#like. 'did you hear about the (boy) who got frozen time went on for everyone else (he) won't notice'

[siri-ike]

Clone Danny long post

The footprints lead Alfred out of the room and to the right but quickly dried up on the short hair carpet.

Alfred checked every room to the right of Danny's. He had to have left the family wing. 40 minutes of searching later, Alfred was about to go down yet another hallway when he heard faint music and metal clanging. He walked closer to the sound until he could make out some words.

🎶I- can hear the sound of violins🎶

🎶long before- it begins🎶

The gym. Someone is at the gym. He told Dick to relax. This is the opposite of relaxing. He stops for a moment outside the door to gather himself. People listen to empathy more than anger. When Alfred pushed the door open and looked down at the workout area, he didn't see a disobedient clown. No. Instead, he was forcibly dragged back to 1989, staring at a 13 year old Bruce doing chest presses. He always looked the most at ease when he was at the gym. The rest of the time, he would be looking for his parents' killer or discovering seacret organizations. Alfred used to cherish the time Bruce spent at the gym because he knew it was the closest he could get to calm. Shortly, Danny put down his 3 kg weights and addressed Alfred.

"Morning, Alfred. Breakfast already? Thought I had more time." He sounded like Bruce, more than just his voice. Danny had his own way of talking, but this was all Bruce.

"Young Master," best not to object to his perceived reality, whatever that may be. "It's almost seven in the afternoon, not morning." The sun would have spoiled that for him anyway. "And dinner will be ready in two hours."

"Oh, ok. I'll be there at nine then." Danny simply went over to the next station in his routine. Right as he sat down on the floor, something seemed to dawn on him. "Alfred? Did something happen to me?" He asked innocently.

Alfred remained frozen, staring at the young boy. "What would give you that idea?"

"I woke up in a different room than usual, I had to switch down all my weights, and the files in my father's office have been moved. And then you came in looking like you've seen a ghost." Ever the detective.

"Nothing gets past you. I'm afraid you had a rather bad fever and spent a few days in bed. I would like to examine your health, but it can wait. Let's say, eight-thirty? Before dinner?"

"Kitchen at eight-thirty, got it."

Alfred left the room and braced himself on the door. He thinks he's Bruce. He probably thinks it's the 80s or 90s, too. It's a good thing most everyone is out hunting down clues and/or committing extreme acts of violence.

Danny had changed into an all black suit (bowtie and kerchief included) before coming to the kitchen at 8:27. Hmm, he does like to be punctual. His temperature and heart rate were normal, for once he didn't have bags under his eyes, which responded in time to light. But, he was definitely younger than he was when he arrived. Dick wasn't imagining that.

"Can you tell me your name, age, and today's date?"

"Bruce Thomas Wayne, 12, almost 13, today is November, uh," He struggled a bit. "17th? Maybe a bit later, 1988." He avoided eye contact. "Just so we're clear, I wouldn't have known today's date even if I hadn't been sick."

Alfred smiled a little, remembering how much he used to care about getting good scores on everything. "I'll be sure to include that in the report." He retorted sarcastically, earning a small grin back. "Now go wash up, dinners almost ready."

As per routine, Alfred started by bringing out the helthiest dishes. They all knew it was a trick to get them to eat vegetables, but no one was ever willing to wait. Danny was so hungry, even the brussel sprouts were appetizing. Now if Alfred could just stop staring at him and actually put the container on the table.

"Alfred?"

"W, what?"

"Are you OK?"

Danny had combed his hair when he'd asked him to wash up. This was Bruce. This was the boy Alfred raised. The one who had fallen asleep in his arms every night for months because he refused to be alone in the dark. The one who used to "forget" to tell Alfred about the handfuls of peanut butter in his pockets, ruining thousand dollars dress pants on six different occasions. The one who wanted to keep street cats knowing full well he was allergic.

"Do you need a day off? Or maybe a week?"

"What? No. I'm alright master Bruce. Just, uhm, glad to see you have your appetite back. That's all." Keep it together now. He set down a steaming glass dish full of baked carrots, sweet potatoes, bell peppers, onions, brussel sprouts, broccoli, cauliflower, and mushrooms.

Danny took as big a serving as he could fit (vegetables can only go in the top right on his plate), making sure not to let the butter run too much. The next dish was steamed turnip. Crap. Another vegetable. Can't mix them. Can't put it somewhere else. The only option is to finish the baked vegetables fast.

By the time he finished his quarter of a turnip, six more dishes had already shown up. How many people does Alfred think live here?

At 21:11 Dick walked into the dining room. Dressed in a plain shirt and pants. The two boys looked like they were going to entirely different events.

"Hello." Danny invited. "I'm sorry, have we met?"

"This gentleman is detective Richard Grayson." Alfred interjected. "Master Dick, would you care to join us for dinner?"

"Oh, where are my manners? Here, have a seat. There's plenty of food."

The dinner after that was awkward, but nice. It's good to have some company once in a while. Ever since his parents died, it's just been him and Alfred.

He did wake up late in the afternoon, so it shouldn't be such a surprise that he got to stay up and watch his gray ghost VHS tapes way later than his usual bedtime. Only interrupted occasionally by Alfred, making sure he's keeping all that food down. He had to have been really sick. He doesn't even remember throwing up recently.

He must have dosed off at some point because he was awoken abruptly at some horrid hour of the night by an ear pierceing scream. He hurried to its sorce in the family wing where he saw what looked like another Bruce, except this one had white hair and wore a black onesie. He appeared to be melting into a glowing green sludge. Bruce knelt down and grabbed the boy, who stopped screaming. Opting to bury his face in Bruce's chest instead.

Alfred came just as the gruesome scene was over. 4:50 am, same place, same time, every night. Alfred had hoped something had improved when the screaming stopped early. But rather than the typical gorey mess, there was Danny, inconsolable and covered in slime.

"Wh, wh, ah?" Who was that? What was that?? Why was that???

"Master da- Bruce." At lightning speed, Alfred was on his knees and holding Danny. "Come on, you don't have to be here." He tried to lift him up, but Danny resisted.

"...Why do you have the carpet cleaner?" He accused. "Did you know this would happen?"

[dreaisgrayte]

I JUST BINGE READ ALL OF YOUR WORKS. YOU HAVE ME SCREAMING AND CRYING. The amount of detail that you put into them is MWAH the freakin chefs kiss 😘 you have been promoted to my #1, please never stop what you're doing ❤️❤️❤️

on another note, would you mind if I requested a scenario with Gojo? Maybe something about fem!y/n being from a high ranking rival clan, who the Gojo clan has despised for their entire existence. Maybe y/n has always had a crush on satoru ever since they first saw each other as kids, but since they were raised to hate each other it never went any further than a small lil crush. but now they're adults and both powerful sorcerers, her feelings kind of just pop back up out of nowhere and satoru finds it amusing how even after all this time and the things that their clans told them about each other that she would still have her little puppy crush on him. Maybe it could be like a she fell first and he fell harder scenario? i'm a slut for those oh my gosh

thank you so much!!!!

That's so so so sweet of you! Honestly, got me giggling and kicking my feet. Careful, I will propose, istg. This... turned into a monster while writing it. I came up with a silly little plan and a silly little idea to incorporate into your request and then this monstrosity was born. If I wasn't told to stop... I might've never stopped writing on this. I L O V E D this idea. Friends to lovers/1 fell first then the other fell harder I EAT UP EVERY TIME. So, here's what my whore brain wrote <3 love you and I hope you enjoy!

warnings: NSFW, MDNI, Gojo harasses the women he's actually into (he forgets how to flirt so just ends up bullying them), teasing, flirting, kissing, cowgirl, missionary, raw sex, a lot of touching, feelings...so many feelings

word count: 6.1k

The Crave | Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

“Are you sure they’ll be there? I don’t want their son to look at our precious daughter.” Your mother holds you closely to her legs, clicking her tongue in annoyance when the maid nods her head. “Unbelievable. You hear that? Do they think they can parade that freak of nature around Japan? Well, they’ll have to see our daughter as well. She’s got the normal amount of eyes and isn’t staring at everyone with those ugly blue ones.” Her tone is harsh and for a six-year-old you, it’s hard to understand why she’s so angry. You also doubted that the young boy had six eyes.

Your father walks into the room, straightening his tie with a stern look on his features. “As long as they keep him away from her, everything will be fine.”

But as you were brought into the party, still close to your mother – you saw nothing but a boy with snow white hair and brilliant blue eyes. Sure the way he glared at you was slightly off-putting, but he was just a boy. He was alone in the room, but everyone seemed to be talking about him. Even your mother shamed him behind a gloved hand. 

Your heart aches. What did he do that warranted such disgust for simply being alive? The Gojo clan and your clan had been at odds since the very conception of both. They bred powerful sorcerors for fame, gain, and wealth. He was yet another product of selfish desire, born into a role and body he didn’t ask for. His life ahead would be filled with always the underline of being strong. Somehow; being uniquely gifted gave him the responsibility to be used like a tool. You knew your fate wasn’t far behind his.

Though, his eyes sparkled like he knew some deeply funny thing about the world. That – even though his destiny was surely to be used up by his clan – there were still things to be enjoyed in the world. It made your…stomach hurt. Both a swirling breeze of cool and a stifling wave of heat. Boiled and frozen, pumping whatever this feeling was straight into your tiny brain. 

That was the first time you ever saw Satoru Gojo, and you’d soon come to realize around the age of 10 that you had developed an infatuation with him. Children surrounded you, chattering about how you and Satoru were going to get married when you were older. Of course, you blushed and stayed quiet – which in hindsight wasn’t the best idea since the gaggle of children went screaming at Satoru about how you wanted to marry him. A less-than-ideal situation because those sapphire eyes tracked you down amongst the crowd and 10-year-old Satoru smirked. You were utterly done for.

Thinking back on the encounters you’d had with Satoru Gojo, you were glad your family hated him. It gave you an excuse to hide behind that fact because still – in your 20s – his face would appear in the back of your mind. You’d heard things about the miraculous powerful sorcerer he’d become from your boss at the special unit for special grade sorcerors. Your mother called you about 30 times just today to remind you Satoru wasn’t the strongest, you were. The Gojo clan was sneaky, they didn’t care about anyone else except for their gain. Your parents had raised you to be wary of anything the Gojo clan did, one misstep, and suddenly you’d be shipped off to the States. 

It was a mix inside your stomach. The Gojos were not to be trusted and you most definitely were not allowed to interact with their heir. So when your boss comes waltzing up to you with a wide smile on her face, you know that rule is about to be broken. “YN, I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Her laugh comes off rushed. Your boss knew about the tensions between the rivaling clans, working with special grade sorcerors required her to do so. Then why? Why the hell did she pass over a report with that stupid fucker’s face on it? “There’s a powerful curse roaming around Shibuya that needs the attention of,” she pauses, scrunching her face in thought. 

You sigh, the annoyance in your body pooling in your joints. “Two extremely powerful sorcerors?” You offer, the fakest smile known to mankind presenting itself on your lips.

Nevertheless, she lights up and hits her fist on the flat of her palm. “Exactly! See, this is why we have you on the team!” She exclaims with a little too much vigor for your taste. 

You watch her for a moment, noticing the way her long blue hair bounces around – almost like they were cheering you on as well. “Right…” You drag out the word, glancing at the file folder in your hand. “Why can’t Gojo handle it by himself then?” Her excitement seemingly drains from her face. You take note immediately. “Boss, how powerful is this damn thing?”

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Meanwhile, Satoru had the same look on his face – annoyance. He understood having two special graders go on this mission would ultimately be the best option, but you? What sort of sick play of the fates was this? You were always so, he groans running a hand down his face, perfect. Your reputation, your battle tactics, hell even your coworkers thought you were the best. That’s insane. What kind of person even has all of their coworkers think the best of them?

He tosses your folder to the side of his desk, wanting to bang his forehead on the surface of the hardwood just to make sure he is seeing things clearly. The higher-ups were always comparing him to you, making sure he never fell behind in anything. Your clan was just a bunch of prissy stuck-up snobs… but then again… so was his. 

It’s useless, he was stuck going on this mission with you because no matter how powerful he was, he would never have power over himself. He reaches for your folder again, flipping it open. Along with the neverending list of your accolades and magnificent achievements, was a picture of you paperclipped to the stack of paper. A few beats of silence pass as Satoru stares at your face. 

After a few more minutes he grunts and shuts the folder again. He focuses on pulling the black cloth back over his eyes. The curse would be a piece of cake, especially with both of you on the mission. That’s not what he was worried about per se. The tricky part was how unbelievably pretty you had gotten to be and how there was a growing ache in the pit of his stomach. Fuck, this was going to be a shitshow. Then again, he couldn’t help but wonder – with a growing smirk on his face – if you still had that puppy dog crush on him.

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“Yes, right this way ma’am.” A blonde man guides you toward Satoru’s office. He’s in an interesting outfit, not the usual sorcerer apparel. His tie is black and white forming an interesting pattern. His calm blue dress shirt is tucked into a pair of beige slacks. He’s very handsome and also looks very tired. Probably from dealing with all of Satoru’s bullshit if you had to guess. 

He stops in front of a door and you almost don’t catch how his body deflates quickly with a tiny sigh before he’s back to normal. “Before I go in, please just call me YN.” Your body moves on its own, planting a hand on his rather muscular shoulder. 

He attempts a smile, but it falters almost as soon as the corners of his mouth reach their peak. “Call me Nanami, Nanami Kento.” He extends a hand and you gratefully shake it. He seems nice. Then, he opens the door and leaning up against a desk is none other than Satoru. 

Satoru is in uniform and you’ll be damned, he looks too good in it. How can someone that lanky pull off a baggy uniform? His fluffy white hair spikes out in a messy ‘I woke up looking this good’ way. Your heart – against every inch of your being, is thumping wildly in your chest. You should’ve double-checked his file to conclude he doesn’t have six ears. What if he can hear how erratic your pulse is? His azure gaze is locked in on the man beside you. “Thank you, Nanami,” Satoru smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. You hear a grunt beside you and then Nanami starts walking down the hall. You watch him leave, wishing he could’ve stayed longer. You hear a loud cough from inside the room. Furrowing your brows you turn your gaze to Satoru, who looks irritated. “I thought you came to spend time with me YN, yet here you are not even paying any attention to me.” He complains, standing up. 

You press your lips into a thin line. “We’re not here for a playdate, we have business to do.” You reply with a lash of venom in your cool tone. Satoru glances off to the side with an airy laugh and smirk. What was he laughing about? You were growing more frustrated with every second. 

“Mmm, playdates remind me of when we were children.” He’s still looking off to the side like he’s watching a memory play out that only he can see. His gaze is back to you in an instant. “You had a crush on me, remember?” He cocks his head to the side, a teasing grin taking over his stupidly handsome face. 

Your body cools with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance. Oh, so he wanted to bring up the past? You put on your best ‘fuck around a find out’ smile. “Yeah, but that was before puberty hit and I had standards.” You answer the tone of your voice higher and sweeter than before. Satoru raises his brows as an amused expression takes over his face. “Shall we get to business now?” You snap, which only makes him burst out laughing. 

Satoru is walking toward you now and the alarm bells in your head start flashing. “Hey, before that I have a question I’ve been dying to know.” He leans down, planting a hand on the wall next to your head to be level with you. You stiffen, growing uncomfortable. Not with Satoru being this close, but with how much your body seems to enjoy it. 

Your brows knit together and a frown tugs your face downward. “What?” You fume, jerking your head to emphasize the word. Satoru observes you, that feeling in his stomach clawing its way up. His gaze falls to your lips for the slightest of seconds. 

He swallows, the vexing emotion wanted to be near you, beside you, touching you, in you. How troublesome. The only way for Satoru to get rid of this feeling was to somehow annoy you to the extent you never came around him again. Granted – you didn’t anyway, but this exception had nearly driven him to the edge already. “When you were little, did you ever create an illusion of me? Did you hold his hand? Practice kissing him?” Satoru inquires, feeling full of himself. Your whole face drops. You must be in a different world because he did not just ask you that. A garbled scoff sounds from your throat as you gape at him, utterly dumbfounded. 

You try to process what the hell is going on by opening and closing your mouth, raising your hands then dropping them again, and blinking rapidly. “Oh my God,” are the first words that you say. They’re also the next few thousand words you say considering how many times you repeat the phrase. 

By this time Satoru has dropped his arm, regarding you with a rueful grin. He’s backed away a few paces and you finally point a finger at him. “You are disgusting. You mean nothing to me. You’re such an annoying,” You’re panting, anger rolling through you in cold and hot waves. “An annoying.” 

“What YN? An annoying what?” Your eyes are going to bulge out of your head. He’s smirking again! Smirking!

“An annoying fuckface!” You scream, throwing your hands out in pure frustration. You groan exasperatedly before storming out of his office. 

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Had you really called him a fuckface? What did that even mean? Satoru is staring at the ceiling of his city-rise apartment, unbelievably shell-shocked from the events earlier today. He flips over on his side. It hadn’t gone exactly like he planned, although he didn’t put much planning into the whole thing. Tomorrow morning you’d both meet up at Shibuya station to track down the cursed spirit. He should probably apologize for acting like an idiot…he groans and flips back onto his back. 

Morning comes like a weight of bricks. You’re both standing awkwardly in the station. The people passing by must sense something because none of them even look your way. Satoru points to the stairs leading to the street level. “Uh, we could always patrol the rooftops…” He’s being so awkward. It was honestly a hit to his ego. Usually, the ladies ate up his tease em’ and leave em’ tactic. As he stares at you a blood-curdling scream echoes from the street above. Dust shakes off of the parts of the station as a loud explosion shakes the ground. 

You glance at Satoru and he nods his head, a knowing smile creeping up his face. Finally, some fighting to get his mind off of whatever asshole thing he’d manage to say to you next. As you both reach the street ahead you’re met with chaos. Cars are being flung by a large lizard entity, but it has eyes everywhere on its body. Satoru is about to gauge an attack but you burst out laughing next to him. His footing stutters, eyes widening as he takes in your genuine laugh. It’s… kind of majestic. You hug your stomach, doubling over in laughter as you extend your hand to point at the cursed spirit. “Looks like,” you snort out a giggle, “Looks like you have some competition for having the most eyes.” 

Gojo is immediately taken aback by your words. A woman runs screaming past you as you wipe a tear away from your eye. “Now let me show you a thing or two.” You sprint toward where rubble and wreckage cause obstacles. You make light work of climbing atop a sizeable pile of rebar and pavement. “Hey, lizard breath! Over here!” Jumping up and down, you wave your arms in the air. Did Satoru have to do anything? You seem to know what to do. 

He watches you with a small chuckle as the monstrosity turns its bulbous eyes toward you. In the blink of its mucusy eyes, your image doubles. Thousands of you spread across the street, then start attacking the main body. Satoru grins, jumping in to join. “Think you could have all the fun without me?!” He yells toward you. 

You’re surprised he could easily see which one of you was the real one. Though, you guess that’s what all those eyes were for. You were working off of one another – working with each other. If your clans could see you now. You’re both laughing and fighting like taking a walk in the park. Surprisingly Satoru can’t keep his eyes off you. He wasn’t sure if it was because he wanted to protect you or simply because as you fought alongside him you proved you didn’t need his protection. When you were with him you didn’t rely on him. No, you could handle yourself, which made Satoru crave your attention. He was the strongest…but with you by his side, his strength would finally be supported rather than taken for granted. 

It doesn’t take long to deal with the cursed spirit and for once Satoru is glad you’re required to come back as a team to fill out paperwork. That way he could get a little extra time with you. He smirks to himself as you finish up in Shibuya. 

He likes the look of you in his office, sitting on the couch in the corner with a small table in front of you. A laptop, a stack of papers, and a cup of tea are all somehow set on top of the small space. Your hair is falling in front of your face as you crouch over to type away the report. He was supposed to be working too, but he’d be damned if he broke his gaze now. “You ever going to stop looking at me and actually fill out some of those files Mr. Gojo?” You hum, still concentrating on the screen in front of you. Of course, you’d figure out he was gawking, it’s not like he was hiding it. 

Satoru clears his throat and glances away. “You can call me Satoru,” He pouts. When was the last time Satoru had requested a woman call him by his given name? Out of everyone else’s mouth, it was a simple endearment, but out of yours? That was something else entirely. 

You sigh, pausing in your efforts to finish the paperwork before dawn. You roll your lips into your mouth and tap your chin. “I think I much prefer fuckface.” You say, then smile sweetly. 

Satoru nods his head, pushing out of his seat. “Yeah? You want to call me fuckface or you want to fuck my face?” He banters. Your body tenses as you watch him sit on the edge of his desk. There's a pressure building in between your thighs that you can’t ignore. Your body feels like there are phantom touches caressing all of the places you yearned for Satoru to touch. 

You huff and turn away from him. “Back to this? Where’s your dignity, your charm, your manhood?” You ask. You jerk to the side, shaking your head. “No wait- that’s not exactly what I mean to say please don’t-”

Satoru is already laughing. “My manhood? Damn, you really must be thinking up all sorts of illusions in there, but,” he crosses the room, stopping in front of your table. He pushes the laptop shut with his fingertips. “The real thing is always going to be better darlin’.”

It suddenly seems very hard to swallow, so you let out an awkward laugh before gathering up your things. “Right, sure, I have to go.” You stumble over your words, rushing for the door. If you didn’t get out of this room right now you were sure bad things would happen. By bad things, you meant letting your guard down for a second around a man who was just flirting with you for the hell of it. You were a part of a rival clan, which meant he couldn’t have you. That also meant he wanted you more than the average woman. Of that, you could be certain, but you wouldn’t be some plaything Satoru could throw to the side once he’d had his fun. 

Behind you Satoru’s face had fallen, his chest rising and falling quickly as you scurry out of his office. Good, now that the real threat had been dealt with, he had some paperwork to finish. You’d be safer away from him, not wrapped up in his clan dealings and always having to live for others. For once, Satoru wanted to be truthfully selfish – sure he would go out, drink, party, enjoy one or two ladies, but in the end he was left with himself again. Satoru couldn’t save himself and he was scared that the only one powerful enough to pull him out of this desperate cry for help…was you.

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A couple of months pass by without hide or tail of Satoru. Working alongside him was honestly…freeing. You weren’t held back by the possibility of someone weaker getting hurt. You groan, turning your face to the sky above you. It was gratifying being able to let loose with your own powers. Usually that many mimics will render you immobile, but you were able to spring into action right next to them. “Ma’am, a report from the Tokyo campus,” A file is passed in front of you. As you glance through the pages you turn to glance at your boss. 

She seems busy chatting away with one of the other sorcerers. You blow out a sigh and tuck the file under your arm. “Call them back and tell them I’ll be there within the hour.” You glance down at your sweats, wincing at the fact you wore such comfortable clothes to work. “Maybe make that 2.” You mutter, a disapproving scowl taking over your face. 

You ran home to change into a pair of running shoes, black leggings, and whatever shirt was on top of your dirty laundry. Unlike someone else, you couldn’t teleport, so public transportation was your only way to reach the Tokyo campus area. Walking up the stairs takes a little more effort than you’d like to admit, but when you reach the top you’re met with a shirtless Satoru Gojo and Nanami Kento training. Your jaw practically dislocates from your mouth as you gawk. They were gliding through the air and Nanami somehow had a more excited expression on his face than before. Of course, Satoru notices you first, but that allows Nanami to get a whack in. “Hey! That was foul play.” Satoru hisses, holding his cheek. 

Nanami shrugs, bending down to pick a towel off the ground. “Should’ve put your infinity back up.” He then glances at you and smiles. Your heart warms and a cheesy smile appears on your face. “Hey YN,” He waves and for a moment you’re awestruck by how handsome he is. The Lord was kind to these men. So…so very kind. Both of them were muscular, their abdomens shaped into ridges and divots. Biceps, triceps, everything went on in rippling splendor forever. You’d thought Satoru had maintained a scrawny figure, but you were certainly proved wrong and you were so glad you were. 

 “Hi there Nanami.” You walk over to him, picking up a stray water bottle on your way. You hand it to him but he shakes his head. 

“Thank you, but that’s actually his,” he juts his thumb toward Satoru and your face falls. You toss it toward the silver-haired man and he annoyingly catches it with ease. 

He glares at you, throwing his towel over his shoulder. “Yeah, thanks YN.” He grumbles. Nanami nods toward the school building. 

“If you let me wash up I can take you to Yaga’s office.” He’s back to smiling and honestly, you might have a thing for smiles. 

You latch your hands behind your back and giggle to yourself. “That would be really sweet of you Nanami.” Satoru snorts out a laugh on the other side of Nanami. You shoot him a glare. 

“Why are you callin’ Nanami by his first name but you don me fuckface?” Satoru shoots toward you, frustration twinging all of his happiness from the earlier training session. Nanami peers between you two, and then his brows shoot up with an airy laugh. 

“Oh my God you’re the one that called him fuckface? That’s so fucking funny.” Nanami laughs toward the sky, a soft sound coming from him. 

Satoru grumbles to himself, rolling his eyes like a frustrated child. “You are coming with me.” He growls, latching onto your wrist and pulling you toward the school. 

You stumble over your footing as he yanks you down the pathway. “S-Satoru w-wait oh my God!” You yell as you finally enter the building. He tosses you into the room you know to be his office. You falter backward, catching yourself on his desk. “What’s going on, what the fuck was that?” You hiss. He stalks toward you, throwing his towel onto the couch with a little more aggression than you’d like. 

He closes the distance between you, his nostrils flaring and eye twitching. “Oh so now you call me by name? Oh well, it’s too late for that now princess. You’ve pushed me far enough.” He laughs hotly moving between your legs. He’s massive and his skin is warm, you can feel the heat radiating off of him through your pants. He towers over you in an overwhelmingly torturously attractive way. 

It was hard to understand what was happening with the ringing of your heart covering all rational thought. “What are you saying? I’m not the one that made all those stupid jokes,” You mutter, looking away from him. He hisses, grabbing onto your chin and making your gaze settle back onto him. 

He laughs dryly as you blink questioningly at him. “Yeah? You had that stupid crush on me, that’s what caused this.” He spits, but you still can’t decipher what he’s trying to get at. 

Your lips part, letting out a small exasperated breath. “Listen, I didn’t mean to crush on you again, just old habits die hard I guess,” You explain, groaning as his grip tightens on your chin. His face looks tormented like some great plague has taken over his body.  

He scoffs, tossing your face to the side. You grunt with the impact, narrowing your eyes in annoyance. “Again? Haaa,” He covers his eyes with his hand, groaning softly. “You ran away from me then ignored me YN… how does that scream ‘I have a crush on you?’” The hand that was over his eyes drags down his face. You don’t have an explanation for him because you barely had one for yourself. “You must’ve sent one of your puppets to walk around the streets by my apartment, the campus, but the one thing I can’t figure out is how you got one of them to walk around in my head. I can’t see anyone except you and I’m going crazy.” His eyes are pained and his breath is labored. You finally understand. 

“Satoru…” You whisper his name with all the softness in the world, years of loving him building up into an insurmountable emotion. He turns away from you, covering his mouth this time. 

“Fuck YN, don’t say my name like that.” He hisses and you swear you can see playboy Satoru Gojo’s ears blaze a red color. “You weren’t even trying earlier, but you made me so jealous. Nanami was flirting with you right in front of me and I couldn’t do a damned thing about it. I wanted to both be Nanami and beat the shit out of him.” He slowly lets his gaze turn to you again. “I think I’m in love with you YN,” His voice is nervous, and his eyes are flittering all over your face, searching for answers. 

In love with you? Satoru Gojo was in love with…you? After all the years of your mother telling you to stay away from that boy. You were never supposed to be in this situation, especially not with the head of the Gojo clan. But you know what they say… actually, you didn’t really care about some emotional quote that would relate to this very moment because all you wanted to do – craved to do, was kiss Satoru until the sun set behind the Tori gate. 

“Our clans aren’t going to be very happy about this new development.” You chuckle and Satoru rolls his eyes. 

“That’s not an answer YN…” Okay, so he wants words. A confirmation? What exactly did you feel? Was it love? Was it something different? You didn’t have to know now, time would solidify whatever love is. All you can do is put a name to what you’re feeling.

You smile, a blossoming feeling thumping in your chest. “Yes Satoru, I love you.” You almost don’t get the words out because Satoru slips a hand into your hair and brings your mouths together in a passionate kiss. He kisses you like he’s been a starved man all his life, like he’s never wanted to kiss someone this badly. 

Satoru is obsessed with the way you gasp between kisses and how your eyes squeeze shut. “You can open your eyes, I’m the real thing.” He chuckles and brushes his thumb against your cheek soothingly. 

You weren’t afraid Satoru was one of your illusions, but rather how real this was in the first place. When you really want something you shouldn’t the whole world kind of falls away when you get that thing. When Satoru kisses you, it’s only him and that was terrifying for someone who constantly surrounded herself with things. You peek through your lashes at him anyway. “The same thing goes for me, I’m real.” You state lamely. 

Satoru blows out a chuckle, grinning mischievously. “Mmm, I’m not so sure about that, maybe you should show me.” His eyes darken and the sweltering heat you felt before nearly doubles in size and intensity.

You put your hand over the one he has on your cheek, lowering it until his fingertips brush against the swell of your chest. His brows shoot up and before he has much time to react you move it lower to the apex of your thighs. His breathing falters as he stares, eyes swimming with lust. “Come on Gojo, show me what a rival clan can really do.” The corners of your mouth lift in an enticing smirk. 

For all the time he was irritating and downright egotistical, Satoru is a good listener now. He pushes you into the desk, groaning when your fingernails dig into his shoulders. “You sure do drive a hard bargain.” His mouth tickles against your neck, kissing a trail down to your shoulder. He pauses, taking in a breath. “Mmm, you smell so good,” He mumbles against your shirt. You flush, embarrassment running hot through your veins. Did he like the smell of your dirty shirt? If you’d known the situation you’d be in right now, you would’ve put more thought into what you were wearing. 

He brings himself back up toward your face, planting a deep kiss on your lips. A selfish moan breaks through as Satoru works his lips against yours. “God, you’re so good at that.” You breathe out. A satisfied hum rumbles from his chest. 

You take in his chest, appreciating the view. This earns a chortle from Satoru. “You know, I’m starting to think you only like me when my shirt is off.” You lean into him, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your eyes widen when you realize there’s something hard pressing into your thigh. How you didn’t feel it until now is a mystery because that thing is one of the 7 wonders of the world. Satoru grunts, pulling you up and off the ledge of his desk. “Do you feel that? I think I finally understand what the elders were talking about. All I want to do with you right now is ram my cock into you until I have you writhing under me. Then finish fucking my cum into your cervix so you can mother my children. That way, your parents will have to like me and my clan, because you’ll be a Gojo.” He’s being serious right now, setting you down on the couch. 

You bite your lip curiously. “Do you plan on wedding me Satoru Gojo?” It’s a loaded question that he didn’t have to answer. It was a sweet moment and there you had to go asking a question like that. You don’t expect Satoru to sink onto one knee, take your hand, and place loving kisses on your knucks. 

He meets your gaze, electricity burning between the both of you. “May you wrap my heart around your finger one day and bear my burdens as I will bear yours.” What was even happening? Marriage? Surely this was one big dream, because years ago when you were both kids even imagining this day seemed like a far-off occurrence. This was all so sudden, but in all honesty, when have the two of you ever conformed to conventional standards? 

You were certain of one thing, you didn’t want your first time with Satoru Gojo to be on some dusty couch in the corner of his office. “Satoru… do you think we could continue…” You glance down, running your tongue over your lips. “This elsewhere?” His eyes glimmer, his mouth quirking up in a grin. 

He stands, still holding your hand. “I just basically proposed to you and all you can think about is getting in my pants. Man, rejection stings.” He tuts, shaking his head. You roll your eyes as you both laugh, a heavyweight finally being lifted. Yeah, this felt right. 

All at once you feel nauseated and dizzy. You squeeze your eyes shut, grasping onto Satoru like he was the only thing that could hold you up. “What the fuck was that?” You gasp, blinking your eyes open to find a completely different scene than when you closed them. 

Satoru caresses your cheeks, grounding you to him. “Sorry, I promise you’ll get used to it, well… maybe not, but still I’m sorry.” 

“Where are we?” You gasp, hands still clutching his arms as you peer around the living room you appear to be in. It feels less than lived in like someone staged the whole apartment – which is what you assumed Satoru had teleported you both into.

He scratches the back of his neck while nervously chuckling. “My apartment,” His gaze falls to you, taking in how perfect you look among his things. “Do you like it?” He asks with such a look in his eyes, similar to a puppy begging for attention.

You peek out the ground to ceiling-level windows, laughing to yourself. “I didn’t know teachers got paid so much.” Satoru grins, nodding toward the windows – or rather the city outside of them. 

“Oh you know, I got kind of a side hustle going on.” He shrugs, then turns to you, that mischievous twinkle back in his eyes. “You should see the bedroom.” He offers you his hand, jerking his head to a hallway. “I hear the owner hates it when the bed is made, the least we should do is go mess them up for him.” You take Satoru’s hand and let him lead you into the bedroom at the end of the hall. 

Once the door was shut behind you the playful comments were thrown aside – replaced by frantic kisses and undressing. Satoru sits on the foot of the bed, watching you in all your splendor. Your body was that of a dream, your breasts, the slope of your stomach, thighs, fuck everything about you was glorious. Satoru couldn’t remember how to breathe gazing upon you. “Like what you see?” You tease, positioning yourself over his lap. 

You brace yourself on his shoulders, settling onto your knees. Satoru blows out a choked noise. “Thank fuck I have so many eyes because I couldn’t imagine not being able to see all of you like this.” His hands are on you, running up your back, molding his long fingers into your squishy tits, and then down your side to dig his nails into your hips. “Are you okay with this?” He inquires, tilting his head. 

You smile, but a small part of you wants to line yourself up with his cock and bottom out. “I’m okay with so much more.” You breath. He understands, after all you both want the same thing right now – crave it. 

You both wait with bated breath as Satoru lets you guide him into your entrance. With all the teasing and edging closer and closer to this moment, you were far from dry. It was a little embarrassing how slick you were considering there was practically no foreplay. You hiss as his pretty cock sinks deeper into your throbbing cunt. “That’s it, that’s my good girl. You can take all of me,” His grip on your hips tightens, helping push you onto him. A strangled moan hisses out of your mouth as you slump onto Satoru’s shoulders. “Feels s’good baby. God, you’re so perfect.” He’s kissing your temple and you’re squeezing his cock with airy moans. After a moment, he bottoms out, a guttural groan rumbling from within him. “You did so good, fuck,” 

The air feels thick, heady, and fills with the wet sound of Satoru’s cock inside you. “Go-go ahead and move.” You order with a shaky breath. He starts to move, laying back to better fuck into you. You plant your hands on his abdomen, moaning loudly. His length hits every sensitive spot at once, causing you to tremble on top of him.

Satoru chuckles, then suddenly flips you both over. “Come on YN, I thought you’re one of the strongest sorcerers in Japan, you can handle me fucking you.” 

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Muffin Baskets and Frozen Meals | Jack Hughes

summary: when telling Jack how you felt actually went well.

paring: Jack Hughes x Devils Media Member!

request: yes/no

warnings: none?

word count: 1.89k

authors note: planned for this to be a quick blurb and then it became this. will say that I do love it and I was definitely needing more of this soft man like this today 🥺 did something different with parts of it so I’m not sure if it will land but I look forward to how you guys like soft Jack!

You felt like you were going to throw up.

Jack hadn’t been at practice for the last few days after he went to get surgery on his shoulder “you know he likes you right?” Luke smiled as he had gotten close to you in your opening season with the team.

It made you shake your head as you jumped “I don’t like him.” Your cheeks turned a crimson shade of red as the younger boy laughed in response.

The boys all spent the season watching your crush on Jack develop, it was hard not to when you would be left with a grin each time he approached you. But they didn’t notice your side of the crush first as they were far more focused on Jack’s new desire to apart oof everything that the media team needed extra players for.

The first time they noticed it was when you guys had to do the passing the phone trend. One player was needed at the end to say a line about passing the phone to the fans yet none of the girls wanted to ask the players “should I be offended that you haven’t asked me to be in the video peach?” Jack let his lips curve upright as he watched you look up from your iPad.

You tucked your hair behind your ears as you smiled “wanted to save the best role for you.” You explained making his smile grow wider into a toothy grin.

He started calling you peach after the first day when you bumped into him with a bag of sour peach rings in your hand and since that moment you were his peach and he was bringing you a new bag of candy each week “really?” He cocked his head watching her nod eagerly.

The boy naturally agreed and the team watched you pull him with ease to a quieter area of the practice facility “so do we think that he has had a change of heart or that he just thinks that the new girl is hot?” Curtis was the first to speak up from the group that watched the interaction go down.

Judging by the way your hand interlocked with his, Dawson swore that something clearly happened between you and the Hughes boy before “how do we know she doesn’t have a crush on him too?” He shot back causing a chorus of ahh’s to come from around him as the boys began to agree.

Nico just rolled his eyes “next one to talk about either of their love lives is getting extra laps.” As the words left the captains mouth it seemed like the gathering dispersed leaving Luke to awkwardly look up at the captain “I didn’t say a thing!” He whined as the Swiss man pointed to the door leading to the ice.

Jack swore he was slick in masking his crush on you. Sure he offered to do whatever you needed in the form of social media content, something he never did for anyone else. But maybe he was just trying to be your friend.

The all star game had arrived and given that you were in good books with both Jesper and Jack. The team opted to send you with. This was the first time that the fans finally drew the connection. Because after weeks of trying to figure out who was so special on the social media team.

But then they finally got to see the fan clips of you and Jack making fun of Jesper and it was like the puzzle pieces connected for everyone. All of a sudden fans were finding you and just like Jack, you had flurry of people who liked you “someone’s popular.” Jack teased hearing your phone go off again.

It made you send him a glare as you wanted to kick his shin “you jealous Hughes?” You quipped back letting your teeth catch at your lip.

He laughed as he shook his head “the attention they give you is nothing like what you get from me.” Jack pointed out with a smirk as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

Both of those memories replayed in your mind as you swore the boys were lying to you. It made you conflicted as to what you were meant to write in Jacks get well soon card as it was the final practice of the season and you were going to give the stuff to Luke to give to his brother.

Your tongue darted out of your mouth as you tried to think of how to start the card “now I’m no genius but most people usually start a card with dear and then the persons name.” Nico pointed out as he looked over the wall of your office cubicle.

His words made you jump as your head shot up “wondered how long it would take for you to see me.” He teased making you roll your eyes “nice to see you too Nico.” You mumbled watching him sit in the seat in front of you.

The captain pulled out a set of keys and before you could ask what was going on he handed you one of them “this is for his place.” Nico explained making your eyes go wide “I am not breaking in!” You shook your head not impressed that he offered.

He shrugged as he leaned back in his seat “technically it’s not breaking in if I said you could go.” Luke’s head popped out from the wall next making you his your face in your hand “how many of you are there?” You were scared to know the answer.

So instead you got to see just how many boys there were as Curtis, John, Timo and Dawson all smiled at you “please go put us out of our misery and tell each other how you feel!” Timo begged making the boys nod in agreement.

Your cheeks turned red as you went to complain “and don’t tell me you don’t like him again because the only person who can’t see it anymore is him.” Nico placed his hand on your knee as he took the card from you “you can give these to him in person so you don’t need this.” He explained as you got up.

It made the boys want to let out a silent cheer “now if he turns me down I will kill you all.” You warned making them salute you off as they knew it wasn’t the case “just to be clear we are all changing our locks now if she knows he has keys?” Dawson trailed off with a gulp.

“Definitely.”

Jack was scrolling through the tv bored out of his mind as he heard the knock at the door “who is it?” He called out muting the sound “peaches!” You called feeling weird hearing your own name be brought up in a conversation with him.

The Hughes boy practically jumped off of the couch “hey.” Jack smiled as he opened the door.

It gave you the rare glance you adored to look at his chest “what are you doing here?” He added as he cocked his head.

You felt like your mouth ran dry “came to give you these.” You explained holding up the muffin basket for him to see.

He nodded motioning for you to come in “and I wanted to check on you.” Your words made both of your tender hearts swell with joy “real sweet of ya peach.” The hockey player was beyond curious to see what you let into your basket.

But suddenly he stopped as he headed for his kitchen “was gonna make Luke give you these.” Jack explained as he handed you a bag of peach rings.

“There is something I need to tell you.”

The words came from both of you at the same time “you should go first.” Jack announced giving you the floor to talk.

It made you want to glare at him “I like you a lot.” Your words sounded really weird “like a lot more than I should as someone who works for the devils.” You added making his facial expressions soften.

But as you heard pure silence you thought the worst “god I made this so bad have I?” As panic settled into your system the boy shook his head.

Jack smiled as he pointed to the bag of peach rings. It made you look down all confused until you saw that the bag had I LIKE YOU printed on the front of it “Jack you better not fuck with me.” You warned as you shook your head.

It made him roll his eyes “trust me for that price I am not.” His words were soft as he walked over to you.

The gap between you both quickly began nothing as you looked up at him “so what do you say about staying over for a bit?” He asked cupping your cheek “we can order pizza and watch a movie.” Jack offered as you leaned forward to kiss him instead.

It was a delicate kiss as if you were too afraid that if any passion slipped into it you’d both end up waking from this perfect dream. So instead you both basked in the beauty that came from knowing how his lips left against yours.

Jack could taste your cherry lipgloss on his tongue as he looked at you “are we sure we want pizza?” You asked letting your fingers run up his chest.

His good arm wrapped around your waist “because I have been told I make a mean frozen lasagna.” You announced with such cheek that it made him laugh as a smile spread on your face.

The boy looked at his kitchen “well then I think it’s good we have everything accept the lasagna.” Jack pointed out letting his forehead rest against yours as you both inhaled wanting to not let the moment ever end.

You pretended to think about it for a second “last time I checked you had a brother who was out still.” Your words made his eyes grow wide “I love you.” Jack confessed as he kissed your lips once more before he reached for his phone.

It wasn’t that you hadn’t heard him because you did, but for the first time you weren’t running away from love as that night as he lay resting against your stomach you’d tell him the same three words back. And that was how, the perfect love story -as Nico calls it when he tells your kids the story of the team got you two together.- came to be known.

If someone told you that the meal that would get you into your future husband’s dreams was going to be a frozen lasagna. They would have been wrong. Jack was so in love with you that you could have served up burnt ramen and he would have eaten it.

Life for the two of you finally blossomed together on that day as two paths merged into one. A story that no longer had all these different endings, where you were with different people.

Jack was your person and you were his. So even know after all of the things you have been through in family and in hockey, you did it together.

With the help of your frozen lasagna.

[gyaru-9rincezz]

★ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᶜʰᵉᵐⁱˢᵗʳʸ -tetsurō kuroo 🐈‍⬛🧪🧸

Chemistry partner kuroo! X Fem! reader 🩷

warning/tags- female body parts mentioned, obsessive/Pervy Kuroo, obsessive/awkward reader, size difference, breeding, pantie stealing, (reader a little dumb but whatever 🙏)

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Tetsurō kuroo, the captain of Nekomas boy volleyball team. The 6’2 athlete that had all the girls swooning for him and had boys envy him was sitting right next to you in the library…

“So…should I go over to your house or do you want to come over to my house..?” I ask him while averting my eye contact with him, not wanting to make this situation more awkward then it already is since my face is tomato due to our closeness- if you can even call it that.

“Oh I don’t really care, whatever makes it more convenient for you” kuroo giggled as he noticed you were purposely avoiding eye contact with him.

‘God it’s that stupid giggle he has’ i think to myself- kuroo had this cute charming laugh that could make the coldest person blush. And I hated it! It wasn’t fair that I subconsciously blush and giggles to myself every time I hear his laughs… The truth is that I hated every person who also blushed at his giggle or obnoxiously laugh at his mediocre jokes, I hated everyone who was trying to grab his attention away from me.. “I guess this stupid crush never really went away”… I thought to myself before I was slapped back into reality

“Y/N..Y/N you okay..? Hello…?” Kuroo waved his hands in front of my face to grab my attention and to suck me out of my Lalaland “you alright there? Thought you were frozen or something” he let out another chuckle before tapping my hand. “Oh sorry.. yeah I’m fine! I’m just really sleepy that’s all” I said in a low tone, embarrassed that I zoned out and didn’t realize that he was talking to me

“Well we have an hour of school left, we should get a head start and begin the project.” Kuroo said as he reached over to get his backpack, pulling out the chemistry textbook and his laptop. I let out a simple ‘yeah’ and did the same as him

We looked through the project together and we decided to split the questions in half. Kuroo zoomed through his first couple questions with ease. It took you a moment to get the first couple answers down since chemistry wasn’t really my strong suit. At this point I got around 3-4 questions down as kuroo got about 10-15 done already. I looked over at his paper and It’s already half finished- “do you need some help?” Kuroo caught me looking at his paper for too long and kindly asked if I needed any help “-oh no I’m okay.. thanks though” ‘Fuck, why did I reject his help? I actually need it..’ I thought to myself, clearly I don’t think before I speak. I curse at my stupidity as I pretend to act like I know what I’m doing. “You sure? You’ve been stuck on that question for a while now. I can totally help you if you need it!” Kuroo smirked while he asked -almost like he was trying to taunt me.

‘let me help you god damn it, the more I look at her the more she turns me on..fuck she so cute’ kuroo thought to himself, he’s getting more and more agitated at your persistence but also trying to lower his heartbeat since it feels like it was about to jump out of his chest “oh uh, yeah this problem is just really hard..haha uhm you could help me I guess so we can finish faster.” I don’t know why I laughed so awkwardly and how I easily stumbled my words all in one sentence but i some how did it. ‘he probably thinks I’m weird now..shit’

‘fucking finally, the faster we get this done the faster I can leave and … take care of this problem’ he thought as he looked down at his hard bulge

“Great! Uh here let me see the problem and we can figure it out together” kuroo took my paper and started analyzing the difficult question. It only took him a couple seconds before he stared explain the question and started guiding me through it “Explain what changes and what changes stays the same when 1.00 L of a solution of NaCl is diluted to 1.80 L” kuroo read out the question to me. I look at him blankly “uhh..” is all I said while looking at him with a confused expression. “Mhm well the number of moles always stays the same in the dilution… and..” ‘man..I don’t know the the other answer.’ i looked down at the paper again trying to find the second answer of the problem “Correct, I believe the second answer would be that the concentration and the volume change in dilution” kuroo then goes on rambling about why that’s the answer. I don’t pay attention on what he says instead I look at the way his eyes light up when he’s talking about chemistry. If he wasn’t a Volleyball player he would be such a nerd!

*DING*

That was the school bell. Everybody in the library starts cleaning up their area and starts heading out the door, leaving me and kuroo alone together ���I think we should do the rest of the project at your house, I mean if you don’t mind” kuroo said while packing his bag “y-yeah sure” I replied while grabbing my chem book. Kuroo and I then walked out the library together. I never really realized how tall kuroo is- well standing next to me at least. “hold on I need to use the restroom really quick. Wait for me k? It be really quick” kuroo looked back at me while heading to the men’s restroom “okay” I replied back to him as I watched him head to the washroom

Kuroo made sure the restroom was empty before he started walking to the very last stall. “Shit-” kuroo let’s out a breathy moan as he tugged his pants, gripping his harden cock through his pants. He pulled the toilet seat done and sat as he unzipped his pants; rubbing his cock through his boxers ‘gotta make this quick’ he thought to himself as he slid down his black slacks and his matching black boxers. He spat on his hand, body shaking as he grabs his shaft. “Mhm fuck~” kuroo moaned while rubbing himself “god Y/N the shit you do to me” he said under his breathe “need you so bad baby” kuroo whispered. Imaging that you were here with him in this stall. He imagined breeding your sweet cunt, he wanted to taste you, feel you, make you his. Prior to this- Kuroo had multiple girlfriends before in the past, they were fine.. for the most part but none of them compared to you.. although you guys never really talked Kuroo oftenly found himself stalking through your social media account. Making sure that you were still single, still ready for him.

It’s been a couple minutes since kuroo went to the restroom. I started getting worried about him, he’s been in there for longer than 8 minutes, I wanted to knock on the door but I didn’t know if I should. I sat there for a couple minutes before I stood up and knocked the door. “Hello? Kuroo are you okay?”

Kuroo almost reaches his high until he hears your worried voice ‘Damn it’ he swore in his head “Sorry, I’ll be right out just washing my hands” Kuroo got up and angrily pulled up his pants. pent up and frustrated kuroo grabbed his bag and started walking towards the door to greet you.

“Hey sorry to keep you waiting for so long, I wasn’t feeling too good” you look at kuroo red and sweaty face as he explains “it’s okay! I was just worried” ‘she so cute’ kuroo thinks for a minute then imaging about bending you over and taking you right then and there, he doesn’t sadly since he has morels.

Kuroo drives as you navigate to your house. The car ride was painfully awkward, kuroo was still hard from earlier, and I was just sitting there not saying anything, I take a couple glimpses at him and his hands on the steering wheel, ‘he has such nice hands’ they’re big, a little veiny, and tan due to him playing outdoors quite a bit. I imagine what else he can do with his hands other than volleyball.. before my thoughts can start to wonder we arrived at my house.

We walked in together, greeting my parents and my siblings. “Let’s go to my room, it’s less noisy” as I lead him up to my bedroom. Kuroo could almost melt as he steps into your room, it’s filled with figures, posters of your favorite bands, T.V shows and some plushies here and there, he noticed one plushie that looked familiar, it was a plushie you posted with on your story a couple months back. You place your bag down on your floor, kuroo did the same- the both of you started to work on the project in silent. About 20 minutes in you decided to break the silence. “I’m gonna go grab some drinks, do you want anything?” I stood up about to walk to the door “yeah do you have a Dr. pepper? It’s fine if you don’t” I nod and step out the room to grab the drinks.

The moment you left the room kuroo stood up to go stretch. While he was stretching he roamed around your room, looking through your posters, figure and plushies. Until he noticed an open drawers. He didn’t want to be nosy but curiosity kills the cat- he opened it more to see a folded pile of all your bras and panties. Kuroo can feel himself getting hard again by the thought of you modeling these for him. He grabs a black pair of one of your lacey panties and shoves it in his pocket for later. He continues looking through your drawer picking more and more of your panties for later. kuroo was too busy looking through he didn’t even notice or hear your footsteps

“Hey kuroo sorry for the long wait-“ I was cut off when I felt like my heart dropped. I caught the tetsurō kuroo rummaging through my pantie drawer. I didn’t know if I should’ve felt turned on or creeped out.

“O-oh shit, Y/N I-I’m so sorry it’s really not what it looks like” I can clearly hear the fear in his voice as he stutters his words “please believe me i-its its-“

“Kuroo.. your going through my pantie drawers like some sick pervert. It’s exactly what it looks like” I say ‘who knew my crush is just as a weirdo as I am…’ I giggled as I watch him spiral, giving me his best excuse and explanation

“Look I’m really sorry I- I just think your so cute and pretty I h-honestly don’t know what I was thinking” kuroo walks closer to you trying to explain the situation. You stay still watching his tall frame walk towards you ‘kuroo called me pretty?’ Is all I thought about. Not even realizing that Kuroo is now standing in front of me, looking down into my eyes. “Kuroo.. you think I’m pretty?” I asked him, it caught him off guard but he replied with a simple “yes” as he awkwardly smiles while also having this weird expression on his face. My face heats up while looking up at him. My mind goes fuzzy.

The next thing I knew is that I was thrown onto my bed while kuroo was climbing on top of me, unbuttoning my dress shirt. “So pretty” kuroo mumbled, while throwing my shirt across my room. He leans in to kiss me, slowly migrating the kisses down to my neck and then to my collar bone, I let out a moan feeling his kisses all over my chest makes my whole body weak “kuroo~” I groan out feeling his hands fondle my chest then feeling him unclip my bra. I eagerly lift up his shirt and take it off him “so eager baby” “says you” kuroo laughs as he pulls down my skirt. He kisses me before he starts rubbing my pussy through my panties “already so wet for me darlin?” I groan into the kiss, “how sweet” my limbs go weak to his touch “kuroo~please I need you-“ I let out a weak whimper “need what angel? Tell me what you need baby” he smirks and pushes my panties to the side, using his fingers to rub up and down my wet slit “mh-mhm kuroo~” “cmon baby your not telling me what you need” he teases- sliping one of his fingers inside you “s-shit i I need you inside m-me.. f-fuck” you yell at him, while trying to keep your moans down.

“good girl baby, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear” kuroo chuckles feeling you squeezing tightly around his finger. Kuroo then starts taking off your panties completely leaving you with only your white leg warmers on. He rubs your clit a little more before he leans down and starts kissing and licking your cunt. He puts your legs on his shoulder as he continues eating you like it’s his last dinner. “ma pretty girl taste so good” kuroo looked up at you. His hair messy and his mouth dripping with your slick. He continues taking laps, licking and sucking every inch of your sweet cunny. “mgonna cum kuroo..” you say as you grip onto your pillow for support “cum on my face sweet girl” his fingers deep inside you while he licks up you sweet nectar “ah~!” you gasp, squirting all over kuroos face “mhm taste so good princess” he moans into your pussy before he gets up, unzipping his slacks and discarding them somewhere in your room, he takes out his cock, framing it i front of you “been waiting for this. You ready to take me baby girl?” He smiles at your already fucked out face. My eyes widen seeing his size “k-kuroo i don’t think it’s gonna fit..” I whine “oh baby I’ll make it fit” he places himself at your entrance, slowly putting his tip in “awh fuck~” kuroo moans “ah- kuroo” I yelp, “relax baby, don’t want your parents finding out what we’re doing” kuroo says nonchalantly “g-go slow” kuroo kisses your temple as he slowly guiding you down his cock “taking me so good my slutty girl” my glossy eyes meet his, a single tear falls down my cheek- “so tight for me sweet girl, I know it hurts baby I know-“ you grip onto his shoulders as he starts thrusting into you. Your whimpers and moan fills your bedroom, you know your being too loud right now but you can’t help it- not until kuroo grabs your panties from earlier and shoves it in your mouth to keep you shut “I told you to be quiet baby, can’t you understand? Stupid girl” he degrades you while thrusting more roughly into you “msorry” you try to mumble out. Kuroo thrust get more faster and his words become more harsh -not like you mind) the room filled with wet sounds of clapping, you stare up at the ceiling with your panties still in your mouth, mind going blurry as kuroo lips latch onto your nipples, sucking and lightly biting them. His mouth travels from your chest to your face, giving you wet kisses on your cheek. “fuck- I’m gonna cum baby. Cum with me slut” he whispers in my ear. I don’t say anything back, too fucked out to even think. I just grip on his back tighter. His thrust move faster as he tightly grips onto your hips feeling his climax “I’m gonna cum inside you angel, gonna make sure your filled up with my kids when I’m done with you” I try whining in protest but gave up easily, nearing my climax. Kuroo grabs both my hands and put them above me, my whole body felt like jelly- my mind went blank when he finally came inside me. “God-fuck baby you did so good” he moaned, taking the pantie out of my mouth with my saliva string attached to it. He kisses my lips before he pulled out of me. A pool of cum oozing out of me like a waterfall. You two lay there and cuddle for a while, too sore to move and too tired to stand. “What time is it?” Kuroo asked “like 10:45” I replied looking at the clock “shit, I got practice tomorrow-fuck my parents are going to kill me” he panicked for a bit “you can stay over if you want.. I’ll just clean your clothes before tomorrow” you offered … “you know what yeah I’ll just stay over tonight” you both smile and lay there in silence. “So do you want to go on a date with me? I know this really good spot to get grilled mackerel” you smile and laugh “yeah, I’d love too” kuroo pulls you in closer and puts the blanket over you two.

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A/N this is my first ever post/fic- I really hoped you guys enjoyed it!! I don’t usually write do stuff like this but I really wanted to try something new (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) it’s pretty fun (very time consuming but fun!)

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@marylilymicrofic (1655 words) spin the bottle... I Want a Kiss Like My Heart is Hitting the Ground

Crickets sung their songs outside the castle windows, spring air just barely melting the snow from the rooftops. But the lake was still frozen and the wind would still bite at the tips of your ears if you went outside without a hat. So of course the best thing  for a group of sixteen year olds to be doing on a saturday night was to huddle together in the girls’ dorm room passing around a bottle of liquid warmth.

James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter snuck in through the window, alcohol stuffed in Sirius’ coat. Marlene strong-armed each boy over the ledge and into the warm room. 

“Took you lot long enough!” Lily closed the window behind them, shutting out the chill.

”Had to dodge Mrs. Noris. It’s like she can smell booze from a mile away.” Siris grinned, taking the bottle from inside his coat and relishing the awestruck looks it earned from the three girls. 

Remus mumbled, “More like she could smell someone’s fish breath.” 

“I do not have fish breath!” Sirius exclaimed, throwing his hands up defensively. 

James used the opportunity to snag the bottle from his hands, “Come now, boys, we have more important matters to attend to.”

Mary got up from her bed, joining the group, “Hear, hear!” 

James popped the bottle open, “Who’s first?”

Marlene stepped up, but Lily beat her to it, looking up at James sweetly. Mary could have thrown up. James folded instantly, watching like a puppy dog as she threw back a little more than a shot of straight liquor. 

Mary’s eyes widened. Lily swallowed sharply and shoved the bottle back at James as she started coughing immediately. Before she knew it, Mary’s hand was patting Lily’s back. 

“Woah there, Evans. Save some for the rest of us, yeah?” Sirius took the bottle and brought it to his own lips. He didn’t take nearly as much as Lily, but he had to try twice as hard to suppress his cough before he, too, was hacking up a lung.

Remus took the bottle, then, and took a long pull. He passed the bottle to Marlene without so much as a splutter and everyone gaped at him. 

James just chuckled, “Bloody alcoholic.” 

Once all of them had their first round with varying success, Marlene insisted they play a drinking game. “Sevens!” Lily exclaimed at the same time Sirius said, “Never have I ever!”

“Let’s put it to a vote then,” Marlene suggested. 

It wasn’t much of a competition, only Mary voted for Lily’s idea. “Sorry, Lils,” James said, “No one wants to be doing math while they’re smashed.” 

“Well not everyone wants to air their dirty laundry while they’re inebriated either,” Mary had quite a few things she didn’t want out in the open, and being drunk was almost a surefire way to get her to spill her guts. Not for the first time, she cursed herself for being the lightweight of the group. 

“Oh, I’m sure you haven’t got anything that bad, Mary,” Remus said reassuringly. If only he knew.

The game started with Sirius, of course, who insisted. “Never have I ever… gone skinny dipping!’

That one got Marlene, who had done it on a dare, and Mary, who had done it the first time she ever got high. Surprisingly, Peter also asked for the bottle, grumbling as he did so, “My stupid brother and his stupid friends…”

Then it was Lily’s turn,  “Oh, I’ve got one. Never have I ever gotten a dreadful on my O.W.Ls.”

Everyone but Lily and Remus grumbled about that one, each of them damning Slughorn before taking a drink. 

Things started picking up after that, no one bothered with turn order anymore, just saying the various misdeeds as they thought of them.

“Never have I ever smoked weed,” got Remus and Mary.

“Never have I ever snogged someone in an empty classroom,” got Remus, Sirius, Mary, and Marlene, though none of them would fess up any details.

“Never have I ever had a crush on a professor,” was clearly targeted at Peter, but he was a good sport about it. 

“Never have I ever… kissed a girl!” 

Sirius drank, earning a small frown from Remus. Marlene drank, and varying levels of shock reverberated through the room, but Lily just said, “Called it.”

“Never have I ever had a crush on one of my best friends.” Maybe Peter didn’t take his friends’ teasing as good naturedly as they thought, eyes shooting daggers at two of his roommates.

Remus drank first, earning a few gasps. Then he passed the bottle to Sirius, pointedly, who drank. “Oh, you two have got to be shitting me,” James said, but he was smiling.

Mary’s heart was pounding against her ribs, and she was sure that it was written all over her face as she felt the blood rush to her cheeks. Before anyone could say anything else, she grabbed the bottle from Sirius. She was a gryffindor goddammit. 

She took a drink, tipping the bottle to get the very last drop. The room fell silent.

Lily and Marlene looked at her, and then at each other. 

Sirius looked at his empty hand where the bottle was, and then at the empty bottle in Mary’s shaky fingers. “Christ, we’re out of booze. Well, ladies and gentlemen, you all know what that means!” 

Mary has never been more grateful to Sirius in her life as he took the bottle out of her hands and gathered up everyone’s attention. 

“Huddle up, huddle up!” Sirius nudged everyone together. 

Mary looked at her hands as her friends with varying levels of coordination formed a circle on the floor. She felt a knee brush hers and she looked up to see Lily trying to meet her gaze. Mary’s head was very fuzzy, and Lily’s knee was very warm. 

Sirius placed the empty bottle in the middle of the circle and Mary’s gratitude to him ended in that moment, “Alright, folks, gryffindor rules; you kiss who it lands on no matter who, and if you get yourself you have to spin again.”

Sirius went first, spinning the bottle with a certain elegance that could only come from a Black. As the bottle slowed, the friends leaned in closer to one another. Remus.

“Well isn’t it my lucky day,” Sirius basically tackled the boy beside him, kissing him hard. It almost looked like it hurt. Almost. Mary felt the pang of jealousy as she watched two of her friends show the rest of them how sure they were of each other. How sure they were of how the other felt. 

They kept kissing as Marlene spun the bottle. It whizzed around and stopped shortly after it started, the label caught on the carpet, pointing dead center towards James. 

It was lucky the two of them weren’t shy, and Marlene had lost a few too many never-have-i-evers, she was so drunk she probably wouldn’t remember any of this,  “Pucker up, Potter.” 

It was quick and sweet. If anything, it was just as platonic as a hug would’ve been. 

“Next time you better pray no one says never have I ever kissed a lesbian.” Marlene winks at him and James laughs comfortably. 

Mary’s stomach twists itself in knots, bile rising in her throat. It’s her turn. She knows who she wants it to land on. She knows she shouldn’t want it to land on her. She spins the bottle.

It spins and spins. Mary thinks it’s broken, no bottle has ever spun this long before. Marlene, James, Peter, Remus, Sirius, Lily, Mary, Marlene, James, Peter, Remus… Sirius… 

Lily…

Mary. 

She sighs in relief, it landed on her, her turn is skipped. Except…

“Gryffidor rules, Mar,” Sirius chooses that moment to come up for air, an adequately ruffled Remus sitting up beside him, straightening his sweater. “Spin again.”

Mary’s heart resumes pounding. She spins. She knows who it’s going to land on before it stops. She knows the universe is cruel and the forces of nature have always been against her. 

She knows it like she knows the shade of red Lily’s hair turns when the sun hits it just right. She knows it like she knows what nail polish Lily wears in the springtime. She knows it like she knows what songs Lily hums when she gets out of the shower in the morning. She knows it like she knows how Lily takes her tea. She knows it like she knows how deeply, desperately in love she is with her best friend.

It lands on Lily. Mary turns her head, her desperation in her eyes. What she doesn’t know is that Lily is just as desperate.

Just like that, Lily’s mouth is on Mary’s, warm and soft and sweet with a hit of salt. Like caramel. Lily cups Mary’s face with her hands, cradling her cheeks and pulling her closer. Closer. Mary’s hands slide over Lily’s waist, gentle, unsure. Her head is heavy with the feeling of Lily’s mouth, Lily’s hands, Lily’s tongue. Fuck. 

Mary clutches Lily’s shirt like it’s a life preserver and she’s drowning. She’s drowning. Drowning in booze and warmth and Lily Evans. She wonders if Lily is drowning, too, before she remembers. 

Lily is sober. Or as close as you can get. She hadn’t had a drop since her coughing fit. Never had she ever, it seemed. Never had she ever, until that moment, kissed a girl, had a crush on one of her best friends, and felt so so high. She kept kissing Mary, drowning Mary, and she was doing it sober. It was too much to take in, too much to endure. Mary gasped for air, hands clutching Lily’s hair, lips burning. This must be what it felt like to fall.

Mary felt a tear roll down her cheek and she realized why the kisses tasted salty. 

((tysm for reading <3 and thanks to @marylily-my-beloved @imheredisappointingmyparents @ang3l0fde4th4ndd0gs @seekmemystar @obsessedwith15deadwizards @ephemeralstarss @osyhnixt @star-and-moon-shipper for motivating me to write this omg <33))

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Let’s Start Over

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary : Lamenting over the days you guys had together that perhaps starting anew will help.

Warning : Mentions of drug use/addiction ,high key toxic behavior (reader is trying to change)

Author’s note: I wanted to explore this theme lowkey as a coping mechanism because truly it ain’t easy to forgive and forget - we can get a happy ending but we gotta work for it. And I wanted to show that here

Hope you enjoy and if you have requests send them over!!

It was insanely awkward. Something Spencer never thought can happen when you’re in the room with him. He remembers the smiles you used to give him whenever eye contact was made. He knows you’re beautiful, he used to tell you everyday. But god when you smiled… that was everything to him. You were everything to him. You still are.

But there was no smile this time. Just awkward tension as you sit across from him. There was no animosity coming from either sides, but it just wasn’t right. You would’ve made some stupid joke by now to ease into it but it’s like there’s this invisible wall between the two.

Clearing your throat, Spencer immediately looked up grabbing his full attention. “You look like I’m going to get you in trouble.” He knew you would say something to try to ease the tension. “Can you blame me?” He let out an awkward chuckle as you gave back a soft smile. “No, I really can’t… it’s been awhile since I’ve been in here.” He sees your eyes take in his apartment. Nothing had changed about it, as if frozen in time when you left him 3 years ago. Only difference is the emptiness that came along with you leaving. Spencer knew he can’t say that obviously but he wished he can tell you how much he needs you.

Whether it was you waking him up with a mediocre breakfast. Your words not his. Even though he swears anything you make would always make him happy to be able to wake up next to you. Or when you guys would further the dent in his couch with another movie/show marathon. As you indulged his Doctor Who obsession and then your Harry Potter one. Everything you did just made life better. He came home to love, to warmth, and safety.

“How’s been work?”

“Why are you here?” He couldn’t help it. He had to ask and it was clear he had startled you with that question. The eyes he love widen in shock as you try to collect yourself again. “It’s selfish of me isn’t it?” Immediently your eyes met your lap which he really didn’t want. Scooting just a tiny bit closer to you on the couch he tried catching your gaze. It was like being next to a skittish cat.

“No it isn’t… Y/N - I’m glad you came.” Hearing the sincerity in his voice felt like the weight on your shoulders is lifting, as you looked back at him. And almost immediately you saw the kind smile he would always give you. And that grew the guilt that has been eating you alive. “Whenever I think about going on with life, it just doesn’t feel right.” Taking a deep breath you shake your head feeling like you need to stop before you ruin your chances of just talking to Spencer. “The other day I went to this museum and I just… I just wished you were there. To tell me about the art and go on a tangent about all I was looking at.”

Spencer felt something get stuck in his throat as it was his turn to look down. The memories that he cherished were bursting at the seams. The good. And the bad.

He wonders if you’re in the same boat.

“And I needed to apologize more than anything.”

He didn’t want to think about those memories. The one you’re trying to apologize about. Rose-tinted glasses is what Derek calls it as he recounted the memories with his trusted friend. Derek knew you, everyone knew you. And they loved you especially for their boy-wonder. They knew about the breakup and how it killed Spencer for months. They saw the eye bags get darker, how he got skinnier, talked less, and simply wasn’t their Reid. But only Derek knew of the why. And you were sure you aren’t Derek’s favorite person. You shouldn’t be and you know that. You never deserved Reid.

“You don’t need to at-.

“I do though! Please.” You begged him quickly shutting him up. “Spence I… I was horrible to you. A-And I can never forgive myself for that. And you don’t have to either it’s just I need you to know I am so sorry.” With tears streaming down your face you try to gauge his reaction.

Spencer had forgiven you a long time ago much to Derek’s dismay. He knew what you did wasn’t right but he was willing to get you help and tackle it together.

“Y/N I know how bad addiction can get. I know what you did wasn’t… out of complete ill intention.”

“Doesn’t make it ok though. And I need you to know that.”

He doesn’t want you to cry anymore, he just wants to hug you and tell you everything is going to be alright. And you can just stay over and have the movie marathons with that weird ice cream flavor you love. But he knows he can’t. This is something you need first.

“And I do know that. It’s just Y/N I love you more than anything that something like this… I was willing to stick it through with you. Because it hurt more than anything to know that the woman I love is suffering and I knew some part of you wanted to stop. And I was here with you because I wanted to help that part of you. The part that couldn’t voice it out I wanted to be that voice.” He reasoned but you shook your head. The guilt was killing you.

You remembered the bad. Practically all of it wishing the drugs had fried that part of your mind. But you know it just wasn’t right. You couldn’t leave Spencer being the only one dealing with the consequences of your actions.

The screaming late at night as you got agitated when you didn’t get your fix. The worrying of money when you went into those benders. The constant mood changes. The look of worry whenever you were on it. You would be on Cloud 9 being in Spencer’s lap blabbing about whatever. Spencer loves every part of you no matter what. But whenever you were on it that’s when he would worry like no other. The frown in his face never left as he tried his best to make sure you were hydrated, well taken care of, not pushing the limits. And you took advantage of all of it.

“I’m a grown woman Spence. I should’ve done better. It took me awhile but I think me leaving was for the better y’know.” That killed him. He was happy for you. Beyond happy, ecstatic even. He’s so proud of you but you leaving was the opposite for him. You took a part with him. That he wishes he can get back with you.

“And I’m so happy for you Y/N. You deserve the world and more.” Chuckling you wipe your eyes feeling weird that you cried in front of him after 3 years of no contact. “Not too sure about the world but thank you Spence for letting me talk to you. Genuinely I do appreciate it, you had every right to reject my offer of a meetup.”

And then you do it. You flash the smile he loves. The uncaring one where you smile with your entire face. The expression that makes him stop thinking and it’s quiet. It’s only you two in the room and you’re the only thing in his head.

“It did catch me off guard but I know you. You were probably reaching out for a good reason.”

It was a comfortable silence that fell between the two of you. One that you missed.

“If you ever need to talk though I’m here for you.” Spencer offered hoping that would be a good excuse for you to reach out. Pathetic? A little. But genuinely he wanted you to stay back in his life.

Shaking your head immediately at the offer you see his expression deflate as you tried to explain, “No Spence, I really do appreciate the offer. But I think I gave you enough baggage as it is. I have a therapist for a reason even though I know you’re more than qualified to be one to be honest.” Chuckling together at the thought of him being a therapist feels like something so strange you can’t even see it.

“I think I would make my client feel more awkward than it already is.”

“Gotta give you 5 sessions with them so you can warm up to them.” You added making him laugh, missing his laugh. Sighing you know your time is close as you saw the darkening sky. His eyes followed yours and he quickly realized it as well.

“Can I be honest with you?” Peeking your interest you nod at Spencer to continue. You saw the look in his eyes. You saw the million thoughts running through his head.

“Wo-Would you…” He let out an anxious sigh as he fiddled with his fingers. He doesn’t know how to say it. What if he gets rejected that would break him all over again. But maybe this is needed so he can move on. Can he? He doesn’t know anymore. Overthinking was his thing. And you can clearly see that as he left you in silence for a few minutes, not realizing you were staring at him expectantly.

You’re not stupid though. You’ve seen in it his face this entire time. He’s in the same boat as you. You still love him. And he still loves you.

“I’m sorry Spence.”

Looking at you, you can see his brown eyes saddening. As he realizes that you knew what he was going to say. “O-oh no yeah of course. It was stupid of me to ask.” Hearing his voice crack in the middle of his sentence hurt you more than anything. He loves you and you love him. But knowing you hurt him at some point took priority. Even if he’s forgiven you since the day you left, you need him to understand that what you did wasn’t ok.

“Spence some part of me wants to still be with you. Truly just thinking about waking up next to you sounds like a dream. But I still need help - obviously I haven’t been using. But I need to give myself time. And I need to give you time to realize that yeah you love me but that shouldn’t make it ok of how I treated you.”

As he goes back through his memories of being at the other end of the one-sided shouting matches. It’s like something clicked. A feeling he forgot he had buried away when thinking back at those time. And it was fear. Fear he would go back to his own habits. Fear that you would hit him at some point. And fear that he would still stay. He can have the highest IQ in the world and know he would need to leave. But the fear he has of his love for you was something he forgot. He forgot that his love for you is scary. And he knows love shouldn’t be that way.

“Looks like something clicked up there.”

“Y-yeah it’s just weird how it hit me… doesn’t mean I’m all better but it’s a little clearer.”

“Believe it or not Spence you tend to bury things until someone has to yank you out to see it.” You know him too well.

“Thank you for coming to apologize. This really helped me more than you think.” He said gratefully happy to see her smiling a little brighter. “Yeah of course it was something I really needed to do. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I never apologized to you. Someone like you doesn’t deserve that.” He felt his face warm up at her words. He wished that they can stay like this forever. But he knows he needs to recount and let himself feel the things he deserved to feel in those moments. And not worry about saying or doing the wrong thing in fear of losing her.

Already at the door as you was putting back on your shoes as he wanted to do one last attempt.

“Let’s start over?” He blurted out which startled you again considering he practically yelled it out.

“Not like forget everything that happened between us. It’ll always be there. But like friends? I’m not asking to explore until we get together. It’s just Y/N even when I had you as a friend you were everything. You cared for me in a way I haven’t been cared for in a long time. And you loved me in a way that no one else did. You make me happy, you make me happy to continue with my day until I get to the moment I see you. I know this sounds like a love confession it’s not I swear! It’s just I want my friend back at least even if it’s not the same. You were the dream I got to achieve and I just want it back…”

He finished breathless, desperate to keep you. He’s ok if it’s not as lovers. It’s more than ok if that’s what you wish. He still needs to hash out the feelings he has for you as he’s finally letting himself be mad that he was treated that way. But when he’s done he wants to know you’ll be there at the other end. Willing to let him back into your life and you into his. He wants to make new memories and accept what happened and continue life.

“Ok.” He expected rejection if he’s being honest. “W-What?”

“I’m cool with being friends but give yourself time first and then we can talk more. I miss my friend as well. So as a friend give yourself time. Anything more we’re going to therapy first. But I can be friends.”

“Thank you.”

“No Spencer…thank you. You’ve shown me unlimited kindness and I won’t ever forget that. But please do what I told you. Hash out your feelings and we can go on that museum date I was telling you about.” With a small smile you waved bye to Spencer as he closed the door as all emotions hit him harder. He felt like he was on autopilot and when he was finally laying in his bed he cried.

Cried and cried.

He loves you he knows that. But you hurt him and now he’s finally dealing with it. You knew him too well and he was acting on pure love and not thinking logically. He needs this. Yes he missesthe kisses you would share, the hugs, the dates, the pure joy he would feel knowing you were in his arms and he can tell you about his day and you would melt the stress away. Because that’s who you were to him.

But now he needs to do this for him. A part of him will always be with you and only with you. But he needs this. Maybe one day you guys can back to being friends and he knows you’ll be willing to wait for him. But this is needed for any sense of understanding to come between the two of you.

And he’s ok with that uncertainty for once.

[thatoneandlonelyemo2005]

@make-friends-with-the-rats this one is for you<3

tw: gun, suicide, shooting

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Boots shot up in his bed. Another nightmare. It was about the last timeline he went to. He really needed to get his watch checked out. But by who? Who could he even trust?

He looked around the room, it was cold and silent. In fact, he didn't hear anyone snoring.

Someone stuck a match making Boots jump. He looked over to see a boy taking a long drag.

"Skittery?" He whispered.

A cough recked through him yet he could feel the cold smile. "Hey, Boots."

"What-" He looked around more and saw the place was old. Older than normal. It was surreal like it was deserted and everyone had left or...moved on.

Skittery steps closer to him, "Finally woke huh? Was out for two days."

"What do you mean? Skits what's going on. Where is everyone?" He didn't even see Swiftys drawings plastered all around.

Skittery raised an eyebrow and up close he seemed to be paler than a sheet. His cheek bones were showing way more than they should and his eyes were cold and emotionless. "Did they get you that bad?"

"Who?" Boots could already feel his anxiety spike.

Skittery took a drag. "It's Christmas ya know. Hadn't even thought of it till I saw some ribbon in..." He trailed off like a memory played behind his eyes.

Boots didn't want to pay attention. He didn't like this timeline. Everything seemed too dead. And Skittery seemed different than his normal depressed self. His clothes also seemed ratty and dusty. He didn't even have his pink underwear on underneath.

Where was he.

"Ya know." Skittery turned around, cigarette hanging out of his lip. "Mr. K gave me his gun before he died. You remember right Boots."

Boots eyes shot open wide, "Skits-"

"You're acting different. Did they really hit you that hard?" His hands twitch at his side.

Boots nodded. He was gonna play this game. Whatever it was. He felt his wrist for his watch. He gripped onto it already fiddling with the time.

"Well, it seems you are in no mood to talk. Specs ate the last of our food remember."

He nodded like he did.

Skittery held out his last cigarette. "Here, you should be about old enough. Its Christmas remember."

"But it's your last one. You always make sure to have the last one." Just another switch and that's all he needed to get out of here.

Skittery face hardens. "Well, that was back then. Before everything." He turned around and walked to the windows. Reaching into his bag to grab something. "Somethings wrong with you Boots. Usually, you have a brain. Kept everything in your head."

Boots heard the click of the gun. "Skittery what's...going on. They uh hit me real hard."

"Yeah, they did. There still here though. Can't you hear them." He shook his head around. "Mr. K would hate the state this place is in. But it was usually Snoddy who cleaned this part of the floor. Remember."

Boots could see the gun now. A pistol. He quickly looked down at his watch and he was ready to go. Then the gun clicked. Boots eyes widen. He slowly looked up to Skittery. So broken and on the verge of death.

"I told them to knock you out. They agreed. You've changed Boots. Changed a lot."

"Skittery..." His mouth was dry and he was frozen.

Skittery didn't answer. He moved the gun under his chin. "Merry Christmas Boots."

Before he could even hear the shot rang out he turned his watch. Feeling the pull on his skin was more comforting than it had ever been. Seeing all the different colors was also welcoming. But he finally arrived in his own time.

Still on his bed Boots looked around. All of Swiftys drawings were everywhere. The place looked lived in and to top it off he could hear the others downstairs. Not missing a beat he went to grab his journal. Something he was glad he saved up for. Took him forever.

Writing the date and information down it occurred to him that he never got the year. Just the images. Boots breathed in deeply. It was fine. He was safe. In his own timeline. After finishing his writing he went to the washroom wanting some water on his face.

But he wanted to scream. There lay some of his friends. Blood coated the walls and mirror. It was as if a gun-Skittery, he shot them all-

"Boots."

He screamed and jumped away. The hand felt too bony and just like his.

"Hey Boots it's me. Bumlets."

Boots panic began to settle after seeing the older boy in front of him. He didn't even think about it. Just went straight to hug him. Bumlets instantly wrapping his arms around him tight.

Boots opened his eyes and saw Skittery behind them. The one with the gun. Smiling at him. Boots squeezed his eyes shut and dug his head into Bumlets neck.

"Nightmare?"

If only if that. He nodded.

Bumlets brought a hand up to his hair and card his fingers through it like he was his mother. "I'm right here alright. The others are down still playing poker remember. And I put Flipper to bed just now."

Boots took in a shaky breath. He didn't want to remember anything anymore.

"Wanna go lay in my bunk? Don't have to talk about it."

He nodded again and that was all he seemed to be doing lately. Boots clung to Bumlets as he walked to his bunk. Bumlets helped him up even though he was more than able to do it himself. But it was nice to be taken care of.

Bumlets quickly got besides him and pulled the blanket around them both.

"I'm right here Boots. I got you."

[sheadre]

Crushes Don't Get Easier (James Diamond x Reader) Chapter Two

Summary: BTR is a big hit, everyone loves them, but when they come back to the Palm Woods after their latest tour, they are greeted by a new girl band who actually signed with Gustavo while they were gone. (Name) is their leader who has great style, beautiful and is excellent at singing and dancing. The boys don't get along with them at first but then they realize they can be allies instead of enemies. James gets closer to her slowly even if he is still hung up on Lucy who left him without saying a word. Will there be more to (Name) and James, or is it just a fleeting fantasy and nothing will come of it?

Warnings: fluff, goofiness, angst later on

“WHAT?!”

The boys exclaimed in a mix of anger and shock. (Name) smiled as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. She decided in that moment that she will show them that her band is gonna be a real competition for the guys.

“Oh, everyone is here, perfect! Let’s see what you managed to put together Gustavo!”

Griffin waltzed in with his two shadows. The business man grinned at them before he snapped with his fingers and pointed at the studio. “Now.”

Everyone settled into the recording booth while (Name), Lily and Emma stood in position in the other room. It was a thrilling feeling for (Name), everyone watching them. She started moving to the beat, her voice filled the room with the first lines.

James watched with fascination how the girls performed. His blood pumped in his veins as he observed and wished it could be him in the spotlight with (Name). She kept looking at him and once she got to the part which was about taking a chance at love, she winked at him. His heart thumped in his chest. It was always him doing the flirting and wooing, the girls mostly only responded after he took the first step.

Then the song ended, Griffin clapped happily, congratulating Gustavo, telling him to start on the first album with the girls but James was still staring at (Name) who high fived with Lily and Emma. Carlos grabbed his arm, waking him from his frozen state.

“You okay dude?” the latino asked.

“Y-yeah, okay, fine, cool, suuuper cool!” the brunette nodded quickly.

“Doesn’t seem like it…” Logan quipped in.

“Guys, I’m okay, I-”

“James, talk to us, okay? What’s wrong? Is it (Name)?” Kendall joined in as well.

“No, I mean yes, but not like that…” James shook his head. “What’s gonna happen to us now?”

“You won’t be kicked out if you’re worried about that.” (Name) spoke up from behind them. Then added. “Maybe, I don’t know that to be honest.”

“Ever since you stepped foot in here you keep being mean. What the hell is wrong with you?” Kendall pointed at (Name). The girl’s eyebrows raised then anger took over her pretty features. She stepped closer to the tall blonde and poked his chest with her index finger.

“Who was the first to talk shit about me thinking I wasn’t hearing it?!”

“Well, James did but I heard girls are always more mature so act like it!” he replied.

“You want mature?!” she exclaimed. “Then you guys will get just that!”

With that, (Name) turned around and stomped out of the sound booth. Emma followed her with an indifferent expression while Lily latched onto Carlos again.

“I think she might be right…?” Logan spoke up.

“(Name) won’t take a simple apology after all this.” Lily quipped in. The guys gathered around her with curious expressions. The light brown haired girl sighed and let go of Carlos. “She’s cold and distant on the outside until you get to know her. She’s always been talked about behind her back and many people in the industry were awful to her. Be honest when you apologize for talking badly about her and then keep being nice to her. I promise you will gain the best ally.”

Then Lily pressed a soft kiss to Carlos’ cheek and went out of the room to find her bandmates. Kendall turned to James with the look they all knew he got when he got a plan.

“James, it’s time you put on your wooing costume!”

Back at Palm Woods the guys hid behind the bush by the pool waiting for (Name) and the girls to show up. James was nervous to be honest. He felt bad for saying mean things about (Name) behind her back. He was only saying that out of anger and meant nothing of it but apologizing felt awkward. His embarrassment made his blood rush in his veins as he clutched the bouquet of flowers with so much force that the poor plants were almost completely crushed.

“So, when they walk out of the lobby, you go over to (Name) and say you’re sorry and you’d like to apologize for talking shit about her.” Kendall pronounced each syllable slowly and articulated carefully.

“I know what I have to do… It’s just so embarrassing!” the brunette hissed. Was he blushing? He quickly shook his head and turned back to the doors of the lobby.

(Name) walked out alone with a book in her hand and a glass of iced lemonade in the other. She was wearing a one piece swimming suit with a cover up and some sunglasses on the top of her head. Right at that moment James felt all of his blood rush south.

“Go tiger!”

The guys pushed him out of the bush and he stumbled right into (Name). She dropped everything and to steady herself, grabbed onto James but their balance was already off and they landed in the pool.

“Oh crap!” Logan winced.

James resurfaced and shook his head so he could see but then (Name) emerged from the water and jumped on him with a shriek, pushing him back into the water.

“My book is completely soaked!” she growled angrily.

“(Name)! (Name)! We were the ones who pushed him too hard!” Kendall tried to shout over the splashing.

She stopped brawling with James in the water who held her wrists, her body almost completely on his and their legs tangled underwater. (Name) only realized the close proximity and how much their bodies were touching. She quickly ripped herself away from him and threw her book out of the water then crawled out of the pool and started stomping back toward the lobby.

“(Name)! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-”

“I DON’T CARE! YOU RUINED MY CLOTHES, MY HAIR, MY BOOK AND MY DAY!” she shouted at him then whirled around and left while the guys saw her brush a tear out of her right eye.

“Okay, plan B!” Kendall said.

“No, no plan B or C or X, Y, Z! I will just simply ask Bitters which apartment she lives in, dry myself, fix my hair and will give her a peace offering!” James slapped the soaked and wrinkled flowers into his friend’s chest then stomped after (Name).

Later when (Name) finally managed to dry her book she leaned back on the sofa she shared with the girls and was about to continue when the doorbell rang. Lily walked out of the kitchen in her pink apron.

“I will get it, I still need to wait for the cookies to cool.”

(Name) sent her a flying kiss and turned back to her book. However, her ears perked up when a familiar voice was answering Lily’s questions. (Name) couldn’t understand every word but she could make out a few.

“...I accidentally…hair…sorry…give…her?”

Then the door closed and Lily waltzed back into the living room with a wide grin.

“These are for you!” she announced and put a bouquet of flowers on the coffee table that had a card on it.

(Name) leaned forward and opened the card. It said: “I’m sorry for ruining your book and hair, I wanted to apologize. I will be in the park later. J.”

Her heart skipped a beat. His handwriting was beautiful. It couldn’t be the florist’s because it was still very manly but the letters were balanced and elegant. Maybe she was a bit hard on the guys.

“Just tell us if you don't come home tonight.” Emma winked at her from the doorway that led to her room. (Name) blushed deeply and threw a decor pillow at her friend which only made Emma laugh hard and throw it back at her.

“(Name), you know, Emm’s right. You should totally fuck him.” Lily plopped down next to her on the couch with a large grin. “James is not only made for the eyes, if you know what I mean.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be madly in love with Carlos?” (Name) poked Lily’s cheek.

“Even if my heart is Carlos’ I can still appreciate James with my eyes!” she poked her tongue out at (Name) making the other two laugh.

James sat at a bench in the park trying to stay calm. A few girls approached him for a photo or some autographs but he managed to make them go away. He needed alone time to think. Of what he will say and do once (Name) arrives. IF she arrives that is.

Why was he feeling so nervous like he was twelve again? He never had to be afraid of rejection or nervous about a date. Wait! It wasn’t a date! Definitely not a date! He was still waiting for Lucy to come back and have a talk, close that phase and then he can completely move on. If he was honest with himself, he was angry and felt betrayed. He shouldn’t wait around for her… but then something in him was asking for closure.

A featherlike touch brushed against his shoulder making him jump in fright. (Name) pulled back in surprise.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” she said as she sat down.

“It’s okay… I just… sometimes I think too much.” he replied. (Name) snorted softly.

“Isn’t it a burden? To overthink?” she chuckled. Silence settled on them. James felt his heart pound against his ribcage as he sat there, his body rigid and frozen in place. Get it together, dude! he thought.

“Thank you for the flowers, they’re beautiful.” she said softly. Then added. “Or they were until Lily turned them into cookies…”

“I’m starting to fear for Carlos’ life.” James blurted out which he immediately regretted saying out loud. (Name) looked at him but only smiled.

“Oh, don’t worry, Lily will only abduct him after you guys are no longer such a big hit. She has a complete plan on how she will force him into a marriage, have kids with her and then they grow old in a big suburban house with a picket fence and a dog.”

“I think that will be the only way Carlos can get a long term relationship going on.” the brunette laughed.

“You know, we could’ve started right from here.” (Name) said. “This is way nicer than shouting at each other.”

“So… you accept my apology?” James questioned.

“Would I be here if I didn’t?” (Name) pushed him a little then offered her hand to him. “Peace?”

The brunette grabbed her small hand in his and something in him clicked like he found the answer to every question he had in his life. He shook her hand but let his touch linger before he pulled away.

“Peace.”

“Now what?” she asked, looking around.

“I heard that a new movie is out but the guys didn’t want to go see it with me. It’s a comedy. Are you interested?” he asked. He didn’t plan it to be a date, they could just simply hang out.

“Popcorn or nachos?”

“Popcorn.”

“Cool, we won’t have to share!” (Name) grinned and pulled him up from the bench.

To be continued…

[scarletsaphire]

*slams hands on the table* CHALLENGE MODE SAM/EMBER GOOOOO

Sam sat on the sofa, one leg folded under her and the other on the ground. The sofa was uncomfortable, the one that her parent's used for important, stuffy guests they wanted to impress but didn't want hanging around too long. Normally, Sam avoided it, and her parents in general, like the plague, but right now her hard work was finally coming to fruition. She could deal with some minor back pain to watch the fireworks.

"So," Pamela asked, her voice strained and her face frozen in her practiced facsimile of perfection. "How did you and our dear Sammikins meet?"

Ember, who was lounging on the sofa next to Sam with her feet propped up on the expensive coffee table, didn't answer at first. She was busy picking something out of her teeth with her finger. It took Pamela clearing her throat two separate times for Ember to answer her, and that was mostly because Ember had finished getting whatever it was free. Sam was glad her parents had hammered in how to keep a perfectly pure smile on her face from such a young age; Ember was playing her part magnificently, and Sam needed to act none the wiser.

"Oh, I like, mind controlled her whole school. And most everyone else in the town," Ember answered. "Surely you've heard of me. I went through a lot of effort for everyone to remember my name." Ember gestured to the guitar laying across her lap. Sam elbowed her in the side. Despite the fact that it didn't hurt (Sam had seen Ember get thrown through multiple walls before. Sam might have been strong, but she wasn't that strong) Ember made a show of rubbing her side. "Aw, babe, what was that for?"

Sam was looking at Ember, but she kept her focus on her parents out of the corner of her eye. She didn't miss their flinch at the pet name, and she had to fight to keep her genuine glee from showing on her face. "You've been hanging out with Danny too much."

"Yea, well, it's your fault for introducing us," Ember said. "Can't blame me for liking him, kids got good taste. He was chasing after you for a while, after all."

Pamela inhaled sharply through her nose. Jeremy's eye twitched. They were small signs, but Sam knew them well. She was wearing down their nerves at record breaking speeds, and she wasn't about to stop now. Not when the plan was working so well.

"Yes, the...Fenton boy," Jeremy said. "Surely, someone of your...status wouldn't be interested in hanging around his type?"

"Oh, you mean cause I'm a ghost?" Ember said. Sam noted the tightening of his grip on the arm chair. "Nah, I've seen the ghost hunters around. I could blow their asses out of the water any day of the week. Honestly, its kind of rude that you think I couldn't. That's like, rule number one of ghosts, y'know? It's kind of like prison, if prison was cool and came with laser beams. Survival of the fittest and all that jazz."

Pamela opened her mouth to speak. If Sam had to guess, it would probably be asking if Ember had ever been in prison; she wouldn't ask about the ghost stuff where Ember could hear her; not only was her parents still scared of ghosts, they also refused to be considered knowingly rude. At least, to anyone with sway. Ember may be dead, but she was famous, at least around Amity Park. That counted for something in their eyes. Whatever Pamela had to say didn't matter, as Ember swung her feet off of the coffee table and started talking again.

"Speaking of jazz, you got some cool vinyls in here! I'm sure you don't mind if I play some of them? I'm kinda big on music, if you couldn't tell." Ember didn't wait for permission, grabbing one of the records (meticulously hung on the wall to give a semblance of culture and spontaneity to the room. Not that Sam's parents had ever listened to a single one of them; it was all part of posturing.) and slipping it onto the record player.

"Of course." Sam could almost hear the tension in her mom's voice, breaking through her carefully constructed softness. "I'm sure Jeremy will be happy to show you around our collection while I have a word with Sammikins. Out. Side." And there was the teeth clenching fury Sam had been after. She glanced at the grand clock in display on the fireplace mantle. It had barely taken four minutes from Ember's arrival to reach red in the face Pamela. A record by nearly two and a half minutes.

Pamela's fingers locked around Sam's wrist, hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to bruise. Sam struggled, but it was mostly for show. She could break the grip if she wanted to; her mother made it a point to be "feminine" which, to her, meant weak, and Sam was anything but. That wasn't the play here. No, she was following the plan, and the plan had her following. At least for now.

As soon as the door to the formal sitting room was shut behind them, Pamela turned on Sam with all of her carefully hidden fury unmasked. "Just what do you think you're doing, bringing one of those things into our house?" she hissed, not letting go of Sam's wrist.

"First off she's not a thing, mom," Sam replied, slipping venom into her voice. Maybe a bit too much venom, actually. That should be for later. Indignant fury would be better. "And she can hear you. Ghosts have better hearing than we do."

Pamela narrowed her eyes at Sam as if trying to gauge how truthful Sam was being. Finally, she dragged Sam a few doors down. "Do you think it," the pronoun was said with emphasis. "can hear us here?"

"Probably not," Sam lied. "I don't get what the big deal is! You told me that if I was to date someone of my choosing, then they had to be of influence, well known and well liked, and self sufficient! Last I checked, Ember ticked all those boxes."

"I didn't think you would go so far as to coercing with one of those things! Its dangerous and volatile, and dead! I know you are going through the whole spooky dead thing phase, but I thought you'd at least be reasonable enough to draw the line at speaking to one of them. And then you show up saying you're dating one of them?" Pamela dropped Sam's wrist in favor of pacing a small circle in the hallway and wringing her hands together nervously. "It tried to kidnap us! It tried to mind control the whole town! It admitted to it!"

"She," Sam said. Now was the time to add the venom. "is not an it. And how do you know she hasn't changed! It's not like she hurt anyone. It was all just..." One beat, two, three. Just enough to make it seem like she was searching for words. "...ghost fun."

"And what about when it wants to have this 'ghost fun' with you?" Pamela snapped, her voice ever so slightly louder than her normal speaking voice. Perfect. "Please, Sammikins. I'm just trying to look out for you. It isn't safe."

"No, I don't have to listen to this! I love her, mom!" Sam raised her own voice to just barely below a shout. That was the signal. "I love her, and there's nothing you can do about it! I tried to follow all of your dumb rules, and the one person I could find that actually gets me isn't good enough for you!" Sam felt the corners of her eyes prickle. She shifted her focus to meat plants, factory farms, and that one scene from Derrick Disassembled where the android was stripped for melting. The prickle turned to tears. Her mascara would run, but that was the point. It was more dramatic that way. "You can't control who I love, mom! So either let me live my own life without any of these stupid rules, or I'll..." She choked on her words. She needed to make them seem genuine, like this was a difficult decision. Like she wouldn't go back on them. "I'll run away with her! She can take me to the ghost zone, where you won't be able to get between us."

"Samantha Manson!" Pamela practically shrieked. "Think about what you're saying! You'd rather-"

Ember appeared to Sam's side, materializing out of thin air. "I heard yelling," she said, eyes narrowing and flame ponytail burning high enough to singe the ceiling. "Do you wanna get out of here?"

Sam gave one tense nod, before she felt invisibility wash over her. As soon as they were out of ear shot, Sam let her fake sobs turn into real laughter. Ember snickered with her.

"You did good back there! I didn't know ya had it in you!" Ember said after they came to a halt in the airspace above the Manson Mansion.

Sam wiped at the tracks of mascara on her face. "I've had a lot of practice. You did great too. I thought my dad might have an aneurysm."

Ember laughed. "You should've seen him after you left. I was poking around his vases and stuff and dropped one. Didn't break, but I think he was about to."

"Oh yea, that'd do it." Sam grabbed her phone out of her pocket. Already, she had three texts and four missed calls from both of her parents. She turned off the phone. "So, are we calling it a night here, or...?"

"Is there anywhere in this place that does karaoke nights or something?" Ember asked after a moment. "Not that I didn't enjoy this, but I think a proper night out might be nice."

"There's a place I know that does live slam poetry," Sam suggested. "Not quite music, but I'm sure they wouldn't mind if you brought your guitar up with you."

"Sounds good to me."

[dollgutted]

so my tumblr front page has a lot of ghostface stuff for obvious reasons, he's obviously a big fave of mine and i follow a lot of ghostie lovin' accounts, as well as following the ghostface tag. typical stuff. but i. every time i see live action ghostface i cannot fucking help but think of that poor fucking scare actor who was dressed as ghostface at the haunt i went to last year.

important details: i am a 4'9 man and despite being a horror lover and connoisseur, i do not handle irl horror very well. that is to say, i'm chicken shit. i'm a fucking baby. i cry and hide behind my friends at haunts. i love going! don't get me wrong! i love going so much because i love being scared but also my fear reaction isn't to fight, flee, or freeze, it's to fawn n cry, baby, that's how i do it. but it's always like "wow that was fun!" after the haunt, yanno? it's scary but it's not real so it's not traumatizing or anything, it's just like, "haha man i am weak let's go again next year", whatever yanno. those details out of the way, if you know ANYTHING about haunts, you know seasoned scare actors are usually pretty good at telling who the scaredy cat is, and a lot of times, that's the easy target. some will go for the one they can tell is already fuckin tweaking lmao. and boy, is it not hard to tell with me.

so let me set the scene: it's 11PM, dark as shit, i'm dressed like a fucken slut bc i always gotta dress up for haunts, if i'm gonna cry i wanna look hot doin' it yanno. got my bunny hat on, for emotional support (doesn't everyone have a hat w/ bunny ears for emotional support?). i'm clinging to my friends shirt while they're dragging me through this corn maze. i hear something crunch behind us and instinctively cling tighter. i know something is about to happen and i'm NOT going to like whatever it is. i'm anticipating a loud noise. a scream. someone to jump out.

LO AND FUCKING BEHOLD, who other than ghostface is suddenly fucking beside me. ME. this haunt isn't super strict about invasion of personal fucking space, it's not officially no touch but most of them won't really touch you. this guy, though, oh no. he says nothing, that'd be out of character of course, but i am staring. wide eyed. just looking up at him. my friends feel me pause. they turn back. THEY START LAUGHING. THEY ARE ANTICIPATING.

i am truly frozen, i am just looking at this man when he moves to press his (obviously fake) knife into my throat, tilting my chin up a little bit with it. i cannot fucking. i cannot function. i GIGGLE. i am a grown man and i giggle like a schoolgirl who's crush just picked up their dropped pencil for them. I GIGGLED. this man tenses, he did NOT expect that reaction. my friends are fucking cackling. this scare actor has been thrown for a loop. he once more says nothing, removes the knife, stares down at me for a solid thirty seconds, and then WALKS AWAY.

GHOSTFACE SCARE ACTOR IF YOURE OUT THERE I AM SO SORRY. I DID NOT MEAN TO MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE I SINCERELY DID NOT BUT I LOVE GHOSTFACE PLS UNDERSTAND YOU MADE A DREAM COME TRUE THAT NIGHT AND I STILL THINK ABOUT IT A YEAR LATER I WOULD APOLOGIZE IF I COULD BUT I WILL NEVER GO BACK TO THAT HAUNT EVER AGAIN OUT OF EMBARRASSMENT.

[biigscene-a]

5 SONGS THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE

I. BREAKFAST - dove cameron

AMBER i'm sick , yeah i'm sick. and honestly i'm getting high off it. do you wanna see a magic trick ? ooh , so you wanna talk about power ? ooh , let me show you power. i eat boys like you for breakfast. one by one , hung on my necklace. and they'll always be mine , it makes me feel alive.

II. AFRAID - the neighbourhood

ETHAN all my friends always lie to me. i know they're thinking , you're too mean i don't like you. fuck you , anyway. you make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs. it hurts but i won't fight you. you suck anyway. you make me wanna die.

III. GOLDEN HOUR - jvke

JOAN she's got glow on her face , a glorious look in her eyes. my angel of light. i was all alone with the love of my life. she's got glitter for skin , my radiant beam in the night. i don't need no light to see you shine. it's your golden hour.

IV. DEVIL TOWN - cavetown

KATE devil town is colder in the summertime. i'll lose my mind at least another thousand times. hold my hand tight , we'll make it another night. i still get a little scared of something new , but i feel a little safer when i'm with you. falling doesn't feel so bad when i know you're falling this way too.

V. RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME - taylor swift

JACKIE you left me no choice but to stay here forever. did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen ? time went on for everybody else , she won't know it. she's still 23 inside her fantasy. how it was supposed to be.

tagged by : @cahroline tagging : @scarrredboy , @depictedblue , @bnchee , @gareththegreat , and everyone else !

[i-write-shittily]

Charlie and the dam beans

(A story I wrote quite a while ago and am just now discovering! I didn’t really read it over so I hope it’s okay. I forget what the prompt was exactly but enjoy!)

Leo picked up the can of frozen beans, it was one of those generic brands that were sold in the thousands inside almost every store. Leo smiled though and put it in his basket. His life hadn’t been filled with riches or glamorous things, but he found it content. He enjoyed the simple way of living. And besides, his boyfriend loves these beans, even if they are generic.

Leo made his way to the counter to pay for his things. The lady at the counter regarded him with a nice smile, she had smile lines and wrinkles, but Leo could tell she was beautiful, or had been. Her name tag said Mel.

“Just this Leo?” The lady asked her voice filled with sweetness.

“Yes that’s all.” He started to rummage through his bag for his coupons when the lady asked him a question that made him stop cold in his tracks.

“How’s Charlie doing? I see you’ve got him the beans he likes, even if you find it odd you always get them for him.” Mel smiled, except this time Leo didn’t find it as beautiful.

“I-I’m sorry? Have I met you before how could y-“

“Oh no dear.” The lady interrupted. “You have never met me before, but I have met you.”

“I I don’t understand what do you mean?” Leo stepped back, his back hit the counter behind him and he was starting to think up the fastest way to run from here.

“Oh my no need to be so scared darling.” Mel continued scanning the items Leo had bought. “Now I have a question I would like you to answer honestly, and don’t worry about prying ears. They can’t hear us.”

Leo looked around frantically and he realized indeed, there was no one to hear them. Because there was *no one*. Everyone had somehow disappeared. Leo started to shake all over, he lost his balance and his knees buckled. He fell to the ground, his purse scattering next to him. “W-what do you want from me?!” Leo screamed at the lady. “Is Charlie all right-“

“Charlie is fine I promise you.” The lady flashed him another one of her smiles. “Now would you be willing to answer me?”Leo gulped but steeled himself. “Yes.”

The lady smiled, her mouth spread so wide that Leo feared she would crack her skin.

“Now tell me Leo. Are you happy?”

Leo was shocked, he didn’t expect that question. “I would say I’m happy yes, I am very happy.”

“And what makes you happy Leo?”

Leo thought about it and his answers came fast. “Charlie, and getting to live this life.”

“Hmm.” Mel thought for a moment. “I see. Now Leo would you like to know what my name is short for?”

Leo found the question odd. “Sure?”

Mel smiled and this time her skin did crack, blood flowed from her cheeks and her eyes squinted so much Leo wondered if she could see at all.

“I am Melpomene. Muse of tragedy. Goodbye Leo.”

And even though Leo didn’t understand exactly what she meant, he could guess.

He just wished he could have brought Charlie those beans before everything went black.

Alternate ending!

“Will you join me?” Mel asked her expression was calm.

“I’m sorry?” Leo was startled. If this lady could make a whole grocery store disappear and knew all about him, would it really be safe to join her?

“Join me and I shall give you more. More than this, more than all of it. Forget Charlie and the beans and come with me.”

Leo was baffled, even though the offer was absurd he couldn’t help being swayed by her words. “I mean I gue- no! No I can’t leave Charlie.”

The lady grimaced. “You don’t need him boy, he’s nothing to you but a mortal human who will perish soon enough. If you join me you will never perish you shall live for all eternity. You shall damn those who deserve it and cause internal suffering to all who dare disobey you. I am Melpomene the muse of tragedy and I wish for you to join me, Leo Castez.”

Leo tried to comprehend her words, the muse of tragedy who could damn those she wanted? Sure sweat deal but like what happens to Charlie? And his sanity? Doesn’t seem too sweet when the only guy who’s ever loved you gets to go through eternal suffering.

“I’ll have to pass.” Leo held up his hand as of saying ‘stop.’

“W-what?!” It was Melpomenes turn to be baffled. “Why not I can give you all in which you seek!”

“Can you give me my boyfriend?”

“Uh ah no but-!”

“Then be answer’s no.”

“FUCK!”

[briamichellewrites]

9 - Bria’s Version

Mike and the band were excited to hear about the Grammys. They watched her performance on tv. She did a great job. Thank you! She was so nervous! They laughed. Who did she end up meeting? She met so many people, it was hard to remember them all. Jon Bon Jovi and his wife, Dorothea; Tim McGraw and his wife, Faith Hill; Shania Twain, Gloria Estefan, the Backstreet Boys, Elton John, Whitney Houston, and Britney Spears. Oh, and Bruce Springsteen and his wife, Patti.

She actually got to sit right next to Jon! Like he was literally in the seat next to her. How did she handle that? She was freaking the fuck out inside but tried to be calm. They laughed. Everyone asked her about her hair. Shania Twain told her to remain humble and not let fame get to her.

They were so happy she had fun! She almost literally ran into Bruce because she wasn’t watching where she was going. He had a humor about it. Where was she? She was on her way out of the after-party. It was so fucking fun, though. She didn’t get home until around three in the morning because of traffic leaving the venue. Who’s Gloria Estefan? She was a Cuban American singer-songwriter, who sang in both English and Spanish.

Did she perform? She couldn’t remember. That was fine. Maybe next year, they would all be at the Grammys. That would be so fucking cool! They laughed. Her album, Echoes On The Boulevard was finally released in stores. It was getting good reviews from critics, who applauded her for being different than other artists in country music. After six months, she was finally living her dream.

They were all very proud of her. Brad was home for a while. That meant he could spend more time with Bria. She invited him over to her place. He was able to sneak in without anyone noticing him. She was in the kitchen making lunch when he arrived. He kissed her before asking what she was making. It was a salmon salad. She made it before. He looked at the ingredients she had out. Lettuce, cherry tomatoes, cucumbers, salad dressing, salsa, peas, and corn.

Where did she get the salmon? It was at the grocery store in the frozen section. She had one of the employees help her. Since she looked like she knew what she was doing, he let her be. He missed her. That was the hardest part about being away. But, they both had jobs to do.

They talked about her hair and the Grammys. She had so much fun! He laughed as she told him all about it. She was so adorable when she was excited! Who was her favorite person she met? Jon Bon Jovi, though everyone else was a close second. He used to be friends with Jon. She dropped the spatula she was using to turn the salmon and gave him a look.

“Dude, you’re just telling me this now!”

He laughed. “I didn’t know you were a fan of him.”

Oh my god. He laughed again, as she went back to cooking. When the salmon was cooked, she turned off the oven and put them on a cutting board. She then took out a knife and cut it into cubes. After putting the salad together, all she needed to do was add the salmon. After setting out the salad dressing and salsa, she grabbed two bowls and forks.

She also grabbed two cans of Pepsi. He was eager to try her salad. It was very good! The salmon was perfectly cooked and seasoned. He joked about keeping her around. She laughed. It was one of her favorite things to make because it was so easy and fast. It also went well with almost anything. Her apartment was small but nice. It reminded him of the apartment he lived in when he first moved to LA from Missouri after dropping out of college.

Like other actors trying to make it, he took small jobs while he went to auditions. It took a long time before he made it to Hollywood. But, he never forgot where he came from. He would always be a Missouri and Oklahoma boy at heart. His parents didn’t know if he was making the right decision to leave school and his degree in journalism for Hollywood.

Though, they realized he was following his dreams. Bria was discovered after making a demo of her playing the piano and singing. After dropping out of high school, she promoted herself to different labels before being signed by Warner Music. Her demo was just a cd and a picture of herself with her contact information. She mailed the CDs to different labels and didn’t hear back from any of them for a few months. Until Jeff Blue called her about auditioning for him.

She went and he liked what he heard, so he offered her a contract. Brad never heard that story before. It showed her hard work and determination. So did his story. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. After cleaning up and putting the leftovers in the refrigerator, they went to her living room. He noticed her movie collection.

She had Titanic, Aladdin, The Lion King, The Virgin Suicides, What’s Eating Gilbert Grape, The Sixth Sense, Edward Scissorhands, American History X, Good Will Hunting, Jurassic Park, and Home Alone. That was a good collection. She pointed out that The Lion King and Aladdin were her childhood favorites. When Titanic came out, she wasn’t allowed to watch it because of the sex scene. She later saw it at a sleepover. They wanted to watch it because of Leonardo DiCaprio. He laughed.

When she moved out, she bought it at Target. She also wasn’t allowed to watch American History X because of the violence and racism. Good Will Hunting she bought because of Robin Williams. Which movie would she personally recommend? Either the Sixth Sense or What’s Eating Gilbert Grape. She took the second one out and handed him the case.

“It’s about Johnny Depp being stuck in small-town America with a disabled little brother, a morbidly obese mother, and two sisters. He wants to leave home but can’t. Then, a girl comes in and changes everything for him.”

“I’ve heard of this movie.”

He flipped it over and looked at the back. 1994. Yeah, he remembered when the movie came out. Her cd collection was filled with the Backstreet Boys, Shania Twain, Bon Jovi, Britney Spears, Elton John, and others. He excused himself to use the bathroom. She told him where it was. Once the door was closed, she heard a phone vibrating in the kitchen, so she went to see if it was hers. It was his.

Hey, baby. When are you coming home? – Jen

She didn’t say anything and she pretended not to notice when he came out a few minutes later. After he left, she texted Mike to ask him what she should do. That meant telling him everything about her relationship with Brad. He wasn’t happy about her dating a guy twenty years older than her. Did they sleep together? No, they were waiting until she was eighteen.

I’m sorry this is happening to you. Talk to him about what you saw. If he lies to you, then cut him loose. He’s not worth it. – Mike

Bria texted Brad asking him about the text message she saw while he was in the bathroom. The only reason why she was looking at his phone was because she accidentally thought it was hers. Was he dating another woman? No, he was engaged to her. She started silently crying tears of hurt and pain.

So you used me to cheat on her. Please leave me alone. I am so hurt and angry right now. I don’t want to talk to you. – Bria

Later, Mike called her to check-in. She told him that he admitted to being engaged and she was the other woman. He apologized to her. If he could, he would wrap her in his arms and hold her. He told her to forget him. She would find a guy who wasn’t going to lie to her. Bria nodded. She was so angry and hurt. He continued listening and talking to her until she calmed down. Go do something for yourself. She would. He told her he and Anna loved her. She loved them, too.

Bria, I’m sorry for not telling you. We weren’t together when I met you. I love you. I’ll break off the engagement to be with you. Please talk to me. – Brad

Bria, please call me and let me explain. – Brad

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon @fiickle-nia @boricuacherry-blog

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Chapter 3

Patrice woke up by hearing some weird noises. She stood up from her bed and looked around. When she looked at window, she saw Vincent sitting there. She got so scared that her colors faded.

Vincent: good morning~

Patrice: how did you got here?!

Vincent: your window was opened. So I wanted to get in.

Patrice: couldn't you knock on front door and wait?!

Vincent: no. I don't wanna wait for a meal.

Patrice: uhhh. Give me few minutes. It's still morning.

Vincent: nope. I want my promised shrimps. I want my breakfast.

Patrice: fine! I'll make you shrimp!

Patrice walked slowly to kitchen and Vincent walked after her. She took pack of frozen shrimps out of freezer and started to prepare breakfast for him. He just sat on her table and watched. His tail was moving from side to side. After some time, she finished it and gave him a plate of shrimps in her sweet tomato sauce. He started to eat it. She just sat, still very tired on chair. He was eating it slowly to enjoy it. After he finished he saw that she was sleeping on chair, so he went to explore the house. House was looking very normal. Nothing special, just few crystals here and there. He then smelled something good. Vincent walked to her room and opened her smaller closet. There were many self-care products and few perfumes. He picked up 1st one from left and sniffed it. It was scented like fresh oranges and lemons. He sniffed next one. It was scented like a fancy perfume. He sprayed himself with it, because it was scented so lovely. He then looked on other shelf and saw hairband collection. There was one with bunny ears, other that looked like chocolate on ice cream, one that had cat ears and more. He then looked into bigger closet. There were dresses, hoodies and fancy suit. He looked at it. It was dark with purple jacket.

Patrice: Vincent! What are you doing?!

Vincent: just looking. I see that you like color purple~

Patrice: I like many colors. Red suits me better tho.

Vincent: Sure. But better dress up. I need you to meet someone.

Patrice: who?

Vincent: I can't say~

He then walked out of her bedroom. When she finally got dressed, they both walked out. She had her blue tea party dress on. He was just in purple t-shirt and dark shorts. They walked into Animal Cafe, tho it said "closed". There were sitting Mike the dog and Jeremy the bunny.

Vincent: meet those two. A grumpy old dog and cute bunny boy~

Mike: uhh! Why did you came here?!

Vincent: I heard you yesterday when you two talked about meeting. So I got you a friend~

Mike: it was only between us two!

Vincent: bye, Mikey~

And then Vincent walked out. She just stood there, looking at them. That was awkward. Jeremy and Mike looked at each other and then at her. Mike then stood up and walked up to her. He wanted to give her a handshake, but she walked away from him. He looked at her confused.

Mike: what?

Patrice: sorry. I'm just afraid of dogs.

Mike: how did this happen?! I was thinking that everyone loves dogs!

Patrice: years ago, one bited me when I wanted to pat it.

Mike: but I am not like it!

Patrice: I know, I just can't trust dogs ever since.

Jeremy: maybe we'll do it with small steps? H-hey, my name is J-Jeremy-

Patrice jumped on Jeremy, hugging him. His face got red with blush. Mike looked at it annoyed.

Mike: you are afraid of me, but not of Jeremy?!

Patrice: I love bunnies! They are so cute and fluffy!

Mike then walked closer to them. She saw it and she dropped Jeremy and started to walk away from him. Mike never met someone scared of dogs before. Usually people wants to pat him, take pictures with him and give him attention. He didn't liked it, it was annoying to him. But he felt diffrent seeing her scared face. He could feel her fear and he didn't like it. Even tho it's just one person, he could feel a strong feeling of fear in air. His tail went down and he looked sad. Jeremy looked at Mike. It was 1st time Mike looked so gloomy. Usually he's just grumpy. He saw that Mike started to cry.

Jeremy: M-Mike! Oh gosh! A-are you okay?!

Mike: I-I don't know anymore. I feel so...guilty. I d-don't know why. I never f-felt like it before. M-maybe I couldn't a-appreciate people's feelings. Now I can feel opposite. I d-don't like it. I'm s-so sorry!

Jeremy: well. Like I said, small steps. You can start by going slowly, alright?

Mike nodded. He started to walk slowly to her. He then stopped few cm in front of her and sat on floor. Jeremy signed to her to pat him. She looked at Mike and started to slowly walk to him. She was shaking with every step. Patrice then tryed to pat him, but stopped right before doing it. Remembering how she was bitten. She started to sweat, remembering the moment when it's teeth were in her hand. She stopped feeling her legs out of fear and fell. She started to cry. Mike couldn't do nothing, so he did what he never could. He picked her up and hugged her. The feeling was still strong, but it couldn't keep him weak. He needs to stay strong, for people who lives in fear, and help them. Mike then felt something wrapping around him. When he looked down at her, he saw that she was hugging him. He then patted her head, trying to calm her. He then felt less and less stress and fear. Jeremy just looked from the side. He smiled at it. Vincent walked in with a smile.

Vincent: it's too cute to look at it from outside~

Jeremy: V-Vincent? What are you doing here?

Vincent: nothing. Just walked by. I see that they are close now.

Jeremy: they are working on it.

Mike: why are you telling him this, Jeremy?

Jeremy: I wanted to answer.

Mike: anyways, get out.

Vincent: I don't wanna~

Jeremy: well. Maybe take her home?

Vincent: now it's your problem, not my.

Mike: you got her here, you take her back.

Vincent: nuh uh. Anyways, good luck with a sleeping beauty~

Vincent then walked out. Mike looked back at her and Vincent was right. She was sleeping calmly in his arms. Mike facepalmed, thinking what to do. Jeremy got an idea for him. He can just take her to his home for a sleepover. Mike nodded and they all walked to Mike's home. But they didn't saw that Vincent was on tree, watching it all.

(I wanted to write something close to me. My fear of dogs is real, even if I have one. I only trust dogs that I know. My fear comes from years ago. When a dog walked up to our group. It looked so cute. I tryed to pat it, and it wasn't a good idea. At the last moment, I got my hand away. It wanted to bite me. And not long ago, in our small house area, there is new dog. I walked by it (by it's house. Owner had an opening in fence and it got out) to go to McDonald's. I didn't even payed it a mind. Turns out it was territorial. It runned after me and almost bitted my leg. Fear of dogs is real. No matter the dog size. And feelings stays with you, even after years. Tho, I'm working on it. Even if it's not easy, I'm trying. Anyways, thank you for reading my story.)

Animal Cafe AU

It's about half humans half animals (which are known as "Halfers"), working part-time in cafe. There are no Freddy's, only guards. So yeah, this is my new AU for FNAF, enjoy.

(My inspiration was a cat cafe and maid cafe)

[katierosefun]

when will taylor swift put out right where you left me and it’s time to go on digital so i could add it to my ahsoka and anakin/anakin and obi-wan/ahsoka character study/anakin character study/obi-wan character study playlists >:(

[minjix]

valorant → Vinnie Hacker x female!reader

summary: in which Vinnie defends you

warnings: men being boys, slurs, hate towards women. speed like behavior - hate that man, boy. swear words , mentions suicide + pissed of Vinnie – overprotective!Vinnie, mad!Vinnie, angsty!Vinnie & soft!Vinnie

a/n: women can’t do anything without some men being butthurt about it :) I also don’t know ANYTHING about valorant, men scares me so I will never touch that game so I apologize in advance for all the incorrect information in this imagine <3

word count: 1.0k

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You two had been playing for hours on end, Vinnie’s comforting voice in your ears as your eyes were stuck to your screen. It was your first time playing the game and when you had told him this; the boy immediately begged you to play with him, so here you were– tongue out in concentration whilst Vinnie carefully guided you through everything.

He made it less stressful, his whispers of ‘that’s my girl’, every time you managed to kill someone. His voice burning a hole in your chest, your wound on display. Your nervous laughter only grew the smirk on his lips. He wished to be sat besides you instead of listening to your laughter and frustrated grunts over discord. But he gladly stayed, constantly asking how you felt about the game, quietly asking you for this to be yours and his thing; playing Valorant together.

Everyone had been respectful, since they respected Vinnie, but it all went to shit when one of your teammates decided to blame you for losing that round. Swear words were thrown your way, so loudly that his mic went static.

‘go back to the kitchen, you whore’

‘slut,’

‘ugly fucking bitch’

You sat frozen in your seat, dumbfounded with a slack jaw. Your heart was beating so fast you were sure it’d fall into your stomach. Your mouth turned dry and your eyes wet with tears as the abuse continued on. You were embarrassed for some unknown reason.

Vinnie still couldn’t understand what was happening, one moment jokes were thrown around and then the abuse towards you came out of nowhere.

“The fuck did you just say?” His voice was low as he spoke into the mic, his eyes dark and the muscles in his arms flexing as he gripped his controller.

“This fucking bitch is ruining everythi–“

Vinnie interrupted him. “Shut the fuck up.” His face was red as he could only imagine how you felt.

The coward on the other end laughed, a mocking one that made Vinnie’s controller crack under his grip. Other players tried their hardest to get him to shut up but to no avail.

“What are you gonna do about it, bitch?” And before Vinnie could say something; the coward disappeared from the party.

You were still quiet and then you left too. Vinnie quickly exited the game and grabbed his phone, sending you a simple text.

‘on my way.’

He blamed himself for putting you in that situation, knowing how bad the abuse gets. The dark pit in his stomach growing as he floored it to your apartment downtown, his eyes constantly glancing to see if you texted him back, but nothing.

The rapid knocks quieted the sobs from your lips. “Y/n, please open the door.” You quickly got up and opened the door despite the confusion you felt about him taking his time to check up on you.

Your face was wet from tears and your breaths came out in gasps as the pain in your chest wouldn’t lessen. “Shit,” he swore to himself before inviting himself in and embracing your shaking body. Over your cries he could hear several plings, one after another. Your computer was placed in your living room, right where you both stood.

His eyes squinted, recognizing it. Someone was chatting with you on valorant. He carefully let go of you and walked over to your computer despite his name leaving your lips in a warning.

His eyes widened at the words that burned a hole into his irises. Threat after threat came in, all from the very same player who couldn’t handle losing a match.

“What the actual fuck?” He whispered as he quickly muted the guy before blocking him. His arms rested on the table, his head hanging in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, his back to you as you spoke, your voice hoarse and cracking with each word. “Why are you apologizing?”

He slammed his hands down on the desk, needing to let go of the weight on his chest. “I knew that this shit happens all the fucking time,” he gestured to your computer, “and I still convinced you to play, all because I’m a selfish fucking asshole,” you quickly crossed the room to him to stop him from saying more.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You sniffed as you stared at his shoulder which were rapidly moving up and down in beat of his rapid breaths. “Vin, calm down…” you trailed of as he faced you, his eyes red and the veins in neck standing out from withholding his cries.

“I wanted to have something with you, and it ended with some fucking asshole telling you to off yourself?!” He was near hysterics now, hands in his hair as he looked everywhere but you.

He continued to speak over you trying to calm him down, “I can’t lose you because of this!” Your hands grabbed his arms and pulled him towards you. You held him tightly while he tried to catch his breath.

“Hey-it’s okay, you won’t lose me over this; I promise.”

His voice cracked, “that’s not what I meant.” He spoke quietly, begging you to understand so he didn’t have to say it himself.

“I know,” you whispered into his chest. “I’m with you til’ the end, remember?” A teary chuckle left him from the memory of you and him, drunk, sitting in a bathtub together, promising to never leave each other.

He took a shaky deep breath to gather his courage. “I really like you, Y/n. Really, really like you.”

You hugged him tighter, a smile growing on your lips from his confession. You’ve always dreamt of this moment except for the tears and the situation that brought you two here, embraced by each other.

“I really, really like you too, Vinnie.” His grip on you loosened, his lips met your hairline to softly whisper, “can I kiss you?”

You whispered a ‘yes you can’ before his lips carefully placed themselves on yours. The knot in your stomach snapped and exploded into millions of butterflies as his lips moved together with yours.