#my best friend and i shouldn't have to always clean up after them but whatever

[moonochi]

gotta love when stress makes your fibromyalgia and possible POTS flare up at the exact same time 😭 my landlord is coming tomorrow to fix something so my one roommate and i had to speed clean (that didn't help since were in the middle of a really bad heatwave so all it did was make me feel like shit) so that way the house would be clean for tomorrow morning...

my sister and her shitty boyfriend rarely clean the house especially the kitchen... (so i've been cleaning the kitchen on my own 90% of the time for the last four years until my best friend moved in) and all she did was make me feel worse when i asked her in our house group chat to make sure both her and her boyfriend cleaned up their dishes tonight so i wouldn't have to do them in the morning since my best friend JUST cleaned the whole ass kitchen

i got the whole "we ALWAYS clean up our dishes" bullshit when my best friend and i know that's not fucking true but i'm to tired and sick to fucking argue with her..

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE VILLAIN DEKU X READER

You were a 5 year old cute adorable shy little girl but wasn't afraid to protect your loved ones. You were going to the playground to practice using your quirk which by the way, was Nuclear Explosion. you were about to play on the swing and just then, you saw a certain green broccoli haired boy getting bullied by a loud angry ash blonde who suspiciously, looked like a rat or a hedgehog on crack

''Face it Deku! I'm better than you and you're just a quirkless pathetic waste of space who will NEVER surpass me and don't waste your time aiming to be a hero'' snarled the blonde as the green haired kid looked like as if he was about to cry. The blonde haired boy pushed him and he fell and that's what made your blood boil in anger.

''Hey! Stop bullying him you big meanie!'' you yelled and stuck your tongue at him. ''What did you say to me you damn extra?'' shouted the blonde kid. You fired your nuclear explosions at him and his 3 goons and they left in a hurry after that. "I'll get you for this you damn extra, whatever the hell your name is!'' he shouted. ''I have a NAME and it's Y/N you big moron!'' You helped the green haired kid get up and he had some tears in his eyes and was clutching an all might figurine, someone who you were fond of as well

''Are you all right?'' you asked the green haired kid as he nodded and stuttered that he was fine. He introduced himself as Izuku Midoriya and the blonde who bullied him was Kaachan or Katsuki bakugou. ''Come on, I'll help you clean up, you have a pretty big bruise there on your knee'' and led him towards a park bench. You patched it up with a band-aid as Izuku saw your tiny soft magical hands at work. He turned red whenever you touched him and his face was becoming flushed and his heart beat faster than ever. ''Are you okay? Do you have a fever?'' you asked him and touched his forehead and he shook his head vigorously. You both became best friends after that and you stood up for him whenever Katsuki bullied him. Little did you know, even Katsuki had grown feelings towards you. Fast forward to where you guys are in middle school cuz, I'm too lazy (lol)

Izuku's POV: Here I am, waiting for Y/N chan in front of her house so we can go to school together. I really LOVE and enjoy having her around. She always helps me when Kaachan bullies me and she's really kind and caring. But... why does my chest hurt so much when she talks to other people and gives them her attention? I hate it when Y/N spends her precious time with someone else.... They don't deserve her. They don't deserve her attention. I wish I could be strong so I could protect her just like a knight in shining armor and all that. 

''Izuku!'' chirped a cheerful and yet soft female voice snapping me out of my thoughts. It was Y/N looking at me with her beautiful eyes. "Shall we get going?'' she asked me. "S-sure'' I stuttered. We were on the way to our middle school and we witnessed a fight between our idol All Might and a villain. ''Oh my gods, LOOK!'' gasped Y/N and clutched my arm looking nervous. Of course, I turned pink but she didn't see it, thank goodness. We were watching the fight and finally All Might won. I wanted to talk to him and I asked Y/N to go on without me even though I was reluctant to leave her alone. I didn't want anything bad to happen to her but..... I needed to talk to All Might alone. "All Might, do-d- do you think I could still become a hero without a quirk?'' and when All Might gave me his answer, it shattered my heart into a million pieces. He said I couldn't be a hero without a quirk and I was devastated! All my hopes and dreams crushed within less than a second! I went to school feeling like garbage since that's exactly how I felt right now. Maybe Kaachan was right..... maybe I shouldn't be a hero..... I'm just a pathetic quirkless nobody. I went to school and when our homeroom teacher announced that me, Y/N and Kaachan wanted to get into the UA, people started snickering at us. Well, at me mostly. Y/N asked them to shut up and then got into a heated argument with Katsuki and finally ended up in detention, along with him. I have to admit, Y/N gotten bolder and it's really cute and adorable. 

But I wasn't going to let MY darling Y/N chan be ALONE with Kaachan for an ENTIRE hour. Who knows what he's going to do to her? So, in order for her not to be lonely and to keep an eye on Kaachan to make sure he doesn't try anything with my puppy, I NEED to get detention too. So, I purposefully looked like as if I wasn't paying attention to the teacher and what do you know? I got detention as well.... 

The bell finally rang and soon, it was time for detention. Y/N headed out and told me she'd wait for me at the detention room. I was about to follow her when Kaachan pulled me back by my collar and hissed, ''Stay the HELL away from Y/N. She's MINE and I LOVE her, you understand, you DAMN nerd?'' and burned my wrists a little. ''Kaachan stop it, I love her too'' I said and that's how burns decorated my body yet again. ''Just stay away from her and why not take a swan dive off a roof? If you're lucky you'll wake up with a quirk in your NEXT life'' and burned  my hero analysis notebook to ash. Y/N chan comforted me during detention and swore that she'd pulverize him to death but I shook my head. Soon, it was time for us to go home but I didn't go home. No. I went somewhere and met someone who changed my life forever and made me see things in a different perspective..... That day had completely changed me and no doubt, my darling Y/N chan would certainly have tears in her eyes but I'll wipe them off and comfort her.... After all... I'm the ONLY one she needs.....

Y/N's POV: It' been 2 years since my best friend Izuku went missing. I never liked calling him 'Deku' since it meant useless and it was given to him by that hot headed hedgehog Katsuki. I swore to myself that I'd gain my pro hero licence and the second I do, I would do WHATEVER I could to find him and get him back. His mother was out of her mind with worry every single day and I would comfort her before going to the UA, the most prestigious school in Japan for upcoming heroes. Unfortunately, even Kaachan got in too. I went to Mrs. Midoriya's house and comforted her and went to the UA. Seeing the building always made me have glistening tears in my eyes since it was our dream to be in the UA together and now.... that was all just a mirage. I made my way to class 1a and while Katsuki was glad that Izuku didn't come to the UA, I told him to shut up. ''This all your fault. You always used to bully him and its because of you he's.... he's gone'' I said angrily as Katsuki replied, ''Tch... why do you even care about that quirkless nerd?'' ''He was my FRIEND!'' I shouted and by now, everyone in class 1a turned to stare at us but I didn't care 

Classes dragged on as usual and when we went to the grounds for hero training, we heard the school's security's alarms blaring loudly. ''Quick! Everyone, stay in the classrooms! The pro heroes will ensure you're safe! There are villains attacking!'' yelled Present Mic over the speakers and just as we were about to make a run for it, a purple portal opened up in front of us and out came a buff well built looking guy with a green mask, with a blue haired crusty looking person and a blonde haired girl wearing a school uniform 

The green haired guy removed his mask and I recognized his freckles along with his emerald eyes and his green hair. Slowly it was starting to hit me.... Izuku, my dear friend was a.... villain!!?? 

''Izuku?'' I whispered and looked shocked as hell and so did Katsuki. "What the HELL you DAMN nerd?'' ''Ah.... an old reunion among childhood friends. How sweet'' said Izuku smiling sickly. ''Stay back'' threatened Aizawa. '' Izuku, why did you become a.... a villain?'' I asked him with tears in my eyes. '' Ah... my darling Y/N chan. Sweetheart, who wouldn't become one after they've been let down by their idol and on top of that being bullied for being quirkless? That arrogant ego filled jerk KATSUKI bullied me till NO ENDS!! And heck! Even my own MOM gave up on me after she found out I was quirkless! But Y/N... you were the only one who gave me hope.... You made me happy, you always supported me, cheered me on.... Join me Y/N... Join me and I'll make sure to treat you like the princess that you deserve to be treated. To hell with this corrupted tainted hero society!'' he roared but I shook my head and ran away from him. ''Y/N chan, love, You can't escape me~'' and released some purple fog all around us. Then, I felt something hit my head and pretty soon, the only only thing I could sense was people yelling and shouting as my consciousness slowly drifted.....  

3rd Person POV: You woke up on a surprisingly comfortable bed but your hands were chained to the bed's headboard. You started hollering through your gag, making muffled noises. Soon a blue haired man and your friend Izuku appeared. ''Ask you girlfriend to join us or die.'' said the crusty looking man, as he removed your gag and you yelled, "I'm NEVER joining the LOV! Izuku, this ISN'T YOU! Why are you doing this!? How could you?'' you screamed at him with tears in your eyes. You couldn't use your quirk since he had placed a quirk canceling collar on you

He unchained you and rubbed your back in a somewhat soothing manner, waiting for you to calm down. ''Do... do you have any idea how WORRIED your mom was'' you asked him, as he quickly kissed you on your lips in order to shut you up. You tried fighting him, but gave in to him in the end. He broke the kiss and cuddled you and whispered hoarsely.... '' I love you Y/N my precious doll.... your MINE and ONLY MINE, no one else's..... And you will learn to love me at some point.....

BONUS SCENE: Toga: Uhh.... Dabi, you Do realize that if you're planning to flirt with Y/N Deku's gonna murder you, right?

Dabi: Yeah you stab queen, I figured that out, but I'm not going to lie, she was pretty good looking

Shigaraki: You're all idiots. 

Izuku: What. the HELL. did you say about MY Y/N?? 

Dabi: Uhhh....n-nothing. She's absolutely PERFECT for you and she's like my little sister. (Chuckles nervously)

Izuku: (smiles in a way no creepy serial psychotic serial killer would) Good to know.

P.S: This convo takes place AFTER you're nicely sleeping on DEKU's bed, END OF STORY

[tailorvizsla]

Sneak Preview of my Ed x Teleya Fic! Might be OOC for Teleya but she's got a lot of feelings and she does not know how to process them. The preview is PG-13, the fic itself will be Explicit because smut.

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Ed's quarters were still as nice as she remembered, with plenty of space for their…whatever they had. Teleya was hesitant to call it a family because Anaya was really all that was holding them together, but it was always interesting to see his reaction whenever she had dinner on the table whenever he was done with his shift. She had little to do outside of taking care of Anaya, since the Union did not need a dictator amongst their ranks. Ed was reading something on his pad in the living space, wearing his usual plain white t-shirt and striped blue boxers to sleep in. She was now trying to decide if she wanted to sit with him or go to bed.

"Wine?" he asked. "It's uh…some kind of wine. I think."

Teleya smiled to herself and went to sit with him, carefully positioning herself at a reasonable yet not offensive distance from him. Ever since she had been ousted from Krill, things had been incredibly lonely for her, and it was nice to have a…friend? Ally? Someone who didn't want to kill her? Whatever their relationship was, he was an excellent father to Anaya, and their daughter had grown by leaps and bounds aboard the Orville.

Teleya picked up the bottle and examined the label.

"Bortus gave it to me," he said. "The translators can't tell me what it says. It smells like the shit we used to clean the engine manifolds with. He assures me it can be consumed by humans."

Teleya popped open the bottle and sniffed. Immediately, she recoiled, gagging at the smell.

"What in His Holy name is this made of?" she asked. "Spent dysonium rods and raw sewage?"

Ed snickered and poured some into a glass. She watched in fascinated horror as he swirled it around. It was thick and it stuck to the sides of the glass like thick paint would. Thin, white hazy smoke rose up from the surface as it bubbled and reacted with something. 

"A human can consume cyanide, yet they likely will not survive," Teleya said. "Think of Anaya before you ingest that, please."

Ed sniffed it.

"Christ, it smells worse now," he said, covering his nose.

"Perhaps you could have it reserved for study," Teleya said. "It might be useful as a weapon."

"Ah, yes. A fine vintage Moclan wine," Ed said. "Whether you're going to a dinner party or committing unspeakable war crimes, just one bottle will suffice."

He capped it and put the glass down. She smiled and then fidgeted as silence descended into the room. Ed gave her that infuriating knowing look and she tried her best to not look anxious. On Krill, she was quite literally a queen. She ruled with an iron fist, and her subjects feared her. They revered her. They fell to their knees in her presence. Here? People barely gave her a second look now that they were used to her presence. It was almost insulting, and she was completely out of her element. She was entirely at his mercy, and she did not like that.

"Ed, thank you," she said, not looking at him.

"For what?" he asks, looking up from his data pad.

"For not leaving us behind," she said.

Ed turned the pad off and put it down. Avis, no. He was going to want to talk about feelings, wasn't he? Teleya felt every alarm going off as he turned slightly to face her.

"Did you really think I would leave you behind?" he asked.

"You said you were going to," she responded. "And that Anaya asked you to come back for the rest of us. We are all grateful that you came back. So thank you."

He made that face where he looked thoughtful and guilty, and Teleya just knew he was going to apologize for something that wasn't his fault.

"I was pissed off at you when I said that," Ed said. "I shouldn't have said that…I'm sorry. I would have never left you or the others behind. That's not how I work."

Oh no. Not the Union 'leave no man behind' bullshit. Please. ANYTHING but that.

"Still," Teleya said, after a moment of hesitation. "Thank you. It was not necessary. Anaya's safety is what mattered most to all of us."

She prayed to Avis that he would go back to his data pad and that they would not need to have a conversation, but he was still looking at her with those dark brown eyes. His hair was a mess and she really wanted to smooth it down, but he was just going to go to bed soon anyway so what was the point? Ed shifted on the couch, leaning up against the arm.

"Come here," he said.

Confusion filled her, but hesitantly, she edged closer to him. Before she could back away, Ed caught her in his arms and pulled her up against him in what he had called a snuggle hug. She tensed up as she remembered all those nights spent in his arms as Janel and not Teleya. Did he miss Janel enough to want to hold her? He rubbed her arm gently as she settled into his embrace, enjoying the warmth from his body.

"Why are you touching me?" she asked, her voice muffled from where she was smushed up against his chest. 

There was no venom in her tone, and she hated herself for it. Ed let out a humming noise.

"Stop complaining," he said, and she scowled. "And stop making faces."

[missvelvetsstuff]

The Wrong One

Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader met Steve while he was on the run and stood behind him through everything. Until he saw Peggy Carter.

Chapter 12: Moving Again

Warnings: swearing, angst

While they felt some relief at Steve accepting some responsibility for this mess, Y/N couldn't help but over think and worry.

"You know, it would have been better if Steve had just come and talked to us instead of getting the press involved. I mean, now the world knows there's a super soldier baby and the press knows where I live. I doubt it would be hard to figure out where she is." She ranted

"I don't trust Steve's motives, going straight to the press seems, I don't know, questionable. Like he's more concerned with salvaging his reputation with the public than actually trying to accept responsibility."

She thought for a moment. "I hate thinking like this but what if we gave Winnie a tracker chip? I mean, I might be paranoid but that way we could always find her. In case Steve or whoever tried something."

Bucky nodded "That might not be a bad idea. Now that he's confirmed everything to the world, those bad actors that are building Hydra, and other criminal organizations, back up might come looking."

He paused for a moment, nervous to broach the subject "Do you think your place is really safe? I mean, now that it's public knowledge."

She growled at him "You know we wouldn't be in the position if you and Sam could keep your mouths shut. What kind of spies can't keep one damn secret?" Her voice rose at the end and Winnie whined "Oh no baby, I'm so sorry. Your father and uncles are just dumbasses."

Bucky looked at his feet "I know, doll. I'm so sorry and plan to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I didn't think Steve would cause so many problems but I never thought he would leave you for Peggy without even telling you so I don't seem to be the best judge of who he is these days. I'll do whatever I can to fix this."

She sighed "I don't know, Bucky, you may be right.  My house might not be the safest place anymore. I need to talk to Pepper. Before I go home."

She sent a text to her friend to stop by and visit when she had the time.

They spent most of the day relaxing and bonding with Winnie. She gave Bucky smiles when she heard his voice and Y/N had never seen him light up like when she did.

Pepper stopped by at dinner time, followed by Happy who carried a number of take out bags from her favorite steak house.

Pepper set down a huge arrangement of pink roses in a crystal vase and gave them a big smile. "Look at this happy little family. We have to have some pictures done." She turned to Happy "Can you see if Peter can come by tomorrow and get some pictures?"

Happy nodded "Of course. She's beautiful."

Y/N smiled and thanked him.

Pepper set out food and made a plate for Y/N, trading Winnie between them.

While they ate, Y/N brought up her concerns about security. Pepper had seen Steves presser and had been concerned herself.

After thinking for a few minutes Pepper figured it out. "I know you don't want to move again but I think Bucky is right, your place has been exposed but I think I have a solution" she smiled "On the same property where Morgan and I are living, there's another cabin. 3 bedrooms and a fully updated kitchen, like my cabin. It's been empty for a bit so needs to be cleaned and the security would need upgrading. It's on the other side of the lake so you'd be close but still have your privacy."

She looked to Happy "Can you make some calls and get that started?"

Happy nodded and left the room.

Pepper started cleaning up their food "You should stay here in the Tower until the cabin is ready. Shouldn't be more than a week and you'll be safe here. We can take care of the move so you don't have to deal with all that."

"Pepper, I don't know how to thank you. It's so much."

Pepper shook her head "Then don't worry about it. I'm glad to help and the cabin has just been sitting there gathering dust." She smirked at Y/N "Besides, it'll be nice to have a sitter close by."

Y/N grinned "I don't know how soon I'll be up for babysitting a kid as active as Morgan but yeah, when I'm healed. Of course."

That evening Steve came by again obviously pleased with himself "Did you see it? I fixed everything so we can be happy together again."

He picked Winnie up from her bassinet, waking her up.

Bucky wanted to mention that Winnie had just fallen asleep but bit his tongue and watched to see how Steve would handle her.

Y/N shook her head "No, Steve. We won't be together again. I thought I made that clear. And while I appreciate your attempt to make things right, now everyone knows for sure there's a super soldier baby and the press knows where I live. My house won't be safe for us anymore."

Steve smiled brightly "You can stay with me. I'll protect you both." Winnie wasn't happy about being woken up and started squirming in his arms.

She sighed "It's like talking to a brick wall. No Steve we're done. I have a place to go but will be staying in the Tower until it's ready."

His smile fell "Where is it? I can go make sure it's secure." Winnie started fussing, not familiar with the scent or voice of the person holding her.

Bucky spoke up "I don't think that's a good idea. We will be here for now and can meet here for visits after that. The fewer people who know where they live the better."

Steve bristled "Why can't I ever talk to Y/N without you butting into something that's none of your damn business? You are always with her like some pathetic puppy." Winnie felt the tension and started bawling, trying to push away from him.

Bucky glared at him "It's my business because I've been here when you weren't" he quickly took Winnie from Steve and she calmed right away for him which only upset Steve more.

"She won't get used to me if you don't let me hold her." Steve snapped. "You won't let me hold her, won't tell me where they're moving to. Seems like you're working pretty hard to keep my daughter away from me. I thought we were all going to be adults about this."

Bucky smiled down at Winnie who gave him a big, drool filled, toothless grin. "You don't need to be holding her when you're all wound up like that. The rest is for their safety"

He took her hand and planted a raspberry on her palm and she laughed at him. He whispered softly "That's my girl."

Steve clenched his jaw, angry and frustrated at his own daughter preferring his friend over him. He sat on a chair in the corner of the room and sulked.

Y/N rolled her eyes at him acting like a baby but kept her mouth shut.

The next week was relatively calm. Steve stayed in the Tower too and did everything he could to get Y/N and Winnie alone. Bucky's presence alone was enough to upset Steve. He was still angry about Bucky's bond with Winnie and the tension didn't help her like him any better. He also refused to change diapers at all, something about it being womans work and even mocked Bucky for doing anything Y/N or Winnie needed.

Y/N had a discussion with Helen Cho and a tracking chip was implanted on Winnie. She only cried for a moment.

Finally it was time to move into her new house. They waited until Steve was out of town for the day in the hopes of keeping the location secret from him.

Y/N had a feeling he was closer than she wanted and would find out where she was living before too long.

Y/N was overwhelmed at the cabin. It was perfectly rustic on the outside but had every possible convenience inside. The interior was freshly painted and most of her furniture had been moved already.

Once they were settled in and everyone else had gone Y/N and Bucky took Winnie to sit on the swing that took up half of the front porch. All they could hear were crickets and frogs with the occasional owl or other bird chiming in. The sky was clear and full of stars that Winnie was staring and pointing at as Bucky named the constellations for her.

Life was relatively quiet for a few months. Bucky helped Sam on missions when needed but was always anxious to get home to his girls.

Winnie was growing quickly, already trying to crawl and getting into everything.

Y/N healed quickly and worked the baby weight off chasing after a baby that shouldn't be so mobile yet.

Y/N and Bucky were cautiously taking baby steps towards each other although they hadn't done anything more than some heated making out.

Steve finally learned how to change a diaper, since Y/N insisted he learn how to care for Winnie properly before he was allowed to take her on his own.

When she was 6 months old Steve had finally learned how to change and feed her well enough that Y/N was convinced he could care for Winnie on his own. That didn't dispel her concerns that he might try to disappear with Winnie but Y/N started letting him take her for a few hours or even an entire day but not overnight.

One weekend when Winnie was almost 8 months old, and trying to walk, Steve came to take her for the afternoon but promised to have her back before her bedtime at 7pm.

Y/N and Bucky went on a date to a nice restaurant where they were in their own little bubble for a little while. When her alarm went off they hurried to meet Steve at the tower only to find he wasn't there yet, even though they were almost 20 minutes late. Y/N tried not to panic.

Bucky squeezed her hand "I'm sure they got caught up in traffic or something. Steve was always a stickler for punctuality so I'm sure he will be here soon."

Y/N nodded hesitantly, it had taken a lot of time and counseling for her to trust Steve with Winnie away from her. She laughed nervously "I know, we've been doing this for 2 months and he's always here on time so maybe I should trust him but it's hard and she's everything to me."

"I know doll, just give him a little longer and she'll be back in your arms where she belongs." Bucky tried to reassure her even though he was getting nervous too.

When she looked up and saw it was over an hour since their scheduled time, Y/N started to panic.

Bucky tried to soothe her with little success so decided to call Steve and see what was holding him up. His heart stopped when the recording told him the number was no longer available.

Y/N looked to him hopefully but her stomach fell when she saw the look on his face "What's wrong Buck?"

He shook his head and stammered "Says the number isn't available."

Her eyes grew and tears started to gather right away. "No, no, he wouldn't hhe he promised. Maybe he blocked you or..." She tore through her purse in a panic, looking for her own phone. Maybe she missed his call.

When she found her phone she saw there were no calls or messages and quickly hit Steve's name on her contacts. Bucky knew from her face that she got the same recording and he pulled her close.

He was going to kill Steve when he found him.

Chapter 13

[dannystheone]

hi!! it’s lee kenny anon again, tysm for your sweet reply to my message!! you’re so kind 😭💗 i thought i’ll leave a request for when requests open back up again, if that’s okay!!  sorry if this is too much 😭

maybe kenny is trying to cheer up butters, and they end up breaking out into a tickle fight! they sound like they would be so cute together!! can be shippy or non shippy, whichever you prefer! i personally love bunny but i’m fine either way <33

tysm for reading, please feel free to take all the time you need! or feel free to change any part of this or just reject this, no worries!! thank you!! 💗💗

Sorry this is late guys, I've been a little busy! I hope you like this :0

WARNINGS: None! Just tickles :) they are 9 years old in this!!

He Loves My Heart-Shaped Sunglasses (Lee Butters/Ler Kenny)

Butters is having second thoughts about his appearance and how he feels about dressing up as Marjorine. Kenny cheers him up a little :)

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"Hey Butterms!" Kenny McCormick stepped through Butters's bedroom door without knocking. They had grown close enough to where they could step into each other's homes and share each other's privacy. According to Cartman, they were best friends after all.

Kenny walked in on Butters at a bad time, however. Butters sat on his bed hugging a stuffed animal while wiping at his face. Kenny cocked his head in curiosity. The curtains were shuttered closed and his room was a bit untidy. It seemed Butters didn't hear Kenny walking into his room.

"Butterms? Youm omkay?" Kenny called out. Butters head whipped to the right as he cleaned his face up immediately. He sniffled as he put on a friendly smile, despite his pink narrowed eyes.

"O-Oh! Hiya Ken! I uh- I-I'm just listening to Taylor Swift again! You know she always gets me." Butters held up his phone, but no song seemed to be playing. Kenny didn't respond as he simply watched Butters fidget with his hands.

"Ahem- So! What do you wanna do? We can color, we-we can play trucks!" Butters suggested. Kenny walked up to the bed and put a supportive hand on Butters knee.

"Youm omkay Butterms? Youm can tell me anything." Kenny said. Butters turned his gaze down, his happy facade fading. He started to fidget with his hands.

"W-Well...I don't quite know how to say this..." Kenny waited patiently while Butters mustered up his courage. Butters knew he could share anything with Kenny, but how much was anything?

"Um, r-remember when I dressed up as Marjorine that one time? To go to the girl's sleepover?" Butters asked. Kenny nodded thoughtfully. Butters fidgeting seemed to get worse.

"Well, I-I've been thinking...um...I've been having thoughts about putting the Marjorine clothes on, just for myself, you know? When I was at the sleepover...it was the first time I felt confident in myself." Butters looked down at his hands, refusing to look at Kenny. Kenny moved his hand from Butters knee and placed it on his shoulder.

"Wellm, whym don't youm wearm them?" Kenny asked innocently. Butters' eyes turned to Kenny filled with fear.

"No! I-I couldn't! M-My Dad would find out right away and ground the heck out of me! I can't have that Kenny!" Kenny slid his hand up and down Butters back to calm him down. Butters took a breath and held his neck to ground himself.

"It's omkay Butters, tamke it eamsy." Kenny encouraged. Butters looked to Kenny, searching his eyes for any form of judgment. When he couldn't find anything, he cast his gaze back down.

"I just...oh hamburgers. I know I shouldn't have these thoughts about girl's clothes, I mean, I'm a boy! But...I keep thinking about how I felt when I had them on and...and I felt something I've never felt before. I feel like I was meant to wear them, but-but I know it's wrong!" Butters exclaimed. Kenny felt his heart tug. Butters should be able to wear whatever he wanted if it made him happy.

"Butterms, youm shoumld be amble to wearm whatemver youm wamnt. It's yourm hamppiness. If it mamkes youm hamppy, youm shoulmd be allowed to wearm it." Kenny explained behind his hood. Butters interlaced his fingers tightly as he looked up to Kenny.

"But Kenny I can't. They're girls' clothes! What if it changes me into a different person? And my parents will find out! Oh, Jesus-" Butters held his face in his hands. Kenny didn't know what to do. Butters seemed distraught, he could use a pick-me-up. A lightbulb dimmed above Kenny's head.

"Wellm, I donm't thimnk you'll turn imnto a differement permson, Butterms. No mamtter what youm demcide to wearm, you'll stillm be the same permson. Youm'll stillm be kind, and friendmly-" Butters wasn't looking at Kenny, like he wasn't believing him at all. Kenny took his hands and started scritching Butters' side gently. Butters side bent inward as he started giggling softly.

"And youm'll stillm be timcklish!~ No mamtter what clomthes youm hamve on, youm'll stillm be sooomm timcklish~" Kenny's hands traveled up and into Butters ribs as Butters started retreating into his pillows. Butters eyes narrowed as he lightly giggled.

"K-Kehehenny! Thahahat tihihihickles!" Kenny smiled behind his hood as Butters snickered and lightly pushed at his hands.

"M'yeah Butterms, thamt's the poinmt. Youm thimnk no mamtter what clomthes youm wearm, youm're gomnna run away from beimng this timcklish?" Kenny scribbled over Butters' tummy, which made Butters squeak and curl into a ball. Butters' knees kicked up into his chest, with Kenny's hands still folded into his tummy.

"I-hehehehee! I dohohon't knohohow! Ohohoho Christmahahas!" Kenny took the opportunity to scribble his fingers over Butters' upturned side. Butters laughed gleefully as he turned fully onto the attacked side to try and hide it, but Kenny took his other hand to scribble the opposite upturned side.

"And you'rme vermy funnmy, and smart, and remliable! You'rme a goomd frienmd, and emveryone likes youm! Thamt's not gonnma chamnge." Kenny explained to a giggling Butters. Butters hair fell into his eyes as he tried using his elbows to cover his sides. Kenny lightly dug into both Butters' sides simultaneously. Butters' eyes crinkled as he belted out heavier laughter. Kenny was trying to keep it light, but Butters was super sensitive.

"Teehehehehee! Kehehehen!" Kenny heard pleading in Butters voice. His fingers stilled for a moment, giving Butters a moment to breathe. Giggles petered from Butters lips as he came down from the tickles. "Hehe- hehehe- K-Kenny don't-" Butters felt Kenny's fingers on his sides still. He twitched to the left. "-stohop!"

Kenny grinned evilly as he raised his fingers above Butters' face and started wiggling them slowly. Butters started squirming and covering himself while Kenny started lowering his hands.

"Domn't stomp? Is thamt whamt youm saimd, Butterms?~ I didnm't knowm youm limked it som much~" Butters had a panicked smile as he tried scooting everywhere that Kenny's hands weren't, but Kenny was quick to track him.

"Nohoho Kennehehey! Nohoho no no! Dohohon't dohoho ihihit!" Butters laughed as he could already feel Kenny's fingers wiggling in his sides as they wriggled above his eyes. Kenny teased Butters by dropping his hands suddenly on Butters tummy without actually tickling. Butters jolted as Kenny quickly brought his hands back up. It made Butters laugh out earnestly.

"Gehehe-HEHE! Kenny- Kehehen STOHOP! Oh hahamburgers-" Kenny faked out Butters a few more times before his hands really did go in for the kill and started scribbling all over his tummy. The anticipation made Butters whole body tingle, which in turn made him more sensitive to Kenny's touch.

"Youm beliemve me yet Butterms? I'll keep it ump umntil youm dom..." Butters nodded immediately at Kenny's question, small tears of mirth in the corners of his eyes. Kenny slowly let up on his tickles and let Kenny recover.

Butters sat up slowly, the giggles petering out of his system. "Ahehee...oh jeez. I guess I had that coming, huh? Serves me right for being such a sourpuss." Butters held his hands together when Kenny reached forward and held Butters hands. Butters looked up into Kenny's eyes.

"Butterms...wearm what makes youm hamppy. Youm demserve to wearm what youm feel comfortable in. No mamtter what clomthing it is." Kenny reassured. Butters still didn't look convinced.

"But what if my parents find out, Ken? I can't go to school dressed as Marjorine consistently, they'll find out for sure!" By 'they' he meant his parents of course. Kenny wished they would leave the poor kid alone.

"Mmm, what if youm worme the clomthes in yourm room? So they wonm't finmd out and youm'll feelm goomd?" Butters had a questioning face on as he thought about it sincerely. It slowly dawned on him. Kenny watched as Butters face grew brighter and brighter as he realized.

"Oh- Oh Kenny you genius! I can wear the Marjorine clothes in my bedroom and-and they'll never find out! Oh, golly! I'll go try them on now!" Butters raced for his closet and slid the door closed behind him. Kenny waited on the bed silently, swinging his feet while singing a tune in his head.

After a few moments, Butters called out. "Okay Ken! You ready to see?" Kenny looked up from his legs and made an affirmative sound.

Marjorine came out of her closet, smoothing out her dress and brushing her hair out of her face. She applied light makeup and brushed her wig, with two braids on either side of her face and bows pleating the braids. Her eyes were light with complimenting blue eyeshadow and blushing cheeks. Her dress was a light blue with a poofy skirt and trailing ribbons. The dim room seemed to brighten with her presence.

"Well? Wh-what do you think?" Marjorine asked, her hands fidgeting as she waited for an answer. Kenny took her whole image in, and felt his whole face burn up.

Kenny jumped off the bed and removed his hood, to reveal his blushing face and star-lit eyes to her.

"You look gorgeous, Marjorine."

[tangent101]

Nice Excuse, Still Murder

So. Recently I came across a David Apologist post and while I was tempted to post on there... honestly? I didn't feel like the argument. However, I still felt the need to comment and... well, honestly, for all that David is less disliked these days due to his presence in LiS2, he is still a horrible character and a wretched stepfather.

The general gist of the post in question was that it's clear that David loves Chloe because he is in tears after murdering Mark Jefferson (while Jefferson was bound and unconscious). However, like a number of elements in LiS, this does not negate the horrible things that David did during the game.

Essentially, David Madsen was as much of a control freak as Mark Jefferson and he used his own power over the student body of Blackwell Academy to terrorize students. For instance, he harasses Max Caulfield for being tardy in leaving the girls' bathroom. Now let's assume for a moment that there was a legitimate fire alarm - a test or a fire or something. And Max Caulfield was on the toilet mid-usage. Now, guys at a urinal might be able to whip it back in their pants without much issue, but girls have a few more steps involved. If any student had been, for instance, taking a dump? Then you still try to wipe clean quickly. That can take a minute.

Max was out of the bathroom likely within a minute of the alarm going off. I mean, let's look at the literal script of the scene:

David: Hey, do you hear that fire alarm? That means you should be outside. Max: I had to use the bathroom... David: Girls always use that excuse. Max: Excuse for what? David: For whatever you're up to. Your face is covered in guilt.

You have a student saying "I had to use the bathroom" who had just left said bathroom within a minute of the alarm going off. It is logical that she was doing just as she said: using the bathroom. Why does he go off on her? Because he is bullying her. And yes, he was bullying her as we see in the next scene with David:

David: ...so don't think I'm blind! I see everything here at Blackwell! Do you understand what I'm saying? Kate: No, and leave me alone! (and if Max doesn't intervene) David: ...you can't fool me. I know everything about this school. I cover the waterfront. So you better figure out what side you're on... Kate: Please, leave me alone!

With intervention you get this:

Max: Hey, why don't you leave her alone? David: Excuse us, this is official campus business— Max: Excuse me, you shouldn't be yelling at students. Or bullying them. David: Hey, hey, nobody is bullying anybody. I'm doing my job. Max: No, you're not. David: You're part of the problem, missy. I will remember this conversation.

Max out-and-out states he's bullying Kate and she would know. She was being bullied by him just a little bit earlier.

This is how he acts within the first two instances of his being in the game. Our third encounter, if you manage to get Max to hide in the closet then we get to see him out-and-out smack Chloe for the crime of instigating him. And what does he say when he hits her?

David: Chloe, I'm sorry. I care about your mother and… You just keep pushing me

And if Max was not hiding in the closet and refused to take the blame for Chloe's pot?

Max: No way. It's not mine. David: Of course not. I'm sure Chloe gets all the best shit, right? I bet she gave you "good friend" rates... Chloe: Why don't you get off my crack? Stop taking your war rage out on high school girls. David: You haven't seen rage, you little— Chloe: Fuck you, pig. David slaps Chloe. David: I... Listen, you asked for that. You know exactly what you're doing.

Not only does he refuse to believe Max that she's not selling pot to Chloe, he says she asked for it. She said "fuck you, pig" and was smacked. Oh, this girl shorter than him and who, if wearing a soaking wet winter coat would still be fifty pounds lighter than him, was scary and threatening him by calling him out for "taking your war rage out on high school girls."

What's more, Joyce is more than ready to trot out little lines to make it seem like Chloe's to blame, whether or not Max lets David smack Chloe around:

Joyce: But Chloe does push David and it's not fair. He paid his dues in a war. He does care about her, along with all the students at Blackwell.

Nathan cried on the phone calling Max and begging for forgiveness (rather than, oh, I don't know, calling the cops and saying "Mark Jefferson is trying to murder me"?) and guys gush about this poor baby who should be forgiven for all his crimes because he's ill. David smacks Chloe and it's Chloe's fault... and David cries when he learns the girl he was abusing is beyond his control. So all is forgiven.

(Honestly, and I've said this more than once, I cannot see Chloe forgiving David after three years. I'm not sure if she'd forgive him after six years, and may very well want to piss on his grave if he died thirty years after the Storm. The man made her life a living hell for nearly five years after William's death (and don't forget, he started flirting with Joyce (to the point he kept the receipt from his first meal at Two Whales Diner when he was waited on by Joyce and used that date for a password combination) within two months of William's death - and sure, that's on Joyce more than David but he still rushed into a marriage with her before Chloe turned 16 and that is on him). He was abusive and horrible and I'm fairly certain that Chloe went on a downward spiral in school and in life partly because he was harassing her and she had no safe place to stay away from him.)

So... no. He's no hero. The only reason the girls turn to him for help is because Max didn't know who else she could trust - because David might have been an abusive asshole, but he was not in the Prescott pocket and he was trying to figure out what Jefferson and Nathan were up to. Better the enemy you know than the enemies you don't know.

The irony is that there are people who continue to hate on Chloe Price and consider her irredeemable because "she's a bitch" and "she's manipulative." The girl who the day after Kate Marsh was drugged was also drugged and came to in Nathan's dorm room, an incident by which Max finds photographic evidence collaborating, the girl who was dosed by a date-rape drug and has no knowledge if she was raped or not, but was fucked up by that drug, is an irredeemable monster, but the man we can witness abusing her is innocent of malice because Chloe was mean to him.

Nice excuse. Still abuse. Hell it was assault and battery against an adult. Max was a witness, if she didn't Rewind, they could have gotten David thrown in jail. And given that Joyce is quick to toss out defenses to David's actions, it's most likely not the first time even if the cops ignored priors due to Joyce's being their favorite waitress.

[hetalia-club]

I just have to spill my thoughts here for a second about my personal life for my own sanity. feel free to happily ignore and scroll by.

Good news everyone :D I just dumped my toxic emotionally abusive boyfriend. Terrible News everyone! :DDDD He was also my best friend and childhood best friend so isn't that great!? :)))

We were supposed to go to Sicily together in May...Why did I DO THAT!? I spent 2k on my plane ticket...the room is reserved... Do I like just not go to Italy now? Do I say F it and just go by myself? Do I try and quickly beg someone else to go with me who's okay with spending at least 2k on a plane ticket? Which would be no one in my life, maybe my parents would but idk what they got going on. I really wanted to go. Why could I have like just not waited until after that? We share a friend group and they are all more his friends than mine. So I just like isolated myself for no reason.

Sorry to dump this here and no I don't expect any of you to have the answers or do anything with this information.

These past few weeks for me have been really rough and I just made it somehow worse.

He distanced me from all my former friends who have all like moved on and have families and whatever and who I have not spoken to in five years so all I have right now is my family and work 'friends' I don't even like. I'm going to have to live with my parents for who knows how long because it was his house he had all the money in our relationship. He convinced me to quit my good desk job with benefits to work part time as a barista so I could clean his house and cook for him. But he also put up with all my weirdness and was fine with it.

Like when I say I have no idea what to do I truly mean that.

again I don't want anyone to feel responsible to do something about how I royalty screwed up my life. It's no ones fault. I shouldn't have let him isolate me so much from my friends and former life but TOO LATE NOW! I just need to stop being with men who have brown hair and brown eyes but are objectively terrible.

My only silver lining is that I was the one to end it. Which if anything am proud of myself for that because I have never broken up with anyone before and I normally just deal with whatever people do to me no matter how terrible and mean they are. I just have always forgiven him and everyone else.

But when some dude bro sits you down and asks you to "List reasons why you deserved to be loved by him" it was just too much. Like that might seem petty but I am sick of being the 'pretty girlfriend' I am so tired of having to dress to the 9s to go out and be expected to be perfect even if we're just going to a F*ng dive bar where I get stared out for dressing like I'm going to a club. Where he gets to look like a diarrhea stain who can't be bothered to wear a shirt that's not wrinkled or shave his scraggly beard. Why he thinks I should make a list of MY worth as a human being in his eyes. When he is average at best!? Like I'm not a 10 I'm not perfect I'm not delusional, I don't think I'm the hottest girl in the world or gods gift to man kind. But I'm out of his league, I do know that!

I always tend to cling to Hetalia harder when my life is falling apart around me because that's sort of just what I've done since I was a teen. I've never been in a healthy relationship with someone who actually likes me and Hetalia has always been there for me. Which is why I have been making a lot of content lately, it's been a distraction and I'm sorry if I've been bugging people with how much I've been posting. That's not been my intentions its just my coping mechanism and it's better than drinking...

This is the only social media I have that he's not on. I don't hate him enough to block him. I do still want to try and be his friend at some point if that's possible. I love his family and they love me and it's going to be so upsetting to see them again from a different perspective.

I'm okay...It's just been really rough lately...And I somehow just made it worse.(No I'm not going to hurt myself or anyone, don't even worry about that.)

[datastate]

chapters 13 & 14!

i love her too much... if she assassinated me w a smile i think i'd just lay down and die. for her. whatever you say, you utterly rambunctious fool

why does raimei always have the best faces... my tortured beast she has ptsd, prosopagnosia, AND is an ibs warrior* atop it all 💔💔💔

*she's completely misunderstood the words. i do, however, know she is lactose intolerant

get these weirdos off my screen (THEY'RE SO FUNNY TOGETHER <3)

;_; her stressors will never end... i know i say this with every reference to death but i Need to know what happens. i need to. although i'm fearful what exactly she intends to do to do this... i imagine she's already accepted that the one in the picture is gone, so the goal is instead on trying to kill araki(?) but... ouuu

okay i know they're suffering and i sympathize (it is 41c right now. despite it being evening), but they're literally so cute here i'm sorry... just utterly miserable tobari & then miharu echoing tobari's complaints is so endlessly amusing to me.

i literally love them more than anything (but i also already miss raimei. weeps)

i'm way too entertained by this... honestly me too. in this weather especially, i could not imagine wearing an all black uniform

AND THE CROWD GOES COMPLETELY SILENT 📣🔥🔥🔥

KOICHI I'M YOUR NO. 1 SUPPORTER!!! GO OUT THERE AND KILL IT!!! (AND ALSO OUR TARGET) (I'M KIDDING. I WOULDN'T FORCE THAT ON YOU) (YET. I DON'T KNOW. YOU SEEM TOO CHEERFUL. I FEEL LIKE SOMETHING TERRIBLE WILL BEFALL YOU IN THE MIDST OF YOUR AUTISTIC MOMENT) (THIS IS JUST MAKING ME THINK OF WHEN I FAINTED DURING THE NATIONAL COMPETITION...)

[raimei's profile] she would be best friends with kai & sara, but unfortunately atsuko would die upon realizing she doesn't enjoy flower arrangements. however, this is also a very specific gripe to have... what happened girl...

augh... i like how miharu's steadily gotten a bit more expressive as time's gone on. moments like these where you can tell it's genuine just from his musing is so nice...

& i'm actually oddly fond of oda trying to get miharu to open up to himself first. her power's extremely dangerous & i dislike how she's hanging it over all of them to force them to 'pull the trigger' for her goal here (even if i'm sympathetic), but it's interesting seeing how, even now, she is actually trying to be encouraging for miharu. it lands off-base, probably more forceful than she thought, and miharu's certainly not ready, but it's interesting... to me... i like her

he is so ominous forever <3 ...also kamatani's really good at drawing mischievous faces. i mean, the expressions in general are really clean, but these are just so fun :D

many thoughts going on in my head right now. okay. hm...

pulling up this scene again for my own reference

the phrasing here is really throwing me off & it's times like these i wish i knew japanese fluently for less serious reasons, to see if it'd be clearer there aegahaha ahhh... it could recontextualize "big brother tobari" to be something of a friendlier term for an older adult you see hanging around; which could be the case if tobari isn't his actual brother(?!) -- which would also make sense for the first-naming 'asahi' & disconnecting it from himself with 'your child' instead. but it could also be a case of him just believing he doesn't have a right to associate with the family after doing that, which is something we've also seen like. raimei believe her brother has completely lost the right to after the murders he committed.

i might be misreading, but tobari seems to be using this moment to resolve himself in the sense of "miharu shouldn't be used as justification for these murders" -- it's a burden he has to carry alone...! or else it's the whole. "his hands are clean, but only because yours are covered in blood" thing, which is an awful sentiment to have miharu carry

so. hmmm. he definitely has the ring. i forgot to take a sc a few chapters ago, but when his hand was on the railing, it was much clearer, which means it's probably a promise/wedding ring (? I FEEL LIKE HIM BEING WED IS LESS LIKELY). which could be from asahi i suppose, but i'm leaning toward it being someone we haven't met yet. but asahi's definitely dead, and things are getting scary <3

i still need to know how miharu's own parents had been manipulated here & had to be killed, but tobari resisted it. WHAT IS HAPPENING...!!! either way it hurts me but AGHHH!!! I NEED TO KNOW

he resolves himself and is just hit with this 😭 the endless sufferer... (also hi yoite)

1 -- do you think fuuma was ever requested to voice bl tapes like kiryu in rgg2. sorry. // 2 -- i'm kind of obsessed with this freak (at a healthy distance)

i doun't feel like taking scs of the fight but it's literally so cool... i always love the angles that they choose + miharu & yoite sharing information over it is a really nice touch. still feigning enemies... it does hurt with yoite outright saying that "it'll even out the playing field" if banten gets this one though ;u; so far behind... understandable w less people, but augh. & also i like koichi overlaying this w reinforcing how the nindo stuff works :3

[scratchyemporium]

what this post is about is a rant/vent. if you don't want to read it, move on.

i'm posting this here because i fear that if i drop it in my group chat, everything's going to go to shit. i know my friends will read this either way, but i don't care. i feel that they need to read this more than you guys, but again, i'm too scared to drop it when there's a whole lot of shit going on in my friends lives, especially my 2-boyfriend and best best friend. i do not need any pity for myself. do not like, reply, or reblog this post, for the love of god. just read it.

tl/dr: i need to learn that i can't help all the time / i can't take any more shit from crybabies.

i wish to be a good enough friend to people. i really do, even if i come off as arrogant or selfish or stupid or whatever. i've probably spent about a quarter of a time comforting people, mostly my 1-boyfriend and ex. sometimes it doesn't work out, and it blows up way out of proportion, a thing that i fear because i know that i have to be the cross-bridge for everyone to be okay. for fucks sake, my 1-boyfriend doesn't talk to my 2-boyfriend directly when drama is directly between those two. i have to channel words between the two of them.

1-boyfriend needs to grow up. i know that. i've been trying to tell him over and over and over again but he just won't do it. he always makes up excuses and i'm getting tired of it. i'm at a point of preparing to dump him, even though our relationship has lasted for more than two years and i swore he said he'd commit sewerslide if we broke up or something like that. he has too many red flags but i just can't leave because i put my friend's emotions above mine, and that's the damn problem.

i worry too much about other's emotions more than mine. yeah, i'd bend backwards for my friends and family, of course, but i need to grow some damn backbone. a few days ago, i got into this joke argument with a tumblr user, but i guess one of us took it too far and they blocked me. i still feel like shit because i don't know what i did wrong, and i apologized to them many times over and over when they hadn't blocked me. but they're a stranger. i shouldn't feel shitty for strangers that had an argument with me, and yet i do. i feel shitty for everyone, and i try to fix everyone's emotions/make everyone feel better. i can't fix everyone. i need to learn that. i made my most terrifying character softer in order to not scare or disgust people. i keep my darkest plots hidden away in direct messages or drawings or something along those lines of out of public sight. i'm as flimsy as a damn prawn. even then, i keep getting dragged into deep, deep shit with my friends and family. i'm tired of sacrificing myself for others when i'm already as hollow as a empty pringle's can.

i'm tired of hiding from 1-boyfriend. i'm tired of cleaning up after him. i'm tired of crying and complaining to 2-boyfriend and best best friend. 2-boyfriend and best best friend is tired of 1-boyfriend. i can't leave 1-boyfriend behind. i can't leave 2-boyfriend and best best friend behind. i need freedom. the only freedom i have is the real world, but my dad makes it so much fucking miserable and i don't to be an adult just yet, even though i'm already an unnatural adult from all the shit i've been through. who knows, maybe to my friends and my boyfriends, i'm just a few words on a screen that they read and talk to. maybe i'm ai to them.

i'm tired of holding up everything.

i'm tired.

[moodymillennialmom]

So I am late to the Stranger Things party but having just watched season 1 for a second time I think I have an unpopular opinion.......

Steve is not a jerk or bully or anything other than a typical teenager in season 1. The bad things he does are all reactionary and he does everything he can to make up for it after. Teenagers are not known for their forethought so a teenager getting mad or upset and doing something shitty and realizing later "oh shit I shouldn't have done that" is kinda how teenagers are.

* Breaking Jonathan's camera.

I actually have no issue with him doing this. It's 100% justified. Those pictures were creepy and gross and a crime. He not only took them he developed them at school where at least one other person saw them to even tell Steve about them. These could have easily been taken, copied and passed around. So taking them was bad, developing them worse, but doing at school was just awful and stupid. Even still Steve felt bad and bought him a new camera, which as I have no issue with breaking the camera is, well, whatever, it's nice but he didn't have to in my opinion.

Now these next two I'm not going to defend so much as understand a teenage mind set and point out his actions after.

They kinda go together. So spray painting the sign and the fight with Jonathan. He was wrong in both cases . Totally and completely wrong. He humiliated and slut shamed Nancy in a very public way and he said terrible things about Jonathan's mom and 'dead' brother and used a slur. This is however where I point out a teenage mindset. Steve thinks based on what he saw Nancy is cheating with Jonathan. Which would suck bad enough for anyone but given we were told earlier his mom can't trust his dad to not cheat it is probably an especially touchy spot for Steve. He's angry and hurting and he lashes out. He was wrong, there's no justification for that and I am not justifying just saying that teenagers act first and think later and a hurt teenager is especially irrational. I don't think either thing is indicative of his normal behavior.

Where I think we go back to Steve is a good guy is that he realizes that on his own. No one tells him he was wrong, if anything the people around him at that moment are encouraging this behavior. He then goes and cleans off the sign himself. The next thing he does is go to apologize to Jonathan, not Nancy but Jonathan. That is important because he's not doing it to try to save his relationship or whatever. He goes to Jonathan because he feels bad.

The other time he is kind of jerky is when Nancy tells him she went to the police about Barb. Again not his best moment his first reaction is scared to get in trouble. This again is pretty typical teenage behavior. He doesn't know Barb and is quite frankly more concerned about himself than her. He sucks but I want you to really think about how much thought you gave to the kids you went to highschool with who were not your friends and then get back to me on whether or not you would ask someone to at least not mention the underage drinking. The honest people are going to admit that Steve's request to not mention the beer to cops is probably something they would have asked as well.

All teenagers act impulsively. That's the whole reason most of these story lines happen is because the teenagers/kids do things without consulting adults. Steve is just the only one whose actions as a teenager keep getting brought up and used against him. I mean when was the last time anyone even brought up Jonathan's creepy photos?

Everyone keeps saying Steve has had so much character growth and I would agree but unlike everyone else who says he is becoming a better person I think he is just growing up. He is maturing. He's always been a decent person but he was an impulsive (probably lonely) teenager and now he is becoming an adult.

[gretavangroupie]

Crave (Chapter 5)

Word count: 5.5k+

Pairing: Josh x Female Reader

Summary: After pushing the girl you love into the arms of your best friend, you're left regretting your choices.

Warnings: 18+ as always, language, drinking, sexual situations, smut, fluff.

Crave Playlist

A/N: Special shoutout to my beta, my co-writer, and my dear friend @gvfjess none of this would be what it is without her touch.

“You’re gonna wish you never said that…”

Her words replay in your head and you are stuck wondering what she meant. You realized that this could happen, getting involved with someone like Josh. You didn’t realize it would be happening so soon. Completely blindsided, you know you have probably said the wrong thing.

What is Josh going to say?

You internally battle with yourself for the rest of your shift. Thankfully, the rest of the night is quiet and easy. You clean up the bar and head home, soaking in a bubble bath when you hear your phone buzz on the bathroom counter. You step out of the tub and wrap yourself in a towel, grabbing the phone and seeing its Josh.

Josh: Hi love, just got back to my room. Miss you.

You: Hi, I miss you too. I hope you had a good day! I met some of those fans you warned me about tonight.

Josh: What? Where?

You: At work.

Your phone rings and you see Josh’s smile light up your screen. You take a deep breath and hit the green button.

“Hey!” you answer.

“Hey beautiful, what’s going on? You said they came to the bar?” He asks. 

“Yes, they actually came looking for you guys, they said they heard you hang out there and wanted me to confirm. Which I did not. But then I guess one of them recognized me from the photo the other night… they were less than pleasant after that. I feel like I probably said something I shouldn't have... I don't know.” You reply.

“This is exactly what I was worried about. Listen, they will say whatever they can to get under your skin. Don’t believe anything they say, they will come up with anything to get at you. As far as how you reacted, I'm sure you said exactly what was necessary. I'm sorry you had to deal with this while I'm gone.” He says.

“Josh, don’t worry. I am fine, just stressed me out a little bit. I tried to take a bath to relax but it didn’t really help. I’m just anxious. I know you guys like to go to Sixty’s because no one ever finds you there but now… I feel like I should have lied and said no…. and the photo… I don’t know I’m just….” You stammer.

“Baby, relax. It’s fine, we will figure it out. Don’t be stressed. In fact…” he stops, you can practically hear the wheels spinning in his head.

“Let's try something...Are you in bed?” He asks.

“I’m about to be. I am putting on a t-shirt right now, and then I am…” you reply.

“Good, get into bed and tell me when you’re there. Feel free to skip the t-shirt. ” He replies and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

Oh Josh… I love this side of you so much.

Your cheeks heat up and your heart starts to race thinking about what he is implying. You are in the mood to release some of the stress from today and this is the perfect opportunity. 

You decide to skip the t-shirt at Josh’s suggestion, climbing into bed and propping yourself up against your pillow. You pop in your airpods to hear Josh’s voice closer. 

“Okay, I’m in bed. Nothing on…” you say devilishly, you are ready to play this game too. 

“You’re so perfect. Are you comfortable?” he is asking genuinely, your heart fluttering at how sweet and caring this man is. 

“Yes. Talk to me, Josh.” you don't want to waste any more time. 

He laughs lightly and you hear some rustling on his end, then the clear sound of him undoing his belt buckle. The ache between your thighs grows in anticipation. “Close your eyes for me.” You follow his instructions and close your eyes, focusing all of your energy on listening to his voice in your ears. 

He begins instructing you again slowly in a lower register, not waiting for you to confirm that you’ve done what he’s asked. He knows you are following his every word. 

“I want you to imagine I’m with you, that your hand is mine and it’s me that’s taking care of you right now. Touching you just the way you like… Gonna make you feel so good baby, we are going to do this together, every step of the way.”

“Please, Josh. Tell me what to do… I’m ready.” your voice is desperate, you miss him so much, and hearing his voice has you absolutely dripping already. 

“Fuck. You have no idea how sexy you sound right now.” you hear his breath falter a little bit.

“I want you to trail your hand down your body, appreciate every inch. I love your soft skin so much, I can’t wait to get my mouth back on it.” his voice drenched with promise.

You take your time and run your hands down from your neck, over your breasts, and to your lower stomach. You are envisioning it’s Josh and can’t help the way you lightly gasp as you imagine it’s his fingers grazing your clit. 

“Keep making those sounds for me. I need to hear how you’re feeling. Don’t be shy. I want you to touch yourself now, and I am going to do the same. We are going to come together. I’ve been hard for you since the second I heard your beautiful voice. Already got off in the shower once today thinking about you, but god damn this is so much better.” 

“Tell me what you were thinking about, Josh. Please.” your fingers continue to swirl against your sensitive bud lightly and your heart is beating faster. At his insistence, you dip two of your fingers into your core, thinking about him filling you up instead. 

“Was thinking about your beautiful lips wrapped around my cock. Your eyes looking up at me while you took me in your mouth. The way you moan as I hit the back of your throat. The way your lips look afterwards, so pink and full. Fuck, I can’t wait, to see you.” he lets out a deep groan and you can hear the faint sounds of his hand working himself up and down vigorously. 

You have no words in response, focusing your efforts on yourself as you switch between pumping your fingers and rubbing tight circles on your clit. You are getting closer to your edge by his words alone, moaning in response and letting his name roll off your tongue. 

“Are you close for me, baby? I don’t know how much longer I can last. Especially with you moaning my name like that...shit...” his voice is getting weaker and you can tell he is ready to finish.

“Yes, Josh. Cum for me, and I’ll cum for you. I’m right there.” you breathe.

“Fuck baby…” his last words spill out of his mouth along with a few delicious moans and other expletives. But what really sends you over the edge is hearing your name leave his mouth laced in pleasure. The sound of him reaching his release is all it takes to send yours plummeting through your body as well. His name slipping deliciously from your lips as it wracks your body.

The line goes quiet for a few seconds as you both catch your breath.

“Josh…” you breathe out.

“Yeah baby…” he replies almost a whisper, still panting. You can hear him rustling around in the background.

“Thank you….” you say. 

“Anything for you, love. Try to get some sleep and dont worry about those girls. All I care about is you, and I can't wait to see you.” he says laying back down in his bed. 

“I can’t wait to see you either, I miss you so much. Goodnight…” you say.

“Goodnight my angel.” he replies, ending the call.

You lay there for a while just enjoying the relaxed sensation pulsating through your body, before realizing the time. You place your phone on the charger and turn off the light thinking of him as you close your eyes.

Only one more day…

When you wake the next morning and grab your phone you see a text from Josh.

Josh: Good morning lover, hope you have a good day today. Thinking of you always.

You: Good morning, miss you and hope your day is good too. Thanks for last night.

You swipe out of your messages and see that you have a ton of instagram notifications.

What in the world?

Opening the app you see your inbox is loaded with message requests, you have tagged photos for review, and comments on your photos from years ago.

You open your message requests and see hundreds of messages from girls who are asking you if you are dating Josh, how you know him, and the like. One message catches your eye though.

Being mean to people in this fandom is not going to age well, you should have thought about that. What would Josh think?

You click on another one.

You are a bartender? How pathetic, Josh deserves someone better than a bitchy bartender.

You open another.

Don’t worry we will show Josh who you really are. :)

Your heart is racing, you are being attacked, just like he said. You quickly close the app and throw your phone across the bed. 

The messages continue to flood in all day, and the more you ignore them the more they seem to come. You know how these fandoms work, so you grab your computer and open Twitter. You search Josh’s name + girlfriend and you are inundated with horrible tweets about yourself. Belittling you, your appearance, your job and Josh’s choice in partner. You have never been bullied like this before and you are not sure how the guys deal with it day to day. 

Maybe this is why they never post anything...

You don’t look at your phone for the rest of the day. You are afraid to say anything to Josh either. Somehow it feels like if you were to talk to him about it, it would only make things worse. You avoid your phone at all costs, hoping that this drama will die down before they get back. You go to work tonight and suffer through the painfully boring shift. As you are locking up you realize that you haven’t checked your phone at all... in hours. You know you will have missed calls and texts. You get into your car and pull it out of your purse, seeing multiple unread messages and two missed calls from Josh. Your instagram notifications have continued to increase since the last time you looked.

Josh: What are you doing today?

Josh: Everything good?

3:05pm Missed Call: Josh

Josh: What is going on love, call me.

1:08am Missed Call: Josh

Crap.

You immediately dial his number and hope he picks up as you pull out into traffic.  It rings twice before he answers.

“Thank god…” he answers.

“I’m so sorry! I haven’t looked at my phone all day!” You reply.

“I was worried, shit.” He says. “Just tell me next time you decide to go off the grid for the day?” He jokes.

“Ugh, I know I’m sorry! This morning… my phone was just blowing up, people are so… mean…I just couldn’t deal with it so I didn’t look at my phone all day. I don’t know how you deal with it, really.” You say.

“What? Oh no....they found you huh? I am so sorry baby…” he replies. He knows exactly what is going on.

“It’s just…a lot.” You say sighing into the phone.

“I know it is....What got to you? There had to be one, if you’re still thinking about it.” He asks.

“I don’t know, just some messages about you deserving someone better than a bartender, or how they were ‘going to show you who I really am’... like they have any clue… it’s just a lot to deal with all at once. Especially by myself.” You say.

“Listen to me, there is no one better for me than you. I don’t care if you’re a bartender, I actually love it, and you’ve said it yourself, who knows you better than I do?” He asks.

“No one.” You reply quietly.

“Exactly. You’re perfect and everything about you is perfect and I just… love you. Exactly how you are. Okay? Don’t even open any more messages. When I get back I will show you how to mute everything. Makes life a lot easier.” He laughs.

“Okay, I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about it.” You reply.

“It’s okay, I understand. I would have done the same thing in your position. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow, love.” He says.

“I know, I have missed you. The bar has been so quiet and boring without you all there, too.” you reply.

“You’ll come over when I get back, right?” He asks.

“Of course, just let me know when.” You say.

“I will, promise to answer your phone this time?” He jokes.

“Yes….” You laugh.

“Goodnight beautiful.” He says.

“Goodnight, Josh.” You say hanging up the phone.

Did he almost kinda say he loved me?

The next morning you wake up feeling refreshed, and excited knowing that you will get to see Josh. As you roll over to grab your phone you already see a text from Josh from a few hours ago.

Josh: We are getting on the plane now, and should be home around 12:30. Can’t wait to kiss your face.

It’s 10:00 now, so that gives you enough time to get up and do your morning routine and make yourself extra presentable. 

Your heart flutters in your chest thinking about kissing him. You take extra time doing your hair and choosing your outfit. You spray your perfume on your wrist and neck and you can feel the butterflies in your stomach start to rise as the clock ticks closer to 12:30.

Pacing your living room, you are waiting for his text to let you know they had landed before you head out. You pack a bag just in case you decide to stay with Josh tonight, even though you’re fairly positive he isn’t going to have it any other way.

Zipping the zipper on the bag your phone buzzes.

Josh: Tell me you’re already on your way…

You: I am now...See you soon.

You grab your things and quickly leave, locking the door behind you. You throw your stuff into your car and head to his house. 

You anxiously flip through the songs on your playlist but can't decide on anything, by the time you do, you are pulling into his driveway. His car is already there, but still warm.

You jump out and head to the front door, but before you can even knock it opens and you see his perfect smile greeting you.

“My girl.” He says, opening his arms.

You fall into his arms being surrounded by the best hug. “I missed you.” you say into his neck.

He kisses the top of your head. “I know and we weren’t even gone that long, I don’t know how I am going to make it through tour…” he says.

“I don’t even want to think about that yet.” You reply.

He releases his arms from around you and grabs your face in his hands, pressing his lips to meet yours. 

I really missed him.

He pulls back and shuts the door behind you. 

“I know I just got here but I have to leave at 4 for my shift. Are you guys…. Gonna come in tonight? I know you just got home and all….” You stammer.

“I’m sure it will not take a whole lot of convincing...” He smiles.

You flash him a smile and he kisses you again. 

“You really did miss me, huh?” You ask playfully. 

“I did, and I am about to show you just how much.” He says devilishly.

Leading you down the hallway he laces his fingers with yours, pushing his bedroom door open. He lays down on his side of the bed, on top of his perfect fluffy down filled duvet. He crosses his bare feet and pats the spot next to him. 

“Okay, first, let me see your phone.” He says holding his hand out.

You pull your phone out of your back pocket and unlock it before handing it to him. 

“We need to get you locked down, because all of this….” He says pointing to the hundreds of comments and messages, “...is just not okay. I’m sorry we didn’t do this before I left.”

He shows you how to mute your messages, filter comments, and helps you set your profile to private. 

“There, that should do it.” He says, handing it back to you. You set it on the table next to the bed and he throws his arm around your shoulder as he pulls his own phone out. 

You snuggle into his side, completely relaxed just being here with him. He opens his instagram and searches for your profile, following you, now that you are private.

“There, now they can speculate all they want, but they can't get to you.” He laughs.

You spend a little time just laying with your head on his chest as he shows you pictures and videos he took while he was gone this week. You hear his heart beat and it lulls you into a drowsy state.

He puts his phone on the table and turns to face you.

“I really did miss you, sleeping here with you… empty hotel beds are cold and lonely.” He says. 

You look up and place your lips on his, letting them linger for a few seconds longer than usual.

He grabs your face pulling you in again, so you sit up and climb over top of him, straddling him as you continue the kiss. 

His hands slide off of your face and down your neck and shoulders, grazing your arms as they make their way to your hips. He grips into the fabric of your jeans pulling you down to grind into him. A moan leaving his lips and echoing into your mouth.

“Josh, I don’t know if I can wait any longer.” You pant.

“Good. Me either.” He says pulling his shirt over his head. 

Minutes later you are tangled with each other, nothing but breathy moans and sighs filling the room.

Every movement made with intention and care, this was not like the past few times. This was like the first time all over again. Josh worships every inch of your body and takes his time paying attention to every minute detail of you. He makes sure you are taken care of first and foremost. He was loving you, not fucking you.

You lay together for a while afterwards talking and giggling, until the clock reminds you that its time to leave your perfect, blissful slice of heaven and head to the dark, smoky bar. 

You begrudgingly get up and put your clothes back on, stepping into the bathroom to fix your hair and makeup before stepping back out. You see that he has gotten up and put his clothes back on too. You walk to meet him on the other side of the room and you snake your arms around his torso from behind. 

“I’m glad you’re back.” You say into his warm back.

“I am glad too.” He replies, spinning around in your arms. “We are going to come to the bar later, if you still want us to.”

“Of course, it has been so quiet without you guys there.” You smile.

He leans down and kisses your lips, “Then we will see you soon, love.”

He releases you and you make your way to the front door, him not far behind you. 

“See you later...” you say playfully blowing him a kiss.

“Bye baby...” He replies kissing your forehead.

Two hours later as you are restocking the cooler, you hear the bell ring and peer over your shoulder to see them walking in. Your heart leaps out of your chest. You smile and stand up and walking over to the bar top. They all come bounding over with smiles.

“My favorite regulars…” you smile.

Josh grabs your hand, pulling it to his lips, placing a kiss on your knuckles. Your face blushes red, at his openness in front of the guys.

“They all know, nothing to hide anymore.” He says.

Your eyes flick to Jake, then Sam, then Danny. Each of them smiling and giving their nod of approval.

“I mean, obviously he’s in love with you, look at this mushy shit.” Sam jokes as Josh releases your hand.

You smile and shrug your shoulders.

“Okay, drinks?” You ask, changing the subject, trying not to think about what Sam said.

Is he? Does he love me?

A while later you approach the guys at their normal table with fresh drinks and pass them out. You look around the bar and see it’s practically empty, so you take a seat next to Josh, who instinctively throws his arm around you. The guys have drank more than their usual amount tonight and things have been rowdy and loud. They tell you about their week, and some of the interesting interview topics they spoke about. As Jake drunkenly drags on about some bizarre topic you all find yourselves praying for his speech to end. Sam pulled out his phone half way through and has been scrolling mindlessly for the past 20 minutes.

“Oh god.” He says taken aback, interrupting Jake’s lecture.

“Did you know Olivia is engaged?!” He says, turning to Danny, shocked.

“What?” Danny interjects, snatching the phone from his hand, studying it before letting out a deep breath.

“No.” is all he says. His voice, deep and dark.

“So if she is engaged what was she doing here, fucking around with you?” Sam asks Danny.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Danny replies.

“What?” He asks.

“What do you mean fucking around?” He yells.

You look at Josh who shrugs his shoulders at you in response. You nod your head back towards the bar and he nods.

As you make your way over to the bar you pretend to look busy and try not to listen in on what’s going on. What you do notice is that Danny has crossed over that threshold. He has that look in his eye and you know things are not going to end well for someone.

“Why the fuck would you even bring it up?” he yells at Sam. 

Sam stands up and grabs his things, trying to just leave the bar and the situation all together. 

Danny stands up and grabs his arm, slinging him into the wood paneled wall behind the table.

“Do you have a fuckin problem man?” he asks, pushing Sam into the wall by his shoulders.

Jake quickly springs to his feet grabbing Danny by the arm and pulling him off of Sam before anything escalates further.

“Daniel, I think it'd be wise to take a step back.” Jake warns with a glaring look.

Josh taking the opportunity, sliding between Danny and Sam.

“No, no I'm sick of this shit. I’m sick of everyone telling me what to do. What’s best for me… like I don’t know….” he says, throwing Jake’s hand off of him with disgust.

“Maybe you should just go take a walk for a minute…” Josh suggests.

“Yeah, maybe I should Josh…” he says sarcastically.

Danny shoots a venomous look at Sam before walking over to the bartop, where you have to pretend to have not been listening. 

He places his elbows on the bar top and runs his hands over his face.

“Do you want to come talk to me outside for a few minutes?” you ask nervously.

He looks up at you surprised. “I don't know, can you...” He turns and looks at Josh.

“Of course I can.” you reply.

You look around and see that it’s only the guys left at this hour, and so you come out from behind the bar and walk to the front door with Danny following behind. You open the door and usher him out, making eye contact with Josh. He nods his head and you smile back at him.

He understands.

As you step outside you see Danny sit down on the little bench around the corner. You walk over to meet him sitting beside him.

“I’m sorry. I don't even know why I did that. Everyone always thinks they know better than me. I am just...” he says defeatedly. “I just keep screwing everything up. I almost just hurt my best friend… and for what?” 

“Oh, Danny…” you say, placing your hand on his back. “You didn’t screw everything up…everyone in there knows you, and knows that you were just worked up... And that you would never hurt Sam… It's been a tough few weeks for all of you.”  

“It has, and I have been at the center of all of it. Literally every bad thing that has happened has involved me. I need to figure some shit out…” he says shaking his head. 

“Sometimes you have to go through a few bad things to get to the good things.” you say.

“You know, I’m really sorry for how I treated you. I really am, but I am so happy that you and Josh are happy. He has not shut up about you all week. Jake and I thought we were going to have to kill him. It's exactly what you have always deserved.” he says.

Your eyes fill with tears, finally feeling the relief of all the tension you harbored towards the Danny and Josh situation. You wrap your arms around him hugging him. He pats his hand on your arm.

“Thanks...It’s been hard. I have felt guilty for how everything played out, and I never really talked to you about it. Things are just different with him, you know? It’s so… easy. It feels so much different, just really… right. I think I love him. I just… I know it’s soon…I haven’t told him. I just really want things to work out…I don’t know why I’m telling you this…. I’m sorry.” you stammer.

“I’m glad you are telling me, it means we are friends. I think we were always supposed to just be friends. I like talking to you, and I like that you feel comfortable confiding in me. I’d like to be that friend, if you want me to be. I know what happened with us was rough, but I think you did find your good in it. I hope that I can find mine.” He smiles.

You tear up and nod your head in acceptance.

“I know, I know, not used to me being the one with all the sappy stuff to say…” he jokes.

You release your arms from around him. “I think you should probably apologize to Sam…”

“Yeah, I probably should…” he says standing up.

You stand up next to him and he reaches towards you for a friendly hug. “Thank you…. For talking to me. It’s nice to have a friend that isn’t… them.” he laughs.

“You can talk to me anytime you need to, Danny. I mean that.” you say stepping back from his hug. 

He nods and walks with you back inside the bar. As your eyes search for Josh you see him and he looks at you questioningly. 

You smile and nod telling him that everything is good and he smiles back, warming your heart.

You head back behind the bar to start closing everything up for the night. Danny walks over to the table and you see him talking to Sam, clearly apologizing for over-reacting.

Jake walks up to the bar to close out the tab. 

“I don't know what you said, but thank you.” he says, pulling out his card. “He is hard to calm down when he gets mad like that.”

“I didn't really say anything, I just let him talk. I think he just needed to talk to someone that wasn’t one of you.” you reply, handing him the receipt. 

“Ahhh…..” he exhales. “Josh really picked a good one.” he smirks up at you, signing his receipt and sliding it to you, shoving his in the pocket of his pants.

“Thanks Jake.” You smile back.

You see Josh walking over to the two of you. “What are you two conspiring about?” he asks jokingly.

“I was just telling her thank you for her bomb diffusing efforts.” Jake jokes. “And that you picked a good one.” he smiles patting his shoulder.

“Brother, have you gone soft or is it the Whiskey?” he says playfully jabbing into his side.

“Whiskey.” they both say in unison, laughing.

It's at this moment that you knew you loved him. No question.

As Jake walks away, you see Josh step closer to the bar leaning over to you. “I told you…” he says.

“Told me what?” you reply.

“Everyone can see how I feel about you. Why, I feel that way.” he says, running his fingers over your knuckles. “You’re coming over tonight, right?” 

“If you want me to…” you say.

“I never want you to leave.” he replies.

You feel your heart leap.

“Then, I will see you shortly…” you reply coyly.

He meets up with the rest of the guys at the door, waving as they all walk out the door.

As you finish closing up you let your mind wander and enjoying the happy feelings overtaking your body.

This is how it feels to be truly happy, and content.

Locking the door behind you, you make your way to your car but as you approach it you see a piece of paper tucked underneath your windshield wiper.

You grab what you now see is Jake’s copy of the receipt you just gave him, with a scribble of words written on the inside. You open it up and see that it’s not Jake’s handwriting, it’s Danny’s and inside the message reads,

He loves you too. He always has. Don’t wait. Tell him.

A tear springs from the corner of your eye and you feel a pang of longing creep across your chest.

Has he always loved me? 

You fold the receipt and place it in your wallet for safe keeping.

As you make the drive to his house you are a bundle of nerves. You aren’t sure how you’re going to tell him, or when but the overwhelming urge to just blurt it out is taking over your brain.

You walk up to his door with your bag and you remember the night you came here just a few short weeks ago, crying and wondering if he would even open the door. You’re so glad he did. You can’t imagine what your life would be like right now if he hadn’t. Much like that night, you stand here waiting for him to open the door, nervous and hopeful.

As the door opens, warmth creeps over your body, releasing all the nerves you had to begin with. His smile has that effect on you. Everytime.

“Ahh my girl... I will never get tired of seeing your face at my door.” he says, pulling your hand to lead you inside.

He takes your bag from your hand and sets it by the door. 

As you walk further into the house you stop and turn to face him.

“Josh do you think… tonight we could just…” you stop.

“What baby?” he asks.

“I just… want to be with you and sleep next to you. I missed you.” you say.

“Oh love…I fell asleep every night this week wishing I was holding you. Come on, let's go.” he says, locking the door and turning off the lights.

You step into his bedroom and you see that he already has your favorite shirt sitting on the bed for you. You pick it up and look at him and he smiles back in response. 

Sliding your clothes off, you catch him as he watches you, blushing slightly that you caught him. “I can’t help it... You're the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. Can’t keep my eyes off of you.” he says as he takes his own clothes off.

He turns off the lamp, and pulls the duvet back crawling into the bed.  He pulls your side of the duvet back and opens his arms to you. You slide in, and cuddle in next to him, facing him. He pulls the duvet up around the two of you, before wrapping his arms around your torso, pulling you in closer to him. He inhales deeply against your head holding you tightly to his body. 

You wrap your arm around him and run your fingertips over his bare back. His skin is so soft you find yourself lost in the sensation of it gliding so smoothly under your hand. 

You know this is the perfect time. Both of you are completely at peace and just enjoying one another. No place you would rather be. Gathering up all your courage, you take a deep breath.

“Josh…” you say, almost a whisper into his neck. 

“Mmmhm…” he hums against your head. 

“I… I love you.” you finally manage.

He pulls away from you, pressing his hand to your face. His thumb glides across your cheek as a smile crosses his lips.

“My beautiful girl…I love you too. I always have.” he says, pressing his perfect soft lips to yours. A tear springing from you eye.

“Tell me again.” you whisper.

“I am so in love with you. I have always been in love with you. I wish there were more words for me to tell you exactly how much. For once in my life words are escaping me…” he laughs against your lips wiping your tears away.

You press your lips to his once more before settling back into his arms. 

“Then I guess you’ll just have to show me.” you say kissing his chest.

“Everyday, for as long as you’ll have me…” he replies.

“Always.” you whisper, your eyes fluttering closed as you drift off to sleep, completely wrapped in love. 

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[junexhamilton]

"You know, she's a lot more wild than you give her credit for," June said in response to the Kalani comment. Both were her best friends, so of course she thought the best of them, but it was more than that. She admired the two of them more than they'd ever know. Hunter had the brains, Kalani had the spunk. And June? She wasn't totally sure who she was yet. "Not me, though. I just like that being high makes the noise in my head quiet down a bit. Plus, have you tried banana bread while stoned? Cause oh my God, Hunter, I could start crying. It's so good." Instead of answering his question, she let it hang in the air. She was already in that frame of mind. After a couple gummies, June would've had the same reaction to being told he had any sort of feelings for her.

She snickered to herself, thinking of the stunned looks from everyone around the table as Mitch managed to polish his turkey clean off the bone. He was a big goof, but they couldn't say he wasn't talented, despite how unique those talents were. This wasn't about him, though, or at least it shouldn't have been. She was far gone, but not gone enough to not recognize that. "I'll think about it. Your family dinner's are a lot more entertaining than mine, except for when Andrew gets into fights with my dad. I've yet to see any of you throw a punch," she snorted, although it wouldn't have been as funny if she were talking about this when the weed was out of her system.

Once he started apologizing, she turned her head and shot him a confused expression. "You don't? I can tell you exactly what happened," she scoffed, a little too chipper to go back to one of her most embarrassing moments of her life. The current green fog clouding her brain helped. "The night after all that James shit happened, I came into your room and told you that I had feelings for you." In almost weird, deja vu type of moment, June found herself laughing. "I said something about wanting to be brave, and you were like, 'Okay, just be brave then,' and so I told you I was into you, and, like, you started giggling and told me that was really funny, which sucked at the time but it's actually kind of hysterical right now." She shut her eyes, letting herself fully experience the humor of it all. She spoke up again once she was able to catch her breath. "And I mean, like, I'm just surprised all that wasn't obvious before. That crush I had on you when I was nine? That never fully went away. It's always just been stuck right here." By some stroke of luck, when June went to grab Hunter's hand and place it over her heart, she'd managed to be spot on and not have him unintentionally fondling her. Her hand moved to rest on top of his, and she automatically laced their fingers before turning her own gaze to follow his on the ceiling. "Must be why I told Kalani about being in love with you or whatever I said. The details are kinda fuzzy. Funny how that works, though." If she were sober, all of that would've lead to a perfect heart-to-heart moment. Unfortunately, she wasn't anywhere near it. "Shit, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought up banana bread because that's literally all I can think of right now. Do you think there are any bakeries open on Christmas Day?"

He couldn't help it. When she said Kalani was the one who bought the gummies, he laughed loudly. "Well, I wish I'd been there to see that. I can't really imagine either of you in a dispensary, to be honest." He didn't think she'd be offended by him saying so, even sober, and stoned June seemed to be a lot less prone to taking things to heart. Something about her words though had his laugh fading, his face contorting back into it's usually trademark brooding expression. "Into my frame of mind? why would you want to do that?"

They were getting closer and closer to the topic of their last conversation. It was a necessary conversation to have, but that didn't mean Hunter was ready to have it. There was still a flash of embarrassment whenever he thought back to the conversation with Mitch and Mikki about it, that it had taken his dorky brother of all people to open his eyes. If she was sober, maybe it would be a different story, or maybe he just needed to get on her level.

"He did. It was disgusting, June." He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. It was after seeing that trick a few years ago that he had sworn off eating meat for life. "You should come for dinner soon, though, if you want. I'm sure he'd love to show you." When she spoke again, Hunter fell silent, staring at the ceiling as he listened, really listened. He didn't want to make her feel like he wasn't taking her seriously again, or that he wasn't hearing what she was saying. "Uh, no. At least, I don't think so. God June, I'm sorry. I still don't really remember the exacts of what you said that night." He turned his head back to face her. "I just know it would be different if you said it... literally any other time but then. Like if you said it now."

[hogwartsmarvelmommy]

Empty Mugs and Unexpected Hugs (H.O) 🔥

Word count: 3.3K

Enemies to lovers

(HarrisonOsterfeildxReader)

Warnings: Smut (fingering, unprotected sex *Wrap it up*) cussing, that’s probably it..

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With Tom came Harrison, you knew that. What you didn't know was when you had agreed to a roommate situation with Tom, you were also agreeing to one with Haz. “Tom, you said ‘would you like to live with me.’ not ‘me and Haz’” you told him as you stared at the blonde boy who was carrying box after box. He opted to do this shirtless, despite the cold London breeze. A sheen layer of sweat glistened on his overly defined chest, and you hated the way you longed to reach out and touch him.

“I figured you just knew?” Tom said coyly rubbing the back of his neck as he saw the way you stared down his best friend. He wasn't blind, he knew the hatred you supposedly had towards Haz was something with much deeper roots, but anytime he tried to figure it out, you would deflect and change the subject.

“I'm not doing either of your dishes,” you said loudly enough to catch Harrison's attention.

“Wouldn't expect you to, princess,” he winked at you. With a loud groan, and a dramatic flip of your hair, you proceed to your empty room to unpack your things.

Living with Tom and Harrison was way more entertaining than you had ever thought possible. Most nights were spent at the dining room table with one to many empty beer bottles laid out in front of you, while you laughed and joked about things that were probably not funny. Of course there were also the quiet days when Tom was away filming with Haz in tow, and on those days you would usually have the company of one or both of the twins.

“You should just admit you love him,” Sam said suddenly while you were taking a sip of your beer, causing you to spit your drink all over the table.

“Sammy!” You cried out the sting of beer in your nostrils. “I do not,”

“Y/N, It's written all over your face,” Harry argued. They were supposed to be on your side, you had been friends with the twins for years, the only reason you even knew Tom, was because of Sam and Harry..

“I do not love Harrison,” You told them, but even you were unconvinced by your own words.

It was late when you heard the front door to the flat open. The twins had left a few hours prior, Tom was in the states, and Harrison was with him, so who was coming into the apartment?

You were in just a shirt, an old one of Harrison's you had taken a while back, and a pair of cheeky underwear. Tip toeing to your bedroom door and grabbing a golf club from your bag, you proceeded to sneak down the hallway to the large living area where the front door was. Your heart was pounding with the thought of having to defend the place against an intruder, in just your underwear nonetheless. You saw a shadow, next to the couch, and raised the club ready to attack. As soon as you went for it, the lamp flicked on and Harrison saw you charging towards him with a golf club. Luckily he had fast reflexes, catching the club in one hand and your quickly moving body in the other. “Christ Y/N. What are you doing?” he asked, holding your body close to his. You felt your muscles relax into him, thankful he was in fact not an intruder, and you wouldn't have to explain why there was an intruder beaten and bloody by your hand to the authorities.

“I thought you were a robber,” You admitted coyly, stepping back a bit to look at him. His piercing blue eyes looked deep into yours, a small smile on his lips as his eyes trailed down your overly exposed body.

“So you would charge at an intruder with a bright pink putter, in just your underwear?” he asked you. “Also is that my shirt?” you could feel your cheeks heat up. You pushed away from his body with a scoff and turned to go back to your room, already done with him, but his hand caught your wrist, pulling your body back into his arms. His grip was tight as he held your body close to his. Something was off. Something was wrong. This was abnormal, Haz without Tom, and showing you any sort of affection.

“Hazzy, why are you home?” You asked, finally wrapping your arms around his waist, accepting the unexpected hug that you usually would not share with Him.

“Family stuff, I've been back for a few days. Just been with my mom,” He said, still holding you. You instinctively hug him tighter, getting the feeling that something bad had happened.

“You okay?” You asked him quietly. To which he just hummed into your head, still holding you.

“Better now,” He whispers. You're so confused, and exposed. You hear the twins' voices in the back of your head. ‘Just admit it, you love him.’ Was that what you had been feeling for months on end? Is that the feeling you were feeling now, making your stomach turn? “I missed you,” He whispers and you swear you could feel him press a kiss against the top of your head. It's too much, so suddenly.

“I need to..” you push your body away, scrambling to find any words to get you away, your mind is clouded by thoughts and feelings. “Pants,” You finally let out, leaving Harrison in the living room, stunned at how flustered you had become in the matter of a millisecond.

As soon as you're back in your room, you let out a groan, you're so confused. He missed you? You? y/n? Why would he miss you? All the two of you did was bicker, bicker and flirt. Flirt. Because you did in fact have feelings for Harrison. Feelings that were not not supposed to be had towards him..

“Y/N? Can I come in?” you haven't even put on pants yet when his voice calls to you through the closed door.

“Sure,” You call out to him, desperately searching your floor for the discarded sweats you had had on a few hours before. Nowhere, great. He cleared his throat from behind you, while you were bent over, ass on full display. Fully aware now, of how exposed you are you decide to just crawl under your blanket on your bed.

“Did I do something?” He asked, concern plastered all over his face.

“What? No, why would you think-”

“You just ran from me, like literally ran, after trying to attack me with a golf club,” He points out, making you cringe.

“I- Uh, yeah. I'm sorry about nearly attacking you,” You mumble, a little more embarrassed than you'd like to admit.

“So why'd you run away?” he pondered, watching you closely as you struggled to find your words. Unbeknownst to you Harrison was also having an internal crisis. You were Y/N. Someone Tom considered a little sister, Harry and Sam's best friend, but he couldn't help the way that you made him smile every time you couldn't open a jar, and would defeatedly ask him for help after way too long of attempting it yourself. Or the way you would curse at the line of dirt that you could never seem to sweep into the dustpan. The way you would always make a cup of tea before finishing the last, leaving so many mugs with a single drink all over the place, something that would drive any other person crazy, but he just found it endearing, and was sure if it ever stopped, he would miss it.

“You said you missed me,” You finally managed to say, making a smile spread over Harrison's lips. He took a chance, stepping into your room, towards where you were sitting on the bed, and when you didn't object, he crossed the empty space sitting right next to you.

“I did miss you,” He said, grabbing your hand and squeezing it gently.

“We fight, and argue,” You started, obviously ready to explain all the reasons he shouldn't have missed you.

“And we flirt, and share memories, and glances. You drive me nuts y/n. But the second I step out that door, I miss it all. The obnoxious quirks, the way you can't pronounce some things correctly, no matter how often I correct you. I miss hearing you call out goodnight to me in the nighttime, and how you always wish me to have sweet dreams. I don't know when, or why it happened, but yeah. When I'm gone I miss you,” you feel a tear escape your eye at his confession, not sure exactly what to say or think for that matter. His finger caresses your cheek wiping the tear from your face.

“Haz?” You whisper.

“Yes?” He asks, full attention turned to you.

“I miss you when you're gone too,” You finally admit, a weight lifting from your chest. He's thankful to know his feelings aren't completely one sided. Your admission of missing him is at least enough to confirm that you don't actually hate him. “Can I be honest?” You ask, catching even yourself off guard.

“Please,” He says, waiting for you to say whatever you had to say.

“I- '' You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for rejection and embarrassment, but if you wait much longer, you'll never say what you have to. “I get so irritated with you, because everything you do just draws me in. I can't not stare, or listen. It drives me nuts, to be so flustered by everything that you do, and it's the simple things Haz, the way you insist on sitting on the left side of the couch, or how you always make sure I've eaten after a long day. The way you constantly clean up my mugs that I leave everywhere, and you have never once said a thing about them, even if you have had every right to,” you don't even want to look at him, afraid he will be appalled, but you have to say it. “I’m pretty sure I've managed to fall in love with you, while trying desperately to hate you,” you whisper.

That's enough of a confirmation for Harrison, that you're on the same page. With his hand gently on your face, pulling your chin up towards him, he leans in, pressing his lips ever so gently against yours. And the electricity that you both feel from the slightest touch? Fucking magic.

“I tried so hard not to love you,” He whispers. You look up at him through your lashes, his eyes gazing directly into yours, and it's like you're looking at the sky on a clear summer day. “And dear God did I fail,” he whispers, making you melt. He leans back down, this time kissing you with something so much more. It's meaningful, it's beautiful, it's everything you have wanted without realizing it. Your hands are against his chest, feeling each thud of his heart, while his are cupping your face. He kisses you like his life depends on it, and in that moment it surely feels like it does. He deepens the kiss, his tongue making its appearance in your mouth. It's everything and more. You wrap your arms around his neck, wanting to extend this moment forever, and his slip down to your waist, pulling you closer. He pulls away, and a soft whine escapes your lips.

“Tell me to stop,” He whispers, as he caresses your cheek. Eyes searching your face, making sure he's not crossing a line. You lean into his hand, closing your eyes and letting a soft humm leave your lips. With no objection from you, he reconnects your lips for a third time tonight. This time it's hot, so so hot. You can feel the ache forming in your stomach as his lips move from yours to your neck. You need him, you have to have him, just a little taste and you realize you have been starving. With a swift motion you're straddling him now, leaning down into him instead of leaning up, giving him so much more access to your neck and jaw, and then he remembers an unanswered question from before.

“This is my shirt,” He says, this time it's not a question, just a statement.

“Yeah,” You giggle. His eyebrows raise a bit as he remembers all the shirts that have seemingly disappeared over the last few months.

“Do you have others?” He asks. You feel like you have been caught red handed, nowhere to go or hide.

“I- Yes,” You admit. “I like to sleep in them,”

“In just your underwear?” He asks, to which you shyly nod. He throws his head back and lets out a dramatic sigh. He's done for, “That is so fucking hot,” he mutters before leaning back in taking your bottom lip between his and sucking it slightly. He feels his pants tighten as your hips grind into him instinctively, and you're so wet and warm he can practically feel it through his jeans.

“Hazzy,” you moan as he pushes you down onto him, providing a friction you desperately need, even though it's not what you want.

“What is it?” He asks you, as he does it a second time. Your head falls down onto his shoulder, and you don't know if you can even express what it is you want.

“Can you..” You trail off.

“Can i?” he asks, needing to hear you say it out loud.

“Touch me?” The words are like music to his ears, flipping you onto your back as he slips his hand between your bodies, running his fingers along the damp fabric of your ruined panties. The fact that you're this wet from just kissing is driving him crazy. He slips his hand into your panties, finally sliding his long digits along your slit. One thing about Harrison that drove you absolutely crazy was his hands, because dear god were they perfect, his long fingers and veiny tops, you'd be lying if you said you had never gotten off imagining his fingers in the place of yours, and now, actually having the real thing, you felt like you were flying.

As he slid his finger inside you, you let out a gasp, his being so much bigger than your own, and it being way too long since you had been with anyone.

“Say the word and I'll stop,” He says, as he looks at your face twisted in pleasure, but he can't tell that it's not pain, he's never seen you like this before. This is a whole new territory.

“Please.. Please don't,” You nearly beg as your hips buck against his hand. The smirk that replaces the concern on his face is unbelievably hot, his pupils are blown with lust and you're sure yours are as well. He thrusts his one finger in and out grazing against your spot each and every time, his palm rubbing your clit as he does so. You're going to lose it, this is so much better than you could have ever imagined. He pulls his finger out, causing a whine from you, which quickly turns to a gasp as he replaces it with two. If you're falling apart to his fingers you're not sure how you'll be able to handle his cock.

“Hazzy,” You moan out, right on the brink of losing it.

“Come on my fingers princess,” He coos, and that is precisely what you do, your whole body shakes in pleasure, and your toes curl, and he keeps going, as your walls squeeze tightly around his fingers.

Once your legs finally stop shaking he pulls his hand away, and although that was probably the most powerful orgasm you had ever had, it is not nearly enough. “Haz.” You say quietly as he peppers kisses on your neck.

“Hmm?” He hums.

“Need more, need you,” you say, and his head peaks up, a smile on his face, a bit in excitement, a bit in surprise.

“You sure?” he asks, to which you respond by kissing him, you nibble at his bottom lip, and he lets out a moan. You reach down unbuttoning his jeans and sliding his zipper down, and he assists you in pulling them down. You can clearly see his length through his boxers, his cock, rock hard and leaking on to his boxers, it's flattering. You let your fingers trail his length and you can feel his eyes on your hand, and you're not sure if he's worried, nervous, or excited. You slide his boxers down and his cock springs free, and you can see the violent red hue of the tip, he's begging to be touched and he hasn't even said a thing. You wrap your hand around him and he lets out a gasp at the sudden contact, you stroke your hand up and down a few times before, he pushes you back onto the bed and climbs over you. He slides his fingers in the hem of your panties and slowly drags them down your legs, before dropping them to the floor, and then takes his time lifting his shirt over his head, exposing his chest, you follow suit, and throw the shirt you had on to the ground. You're both completely naked now, no turning back, you've made it this far already.

"Y/n, baby we don't have to," he whispers against your ear.

"Hazzy, stop worrying and fuck me please," you nearly beg as you pull his lips to yours in a desperately hungry kiss.

"Christ," he mutters as he lines himself at your entrance, pushing into you at a slow, agonizing speed. Of course he's only doing this to make sure you're ok, his fingers seemed like so much to your tight pussy he's worried he's going to hurt you. But the way you moan out his name gives him full confidence that you in fact are fine. Once he's fully sure you're fine to take him, he speeds up his thrusts, finding a place that is perfect for the both of you. Your legs wrap around his waist as he pounds into you. You're not sure you're going to last long.

"Not gonna last," you moan into his lips.

"S'okay, me either," he says back. He slips his hand down, rubbing your clit strategically. You let out another loud moan before his name leaves your lips, repeatedly as you convulse around his cock, and it's only one more thrust before he completely empties himself into you.

It's a few quiet moments of your bodies laying flush against each other, enjoying the afterglow of sex. "I'm gonna clean you up," he whispers in your ear before pushing himself up and off of you. He disappears from the room for what feels like an eternity, but is back within a minute with a warm rag and a glass of water, and he then cleans you up, being gentle with how sensitive you now are.

Your eyes get heavy after everything is said and done, and you're worried he's going to disappear from your room, but he lays next to you instead. Pulling you into his arms.

"Hazzy?" You whisper after a few minutes.

"Hmm?"

"Is everything ok with your family?" You ask, getting worried this may have been a lapse in judgement on his part because of heightened emotions.

"Yes. Char decided to give us a scare and disappear for a weekend, so I came back to try and keep my mom from murdering her," he admitted with a chuckle.

"Oh," you giggled.

"Y/n?" He whispers.

"Yeah?"

"I meant it. I missed you," he says, pressing a kiss atop of your head. You smile before falling asleep in his arms. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe it would be forever. All you knew was it felt right.

[swordswoman97]

To Technoblade

A letter of the things I'll never get to say but I hope you know all the same.

The last couple days have been rough. I've been crying more these last couple days than I've cried since I was a child. I didn't even realize I could cry this much. But here I am, typing this through tears because I can't help but feel I have to say it. Maybe because I hope it will help me to come to terms with it or maybe just because I feel I have to say it even if it's just screaming it into the void.

You shouldn't have died. You were so young and so strong. I didn't think you would. I was confident you'd recover. Up until the moment I saw your father sitting there instead of gameplay or you yourself I thought you'd get better. I think that's part of why this hurts so much. A part of me wants to be angry for not getting some sort of warning but I can't. I can't be. I'll never know your reasons for keeping the fact it had come back stronger to yourself. I can merely guess.

I miss you. Despite only starting to watch the DSMP in march of 2021 I miss you. Even in that short time your content was comforting and uplifting. You were funny and witty and it never failed to make me smile, no matter how anxious I got about what was playing out in the story. Even if I didn't always agree with the actions your character took, you, both you and your character, never failed to make lore a bit more cheerful. And the videos I watched of you never failed to do it either.

I know you wouldn't want people sitting around wallowing in misery over it and I hope you can forgive me for doing so anyway. I like to believe you will.

I also know you wouldn't want people to forget. I can only promise to try my best. I'm continuing the story I was writing featuring your character. I'm going to try to continue more. It's gonna take time before your death won't make me emotional but I'm gonna keep going until that day.

I wish your friends and family the best. I know whatever pain I'm feeling. it must be a hundred or even thousand times worse for them. That there are reminders of you everywhere. Your family will have to clean out your room, figure out what to do with all your stuff. Phil will have to face all the things you two built together if he ever returns to the dsmp. Phil, Wilbur, and Tommy will always be reminded of you when they play TF2 due to the memories you shared. I hope they can one day play the game again even with all the memories. I hope they can make new ones.

You once said that despite being an atheist you hope God hesitated before sending you to hell. I believe he did neither. I will continue to believe despite not believing God does not hesitate before letting you into heaven. A man as full of love and positivity as you deserves that.

I never realized just how much impact you had on the world until you were gone. Until over ten thousand voices were crying out in grief all in unison. There are actual news articles about your death. Elon musk even made a comment even if it was weird. I wonder how you'd feel about that. You managed to reach over 13 million subscribes since then. You have more than Tommy again. I think you'd like that. Already Hypixel has gathered enough messages for your family to fill over 200 books. You really were important to a lot of people. I hope you know that. You deserved it. You did a lot of good.

Finally I'd just like to say: Thank you. Thank you for making me smile. Thank you for being strong even when it was difficult. Thank you for everything. I hope whatever was waiting for you on the other side holds only happiness, whether that be heaven, becoming one with the universe, or merely being reborn as someone new.

Thank you Technoblade. And as cheesy as it might be to say despite never truly meeting you, I loved you. You were and always will be important to me. I promise to do all I can to keep your memory alive and your legacy with me.

Rest well king. After everything you've done you deserve your rest.

[poguestvff]

CALL ME BACK P. 2 — JJ MAYBANK

in which, JJ and Y/n finally reconcile whilst sat on the bathroom floor

taglist | masterlist | 1.8k words

warning(s): very small descriptions of wounds, angst if you squint, fluff, for the most part, and nothing else i dont think. she/her pronouns part one !!!

The ringing of the phone beside her hadn't made y/n budge instantly. She wasn't expecting a call, her parents knew where she was and who she was with, her friends knew where she was and who she was with. she didn't exactly think there was a reason for a phone call so she let it ring. When a soft ding followed it, the boy beside her let out a sigh.

She raised from the bed, sitting up as she stretched her arms above her head. Y/n picked up her phone from the small table as she noticed the photo she had tried posting finally went through, the tagging of Topper's account making his phone go off as well. She swiped down to the notification center, finding a voicemail from JJ. Her heart seemed to sink within her chest momentarily. She hadn't seen that name in a couple of days, hadn't come in contact with him in a couple of weeks.

It wasn't something she wanted, it was something she needed. Something they needed; Space from one another. She should've seen it coming, hurdling at her at a rapid pace since the time they'd began dating, but she ignored just about every sign until it was right in front of her. She never blamed him, she never would blame him. Y/n understood he had a troubled time showing affection, he was her best friend after all, she knew him in and out, there was no reason to not hold a candle to his name.

Seeing his name made a mountain of things run through her head. Questions upon questions on whether she should listen but a gut feeling made her decision final as she lifted the device to her ear. "Uh, hey. Hey, Y/n/n." She could hear the shakiness, the sound of hesitance that wavered within his voice. "I don't know why I called... Yes, I do. I just really need someone right now and—and everyone's gone. I didn't know who to call except you. Just... just if you get a minute call me back." Then the line went silent.

She looked over to Topper, the boy sleeping sound beside her on his stomach previously though now he lay, staring right back at her. "Was that maybank?" He asked in a groggy tone, a yawn following as he rubbed at his eyes. She hummed, pushing her legs over the side of the bed. "Why did he call?"

"I uh... he didn't say." she said in a low, confused tone, holding the phone in her lap. She couldve called him back, she probably should've. But she didn't know how she'd react if she heard his voice and have to listened to his pained tone again. She typed out several different messages, all in preparation to send but she couldn't decide on which one immediately.

"It's too early, just go back to sleep." Topper said, pulling lightly at the back of her shirt. She looked over her shoulder to him, seeing a tired smile on his face that she didn't reciprocate. "What?"

"I really have to go, Top." She told him as he let out a sigh, turning over on to his back to stare at the ceiling. "He needs me—"

"Just like how Pope needed you to come to dinner the other day or like how Kiara needed your help to chose an outfit."

She clicked her teeth, shaking her head as she stood, setting the phone on the bed. "Don't be an ass." She muttered, grabbing her hoodie from the floor as she threw it over her head. "This is different."

"Tell me how it's different."

"It's JJ! That's how it's different." She exclaimed, hands tossing up before settling at her hips. "If he needs someone and I'm the person he calls, it's not for a dinner date and it's not fashion advice. it's because he genuinely needs someone."

She wasn't quite sure why Topper was so upset over this. they weren't dating, they were just close friends. Friends who spent the night together, watching comedy movies until they cried of laughter. Nothing more, she didn't doubt that for a second. Especially when she knew even when she did these things with JJ, there was always the happy, bubbly feeling within her that didn't feel the same with Topper.

And so the boy rolled his head over to her, fingers thumping against his chest. She couldn't tell what was going on in his head. He hadn't looked angry and there wasn't a frown on his face. It almost looked like he was expecting this, expecting her to defend JJ, tooth and nail. "Then go, y/n."

He looked like he had more to say, like he was biting his tongue, but if he had, he kept those thoughts to himself. "I will." She said, grabbing her phone and her keys, placing them in her back pocket to leave the thornton house.

She sat in the drivers side, pulling her phone from her pocket as the second she'd opened it, JJ's contact was still there. She still hadn't decided on what to send and so she finalized her messaging that she was on the way, sending that she was on her way and a heart. Which, ironically, was the same heart, once again, that they had sent weeks ago before for the last time in their last and final text conversation.

Driving the direct route that she'd known to the chateau had made her stomach feel unnerved. She’d recognized every turn, every stop sign, and the dirt road leading up to the plot. Finding that the front door was not properly closed, clearly slammed as she remembered that the screen was missing a screw causing it to need to be closed slow. The creaky door made someone in the house move as Y/n entered. "JJ?" She asked, making her way further into the home. "Jay, it's just me."

Another noise came from the bathroom as she moved around the corner, seeing JJ sat on the floor. The back of his head was against the wall and his eyes were closed though soft tear streaks shined across his cheeks from the way the light hit them. He opened his eyes finally, only side eyeing Y/n as she stood at the doorway. "i'm sorry."

"Don’t even think about apologizing." She said, pushing his feet back lightly to open the bottom cabinet, finding the medicinal items she needed. She sat in front of him, her knees digging into the hard wood floor below them. She could feel his eyes on her every move while she poured the alcohol onto a small hand towel. "This is gonna sting."

"I know." He replied, a sad smile coming on her face as she began to clean up the small cuts on his cheeks and the split lip. Her opposite hand held his chin lightly, dragging the towel lightly over his skin. She avoided all eye contact, he knew that for a fact as his eyes darted around her face.

She sat back on her ankles as she pointed at his shirt. He nodded, arms raising though wincing in the process as she rushed to his aid, helping him pull the dirty tee from over his head. The bruises that had become more prominent in the time of him waiting on the floor had caused for a heavy feeling to settle in her chest but she didn't say a thing, continuing to work in silence to help ease his pain just enough, leaving at one point to grab a cold beer from the fridge to place against his abdomen since there wasn't a single thing in the freezer other than the quarter filled ice tray.

"So...you and Topper." He said as she tilted his head to the side to clean the blood from the side of his jaw. She gave him a rather chagrined glare. "Sorry, just looking out."

"You don't have to look out anymore." She mumbled as he frowned. "And no... Topper and i— never." she cut herself off.

He went silent for a second, feeling the way her short nails scratched at the side of his cheek lightly. "You’re wrong." he said, suddenly, in Y/n's opinion as she gave him a confused look. "i always have to look out for you. like... like how you're doing right now."

"That’s different." She said for the second time that day.

"You wanna tell me how?"

She sighed, placing her hands in her lap as she sat back. "It just is, JJ. I’m sitting here cleaning your stupid... wounds like old times. This is nothing new."

"And because you and topper's friendship is new, it's different?" he asked. She placed her hands over her face, letting out a low groan against them. "It it's different because we're exes? Because you and Topper dating shouldn't be any of my concern now? News flash, you and Topper even remotely being friends was one of my concerns when we were friends."

She moved her hands from her face, staring at him. "No. what? No, what are you talking about? I didn't even come here to argue about topper, I don't get why it's even a topic right now." she said, her voice faltering near the end before she began leaning forward again to place a bandaid over his cheek.

"Because you know..." he trailed as she didn't even bother stopping. "You’re not... his."

"So what? I’m yours, is that what you're insinuating?" she asked, collecting the trash into her hand.

He didn't answer immediately, fiddling with his fingers in his lap instead. "Yeah." He mumbled. it was clear to him that she had not expected that answer. She stopped, pulling back again, so they could look directly at one another. "I didnt just call you because I could, I called you cause I needed you. I couldve called anyone but I called you because you know me best and i know you best. I know you well enough that you'd drop whatever you were doing for me. That's selfish, yes, but I needed you. Not want, need. A want would be that i want you back."

He was right because that's exactly what she did. And she knew him well enough to see the way he suck his shoulders just slightly in fear of what she'd say next. What she did next. Y/n's hands moved to rest on both of his cheeks, leaning forward to press a light kiss to his forehead before hugging him to her chest. "It didn't work out the first time." She told him in a lower tone.

"That was a trial run, i know what not to do." It was a joke, she knew. He had terrible timing. She heard the emphasis on the ‘I’, implying that he was the only one who made mistakes with the relationship. She let out a very minimal laugh at this, shaking her head at his antics.

She pulled back, running her thumb over the bandaid on his cheek. "We know what not to do." She correct him, placing a gentle kiss to his lips that he returned.

And within that moment, They both knew they were neither a want or need for one another. They were both.

[mattsvn]

CHANCE BALL LOVE!

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x gn!reader

Genre: Meet ugly! strangers to lovers! Getting hit in the head with a volleyball!

Warnings: Blood, head injury, concussion, did I mention getting hit in the head with a volleyball? Food hehe, that's all.

WC: 2.4K

Summary: After being hit with a volleyball by the ace and U19 athlete, Ushijima Wakatoshi, you find yourself laying in the nurse's office, with a bag of ice on your head and a boy apologizing every two minutes for that terrible accident. As the times goes by, you realize that not only you were hit by a ball, but by destiny, and more important, love.

A/N: I'm so excited for this piece! This is a collab for HQHQ (now Anilysium!) The masterlist is here! I hope you like this piece! Reblogs are appreciated!

Life is made up of 90% causality and 10% coincidence.

That was what your mother used to say, with her hands covered with flour up to her elbows, while she prepared one of those delicious desserts. Possibly as a result of all her years perfecting her technique as a pastry chef, but, as in that, she considered that everything had to be planned, measured, and calculated.

On the other hand, your father was always talking about how fate made everything line up perfectly for things in his life to come in abundance, he would happily tell about the coincidences in his life, although the answer was always the same, a debate between the two of them as to what was the truth.

A skeptical pastry chef and a dreamy lawyer, a match made in heaven.

Whatever it had been, causality or causality, you never thought a hit of luck would be so...literal.

It was unusual for you to be in Shiratorizawa's volleyball gymnasium, if you had managed to get into such a prestigious high school it was because of the impeccable grades you always had, sports were not a priority.

You weren't afraid of balls, but, the way everyone was spiking the ball was about to cause you a headache, especially Ushijima Wakatoshi, the school's ace, one of the best athletes in the country.

"Why are we here, again?" you asked, your gaze wandering between the various players and the sound of balls hitting everywhere making the conversation feel distorted.

"Because they" one pointed out, to the rest of the girls looking around the court excitedly "want to see Semi Eita, the pretty boy with the grey hair" she gestured to the boy in the corner, slamming the ball to the ground unaware that they were watching.

"Ah" you replied, somewhat bored, grabbing your backpack and standing up. "Good luck with that, I have to get home early" you said, waving goodbye to everyone.

To leave, or at least, to do it in a faster way, the door that led out of the building, and through which you had to go through the court, was the best option, as it took longer to take the way inside the corridors. The only option as you made your way down the bleachers.

The only thing you heard, with your eyes glued to the ground, trying to go completely unnoticed was a "WATCH OUT!" that made you look up before you saw nothing but darkness.

"I don't know, Wakatoshi-kun, looks like you did kill her" a voice was heard in the distance, the light irritating your eyes if you tried to open them. Still, only because of your stubbornness, you tried to get up without anyone else's help.

"I don't think it's best if you stand up now" you heard a deeper voice, but you didn't know exactly where it was coming from.

"I'm fine" you whispered, placing a hand on where you assumed you had been hit with the volleyball, feeling a warm liquid staining it. It wasn't possible that a spike had cracked your forehead open, right?

Right?

"I'm fine, I have to go" as you stood up, opening your eyes, everything was spinning. An arm went around your shoulders, stopping you from falling back to the ground, firm, but at the same time gentle.

"You need to go to the infirmary, you're bleeding" the voice now seemed to be closer, a little more stable, but, no way did you feel you could even move without throwing up or passing out again, what the fuck had that hit been? Could someone hit someone that hard just with a serve?

The answer was yes, and the name, Ushijima Wakatoshi.

You barely felt it when, just like that, he lifted you off the ground, although it seemed that your body felt it. A piece of something, probably cloth or gauze stopped the bleeding. You kept repeating that at least they let you walk, that you were okay, even though, clearly, you had the symptoms of a concussion.

"Are you all right, can you tell me where you are?" questioned Ushijima, entering a room. You had finally managed to open your eyes and recover from the dizziness.

"I'm fine, we're at the high school" you whispered, looking at Ushijima for the first time.

Even if you had gone to games before, you had never seen that look on Wakatoshi's face, a mixture of fear and worry, accompanied by his pale face and a barely noticeable bloodstain on his shirt.

"You can wait outside, dear boy," said the nurse, slightly terrified by what had happened.

A couple of hours passed before they managed to let you go, after calling your parents and making sure you didn't leave the building unless you were accompanied. You didn't need stitches, and that was a huge plus, but still, you left the infirmary with a gauze pad on your forehead, some candy, and a chance to take the rest of the week off to rest, which wasn't such a bad outcome.

You closed the door behind you, looking sideways at Wakatoshi on the floor, who got up almost immediately, still looking scared, even his gaze lingered for a few seconds on the patch on your forehead, which reminded him of the fact that he had accidentally hit you with a volleyball while practicing his serves.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, looking disheveled, and as if he had done nothing more than wait in the hallway until everything was in order.

"Oh, don't worry, Ushijima-san, I'm fine" you assured, but it didn't seem to be enough for him.

"I'm so sorry, let me take you home to be sure you arrive safely" he asked, with his hands behind his back and his head slightly bent down, like a child discovered stealing the candy from the counter.

"My parents are here to take me home, don't worry" you assured, glancing sideways at the door, somewhat far away. "You can walk me to the car, if you like."

"Of course" he nodded, walking beside you. Up close he looked even taller than he was, his expression calm and his gaze fixed straight ahead, though, he seemed to have a doubt that would leave his lips at any moment "Would you allow me to walk you to school tomorrow?"

You looked at him with raised eyebrows, somehow, the sound of just both of your footsteps in the hallway was comforting, soothing. It wasn't awkward, or uncomfortable. Ushijma didn't believe in awkward silences, because to him actions said more than words, and, that a question shouldn't be answered right away. So, the way to the entrance was nothing more than waiting for an honest, and safe, answer.

"I got permission to miss classes for the rest of the week, in case the concussion gets complicated, because I have to rest" you began, letting again the calm silence take center stage for a couple of seconds. "Then I won't be back until Monday, but maybe you can come for dinner tomorrow?"

"If you accept that as my apology for hurting you, then by all means" he took the door, allowing you to leave before him, there was still a bit of a walk to the main entrance. "Although, I would like to cook"

"Oh, I didn't know you cooked," you smiled, looking up at him. Ushijima looked down, and, you could swear he was smiling too. "If that's what you prefer, I'd love to."

The rest of the walk was quiet, and calm. Ushijima said goodbye to you after introducing himself to your parents, and apologizing again. In the rearview mirror you saw him standing there, waiting until he didn't see the car to go home.

He was really worried, and it would probably take him a few days to stop being scared about what had just happened. He was even willing to be scolded by the coach for missing two days of practice, just to make sure everything was in order.

Likewise, even if it would be a whole day before you saw Ushijima, he decided to call you just before he went to bed. And at lunchtime, because doing it earlier would surely have woken you up. He didn't talk too much, he let you talk about how annoying the doctors at the hospital had been when you went to check that everything was okay, and all the boring time you spent there.

He called back as soon as he got out of school, to make sure the details of the dinner were ready, he would bring the food, and some dessert, and, you would bring the drinks. You had to convince him though, otherwise he would have bought everything, he would have even brought plates and silverware from his own house.

Wakatoshi took the job of bringing the food seriously, as much as he could buy anything on the way home, he decided to make something himself. The menu was simple, yakisoba, yukari rice balls with an egg on top of each dish. As for dessert, he decided not to risk it, and preferred to buy those box cakes that had been quite popular lately, and, some condensed milk truffles that Tendou gave him as a gift as, he assured, you would love them.

Your parents could be quite reluctant to invite a boy to the house, but, after proposing the idea that you could clean up the picnic table you had in the backyard, where there was a space convenient enough for them to peek in just a little to feel safe, they agreed almost immediately.

During the afternoon, the question you wanted to ignore came out of nowhere, could that be considered a date, and should you dress for the occasion? It didn't seem like anything would match a forehead injury, or that anything would hide it. The result ended up being something you would wear if you were going out with friends, simple, and appropriate for the sunny day out.

Ushijima arrived exactly at the appointed time, and, reluctantly from your parents, you opened the door without them intruding. Looking at him, you failed to understand the nervous feeling that traveled from your heart to the tips of your fingers, making them tremble. Standing with a bag in his left hand, his hair slightly tousled and a bouquet of flowers in the other. Yet another gesture of apology, right?

"Hi, I brought some flowers" he pointed out, extending them. Your hand gently brushing his as you took them, white roses with green accents that made the bouquet look incredibly elegant.

"I already told you that you didn't have to keep apologizing, Ushijima" you mentioned, taking the flowers. "We'll eat outside then you don't need to take off your shoes, but let me go get a vase."

"You look good today" he spoke out of nowhere, making you look at him even though you were already halfway down the aisle. "You look good in those clothes" he seemed to be trying to smile, but you weren't sure. You smiled anyway, grateful for the compliment.

You returned with the bouquet, which would now serve as a decoration for the picnic. You could feel the intense gaze of your parents even if they tried to hide when they peeked, or, according to them, "watched" that everything was in order.

"Are you feeling better then?" he asked, looking at how simply decorated the picnic table was but somehow looked incredibly cozy, with perfect tree shade.

As was now usual, Wakatoshi didn't talk more than usual, at least not at first, he wanted to hear about how you were feeling, and how many days you would be out of school, although you assured him that you would be back to your activities by next Monday, and that, your friends would take care of sending you the homework you needed. Then the questions about him began.

You learned a lot, how he learned to play volleyball at a young age, his interest in cooking but his almost zero ability to make desserts. My mother could make some, you laughed, drinking some cranberry juice in a wine glass, your father's idea. He told you about his new interest in plants, and his father's work out of the country. Even some good anecdotes about the volleyball team.

Dessert was something completely different, by that time, she started to excitedly explain his last game, and what it was like to be in the Olympics. Although it wasn't as noticeable, you could tell in the way his lips curved into a slight smile as he tried to find the right words to define how he felt.

Reluctantly, and after offering to do the dishes, you said no, keeping the bento boxes with the promise that you would bring lunch on Monday for both of you, and now a wide smile on his face, even when he had to go home.

The following Monday came terribly slow, with the only thing that made it better being that Ushijima had not stopped her constant calls, the day possibly delayed by dark clouds heralding torrential rain.

"You don't have to keep apologizing anymore, look, even the wound has healed" you said, to Ushijima who was standing at the entrance, now with a box of the truffles you had liked so much, and which he had now made.

"I know. But I'd really like to walk with you at school" he smiled. "If you'll let me.

"I'd love to."

Life is made up of 80% causality and 20% chance, and, although you wouldn't want to repeat the literal hit of luck you received, you hadn't wanted it any other way.

Going to the gym because your friends wanted to see a cute boy on the volleyball team, having to leave early because you had things to do at home, leaving through the door you had to walk through on the court, getting hit in the head with a volleyball, only to end up walking to school with him, fingers barely brushing, a tender kiss on the cheek before he left.

Eating now inside the house, holding hands, a kiss on the corner of the lips. Waiting in the bleachers for practice to end, a number one jacket covering you from the rain.

The worst way to get to know each other, and, somehow, it seemed you were made for one another.