#or milk (i haven't drunk milk in months)

[konigsblog]

könig is the type to drink milk and actually enjoy it...🥛

he especially loves strawberry flavoured milk, he drinks it far too often, and goes through a litre in one single day.

he drinks more milk than he does water, it's his favourite.

[mpregandproud]

The man of my dreams

Getting pregnant was the best thing I've ever done in my life. I used to be the invisible kid in class. I was skinny, unattractive, nobody noticed me. I never had a boyfriend, and I had a hard time finding a guy to fuck. But sometimes life has surprises in store.

One night at a fraternity party I got drunk and woke up the next day naked on a bed. I didn't remember anything that had happened the day before, but something in me felt different.

It took me a couple of weeks to figure out what it was. That night I don't remember I got pregnant. I was carrying a baby.

A month into the pregnancy, my belly was already showing a little. My skin glowed, my hair looked better than ever and my body grew. Something clicked with my fellow faculty members because from that day on I started getting visitors in my room or they would offer to accompany me to the bathrooms every time I had to leave class to pee. And it only got better as the months went by.

Frank, Isaak, Daniel, David, Aaron, Scott, Bruce, Bob… there wasn't a guy who didn't approach me since I got pregnant. Tall, muscular, blondes, brunettes, attractive, and with huge dicks. My ass had never had such a good time as it had these past few months.

But there was only one problem. The one guy I'd always liked, the one I'd been talking to at that party nine months ago, George, was the only one who hadn't paid any attention to me. He was the most handsome man I'd ever seen. Tall, athletic, intelligent, dark hair and beard. Someone mysterious, but successful. The man of my life, even if he didn't know it yet.

These last few weeks, on the other hand, my sexual activity has slowed down quite a bit. My huge belly, I am expecting triplets after all, prevents me from going to class every day. The doctor has recommended me to rest, so my encounters have gone. My pleasure lately is to eat like a pig, while lying in my underwear on the couch watching episodes of Friends.

One of these days, while I was devouring two huge pizzas, the doorbell rang. With great difficulty I got up and approached the door. I had to stop a couple of times, because for the last couple of days the contractions have started. I'm about to give birth, it's nothing unusual.

When I opened the door my water almost broke. The man that was waiting only lives in my dreams. George was standing there, wearing a tight white T-shirt that showed all his muscles. I didn't know how to react, I didn't know what to say, I was speechless:

- "Hello, handsome" - He said to me with a perfect smile.

- "H... h... hi. What are you doing here?" - I answered with a blush on my face. Was that a dream I was seeing?

- "I think you have something that's mine… ours. Don't you?"

- "What do you mean?" - I was speechless again. What would I want to say.

- "Nine months ago we were together... don't you remember? I was scared after fucking you, it was my first time with a man and I never felt that good with someone. I was stupid, I ran away and I haven't dared to come back here".

- "You? Was it you? Did you get me pregnant?"

- "Yes, I think I did. I spent the night with you, we were together all the time and after many drinks you took me to bed."

- "Thank you. I couldn't say anything else..."

- "Thank you?"

- "Yes, thank you for giving me the greatest gift of my life." - We were both crying and smiling at the same time.

- "Get the over here!" - He grabbed my face with his two strong hands and kissed me with a passion I had never felt before.

We kissed and went to the bed. He helped me take off my boxers and ate my whole cock. Fuck, what is this, I've never been so hard. If I didn't cum four times I didn't cum any, and this had only just begun.

With the same confidence with which he appeared in my house he grabbed my belly on both sides and kissed every inch of my skin and sucked my breasts that were already a considerable size with milk. My body was filled with an electricity that I had never experienced before. I was in heaven. This is real love.

When I thought it was all over, he opened my legs and pushed his penis in. A slow, gentle movement. The gentleness, the pleasure, the rhythm. Again, this man is a sex god, and the father of my children. He is mine. He is mine. HE IS MINE.

And then... the waters broke. A whirlwind of water rushed out of me. The three little people who united us forever were coming. In the end I will not give birth alone, George is here with me. Dad and daddy, finally together.

[the-final-sif]

what is your opinion on the situation?

I've been at work all day so I haven't been able to sit down with stuff fully, it also seems like Caiti is planning to release a statement later today with more information I think? So I'd like to get her response there, but based on what I've seen so far I think I fall more on the side of "people made some dumb choices and should learn from them" than anything else.

Consent is messy and it gets messier when people start lying or are drunk. In this case, both Caiti and George were drunk. From what I understand, either Caiti had a 21+ wristband from the vidcon party, or her friend group did and assumed since she was drinking with them, she was also 21+.

Honestly, when it comes to the matter of underage drinking, I don't think it's even remotely fair to place blame on Dream/George for that. The blame there lies with Caiti deciding to drink while under 21, and on her friends, Ghostie and the other person present who were both over 21. Unlike Dream/George, both of them knew Caiti and knew exactly how old she was and were letting her drink. They were also letting her drink with no one sober and no one making sure she got home.

Now, Caiti is 18 and also I'm not a goddamn square, I'm not gonna stand here and be like "oh no drinking at 18 clutch my pearls" but like, if people are going to blame other people for that situation, that very much lies with Caiti's friends who knew they had an underage person drinking with them. I feel like people are weirdly assigning blame to Dream/George for not like, iding every person they hang out with (particularly if she had a 21+ bracelet at vidcon, which would mean she already got IDed). While completely avoiding placing any blame on the people who 100% knew they were taking an 18 year old drinking without a doubt.

Putting that aside, from my understanding George's side is he believed at the time that she was having fun, and the most they did was cuddle on a couch with other people there. He believed at the time that everything was cool, and that she later decided she was uncomfortable with what happened.

Honestly, I don't really think that's an unfair reading. At this same party, her best friend was there and from Ghostie's own words, she also didn't realize Caiti was uncomfortable until several months later when Caiti told her. If her best friend didn't notice she was uncomfortable or see anything wrong, then I find it hard to think anyone else would pick up on it.

There's certainly risks taken here that I wouldn't have taken. I think that George needs to do better with checking for consent and maybe vetting the people you're hanging out with. Although I also understand that doing a full background check on everyone you ever meet is an absurd requirement and if, at the time, they trusted the person that they actually invited, I get how that shit happens. Per consent, given that he was also drunk, I get how it may've appeared to him that he had consent. I do think it's still something to work on, but I'm also perfectly aware that in real life, people are often going off vibes and social cues, and sometimes those don't mash.

I also think that Caiti's friends have been pretty shitty throughout this. They take no responsibility for having let an 18 year old drink and then ditching her. They are absolutely milking drama out of this shit and they have a weird obsession with blaming Dream for shit he had no fault in.

As for Dream, I don't think he did anything wrong here. Full stop. If Caiti's best friend didn't notice that she was uncomfortable or unhappy, it's insanely unreasonable to expect Dream to have managed that. He was also drunk and hanging out with people, and he had no way of knowing Caiti was underage. None of that shit was his fault, and his statement seems very measured and reasonable. People are trying to blame him for things that he had absolutely no part in, and the UK group are absolutely trying to pull that shit.

Overall, sounds like several people involved made dumb choices, I hope they learn and grow. Otherwise all of this honestly sounds like shit that should've been talked out privately and not tossed to the internet for speculation. Human beings are messy and will fuck up sometimes. This feels like a case of miscommunication and people making risky choices that left people with some hurt.

Again, I may change my mind with further evidence presented, but that's how it feels to me.

[simpjaes]

mtl to be into pegging.............

MTL: hyung line + to be into pegging

most

★ jake: the obvious first choice is jake. i think he'd be into equality in the bedroom when he's not absolutely pussy drunk. i don't think he would prefer it over fucking you, but i also know he'd be into prostate milking and cumming in different ways that don't have to involve penetrating you. i uh...i think he'd be into double-headed dildo stuff with you too. idk, like the idea of being sooooooo messy, both of you panting and whining for more......til you're both out of breath and all fucked out. and with pegging, he'd be holding the base of his cock while you slide in deep, hitting his prostate repeatedly til he has to let go and grab onto you or the sheets, ultimately drenching himself in cum, crying through it. AAAAAAAAAAAA, anyway, i think he could ride, be ridden, and enjoy all of it. jake is truly capable of anything and everything in the bedroom and i just think that's sooooo fucking neat

☆ sunghoon: he probably wouldn't like, ask for it or anything but be down if you are. most men probably do like having the g-spot in their ass stimulated though. i see it as, he'd probably do it more on his own for experimenting purposes bc jake told him some crazy stuff, ended up liking it, then you'd catch him one day all bent over with his fingers in his ass :( you'd of course find it quite interesting bc it's not like you haven't thought about it. Asking him if he would wanna try to take more than a couple of fingers. he'd definitely be like "hahaha....yeah i guess", trying to hide how willing he is to be as stretched open as you are for him.

★ jay: some would say jay would never. but this is my blog and //i// say he would absolutely at least try it and probably fucking lie about liking it while absolutely drained and covered in his own cum. i'm talking, absolutely drenched up to his chin in his own cum while looking you in the eye and saying "idk if i liked that, kinda hurt more than i was expecting." and like, i think after the fact he wouldn't really request to do it again but also wouldn't be totally against it on a rare occasion. after all, he can at least admit like three months later that he's never felt an orgasm like that and when you pressed down on his abdomen and fucked him real deep, he couldn't breathe bc it felt so good. also probably not against a finger or two in his ass while he's got your legs spread. after all, at the end of the day, it's just pleasure and he's a big fan of not only feeling good himself, but seeing that glint in your eye when you make him feel good too.

☆ heeseung: i mean, he loooooooooooooooves anal but if anyone is getting fucked in the ass it's gonna be you, sorry babe. i think, similar to jay, he might be ok with a finger in his ass or maybe a bit of ass eating [gotta be on his terms], but i don't think he'd let you have that much control over his body. he sees how you act when he pushes in, he feels how tight it is and how pained you look from time to time. why in the fuck would he wanna feel that himself rather than the way your walls hug his dick? even when you tell him you love it, even when you try and argue like "well if you get to put it in my ass, i get to put it in yours!!" nah. you know better than anyone that he calls the shots, and if he wanted something that big in his ass he'd just try it on his own because again, no one is gonna be allowed to see him like that, not even you.

least

[corn-fanfiction]

SAVIOUR COMPLEX (PT. 2)

Rated: M

TAGS: language/ drunk and disorderly content/ Mark Hoffman being a c*p/ reader is normal and likes to do normal things/Mark is protective bc it's his job but he's also problematic/ because he's a cop

(Pt 1)

The next day, you go into work as normal.

Scratch that- you do everything as normal. Brush your teeth, get dressed, eat a bagel and have some coffee, lock your door as normal.

What is not normal is the car idling outside your apartment. The windows are somewhat tinted, but you can still see the silhouette inside. You grumble, sigh, duck your head. But you still hear the car door open and close as you try to flee.

"Y/n! What the hell are you doing?"

You stop, turn.

"Walking to work. Same as I always do."

"You're in witness protection and you think you're gonna walk 15 minutes to work?"

"What happened to keeping out of each other's way?"

"Get in the car."

Your eyebrows shoot up in shock.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm just trying to do my job. Get in the car."

"Look, whatever happened with you at work is none of my business so don't take it out on me. I'm walking, unless you wanna arrest me I'm not getting in the back of that car."

For a split second you see something flash across his face that you realize is him actually considering it. But he drops his hands from his hips, mutters something, then gets back in his car. You're half worried he'll roll next to you the entire time, but he speeds off, presumably to the restaurant. Whatever, you think. 15 minutes of peace.

You feel a bit more energized by the time you reach work. It's a brisk morning. Smoke curls into the air from a cigarette pinched between the lips of a line cook on a milk crate. He nods to you and smokes to the end of ashes and embers. A bell rings as you enter from the backdoor into the server's alley. You move to your locker, decorated with peeling stickers that had been gifted to you by your previous mentor. When you came in five years ago, you didn't have any stickers for your book or your locker, so you got to pick from the bottom of the bin. A Budweiser bottle, a Limp Bizkit logo, and a Hello Kitty silhouette. Not you at all, but has become you still.

"Y/n!"

You turn. Around the corner, Gerry pokes their head, which is riddled with blue hair and silver piercings. A little younger than you, but you still always thought they were so cool.

"You have a table."

"What?? I haven't even clocked in yet."

Gerry shrugs. "He asked for you."

Your stomach sinks, and you know exactly who is waiting for you.

After you clock in, you fold your apron and fasten it around the front, tucking your book into the pocket. You blow out a puff of air, straighten out your shirt, shake out your hands, then step into the front of house.

Immediately you clock Mark sitting at the corner table of your section. Fury lights you up and you fight the waitressing urge to grab a menu and napkin.

You storm over to him and he looks up from his paper like an asshole.

"No menu?"

"I don't wanna get fired after shoving it up your ass."

“Assaulting a police officer?”

“You can’t be here.”

“It’s my job,” he returns his attention to the paper.

"At the very least, you're taking up a two top."

"I tip."

You scoff. "You're fucking unbelievable."

"Can I get the chicken salad?"

So he's been in here before. Asshole didn't even need the menu.

"White or wheat?"

"Wheat?"

"Toasted?"

"What do you think?"

"Raw, then?"

He smirks and you feel the blood rush to your face. You elect not to respond. He better tip you 200% just for getting on your nerves.

Your other tables are fine. There's one that tips you like shit but you know it won't kill your earnings. And, luckily, Mark does tip well and leaves when he's done. You do get a sense that he's waiting in his car outside. You almost feel bad for the guy. Almost.

And yeah, you know he's only doing his job and he didn't ask for it. But if this is what the first day is like, who knows what you're in for in another month.

God, another month? You should be so unlucky.

Once lunch shift is over and you do tip out, Gerry catches you.

"Hey! I'm pulling a double but do you want to go out tonight?"

You toss the idea around in your head. Gerry is the only one who can get you out of your apartment. Otherwise, you're happily indoors, watching a movie or trying and failing to knit. You also consider the fact that Mark will probably have to sit in the corner grumpily and the idea makes you smirk.

"You know what? Let's do it."

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You know what you're doing.

You know what you're doing and he hates it.

Sure, being at the restaurant was his own, weird little form of entertainment, but at least he bought something and tipped you well, despite your poor attitude. But this is rude. He has important work to be done, and he can't have your little rendezvouses fucking it up. He needs to shake you, and fast. The best he can do is lie low as Jigsaw until they determine you're no longer in any danger. Not that you are, anyway.

That is, as long as you don't keep getting in his way.

You're going out to a bar which, even though he knows you're safe, is still monumentally stupid because you don't know that. And you're all dolled up for some attention.

Mark shakes his head from inside his car. However much you get on his nerves, he's not a misogynist or anything. Yay, you get to go out and look nice doing it. Meanwhile, he has to babysit you. He just hopes your tolerance is high or you don't drink too much. The last thing he wants is to drag your ass out of that bar and tuck you in at home.

Granted, you're not foolish enough to walk this time, but he knows you'd rather eat glass than have him drive you, so your friend from the restaurant picks you up. He follows.

It's not the seediest place ever, but it's definitely not a bar he'd frequent. He gives you and your friend a moment before he follows in behind you. He finds a high-top table and sits. It's not the kind of bar where someone takes orders, so he just sits and watches you.

You do seem looser than before. Your hair is down and your lips are red and your skirt is tight. You're doing shots with the friend from work- the one with the blue hair. A couple of guys come up and offer to buy you two drinks and Mark straightens a little, awareness on higher alert. But you don't seem bothered, so he decides not to worry about it too much.

An hour passes.

You're on your fifth tequila shot with a beer between and he's starting to get worried. Not that he thinks you can't handle yourself, even if you can't, but from the little speech you gave him in his office, it doesn't seem like your usual evening. Maybe that's a good thing, but he still keeps a watchful eye on you.

Another hour passes.

He glances at his watch impatiently. When he looks back up, you're wobbling over to him and he shifts, ready to balance you or walk you to the car.

"At ease, detective," you slur with a mock salute. "Gerry's taking me home when we're done, so you can skeedadle."

Mark scoffs. "Gerry may be taking you home, not that they seem in any position to be driving, but I leave when you leave. Just act like I'm not here."

"Well, your glaring is scaring people away. I'm having a hard time enjoying myself when you're staring every suitor down like you're my possessive boyfriend or something."

Jesus, is that what she really thinks? Mark wonders. That he's trying to drive people away from you?

"Just doing my job, sweetheart."

The pet name slips out between his lips before he has the good sense to bite it back. He hides his genuine surprise with himself with a sneer.

"And what a shit job it is," you mutter. "Not even gonna buy a drink?"

"I'm on the clock."

"You look like a fuckin' narc, dude."

"Probably because I don't want any drunk assholes to bother me."

You give it a moment to sink in, then scoff, then turn away, heading back to the bar. He hadn't meant it like that, not exactly, anyway. Oh well. It got you to leave him alone.

A third hour.

Mark decides this isn't healthy behavior, because at this point you're going to get alcohol poisoning or something, especially judging by your shit tolerance level. He also just wants to go home and sleep. Fuck his night job, he's tired.

He stands and comes up behind you and Gerry, tapping the bartop between them. Gerry sees him first.

"Ugh, get lost, creep!"

Mark ignores them and turns to you. "I think it might be time to go."

You roll your eyes and the action makes you dizzy. "Fuck you, Hoffman. You're not my fucking mother. If this is how I want to spend my evening, let me."

"I wouldn't give a shit except it's my job to make sure you're safe, and right now your sense of self-preservation has gone out the window."

Gerry looks between the two of you. "Y/n, do you know this guy?"

You blow a raspberry at your drink. "Unfortunately. It's a long story. I'll tell you once he leaves." You shoot daggers at Mark.

Mark sighs, braces his hands on his hips. "Don't be difficult. Remember, I'm a cop. I got no problem hauling you out of here."

You gawk at him. "Do you want to lose your job, golden-boy? Cause that's not how you get back on the team with the other big kids."

You're really grinding on his nerves now. He's actually trying to help you and you're too drunk to know it.

"Okay, that's enough."

Mark makes the mistake of taking you by the bicep and you shrug him off with a surprising amount of strength, but it still takes you out of your seat.

"Get the fuck offa me!" you hiss. The look in your eyes spells out danger and the willingness to make a scene, so he puts up his hands.

"Just come outside, then."

"Hey, buddy. We got a problem, here?"

Mark turns and behind him stands one of the two men that had been hanging around you earlier. Fuck. People are starting to quiet down and watch what's turning into a show. Mark curses himself.

"No problem. Just helping the lady."

"Well maybe she doesn't want your help."

The man steps closer. He's taller than Mark, sure, but also buzzed and therefore too disoriented to really threaten any damage.

Still, Mark needs to diffuse the situation.

"Look, why don't you and your friends go get another drink and let me do my job, alright?"

Mark turns back to face you but the man lands a hand on his shoulder, and when Mark turns around again there's a fist coming for his face. On a sober day Mark would not be faster than this guy but the alcohol has made the stranger sluggish, so Mark is able to catch his fist, twist his arm, and slam the guy's face against the bartop. The bar has gone dead quiet. Mark retireves his badge.

"Detective Mark Hoffman, LCPD," he says to the crowd. Then, to the man he says lowly, "Now, go get sobered up and we'll call this a friendly misunderstanding, hm?"

The man nods frantically and Mark lets him up, shaking off some wayward tequila that the ruckus has spilled. When Mark looks around for you, you're gone, along with Gerry.

"Fuck," he mutters, and sprints out the front door.

You are crouched down, back to the brick of the building as Gerry runs a comforting hand across your back. Mark spots you and approaches.

When you see him you stand and move back.

"Get the fuck away from me, you psycho!"

"He was starting something he couldn't finish so I took care of it. Are you ready to go home, now?"

"Fuck you, pig!"

Gerry comes to stand between you two.

"Okay, let's all cool off for a second. Now does anyone want to tell me what the fuck is happening?"

Mark sighs. He doesn't want to explain himself to anybody else, but if it gets you back to your apartment, he'll do it.

"I'm a cop. She knows me. I've been assigned her case. Now, could we please get in my car so I can drive you both home?"

Gerry looks between the two of you. Begrudgingly, you nod.

"Fine," Gerry says. "But I need to hear more."

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Gerry is passed out in your bed. You two have known each other for so long that sharing it isn't a problem at all, and you want them to be comfortable. They were content with the explanation you and Hoffman both were able to offer.

Now, you and Hoffman are on your couch. You have a glass of water in your hand and he's loosened his tie. You both look worse for wear.

"I'm sorry that happened, really. I know you don't like this situation, I don't either. But he put his hands on me."

"You can't just dislocate someone's shoulder because they touch you," you mutter. "Fuckin' cops get away with anything."

"Like I said, I'm sorry. Hopefully he's gonna go home and sleep it off. Better than spending a night in a cell. Speaking of," he stands and groans. "I'm probably gonna go home now. I think I've caused enough trouble."

You watch him with tired, puffy eyes as he goes for his coat.

"I know it's late. You...want to sleep here? Sofa's not great or anything. I don't know how long your drive is..."

You have no idea why you offer it in the first place. You don't like him. He doesn't like you.

But...

Maybe there's something to be said about him taking his job so seriously, even if it inconveniences you. And his apology did seem genuine. And if he really wanted to be a dick, he could've thrown that guy in jail.

Not that it excuses any of it. But still. It's late.

Mark watches you carefully as you go over all this in your head. But he finishes putting on his coat and straightens out the collar.

"Thanks, but I really should go. And you should get some sleep."

"You too. You look like shit."

He laughs. "Well. Goodnight."

"Don't punch any more drunk people."

"I won't."

He leaves. You shuffle up from the couch to lock the door behind him. Your fingers pry between the blinds and you watch as he goes down the sidewalk to his car. Unlocking it, he spots your eyes and gives you one last wave- and he's smiling. You find yourself waving back. Maybe it's the sleepiness or the drunkness. Maybe it doesn't matter. You hate Mark Hoffman, but maybe you hate him a little less than yesterday.

Maybe you'll hate him less tomorrow.

But probably not.

[daydreamgoddess14]

Aspirations pt.1

Hopefully you can look past the rubbish title and summary enough to give this a go!

It started as me coming up with a 'one bed situation' but I've expanded it a little to probably 3-4 chapters in total.

I've only done a couple of very short pieces for this fandom so far so I'd love to know your thoughts! Be kind! 😘

Sydcarmy Masterlist

Full Masterlist

Sydney Adamu / Carmy Berzatto

Syd is 12 months deep in a crush, Carmy is 6 months into a relationship he doesn't want, The Bear is 4 months open and Nat is 2 months into motherhood....

~~~~~~~

Syd didn't know why she'd said yes. Nat had asked, and while her brain went to say 'no thanks', her heart saw the look of desperation on Natalie's face, and a 'yes, of course' popped out instead. Nat even had her minor guilt trip lined up. 

"... I mean, I haven't had any real adult company since the baby was born, and I just -"

"Nat, I said yes."

"For real?"

"Sure, why not. Wait - is Claire invited?"

"Oh god, no. Just us and Tiff."

"Richie's ex?" Nat nodded. 

"Yep. Just some drinks at home, so I'm around if I'm needed. Maybe a couple slices of Marcus's cake?"

"I'll bring you some food."

"You're an angel. Does Carm know you've been keeping my fridge stocked for the last 3 months?" Syd shrugged,

"If he does, he hasn't said anything." They sat in the closed restaurant, Nat feeding baby Mikey while Syd went through the books with her. Carmy was… late. "Where the fuck is he anyway?" Nat clipped her bra back into place and lifted the baby to her shoulder. Every Friday between lunch and dinner service, they did the books together.

"Good question." Syd murmured, eyes on her calculator. "We need to start putting some money aside for Thanksgiving and Christmas promos."

"On it. I need you guys to confirm the festive menu by the 15th, please. We go to print on the 19th, delivery by the end of the month ready to take bookings throughout October."

"Wow, you are still, like, smashing it." Syd says, impressed. 

"I gotta do something during those 3 am feeds other than shopping." She reasoned, heaving the baby over to her other shoulder. 

"Here," Syd stood and held out her hands so Nat could gratefully pass him over. She'd not been around too many babies and was terrified the first time she'd held him. Richie had ribbed her about it in the weeks prior - so much so that she hadn't actually held the baby in company other than Natalie. She rocked gently from side to side, hearing little Mikey's snores in her ear. Nat read through the books and the notes left by Syd and/or Carmy.

"Hey, did I tell you what Uncle Jimmy did?" Syd didn't stop her gentle movement but turned to face Natalie better,

"No?"

"So we each own 33%, right, and Jimmy had the 1% leftover? Well he's gifted it to Mikey. The baby bear is already earning."

"That's dope, I'm still gonna make him do the dishes as soon as he's old enough though. He's gotta earn that paycheck." Syd smiled down as Mikey's eyes drifted shut. 

*

"Hey, fuck, sorry I'm late." He pushed through the swing doors, stopping at the sight of Syd swaying with the baby in her arms. 

"Too late, Carm, we're fucking done now." Nat teased, "good job someone is pulling their weight around here. And giving my arms a break." 

"He's asleep, where'd you want him?"

"You've got the magic touch." Nat took him carefully and transferred him to the car seat. Carmy squatted down for a closer look, 

"I missed out."

"Shoulda been here in time," Nat warned, "I've got a night shift going if you're -"

"No. No thanks sis, I don't get enough sleep as it is."

"Makes two of us."

"Makes three of us." Syd laughed. Carmy kissed Mikey's forehead and stood to pull his sister into a hug while Syd knelt down to tuck the blanket around Mikey and brush a finger over his milk drunk cheeks. 

"I'll let you know when's good?" Nat confirmed to Syd with a hug before letting Carmy lift the heavy car seat and take it out to her car. "Bye Uncle Bear, bye Auntie Syd!" She singsongs. By the time Carmy has returned, Syd is making sure the paperwork is filed correctly and clearing the table they've used. 

"Coffee? Probably too cold now."

"Unlikely, no such thing." He takes the mug and finishes most of it in one go making her grimace. 

"That's gross."

"You ate doughnut off the floor." He counters, she has no argument. "You and Nat planning something?" 

"Just Thanksgiving and Christmas."

"We need a menu."

"We do. I have some potential dishes down but I gotta link them with the theme or some shit." He raises an eyebrow, "Nat's idea. I'm not naming dishes after reindeer or any bullshit like that." 

"Got it. Wanna work on it Monday?"

"You got time?"

"Always." This time, Syd looked incredulous. "I mean it." She nodded slowly, 

"Heard, Chef."

"What'd you make for them this week?" He asked, holding out his hands for the paperwork folder. Syd froze, "C’mon Syd, you think I don't know you've been batch cooking for Nat and Pete for months?" She breaks into a smile, 

"Just easy stuff, chilli, casserole."

"Let me know when you're makin' more and I'll do some as well."

"Oh, I got it under control. You're busy with… like, Claire and this place. I only have this place so…" She trailed off with a limp shrug. 

"Well, you don't have to do it either -" He tried to interject. 

"Nat's been good to me. She's the only other voice of sanity around here." At that, Carmy feigned a look of hurt which made Syd snort with laughter. "Do not - do not - try and claim otherwise!"

"And here I thought we were partners."

"We are. Which is why I can't complain to you about you." She grinned and Carmy returned it with ease. Over a year of working together, 4 months since The Bear had opened, and she'd finally gotten to a point where she only felt awkward approximately 60% of the time, which was a solid win. With time, communication between them had significantly improved. The only downsides currently were his time management when it came to Claire and the raging crush Sydney had developed on Carmy over the course of the last year. The crush was the main/only reason her awkwardness level remained so high. 

"You can, y'know. I want to know if there's something I need to do better. I told you, you gotta let me know if I'm fucking up." She caught her lower lip in her teeth. He was doing that thing again, standing frustratingly close and looking at her with those ocean eyes. 

"You need to stop being late. That's the second time Nat and I have had to go through the books alone, and there's stuff in there that you're closer to than us. I'm the shit, Carm, but I can't read your mind. No matter how hard I try." She jokes. He nods sincerely. 

"Heard. I'll do better, I promise." He paused, "when'd you start holding the baby anyway?"

"Literally the first time I didn't have you and Richie watching me like a hawk." She laughed, "If you'd been around, you'd know that I am his number one Auntie."

"That so?"

"I get all the smiles, all the giggles. Me and baby Mikey are like that -" she holds up her crossed fingers, "you can't compete with a love like ours." She teases.

"Nat likes you better too, s'ok maybe the Fak's will take me in. Or T."

"Dude, T would mother the shit outta you!" She exclaimed.

"Already does. You two gonna be OK tomorrow?"

"So you and Richie can play fucking hooky? Yeah, yeah, I remembered. We all good."

"Sure?"

"Yes, Chef."

"Syd?"

"Carm, babe, Tina and I will be fine. We have everyone else here, I got Nat on front of house, we're gonna smash it." He was about to call her out on calling him babe, but they'd finished clearing up just as everyone else started arriving for dinner service and chaos soon descended. The rest of the day passed without incident. The following morning, Syd and Tina had the crew prepping for a busy lunch service while Richie and Carmy flitted in and out of the kitchen, filling up the car for their catering event. Syd took her break outside while they finished off, 

"I'm gonna get some smokes." Richie called out, already halfway down the alley. Carmy moved towards Syd,

"If you ask one more time if I'm sure, I'm gonna give you a black eye." She warned. He held his hands up, 

"Just checking in."

"You've already done that. We'll be fine."

"I'll keep my phone on. You need anything, you'll call?"

"What're you gonna do from across town?"

"Yo, cousin!" Richie shouted from the sidewalk, "bring the car down." 

"Call me."

"Just fucking go, we're good." She hopped down from the pallets with the intention of pushing him as he continued to hesitate. 

"Carmen!" Richie bellowed again, turning to talk to Natalie who'd just arrived out front. 

"Festive menus Monday?" He asked, 

"Yes, Chef. Go!" He nodded once, took half a step closer and kissed her gently on the lips before turning and running to the car. He was pulling out onto the street before she'd had time to register the kiss at all. 

*

Two miles down the road, Carmy stopped at a red light and his brain reactivated. 

"Holy fucking shit." He muttered, staring straight ahead. 

"What'dya forget?" Richie asked, looking up from his phone. Carmy thought fast,

"Uhh napkins." Richie tsked,

"I picked em up you fucking dipshit." He laughed, shoving Carmy's shoulder. "Good job one of us knows what the fuck is goin on cuz. You gotta stop thinkin bout Clairebear all the time, man." Carmy barked a short laugh,

"Yeah, Claire." He agreed, still thinking about Syd's easy smile and soft lips. 

~~~~~~

[mino-diabolik]

DARK FATE — Mystic 「Dark 06」

[ Dark 05 ]

[ Location: Guestroom — Eden Castle ]

Mystic: ... ... Uuh... ugh...

( What the…?

Damn, it feels like my skull’s getting split open. I didn't drink that much, did I? Are all Vampire drinks so foul? )

Mystic throws the bedsheets off him. He clammers out for the bedframe and shakily crawls to his knees.

Mystic: Huh?

( That's odd... even my legs feel numb. )

That hasn't happened in a long time...

( Then again, I did drink something completely new. )

Oh, I'm gonna kill those triplets...

Mystic drags himself to the edge of the bed. His knees tremble as he stands. The floor is littered with discarded garments and a few cushions or pillows. Mystic pays them no mind. He hurries to get dressed up and exits.

—Fade—

[ Location: Living Room ]

Mystic inhales deeply when he catches the smell of something sweet. He pokes his head into the room.

—Clink—

Mystic: Ahh, that smells nice!

Reiji: Jomei, good evening. How have you——

... ...?

Reiji pauses mid-sentence, puzzled, as though he had picked up on something.

Mystic: ( Hm? Why's he staring at me all of the sudden? )

Ruki: ... Mystic.

Mystic: Ah, you're here too Ruki.

What're you brewin' there? It smells like—

Reiji: Turmeric milk tea.

Mystic: Yeah! But isn't that a fairly sweet drink?

Reiji: Oh, I wasn't planning on having tea at this time. Ruki requested that I pointed him to a set. That is all.

Mystic: So that's how it is...

( Odd. I thought Ruki didn't like sweet things either. )

Reiji: Well, if that was everything you needed, then I will be taking my leave right now. Please return everything to its rightful place after you are finished with it.

��Footsteps—

Ruki: ... How are—

Mystic: ——Didn't think you were the type to enjoy sweet drinks.

Would you mind if I stole a cup from you? Smells swell.

Ruki: I was preparing it to bring it to you. But you beat me out of bed.

Mystic: ( For me? )

Ruki pours Mystic a cup. Steam still twirls off the beverage.

Ruki: I wasn't sure just how sweet you wanted it, so I didn't add any honey.

Here, so that you may add as much as you palate.

Mystic: Oh, um... thanks?

( What's he acting all caring for all of the sudden? )

Ruki: Are you feeling alright? You seemed to have had a hard time yesterday.

Mystic: ( Yesterday?

No way... did he see me blackout drunk? )

The red dusting over Mystic's cheekbones came from the thought of being seen in such a disgraceful state, but it was interpreted entirely wrong by Ruki. Mystic chuckles bashfully.

Mystic: That's... I'm fine.

I'm used to it. You'd be surprised how often it happens.

Ruki: ... ... Often?

Mystic: Yeah! So, don't sweat it. It's not a big deal.

Mystic is unaware the cold silence from Ruki's part as he stirs two spoonsful of honey in his teacup.

Ruki: What do you mean by "often"?

Mystic: Hm? Ah, well... depends.

Not so much these past few months. Haven't had any free time lately.

It used to happen like... three to four times a week? Somewhere around there.

Ruki: Considering your carefreeness, you pay it no mind at all.

Mystic: Nah, not really. It's not a big deal to me.

( Not like drinking until I'm numb so often would kill me. )

Ruki: ... Unbelievable.

Mystic: ... Hah!

Oh, fuck off. Who do think you are to be judging the way I live?

It's been like that before you even came into it. Why should I change it now that you're here? What're you gettin' your panties in a knot for?

Mystic’s comments manages to dig under Ruki’s skin, unaware that they weren’t talking about the same subject.

Ruki: Doing as you please. All the time…

Mystic: What’s your problem, eh?!

Ruki: ... I've got something to take care of. Enjoy your tea.

Ruki stands. He walks away. Mystic looks as though he may chase behind him.

Mystic: You——Oi!

Tsk... What's his problem?

( Why does he care so much that I get drunk every once in a while? )

Mystic: ( Did I... do anything wrong while I was blacked-out? )

「 Dark 06 — End 」

[ Dark 07 ]

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning!  I hope you slept well and feel rested?  Currently sitting in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.  Merry Christmas though, for those of you working in the NHS or the emergency services, welcome to just another day.

If you want an alternative to Christmas cracker jokes … welcome to Too Much Information Tuesday … on a Monday!  Warning: one of these facts is not true!  Can you guess which one?

Agreeable people are more likely to use emojis.

In Switzerland, you can be denied citizenship for being too annoying.

Farting helps reduce high blood pressure and is good for your health.

Dog owners have a lower risk of dementia.  Cat ownership has no effect.

For a million years, the human population of the Earth was less than 26,000.

4.8 billion people own mobile phones whereas only 4.2 billion own a toothbrush.

Giraffes are about 30 times more likely to die from a lightning strike than humans.

Toothpaste removes ink from your clothes.  Apply it to the stain, let it dry and then wash.

Synesthesia is a neurological condition that can cause a person to see, smell and taste music.

Goats produce more milk if they're listening to Mariah Carey's 'All I Want For Christmas Is You'.

Anger triggers the region of the brain associated with honesty, which is when the truth comes out.

In 2013, a British inventor sold ice cream that glowed when you licked it.  It cost £140 a scoop.

Until the founding of the Vegetarian Society in 1847, vegetarians were usually known as Pythagoreans.

In 2009, a 13-year old Chinese girl tried to commit suicide so that she could donate her liver to her dying father.

Diana Ross, who sang ‘Ain't No Mountain High Enough’, lost her ex-husband to a mountain climbing accident.

Astronauts lost track of a tomato inside the International Space Station for eight months but found it this month.

Researchers have found that the average person will form about 400 friendships during a lifetime, but only 33 will last.

Will Smith is the only actor to have eight consecutive films gross more than $100 million at the domestic box office.

Intelligent people tend to care less about the opinions of others, they also enjoy being alone because of great sense of self.

In 1984, New Zealand's Prime Minister Robert Muldoon got drunk and spontaneously called for a general election.  He lost.

The earliest carol singers can be found on The Bayeux Tapestry and were soldiers from western France known as the Brittany Spears.

As time goes by, humans are becoming less and less empathetic. Today, we care about others 40% less than people in the 1980s did.

In Japan, you can hire a handsome man to show up at your office and watch sad videos with you until you cry, then wipe your tears for you.

People tend to sneeze three times because one loosens up an irritant, the second gets it to the front of the nose and the third gets it out.

Brazilian footballer Argélico Fuchs spent much of his life spelling his name ‘Argélico Fucks’, resulting in headlines such as "Fucks off to Benfica."

Drinking white or green tea every day will minimize the environmental damage done to your skin and minimize fine lines and wrinkles.

There are roughly seven people in the world who look exactly like you and there is a nine per cent chance you will run into one of them in your lifetime.

‘Baby Shark Dance’, the most viewed YouTube video of all time, has over 5 billion more views than Luis Fonsi’s ‘Despacito’, the second-most viewed YouTube video of all time.

In 2001, India began building plastic roads using recycled plastic waste.  The roads haven't developed any cracks or potholes despite years of usage and are much cheaper to build than traditional road surfaces.

Triboulet was a notorious court jester who was allowed to choose his own death after having insulted the queen of France.  He chose to die of old age, which made the king laugh so much, he was spared and banished instead.

During The Great Depression, Al Capone started one of the first soup kitchens called Free Soup Coffee & Doughnuts For The Unemployed.  Capone’s soup kitchen served breakfast, lunch and dinner to an average of 2200 Chicago residents every day.

‘Loving Day’ is an annual national celebration held on June 12th, the anniversary of the 1967 United States Supreme Court decision Loving v. Virginia, the day that Richard and Mildred Loving finally won their case, legalizing interracial marriage in the U.S.

On the day of South Korea's university entrance exams, the entire country goes quiet.  Shops close, construction stops, and planes are grounded so that students can focus on their exams.  Students that are late can even get a police escort to make sure they make it in time.

Bill Haast began extracting snake venom aged 15.  He founded the Miami Serpentarium and injected himself with venom more than 60 times.  His blood was used to save 21 snakebite victims.  He created a venom serum to cure polio.  He was bitten over 170 times and lived to be 100.

Ozzy Osbourne gave up taking acid during the recording of Black Sabbath's ‘Volume 4’.  He said, “I took 10 tabs of acid, then went for a walk in a field. I ended up standing there talking to this horse for about an hour.  In the end, the horse turned round and told me to fuck off.  That was it for me.”

Okay, that’s enough information for one day.  Merry Christmas and have a mouthwatering Monday!  I love you all.

[lostonehero]

Potential time travel to YouTube au

Note that this takes place right after Micheal's livestream rants, and Henry is trying to find him to comfort him

Henry's lungs burned as he ran from Michael's apartment, his body protested as he ran through the streets as the storm started. "Micheal! Micheal please it's ok, I I didn't know." He doesn't realize it's easier to breathe and his body isn't aching at the exercise

The rain comes down harder as lightening flashes in the sky and a crash of thunder screams through the air.

He shouts. "Micheal please, Micheal." He is soaked to the bone as he runs into a alleyway he doesn't notice how things look different like the old has become new

A small child maybe nine or ten wearing clothes too big for his small frame is curled up by a dumpster

Henry freezes those are the clothes Micheal was wearing, but this child is too small and alive to be him. He scoops the child up. Two blue eyes state up at him, and he freezes again, his breath caught in his throat. "Michael?"

Micheal is clinging to Henry as Henry numbly walks home. His car isn't where he parked it.

He's soaked to the bone when he goes home, and so is Micheal, who looks like a drowned rat. He doesn't notice the drawing from his daughter or his wife in the kitchen.

(They divorced only a few months after Charlie was killed They couldn't stand each other because everything just was too much They reconnected later on amd became friends Henry helped her through chemo later on in life and she remarried and had a family and he supported her, her new kids call him uncle)

"Henry? I've been worried sick. I've been waiting for hours. William said you were on your way home before the storm started, and he left before you. I called his home and he said you weren't there." Margret steps back at Henry's condition, and there's a child clinging to him. "Henry? Henry, what did you do?"

Henry frowns. "I didn't know you were visiting this week, Margaret. I thought the grandkids had that school thing you were excited about." It doesn't even click that his home is the way it was before. "Can you help get a warm bath started, I know the bathroom is a mess. I'm in the middle of redoing it."

Margaret rushes over. "Henry, what has gotten into you? You're soaked to the bone. Are you drunk?"

"I haven't touched that stuff in ages. You know that I'm sober." He puts Micheal down as he grabs a towel from the hall closet and straps the boy of his wet clothes, and puts him in a towel. "Huh, this old thing looks brand new."

Margaret recognizes the boy. "You took William's son? Henry, what nonsense are you talking about? You kidnapped a child!"

Henry furrows his brows, finally looking at Margaret. "Kidnapped? Wait.... Margaret, why do you look so young, and your hair is long? You haven't had it that long since before....."

Micheal shivers, holding the towel around him like a blanket. He points to the calendar in the hall.

Henry pushes past Margaret and stares at the calendar. His face grows pale as his face morphs into a look of horror. "Margaret, we need to talk."

"Damn right, Henry, you're drunk and kidnapped your partner kid off the street in the rain. What the hell were you thinking?"

Micheal pulls the towel around him. "Uncle Henry, I don't think I want Father to find me again."

Margaret sits at the kitchen table as Henry helps Micheal tie off the shirt and underwear he has to borrow. "Kid, you're as skinny as before."

Micheal shrugs, enjoying the glass of milk he has.

"Margaret, you have to understand... this will be a lot." Henry frowns.

"You better be convincing Henry Emily, or I will be calling the cops."

Micheal finishes his glass. "I can't remember the last time I've drank something. Did it always feel like that? Hi Miss Margaret again, sorry I didn't say something before." He sits up straight, and his facial expression betrays the age he's supposed to be. "I apologize, but uh, we aren't supposed to be here, I mean, yeah, we are, but also not." He pauses, kicking his feet. "I can't believe I was this small before.... "

"Micheal...." Henry sighs.

"Right right, sorry, I've got the knowledge about this... uh, right, so... wait, I can't use that comparison. Uh, so for us, our minds, at least not our bodies, obviously, actually thankfully I'm not like I was or will be.."

Henry smiles and looks at Margaret.

Margaret looks a bit pensive like she is starting to realize that isn't a child mind in that body.

"It's uh our minds are from our body in the year 2023... yeah, yeah, I know, like 40 something years from now.... but it's true I can prove it, I have like three degrees unofficially and never did get the chance to go to college before I was scooped.... right, I am also an expert at stitching any material, and I bet I can build something better than William if I so desired. Granted, I'm more of an artist than him. I painted the walls of my apartment... wait, I don't have that film over my vision anymore."

Henry sighs. "Micheal I think that's enough. Margaret we've been divorced for awhile from where I'm at in life. It happened after... after... oh she's here."

Micheal frowns. "Oh.... " He hops down from his chair. "I'll uh be in the guest room..."

[breadstyx]

lime (but milk)

That's fair.

[ilyasorokinn]

running scared , matthew tkachuk

note, surprise shawty! this is part of demi's (@antoineroussel) winter fic exchange, so here is my piece. @hockeyshitandstuff this is for you! i really hope you enjoy this. this is work of fiction, everyone keep in mind i read a lot of romance novels, so i love a good cheesy storyline, even if they're stupid and make no sense. flashbacks in italics. another note, i'm making up random people within the media department just because i don't know anyone in within that department and i don't think anyone else does either. thanks :) pair, matthew tkachuk x reader summary, matthew and y/n were best friends since they were kids, but after a falling out in high school, they quickly became enemies. flash-forward a few years, they find themselves forced to work together when y/n gets a job working for the flames media. warnings, mentions of sex (but no smut), mentions of anxiety (but not many), alcohol consumption (all of legal age), a curse word word count, 3547 words (this is really long. wow)

(gif not mine)

Your relationship with Matthew Tkachuk was quite a doozy. You were best friends since childhood, but mid-high school was when things took a bad turn and you started to change.

You and Matthew got drunk one night and slept together. It was heat-of-the-moment, but unbeknownst to Matthew, you had the biggest crush on him, so when you woke up the next morning and found him gone, it hurt.

His siblings, who were more like family, knew of your undying love for their brother/son. So, after you stopped coming around, they questioned Matthew about it, to which he came up with some lie about you being busy.

*FLASHBACK*

"So, where's Y/N?" Chantel asked Matthew as the five of them sat at the dinner table, enjoying their meal.

Matthew set his cutlery down rather aggressively, causing everyone to flinch, "She's busy." He snapped, quickly coming up with a lie.

"Really? I saw her at school today, and she looked almost as miserable as you." Brady cut in, taking a sip of his milk.

"Shut up." Matthew glared.

"Matthew, stop." His mother scolded.

Matthew picked up his fork again and began shoving his mouth with food so he wouldn't have to answer any other questions. After his parents shared a look of concern, they moved on to a different topic.

The next morning at school, Brady spotted you at your locker and sprinted over to you. You jumped when he saw you standing next to you, "Um... hi." You smiled, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Hi." He smiled goofily, "So, we've all been wondering where you've been. You haven't been coming to Friday night dinner or Sunday movie nights. We've all been kind of worried." He told you.

"You're all worried? Really?" You raised a brow, then scoffed, slamming your locker shut.

"What? What happened?" Brady asked, following after you like a lost dog.

"Oh, Matthew didn't tell you?" At Brady's head shake, you laughed, "Of course, he didn't."

"What'd he do, Y/N?" Brady asked.

You looked around and noticed people were not paying attention, but you still grabbed his arm and pulled him down a hallway you knew wasn't busy.

"We slept together." Brady made a face of disgust, "Yeah, think whatever you want of it. But then I woke up the next morning and he was gone."

"What do you mean "gone"?" Brady asked, confused and concerned.

"What do you think I mean? He was gone! No letter, no text, no call, no email, no freakin' carrier pigeon!" You yelled.

"He left? Like in the middle of the night?"

"I don't know, Braeden. Go ask your brother. He's been dodging me since that night. He even asked for a new science partner."

"How long ago was this?"

You went silent, and looked down at the floor, which seemed a lot more interesting, "A month." You finally answered, but your voice was so quiet he almost couldn't hear you.

"A what?"

"A month." You repeated, louder and clearer. He stared at you in shock, "Look, I really gotta get to class." A lie.

"Right, right, of course." Brady nodded.

"I'll see you around." Another lie.

"Yeah, see you around." He nodded again, watching as you walked away and turned to the corner.

*FLASHBACK OVER*

After that day, you completely distanced yourself from the Tkachuk family. You stopped answering their calls, stop going over to their house, stopped any and all communication with them. Matthew made it clear he wanted nothing to do with you. You got the message loud and clear, so you stayed away.

After high school, you moved away as fast as you could. You got accepted into a good college in New York, and moved, not even saying goodbye to the family who had practically been your second family.

-

After college, you moved out of New York after getting a job for the Calgary Flames. You knew it was a hockey town but had no idea who was on the team.

You woke up and your body was filled with anxiety. It was your first day and you were nervous. You got dressed like you would any other day, but internally were panicking and running through every possible worst-case scenario.

"You got this, you got this." You whispered to yourself as you looked over your appearance one last time.

You drove to the arena, swiped your new badge, and found your parking spot, "Ah, you must be the new recruit. Y/N, right?"

"That's me." You nodded, flashing the man a nervous smile.

"Well, the man you're looking for is right down this hallway."

"Thanks." You smiled, gripping the handle of your bag tighter as you walked down the hallway. You knocked on the door.

"Come in." You heard. You pushed the door open to reveal a man sitting at his desk, typing away at his computer, "Ah, Y/N." He smiled.

"Mr. Greene." You smiled.

"Please, have a seat." He gestured towards the chair in front of his desk. You removed your purse and set it in your lap before taking a seat, "So, I see you found your way just fine."

"A little confusing, but there are signs everywhere." You joked.

"Well, we're all super glad to have you on the team." He smiled, "So, let's get started."

-

Within your first day, you were running all around the arena. You were introduced to the other people on the team, as well as coaches, other members of staff as well as players.

"I don't think I'm going to remember everyone." You laughed.

"It's all good. It will definitely take some time, but you'll get it." Another girl who you worked with, Leah, told you.

"Let's hope sooner rather than later." You smiled. She laughed along with you.

"Leah, there you are." You both turned around, and you felt every part of your body just give out on you, "Jacob said you wanted to talk."

"Oh, yeah. We just got a new recruit on the team and we're introducing her to everyone." Leah smiled, "Matthew, meet-"

"Y/N?"

"You two already know each other?" Leah asked.

"No, I've, uh, never met him before." You shook your head.

"But he knows your-"

"Lucky guess." You shrugged, not even sparing him another look as you walked away from him.

-

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and before you knew it, you were coming up on your 6 month anniversary of working for the Flames media team.

You loved everything about it. You were doing the thing you loved in a city that you had grown to love. From the day you met her, Leah had basically taken you under her wing and taught you the ways of life. If it hadn't been for her, you probably wouldn't have any friends and would be spending every weekend alone in your apartment.

In the year you had been in Calgary, you had managed to avoid Matthew as much as possible and only talking to him when needed to.

Within those 5 months, you knew Matthew was attempting to try and talk to you, but every time he tried, you made up some excuse as to why you were busy or couldn't.

"So, a few of us are going out tonight and you're coming," Leah told you, leaving no room for question.

"What? What if I had plans?" You asked.

"Yeah, sitting at home alone eating ice cream with a ladle and watching old reruns of NCIS isn't classified as plans." She raised a brow.

"Yes, they are." You fought back.

"I'm picking you up at 7. You better be ready or I'm gonna beat you up." She threatened.

"Fine, fine." You raised your hands in surrender, "I'll be ready at 7." You nodded, "But you owe me wings."

"Deal." She nodded.

-

You watched Leah dance on the dance floor with the rest of your friend group. You were seated at the table you had "reserved" and nursed a beer instead of dancing.

"I see dancing still isn't something you like to do." You heard a voice from behind.

You rolled your eyes, "What do you want?" You asked.

"What I've been trying to do for months, I just want to talk," Matthew told you.

"And I guess you didn't pick up on the signs. I don't want to talk to you." You sent him a glare, then turned back to your friends.

"Come on." He whined. "This happened almost 10 years ago."

"No, yes I've moved on, but that doesn't mean that I forgive you. What you did that night, hurt, Matthew. And maybe it didn't hurt you, but it hurt me. I really don't get it. How you can go from being someone's best friend then just dumping them." You shook your head and looked around, noticing her were gathering a crowd.

"I'm not gonna talk about this with you right now, or ever for that matter. Just stay away from me." You grabbed your stuff and stormed out of the bar.

"Wait, just... wait!" Matthew shouted, running after you.

"No, I'm really not gonna talk about this with you. I'm done, Matthew. Just please, leave me alone." You begged, walking away from him, the same way he had that night in high school.

-

The next day on Monday, you could tell people were avoiding you, or at least the people who went out on Friday, "Hey..." Leah approached.

"It was a long time ago and I just want to forget about it." You told her before she could even formulate a question.

"All right." She nodded, "Do you have your report? Greene wants it on his desk like two days ago." You handed her the report and she made her way away from your desk.

"A delivery for one Miss Y/L/N." Another intern, your friend Kevin, approached your desk with a bouquet of gorgeous flowers and a box of chocolates.

"Who's it from?" You asked, confused as you reached for the card. You read it, and sighed, "Nevermind." You shook your head.

"Where do you want them?" Kevin asked.

"The trash."

"What? They're gorgeous. Who are they from?" He asked, reaching for the card.

"Yeah, but I'm allergic." You told him, "You can keep the chocolate if you want."

"Ooh." He winced, "I'll get rid of these then, but I will definitely be keeping the chocolate." He smiled, rushing off to get rid of the flowers.

You sighed, sitting back down at your desk and attempting to get back to work, "You're not allergic to flowers." Matthew noted, walking up to your desk.

"What part of "leave me alone" do you not understand?" You asked, letting out a heavy sigh in annoyance.

"Nothing." He smirked.

"I'm serious, Matthew. Just leave me alone." You told him, pushing your chair out and storming away.

-

You were prepping dinner for yourself when your phone rang, "Hello?"

"Matthew called." Your mother told you, not even saying hello back.

"Hello to you, too, mom." You sighed.

"He told us you haven't been talking to him." Your mother scolded. You never told your parents about what Matthew had done. They knew it was some boy at your school, but you left out the part about who it was, so to them, Matthew was still your childhood best friend, the kid that you would build sandcastles with and do science projects together.

"Mom..."

"No, I want you to talk to him. He sounded really upset on the phone." Your mother told you.

"Mom, would you just listen?"

"No." She cut you off, "Talk to him, Y/N." She told you, then hung up.

"I just love these talks, mom." You joked, even though she had already hung up.

-

You stormed into the office the next day on a mission, "You called my mom?" You asked, storming up to Matthew who was getting ready to get onto the ice.

"Well, yeah, you wouldn't talk to me." He shrugged.

"That's below the belt, Matthew. Dragging my mother into this?"

"It got you to talk to me." He shrugged again.

"God, you are so infuriating." You groaned, dragging your hands through your hair in anger, "You wanna talk? Let's talk. We slept together. Great! Totally fine. Then I wake up the next morning, and you're gone."

"I had something I needed to take care of." He answered.

"And you don't call to tell me that?"

"My phone was dead."

"For a month? Your phone was dead for a month? And even then, it's not like we didn't see each other at school. You asked to change lab partners. Stop making excuses and just tell me the truth. Why did you really leave that day?"

"I was scared, okay? We were best friends, and us sleeping together changed everything." He told you, finally being honest.

"Why didn't you just tell me that? You've had almost 8 years to tell me that."

"I was scared you wouldn't talk to me. It took you 6 months to finally talk to me." He pointed out.

"God, if you had just come to tell me that, I would've listened." You told him, a sad look in your eyes.

"Would you?" He asked.

"Yes, I would've." You nodded.

-

"So, let me get this straight." Leah rubbed her temples as you explained the happenings of your's and Matthew's tumultuous relationship, "So, you guys were best friends as kids, then when you were a junior and him a senior, you slept together and when you woke up, he was gone?"

"Yup." You nodded, downing the rest of the wine in your glass.

"Huh." She nodded, "And I thought my love life was complicated." She chuckled, "Did he tell you why he dipped?"

"Said he was scared." You looked down at the empty wine glass in your hands.

"That's such a guy answer." She rolled her eyes, "I hate guys."

"Me too." You hummed.

-

You were downloading photos from a photographer's camera to upload onto Instagram when a box of your favorite chocolates was placed in front of your face.

You looked up, and when you saw who it was, you pushed his hands out of your face and attempted to get back to work, "Look, let me say my piece, and when I'm done, I'll leave you alone. For good." Matthew pleaded.

You sighed, contemplating your options, but finally looking up at him, "Five minutes." You started a timer on your watch.

"All right, I know what I did really hurt you that night, because, in the process of hurting you, I was hurting myself, too." You raised a brow, "Come on, you don't really think all your feelings were one-sided, did you?"

"I mean..."

"Nope, let me finish." He cut you off, "I was scared because, at the time, I wasn't sure if you felt the same way." He told you honestly. You would tell he was being serious and telling the honest truth just by looking in his eyes. Even as kids, his eyes were a dead giveaway.

"Four minutes." You announced.

"I'm not even asking for another chance because I knew I blew it. I'm just asking for you to hear my side of the story before you decide anything."

"And what's your side of the story, Matty?" You asked, the old nickname slipping from your tongue before you could stop it.

At the use of his old nickname, a big beaming smile found its way onto his face, "My side of the story is that I loved you with my entire heart and soul and I was a scared 18-year old kid who was about to move away to Calgary."

"I was scared you didn't feel the same way, and I was scared if we did ever go anywhere, we would become one of those couples in those movies we used to watch together. You know? The ones who would try long distance but would just fall apart after 3 months."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." You nodded, feeling the shell you had built around your heart all those years ago begin to crack and chip away.

"And I didn't want to ruin what we had, but I guess in the end, I ended up ruining things anyways." He looked upset and defeated.

"Do you still feel the same way?" You asked.

"Do I still love you?" You nodded, "Of course, I do."

-

Ever since your conversation with Matthew, it had been running through your mind 24/7. 'Do I still love you?' 'Of course, I do'

"Gosh, darn it!" You cursed as you spilled a cup of water on yourself.

"You all right?" Leah asked, having heard your accident as she walked past the breakroom.

"Oh, yeah, just a little distracted." You smiled, grabbing a few paper towels and attempting to clean off the water.

"Is it Matthew?" She asked.

"How'd you guess?" You sighed, dropping your head in defeat.

"What'd he do this time?" She asked.

"He finally told me the truth about why he left."

"And?"

"Then he confessed his love for me." You whispered.

"What?!"

"Keep it down." You told her, reaching over and covering her mouth.

"What did you say?" She asked.

"Nothing. I was too stunned, so he walked away."

"Well, what're you doing here? Go talk to him." Leah encouraged.

"No, I can't." You shook your head.

"Why not?" Leah asked.

"I just can't." You shook your head, grabbed your mug, which was now filled with more water, and left the breakroom.

-

Leah was getting tired of watching you mope around, so she decided to play cupid a little and decided to talk to Matthew herself. Once practice was over, she set her plan into motion and dragged Matthew away before he could make it to the locker room door.

"What? Leah, what are you-"

"You need to do something." She cut him off.

"Do something where?" He asked.

"With Y/N! She's miserable." Leah told him.

"I can't. I told her I would leave her alone." Matthew shook his head, making the move to walk away.

"I don't care. She might've put on the front and said she was fine and wanted you to leave her alone, but she's miserable. Your love confession sent her over the edge."

"Leah, I can't." He shook his head.

"Are you not listening to me?" Leah shouted, catching the attention of a few players who were walking past them, "She's in love with you!" She practically shouted.

That knocked the breath out of him, "She's in love with me?" He asked, almost breathlessly.

"Yes, you idiot!" She hit him in the side of the head, softly.

"Well, I-I, where is she?" Matthew stuttered.

"She's getting ready to leave. go get your girl, dude. and I'd go fast. She took next week off." Leah pushed him in the direction of the elevators towards the parking garage. It didn't matter that he was still in his practice gear, he would run to the ends of the world if it meant getting to spend a moment with you.

He anxiously bounced his foot as the elevator went down. Once the door opened, he turned in every which direction trying to find you. He finally spotted you, putting stuff into your trunk.

"Y/N!" He shouted.

"Matthew?" You asked, confused. He ran over to you as he could considering he was still wearing skates, "What're you doing?"

"I love you." He blurted out, which shut you up. You knew he did, but hearing him say the words just solidified everything in your brain, "And I know you love me."

"What? I-"

"I know you do. Don't try to deny it." He shook his head.

"Get to the point of whatever this is then." You crossed your arms.

"I love you, and I'll spend every day for the rest of my life loving you. That's a fact and it's something I know is true." Your eyes began to water at the love in his eyes and the tone of his voice, "I know I fucked up, but I was a dumb kid who made a dumb decision. I know it hurt you, and I'm going to make up for it every day of my life."

"What're you trying to say?" You asked.

"I'm saying I want to be with you. I want to try this thing out." He told you.

"Are you being serious? Like, you're not playing around?" You asked, looking at him in his eyes.

"I'm being serious. Not playing around." He nodded. You continued to look into his eyes, the key to tell you if he was telling the truth.

"All right, let's give it a try." You nodded, watching his face light up.

"Really?"

"Really." You nodded, smiling at his reaction. Before you could even get another word out, Matthew was surging forward and picking you up, spinning you around, "Whoa, whoa!" You held onto him tighter.

"Right, sorry. Skates." He nodded, setting you back on the ground.

Once you were on the ground, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, "If you pull something like you did in high school, you're gonna be out for the next season." You threatened.

"I promise I won't do that again." The look in his eyes, once again, told you he was telling the truth.

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[sweetbillwriting]

Blue Angels - Chapter III

Characters: AU Gordan Merkel from Atomic Blonde played by Bill Skarsgård. The rest is my own original characters.

Setting: This story is set in a country that is hard to find on a map, in a city without a name and in a time similar to our own with some exceptions.

Music: Fear and Loathing by MARINA and Too Drunk To Fuck by Dead Kennedys.

Warnings: 18+, alcohol, drunkeness,mental health problems, unconventional love, ageism, mentions about sex and masturbation.

Notes: You can find earlier chapters here.

Once again had Gordan left us. Two women in heartache. This time he was gone for a month. A month that started with oppressive heat and then turned to a dry dark autumn. Both the sun and the rain seem to have left together with Gordan. The first week both Marta and I were more or less depressed and spent most of our time in our separate beds. Just as I did, she probably thought about Gordan, his smile, his scent. He was so special. Never did I really feel connected to a guy. There was always something that made a relationship with a man hard, like we didn't speak the same language. That wasn't the way with Gordan. Even though I could feel he had secrets I felt a deep connection to him, beyond sexual desire. He awoke feelings in me I haven't felt since I was a child, a child without the knowledge of the world's cruelty. He was like the friend I had met behind the big oak by our house when I was five. Beautiful, happy, smart and always interested and understanding, like they had experienced the same thing. Then I was forced to confess that I made the person up and they were just a creation from everything I wish I was and I wish I had. This time my imaginary friend was real. Beautiful and kind, capable of magic.

When I left my room after a week and I had put on something else other than my washed out pajama pants and even put on some makeup. Marta sat by the kitchen table, reading a magazine with her red reading glasses perched on her nose. She had also put on one of her regular black outfits but I could see she hadn't taken the time to make her updo and make up as perfect as when Gordan was here. But it was a step up, both of us had made some sort of improvement.

“Do you want coffee,” she asked. She had a small floral cup next to the magazine.

“Yeah, sure. How are you,” I asked as I sat down on the chair opposite Marta's while she stood up to make me a cup of coffee. She had learned I liked milk in my coffee and even fixed that for me.

“I think that's hard to say when he’s away… I guess I get more and more used to him going away…”

She gave me the coffee cup and then sat down. I nodded as an answer to what she said. I guess she was right, this time I hadn't been sorrowful as long as the first time he went away, now I even started to feel some acceptance.

We continued to improve and when the month had passed people around us couldn't see that we had open wounds, the loss of Gordan. I had taken for granted that Marta felt the same as me. In a way we could unite in our loss for Gordan but it was still hard to really be with her for the same reason. We wanted the same man.

*

As usual I sat and tried to study with Victoria and Leona the morning Gordan’s ship came to town again. They were good at studying, I was not. I had passed the re-examination and examination number two while Gordan was home but when he was gone the studying became just as hard again. It felt so pointless, I couldn't see the meaning if he wasn't with me.

Victoria looked amused at me while I drew a puppy with big eyes in my notebook.

“Lucky for you, you’ll soon have energy again…” she said with a smirk. I gave her a confused look and then at Leona who also smiled. Suddenly two heavy hands laid on my shoulders.

“No this can't be my Ella, that’s drawing puppies instead of studying,” Gordan said. I looked up at him at the same time he said it and met his big puppy eyes and teasing smile.

My body reacted at once to his presence and I threw myself at him.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god…” I hugged him hard and he lifted me a bit from the ground. He laughed.

“Oh Gordan!” I broke from the hug to look at his face. I had overlooked that he had a mustache the first time I looked at him but now my eyes couldn't stop looking at the hairs above his lip.

“What’s this?” All my inhibitions were thrown out the window when I was with Gordan. My impulses and feelings made my decisions and I dragged my thumb over his lip. He laughed but pulled his head away.

“I’m testing something new. Do you like it?” His smile made me laugh with joy.

“Sure… Sure… But isn't it a bit sparse?” I tried to touch it again but he pulled away again with an amused smile.

“Hopefully it will get fuller over time.”

I could stop myself from laughing at him and I continued to do so as we walked home together. It was just so funny, him with a mustache but even I could see it did suit his face and style. It fit his dramatic look. I could see how people perceived him. It was probably because of his appearance, with his long black coat and heavy boots. Today he had a leather band knotted around his long elegant neck. But people also turned their heads because of his aura. He just had that aura celebrities had and people probably assumed he was a model or an actor. Or they had heard of the rumor about him, about him arriving in the rain. I looked up at him with a smile. I was proud of walking next to a man like him and even prouder when he took my hand in his.

"Marta darling! I'm home!" He shouted with a singsong voice when we were home. It took no time for Marta to come out and hug Gordan who hugged back just as tightly.

"Oh my handsome boy!" Marta said to Gordan while I took off my shoes. I felt a bit like the third wheel but decided to disconnect from that feeling. Gordan was home, I shouldn't pout right now. It was a day of celebration.

"I want some coffee but after that I'm going to do some grocery shopping. What do my girls say about veal tonight?"

"That sounds fantastic! But can you buy some gin, then we can have some drinks?" Marta said and patted Gordan's chest.

"Sure, what is your favorite drink?" He turned to me.

"Em…Oh. I don't know," I said, a bit insecure. It felt like the drinks I liked weren't fancy enough to mention in front of them.

"You can come with me to the store, it might inspire you," Gordan said with a smile to me and I smiled back. More time for us alone!

Grocery shopping with Gordan was an experience. He didn't push the grocery cart, he more rode on it like it was a kickbike. Everywhere people turned their head towards the six foot three punk dude riding a grocery cart with long legs. First people looked annoyed but Gordan's appearance and smile made everyone smile and laugh. When we stood by the alcohol he walked around and sang "Too Drunk To Fuck" while he swayed his heard. A male customer, a head shorter than Gordan with a big beard laughed and started to sing with him.

"What will you have today?" He asked Gordan who looked at the bottles like they were candy.

"Ooooh, I don't know. I think I should let my girl decide," he nodded at me and I laughed with blushing cheeks. His girl.

"So what will you want?" The man asked me with a smile.

"I don't know. I'm not so good at this. Something sweet?"

Gordan looked at the man with a knowing smile and they shook their heads.

"Something sweet for my sweetie," Gordan said and then grabbed a bottle of cointreau.

I smiled and stepped closer to him.

"Was that the sweetest thing you could find for your sweetie?"

"The sweetest thing I will buy," he said and booped my nose twice with his finger.

"Have a nice night, love birds," the man said with a smile when he walked away. Gordan gave him a nod and then smiled at me, which I answered. Love birds, that's us.

"Are you and Marta together?" I suddenly asked while Gordan watched my lips, he looked up at me confused.

"Hmm?"

"Are you and Marta a couple?"

"What?" He looked dumb and played with his buttom lip.

"Can you just give me an answer," even if my body sparkled with joy of being with Gordan again I became annoyed at him.

"What? No! No, what? She could be my grandmother." He said and gave me a pointed look. "I know she… Has some sort of feelings for me but I don't feel that way for her. Even if she is a fantastic woman."

I couldn't stop myself from throwing myself around his neck. God, this was such a relief.

I laughed a bit, out of happiness but also because I showed my emotions so openly.

"That's… Great…" I said and laughed a bit more.

The evening became festive with drinks and food. Gordan entertained with dancing and singing and he even sang along to my music. But under all the happiness I wondered if he had been honest with me because he still gave Marta more attention than me when we were with her. I had started to believe he had a deeper interest for me but I questioned that when I saw them together. Hugging her, complimenting her… What did he want from her? I looked around the spacious apartment while they danced in the living room. It was big, with mahogany furniture, oriental rugs and oil paintings. Was it about money? Was he just here to scam her?

I looked at them while they danced. Marta, so petite against Gordan's broad chest. He smiled big and tightened his grip around her waist. He was such a charismatic person, did he use that to get what he wanted?

Marta had become tired of their dancing and went to bed which left me and Gordan alone in the living room. He still affected me just as much but I now also felt an unease. I couldn’t stop thinking about him being a conman.

"Come and join me, I should slow down a bit," he said with a cute voice from the couch. I gave him a look and then peered down at my drinking glass.

"You want something more to drink? I can get a bottle of wine. I don't think Marta minds."

He excused himself to the kitchen. Marta wouldn't mind but I now felt a bit sick because he used her generosity.

Gordan joined me in the living room again with a bottle and two glasses and sat down on the sofa.

"Sit down with me," he said and looked at me with a smile.

I hesitated a bit before I sat down and I saw on his face that he noticed.

"Is it something?" He asked.

I sighed a little and looked at his face. I could feel every fiber in my body reacting but I knew I couldn't let that control me.

"You and Marta… I feel like I'm missing something,"

He played a bit with his mustache.

"We are just friends, I promise," he said.

"But you act on her feelings for you. Do you… Use her for something?"

He looked at me with an offended expression.

"No? I just like to see her happy."

"Why?"

He looked at me confused.

"Why wouldn't I? She is my friend, I care for her."

I shrugged my shoulders and looked down at my hands. It still felt like he was hiding something but I also had a feeling he wouldn't tell me. I looked at him again and he looked at me with big eyes. My emotions were sparkling and I knew I couldn't stop from acting on them anymore.

I moved closer to him and he smiled a little and moved closer to me.

"I think I just…" I said while watching his lips.

"Just?" He said with a low voice, licking his lips.

"...I get jealous…"

He smiled a bit and let me drag a finger over his jean clad thigh.

"If I kiss you, will you feel better then?"

I just smiled as an answer. It was an answer that would explain my happiness. Just a few seconds later he pressed his plush lips against mine. It’s hard to explain how it was and what happend inside me because I had never felt the emotion before. It was like pure euphoria swam through my blood. I felt light and heavy at once and my heart hammered harder than it ever had without being unpleasant. I wanted that feeling forever.

Gordan looked at me with heavy eyes but moved away from me even if I wanted more.

"Please…" I whispered.

"I think it's time for me to go to bed…" he said. He gave me a hug, probably so that I wouldn't feel completely rejected. Then he left the wine bottle on the table and me alone on the sofa.

*

It rained a long time after Gordan had come to town and it was needed. After all the rain the sun came and it became such a vibrant autumn, one you only see in movies. Gordan continued to spread joy, to me and Marta but also to every person he met. Victoria and Leona met him a couple of times and they understood why I liked him so much. He and I continued to flirt a bit but he didn't give me a chance to kiss him again.

It was in the first week of November he told Marta and I about his new job. We sat at Marta's favorite café that served the most luxurious cakes with champagne. Both Marta and Gordan were dressed in black turtlenecks while I stood out in my pink sweater.

"So I’m working on the same thing but for another company so the trips will be longer," he said while he dug into his chocolate cake.

"And what does that mean?" Marta asked while watching him dig in his cake.

"That I will be away for a longer time but it will be fewer trips," he said and put a full spoon in his mouth.

"Oh…" said Marta and looked at me. I couldn't get a word out because my heart beated so fast in my chest.

"Like how long?" Marta continued.

"Two months is the next trip. I will go after Christmas."

Gordan looked between me and Marta with a guilty expression.

"But then I will be home until June."

Marta and I were still quiet. It was a lot to digest. Two months was a long time.

"Okay... Well if this is what you want then we will of course support you," said Marta and looked between Gordan and I. I nodded a bit but under the table I hugged Gordan's knee with my hand.

"It is. And you two have each other," he said. This time it didn't feel as it did when I had just moved in with them. I had learned to like Marta and to be alone with her wasn't so hard. Much has happened since I moved in and it didn't feel like Marta was as dependent on Gordan. Both of us could be without him.

*

The studying was easier when Gordan was home even if he wasn't with me. And even if he was at home I spent more time at the university. It was nice to come home from a long day at campus and be greeted by loud music and the scent of food. Gordan made great food everyday that I sometimes even fantasized about his food when I was on campus. One day I couldn't stop thinking about Gordan and his food so I decided to go home early. I almost ran through the colorful leaves to get home earlier but when I broke through the door only silence met me. The apartment was empty of punk noise and only the scent of roses and Chanel no.5 could be detected. I didn't really know why I thought that Gordan was constantly home cooking? I sighed to myself when I took off my outerwear. I went slowly through the apartment and took my time to look at all Marta's stuff. A lamp in the shape of a shell, a painting with blue angels and pink porcelain cats on most flat surfaces. It was a fantastic apartment and all the things made me smile. I felt a warm feeling in my chest and up to my cheeks and it felt like… Gordan's presence. Was he home? Curiosity led me to his door and on impulse I opened it.

I wasn't prepared for what I would see, at all but for just a few seconds I got to see Gordan's naked body in bed. He had a big hand wrapped around his erection but I couldn't see much more than that before he put the cover over himself.

"Oh shit… Ella…!" He said embarrassed and put his hands over his face. I felt the warm acid in my veins taking over and I lost all inhibitions again. I walked slowly towards him and he lowered his hands when he heard me come into the room. He looked at me with big eyes and parted lips. He looked so innocent and I smiled at him. I sat down on the bed next to him and looked at his face and the part of his chest he hadn't covered. I laid a hand on his stomach over the cover and he looked between my hand and face with the same innocent expression. I giggled a bit at him and caressed his stomach and chest until I could take a hold of the edge of the cover.

"Can I see?" I asked and gave the cover a small tug.

*

[not-another-dam-demigod]

These Tattoos Are My Scars - Chapter Two

Other parts: tattoos 1

Chapter Two of ?

Thalia's POV

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trigger warnings: swearing (if you need me to add more triggers, don't hesitate to ask)

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a/n do I like Theyna? Yes. Do I like aro Thalia? Yes. Did I put both? Fuck yeah.

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My opinion on tattoos? Awesome. I love them. There is nothing I like more than letting someone express themselves on my skin, and whatever I let people see is a mask for what I hide from them. They're beautiful, and the pain is worth it every time.

Oh. You meant my opinion on soulmate tattoos. Okay, sure.

I fucking hate them.

Nothing against people who don't, of course. But I don't like it when people look at my own tattoos and the first thing that jumps to mind is soulmate. Like, no. I got those for me. Not some probably-asshole that I haven't even met.

"Morning Thals," Jason says with a yawn, and I almost jump out of my skin. Fuck. I was zoning out again. It's a horrible habit, and it often happens during the worst times. This time, at least, I hadn't poured the milk in my cereal yet, so not only was it not soggy, but there wasn't milk everywhere.

"Morn'," I reply, opening the fridge. I grab the milk and start to pour it into my cereal when I notice Jason is half-asleep with his head on the table.

I finish with the milk, put it away, and then sit down across from him. I amuse myself for a bit by throwing Cornflakes at him until he looks up groggily, and then I begin to eat them.

"School today," he says, his voice heavy and slow.

"Yup," I reply. "And we'll finally meet the infamous Percy Jackson."

"Whasse famous for?"

"Nothing. He's our cousin, you dipshit."

"Oh. Right." He yawns. "Hope he gets along with Nico. Nico doesn't like..." Jason raises an arm and flicks it slightly.

"Doesn't like what?" I ask, finishing my Cornflakes and standing up.

Jason makes the weird gesture again. "Things. People. Everything."

Everything isn't true, but the rest pretty much is.

He yawns again and rubs his eyes, which he manages to crack open a little. "I should eat breakfast."

"We're out of Cornflakes," I say, washing my bowl in the sink. "And low on milk. And jam. And bread."

He sighs. "I'll get more food after school."

I frown. "You can't just skip breakfast!"

Jason shrugs. "I can't exactly not, can I? We don't have any food."

I drag my hands down my face. "Alright. Okay. Buy something in the cafeteria, alright? So that you don't go all day without food." I grab five dollars out of my jeans pocket and hand it to him. "And go get dressed. I'm leaving in ten minutes and not a bit later."

Jason runs into his room and returns a minute later with a shirt and shorts on, his glasses askew and hair unbrushed.

"You look like shit," I tell him. "Aight, time to leave."

He glances down at himself, confused, and then follows me to the car. It was our mother's, so it's pretty beat-up considering that was how she died.

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Beryl Grace. Where to start on Beryl?

She was an actress. She had that weird hairstyle from the 80s for whatever reason. She thought she was better than she actually was.

She hooked up with a rich man named Zeus for whatever reason, and then out popped me.

He dumped her a couple weeks later.

Beryl did not like that.

She hooked up with him again (who Jason and I later found out was just a lookalike of him named Jupiter) and had Jason.

Then he broke up with her again (well, for the first time, really).

Yeah. Beryl was rather pissed.

She somehow managed to give Zeus custody of Jason (despite him not even being his father) and got rid of him when he was two. I ran away from home when I was ten, only a few months later, because she had started drinking her sorrows away.

Five years later, I returned home, because I had heard on the news that an ex-actress named Beryl Grace had just died. She was drunk, speeding, and had hit a car going in the opposite direction. Her injuries were fatal.

I didn't care that she had died.

I went looking for my brother Jason with the help of the police after that, and now here we are. In Beryl's old house. With a car that it took years to buy and will probably break down in a couple of weeks.

Life is fucking fun.

-— -— -— -—

I arrive at school and catch up with RARA—well, Reyna, she hates it when people call her that—before gym. She's my lab partner in bio.

"Sup, RARA," I say.

She rolls her eyes. "Really, Grace?"

I laugh. "You know you love me."

"I can name three people who love you, and they're Jason Grace, Hazel Levesque, and Nico di Angelo."

"I can't think of a single person who loves you," I fire back. It's meant to be a joke, but Reyna flinches.

She recovers herself quickly, and I pretend that I didn't notice.

"I could definitely name more than three," she says. "My soulmate tattoo—" this time it's my turn to flinch "—is a quiver of arrows and a bow. There's an arrow for every person who loves me, and there's heaps."

"How many?" I say flatly.

"One for my sister," she says, "one for each of my dogs, one for Nico di Angelo—"

"Alright, enough," I grumble. "How do you know if they're romantic or not?"

"Black for family, grey for friends, white for romantic."

"How do you know?"

She shrugs. "I just do."

I get that answer a lot. But despite that, I never just seem to know anything about soulmates.

"How are you supposed to know who your soulmate is?" I blurt out.

Reyna stares at me for a while, her expression unreadable.

"I've heard that whenever you kiss, you get tingles all over your tattoos. It's easier to figure out if you have a big tattoo."

I think about Jason, who's tattoo isn't even there half the time, and then I think about mine. It's not massive, but it's also not small.

I'm silent for a bit. "Can I have proof that there's more people who love you than me?"

"How would I give you said proof, Grace?"

"Show me?"

Reyna barks a laugh. "I'm not showing you my tit, Grace."

My face heats up. "Oh, shit," I say. "I forgot the tattoo was there. Um. Sorry."

She rolls her eyes. "Well, anyway, I'd best be off. I have a class to get to."

"We're going to the same class, dumbass."

She ignores me and flounces away.

-— -— -— -—

I arrive at the gym and glance around. My eyes fall on a bespectacled blond boy with a scar stretched across his smile.

"Jason?" I ask, jogging over to him. "What are you doing here?"

"This class is mixed," my brother replies, turning away from his mate—who I now recognise as my cousin Percy Jackson—to look at me.

"I hope the freshmen and the seniors aren't mixed."

Jason looks aghast. "Not at all!"

I laugh at his obvious discomfort, and Percy joins in.

"It's a shame," he says through giggles. "Nico could have been in this class."

Reyna comes up to me. "Who's your friend?"

"I could say the same thing about you," Jason and Percy say at the same time.

Reyna rolls her eyes. "I know who you are, Jason. But I don't know him." She points at Percy.

"That's my cousin, Percy," I reply. "Related on dad's side. I haven't seen him in years though." I examine him. "His fingers are still chubby."

Percy presses his hands to his chest, aghast. "Excuse you? Not everyone can have perfect fingers!"

"Related on mom or dad's side?"

"Dad's. My mom was an only child."

Reyna nods her approval. "Nice to meet you, Percy. My name is Reyna."

"Her initials are RARA," I say in a stage-whisper. Percy's eyes widen. Reyna slaps me.

"I said not to tell anyone!" she hisses.

"Don't worry, now you get to know that Percy's full name is Perseus," I console her.

"I want to know how Jason got his scar," Reyna says, staring at Jason's lips. Jason blushes.

"Don't tell her," he groans.

"He tried to eat a stapler," I say anyway. Percy starts to choke.

"What?!" he and Reyna say at the same time.

Jason's face goes bright red. "Thals—"

"He was two," I add, "but he picked it up and he stuck it in his mouth and click! And then he screamed."

Percy covers his mouth to hide a snort. Reyna is not quite as polite. Her laughter echoes all around the gym.

"Anyway," I say, smirking at their reactions, "we should probably go to where everyone's gathering. Don't wanna be marked late even if we're here."

Reyna shrugged, as though she couldn't care less, but Jason practically ran towards the coach. Percy and I laughed and followed. I half-glanced back at Reyna, who had a hand over her heart and a sad look on her face.

[honeyimthedevil]

Tattoo artist AU

Pairing: Peter Parker x Tony Stark

Word count: 2,2K

I wrote this for a friend's birthday and they let me post it

***

Peter cleaned the exes ink from the fresh tattoo and wrapped it. He explained to the person again what he can and can’t do and then walked him out of the salon. He changed the needle, cleaned the stool and sat down, waiting for his next client.

A sleek car pulled up in front of the salon. One very good-looking man got out of the Audi and looked at the sign on top of the shop. He opened the door, making the bell over in jingle.

Peter turned around at the sound of the bell and smiled.

"Welcome to Peter's tattoo studio! I'm Peter. How can I help you?" He walked up to the person, who turned around to face him.

"Hello darling," the man smiled back at him, "I believe I have an appointment to get my first tattoo"

Peter's mouth watered at the sign of the man in front of him. The male looked strangely familiar and very very handsome.

Peter reached for his notebook and looked over the names.

"You're Tony Stark?"

"The one and only" the man answered.

"Come with me, sir"

"Please, call me Tony"

"Okay Tony. You can sit here," Peter pointed to the stool, "Do you know what kind of tattoo you want? And where you want it?"

"Yes, I know what I want. But before I tell you, your tattoos look phenomenal!" He complimented, looking over Peter's arms.

"Thank you, Tony. Will you tell me what I'm gonna be doing, please?"

"Yes. Yes of course. I want it on my side. Here's a picture" Tony got a phone out of his pocket and scrolled a little before turning it to Peter. The boy took the phone in his hands and observed the picture. It was a single red rose with the words 'love is love' in cursive along the staple.

"Okay," Peter gave him back the phone, "Can you send me the picture. You can get comfortable. You can just lift your shirt or take it of, whatever you're comfortable with"

Tony took of his shirt, revealing his scared chest, and threw it on the chair next to the bed. He was quick with sending the picture, then he lied down on the side that wasn't getting tattooed.

"Take your time, Pete" he said, looking around the room. The boy took the colors he needed and put them, along with the gun on the rollable table. He went to the computer and clicked a few buttons. The printer at the corner of the table buzzed and a single sheet of paper appeared.

"How old are you?" Tony asked, looking over Peter.

"I'm gonna tell you only if you tell me first" the boy said, taking the sheet, a spray bottle and cotton balls and putting them on next to the gun, on the small table.

"I'm 45. Now you" Tony answered.

"You don't look 45. I thought you were 35 at max. I'm 19, turning 20 in a few months"

"You're young. I, to be honest, don't remember that part of my life really well"

"Why?" Peter asked, turning to Tony, "oh, sorry. That's a personal question. You don't have to tell me"

"It's okay. I was drunk most of the time, and high, and I don't mean I was tipsy kind of drunk. I was completely wasted. I stopped drinking anything other than beer when I was 30"

"Oh. I haven't tried anything other than beer. I'm still underage" Peter said.

Tony nodded, falling silent. Peter rolled his chair to the bed and put on gloves. He opened the bottle and poured some of the liquid on the cotton.

"Do you want it here?" Peter pointed around the middle of Tony's side.

"Yes"

Peter ran the cotton over Tony's skin and then threw it in the bin. He placed the print on the disinfected stop and pressed it for a few seconds, then put it aside.

"It's not supposed to hurt much. Tell me if it does" he explained, preparing the gun.

"Okay, Pete"

The boy turned it on and the room was filled with the buzzing sound. Peter made the first line and wiped the exes ink.

"How did that feel?" He asked.

"It didn't hurt at all. You can continue"

Peter nodded and continued with the stem.

"Tony, can I ask you something?" The boy said, breaking the silence.

"Of course"

"You seem very familiar, have we met before?" He wiped away the ink again.

"Do you buy New York Times' magazines?"

"Yes, but what does that have to do with it?"

"I was on the cover a few months ago"

"You were?" Peter asked, amused.

"Yeah, because I confirmed I was gay. It's been a big scandal over the years, my sexuality"

Peter got lost in his thoughts for a second.

"Wait, you're Tony Stark, the CEO of stark industries?"

"The company is mine. I'm not CEO, though"

"You're a millionaire!" Peter exclaimed.

"A billionaire, actually. Don't treat me differently because of my money. I've had enough of that"

"I won't" Peter nodded.

"Can I- can I tell you a secret?" The boy asked.

"Um, yeah, if you want to"

"I'm bi. Nobody knows, well, except you"

"Still in the closet, I see. I completely accept you. Anything else you want to get of your chest?" Tony asked.

"I'm still virgin. Don't laugh at me please. I just haven't found the right person yet"

"I'm not gonna laugh at you Pete. It rare to see that these days. Let's be real, I'm the one in the wrong here, losing my virginity at 14" the man explained.

"You were 14?"

"Yep, and it was with a prostitute. I'm not proud of it" Tony wiggled.

"Don't move" Peter gripped Tony with more force

"Sorry"

An hour later Tony's tattoo was ready. Peter wrapped it and let the man sit on the bed.

"If I, hypothetically, asked you out what would you say?" Tony suddenly blurted out.

"Hypothetically, I'll say yes" Peter answered.

"When do you finish work? I'm gonna get you"

"You're my last client for today"

"Oh, then I'll wait for you to close and then imma take you for a coffee maybe?"

"Yeah, coffee sounds good" Peter smiled at him.

Peter started tidying up the studio, while Tony sat on the stool asking if he can help with anything and the boy saying no every time. Thirty minutes more later they were walking out of the shop.

"Is this your car?" Peter asked, pointing at the flashy yellow Audi parked in front of the studio.

"Yep, my favorite" Tony unlocked said car and opened the passenger door for Peter. The boy sat in and the man closed the door, going to his seat. He breathed in the smell of the car and started the engine, driving off.

"Which coffee shop do you prefer?" Tony asked.

"I make my own coffee at home. You choose, I don't know which is good"

"I make my own coffee as well. Do you wanna come to mine?" He proposed.

"Well, if you don't mind having a stranger in your house" Peter said.

"You're not a stranger. You're Peter" the boy chuckled.

"Okay, we can go to yours" Tony nodded and continued onward.

With the music in the background, the car drive was filled with chatter. They entered the suburbs and Tony parked before one of the fanciest houses Peter has ever seen. They entered the house with Tony being welcomed by his AI. Peter looked around amazed.

"Wow, this place is amazing" the boy exclaimed.

"Thanks," Tony said, leaning on the dark leather couch, "How do you like your coffee?"

"With lots of milk"

"Of course," the man chuckled, "you heard him, J" he told, looking at the ceiling.

"Okay, boss. One black coffee and one with a lot of milk will be ready in a minute"

"Thanks J. Do you mind if I go change?" He asked Peter.

"No, not at all. I'll advise you not to put a shirt on though and you can unwrap the tattoo, let it breath"

"Okay, I'll be back in a sec.

Tony walked down a corridor and Peter was left alone in the living room.

"Mr. Parker, your and sir's coffee are ready and are in the kitchen, the second room on your left"

"Um, thank you Jarvis"

Peter went to the kitchen and took the two steaming cups in his hands. He put them on the table in the leaving room and sat on the couch. Around a minute later Tony was back, now in a pair of sweats with white socks and no shirt on as Peter said he should do.

"Thank you again, the tattoo looks amazing" Tony said as he sat down and taking his cup.

"Well, after all, that's what I do for a living"

A comfortable silence fell over them, they sipped on their coffees.

"Do you plan on going to university?" Tony asked.

"I wanted to go. I was supposed to be in MIT, they accepted me and everything. But then I discovered my passion for tattoos after getting my first one when I was seventeen. I opened the studio when I was eighteen, almost two years ago. And I love my job, it pay the bills. So what else can I want?" Peter explained.

"That's good, that you like what you're doing" Tony agreed.

They started a small chat and before they knew it it was dark outside. When Peter acknowledged that he said, "I should better get going. I don't wanna bother you"

"You're not bothering me, Pete. And since you're already here, why don't you just stay for dinner as well?"

"Well, um, okay. I guess I can stay for dinner" the boy agreed.

"Amazing! I won't try to cook anything because I would probably poison you. What pizza do you like?"

"Pepperoni or margherita"

"JARVIS, order one pizza pepperoni and one margherita, please" Tony said.

"They're on the way sir," the AI said a minute later, "and will be here in twenty minutes"

"Thanks J"

"No problem, sir"

When the pizza arrived Tony put the two boxes on the table in front of them with a pile of napkins.

"Do you wanna watch a movie while we eat?" Tony asked.

"Why not. What movie should we watch?"

"I don't know. I heard that new animated Disney movie was good"

"Do you mean Frozen?"

"Ah, yes, that one. Do you wanna watch it?"

"I don't see why not"

Without saying anything else the movie started playing on the TV.

At the scene where Anna turned to ice and Elsa's love turned her back to life Tony looked at Peter. The boy was crying.

"I guess the tuff  guy isn't that tuff" the man said, voice laced with sarcasm.

"I have two arm sleeves of tattoos, yes. That doesn't mean I'm though. I'm actually very feminine. I wear panties and I like lingerie. I would wear skirts and crop tops but I'm scared of what would people think" Peter said through tears, clearly not thinking what he's saying.

"You wear panties?" Tony asked. The boy nodded and stood up, pushing his jeans down, showing his round ass in those black lacy panties he was in. He then pulled his pants back up and sat down wiping his eyes like he didn't just showed his ass. Tony stood there looking shocked. Peter turned to him and looked at him confused.

"Why are you.... I just showed you my ass" the realization hit him like a hard rock.

"Uh huh, you did" Tony agreed, still looking shocked.

"I'm sorry, I- "

"Your ass is amazing," Tony interrupted, "I like you even more now. Wanna see it again too"

"You wanna see my ass again?"

"Yes, and to squish it in my hands"

"I have an idea"

Peter stood up again and took of his jeans, leaving them on the floor. He crawled on the couch and lied on Tony's lap, ass up. The man looked down at him even more shocked than before.

"You'll let me touch your ass?"

"Yep" Peter wiggled, making his ass jiggle.

Tony's hands settled on the roundness, giving it a squish, making Peter giggle. He didn't move his hands after.

"Can we stay like this for a while?" Tony asked.

"Okay," Peter shook his head, chuckling, "but I have a better position for that" he moved so that he was sitting in Tony's lap, their chests pressed together and the man's hands on Peter's ass again.

"Yeah that one is better" Tony said.

They didn't talk much after that. Peter stayed cuddled in Tony's chest and soon found himself drifting off. His head was tucked in the crook of Tony's neck, the smell off his cologne filling the boy's nostrils. When the man realized Peter was asleep he stood up, the boy still in his arms, and walked to his bedroom. He put the boy down and lied next to him, cuddling him from behind. Tony fell asleep too, with Peter in his arms and said boy's ass pressed against his crotch.

[ererokii]

What Goes Around Comes Around

T. Shouto x Fem! Reader (inspired song fic)

Song: What Goes Around by Justin Timberlake

Warnings: angst, cheating, like one scene of sex (very small scene), characters are 18+

Italics mean flashback

Word Count: 3k

A/N: This is my first fic and my first attempt at writing angst so I’m sorry if this is quite shit and of course it had to be my boy (pls forgive if there are typos). Also big shoutout to @shoutodoki and @shoutosplaything (also thank u for beta reading gabbi) for letting me tag them!

Don’t wanna think about it

Don't wanna talk about it

I’m just so sick about it

I can’t believe it's ending this way

Just so confused about it

Feeling the blues about it

I just can’t do it without ya

Can you tell me is this fair?

14 days

It’s been 14 days since the last time you saw Shouto Todoroki. You refused to acknowledge him as the man that you once loved but deep down inside you knew that you still love him. Everyday your thoughts kept haunting you as if it was a song that kept repeating itself without your permission.

Was I good enough?

Did he not love me anymore?

Could I have known before it happened?

Could it have been fixed?

Maybe I wasn’t putting enough effort?

You thought that your relationship was perfect. Like every other couple, you had your ups and downs. To something as silly as leaving the dirty dishes there or something as serious as miscommunication. Regardless, that was the best relationship you’ve been in for a while. Thought Shouto was the one to be. The one you would spend the rest of your life with. You guys were the It Couple. All your friends would always compliment on your relationship. Soulmates. That’s how everyone described your relationship with Shouto. A bond that could never be broken. The universe bringing two people together to forge the most perfect relationship. That’s what everyone used to say.

Tonight, just like every night you stared up at the ceiling refusing to let sleep take over your body as all you saw was Shouto when you closed your eyes. Laying on the couch, you stared up at the ceiling like you were in a trance, unmoving. The blanket lazily hangs off of the couch as you refused to shield your body from the cold. The unfinished dinner stayed on the granite counter in your kitchen, the half-empty wine bottle laid untouched on your low table. How pathetic you thought to yourself as you let out a weak chuckle and sat up slowly, running a hand through your messy hair. A bang like knock to your door startled you, making you turn your head quickly and could have sworn you almost gave yourself whiplash. “Who in the hell..” you mumbled and stood up, wiping your sweaty palms against your shorts as you made your way to the door, stopping in front of it. You let out a deep sigh and fixed your hair quickly to the best of your ability.

“Who is it?”

“Y/N.”

You let out an indescribable noise as you quickly covered your mouth. Why was he here? What does he need? Is he drunk? Millions of questions raced through your mind. Even with the door separating you two, you could still feel his intense gaze burning holes right through it.

“Y/N please open the door. I just want to talk to you and explain things.”

“There is nothing to talk about Todoroki” you snapped and leaned your forehead against the cool wood. He internally cringed whenever you used his last name. It sounded so foreign to him whenever the word escaped your mouth that he honestly forgot what it sounded like.

“Please all I ask of you is to let me explain”

You let out a low groan and unlocked the door quickly, opening it with force that even Shouto was surprised you would agree to face him.

“Explain?! You’re gonna explain how you oh so magically or you tripped and stuck your dick in another girl’s vagina?! Cause if you have an amazing explanation please be my guess and enlighten me.”

“Y/N come on don’t act like that..”

“No! You have no right to tell me how I should be acting! And don’t you fucking dare call me by my name. We aren’t formal anymore” You snapped and felt tears starting to form. You wouldn’t give him the pleasure to see you cry. Not again.

~~~~

The thought of marrying Shouto has been on your mind for the longest. Being in a relationship for 3 almost 4 years with him was amazing, you were deeply in love with him and you wanted to take the next step.

Recently you noticed a difference in Shouto’s behavior. He lost his loving touch. As time went on you noticed the bridge separating both of you as if it forbade you to meet in the middle once again. It started off small. He would come home later than usual. Yes being a Pro-Hero called for him to be out at unusual times of the night but this didn’t feel right. It wasn’t right.

“Shouto!” You called out from the front of your apartment, slipping on your shoes. “I’m going to be out for a while with Ochako! I shouldn’t be gone too long!”

Silence.

You were met with silence.

A frown formed on your face as you glanced at the man sitting down on the couch, staring down at his phone. ”Shouto?” This time you were met with a grunt. Least it was better than silence. “Did you even listen to what I said?”

“No. What did you say”

Ouch. That hurt.

“I said I was going out. With Ochako” you announced slowly, expecting that he would take notice this time. ”Uh-huh. That's cool.” he mumbled, not looking up from his phone once as a small smile formed on his face. ”Well..okay then I'll see you later then. I love you.”

Once again you were met with silence but this time he lifted his head up to meet your gaze. The look in his eyes looked unrecognized, something you haven't seen since the beginning of your friendship. ”Ok. Stay as long as you want.”

That was some of the red flags you should have taken notice of, but you were so blinded by your love for him that you didn't bring it up.

You told your best friend, Ochako Uraraka about the situation and she simply told you that you were probably overreacting and just needed to speak with the man himself. “Ochako you know he doesn't even acknowledge me anymore. He doesn't say ’I love you’, he's not affectionate anymore and always pushes me away whenever I try to have sex with him. Is it me? Am I doing something wrong?”

The brunette girl sitting beside you swirled the red wine in her glass as she stared down at it. ”I really wish I knew the answer for you Y/N-chan. From what it sounds like you just need to sit down and talk with him. It could possibly just be miscommunication.”

”What if he's cheating on me?”

”I'm going to have to stop you right there. Todoroki may be a bit dense at times but he isn't an idiot. If that were the case I would personally go down there and show him that he doesn't mess with the best girl around. In case you didn't notice, you're the best girl.

A weak chuckle escaped your lips as you took the final sip of your wine, relishing the way it went down your throat and left a tangy aftertaste. “Maybe I’ll buy a little something on the way back. Maybe some strawberry milk and soba noodles from his favorite place.”

“I mean you can do or you could just go straight home and talk to him without any bribery.”

A sigh exited your mouth as you placed your now empty glass on her white table. ”I really appreciate that you let me come over”

A smile tugged on her lips as she wrapped her arms around you, hugging you tightly against her smaller frame. “Of course Y/N-Chan! Let me know how it goes after!”

Then that’s how you found yourself in front of your door, reciting a small monologue on how you would approach the man. You opened the door quietly, staying put when you heard the soft creak of the door. “He should be home..” you whispered to yourself as you shut the door behind you once you entered your shared apartment. “All I have to do is approach and speak my mi-“ Black heels? When did you leave black heels here?

You didn’t. The only pair of shoes that were beside the black heels were your white slippers. You felt as if your heart dropped down in the depths of your body. It was a misunderstanding. It had to be.

You began walking towards your room, taking quiet steps despite feeling that your feet were dragging across the floor. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He wasn’t capable of doing that. Right?

Turning the corner to enter the hallway you stopped your motion and stared. Across the hallway was your closed bedroom door. It felt like a journey that hasn’t even begun. Before taking a single step towards your destination, you heard it.

“S-Shouto!”

That was it. The moan. The noise of skin slapping against skin and the creaking of your once shared bed where it was him making you feel that good. Him touching you in a way that no one else could feel his touch. It used to be you. Only you.

“No no no” you repeated like a mantra and walked over quickly only to stop in front of the door, hand resting about the door knob. You were hesitating, but why? You already had your answer. Was it because you were in denial? You thought this was a dream?

Taking a deep breath you grasped the knob and turned it, pushing the door open quietly.

There it was. The scene you always hoped you would never see. Your now ex-boyfriend, drilling some woman into your mattress. Your presence seemed to be ignored by them.

“Fuck baby you fuck me so good!”

“You’re so fucking tight” Shouto grunted and threw his head back and closed his eyes before opening them again, tensing up on once he spotted you standing right behind him. His hips stilled as his hands let go of the woman’s ass.

You couldn’t believe it and started shaking your head in denial

“Y/N this isn’t what it looks like”

“Oh? What is it then huh? I know I’m not fucking blind. I can see what is going on with my own two eyes.”

He got off the bed quickly and grabbed a spare sheet, placing it on top to cover himself up. “Please Y/N” he whispered. He sounded desperate as he reached to grab your hand while taking a step towards you.

“How long has this been going on.”

“What?”

“How long have you been doing this behind my back.”

“...6 months.”

The past 6 months seemed like a lie now. Every kiss. Every touch. Every ‘I love you’ was nothing but a lie. Now, you remembered all the red flags that were thrown your way but your denial got the best of you. The constant fighting, blowing you off on dates to go hang out at ‘Midoriya’s place’ or even ‘Bakugo’s place’. Coming home late even when he wasn't called for work. It all made sense now.

”Baby we can talk about this”

“No!” You snapped and pointed a shaky finger at him. “Do not beg me. I gave you everything I possibly could. I put in all my time and my energy for this relationship and for you to just..” you trailed off and covered your mouth with your hand, suppressing a sob from fleeing. ”You know...instead for future purposes. If you want out of a relationship j-just tell them. Don't cheat on them from behind. And don’t you dare call me that fucking name again.” You said as confident as you could but in reality it was the opposite of confident. Your voice was wavering, your once perfect mascara was running down your face mixed with your tears.

Shouto gulped and clenched the sheet in his hand. “I still love you Y/N.. we can talk this out please. Just give me a chance.” He whispered and looked directly into your eyes. Broken. Torn. Guilty. The look in his eyes seemed to stare right through your soul.

“If you really loved me, you would have never cheated on me in the first place. You would have come up to me and spoken to me how you felt instead of doing this behind my back… I’m going to leave. When I come back, I want you out of my apartment. Take everything you own and leave.”

Is this the way it’s really going down?

Is this how we say goodbye?

Shoulda known better when you came around

That you were gonna make me cry

Now it’s breaking my heart to watch you run around

Cause I know that you’re living a lie

But that’s ok baby cause in time you will find

What goes around, comes around

~~~~

You shut your eyes tightly as the memory and clenched your fists right by your side.

“I was drunk. I went to a bar right when you left to go visit Uraraka.” Shouto said as he took a small step towards you. It felt like the world was suffocating you.

“A bar? That’s your excuse for cheating on me? Drunk for 6 months? Please. I’m not stupid. I know plenty of men that get ‘drunk’ and they don’t cheat on their significant other. I didn’t expect that coming from your mouth. You disappointed me. You let me down. You made me feel like it was my fault.”

“That’s because it’s not!” He suddenly yelled and you flinched slightly at the sudden change of his tone. He let out a deep sigh and kept going forward till he had you caged between him and the wall inside your apartment. “It was all me. I was stupid. I’m sorry for hurting you..I should have just came up to you and spoke to you how I was feeling. I’m sorry.” He whispered and placed his finger underneath your chin to make you look up at him.

You gulped and felt his intense gaze stare through you. His bi-colored hair tickling the top of your forehead. His face was close to yours, you could feel his hot breath hitting your face as he cupped your cheek.

“I’m afraid of losing you..I don’t want to lose you Y/LN” he whispered into your ear, smiling faintly when he saw you shiver. Even like this, he still had the same effect on you and you loathed it. “We can just forgive and forget.. I’ll make it up to you I promise just please forgive me”

You wanted to. You wanted time to go back and give you what you wanted. A meaningful relationship. Being with Shouto was on your mind everyday as if it was mocking you. You desperately wanted to be in his loving arms again, feeling his body on yours. Now that you were caged behind him, a low level panic started to arise in your body. Could you ever forgive him? How could you forget? What makes this different? What if he does it again?

“She cheated on you didn’t she”

“I’m sorry?”

“I said, she cheated on you. Didn’t she?”

His quietness was all you needed as your answer. You shook your head and looked up at him, stroking his scar gently with your thumb.

“And you felt if you came back to me thinking I’ll let you back huh? You think that because she cheated on you it’ll make us relate on a different level and make everything better right? How’d it feel? It felt horrible huh? Like your heart was being ripped into two then stomped on.”

Shouto growled faintly and gripped your shoulders a bit tighter, opening his mouth to say something but you interrupted him.

“No. I’m not done fucking talking. I cried. I cried and cried for your sorry ass. You and I are not feeling the same type of pain. I loved you. She didn’t. I..I still love you” you whispered the last part under your breath

Shouto sucked in air as he tensed up. Time seemed to stop as the earth stilled. No one said anything. You missed the silence with him. Under different circumstances you would have enjoyed it. “You..you still love me?”

“Course I still love you!” You cried out and pushed him off of you, walking towards him as he kept backing up with each step you took. “But I can’t be with you. Part of me wants to forgive you and throw myself at you but the other half is telling me you’ll just do it again.”

“You think I would do it again?”

“I mean you did it the first time. So what would make it different from the next? Todoroki you just.. you need to leave.”

He quickly reached for your hands and cupped them, holding them to his chest. “I can’t lose you Y/N..” he whispered

“You already did.” You said coldly and pulled your hands out of his grasp. “What goes around comes around huh? That’s your karma now. Get out. I never want to see you again. I want the guilt to swallow you alive.”

He stood there unmoving, hands grasping around nothing as he looked up at you. He cleared his throat before speaking. “I’m sorry. I hope we can start over again soon. I hope you can forgive me.”

You watched as Todoroki walked down the steps and into the dark night. It felt like a weight was lifted off of your shoulders but the hole in your heart was still wide and open. Closing the door till he was no longer in sight, you let your head fall against the wood, letting out a shaky breath that you didn’t know you were holding in.

“Goodbye Todoroki Shouto.”

Is this the way it’s really going down?

Is this how we say goodbye?

Shoulda known better when you came around

That you were gonna make me cry

Now it’s breaking my heart to watch you run around

Cause I know that you’re living a lie

But that’s ok baby cause in time you will find

What Goes Around, Comes Around

[noirapocalypto]

Gimme uh fuckin uuuuuuuuh 90 thru 100 of the ask game

Thank you, mi rey!! 💕💕

90. do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

Yeah, I do it at night. I feel like I wash off all the gunk from the daytime and sleep with a clean face all through the night and next day. If that makes sense?

91. have you ever been high?

Ye, occasionally. Haven't smoked in a while since its still dumb Texas and good weed is hard to buy here.

92. have you ever been drunk?

Once, I think. Drinking isn't really for me.

93. last thing you ate?

A bowl of Cocoa Pebbles.

94. favorite lyrics right now

I dunno if it counts, but literally the entire song of Lovesong by The Cure. It makes me think of my fic and it helps give me ideas.

95. summer or winter?

Winter all the way!

96. day or night?

Night time!

97. dark, milk, or white chocolate?

Milk chocolate!

98. favorite month?

October!

99. what is your zodiac sign

I'm an aquarius.

100. who was the last person you cried in front of?

I think it was my mom.