#someone help me I needa stop eating all this shit

[monstas1ut2]

2/3 Eren Yeager (Smut Warning!)

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That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka!

The screenshot sound was pretty loud as your back went up and down like a roach sprayed with raid. The male on the other side of the phone laughing his ass off. Well, he wasn't the only one.. but he's the one who took the screenshot.

"Delete that shit, don't put it on Instagram Connie!" Your pretty face was immediately in the camera's view. Your eyes a little wide at the fact that you were caught off guard. But at the same time, you let yourself go in front of the group. That's your wrong doing. But it made them smile nonetheless.

The people who were on the call at the moment were Connie, Jean, and Sasha. The rest were either too bothered to be in such a crackhead group, or they were busy.. probably the first one. Anyways, everyone in first period happened to be your friend, they were all different but they adored you nonetheless... even Annie... she just hides hers pretty well. Anyways, It's almost the end of senior year already and the bond is hard to break..

"That's my favorite song, you can't be catchin a hoe off guard.." you scolded the bald male who still happened to be laughing. His controller in his hand since he was playing nba2k. Jean was also playing but at the moment he was trying to figure out what you were doing.. and he's mad he didn't see..

"What did she do now?!"

"She was throwing her back out of place!" Sasha muffled out as she was stuffing her cheeks with a Hershey chocolate bar. She was also watching Hell's Kitchen on her tv, you could hear it.

"Daddy Jean aint need to hear all that.." you playfully spoke as you bit your lip at him. It was obvious he liked you, not to the point where he wanted a relationship though.. he's just a bit of a man whore.

Though everytime you mumble a 'Daddy Jean' , he's all for it. That's yo bitch.

After a bit of a pause of talking, Connie had picked up his phone and you were now cleaning the table that was in your room. The last time you were in this room, you didn't even have time to clean... Your father was screaming for you to hurry.

Let's explain, this weekend, you are visiting Hange, your mother . She missed you so she invited you to stay for a few days. Today is Friday so you have the whole weekend with her. She had planned Saturday and Sunday. Not to mention, Monday is a holiday so no school. 

"Hey guys... uh Armin and Eren having a party.. y'all comin?"

All while Sasha said yes, along with Jean.. you were still jamming to 2-pac spitting his shit. Your hand movements not going unseen by the three on your phone. So in result of not having a response from you, Connie screamed oh so suddenly which caused you to jump pretty high.

"What the Fuck is yo problem!? You bein held by gunpoint nigga?" Your voice showing 1% concern as you moved closer to the phone on your dresser and you stared into it.. quite surprised still.

"(Y/n)... you makin my hair fall out..." Connie spoke as he gave a sarcastic smile and... wow it was hard for everyone to suppress their laughter... your face would turn purple instead of red though..

"Ight~... watchu want?..."

"Eren-"

"Oooh, Eren.." you spoke in interest, your long eyelashes fluttering. This however made Jean and Connie 'throw up' at the same time. All while you rolled your (e/c) eyes.

"Yall do too much-.. and Jean, stay in yo game ight?.. befo I come through the screen and punch-"

"Eren havin a party.. are you going..?"

Tilting your head in slight disbelief that Connie interrupted you. Your eyes rolled as you looked to the side. Obviously leading them on, but at the same time they knew that Hange will let you go...

"Fine. But somebody pickin me up.. and Sasha cuz boo-boo can't drive worth a dime.."

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As much as you hated it, you sat uncomfortably in the dodge... Ugh... It's just something about you and dodge's. The cars radiate fuck boy energy, and guess who happened to be driving this car? Jean..

Though he let you sit in the passenger seat just because. Your eyes staring out the window as you messed with the stockings you had on. They were in a bit of a web, that was the design. You also had on a plaid skirt and this crop top with some white platforms. Oh you looked scrumptious.

The person who put this outfit together in the first place was Hange.

"Baby Jean, you need a new car... cuz-"

"It radiates Fuck boy energy.. you said it the first time you ever saw it... I know.." Jean pouted as he continued to drive to Eren's house. Who was shared with Armin. The two always lived together, some speculated that they were... sparkle sparkle.. gay.. but they aren't.. not that you would've minded.. it just would've been a bummer.

"(Y/n)... Didn't Your father take your car away...?"

Glaring back at Connie, who was wearing a white shirt with black pants and some timbs. You rolled your eyes and looked through your window again.

"Yeah but my car is a Mitsubishi.."

The neighborhood around these parts were quite pretty. Just like where you lived with your dad. But at the same time you were confused as to how Eren and Armin could afford such a place. The first thing popping in your mind being. Drug dealer and then you thought about what Sukihana said about dating them...

That's probably why Levi didn't want you around him... Yeah.. This whole senior year has been Levi making sure Eren doesn't sit beside you... nor have a project with you... It's like he barely existed at first. Though you always had these ways to talk to him. He's not even that bad.. he's quite the hottie and he knows what to say... he's just a flirt, and you edge him on every time...

"(Y/n)! Can you come with me to find the food?"

Snapping out of those thoughts of Eren, you didn't even realize Jean had already parked. A small 'mhm' coming from your throat as you opened the car door. Everyone else doing the same. Lord it was a bunch of people out here. People were outside and inside which was baffling honestly.

A soft hand touched your wrist and started to drag you towards the house door. It was Sasha, her mouth almost watering for something to eat. She told Eren to make sure there was extra cheese in the fridge for her. Hidden... and lo and behold when you both shimmied through the crowd, the cheese was in the fridge. Her eyes beaming as she grabbed some chips as started eating like it was her last meal, nothing out of the ordinary.

"This music actually hits..." you spoke out to nobody in particular as your hips started to move ever so gently. Though as nice as your body was, it looked more seductive than anything. Popping one of those chips into your mouth as your hips continued to wine ever so gently.

The looks you were getting, not only lustful but want... The way your long dreads just complimented your look had only made it worse. The second you decide to stop, it seemed like everyone stopped looking at you. In slight despair that you'd stopped. Though one individual in particular was continuing to stare...

His hand, wrapped around the cup as he'd sipped at the liquid inside. The black ring on his middle finger caused his hand to look hotter than it already was. He had these prominent veins that would just look so pretty on your brown skin...

"She likes you too..." the blonde that was a tad bit shorter spoke to his childhood friend, Eren.

"What makes you say that..." lord, somehow over all this music, and his low tone... you could still feel the vibration of Eren's voice. Just glancing from the kitchen as Eren was sitting on the couch in the living room. Leaning back like he owned the place... well he did.

Fine ass..

Giving him a bit of a stare, your glossy lips curved into a smirk as you glanced at him up and down. All before turning your attention back to your friend who was having the time of her life eating...

"So Sash.. what's up with you and Connie...? Yall gon date.. or-"

"(Y/n)!"

"My bad.. my bad.. I just wanted to know"

The party was a bit lively, more than anything since this is a longer weekend. So everyone was happy.. including you because they were playing your favs. So of course your body started to move again. That skirt of yours being a paid actress in helping you look more hot. Though, what you did not expect was someone coming up behind you...

Now that's nasty..

You whipped your head around about to give them an earful... though... you saw that smexy... face and you looked kinda shocked...

"Oh..." you choked out before turning your head again.. Eren's evil little smirk had caught you off guard. It boosted his confidence even more that you didn't feel the need to even move away from him. His hands slithering onto your full hips.

Man, he was really risking everything this time... considering your father is.. Levi...

This however was thrown out of the window because of the fact that you could feel Eren's... crotch against that thick form of yours. That little smirk on your face only widening as you started to gently rub against him, your back bending over somewhat.

His long brown hair then started to ever so gently fall in front of his face as his greenish eyes stared hard into your body. That harsh little grip on your waist made you feel all different types of high. Gawd.

"You like that huh...? I know.." your cute, but seductive voice made Eren chuckle just a tad. It causing you to almost choke on those words.. This man didn't need to TRY to be hot... he was already smexy.

His hands then started to travel up your body to your arms and he gently pulled you up towards him, your back against his scrumptious chest. All you could do was open your mouth a bit, quite surprised that he wanted to be this close with you.

"Eren... You a lil close... you needa tell me sum?"

The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself... it was new to Eren when he first met you.. but he got used to it real quick and he noticed he wanted something he never knew existed.. and that was you.

"Can't tell you here... but I can tell you in the bedroom..." Eren purred out, his voice smooth as a babies skin, smooth as butter. It caused you to tingle, the female between your legs wanting that more than anything.

Biting your glossy lips, the room started to become hotter than it already was. The people who were in the house started to pile out of the main and started to go outside. It was quite cold outside as well, but the party continues.

"Where the hell is (Y/n)..." Jean spoke to himself as he watched Connie and Sasha become drunks in two seconds. It was obvious he himself could not drink since he is the driving parent tonight.. but he now had nothing to do... he's just wondering where... you are..

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"S-..Shit Eren~..."

The (f/c) nails you had were now digging into Eren's muscular arms as his lips caressed your neck. The seductive kisses making dark marks on your brown, beautiful skin.

Your head being thrown back onto the soft black pillow as your pretty toes curled. Feeling Eren's slender fingers inside of your pussy. His intimidating green eyes watching your every expression, every move. Seeing that your crop top was already rolled up over your pretty chocolate mound breasts that were covered with your bra.

"E-Eren, s-stahp..." choking that out, you could hear the loud rip of your stockings when Eren moved his hand out of them. The wetness of your brown pussy lips being known pretty well when Eren's fingers slid your panties to the side.

"You don't want me to stop... huh...?"

"N-No.."

The electricity shocked through you when you watched Eren stare down into your eyes. Lust and want, all in them as his key necklace dangled in front of your face ever so gently.

His shirt immediately being discarded as he watched your pussy pulse from his fingers being pulled away from it. It was amazing to him how much you wanted him.. it was amazing... it ran something through him...

All you could see was his muscular frame, his hands to match as he easily tore through your bra. Watching the way your breasts fumbled out of the cups. He never seen a black woman's breasts before.. but it couldn't get any better than this though.. is what he thought.

"Daddy~... don't stare at em..." you pouted playfully before licking your glossy lips. Just running your fingers up Eren's arms as you eventually made your way up to his luscious hair. Running your fingers through the locks. Pulling him down ever so gently to finally get that kiss you wanted.

Eren's eyes glowed when he felt your soft lips, the lip gloss giving him this taste of lovely. His lips tasted of some sugar, kinda made you wonder what was in his cup before this.

The wetness of Eren's tongue touching yours as the both of you withered in this naughty, sloppy kiss. Something you both weren't supposed to do.... It was fun, crazy... scary..

"You act all bad outside of the bedroom huh... but you ain't ever have someone touch you..." Eren teased gently, in a whisper against your lips. His hand gripping your chin as he stared at your innocent looking face. Gently spitting all nastily into your mouth and you moaned out seductively. Swallowing it so easily..

"Show daddy you'll be able to take it..."

Eren's cock was so hard in his pants, it being unzipped by him and his underwear was now restricting his release. His eyes staring at your pretty pussy, the wet, pink insides were bright and untouched. Though his pale cock was eager to invade it.

"I-.. I can take it daddy..." your whimpers echoed In Eren's ears as he pushed his underwear down. Your knees being pushed to your chest as you felt Eren's stare. The plaid skirt you had was still on, so you tried to cover your pretty pussy with it.

"Stop... don't hide now.." Eren scoffed out as he gripped under your thighs, the underside of his cock rubbing up and down your wet and gooey pussy.

"Hold your legs... don't move.."

It was so demanding, your pussy clenching already as the wetness dripped down to your other hole. Your pretty, long nails visible to Eren as you held your legs as tightly as you could. Knowing Eren's cock was a monster. You could see it... right between your legs.. right between your brown pussy lips.. the contrast was unbelievable..

"F-Fuck!! Eren~~ ow~" the way your painted toes curled gave Eren a shiver of excitement. Your back arching ever so slightly as your virgin hole was taken away from you. Squeezing tightly around Eren's experienced cock.

"Shh.. it's Ight.. take it babydoll.." Eren's whisper was gentle and sincere as his thumb started to gently rub at your clit. Causing you to swallow your spit, though it spilled out. What also spilled out is your loud whimper. Your legs staying wide open for him as your hand slowly slid up his muscular structure.

"It's .. i-it's so big..."

Hearing these whimpers and words spill from your throat, Eren couldn't help but take his hand and wrap it around your throat. Causing your breath to be taken away oh so suddenly when Eren snapped his hips forward even more.

"Fuck!" Your moan could probably be heard outside as your breasts bounced from the impact. Eren's smirk wide as he felt the tightness of your insides. His necklace going back and forth ever so gently as his pelvis started to clap against you. The feeling was so foreign to you, having someone ram into you like this. But it was Eren... it wasn't just 'someone'..

Your (f/s) scent was powering against Eren's own scent. The feeling of Eren's cock was starting to really take a toll on you..

"A-Ahgh..."

Eren's cock was being enclosed so tightly, you just wet up his Dick so well.. he was starting to become obsessed.. more than he already was.

"Daddy's. little. pussy..." his deep voice echoed in your ears as he started to get a bit faster. Your breasts bouncing even more as Eren made sure that skirt was moved out the way. He wanted to make sure to see everything. His hand squeezing harder at your throat. It was keeping you firm against the bed, like a little fuck doll...

"I-it's your pussy Eren~"

Curling those pretty toes again, you could feel the bubbles in your lower region. The craziest orgasm you've ever experienced... just tip toeing to the tippy top. All you could muster was a pathetic whine. Your eyes watering up behind your long eyelashes.

"I'm-.. I'm cumming..." Your voice was so weak, it sounded like you were passing out almost. Just rolling your eyes back as the bed frame started to hit the wall. Your pussy gushing more than usual as the white cum started to coat Eren's cock a little.

"Shit... yeah~..." Eren growled under his breath, watching you come undone on his pale cock. Your thicker form was just so adorable, looking all bent up. Your locs scattered around ever so softly.

It was like he was fucking a goddess...

Eren was between harsh and soft, his manhandling ways were shown easily by the way he pulled out quickly and turned you over. Your plump ass shaking like jello as his cock easily slipped inside once again.. filling you up for the second time. God you just couldn't wait till you could feel his cum...

"Imma Fuck you till you turn dumb..." Eren spoke harshly as his long fingers gripped at some of your locs. Pulling them and wrapping them around his wrist somewhat. Gaining all control over you and your own body...

He wasn't playing either...

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2

[mizunetzu]

YOURE DOPE ASS SHIT HOMIE <3333 can i get uuHHHhh mutha fuckin tanaka x femboy reader ?

HAHAHA SAY LESS I NEVER EXPECTED TO GET A TANAKA REQUEST IM-

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Tanaka x reader - one date wonder

⚠️ warnings - reader is referred to as a girl unintentionally, by Nishinoya in the beginning. Don’t worry, I assure you this is a Male Fic. Ta-ho.

Pronouns - male, he/him

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If there was one thing Tanaka hated, it was pretty boys.

They were so over hyped. Just because they have a handsome face, all of a sudden they’re the talk of the town. Especially if they had a skirt on and whatnot. What happened to personality?

“Oi oi Ryu!”

Tanaka didn’t notice Nishinoya shoving a phone towards his face. He continued skimming through the Miyagi volleyball weekly magazine. “If I see one more article about that prick Oikawa I’m gonna-“

“Ryu!” Nishinoya practically slapped Tanaka’s head with his phone. Tanaka yelped.

“Hell was that for?!”

Nishinoya wordlessly held up his phone uncomfortably close to Tanaka’s face.

A girl with (h/l), boyish hair and a pretty pink skirt stood tall on Nishinoya’s small phone screen. The girl had cute (h/c) hair, framing her face as she posed with her hand flexed into a peace sign.

She was totally his type.

“Apparently she goes to our school.” Noya giddily scrolled through the girls feed, careful not to accidentally like anything as to not be caught stalking her page. Tanaka exhaled.

“Dude...if I ever see her I think I’m boutta simp.”

“Riiiight?” Nishinoya held down his phone screen to let Tanaka in on the girls social media page.

———

Walking into class the next day, he ran into a horde of girls surrounding someone in the middle of the room. There seemed to be someone in the center, awkwardly chuckling and trying to say something, but it was drowned out but the vociferous squeals or questions thrown at them. Tanaka couldn’t quite make out the person’s face.

Stalking closer, trying to subtly peek from over the heads of the girls, the person’s eyes slowly panned over to him. They locked eyes. Something seemed oddly familiar about that person. He couldn’t quite place it, though.

The person’s eyes lit up and they wadded their way out of the horde and made their way to him. Upon closer inspection, the person was handsome, and wearing the boy’s gakuran. It made sense, he was being crowded around a bunch of girls gawking at his pretty face. He immediately puffed out his chest and scowled.

“Oi oi! Got a problem, pretty boy?”

“P-pre...” The person, who he now knew was a boy, flushed and shook his head. “A-anyways! Tanaka-kun, can...”

“C-Can you meet me in the school courtyard after class!”

The boy bowed suddenly, making Tanaka falter and step back. He awkwardly coughed. “Uh-sorry man, do I know you?”

Of course he knew him. He was that one popular second year in class 2-4 that every girl was throwing their panties at. He found it weird that he wanted to talk to him out of everyone.

“My name is (L/n) (Y/n)! I’m-im in class 4 but I...don’t think we‘ve ever spoken before...”

“Then why do you wanna meet up later? Do you needa tell me sumthin’? Can’t you just tell me now?”

“No!” (Y/n) puffed out his cheeks. For such a high strung popular pretty boy, he was acting pretty fumbly and flustered. “I can’t say it here-!”

“Uh...ok...see you there...?”

“Thank you!” (Y/n) smiled, walking through the eavesdropping girls and out the door.

Tanaka wondered why he looked so familiar. Oh well, it’s probably nothing.

———

Tanaka picked at his unbuttoned school uniform, standing under a cherry tree in the school courtyard. It took him every single ounce of his body not to just up and leave.

His ears perked up at the sound of rapid footsteps approaching him. There stood this boy from before, doubled over and heaving in front of him. Tanaka shoved his hands in his pockets.

“So-what’ja need, dude?” Tanaka tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. (Y/n’s) head snapped up, and he stiffly straightened upright.

“This is for you-!” He averted his gaze as he outstretched a pristine white envelope to Tanaka with both hands, a cute little heart sticker sealing the opening flap shut. Tanaka blinked once. Twice.

Did a girl ask him to give this to him? Wait, why would this pretty boy who probably thought he was some ruffian scum randomly be giving him this love letter? Was he trying to make fun of him? Did he think that he didn’t get love confessions because he wasn’t a popular pretty boy like him?

“Oi, you tryna mock me or something? Tryna make fun of me pretending a girl wanted you to give this to me?” Tanaka puffed out his chest, tilting his chin up. (Y/n) paled.

“No! No! This-“ (Y/n’s) grip on the letter tightened, crumpling the smooth paper ever so slightly at the corners. “This i-is a real letter...f-from me to you, Tanaka-kun...!”

Tanaka blinked again. Huh? Huh?!

“I like you, Tanaka-kun! I know it’s weird because you don’t know me and I’m really popular and ‘wow why is this popular dude talking to me haha and why is he so awkward’ but I really wanted to tell you and-“

(Y/n’s) phone buzzed. He stopped in his tracks, and fished his phone out of his black school pants. Tanaka, even though he knew he shouldn’t, peeked over his head a bit, trying to see what was on his phone.

Powering it on, a picture of a girl with boyish hair and pink overall-skirt popped up on screen, holding up a peace sign near her eyes. That girl looked familiar.

Oh! That was the girl that him and Noya were fawning over the other day! Now that he thought about it, the girl and (Y/n) looked very similar. Like, very, very, similar. Same hair, same eyes, same everything...

That’s when something clicked in Tanaka’s head.

(Y/n) clicked out of his Home Screen and shot a quick text to someone on his phone. He pocketed it once more.

“A-anyways, sorry Ta-“

“Are you a crossdresser?!”

“Cr...” (Y/n) sputtered. Tanaka pointed bluntly at (Y/n), eyes widened in disbelief.

“No! No I’m not! I...why can’t I wear feminine clothes without being called a crossdresser...”

(Y/n’s) shoulders slumped over. Stagnant air surrounded them as (Y/n’s) nimble fingers dropped the letter carelessly, letting it flutter towards the ground gracefully.

‘Fuck. Fuuuuck. Me and my big mouth...’

Tanaka awkwardly cleared his throat. “I-I didn’t mean it like that! I’m sorry, man! There’s no harm in um...wearing that-! Shit, uh. How can I make it up to you?”

(Y/n) smirked. He slowly raised his head up. He held out his pointer finger.

“You can make it up to me by going out on a date with me.”

Tanaka deadpanned. Treacherous pretty boy snake. “Wh-“

(Y/n) clasped his hands together. “Please! Just one! And we don’t even have to hold hands or anything! After that it’s done! It’s just-“

“F-fine.”

(Y/n) looked up. “Really...?”

“I mean, it wasn’t cool of me to call you a crossdresser, so if it’s just one...”

“All right!”

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The date went by like a dream. Even if Tanaka didn’t harbor much feelings for (Y/n), he still enjoyed eating free food.

Though, he couldn’t help himself from occasionally staring at (Y/n). Not because he had something on his face of anything,

But because he was wearing a a high-waisted black plaid skirt with a belt secured snuggly on his waist, with a slightly baggy baby pink sweater that looked comfortable enough to sleep in. And to top it all off, a small kitty hair clip pinning some loose strands of hair behind his ear.

He looked exactly like he did on his social media. Tanaka gulped.

Even if he was a guy, he couldn’t help but notice how his skin seemed to glow off the fabric of his sweater, or how his skirt complimented his body perfectly.

“U-uh, (L/n)-san?” Tanaka was trying to be as respectable as he could. (Y/n) stopped eating mid bite and waiting for him to go on.

“Why do you uh, pose as a girl on social media if you don’t want people thinking your a girl..? No offense, I mean? Just wonderin’, y’know.” Tanaka took a huge bite out of his food to occupy his running mouth.

“Oh.” (Y/n) pulled up his phone and booted up his profile on social media. “It says in my bio that I’m a dude. So, it’s kind of the persons fault if they mistook me as a girl, but I don’t mind if they do...! I think I look pretty...”

Tanaka flushed. Yeah, he definitely wouldn’t deny it. He was kinda cute when he tried hiding his blushing face behind his chopsticks. But he wouldn’t say it out loud. It’s like he liked him or anything, no. Definitely not!

———

Next day at school, Tanaka felt a strange sort of emptiness in his chest. It felt hollow, like he was coming off a high and dealing with the consequences. And he had no fucking clue why.

“Dude...I feel so depressed...” Tanaka slumped over a box in the club room, sighing dramatically. Nishinoya hummed while scrolling through (Y/n’s) profile, once again.

There was a sour taste in his mouth. Tanaka glared holes into Noya’s side, until Noya finally looked up from his phone.

“Dude, why’re you glaring at me-“

“Help me with my baggage I’m feelin’ depressed and I don’t know why!” Nishinoya sighed, before smiling widely and standing up with his chest out.

“Ok. Doctor Nishinoya here. What seems to be the problem, good sir.”

Tanaka snickered. It was Nishinoya’s turn to glare at him.

“So, I went on a date with this gu-, um, girl, and I only went because I promised, so now I don’t know why I’m feeling so sad.”

“Liaaar. Siiiiimp.”

“Shut up!” Tanaka barked at Nishinoya. “I’m tellin’ the truth here!”

“Well,” Tanaka gave Nishinoya a look to go on. Noya clicked a pen he found on the club room floor and adjusted his non-existent glasses. “Sounds like you caught feelings, dude.”

Tanaka sputtered. “I-I couldn’t have!”

“You totally could.”

“Could not!”

“You could”

“Not!”

“Why not, then?” Nishinoya crossed his arms.

“Because the person I went on a date with is a dude!”

Nishinoya choked on air. Tanaka covered his mouth. Noya sighed.

“Well, maybe you’re just a lil’ gay then.”

“I’M NOT!”

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Ok, maybe he was. Just a little bit. A teeny weeny bit.

Tanaka found himself standing outside the 2-4 classroom, and he frankly didn’t know why. He didn’t know why he was so nervous too. He was really, really scared to go inside. But he wouldn’t show it.

Which is why he was leaning on the wall across from the door, with a scowl on his face and a suffocating, intimidating aura around him. Ennoshita walked out of the 2-4 classroom, before immediately being drowned in Tanaka’s scary presence.

“Jesus Christ Tanaka-kun, you scared the hell out of me!” Ennoshita rubbed his eyes. “Anyways, did you need something? Were you waiting for me or something?”

Tanaka’s face relaxed. “Uh! Actually I-I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing here, so I’m just gonna-“

“Tanaka-kun?”

Shit.

Tanaka slowly turned around. Standing in the classroom door frame was (Y/n), holding a bento and looking directly at Tanaka.

“Oh-! Sorry, sorry, please give me a second-ah-!” (Y/n) excused himself from his growing horde of female classmates, worming his way out of the classroom.

“What are you doing here?”

Tanaka’s mouth ran dry. Nishinoya’s voice rang in his ear.

‘Well, maybe you’re just a lil’ gay then.’

Fuck! Maybe he was. But fuck.

“U-uh...” A million thought went through Tanaka’s head, and went blank at the same time. It was the same feeling he gets whenever he looked at Kiyoko. The same tingly, warm, simp-y feeling.

Ennoshita looked between the two, before gasping in realization. “Oh. Oh! So-uh, I’m gonna...head to practice-Daichi said he needed me for something bye-!”

Ennoshita whispered a “Tell him.” in Tanaka’s ear as he walked by, then promptly disappeared behind a wall. Tanaka looked back at (Y/n).

“Um...h-hi...”

‘Fuck! Stop stuttering!’

Tanaka leaned against the wall, trying to seem as cool and suave as he could. (Y/n) put his hands in his pockets.

“Did’ya need something from me?”

‘Tell him. Tell him. Tell him.’

Shut up, Ennoshita! Tell him what, exactly? He didn’t know if he was even sure about his feelings or not.

“So...about our um...date a few days ago..” Tanaka also shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Ah! You’re here to tell me it was weird going out with a guy! Or that it was weird going out with a guy in a skirt! I’m-“

“No! No! Not at all!” Tanaka blurted out. (Y/n) let his mouth fall shut.

“I just...” Tanaka pursed his lips. “...Maybe we could, I dunno, go out on...another date.”

“Really?!”

Tanaka flushed and furrowed his brows. “Y-Yeah! You got a problem with that-!”

“Yeah! I mean no! I mean I’d love to go!” (Y/n) grasped onto Tanaka’s hands, squeezing them tightly. “Are you free this Friday at around 8?”

“‘Course I am!”

“It’s a date, then, Tanaka-kun.”

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Epilogue:

“No way your going out with her.”

“Him.” Tanaka corrected, pointing at Nishinoya’s phone. An image of (Y/n) holding up a cat he found on the street in an oversized sweater was on screen. “It’s a dude. And he’s my boyfriend.”

Nishinoya stopped walking. Tanaka raised his eyebrows.

“You’re such a liar, dude-“

“Tanaka-kun!”

A voice rang out, with growing footsteps approaching behind them. Both Tanaka and Nishinoya turned around, though with the dark moonlight it was hard to see who it was.

Someone wearing a skirt, tucked in shirt, and Karasuno jacket stopped behind the two. Tanaka smirked triumphantly what Nishinoya gawked, looking between his phone and the person.

(Y/n) smiled. “Are we still on for our date today? I know it’s kinda late...”

“Course we are, babe.” Tanaka smugly wrapped his arm around (Y/n), making sure Nishinoya saw. Noya’s mouth fell open.

“HOLY-WHAT THE FUCK! RYU, HOW’D YOU-“

“To be honest I don’t really know either.”

——————

[tydur]

'𝙊𝙧 𝙉𝙖𝙝'; 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨

꧁𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 '𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐡' 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐧𝐝꧂

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: nsfw under the cut✨ 

writing this made me realize how wack these lyrics are sdnjagfb

ᴅᴀɪᴄʜɪ: 

“You gonna run it for these hunnids girl or nah? Show me is you really 'bout your money girl or nah? Don't play with a boss, girl take it off Take it for a real one You gonna get it all“

mmmmm sugardaddychi makes me throb <333333

he is the type of sugar daddy to spoil you to hell and back as he should

and then he also gives u a monthly allowance... which brings me to my next point

he’ll give u dat monthly allowance and then you’ll go to the mall and head into victorias secret and get some lingerie you know will drive him up the walls

then into your walls

sorry. sugar daddy Daichi just makes me pulse

and w said new pieces of clothing (can it actually be qualified as that lmaoao) 

you make your way to daichis

mans is there PREPARED

and you get in, set your stuff down and make your way to Daichi's room to see him sitting on the edge of the bed in only basketball shorts

im drooling

“come to daddy, baby”

IM DROOLING

you sit in his lap, perched up as he places little kisses all over your neck

“show me what you got, princess”

and so you do and mans wastes NO time as soon as all your clothes are off, lingerie an exception ofc, he pulls you down to his lap and pulls down his shorts

“you look so good, sweetheart. daddy thinks that that was money well spent”

you basically drool all over him at the use of his nickname like me

pulls your panties to the side, “im gonna fuck you with this set on, okay, darling? you ready for daddy’s cock?”

we stan the consent in this household

you nod, whimpering as he pushes into your soaking pussy

“there you go, baby. take my cock so well. i want you to fuck yourself on daddy’s cock- go ahead baby.”

and obviously u get your hips moving swEetheart

cause whatever daddy says, is what u do

omg i am going to get cAught up- moving oN

ᴛᴇʀᴜsʜɪᴍᴀ:

“Do you like the way I flick my tongue or nah? You can ride my face until you're drippin' cum Can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah? Can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?“

awww fuck

mr. piercing back at it again

makes my pussy throb just thinking about that pierced tongue between my thighs

so i thought these lyrics were perfect for him tbh

also for me it is canon that this mother fuckin lizard bitch has a big dick dont @ me

so when yall fuck u get s t r e t c h e d

like i just did w that word

so clever

anywho

another point that i have to cover cause of the lyrics is when ur giving him a bj the bitch does not HESITATE to fuck your throat w NO warning

you’ll quickly pull away, coughing and trying to catch ur breath

you slap his thigh and scold him to not do it again

but guess what bitch

he does it again

sigh

n e wayz

mans eats u out w EXPERTISE

is that the word

but he is so good at it??????

kinda makes u worried why hes a god at it-

but u are NOT complaining once that tongue flicks against ur clit WOOH

his tongue piercing makes everything 10x better

and he knows how to use that thing

but he also loves teasing u w it ugh

mother fucker

makes you cum against his face at least twice before yall get to the actual fucking

and when he pulls back his face is covered in your juices and you get so embarrassed, looking away and trying to cover your face and close your legs

but uh uh

he thinks its so hot lord help him

makes you look at him,

“fuck, you’re so fucking hot baby. imma need you to cum on my dick next time tho”

n e x t

ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ:

“Can you really take dick or nah? Can I bring another bitch or nah? Is you with the shits or nah? Or nah, or nah“

hyena back at it againnnnn w the bed headdd <333

ok this is him wanting a threesome w another girl as the lyrics state dumbass madeleine

anywho

its mostly just because the thought of you on top of another girl makes his cock do a 180

i DiD a FuLl 180, CrAzY

yall im-

n e wayz

its a mutual decision, obvi, and u think a threesome w another girl is extremely hot

tho u may get jealous but that's not the point here

extremely hot

so yall go to the bar

and try to scout someone out

and lorddd do u find someone

gorgeousss and her body was like amazing

i think u were staring more than kuroo was tbh jhdhefhyg

so u go up to her, all flirty and whatev and start chatting her up

then eventually kuroo comes as well

mY dirty mind stOp

and then yall tell her that u want a threesome

shes obvi like dUh cause yall are bootiful

so threesome insues

idk im tired do i actually have to write the threesome

#badwritertingz

just wanna watch bnha but nOOOO im behind on my writing

oMG I NEEDA STOP

this is who yall like ?????

so yall get back to the hotel and kuroo just sits down on the chair beside the bed and ur like ?????

to which he says- he saYS hes just gonna watch and ur like 0.0

but who are u to complain w this girl all up on u <3333333

so basically just half the time u and the girl go at it while kuroo just jerks off and praises the both of u sigh

and then he FINALLY joins in

and that when the real fun ensues

ok that's it brain not working im still stuck up on the first two ndmduhjasdjyg

yall i gave up on the end im SO SORRY FORGIVE ME BABES

[sergeant-donny-donowitz]

Somethin’ Stupid (AldoxReader)

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______________________________ Aldo smiled as he caught his breath. He'd split the basterds up on separate missions. He just got back, and found the hideout was still empty. He shook his head at himself, remembering the last time he'd split everyone up...Andy, Simon and Michael never came back. Just as the worst thoughts came into his head, he saw you walking toward the hideout. That was why he was smiling. The scariest thought in his mind was losing you. Why? Well...he wasn't quite ready to admit that. Not even to himself. "Aldo!" You practically tossed down your knife, your gun, your pack. You launched yourself at him, catching him off guard. You threw your arms around him, but he hesitated for a moment. Still, he couldn't deny that it made him smile even more. His arms gradually found their way around you, as he shut his eyes, and rested his head on your shoulder, taking a relieved breath. Still, he let go of you abruptly, and avoided looking at you directly. He went back to whatever he was doing before you came. You sighed softly enough that he didn't hear, and wondered why it was that every time he seemed so close to opening up, everything collapsed. Sometimes, on a 'night off,' you and the boys would be in a tavern. Of course there'd be music, and drinking. You managed to get every single one of the basterds on the dance floor at some point (that included Sergeant Hugo Stiglitz...and that was not easy thing to do) But Aldo never quite seemed up to it. Sometimes you wondered to yourself what would happen if you did get him to dance. You glanced at him for a moment, and sighed again, thinking he'd probably disappear when you turned your back. "Got somethin' for ya, sir." The way you said sir stung him. It was cold. It distanced you more than an ocean away from him. He looked up. "Twelve scalps,  huh?" "Uh huh." You sounded discouraged. Aldo tried to pin that on your body count, and not on himself. "Brings you up to tie with Hirschberg at eighty-two, just behind Wicki." He smiled a little, testing the water, "You ain't gon' let 'em two boys get to a hundred before you, are ya?" You sputtered, "That'll be the day," you started cleaning your knife, and Aldo saw you had a bandage over the palm of your left hand. "Y/n." "Yeah, Aldo?" You looked up, seeming exasperated, and tired. Not with the mission, not with the bet, not even with the war. You were frustrated with him, and he absolutely knew it. "Let me see your hand." "Why?" He rolled his eyes, "Don't make me say it."

You looked right at him, thinking 'two can play at that game...'

Two can definitely play dumb. "Say what, sir?" You knew it irked him. "Let me see your hand, that's an order." You rolled your eyes, and stretched your hand out, immediately feeling his rough, calloused hands wrap around yours, and pull back the rag you'd wrapped around your hand. The last few layers were stuck down on your skin, and you flinched when he tried to pull it away gently as possible. "You didn't even clean it." His eyes hovered up to you, both worried and annoyed. "Didn't have time." "What if it got fucken infected?!" You rolled your eyes, "What if I got caught with twelve nazi scalps in my hand?" He muttered something only someone from Maynardville, Tennessee could ever decipher, and got up. He got some bandages, and everything he needed to treat the wound. He set everything back down on the old, forgotten table, and as he made his way back into his chair next to you, he stumbled. He grabbed onto the arms of your chair, and hovered right over you. His eyes directly in front of yours, and his lips only a breath away from yours. Your eyes went wide, and your heart skipped a beat. You both lingered there, wondering about the thousand fates that moment could turn  into. Aldo didn't see himself belonging in any of the ones that had you in them. So he harshly pulled himself away from you, clearing his throat, shaking his head, and apologizing. You muttered through a sigh, "Oh for fuck's sake." He finally got a clear look at the wound, and looked up at you, "You needa get this stitched up, Y/n." "Mhm." "Who hurt you?" You raised your eyebrow. Fancy hearing him say that but..."I don't know, one of the former owner's of those scalps." Aldo nodded with a chuckle, "Didn't expect nothin' less." He looked up again after a moment, his voice was a little softer, "This is gon' hurt..." You grinned a little, "I know where Wicki keeps his whiskey." "Oh, do ya?" Aldo smirked a little. "Right next to Hirschberg's uh...." you cleared your throat, "...literature..." "His fucken what?" You chuckled as you got up to get the bottle, "You heard me." You disappeared into another room, and Aldo heard some rustling around. You appeared with half a bottle of whiskey. You took a drink, and Aldo took one. Frankly, he didn't have the best sewing skills in the world, so...he would do his best, especially for you. He started stitching, and you flinched. He stopped, "I'm sorry..." You glanced at him. His eyes were intent on yours. It wasn't just about that thread and needle. It was about everything. You nodded, and spoke gently, with a soft smile, "I know..." To Aldo, those were the best words he could dream of hearing. To him, it showed you knew he meant it. It wasn’t just a line. Later, Aldo found himself running through the same troubling thoughts any decent lieutenant, or friend, ran through during war. Apart from that, one thought continued to linger at the back of his head. You... He needed a break, which he knew wouldn't come until the end of the war. The next best thing he could do, was go outside, and get some air. So, he lit  a little fire, and looked up at the sky, as the stars slowly began to appear. He sighed, remembering the stars in Tennessee. The nights he once loved the most were the nights he sat outside his cabin with his....well....ex, now.  One night, he came home to find there was someone else taking his place by her side. The stars stopped shining that night. That was so long ago... He looked up, and spotted the stars as they started to flash one by one. He sighed, wondering when he started seeing them again... It felt empty... Especially since there was no one by his side looking up at the stars with him. He heard footsteps, and a muffled, "Watcha lookin' at?" Startled, he composed himself before you noticed you caught him off guard. You were eating something that could pass as a bag of potato chips, as you crouched next to him. You held Wicki's bottle of whiskey out to Aldo, and he chuckled as he took a sip. "Well shit, Y/n, I've brewed moonshine that was better'n this shit!" You rolled your eyes as you laughed, "Oh, bullshit, Aldo!" "I swear on my mama's life! " "Uh huh, whatever you say, Aldo." "Man bootlegs half his damn life, you don't think he learn a thing or two?" "Sure thing, old timer. Sure thing," you laughed as you gave the bottle back to him. "Old timer, huh?" He mumbled under a chuckle as he took another swig. Still, his eyes wandered to you. Old timer. You were right... He was getting too old to run away from the things that mattered. That smile with the stars in it? That mattered to him. "Y'know Wicki's gon' kill us." You shrugged, "I'll get him another bottle," You smirked, "A better one." Aldo chuckled, and you were both quiet for a while, as the crickets began to chirp. Aldo tried to think of something to say for a long time. He usually didn't mind the quiet. In fact, he welcomed it, back in his cabin up the Smoky Mountains. It was always comforting to him... But for a few years now, the quiet could be too quiet. Sometimes it meant there was one basterd less. In those years, the sound of silence was not something he could welcome...But your laugh? That always steadied him, and rang with his heart. He didn't want to admit why he needed to hear it so badly. Still, he didn't rest until he made you laugh. And it turned into a night long conversation about everything and nothing. Eventually, as the final shades of the night began to tuck away beyond the forest, and the crickets' songs became lullabies, you couldn't help but lean your head against his shoulder. Aldo, in that moment, forgot himself. His arm rested around your shoulders, and he whispered, "I love you..." You shot up, wide awake now, "What?" He immediately apologized, and then said, "It's that damn whiskey, Y/n I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm sayin' no more, I just....I said somethin’ stupid, that's all." You laughed, "Sounds about right," He muttered, "Yeah, it sure as hell d-" You sighed, rolling your eyes. You'd waited too long to hear him say that. So you kissed him to shut him up.  Maybe the only stupid part of it all was that it had taken him so damn long. "I love you, Aldo." He smiled, as the first bird started to chirp, and pulled you back to him, "I love you..." He said it again. He said it out loud, and meant it this time... What's more...he knew you meant it.There would be stars, from now on. Bright ones. Brighter than the ones he saw up in the Smoky Mountains.You started to fall asleep with your head leaning on his chest. You were both just beginning to slip into dreams, when you heard distant arguing. "I SWEAR TO GOD HIRSCHBERG IF YOU FUCKING TELL THEM I WILL TELL THEM ABOUT YOUR 'LITERATURE'.""YOU BETTER BELIEVE I'M GONNA FUCKING TELL THEM."You started to get up, mumbling sleepily, "They'll see-"Aldo pulled you back to him, chuckling softly as he murmured, "There are worse things they could see."You smiled, as you closed your eyes again, "You mean like Hirschberg's 'literature'?"He laughed softly, "Damn right..." Aldo smiled softly, as he fell asleep. The time had finally been right. This time, every word was true, they weren't just lines. To Aldo, saying 'I love you,' never seemed so right before.

[yourcoffindoor]

Paper Pushers

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Summary: This is a fluff/angst fic that ended up longer than I was anticipating. You work in the same office as Gerard, but you’ve never really noticed him until you end up working together on one of your assignments. Pre bullets era. Feedback is welcome!

Word Count: 1,787

If you had to scan one more document, you were going to go insane. Somehow the role of administrative assistant meant ‘dump any work you don’t want to do on me’ to every other employee in the office, and since you were relatively new and friendless, you didn’t quite have the courage to say no.

The task of archiving all documents from ‘97 to '01 was monumental, and despite your best efforts, the boxes of unorganized paperwork seemed to multiply each day. It was also isolating—until it was complete you spent 5 out of your 8 hour days trapped alone in the archiving room. You were just about ready to create an imaginary friend when someone gently knocked on the archiving room door one Wednesday morning.

“Come in!” you shouted from behind a mountain of paperwork, hoping desperately that  it wouldn’t cause an avalanche and bury you alive in sheets of A4.

The door opened, and the dark haired boy from a few cubicles down, Gerard, poked his head in. “Y/N?” he called out.

“Follow my voice!” you shouted jokingly, “And leave a trail of breadcrumbs or you’ll never find your way out again.”

You heard him laugh softly as he approached, and before you knew it he was right in front of you.

“I finished some of my other work early and thought I might be able to help. Judging by your comments, you could use the extra hand.”

You looked up at him to respond, but got caught off guard and paused. You never really noticed just how pretty he was, and you couldn’t help but admire his round hazel eyes and the thick dark lashes that seemed to frame them perfectly.

“Um. I’d love that.” you said, your sudden nerves making you noticeably less eloquent.

He smiled. Shit. His smile made him look even better. Why were you just noticing this now?

“Awesome. Tell me where I can start so I don’t royally fuck things up for you.”

You pointed to an open box to your left. “You see those papers there? They need to be sorted into planned or reactive work-orders.”

Gerard eyed the formidable stacks that awaited him and tucked a stray strand of black hair behind his ear. “I think I can handle that.”

 “Sorry you got stuck helping with all of this,” you said after a few minutes of silence, “I know there’s probably other things you’d rather be doing.”

“Don’t sweat it. Besides,” he said in a soft, almost bashful voice, “I uh, asked if I could help you out.”

You felt a blush settle on your cheeks, but you played it off. “I don’t blame you. I mean, who could resist the fast-paced thrills of paper filing.”

He laughed, making you wonder if it was possible to get addicted to someone’s smile. It had only been a few minutes but you couldn’t get enough of it.

You and Gerard spent the next hour getting to know each other, and every week afterwards you looked forward to his appearances. He would stop in whenever he was free, and you talked and laughed so loudly that you worried what other people outside the archiving room must be thinking.

He told you about his family and his brother Mikey, as well as his dreams of doing something important with his life, the possibility of staring a band, and his love of comic books.

“Hey listen,” Gerard said one afternoon after sorting through a stack of ledgers, “are you going to that after work drinks thing on Friday with a few other people from the office? I don’t usually, but I thought it might be nice to hang out outside of this room.” He looked down at his shoes, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

Normally you would pass on a work outing, since it would almost guarantee awkward small talk, but you weren’t about to say no to more time with Gerard.

“I’d like that a lot.  Where and what time?”

“Cloudland at 6:30. I’ll save you a seat.”

“I’ll be there.”

*** *** ***

You rushed straight home from work on Friday, and spent so long getting ready to meet Gerard that you didn’t have time to eat dinner. Or maybe you were too nervous to eat, you weren’t entirely sure.

Once you made it to Cloudland, you scanned the busy venue for any sight of your coworkers. You spotted Gerard sitting at a large booth with a few other colleagues, and he waved you over.

“You made it!” His face lit up with a wide but crooked smile.

“Just in time for Janice’s amazing vocals.” you said, looking over to the small karaoke stage where Janice from HR was drunkenly delivering her off-key rendition of 'I Will Always Love You.’

“You look nice,” he said, grabbing you a beer, “you should get out of the archiving room more often.”

“You clean up pretty good yourself.” You teased back, and you felt butterflies as he peeked at you through a stray strand of hair that covered one of his hazel eyes.

You spent the evening  drinking and talking, forgetting that not only had you not eaten, you were a notorious lightweight when it came to alcohol. And the more beer you drank, the bolder you became.

“You should get up there,” you blurted to Gerard as another inebriated singer finished screeching onstage, “You should sing. You told me you wanna start a band right? Show me whatcha got!”

There was no denying you were very drunk as you playfully punched Gerard in the arm. He protested initially, but got up to appease you when he realized resistance was futile.

Once on stage, the strobe lights on the ceiling painted him a rainbow of colors, making him even more beautiful. Gerard cleared his throat into the mic.

“This one’s dedicated to Y/N,” he said with a wink, pointing in your direction. “She’s the one who made me do this, so if you don’t like my voice, she’ll be handling all complaints.”

The familiar sound of 'Life on Mars’ began to play. As Gerard began to sing, you were shocked by just how good his voice was, and how natural he looked onstage, as if he was meant to do this. As he hit the chorus, he made eye contact with you, and a realization hit you like a truck. You loved this man.

Sure, you thought he was funny and cute from the moment he walked into the archiving room, but there was no denying what you felt tonight. And you were drunk enough that you were going to let him know.

Gerard finished the song to a smattering of hoots and applause, and left the stage. You shot up out of your chair a little too quickly as he approached the table, and he rushed to help you maintain your balance as you wobbled like a newborn deer.

“Woah, I think that’s enough drinks tonight.”

“Hey that was amaaaaazing!” you slurred excitedly.

Despite his concern at your state of sobriety, he was also clearly amused. “You sure? Or is that just he booze talking?”

Your eyes widened. “Honest! But listen. I really needa tell you somethin’. Can we go outside?”

Gerard nodded, putting your arm through his. “Some fresh air would probably be a good idea.”

The two of you found a quiet corner on the balcony, and you wasted no time in making your confession.

“So what’s on your–”

“I love you.”

A muted expression crossed Gerard’s face, but you weren’t in the right state of mind to decipher it.  Was it surprise? Embarrassment?

“Y/N, I–”

“I have for awhile, but I didn’t know it till now.” you interrupted. You didn’t want him to speak. You were afraid now, afraid of what might come out of his mouth. “And you’re so talented  and a good singer and you need to follow your dreams, OK?” you implored without taking a breath, and you wavered back and forth like a sheet of paper in the wind.

Gerard opened his mouth to speak. This was it, you thought. This is where I get let down easy.

“I need to tell you something too.”he said softly.

And then you vomited.

Right before Gerard was about to respond, you hunched over and spewed on the ground, splattering his white converse sneakers. You could feel tears of embarrassment well up in your eyes.

“I am sooo sorry!”

Gerard put an arm around your shoulder. “You alright? How bout I help get you home.”

You nodded pathetically, and he gathered your belongings.

*** *** ***

You could remember Gerard helping you get into bed, and found a glass of water and aspirin beside you when you finally woke up. You groaned as your head pulsed and downed the pills, hoping they’d take care of your regrets too.

Gerard didn’t contact you all weekend, and you were too afraid to reach out. Instead, you hoped that you could go back to what you had before.

Come Monday, you found yourself once again entombed in the archiving room. Hours went by before you heard a familiar knock on the door.

“Y/N.” Gerard’s voice was gentle and hesitant, as if he were afraid you might break. “How’s that head of yours?”

You smiled, relieved that he made a joke. Maybe we can go back to the way things were after all.

“Fully recovered thanks to your valiant efforts. Thanks for your help.”

“My shoes send their regards, by the way.”

You cringed before laughing dismissively. “Yeah, I have a few regrets from that night. Things I did,” you averted your eyes, looking at the ground, “things I said.”

“Hopefully not everything.” Gerard sounded crestfallen.

You got up out of your chair and starting shuffling papers in an attempt to quell your anxiety. 

“I hope things don’t have to change between us.” you said in a low voice,your throat starting to ache.

“I think they have to now.” he said, and you turned your back to him as you felt yourself fighting back tears.

You felt a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, look at me,” Gerard said, voice calm but serious. He turned you to face him. “You didn’t let me respond that night.” 

“Well?” you said, bracing yourself for impact, “let’s hear it.”

Gerard wiped a tear away from your face, placed a finger under your chin, and gently raised your head. Suddenly, his lips were on yours. Butterflies returned, fluttering wildly in your stomach. 

He broke away after a moment and smiled. “I didn’t want you to be drunk when I did that.” 

You basked in the wave of relief that washed over you. “So I guess things really can’t go back to the way they were before Friday.”

He wiped another tear from your face. “Afraid not.” 

“Good,” you said, leaning in for another kiss, “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

[angelic-holland]

Seeing The Thing 6

Summary: How close is too close? 

Word Count: 3.3k 

Warnings: none 

A/N: bold indicates text messages! Masterlist in bio! 

“Y/N? You ready?” You hear Harrison shout from the stairwell.

“Be there in a moment!” You shout back, dodging around him and jogging down the stairs. 

“Hey Haz, ready to eat your weight in Tonight Dough?” You ask, slinging your arm around his shoulder as you greet Harrison at the bottom of the stairs. 

“That might be a bit of an exaggeration,” he laughs. 

“Only a little though,” you say as he squeezes your side lightly.

“Where’s Tom?”

“Maybe he ran to the bathroom?” You say as the two of you wait by the door.

Tom’s footsteps come barreling down the stairs moments later, “hey,” he mumbles, eyes locked on Harrison’s arm resting across your waist, your head gently resting on his shoulder.

“Ice cream time?” Harrison asks, and you nod.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Tom sighs, arms crossing over his chest. 

***

“I’m telling you, the scene will look crazy ridiculous if we have to strip off 9 layers,” Tom argues as you and Harrison snicker over your ice cream.

“Tom, there are children here, geez,” you joke looking around at the mass of families and other college students huddled around tables at Ben & Jerrys. 

“All I’m saying is, it won’t be funny it’ll be stupid.”

“No, no, no, this is like the funniest moment in the whole show, promise,” Harrison nods.

“Yeah, I mean it’s just comical, yes logically you’ll have layers on from being out in the cold, but not this many layers, so to take them all off and then finally the climax of the show, Dave shows Rhonda what’s next, the big hooray of the show. The one actually happy ending,” you ramble. 

“You talk a lot when you get excited about stuff,” Tom gets out between licks of his ice cream. 

“It’s good, I love hearing you talk about things that interest you,” Harrison says immediately after he feels your body tense next to him. His hand not holding his ice cream was resting lightly on your waist, a nice anchor to reality.

“I wasn’t saying it’s a bad thing, just an observation,” Tom mumbles, slouching in his seat. 

“So you’re really going to rehearse the scene again tomorrow?” Harrison asks, changing the subject.

“If you still want to?” Tom asks, eyes moving between yours and Harrison’s hand on your waist. 

“Whatever I need to do to get this scene looking like the rest.” 

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Tom asks, elbows leaning on the table between you and him.

“I just mean, Harrison is a great director, I want my scene to be the same caliber as his.”

“So you’re saying you’re stuck with the shit new guy who doesn’t know how to act?”

“Did I say that?” You frown, it wasn’t Tom you were worried about. You were worried that you didn’t do a good enough job directing the scene, planning it and executing it as well as Harrison did with the rest of the scenes. You were afraid your insecurities in your abilities would bubble to the surface and you didn’t want Tom to poke fun at them. 

“It will be, I have literally no doubt in my mind,” Harrison says, smiling at you softly before sitting up more in his seat.

“Should we get going?” You ask, ready to cut the night short. It made you remember why you didn’t like Tom very much in the first place. Why you couldn’t hang out with him when you were with Harrison. Every time you said something he would follow it up with a question, constantly badgering you about literally anything. At first you thought it was harmless, he was just curious about you as a person. You soon realized he was just being annoying. He must’ve figured out that you hated getting asked questions you didn’t know the answer to, he saw how your top lip would quiver and your brow would sweat and tears would well up in your eyes because you didn’t know and you didn’t want to look like an idiot. 

“Seriously,” Tom starts but Harrison cuts him off with a look.

“You know what, could I stop by CVS before we go back to the dorms?” You ask as you all throw out your ice cream.

“Yeah I needa grab a few things too,” Harrison says, slinging his arm around your shoulder.

Tom huffs and drags his feet, reluctantly following the two of you out of the ice cream shop and down the road to CVS. 

You and Harrison part as you grab what you need to grab, you were here because you had an idea to improve Tom and Nikk’s chemistry for the scene but you didn’t want to make it seem like you were directly targeting the two of them. You filled your arms with your favorite chapstick, the kind Tom seemed to like just as much as you did. You grabbed those mini packs of tissues, mini hand sanitizer bottles, and you were about to grab a box of plastic sandwich bags when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You flinched, shaking it off and turning around.

“Can you not do that?” You ask, voice teetering on annoyance as your arms start to shake.

“Do what?” He asks, crossing his arms in front of him.

“Touch me.”

“Jesus prude much - oh wait.”

“You’re an asshole,” you fight back, voice rising in anger and anxiety. 

“Yeah, I am, fuck off.”

“Gladly,” you scoff, walking away.

Your legs shake as you walk to the register, Harrison is close behind with a bottle of shampoo.

“What’s all this? Care packages?” He raises an eyebrow as you set everything onto the counter.

“For the show, everyone keeps getting sick, so I figured this can help them.”

“What’s the chapstick for?” He asks with a laugh.

“Well you know how it is, everyone’s lips get chapped since it’s so cold, so this’ll help.”

“Strawberry? Isn’t that the one you use?” 

“Yeah,” you shrug as you pay for everything and grab your bag.

“What’s this for?” Tom asks, appearing behind you like a fucking phantom, you almost jump but don’t want to give him the satisfaction of getting a rise out of you again.

“None of your business,” you say, “it’s a surprise.”

“For me?”

“No,” you reply coldly as Harrison checks out and the three of you leave the store.

“Come on, won’t tell a soul, promise.”

“You’ll find out tomorrow afternoon.”

“That’s way too long,” Tom complains as he drags his feet behind you and Harrison.

The rest of the walk is quiet, Tom stops at his floor and Harrison walks you up to your room.

“Do you need me to stay tonight? You look a little shaky after your confrontation with Tom.”

“What confrontation?” You laugh, trying to push that aside as you open your door.

“You and him bickering in the aisle next to me.”

“Oh that, I’m fine, it was nothing.”

“I can tell him to stop being an asshole if you-,”

“I’m fine, Haz, promise. If it was really bothering me I would’ve lost it in the store. And I didn’t, so there’s that.”

“I-,”

“I’m good, promise. I’ll see you tomorrow,” you smile, it takes everything in you not to break down as he hugs you before saying goodnight.

You’re exhausted as you climb into bed after showering. You plug in your phone when you hear the bzzz.

Tom: we could always rehearse the scene now

Bzzz.

Tom: nightcap?

Bzzz.

Tom: make it worth your while, promise I know my lines

Bzzz.

Tom: ok

Bzzz.

Tom: still on for tomorrow ???

Bzzz.

Tom: I’m game if you’re game

Bzzz.

Tom: I’m sorry if I was mean. It was a joke.

You roll your eyes and respond before he blows up your phone anymore.

You: jokes are supposed to be funny

Tom: I guess I need a better set then

You: clearly

Tom: plz

You: please what

Tom: plz help me practice the scene tomorrow

Tom: plz

Tom: pretty plz with a cherry on top

Tom: make it a strawberry actually ;)

Tom: sorry

You: my dorm at 9am

Tom: see ya then

You put your phone down as you pull the covers over your body, eyes drooping as you let sleep overtake you.

***

A knock on your door wakes you from your sleep with a start and you almost jump out of bed. 

“What the- shit,” you groan as you realize you forgot to set your alarm.

You look down at your pajamas, sweatpants and a tank top and shake your head, slipping on a T-shirt before opening the door.

“Someone just woke up.”

“Shut up.”

“Well good morning to you too,” Tom smiles, leaning against the side of your door.

“Gimme five minutes, just stand here and don’t touch anything,” you say, letting Tom into your room as you grab your bathroom caddy. 

“Scout’s honor,” he grins, saluting you as you leave.

You stumble to the bathroom, still half asleep as you wash your face and brush your teeth. You put on your chapstick and instinctively licked your lips. You quickly comb through your hair before making your way back to your room looking vaguely presentable.

You almost scream when you see Tom lounging on your bed like he owns the place, casually flipping through his script when you walked in. You quickly shut and lock your door.

“Hi,” he says, swinging his legs off the bed, feet swinging through the air as you angrily put your bathroom caddy away.

“Told you to stay still and not touch anything,” you sigh as you grab your script from your desk.

“Not touching anything,” he says as he stands up, “not anymore.”

You roll your eyes and flip your script open to his scene.

“Let’s get started, and try to remember everything that we did yesterday.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Is it about the show?”

“No,” Tom says, eyebrow quirked and head tilted as you walked to where the entrance to the scene was. 

You contemplate being an asshole like he was last night but you remember Harrison and you remember that you’re supposed to be the bigger person here. 

“Fine, what is it?”

“Why’d you, why did you freak out when I touched you last night?”

“At CVS?”

“Yeah, then.”

“I just, I didn’t see it coming.”

“Yeah but you seemed so, I don’t even know, mad? Upset?”

“I don’t like being taken by surprise is all, wasn’t expecting you to touch me then so I didn’t want you to.”

“You seemed to be okay with it earlier yesterday,” he says, stepping from one foot to the other in front of you.

“That was for the show.”

“But I-,”

“Just, don’t put a hand on my shoulder when you’re behind me, or stuff like that unless I say you can.”

“What’re you so afraid of? It’s not like I’m gonna hurt you.”

“Just, things like that make me anxious, and if I get too anxious I have panic attacks. There, happy?”

“I didn’t mean to be nosy.”

“Doing an awfully horrible job at something you weren’t supposed to be doing.”

“I-,”

“Let’s just do the scene okay?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, eyes distant as you walk onto your ‘set’. 

The scene goes smoothly, he remembers each bit of advice you gave him previously and you can’t help but have a big goofy grin on your face when he seems to breath life into the character, moving around the ‘stage’ with a purpose. 

“What?” He asks, breaking character.

“What do you mean what?”

“I mean why’re you smiling like that?”

“Nothing you’re just doing a really good job.”

“Oh cool uh thanks then.”

You went right back into the scene, like clockwork.

When it came time for the kiss you decided to let Tom choose whether or not he still wanted to. In your head it could go one of two ways, you could do the kisses and he could improve them and hopefully orchestrate them the same way with Nikk, your heart would beat a little faster in your chest and you’d want to see how he kisses as Tom and not just as Dave. Or you could mark the kisses and not let this get any farther because it scared the shit out of you. 

“Do you really not see what it is?” Tom, Dave asks.

“No.”

“Well can I give you a hint?”

“Yeah.”

Tom leans in, hands at his sides as he gives you a quick kiss, you Rhonda pulls away just as fast.

“What was that? Why did you do that?” You say in character.

The scene continues. You pretend not to notice that his lips feel soft and nice against your own.

The scene moves on, he does a good job, dare you say great job on Dave’s characterization and you can’t help but be proud of it.

“Is it apples?”

He shakes his head, hand intertwining with your own.

“Cherries?”

He shakes his head again and turns his body to face yours, other hand cupping your cheek.

“Big open faced strawberry rhubarb pie?”

He shakes his head again and you blush as his thumb rubs your cheek, his head bowing down to press his lips against yours. Your hands are steady on his shoulder and waist, lips pulling away and head turning to continue the scene.

“Oh Dave! I see it! It’s-, I see it. It’s nice,” you say, his hand drops from your cheek, yours from his waist as you continue with your lines, “that’s really nice. It’s good! You’re really good at this!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

His hand moves back to your cheek as he kisses you, longer than the last, “and you are very good at this.”

You, Rhonda, initiates the kiss this time, your hand pulling him to meet you and kissing him.

“I thought it’d be hard!” 

Kiss.

“And it’s not!”

Kiss.

“At,”

Kiss.

“All!”

He kisses you again, tongue swiping at your lips, you don’t let it get further though, pulling away to finish your line, “and I feel like I wanna do it for a long time, but I also feel like I want to do something else next, but I don’t know what that is.”

“I do,” He says, hand dropping from your cheek to rest against your hip over your pajama bottoms.

“Okay so for this part, you and Nikk will have a bunch of layers, so a coat or two, long sleeve shirts, a few short sleeve shirts, ski pants, jeans, and then long johns.”

“And are we stripping each other?”

“I haven’t decided that yet.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well it might be a little too sexual, you know? To have you strip each other? It might make the most sense for you to take your own clothes off.”

“Why don’t we try stuff?”

“What?”

“Try both, see which looks the best?”

“I don’t-,”

“Here, put some more clothes on, shirts and whatever, and then we can practice.”

“Are you going to grab clothes?”

“You can fake it,” he shrugs. 

You nod and open your closet, pulling out an old sweatshirt from your dad’s college you took years ago, “here,” you toss the sweatshirt to Tom.

“What’s this for?”

“So I have something else to take off of ya.”

“Oh, yeah,” he nods and pulls it over his head as you pull on a long sleeve shirt over your T-shirt and tank top, adding a sweatshirt on top. It feels ridiculous and you already feel bad for the layers that Tom and Nikk will have to wear and shed every single tech rehearsal and showdate.

“Okay, wanna take it from your line, ‘I do’?”

“Sure,” he nods, stepping back into character, body facing yours.

“I do,” He says, hands drop to your hips, pulling up your sweatshirt, your arms naturally lift to help him take it off.

He tosses it behind you, brown eyes moving between your lips and your eyes, open wide as you arms drop to your sides again, vulnerable.

“Should the characters, are they going to kiss during this?” He asks, hands fiddling with the long sleeve shirt.

“Uhh,” you start, eyes dropping to your feet, rocking body back and forth as you think. 

“We can, try?” He says, voice almost hopeful, but you shake it off.

“Uhm, I just, I,”

“Only if you want to. You know, so you can plan for the ending when we do it with Nikk.”

“I, sure, yes, for the scene,” you convince yourself that it’s only for the scene. That you only want to kiss Tom for the scene, and that you don’t wonder how it would feel to kiss him without hesitation, without thinking of what line is next and what part of the scene you are working on.

“So, should we just do what feels right?”

“What feels right, sure,” and you have to take a deep breath because nothing feels right. Your head was foggy with anger still from last night and the past few months, how you two consistently bickered and now he’s here, eyes wide, lips wet from the precious kisses. And your heart seems to beat faster as your eyes roamed his face, from the freckles on his tan skin to the slight blush on his cheeks. 

“Okay,” He says, hands tugging the shirt over your head before you grab his shoulder, pulling him down for a quick kiss before tugging the sweatshirt over his head. 

Next comes your t-shirt and as you help him toss it behind you, adding to the pile of clothes his hands cup your face, practically squishing your cheeks with his hands, long fingers resting against your hairline by your ears, thumb stroking right next to your lip you could almost drop your jaw and-

Just practice. Just finding what works best.

His lips meet yours, thumb still stroking your cheek softly as his lips part, tongue poking at your mouth. 

You don’t let him in however, hands fiddling with the edge of his T-shirt, pressing your forehead against his as your lips pull apart, “how would you, How’d you feel stripping down to just your underwear?”

“Well sweetheart I’d want us both to.”

“For the show,” you give an exasperated sigh, if your eyes weren’t closed they’d be rolling in your head.

“I dunno, don’t want to audience to pass out now would we?”

“Don’t be modest on my account.”

“Underwear then?” He asks.

“Sure, and Nikk, Nikk can strip down to athletic shorts and a tank top,” you say, his hands cover your own on his T-shirt and help you pull it off, heads pulling apart for a moment to throw his shirt with the sweatshirt behind him.

Your hands shake as he grabs your wrists, placing them on his chest. It was tanned slightly and warm against your fingertips.

“And then,” his hands rest on your hips, thumb slipping into the edge of your sweatpants, rubbing your bare hipbone.

“The rest, when you’ve, uh, got enough, clothes, on, for the scene, you’d take them off.”

“You don’t want to take these off darling?” Both thumbs are hooked into the edges of the sweatpants, ready to take them off if you give him the go ahead.

You so desperately want to say yes but you know you shouldn’t.

“I’d want us both,” you say, repeating his words from earlier.

Fuck, shit, you were way over your head. No going back now.

His lips meet yours again as your hands continue to shake against his chest, sliding down to his jeans.

Your hand quickly undoes the button as he pushes your sweatpants down, zipper next. Your sweatpants pool at your feet, leaving you in your tank top and underwear as his tongue swipes across your top lip. Your mouth reluctantly lets him in as your hands work to push down his pants.

His tongue enters your mouth and it’s smooth but hesitant, feeling out your mouth as his hands grip your bare hips, fingers pushing the tank top up further and further. They’re ghosting over your ribcage now and-

Knock knock knock.

***

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sksjsksk okay idk if you write sprace but uhhh i'm in the mood for a race-gets-super-drunk/high-and-runs-into-spot-onthestreet-and-things-get-Gay typa fic If you don't do sprace then ralbert is good too bc theyre both adorable uwu

bro heck yeah i write sprace we STAN sprace 

i GOTCHU high bois is my BRAND

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ship: sprace

word count: 1073 heh

high coffee dates

Race smiled broadly, his eyes blissed out as he took another long drag from the blunt he was nursing.  Albert sat loosely in front of him, limbs drooping heavily as he hazily scanned the city, eyes bloodshot and happy.  They’d been in a little alcove in Central Park for a while, steadily smoking their way through separate blunts and becoming one with the white noise that surrounded them.  

Race particularly enjoyed afternoons such as these.  Minutes seeping by with zero obligations- responsibilities getting lost in the smoke.  It was therapeutic in a sense and he was comfortable enough with Albert that he didn’t feel the need to interact with him entirely while they were in each other’s company.  They could just exist simultaneously and be content.

Race inhaled another lungful, brain hazing out even more.  Everything around him had a dull quality, the shapes of the world less sharp than usual.  He blearily rubbed at his eyes, but nothing seemed to right itself.  Wow.  He was really high.

“Hey, uh,” Albert leaned forward, his hand landing off-center on Race’s knee, “I’m tired and shit, so I think I’ma call it a thick day, okay?”

Race scrunched his eyes shut as a laugh bubbled in his chest, “Thick with two Cs?”

“Thiccccc,” Albert drawled, “Thick with all the Cs, man.”

They laughed heartily, heads thrown back in joy.

“Okay, man,” Race said, clambering to his feet and haphazardly helping Albert up before clapping him on the back, “I’ll catch ya, later.”

Albert nodded, patting his cheek and chuckling, “Byeeeee.” He saluted lazily, then turned and staggered off in the direction of his apartment complex, leaving Race to venture the opposite way, towards his.

He walked for several blocks, eyes unfocused as he faintly observed the world around him, smiling serenely.  But as he continued to walk, he became aware of how utterly confused he was.  Where was his apartment complex again?  What street was he even on?

He was too far gone to let the panic that distantly gripped his stomach to manifest.  But he was aware that he wasn’t in a good situation, so he stopped walking, pausing to look at the area surrounding him.

Nothing was recognizable.  Fuck.

“Yo, man, you okay?”

A new voice cut into the blur of his consciousness, pulling him out of his head slightly and into the moment.  He turned with wide eyes and found himself looking down at a shorter man with an impossibly sharp jawline and gleaming brown eyes.

Race heard himself giggle, “Fuck no, man, I’m lost as shit and you’re hot as shit.”

Subconsciously, he was aware that he might have just put himself in immense danger by calling the guy hot, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.  The guy didn’t seem to mind.  Instead, his eyebrows flew to his hairline, an amused smirk finding its way to his lips.

“And you’re stoned as shit,” The guy countered, “are you lost?”

Race stared at him for a moment longer before turning his head slowly to look around, hiis current predicament returning, “Oh, yeah,” he slurred, “I am.”

The guy seemed to be holding back laughter, “Do you have someone you can call?  Want me to get an Uber for you or something?”

Race fixed his gaze back on the guy, “Who’re you?  Why are you so hot?” he asked, ignoring the guy’s question.

“I’m Spot,” Spot said, reaching out and gently pulling Race out of the ongoing crowd of people swarming the streets, “And I could ask you the same question.”

Race’s eyes widened, “Fuck me, bro.  Literally, take my ass and fuck me.”

Spot’s expression turned into one of alarm and he huffed out a bemused laugh, “Maybe sometime when you’re not high and you know what you’re agreeing to.”

Race shook his head, admiration and awe etched on his face, “Hot and consensual.  What more could I want?”

“Okay, buddy, we really needa find a safe way to get you home.” Spot said, seriously, although he was still smiling, “Can I see your phone?  What’s your name, by the way?”

“Uh, Race,” Race said, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his phone, using his fingerprint to click into it before handing it to Spot, who took it and pulled up Race’s contacts.

“Okay,” he said, eyes narrowing in focus as he fiddled with the phone for a moment.  

His fingers were flying across the screen and Race frowned, “What’re you doing?”

“Hm?” Spot sounded distracted, “Oh, you’ll see,” he typed for another moment before he looked expectantly as Race, “There, done.  Anyway, who can I call?  On favorites I see a ‘Jack’, an ‘Elmer’, and an ‘Albert’.”

Race took a moment to process the words, before he blurted a loud, “Jack!” out.

“Alright, give me one moment.” Spot tapped on Jack’s contact and held the phone up to his ear, communicating the situation briefly to Jack before thanking him and hanging up, “He’ll be over at that Starbucks in twenty,” Spot concluded, pointing across the street, “For now, wanna wait in there?”

Race’s eyes lit up, “Hell yeah, bro, I love Starbucks!”

Spot laughed, already beginning to lead him across the street, “Alright, c’mon.”

They entered the Starbucks and Spot lead Race to the booth that ran along the wall opposite of the cash registers.  Race watched as he strolled to the counter to order coffees, and a cake-pop upon Race’s rising munchie request, for the two of them.  

“Does this count as a first date?” Race giggled, pulling his iced caramel latte and chocolate cake pop towards his body, taking a long sip from the straw.

“Nothing counts ‘til you’re sober,” Spot said, taking a sip of his own drink, “but I put my number in your phone earlier, so if you were to want to have a first date…”

“Ah fuck yeah!” Race whooped as Jack walked in.  He turned excitedly to Jack, who had approached the table, “I got a hot guys number, Jackie!”

Jack bit the inside of his cheek, eyebrows raising, “Wow, okay,” he turned to Spot, “Thanks for taking care of him, man, that was really cool of you.  He’s pretty stupid when he’s high.”

Spot shook his head, “It’s no problem.  Really.”

Race stood and turned to look down at Spot, “I will call you, my sweets, I promise.”

Spot and Jack laughed loudly.

“I’ll be looking forward to it, buttercup.”

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Ikemen Revolution - Fenrir’s Route

Aaaand here’s one for Fenrir’s route!

My main comments are: FUCK those avatar challenges. It took me five thousand years to finish this damn route because I was stuck grinding for Lin for five thousand years because according to cybird, I can’t get the good ending w ma man unless I look cute smh.

The night that Alice lands in Cradle, she pretty much goes out to the garden to sob her eyes out because of the stress of being killed (oh honey don’t worry this game doesn’t have any bad ends. If you were in a game like Amnesia then I’d start crying LMAO). Fenrir happens to see her and wipes her tears away (*๓´╰╯`๓). He decides to spend the month with Alice to make her have as much fun as possible, and makes her promise that so there will be no regrets, the two will not fall in love.

But we all know that’s not gonna happen.

I guess because the boys finally learned from Lancelot’s route to never send a nameless faceless nobody with Alice, Ray assigns Fenrir as her personal bodyguard. 

Fenrir takes it upon himself to be Alice’s personal tour guide, so they go on a date around the Central Quarter eating all kinds of sweets like a bunch of dorks D’AWW. Of course the red army are full of party poopers who crashes their alone time.

@Red army boys, I LOVE YOU ALL BUT YOUR SOLDIERS NEEDA CHILL. Like my grievances from Lancelot’s route carry over in twofold because the nameless red soldiers are once again, STILL a bunch of blood thirsty hooligans who are clearly letting “may glory flow crimson through our veins” slogan get to their heads WAYY too much. 

(☪̤̆_̆ ☪̤̆) THAT’S SO SPECIFIC LMAO.

But anyhoo I guess having a body guard with actual plot armor was really beneficial because Fenrir drives off all of the Red soldiers! And as it turns out, they were sent by Edgar (but of course why am I not surprised smh).

They return home and a few black army soldiers comes out shitting their pants because apparently there’s a ghost, and when Fenrir hears that HE shits his pants. 

Luka has his priorities straight.

Fenrir pussyfoots outside the army headquarters for a few minutes because GHOST but then big bear Sirius comes out RURL pissed because everyone keeps making a ruckus.

WHY DO I FIND THIS SO FUCKING FUNNY. LIKE IT’S PICTURE PERFECT. I CAN IMAGINE HIM DOING THIS IN MY HEAD FRAME BY FRAME.

So the ghost was actually a magic cult goon creeping around like a lech looking for women's’ underwear, whom Seth covered for. I had zero interest in Seth before but I do find it interesting that more hints about Seth’s connection to the magic cult goons are being dropped, and if anything it makes me want to play his route now.

I’d love to be your friend!!! But unfortunately Fenrir is a giant stick in the mud and won’t let me! But never fear because your route is coming out soon so soon I’ll be more than just your friend LOL!

 Fenrir gets news that some of their soldiers got cornered on the Red Bridge. Well what do you know, turns out the nameless red soldiers are still mad that they busted a nut in anticipation for nothing because they didn’t get to skewer any soldiers in Lancelot’s route, so now they’re taking out their pent up frustration here.

Luka hears the news as well and rushes to the red bridge just in time to see Jonah and the rest of the red soldiers man handling the black army soldiers (wtf Jonah I expected better of you). Luka goes from simmering with rage to boiling with rage and charges at the red soldiers. Obviously the red soldiers don’t care (or... they just can’t comprehend) that Luka is their superior’s freaking brother because all they can think about is reaping the reward for unnecessary stabbing and so they go into Ultimate Shish Kabobing Mode and decide to kill Luka.

Jesus christ... these fucking red soldiers. I am so sorry but I think the only people in this clown of an army that has any shred of honor or self control are the red army love interests LOL.

Anyway Fenrir drags Luka’s delirious bloody corpse back to the black army and the scene ain’t pretty. But it’s okay because we all know that this game doesn’t have the balls to actually kill anyone so it’s not like there’s any need to be worried.

See even Alice acknowledges it lol. This game’s too soft (not that that’s necessarily a bad thing... if I want angst I’ll just read fanfiction ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Apparently the one who actually made swiss cheese of Luka was Jonah. At first I was just SO CONFUSION?? JONAH WOULD NEVER DO THAT! until this bomb dropped and my only reaction was honestly just “...yikes”.

CRIES @ MY HEART

Jonah sneaks into Black Territory unarmed and Fenrir decides to arrange for him to see Luka like a the great wingbro he is. Alice’s left awkwardly keeping Jonah company but the ice quickly breaks and they end up spending the day talking about Luka ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡.

Fenrir successfully sneaks Jonah into Luka’s room but the two end up just having a screaming match and Luka boots Jonah out of his room. Understandable, considering how all the red soldiers are like little kids that you needa put those backpack straps on because who knows what the fuck they’ll do if left to their own devices.

me whenever I have any kind of guests over.

eat my ass @ Sirius 

When it’s decided that the Black and Red army are gonna go to war for realsies, Alice requests to go onto the battle field with Fenrir so she can repel magic. Sirius freaks out going all like “ojou-chan, you mustn’t! It’s not a walk in the park!!” but Alice ain’t having any of that and essentially tells Sirius to eat her ass. Fenrir being the amazing bro he is sticks up for Alice and asks Ray if he can take her with him, swearing he’ll protect her. Ray’s like sigh fine. This scene was honestly my favourite because I loved how much confidence Fenrir had in Alice and how he respected her desire to help. Unlike a certain someone ੧| ‾́ェ ‾́ |੭ (totally not throwing shade at Sirius LMAO).

CRIES SOME MORE THAT’S SUCH A CUTE NICKNAME.

I could have asked the exact same thing of you Sirius.

The rest of the Black Army can clearly see sparks flying between Fenrir and Alice but unfortunately, Fenrir has to join Sirius in the emotional constipation of “what is this feeling in my chest?! Definitely not love!” Granted Fenrir has an excuse because of the promise he made her, but it’s still frustrating nonetheless.

oh my god can you shut up about this dumbass slogan for one minute. 

Ngl despite the heart warming moment of resolve when Fenrir decides to take Alice into battle, it’s pretty damn hard to take the war seriously because it feels like a bunch of 14 year old teenagers doing a play-war considering of how almost comedic it is. Again, I’m not saying that this game needs to be an angst fest where everyone dies, but for a story about two armies on the brink of war, it does a pretty bad job at building any real tension or showing this war as a source of any real conflict with any real stakes or any real consequences.

I totally *do not* dislike that nickname 👀

We cut back to the red army who are all quite frazzled because they all had that “oh fuck” moment when they realized that they’re getting their asses whooped by the black army.  Lancelot decides to stay his hand, whereas Jonah rages at Edgar’s incompetence but Edgar’s ultimately like “¯\_(ツ)_/¯ King’s orders”.

Alice you’re doing amazing, sweetie.

Alice continues to fight with Fenrir on the front lines but she realizes that she really loves him and she doesn’t want to go home anymore! UNFORTUNATELY FOR HER, our lovely gentleman Fenrir “this feeling in my chest is totally love but I WON’T ADMIT IT!” Godspeed repeatedly dodges her attempts at confessing (¬_¬). GOOD SIR I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING. You’re just trying to put off having a heart to heart about your feelings until the full moon so you can boot Alice back to her world without ever having to talk about it (ლಠ益ಠ)ლ.

Alice tries once again for the nth time to confess her feelings to Fenrir but this time they’re interrupted by the magic cult goons who are hell bent on capturing Alice. This plays out exactly as you’d predict and the two get cornered at a cliff LOL. Alice gets blown off the cliff and Fenrir jumps after her to save her.

This, my friends, is what we call: plot armor.

They miraculously (and conveniently) survive their fall and end up in the castle ruins in the forbidden forest. I guess being lost in an abandoned forest with a totally not haunted castle next to them sets the mood for sexy time because they end up making out like their life depends on it. Conveniently, without actually saying they love each other ლ(ಠ_ಠლ). 

GUYS... THE DRIVER IS LITERALLY RIGHT THERE.... GUYS....

They make it back to Black Territory in one piece with the help of Loki and Harr and Ray loses his shit because he thought they died T T T.  Fenrir is sent back to the front lines and Alice is totally ready to go back and kick some ass but I guess all the fire and confidence in this power couple completely deflated because Fenrir becomes Sirius 2.0 and refuses to take Alice SMH. 

Alice finds Fenrir boarding a carriage to leave, and she stops him and tries to tell him that she loves him. Fenrir responds by pulling Alice into the carriage with him and at this point I was HYPED because “is he actually gonna take her with him?!?!” but my hopes are quickly dashed when he shoves her into the carriage, initiates round 2 of INTENSE MAKE OUT SESSION LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT..... then throws Alice’s sad ass back out of the carriage and leaves her behind once he’s finished (┛ಠДಠ)┛彡┻━┻.

UGH! FENRIR! JUST--- AGHHHHHHH. 

YOU CAN SAY THAT AGAIN. Like yea sex is great, but have you ever heard of proper verbal communication??

(I also find it funny how the driver was just sitting there the entire time they were making out doing a big boi sweat).

me with group assignments in school.

Fenrir comes back on the night of the full moon and Alice for the 100TH DAMN TIME IN THIS ROUTE, tries to tell him that she doesn’t want to go home, but Fenrir, again, dashes her hopes and tells her she has to go back he won’t be able to protect her all the time. Which we all know is bullshit, but nevertheless Alice decides to listen to him. 

Ha ha ha you are so full of shit.

And so Alice once again goes to the gates of hell garden portal which I officially dub as “The Hole Where Bad Things Happen” or more accurately, “The Hole That No Player Ever Wants To See”. 

Anyhoo Alice leaps back home and spends about a month moping in London until one day a black army soldier comes to London and begs Alice to go back with him because Fenrir’s in danger! Alice, having literally zero self preservation because I guess her time on the battle field taught her jack shit, blindly follows this fellow back to Cradle and the moment she arrives, the guy reveals himself to be a magic cult goon and so she’s kidnapped and taken to Amon’s sex dungeon.

Look. I’m not gonna accuse Alice of “dumb mc syndrome” and I don’t necessarily blame her for falling for it but at the same time, COME ON. THIS IS THE DUMBEST PLOT POINT EVER. Of all the possible reasons she comes back to Cradle, THIS IS THE ONLY THING THEY COULD THINK OF? What makes it so aggravating is that it’s stated multiple times that any person from Reason can repel magic, so if that’s the case, the cult goons could have just kidnapped any random off the street instead of wasting time and energy looking for Alice. And if they could conveniently stroll into the land of Reason, why didn’t they do that ages ago?!

You know that writing rule “make your villains smarter, not your protagonists dumber”, or something like that? Well in this case, everyone is dumb!

Anyway during the month Alice was gone, Lancelot finally decides to stop going radio silent and consults the Black Army about Amon and his weed stash. This felt really convenient and almost inconsistent with Lancelot’s character because in the other routes he was hell bent on not talking unless 100% cornered, but in Fenrir’s route he spills the beans like it’s no big deal. 

Fenrir hears the news of Alice being kidnapped by Amon and the Black army pretty much storms into the Magic Tower and fishes Alice out. Amon finally reveals himself but honestly he doesn’t put up much of a fight because Fenrir shoots him with one of those hiccuping guns and that’s enough to deflate all of Amon’s fighting spirit lmao so he gets arrested in the end. Talk about anti climatic as hell. This entire thing just felt really stupid because if all they had to do with storm the damn tower, they should have done so ages ago.

Admittedly I do like the resolution to this whole fiasco. Fenrir is totally ready to get down and dirty, but before that Fenrir and Alice actually, finally, and at long last, properly talk about their feelings and sort out their relationship mess. 

Dramatic End:

Alice officially joins the Black Army, and they hold her enrollment ceremony. Hosting it is usually Ray’s job since he’s king but since Alice is his best friend’s babe, he decides to let Fenrir take over. Unfortunately, Fenrir can’t keep his excitement in check and ends up picking Alice up and spinning her around in joy ╭(๑ ॔ㅂ ਂ ॓)و ̑̑. THIS WAS SO CUTE I LOVE THIS ENDING.

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Honestly I have a lot of mixed feelings about this route. There’s the good, the bad, and the ugly, but since I don’t wanna end this post on a salty note so I’ll just start with the ugly and work my way up.

The Ugly: The route starts losing momentum their promise of not falling in love morphs into the source for Fenrir’s self cockblock fest for the rest of the route and him repeatedly rebuffing Alice’s attempts to tell him she wants to stay in Cradle became unbearable frustrating. Playing Sakuya’s route in Norn9 alongside Fenrir’s route did not help at all because his route also had a “promise of not falling in love” premise and had the exact same problems as Fenrir’s route so honestly my frustration was just doubled at this point.

The Bad: The plot is balls off the rail in the second half if it isn’t obvious enough from my complaints earlier. The Hole That No Player Ever Wants to See making a reappearance in Fenrir’s route kills a lot of the build up between Alice and Fenrir and there was honestly no point of having Alice go back to London. The circumstances that lead her to returning were so stupid it had me head banging against the wall.

The Good: I think Fenrir and Alice have a very strong “friends to lovers” romance going on and it was honestly really sweet and wholesome. I loved how their friendship and subsequent romance builds them both up and makes them better people-- they’re both stronger together, they’re equals, they’re partners. You really get a sense of camaraderie between the two and their relationship is founded on mutual respect, understanding, trust, and confidence in each other which I’m 100% on board with. Fenrir taking Alice onto the battle field with him is a testament of the rock solid trust between them. They have a very strong partner in crime vibe that I love! 

I adore how Fenrir refers to Alice as his “best friend” or his “best buddy” and it was just so cute, it made my heart swell because I’m a firm believer that your s/o SHOULD be your best friend.

Overall imo, Fenrir’s route is about on par with Lancelot’s, though it has higher highs and lower lows than Lancelot’s route did.

Anyway, I’m making my way through Edgar’s route currently (♥ω♥*).

[choccos-aaart]

nssssv pt four is finally here lol

heyyo guess what not-so-stereotypical sag, scorps and virgo is bACK

been since 2015 and oo boy does it feel good to be writing this again [i made an attempt to mimic how i wrote during the time and it felt real nice having my hands just puke on the keyboard again lmao good times] lET'S GO!!! ... So Virgo Scorps and Sag exploring a new planet heck yea Sagittarius: Hey, why are we always going to Earth?????? I mean like I bet there are more planets to bully!!!! QAQ Aquarius: AGREED. THOUGH, I HATE YOU. MUAHAHAHAHAAAAAA Virgo: *BROKEN* Scorpio: NO. SAGITTARIUS NO. WE CANNOT-- Virgo: HEY SAG WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!?!??!?!?!?!/1/1/1/1 Scopio: Whoop, they're gone. VIRGO?!!?!??!/1//1?!???!??!?1 WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING Virgo: TO SAVE SAG. I BET THEY'VE GONE TO A DIFFERENT PLANET THAT ISN'T EARTH. Scorpio: VIRGO I NEVER SAW YOU AS THIS. I MEAN-- Hold on... If this Sag is gone forever, then we'd have to get a new Sag... SHIT. VIRGO I'M COMING WITH YOU. Virgo: FINE. Scorpio: YOU-- WHERE'S OUR CAR. Taurus: In the shed, Aquarius: Well dUHH D Gemini: Can I get it? Ohh I sure do love our shed!! Virgo: Y-YOU-YOU ALL WERE IN LAST STORY GO AWAY. Scorpio: YEAH. EXACTLY. GO AWAY. YOU DUMB ASSHOLES YOU JUST ALL WANNA BE IN EVERY STORY CHOCCO WRITES Aquarius: WOW SAYS YOU Gemini: YOU'RE IN EVERY STORY Taurus: Scorpio you dumbass. Scorpio: SHUT UP. Virgo: The series is named "Not-so-stereotypical Virgo Scorps and Sag" for a reason. NOW BIBI. -Virgo and Scorpio enter the portal FabSag went inside of just before it closes. Lucky-lucky.-

Virgo: SAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!111!!1!1!!!111 Scorpio: WHERE ARE YOUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!1111111111111!!!111!11 Sagittarius: AYE-AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111!111!1!!111 WHAT THE HECK YOU GUYS YOU DON'T NEED TO YELL, YOU SEE I HAVE BIGGER EARS THAN YOU WHICH HIGHERS MY CHANCES OF BECOMING DEAF IF YOU YELL AT ME YOU ASSHOLES Virgo: SAYS YOU Scorpio: SAGITTARIUS, WE'RE BRINGING YOU BACK. Sagittarius: So how do we get back? I mean like we're not on Earth and this planet doesn't work the same way Earth does. Think we have to wait for someone to open a portal to this world o3o Scorpio: YOU KNOW THIS?!?!?!??!?!?!?/1/!??!?!?! Sagittarius: Heck yeah!! D I was stuck here before D Virgo: OH THAT'S BRILLIANT. WE'RE NOW STUCK HERE UNTIL SOMEONE WHO CARES OPENS A PORTAL HERE. SAGITTARIUS YOU'RE ONE TO BLAME, I WANT OUT, I WWWANT OUT NNOWWWWETJ AEKWEJADGJL Scorpio: ha Virgo's got no patience Virgo: REMEMBER SCORPIO. US EARTH SIGNS. WE WERE BORN WITH PATIENCE. EARTH SIGNS WERE BORN WITH PATIENCE LIKE NO OTHER- Scorpio: All earth signs but you lol Virgo: SAG BACK ME UP HERE Sagittarius: AYE-AYEEE!! SOPRIO YOU SUCK AND LIKE Virgo: YOU'RE NOT HELPING. Sagittarius: -fine if youre so smart- AY SCORPIO YOU KNOW YOU MAY BE PATIENT BUT YOU'RE NO EARTH SIGN Scorpio: wELL sO aREN'T yOU sAG Sagittarius: Sorry virgo no can do now UnU Virgo: YOU'RE GIVING UP ALREADY?!?!?!??!?!?!?/1/1//1/1 Scorpio: SAG. HELLPPPPP. Virgo: nO. sAG. dON'T. Scorpio: yES. sAG. pLS. Sagittarius: hEY hEYYYYYY!! wE'RE IN JURASSIC PARK NOW XDXDXDDD NOW WHERE IS ALAN OR Scorpio: jurassic park doesn't exist you stupid Sagittarius: Hell yeah it does, Virgo: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111!111 IT'S A T-REXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!!!!!!!1!1111!!!111 Scorpio: THAT'S AN ALBERTOSAURUS YOU DUMBASS. Sagittarius: *is most likely gone because of the dinosaur* Virgo: SAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGG!!! WAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. Scorpio: SAGITTARIUS YOU ARE AN IDIOT WHERE ARE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU Sagittarius: BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!1!!1111!!!11!!! OVER HEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!1!!!!!!!!1!1!!11!1111!1!1! Virgo: OMG SAG WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; Scorpio: AY SAG WHERE'D YOU FIND THAT HELICOPTER. Sagittarius: Dunno but like it like appeared right in front of me like BAM. Scorpio: I see. AY YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE THIS THING. Sagittarius: Nope. Virgo: GAAH. Sagittarius: jk jk jk lol i know how to drive this thing so ha, get on xD Virgo: SAG THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO MAKE JOKES Sagittarius: oi oI GET ON OR THE ALBERTOSAURUS WILL EAT US ALIVE Scorpio: wOW EVEN SAG KNOWS THE NAME OF THAT DINOSAUR, VIRGO SHAME ON YOU Virgo: *IS ALREADY ON THE COPTER BTW* DO YOU WANT BLOOD TO SPILL Sagittarius: Ayeee mind's getting back to the times when you said that UwUwuwuwuuwu Scorpio: FUCKING DRIVE Sagittarius: Pshht okay fine wow calm, *LIFTS OFF HECK YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!11!!1!!!11!* Virgo: thank god we're finally away from that t-rex Scorpio: VIRGO. Virgo: WHAT Scorpio: ALBERTOSAURUS Virgo: FUCK YOU. Sagittarius: Poor poor virgo doesn't like being corrected Virgo: Sag, can you at least be on my side of the argument? Sagittarius: But that dinosaur was really an albertosaurus. Sagittarius: WAIT. WHERE'S ALAN. I WANTED TO SEE HIM. HE KNOWS LOTS ABOUT DINOSAURS Virgo: tHAT'S cOMPLETELY uSELESS. Scorpio: Wow Virgo, don't you wan't to know how to tell two dinosaurs apart, EXAMPLE: T-REX AND ALBERTOSAURUS. You want me to teach you? Virgo: DO THAT TO ME AND I'LL THROW YOU OFF THE COPTER. DZZZ-DZZZ Sagittarius: AYEEE I GOT A TEXT LOL WHO IS IT FROM Scorpio: SAGITTARIUS WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET A PHONE Sagittarius: Aqua's friend from Earth gave me one for some reason Sagittarius: Imma read it *gets the phone out* "HAHAHA LOLOLOLOLOOLOOL I'M IN THIS STORY NOW HECK YEAH I'M DA MAIN HAHAHAH" LOL NO. AQUARI-ASS GO AWAY. IMMA TEXT THAT TO THEM Virgo: sAGITTARIUS. rEMEMBER THE RULE ABOUT TEXTING AND DRIVING Sagittarius: No? sagittarius crashes the copter and everyone dies lol jk but copter still crashes though Virgo: WAY TO GO SAGITTARIUS Sagittarius: What Virgo: YOU ALMOST KILLED THE THREE OF US Sagittarius: well sorRY Virgo: It's fine U^U As long as we're all safe-- SCORPIO. WHERE'S SCORPIO Scorpio: Hey, what even is this place? Virgo: The Planet of Transitions. It doesn't really have a name to it-- Sagittarius: OMG OMG OMG BROOO YOU'VE BEEN HERE BEFORE??? DDD Virgo: Yes. I got stuck here once. Sagittarius: SO I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; Virgo: Virgo: OF COURSE NOT, SAG. Scorpio: ............wait where are the dinosaurs Virgo: DEAD. Virgo: LIKE WE ALMOST WERE, SAGITTARIUS Scorpio: Well that's good to know. Sagittarius: hELP ME I'M FALLINGGGGGGGGGGG AAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!1111!1 ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; Virgo: help you?! LIKE HELL WE'LL HELP YOU, YOU NEARLY kILLED US Scpr[o: SAG I'M COMING TO GET YOU Virgo: Scorpio wHAT ARE YOU DOING-- Sagittarius: Don't worry ya guys I'm back up now--SCORPS-- Scorpio: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!1!!1!1!!1!!11!!1 -SPLORSHSHHHHH- BRBRRBRRBRRLRLLRLRRLRBRBRLRLLRBLRBRBLRBR I CAN'T SWIM *CLIMBS UP ON SOME STABLE AQUARIUM DECORATION FLOATING ON THE SURFACE OF THE WATER WHICH IS HARDLY AT THE TOP OF THE AQUARIUM BECAUSE I WANT TO COMPLICATE THE SITUATION LOL HAHA WHAT LOSERS* virgo and sag jump down to try n save poor poor porpio but end up sliding on some glass Virgo: ACK! WHAT IS THIS?! Saggitarius: MA FACE IS FLAT BLEH BLEH Scorpio: haha lol what looooooooooooooosers your faces are all flat and level like pisces' line graph of their progress on-- Sagittarius: AAA!! THERE'S A SHARK BEHIND YOU!!!!!!!1!!     Scorpio: lol no there isnt Virgo: NO SCORPIO, SAGITTARIUS IS LIKE ACTUALLY TELLING THE TRUTH YOU NEED TO MOVE ELSEWHERE Scorpio" BUT I CAN'T SWIMMMM, OMG FRICKAJFASJDF;LASKDJFKASJDFKLJA Pisces: WASSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPP So um Scorpies you said somethin bout me what was it? Scorpio: jesus frick pisces Sagittarius: wowzies Virgo: Speak of the devil. SPEAK OF THE DEVIL. Pisces: What. Virgo: ANYWAYS, SCORPIO WE NEEDA GET YOU OUTTA THERE Virgo: .................and pisces. Scorpio: BUT HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO GET US OUT, GENIUS Pisces: YEAH GENIUS-- Sagittarius: I HAVE ONE OF THE COPTER'S SPINNY PARTS TO SMASH THE GLASS!!!!!!!!!!!1111!!!!!!1 Virgo: WHY WOULD YOU BRING ALONG THE REMAINS OF A BROKEN VEHICLE Sagittarius: That-THAT'S-TTHAT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. Scorpio: This is Sagittarius we're talking about Pisces: Yeah this is sagittarius we're talking about-- Virgo: aIGHT, SAGITTARIUS, do the honours. Sagittarius: AYYYYY!!!111!!! *SMASHES THE GLASS AND SCORPIO IS FREE ...and pisces* *JK they don't successfully smash the glass* Scorpio: WEAK Pisces: Yeah, wEAK-- Virgo: Well, if all goes wrong, then we'll just have to *sIGH* phone aries. Virgo: ...And use their ram horns to ya know smash the glass Pisces: Where's your phone, then? ... GENIUS- Virgo: Yes, I kNOW, i dON'T hAVE a pHONE hERE, Pisces: Haha Virgo: bUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuUUUT. Virgo: Sagittarius does. Scorpio: THANK THE LORD Virgo: wELL HEYY! Sagittius!! DDDDD Hand over the phone!! Sagittarius: Ya mean the one Aqua's friend gave me? Virgo: YES. wELL??? Sagittarius: Virgo: Sag????? The PHONE????? IS IT HERE?? Sagittarius: Oh!! Um I left it near the window of the helicopter!! AH-- Virgo: OH NO. Scorpio: SO YOU'RE TELLING US THAT YOUR PHONE EITHER FELL OUTTA THE WINDOW OR BLEW UP TO BITS ALONG WITH OUR HELICOPTER Virgo: PISCES. WHAT ABOUT YOU. DO YOU HAVE A PHONE? Pisces: Well, wowie, is it really that far in time for phones to create a forcefield to stop themselves from breaking down in water? Scorpio: We're literally time travelers. DO YOU. hHAVE A PHONE. Pisces: No-- Scorpio: Alright, ya know what, I'm just gonna *LIFTS UP PISCES AND USES THEM AS A KNIFE TO CUT THROUGH THE GLASS* Pisces: Whoa! Virgo: PISCES IS A BLADE?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!??!?@?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!>!?>!?!?! Scorpio: Do you even know pisces? Sagittarius: Wow Virgo, first the mix up between a T-Rex and an Albertosaurus, and now not knowing Pisces can be used as a blade? You make me feel smart! Virgo: SHUT UP I HATE YOU DO YOU WANT BLOOD TO SPILL-- oh no. the planet of transitions is acting up again. WAY TO GO SCORPIO, NOW WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN Scorpio: Wow sorry Sagittarius: Well, we're on land????? Pisces: And there's some huge-ass telephone, too! Virgo: *GASPU* WE CAN PHONE ARIES-- Scorpio: TELEPHONE. Aries. Viro: TELEPHONE--WHATEVER. tha-THAT'S-THAT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. Sagittarius: OKAY, UHH, PISCES! wHAT'S ARIES' NUMBER! Pisces: Uhhhhh Scorpio: Does Aries even have a phone? Pisces: Duhh? So it's uhh, twelve, thirty-four... Sagittarius: *JUMPING ON THEM GIANT BUTTONS* Twelve, thirty-four, NEXT!! Pisces: Fifty-six, seventy-eight... Sagittarius: Fifty-six, seventy-eight, YEP!! Virgo: Wait a second... SAGITTARIUS STOP-- Pisces: And nine-hundred-and-ten! Sagittarius: And nine-hundred-and-ten!! DI-ALL!! Virgo: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO-- Pisces: PRANKT Virgo: OH MY GOD Scorpio: PFFT Sagittarius: SHSHHHSHHHH waitt... oh heyy! ... yeah? we're in the planet of transitions! ... oh--WAIT WE DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE FRICK-- ... ... ... PIsces: Was that legit? Virgo: WAY TO GO SAGITTARIUS YOU COULD'VE TOLD THEM TO SAVE US FROM THIS HELLHOLE Sagittarius: Oops Scorpio: Well-- Sagittarius: OHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDDDDDD IT'S POLICE HELICOPTER AND THEY'RE COMING STRAGHT FOR US!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111!! Scorpio: SHOOT THEM DOWN Virgo: But the police were from Earth, right? Sagittarius: Whatever. AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY *SHOOTS AN ARROW AT THE HELICOPTER* It's a hit! the copter goes down in flames Virgo: GOOD JOB YOU FUCK, THE HELICOPTER COULD'VE HELPED US OUTTA THIS PLACE Pisces: uh oh what if it was aries Scorpio: It can't be, they wouldn't have reached us that quick? Pisces: Yeah, it can't-t be Sagittarius: Omg lmao there's this loser trying to swim for this island Virgo: *gASP* Virgo: ARIES Aries: HELLOOOOOOO Sagittarius: ARIES!!!!111!1 Aries: TRAITOR Pisces: ARIES~~ Aries: YEAHHHHHHHH Scorpio: !!! Scorpio: BARBECUE. Aries: EW NO FUCK OFF, HAVE TAURUS INSTEAD, Scorpio: THEY WERE IN THE LAST STORY, THEY CAN LEAVE. Aries: WH-WHAT-WHATEVER. Sagittarius: So um Aries, can you get us ouuta here-- Aries: Well, SagiitTAIUS LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO MY FOIUCKLIIN HELLOCOPTPEPERARFADJ ASHDFDSDF ADSFHDS FDASK HDSFHALFA Pisces: So I guess we can just chill until help comes? Scorpio: Yeah, we can do, I dunno, whatever Virgo: That's not helping! We need to come up with an escape plan-- Sagittarius: WHOAAAAH!! EVERYONE!! IT'S A HELICOPTER!! Virgo: Hold up. HOLD UP. THAT BELONGS TO THE POLICE. Scorpio: Are there police in there tho>????? Pisces: Sag, you have an archers' eyes, lookie! Sagittarius: THERE'S POLICE IN THERE ALRIGHT :'000000 Aries: THEN SHOOT THEM DOWN YA DUMB IDIOATLKJATHTHTHTKTHKJ AHETSJKHJTKHKJTH Sagittarius: *SHOOTS* Shoot! Virgo: was that a hit or a mISS TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME NOW EWHEWKJHKJEWHKLAJWHE Sagittarius: WELL DID IT BLOW UP?!?!?! Virgo: NOOOADKJLASFJASLD Aires: SHOOT AGAINANGANDNSGNADSGNS\\ Sagittarius: I'M OUTTA ARROWS Pisces: Uhh, SCORPS YOU HAVE A GUN Scorpio: I LEFT IT AT HOME, YA DUMB Pisces: Aries: SHIT WE GOTTA SWIM AWAY Scorpio: THERE'S NO WAY IN hELL I'M GONNA SWIM-- *HELICOPTER NOISES* Capricorn: EVERYBODY CALM DOWN Pisces: I DON'T WANNA GET ARRESTED AGAIN!>>!>!>>!!!?!??!?!?!!?!? Scorpio: YOU'VE BEEN TO PRISON?!?!?!??! PIsces: Capricorn: EVERYBODY CALM THE fUCK DOWN I SAID Pisces: Wait.. CAPRICORN?!!!?!??! Capricorn: Damn right Sagittarius: You didN'T KNOW CAPPY WAS A POLICE?!?!? Libra: And Libraaa~~~!!!!!!!11!!11!!1!!! Scorpio: Libra?! Libra: Thaaaat's right! Libra: also capricorn told me about all of your crimes and now all they do is cry and cryyyyyy Capricorn: I'm welling in tears. *wells in tears* Aries: What a frickin bABY Capricorn: SHUT UP. Virgo: Oh yes! That's right! Can you take us away from this planet? Please? Capricorn: Why should Libra and I let you in, cRIMINAL?!?!!??!?! Virgo: ggggAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAsSP. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST SAID THAT! Scorpio: WHOA WHOA. Aries: WHAT'S THIS?! Pisces: VIRGO AND CAPRICORN ARE OFFICIALLY NOT FRIENDS ANYMORE?!! Libra: c'mon u guys just chill!!! -EVERONE'S SILENT- lIBRA: Coolios,l get in. -zeVERYONE GET'S IN >:000000- lIBRA: yeaH! Sagittarius: Thanks a million! We owe you one! Scorpio: No we don't. Sagittarius: PISS OFF! LIBRA, SCORPIO IS ACTUALLY THANKFUL Libra: Hahahaha, it's nothing, now all i gotta do is drive yas to a safe place Virgo: Libra, you're a safe driver, unliKE SAGITTARIUS, right?? Libra: Virgo: RiiiIIIIIIghhHHHHTTTT??????????????? Libra: yeah! Capricorn: DO NOT LIE, LIBRA Capricorn: You got your license off ebay and you know it Capricorn: In fact we aLL KNOW IT Libra: AW C['MON CAPPY, LOOK AT THEM NOW THEY'RE ALL FREAKING OUT Virgo: gODDAMN IT LIBRA YOU FUCKING DISASTER IDIOT MELT PISSFUCKING PRICK- Sagittarius: W-WAIT-WAIT-WAIT-W-W-W-wait....,... YOU DIDN'T KNOW LIBRA ILLEGALLY GOT THEIR LICENSE?!?!?!??!?! Sagittarius: pFFFF- HAHAHAHAHAHA DUMB Virgo: FUCK YOU SAGITTARIUS sCORPIO: YOU TWO BETTER SHUT THE HELL UP OR ELSE I'LL SHOOT BOTH YOUR HEADS OFF, UNDERSTAND?!??!?!?! Pisces: yeh virgo, shut up >:33 ... and sagittarius,,, Capricorn: ... Capricon: ... well/// Virgo: SOMEONE ELSE DRIVE BEFORE WE cRASH Sagittarius: I'll- VIrgo: Just like what SAGITTARIUS HERE DID TO US Sagittarius: D:< Ca[rocprm: how about- Aries: hOW ABOUT I DRIVE, MOTHAFUKKAZZZ!!!!!!! Capricorn: No. ScorpIo: I'll dri- Capricorn: You lost your license and we all know it. Capricorn: Anyone else? Aries: Well if no one else can, then why don't u do it? Capricorn: the only vehicle i can't drive is a copter. Capricorn: bitch. Aries; wHATEVER. Piscs: I can't believe you just assumed i couldn't drive!!! D: Aries: YOU CAN DRIVE!??!!??!!? Pisces: Well, yeAH? Libra: Goddamn it aries, you asshole Libra: Now, how are the other three going? Sagittarius: THen, why don't you just drive illegally? Scorpio: Nah, it feels wrong. Virgo: So you're implying that you killing us isn't half bad?!??!?!! Scorpio: Shut up. Sagittarius: But all we ever do on Earth is do illegal shit there anyway, I mean o4o ScorpIO: Fair point. Sagittarius: Uhuh. Sagittarius: Sagittarius: OI ARE WE HOME YET?!?!?! cAPRICORN: No, of course not. iN CASE YOU FORGOT HOW THIS PLANET WORKS, SOMEONE NEEDS TO OPEN A PORTAL FROM THE OUTSIDE. Sagittarius: Then why aren't you phoning anybody? Capricorn: Because we... Capricorn: WHO HERE HAS A PHONE? VIrgo: DAMN IT PISCES FOR DRIVING AWAY FROM THE TELEPHONE- PSCES": WELL, SORRY??????????????? >>:''333 VIRGI: ASDAGSFDGFJFKGGDSA-- Libra: I got one! Virgo: LEGEND Sagittarius: seriously ya gotta chill virgi: .......... fine. libra: *phones someone, i dunno* libra: O hhey!! Aqua! What's up-- Sagittarius: nO , THEY WERE IN THE LAST STORY SO THEY CCAN PISS OFF sagottarois: tell EM TO HAND THE PHONE TO SOMEONE ELSE Libra: Okay, i wanna speak to someone else Libra; ... Libra: Taurus!!!!! Heyyy!!!!! I need- Scorpoi: nO NONO NO NONO, TEHEY WERE ALSO OIN THE LAST STORY, TELL THEM TO GO AWAY OR I'LL BE HAVING STEAK TONIGHT Libra: Oohh!! Uh, can you please hand the phone to someone else, sorry!!! Libra: ... Libra: Oh hiiii!!! Whats up, gemini!!!!!! Virgo: HAND THE PHONE OVER TO SOMEONE ELSE PLEASE- Libra; I don't wanna talk to you, sorry, someone else please? ----- gemini: why does everyone hate me ----- Libra: Leo!!!!!! Hey!!!!!!!! Libra: Don't mind opening the gate to the planet 'stardos'? VIRGO/SAG/SCORPS: THIS PLANET HAS A NAME?!?!!??!?!?!!?!!??! ----- leo: sure thinG! i'll do it now!!!! ----- Libra: (to the 3 dumb bitches) Yeah! You didn't know? Capricorn: What did you think this planet was called? Pisces: Virgo, sagittarius, i'm not too surprised! Pisces: But scORPIO?!?!?!?!? Pisces: I ccan't believe i looked up to you!!!! >:'''''0000 ScorpioP: WAIT NO, THAT WAS ONLY THIS ONE THING i sweAR I'M CLEVERER THAN THAT- Pisces: haha traitor ... Leo: HEY EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! pisces: o look we're home. piscres: Everyone hop off!!!!!!! ...............and scorpio. -everyone hops off the vehicle- scorpio: ... scorpio: ... scorpio: what the fuck leo: ... bro did u lose a friend lol virgo: I DID!!! sagittarius: ... aquarius and i were never friends so the can piss off scorpio: leo: u guys are losers END bonuS: Leo: why the hell do i always get the least screen time whenever i'm featured in one of these stories Leo: wHAT THE HELL LEO: THIS IS UNFAIR.

[wholetmewrite]

high school tech crew!monsta x: spotlight technician!hyunwoo

the one who’s been doing theatre tech since freshmen year

is also the one who convinced everyone else to join too

has been offered more leader-like positions just bc of his commanding presence and stature but like

poor dude gets shy

so he leaves it to stage manager!minhyuk and assistant stage manager!kihyun

technically hyunwoo could be a good stage hand too like hoseok

but like just imagine this:

sweaty hyunwoo in just a tank top bc it gets hot as hell on the catwalk

moving the heavy ass spotlight around like it’s no biggie

...nut

doesn’t really talk much

kinda just grunts into his headset whenever minhyuk or kihyun check in with him

was originally supposed to be a stage hand w/ hoseok but he heard you were joining tech as a spotlight technician

you two have homeroom together, and actually have had homeroom together every year

in your first year you were sat across the room from him and he thought you were the cutest thing he’s ever laid his eyes upon

you thought he was hot as fuck tbh but also kinda thought he was out of your league so you just paid more attention to your friends

but like every day you guys would make eye contact and maybe share a small smile or roll your eyes together at some point during announcements

in your second year of having homeroom together you got sat next to him and you started calling him homeroom buddy in your head

sometimes you would chat a little about school or the weather but the conversation never really went anywhere bc your friends always somehow managed to steal your attention away

and oh wow would you look at that suddenly hyunwoo is ALSO a spot what a coincidence !!!

bless this poor man tho he has absolutely no idea how to like,,, actually talk to you

you sometimes think he doesn’t really like you bc he doesn’t talk to you that much

tbh sometimes it seems like he doesn’t like anyone really

but then you see him do the smallest favors for his friends

like helping sound technician!hyungwon move the soundboard from the booth onto his lil table in the back of the house because that shit’s too heavy for only one person to move it

getting minhyuk’s favorite snack from the vending machine for him because he’s getting frustrated

helping stage hand!hoseok move some set pieces into their designated spikes for the first scene before he has to go up to the catwalk

it’s actually the least he could do for hoseok after ditching him for you but you dont need to know that

turning the projector on for projections technician!changkyun because he’s taller and changkyun's too lazy to leave the booth

letting assistant stage manager!kihyun and mic crew/stage hand!jooheon rest their heads on his shoulders during rehearsal notes even though he doesn’t really like skinship because these poor babies are tired and lowkey on the verge of stress tears

and OUCH that’s your heart!!!

who knew he’d be such a gentle giant bc maaaan you really didn’t

you really got to know a different side of hyunwoo which just made your crush on him so much harder to ignore

you’d start talking to him about tech and the production during homeroom and you guys would get so invested in it that your friends started noticing you talking to your cute seatmate and leave you two be

they did interrogate you about it during lunch and you would flush but didnt wanna say anything in case he or his friends were nearby

granted you weren’t extremely shy or anything but you were definitely afraid of rejection so you never talked about your feelings in public

you’d always brush off your friends and it didn’t seem like a big deal to you but yo

hyunwoo’s friends are all up on it tryna figure out if his crush likes him back or not!!!

but you’re so! fucking! secretive!!!!

they literally report back to him all frustrated n shit and he’s just sitting there like ???? bc he didn’t even ask them to find anything out they’re literally just like doing this on their own

but how can they not when hyunwoo has literally never had a crush on anyone??

he won’t even admit that it’s a crush tbh bc feelings are confusing and a lil scary he just knows he cares about you in a different way than he does his friends

and he’s also a lil,,,, protective over you?

like minhyuk or hoseok will jokingly ask if you’re single or what are the odds that they you’ll say yes if they ask you out and he just gets this dark aura and his knuckles turn white and he sends them a glare so icy that minhyuk almost cries on the spot and hoseok literally sees his life flash before his eyes and they literally have to tell him they’re joking

and he’s just like

oh

my b

and hyungwon’s just watching all this in silence but before he leaves for class he’s like bro,,, u better step tf up before someone else snatches them away

and hyunwoo kinda sits there expressionless but inside he knows that hyungwon wouldn’t say anything unless it’s true

so he starts doing random acts of kindness for u bc actions speak louder than words and he’s shit at words

like when tech week comes around he starts bringing you trolli eggs for you to snack on at the catwalk bc he saw you eating them in homeroom a few times

and you’re like :o ! thank u!

and he’s like no problem and gives u a smol smile

u just kinda stand there like :o my heart. it’s. going to. bu r s t.

and he’ll save you a seat at dinner but is too shy to actually let you know about that but it’s cool! his bois got him! they call you over for him!

and you’re like :D thanks guys! & even tho there are a few other empty seats around the other boys u kinda automatically go next to hyunwoo and his heart starts accelerating

and then u accidentally call him homeroom buddy out loud instead of keeping it in your head and all his friends start screaming and cooing and you two are just sitting there blushing

and sometimes you get so stressed between scenes that u kinda just tear up a lil but then u hear a lil crinkling and hyunwoo’s got a travel pack of tissues and furrowed brows and ur like omg??

and hyunwoo kinda flushes and is like jooheon cries a lot i just carry these so he doesnt get snot on his or anyone else’s clothes

u honestly might actually combust at this point but that would be embarrassing and a bit inappropriate in this very moment

so u just say thanks and take the tissues but ur hands brush and hyunwoo almost drops the tissues and ur hand is on FIRE

and you’re thinking about all these small things that he’s doing for you and u kinda gush to ur friends in ur lil group chat and they’re just like

KISS HIM

KEEP HIM

CHERISH HIM

but you can’t tell if he actually does like you bc he goes out of his way for his other friends as well 

which you express to your friends

the same friends who are secretly in cahoots with hyunwoo’s friends bc honestly everyone except you two can tell you're in love

and his friends pull him aside in the theater lobby during a rehearsal break and they’re like dude you needa confess you’re too kind to everyone and they can’t tell that you like them

and the color kinda just drains from his face bc

hyunwoo??? has to use his words???

and he’s like ,,,noah fence but i would rather be stage manager for the rest of my life than tell y/n i have an embarrassingly unrequited crush on them

and he hears a lil gasp behind him

GUESS WHO’S THERE

YOU

all of his friends are s h O o K and hyunwoo whips around like o FUCK

and you’re just like ,,,can i talk to hyunwoo alone for a sec and his friends literally RUN off (but not too far bc they wanna hear)

and hyunwoo’s just like sweating and avoiding your eyes and he’s like

“i’m sorry. i’m really not good with words and i- um- well clearly i just said kind of a harsh thing that i didn’t mean but you’re just- ugh- you’re really cute and-”

and your heart is swelling and without thinking one hand takes his and the other gently grasps his chin to make him look at you

and he stops talking and finally looks at you and you just have this smile on your face and you’re like

“that’s funny, bc i’ve had this huge crush on my incredibly hot and kind homeroom and spot buddy and i thought he would never like me back bc he’s way out of my league”

and he just gives you this look that’s like are you fucking kidding me bc if anyone’s out of anyone’s league, it’s you who’s out of his 

and you’re like i’m serious!! and start going off about all the things you’ve noticed and he’s blushing like crazy bc his crush!! notices him!!! and you notice he’s blushing and you realize you needa shut up but you can’t stop so you kinda give him a look like pls help me stop talking

and he does

with his lips

bc we all know he can’t use his words

[fluffyllamas-23]

I should be doing homework, but whoops I’m not. This is part two to this fic.

Fic is under the cut

“When is your mom bringing Oreo back?” Zoey asks sleepily into Hayden’s chest.

It’s mid morning, and neither of them had gotten much sleep.  It’s been about five days since Hayden came down with the head cold from Hell, and although he’s finally starting to feel human again, he’s still snoring because he’s still congested beyond belief.  Zoey is completely drained, and has no energy to do anything but lie there, half asleep.

“She texted me a little while ago that she was bringing her back later today,” Hayden rasps, his voice is still congested, but nowhere near as badly as the past few days. “I think she likes the dog better than she likes me.”

“I like Oreo better than you, too.”

“Wow, thanks.  Love you, too.”

She chuckles weakly, nuzzling closer to him, “you’re cute and all…but Oreo will always be cuter.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbles, “whatever, I like Oreo more than all of you anyways.”

“Oreo is the best, it’s okay.”

“True,” he grins.

“How are you feeling?” She asks, eyelids drooping.

“I’m fine…I should be asking you that.  Are you alright?”

“Mmm…” she hums, “just tired.”

“You sure? You’re not getting sick, are you?”

“Well, I hope not,” she groans, “I’m just so tired.”

“You haven’t been sleeping much…and you’ve been working, and making sure I don’t die,” he sighs, looking down at her so he can brush her hair off her face, “thank you, by the way.  I really appreciate it.”

“Of course I’m going to take care of you, you don’t have to thank me.”

“You have the day off, don’t you?”

“Mmm…no..there’s a visit tomorrow.”

He grimaces, “visits are always awful.  When do you work?”

“Three to eleven…probably longer,” she sighs, “no, definitely longer, but I’m not sure when.”

“Well…try and get some sleep, it’s only ten.”

She hides her face in his chest, “are you alright? You don’t need anything?”

“Zo, I’m fine, I promise.”

“You still sound like shit.”

“I know, but I feel better than I sound.”

“Okay,” she mumbles, closing her eyes.

Hayden starts to try and get up, but she tightens her grip on him and moves even more on top of him, “excuse you, sir.  Where do you think you’re going?”

“I was going to let you sleep.”

“Nuh-uh.  You slept on top of me and snored in my ear for five days. You owe me.”

Hayden chuckles, “alright, you make a valid point.”

He wraps an arm around her and pulls the blanket over them. She intertwines her legs with his just as she’s hit with another wall of pure exhaustion.  

*

Hayden is half asleep on the couch, cuddling with Oreo and watching Netflix when the front door opens.  

He shoots up into a sitting position, rubbing his left eye with the heel of his hand.  

“What time is it?” He asks tiredly.

She immediately drops her bag on the floor and bursts into tears.  Hayden is at her side in an instant, he wraps her up in a hug, and she slumps into him.  

She’s exhausted.  She was exhausted before her shift even started, but it had gone so much longer than she was anticipating (twelve hours), and now it was three thirty in the morning, and her body throbs and feels heavy with fatigue, and she’s desperate for sleep.

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

“I’m so tired,” she cries.

“Okay, okay, breathe, honey,” he says softly.  “Let’s go to bed, yeah?”

She groans weakly, knees buckling.  Hayden catches her with a yelp before she crumples to the floor.  

“M’not feeling well, Hayden,” she mumbles, eyes burning with exhaustion.  

He scoops her up so that he’s carrying her bridal style, “are you not feeling well because you’re tired, or because you’re sick?”

“I dunno,” she mumbles, shrugging listlessly.

“Do you work tomorrow?”

“Everyone works on Saturdays.”

“When’s the last time you’ve had a day off?” He demands, putting her on the bed.  She flops over on her side and curls into herself.  

“Um…eight days, I think.”

He purses his lips, “when do you work?”

“‘leven t’seven.”

“Are you kidding me? Honey, you need to call out tomorrow.”

Zoey mumbles something incoherent, and when Hayden looks down, she’s fast asleep.

She wakes briefly as he changes her into something more comfortable, but by the time he pulls the blankets over her, she’s dead asleep again.

*

“Zoey, you need to call out of work,” Hayden says, watching from the bed as she stumbles around the room.  

“Can’t…needa work…we’re short-staffed…haveta…go,” she mumbles, the room suddenly tilting.  She sinks to the floor shakily, getting onto her hands and knees as she lets out a groan of discomfort.

“No,” he says, kneeling next to her, “no you’re done.  Call the store and tell them that you’re sorry, but they’ll need to find someone else to cover your shift…and maybe every shift for the next week.”

“I can-”

“-Zoey,” he snaps, “you physically cannot make it to work. You are on the ground, how the hell are you planning on getting to work? I don’t want you driving this tired.”

“I-“

“-You came home in tears, honey.  You’re exhausted, call a manager and tell them you can’t make it.”

“I-I…I…okay…Hayden, I really don’t feel well.”

“I know,” he says softly, “you’ll feel better when you get some sleep.”

And they really thinks she just needs to sleep.  That is, until she wakes up after a solid eighteen hours at 3 in the morning, feeling like death.

“Hayden,” she rasps, coughing into the blankets.  

He inhales sharply, and looks around bleary-eyed, “Huh-wha? …Oh, hey. Look who’s back from the dead.”

“Hey, could you do me a huge favor?” She asks, patting his chest weakly.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I think…um…sleeping didn’t help…could you go get me Advil or something.”

He puts his hand on her forehead and then sucks his teeth, “yeah, you’re running a fever.”

“What time is it?” She asks, going into a spluttering coughing fit.

He attempts to pull her into a sitting position, but she’s so tired and weak, she resembles a rag doll more than she does a human.  

“Geez, Zoey,” he winces, “that doesn’t…sound good.”

She groans into the comforter, “you didn’t answer my question.”

She coughs again, and he stacks up a couple of pillows before propping her up on them.  He glances at the clock, “it’s…ah…about three thirty.”

Her eyelids droop and she gives a weak little cough, “oh…why were you sleeping so late? Are you okay?”

He blinks, “it’s three thirty in the morning, Zo."

“What?” She squawks, which triggers another coughing fit.

“Relax, it’s okay. You needed it.”

She groans, dropping her head back, “nnnnngh.”

“I’ll be right back,” he promises, kissing her too-warm forehead.

*

Zoey is pretty sure they’re cursed to never sleep.  Before, it was Hayden keeping Zoey up, and now it was the other way around.  

By the time morning rolls around, they’re both sleepy and ready to go back to bed.  Instead, Zoey is curled up on the couch with a blanket, and Hayden is standing in front of her with his hand on her cheek.

“You want some tea? You’ve been coughing a lot.”

“I can get it…I feel bad I kept you up,” she rasps, “you should go back to sleep.”

He cocks a brow, “you’re not serious, are you?”

“Huh?” She frowns, struggling to get up.

He pushes her back down gently, “Oh my God, Zo, will you just lie down? I’m not even sick anymore.  You’re basically dead.”

She groans, “I hate sitting around.”

“I know, but you still have a fever,” he says, crossing his arms.  “Just rest and let me take care of you.  Please?”

“Okay…but only because I’m exhausted,” she mutters, coughing into her blankets.

“Good.  What do you want to eat?”

“Nothing…I’m not hungry.”

“You didn’t eat anything yesterday, you need food.  Does anything sound appealing?”

She shakes her head, “could you make me some tea though? My throat is killing me.”

He sighs.  Her appetite always goes right out the window when she’s sick, and it’s a struggle to get her to eat anything.

“How about broth or something?”

“I guess.”

“How’s your stomach?”

“S’fine…just not hungry.”

*

“It’s been a week, Zo,” Hayden frowns, handing her a cup of hot tea.

“Huh?” She frowns, brain fuzzy from the fever.

“You’ve been sick for a week, I don’t think this is just a cold.”

“Colds last seven to ten days,” she mumbles, fully aware that she shouldn’t be this weak and fatigued with a cold.  

“You sound like hell.”

“I know.”

“You look like it too.”

“Hayden, stop,” she groans, head throbbing.

“Sorry,” he sighs, “I’m sorry.  I just really hate how awful you’re feeling.”

She takes a sip of the tea, before shoving the cup weakly back towards him.  She’s too tired to hold it any longer, and just wants to go to sleep.  

“All done?”

“M’tired,” she blinks.  

Hayden puts it on the coffee table, and then presses his hand to her forehead, “you still have a fever.”

“Figured,” judging by how sluggish and achy she’s feeling, it doesn’t come as much of a shock.  

“I think I’m going to call your doctor.”

“Noooo,” she croaks, going into a coughing fit.  

“You’ve had a fever for nearly a week.  This isn’t just a cold.”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” she groans, head lolling to the side as her eyelids droop.

“I’m not being dramatic.  You haven’t been to work in eight days, you never call out either, I have to practically force you to.  We’re going to the doctor.”

“Fine,” she mumbles.

He nods once, “I’m going to go call…try and get some sleep, do you need anything? Want to go back to bed?”

“Don’t wanna move…too tired.”

“Okay,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair before he bends down to kiss her forehead, “I’m really sorry, Zo.”

“For what?”

“Getting you sick…this is my fault.”

“Don’t blame yourself, it’s okay.”

“No it isn’t.”

“Just go call the doctor.  Stop feeling guilty, I was going to get sick at some point. I’m not mad, you can’t be either.”

“Fine, fine,” he sighs.

*

“Wow, what a great doctor’s appointment,” Zoey grumbles from the passenger’s seat. “I swear, she’s the most incompetent doctor I’ve ever gone to.”

Hayden glances at her out of the corner of his eye before focusing back on the road, “she wasn’t that bad.”

“She literally listened to my chest for two seconds, shrugged and said ‘I dunno what’s wrong…could be the flu…could need antibiotics.’”

He grimaces, “yeah, she sucked.”

She couldn’t get in to see her regular doctor, so the receptionist got her in to see another one neither of them had heard of before, and it’s soon apparent why.

Zoey coughs miserably, pinching the bridge of her nose, “hey, Hayden?”

“Yeah? You okay?” He asks, looking over at her.

“Could you take me home before you get them? I really just want to lie down…I don’t feel well.”

He frowns, “you sure? The pharmacy is right here.”

“Please?” She asks, sounding so small and tired and broken, his heart aches.

“Yeah, okay…are you feeling worse?”

She nods mutely, curling even tighter into herself as she coughs.

Hayden grips the steering wheel so tightly, his knuckles turn white.  Hopefully the medications help, because he hates seeing her so miserable.

She spends most of the drive home half-asleep, facing the window. When he finally pulls into the driveway, he touches her shoulder.

“Zoey? Wake up, honey,” he says softly, rubbing her back.  He manages to get her into the house and lying down before pressing his lips to her forehead, temple and cheek. “Are you good?”

“Mmhmm,” she mumbles as he pulls the blankets over her.

“I’ll be back soon, text me if you need anything, okay?”

She nods, blinking heavily, “thank you.”

*

“Zoey…I don’t like this idea.”

“Hayden,” she whines, looking up at him from beneath the blanket with big, fever bright eyes.  “Pleeeeeease?”

“You’re still sick.”

“But this is the best part of the holidays,” she croaks weakly before coughing miserably.

“I’m not dragging you around in the freezing cold with that God-awful cough,” he grimaces.  

“Haydeeeeennnn.”

“Zoeeeeeeeey,” he mocks, quirking a brow as a smile plays on his lips.

“Shut up you jerk.”

He laughs, “honey, you’ve been sick for two and a half weeks and you’re just getting worse.  I think we should be going to the emergency room, not out looking at Christmas lights.”

“We’re going, grab my coat, bitch.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry, I just want to go look at Christmas lights,” she moans dramatically.

He bursts out laughing, “Zoey."

She shoots him a grin that he thinks is her attempt at flirting, but she looks too miserable and out of it to accomplish what she wants.  

Still though, it's an adorable fail.

She bats her eyelashes at him, "hey, hot stuff, you wanna-" she breaks off into a coughing fit.

“Honey,” he sighs.

"Just ten minutes.  I just want to look at them," she says, looking at him hopefully.

He purses his lips, "okay.  Ten minutes. That's it. Don't try and weasel anymore time out of me.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

He squints at her, “I don’t believe you.”

She chuckles, which turns into a coughing fit, “I really do promise this time…ten minutes is all I can take, I think.”

A few minutes later, he’s shoving a hat over her head, and wrapping a scarf around her neck.

“Hayden, this is overkill,” she whines, voice muffled by the scarf.

“It’s not overkill,” he said, “and if you want to go walk around in the cold while you’re this sick, you’re going to be bundled up.”

*

It seems like as soon as she’s in the cold air, her coughing increases tenfold, as does Hayden’s worry.  

“Zoey.”

“I’m fine,” she croaks between coughs.

“I think we should go back inside.”

“You said I have ten minutes.”

He purses his lips, “fine. Just try not to die on me.”

They lapse into silence, but it’s clear pretty quickly that Zoey is struggling.  They’re stopped at the first house in the neighborhood, and Zoey slumps into him, suddenly too exhausted to stand up without help.  

“Hey,” he frowns, when she starts coughing again  “I know I said ten minutes…but you sound really bad.”

She tries to get out that she’s starting to feel worse, but she can’t stop coughing. She can’t even stop long enough to get in a breath.  

Hayden feels his heart pound in his chest when she begins wheezing. This is bad.  This is really bad.  

“Hayd-“ she croaks out before her lungs are trying to eject themselves from her chest again.

“Alright, we’re going to the emergency room.”

Spots are dotting her vision, and she feels him scoop her up and carry her bridal style.  She buries her face in his chest, the coughing finally having subsided.  

“I c-can’t breathe,” she wheezes, trying to take another deep breath that just triggers another coughing fit.

“I know.”

*

“Hayden, it’s not your fault,” she croaks weakly from her hospital bed before resuming coughing.

“You have fucking pneumonia, Zo,” he says, pausing briefly before resuming his pacing. “How did I not know you had pneumonia? You sound awful.”

She just shrugs, too tired from the amount of coughing she’s done.  Upon arrival at the emergency room, the doctor had her inhale deeply, and as soon as she did, it trigged a cough that would not subside.  She tried stopping for the chest x-ray, but that just made her cough harder. Her chest burns, it’s as if someone had ignited her lungs, and she feels like she’s burning from the inside out.  

She’s also exhausted from the fever that had spiked to a worrisome one hundred and four, and left her weak, achy and tired.

Hayden chews on his bottom lip, staring at her with concern etched into his features.  She looks so small in the hospital bed, which is what everybody says when describing their loved one in the hospital, but she really does.  Especially hooked up to all of the machines.  

“Will you just come lay with me?” She chokes out.  Hayden nods and climbs onto bed next to her.

“I’m so sorry, Zo.”

“About what?”

“I should have gotten you to the hospital earlier….now you’re going to be stuck in here over Christmas- oh my GOD YOU’RE GOING TO BE STUCK IN HERE OVER CHRISTMAS.”

“Hayden, shut up,” she croaks, coughing into his chest.

“I’m just really sorry.”

“It’s o-“ she breaks off coughing, and grips his shirt tightly. Hayden grimaces and rubs her back, guilt eating at the pit of his stomach.  

He has to do something to make up for this - he’s the one who got her sick in the first place, and now she was in the hospital.  

*

“Hayden?” She croaks, opening her eyes.  

“Oh you’re up! How are you feeling?” He asks, wheeling around on his heel to look at her.  

She just groans before the coughing starts up again.

He grimaces, “I wish you would have slept longer.”

“Me too,” she mumbles, eyelids drooping.

Hayden had sat up with her all night, listening to her cough and sniffle and sneeze.  She didn’t even fall asleep until two and a half hours ago, and she’s exhausted.

He walks over to her and presses his hand to her forehead, “you’re still running a fever.”

“Thought so,” she mumbles weakly, coughing harshly into the blankets.  

Hayden grimaces, each cough makes him feel even more guilty, because he can’t shake the feeling that it’s his fault she’s in the hospital.  

“I decorated your room,” he says, cupping her burning cheek.

“Huh?”

“For Christmas!”

“Oh,” she mumbles sleepily, blinking heavily.

“Do you like it?”

“Mmm,” she nods, closing her eyes.  “S’nice.”

Hayden sighs, he knows she’s too miserable and exhausted to really care, but he’s hoping she’ll start feeling better soon and they can enjoy some sort of Christmas celebration together.

*

“Zoey, wake up,” Hayden says, poking his head in the room.  When she doesn’t wake up, he walks over to her, and shakes her with one hand gently, “Zoey, wake up.”

“What do you want?” She slurs, forcing her eyes open.  The doctors had finally given her something to suppress the coughing, because she hadn’t been able to sleep for more than a few hours at a time.  

“I bought you a present.”

She squints at him, “what are you doing? Why are you holding your jacket like that?”

He opens it, revealing a tiny grey kitten, “look.”

“You…am I hallucinating, or is that a kitten?”

“It’s a kitten!” He cries happily, grinning widely at her. “He doesn’t have a name though.”

“Why…um…why did you buy a kitten?”

“Well, you’ve been wanting one…and I didn’t know what else to do…so I panicked,” he says, placing the kitten on her stomach.  

The kitten immediately lets out a tiny ‘meow’ and curls up on her stomach.  

“He’s so fucking cute, ohmigod,” she squeaks.

“You like him?”

“Yeah, duh,” she mumbles, scratching him behind the ear.

“What do you want to call him?”

“Um…I dunno…um…Toby?”

“Oooh I like that.”

“Me too,” she coughs lightly, eyelids drooping, ‘m’really tired.”

Hayden kisses her forehead, “get some sleep.”

“Hayden?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you…I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

[serendipitioustaehyung]

Runaway

collab with @rapmoniepapi

summary: you’re friends with a group of trouble makers, ‘junkies’ as the town calls you. but one day, it gets all too much.

1 , 2 , 3, 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 

"(Y/n)! Wake up!" I heard JK say, then proceeded to feel him shake me awake, "Come on! We're gonna get down to get food, and I don't wanna carry you, no offense." 

“Shhh, JK, let me carry her. She's probably tired," I heard Yoongi say. 

Jungkook was quick to comment, "That's fine with me, she might hit me if I keep waking her up."

I heard Jungkook walk off and Yoongi's footsteps get closer before I heard him talking to me, "I know that you're awake," I opened my eyes in response, "I knew it!" 

"Yeah, yeah, but my head hurts," I said, with a pout on my face, "please carry me," stretching my arms out.

"Why are you so lazy?" I heard his grumble, before picking me up bridal style and my arms immediately wrapping around him. I felt him start to walk towards the where the boys probably were. 

"Did you guys make a pit stop while I was asleep?" I whispered into his ear. 

“Yeah, surprised you didn't wake up," he said in response, us still whispering. 

"You get used to the loudness, and learn to sleep through it," I shrugged my shoulders as best as I could in this position, which must of looked funny because I felt his laugh in his chest. 

"You look like a tired koala," he told me, his chest still rumbling, and I could hear the boys talking getting louder, telling me we were pretty close to them. Yoongi put me down at the front of the fast food joint to open the door. 

“Why thank you my good sir." I sarcastically bowed, holding up an imaginary dress. 

"Yeah yeah, I'm a real Prince Charming. Now, get in." He scooted me inside. 

"Do you wanna come with me to order or go sit down?"

"I needa take a piss. Get me an egg McMuffin and a Sprite.... ooh! And some cookies please!" I answered making puppy dog eyes. 

"A piss, real classy lady," And he was on his way to the cashier. After you guys were done eating and finally picked out all the fries the boys have thrown in your hair you were on your way again. 

"Can I sleep on you while Jin drives? You're super warm," I mumbled, to which Yoongi replied with a simple, "yes," and sat me down on his lap. 

"Did I ever tell you why we left this town?" I asked him, not looking at him. 

"No, although I did tell you how I got this scar, so why don't you tell me your story?" he asked, a curiousness to his tone. 

I took a deep breath, "It started when I was 15, I started sneaking out and hanging out with the boys, which my parents hated. They started trying to ground me, or take away certain things that I needed, like my phone, my book bag, anything that I needed, gone. They started to realize that doesn't work," I stopped for a second to gather my thoughts and figure out how to say this, "they started to verbally abusing me," I felt Yoongi's arm tighten around me, "it wasn't bad at first, you know? I could ignore it and be fine, but as time went on, I couldn't ignore it anymore. I got called a slut and a whore because my best friends were guys. I got called ugly, a fuck up and so many other things that I don't even wanna think about," I took another deep breath, trying not to cry, "one day, the day that I met you for the first time, I was late coming home, and my mom immediately knew I was with the boys, and started yelling at me, and I didn't answer which made her and my dad even more pissed. My dad finally had enough to where he basically threw me into our glass door. Once I got up, I ran upstairs, and called Joon. The boys came over, Jin and Hoseok came and got me while Joon did something to my parents, i'm not sure what, but I don't care." 

A beat of silence past before Yoongi spoke up, his voice mixed with angry and curious tone, "What do you mean he did something?" 

"When he got back into the car, they're was a bunch of blood on his hands," I told him, leaning my head into his chest. 

"You know, I've really only known you for like, what, 2 days now, but I feel protective over you, it might because you remind me of my little sister, and the fact that you're younger than me. I hope you know you can talk to me," He told me, pulling me closer, and kissing my forehead. 

"Thank you, Yoongi," I told him, reaching up and kissing his cheek before settling back into his lap.

A few beats of silence passed before we heard Jin shout, "Come on! Time to go," and with that, Yoongi picked me up, and we were on the rode again.

Waking up a few hours later to see I was still in Yoongi's lap with his arms around me, it was dark outside and Jin was still driving. 

"Jin?" I questioned, my voice raspy from sleep. 

"Jesus, princess, don't scare me like that," Jin called from the front seat, his hand over his chest dramatically.

"Sorry," I said sheepishly, "I was wondering where we were." 

"We're on the other side of our hometown, so we don't run into your parents or anyone else," he told me, "plus I know a dealer out here, and JK has been begging me for weed all fucking week," he laughed. 

"I know, he's been bugging me to," I laughed out, but stopped as soon as Yoongi grumbled in his sleep, "Who's your dealer?" 

"Kwon Jiyong, or more commonly known as G-Dragon," he told me, and I let a gasp ring out.

"Wasn't he in prison for manslaughter?" I questioned. 

"Yeah, he got out a year ago," he told me, "do you not know the story?" 

"No, tell me!" I said, "I like stories, even though this one involves murder, but go on." 

"Him and Jay used to be like best friends, like through everything, but Jay fucked him over, like big time. Jay told his fiancé what he did to pay for stuff around the house and his fiancé left him. To say G got pissed, would be an understatement, they got into a fight, and G ended up stabbing Jay, out of fury, and ran," Jin told me. 

"Wait, wouldn't that be involuntary manslaughter?" I questioned. 

"Technically, yes, but since G ran, and was 18, they made it manslaughter," he responded, "G is honestly a real chill dude, he's been through some shit." 

"Haven't we all?" I grumbled. 

"I thought I was the only one who knew that story," Yoongi spoke, making me jump and Jin swerve the truck. 

"Jesus fuck, Yoongi!" I said, smacking his chest, in response, he laughed, grabbed my arms and pulled me back into his chest. 

"Calm down babygirl, I didn't mean to scare you, or you, Jin," he laughed out, "but, seriously, how do you know that story?" 

"I used to be close with G when we were kids, and when he needed me, I was there," Jin responded, a bit of edge to his voice. 

"Wait, Jin, did you help G hide from the police?" I questioned sitting up, before Yoongi pulled me back down. 

"Yeah," Jin said, the edge in his voice getting stronger, "For a few days, until he went out and got caught on his own, so the police had no knowledge of me hiding him out." 

"Damn, Jin, you're badass as fuck, I couldn't of done that," I told Jin, honestly, "Unless it was for you guys, then maybe."

It was silent after that and Jin didn't speak until we got to a set of railroad tracks that looked abandoned, and pulling near the grass and parked. 

"Either you guys can wake the boys up so we all can go, which I would prefer incase there are so people I don't trust here, or I can go by myself," Jin told us after he turned off the truck, and turned around and looked at us. Yoongi and I looked at each other and nodded, him immediately letting me up and leaned over to where Jungkook was laying over Hoseok and Jimin. I started to poke him. 

"Hey! JK! Wake up!" I semi screamed in his ear, his eyes opening. 

"What?" he grumbled, his voice raspy from sleep.

"We're getting weed, and we don't want Jin to go alone," I told him, and he immediately sat up, waking up Jimin and Hoseok, who immediately started to grumble, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jin waking up Namjoon. 

"Okay, since we're all awake. We're going to get week from Kwon Jiyong or better known as G Dragon, and Jin doesn't know if he brought people with him, so we are going as well," I spoke to which everyone nodded, and started getting out. We started walking behind Jin, him seeming to know where to go, and Hoseok threw an arm over my shoulder, walking with me side by side, as I laid my head on his shoulders. After walking for a few minutes, we saw someone standing under an old street light. 

"Seokjin?" The deep raspy voice called out, causing Jin to sigh in relief. 

"G," Jin spoke, walking up to the shadowed figure, giving him a "bro hug", and then introducing us, "This is (Y/N), Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin, Jungkook, and Y-" he was cut off my G. 

"Yoongi, it's good to see you, man. How's your sister?" G questioned, giving him a "bro hug" as well. 

"Good, I hope. She lives with my grandmother, across the country," he responded. 

“That's good, man, anyway, down to business, right?" G chuckled, "Be lucky we're friends Jin, or I would of made you pay a lot more for this." 

"That's good man, trust me, i'm paying for all of us, thanks for the price cut though," Jin responded, chuckling, grabbing his wallet, counting the money, and handing it to him. G took the money, and put it in his pocket before reaching into his jacket and pulling out 7 sandwiches sized bags filled with weed (this is a terrible description but go with it) and handed them to Jin.

"Don't smoke it all at onc-" G was cut off by someone walking on rocks, Yoongi immediately stepped in front of me, and G pulled out a knife from his jacket, causing Jin to look at him. 

"What? I'm a drug dealer, I gotta defend myself somehow," G said, looking back at Jin to which Jin just shrugged his shoulders. As the walking got closer and they came into the light, I put my hand on Yoongi's arm, and peaked out from the side, and immediately freezing up seeing who it was. 

"Mom? Dad?" My voice no bigger than a whisper.

Yoongi immediately tensed up, and said, his voice sounding angry as fuck, "those are your parents, princess?"

[selfish-ff]

03: One More Shot

Mali

“Girl, my brother said this shit supposed to be jumpin’.” Dylan hyped, bouncing in the driver’s seat.

My new roommate and I were about to head out to some house party. The last time I went out was with Olivia and that was some white fraternity party. It was chill but it wasn’t really my scene. Dylan’s brother had told her that this party was over there near Ms. Keisha’s house so I knew this was about to be live. I looked up in Dylan’s rear view mirror. I checked my baby hairs and made sure nothing was in between my teeth.

“Oh shit, I almost forgot. I brought a little something. Dig in my purse and pull out the Amsterdam.” Dylan pointed down in between my legs. I did as she said and pulled out a big ass bottle of peach Amsterdam.

“You shouldn’t be riding around here with this shit, Dylan.” I frowned.

She kissed her teeth, grabbing the bottle out of my hand and taking the bottle to the head. Her face scrunched up after removing the bottle from her lips. I laughed, cause this bitch thought she was raw.

“Here, take this shit because when I get to this party I’m tryna be fucking lit.” She passed the bottle back.

I sighed, before taking the bottle to the head as well. The shit was light weight so I removed it from my lips and shrugged. I placed the bottle in between my legs, and Dylan backed out of the dorm’s parking lot.

“Them fine ass Brook brothers are about to be in this joint, and I’m tryna fuck with Jah.” Dylan admitted.

“Who are the Brook brothers?” I questioned, she looked over at me like I was crazy.

“Jahari, Dontae, and June…Girl them niggas own the hood, and are about they business. You better get hip boo.”

I rolled my eyes at her mentioning June. I didn’t know why, but I was kind of hurt that he hadn’t text me after he had insisted that I gave him my number. I sort of felt like I was some type of side chick, when I wasn’t even messing with the nigga.

“What’s that sour face for?” She lightly shoved me, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“I had a couple run ins with June, he ain’t all that.” I replied nonchalantly because I didn’t want her to know that I was interested in him. I was known to be lowkey about my personal life and I wanted to keep it that way.

She chuckled, and twisted her lips to the side.

“You a damn lie. They are definitely all of that and more.  June gotta little piece anyways.”

I was sure that the disappointment was shown on my face. I wouldn’t have thought he was messing with someone when he was all up in my face every time he sees me. But, at the same time, I should have known. Every hood nigga has a boat load of hos that they gotta keep on their team.

“Good for him…” I spoke lowly, drinking some more of the Amsterdam.

“Yeah, I want to introduce you to my brother though. I could see ya’ll vibing.”

I didn’t know how I felt about that. I had moved down here to focus on me and my future career. I didn’t want to get caught up with some nigga. That had happened to me before and I promised myself I wouldn’t let it happen again.

So, I didn’t respond to Dylan. I think she knew she wasn’t get much out of me for the rest of the ride because she turned the music back up. I took another swig out of the bottle and placed it back down in her purse. I was hoping that this night would be one for the books.

*

“Oh shit shorty, excuse me…” I huffed, holding on tightly to Dylan’s hand.

That was the third nigga to step on my white polished toes. The house was filled with people from the bottom level all the way to the top. People were even chest to chest crowded on the stairwell. Dylan’s brother was right, this party was the place to be.

I had walked into the house nervously. I wasn’t nervous because I had never been to a house party like this. I was nervous because I didn’t know people out here like I knew people out in Atlanta.

“We needa get some drinks from out of the kitchen…” Dylan shouted over the blaring music, tugging me forward.  

Once we made it to the kitchen, Dylan grabbed two red solo cups, and handed me one. I looked down in the cup and turned my face up. Before I could even put the cup up to my lips Dylan had already downed hers. She did a shivering dance, and watched me, waiting for me to finish mine. I hesitantly took back my cup as well. I frowned down at the cup, because I knew from the taste that it was Henny. I hated Henny.

“Don’t ever make me drink that shit again…” I spat, and she laughed.

“Girl, whatever. That’s all these niggas be having. You need to get loose, you a little uptight” I rolled my eyes, and searched around the party to see if I could find June. I needed to find someone that I was familiar with.

“Damn Dyl, who is this little fine shorty right here?” I turned back around to Dylan, to see some basketball player built dude standing beside her, cheesing down at me. He licked his lips, and swiped a hand over his fade.

“That’s my new roommate, Mali! Mali this is my brother Jordan.” Dylan tossed her cup in the trash, and went off to dance with the rest.

Jordan peered down at me with a seductive look, I rubbed my arm and chuckled. He pulled me close, trapping me in between him and the island in the middle of the kitchen. He bent his head down and sniffed around me like he was a little puppy. I couldn’t help it, I busted out laughing causing him to smile. He rested his forehead on my shoulder, and battled with laughter as well.

When he stood back up, he stared down into my eyes making me weak in the knees.

“You smell good, what’s that?” He spoke loud enough that I could hear him over the music.

“Some coconut fragrance my sister bought me, I forgot the name of it.” He nodded, and looked back at the party.

“I’m feeling your vibe shorty, and I want to get to know you. But, that’s a problem cause of all this noise. You wanna kick it in my truck?”

I wasn’t going to lie and say I wasn’t interested in getting to know him. Something about Jordan was pulling me in, so much that I decided to agree.

“Yeah, that would be cool…” We both smiled at each other before he pulled me through the party and back outside.

June

“Last thing I want to do is turn out with some fucking babies!” Dontae growled, angry like always.

We had someone on our team following Jordan around. We found out that this nigga decided instead of paying what he owes us he would be out here partying. Little does he know the party is gonna end a little early tonight.

“Nigga, you were one of the first to agree that this nigga needs to disappear.”

“That didn’t mean I wanted to be helping with the disappearing act! I got other shit that I need to be dealing with.” I chuckled because I knew exactly what this nigga was talking about.

“Get out of your feelings bro. Pick one shorty and keep it pushin.” Dontae looked back at me with a mug. Here we go again.

“I’m gonna keep fucking with both. They either gonna be okay with it or they gonna be okay with it.”

“That’s some abusive shit to say, Tae.” I shook my head, and he just huffed turning back around.

“I’m feeling both though, so I couldn’t see myself choosing.”

I decided to leave the conversation at that. I knew I would have to get Dontae to understand that he couldn’t have his cake and eat it too.  But, I knew my brother.  He could only take so much criticism at a time before the nigga was bound to blow his top.

“Well, worry about all that shit after we handle this.” Jahari pulled up on the curb outside of the house party.

The party was live as fuck. We could hear the music from inside Jah’s truck. There was some good looking shorties chilling out on the lawn with some niggas I’ve seen around the way. Red solo cups all over the lawn and broken glass in the driveway from alcohol bottles.

As soon as I opened my door the smell was so loud. I smiled widely, leading the way up to the house. Everyone’s mouths were wide open, surprised to even see us show up to a function like this.  My brothers and I were real lowkey since our business was starting to expand. I couldn’t be caught dead in these little street parties when there’s money to be made.

All the bitches started flocking to us, treating us like the street royalty that we were. The niggas stepped back not saying a damn thing cause they already knew what it was.

“June, what’s up baby!” I smirked over at shorty, because I was nice when I wanted to be.

My brothers and I didn’t even have to push through the party like everybody else. They all made a path for us, parting this bitch like the red sea. I searched around to see if I could find this nigga so I could keep it pushing.

“Jahari, come here!” We looked back at shorty. Jahari walked over to her, whispering something in her ear. He was spitting his usual mack-daddy shit to her. I knew from the satisfied look on her face.  

She followed behind him as he made it back over to us.

The music stopped, and one of the little niggas that was out there selling for us stood up on the couch. I could tell the nigga was gone, the way he was rocking back and forth. I shook my head, and waited to hear what the nigga had to say.

“Ay ya’ll we got the fucking Brook brothers in this bitch! Everybody show them love!” I threw my twos up for me and my brothers while everyone made some noise for us.

We didn’t come here to party with these niggas, so we walked off while they were still going crazy.

“So, show us where your brother’s at and I’ll give you somethin in return, shorty.”

The girl chuckled stupidly.

“He’s chilling in his truck with my roommate, what ya’ll need him for?”  

“Bitch, where the fuck is the nigga!” Dontae’s inpatient ass barked at shorty, freaking her out.

She didn’t say anything else, she just walked off. I thought she was trying to run off but she had led us straight to a blue ford truck. I could see Jordan in the driver seat with a blunt to the face but because of all the cloudy smoke I couldn’t see who shorty was.

“Ya’ll better not be on some bullshit…” She spat, looking directly at Dontae. He shrugged.

I felt bad for shorty because that’s exactly what we were on, bullshit. She was about to lose someone that was close to her. At the end of the day that nigga shouldn’t be playing with his life like this. Without further conversation Dontae swung the door open. I frowned after seeing that Mali was the chick he was with in here.

“What the fuck ya’ll on?” Jordan shouted angrily, looking at all of us with a glare.

“Nah, we tryna figure out what you on bitch!” Dontae slapped the blunt out of Jordan’s mouth. It dropped down in Jordan’s lap, burning his white pants.

I couldn’t even focus on what was going on with Jordan, all my attention was on Mali.

“Aye shorty, let me holla at you…” I spoke over the commotion, and she hesitated to get out the truck but eventually did.

“What the fuck, June? That’s not a priority.” Jahari spoke up, but I ignored him and walked across the street with shorty. Them niggas could handle it without me.

“That nigga isn’t a good look…” I stood inches away from her, towering over her little frame. She looked up at me, and rolled them pretty ass eyes.

“And you are? I heard you have a whole ass girlfriend so why are you over here worried about me?” She crossed her arms to her chest, with her lips pouting out. Little mama was so fucking fine, I couldn’t help but smile. “There’s nothing to smile about, June!”

“Just looking at your cute ass makes me smile.” She blushed, and looked back at what was going on behind us. My brothers were still in Jordan’s face questioning him while his little sister was trying to be the meditator and shit. I gently pushed her attention back to me by a tap on the chin.

“Even if I did have a girl what’s that got to do with our friendship?”

“A lot actually, I’m not tryna step on anyone’s toes.” I nodded, stroking my chin hair.

“I hear you, but let me worry about my girl. I’m just tryna be a friend. I know you new out here and I wanna help with anything I can help you with.”  She shrugged, and bit down on her bottom lip. She smiled making her bottom lip pop out.

“You have my number…” She simply said before walking off to Dylan.

“I didn’t take shit from ya’ll! I put that on my fucking life!” Jordan shouted, while Dontae had a tight grip on the nigga’s collar.

“I don’t like liars, nigga!” Jahari spat, punching Jordan in the jaw making blood gush out his mouth. Dylan screamed, causing every nosy body to come out of the house.  

“Okay, niggas. This getting out of hand. Let’s go…” I said, pulling Dontae and Jahari away from Jordan.

Today was supposed to be the day Jordan met his maker. But, Dontae and Jahari were showing out which was causing a scene. We would have to catch him some other time.

**

“You ready? I’m outside…”

“Yeah, here I come…” Arielle replied.

There was a lot of rustling going on so I knew she was rushing to get all her shit together. I licked my lips and looked around shorty’s apartment complex. It was a nice little place away from the streets.

Since she was just now getting off her feet with this tattooing gig I would help her out with rent every once and a while.

She wanted us to get a place together but I wasn’t in the mindset to have a shorty up under me all the time, clocking all my moves. I was a very busy man that needed to be focus all the time. I knew having her around my living space would throw my game off. I was sure of it.

“Hey baby…” She greeted my lips with a kiss after sliding into my whip.

After she buckled up, I zoomed out of the parking lot. I had one hand on the wheel while the other stroked my goatee. The shit we were about to get into had me in deep thought. I mean it’s not like it was the first time, I’d taken her out here before. But, shit popped off during every visit made to this nigga.

“You sure you want to do this baby girl? We can get some breakfast then I can drop you off at work.” I peered over at her. She sighed, locking and dropping her phone into her lap.

“He’s my brother June…”  

“I don’t think you should keep visiting this nigga. Every time we go out here his ass is two seconds away from getting his shit peeled back. I don’t like the way he be talking to you.” I told her truthfully, clenching my jaw.

“I should be there for him since no one else in the family will. You love your brothers even when they talk shit to you. I love my brother even when he doesn’t treat me right because he hasn’t always been this way. Something happened to him down the line, and I want him to eventually feel comfortable enough to share that with me.”

I understood where she was coming from so I didn’t push it any further. But, that didn’t mean I was okay with him dogging my girl out. I knew I would end up checking this nigga down the line but not with his sister around.

I pulled up into the visitor parking lot of the penitentiary. I turned the car off, got out, and locked the doors after Ari got out as well. We walked up hand in and hand. I knew shorty needed all the support that she could get. Her palm was sweating but I wasn’t even tripping because I knew she was nervous. She was every trip.

We signed in as Aiden’s visitors, and the officer ushered us to the visitation room. Every time I came into this joint I would run into someone I knew. I had some family, and some street soldiers in here. I was a well-known nigga so I was bound to run into someone I know everywhere I go.

“I know this ain’t my little nigga, June!” I looked over at where the voice was coming from, I smiled big.

It was my grandmother’s brother, the nigga that helped me and my brothers jump start in the streets. I brought Arielle with me over to him. She needed to be with me during the whole time we were here. I didn’t trust none of these niggas up in here.

“What’s up man, how you holding up?” I questioned, bringing my uncle into a brotherly hug.

“Man, I’m just tryna survive. I got two more years left. You got something for the old man to do when he get out?”

“Now Unc, you know that we got something for you. If It wasn’t for you, none of this shit would be the way it is.” He nodded, and then looked over at Arielle with a knowing smile.

“Who is this young lady?” I looked over at Arielle, as she looked around nervously. I tugged her hand a little and she looked between the two of us.

“This my girl Arielle. Babe, this the uncle I was talking to you about.” She smiled wide as hell.

“It is so nice to meet you, sir. June and his brothers talk about you all the time.”

“These little niggas are my everything. Please keep this youngin’ out of trouble, honey.” She nodded, and hooked her arm around my waist. I kissed her temple.

“Arielle, I thought you were visiting my ass what the fuck you talking to that old ass bag of dust for?” I growled at the sound of that bitch nigga’s voice. I felt my temper building from the fact that this nigga was referring to my blood.

I turned around quick, about to haul off towards that nigga but Arielle pulled my arm with all her strength.

“You need to watch who the fuck you talking about, nigga! I don’t play with mine at all!” I barked to him. The guards around were walking over to us.

“Baby, calm down…” Arielle said softly, stroking my arm.

“Listen to your lady, June. I’m good, that young man gets enough shit up in here anyways.” Arielle looked at my Uncle confused. I snatched out of Arielle’s grip, and covered my face with my hands. I was trying my best not to get in this nigga’s ass.

“Arielle, I don’t think I can go over there with you today, shorty.” I looked down at her apologetically, and she pouted.

“You promised June…Please just ignore him, I can’t do this without you.” I huffed, and said okay. I said my goodbyes to my Uncle and walked over to Aiden with Arielle.

As soon as we sat down in front of him he had a smirk on his face. I wanted to shoot the shit off his face.

“How are you, Aiden?” Arielle started.

“How the fuck you think I’m doing? Don’t come in here with them stupid ass questions you be having.”

“What the fuck did I just say to your bitch ass?” I gritted through my teeth and jumped towards this nigga. He flinched, and cleared his throat,

“I’m aight, Arielle. Why you always bringing him in here when he obviously hates my ass?”

“Cause I’m her nigga, and I’m gonna always make sure she’s good. Next conversation.”

“Baby, it’s okay I can speak for myself. Thank you though…” Arielle gently rested her hand on my face. I nodded and looked around the room before giving Aiden my attention again.

Aiden rolled his eyes, and sat back in his chair.

“Mama said she’s gonna come visit you soon with Kelsey. Your baby girl is getting so big, Aiden.” Arielle cooed.

“Nah, don’t let Kelsey come in here seeing me like this. And fuck mama tell her ass that she’s dead to me. She’s the reason I’m in this bitch.” Arielle huffed, looked down at her folded hands. I tapped my foot getting even more irritated with this visit as the time went by.

“Aiden, you shot and raped your girlfriend. That’s really fucked up, and what mama did needed to be done. You need this because the shit you’ve been doing isn’t okay. I want to be on your side but you just keep fucking up. Don’t you want to do better for your daughter?” Arielle questioned with irritation in her tone.

“Man fuck this…” He spat, before pushing himself out the chair and walking back to the guard in the back. They cuffed him again, and walked him back to his cell.

Arielle was next to me bawling. I helped her stand up, and held her while we walked out the visitation room. I felt bad because shorty really put her family in the middle of her heart and nobody gave her the same love. That’s why I gave her so much love, because shorty needed that from somebody.

Mali

I had just got out of my psychology class and was about to meet up with Dylan for lunch when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I took my phone out and smiled down at the message.

Jordan: I’m sorry about what happened the other night, them niggas always on my back. Let’s meet up for lunch tomorrow?

I typed a quick message to let him know I was down for that idea.

Jordan was a cool dude to hang with. I don’t think I could see myself dating him. He was fine and very charismatic. But, I could tell that he was one of them niggas that be fucking around. I saw that a lot of women were blowing his line up when we were in his truck . I didn’t want any parts of that.

I walked into our student union in search for Dylan.

When I saw her sitting down at one of the tables on Facetime. I walked up to the table, and sat in the chair. She moved the phone from her face.

“I think I’m about to get Chik-Fil-A…But, I’m wrapping up my conversation with Jah.” She smiled wide.

My eyes bulged out at the fact that she was chatting it up with the guy that had punched the shit out of her brother. This girl was really something else. I knew Jordan wouldn’t be happy if he knew she was chatting it up with him.

“Okay, come over later… Yeah, you can bring June.” She spoked into her earphones.

I gasped, and motioned for her to cut that idea out. She chuckled, and shook her head before saying goodbye to him.

“Why did you invite them over, Dylan?” I spoke angrily.

“He’s probably not even gonna come. Calm down. Jah was just messing around because he knew you were at the table.” I let out a breath of relief

We both got up and headed towards Chik-Fil-A. We talked a little about the classes we had today, and about some poetry event that was coming up in a couple days. Dylan swore she was going to perform, and I was excited. She had some good quality work that could be shared.

“So, you and Jah are a thing now?” I asked, while we waited for out orders. She shrugged, and smirked.

“I don’t know…I told you my goal is to fuck with him. I think I’m just gonna fuck him and boot him. Whenever I say I’m tryna do something, I’m determined to do it.”

I thought that was a silly way to think of things, because he had literally threatened her brother’s life. But, I guess not everyone thought the same about things.

“What did June say when he pulled you to the side? If his girl knew he did that she would blow up the entire city. She love’s that nigga’s dirty drawers.”

We both got our food, and headed back to the table we were sitting at before.

“He just said he wanted to show me around because he knows I’m new to the city.” Dylan busted out laughing, and started coughing from how hard she was laughing.

“That’s some head ass shit to say!” I chuckled, thinking the same thing.

“I’m not a homewrecker, so I don’t plan on starting anything with him.”

“Yeah, you don’t plan on it but things can definitely change.” I shook my head, I couldn’t see myself being a side-chick. I was aware of my self-worth and being someone’s second thought was not it.

“I doubt it…” I said lowly while I looked down at the message my sister text me asking me to watch my niece tonight. She was meeting up with some guy about opening another tattoo shop in Westlake.

I agreed, since I wasn’t doing anything else for the day.

[existentialnut]

bpd

nothing as ever made more sense in my life. i know that this is what i have. i am going to therapy soon to confirm. i have struggled so long with who i am & my relationships with friends & signifcant others. everything i’ve been through has only made it worse. this has been with me for as long as i remember. one minute i love myself, the next i can’t stand myself. one minute i believe i could love someone & the next i am disgusted at the thought of soulmates. commitment scares me, but does it? or am i afraid someone will leave me for someone better? i have never been in a relationship where the feelings where at an equalibrium: either i loved too hard & they didn’t love at all or they loved too hard & i didn’t love at all. even in friendships, i find myself always thinking about my gain out of everything. i just can’t stop it. i’m constantly thinking about how i look to others (especially others that aren’t even in my life anymore that i wish were). i want to prove i’m doing better even if i’m not. i want to get a significant other just to prove to my “ex” that i didn’t even date that i can move on from him, but can i? my motives are so out of whack. i don’t do anything out of genuinity. i do it for personal gain. i’m narcissistic, but i also am very insecure so i don’t let anyone too close. i manipulate people without even knowing. i have black-and-white thinking. either i am completely healthy, eating well & working out or i am eating like shit & binge eating & being lazy. i can never find the happy medium. i also think about my calories way too much now & constantly beat myself up even if i want to eat a fuckin mini donut even if i didn’t eat the whole day before. i feel like i yearn to control something, because i can’t control how i am going to feel next. i lost a best friend due to my impulsive actions with a boy who was my abuser but also my fp. i fell in love with him (stupidly) & let him take up all of my attention & thoughts. i was obsessed with the thought that me & him could be something as he said we could. he ended up being embarrassed to be with me so now i am extremely insecure about how i dress and my haircut even tho i say i’m not. some days i want to grow my hair & other days i dont. some days i want to wear boy clothes & some days i want to wear girl clothes. i change every single day. it’s so exhausting because i always feel like i have to explain myself to everyone. i just feel like i have the ability to modify myself in whichever way. it’s so bizarre, & extremely hard to explain. i just really wrote this out so i can remember what to talk about in therapy. i don’t want to seem like i am diagnosing myself but fuck. it’s clear as day what the fuck is going on. it’s not like i have bipolar 1 where my manic lasts up to 2 weeks & then a depressive episode lasts for 2 weeks after that. my mood changes multiple times a day. i go from happy to sad to angry as fuck to fine to numb. it’s so exhausting dude. i needa get some help.

[crystal-ketamine]

A short luv story

Yo a few nights ago I had some movie type shit happen to me I needa tell someone this the only kinda place for this tho. I hungout with this boy I kinda like and he helped me pack up my things from my apartment cuz I'm moving out then we fucked on my bare mattress n then we left and went and smoked and got drunk on the beach while listening to music. Then we fucked on the beach like on the sand shit was tite and it got kinda late but I really didn't wanna go home or go anywhere so we fell asleep together on the beach but woke up at 4am to the rain so we left with sand all in our underwears n all over our face n went to Denny's by the wharf. We didn't really eat that much we just wanted to fuck in the bathroom so we fucked in the women's restroom n twice someone walked in we had to stop until they were done going pee lmaoo. By then it was like 7am so we walked along the pier and listened to music some more and made all the old tourists uncomfortable by making out on the bench by the water. He's so sweet he really just stayed with me the whole next day cuz I wasn't ready to leave. We took the bus to haight street and went to the park and held hands real cute type Shit. I was sad when he had to go to work but I knew this couldn't last forever. I feel bad too cuz I don't wanna break his heart but I'm also in love with another boy that cheated on me it's so fucked. I can't stop thinking about him all the time even tho he's a piece of shit. I kinda just am not in the place in my life to even be dating anyone at all idk what I'm doing /: the end.

[holygayrightsbatman]

Wondering When Lingered Lips: Chapter 4

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chapter summery:

peter goes out to find deadpool but forgets something incredibly vital

Peter zipped around city searching for the new maybe-superhero (only getting getting distracted periodically by the near constant crimes that seem the plague New York.) It didn't take too long to find the mercenary though, it was honestly quite hard not find him even if you didn't have super hearing. The man was just that loud. Peter found him flirting with a Mexican food truck owner aka bothering him a whole lot and making him lose a lot of customers. Pitying the man, Peter decided to intervene.

Swinging his way over to Deadpool and gracefully landing next him he awkwardly said. "Um, hey Deadpool?"

Deadpool turned around quickly and pulled the boy into a bone crushing hug. "Spidey!" He exclaimed. Even through his mask Peter could clearly see the man was grinning.

Peter twisted his way out of Deadpool's bear hug and laughed uncomfortably. "So, uh, whatcha' eating?"

Deadpool happily pointed at each item of food he was holding in his arms. "Chimichanga, temale, empanada, quesadilla and a big ol' can of coke to wash it all down."

"All for youself?" Peter giggled.

"Of course, babyboy! A growing boy like me needs all the food he can get." He punctuated by patting his stomach.

Even though Peter had just ate his powers gave him and incredible hunger and he was already getting hungry. "Wanna go somewhere and eat?"

Deadpool flinched. "Um, uh... I was just going to put the food in my fridge for later... yeah that's what I was gonna do." And ironically to add to his obvious lie, his stomach decided that that exact moment was the best one to rumble. Deadpool grimaced.

"Yeah... sure..." Peter really wasn't sure why Deadpool would lie about that. He just couldn't see why. Maybe he had some kind of thing about eating around other people? Although Deadpool really didn't seem like the kind of guy to have an eating disorder considering just how muscular the man was. Then again he couldn't judge someone just on how they look. Peter definetly had his own problems that couldn't been seen at just a glace so he decided not to confront him on it.

Speaking of problems a sharp pain shot through Peter's chest. He had totally forgot about his binder. He'd been wearing it since he got ready for school that morning at six o'clock and it was now almost midnight. Fuck. Peter gripped his chest and exhaled painfully.

Deadpool reached out for him with his free hand, gently holding his upper arm. "Whoa, you okay?"

"I'm-I'm" Peter tried to speak through the pain. "I'm okay."

"No you're not, here come with me." He began walking off in the direction of an alleyway, dragging Peter along by his arm.

Peter couldn't even stop him, it hurt too much to even breathe at that moment. Deadpool brought them into an empty alleyway and helped Peter lean himself against the wall.

"What's wrong? Can you breathe properly?" Deadpool questioned, genuinely concerned.

Peter just shook his head. Speaking hurt too much.

"Does his happen often? Is there something I can do?" He asked.

He honestly wasn't ready to come out to him. Well he was had been sure up until that moment that he'd never have to come out to Deadpool, the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. With Deadpool being a superpowered immortal ex-mercenary Peter was sure that he could kill him easily. This was even more terrifying then when Flash had outed him to Wade. The worst that probably would of happened was that Wade could of began calling him transphobic remarks or bullied him, but now this was a real threat. I could die tonight, he thought. He was so afraid he couldn't move. He could feel a panic attack coming on. His breathing got faster and faster, tears burning in his eyes. The pain only got worse at that which only made him panic more, feeding the vicious cycle. He doubled over in pain and let out an involuntary sob, it was too late he couldn't stop the tears now. His legs gave out underneath him, sliding down the wall.

"Holy shit! Are you having panic attack? Holy shit you're having a panic attack. Spiderman is having a panic attack. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." Deadpool ranted, starting to become panicked himself. "Okay, okay breathe dude. Oh fuck! You can't breathe, that's why we came here. Stupid Deadpool!" He smacked himself in the head.

"Try to-try to calm down? Fuck, no that won't work you can't just calm down on command. Seriously dude, what's wrong please tell me?" Deadpool seemed to be genuinely worried about him and at this Peter was in so much pain he was sure that if he didn't take his binder off soon he might pass out.

"B-binder." Peter squeaked out.

"Gesundheit?" Deadpool questioned confused.

Peter squeezed his eyes shut tight. "I'm-I'm wearing a binder, thats why it h-hurts."

Deadpool was quiet for second, a first for any time Peter had been around him and this was honestly more concerning then any dark or threatening thing he had ever said before. "You do all that acrobatic shit in a binder? Dude! That is so unsafe! I mean I can't really say anything about safety but still, you shouldn't do that." He sat down next to the other boy, placing a gentle, caring hand on his shoulder.

Peter turned his head to look at Deadpool, all his worries dissipating away. "You don't mind?"

"'Don't mind?' Uh, yeah I definetly mind that you wear a binder while crimefighting, have you been listening to anything I've been saying?"

Peter smiled slightly. "No, I mean you don't mind me being trans?"

Deadpool gave him an offended look. "Why the ever loving Judy Garland fuck would I care about that? Dude like being trans and being yourself thats like the bravest shit ever. You're even cooler in my book now and trust me I thought you were already the greatest guy in existence. Plus like, two of the closest people in my life are both trans."

Peter looked down shyly. "Thank you Deapool, that actually means a lot..." And then of course just to ruin their lovely heart-to-heart the pain in Peter's chest just had to come right back. He doubled over again. "Oh Fuck."

"Shit, I forgot you were in pain! Damn you should probably go home, dude. You needa take that off as soon as possible." Deadpool helped Peter to his feet. "Oh hey I got an idea, how about you give me your number so you can text me when you get home and I can know you're okay." He said already pulling his phone out of seemingly nowhere.

"Yeah okay, seems like a good idea." Peter began telling him his number and when he was done Deadpool gave him the most confused and shocked look he could through a mask. "Uhhhhhh it says I already have your number? Peter?"

The bottom fell out of Peter's stomach. "Wha-what?" His mind raced trying to think everyone he knew that could possibly be the Merc. Who did he know who was over 6ft tall, very muscular, had a slight Canadian accent and a strange sense of humor?

"Wade?"