#sometimes gotta talk deep shit yo

[heartfullofleeches]

"Yo, V- Think we're out of ice."

"Check that deep freezer my parents sent, I just kinda throw shit in there sometimes so......"

Eyes glued to their computer monitor, the brief flash of your reflection in the screen paused V in his tracks. Taking a painfully slow amount of time to remove his headphones, your partner turns in his chair to face you with that same unhurried pace in tow.

"Are you wearing my fucking underwear?"

Sipping from your glass of room temperature juice, you sluggishly hook the elastic band of the boxers higher up your waist - swallowing as you mutter a quiet- "Yeah, so? You haven't let me leave to get more clothes and I had to put on something while the ones I had on are in the wash. Good thing I had this shirt in my bag. You steal my clothes all the time anyway so you probably put wear them while I'm out too."

V stares at you with eyes you could only describe as a starving carnivore having found its dinner.

"You do wear the clothes I leave over here... Right?"

V blinks - the train of depravity chugging through his mind broken by the sound of your voice. Body facing the computer once more, the image of your bare thighs draws him back like a siren's call- V shakes his head as he pulls away from the sight, dropping their voice down to a whisper as they pick up their headphones.

"I gotta go. I don't give a damn about how important this match is to you- Until your partner is standing half naked in your doorway don't fucking talk to me about what's important."

Stirring your straw around your cup, the rustling of fabric goes unnoted as an idea crosses your mind. "We have some strawberries in the fridge... Should throw those in the freezer for an hour if I can't find the ice."

"Here."

Looking up, a topless V extends their fist tightly balled around the collar of his crumpled tee shirt. He pats his lap, scooting as far back in their chair as physical possible to make room.

"What's that for?"

"Either you put my shirt and sit in my lap or you take my boxers off and wait for your clothes to dry."

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

MODERN!ANAKIN SKYWALKER who's got a bit of a situationship with you. It's not like him, he's very new to it all and its rules, which means some key details get lost in translation with him. For most, the "talking" stage consists of the ability to still see other people during, keeping your options open so to speak. For Anakin, he expects a sort of unspoken faithfulness he had no reason to define until now.

Now, as he stares at two words. "she's busy." A text he's been deliberating over for an inappropriate amount of time. What could possess another person to answer your texts for you? A glance to your contact name confirms it, just in case he was losing his mind. He kinda wishes he was. He taps your name, and calls you. Three rings. An answer on the other line, that is most certainly not you, invades his ears.

"Yo," the deep voice says and Anakin doesn't say a word as he hangs up. Without a second thought, he pulls up your Snap Map which you've stupidly left on. You do that a lot. Sometimes he checks on you only to see what you're up to. Some days he watches your little Bitmoji happy on it's map at that little cafe you like, and he calls you to see if you'll tell him the truth of where you are.

He gets in his car, and tracks you down.

His fingers drum against the steering wheel, just like his fist drums against the front door when he gets there. It shakes the whole fucking house. He takes a step back, resting his hands on his hips, and his tongue forms over his upper lip.

The door opens, and he comes face to face with the guy he presumes texted him, and answered the phone. This is his place. "Can I help you?" he questions with an attitude Anakin doesn't fucking care for at all.

"I don't wanna talk to you, I wanna talk to her." Blunt as ever, Anakin comes off as unstable to your companion, who obviously bucks up in your defense.

"The fuck? No. What do you think this is?" he responds, and the escalation of raising voices causes you to recognize who your friend is talking to. So you come downstairs, and see that familiar head of golden curly hair.

"Anakin?" you question in disbelief, slowing your descent down the stairs. At your arrival, Anakin's attention completely shifts onto you.

"Hey." He nods up. "We need to talk." His finger points to the space in front of him, as if calling you over like a dog. Oddly and subconsciously compelled, you make your way closer to him. Your friend's arm rests on the door frame, cutting in between you two. Apparently he didn’t want Anakin slipping inside. You only notice how much taller he is compared to your friend. If he wanted to, he’d put him on his ass with a well-placed one-handed push. You try not to think about that now as you approach, standing directly behind your friend’s elbow.

“What the hell are you doing here?” At the end of your sentence, Anakin’s massive hand snatches your upper arm, and your friend goes to separate the two of you with a commotion of “woah, woah!” You appease him, tell him it’s alright, that you’ve gotta take care of this, and allow yourself to be drawn away from the door step and closer to the street.

Once he has you where he wants you, he releases you, and you jostle from the loss of support. That hand wipes down his face, the most irritable you’ve ever seen him, and he gestures to you as he steps closer, “If you’re pulling this shit, let’s just call it.” he tells you, dismissing entirely the existence of the man who owns this house.

The crease in your brows deepen. “I don’t know what you’re talking about—“

“You do, and if I’m competing with other guys I don’t want any fucking part in it.” The towering figure before you stoops to get eye level with you, “Either get smart or fuck off, alright?” You hate to say that his low voice sends shivers down your spine.

His direct ultimatum makes you indignantly blink at him, taken aback at his sheer tenacity as you weigh out the options. He doesn’t give you enough time, scoffing at you, and turning his back on you. As if he could be so bold as to expect to be the only one you’re talking to, expect to treat you this way.

And yet, somehow, you end up back at his place. Impossibly fat cock driving into your insides as he picks you up by your hips into his thrusts. Knelt onto the bed, he rocks forward, while your cervix is getting bruised into submission. You squirm, arching your back off the bed with your pretty legs stuck straight into the air. “Who’s fucking pussy is this, huh? Who’s fucking pussy is this?” Skin smacks skin, harder than before. His tongue forms over his upper lip, brows pinched in focus as he fucks you like he means to beat you into the shape of his dick.

You don’t even hesitate. “Yours!” You whimper. “Yours, Ani, all yours.” You’re lifted almost entirely off the mattress, he straps his hands over your thighs to keep your ass pinned to his abs that sheen with sweat. Cunt stuffed to the brim as he relentlessly bullies it, creating an empty fucking vacuum that screams at you every time he pulls out. You really are fucking obsessed with this entitled behemoth of a man and what he can do to your body in a few strokes.

“That’s fucking right, baby, and don’t you forget it.”

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: Was feeling a little psycho at work so I started this on Friday and brought it home to finish. Also, this might be my life now. I haven’t written anything but that blip whenever about Takemichi HC’s. It could also not be permanent? I’ve got about a month left of training before they release me into the wilds of working at D.H.H.S. So maybe after I’m out there, I’ll chill a bit and write more. But until then, I sincerely apologize for how long the shit I’ve written lately is. 

C/W ::: Baji x (.Calmly.)Obsessed F.reader (sorta? She has admired him from afar for way too long. You know that feeling you get when you like someone and you've kept it to yourself the WHOLE time and you feel like you're going to go absolutely fucking nutzo if you don't tell someone? Yes. It's exactly like that. Enjoy bby burbs!

WC ::: 3,303 (10 pages - give or take an inch? - on G-Docs)

MDNI under the cut. Please and thank you.

You watched his hands move across his thighs and the jealousy that bubbled up in your gut because they weren't your hands caught you completely off guard.

You were obsessed with Baji.

Obsessed.

Like, to the point where your friends had started to notice and you could barely hold a conversation with anyone when he was around. You'd taken to hiding in the shadows and watching him from afar. But not in a creepy way. You just really, really liked him. And you had never found a good way to approach him and let him know. So you watch. You watched from a spot where you thought no one could see you seeing him.

And if you're being honest with yourself, it drove you wild how his lips got to sit there, like smug little assholes, right next to each other. Against each other. All. Of. The. Time.

The unfairness of this was unbelievable.

He doesn't know the luck he has, getting to be in his own skin. That he gets to be with himself 24/7, 365. Day and night. Dressed and undressed. Wet or dry.

It's absolute bullshit.

And you're starting to think it's time you do something about it.

But what? You've never said a word to him. What would you even say?

The question haunts you as you watch him talk with his friends. His eyes light up and his smile is so fucking cute. And the way his hair falls in his face sometimes? God, it's so perfect.

"Hey, you okay?" your friend asks, leaning over and snapping her fingers in your face. "You look a little..."

"I'm fine," you say sharply, trying to shake off the haze of Baji's face that had hypnotized you.

What was it about him that had you so transfixed?

WHY was he the bulls eye on which you honed in?

You've had crushes before, but none have ever been like this. You can't stop thinking about him. Can't stop imagining what it would be like to touch him, to kiss him, to make him yours. To let yourself be his.

"I gotta go," you told your friend. "I'll ... later. I'll talk to you later." They looked up at you as you walked away from the table you were sitting at and knew you were up to no good by the expression on your face.

They mumbled something as you left. Something like "Don't do anything stupid" or "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." But you really didn't care.

You were on a mission now.

You were going to tell Keisuke Baji how you feel.

Right now.

You found him sitting alone on a bench outside the school, scribbling something down in a notebook. He seemed to be in his own world.

Perfect.

You walked over and stood beside him, trying not to stare too hard. Trying not to make it so obvious that you were practically drooling over him.

"Hey," you said, feeling your heart race like it's never raced before. "Can I talk to you about something?"

He looked up at you and smiled, gesturing for you to sit next to him.

You took a deep breath and just said it.

"Hi, Baji. So - oh, th-thanks for letting me sit here with you. Um, I don't know how to really get into this. So I'm just going to dive head first and hope I don't hit the bottom. Ok. Here ... here - here I go."

You took a deep breath and shook your hands at your sides. It was not discreet. But Baji was looking you in the eye and you were hoping he didn't notice your outwardly expressed nerves.

"Ok. Pfffooo. I ... I like you. I've liked you for ages now. And ... and I don't know what else to do because I go crazy every time I see you and I can't be with you. I want to be with you, Baji. You're so beautiful and I just want to lay next to you for hours and talk about the most mundane shit you could ever imagine. I mean, it doesn't all have to be mundane. We can talk about exciting things, too. I just ... ugh, fuck. I don't know. I just need to be with you. Does that make sense? Fuck. I'm sorry to dump this on you all at once. But I seriously can't take another second of carrying this around on my own."

He laughed.

HE LAUGHED.

"What the fuck is so funny?" You yelled.

Baji reached up and pulled his ear buds from his ears. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear a word you said. Mind repeatin' that for me?"

You felt your entire body deflate. Your hopes and dreams and fantasies and everything that you had been building up to just crumbled to the ground and splattered all over the sidewalk right in front of you.

You shook your head and stood up. "Ffffffucking kidding me RIGHT NOW?!" you screamed, pointing your finger in his face. "You're really going to make me do this again? You fucking asshole!"

Baji looked genuinely confused and a little frightened. He's used to men - large men - being pissed at him. Used to them throwing punches and calling him names. But you, a sweet-looking, chubby (and dare he say, pretty sexy) girl getting in his face like this was something he'd not experienced too often.

He was kind of enjoying it.

"Fuck, Baji!" you said, trying to hold back tears. "Why did you have to go and do that?" You stormed off and left him sitting there. Completely and utterly stupefied.

"The fuck did ... what the fuck just happened?" He stood and looked around to see if anyone else had caught the scene that just unfolded. He didn't see anyone that could help him out here.

Baji began to walk after you into the forest across the street from the school. "Hey! W-wait up! What the fuck was that all about!? Goddamn it, y/n. Stop!" He called out to you.

You stopped. "You ... you know my name?" You were already on the verge of crying again. That was the last thing you needed. Well, short of him telling you to fuck off and never speak to him again.

"Huh? Of course I know your fucking name. Jesus. It's not that big a school."

You turned around and faced him, eyes still wet with tears. "Really? That's the only way you know my name? Nice. Because you've never talked to me before today. And now you're standing here, calling me by my name."

Baji rubbed his face a few times, groaning into his hands. "That ... oh my god. That's not the only way I know you name. And that literally means nothing."

"It means you know who I am. It means you've thought about me. It means you've noticed me, Baji."

He rolled his eyes and tried not to smile. "Don't go making it into something it's not. I've noticed you. But that's all. I just ... you seem interesting. That's it. Nothing more."

"Really?"

He shrugged. "Yep."

"Well, I'm sorry for dumping all that on you just now," you said, wiping your tears away. "Even though you didn't hear a fucking word I said to you."

"Don't go assumin' shit. Heard plenty. An' what I didn' hear, I read your lips when you were screamin' at me. You're kinda crazy, you know that?" He chuckled.

"Don't laugh at me, asshole." You said.

"I'll laugh at whatever the fuck I want to laugh at, you shit." He smirked at you.

And god. Your pussy clenched when he spoke to you like that. How could one man have the key to your whole world. How could he have the power to make you melt with just a few words and a look?

"So, you wanna hang out or somethin'?" He asked. "Seems like you've got a lot of thoughts and shit to talk about. What're ya doin' righ' now?"

You bit your lip, trying to hide your smile. "N- I'm not doing anything right now. You want to ... hang out?"

"Sure, I mean. If you're cool with it. We can grab a bite. I like biting - bites - fuck! Food. I mean food."

You blushed. "I like bites, too."

"Oh yeh? What's your favorite, um, where's your favorite place to get ... a bite?" He asked, his voice getting low and heavy with darkness. He took a couple of steps toward you and tucked his hair behind his ears.

The smile gracing your pretty face had fallen into some abyss of horny. The depths of which you'd never known. And you wanted to delve deeper. You wanted to delve deeper with him.

"Baji, I-"

"I know what kin'uh bites you're talkin' about, y/n. It's written all over your face." He took another couple of steps toward you, almost closing the gap that remained there between your body and his.

You couldn't believe this was happening. Baji. The guy you had been obsessing about crushing on for months was standing in front of you, saying all the right things, giving you all the right looks.

"I think we should do something about it," he continued, his eyes scanning your face with a determination no one had ever looked at you with before. "'M fucking hungry as fuck, right now. What 'bout you?"

You gulped, trying to steady yourself. You weren't sure what to say. Your head was spinning, your heart was racing, and your cunt was throbbing. But you managed to nod and say, "Yeah. H-hungry. T-too."

He took your hand and led you out of the forest, away from the school and toward his bike. "Let's go somewhere ... somewhere we can be alone." He said, looking back at you with his patent-pending 'Baji grin.'

You nodded again, unable to form any more words because it's hard to talk when you're heart is about to beat out of your throat.

He handed you his helmet and helped you climb onto the back of his bike. "Hold on tight. 'M in a hurry, so, not gonna go slow. Got it?"

You wrapped your arms around his perfectly tapered waist and dug your fingertips into his hard abs. "Got it." You said.

He sped off into the street, weaving in and out of traffic like a pro. You closed your eyes and just held on, feeling the wind whipping against your skin. Feeling his back against your chest. It was like a dream. The kind where you're flying. It was exhilarating. It was the perfect piece to finish out what had been an incredibly frustrating day.

And soon enough, you found yourself in a secluded spot overlooking the city. It was beautiful and serene, and you had never felt more alive (or at peace).

Baji leaned back on the grass and patted the spot next to him. "C'mere."

You laid down next to him and stared up at the sky. "So, what are we doing out here?" You laughed, "I thought we were going to get a bite"

He shook his head, "Well, you're gonna get a bite. Several probably. But you just let me worry about that, doll." He reached out for your hand and laced his fingers with yours. "You know, I've noticed you for a long time too. An' I thought you were the prettiest girl. But I never found a good way to talk to you, ya know?"

You sighed, "I understand. It's hard to just ... walk up to someone and say, 'Hey, I like you.'"

"You did, though."

Rolling your eyes, you corrected him, "No, I screamed it at you, more or less."

He smiled, "Yeah. fair 'nuff. I ain't worried 'bout it though. Least ya told me what you're thinking." He paused and glanced over at you, "You wanna know what I'm thinking?"

You nodded.

"Well, I think you're sexy as hell. An' I wanna kiss the fuck out of you."

"You've got some nerve."

He looked confused, "Wha- some nerve? How the fuck so?"

You leaned in close to his face and said, "Taking this long to do anything about it."

His brow unfurrowed. That signature smile he has returned. And all bets were off.

Baji grabbed you up into his arms and pulled you onto his lap. His lips met yours and you felt like you were in heaven. He tasted sweet and a little smoky and it was driving you wild.

His cologne was filling your senses. You felt heady. You felt so high and it was not any time soon that you wanted to come down from this with him.

"God, I've wanted to do this for so fucking long," he groaned as he nibbled on your bottom lip.

"You?! You've wanted this for so long? Have you not seen me -" you started.

And he finished your sentence, "in the dark recesses of the school? F'k yeh I've seen you. It's fucking hot that you're following me 'round. Spyin' on me 'n shit. I started leavin' my curtains open for you. I kinda hoped you'd come 'round my apartment building s'I could give ya a show. But ya never did."

Your face turned a bright shade of red, "I wasn't ... spying on you. I was just ... admiring you from afar. Closely ... from a-afar. Shut up."

He chuckled, "Same fuckin' thing. An' I'm glad you did. Cuz now, we're here. 'N I get to do this," he pulled you closer to his chest and kissed you again. His tongue moved across your lips and you opened up for him. You felt his hands move up your back and tangle themselves in your hair, pulling it back. Exposing your neck to him.

Baji bit down on your neck and you gasped, "Fuck, Baji! That's - feels - hoh fuck!"

He licked and sucked on your neck, doing little to ease the sting of the imprint of his perfect teeth. But you loved how it felt. He continued kissing you, leaving a trail of wetness from your collarbone to your earlobe. You moaned loudly and he smiled against your skin. "That's it. Wanna hear you make those pretty sounds f'me."

His hands wandered down to the zipper of your jeans and pushed them down over your ass, exposing your panties. "Let's see what you got goin' on down there, y/n."

"Mm, well, Baj' ..." You lifted your hips up and let him pull your pants off, along with your shoes and socks.

"Don't tell me you're embarrassed," he said, smirking up at you. "Don't you know how fucking hot you are?"

You shook your head, "Nope - not really, no." You shrugged.

"Well, lemme show you, then," he said, moving his hand up your thigh and sliding it under your panties. He rubbed his fingers against your slit and you bucked your hips forward. "That's it, baby. Like that? Course you like that. Fuck, you're so wet already."

Baji pulled your panties down and put them in his coat pocket. "For later, when 'm all alone in my room."

You moaned again and he spread your legs wide, "Can't wait to taste you, y/n. Been dreaming about it for so fucking long."

"YOU'VE been dreaming about this for so long? Have you fucking met me?" You were only half kidding. Because you'd been on one about Baji for nearly the whole school year, accounting for the last 8 months of your life. Your time. In school and especially out. This was a fucking dream come true for you.

"Yeah, yeah. Now shut up and let me eat you out. Please?" He looked up at you with puppy dog eyes and you nodded.

"Please."

He grinned and lowered his head between your legs, his tongue darting out to lick your clit. You moaned loudly and gripped his long, dark hair, pulling it hard. "Oh fuck! Baji!"

He lapped at your cunt like his life depended on it, laving and licking and sucking your pussy.

Your hips took on a mind of their own, moving in a way that you've never experienced. You're not sure if it was Baji or if it was you determining your physical articulations.

You're no virgin. But the people you've been with have never made you feel the way Baji is making you feel.

And he's barely touched you.

Yet.

"I'm ... oh god ... I'm gonna cum, Baji. Don't stop! Please ... don't fucking stop!"

He sucked on your clit and you felt yourself let go. You came all over his face, drenching him in your juices. And he didn't seem to mind one bit.

"Fuck, y/n ... hot as hell."

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him up to you, kissing him deeply. As he lowered his body down against yours, you could feel his cock. Hard and bated in his clothing.

You thanked every God you could think of in that moment that he wasn't wearing jeans today. This was so much better.

You reached down and untied his pants, pulling his cock out of his boxers. He groaned and you looked up at him, "I need you inside me. Please. Baji. Fuck me."

He nodded, "Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna fuck you so good, y/n. So hard you won't be able to take a single step tomorrow without cursing my name under your breath and your pussy clenching up around nothing when you think about how fuckin' good this dick felt."

And he did. He fucked you in the grass, under the stars, where anyone could see you.

Baji was unpredictable in his movements but potent in his execution. He kept you poised for almost anything. If you'd been standing, you'd have been on your toes the whole time. Literally and metaphorically.

He felt so good, dragging his cock in and out of your dripping hole. You were moaning so loudly that it egged him on. Driving that intense desire deep within him to show itself in the cool night air.

"I feel you. Gettin' tighter f'me. Fuckin' feel so good, doll. Fuck. Keep that up 'n I migh' jus' cum with ya. You wan' me t'fill ya up? Mm? Where you want this at?"

You moaned, right on the edge of wringing his cock dry, "'N'side, 'n'side, Baji. Want you t'cum inside of me. Please! Fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

He thrust into you, irregularly. Frenzied, almost.

You felt his cock throbbing as he buried himself inside of you. He grunted loudly and held you tight, his body shaking. "Fuckin' take it, y/n. Fuck! Take it all, baby."

Your pussy contracted around him, squeezing him, greedily drawing from him every drop of cum he had to offer.

And you were happy to take it.

"Jesus ... Baji. I ... fuck. I've ... fuck." You giggled and kissed him back as he brought your face to his.

"Mm, don't go gettin' all gushy on me." He pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants and you put your clothes back on and stood up, looking at him with a smile.

"Gush is my specialty, though." He laughed and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Fine, fine. So what now?"

You tilted your head, "What d'ya mean what now?"

He buried his nose in your neck and said "You know what now."

"Baji, I don't want to leave you."

He nodded, "I know. I don't wanna leave you either. But what NOW?"

You pushed away from him a little bit, "If you say that to me one more time I'm going to shove you off of this cliff!" Laughing, he kissed your forehead.

"Let's go back to town. We'll grab a bite - with our clothes on - 'n I'll take you home - back to my place, I mean."

Leaning into the kiss, you nodded and walked back to his bike.

Hand in hand. 

@kazutora-kurokawa @viburnt @katkusuo @darkstarlight82 @arlerts-angel @southside-otaku @trevengersprincess

[laundrybiscuits]

(young man what do you wanna be tag)

“I’m pretty sure Steve is trying to kill me,” says Eddie.

“I’m pretty sure he’s not,” says Jonathan. 

“He’s always, like…lurking.” Eddie gestures, fingers fluttering to indicate the shadowy depths of villainy to which Steve Harrington has now sunk. 

Jonathan shrugs. “I think he might just be trying to date you, man.”

“Ehh.” Eddie gives this an appropriate amount of consideration, which is to say none whatsoever. “I’m just saying, last time we had a movie night, he followed me into the kitchen. Just to hang out. You can’t tell me that’s not suspicious.”

“I mean…do you want him to stop? Because I think he’d stop if you said something.” 

Obviously Eddie does not want Steve to stop. Obviously Eddie would very much like Steve to continue being close enough to touch forever, please and thank you. It’s just—Steve keeps saying stuff, completely random shit, like you look really, uh, metal today and tell me about that song you’re working on. It always leaves Eddie off-balance, which he loves and hates with every ounce of his shriveled soul. 

“I can talk to Steve,” Jonathan offers. “Get him to back off.”

“That’s, um. You don’t have to do that,” says Eddie weakly.

“No, man, come on. I told you we’re in your corner, right? For everything, not just the big stuff.” 

Eddie groans. “Okay, Byers, I get it. Jesus, I’m gonna get hives from all this sincerity. Thanks, I love you too or whatever, shut up. And please don’t—um. Please don’t talk to Steve.”

“What, like, ever?” says Argyle, which makes Eddie jump a little; he’d been pretty sure Argyle had been dozing quietly with his head on Jonathan’s lap for the last twenty minutes. 

“Actually, yes,” says Eddie, prodding at Jonathan’s foot. “Please never talk to Steve again for the rest of your natural life. Do this for me, to demonstrate your sincere commitment to supporting the gays.”

“Sorry.” Jonathan kicks back at Eddie, somehow managing not to dislodge Argyle. “If those are my options, I guess I’m homophobic now. You have to be the one to tell Will, though.”

———

“Hey, can I talk to you?” 

“Jonathan’s not actually homophobic,” Eddie blurts out.

Will blinks. “Okay. I mean…good? Wait, did he not know about you?”

“What, no, he knew before any of you little shits did.”

“That definitely isn’t true,” says Will dryly. He sounds a lot like Jonathan right now. “But this isn’t—I just had a question about gay stuff. Sort of.”

“Ask away,” says Eddie graciously, trying to sound wise and benevolent like an ancient gay wizard with all the gay secrets of the gay universe at his disposal.

“It’s just…” Will sighs, looking down. “You’re really, uh, loud. About everything, I mean. And I don’t get why you’re not trying to be…quieter. It just seems like asking for trouble.”

“Here’s the thing about trouble and safety, my young friend,” says Eddie. “There’s nothing we can do to make ourselves easier to swallow. They’ll lie about it and say they’ll put up with us if we just cut off the parts they hate the most, but they hate all of us, so you’re just gonna keep cutting until there’s nothing left. There’s no magical border between the friendly forest full of fluffy bunnies and the deep dark woods full of monsters, because it’s all the same thing.”

Eddie pauses. As gently as he can, he says, “You already know this, Zombie Boy.” He doesn’t miss the way Will flinches. 

“But,” says Will. “Isn’t it, like, a little bit safer?”

“Maybe. Sometimes.” Eddie mulls over his next words, feeling the weight and sharp edges of them in a way he might not have, a year or two ago. Finally, he says, “I think—you gotta decide for yourself what that’s worth. And you also have to know there’s no such thing as completely one hundred percent safe. You can end up making a bunch of little choices that feel like you’re not giving up that much, and end up trapped in a life you hate, just waiting to die. There’s not gonna be one right way to do this, there’s just gonna be ways you can live with yourself and ways you can’t.”

The part he’s not saying to Will is that he’s also loud so other people don’t have to be. 

When he was a freshman, so many years ago now, there’d been this girl—a real bull dyke, you know? Buzzed hair and men’s shirts and work boots. Her locker had had filth shoved in it and written on it pretty much every day, and one time—well, one time, some bad stuff had happened. Almost happened. A teacher had come along just in time, from what Eddie had heard. She’d walked into school the very next day wearing a leather jacket draped over her stocky frame, gorgeously defiant. 

To Eddie, she’d been a beacon of survival. A walking, talking proof that if you’re willing to pay the price, you can be yourself without compromise. 

She’d seemed so mature and worldly to him back in 1980, but now Will’s almost as old as she’d been at the time. Eddie would burn the fucking world down before he let anyone try that shit with Will, and he knows Jonathan and Argyle would too, but they can’t follow him around like guard dogs for the rest of his life. 

So instead, he can just be the thing he’s shaped himself to be, and draw fire. Better to be a lightning rod, standing tall, than to let some other poor sucker get dragged into the spotlight before they’re ready. Nobody’s gonna fuck with Eddie too bad, probably. He’s already got a reputation. He’s Eddie fucking Munson, he’s a cockroach, he survived the worst the underworld could muster and he’s got the scars to prove it. He can take whatever shit they want to throw at him. Wants it, even, because it means something to be the guy they hate. There’s power in that: in walking back into the lion’s den wearing a leather jacket, head held high. 

He doesn’t think Will’s going to learn to relish it the way Eddie does. They’re too different, at their cores. But they’re similar enough that Will’s nodding slowly like it makes sense to him; like he gets what Eddie’s trying so clumsily to say. 

“You don’t have to be the way I am,” Eddie says. “But whatever you decide to be, do it on purpose, and do the hell out of it. Don’t fucking settle for some halfway kind of life. Think you can manage that, Byers?”

“Probably not,” says Will. “But—I’ll try. Thanks, I guess.”

This mentor shit is easy, Eddie thinks victoriously. No big thing at all.

[itwasthereaminuteago]

Thirsty Frank hours? Well, perfect time to send this.

Imagine... you've always been a little insecure (weight, looks, whatever) and have a particularly hard day. Frank senses your distress and want to make you feel better.

And ehm... He does make you feel reeeealy good 😏

Can just imagine him being so soft, tender, talking you through it and just... God, just being wrapped in his arms 🫠❤️

|| Reminder ||

Frank Castle x female reader

Tags/warnings: readers insecurities, soft supportive Frank, fingering, p in v unprotected sex.

A/n: thank you so very much for this ask @munsonownsmyass I've read so many mirror sex fics but I thought fuck it, I wanted to do my own with Frank! I swear this man talking sense into you in that rough and sweet way he has would fix me forever.

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You're barely in the door, late getting back, having had an absolute shitter of a day and feeling like you just want to curl up in bed and cry about it. Frank’s already home and waiting for you, you don't even need to say anything. He knows you, inside and out. He can tell when the crushing weight of your thoughts is dragging you down and he can help lighten them.

Still, you turn away as his eyes meet yours, darkest brown and always so penetrating, stripping you bare. Sometimes you think you can't face him when you're like this, but then he sidles up next to you, his hand curling around the back of your head and holding you as he plants a light kiss on your forehead and the barriers you're ready to put up crumble.

"Hey, c'mere and tell me what's wrong." His fingers stroke over your hair and you lean against him burying your face into the soft brushed cotton of his hoodie. He smells like home and although it doesn't lift your heavy mood entirely, it helps. Frank wraps you in his arms letting you decompress a little before he'll press you any further. He leans down, laying a peck on your cheek before he guides you to sit down with him on the couch.

"It's just-" you want to tell him but it suddenly all seems stupid as the words are forming in your mouth. Frank is watching you patiently, his gaze soft and open as he lets you take all the time you need.

You sigh and try again. "We were trying on outfits, the girls and I, for Marci's wedding… and the others, they looked so beautiful and effortlessly gorgeous in everything, and I-"

You pull at a fraying thread of your sleeve and huff, angry at yourself as tears begin to well in your eyes.

"Baby, you look gorgeous in everything too."

You sit up, shaking your head. "No I don't. I just look like I'm playing dress up with my mom's clothes or something. I hate the way everything looks on me, I hate how I feel. Like everyone's staring at me because I look so dumb…"

Frank's brow forms into a deep furrow as you berate yourself, he won't stand for that shit.

"Hey, where's all this coming from? You're fuckin' beautiful darlin', I say it all the damn time but you gotta know it's the truth."

He pulls you onto his lap, gently wiping away your tears with the pad of his thumb.

"Th-they just all seem so strong and don't give a shit what people think. I can't do that, I don't know how. I've never liked how I look, or felt confident or anything… urgh, and now I'm just whining to you about it like a pathetic idiot! I'm sorry, I shouldn't- I'll go away..."

You go to get up from him but he gently clasps his hand around your wrist.

"If you wanna be alone that's okay I'll let you be, but I've got somethin' I need to show you sweetheart, if you'll let me."

You look at him, confused about what he could want to show you. He's got those big pleading puppydog eyes trained on you but underneath there's something else…

"W-what?"

He stays close to you as he rises, taking your hand in his, leading you to your bedroom and standing you opposite the wardrobe mirror in front of him.

"Oh, Frank, no please…" You cringe, turning away from your reflection but he catches you in his arms, reassuring you as he urges you to face yourself.

"Baby, I need you to see what I see." He strokes the back of his knuckles down the outside of your arm, his other hand around your waist and his head resting lightly in the space between your neck and shoulder. His lips brush a kiss to the bare skin revealed by your loose sweater.

"Look at this woman I got." He begins, and you can see him looking at all of you. Eyes flickering over every inch of you as if you were naked in front of him. "She's a goddess."

You roll your eyes, body sagging in his hold. "No she isn't."

Frank stares you down in the mirror. "You callin' me a liar?" He actually seems slightly hurt as you sigh again, then a dark look of determination crosses his features. You know you're in for it now, whatever it is.

“What I see right here in front of me, is the strongest, most confident woman that I ever laid eyes on. You see that girl taking any shit from me? Baby, all those assholes I take down in the Kitchen, they ain’t got nothin’ on you, I ain’t scared of them, but you… Christ, you’ve got me whipped.”

He holds you around the waist, his big hands warm through your clothes as his lips graze your ear. "You think you don’t look good? I’m tellin’ you, you look goddamn fucking gorgeous to me just the way you are, wearin’ what you’re wearin’.”

His tone drops an octave as he moves his hands down and hooks his fingers under the hem of your sweater, pulling it up over your head. “An’ you look good not wearin’ anything at all too…”

His fingers trail down the bare sides of your ribcage as you bring your arms back down, wrapping them around yourself. You try to shy away as his fingers come up to trace your collarbone and slowly down the cup of your bra, unraveling your arms and placing them down by your sides exposing you as he goes.

“Fuck, look at you sweetheart, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I'm thinkin' that my baby girl needs a little reminder..."

You bite on your bottom lip as he drifts his hands to the button of your pants, undoing it and pulling the zip down slow like he’s unwrapping a precious gift. His fingers tease at the waistband of your panties as you feel the hardening shape of his cock pressed up through his jeans against your ass.

"Mm, yeah that's all you." He says, his gruff voice driving straight down to your core as he works your pants off down your legs and helps you step out of them.

"That’s what you do to me… and this ass?" His hands are all over you as he marks your soft flesh with his teeth while he's down there, making you gasp as he kisses and soothes over it and continues placing adoring kisses up over the curve of your ass cheek as he works his way up your spine.

"Frank…"

"You want me to stop?" He asks you quietly, laying another soft kiss as he reaches the base of your neck.

You glance at the two of you in the mirror. This terrifying beast of a man to most is curled around your body, holding you, touching you, intent on showing you how much he adores you. Were you going to let your insecurities get in the way of that?

"No." You commit. Deep down you know that you need this.

He nods and unzips his hoodie, taking both it and his t-shirt off revealing the canvas of scars littering his massive upper body. His own imperfections that you can never see as such. He unhooks your bra, sliding the straps down over your shoulders, following on one side with his mouth letting it drop from your arms to the floor. A sweet warmth builds within at the sensation of his skin against yours. That basic, unshakable thought that Frank is your home.

He feels the softening in you, the corner of his mouth pulling up a little as he runs his hands up the outsides of your thighs, over your hips and stomach. One hand smoothes up your chest to gently cup one of your breasts, while the other moves south, cupping your sex through your underwear. Your eyes half-close as you let him take you over.

"There's my girl." He growls as he slips his hand beneath the thin cotton of your panties, fingertips meeting the slick pooling of your arousal there. He slides his fingers through your folds, spreading the moisture around before taking your ruined underwear off and sitting down on the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide, still facing the mirror. He lifts you onto his lap like you weigh nothing, the muscles in his arms are thick and prominent, and god if that doesn't turn you on even more.

You watch as he parts your legs, placing them on the outside of his own. He drags his fingers along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, up and up to circle around the apex of them, and you're unable to draw your eyes away from the glistening of your own exposed cunt as he touches you there. Your breathing picks up, becoming shallow while he simultaneously runs a finger and thumb over your hardening nipples, playing with and gently pinching at them. A smile spreads on his gorgeous lips as a small moan leaves your throat, your body arching, your leg muscles twitching and the throbbing pulse behind your clit ever growing with the slow pass of his talented fingers.

"That's it beautiful," He praises, his stubble scratching along the side of your face as you let your head fall back against his shoulder. He dips his middle finger into your soaking entrance, reveling in the sweet sounds you make as he pushes it slow, in and out of your pussy.

Your own hand covers his on your breast, urging him to squeeze and grope. He's rock hard underneath you now and you're getting so wet that you're soaking into the crotch of his jeans, but even so, he's intent on concentrating solely on your pleasure.

He takes his fingers away and you look up, bereft, only to see him bring them up to his mouth to suck your juices from them. You've almost forgotten how you got here.

"Taste so good baby, you know I can't ever get enough of you." He pushes two fingers inside you this time, encouraging your loud moans along with his gentle kisses up the side of your neck.

"You seein' what I'm seein' now?" he drawls, looking at your reflection. “My strong, powerful, gorgeous lady makin’ me weak for her?”

He’s a fucking liar, you think, your mouth starting to stretch into a satisfied smile. Frank Castle would give you the world if he could, you don’t make him do anything he doesn't want to. That thought gives you momentary pause, he wants you. He has always wanted you, right from the beginning.

"Fuck Frank, you always, -uhh, know exactly what to say… mmm!" You whimper and moan as he fucks you so slowly and lovingly with his fingers. He kisses and mouths at that spot just below your ear as he curls them, searching for that place inside you that will shatter you into a thousand pieces.

"It's just the truth, baby."

He's watching you in the mirror the whole time. Your eyes meet his and you reach a hand back to grasp him behind his neck, your fingertips scratching at the fuzz of short hair there while the fingers of your other hand grip and dig into the muscles of his thick thigh, nails probably bruising his skin through the denim.

His other hand leaves the plush flesh of your breast to massage the pearl of your clit and you move counter to his ministrations, bucking your hips in time with the steady rhythm he sets.

"Attagirl, take what you need, princess." The low timbre of his voice feels like another caress and has your eyes almost fluttering shut as you let him worship you. You see the way he looks at you in the mirror, enraptured by your body writhing in his arms, those dark eyes drinking in every ounce of your pleasure.

"More, Frank," it's not a request. His breath matches yours as he works to bring you to a climax. You're beautiful, stunning, my fuckin' wildest dream in all his hushed, gasped words of praise spoken against your heated skin. Your legs shake when he adds a third finger, slick, wet and noisy as he pumps them firmly. Both your lips and legs part wider as you can feel the tangled knot deep within you about to blissfully unravel. Your clit feels so sensitive and the way his finger glides and flicks over it is maddening, it's right on the edge of wanting to push him away, but Frank won't stop for anything.

"Oh! Frank, god- oh fuck-"

"Yeah that's it baby. Please darlin', let me see you." Frank Castle doesn't plead for anyone other than you.

It hits you then, coming in his lap with absolute and pure pleasure bursting through your core and spreading out in pulses through the rest of your shuddering, sweat-sheened body. Frank's mouth roves over your neck and the side of your face until you turn to meet it with your own, tongues sliding against each other as you reach your climax. He doesn't stop, only slowing down to let you ride out the thick satisfying waves that follow.

You could lie back in his arms like this for the rest of the night but you're desperate to thank him. Of course he protests, says he doesn't need taking care of but when you get up and turn around, unbuckle that belt, ease him out of his pants and take him inside you he's the one at your mercy.

You wrap your arms around his neck and shoulders, face to face now, every little sign of his deep love for you written there so plainly. The dark black of his expanded pupils as they lock on yours, the slight curl of his lip as he grunts, swears almost every curse he knows as you ride him. It's barely half a dozen frantic thrusts of your hips until he's spilling inside you with an unguarded moan, his fingers pressing into the flesh around your hips and your foreheads pressed together as you both struggle to catch your breath.

He falls back on the bed and you go along with him. All of your hangups are forgotten as you lie together, basking in the afterglow with his arms around you.

He kisses you on the top of your head. It's such a simple gesture but it makes your heart swell.

"You need any more reminding of just how amazin' you are? Just gotta give me a few minutes and I'll do it all goddamn night."

You smile wide, softly shaking your head. "You did a pretty good job of that Frank, but the moment I need you I'll be sure to let you know."

"That's right. I'm always here for you baby. You just tell me and I'll do whatever I can to help, alright?"

You nod and your lips brush his shoulder in a kiss. "Thank you, I mean it. You're so good to me."

He squeezes you tight. "How about we go get cleaned up and I'll order us some pizza for dinner. That sound good?"

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[thixms]

okay the way this all has come full circle. after almost exactly 7 years i finally finished airplanes. some ppl might remember my posts screaming about it (they sometimes still get likes i think lmao) so yea no i was like that deep into it and was like with that shit almost from day 1. crazy to see on tiktok that ppl are still talking about it and some ppl are only now getting into teen wolf/thiam and reading that fic. like everyone in the thiam fandom knows this fic is THE thiam fic. like i knew and know the fic is good but crazy to see that the fic i loved sm is still getting its recognition. i feel kinda like i'm "entitled" to say i was from day 1 !!! i knew it was gonna be good even there when not that many were around !! lmaoo. i only "abandoned" it cuz my lack of attention as a teenager threw me from one hyperfixation/fandom to another. plus i got to experience actual life stuff and kinda abandoned my roots.. IT DOESNT MEAN THE FIC WASNT GOOD ENOUGH OKAY

but OKAY what i wanted to say is how fucking goood this fic is. yk it has to be good if i literally went back after "abandoning" it for 7 years and finish reading it. literally no fic in any fandom has managed to do that for me. and i still enjoyed it so so much! that's how you know the fic is good. i reread it and still laughed so fucking much like tf how is it possible for a fic to be so entertaining and good? it makes fucking sense why. it's timeless, it's a masterpiece. istg, i'd almost say it's canon now or like at least some of its thiam headcannons def are canon to me. like i'm not sure if airplanes came up w the idea that theo likes biology or if it was actually mentioned in teen wolf?? that's how good the characterization of thiam was like i really am getting canon and airplanes canon mixed up lmao. @thiamfresh i think you might know by now what kind of a cultural reset you created for the thiam fandom but i just wanted you to read and know it again for sure. i don't even know if u still use tumblr.. but i think i saw some time ago you posting about seeing some hate being written about airplanes and you feeling insecure about it. and i just wanted to say you really shouldn't pay attention to it!! i hope this long ass rant post will show you how good and loved this fic is. it's still getting mentioned so so often in the fandom. like it's some kind of bible or like manual to thiam as the ship lmaoo. so yea, me loving this fic as a somewhat developed adult and someone a bit more removed from the fandom defenitely a testemant to how good it is.

okay now i gotta rant about my life tho..

because jesus, i also only realized now that it was one of the first few fics i read on ao3 (i was a wattpad reader before, don't shame me pls, we all had to come from somewhere). but yea no, crazy that thiam was literally the start of me solely reading fics on ao3, as well as LITERALLY CREATING THIS TUMBLR BLOG??? HELLO?? IT'S LITERALLY CALLED THIXMS LMAO. it's crazy that it's been 7 years like wdym 7??? that's fucking long ago. i'm not even that old??? (i'm feeling really old rn) like how is my thiam phase already 7 years ago (and literally why did it come back after literal 7 years lmao). i mean, my teen wolf stan (as well as my thiam stan) kinda already resurfaced last year with the release of that trashy ahh movie about which we're not gonna talk about. but yea no there i failed to commit and finish the fic and didn't get deep into the fandom enough. life happened tbh. but yea no 2023 and 2024 (especially 2024) crazy ass years. the way i experienced so much (good) real life shit, literally lived out my (childhood/teenage) dreams but also fell back into my weird niche interests??? like how tf did i have time for that??? (my sleep schedules hella fucked. it's fucked from every direction by the amount of unresolved jetlags i have).

what i'm trying to say is: 14yo me reading airplanes would never believe what 21 yo me will experience and be able to do but also won't believe i'm still reading the same fic (no i would, i really thought i was soo deep into this thiam shit that i'd still be obsessed even when i'm an adult and i wasn't wrong lmao). makes sense why i feel like time hasn't moved on and i'm still a teenager. i'm literally doing the same thing as 14yo me. laying in bed ranting on tumblr about thiam.. jeeez, it should be embarrassing ngl.

[fakesimp]

Hi chia, congratulations for the 500 followers!!! You continue to grow to be such an amazing writer, i'm so proud of you!

For the request... How about going to an escape room with shu?

Mysta's been trying to help his brother to confront his crush so he decided to take you both to an escape room on a winter fair. Too bad only two people allowed per round and mysta happened to receive some "important call" so there you were with shu.

As the challenges that needed to be done to open each door were getting too intimate to be done between friends, shu sheepishly looked at you and said "i mean.. i'm fine if it's you."

There you are, i hope you're not getting tired receiving so much shu request from me (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)

Thank you so much chia

-🍰

"I'm fine if it's with you.." , With Shu Yamino

Warning !

Fluff ; Crack (?) ; Friends to Lovers ; Confession ; Established Relationship ; Mentions of Kissing ; Mentions of Mysta Rias ; Shu and Mysta are Brothers

A/n : I will never be tired of your Shu request 🍰 anon, so dw~ (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

I mean he's my oshi too so (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)💜

➶◜◝➴

"Oh shit, gotta an important call, wait up"

. . .

"Yo, I gotta go, there's a place I need to go, so- have fun both of you aight? I can't even fucking enter the escape room too lol. So, have fun! Call me if you guys are done." Mysta said leaving both you and your friend, Shu Yamino alone. You both bid goodbyes at Mysta, and now standing next to each other a bit awkwardly.

"Well, that was. Quite unexpected no? Haha" The Sorcerer laughed softly and looked over at you, smiling sheepishly. "Since there could only 2 people doing it so.." Shu said stopping halfway, staring at you expectantly. "Yeah, let's just go do it."

. . .

Everything was going fine at first until you realize this escape room, is making both of you doing what a couple would do. And right now you're at a room that you have to, do something that's, friends. Shouldn't do. At least, that's what you thought. You look over at Shu, who's also a little bit flustered by what you and him should do to escape the current room.

You don't know if you want to curse at Mysta, or thanking him for giving this opportunity to you.

You, have developed a feeling towards the Sorcerer for quite some time. You've taken an interest to Shu Yamino ever since your eyes landed on him for the first time, the way he smiles. The way he talks, the way he helped the others. He's just. Perfect.

And now here you are, alone with him. Doing an escape room, thanks to Mysta now you're both stuck in a room. Where both of you have to, kiss your partner to proceed to the next room. You stared at Shu, then at the floor. Confused on what to do, should you do it? Since both of you are going to be stuck here for quite sometime if none of you aren't doing it.

"(Y/n)? Are you okay?" Shu asked as he look over at you, "We, could just give up, if you, you know, don't want to do this challenge." He said making you immediately shook your head. "No- No, it's fine.." you said as you look away from him a bit.

"Do you, mind tho? Doing this.. all with me?" You hesitantly asked the Sorcerer, he looked at you a bit surprised but it only last a few seconds before he went back to his composure self. "I mean.. I'm fine if it's with you." He said and his signature V-shaped smile appeared.

You took a deep breath, Shu who's looking at you is a bit worried. But he's lowkey thankful for his brother's doing right now, without his help, he probably won't even do these types of stuff that he had been wanting to do with you for a long time.

But the problem is, both of you are not in a romantic relationship. Yet.

You look up at Shu, who's staring at you this whole time. Immediately looked away, embarrassed. Getting caught staring, you tilted your head confused. How dense can you be, did you not realize the way he look at you, lovingly? The way he adores you and your antics.

You heard Shu cleared his throat and look over at you, back to his usual self. "So, are you.. ready?" Shu asked hesitantly, as he sheepishly smiled at you. Oh how you love that signature V-shaped smile of his, "Y-yeah, I'm ready.."

And now here you are, standing so close to each other, Shu put his hands on your hips. Since he doesn't know where to put them, you at the other hand, put your hands on his shoulder. Making both of you seemed like you're gonna dance by this point. Now that you realize it, you look into his pretty eyes. He have long eyelashes, and unexpectedly his perfume smells sweet. You both stared at each other for a few seconds before leaning closer, slowly closing the gap.

But before you could even land your lips on his, he whispered, "I like you." And then before you could even process what the Sorcerer said, he pulled you in and kisses you. The butterflies in your stomach are acting up,

Shu Yamino? Liked you? Are you dreaming??

You slowly pulled away, staring at him. Seeking for the truth. Is he, being serious? Shu stared at you, not even budge to move away nor look away. The gap between your body and his are still the same, instead of letting you go, he just stood still, hands that was from your hips are now on your waist. Shu smiled sheepishly, and slowly open his mouth, he repeated

"I like you.."

You stared at him, in disbelief. He liked you. Shu Yamino, liked you. But then you feel Shu slowly moved away when he didn't hear you talking, but before he could take another step away you pulled him back in. Earning a small gasp from the Sorcerer, you hugged him tight. But not too tight for him not being able to breathe. "(Y-Y/n)? Are you alright??" He asked, despite the confession he did like a few seconds ago.

"..too.." You mumbled, "Huh?" Shu blinked multiple times, confused. "I, uh, I'm sorry I can't hear you, mind to repeat?" He requested as he gently pat your head and chuckled softly. You can feel his body slightly shakes as he chuckle, you took a deep breath one last time,

"I like you too.." you repeated, a bit louder this time. Making the Sorcerer stopped what he's doing, and the next second you are engulfed in his arms.

"You're finally mine.."

"I'm all yours, Shu.."

. . .

"Shu, I think we should finish this escape room now.." You said as you laughed at yourself walking to another level of the escape room, "To be honest, I almost forgot what we're doing in the first place." He replied and laughed along with you. "Since we're a couple now, we don't have to think over the challenge too much, right?" You asked, making the Sorcerer let out a chuckle.

"What's so funny?" You pout as you look away from the Sorcerer, making him walk close to you. Wrapping his arms around you, "Yeah babe of course not, we don't have anything to think over about the challenge, we can do it without any problem." He whispered into your ears.

"Babe.."

"Hm?"

"You, called me-"

"Well Isn't that how lovers called each other?"

©fakesimp

Bonus scene !

"You should thank me, Shu" Mysta said when he and Shu reached their shared home, "Hmmm." Shu just hummed as he remembers the moments with you. Unconsciously didn't listen to Mysta's blabbering, The way your lips felt soft against his, he remembered it so clear. "Shu? Shu Yamino- hey!" Mysta pulled him back a little.

Shu snapped back to reality, to see how close the distance between him and the wall are. "You want to kiss that wall?" "Wh- no.. Why would I want to kiss the wall when- .. nevermind" Mysta squinted his eyes, and there's a mischief glint appeared.

"You, kissed. Didn't you?"

"... No."

"YOU DID! OH DAMN, tell me. Are you guys dating yet, you should've, right? RIGHT??"

"...Uhhhhh, hmmmmm.."

"You can't escape from the truth, Shu"

"Haah, fine.. Y-yeah.. we did."

"BROO I'M SO PROUD OF YOUU-"

"Mystaa..."

A/n : I hope you like this, 🍰 Anon ! It's, unexpectedly longer than anticipated. Oop. (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

(2/6) - 500 Followers Event !

[terraliensvent]

good gpd im so frustrated with stuff in terras rn. idont care anymore if they know who i am im jyst. so so frustrayed. its so hard to get stuff u want without spending money and im really lucky i have 3 terras. but oh god its so frustrating seeing people ask for. what even was it. asking for 14 myos. for 1 terra. it makes me so unvelievably angry!!

not tomention the way terra staff picked all the people who werent that active in chats. but just because they knew eachother well and were friends. it makes me lose hope for ever being a syaff and helping make this cs a little better :(

also how terra gas are always peopel with super detailled "pop" styles. like yeah youre picking smaller artists but.. yhey all have very similar styles and. its discouraging to someone with a chibi style who just really likes designing terras. it makes me wanna leave so bad.

and i. i cannot handle some of the members sometimes. some members will talk about how they dony have much money, like someone said they didnt have money for something. then immediately after bought a terra??? i mean i get that it can be addicting n stuff but. its so so frustrating oh god.

especially when people like. are talking about stuff and someone mentions something cpmpletely off topic. i could understanf if!!! maybe !! they asked nicely for a topic change and left it at tht but. ive seen people spam their own topics in the middle of another convo.

also i dont even wanna mention the trading scene. its insane. man i. ive been condidering leaving for sonlong mostly from members and specific staff. but. aughhhgg i love terras so much i just. wish i could make it better. i genuinely cry over it bc . i love terras so so much but its all going to shit . :C

im mostly just frustrated with dtaff constantly taking customs because if the staff customs channel and their new godly role. it sucks. it makes people feel like their artvisnt worth it, seeinh bids surpass thr hundreds while some camnot sell a fullbody for $5 just bc bias.

if staff see this, im sorry. i wish i didnt have yo go on a vent blog to say this. but i know saying it in the server would just get me silenced. please try to help with these issues seen here. and im genuinely so sorry, i really want to help, but this is the only way i can help now: giving criticism. i hope things change and i can enjoy terras again. i also hope staff are okay, i do not eant this to be mean or stressing in any way. :C [sorry for the typos mod i am very shaky rn and in a bus and carsick so im trying to fix them as mucj as i can. and ty for dealing witg all the drama.]

im sorry youre having such a bad time anon, it can be difficult once you realize all the deep cracks within the foundation of something you like

youre right in saying the trading scene is absolutely insane rn, people have decided that myos arent as powerful of a trading chip anymore but theyre still just as difficult to get, what the FUCK would someone even need 14 myos for

the staff has always been cliquey, if youre not in their little friend group you might as well be dirt, and theyre so biased toward pop artists, thats why kiwi rot was allowed to make a feral terra custom even while the hammer was coming down hard on them.

members are so rude and im tired of people pretending theyre not. at some point you gotta wonder how many times someone will breach social contract again and again regardless of every single time theyre politely told to wait their turn, just say you want to butt in and be done with it. ive never seen so many people absolutely unable to actually pay attention to the conversation at hand and it really seems like they just want to hear themselves talk

staff as a role is just a pretty little modifier to say “im elite, now drop $100s on my customs so you can immediately trade it off and say ‘looking for staff swaps ONLY if you offer me anything else u r getting blocked xoxox’”, none of them actually really use the new role to bring new viewpoints to the species or to make systems move faster, if they were then youd think we would actually have implemented more site functionality than one single fucking forage button and people wouldnt have to wait upwards of 2 weeks to get a myo design approved

terras biggest downfall is that every single person in the server is too sensitive for criticism and take it way too personally, that way everything gets silenced and nothing gets better.

personally anon, i suggest distancing yourself a bit. when i started moving away from the species and focusing on irl self improvement, i felt so much better (and started saving a lot of money)

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Doing work rn but a few more Ergo Proxy thoughts very quickly:

- I personally believe, for a number of reasons, that the proxy who killed Donov Mayer and whose arm Re-L shot off was Proxy One and not Ergo Proxy--that said this is one of the points I am extremely unsure about in analysis and I can see it being arguable either way. First, I think the complete lack of speech from the proxy in that scene is there to make it deliberately ambiguous. When Vincent speaks to the body of Monad and to REAL we know that it is him for his mannerisms, for his self-assessment, for his confusion. There is some consistency with who he is as we the viewers have come to know him, although it is possible that it could be Proxy One as he is in many ways a stranger and the base from which Vincent sprung. Of Proxy One we the viewers can know (although the way the narrative is presented makes it fucking hellish to figure out) that Proxy One was in fact clinging to his own city unlike Kazkis or Senex, who destroyed theirs. Proxy One’s city died because of the intervention of MCQ and Raul specifically, not because of his own choice. In response, the first thing Proxy One did was destroy Amnesia, cutting Vincent off from his memories as Ergo Proxy. This was a calculated revenge.

I would argue that it is extremely significant that Ergo Proxy is not blindly murderous as an entity, before or after Vincent gains awareness of him. Ergo Proxy is the Id and the Jungian Shadow of Vincent, his selfishness and his desires and his fears and hatreds but above all else his survival instinct. He makes his choice, repeatedly, not to kill Re-L even when she is a threat to him. This involves integration of the conscious self, the Freudian Ego, and his Superego which involves active consideration of his own identity and values.

Donov Mayer with all of his autoreives worships Ergo Proxy as a god, as something perfect and a means to abandon personal responsibility, choice, and the self. This is something both dangerous and a path to losing humanity, to becoming something truly derivative and empty and dangerous. From this angle, especially given Ergo Proxy’s memories returning and his personal failings as a creator, it would be extremely painful and might make sense for Vincent himself to kill Donov. Additionally, Re-L has foreshadowed throughout the series that she will shoot Vincent, so that poetry is also possible and fitting. And Donov destroyed Mosk, destroyed Monad, rejected Vincent time and time again as an anonymous immigrant.

However, I think frankly that Vincent’s identity as a simple human seeing the purely human aspect of the scene was not sufficiently present for it to make sense being him. In losing his memories Vincent actually severed himself from the purely postmodern and his role within a world built on postmodernism, allowing him to see the reality of life and existence and direct personal experience stripped of symbolism. It allowed him to connect to other people and to understand them only as people, not as flawed creations or test subjects. On a literal level, Donov Mayer is Re-L’s grandfather on whose behalf she was pleading, and he was a broken man victim of the schemes of departed humans no less than Ergo Proxy himself, and he was ancient and dying and desperate and had lost himself utterly.

I could see Proxy One killing Donov as revenge for his own city, as an attempt to destroy the postmodern doom that reigned over himself and the cloned humans of all cities, of despair in the false-godhood he and Ergo Proxy share, of a sign of spite against Re-L who he does not love and whose bond with Vincent he is incapable of understanding as a creature of postmodernism. And I could see him sparing Re-L to make her wonder, for the rest of her life, just who she shot and if Vincent is capable of murder born from hate and of lying to her. In this way it is also a gesture of spite against Vincent, who he wants to succeed but who he also is overwhelmingly jealous of. Because Vincent has the possibility of survival and faith and reality while Proxy One never will.

I think Vincent has too much compassion for the simple, shared experience of living to have killed Donov. I don’t think Proxy One is capable of understanding that. And I think Vincent being integrated in all the ways that matter, having both his identity as Vincent and at least pieces of himself as Ergo Proxy, by necessity cannot be without the literal understanding and his empathy.

That said, again cases can be made for either reading lol. The storytellers were deliberately vague on that scene.

- Jung sort of talks about this but contemporary psychology definitely does, human beings are not tabula rassas like John Locke theorized. Our memories make a very large part of who we are but they are not actually everything and we are not born empty to be shaped solely by society. Our very genetics might make some of us more talkative while others are more withdrawn, some disposed toward this illness and others not, some of us having personality disorders and others healthy, and so on to massive degrees. We inherit from those who came before and we reconfigure ourselves into something new from their genes in a unique sequence. There is a particular line I might actually reblog later from Ergo Proxy that talks about how we are the sum of our memories and if we have no memories we are not ourselves. Scientifically this is actually incorrect and I think it is something that would be interesting to see examined in fic or a prequel or a sequel to be honest.

Ergo Proxy was intellectually bound to his role and had his identity under horrible artificially imposed pressures, but it’s very reasonable and even realistic to believe that Ergo Proxy pre-amnesia would have had a lot in common with Vincent at his base personality. He probably did get embarrassed about things and had a high level of sincerity, he probably overthought a lot and worked very hard, he probably had points he withdrew, he probably tried to push his personal self aside to fulfill the role he thought he was meant for. I’d bet money he was left-handed, too. I think the presence of a highly intellectual voice in Vincent’s head trying to remind him of the practicality of certain things and the impossibility of others is consistent with Ergo Proxy as well. How much various traits manifested proportionally probably reflected memories and environment, but I don’t think the Ergo Proxy would have seemed like a complete stranger or a blindly murderous monster the way Vincent feared at times. Honestly, Monad probably shared qualities with Re-L and REAL too, although that might take closer scrutiny. For them, I think truth and compassion are probably heavily intertwined values consistent across all three but manifesting differently due to experience.

- I actually think it’s very ambiguous what Vincent plans to do with respect to the returning humans. Proxy One wanted revenge, and Vincent calls himself the proxy of death in his last line, but I think Vincent impulsively complying with a scheme someone else made for him would detract in a way. The humans returning are the descendants of the humans who left rather than the same specific people, and holding them responsible for an inherited crime is not honest or spiritually human behavior. It would be like blaming clones, or autoreives, or proxies. I think what Vincent is as the proxy of death ties more to say, death in tarot. He tears down the structures that exist (in this case artificial postmodern structures) so that something new can be born from the ashes. This parallels off of the role of proxies in ending the polluted, artificially corrupted world so that true life and habitable nature can return. Ergo Proxy is the equalizer, he is change, he is biology and inevitable traditions.

- I think Re-L leaving in a final battle she could not make a physical difference in shows her faith in Vincent and her acknowledgment that it is his fight to win or lose, not hers. She tells him to find her again as a mark of confidence. I think it’s relevant that she also goes to try and first see if she can make a difference for Romdeau, then when that fails to wrap up her own affairs with Daedalus and ensure her own survival rather than being a burden. Tradition, faith (Re-L’s last line is even “I have faith” in the dub, this is not strictly religious so much as belief in some greater force than herself or any one individual), and communal bonds are not broken IMO by her trusting Vincent to his fight. She has responsibilities of her own. As a series Ergo Proxy is simultaneously postmodern and a vocal rejection of postmodernism IMO, from start to finish. Pino’s choice not to wait around uselessly but to address her own responsibilities and loose ends parallels in a similar way. All people have responsibilities to themselves as well as to one another, and there are some situations that we can only face ourselves. Re-L, Vincent, and Pino all have trust in each other’s strength to face the individual obstacles and to still be there for each other in their aftermath. And by each facing individual struggles alone, Vincent, Re-L, and Pino are also cut from the same cloth of humanity and are shown to be very similar after all. That’s how it is in real life, after all--we can lean on each other and offer advice, but ultimately we do all have our own choices to make.

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Could you please make one where y/n tells ash that she’s pregnant because she was scared to tell fez. But like only if you have the time <3

CW: mention of abortion, panic attacks and anxiety. PART 2

You were sitting on the toilet in Fezco's bathroom, hands and legs shaking with nervousness. Your head rested on your hands as you waited for the result of the pregnancy test when the sound of the alarm you set on your phone for 20 minutes made you stop shaking. You grabbed the test and clenched your jaw. Two lines. Fuck. You thanked God Fezco wasn`t home so you could sneak out of the house without having to give explanations because you knew Ash wasn't going to ask. "I gotta go." You got out of the house as fast as you could, pregnancy test in your pocket and leaving Ashtray with a frown on his face.

"Yo man where's y/n?" "Dunno. She left like an hour ago."

Four days passed and you hadn't been able to confront Fezco yet. You didn't know how you were supposed to tell him that you were pregnant. What if he didn't want to have the baby? But did you actually want to have the baby? You didn't think about having an abortion but you understood what a child supposed at this point of your lifes and you weren't sure if you were ready for all of that. Fezco texted you and called you nonstop, he even called your mum asking for you. He was truly worried.

"Fezco is calling again, baby. Is everything okay with him?" Your mom sat on the edge of your bed, phone in her hand with Fezco's name on the screen. You nodded. "Tell him I'm not feeling well please." Your mum nodded. She spent at least half an hour on the phone talking with your boyfriend, trying to convince him that you were well and asking him about how he and Ash were doing.

You were scared. Every time you thought about telling Fez you felt like throwing up, you had trouble controlling your breathing and sometimes you couldn't even get out of bed. Any advice from your friends would be so welcomed, you needed to tell anyone but neither Rue nor Maddy were good options since one of them would tell your boyfriend straight up and the other one would freak out.

You got out of your house to Fez's store. On Saturday evenings Ash was in charge while Fezco was out dealing with business so it was the perfect time to visit him.

"I thought yo ass was dead." Ash joked when he saw you going into the back of the store. When he saw your face he really thought you were dead; the only color you had on your face was the red on your eyes and two big black semicircles under them.

"I wish It was." You sighed and sat in front of him as he worked with the pills on the table.

"What's that shit about?" Ashtray was loyal. You trusted him and he trusted you. It was like a little brother for you and he'd understand why you've been this distant from them.

"I need to tell you something but you can't tell Fez." The boy stopped what he was doing, he leaned back on the chair and intertwined his fingers, resting his hands on his stomach.

"Look, if you're gonna break up with him do it already, 'cause-"

"I'm not breaking up with him! This- This is serious Ash." He went silent. It was good to know you didn't want to break up with his brother because he had been a pain in the ass these past days. "There's no way you can tell Fez about this." Ash rolled his eyes, he did get that the first time you said it. You took a deep breathe. "A few days ago I took a pregnancy test-"

Ashtray's posture went rigid, "no fucking way," he thought.

"And it was positive" You bit your lower lip, trying not to burst into tears. "A-And I don't know what to do because I don't want Fezco to leave m-"

Ashtray tried to stay calm for you, but he couldn't deny he was kinda shocked. "Calm yo ass down and listen to me." He found a tissue in his pocket and gave it to you. "Fez ain't gon' leave yo for nothing in this world but this is some huge shit we're talking about." You understood. "What you wanna do?" You played with the tissue after wiping away your tears with it. "You wanna have it?" Ash rephrased his question, probably making it even harder for you to answer.

"I-I don't know."

He nodded. "So you ain't dismissing the option of havin' it."

You looked at the boy with your eyes wide open. "Don't say it like that."

"Look, it's the truth. You gon' have to talk to him either you like it or you don't. You'll figure something out together, you have this great ass communication between you too. You'll be good." A car appeared on the screen of the security cams' Ash had next to him. You both stared at the screen, knowing who that car belonged to, and then looked at each other.

"I-I can't do it, Ash." Your breathing was heavy, your hands started to get sweaty and shaky. You wanted to run but you felt like your feet were cemented to the ground.

"Yo yo yo! Fucking breathe! It ain't have to be right now. Go out with him, get something to eat, and go home. He's gonna understand. Imma stay here at the store until late so you'd be alone." Your eyes were glued to the screen, following your boyfriend's figure until you saw him going directly into the back of the store.

"Y/n?"

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Out of Bounds (2)

Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Modern AU)

WC: 2.5k

A/n: Here we go!! Less sports and more ass kicking in this one lmao. Enjoy??

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“So Bucky, I can assume you’re pleased with today’s win, but I’m sure I speak for everyone watching when I tell you that we are all much more interested in hearing you talk about that wild kick in the second half.”

You looked up from your camera equipment to your right where Bucky was chatting with the sports reporter, Maria Hill. The game had ended five minutes ago, and the blue-eyed captain towered over the interviewer, hands on his hips, a sheen of sweat on his brow, hair barely contained within his small bun.

It truly was not fair how good this man looked. Not. Fair.

He nodded, and you caught an almost imperceptible twitch in the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, not really sure what happened there. Sometimes the ball has a mind of its own.”

Maria’s brows furrowed, her head cocked to the side. “Your nickname is Ball Sniper. Such a rogue shot - that somehow hit someone in the crowd directly in the face - could be considered not rogue at all. Dare I ask, was that man - I believe his name is Brock Rumlow - your intended target?”

Bucky feigned shock, scoffing at the reporter. “Maria, you wound me. How could you think that I would intentionally try to hurt an audience member?” You noticed his eyes flicker over to you for a second before returning to Maria, giving her a stupidly adorable pout-face. “I’m just a guy who loves to kick a ball around. Hell, we all know I’ve gotten a fair number of hits to the face. Hurts like hell, and I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.”

You shook your head, smiling as you looked away to continue putting away your camera gear as Bucky finished his interview.

A few moments later, you saw a familiar pair of cleats appear from the corner of your eye.

“Saw you shaking your head at me, doll. Got something to say?”

You looked up at him, one brow raised as you stood up from your equipment. “You might have been able to convince Maria Hill, but she’s right. You’ve never had a rogue shot in your whole damn career, Buck. And I saw that wink you gave me.”

He shrugged, eyebrows jumping up for a second. “It’s like I told her, Y/n. I wouldn’t wish what happened to that guy on my worst enemy.” Suddenly, he was leaning forward until his lips grazed your ear and you fought back a shudder as he spoke. “But I would happily wish it on any of yours.”

You swallowed, praying that the gorgeous man inches away from you couldn’t hear your heart beating out of your chest. You pulled away until your eyes met once more.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Bucky moved to wrap an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in for a side hug. “That guy is a fucking asshole. Didn’t know what amazing thing he had right in front of him. I decided he should learn to pay attention to things staring him - or hitting him - directly in the face.”

You cackled, a deep belly laugh erupting out of you as you clung to Bucky’s waist for support, leaning back to allow more laughter to escape your body.

The only sound that broke through your howling was Bucky’s laughter echoing yours.

When the laughter slowed to occasional giggles, Bucky grabbed your gear and guided you down the field toward the entrance to the locker room, arm still around you.

“I gotta go grab my stuff real quick, but can I walk you to your car?”

You nodded, unable to fight back a shit eating grin. “I’d love that.”

He smiled back, nodding his head at you as he handed you your camera bag before jogging down the hall to the lockers.

Though you knew it was temporary, his absence brought an ache in your heart and a hole in your stomach, because now there was nothing to distract you from the pain of seeing your ex declare his everlasting love for someone else.

Come on Y/n, you had to know that we were never going to work.

It’s been a fun few years, but I can’t settle with someone like you.

Val knows me, gets me, she’s right for me in ways that I knew you never could be.

Bile rose in your throat as Brock’s voice emerged from the deepest, darkest corners of your brain. It had taken you months to be able to look back on your relationship and see how toxic it truly was. Still, when you willingly give your heart to someone only to have them stomp on it and give it back broken and bleeding…..you don’t recover from that quickly.

So yeah, it felt really fucking good to see him knocked on his ass after what he put you through.

Walking down the hall out of the stadium and to the private parking lot, you waited by the team exit for Bucky.

He emerged with Steve and Sam, the three of them bumping each other and laughing, most likely going over the highlights of tonight's game.

“Hey, Y/n! Hope you got a good shot of that ‘accidental’ kick Bucky made,” Steve called out, walking forward to pull you in for a tight bear hug. You had only worked for the Howler’s camera crew for a few months, but these guys were so kind and welcoming that they quickly became family to you.

“It was an accident, Steve,” Bucky argued, glaring at his best friend.

Sam laughed, moving in to hug you as well. “Yeah right, dude. You can fool anyone else, but us guys who know how them legs work? That was a controlled fucking shot if I’ve ever seen one. Please tell me you have footage of this, Y/n.”

You grinned, giving them an innocent shrug. “Sorry, boys. My shots are for professional use only.”

It was total bullshit and you were going to save the footage of Brock’s face getting wrecked by that ball and Bucky’s reaction to what he did in your personal computer for the rest of your fucking life.

“Alright, let’s stop harassing the lovely camera woman and get on with our lives, ya hear?” Bucky wrapped his arm around your shoulder….again, and your brain was now short-circuiting at the fact that he called you lovely.

You caught Steve’s eyes flicker between the two of you, a knowing smile spread across his lips. He pushed Sam forward toward their cars. “Come on Wilson, you owe me a beer for passing you the winning goal.”

Sam scoffed as the two of them left you and Bucky behind. “I know you’re not trying to take credit for my winning goal.”

Bucky met your eye seconds before you shared a laugh. Then, he reluctantly removed his arm from your shoulder, both hands burying themselves into the pockets of his bomber jacket.

“So…” he started.

You shifted from your heels to the tips of your toes. “So….you said you wanted to talk after the game?” The butterflies returned to your stomach.

He nodded, looking down at the ground, clearing his throat. As he looked up, his eyes carried an intensity that made you weak in the knees. He opened his mouth, ready to say something-

“Hey! Asshole!” Your whole body turned to stone as an all-too familiar voice shot through the parking lot. You and Bucky turned to see Brock storming toward you, dragging his new fiancé Val with him. He had a bandage taped over his nose, but splotches of red and purple covered the border of it. His eyes were filled with rage. “What the fuck is your problem?”

Bucky moved to stand in front of you, shielding you from Brock. He stood straight, his body tense, as if ready to jump and protect you at any moment.

Still, his voice carried that light, careless tone as he responded, “Sorry, man. Sometimes accidents happen. Hope your face fixes itself up before you walk down the aisle.” Even though his back was to you, you could see the smirk forming on Bucky’s face clear as day.

But what you actually saw was Brock’s fist clench as he roared in anger.

“You got a fucking problem with me dude-” he stopped short, Val slamming into his now statuesque figure as his eyes locked onto yours. You felt the urge to hide behind Bucky completely so that Brock couldn’t see you, but you somehow found the strength to maintain eye contact, clenching your jaw.

You weren’t going to let Brock make you feel weak ever again.

Brock stared at you, his brows lowering in confusion, raising in shock, and finally relaxing in realization.

Then….he laughed. It was ugly, manic, unsettling. Bucky reached a hand back to you and you grabbed it, allowing his touch to keep you grounded as Brock’s laughter grew louder and louder. Even Val looked at him with confusion and fear.

“Oh, I get it now,” Brock said once his laughter dissipated. He wiped away the tears from his eyes. “You decided to have my sloppy seconds and now you feel like you need to defend my girl.”

Bucky lurched forward, but you held onto his hand, stopping him from doing something he would regret.

“Don’t you dare speak about her like that,” Bucky spat out, his voice venomous.

Brock only started laughing again. “Listen, man. If you really want her, go for it. I already had my fun, but I’ll tell you now she’s easy to grow tired of. I’d suggest moving on now before you become so bored you want to chop your dick off-”

Had your arms not gone slack from the feeling of a knife plunging into your heart, you would have tried to once again stop Bucky from making a move toward Brock.

But alas, the pain you felt from the man you thought you loved speaking about you with such vitriol filled you with such numbness that you barely felt Bucky’s hand leave yours as he darted forward, landing a right hook against Brock’s cheek.

Val screamed as her fiancé stumbled backward, crashing into her. Once the shock of the hit waved off, he stared at Bucky with a look of pure malice, wiping away the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

“So it’s like that, huh?” He lunged forward to Bucky, swinging a fist at him that was deflected as Bucky pulled back just in time, but he wasn’t able to swerve away from Brock’s second swing, making purchase against Bucky’s left cheek.

The impact was so forceful that Bucky stumbled, almost falling to the ground. Those few seconds of him regaining his balance was all Brock needed to land another punch to his gut.

It was too much, and the rage you felt from seeing Bucky hurt was what pushed you to run toward Brock, shoving him back and putting yourself between the two of them.

He let out a menacing laugh as you lifted two fists in the air, shaking his head from side to side.

“Oh, Y/n. You and I both know you won’t hit me. You don’t have it in you.”

“Yeah, but we do.”

Brock turned around and you both caught sight of Steve and Sam walking toward him, their strides strong and steady as their eyes stayed targeted on Brock.

Brock’s eyes shifted between you, Sam, Steve, and Bucky, trying to determine his next move. Quickly realizing how ridiculously outnumbered he was, he clenched his jaw, then looked to Val, grabbing her hand and speed walking away.

As they departed, he muttered, “Glad I dropped that bitch when I did…”

Bucky moved to chase after Brock, but you grabbed his arm before he could leave your vicinity. He turned back and met your gaze. Upon seeing the look of pain and defeat behind your eyes, his body softened, and he remained by your side.

You turned to Sam and Steve with a small smile. “Thank you.” You tried to say more than that, to tell them how much it meant that they came back to defend you, but the lump in your throat was too large for anything more than that to leave your mouth.

Steve nodded, turning back to make sure Brock was long gone before meeting your gaze once more. “Do you need anything else? Are you two okay?”

You nodded, looking to Bucky and taking his hand in yours. You looked at him, waiting for a confirmation that he was okay. He bobbed his head up and down, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “We’re okay.” You looked back to Steve. “Go home, guys. We’ll be okay this time, I promise.”

Steve pursed his lips, then looked over at Sam, tilting his head back to their cars. His eyes darted back to yours as he said, “Call us if you need anything, okay? Please.”

“We will.”

It took a few seconds after they left for you to finally look over at Bucky, guilt washing over you as you looked at the bruise forming on his cheek. Your hand slowly moved to lightly touch the mark and you grimaced.

“I’m sorry, Bucky.”

His hand wrapped around your wrist, eyes boring into you. “Don’t be, sweetheart. Hell, I’m tempted to run after that piece of shit and land a few more hits on him.”

You shook your head, tears pooling in your eyes. “Please don’t,” you pleaded. Your thumb stroked his cheek and Bucky closed his eyes for a second at the feel of it. “Just stay with me. Let me fix you up.”

He stared at you, jaw clenching as if trying to prevent himself from speaking.

Then, he nodded, but before you could pull him back to the locker room where there were surely some first aid supplies and ice packs, he cupped your face with his hands. The intensity of his gaze caused the tears to fall, and his calloused thumbs moved to wipe them away.

It amazed you how safe you felt in Bucky’s presence after being filled with total crippling fear. How much light you felt after dwelling in such darkness with the pain that Brock left you in.

“That guy, that asshole, has no idea what he was missing,” Bucky started, “But there is no part of him that deserved the fucking amazing person that you are. He is the scum of the fucking earth, and you are the brightest star in the sky.”

Had you been in your right mind and not completely frazzled by the events that had unfolded over the last few minutes, you might have found more control over yourself.

But alas, that was not the case. Instead, you let your heart take control as you pulled Bucky closer to you until your lips finally met his.

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same nonnie before so i don’t want to make you write a whole request for it made some hcs about fez continuously calling this girl jewel 😭. i know you prolly had some takes about this. it doesn’t matter what you write as long as it comfy for you!! again, thank you so much in advance. have an amazing rest of your day 💛.

You knew fez knew Jules but didn’t focus too much on names hence she was originally “sailor moon” in his mind off their first encounter

After learning about what went down with rue he didn’t look too deep into it since rue tended to be all over the place when she gave info or rather lack there of…

He didn’t think nothing of it when Jules came up to him at the New Year’s Eve party with you by his side. it sounded a whole lotta like “jewel” when it clicked that it was her talking to him

“Wha? She chopped her hair off looking like a whole new person.”

“It’s Jules.” You restated after the blonde disappeared when the both of you couldn’t give her any info on where rue was at

“Is that not what I said? Jule.”

“Sure, honey.” You plucked the blunt from him to take a hit while he trailed a hand up your bare thigh

You knew Jules didn’t take offense to it or anything…at least it seemed that way. She probably just brushed it off as fez being high and nothing more before going back to Kat’s side

It wasn’t a big deal until ash leered cal jacobs into the house since he was lurking around

You winced at each hit ash inflicted on the man (you knew he deserved it) until he started to talk about his certain activities with Jules that had everyone in the room confused — especially fez

Ash curled up his lips ready to blow his brains out with the shotgun at the story cal sobbed about

You were minding your business snacking on some random food you ordered from doordash from this new expensive ass grocery store but you couldn’t help but to lift your head fully from the couch at fez questioning

“Who juul?”

“Fez!”

“Yo?”

“It’s Jules with a ‘s’.” You reminded

Fez held his hands out, “didn’t I just say that?”

“I definitely heard juul…which I don’t think I know. I thought it was like a nickname you know…like you two.” Faye commented, motioning towards fez and ash

Your eyes flicked to ash who shifted his eyes from cal to yours and shrugged, “we know what the fuck he means, what is this English class?”

Raising your hands in surrender you went back to snacking as fez playfully shoved you by the back of your shoulder which you rolled your eyes at the man perched on top of the edge of the couch

He then turned back around trying to figure out what cal was even talking about — the other three in the room had no clue but you knew

Rue and Jules told you all about it but ofc it wasn’t your place to share that with fez

He didn’t give a shit anyway. It wasn’t his problem.

Jules wasn’t his problem. He didn’t view her as family really…not like rue

He just wanted cal to stop lurking around like a creeper and get the fuck on

Him and ash made the final decision to let him go but you could tell ash disagreed but was happy he got a few hits in anyways

“Do I gotta be worried about you and…ju?” Fez asked you as the both of you were getting ready for bed in his room

Slipping your shirt on you turned back to fez who was lounging watching you through his pretty long lashes

“Why would you be worried?”

“I dunno you were goin’ pretty hard for ‘ol girl and declaring I know her name.”

“It’s nothing but respect. That’s all. ” You answered before saying, “…Not you being jealous.” You cooed.

Fez kissed his teeth, “chill bro. I didn’t say all that.”

You plopped down next to him collapsing beside him to reach for his beard, “say it with me.” You pulled him down by the back of neck so that his lips was only a inch away, “You already got part of it. Sound it out, J-E-W-S.”

“Ion like your ass sometimes, you know.” Fez laid completely on top of you after pecking your lips and got real comfortable on top of you as you let out a “oof” at the weight

[hotwings0203]

I feel like Dabi would be the type of dude who would bully you incessantly at the LOV and for the life of you you can’t figure out why. He’s always around you and making snarky comments or pulling your hair, trying to catch you messing up on missions. You’re sure he hates you, and you do well to stay out of his way, or sometimes when you feel bold you’ll offer a quip of your own. The bullying increases whenever you talk to other guys at the bar, especially when you make Tomura crack a smile, Dabi’s breathing down your neck the second your leader leaves, calling you terrible names and pushing past your boundaries.

Cw: language, nsfw, noncon, manga spoilers, some angst?

In a perfect world, Touya would not have been abandoned and rejected by his family. In a perfect world, Dabi would not exist, and Touya would be eating dinner with his family right now as he shows his little brother how to properly wield fire to its fullest extent.

But there was no such thing as a perfect world, and therefore Dabi did exist. And Dabi doesn’t care for anyone, or anything.

Or so he tells himself.

“Slut”

“Nothing but eye candy, and shitty eye candy at that”

It’s nothing you haven’t heard before, but it doesn’t make it any easier to ignore him

“What was that all about, huh? The fuck are you and crusty snickering about?”

Fed up with his continuous antics, you decide to mouth off a little too.

“Oh nothing, just talking about how adorable you and Hawks would make as a couple. And wipe that sneer off your face, it looks like some of your staples fell out of your mouth.”

It’s nothing too snarky, but in a second he’s shoving you in some dark room, forearm pinned against your throat as his hand is lit up with blue flames merely inches away from you, snarling in your face.

“You wanna be funny, bitch? I got jokes of my own too, why dont I show you what happens to dumb little girls who don’t know their fucking place? I think that would be real funny.”

But his hand is stopped from drawing near your wide eyes when you both hear Twice and Toga calling everyone for their next meeting.

He pushes you away from him, giving you a murderous look over his shoulder as he leaves the room, not paying mind to the way you slide down the wall in the dark.

You take extra precaution to try avoiding him for the next few days, not even making eye contact with him when you two get teamed up for tasks. He never mentions the room incident, if anything he acts as if it never happens. It’s like whiplash for you, he tries to weirdly talk to you more but all you offer him is mumbles and hums of agreement.

The conversation is never long, but it starts to be less talk of degrading you and more of begrudging questioning of what you’ve been up to. You never engage, opting to pretend like you never heard him, and strangely enough he leaves it be.

You give him a side eye one day as he joins you at the bar (much to your discontent), downing your glass just to fill another.

He says nothing as he slides into the stool right next to you, and pours a glass of whiskey for himself as well.

It’s awkwardly silent, you’re not sure if you should leave or not, but you’d be damned if you try to initiate small talk with this psycho.

But then, he speaks.

“Is Shigaraki sending you on the mission to get that UA kid?”

His gravely voice rumbles and cracks from his usual lack of use, and he clears his throat after he talks.

“No.”

“Oh.”

This is excruciating, you think to yourself as he mulls over the drink in his hand for a silent minute or two.

Toga calls you over thankfully at the exact same moment, and you breathe out an inaudible sigh of relief as you slip off the stool to join her.

“Wait-“ Dabi grabs your arm and you flinch out of instinct, expecting a slap or a burn to come from him.

He sees your reaction and shakes his head dismissively, letting you go and muttering a “Nevermind”. You don’t ponder over it as you trip over your own feet to join the eccentric blond.

A week passes, and then two. With each day you maneuver your way around him, request to be partnered up with different people in private, and busy yourself in random tasks. Every time you pass him by the bar he lifts his head from whatever he’s doing and tries to maintain eye contact with you, even going so far as to open his mouth to say or ask god-knows-what.

You try to ignore the foreign hopeful glint in his glacial eyes as you walk right past him, ducking your head as you do so.

It drives Dabi crazy.

He can’t handle any more rejection, he thought his family would be the last straw for him to ever want recognition or love validation from again. He wants to talk to you, to hear your voice as it snaps back with witty comebacks of your own that he secretly enjoys so much, even if it means he has to force it out of you with hateful words. He wants to feel your hair underneath his scarred hands, even if he has to mask the soft wanting of you in forms of yanking the strands. He wants nothing more than to see your eyes fill up with no other sight than him and think only of him, even if it means he has to corner you and scare you into submission.

But your silence is something he’s not used to.

Well, to be fair, you weren’t silent completely, but the only sentences he was hearing from you nowadays was when you were speaking to Shigaraki or the other League members.

You were the only idiot who didn’t notice the smoke curling from his nostrils and ears comically when he’d finally see you stop your stoic act just to open up to other men apart from him. Spinner, Twice, and Compress backed off almost immediately from talking to you for too long when they’d see the look on his face as he watched you surrounded by them, but Tomura would merely smirk from behind your shoulders and keep a level gaze with his subordinate, knowing fully well why he was so pissed off.

You began to notice the weird energy at the base soon after the rest of the men would keep curt conversations with you in comparison to your long talks about video games, sex, and life after you would all win the war.

So you thought it would be best to ask the most semi-normal person there that wasn’t fueled with testosterone and aggression.

“I just don’t get it, why are they all being weird? I mean, we all used to talk so much and now they just...try avoiding me. Except for Tomura of course, he’s still normal I guess. But he always has this smirk on his face when I’m with him and I can’t figure out why.”

Toga stops cleaning her blood-laced needle to give you a sly look, all fangs and glinting white.

“And Dabi?”

“What about him?”

She sits back on her haunches and cocks her head at you. “You really don’t know what’s happening here, do ya?”

“No,” you roll your eyes in exasperation. “But I’ll gladly take any theories here, since apparently I’m the only one who doesn’t get it.”

“He likes you.”

You gape at her for a moment and then burst out laughing.

“What? That’s crazy, he doesn’t like me, he hates me!” He can barely stand being in a room with me, all he does is talk shit and harass me.”

The blond curiously licks at a bead of red from the top of the weapon and you cringe when her own tongue rips from the sharp point.

“You say he can’t stand being in a room with you, so then why is it that he’s always there? He might talk shit, but he talks to you out of everyone else right? Regardless of if it’s something mean.”

You’re thoroughly flabbergasted. She had a point, but it was too much to wrap your head around. She cheerfully hums and gets up to flounce around the room, cleaning her already-tidy room up to a T.

“And that little silent treatment act you’re giving him isn’t helping either. I swear, Jin told me Dabi almost burned his mouth off that one day you, him and Spinner were talking about GTA. He totally cornered the poor guy and threatened his life if he didn’t stop talking to you.”

“You’re joking.”

“Am not. He wanted to do the same to Tomura but I figure he wants to keep his job, so he won’t. Doesnt make it any better for him when you’re all chummy with the one person Dabi can’t stand the most, though.”

No wonder your leader was so smug whenever you two were in the same room, your attention solely focused on him.

You run your hands down your face, moaning about the whole situation being fucked. It’s just your luck that you couldn’t take a clue, but to be fair, how could you? Being called worthless and a waste of space wasn’t exactly what you had in mind for flirty banter.

“Soooo what’re you gonna do now? I heard he’s gonna try talking to you for realsies like, tomorrow or something.”

“Tomorrow?” You yelp, jumping up to your feet. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I can’t face him!”

“Oops,” she giggles, twirling with outstretched arms around her room and falling down onto her bed.

“Oh god, I can’t do this. I don’t even know if I like him! He’s such an ass, and even when he tries to come off as normal he’s just so..unsettling. I don’t think I’ve ever had a good conversation with him.”

Toga props her elbow up to rest her chin on her hand, frowning in thought.

“Why not just tell him how you feel?”

You snort and fold your arms. “Yeah, because the psycho arsonist is really gonna take the word no well.”

“Hmm.. I see what you mean. Oh well, whatever you choose, I’ll support you!”

And with that she skips out of the room sing songing for Twice to make a clone for her.

You were fucked.

And sure enough, the next day he approaches you, hands stuffed in his pockets and an almost bored look on his face.

“Yo newbie, I gotta talk to you for a second. Come with me”.

You look blearily up at him through eye bags and mussed hair, a direct telling of your sleepless night. Your stomach drops when you hear his words, but you nod your head and take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself of the speech you practiced till the sun rose.

No one else is bothering you both today, Shigaraki having gone to visit All For One and the rest of the League left to their own devices. It was something you weren’t so comfortable with, but you doubted a hero would come to save you.

He leads you through the short winding hallways, each step of his growing louder and heavier as the space started growing smaller. Finally, he reaches a dimly lit room and stops outside the door, gesturing for you to go in with a casual wave of his patched wrist.

“After you.”

You raise an unsure eyebrow at his uncharacteristic show of consideration, and do as he says. You’re sweating bullets, fists balled so that your nails are digging into your palms, and vision going in and out of focus as your eyes begin to adjust to your surroundings.

A loud bang pulls you out of your stupor, and you whip around at the sound.

Dabi is already staring back at you with lidded eyes, leaning his weight against the door, his arms crossing over each other.

You shift on both feet, picking at your nails nervously.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?”

He says nothing, but just observes you, his head slightly tilted as if you were some abstract art piece.

“Dabi.”

“You got a lot of nerve, y’know that?”

He pushes himself off the wall and advances slowly towards you, hands stuffed in his trench coat pockets.

You immediately back up with raised palms, sputtering indignantly at his offensive movements coming closer and closer. However you thought his ‘confession’ would go, this was most definitely not starting out like how you planned

“Excuse me? What’re you talking about-“

“I know what you’re doing. You think whoring yourself out to ol’ crusty and the rest of the guys here is gonna make everyone forget just how useless you actually are. What the fuck do you even do here? You fuck up half the missions which I have to come bail your ass out of, you constantly put us in jeopardy by being all friendly with everyone, and you can’t even keep your mouth shut when I need to let off a little steam, as I rightfully should.”

In a perfect world, Dabi would be the light of your eyes, the hero of your world. In a perfect world, Dabi would be able to hold your hand in his smooth one and tell you that he wants you so much that it impairs his rational judgement and makes him say things he doesn’t mean. He’d tell you that your presence is like a weight lifted off his chest, your presence means he doesn’t have to think or worry about the outside world, he just wants you all to himself without anyone interfering.

But this is not a perfect world, and Dabi is not a hero, but rather one of the worst villains.

So he does exactly what one does as a villain.

Instead of a loving look that he knows he’s incapable of, Dabi looks down into your horrified gaze as he traps you against the wall between his scarred arms, spewing misplaced venom at you.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to chill out. First you go ballistic on me ‘cause I talked to Tomura for no reason, then you act all weird and quiet as if you’re some decent person, and now you think you can just bring me in here and tell me how worthless I am? Go fuck yourself, seriously.”

You scoff and make your way to push him but stop when he does what he did a couple weeks ago. You hold bated breath as he casually brings an inflamed hand to scratch at his face as if he can’t feel the hellfire emitting from it, and let out a whine of distress as he lowers his head mere inches from yours, lips almost touching.

“Stop talking to the rest of the guys,” he breaths. “Stop smiling, laughing, or going near anyone who isn’t me.”

You wonder if he knows how insane he sounds. He does, but that’s nothing he doesn’t know already. If anything, it solidifies in his mind that if he is to be as bad as the world has made him out to be, then he is acting exactly fit for the role.

“Why?”

“I don’t need to give sluts like you a reason. It should come as easy, right? What’s putting out for one more person?”

Your eyes are brimming with tears now, your stoic facade showing cracks as you sniffle a little bit.

He eats it up and groans watching salty rivers cascade down your cheeks. Suddenly, he feels as though he can no longer hold back anymore, he feels as though if he thinks for one more second he’ll combust.

So, acting on instinct, he surges forward and presses his lips against yours, swallowing your cries of distress and holding your hands above your head in midst of them frantically beating on his chest.

Your lips are so, so soft compared to his and it’s making him sink deeper into this instinctual daze. He puffs against your writhing lips as he thrusts his hot tongue in your mouth.

You try to bite him but when his hands heat up against your skin you resign to your fate and wail, allowing him to pull his hips flush against yours and start humping your thighs.

He draws back and bites your lips, teeth clacking against yours as he does so. You open your terrified eyes and blanch when you see the look on his face.

Lust is clearly drawn everywhere, from his blown pupils to his heaving chest, all the way to his flushed face and wild eyes. He looks as though he’s about to eat you alive and it’s appropriate that you feel like a lamb about to be slaughtered.

“Dabi, wait, please stop-“

But he cuts your pants off again in favor of slamming his hips against yours again and grinding impossibly hard on your legs, the friction of his jeans catching on your clothed cunt and forcing a mewl out of you.

“I’m not gonna stop. I’ve had enough of you teasing. You’re mine now, and if it takes burning our dear leader alive and this whole place down for you to understand that then I’ll fucking do it.”

He thought that terrorizing you would ease the empty feeling in his heart, that continuously berating you would force him to see you as what he always said you were, just another empty headed cunt. He thought that distancing himself from you and focusing on other things would make him forget about the soft feelings he longed to share with you, feelings he thought perished in the fire he was in when he was a young boy .

Even now, there is an ache in his chest as he hears you beg for him to stop, to let you go, that you’re sorry for whatever you did.

But this is not a perfect world, and not everyone gets their way in life.

You should really learn that, because Dabi already has.

And so Dabi will act accordingly to what life has put out before him .

[clarabellewrites]

chapter one teaser: congratulations

the sun don’t shine when i’m alone / i lose my mind and i lose control / i see your eyes look through my soul

When Fez woke up that morning, the red numbers on his digital alarm clock read 7:00 AM and Lexi’s side of the bed was empty. As far as he knew, that was strike one and two.

How the fuck she leave without me knowin’? thought Fezco, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. In his line of work, Fez had to be ready for anything to happen—good or bad. What was the point of him taking the left side, closest to the door, if he slept through every fucking thing?

Shaking his head, Fez got out of bed and pulled on a pair of pajama pants. The room was dark, shades drawn—a real tripping hazard. He spent a good few minutes trying to find his cigarettes and lighter before swiping them off the bedside table.

Swinging the door open, it was like God said “let there be light” or some shit. Too damn early for this, he thought, shielding his eyes.

Fez had never been a morning person. Then again, neither was his grandma, but comas didn’t really care about that.

Crossing the hallway, he checked on her. In times like this, so early in the morning, he could almost pretend she was asleep like everyone else. Dreaming peacefully. Ready to wake up after a few hours and steal his smokes. The beeping of her heart rate monitor kind of took away from that fantasy.

“Mornin’, grandma,” Fez said, venturing deeper into the room. “How you doin’?”

Her vitals were good. Ashtray was probably in here earlier. Her piss bag was new and empty. Either that or her kidneys were failing, and Fez didn’t wanna think too much about that possibility.

He fluffed her pillow. “Aight, I’ll see ya later,” Fez said.

Hands in his pajama pockets, he made his way past the living room and to the dining area. He could see Lexi moving around in the kitchen. Ash sat at the table, eating a bowl of cereal and scrolling through his phone. Fez punched him on the shoulder.

“Hey, man,” he said. “Whatchu doin’ up?

Only Ashtray could angrily eat a bowl of Froot Loops. “Last week of school,” Ash answered.

To be honest, sometimes Fez forgot that Ash was still enrolled in East Highland Middle School. It was mostly a formality to keep CPS off their back. Fez had to call a guy to get the papers drawn up. Ash O’Neill, adopted son of Marie O'Neill. He called in sick a lot. Chronic illness. Either his teachers truly didn’t give a fuck or Fez had finally perfected the art of forging his grandma’s signature. As long as they weren’t asking any questions, that’s all he cared about.

Deep down, Fez knew he wanted more for his brother. Fezco taught Ashtray everything he knew, from basic math to the different types of drugs they sold. But there was a lot more to life than that. As long as Ash was willing to go, Fez was happy to spend weekdays dealing at the shop alone.

“For real?” Fez said, lighting his first cigarette of the day. “That’s wassup. What grade you in, anyway?”

“Seventh,” he said, spoon clanging loudly in his bowl.

“Yo, congrats,” Fez said, puffing out smoke. “Lemme know if you need a ride or somethin’. I gotta drop Lexi off anyway.”

“She’s listenin’ to her weird music again,” Ash said, ignoring Fez’s offer. “It’s too fuckin’ early for that shit.”

“You give her headphones?” Ash gave him a dark look. “Aight, I’ll talk to her, damn.”

As Fez shuffled to the kitchen, he drank in the sight of his girlfriend. Lexi stood at the stove with her back turned to him, dancing along to music Fez couldn’t hear. She wore a pair of tiny jean shorts and a plaid yellow top, all ready for the day despite the godawful hour.

Her hair was tangled with the white headphone cords. Cigarette hanging from his mouth, Fez wrapped both arms around her waist. “Mornin’, Lex."

“Good morning, Fez,” she said, smiling up at him. She took out the earbuds and placed them around her shoulders. “Are you hungry? I’m making food.”

She had half the fridge out on the kitchen counter and an empty pan in front of her. Raising his eyebrows, he put his cig between two fingers and kissed the side of her neck. “Hell yeah, I’m hungry.”

“Stoppp,” she said, giggling but pushing him away. “Go sit over there or put that out. I don’t want smoke in my eggs.”

“Bossy,” he said, stubbing out the cigarette and jumping up on the cabinet. “Ash said you was listenin’ to your weird music again.”

Lexi rolled her eyes while cracking eggs into a bowl he didn’t know they had. “Hyperpop isn’t weird."

“Hey, that’s what I told ‘im,” Fez agreed, holding up his hands in defense. “You excited for school?”

She poured the mixture into the pan and turned up the heat. “Yeah, finals suck but it’ll be nice to take a break. Plus I have that college class this summer so it won’t be that different.” Lexi sighed. “Is it weird that I’m a little sad?”

“Nah, I getchu,” Fez said, shrugging. “You like school. ’s hard to quit somethin’ you love, even for a lil while.” Just ask Rue, he thought to himself.

Lexi nodded, stirring the eggs with a spoon until they clumped up. They sat in comfortable silence as she cooked.

Fez scratched his beard, thinking about what he had to do for the day. First, eat a bomb ass breakfast that he didn't even have to make himself. Drop Lex and Ash off for school. Head to the store, count the cash in the register and sell a bunch of overpriced Flamin' Hot Cheetos to stoners. Give Grandma her meds at lunch time. Go back to the store, hook up the blue collar crowd—after all, it was 5 o'clock somewhere. Wait until 3:15 PM rolled around and finally, finally it was time for Lexi to come home.

Since when did he measure his days around East Highland's teaching schedule? He hadn't stepped foot in there in years, except for dealing at the winter formal last December. Of course, the answer to that question stood right in front of him—and was currently adding lettuce to his eggs.

"The fuck is that green shit, Lex?" he asked, pointing at the frying pan. Looked like something straight outta Dr. Suess.

"Oh, this? I brought kale from home. It goes really good with eggs," she said, adding some salt and pepper like that'll make it better. At his skeptical look, Lexi added, "What, don't you trust me?"

With my life, he didn't say. "Aight, I trust you." Then, under his breath, just loud enough for her to hear: "Fuckin' green eggs and ham shit, for real."

"Fezco!" she squawked, brown eyes wide as hell, throwing a piece of eggshell at him in fury. He dodged it no problem. "Fine, no food for you then."

"Aw, don' be like that." He laughed and jumped down from the counter, stealing a piece of cheese. He knew Lexi well enough to know she wasn't actually mad. "Lemme make you dinner tonight. None of that kale shit, though."

She pointed the spoon at him. "I'm holding you to that."

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[kiridarling]

𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

eijirou kirishima | f!reader, DARK CONTENT, drugging, noncon, but also the reader isn't not into it bc like...i have my limits okay, talk of vomit for a sec (no actual vomit), degradation, bondage, size kink, hair pulling, ripping clothes, slut-calling once or twice. minors dni!

— 3k words

"'S this what you need, Sweetheart? Y'need me to use you to get off while you just lie there and take it?"

"See somethin' you like, Sweetheart?"

"U-Um," you flush a deeper red than the stranger's hair and pray he can't see it under neon red lights. Either way, you've been caught red-handed, and recoil. "Sorry."

The stranger's crimson eyes soften before relaxing into a kind smile, and he lifts a dismissive hand. "I was just messing with you! That's on me."

He lifts a hand to scratch the back of his head and the smile grows wider, displaying the rows of predatory sharp teeth that shouldn't look as gentle as they do. You relax in the seat to his right, immediately turning to the bartender to order a funny named a drink. The redhead raises an eyebrow, leaning his arm on the counter.

"A Stranger Danger?" He nearly deadpans.

"Club Special," you shrug. You've never been particularly great at holding your alcohol, but this drink provides just enough punch for a buzz, aka what you need to get through the night. The bartender slides over a tall, rose-dyed wine glass without another word.

"Eijirou Kirishima," the stranger says with his sharp teeth, offering a large hand to shake. He looks comical next to you, all hunched over the neon bar while you sit up straight for your head to reach his shoulder, and as you take the handshake, can't help but notice how his palm eats yours like it's nothing.

"Y/N," you smile. His hand lingers before it pulls away, and he tells the bartender he'll have what you're having.

"So," Eijirou starts once his order has been placed. "You come here often?" You snort at the cheesy line, and the way Eijirou smirks implies he knows just how cliché it is.

"Sometimes," you shrug vaguely. The club's fairly new, so it's not as if you can say you've been going here for years. You lift the drink to your lips, the sugar-crusted rim tickling the corners of your mouth. "You?"

He shrugs, "When I want to get out."

You nod at that and offer him your glass with a raised eyebrow. Eijirou shakes his head, lifting a glass of his own. Your nose scrunches.

"Beer?"

He takes a sip before answering, lips white from the foam before his tongue licks them over, "Stella Artois. Want some?"

Your eyes shift between your dainty glass and his not-so-dainty one before you snort, "I'll pass."

Eijirou shrugs, reclining back in his seat and beer in hand, "Suit yourself."

You pat your back pocket for your phone, but when you realize there's a loss of weight on one side, you pat your right buttcheek to realize you left your wallet in the car. Fuck.

"Uh, hey," you say, knocking the redhead on the shoulder. You figure he's trustworthy enough, and the bartender always keeps an eye out for you anyway. "I'll be right back—left my wallet in the car."

Eijirou nods at that as you push away from the counter practically shaking your head at how distracted you can be sometimes. Seriously, your wallet?

At least the bartender didn't ask for your ID. Yikes.

You slam the car door shut with a huff, wallet finally in hand as you trudge back to the bar. When you return, Eijirou's got the beer lifted to his lips and greets you with a small wave as you sit down.

"Long time no see."

You giggle while grabbing your glass by the neck. As the club starts to fill out, you begin to shrink into your shell—throwing the entire drink down the hatch fixes you right up, though.

"Oh wow okay, looks like we're just going for the whole thing, then," Eijirou chuckles as he takes a much more civilized sip of his. You smack your lips with a satisfied aah.

"Gotta get the buzz going somehow," you wink, before getting comfortable in your seat. Alcohol warms your veins already, prompting your body to start pulse in time with the bass of the music. Eijirou smiles, watching you.

"You like this song?" he asks softly, before adjusting so you're both sat the same way—elbows and backs against the counter, facing the club and all its chaos. You shrug.

"I guess. I've never heard it 'till now."

He tosses his head back onto his muscled shoulders in a chuckle, and you watch the entire act in slow motion. The glint of his teeth in the neon lights, how his chest balloons and quivers under the weight of a bellow. You find yourself staring much harder than you intend to, but he doesn't seem to notice, eyes locked on the dance floor.

"Touché, touché," he says upon recovery. The alcohol in your veins turns to syrup and time starts to blur more than you're used to it being, body so light and weightless you have to pat the chair to make sure you aren't floating. That usually doesn't happen.

"You okay?" Eijirou frowns when you falter. You pull a smile and nod.

"Mhm," you say, though silently panicking when you feel like you're falling out of your seat. You grip the countertop just in case. "Mhm, yeah."

He raises an eyebrow, "You sure?"

"Yeah," you nod, before clearing your throat. Your body flashes hot then cold, and you wonder if you shouldn't have taken that drink down like you did. "I'm um—I'm going to go to the bathroom, one sec."

You're unsure if Eijirou says something as you leave because you pour all your energy into stumbling across the obnoxiously loud club, filled with too much bass and pandemonium for your liking. You're suddenly overwhelmed by everything and your esophagus goes numb at the thought of vomiting, but you make it to the singles bathroom just in time to shut the door and control your goddamn stomach.

With a sigh, you rest your head against the cool sink. The incessant buzz of the overhead lights is much, much better.

You take a deep breath and flick on the sink. Ensuring it's as freezing as it can possibly go, you launch some into your face. You don't even consider ruining the amount of work that went into your outfit today, because ultimately you aren't sober enough to give a shit, blinking back at your reflection to find it fairly blurry. You nearly stumble and fall, but your vice grip on the counter keeps you alive.

"You okay?"

The second you step back into the noisy club, Eijirou's there—with his sweet sharp-toothed smile, he's posted next to the bathroom door and you find yourself grappling his jacket for stability.

"Whoa—Careful now," He chuckles at your sloppiness with a lifted eyebrow. You blink once, twice—the spots floating in your line of vision don't disappear. His hands snake around your waist to keep you from falling and eating shit, and you dig your forehead into his muscled chest.

"Gotta—I gotta go home."

"Okay," Eijirou soothes softly upon realizing how utterly shit-faced you are. "How'd you get here?"

"Walked," you groan and nearly cry, looking up at him with a pout. Eijirou coos.

"Well, no offense but I don't think you're good to walk on your own, Sweetheart."

His voice is heady with something you can't quite recognize, but it's comfortable, and you melt into his chest with a weak nod.

"Mhm."

"Can I help you home?" He offers with a kind smile. You nod, fists gripping his shirt in tufts.

"Yes please."

"Oop—careful."

"I am al—hic—always so fu—fucking careful," you slur. Your body has gone so numb that Eijirou gave up and resorted to carrying you bridal style the rest of the way instead. But he has to set you down so you can stuff your keys in the door, but you can't even do that right.

"Need me to do it?"

"No!" You puff your cheeks, trying twice more before you successfully get it in the keyhole. "'Mma strong independent woman who don' nee' no mahn."

Eijirou chuckles, and using his big shoulder, opens the door to chauffeur you inside. Neither of you get very far, maybe halfway to your room, before your legs give out and the only thing that saves you is the hand on your waist.

"Down this hall?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. You nod so profusely it gives you a temporary headache.

You blink and you're in your bedroom, your front hitting the sheets with a soft thump. Huh. Maybe he carried you the rest of the way. With a face full of pillows, you groan at the new and improved position as you feel the bed dip behind you, and Eijirou grab both of your wrists.

"You're so cute, you know that?"

Something soft and silk ties your fists behind your back. You recognize the material as the belt from your robe, tossed carelessly on your bed during the chaos that ensues every time you get ready for the club. It's not until you try to pull your hands apart that you realize they're tied tight.

"Pulling is only going to make it tighter," Eijirou says with an absentminded sigh, like he's done this before, and trepidation spikes in your chest once he raises your hipbone and slides a pillow underneath to angle them, the only way you could break free—especially with the new grip on your hips.

"Ei—" you try to squirm, legs kicking blindly into the space behind you, but once he seizes your thighs he's sitting on your calves to keep you in place. There's the undeniable sound of cloth ripping and your behind is suddenly met with cool air, prompting a shiver or two.

"Eijirou, what are yo—"

You're interrupted by a stinging slap to your ass and a growl. "Don't tell me I gotta gag your pretty mouth too, Sweetheart."

His voice is low and sharp with a threat, his grip tightening around your thighs.

"You're soaked already? Fuck...and I bet you taste so sweet too..." he bites back a groan in thought, sliding a finger down your slit.

He clicks his tongue but it's damn near mocking. You gasp as he fills you with two large fingers instead of one, body tensing as the alcohol-induced numbness fades in favor of amplified arousal. Eijirou chuckles at your reaction.

"Taking it so well already," he purrs, hand caressing the crest of your ass. In your defense, there isn't much you can do but take it. Ah-ah, Sweetheart—Speak up for me."

"O-Ow," you hiss when your head is wrenched. upwards via your hair to expose your broken moan. Eijirou's grip only tightens after you complain, and you can feel his hot breath ghost the base of your neck. His thumb finds your clit and doesn't move, it just sits there as heavy weight—and it's just as frustrating as it is teasing.

"Ei," you rasp into the pillow, voice hoarse and thick. "I nee—fuck, more—"

"More?" He chuckles derisively, shaking his head with a tut. "Two fingers and you want more? Fuckin' slut."

Each word is loaded with something pitifully mocking and if you were in any other position you would've curled a lip and spat back. But that's a little hard with your face in the pillow and Eijirou's weight above you, isn't it? You shake your head against his fist until he lets go in favor of crackling a solid hand against your ass.

"Oh, you like that, don't you Sweetheart?" He grunts and his fingers increase in speed, the lewd squelch bounces off the walls of the bedroom and echoes in your head in the most insulting way. "My fingers fill you up that good?"

"Y-Yeah, I—" you choke around drool that gathers in the corners of your mouth and shake under his palm. "Fuck me Ei, I nee—"

The quick spank cracked against your ass shakes you from your thought process. "Dirty fucking girl—you really so desperate to let a guy you just met fuck you like this? So goddamn easy."

But he's removing his fingers regardless, stuffing them between your swollen lips as he assumes the space behind you. You hear the quiet fumble of his belt and the run of his zipper, before you feel his hot cock pressing against your soaked entrance.

Eijirou pushes in with a groan, his free hand finding your hips to keep them in place. Your legs thrash as he fills you up with a pleasurable burn, and by the time he bottoms out, you're positive he's filling you up all the way to your lungs.

"Fucking hell," he heaves above you, and the fingers in your mouth disappear to grasp the sheets. You shake along with him, back straightening in a poor attempt to alleviate the burn—and he barely gives you a second to breathe before he's pulling out and slamming back in.

"Fuck!"

You jump each time the head of his cock rams against your cervix, feet scrambling in a poor attempt to escape. Eijirou growls and puts all of his weight in his hips to ensure you'll stay still, a big hand smushing your face into the sheets.

"Sing for me, Sweetheart—I wanna hear ya."

Your voice cracks as Eijirou speeds up, simply using you for his own pleasure—but maybe that's what excites you the most.

"Ei—"

"'S this what you need, Sweetheart?" He spits, and you can feel the sweat dripping from his shoulders onto your exposed back. "Y'need me to use you to get off while you just lie there and take it?"

You whimper uselessly and nod, but Eijirou growls, yanking your head up for a proper answer.

"I said, don't you?"

"Fuck I—" he hikes your hips even higher for a better angle and gets one, the head of his cock forcing a scream out of your lungs as you yelp, "I do!"

"'Course you do," he chuckles, and drops your head back onto the pillow, "'Course you fuckin' do—"

"Ei-Eiji—" you gasp like you've been underwater forever. "I can't, I nee—"

"Dumb little baby can't even speak," he coos, before his hand finds the sides of your neck and squeezes. "What? Whadd'ya need, Sweetheart?"

And honestly, you're not completely sure what you need, you just know you're chasing after *something—*and Eijirou's got you sprinting after it while you melt into the sheets into a hot, gooey mess. You think the split ends of EIjirou's hair ticking the back of your arms, but you aren't sure. The only thing you are sure of is the burn between your legs and the feeling of being very, very close.

"'Mma cum!" You squeal, the vein in the side of your neck bulging. Eijirou grunts and slides a calloused hand under your stomach to play with your clit, hissing as you squeeze around him.

"Awe, the little slut's gonna cream all over my cock?" He coos, and you're positive his hips speed up just a bit. The grip on your neck slides to the hands tied behind your back for leverage. "Yeah she fuckin' is—I can see your eyes rolling back already."

And he's right, because the weight of your orgasm knocks the wind out of your lungs and your lips round to form and 'o'. You couldn't say if you screamed or not, as the ringing in your ears peaks with your orgasm. The only reason you know Eijirou finishes is because his hips stutter to a stop while you lay face down in the pillow, heart thrumming against your ribcage.

"Hey, you okay?" Eijirou nearly scrambles to get your back on your chest. You know this type of thing gets him nervous, but he does it oh so well, and there isn't much you can do but smile at the ceiling lazily.

"You just railed me into the sheets and you're asking if I'm fine?" You snort at your boyfriend's frazzled appearance—and the afterglow doesn't help, his chili red hair sticking in every other direction except the one it's supposed to.

"Yeah," Eijirou doesn't even hesitate and then gives you a quick peck on the lips. His voice edges on a petulant whine as he says, "I was rough, Sweetheart."

"Because I asked you to be," you quirk an eyebrow and finally, the redhead stumbles to your joint bathroom butt naked. "And don't forget to wet the towel this time!

A little shuffling in the bathroom, and then:

"That was one time!"

"And my vag will never recover!" You holler back. Eijirou just snorts before the white noise of a running sink takes possession of the conversation, and you scoot to the section of your shared bed that isn't soiled with a sigh.

You roll onto your side and come face to face with a framed selfie of you and Eijirou on your first date. Next to that one is first anniversary, second anniversary, third...

Now you're edging on the fifth, comfortable enough where he's walking around with his soft dick out and you've given up in swatting at his hands every time they grab for your tits. You two are comfortable—this is comfortable.

Eyeing the bathroom door, you still hear running water. Sneakily, you reach for the drawer where Eijirou keeps the the ring he doesn't know you know he hides. But frankly, you're the only one who cleans this goddamn house, so it wasn't like you weren't going to find it. You open the red velvet box to blink down at a diamond ring, thumb caressing gem. It glimmers even when the lights are low, and you can't help but be jealous of it—which is silly. You know it'll be yours anyway. The ring is always smoother than you expect it to be, but that thought doesn't last long, because you quickly toss it back into Eijirou's drawer and assume a less suspicious position upon hearing the sink turn off.

"What?" he asks with a small grin as he walks in with a wet towel in hand. "You're giving me that weird look again."

You snort, rolling your eyes before adjusting so you face the ceiling again. Spreading your legs, you demand, "'S nothing. Now clean me up, big boy."

Eijirou huffs at that but he assumes the space between your legs with a light blush. You smile.

He'll do it. When he grows the balls.

[watchmegetobsessed]

Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 7)

a/n: aaand part 7 is finally here! however i want to warn yall that we are nearing the end of NHIE, im planning on having one more part and i don’t think it’ll be any longer, so enjoy while it lasts! lmao as always, feedback is very much appreciated!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 5.7k

warning: some slight violence? it’s the good kind, you’ll see lmao

SERIES MASTERPOST

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Sitting in your trailer you stare down at your phone longingly, rereading Harry’s last text.

“Miss you, hope everything is alright. Facetime when you’re free?”

You hate how your chest is aching at such a small and sweet thing. If you had the chance, you’d run into Harry’s arms without a second thought, but you are stuck in Atlanta while he is currently back in LA, feeling farther away than ever, in every sense.

It’s been three weeks since you left the city and parted ways with Harry. You hated it. You absolutely hated how he was looking at you and how you was about to cry in his fucking Range Rover as he was dropping you off at the airport. You tried to make it quick so you don’t get too caught up in the moment, but the moment he kissed you, it was over for you. For a split second you were ready to cancel on the whole movie and just stick with the plans you made before you got the role, but that wasn’t really an option.

Since that day, Harry has been very respectful of your will to keep some distance, he always checks in before trying to call to make sure you have time, he doesn’t text you about the most random things like he used to, maybe because you both are so busy, you basically live on set while he has left for his tour exactly a week ago, and you can tell he is trying his best to never even mention Levi.

The news that you’d have to work with your ex came as a punch in your stomach. Taiki contacted you himself to talk to you about his choice to include Levi in the movie. He has informed you that they all agreed on him at the end of the casting process, but he wanted to make sure it’s okay by you as well. What would have you said? You wouldn’t just start off a project with getting someone out of the movie before filming even started. You had no choice but to suck it up and say that it’s all fine.

Now you are stuck to see him almost every day and spend your free time with him as well since he is always the first one to show up when a little group of the cast is out and about. He has always been such a social butterfly, though now you wish he would just lock himself up in his hotel room and not show up until he is needed on set.

Levi has been trying. He’s been pushing on your nerves, always coming up to chit-chat, like there’s nothing weird or absurd about the situation, but there’s plenty. Seeing that the last time you two saw each other you threw a book at him and he threatened you to sue you if you dare to even say his name ever again. Your breakup was the definition of nasty while the rest of the world just noticed a quiet and uneventful parting, photos disappearing from Instagram and awkward smiles whenever either of you were asked about the other.

While you are all about being civil and professional, what he has been doing feels like he is trying to get under your skin, testing your patience with him, which is starting to run short.

For an outsider he is acting perfectly fine, even human towards you, but you know him all too well, you know all his little tricks and moves because you used to be an expert on the topic of Levi Hudson.

Huffing to yourself you get back to the text and type a quick reply.

“Still on set, I have two more scenes to film. Will text you when I’m back at the hotel xx”

You wish you could call him right away, you wish he was here with you and you wish you didn’t have to go back to set and face Levi once again. You really thought you’d get entirely consumed by work once filming starts and run short on time and energy to even think about Harry, but it hasn’t been the case. He is all you can think about, you always catch yourself wondering what he is doing, how his day has been or if he is thinking about you too. You cling onto your phone the moment they yell Cut! and frantically check if he has texted you. It’s taking a toll on you and you can only hope you’ll last until the movie is wrapped and you can finally join him on tour, just like you planned.

“Hey there,” Maya steps out of her own trailer when you turn the corner and she catches up with you quickly. “Wha’s up?”

“Just plotting how I can leave early,” you huff, making her laugh. You’ve become the closest to her, you right away bonded when you met at the table read and she caught you grimacing behind Levi’s back when you thought no one was looking. She came up and simply told you she doesn’t like him for literal no reason, he just has a punchable face and an alliance was formed right then and there.

“Oh Honey, let me know when you figured it out,” she chuckles, circling an arm around your shoulders as you both make your way to the set laughing.

Trying your best, you focus fully on the job on hand so you can leave as soon as possible, call Harry and go to bed. Today has been way longer than you would have liked and you just need to get away from set, despite how much you enjoy filming in general. Sometime during the taping Harry texts you that he is free whenever you are and will be waiting for your call and it just makes you even keener on leaving.

When filming is finally finished, you find yourself storm out faster than ever, already ringing up Harry as you are walking back towards your trailer. When he answers the call, his smiley face fills the screen and you feel your heart flutter in your chest.

“Hey! Done for the day?” he asks, seemingly eating something as he talks.

“Luckily,” you breathe out. “What are you eating?”

A blush appears on his pixelated face as he glances down and grabs his bowl, showing it into the camera. He is eating your pesto pasta recipe.

“I had a strong craving for it,” he shyly tells. “It’s not as good as yours though.”

“There’s nothing to do different about it, H,” you chuckle.

“I know, but it’s different when you make it,” he smiles and his words warm your chest. Just as you are about to tease him about being so corny, you hear your name being called out. Turning around you see Levi jogging towards you.

“Here we fucking go,” you mumble, not ending the call with Harry who is a little confused about the situation since he can’t see the intruder in your conversation.

“Are you heading back to the hotel?” he asks, catching up with you.

“Yeah, I wasn’t planning on sleeping in my trailer,” you answer with a frown.

“Wanna share a car?”

“Why would I?” you simply ask.

“What’s with the attitude, Y/N?” he scoffs as if he was an angel and deserved all the respect on earth.

“Why do you keep coming up to me?”

“Because I’m trying to be nice!” he snaps, but it’s all for the wrong reason. You don’t buy this shit, nice is the last thing he is trying to be and you know that for sure.

“No, you keep getting on my nerves and you know that! We don’t have to interact outside of set and I want to keep it that way, Levi!”

“Now you are being a bitch, Y/N.”

“Excuse you?” Harry’s voice is coming from your phone’s speaker and you suddenly realize that he is still there, listening to the conversation. You glance down at the screen and see his now angry expression on it.

“Who’s that?” Levi nods towards the phone with a frown, but then realization must hit him. “Is that Harry Styles you’re talking to?”

“None of your fucking business, Levi. And leave me the fuck alone.” Turning around you start marching back to your trailer that’s now so close, but once again, his voice stops you.

“You’re making a fool out of yourself, Y/N!”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” you snap back at him, one hand already on the door handle of your trailer, the other one holding your phone.

“If you think he wants more than just a good fuck and some publicity out of you, you’re delusional.”

“Fuck you, Levi!” you flip him off before walking into the trailer and shutting the door behind you.

With your back against the door you close your eyes and take a few deep breaths, fighting with yourself not to go back out and kick him in the stomach. This is how it has been, he starts acting all nice, pretending like he is the good buy, but when he doesn’t get the reaction he wants, he is quick to show his real, asshole self he keeps hidden.

“Angel? You alright?” Harry’s voice brings you back from your thoughts and once again, you realize that he is still in call, staring from the screen with a worried expression on his handsome face.

Taking another deep breath you bring the phone up so he can finally see your face.

“Sorry you had to hear all of that,” you mumble, feeling way more tired than you were just a few minutes ago.

“Don’t apologize, it’s none of your fault. But I gotta ask, has he been this big of a dick since the start?”

“Kind of,” you sigh, walking further inside. You put the phone to the little vanity, propping it up against the mirror as you start washing your makeup off.

“Have you tried doing something against it? You really shouldn’t let him treat you like that.”

“I’m not trying to be the whiny star who gets someone kicked out. I don’t know what others would think if I told Levi is being a jerk to me, because he is fine with everyone else. Maya is the only one who knows about it, so I’m kind of stuck.”

“Then just punch him,” he suggests making you laugh.

“I wish I could.”

“Want to talk about it? I would love to listen to you talk about how big of a dick your ex is and about your hatred towards him,” he tells you, way too excited about the topic and it makes you chuckle.

“Let’s not talk about him, I get enough of him all day. But not enough of you.”

It just slips out, way too cheesy than you intended it to be, but it makes him smile so you don’t mind it.

“Is this your way of being casual?” he chuckles softly.

“Shut up,” you grin. “Tell me about your day while I get ready to leave.”

You listen to Harry tell you about his day in the smallest details as you clean your face, brush your hair out and change into your own clothes, finally feeling like yourself again. You’re talking even when you’re already in the car, but that’s when it ends.

“Talk tomorrow, Angel?” he murmurs, now lying in his bead, propped up against the headboard without a shirt on.

“Yeah. I’ll be off around five so just call me whenever your show is over.”

“Will do. Take care, alright? And… just hang on a little longer.”

“A little?” you huff. “There are still two more months to go.”

“You can do it. Text me whenever you want to talk, alright?” You just quietly nod, ignoring the ache in your chest. You want nothing else than to crawl into bed with him, curl up against him and never leave from under the covers.

“Good night, Angel,” he smiles sweetly.

“Night, H,” you sigh before ending the call.

An hour later you are already in your hotel room, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe, lying in bed as you scroll through Instagram, aimlessly opening posts here and there. The explore page is always a mess, you like so many different things that Instagram sometimes can’t decide what to show you, but that’s just how you like it. Lately it’s been a lot of Harry on there, given the fact that you’ve often found yourself lurking photos of him when you were missing him more than the usual.

When a paparazzi photo comes up of him from yesterday, having lunch with Kendall Jenner you can’t help but feel the jealousy ignite a fire inside you. It’s not like you didn’t know they met up, he told you a week before it and even asked if you are cool with it, to which you said that you are not an official item and you’d never tell him not to see a friend, even if it happens to be an ex as well. After all, you were the last one to throw a stone at him since you are now working with yours, even if it’s a living Hell.

But after such a draining day, seeing him have a good time so far away from you with a woman who is not you, your opinion about the situation seems to be different.

You’ve never been that extremely jealous type and you are also very much aware that you have no right to feel this way, but… you do. Scrolling through the few paparazzi photos that has nothing odd on them, just the two of them sitting at a table on a terrace, enjoying their meal and then leaving in separate cars, you can’t help but tear them apart to the tiniest detail, your brain fixated to find the smallest thing that tell you that they have something more than friendship going on, when you also know damn well sure that there’s no such thing. Harry has talked to you openly about his friendship with Kendall, how they tried to make it work two times but both of them ended up the same way: they realized they are far better as just friends and that’s how they’ve been since then.

But because of the distance, your horrible days with Levi and your agonizing feelings about wanting to be with Harry but also not being able to, you find yourself letting out a silent cry as you close the app, but the pictures still haunt you.

Before you could even think twice, you are kneeling in front of the minibar you haven’t touched since you arrived, but now you’re determined to empty it out, paying extra attention to the alcoholic drinks.

You are well aware that it’s not how you should be coping with the situation on hand, but you don’t know what else to do. You were the one who told Harry not to make things official, there’s nothing you can do against the distance between the two of you and you are stuck with Levi for the rest of filming as well. You have no other choices but to somehow dumb the pain that’s been torturing you silently ever since you found out you got the role.

It’s nerve wrecking, because this role means so much to your career, you know it’s your big chance to be finally taken as seriously as you’ve always dreamed about, but does it worth it? If you lose yourself along the way and everything that’s been making you happy lately, does it still worth just to have an Oscar nomination, which is not even guaranteed, just a speculation.

It’s past one am when you run out of drinks, but because of the small portions, you are just buzzing, not really drunk. But it’s enough to make you lose your rationality and snatch your phone from the bed and open your text threat with Harry.

“I miss you. A lot, like a whole lot.”

You send the text before you could change your mind and for your biggest surprise the status changes to seen just a few moments later before the three little dots start dancing on the bottom.

“I miss you too, Angel. Everything alright?”

Harry knows you too well, you wouldn’t just text after you’ve talked on FaceTime before and you’re usually asleep by this time, since filming starts early in the morning usually.

“Do you really miss me?” you write back with a heavy sigh.

“You can’t even imagine how much…”

“Tell me. How much?”

“I’ve written three songs about you since we parted. Does that tell you how much I miss you?”

“Oh fuck!” you choke out, feeling your chest tightening. You don’t want to be in this hotel room anymore, damn the movie, Levi and the Oscar, you need Harry. Now.

“Can’t wait to hear them all.”

“There’ll be plenty more, Angel. Get ready for a whole album!”

The pictures with Kendall are long forgotten. Now you’re just lying in bed, rereading the texts over and over again until your eyelids get too heavy and you fall asleep, still clinging onto the device.

 ***

 After years of being an independent and strong woman you’ve always aspired to be, you find yourself only focusing on two men to keep your nerves stable enough to stop you from breaking down every other day: Oscar and Harry.

The possibility to win an Oscar is what you think of every time Levi is pulling on your nerves, working harder than the devil to make you burst while acting like a saint in front of everyone. His attempts of ruining your days every imaginable are getting worse as the time passes and when thinking about the Oscar doesn’t help, you reach out to Harry. You’ve felt terribly at the beginning when you kept calling him whenever you felt like screaming after an encounter with Levi, even apologized for it, but he made sure you know he doesn’t mind it, not even the tiniest bit.

“I’m happy I’m the one you come to for comfort. I like that you’re thinking about me,” he told you one night when you called him so late, but he still answered.

Today has been extra hard. Two weeks have passed since your little late night breakdown when you emptied your mini bar out and felt like leaving Atlanta as soon as possible. Luckily, the morning came with an ease, though the pain was still there, you just managed to bottle it up enough to make you keep going.

You’ve been on set since 4 in the morning, having shot some scenes during sunrise and you’ve been going since then. Now it’s four pm, you are desperate for a good sleep already, but you still have some hours to go before you can head back to the hotel.

It seems like Levi has made it his mission to make you cry today. His latest favorite thing has been throwing shade about fellow actors who end up being the talk of gossip sites because they’ve dared to go on a public date with another celebrity. So, just to be clear, he is shaming you for being all over the tabloids, people are still speculating about you and Harry and Levi doesn’t hesitate to call you out about that in a sugarcoated way.

All he has been saying all day is “I guess I’m just more careful about my privacy!” or “Everyone is different, but I like to be noticed for my professional success!” but your favorite was “I get it that women need more effort to stay relevant.”

You were shocked how no one else realized how sexist he was, but deep down you weren’t that surprised. Levi successfully brainwashed everyone to make them believe he didn’t think it seriously, when you know for a fact that even if it was just to piss you off, he really meant it. You were once one of those who couldn’t really see how wrong his beliefs are and now you can’t believe you used to ignore all these sexist comments, but now they make your palms itch.

“You know, you once were just like that. I still remember us being on the covers,” you snapped back at him before everyone left for lunch and it was just the two of you, but he just snorted, brushing it off.

“Hated it. Always felt like just a toy they like to throw around.”

You needed all your self-control not to laugh right into his face and then jump at his throat. Instead, you just watch him walk away and you are quick to fetch your phone from your bag to text Harry, but then you realize that he hasn’t texted you back in the past ten hours. Your last four messages are sitting not just unanswered but unread as well so you talk yourself down from sending another one. It’s odd, because he always tells you when he is about to be busy, but he didn’t this time and you wonder if you’ve said or did something that upset him with you enough to stop talking to you. But then you tell yourself that something must have just come up.

“Hey girl!” Maya calls out for you, already dressed in her own clothes since she is done for the day. “I’m heading out to lunch with Timmy, want to join? Please don’t say you’ll just order in and stay in your trailer!”

“Only if Levi is not coming,” you grumble making her chuckle.

“Don’t worry, it’s just gonna be cool people.”

You both take your car to the little diner close to set, you’ve been going there quite often, they have the best pancakes and that’s exactly what you need right now. Timmy is already there sitting at a booth, waving at you happily. Aside from Maya, he is the other person you’ve been quite enjoying spending time with on set, he is a genuine guy and helped you a lot professionally which was a huge boost along this rocky way.

All through lunch you notice that he’s been checking his phone a lot, but you don’t think much of it, he is a busy guy, that you’ve learned already. It’s nice to have some time away from set and you’re thankful that Maya and Timmy are trying their best to make you forget about Levi and that eventually you have to head back.

The three of you return to set about an hour later. When the both of them stick to your side and they keep asking if you are going back to your trailer, you start to suspect something.

“You guys alright?” you ask with a chuckle. “Where else would I go? I still have thirty minutes from my break.”

“Just making sure,” Timmy shrugs. “We’ll walk you there!”

“Yeah! Let us walk to your trailer!” Maya nods in agreement and you give them a glare.

“You guys are weird,” you mumble under your breath.

As the three of you reach your trailer you notice how excited they are acting and you are confused about what’s really happening, but it’s just until you finally throw the door of your trailer open and gasp at the person waiting inside.

“Hello, Angel,” Harry smirks at you, leaning against the wall as you completely freeze.

“Angel! Oh my God!” you hear Maya squeak behind you, but you can’t pay much attention to her or Timmy, because you are busy throwing yourself into Harry’s arm, who envelopes you into his embrace, lifting you up from the ground.

“What are you doing here?” you breathe out, face buried in the crook of his neck.

“Should I not be here?” he jokes chuckling, his hands running up and down your back.

“Well, you are not supposed to, but I’m glad you are!” you chuckle and pulling back you kiss his lips, not able to hold yourself back.

“Thank your costars,” he mumbles nodding towards the door where Maya and Timmy are standing, grinning widely and proud of themselves.

“You guys did this,” you breathe out.

“Well, it was Maya’s idea, and then I was the one to message Harry,” Timmy admits, hiding his hands in his pockets. “Wanted to surprise you.”

“You surely succeeded,” you chuckle and turning back to Harry you hug him again, holding him tight as if he could vanish any moment.

“Alright, we’ll leave you two alone,” Maya chuckles before shutting the door and giving you some privacy.

“So how long are you staying?” you ask, arms circled around his neck.

“Unfortunately I don’t have much time. I need to fly out late tomorrow.”

“You came here for less than 48 hours?” you gasp in disbelief. He has been on the road for weeks now, all the traveling has been hard on him, that you know, yet he still went into the trouble of flying here for such a short time just to be with you.

“If Timothée didn’t reach out I would have still tried to mess around with my schedule to come here. I know how hard it has been for you here, I wanted to help you.”

“Stop or you’ll make me cry,” you chuckle, leaning in for another kiss.

You spend the rest of your break cuddled up on your tiny sofa in your trailer, talking but mostly kissing, because you’ve been missing Harry’s kisses the most probably. When it’s time to head back to set, you need everything in you not to lock the door and just never leave, but your work is calling.

Walking towards set you find yourself lacing your fingers together with Harry’s, to which he smirks at you in satisfaction. You couldn’t give less shit about that people will think the rumors are true, let them! All you want is to be as close to Harry as possible.

As everyone is slowly gathering back, you lounge around the buffet tables with Harry and Timothée, just genuinely having a good time, right until Levi walks in and he freezes upon seeing you with Harry.

At first you are convinced he’s going to come up to you, but luckily, he chooses to keep his distance this time, saving you some stress about what would go down if the two of them were to talk. Harry has definitely noticed his presence as well, but he doesn’t say a word, just holds your hand tight, kissing your knuckles.

Harry sticks around the whole afternoon, watching you film scene after scene and the excitement in his eyes is priceless. He takes every opportunity to praise your work and tell you how amazing you are doing and it means the world to you since it’s the first time Harry is seeing you working.

Through the afternoon, you can feel Levi’s burning glare on you, but you try your best to ignore it. You can tell he doesn’t like having Harry around but you haven’t figured out if it’s because he is jealous of you and him or because now Harry has all the attention he usually has. Either way, he is a petty fucker and you are enjoying pissing him off for once.

When filming finally finishes at six you are one of the first ones to head out, eager to finally be alone with Harry in your hotel room and not be disturbed for the night.

“I would say to pick up something to eat on our way, but maybe we should just order room service, how does that sound?” he asks as the two of you are walking back to your trailer.

“Room service is gonna be perfect,” you smile up at him, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Y/N!”

The voice calling out your name makes you growl in annoyance. The situation is all too familiar, Levi stopping you on your way back to your trailer with the pure intention of ruin your mood.

Oh for fuck’s sake,” you mumble under your breath before turning around. “What?” you snap back at him, clearly annoyed that he is here again.

“Hey, just… thought I would introduce myself to your friend over here,” he smiles as if it was the most natural thing, but you and Harry stand there, completely confused about how he can act so casual about him meeting Harry.

“I’m sorry, you what?” you question.

“Just wanted to meet Harry,” he tells again. “I’m Levi, nice to meet you,” he nods smiling, holding out his hand and you can’t hold your laughter back. Luckily, Harry is quick to react the best possible way.

“Are you really just gonna pretend like I didn’t hear you call Y/N a bitch the other day?” he asks, voice stern and surprisingly calm, however his hold on your hand is a little tighter now.

Seemingly, Levi is taken aback and you can tell he was convinced Harry wouldn’t bring it up straight to his face, but he did. He definitely just did and you are so happy about that.

“I’m, uhh—I don’t think you have any business in that, Harry,” he chuckles nervously, still trying to somehow dominate in the situation, but he is failing miserably.

“Oh, but I think I do. If you think you can just go around and call women bitches, you are in the wrong and if you ever have just one bad word for Y/N again, I’ll definitely won’t be this calm.”

The cherry on the top is the warm smile on Harry’s lips and your mouth hangs open at how bad he just burnt Levi. If you were alone now, you’d definitely jump his bones right away.

Watching Levi you see the exact moment when he drops the act and before he even opens his nasty mouth, you already know you’ll get another taste of his real self.

“What, you fuck her once and think she is the Queen of England who has to be treated with special care?” he scoffs and your stomach drops. Here he goes with the insults, buckle up!

“Excuse you?” Harry snaps back, clearly losing his patience with him.

“She is not that big of a deal, Styles. Might be a good fuck, but she is a fucking bitch in reality and you’ll see that soon.”

“I think it was just you who made her act that way and that’s entirely your fault, m’ friend. Anyone would be that way if they had to deal with you.”

“You know what? You two deserve each other, two low-life, attention seeker celebs, I just don’t get what people like so much about you. Especially about you,” he adds, eyes snapping to you. Your anger is boiling, he is dancing on your very last nerve and you have no idea how long you can last.

Harry then turns to you, a calm expression on his face, but his eyes tell you otherwise as he simply takes his rings off and places them into your palm, confusing you about what he is really doing.

“I’m sorry in advance, Angel,” he mumbles before taking a step towards Levi and with a simple but graceful move, he punches your scumbag ex.

You gasp as you hear Levi’s groan, his hands flying to his face while Harry shakes his fist off with a heavy sigh.

“Oh fuck, this feels better with a glove on,” Harry breathes out, taking a step back.

“You fucker!” Levi spats as he straightens up. He moves his hand from his face, checking it to see if he is bleeding, but it’s just some redness on his cheek.

“Don’t freak out, princess. You’ll just have to sit some more in the makeup. But Swear to God if you ever speak about her that way,” Harry warns him pointing at him, “You won’t be able to fix it with some powder.”

And with that, Harry grabs your hand and pulls you into the trailer, leaving a shocked and raged out Levi outside. As soon as it’s just the two of you, Harry changes from the confident, protective man to a frightened little puppy as he looks at you.

“I’m so sorry, but I just couldn’t take it any longer. The way he was talking about you and I—“

He doesn’t get to finish because our lips shut him up with the most heated and passionate kiss you two have ever shared. It’s hard and messy, your fingers thread through his hair as he grabs your waist forcefully, yanking you against her tightly.

“That was literally the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” you pant against his lips.

“Yeah? So you’re not mad?”

“I’m only mad because you got to punch him before me,” you chuckle making him laugh as well.

“God, I have no idea how you could put up with him this long,” he breathes out, resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m convinced that my nerves are made out of steel,” you joke pecking his lips two more times.

“I don’t even see how you could be in a relationship with him in the first place,” he huffs.

“I was younger and dumber. Don’t worry, learned my lesson,” you laugh, cupping his cheek in the palm of your hand, running your thumb along the soft skin under his eye.

“If I’m being honest, there’s one more thing that’s upsetting me about him.”

“And what is that?”

“Please don’t get mad at me though, okay?” he chuckles softly.

“Just tell me!”

“I’m mad… because he is able to say that he has been in a relationship with you and I’m not. It’s pissing me off, properly,” he admits and your heart skips a beat. “I know you said you don’t want anything official, but I just want to call you mine and—“

You cut him off for the second time now as you kiss him again, grinning against his lips. If he didn’t bring this up now, you would have for sure before he left, because there was no way you would have been able to say goodbye to him again without having all strings tied.

“Just to be sure, was this your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?” you smirk, your hands holding onto the base of his neck.

“Kind of? Yeah,” he chuckles softly.

“Alright, cool. Now let’s go back to my hotel room, boyfriend.”

You watch as his eyes light up and leaning down he kisses you again.

“Just so we are on the same page, was this your way of saying yes?”

“Kind of, yeah,” you nod, using his own words.

“Great. Okay, let’s go, girlfriend.”

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