#subjecting myself to this break bc of a writing slump

[yenonnoff]

YEN 😔😔 JUST WANTED TO SAY I MISS U SO MUCH I hope your break is going well!! but sometime I feel like something is missing with your notifs </33 I can't wait for u to come back ily!!!

NESSSS 😭😭😭😭 ILYY I MISS U LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER OMG and my break is going fine 💔 i miss being here and posting though! hopefully be back soon so u wont feel like smth is missing anymore 😔😔

[girlboypersonthingy]

ONE MORE BC THE LAST ONE WAS SO CUTE- like jinx and vi’s gf overworks herself and they nag her while she’s sick but still ended up babying here and being soft 🥺🙏

Whaaaat? Only one more? Plz request as much as you want! It’ll take me a bit to write it but I’m obsessed with all the requests I’ve been getting omfggggg 🥹 dude also I’m SOOOOO sorry this took me forever to get to, I’m so busy…but thanks for the ask! This was so cute to write AH ENJOY~

JINX 🦋

You were startled from your seated and slumped over position by the door slamming open. As you turn in your seat, you’re greeted by an angry faced Jinx. “What the hell are you doing, (Y/N)?” She watches as you lift the goggles off your face and onto your head, her hands on her hips and a frown on her lips. There’s a sheepish smile on your bright red face as she begins to stomp her way over to you. “I’m working on that-“ She’s quick to interrupt you. “No, actually! You’re sick and you’re supposed to be in bed right now.” “I’m not sick anymore.”

With a frustrated sigh, Jinx presses her hand against your forehead and glares at you soon after. “You’re bright red and you’re burning hot.” You take the chance to distract her and change the subject. “Ooh, so you think I’m hot, huh?” This causes her to turn bright red as well, a small smirk now replacing her frown. “Psshh, yeah you’re like super hot- WAIT! Don’t change the subject! Get your butt in your room and in bed right now or I’ll have to drag you there kicking and screaming.” Her frown is back but she’s still blushing at the flirting that just took place between you.

Reluctantly, you stand and begin trudging towards your room with Jinx following right behind you. “Babe, really, I’m fine. I’m feeling so much-“ “Nonononono, shush. Just keep walking.” She gently pushes your back with just one finger, skipping behind you now. She’s so cute when she’s all concerned about you like this, it always makes your heart swell. Once in your room, Jinx slams the door behind you guys and suddenly her hands are all in your clothes.

“Whoa whoa! I know you think I’m super hot but Jesus…” This pulls a small giggle from her as she shakes her head at you. “I’m getting you in some comfy clothes, you perv!��� Now you’re laughing too. She helps you change and you can’t help but notice how soft and slow and patient she is being with you right now, this is so unlike the Jinx you know. She’s slow as she pulls your top off and she is careful as she helps you remove your shoes. Her hands move with a graceful purpose as she pulls the thin shirt over your head. “I’m just sick, not injured…I can dress myself, Jinx.” Now she’s giving you a playful glare. “I thought you said you weren’t sick anymore.” You simply roll your eyes in response before she grabs your hand and pulls you towards the bed.

You quickly crawl under the covers and take a deep breath in, exhaling loudly as you close your eyes. It surprises you a bit to feel the covers lifted up and as you turn to look behind you, Jinx is also half dressed now and climbing in next to you. You scoot away from her a bit. “Noooo, I’m gonna get you sick.” “So?” “And don’t you have work to do?” “No.” You decide it’s probably best to stop arguing because she’s already spooning you now, her chest pressed against your back, her breath drifting across the nape of your neck, your butt up against her thighs.

After a minute of her holding you tightly like this, she eventually breaks the silence. “Thanks.” You’re confused now. “For what?” It takes her a second to respond. “For finally resting. You worry me sometimes.” And now you’re not sure what to say next. You never want to worry her. Geez, maybe you really should start taking better care of yourself.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry-“ She shushes you and scoots herself even closer to you. “Shut up and just take a nap with me. Gosh, you talk too much.” You’re acting as if you’re offended but also you can’t hold back your laugh. “You’re one to talk.” “I said shut up!” You’re still laughing, even harder now but you decide you should probably listen to her before she tries to hug you any tighter. You’re kind of having trouble breathing right now but there’s no where else you’d rather be than right here.

VI 💘

“Excuse me.” You look up from the floor at your pink haired partner, noticing the angry look on her face. “Yes?” You respond plainly as you try to catch your breath and watch as she crosses her arms. “Why are you not in bed?” “I’m training. You’re the one who said I need to train more and learn to protect myself better.” Vi furrows her brows at you and shakes her head. “Yeah but not when you’re sick.” As you stand to meet her gaze, she just watches you with an annoyed expression. “But I’m feeling better. Really, I’m fine.” You weren’t really feeling better but you wouldn’t admit that to her. You didn’t need to, she could tell you were lying.

She doesn’t even bother to argue with you and instead she grabs your wrist and begins dragging you to your room. “Vi, please. I’m not a child, I don’t-“ “Well you’re acting like one.” You gasp in surprise at her harsh words. “I am not! I’m fine, I swear!” She’s silent now as she pushed the door to your room open, still firmly grasping your wrist. You’re kind of frustrated with her but you’re also very flattered that she’s so concerned about you.

“Vi-“ “Shush.” You finally obey, staying quiet now as she pulls some more comfy clothes out of your closet and tosses them on the bed. Without even being asked, you begin changing right in front of Vi and you can’t help but notice her staring. “Like what you see?” You don’t even need to look at her, but you taunt her with a cheeky smile as she crosses her arms again. She’s trying not to smile but she’s failing miserably. “Shut. Up. I’m just making sure you don’t run off when my back is turned. I don’t trust you.” You stop what you’re doing and look over at her with wide eyes and a pout. “Wow! You don’t trust me?” She chuckles softly and finally looks away from you. “Not right now, I don’t. Just hurry up and get in bed. Don’t make me come pick you up.”

That’s something Vi always uses as a threat- if you don’t do what she wants you to do, she’ll just come pick you up and carry you along as you complain the whole time. You secretly love it…and so does she.

Once you’re changed, instead of getting straight into bed, you walk over to Vi and offer her a small smile. “Get out of here. I know you’ve got shit to do. I promise I’ll stay here and rest, okay?” She returns the sweet smile as she gentle rests her bandaged hands on your shoulders. “The only shit I’ve got to do right now is take care of you.” Now you’re smiling even bigger, your cheeks slowly turning red. “You’re gonna stay with me? What if I get you sick too?” Vi pretty much ignores you as she sits on the edge of the bed and begins pulling her boots off. You watch her as she stands and yanks her pants off before crawling up into your sheets.

“You coming?” She asks as she shimmies under the blanket and then holds it open for you to join her. Your face feels hot and tingly, like you might pass out and you’re not sure if it’s because you really aren’t feeling good or if it’s because Vi is in her underwear in your bed and she actually wants to cuddle you right now. Either way, you try to ignore the feeling as you fumble your way in next to her. She laughs softly at your flustered state as she wraps her arms around you and pulls your head to lay on her chest. Naturally, as you lay on your stomach, one arm falls over her waist.

“Damn, you’re burning up.” She tosses the blanket off of you two and sighs. “You need to take better care of yourself, (Y/N). You’re gonna work yourself to the grave pretty soon if you don’t take a break every now and then. You’re pushing it too hard.” You’re surprised to hear this from her, she often pushes herself too hard and never takes a day off. As if she could read your mind right now, she continues with “I know I push myself too hard. But…Do as I say, not as I do.” This makes you laugh softly against her and you’re closing your eyes now. “I just…I worry about you. You deserve to rest.”

You’re pretty much speechless now, this is the most calm and gentle she’s ever been with you and you both wish this moment could last forever. After a minute or so, you clear your throat because speaking. “Sorry…” Vi hugs you a little firmer before kissing the top of your head. She doesn’t respond to your apology, instead she sighs again, more of a content and relieved sigh this time. “And thanks…” Your voice is just above a whisper now. Vi doesn’t respond and as you tilt your head to look up at her, you notice her eyes are closed too but she’s smiling so hard right now.

[bobtheacorn]

I've decided your tags on that post about Leo not being anyone's favorite brother are the only take I will be accepting from here on out. Galaxy brained and honestly very in character for all of them lol.

tags from this: #leo is actually Everyone's favorite brother they just all insist that he isn't bc he would be Insufferable if he found out #april asking 'whos your favorite bro' in pre-lair game interviews and don mike and raph instinctively going #'leo - WAIT I MEAN [other brother]' April being like Mhm *writing that down*. donnie makes her sign an nda

Thanks I made myself sad about it actualy dslfkjskldf

-

"Who's your favorite brother?" April asks.

Mikey answers at once, cheerfully:

"Leo." He realizes what he's said as soon as it's out of his mouth, while April is gleefully jotting the answer down on her interview notepad, her phone balanced in her other hand, recording an audio file for redundancy's sake; Mikey looks at her pleadingly, clapping both hands together. "Don't tell 'im I said that, April! I'll never live it down! Especially with the Games comin' up!"

"My lips are sealed!" she promises.

-

"Who's your favorite brother?"

"Leo," Raph says - and then laughs nervously when he actually processes the question, slumping back on the bench and folding his arms like he's trying to hide something, avoiding eye contact, "I mean! Mikey! No, no - Donnie! I mean - Raph loves all of his brothers equally…!"

"I didn't ask which one you loved more," April clarifies with amusement, rolling her eyes, "I asked which one's ya favorite. Big difference!"

"Raph doesn't have favorites," Raph asserts, "And if he did, it definitely wouldn't be Mister Always Rubs His Five Years of Victory in Our Faces!"

"Uhuh," April says, circling something in her notebook.

-

"Donnie, who's your favorite brother?"

"I refuse to answer on the grounds that anything I say can be used against me - "

"Donnie. This is a for-fun Pre-Lair Games interview."

".....Are our answers confidential?"

"Exclusively for my eyes only! I'm not gonna publicly display your answers on the fridge or anything."

"Sigh. Obviously it's Leo." Obviously, April thinks, trying to suppress her fond smile so Donnie doesn't see it and suddenly become allergic to his own Emotions. She busies herself with her notebook while Donnie pushes back and forth in his gamer chair, fingers steepled in front of him like a super villain. "He has the most consistent pro-to-con ratio, if only marginally - though that is subject to change in the next month, what with the Lair Games coming up."

"Obviously," April says, waving a hand.

Donnie narrows his eyes at her.

-

"Who's your favorite brother?"

"Aha, a trick question," Leo says smugly, "You'll have to get up earlier in the day to pull that one over on ole Leon."

"I'm not pullin' anything," April laughs.  "I'm askin' all you guys the same questions! Just tryin' t'think of some fun little headliners for the interviews and stuff, y'know? All in good fun. Now answer the question!"

"Uuh-huh. Well, it depends on the day of the week, I guess," Leo evades, shrugging.

He's playing with some fidget toy in his lap, allowing it to distract him. April is perched on the arm of the chair beside him, so she can't see his face. She folds one of her legs over the other, notepad balanced on her thigh while she taps out a rhythm with the mechanical pencil.

She can't help but tease him.

"Wanna guess who said Leo was their fav?"

She's not really gonna tell him. (That would break her NDAs.) And what it would do to his ego, she doesn't like to think - but she expects him to guess correctly, anyway. She's fully prepared to brush him off and play a little game of as if. But Leo chuckles and braces his feet on the opposite arm of the chair, pushing his shell briefly back into April's side, and says brightly, "Oh I guarantee you, I am nobody's fav. I'm too magnificent! They hate me cuz they ain't me."

Now that catches April off guard.

"Excuse me?"

Leo curls the fidget toy into his palm to touch his fingers, counting off, "Raph and Donnie both probably picked Mikey - and who can blame them, he's got all of us wrapped around his adorable little baby brother fingers. But if they picked each other, it's because Donnie actually shows up the most for Raph's missions because he loves having a Schedule, and because Raph always lets Donnie infodump at him because he likes listening to someone talk. And I know Mikey picked Donnie, because Raph always tries to smother-hen him."

"Uhuh," April says, uncertain about how she's feeling right now. This was supposed to be for laughs, but she's not laughing. Sharply, she adds, "Are you playin' with me right now?"

"I would never!" Leo says, scandalized by the very idea. He flicks the fidget toy so it swirls between his fingers, and he chuckles. "But I'm gonna play those losers like a Kazoo during the next Lair Games! What's the next question, Apricot??"

April taps her eraser against the notebook.

She doesn't have one ready.

.

[rodolfoparras]

I hope your birthday was fruitful, Sir Alec. I've thought of you often while I have been away. It's become quite troublesome to come up with what to write, seems like I've hit a creative impasse which is why I've been absent.

You're writings are always something I look forward to, regardless of what they may pertain. They're very insightful and provide new outlooks to certain subjects and matters.

On another note, I think the time to make myself known is nearing. With a hefty amount of my silly rambles, as I previously hoped to accumulate, I hope they will offer you some entertainment.

Take care, Sir Alec. Remember to drink and eat plenty throughout your day, with some much needed rest at the end of it.

-Гора (until then I'll try to finish up the last chapters of 'the silent patient')

It was a very lovely birthday sugar bee mostly because I received a gift that meant the world to little old me🥹 also it genuinely seems like all of us are in a writing slump I wonder what it depends on. Is it bc everyone’s on summer break so there aren’t many ideas to bounce off of 😭 either way I hope we all can get to creating again🫶🏻

Sugar bee you’re too sweet! Thank you so much for your kind words I really appreciate them! I think this is the fanciest way someone has said they like my piss fics! But either way I’m happy to have shown you a glimpse of it!

Well hello!! That sounds exciting sugar bee!! I can’t wait to read your lovely fics!! You make sure to take care of yourself as well!! And have a lovely day/ night angel!!

[everafterkeiji]

yay!! ok, so i was thinking, itadori, konoha (or kageyama if u don’t write for konoha!), & bakugou (and any others if u want!) with an s/o who prefers to write everything they feel instead of saying it (or maybe to sum it up, an introvert s/o but personally i don’t think u have to be an introvert to feel comfortable with writing ur feelings down instead of saying it out loud) bc i like to do that a lot more than talking it out. not that i’m trying to hold it in but i’m not much of a talker irl in the first place and it feels like i have a lot more freedom writing stuff down (jeez, i didn’t mean for this to get personal *smh and sigh*) but uh yeah :-) of course take ur time with this, hell, delete if u don’t have any inspo or if u don’t feel comfortable but thank u for letting me request something as such if u do write it <33

i can actually relate to that! i personally like being able to express myself with words much more than voicing it out but thank you so much for requesting (i also included a few characters cuz i feel like they suited this so i hope thats ok!!), ily mwah <3

𝐇𝐐, 𝐌𝐇𝐀, & 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

PAIRINGS: HQ, MHA, & JJKS BOYS x gn! reader

GENRE: fluff, comfort

⟡ 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 notices the slump in your shoulders and the rather tiresome expression in your eyes. As much as he wanted to approach you, he contemplated hard on the his decisions. He definitely didn't want to add onto your possible headache or stress you out with his constant bugging. While he sits in his class, he can only admire you from afar as you write away—busied by your writing to ever listen to the lesson anyway.

Even you could feel Yuji's consistent glance at the times where the teacher was occupied by writing on the board. You didn't mean to worry him to such an extent but no certain words could express the way this heavy feeling was weighing down on you. The only energy left for you to do was let the pen It it's way to your emotions, jotting down every twist of your sudden despondence. By the time the bell had rung signalling you for a break, you noticed Itadori had his head down while you slip the letter underneath his arms.

As the others left, you reached for the chair in front of him while you watch him carefully read the letter that was filled with your emotions along with a little apology for making him worry. "Why are you sorry?" He asks softly, scooting his seat a little closer to you. "I hate making you worry." You answered him but he only smiles, understanding your thoughts as he pats your head.

"I'll always think about you first so worrying about you is not a problem to me."

⟡ 𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐇𝐀 wonders why you grew quiet by the end of practice but even as he watches you while you helped the team, you didn't look like you were mad at him or at anyone. Even so, he could feel how drained you were just by the way your head rests on his shoulder. The team sees how exhausted you were and even went their way to grab their own beverages and lift their own baskets which was what you usually do. "I'll just get some snacks." You excused yourself before leaving but a letter falls out of your pocket the moment you stood up. Once you left, Konoha picks up the letter as his eyes scan over the piece of paper filled with your sudden drifts in emotion and the exhaustion that never seems to leave.

He read how frustrated you were in terms of the exam and how a few subjects have been bugging you as well as the lack of sleep you receive. He sighs but once he sees the little line that says how you didn't want to show how much it affected because you didn't want to drag him along with your problem, he only wanted for you to return so he could embrace you.

The moment you entered the gym, snacking on the chips you got from the vending machine, Konoha walks right up to you with a hand to your head. "Why don't we rest at my house later? Exams are up but I think we've gone through too much lately, so you up for it bub?" He asks, the genuine care for you immensely showing when his hand cascades down to your shoulder while you felt as if those were the words you've longed to hear since the last week. "Of course." You answered before he pulls you with him, your head buried in his chest while he sighs in relief.

"Even if you don't talk it out with me, I promise you it's okay. So don't stress over something without me, okay?"

⟡ 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 hums in comfort while his hands rake though your hair. He skims through the pages of the book while you scrolled on your phone. His eyes glance over to the table to see a folded piece of paper while he casually reaches for it as you paid no attention to it. You only turned your phone off before fully leaning to his side with his hand snaking around your waist while he reads the letter.

The moment he sees his name written on it, a small smile falls upon him the more he reads through your scribbles of adoration for him. There's also a growing heat to his cheeks as his heart feeds off your words describing how thankful you were to have him and how loving him had been the best experience you've had. He knew you were more comfortable in letting written sentences translate the emotions that you were having and he loved it more now that you expressed it in a beautiful way. After reading the remaining lines, Akaashi lands a kiss to your hair once he acknowledged your sleepy state.

"I love you." He whispers while you press your own lips to his chest right at the position of his heart. "I love you more, Keiji." He smiles, almost as if it'd never be able to leave him.

"I know you do."

⟡ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 would figure you out majority of the times but maybe you were just good with not settling for your emotions to bottle up. Though he recently noticed you with your head locked on a notebook, just writing blurbs of your thoughts and rooms for improvement. He hasn't had a clue of whatever you were writing though, he figured you were just doodling instead of listening to Aizawa. He knows you were comfortable with letting him read through your stuff but he sometimes feel as if it was a mistake to be curious to the point if he just borrows your notebook to read them all.

"You're always too busy with that notebook. What shit are you up to anyway?" He asks, almost a scoff leaving his lips when he finds you all alone just at the entrance of the dorm late at night. "I just like to take a breather here. You too, Katsuki?" You turned to him while he just sits a few inches beside you. He doesn't want to edge on the topic of how curious he was or was he willing to show how zoned out you were from a few classes. When he sees how you open the notebook, he sneaks a peak to see a bunch of paragraphs making him grow even more eager.

"For someone who doesn't talk as much, you sure use a shit ton of paper." He said while you turned to him chuckling. "You're right but I'm just not really good with voicing out whatever I'm feeling. I thought writing it was the best option for me." You explained but you were surprised he paid attention to a mere second you left it open.

"Pft, if you're actually smart then some dumbass is willing to listen to whatever you have to say." He mutters as you turned to him confused but by his tone, you figured he meant it as comfort even if a few words would've meant different things. "I know you're willing to listen, Katsuki." You said with a soft smile.

"Took you long enough to know, shithead."

⟡ 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 has always respected you and took you as one of the most important person he's ever had. He was always thankful to see you support him in every aspect, training with him then comforting him at times his insecurities resurface. He loved that about you and all he wanted to do was do the same to you, hopefully with a greater amount just to show you how much he appreciates you.

Recently he's just noticed how you would usually sleep earlier than the rest of them after dinner and he worries if training has brought you to your limits at a daily. So when he knocks on your door after dinner, he was ready to ease you into rest if that was your problem. "It's open!" You screamed with your stomach flat onto the bed while your boyfriend enters.

"Hey Kiri, you okay?" You asked him when you saw the furrow in his eyebrows and the pout to his lips. He closed the door before sitting on your bed, glancing at your open notebook. "I'm okay but what about you love? Are you tired or any other problem you're having?" He asks, a hand to your cheek softly caressing your skin making you smile. You sat up before wrapping your arms around his waist catching him by surprise. "I'm sorry for not letting you know any sooner but you can read my notebook, I promise it's okay." You allowed him to browse through the pages while he nods, before leaning to the bedframe and scanning through your handwriting as you remained to his side.

"Bub—hey thank you for allowing me to read this." He whispers while he leans his head on your head just to feel you. "I'm happy you're still comfortable to let me know how you feel. No matter what way you want to express to me, I'll be here. You're important to me so even if it takes a lot of letters, I'll read them all." Kirishima says making you smile as you land a peck to his cheek while he blushes.

"Thank you, Eiji."

[late-nightdevil]

i’m lonely, part two

read part one here

Warnings: crappy smut, you have been warned

Summary: loosely based of the song “fuck, i’m lonely” by lauv ft. anne-marie or where Calum dumped Brooklyn and now neither of them are happy, part two

Authors Note: honestly this is shit and i’m sorry but i’m trying to get back into writing and practice makes perfect right?? requests & feedback are openly welcome!!

It was excruciatingly horrible seeing him. I couldn’t think straight for a good hour afterwards, and to be honest, I’m not even sure how I got home. All I’m sure of is that I threw up as soon as I got out the back door and Luke was there to console me. Next thing I know, I’m sitting alone on my couch, wearing nothing but the flannel and a near-empty wine bottle in my hand.

It was a red wine I’ve drank just a few times before, but this time it seemed sour to my tongue. As inebriated as I am, flashbacks of my first sip of any alcoholic drink appear in my head as if it were yesterday and not years ago. Cal had insisted I would enjoy it, despite my initial reaction to the harsh scent. Of course I shared the bottle with him, finishing each drop, just like he said I would. The delectable flavors of the grape would never compare to anything else I tasted afterwards; a strong dislike grew for all other variations. Until the effect became more important than the flavor.

My thoughts began to drift deeper into memories that I wanted to stay buried. Quickly turning on the television, Friends rescued me from a downward spiral that I was sure to stumble upon.

It’s one of my favorite episodes and I recognized it immediately. I’ve watched the show more times than I can count, and the sight of Rachel jumping on Ross’ back as he’s on the phone is a scene I’ve come to love. The episode progresses, and once it nears the end, I hold my breath.

The amount of tension in the coffee house as Ross and Rachel go back and forth brings me to the edge of my seat. Despite the argument, the amount of admiration they have for one another shines through the dark room. When Ross comes back and Rachel opens the door, I let my breath go, and they share a kiss that’s been built up for the last nine years of their not-so-relationship.

I had that love. And it was taken away from me.

I down the rest of the bottle before pulling out my phone, typing in the number that I memorized a long time ago. The deletion of his contact was symbolic, but I knew it never really mattered.

The message box stays blank for a second as I internally debate whether or not he’s changed his number. He probably did, as to not be contacted by his ex girlfriend that he wanted nothing to do with. Frankly, it’s better this way; it’s like writing a letter and not addressing it. Either the messages stay in the “Not Delivered” limbo, or some poor random person is about to be subjected to my drunk texts. Oh well.

To (310) 825-1217

Fuck you cal

Fuck you for making me feel like shit

I’ve been doing fine

It’s been almost 2 years and you just ?? show up ??

“Favor for a friend” how many other favors do you do for her, calum?

How many other girls do you do favors for?

Fuck you man

While you’re out doing “favors” I’m sitting here watching our favorite show, sulking bc seeing you destroyed me

Do you still even watch friends? Or did you change that about yourself too?

I miss you cal

Miss who you were I guess

The calum that would come over at any hour of the night, bringing whatever I was craving bc somehow you always knew

And we’d stay up all night talking and watching crappy movies

Life by myself fucking sucks

Fuck

I’m lonely

The last text gets sent and I slumped back against the couch, feeling slightly better that I got the tension out. Every message went through, I’m sure someone will be enjoying my mental breakdown when they wake up.

My screen flashes as I pick up the phone again, a bright “2:45” appears and I groan internally. As I go to lay flat on the couch, a soft knock on my door sends my nerves haywire. Before I could stop myself, the numbers “911” are typed into the keypad and my finger stayed over the call button. My other hand grabs the metal baseball bat sitting near the door as a second set of knocks erupt, a bit more force this time. I stand on my tiptoes to see out the peephole to no avail, my something dark is blocking it.

Just as I’m about to press the call button, a whisper of a voice calls out my name, for the second time tonight.

“Brooke, let me in, please. I know you’re awake.”

Shit. Shit, shit shit shit shit shit shit.

I go back to the messages and the read receipt is time stamped just a few minutes ago. He still had the same number. Because the universe just seems to adore me tonight.

I toss my phone on the couch but keep the bat in hand before slowly unlocking and opening the door. His disheveled appearance throws me off slightly, a blue stain adorned his shirt while his eyes had dark patches underneath them, he must be as tired as my mind felt. His watchful stare wandered down my body, barely shielded by the short and thin material of the flannel he saw earlier tonight.

“Brooke, I- is that a bat?” He pointed at the metal weapon as his eyes grew wide. “Were you gonna beat me with the bat?”

A laugh elicited itself from my lips as I shook my head. “Not you per-se, just whoever was behind my door at three in the morning.” I leaned it against the wall near the door, easy access for next time. “What are you doing here Cal?”

“I need to talk to you, Brooke. I, I.. uh, shit.” His nerves were getting the best of him, the way he grabbed the back of his neck was a good indicator.

“C’mon, come inside. It’s cold.” He followed me in, locking the door for me as I took a seat on the couch. “Get yourself some water or something.” His footsteps went into the kitchen, allowing myself to calm my own nerves for a moment.

He’s here, in my apartment. Calum Hood is here and is nervous about talking to me.

He returned quickly with two bottles, handing me one, which I quickly began to drink. I think this is something I should be sober for.

“First, uh, I think you should know. That girl, at the party,” he was talking slow, calculated, knowing the wrong thing would make this end quicker than last time, “she’s absolutely nothing to me. A friend of a friend that helped me a while back, when we first broke up actually, with keeping me busy-“

“Stop, please, I can’t listen to that-“

“No! No, not like that. Just brought me out into group events and shit, nothing like that.” His warm hand was on my knee before I knew it, rubbing small, comforting circles into my skin. It felt so nice. “I haven’t actually been with anyone seriously since you.”

My eyes rolled without my control. “So you break my heart for a selfish reason, and don’t even follow through? Are you shitting me Calum? Do you know how much pain you put me through?” I could feel my blood boiling at this point. Would I have preferred him being with other people?

Eyebrows scrunched together, his words came out with confusion. “I thought you’d be happy? I couldn’t do it, Brooke. All I could think about was you. I changed classes, my friend groups, everything to try and prove that I needed to be with someone else. Our relationship scared me. It was so perfect, and I didn’t want to be there when it crumbled. Saying that out loud now I realize how fucking dumb I am.” I take in his words, each one breaking down another wall inside me. His body shifted on the couch, moving closer to me until his hands held mine. “I deserve every ounce of hatred you feel towards me. I know there are feelings and memories we can’t go back to, but I think about them all the time. Think about you all the time.”

I was at a loss of words, so he continued. “Remember at the beginning of our relationship, after being friends for so long, it was so hard for me to try to smoothly make a move on you. Every time we were alone, I would debate back and forth if it was okay to kiss you. I would spend hours on the couch with you, inching closer every chance I got.”

His hand tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, neither of us breaking eye contact. His voice lowered in tone each word. I couldn’t take it. “I remember. So many times I wished you would’ve just kissed me, touched me, something.” I looked down at our hands, seeming to have minds of their own, both rubbing circles on the other. “I tried so hard to get over you.”

“That’s the thing, Brooke. I realized very quickly that I didn’t want to get over you, but you deserved space. I was a shitty, selfish person who left the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I left you to be with other people, but I’m more lonely now than ever before.”

I try to process his words as they come at me, but my emotions are overflowing. “Why didn’t you come after me, Calum? Once you realized you fucked up?” Tears brimmed my eyelids as I looked up at him. He reached forward and wiped a single tear as soon as it dropped.

“Because I’m a fucking idiot. I’m so sorry, baby girl.”

That’s it. That’s all I needed to hear. A sincere apology from his lips was more than I could have ever asked for. There was only one way to express how I felt right now.

One last look into his watchful eyes and my hands reached up, grasping his shirt, pulling him towards me until our lips connected. The smooth, plump feeling comforted me instantly. This felt so, so right.

It was only a matter of moments before he came to his senses, taking quick control over the situation. One hand moved to my lower back as the other held him up against the couch, slowly laying me down. Our situation grew heated, what was mere kissing was now lip biting and a fight for dominance. Like nothing had changed.

His kisses traveled from my lips down to my neck, slowly dragging his tongue to trace the pattern. Usually I would love every second of this, but I didn’t want teasing tonight. We both had a lot of built up tension to take care of.

I pushed against his chest, his face contorted into confusion until I climbed onto his lap. His shirt came off with ease and I couldn’t help but bring my lips to his collar bones. I scatter small love bites across his neck and upper chest, eager to claim him once again. The moans erupting from his lips edge me on until his hips buck up against mine. The hardened member underneath me causes me to gasp, and he liked it. One hand came up to the back of my neck, pulling me in to kiss again as the other began to unbutton my - well, his - shirt.

Before I knew it, the cloth fell off my shoulders, and he pulled back. “Fuck, baby..” His eyes couldn’t meet mine, too preoccupied with the sight in front of him. “You’re so gorgeous, I missed you so much.”

I crashed my lips against his, not being able to comprehend the words I wanted to say. My hands reached down to unbutton his jeans, pulling them down swiftly. His stiff cock sprung out and couldn’t help but spread the bead of precome over the smooth head. The gesture is something he’s always been a fan of and the sounds coming from his lips prove it still is.

His calloused fingers graze my delicate folds, gliding past my lips into my core. “I can’t believe I still make you this wet baby. Come on, sit on my cock.”

No time was wasted as his hands help pick me up, slowly setting me down on his thick member. It took a second to adjust to him, Luke had length but I’ve never had girth like Cal.

I moved my hips off of his and brought them down in a painfully slow manner, knowing it sent us both mad. Only a few minutes were spent like this, his patience running thin as gripped my sides roughly. I quickened my pace and he thrusted, meeting me with a force that drove me to the edge.

“Calum, please,” with one hand grasped onto his neck and the other leaving scratches down his chest, my moans grow louder until I hit the brim of ecstasy. His lips attach to my neck and I can feel him release inside of me. We slow our hips as we come down from our high, hugging each other close. Too afraid to let go.

The only sounds in the room is our labored breaths and the soft chatter on the television. My head rested in the crook of his neck as his fingers stroked my lower back. I never wanted to leave this feeling.

But the question had to be asked. “So, what now Cal? What does this mean?”

He was silent for a little while longer which made my nerves spike, afraid of what I’m expecting is inevitable.

“I’m never leaving you again, Brooklyn. Even if you hate me and want nothing to do with me, I’ll always be here for you. I’m never going to fuck up that bad again. It was the biggest mistake of my life.”

His words surprised me. I sat up to look him in the eyes, seeing if there was any sense of regret from his previous notion. But he said next made all my fears disappear.

“You’ll never be lonely again, I promise. It’s always been you, Brooke.”

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6, 29, or 73 with promptio? Your writing is amazing!!

ahh thank you so much!!! bc I always ignore the ‘or’ and go with ‘and’ lmao. you definitely chose some angsty prompts ;) though it turned out more hurt/comfort. I hope you like it!!

6. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

29. “I need you to stay here with me.”

73. “I don’t love you anymore.” 

It’s late enough that Gladio has to turn on the corner anddesk lamp in his office at the citadel in order to keep working. He hatespulling late-nighters, but the report he’s been working on needs to be turnedin tomorrow morning or Ignis will be on his tail. There’s hardly anyone elsehere, all empty halls apart from the night time staff and those that live in the residentialwing, so when there’s a knock at the door he jumps before composing himselfenough to call out a greeting. He’s even more surprised when he sees who it is.

“Hey,” Gladio says,urgently standing to round the desk. He reaches out to gently touch Prompto’sshoulder, but he shies away.

His posture is all wrong,one hand holding the opposite elbow as his eyes flicker skittishly around thedark wood walls of the room. “We need to talk,” he says, sounding asunsteady as he looks.

Gladio’s heart stuttersin his chest, a chill creeping down his spine, and not being able to touch Promptois killing him. He twists his hands, the obvious distance between them sendinghis stomach lurching. 

“Of course,” he saysneutrally and moves to sit in one of the armchairs, motioning Prompto to takethe other. “What’s going on?”

Prompto takes a deep breathand stares down at his hands. He hasn’t looked at Gladio once since he enteredthe office. “We need to breakup,” he says, matter-of-fact, and Gladio’sthoughts slam to a stop.

“What,” Gladio asksflatly and watches Prompto pick at his nails. Then he laughs, incredulous and stilted,before cutting off abruptly at the way Prompto curls in on himself. “You can’tbe serious.”

This isn’t real.They’d just talked that afternoon on the phone and Prompto had seemed fine - upbeatand joking about Gladio being so absolutely buried under paperwork that he’dhave to dig him out when their lunch date rolls around tomorrow. Everythingrushes through Gladio’s mind fast enough to give him a headache stronger thanthe numbers had. What had changed that much to make him want to end this? End them.It had taken a long enough to even end up together – hell they’d fought forthis – and now he wants to just give it all up? In the plush armchair, Promptolooks small and defeated.

“Where… is this comingfrom?” Gladio asks.

“We just-” Prompto stops,shakes his head. “We need to breakup. I’m sorry,” he chokes out and abruptlystands, making for the door.

“Wah – hold on a minute!”says Gladio, chasing after him. He cuts him off at the door. “Prom…” he sayssoftly, voice hitching. He still won’t look up from the floor, staring hardwith his arms wrapped tightly around himself. “You can’t mean it! Prom, I loveyou. I thought… we were going good? I thought we were planning for long-term.”

“Yeah, well… you thoughtwrong,” says Prompto but it sounds weird - harsh and jerky like he shoved it outof his mouth all at once.

“Prom, talk to me,” saysGladio, keeping his voice as steady as he can so as to not let on just how muchhis heart is cracking in his ribs. He ducks his head, trying to catch Prompto’seye.

“No Gladio,” saysPrompto, sounding wavering and wet. “I d-don’t love you a-anymore,” he says,fractured and broken. It’s then that he starts crying, tears barely visiblewhere they glint in the low lighting. 

This isn’t right, Gladio thinks and allat once the panic inside him halts, fading into a grim acceptance. There has tobe something else underneath it.

“Look at me,” he sayslowly, and reaches out to cup Prompto’s face gently. Prompto leans into hishand and the small, familiar touch sends Gladio’s heart fluttering. “What’sgoing on?” he asks again, stroking his thumb along Prompto’s damp cheek.

Wordlessly, Prompto digsout his phone and passes it over. It’s unlocked to his email, a folder markedvaguely as ‘requests’ and Gladio skims the subject lines, growing angrier andangrier as he goes. By the time he hits the last one, time-stamped for over amonth ago, he has to remind himself of his own strength so he won’t break thedamn thing.

He quickly forwards themost recent one with his signature to Ignis before passing it back and wrappingan arm around Prompto, who buries his face into Gladio’s shirt. They’re quietand as Gladio sways gently, Prompto slumps further into him. A minute later, hisown cell phone rings and he digs it out of his pocket without letting go toanswer.

“Ignis,” he says ingreeting, and cups his hand comfortingly on Prompto’s nape to keep his foreheadpressed to the curve of Gladio’s shoulder.

“This better be a jokeGladiolus,” is the answer, Ignis’ tone deathly sharp and sounding exactly howGladio feels.

He grinds his teeth beforefinally answering, “It isn’t.”

“Don’t move,” is allIgnis says before hanging up.

Gladio breathes out ahuge sigh and slips his phone back into his pocket before running a handthrough Prompto’s hair. “I need you to stay here with me while Ignis takes careof it,” he says and Prompto nods, folding easily when Gladio tugs him over tothe short couch pushed against the left wall. His eyes are bleary, facepale beneath the flush on his cheeks and Gladio’s quick to pull him back in tolean against him.

They sit for a goodcouple hours, Prompto shifting restlessly while Gladio reads out loud from thebook that had been sitting on the side table. It’s one of their favoritestories, but neither of them are paying much attention to the plot, the calmand meditative roll of Gladio’s voice filling the empty space of the office.When the phone finally rings again, they both tense as the shrill tone cutsthrough the air.

“In custody,” says Ignisright off the bat. He sounds tired. “Tell Prompto I’ll be having a word with himtomorrow about safety, but until then,” he says with a sigh, “try and get somerest alright?”

Gladio mumbles andaffirmative and hangs up, smoothing a hand along Prompto’s back which is ramrodstraight, taut like the string of a bow. “They got ‘em,” he says and a sobhitches in Prompto’s throat. “Hey, hey,” Gladio comforts, dragging him back into press his face against his shoulder. “Calm down. They can’t hurt youanymore.”

“I-I’m sorry,” chokesPrompto.

“It’s okay,” says Gladio.“Just don’t scare me like that again, my heart can’t take it,” he jokes, but itfalls flat with how shaky his delivery is in the truth of it. “Why didn’t youtell me they’d been blackmailing you?”

“When they found out whoI was dating it was just…” Prompto has to stop and take a breath. “It was ajoke at first. And then it wasn’t, but – but it was only small things. Ithought I could handle it. I - I thought they’d get bored and stop and I didn’twant to worry you,” he says, sniffling still.

He sucks in a hitchingbreath and continues, “But then the demands got bigger and I was so scaredthey’d do something to you or Noct or Iggy. I-I couldn’t live with myself ifthey had.” He breaks down again, and Gladio brings him in closer.

“Shhh,” says Gladio and gathershim up, nudges him towards the door before doubling back to pack his thingsquickly and shutting the lamps off as he goes. “Let’s go home alright?”

Prompto nods, shufflinghis feet and rubbing at his eyes until Gladio flips the last switch by thedoor. He stops, face and hair lit from the hall light with shadows darkeningthe angle of his jaw, and he finally, finally looks Gladio right in the eye. “I love you,” hesays quietly.

“I know sweetheart,” saysGladio and leans in to press a soft kiss to his tacky cheek. “Let’s go home.”

[depressionconsumes]

answer all of the questions (:

1. Are you good at apologizing?: well.. I think I am. If I know I’m in the wrong I’ll be the first to say I am sorry.

2. Do you prefer your looks or personality?: uhh.. I struggle with liking either to be honest.

3. Are you confident?: sometimes I can be.

4. What are you most confident about yourself?: I’m confident about my eyes I guess ^^

5. Name a few songs that remind you of someone, and who they remind you of: I like it like that by cardi b, the other popular song by cardi b, country roads… they all remind me of my best friend!

6. What is your favorite color combination?: oh this is easy. My three fav colors ofc, blue green and purple xD

7. Define your “aesthetic”: do faeries, elves, mermaids and aliens count as an aesthetic?

8. What is sex to you?: to me it’s something I will only have again if I completely love and trust a person. I wont give that part of myself away to someone I dont love.

9. Do you have any kinks? What are they?: shittt this is a loaded question Haha.. uhh. Well. I’m into BDSM to a degree, I’m a switch but I’m usually more submissive. I could go more into what I’m into with BDSM but I dont want too LOL. most my kinks relate too it as well.

10. What are your biggest pet peeves?: I have so many. Lying, rude customers at work, people making my bestfriend sad, people who have kids but dont care about them enough. The list is long my dudes.

11. What’s something that automatically turns you off of other people?: hmm.. uhh.. getting caught in a lie and trying to make me feel bad about catching the lie they told? That’s something I guess LOL

12. What song always makes you sad and emotional?: right now, what if and we belong make me sad. Theres alot of songs that get me emotional tbh.

13. How many people have you dated? How many of them do you still have feelings for?: 3 serious relationships. I’ve dated 7 total people though. I’m not answering the second part but I will say if you truly love someone you will always have a place in your heart for them.

14. How are you with moving on?: I’m okay with it. At first it’s hard for me. But give it a little bit and I get back up and keep trekking on. You have to be willing to move on to actually do so.

15. What’s a philosophy you agree with but fail to live by?: uhh.. anarchism maybe.

16. What’s something you dont like about yourself?: I don’t like much about myself but I guess I’ll go with the biggest one and say my body.

17. What’s something positive happening in your life right now?Well I think I finally found the path in life that I’m supposed to be on with work if that makes sense. I finally have a job I love to go too.

18. Are you truly able to admit your faults in relationships to yourself?I think I am. I dont always know what my faults are but if they’ve been pointed out and if I see them myself I’m the first one to admit I was at fault. So long as I actually was.

19. Is it important to be a good person?:It depends. I think for the most part yes. But what is a good person actually?

20. Are you a good person? I can be I think. But I also can be a shitty person. I think everyone’s capable of both.

21. How could you become a better personMaybe being less bitter hahahahaha

22. Would/have you ever pierced your genitalia?No. Probably not.

23. Have you ever been in love? If so with how many people?Once. I’ve experienced actually loving someone once in my life. Its powerful and it never goes away.

24. Do you believe in love at first sight? I mean.. yes. I believe in soulmates and such and sometimes when you meet a soul mate or someone supposed to be in your life for whatever reason, I believe love at first site can happen.

25. Which social science interests you most? Psychology, sociology or anthropology? Why? Its definitely a close tie between psychology and anthropology. I love learning how our brains work but I also absolutely love learning about culture so it’s hard to chose just one.

26. Have you ever orgasmed?No. No I havent actually. I try believe me.

27. Have you ever made someone else orgasm?Yes. Yes I have.

28. During sexual interaction what is most important too you?Feeling wanted and feeling safe.

29. Are you comfortable being sexual with lots of people?Not really. I’ve had sex twice with one person in my life and that person took advantage of my both times and then did a shitty thing too me. So sex is a hard subject for me.

30. I dont feel like answering this one sorry guys.

31. What’s your favorite song to sing alot?Uhhhh.. COUNTRY ROADDDSS TAKE ME HOMEE TO THE PLACE. I BELONGGG

32. What’s some “embaressing” music you listen too?Weeb ass music LOL

33. What are you most snobby/pretentious about?UHHH… I dont know really

34. How do you Express sad emotions? And happy emotions?I bottle up sad emotions usually and replace them with laughing and being bitter or angry lol. Sometimes I cry too tho. Happy emotions I just get excited usually I guess.

35. Do you Skype? Facetime?Yepp yep I do. Have been doing that since I was like 13/14

36. How do you feel about phone calls?Eh.. if it’s with someone I love I like them. Otherwise i hate phone calls they make me anxious.

37. How do you feel about texting? I’m most comfortable texting because i usually Express myself better then when I’m word vomiting all over.

38. What are your thoughts on LDRs?They’re hard. And hard work. And they dont always last and survive but when they do it’s a beautiful thing. I’ve been in a few myself..

39. The answer is no I havent. Not yet anyway

40. When and why was the last time you cried?Not long ago. I’ve been crying alot lately. The reason why recently has been the same. Life is overwhelming and I feel an incredible emptiness.. emptiness isn’t even the right word but it’s close. So sometimes I just break down and cry about it. Sometimes I cry because I just dont want to keep fighting for a life in this shitty world but.. I have people in my life who keep me going.

41. What’s something that you love that you never do anymore? Why dont you do it?Draw on paper and write.. I lost my spark I guess. I havent done either of those things besides writing letters to my bestfriend in awhile.

42. Are you afraid to die?No not really. Only afraid of the people I love hurting if I died.

43. If there were no limits, who and what would you be?Id be a mystical as fuck elf okay. Like hell yeah. Or a fairy maybe. Like pls

44. Are you more likely to be a sub or dom during sex?I’m more sub.

45. Describe your fashion senseI wear what I want and what I’m comfortable in. Dresses r life.

46. Do you have stage fright?Yes.

47. Did you ever put your hand up in class?Yes.

48. Are you more of an open or closed person?Uh.. both really.

49. What is the worst thing that has ever happened to you? And the best?Losing my virginity was probably the worst. My bestfriend entering my life is probably the best.

50. Are you a theist? Uhh… well. I’m an agnostic theist if I’m being honest. Dont know what that is? Google is your friend.

51. What are your top three places you want to travel and why?Ireland(and the UK in general) because my roots lie there. Japan because I love Japanese culture and it’s beautiful there. Andd… France. So I have a reason to finish becoming fluent in French.

52. What’s something you thought would be really scary/bad, but when it actually happened it was fine?Rollercoasters. Was terrified now I’m obsessed.

53. When you sleep at a friends house, how often do you sleep in their bed?Uh.. I only have had one friend where I was actually comfortable enough to sleep in their bed, and it was in high school and it took multiple times of her saying I could for me to be like you know what.. okay why not. Platonically sleeping with someone isn’t bad. I was more afraid I’d roll over or something and push her out of her own bed then anything tbh

54. Can you sleep facing someone?I dont know. Never got the chance to experience that to know yet.

55. Do you ever get in slumps? If so how often/long do they happen?Absolutely. All the time. It depends really. They can last a day or a year or feel neverending.

56. Do you like being alone?Most of the time yes. But sometimes I crave being around people.

57. Are you social?I can be.

58. How do you feel about parties?Depends on the party. I like to party definitely but not all parties are fun.

59. Have you ever hosted a party? Howd it go?Yeah I have. It went well. Everyone had fun. Think we even had a line in the backyard for chacha slide lolol

60. What questions do you love to ask people?What’s your zodiac sign?

61. What questions do you live to be asked?I dont know.

62. Are you confrontational? Does it make you uncomfortable when others are?Not usually no. I hate confrontation. And it does make me uncomfortable yes. I have an issue where I’m almost always defensive and it’s because of living with narcissists and people who emotionally abused me my entire life and blamed me for things I didnt do. So I really struggle with the side effects of living that way tbh.

There yall gp. I did it. Bc ily guys