#the only person was my ex best friend who became a piece of shit and got inappropriate with me constantly

[khazrablood]

I just wish I knew someone interested in my heavier taste in music. At least I'd have someone to go to shows with AND have someone with me in the pit.

[nanaminsmoon]

hiiii, so sorry if this is a lil long but bare w me pls, i love ur writing btw <3

ok: reader & plug!ony broke up about a year ago bc of something ony did (something bad but not like 100% unforgivable) but the feelings never left. he’s been tryna get her back over the year but she wasn’t budging cus she hadn’t seen any growth. recently tho she’s noticed he’s growing & she misses him. then at a function, she sees him pop out w a new girl & all their friends are staring at her like waiting for a reaction and in a littleee moment of jealousy, she goes up to ony like “you’re mine for life right?” and he jumps away from the other girl so fast like he BEEN waiting on this news 😭😭

omg thank you!! i was about to write something just like this but this is so much better!! i hope you like it and i'm sorry it took so long i just wanted it to be okay😭

cw: kinda angsty, oral (f receiving), car sex, ony calls reader 'ma', n word usage, mentions of breeding.

wc: 3913

atonement is hardly ever easy, and ony knew that first-hand. closing the gap between you and the person you once held closest to you can, surprisingly, be very difficult. even if a year of ‘separation’ is spent showing up at your ex-lovers’ door, or workplace, nail tech, or hair lady’s house. sometimes getting back to where you once where is needlessly difficult. especially if your definitions of said place are vastly different.

from the outside looking in, you and ony’s relationship had been picture perfect. he loved you as much as you loved him, and he wasn’t shy about it. everyone knew not to even look at you wrong, because they knew that they would have ony to deal with—and no one fucked with ony’s girl. except for him. because that picture had been held by a fraudulent frame; purposely hung over the large dent in your relationship. that being, his occupation.

from small kickbacks, to rich white kids who want to snort rebellion off their house keys, everyone had one thing in common—ony. no party started until ony got there and, as happy as you were for him, that didn’t come without its burdens. ony was almost always out dealing, giving you very little quality time to hang out. on the few occasions you got his undivided attention for more than a few hours, your peace would be interrupted by the ear-splitting noise erupting from his stupid nokia burner phone.

of course, small huffs of disappointment would slip past your lips when he told you that he had to leave. but you were used to it now, and that’s what helped ony sleep at night; knowing that you had become inured to his disconcerting disappearances, and abrupt reappearances. you knew that other people needed him, even if it meant that your needs were temporarily pushed aside. one time you had asked him, why it always had to be him that they called, and his response had been:

”my shit is the best, ma.”, said through a chortle, as he put his shoes on by your front door.

”i get that, but what about me?”, your arms crossed, as you tilted your head at your man—ony’s weakness. once you did that, with that look in your eyes, he couldn’t say no to you. but tonight, his priorities were different.

just let me do what i gotta do, and i’ll come right back to you. then i’m yours for the whole night.”, he had reassured, kissing your temple.

”just for the night?”, you scoffed.

”for life. now stay here, and i’ll be back.”, and that would appease you for the evening. but there’s only so much cracking one heart can do, before no adhesive can keep it whole, and it shatters into a million pieces. that night, you stripped yourself of ony’s shirt you had been wearing, and threw it into the corner of your bedroom; it smelt too much like him, and you hated it.

harmless hatred became deep disdain on the evening of your birthday. you had organised a dinner for a few of your closest friends and family, and had vehemently stressed to ony that he had to be there on time. because, if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t just be wasting your time, but he’d be wasting that of those closest to you as well. and he had promised you that if there’s something that had to be handled during the time of your dinner, he’d get connie or eren to do it so he could be with you. but 15 minutes of waiting for him became 30. and 30 soon became an hour, and your friends grew reasonably irate due to hunger. so you said they could order, and you’d just call ony one more time. but in a time where all you wanted to hear was your boyfriend’s voice, all you were met with was rings on the other line. that sound resounded all over the side of your face. and that feeling grew once the realisation hit that had you been a client, he wouldn’t have let the phone ring for more than five seconds. and that gave you a lot to think about.

you didn’t know how long the dinner lasted because your focus had remained on keeping your tears from falling into your food. you hated how pitiful you looked, lifting your head up every time someone walked into the restaurant, and the crestfallen expression that landed on your face each time you saw it wasn’t ony. it made no sense to you how the man who swore he would do anything for you, the man who placed a band on your ring finger, promising you that one day he’d marry you. the man who swore he had never loved anyone more than you, refused to put you before something so fleeting.

ony finally did show up though…two hours after the dinner had ended. heartbroken cries in your bedroom, had constantly been interrupted by calls coming from ony’s contact. but every single one went unanswered; he needed to feel what you felt when he had embarrassed you in front of your loved ones. though mere missed calls could never compare to the taste of your celebratory dinner food meshing awkwardly with the swallowed cries in your throat, you had to make him feel a morsel of the anguish he had put you through.

if ony could’ve gone full 2000s rnb music video; shirtless, singing outside your window with his chain blowing in the windy rain, he would’ve done. he would’ve even started throwing pebbles if he could, but your apartment was too high on your building. so he just settled on incessantly pressing the button next to your door number. and, after the nth try, you opened the door for him and he ran inside—pressing the elevator button a thousand times once he got in. and, just as he was about to knock on the door, it opened. and you stood on the other side, utterly unimpressed; bonnet on, your own pyjamas (instead of one of his shirts), and eyes reddened by tears. the impact caused by his heart unceremoniously dropping to the pit of his stomach caused a soft sigh to leave his mouth. then his lips began moving to explain himself.

“look, i'm sorry. i lost track of ti—”, his explanations were waved off—your own thoughts outweighing whatever he had to say to you.

“we're done, ony.”, was all you said to him before closing the door, and ony’s brain turned off, then back on again because what the fuck did you just say??

“y/n, open the door”, he banged on the door. and, not wanting any noise complaints, you opened it.

“what?”, you scowled.

“the fuck you mean done? talk to me”, ony’s hand reached out to yours, but quickly retreated when you pulled back from him. you had never done that; even when you were mad at him, you at least gave him a chance to get back into your good books again.

“you missed my birthday dinner, ony”, your voice was small, tears about to fall yet again.

“i know, and i'm sor—”,

“two years in a row.”,

“like i said, i'm sor—”,

“and my graduation, the party we had when i finally got my drivers license, the lunch you promised me on my first day at my new job. and you were meant to be my date at my sisters wedding.”, every example was punctuated by your fingertip harshly poking at his chest, and the tears just started falling on their own.

“i'm sorry, y/n”, ony’s voice started cracking, as his hand embraced the hand you had been poking him with.

“sorry isn't good enough anymore, ony. i deserve someone who prioritises me”,

“but everything i do is for us.”, he kissed your hand, “imma use this money to buy you ever—”,

“do you not understand that i don't want your money or gifts? i want you, ony.”, your breathed out, exasperation deeply set in your voice, and in your slumping posture, “anyone could give me bags and shoes, ony. but only you could give me your time. but you won’t, and that's the problem”

“so what, this is it?”,

“until you figure yourself out, yeah.”, you slid your hand from him, “it pains me because i love you so much, but i can’t keep living like this. if you're not ready for a girlfriend then you should've never got with me”

“but i am ready”, he pleaded.

“then act like it.”. were the words that echoed in ony’s head every time he showed up to the places he saw you posting on your story—heart holding hopes that your paths would cross. you didn’t know how he did it, but ony became your shadow for nearly the whole year you spent separated. even when you told him to give it up, he refused; sending bouquets of flowers to your workplace every few days, talking to you through your friends and family, and even showing up to your job to make up for that lunch he promised you. it hurt you to turn him away when you could see in his eyes that he would give up the world to have you in his orbit again. but, when you would ask him about where he got the money to even buy you these flowers in the first place, his silence was very telling.

but word on the street was that ony was a changed man now. your sources told you that he wasn’t dealing as much, and he had gotten a job. those sources being his instagram story that you watched through a burner account. seeing him everywhere made it impossible for you to wash yourself of him completely, so desparate times called for desparate measures. you missed that man so much, it was driving you crazy. it pissed you off seeing him being the man you had asked him to be, but not having the chance to bask in his progress. your love for ony wouldn’t vanish overnight, but it sure as hell hadn’t faded in the year you had been separated either. you kept his shirts and hoodies, and the promise ring he bought you was still on your finger.

so elated didn’t even begin to explain the feeling in your chest when, upon arriving at some house party, one of your girls told you that ony was there too. you tried to not seem so eager, but you had no control over your heart beating rapidly at the idea that you might see him again. all you needed was for him to apologise one more time, and you’d be all his. that was until you came to find that there was a hole blocking your reunion—that hole being in the shape of some girl giggling in his face, as his arm sat around her waist. every fibre of your being urged you to stomp over there, and scream his ear off. but he wasn’t your man anymore so there was nothing you could do but kiss your teeth and glower that them.

no man, not even ony, could get in the way of you and your friends enjoying yourselves. so that’s exactly what you did. for an hour, or two, ony didn’t exist and you just laughed and danced with your friends. however, the end of that would be marked when you stood, talking some guy you had just met, and one of your friends nudged you and nodded in ony’s direction.

“that doesn't bother you?”, she asked, obviously asking about the girl sat on ony’s lap.

“why would it?”, you shrugged back.

“you ain't say you missed the nigga?”, your other friend chimed in.

“okay? that doesn't mean i want him back”, you lied through your teeth.

“so you’re just missing him as hobby?”, sasha laughed.

“leave me alone.”, you chided, and your friends dropped the whole thing. but you wished those saltine whispers of jealousy would leave your eyes, and let you at least pretend to enjoy yourself in peace.

and if it wasn’t them ruining your fun, it was the girl’s friends staring at you.

“why are her friends looking at me?”, you whispered to connie. he had come over to speak to you, and that had caught ony’s attention. mainly because he wondered why you were willing to speak to his friend, but not him.

“they’re gloating.”, connie put a comforting arm around you, and pulled you closer to himself.

“well, tell them to stop.”, as if you could feel ony’s eyes on you, you moved connie’s arm from you, and connie laughed before putting it back where it was.

“they won’t. in their mind, she stole ony from you.”, he explained, and you scoffed.

“pfft, i could get that nigga back anytime i wanted”, you retorted, earning some knowing looks from your friends, before unprecedented words fell from sasha’s mouth.

“then do it.”, she nudged you, “you keep saying you want him so bad, go get him. he’s your man. go collect him”, that didn’t sound like a suggestion, it sounded like a dare. and you were never one to back down from a dare.

“fuck it”.

you didn’t know where your strides were leading you until you were barging past ony’s friends to link your arm around his own. at first, his body went into fight or flight because he thought he was about to be robbed, then calm came in the sound of your voice,

“ony, baby, where did you go? i've been looking for you everywhere”, you made sure to stick yourself onto him, and he didn’t move from you because he was too busy comprehending what the fuck was going on.

“y/n?”,

“i thought you guys were done?”, miss.whatever-her-name-was, linked ony’s other arm with her own, and pulled him towards herself.

“yeah, so did i”, ony spoke under his breath, looking down at you in bewilderment as he thought to himself; ”how much did i fucking smoke?”.

“who’s done?”, you looked up at him, “you’re mine for life, right?”, you pouted up at him, and all those memories of that night he had promised you he wouldn’t be long, came flooding back—ony folded immediately.

“always.”, he grinned at you, simultaneously yanking his arm away from whatever her name was.

“ony?”, she complained—now it was your turn to gloat.

“what?”, he sneered at her.

“you told me you guys were done”, she whined, and he rolled his eyes at her.

“well then don’t believe everything a nigga tells you”, was his final rebuttal before he pulled you outside.

at first, you just sat in silence, taking in the cool summer breeze. but ony had questions and, more importantly, he wanted to hear your voice.

“you forgive me then?”, his elbow gently met your arm.

“who said that?”, you stared down at your feet, kicking into the ground beneath you.

“you don't forgive me but you wanna do all that shit back there?”, he laughed.

“she didn't look good for you”, you finally looked up at him, and ony just laughed at you.

“you don't know her”,

“i just got that vibe”, you feigned a shudder, eyes still on him.

“what'd you really want, y/n?”, his index finger lifted your chin.

“you.”, your frank demeanour, and sincere eye contact, blew ony’s eyes wide open.

“well, you got me.”, as much as ony had changed in that year, his love for you remained incorrigible, and he’d be dumb to try and convince you otherwise. so he wouldn’t; he’d been wanting you back for far too long, and he’d finally gotten what he wanted.

“that easy?”, you teased.

“even if you’re not mine, i’ll always be yours, y/n. you know that”, ony’s words directed themselves at your lips; brown irises stuck onto your shining gloss.

“well then…can i be yours again?”, you muttered apprehensively, and the pause after that comment was unreadable.

“y’don’t even have to ask, c’mere”, ony reached his hand out to you.

gentle fingers, interlocked with yours, led you out of the party, and down a road that would end at ony’s car—parked overlooking the local area. he wasted no time; unlocking it before opening the back door, and gesturing for you to get in.

"already? you don’t at least want to talk first?”, you laughed at how keen he was, and a lazy smirk graced his face.

”we’ll talk after. get in.”, any anger, or disappointment, built up over the time you were together, had been mollified with just one comment. missing ony was something you never wanted to do again, and seeing the person he had apparently become, meant that you probably never would. all memories of past arguments, and splits, dispersed in ony’s mind once his lips met yours in a fervent kiss. it was one of longing, and regret. the heat emanating off his body causing particles of his internal regret to fill the inside of the car. you could feel it bouncing off your skin, as his tongue met with yours, and his hands kneaded at your flesh through your clothes. ultimately moving south to help you shimmy your way out of your jeans and underwear. he wouldn’t take them off completely, just leave them by your ankles as he laid you on your back, his mouth already placing soft kisses on your upper thigh. that lasted all of five seconds before ony’s tongue was wrapping around your clit, sucking on it gently. for him, this was a meal that was long overdue, and you could feel it in the way he ate you out like a starved man. taking no breaks; wet noises and thirsty moans, omitted by the ever-moving mouth entertaining your core, pervaded the vehicle.

ony had always luxuriated in eating you out, so it wasn’t long until you came; a rivulet dousing his lower face, before he finally came up for air.

”you still taste as good as i remember”, he uttered lowly, moving to give you a taste of yourself as he pressed his lips against yours. his kisses were haste as his hands fumbled to pull down his jeans and boxers, to angle himself at your entrance. the way you took in that first inch of him had him incapacitated; his forehead dropped to meet yours, while deep groans left his mouth.

”fuck…”, ony had to pause to compose himself before he gently pushed the rest of his length inside you. once he did, he just stayed there; eyes locked with yours, thanks to the streetlights, and you could’ve sworn that this man was close to tears with the way his eyes were glossing over.

the way he was fucking you was ineffable; a year was nothing compared to the others ony had spent studying your body, and the things it reacted to. like the way you’d grow tighter around him at his hands pressing your legs against your chest, as he fucked into you. even in the confined space, head crouched down so he didn’t hit the ceiling, ony still fucked you like you were in the comfort of his bedroom—with all the space, and time, in the world. his ireful tip would caress that spongy spot inside of you, over and over again, making your head spin. all those years of learning your body had not been in vain, because a few minutes in that position, and you came around him. keening his name, as your back lifted off the leather seats. ony was planning on taking you back to his place, and making up for lost time properly. but, for now, he would just turn you around and fuck into you from the back—your hands immediately finding the steamy windows,

”don’t do that, ma. people will know what we’re doin’ in here”, he chuckled at you and you moaned out a distorted version of,

”and the moving car doesn’t make it obvious?”. somehow, ony understood you; he was just used to your fucked out rebuttals, and he scoffed at you before giving the moving flesh surrounding your hips two quick slaps. your hands grabbed at anything they could to gain balance, ultimately deciding on the arm rest on the door. and ony’s hands would follow suit, but as he went to intertwine your fingers, his hands were met with cold metal. it was pretty dark in there, so he couldn’t really make out what it was, but a fleeting headlight revealed the ring he had bought you.

“still got that ring on?”, he smiled to himself.

“you p-promised me…”, you stammered out.

“that i’d marry you.”, his eyes softened at the fact that you had been wearing that ring, despite not being together. all because of that lovestruck vow he had made you,

“and imma keep to that promise. imma marry you, then imma fuck some babies into you”, he spoke to you, “that okay with you?”, you moaned out in loud agreement, and that drove ony to fuck you harder.

“good.”, the thought of you being his wife, sat in your marital bed, with his child in your arms sent him over the edge, and ony came in you. deep hums, containing declarations of his love, spilt all over the back of your neck. but his hips didn’t still because he could feel you coming again.

once you both came down from your orgasms, ony laid you down on your side, before pulling his boxers and jeans up and leaving the car momentarily to turn the car on. he opened the windows slightly, before returning to the back of the car. his back would soon be attached to the back door, yours against his chest as your fingers intertwined. even though you hadn’t covered yourself yet, and his nut was leaking out of you onto the leather seats, everything just seemed perfect. in its own weird way; you in ony’s arms again, and his lips pressing loving kisses on your temple.

”y’know it would’ve taken just one more knock at my front door for me to forgive you?”, you looked up at him. and, once the initial shock subsided, he chuckled at you.

”but i kinda think it’s better this way.”, he shrugged.

”how?”, you sat up to face him properly.

”it felt good to finally be able to give you my attention when you asked it of me.”, he smiled, reaching out to stroke your cheek, ”no interruptions. just us.”, after all the emotional turmoil, it was nice hearing that word again; ”us”.

”for life.”, you kissed his knuckle.

”for life.”

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[pleasantspark]

The Reason why I don't like Angel Dust

I went on the record to say I didn't like him because of his "AWFUL" portrayal. But there's lots of reasonings.

The tryhard fanbase.

The fanbase tries to make it about that fact that Angel Dust is a victim through and through when most of the time he's victimizing others, and usually the sexual harizzment is played for laughs and when it happens we're supposed to be "OH POOR ANTHONY HE GETS SA'd BY HIS BOSS!" like how can you be tonedeaf?

2. Viv and Raph

The unprofessionalism when handling the Story Arc that we're supposed to BE on the side of Angel Dust and "empowering him" failed, reason being that the story arc is being handled by people who fetish the abuse of a victim rather than being out of the way and approaching it with a more "detatched way" the entirety of EP4 could've been a commentary but instead it became a joke of an episode with two musicals that are nothing more than bringing down and making victims uncomfortable.

3. Loser, Baby and Poison did nothing to the story.

Loser, Baby is a useless addition to the already shitty soundtrack (There's like 2 soundtracks I liked out of them all.) and only provided us with the fact that "it's okay to be a victim and sell your body, it's okay to feel like a slut" it only serves to breed people to depreciate someone's self esteem, it's seen as "empowering" and "great" for Husk to belittle someone whose already been kicked down. Everyone in this episode was unlikeable with the exception of Sir Pentious, and ontop of it, everyone was OOC.

They were OOC to force a conflict and BS resolution because they needed a cute HuskerDust moment.

And don't get me started on Poison, the very song that tries to be Addict. But failed tremendously, Poison's animation was animated by a weirdo creep who probably had his hand somewhere else, and I wouldn't even put it past it.

Blake Roman has good vocals, but he's trying to be Michael, instead of his own person. There's alot of things I could say, but my dissection of this song is up if you want to hear it.

4. My EX liked the character and he's a piece of shit.

My ex, known as D, was an abusive cheating narcissist, who spent most of out relationship flirting with my then best friend (whose my boyfriend now) C. He spent most of the time doing it in front of me. It's not the first time he's done it, he's done it with other people, and alledgely by C, he made some rapey comments about him. My boyfriend (I will not say anything in respect) had "bad history" I had "bad history (involving family members.)" and for someone to say all that to someone who is a victim is gross.

When I left him after awhile he went on Twitter on a burner to harass me and my associates while spreading false allegations and using my mental breakdown as a way to say I diddle kids, along with screenshots when I was still a minor to prove to everyone I was a child diddler.

What does this have to do with AD?

Because he CONSTANTLY referred to Angel Dust as a "Femboy Spider" and KNOWING I was sexually abused, it made me INCREASINGLY uncomfortable. He and the fandom only see Angel Dust as gooning material, which is why he's written to be overly sexualized, he isn't a character that's deep and enriching, he's someone for people to sexualize and demean. He's not even human.

(He also had an obsession with UnknownSpy's stupid Sploot character which is a trigger of mine too.)

5. The roleplay side of them (esp Underage Kids) weird me out.

They have this weird sense of "judgement" about them that comes along with being an Angel Dust stan, they often try to make it to where they are uncomfortable around you while also portraying the easiest character.

and finally.

6. Angel Dust is easy to write, and not complicated.

Every single shit is a cop out, they write Angel Dust because its easy to make jokes about his body parts, they write Angel Dust because it's easy to rewrite canon into making him a victim.

Every FUCKING time.

I am SAYING Angel Dust can beat Val, it's easy, everyone down there has some sort of Asspull where they can somehow magically achieve Super Saiyan Bullshit.

Angel Dust by that logic should ALSO fucking take down the Vees, but no. We need more "liberating moments" for him to feel "empowered" and putting the sex back in Sex Worker.

This is why I hate him as a victim myself, and as a writing standpoint. People aspire to be like him, VICTIMS look up to him, NO ONE SHOULD PERIOD.

[the-lark-ascending69]

I didnt love S3 but Steve peaked there. Robin became the final puzzle piece he needed to complete his development - thanks to the actors because the duffers clearly didn't know what to do with him. Steve spent the last three seasons chasing after a girl who would never be his soulmate, and when he accepted that, he tried to find someone else to love instead. He tried flirting with any girl whose attention he could hold for over 60 seconds, except for Robin - setting her apart already, though for the wrong reasons initially. She was originally meant to be Nancy's replacement as Steve's arm candy, it seems, but making her a lesbian at the last moment is really what saves S3 for me, not only because she's my baby, my favorite character and I adore her with my whole heart, but also because... the improvised straightbait turned out to work incredibly well at the time to cement the conclusion of Steve's arc - he was a piece of shit and lost Nancy to someone who was better for her (say what you want about Jonathan, but that's clearly the idea the writers had with him, regardless of the effectiveness of the execution). Steve couldn't get Nancy back, and really, he shouldn't be focusing on romance at all because that's just not what he needs to grow as a person. The people who truly challenge him, push him to be better and motivate him to grow are his platonic bonds - Dustin and Robin. He couldn't "fix" everything with Nancy (meaning that he couldn't go back to before everything changed, as if he hadn't messed up). Nancy may appreciate the change but she won't go back to him. Steve doesn't need to change for love - he needs to change for himself, in order to be a better person, period. And Nancy has no reason to stay and watch him grow, she has her own matters to attend to, and she doesn't have enough space in her life for Steve. So Steve finds new people, somewhere else, away from Nancy, and he grows thanks to them.

Robin being not only just his friend but also being completely and eternally unavailable to him works perfectly here. The audience believed, alongside Steve (and the Duffers lmfao) that what Steve needed was romantic love, but Robin proves him wrong. He gets over his ex-girlfriend and finds a sister instead.

And then Season 4 ruins that, for no reason and to no one's benefit. Steve regresses. The growth is undone, for the purpose of keeping Nancy in that eternal love triangle loop that seemed to have been solved two seasons ago. It's sad and disappointing and I'm hoping they don't revisit that in S5.

What I would've done instead would've been to let Steve finish his arc in S3. S4 Steve has a flat arc now. He learned all he had to learn. He's fine. Now, he's here to teach others what he's learned, and I think it would be very interesting if the person who learned from him the most turned out to be Nancy. Steve basically just discovered the power of friendship, and deep emotional connections and trust and how closeness to others makes you stronger. Gives you a purpose. He learned to love and care for others and now that's his strength. Have him tell her about how much he cares about Robin and Dustin. Show him bonding more with Lucas and Max. Contrast him with Nancy, who is isolated, who just lost another friend after leaving him alone, and is desperately trying to protect Max from Vecna. Maybe she's hesitant to become friends with Robin, or to rely on her and Steve to share the burden, or trust the kids to take care of themselves on some capacity. Nancy has become more and more isolated as Steve grows closee to other people.

Then Steve sacrifices himself in S5 to save either Robin or Dustin or both of them idk I think that would be the best conclusion to his arc. Passing on the torch to one of them. Maybe Robin becomes the new babysitter and protector. Maybe Dustin becomes the new hot boy at Hawkins High idk but I think an ending of this sort would fit. He doesn't even need to actually die, if he somehow survives it still works, just having a sacrifice scene (not played for laughs) would be a perfect way to conclude his growth and move on to inspire others to grow like others have done for him.

[sonjuponju]

now YOU tell me about YOUR ocs...!!! (if you want) is your pfp enix...🧡

IT IS IT IS!!! that drawing turned out so good i just stick it everywhere now 😭

the thing about my ocs is that i hardly get anything done with them if i don't have someone to constantly validate my choices and help me build ideas and stuff so most of my stories are pretty incomplete and all over the place 🥲 but i do have some bits and pieces that i can share!!

ima put everything under a read more cus there's gonna be a LOT of stuff. you really don't have to read all of it if you find it longwinded, i just really love rambling about my dudes (but only if someone asks 😭)

ENIX, he/him - he's actually one of my older ocs, i created him way back in 2017 when i was like 11 😭 fun fact! his original name was vixen but due to the definition of the word bugging me i recently changed his name to enix :3 another fact but kind of an embarrassing one - he used to have DID, and my 11 year old ass played RIGHT into the "evil alter" trope, so yeahhhh... the only good thing to come out of that was that the "evil alter" eventually became a wholly separate blorbo, named feliks! who we will get into now B)

FELIKS, he/him - my fucking sweet baby. my angel. he has gone through so many transformations it's hilarious

here he is in his "evil alter" days. already got the black eye to signify his "evilness". though i don't think it took very long for me to decide that he was actually the host of the body, not enix. in any case his usual day-to-day activities included pissing everyone around him off and trying some evil schemes every now and then

in like 2018 i got REALLY into this visual novel called "the arcana" and feliks was the ex best friend of the MC my friend cooked up for our version of the story. i didn't want him to be a cyclops for this iteration because i thought it didn't fit the theme, so he had to get a human design. he didn't have DID in this version, but he did have an identical twin brother, named vance. in this story feliks killed vance and became the boyfriend of the villain of the story, also becoming one of the villains in the process. his ex best friend ellis ended up defeating him and he got hanged with his boyfriend for their crimes

now here's where the story gets really juicy. feliks reincarnated in the modern world, and i think i ditched him having DID and instead the "alters" turned out to be the fragmented parts of feliks' dead brother's personality. vance had basically come back to haunt him in a form that was kind of comparable to alters, but also not really

the main arcana characters alongside ellis also reincarnated and ended up finding feliks (who was still evil btw). they were kind of like a friend group for a while until shit hit the fan when everyone found out that feliks killed his brother way back in their past life (they had no idea up until now). ellis became incredibly angry with him and him being a magician turned feliks into water and put him in a vase so he wouldn't be able to hurt anyone ever again

before this happened though i think ellis and his also magician boyfriend were able to piece vance back together and give him a body, so he was reincarnated too. after receiving a second chance at life, vance got himself a boyfriend, and even got married with him. the happiness didn't last for long though when feliks was able to sneak himself in his water form into vance's husband's water bottle. the husband drunk the water and ended up possessed by feliks 🙃 feliks killed vance AGAIN, was able to return to his own body by also killing vance's husband, annnnddd... then ellis caught up to him and beheaded him with his scythe. (god i still love this story)

after death feliks became a demon in hell, and that's basically where his story ends. idk i must've gotten another interest at this point because i didn't get any further with the story

in 2020 i decided to revamp him AGAIN, this time making my own fantasy universe for him. i got a couple of my friends involved with it too (this was basically a species i made specifically for that thing and my friends made ocs of that species). the story for it was really juicy too but im not gonna be telling about it cus it's almost identical to my current project with him and i might wanna make it into a real thing one day so.. SPEAKING OF WHICH

HIS CURRENT DESIGN. MORE PHOTOS.

I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT HIM!!!!!!! GAAGAHAJJSDJDKSK

anyway. yeah, there isn't much i can tell about the story, but i can tell you about how SHIT it is trying to come up with fantasy clothing. i am no fashion designer, not by a longshot, so my boy has his tits out 24/7 because i can't think of anything he could wear (and also i just love seeing him bare chested ❤️). i kinda don't even know where to start with the clothes cus i don't want them to be the generic european medieval stuff you see in fantasy CONSTANTLY and i am awfully lazy at researching anything that isn't my number 1 interest so. yah. to combat not being able to draw him with a canon design, i made a domestic modern au 🫶

here's feliks and his roomie clancy :3 they are my biggest blorbos rn and i would REALLY love to talk more about them but um. yeah this post is long enough especially considering there is still one oc i wanna mention

here's valo!! she is feliks' sister. you might think wait you didn't mention feliks having a sister? no i didn't because she is his BROTHER. I GENDERBENDED VANCE. BECAUSE IT WOULD FUCK. and yeah she is absolutely incredible i love her from the bottom of my heart. valo and feliks still have kind of a complicated relationship but at least in the au feliks doesn't kill her :D she's just kinda chilling with her gf until i come up with a story for her too

so ya that's all i wanted to talk about for now!! if you read this far then thank you 😭🫶 i had so much fun writing this. i was busy the whole day today but i just kept thinking about how much i wanted to answer your ask haha. i didn't plan for it to get so long though but im super grateful if you read this far 🥹

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

director's commentary on Trophy please 👀👀

Trophy

Oh gods where do I even start-- my magnum opus, my beloved, the every-horrible-thing-I-could-think-of-happens-because-no-one-stopped-me (and boy did my best friend try) fic

This was so long I'm sorry-- as you can see, I always want to talk about this fic but have ✨anxiety✨. When asked about it though-- it's what my brain needs to allow it lmao. I do hope you enjoy :)

The first line was originally (as a thought) "I deserve this" , this was scrapped because the concept became irrelevant in later drafts (and now it may become relevant again-- who knows). The first bit before it cuts back to the race was originally the first of a back and forth kind of flashback thing. ex. chapter 2 would have taken place in the present with hints as to what happened, and chapter 3 would directly follow the events of chapter 1. If the way I explained that didn't make much sense-- that should be enough to show why this has since been changed💀

A single step away– but in the corner of his eye; a flash, a blur— and Zoom tackled him off the magnetar.

This was very intentional. I specifically wanted to mention just how close Barry was to winning as he did in canon. Makes everything that happens next all the sweeter, to me :)

There are many parts and lines that are going to hit so much harder later on and that's all I'll say about that matter for the moment.

“You really thought you could defeat me?” His low whine turned into a howl as Zoom pressed harder on an evidently broken rib. “Forgotten I’m the fastest man alive?” Zoom leaned further down and Barry bit his cheek to prevent a shriek. “Don’t worry.” Tone laced with venom, he wrapped a hand around Barry’s windpipe. Zoom’s mask was inches from his face, blocking the breach. “You’ll have plenty of time to remember.” He clawed at the hand desperately, struggling for air. 

This is one of my favorite scenes ngl. I wrote this whole excerpt after rewatching the Enter Zoom scene and wrote nothing else for the rest of that night lmao. Tis where you get the parallels between those first two lines and ones in that episode "You really thought you could defeat me?" is just slightly changed from "{Harrison Wells}, you thought you could defeat me {with this}?" And as I type this, I have discovered another layer to that parallel that is extremely relevant to the story. Holy shit this is awesome (I will not be saying. spoilers.) ANYWAYS; the other parallel line. "Forgotten I'm the fastest man alive?" comes from "Never forget, I am the fastest man alive." I love parallels. Let's just say that Zoom is very irritated and a little offended that Barry seems to think he {Zoom}'s less powerful than he is. May need a couple more reminders...

Knew I needed another really bad injury besides the broken rib to both bring the Enter Zoom parallels to a climax, and to make the next scene/s work. I thought "Hey! Speedsters can't run if their leg is broken!" and that was that.

“Now you can watch your precious multiverse die. Knowing you’re the one who destroyed it.”

This might be my favorite line and it is the only anything from the first draft of chapter 1 that made it to the final draft. Also I wrote it at 5 am because of course I did.

Somewhere behind the two speedsters, there was a scream

The person who screamed will not be revealed in this fic but I do know who it was and there is an in-universe reason for it besides simply directing the attention away from Barry. I wrote a companion piece off of that reason-- may post it if I feel like cleaning it up a little. But for now, feel free to theorize :)

And finally, to round out the chapter 1 fun facts and commentary-- something I've wanted to say since that fateful day it was posted.

Around 50% of chapter 1 was written on March 14th from 5-11 pm with no food, no water, and no bathroom breaks. I had the power of whump and the speedforce on my side and I was DETERMINED to post it on Barry's birthday and it fucking worked.

THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH FOR ASKING AND ENABLING ME BECAUSE I HAVE PUT WAY TO MUCH THOUGHT INTO THIS FIC AND AM DELIGHTED TO SHARE IT!!!

Fanfic Writers: Director's Cut

[sometimesimjustsotired]

How I'm learning to Move on from my Ex BFF

Attachment Issues 101

I've experienced multiple breakups and lost many friends over the years. But nothing could have prepared me for losing my best friend of ten years, the girl I grew up with, the person who I knew would always be there for me—until she wasn't.

I met her in eighth grade and for many years we were inseparable, I held her hand through every break-up, cheered her on through her best moments, and even spoke at her wedding as her maid of honor. However, the day of /my/ wedding, she blocked me on everything, which left me without a maid of honor, makeup artist, and hairstylist. For so long I felt like I was in the wrong for what had happened between us, regardless of the fact that she had told me, our friendship was ending because of her jealousy.

When you're the one blocked, when you're the one ignored, you immediately feel like you are the one in the wrong and THEY have all the power. For years I have struggled with this ideology, thinking that I somehow am at a disadvantage although I was the one wronged. 

I kept thinking to myself :

I would have never done this to her

I would drop anything for her, why couldn't she be there for me?

But then I watched the show Lost, and I came to a realization. For context, the show follows a character's backstory (John Locke). In this episode, he reconnects with his father during adulthood, gives his father his kidney, and then is completely blocked out of his father's life. For years, John sits outside of his father's house, just wanting to know why he was wronged. Missing their relationship. 

I became angry for John, I knew without a shadow of doubt that he was the victim, he didn't deserve what his father had put him through- and neither did I.

This episode reminded me of my own situation, for months, I became addicted to stalking her social media accounts (from alternative accounts) and wanting to see what she was doing. Until seeing that episode, I struggled with the thought of her thinking of me or even missing me- but she doesn't and that's okay. I didn't lose my power when she blocked me, I lost my power when I became obsessed with her and lost a piece of myself. Because I so badly craved that friendship, but not her as a person. 

I don't wish harm upon her, I don't wish good upon her. I wish for myself to be freed from her.

So now I force myself not to stalk her social media and every time I want to text her, I remind myself that better friendships are waiting for me and I won't be able to move forward if I keep focusing on the past. I will not give her the power again.

I constantly think to myself, that she has become someone I can't even recognize. In reality, she has always been the victim and in her mind, I'm always going to be the bad guy. You can't change everyone, the only person you can change is yourself so why waste your time on someone who couldn't give two shits about you?

I still think about her and every so often I check her social media, but I'm human and it's okay. It won't change overnight.

I know I sound a little crazy, but I'm posting this so if anyone relates they know, they're not alone. 

[luciusspriggss]

well, went on a date with okcupid guy, and it was fine, i guess. not terrible, not great.

went to the movies afterwards by myself and then went home.

talked to my roommates about it, and it was made clear, once again, that because i am autistic and very gullible, see the best in humans, and take what people say literally and don't look for hidden meanings, it his REALLY easy for me to fall into a bad relationship (which is my usual go-to, besides Jes. Jes was lovely they just became an alcoholic and lost their way).

i brought up things that he said that bothered me, but as i usually do, i tried to defend those things by trying to come up with reasons as to why he said it in the first place

and it took one of my roommates to look at me and say:

"M, you are a great person, you see the best in people. this guy sounds just like your abusive ex Nick. you deserve better than someone like that"

and yeah that's when i got it.

to be fair, the night before the date, i told my roommates that he was either a really cool genuine guy that actually wants to be a good person, or he is a piece of shit asshole who is only trying to get people to perceive him that way.

things he said that bothered me:

regarding a tree wherein someone used a chainsaw to cut a large limb, and to compensate the tree started growing new shoots vertically on the remaining un-cut limb:

"why would the tree to do that? it's so stupid"

🤔 why would you say that??? that is an evolutionary advantage that the tree is able to still grow in adverse situations??

he also had a clear favor of herbaceous flowers over trees, especially over conifers, which...why? he didn't respect trees at all, which i think is weird.

he suggested i work for a timber company because of my degree because it makes really good money

which is a weird thing to say after i explained i dont agree with modern forestry practices because it focuses on making money instead of forest health?

after i explained my love of playing sports but my inability to do them because of my asthma. which i have been trying to "train my lungs" for over twenty years in order to play or even just go on a run, i realized my asthma is bad enough that no matter how hard i try it won't work. there are varying levels of how asthma affects a person, and since around age 10, my asthma has been pretty severe (most people get over a cold in a few days, it takes me 1-2 months to be able to even breathe "normally" again when i get sick).

he told me i shouldn't give up and keep trying, because he knows some people who have asthma and yet can still play sports.

he also suggested that i do go for runs or play sports, but i bring my inhaler with me to use when i get out of breath, and then keep going on

?????? i dunno how other peoples asthma works, but if i push myself to the point of an asthma attack (which is not hard for me to do), i am out of commission for 30 minutes to 2 hours WITH a rescue inhaler. and this is after "training my lungs" for twenty years.

he also implied he was too smart for therapy and all he needs is a good friend to trauma dump to

??????????? that is a bold take my guy. there is definitely more nuance when saying something like that. i tried to talk to him about his views to understand where he was coming from, and to put it simply, it was not good.

he made note of how hard living in a world of capitalism is, so he understands why i am unable to find a job that suits me (fair, but why bring that up. he knows i am currently looking for jobs), but when i tried to explain that i am capable of doing most jobs, the problem is my being autistic in an allistic world, and never lasting more than a year at a job for a variety of reasons (which i explained to him)

he was very condescending? said everyone feels the way i do (after i said the common denominator for every job i have done is i have literally attempted suicide which has led me to quit), and implied i wasn't trying hard enough?

i kept trying to not talk about dark subjects, but it is hard when he does.

also, maybe dont shit talk your ex on a first date? i get we both still live with our exes, but i never shit talked jes? i said that our friendship is better than ever? it was difficult the past year, but we have finally reached an understanding with one another and we are happy to be friends? trying to bring some positivity and optimism to the dark conversation, but nooooo

had to compare my struggles with unemployment to his ex's?? shit talk her in the process? which sort of shit talked me in a way?

what a fucking asshole

also, he asked me to join in the fun of the sport he competes in. never specifying how i could take part of the sport (this was after the date and through text).

A) he completely ignored my discussion about my struggles with asthma

B) he ignored A, as well as my discussion about inequality, sexism, and homophobia in sports that deterred me from doing sports

C) he meant i just come and watch? like a groupie or something? i dunno if this is what he meant but i don't like it either.

overall, yeah this seems super obvious, we are incompatible

but do you know how hard it is for ME to see these red flags??? i was willing to go on another date, but my roommates were the ones who told me it would be a bad idea. and i agree with them, now that they laid things out clearly.

there are even more red flags i just don't want to bring up, because it is really embarrassing that i didnt see them

but, i just don't get it. i have said all the red flags, but the green flags were pretty great.

he's a highschool chem teacher and loves teaching kids, he has a passion for botany (just not trees? he also confidently mis-identified a shrub which i dunno if he was trying to impress me or something, but he didn't believe me when i told him he was wrong), has a similar sense of humor as me, loves going to the botanical gardens, loves going to the river, understands tumblr to a certain degree, enjoys ted lasso and our flag means death (although he doesn't see the point in rewatching shows? to each their own), i dunno i guess i am realizing their were actually not that many green flags.

:/ ah well. live and learn.

[3luejam]

do any of ur sonic ocs have any facts abt them?????

oh I have DOZENS AND DOZENS of them! there might be some that u probably already know but it's ok right?

Aurora the dragon )

-when she was a kid ( after her home got invaded) she was dead TERRIFIED of affection and trust till she turned 11 and met Espio

-she can fly on her sword in a hoverboard style kinda way

-can go super but only for a short period of time since the chaos emerlads are too strong for her since if she stays super for too long she just- 💥💥💥💥💥

-she does have her own form in which she can stay much much longer in but she has to fuse with Ender to do it ( don't ask how it's just magic )

-rlly likes to snatch Espio with her tail for some reason

-is a huge ass mitski fan ( listens to Francis forever, your best American girl and remember my name DAILY)

-too good in math it scares people

-she's inspired by Mizu, vivi and lotus dragon cookie!

-her voice claim is lapis lazuli

Ender the dragon)

-was cursed to be trapped in Aurora's sword for 200 years until she somehow ended up waking him up and releasing him

-he has no idea what affection means since he was never given any of it since his mom died giving birth to him and his father only wanted him to be a samurai so he thought affection was a distraction

-the only dragon in the Otomo clan who mastered mystic magic

-drunk goofy uninvited uncle personality but he can automatically get serious depending on the situation

-always got pushed away from team Chaotix and mostly Espio since they're the only ones who know Aurora's past and how he'd the reason she was degraded by her own people just like how he was when he was present

-his voice claim is ice king from adventure time!

Viper the snake)

-she cares about money WAAYYY much more than jewels

-her bounty is worth for 7 million! that's why Team Chaotix is so desperate to catch her and Team Toxictry

-her wounds are from a rlly intense fire so she's always numb and slightly in pain when someone pokes too hard on her body

-She's vectors ex! she only left him bc she thought he left her when their house burned down

-she was rescued / found by Dr eggman as she then became a soldier for the iron dominion

-because of the fact her family is poor and barely had money till they passed away, she quickly developed a belief that money was survival

-her voice claim is Beidou from genshin!

Widow the spider)

-shes the bride of endless reach's daughter! who is also missing-

-surprisingly can hold a tantrum unless she loses in a fight

-she has no memory of being in the gossamer clan nor her mother due to her memories being wiped

-#1 biggest BabyMetal fan EVER

-she can go spiderman to steal stuff from the air so no trace / fingerprints are left

-her bounty was raised from 1000 to 1 million because of this!

-her and luchino are the only ones that are trusted by viper

-can fly or glide but she has to sligshot herself with her webs

-even after years her mother is still looking for widow even though she doesn't remember her at all

-voice claim is strawberry crepe cookie!

Luchino the scorpion)

-his parents divorced bc when his mom found out his dad was cheating she tore him apart in front of luchino and forced luchino to eat small pieces of his own dad

-he used to be a friend of the Chaotic but left / betrayed(?) them so they would be safe since at that time he still secretly worked for eggman

-his bounty is worth 3 million!

-his poison isnt very strong so he just mostly uses his wolverine looking weapon ( idk what it's actually called lol)

-rlly likes to break sandcastles for fun

-he's gay even though his color palette is literally the aeoace flag

-rlly big 3arleyhuman fan ( holy shit same)

-is strangley talented with playing the bass and guitar but he likes to make the music sound bad to annoy ppl he hates

-he can't go to sleep without remembering what his mom did to him so he just has insomnia

-voice claim is hunter TOH

[warmaidensrevenge]

Always seen you.

Pairings: Ex!Eddie x Insecure!plus size reader x Friend!Elio xFriend!Billy

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

A/N: Ooofff. Hello again. Welcome back to my series. The last one was rough and i can’t promise this one won’t be any better. So I still hope you guys like it. Thank you @salenorona23 for your help with this one. Love you Hun! So I was inspired by Rascal Flatts- What hurts the most. I was feeling nostalgic and started listening to my N’sync station and I came across this song. Welp I think that’s all. Thanks for reading. As always feedback is always appreciated. Asks and comments are always welcomed. Kay love ya bye.

 Warnings: 18+ language, angst, hurt, heartache, oral, slow burn. Not proof read and no word count.

Summary: The heart refuses to accept what the mind already knows. Is it really over? Could it ever be?

Part 20

Days went by after your break up. You couldn't bring yourself to get out of bed. Elio and Billy tried but it was frivolous. Never in your life had you been so broken. You were shattered into a trillion pieces. You had come to believe you would never be able to put yourself back together.

That picture was the worst thing you could have ever seen. Yes, you knew that it wasn't Eddie's fault. But, you couldn't get over the fact that his lips touched someone else's. Was it selfish of you to want to be the only person he ever kissed? To be the only one who got to touch him. To not want anyone else to have his body and his heart?

Maybe this break would be for the best. Maybe the love you had and the relationship with Eddie had become toxic.

You were doing just fine before you became friends. Your heart never hurt this much before. You thought being in love was supposed to be soft and sweet. Like cotton candy. But it was a never ending, winding road of disappointment, pain and tears.

If things were different, if Eddie never met that producer. Or if you never got into MIT. Things would have worked out. But, things were the way they were. And now you were hopeless…almost lifeless.

Bethany and Matthew tried to call you and talk about what happened. But you didn't want to. The wound was still fresh and you couldn't. Wayne even called to check up on you. But like always you shut yourself down.

Things didn't get better the closer it got to Christmas. You didn't want to go home. Everything there would remind you of him. You couldn't even say or even think of his name.

You found yourself drawing again. Notebook after notebook was filled with broken hearts and love lost. Drawings of storms and sad little cartoons filled page after page.

Even school got hard for you. You would just stare off into the distance every class. And that was the worst because you kept getting flashbacks of all the good memories that turned sad when you saw them again. Work was a constant annoyance. And clubs were no longer fun.

When Christmas came you stood at school. Spending the holiday with Billy, Ellio and his family.

When Eddie went home for Christmas he was looking forward to finally talking to you. And when he saw his van he had hope. But when he talked to his uncle he found out a tow truck brought it back a couple of weeks ago.

Eddie was lost when you left the hotel that day. He didn't know what to do with himself. He talked to Mel about ending the contract. But he found out the penalty for breaking it. The band would have to give up the rights to all the songs that they came up with. And he would have to pay a very hefty fine to the girls. He couldn't put the guys through that. So he held up his end of the contract.

All he had to do was deal with Ava.

One night before new years he was on the tour bus working on a song. Nothing was coming together. The words were shit. And his playing was the worst.

"Eddie? Can I talk to you?"

He looked up and saw Ava standing there.

" I don't want anything to do with you."

" Please. I just really want to apologize for everything."

Eddie scoffed and went back to writing.

" Look, I know what I did was wrong. And I'm really sorry about taking advantage of you. I didn't think it was going to get out."

" Well it did! You should have never been that close to me to begin with."

" I know. I just- I really like you okay. And sometimes I do stupid shit to get what I want. But just know that I honestly feel awful for how things went about. I know that your relationship was important-"

" It still is Ava! Y/n is my everything."

" I-I know. And I'm sorry. But Eddie... We're good together. We work great with one another. You're just so amazing that it's hard not to fall for a guy like you. I know that nothing I say can make you see me differently. But Eddie, we could be so good together. I…I can show you that I'm not really like the person you got to know. And now that y/n is out of the picture-"

Eddie put down his pen and stood up.

" I don't want to get to know you. I know enough. You are the ugliest person I have ever met. Yes the band works great together. But you and I. It's never gonna happen. I love y/n. I want to be with her and no one else. She and I will never be finished. You got that. I don't give a shit if you have real feelings for me or not. Because I fucking hate you. I don't care if you're a really nice person underneath it all. I don't care if you lived or died. And after we're done with this tour. I'm done with you. If I never see you again. It would still be too soon. So stay the hell away from me."

He pushed past her. When he did she grabbed his arm.

" Eddie please-"

He jerked his arm away and pointed his finger in her face.

" THAT IS THE LAST TIME YOU DO THAT! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME AGAIN! DON'T LOOK AT ME. DON'T TALK TO ME. DON'T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT ME."

Eddie stormed off and went to smoke a cigarette. He could hear Jan giving Ava shit about her talking to him. He should have been that firm with her from the beginning. He honestly never was so cruel to anyone. But she needed to know that she didn't have a place in his life.

After that Ava kept her distance. Eddie could still feel her eyes sometimes. But, she stayed away.

When the tour was finally over. Eddie went back to Hawkins for a little while. Though he was happy to be there. He found himself constantly looking out his window to your room. He wished he could go back to all the times he sat there watching you. Seeing you dance around or doing homework. He grabbed his acoustic guitar and started playing. All the happy memories with you ran through his mind.

🎵

Reminiscing now

It makes me wonder how

the distance that we had

Make these moments so sad

The emotions on my face

They can never replace

The moments that we shared

The endless amount of care

What's become of us?

The friendship that started

Now waters uncharted

I see your face inside my head

And all the happiness that lead

To where we were not so long ago

Bleeding hearts that show

I still hear your laugh

I still feel your love.

Our love

🎵

Eddie looked down at his guitar and wiped away his tears.

I miss you Angel.

" Hey son."

Eddie looked up and saw his uncle in the doorway.

" Sounds good."

Eddie gave him a thin lip smile.

Wayne went to sit on the bed next to him.

" Have you talked to her?"

Eddie shook his head.

" Do you want to?"

He nodded.

" Then call her."

"I can't."

" Why not?"

" I've hurt her too much."

Wayne sighed. " It wasn't your fault. You didn't ask that girl to kiss you."

" No it is. If I just said no to the booze it would have never happened. Y/n would still be with me."

" Son. Life is hard enough. I know drinking can be fun. But getting drunk happens. As long as it doesn't happen every damn day. That girl took advantage of you. You can't beat yourself up for that."

" Yes I can. I lost y/n because of it."

" You didn't lose her."

Eddie shook his head. " I did. She's not with me. She said she has feelings for someone else."

" Do you really believe that?"

" N-no. But she said it."

" That's because she didn't know what to do. Girls are like that sometimes. They say things they don't mean when they're hurting. Actually I think we all do. Not that it's right. But you backed her into a corner with the ring."

Eddie put down his guitar. " I don't know what to do."

" I think you both need sometime. To think. To figure out the next step. But want to know something?"

Eddie looked at his uncle.

" It's not over between you two. There's too much there for it to be."

Eddie looked out his window again.

" Just take your time. Work on yourself. There's a lot of growing to do. And there's a lot to take care of right now. So handle your business. And when the time comes. And trust me when I say this. Everything will work out in the end."

…

On New Year's Elio convinced you to go out. Though you didn't want to, you did. You needed to get out of your head for just one night.

You, Elio, and Billy went to a bar. You were wearing such a beautiful red dress that Billy practically drooled seeing you. You guys dance and drank. You were actually having a good time with your friends.

Billy went outside to smoke and you went to join him.

" Hey."

" Hey sweets."

" It's getting really rowdy in there."

" Yeah. People in this town go nuts for New Year's."

You laughed a little. When you started to hug yourself from the cold, Billy took off his jacket and placed it on your shoulders.

" Thank you."

" Can't let you freeze sweets."

You smiled.

After a minute or so Billy saw you swaying to the song Take My breath Away.

He tossed his cigarette and grabbed your hand.

" Dance with me."

You nodded and put a hand on his shoulder as he put his free hand on your waist.

He rocked you back and forth. Spinning you around. Bringing you closer to him after.

" I'm really glad you came out."

You looked at him. " Me too."

There was a moment there where you just looked at each other.

Billy tucked your hair behind your ear. " You look beautiful y/n."

Feeling a little sad you rested your head on his shoulder.

" Thank you."

Billy wanted to kiss you. He wanted to spill his guts but then it started to snow.

You looked up as snowflakes fell on your face.

Billy had never seen you look so beautiful. When you looked back at him he smiled.

" You're a really good friend William. I'm so happy we met."

Billy sighed to himself. Friend.

When the song was over you pulled out of his arms. " Common. It's almost midnight."

You grabbed his hand and led him back inside.

As the countdown began Billy was trying to talk himself into kissing you. Maybe it would be too soon for that. But now Eddie wasn't in his way.

The countdown started. You and Elio started to count. Billy moved to face you two. He got closer and put a hand on your hip. You gave him a sweet smile. One came up so fast.

This is it. He thought. You moved closer to him and he leaned in.

" Happy New Years!" Everyone shouted.

Then you did it. You leaned in and kissed his cheek. Billy watched you pull away and give Elio a kiss on the cheek as well.

That hurt Billy. He thought you were gonna kiss him.

Elio saw a look in Billy's eyes. When you went to get more drinks for them, he got closer to talk him.

" You okay?"

Billy kept his eyes on you. "No."

" Want to talk about it?"

Billy rubbed his chin. "Uhh not right now."

While waiting for the drinks you thought about him. You hoped that his night was good. And that his new year would be wonderful.

Happy New Year Eds.

…

A month after the break up you were fast asleep. You just pulled a double shift at the restaurant and were completely exhausted. That Friday night was so busy, the only break you had was to pee and get something to drink. But the only thing that actually made the night was the amount of tips you left with.

You were suddenly woken up by Billy and Elio throwing themselves on your bed.

" What the-"

" Get up Hun."

" Yeah sweets. You can sleep when you're dead."

" I hate you both so much right now."

Elio smacked your bottom." Get your pretty ass up. We are going to the roller rink."

" Eww. Nope. Don't like that."

Elio got up and went to the closet to pull out an outfit for you. Billy laid down and started poking your side.

" Common sweets. Let's go have some fun."

" I'm tired William."

He pulled the blanket off of you and started to tickle your sides.

" Ahhhhh noooo!" You yelped, pushing his hands away.

He sat on top of you and pinned your hands on either side of your face. He smiled down at you.

"We're going. Even if I have to carry you out kicking and screaming."

" Oh please. You couldn't lift me."

He leaned in, getting closer to your face." Wanna bet."

For a second there. You felt something in his gaze. But you quickly brushed it off and rolled your eyes. Then all of a sudden Billy jumped off the bed and pulled you up. Tossing you over his shoulder.

Your eyes widened." Holy shit!"

" Just grab her shoes E. I got her." Billy said, smacking your bottom.

" You guys really need to stop smacking my ass. You'll give a girl the wrong idea."

Billy and Elio chuckled.

" Not our fault you got a nice ass Hun." Elio said following Billy to the car.

Once inside the rink you tied up your skates and went to the floor. Elio grabbed your hand and started spinning around. When he let you go you spun right into Billy's arms. You were a little dizzy and almost fell. But Billy had a firm hold on you.

You laughed for the first time in a month. The guys had missed that. Missed seeing you smile.

Billy held your hand as you guys skated around the rink. There were a few times there when you would lose your balance and Billy would grab ahold of you. His arms felt nice and he smelled really good.

Were you getting actual feelings for him? He was always there.

No. You thought.

You couldn't have feelings for Billy. Because you were still very much in love with him.

As the night went on, they took you out for pizza. For the first time in a whole month you felt okay. For a brief moment you forgot the sadness that had consumed every part of you. But as you reached for another slice of pizza your eyes fixed on the silver chain bracelet.

Suddenly you weren't so hungry anymore. You pulled your hand away and played with the bracelet.

The guys caught that. They exchanged looks and moved to sit on either side of you. Billy put a hand on the small of your back. Rubbing small circles with his thumb. You leaned into him while Elio grabbed your hand. Squeezing it gently.

You didn't say anything for the rest of the night. There was nothing to say. All you did was feel the pain in your heart. The feeling of sorrow and regret.

When you and Elio got back to your room you grabbed a notebook and started to draw. This one was different from the others. You started drawing a stage. You drew pillars on the sides draping them with black goo. You added some flames and stage lights. Adding a red dragon holding a guitar in its mouth on the very top of the stage. You drew small figures on the stage and a crowd looking up at them. Once you were finished with that one. You turned to a new page and drew a completely different stage. You kept doing that until you had a handful of pictures.

When Elio woke up the next morning he found you passed out with the book in your hands.

He scanned the pictures and shook his head. He ran his thumb across the words stage concepts. He didn't know why you did that. But he knew it wasn't helping you.

When you woke up, Elio was gone already. You went to the bathroom and stared at yourself in the mirror. You looked at your necklace. Then down to your hands. You closed your eyes as tears found them. Your lip quivered and your hands shook as you reached behind your neck and took off the necklace. You looked in the mirror again and wiped your tears away. You slide Eddie's ring and bracelet off. You grabbed the edge of the sink and hung your head.

" I need to not need you anymore." You said to yourself.

You went to your jewelry box and put the stuff in. You looked at all your pictures and picked each one of them up.

" I can't get better when I see you every morning and every night."

You sniffled and put them in the bottom drawer of your dresser. While sitting on your bed you looked out the window.

" I still want you…please wait for me."

You sat there for a while thinking about him. If he was okay. If he was taking care of himself.

Then Elio walked in with some coffee and donuts.

" Morning Hun."

" Morning."

Elio looked around your side of the room and noticed the pictures were gone. He set the stuff on the desk and came to sit with you.

" Are you okay?"

" I…I'm trying to be."

You both were quiet for a minute. Until you started to cry.

Elio held you and started rubbing your back.

" I miss him E. I miss him so much."

" I know Hun…I know."

…

Another month and you were getting better. You were finally getting better. Except at night. You would dream of him. You would dream of his smile. Of his laugh. Then you would wake up in tears. Elio would get up every time and hold you until you fell back asleep.

He didn't know what to do. He felt like you would always be like this.

That was until the following month. You stopped waking up like that. You still missed him and you still dreamt of him. But it got easier. Though you still hurt. That was the only way you could hear his voice. It was the only way you could see him.

One day the phone rang when you were in the bathroom getting ready for a night out with the guys.

Elio came to the door.

" Hey umm Jeff is on the phone."

You looked over and smiled. You went to the phone.

" Hello?"

" Hey!"

You let out a small laugh. " Hey Jeffy. How goes it?"

" It's good. I'm good. How are you?"

You looked at Elio and sat down.

You started fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. " Umm better."

" That's good. You sound better."

There was an awkward silence and Jeff knew what you wanted to ask.

" He's okay y/n. He's umm he's been focusing on the music."

" That's…that's good."

When it got quiet again, Jeff cleared his throat.

" Yeah. So umm the reason I called is, we're gonna be in Boston for a show next week."

" Really? That's cool."

" Yeah it's just us."

" Oh-okay."

" I uhhh. Was wondering if you would like to come?"

" O-oh…I-I. I don't-"

" I know that you guys aren't together. But you and I are still friends. And you're still friends with Gareth…we want to see you. I know…he would like to see you."

" I don't think-"

" Y/n you've always supported us. Even now. You still send me cards congratulating us on our new album and playing bigger venues….we really would like for you to come. Please."

You looked at your bottom drawer. You wanted to say yes. But you didn't want to backslide.

" I'm-I'm really sorry Jeff. I can't. I have a lot of work and school is hectic right now."

Jeff sighed. " Oh-okay. Well if you change your mind there will be three tickets for you and the guys at the ticket booth."

You guys were quiet again.

" I really am sorry Jeff."

" Me too."

" I'll- I'll talk to you later okay?"

" Yeah. Umm y/n?"

" Yeah?"

" Take care of yourself okay."

" I will."

" Bye. "

" Bye."

When you hung up Eddie looked at Jeff. Jeff just shook his head.

Eddie pressed his lips together, nodded and left. He went straight to a meeting. It's been three whole months and he hasn't picked up a drink. He wanted to. God he wanted to so badly. But he had to get better. Not just for his friends or for himself. But for you. To get you to trust him again. To get you back.

When you put the phone down Elio stood in front of you.

" What did he want?"

You looked up at him.

" He invited us to go see them in Boston.

"Oh...Do you want to go?"

You swallowed and looked back at the drawer. " It would be nice to see them again."

To see him.

" But?"

You sighed. " I don't know if I will be strong enough to handle seeing him."

Elio squatted in front of you and grabbed your hands. " Hun. You're doing so good now. You're finally laughing and smiling again. And I get that if it's too soon for you. Then it's fine to not go. But you'll never know if you are truly getting better if you can't even say his name. So let me ask you. Do you want to see Eddie?"

His name made your heart skip. Hearing it made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

You smiled. " Yes E. I want to see Eddie."

Elio got serious. " Okay. But if it ever gets too much to handle. Just give us the word and we'll get the hell out of there."

You nodded." Okay."

When you told Billy about going to Boston to support the band, he instantly thought it was a bad idea. He was just starting to get closer to you. And he didn't want you to get hurt again.

The whole drive there, he couldn't shake this feeling that something bad was gonna happen.

You guys got to the arena and got your tickets. Jeff even got you guys backstage passes. You didn't want to be that close to the stage yet. Afraid being that close to it might be too much. So you guys went to your balcony seats and waited.

The lights went out and you heard Eddie open. Everyone was screaming his name as the light shined on him. He looked so good. But you could see he was wasn't as into it as he used to be.

He was rocking the shit out of that stage and you could see him trying to put on his best performance. But he didn't look at the crowd. He went to the mic and started to sing. You caught yourself singing along with him.

Elio and Billy watched you the whole time. Waiting to see if you needed them. But you didn't. You bobbed your head and swayed your hips to each and every song.

Billy was happy that you were ok. But a part of him wished you weren't. He felt bad for feeling that way. But he was in love with you. And he didn't want you to want anyone else.

When the show was over. You decided you wanted to go backstage and talk to your friends. Elio and Billy followed.

You saw Gareth first. He was signing autographs.

" Gare!"

When he looked up his eyes widened.

" Uhh excuse me." He said to a couple of fans.

He jogged to you and gave you the biggest hug.

" I thought you couldn't come."

" Yeah. I'm sorry. I should have called to say I could."

He let you go and looked you over. " Damn! You looked."

You giggled. " I feel good. You guys were awesome."

He chuckled and called Jeff over.

" Y/n?! Shit you came."

" Hi Jeffy." You said giving him a big hug too.

The guys said their hellos and you looked around for Eddie.

" Uhh he went to the bus. He said he had to change real fast." Gareth whispered in your ear while giving you another hug.

You looked at Elio and Billy. " Umm I'm gonna go find Eddie okay?"

" We'll come with you." Billy said.

" No. It's okay. I'll be fine."

Elio looked worried. " Are you sure?"

" Yeah. It will be okay. I can do this." You reassured them.

The guys nodded and watched you walk away.

You went out the back entrance and saw the bus. While taking a deep breath and started for it. You felt so nervous but really excited to see him. What were you gonna say?

You stopped when you got to the side of the bus and started practicing what you were going to do.

Should I hug him?...No. Not yet.

" Hey Eds."

You shook your head and tried that again.

" Hi Eddie. I'm uhh you guys were great."

You sighed.

" Hey Munson. Great show."

Yeah thats it.

You opened the door and climbed up the steps. You didn't see him right away so you announced yourself.

Your voice was low, almost a whisper " Eddie?"

You walked through the big vehicle and made it to the back room door. It was open just a crack. You heard shuffling and some grunting. You raised your hand to knock when you heard Eddie groaned. You should have left right then and there. But your curiosity got the better of you. You pushed the door a little and caught a sight that you weren't prepared for.

There was a long haired blonde girl on her knees sucking Eddie off. Your heart fell. Eddie's head was thrown back and his hand on the back of her head. You started backing away. But you ran into a closet knocking over something.

You looked down trying to catch whatever it was, but you weren't fast enough.

When you looked back up, Eddie's eyes were wide as you met them.

You quickly turned around and left.

" Y/n!" Eddie called after you.

He pushed the girl away and pulled up his pants.

He ran out of the room. Once he was off the bus he saw you heading for the door.

" Y/n please wait."

You tried so hard not to cry. All you could think about was that this was your fault. Eddie had moved on because you told him that you wanted someone else.

Eddie grabbed your arm. When you turned around he let you go.

" Y/n I can explain."

" N-no." You shook your head not looking at him. " It's…it's none of my business."

Eddie didn't know you were coming. If he had he would have kicked that girl out when he found her in the bus.

" Y/n it was nothing…I swear."

" No Eddie. It's fine. I-I just came to say hi. And that you did a great job."

Eddie knew you were hurt. He could hear it in your voice. He could feel it.

" Y/n please." He tried to get you to look at him. I-I didn't know-"

" It's fine. Really. I-I h-have to go. Umm Elio and Billy are waiting for me." You finally met his eyes." Take care of yourself…goodbye Eds."

Eddie's heart shattered watching you walk away from him again. What the fuck did he just do?

When you got back to the guys they immediately knew something was wrong.

You went straight to Billy. " Take me home."

He cupped your face and nodded. " Let's go."

He handed Elio the keys and sat in the back with you as you cried.

" What happened?"

" It's…it's all my f-f-fault. "

" What is? What happened? Please sweets... Please talk to me." Billy pleaded.

You shook your head. " H-h-he was with someone…. What …what have I done?"

Billy held you tighter. " You did do anything. Okay? What he did was his choice."

You cried hard." He moved on. He-he's gone now."

Billy wanted to kill Eddie for making you like this again. But all he could do was be there for you.

When you guys went back to the dorm you were all cried out. Billy and Elio helped you into bed. Before Billy could leave you grabbed his hand.

" Please stay."

The sad look in your eyes killed him.

He nodded and took off his jacket and shoes. Climbing into bed with you.

You fell asleep in his arms soon after.

Elio laid on his bed watching you two.

" Billy?" He whispered.

" Hmmm?"

" Promise me you won't hurt her like he did."

Billy looked over at Elio and whispered back. " I would never hurt her…I love her."

Elio laid back and looked up at the ceiling. " I know you do. But she's not ready yet."

Billy sighed and looked at you. Moving a strand of hair behind your ear.

" Hopefully one day she will be…until then. I will be here. Always."

...

@chloe-6123 @irishhappiness @idkidknemore @hiscrimsonangel @hellv1ra @browneyes528 @b-irock @erinsingalong @salenorona23 @eddie-is-a-god @screaming-blue-bagel

[patrickpattersxn]

Task Eleven → Intro & Connections

Patrick Patterson

Character Information*

The Basics*

FULL NAME: patrick patterson

NICKNAME: n/a

GENDER: male

PRONOUNS: he/him

AGE: thirty-three

OCCUPATION: bartender @ mount olympus member of hayden bodaways mob, third in command

FACECLAIM: adam driver

ORIENTATION: straight

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

PETS: none - he can barely look after himself

The Personality*

+ Loyal, Efficient, Obedient - Anxious, Short-Tempered, Mischievous

patrick is someone that can’t hide his emotions. It became a running joke that he could only feel one emotion at a time since whatever emotion he felt seemed to completely overwhelm him. he’s not the most intelligent person, in fact, in his own opinion his brother got all the good genes and all the leftover ones were left for him. he’s tall and has a default facial expression that can be daunting and intimidating to others but he is a big softie on the inside. patrick is awkward and incredibly anxious about a lot of things and that is a main factor to why he  prefers to stay in the background, leaving his brother to take the lead out of them both.

patrick is a dumb dumb. he’s not great at identifying what people need in terms of care but he tries his best and that really shows. he only tries when he’s around people he cares about. patrick is selective of who he cares about, he’s been burned before. he keeps his circle small to his family/extended family. if someone’s in need and it’s an emergency, it’s probably not patrick you want to call for.

Additional Notes*

hates technology

there’s a running scoreboard in mount olympus of ‘patrick vs technology’ the technology is winning by a long mile

sandwich enthusiast - basically lives off them

clumsy af 

he’s. kinda. just. there. like a stray cat. or a big plant.

Random Quirks*

known for spraying people with the water hose in the bar if they’re annoying him 

a genius at maths but can’t articulate his thoughts for shit

banned from yoga class because mrs hasagawa said that she’s seem more grace in a piece of wet spaghetti

Wanted Connections*

friends

neighbours

work colleagues - @henrikhera @ritasaysrelax @paxtonpatterson

ex’s - ended on good or bad terms, lingering feelings, on again & off again

lovers

childhood friends - since hayden took him in

will they, won’t they

first love

Wanted Plots / Plot Ideas*

fake girlfriend because I saw what lengths my mum went to to set up my brother and i don’t want that to happen to me. it started out as a joke. patrick invited muse b to one of their family’s formal dinner parties to get their relatives off of their case. so many business opportunities to talk about, but somehow, a young adult’s love-life was much more interesting. muse b agreed to it, having grown up in a much poorer setting, just to see what it was like. the first party that they attended together, muse a found much more interesting than any had ever before, all of the attention taken off from them. muse b found it to as amazing as they imagined. they fit in naturally in the setting, creating avid conversation with all around. after that, a pact was made. patrick and muse b would be formal dates to these parties in each event. but what happens when an act begins to slip into reality?

romeo & juliet (mob version) - they’re involved in the mob on opposing sides. they meet on a mission or are sent to wipe the other out, safe to say that doesn’t happen. they sneak around to avoid being caught, drama and angst ensues

patrick ends up getting a room-mate and they continuously keep getting into awkward situations between the two like, he walks in on her in the shower or she walks in on him half naked and it just keeps getting super super awkward between the two and you can just feel the tension between the two

Taken Connections*

parental figures - @haydenbodaway and @itspersephxne - hayden took patrick and paxton in when they were kids & saved patricks life. the patterson brothers seen hayden as their dad since then and hayden eventually adopted them officially. persephone came into their lives when she met hayden and they struck up a relationship. she’s kind, sweet and has a lot of motherly tendencies - especially when looking out for patrick who is the younger of the pattersons. persephone has become a mother figure to the pattersons and patrick has no doubt that it’s only a matter of time until it’s official, expecially with hayden and persephone now expecting twins.

boss - @haydenbodaway - when patrick first met hayden properly he know there and then what the phrase ‘fear of god’ really meant. despite being his dad, hayden checks that title at the door and when they’re in a workplace environment, it’s strictly boss and employee in both bar and mob. the mob is a secret in town and patrick is third in command after hayden and paxton. he knows hayden is prepping paxton to take over the mob one day and patrick is relieved that he doesn’t have to deal with that responsibility.

brother - @paxtonpatterson - patrick’s big brother. the boys lost their parents when they were young and they have been fending for themselves ever since. his brother is the only one that he feels like he can rely on and as the younger of the two brothers, patrick looks up to paxton and admires his brother massively. paxton can do no wrong in patrick’s eyes and patrick follows him blindly into whatever situation his brother gets involved in. He truly believes that his brother knows what’s best for them.

ex - @sweetellafontaine - ella and patricks relationship has become a complicated one. ella is hayden’s goddaughter. patrick and ella were good friends and patrick looked out for ella, eventually ella had confessed feelings for him and after what felt like forever he finally opened up and confessed the same. it wasn’t long after that things had fallen apart, he had fallen out of favour and they split up. patrick took this hard as ella had encouraged him to open up. it was the first time he had really opened up to someone only for them to decide it wasn’t for them. it was a harsh blow. he knows it’s not ella’s fault, but it’s hard to not feel a sting at that. 

brother’s girlfriend whatever the hell is going on - @themanagerisavampirex - and patrick thought he was the stupid one. jesus christ. watching nani and paxton skate around their obvious feelings has patrick wanting to scream. no only is it a harsh reminder he’s likely to be forever alone, but it’s the first time he’s seen his brother genuinely happy. paxton was always so angry and deliberatly drows himself in a sea of work (both the bar and mob) but nani has managed to pull him up for air. patrick honest to god likes seeing his brother happy, he forgot what his brothers laugh sounded like until nani came along. he’s just worried about how nani will react when paxton tells her other work/not bar related news. 

cousin - @henrikhera - sunspot. hayden dislikes henrik because he’s his brother’s son but patrick doesn’t mind the guy. he thinks it’s cool that henrik stood up to his parents and started dating @magicalterencegold even thought he knew how they would react. he respects henrik for that. 

uncle - @aresolympia - hayden’s brother & patricks uncle. he’s actually pretty concerned for his uncles eyesight but knows ares and hayden have the money for the best doctors money can buy. he was recently at ares and gaspards wedding, he had a great time at that and is glad his uncle found someone. 

she’s pretty and scary - @imattractedtopower - she came into the bar, asked for a wine and patrick made a fool of himself. 

Other*

One character from the open tag you would like to see taken / added to the Most Wanted page -  from the most wanted page - gail chen & from the open tag to be added to the most wanted page - the parr brothers

One Character you want to see a bio for in relation to this specific character - philoctetes aka phil

[hoffmannwrites]

On My List

1  - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 + 1 Masterlist

Author’s Note:

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Description: 5 Times Steve and Eddie kiss as friends, and one time they don't.

Warnings/Tags: Everyone lives, Nobody dies, 5+1, Kissing, Fluff, Idiots to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, some pretty brief mentions for drinking, smoking, musical theater (yes, that gets it's own warning), uhhh they're gay your honor, no beta we die like Barb, let me know if I missed anything?

Suddenly, Seymour

By the time their 4th kiss rolls around, Steve is starting to think that maybe he hallucinated the whole fucking thing. Eddie hasn’t made a single move or mentioned any of the kisses at all to Steve since NYE. Even Robin had gone from “Oh my god, he’s totally into you” to “well, you know how Eddie is. He loves to cause chaos.”  Eddie and Steve still see each other regularly, usually at least once a week on their own volition and a couple times in between while driving around the children. And in the almost month that had past, not once has Eddie even hinted at anything happening between them.

So, Steve did what he did best and pushed it all down and focused on anything else other than the metal head. This focus included helping Dustin audition for the school musical, Little Shop of Horrors.  Steve didn’t know much about acting and his singing knowledge was limited to what he learned as a kid in church choir, but he was very good at critiquing Dustin. Steve even watched the movie with Rick Moranis and everything so he knew what was going on in the musical and how it should feel (and totally not because he thought Steve Martin looked kinda hot in the leather jacket with the motorcycle even if he was a piece of shit).

Dustin was auditioning for the lead, Seymour. Part of the audition was having to do a duet with someone auditioning for Audrey, and kissing her at the end of the song. Dustin was really good at every other thing he had to do for this role, but the idea of kissing someone random on stage in front of the whole town was really freaking him out. (Sure, cannibalism and murder was fine, but god forbid there was PDA). Of course, Steve became his personal director for this particular issue, as the ex-ladies man was very familiar with kissing practical strangers in public.

“Listen, you just gotta think about Suzie,” he advised.

“You want me to think about my girlfriend while kissing another girl?” Dustin questioned, looking at Steve like he has 5 heads.

“No that’s not what I-“, Steve started. He sat down on the couch next to the now Sophomore. “Look. This whole song is about realizing you’re in love, right? It’s about finally getting the girl. It’s about finally realizing that the person who’s been by your side this whole time, who’s had your back since day one, who’s never hurt you is the love of your life. And you’re finally ready to see that, to admit it,” Steve explains. “Not only are you falling in love with your best friend, but you have this feeling of-of hope. There’s a weight off your shoulders and everything just might work out in your favor. And that’s how you feel about Suzie, right? Like it’s all gonna be okay when you look at her?” Dustin nods in response and Steve continues. “So you gotta take all that- all that love and light and- and hope and put it into this song, and the kiss. It’s not about kissing someone on stage, it’s about making the audience feel that joy that your character is feeling.”

“Wow, Harrington. I didn’t know you were such a fuckin’ sap.” Eddie’s voice rings out from the doorframe of Dustin’s bedroom, scaring the ever living shit out of the other two boys. “Jesus Christ, Eddie, you can’t just sneak up on people like that,” Dustin scolds.

Eddie puts his hands up in defense “Sorry, sorry. Stevie was on a roll, there. I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Yeah, he was. I just still don’t get how I’m supposed to kiss someone that I’m not into without it being weird or at least looking weird, ya know?” It’s Eddie’s turn to offer some advice, now.

“Oh, Dustybun, it’s way easier than it sounds. Isn’t that the whole point of acting? You do it every week at Hellfire, this is just like that. You’re woo-ing the fair maiden to get access to the castle and it’s armory. Except, instead of rolling a D20 and convincing me, it’s an audience that actually wants you to win.”

And Dustin thinks about that for a minute, because yeah he does have to “act” in Hellfire every week and there have been a few times where his character has had to flirt his way out of some sticky situations. But he still has his reservations. “If it’s so easy, why don’t you guys do it?” He says to his mentors,  not wanting to admit they were right so easily.

“Fine,” Steve almost snaps before Eddie has the chance to make some sarcastic come back. The metal head looks over at Steve, a little wide-eyed, but before he can protest, Steve is talking again. “I’m no singer, but I’ll do my best. You know the song?” He asks Eddie. 

“Uh, yeah kind of,” he croaks out, too caught off guard to really say anything else.

“Alright. We’ll start with the last chorus. You okay taking Audrey?” Eddie nods his head as Steve hands him a lyric sheet, still a little stunned at everything that’s happening. Man, he just came to pick up some Hellfire notes Dustin had for him. And now here he was, standing in Dustin’s bedroom, singing a fucking love song with Steve Harrington. Shit, he wasn’t even a soprano, he can’t hit these notes! Eddie clears his throat and starts singing, albeit taking it down an octave. Steve is right there with him, singing the back up vocals with surprising emotion. Holy shit, Harrington can sing. Holy shit, can Harrington act? There’s no time to really dwell on the revelation right now, because Eddie realizes he should probably be acting too. Only he doesn’t really have to act like he loves Steve because he does, oh god, he does. Has been since he watched that idiot jump into a lake that was also an inter-dimensional portal with zero hesitation.

So they’re singing to each other, standing face to face but far enough apart that it’s not, like, weird or anything. And then it is weird, it’s so so weird because they’re on the last bit of the song and Steve has moved in closer to Eddie and is looking at him like he did right after Eddie kissed him on New Years. By the third “sweet understanding”, Steve grabs both of Eddie’s hands and steps in really close now, so much that they’re singing the last line directly to each other, staring each other in the eyes. And when that last note wraps up, where there should be some orchestral music and applause from an auditorium filled with people, Steve moves his hands to around Eddie’s waist and kisses him like they do in all those sappy movies. Steve’s hand are everywhere and Eddie feels like he’s being completely held together by the younger man, like every piece of him will shatter the second he lets go. And they kiss, chaste and unmoving, waiting for the fake applause to die down and the stage lights to fade to black so the next scene can start. But they break apart and Steve turns to Dustin and raises his eyebrows looking for approval, like he didn’t just melt the metal heads brain.

“Woah.” Dustin is kind of flabbergasted by the display he just saw. “Why didn’t you guys do the plays in school? That was super convincing. Like, so good.”

Steve smiles, all teeth, beaming and proud. “Yeah, well, we were busy. With sports. And, uh,” he gestures vaguely to Eddie, “and drugs.” Eddie has regained enough brain function at this point to shrug in agreement with the last statement, but he’s wondering if Steve’s really that good of an actor or if there’s something else there. No, probably just wishful thinking. But as Dustin gets up to find the papers Eddie came for and Steve offers them both a rushed goodbye as he realizes he’s late for his shift, Eddie can’t help but remember that this is the fourth time Steve’s mouth has been on his. 

A/N:

Idk shit about fuck about D&D. I've been trying to get someone to teach me or let me join them or anything and I simply cannot. If I am using the wrong die for this hypothetical situation in my fictional non-canon story about fictional people in a fantasy horror show, I'm sorry. This isn't Um, Actually, okay? I'm just guessing.

I also know nothing about the licensing process for school musicals, but the Little Shop movie came out in ‘86 and I love the idea of a fanatic drama teacher making it the musical. And Dustin would love it because it’s about a giant plant who eats people because it’s an alien. I also haven’t seen the full musical (not the movie, they’re different) since I was like 7 so please pardon me if they don’t actually kiss during Suddenly, Seymour. 

[underburningstars]

My HPFC Holiday Bingo

winter hearts

wolfstar ft. baby Teddy

G, No warnings

Sirius gets the best Christmas present in the form of a lost kid and his father

entangled

james sirius potter x scorpius malfoy

G, No warnings

After a tiring day at work, the only thing Scorpius wanted was to fall asleep in his boyfriend's arms. Now he just had to get said boyfriend out of the mess of fairy lights to do that.

fall from grace, just to touch your face

jegulus ft. death eater James

T, No warnings

Right in front of him was someone he never thought he'd see ever again.

The reason he became a part of this madness. The one he so desperately wanted to protect.

James – Fucking – Potter.

niveus

wolfstar exes to lovers ft. background jegulus and pandalily

G, No warnings

As much as Remus enjoyed his days in Spain, he had missed London a lot. The grey skies, the busy roads, the chill of winter, his friends. He missed everything about London. He even missed the reason he left for Spain in the first place.

Sirius Black.

Aka his ex.

histoire sans fin

drarry

G, No warnings

He doesn’t mind most things these days, actually–the world is tinted a little more pink now, and he’s pretty sure that it’s because of–

“Draco!”

you are my home, my home for all seasons

dragontamer (draco x charlie)

E, No other warning

The door opens and the one who enters is the absolute last person Charlie expected to see. What the hell is Draco - sodding - Malfoy doing in a Dragon Sanctuary?

sweetest kind of evil

Regulus Black x Tom Riddle

E, Minor Character Death

He is a good kisser, a very good kisser. The kiss is deep and heated with just the perfect amount of teeth and tongue curling around his in such a way that makes him go weak in the knees. The kisses trail down to his neck and the man sucks and bites on all the perfect spots.

It's really unfortunate that he has to die.

obsessively, you

Jegulus

M, Minor Character Death

He could've been in bed with Regulus if it wasn't for this arsehole. He thought he'd be able to avoid getting his hands bloody at least on his honeymoon–he already has enough of that in London. But no, this piece of shit – now literally – just had to mess it up.

[mountttmase]

Good morninggg 🩷

You were sat in your dining room, dressed up to the nines, waiting for your husband to get home from work. If you were doing this then you were doing it properly, wanting this version of yourself to be his last memory of you. OMG LOZ, WHAT????

You looked fit for a funeral but it gave you the confidence boost you needed to get the job done. THIS MADE ME LAUGH A LOT😂🫢

Listen I'm scared of going on reading, she's married with someone else, true?TRUEEE?

Before you could think of anything else, you heard his key in the lock and the door slamming shut moments later. You watched as he entered the room, swinging his bag onto the sofa haphazardly before his eyes locked onto yours. GOD I'M ANXIOUS, WHO IS HIMMM

He is a proper pig, so no Mason 🫢🤞🏻

‘I’m leaving you’ THAT'S MY WOMAN

‘Oh, you’re serious’ he said, the smile on his face returning and it made your skin crawl. ‘Sure thing, babe’ he laughed again before going to stand, but the sound of you standing up from your chair kept him in is seat. O GO FUCK YOURSELF, PIECE OF SHIT, CONTROLLING PIG

‘I’d rather have nothing than stay another second here’ you told him calmly, before stepping away from the table, picking up your coat and making your way you the door. I WANT TO HUG HER SUPER TIGHT, BABY YOU'RE SOOO STRONG

As much as you hated to admit it, your now ex-husband was right, you really didn’t have many people in your life and he was the one that made sure of that. Isolating you from everyone so you became reliant on him. He knew you’d of left a lot quicker if you were surrounded by people that love you. OH BABE, MOUNT IS COMING IN YOUR WAY

NO WAIT SHE REFERES TO HER FRIENDS WHIT THEM SO NO SEX PRONOUN, IF ITS MASON ILL BE THE HAPPIER PERSON EVER

Before you knew it you were there, pulling up outside and punching in the code you had memorised. As soon as you were parked, you ran to the front door and pounded on it until it opened and you were met with the big brown eyes of Mason. O GOD, IT'S HIM, LOZZZZZ I'M SCREAMING, LISTEN THIS FIC IS ALREADY MY FAVOURITE🫢😂

‘Come on love, let’s get out inside and out the cold, yeah?’ He whispered and you nodded weakly, allowing him to pull you inside. After shutting the door with his hip, he slowly walked you over to his sofa where he sat beside you and pulled you back into him. You sobbed your little heart out whilst he held you as tightly as he could to his body. The only sounds coming from him were his little comments of encouragement, telling you that everything was okay and you were safe now. THAT'S HOW THE BEST LOVE STORIES STARTS, HE HAD TO HAVE BEEN SOOO HURT WHEN SHE GOT MARRIED TO ANOTHER MAN (PIG)

And that was the main reason for your tears, more relief than sadness. Yes you were sad your relationship of five years and marriage of three was finally over, yet that was outweighed by the lightness you felt in your chest of never having to see him again and the feel of the strong and safe arms around you now. YOU'RE ARE SAFE NOW LOVE🩷

You thought you were almost done crying but when Mason told you he was proud of you, you only sobbed harder. CAN I ALREADY BE IN LOVE WITH THEM?

He was the perfect gentleman at first, buying you gifts and taking you on trips. You loved being around him as he made you feel like a princess. He told you it was you and him against the world and he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you. GOD, THEY ARE ALWAYS LIKE THAT, AND THEN WHEN THEY SHOW THE REAL THEMSELVES EVERY SHITTY THINGH IS THERE

When he proposed you said yes straight away and had a small wedding, just the two of you and some whitenesses. You knew you had hurt Mason by not inviting him as you’d always promised to be there for each other in the big moments. He had called you the day after and the sound of his broken voice made you feel more guilty than you ever had before, but you knew he couldn’t be there. Eric still thought the two of you were no longer in contact. OH, THAT HURT, I'M CRYING 😢 😭

I HATE MEN🤗

Oh, so he cheated on her too, can we delete him?

‘I mean it y/n I’m so fucking proud of you’ he told you again with a light kiss to your forehead. ‘I’m not gonna pretend like I knew exactly what was happening between the two of you but I never liked him and I think you know that.’ You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at this, nodding your head. ‘He made you not you, and I want you back’ he said with a sad smile. ‘I’m back’ you croaked and kissed your forehead again. OK, NOW I'M ON THE Y/N AND MASON TRAIN, ARE WE DEPARTING SOON? MUM AND DAD N.2

‘I need to ask you something’ he said with a more serious tone and you gulped before he continued. ‘You don’t have to tell me what happed, not if you don’t want to or if you do we can wait until you’re ready to talk but I need to know one thing and I need to you be honest with me okay?’ You just nodded and he took a breath before speaking. ‘Did he ever hurt you? You know like… physically?’ HE'S SO SCARED OF THE POSSIBLE ANSWER

‘Don’t be silly, I know how to the use the washing machine now’ he proudly boasted and you shook your head at his silliness. AHHAHAHA, MOUNT, FINALLY YOU LEARNED, YOU TORTURED YOUR MOTHER MAKING HER DRIVE AT YOURS TO WASH YOUR UNDERWEAR

‘So I kind of need to ask another favour’ you gulped. You knew it would probably be fine with what you were about to ask but you wanted to make sure anyway. He just nodded a waited for you to carry on. ‘I don’t really have anywhere else to go, and it won’t be for long I’ll sort myself out but can I stay with you for a bit?’ He looked back at you like you were asking the most obvious thing in the world before taking your hands in his. LOVE, THAT'S GOING TO BE YOUR HOUSE FOR EVER, DON'T WORRY

‘Now what do you say, you grab a quick shower and I’ll order us some dinner and then we have a movie night like we used to when we’re we’re kids?’ He suggested I LOVE THAT MAN, YOU ALWAYS WRITE HIM PERFECTLY, AND I CAN SEE HIM BEING LIKE YOU DESCRIBE HIM

‘I remember, Mason’ you said with a slight smile SILLY YOU😂

‘Thank you, Mase’ you whispered. Stepping towards him and kissing his cheek before turning on your heel to walk up his stairs. You knew he hadn’t moved yet, clearly watching you walk up and you were wondering what had come over him all of a sudden but the thought of being under the warm water kept your legs moving. I'M DEAD OF LOVE🤗🤗🤗

‘Shit, sorry’ he laughed, a blush covering his cheeks as he looked at you in your towel. ‘I uh, I just put all your stuff in there. Was that everything?’ He asked pointing back to your one suitcase and lone duffel bag. HE LOVES HER, GOD, HE'S SO WHIPPED 🫢🫢🫢

‘Foods here’ he said quietly. ‘I thought maybe we could eat in my room? Like old times’ he asked you and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think he might be nervous. I'M NOT GOOD, THEY ARE SOOOOO SWEET 🩷🩷🩷🩷

‘I figured it was a special occasion’ he winked and you couldn’t ignore the little flip in your tummy at his gesture. ‘I ordered your favourite’ THAT'S A MAN, SWEETHEART, OPEN YOUR PRETTY EYES

Your eyes snapped over to Mason as you hadn’t heard him move and you caught him staring at you with wide eyes and slightly parted lips, but he looked away just as quickly, his eyes focusing on the movie. You were unsure of what to make of all the strange looks he was giving you, figuring he felt a bit sorry for you and was just checking to make sure you were okay, but you both carried on eating in silence. When you’d had enough Mason quickly ran downstairs to put the pizza in the fridge before joining you back in his bed. NO SWEETY, HE'S JUST IN LOVE AND CANT STOP ADMIRING HIS FUTURE WIFE AND CHILDREN'S MOTHER🫢🫢🫢

‘Masey?’ You asked and he smiled at the use of his nickname you only bought out when you wanted something. ‘Do you maybe think I could have a cuddle?’ You questioned, and his face softened immediately, scooting down the bed and opening up his arms for you to fall in to. THE TWO OF THEM ARE SO SOFT

‘Well I’m fine right now, I think I’m still on a bit of a high, but what about in a few days time when I crash back down to earth? What if I end up running back to him? what if he calls and I’m not strong enough to ignore it?’ YOUR MAN WILL HAVE YOUR BACK BABES, DON'T WORRY

‘Why didn’t you tell me how bad it was?’ He questioned. BABY, I CAN FEEL HIS HEART CRACK

‘I promise. No one goes near my girl without my say so’OOOOO🫢🫢🫢🫢🫢🫢

‘No, can I stay here with you tonight?’ You asked quietly, and he nodded, settling down more as he held you. ‘Promise you’ll still be here when I wake up?’ You murmured and you felt his body shake and he let out a small laugh. OH, I'M MELTED

True to his word Mason was still there when you woke up the next morning, and the one after that, and the one after that also. In fact you hadn’t spent one night in his guest room, opting to be with him in his bed, reminiscing about the old days until you fell asleep in each others arms. EHEHHEHEH, GOD JOB GIRL

The next thing you felt was Masons thumb pulling on your lip, freeing it from in between your teeth, and you both looked at each other with wide eyes and your heart began to race. 🫢🫢

‘Why don’t you say you worked for me?’ He shrugged, defusing the tension a bit. I LOVE HIM

‘You don’t want me here all the time, living rent free and cramping your style. What if you wanna bring a date back or something? I don’t wanna be in the way’ CUTIE, YOU'RE GOING TO BE HIS ONLY DATE FOR EVER, TRUST YOUR SISTER THERE

That was until later on that evening. You noticed he was on his phone a lot, texting someone with a permanent grin on his face every time your back was turned. HE FOUND A JOB FOR HER, I KNOW

AHHAHAHAHHA, I LOVE HER JELOUSY

‘Oh um, actually I think maybe it’s best if I sleep in the guest room tonight’ you told him whilst sitting up, he turned to look at you with a hurt and confused expression. GIRL, DON'T DO THAT

‘Have I done something wrong?’ He questioned and you started to feel like the worst person in the world. ‘I feel like you’ve been off with me tonight. If I’m being too much and you want some space you can tell me’ he said, standing up and stopping right in front of you. Your eyes filled with tears at this, he was always putting you first and you were in a mood with him over nothing but your own confused feelings. LISTEN, Y/N, I LOVE YOU, A LOT ACTUALLY, BUT DONT MAKE OUR MAN UPSET PLEASE

It was dark inside and Mason was already under the covers, his back facing away from you. You slipped into bed quietly, pressing yourself up against his back and wrapping your arm around his waist. You felt his whole body relax into you as he threaded his fingers through yours and hugged them to his chest. Hoping he couldn’t feel your racing heart against his back but if he could he didn’t say anything.GOOD CHOICE GIRL, YOURE FORGIVEN

NIGHT BABY🫢🫢🫢

THE NECKLACE 🫠

THEY ARE GOING OUT TO CELEBRATE HER NEW JOB, AREN'T THEY?🫢😂

He even bought her a bag, how can he be so perfect?😍

She's refounding her friends and the people who loves her, and I adore it

MMM, I DONT HONESTLY LIKE THE BAR SITUATION...WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN?

‘Hey pretty girl’ he murmured into your neck, kissing it softly and you could of sworn you felt him chuckle at the way your body shivered when he touched you. ‘I’ve missed you’ YOU CAN FIND ME DEADDDD

DECLAN IS OUR SHIP CAPTAIN

‘Look, you didn’t hear it from me’ he chuckled, quietly grabbing your attention back from your thoughts ‘but he worships the ground you walk on. That night you first showed up at his house? He called me and was ready to commit murder for you. I know it may seem a bit scary, but life’s about taking risks yeah? You wouldn’t be here out with us tonight if you hadn’t been brave’ THAT SO BEAUTIFUL AND SWEET

OK, we ate safe, nothing bad happened at the club😇

‘Mase?’ You questioned, almost breathlessly. He hummed to let you know he was listening but he didn’t take his focus off the back of your neck. ‘Do you think you could unzip me?’ NAUGHTY

MM, she's going to regret it, I have this really bad feeling

Oh, no, she stopped him, that's a good choice girl

'I wanna kiss you so bad’ he suddenly admitted, speaking quietly into you temple. MOUNT, LIKE THAT?🤣😅

‘No it’s not. I’ve wanted to kiss you since I was 17, and I’m pretty sure I haven’t been drunk since then’ he argued you couldn’t help but let out a giggle before he buried his head in your neck. ‘Don’t laugh, it’s true’ he teased ‘do you know how hard it’s been for me? To see you with that prick for years when I know you should have been mine? But you’re my best friend and I was trying to be supportive. And then you turn up here looking hot as hell and you’re sleeping next to me every night in those fucking silky pyjamas that drive me insane. like do you know how difficult it’s been?’ He whined but you could tell there was a layer of humour underneath. ‘I don’t want to overstep the mark cause I know you’re not ready for any of that but fuck, you’re on my mind 24/7’ You grabbed of hold of his face and forced him to look at you. OH GOD, HE ADMITTED IT AND HE DID IN A PERFECT WAY 🫠🫠🫠

EHEHEHHEHEHEH, WHERE'S THE MORNINGGGG

‘Let’s get some sleep then, so the morning comes quicker’ he told you, like a kid on Christmas, and you couldn’t help but place a kiss on his forehead. EXACTLY MASON

YEAH I KNOW YOU LOVE EACH OTHER, IT'S PRETTY CLEAR AND OBLIVIOUS

GOD IM IN LOVE, THE WAKING UP SCENNE ....PERFECTION

YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT THE BREAKFAST, JUST KISS COME ON😅

AND NOW SHE'S DOUBTING EVERYTHING, MOUNT WAKE UP, IMMEDIATELY OR I'LL BEAT YOU

He seemed to take offence to this though, muttering a soft hey, and huffing like a child. I CAN IMAGINE HIS VOICE 🤣🤣🤣

‘Y/n?’ He questioned and you met his soft eyes, a barely their smile on his lips as he prepared himself to speak again. ‘Do you think I could have that kiss now?’ He asked quietly and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling too wide. YOU'RE SAFE FROM THE BEATING MASON🫢🫢🫢

He started off by pressing a few kisses on your cheek, checking with you that you were okay before moving closer to your mouth. With one last look into your eyes, he closed the space between you and planted his lips on yours. I HAVE ELEPHANTS ON MY BELLY🥰🥰🥰

‘Why the fuck have we not done that sooner’ he laughed before pressing another quick kiss to your lips. ‘God, I can’t stop’ he joked, pressing more kisses all over your face until he made it back to your lips, pulling you in closer and tilting your face so he could get a better angle and kiss you even deeper. AHHAHAHAHAHHA, SILLY

He's in love🫢🩷 and he's so understanding, he wants to be her man for life, and he knew that for ever, but now he finally admitted it to her, THAT'S A MAN

‘You don’t have to prove anything to me, Mase’ you told him with a smile and he let out a tiny laugh. 🥰🥰🥰🥰

OMG SHE SAID IT TO, BUT WE HAVE ANOTHER PART, SO IM SCARED OF WHAT WILL HAPPEN

LOZ, YOU'RE INSANE. That's officially my favorite fic ever, oh my, that was perfection. I felt the love, the insecurities, the jelousy, the esitation, everything.

Thank you for sharing that work of art with us, you just made my day from the early hours

Can't wait to know what's going to happen in the next part🫢🫢🫢

Thank you so much for that, love you🩷🩷

My favourite feedback 😭🩷

I’m so glad you loved it and I can’t wait for you to read the second part

I love getting to read it back through like this it’s like reading it with you 😭😂🩷

[reallyromealone]

Yandere! Mikey x male reader

Its my first time writing yandere stuff and it's a weird transition from fluff so please don't be mean to me about it I did my best @the-punkrock-punk-rock can testify I'm a weenie who eats basically anything

Also I find it so fun when people find my shit posting account like "how? It's such a super secret name" as if it weren't literally a word shorter than this blogs name

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The worst day of (name)s life was when Manjiro Sano broke up with him.

Mikey had began changing for the worse and (name) tried desperately to hold on.

To be there for him.

To give him love.

But the blond didn't even break up with him in person.

Just a scrap piece of paper.

'im breaking up with you'

That's all it said and god he wanted it to be a sick joke, for Mikey to come out and hold him close but he knew it was nothing more than painful truth.

Time had passed, (name) managing to pick up the pieces of his broken heart and it wasn't the same but he managed.

Took down the pictures of them together, put his clothes and belongings in boxes and in storage as it just became to painful to look at.

Put the engagement ring he was going to give Manjiro--- no it was Mikey now, Manjiro left long ago.

He couldn't bring himself to get rid of the ring, it held so much power over his heart and mind.

A reminder of just how much he loves the other.

He had to leave for a bit.

Tokyo brought him so much pain.

And it gets harder to ignore the rise of 'Bonten'

That was four years ago.

(name) was now twenty four.

His job had brought him back to the city that never sleeps.

"Tokyo I'm home..." (Name) mumbled as he made his way to the apartment, his cousins and friends already there setting up furniture "Hakkai, I think that leg goes here..." Chifuyu said with uncertainty as they tried to put together a coffee table as the Kawata twins, (name)s cousins were arguing lightly about putting together his bookshelf "what's going on here?" (Name) asked lightly, a soft smile playing at his lips as the room halted and all eyes were on him.

He barely had time to process the bone crushing hug he was pulled into by the four men, all yelling and complaining about him being gone for so long "I got you your first two weeks of groceries so you don't gotta worry about that" Mitsuya said from the small kitchen, the man still looking elegant as ever.

(name) smiled appreciatively as the four let him go slowly "hey guys I'm home" he said softly and frowned when three out of four were on the verge of tears, Nahoya no longer smiling.

"we missed you so much... What happened?"

"he really left like that?" Mitsuya said in shock, surely Mikey wouldn't have left so coldly... even for him it was strange.

Mikey always made a point to tell (name) his feelings face to face.

No secrets, no avoiding.

But one supposed he did become colder over time and you had to be stupid or living under a rock to not know what he's been up to these days.

"He's returned to Tokyo" Sanzu stated to the Bonten leader who was staring out into the city, somewhere in there was his former lover.

"I see..."

Mikey would be lying if be said he didn't miss his ex boyfriend, the only light in his life.

But he had to go.

It wasn't safe for them to be near one another at that time.

But now all the dominos fell into place.

He had set cameras and mics into (name)s apartment, heart warming at the others voice he missed daily.

"should we begin the plan?"

"yes"

(name) was excited as he began his job, a simple job as a bakers hand and helping unload supplies from the truck and coming early in the morning to help prep for the day.

Life began to slowly build up for him, good friends and family and a job he loved.

That was until he came in.

Haruchiyo "Sanzu" Akashi.

He changed drastically, still unreasonably pretty but he looked a bit more... unhinged so to say.

He was still an intimidating presence to say the least.

"(name)?" Sanzu said with a very convincing act, pretending he was shocked to see the other and (name) bristled slightly before offering a soft customer service smile "hello Sanzu, it's been a while" (name) said calmly "what can I do you for?"

"his usual"

(name) froze at the order, he didn't even need to ask who it was for, he knew.

He ordered the same thing every time.

Mikey really hasn't changed in that regard huh?

"it will be ready in ten" (name)s voice was clipped as he moved swiftly to prepare the order, bagging it and filling the overly sweet beverage and capping it "it's 1,253 yen" (name) said simply as Sanzu handed him way more than needed "keep the change" he said with a smile before walking out.

He got the food and a wonderful realization.

(name) was fragile still.

Perfect.

Mikey was watching the cameras, facinated by his sweet little lamb going about his day to day.

It was (name)s day off and he decided he wanted to bake a cake.

God he was precious! His sweet little housewife was just absolutely darling!

Mikey couldn't wait to have him bake cakes for him!

He had ordered everything for his penthouse, everything (name) could possibly want.

Now he just had to make his debut.

Weeks had passed since (name) had seen Sanzu, but he couldn't shake the feeling of eyes on him.

Everywhere.

Even in the shower.

It was unsettling to say the least.

Like no place was safe for him.

He had finished a shift late, having done some overtime for his boss and just wanted to pass out at this point.

Unlocking his door, he almost dropped his bag when he noticed what was seated on his coffee table.

(favorite flower).

The flowers he gifted Mikey their first date.

How did they get in here?

Panicking (name) grabbed his phone, panicking as he tried to dial the police as something heavy knocked him out.

"shhh, don't worry it will be all ok now" a voice rang in his barely conscious mind.

"Mikey is ready now"

Waking up, (name) felt heavy and groggy.

Snuggling into the soft bed and warm blankets, he sighed as strong arms held him close.

Wait what?

Panicking, (name) pushed away from the arms as the stranger groaned, obliviously annoyed.

"go to bed..." An all to familiar voice rang out and (name) felt his heart leap to his throat "Mikey...?" He whispered horrified, the familiar black eyes staring back at him in the dark room.

"I'm back baby..." Mikey whispered and pulled the other close, ignoring the panic struggle from the other "I'm sorry I had to go baby...I'm back now though so you don't gotta worry" his voice was groggy with sleep and years ago that would have brought him warmth.

But now it made his blood run cold.

Pushing him away (name) tried to run out only to fall mere feet away as something tugged on their ankle.

Something cold and heavy.

Looking back, shackles sat tightly in his ankle and Mikey just tutted as if he was scolding a small child "baby we can't have you running off now...come now" he practically commanded as (name) took in the other, a complete stranger to the man he once loved.

He was colder now.

Those eyes lacked the warmth they once had.

"fuck you!" (Name) practically spat as he desperately tried to get the shackles off "now now, that's no way to talk to your husband no?"

"what the fuck are you talking about?!"

"you're my little wife now, I decided that a while ago... I saw the ring ya know? Before I left" Mikey said softly as he came forward and knelt infront of the other, catching (name)s ankle when he attempted to kick him and applying slight pressure as a warning to behave before kissing the others ankle gently.

"back of the second drawer beside the fridge"

"I accept your proposal (name)~"

"nonononono! You left me! You fucking kidnapped me you psycho!" (Name) yelled out and Mikey payed no mind to the others little tantrum as he pulled him closer by the ankle, the sound of metal chains clanking.

now now, don't be mean..." Mikey whispered as he lifted up the struggling man and dropped him on the bed "we can discuss this more in the morning, remember good boys get a reward" Mikey said with mock kindness "and bad boys have to watch their friends loose fingernails" he continued with the same kindness as he gently a traced a finger along the others cheek, stopping at the others lips.

Panic bubbled in (name), the threat very serious as he shook slightly "so will you be my good boy?" Mikey asked and (name) stayed still and Mikey grew slightly impatient "I asked you a question" his voice grew serious as he grabbed the others jaw with slight pressure "y-yes..."

"good, now let's sleep baby, we got a big day tomorrow!"

[youryanderedaddy]

Best Friends Forever

 Summary: Your best friend finally has you back after all these years, tied up on his bed and ready to learn your lesson.

Tw: nsfw, non-con, slight mention of blood, threats, choking, slight degradation, dirty talk, cursing, infantilization, possessive behavior, patronizing behavior, overuse of petnames, slight dom vibezz 

You knew your boyfriend was a lost cause, an addict so gone he would have done anything for a fix, but you never expected him to stoop so fucking low. 

 You had woken up in a suspiciously familiar place, laying on sheets oh so soft, puffy and white you simply couldn’t mistake the bed you were on. The walls were painted in black and blue, a combination so deeply engraved in your mind you couldn’t shake off the feeling you weren’t trully conscious, but dreaming of a happy yet distant memory of the past. It took you less than a second to realize you were in his room - the one where you had spent so many joyfull sleepless nights back in your youth. The relief was short - lived, though, because the moment you tried to move around, you became aware of the tight rope keeping your sore limbs tied to the wooden bed frame. After a while of twisting and thrashing around while screaming at the top of your lungs for help you finally heard the door open. You hoped you would at last be able to go home now, still desperate to believe this was merely a prank, a way for your junkie of a boyfriend to scare you into giving him money.

 “There is no use trying to escape the bonds, my little love.” His voice emited through the small room, low, smooth as butter and softer than ever. You tried to lift your head and catch a glipse of the person talking, just to make sure you weren’t imagining things or going insane. And there he was in all his glory, the boy, no, the man you knew well looking so different from how you remembered him, but still it felt impossible not to see the many similarities - from the unruly dark curls to the warm gray eyes that used to be your only guide during times of misery and pain. This was none other than your childhood best friend and you had absolutely no idea why you were tied to his bed. “Oliver, why on earth am I here?” You asked as soon as the initial shock had worn off, completely forgetting to address the weird petname the student had called you.

 He smirked slightly before crossing the distance keeping him away from you, and carefully sat down by your left side. He reached out to stroke your cheek in an affectionate way, his fingers lingering for a moment too long for it to be considered a mere platonic gesture. You tried to turn your head away from the warm touch since it made you feel uncomfortable and left you with so many new questions. “I missed you so much, precious.” Oliver took a deep breath and smiled at you, gently moving your jawline so you had no choice but to face him once again. “I was so happy when that disgusting piece of shit you call a boyfriend offered you to me.” The man bent to your shoulder-level and whispered in your ear, his tone so full of sick satisfaction you could swear there was honey dripping from his mouth. “I paid a lot of money to have you back, sweetheart.” He licked his lips in an obscene, suggestive way and you had to supress the sudden urge to vomit as you finally remembered exaclty why you had stopped contacting your best friend once you had started college. The boy used to be clingy, obsessive even, but you could have never guessed it was that bad.

 “Oliver, please untie me, you are scaring me.” You pleaded in a tiny voice, hoping to summon what was left of the goodness he had tucked away deep in his heart. In response the male only chuckled and shook his head as he placed a small kiss against your neck, causing you to shiver in discomfort and disgust while you were mentally debating whether you wanted to kill him or your ex boyfriend first. Soon your spiteful thoughts were replaced by panic when your captor brought his hand to your t-shirt and started unclasping the small buttons one by one. You couldn’t help but turn red from embarassment the moment you felt your nipples harden under his palm and you became painfully aware you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. Your former friend had your tender breasts exposed to the cold air in a matter of seconds, his terrible fingers already pinching and pulling at the erect tips. “You have such pretty tits, darling.” He said huskily while squeezing your boobs, licking and biting the stretched skin. You hissed in pain and squirmed in a desperate attempt to move away but the rope was holding you in place, tightening around your sore injured wrists even more. 

 “I have wanted you for so long, angel.” The student admitted quietly, his stormy eyes fixed on yours, his stare so intense it could burn a hole through you. “Tonight I will make you mine.” Oliver declared with a clear sense of confidence and claimed your lips in a quick rough manner, muffling your pitiful whimpers like a man starved and hungry for flesh. The forced kiss and his deranged words made your stomach turn but something in his longing gaze told you there was a lot more in store. The guess, much to your horror, was soon confirmed when the dark - haired male reached down between your parted legs and easily slipped your panties down to your ankles. With your last bit of protection gone you felt awfully vulnerable, literally naked in front of the beast too keen on the past to see how much he was hurting you right now, in the present. You wanted to scream the second his fat grabby fingers pried your folds open, but choking on your desperate sobs proved easier at that moment.

 “Aww, don’t cry, angel.” Oliver growled playfully and slid his index into your tight entrance, quickly adding a second one before you had the time to adjust properly. “I have to prepare you, baby, otherwise my cock may just tear you apart.” He remarked in low sickening voice, the excuse too crude and vulgar to be an act of caring. You whined as your walls clenched down tight now that there were three fingers stretching your hole, and you berely managed to utter “too full” before your friend pulled you for a deep kiss again, his tongue devouring your mouth, leaving you breathless and queit while sucking in the sweet pained moans. “You can take it, babygirl.” The man groaned against your swollen red lips and grabbed your hips in a strong hold - you were sure there would be purple bruises there tomorrow.

  Eventually, after half an hour of pushing his fingers in and out of your channel, lapping at your neck and leaving wet love marks all over your collarbone, the student was satisfied with his work. He had turned you into a whimpering mess and was ready to thoroughly enjoy the fruits of his labor, whether you liked it or not. “I am going to put it in now, precious.” Oliver pecked you on the cheek just to lick the salty trace of tears off your puffy skin. “I will force my whole length in your perfect little pussy.” Your captor bit your sensitive earlobe and you broke down in tears like a kid, the threat ringing in your ears like the gospel. “This might hurt a bit so I advise you to stay still and relax, baby.” The way the man continued casually, almost cheerfully, as if he wasn’t about to brutally rape you, made your skin crawl, but there was nothing you could do. You were all tied up, powerless to stop him. Suddenly, without any warning, his hard thick member entered you, piercing pain spreading through your whole body. The student panted in pleasure as soon as he thrust his manhood into your heat, the way it sucked him in leaving him high and blissful. You let a few miserable whimpers, the ache too much to bear, his moves too harsh, sudden and deep. 

  “Don’t give me such a-agh tormented expression, my love.” Oliver quickly shushed you by putting his hand over your mouth and pressing down to prevent any noise that might have escaped. His gaze was lustful, insane, but also loving in a twisted, perverse way. “Fuck, I love you so much.” He muttered, his voice gentle for a split second before going back to being taunting and mocking. “I used to be so angry each and every time you dated another guy, another asshole who was only after your body.” The man was rambling now, his face turning red at his own vicious thoughts, his growing anger reflecting in his cloudy pupils and his painful thrusts. “You always chose them over me like a stupid little bitch ...” He whispered dangerously and lifted your body towards his own so you could take his hits even deeper, so deep that you could feel the tip of his member kissing your cervix. “Well, now you don’t have a choice, angel. I have claimed you and I will keep you here forever.” You were crying out in agony, your pussy clamping down around the enormous length slapping again and again against your core. It burned so bad you wished you could dissapear somewhere far away just so you could have a moment of relief. “Oh, sweetheart, I know it hurts, but it’s almost over, you can take it for me, right?” The male cooed at you, switching back to that disgusting, infantilizing baby voice you had already grown to despise. When you failed to respond he gripped your throat, squeezing so tightly blood rushed to your cheeks and you inhaled sharply though your mouth only to feel the suffocation cut your breath short. “Answer me.” He barked through gritted teeth and you nodded frantically, desperate to gasp for air and cling onto dear life. 

 “Good girl.” Your former friend purred, pleased with your obedience, and let go of your neck, grabbing your hips instead. You coughed and drooled pathetically until you managed to resume your breathing, but the man, still buried deep inside you, seemed too caught up in chasing his own pleasure to notice how badly he had hurt you. Fortunately for you Oliver was really close, that much was obvious by his furious shoves at your abused cervix and his low growls each time he lowered his head to kiss you. Soon he came with a loud moan, painting your walls white, your ruined hole dripping with his seed and your blood. 

 Your captor seemed satisfied afterwards, peaceful in a way - there was a small smile adorining his cold lips as he wiped the tears off your face and squished your bruised body against his strong frame in a tight hug. You bit your tongue to stop the tears from overflowing once again, but to no avail. He let you sob in his arms until there wasn’t liquid left in your red, puffy eyes. 

 “You did very well, my love. I am really proud of you.” Oliver kissed your temple gently, resisting the temptation to graze you all over again with his lips, tongue and fingers. “I will help you clean up, then I will fix you some nice dinner.” He murmured in your ear, tickling the heirs on the back of your neck with his warm breath. “Doesn’t this sound good, baby?”

 You closed your eyes and nodded slowly.