#this post brought to you by an argument I had with a friend today

[pudding-parade]

So you know how there's this debate about how to pronounce the name of the planet Uranus? How there's the tee-hee "Yur-Anus" camp and the tries-to-be-dignified "YUR-a-nus" camp?

I'm here to propose that they're both wrong. The name comes from the Greek god Ouranos, the primordial god of the sky and the father of the Titans. Uranus is the one non-Earth planet in the solar system that got named after a Greek god rather than the Roman counterpart of a Greek god. So, the name is of Greek, not Latin, origin.

In Greek, the god's name would be pronounced "oo-ra-NOHS," with no "y" sound before the "oo." So far as I know, there is no such "y" sound in Greek, at least not ancient Greek. So, I submit that that should be the proper pronunciation of the planet name. I suppose if you want to be more phonetically correct with how the last syllable is spelled, it could be "oo-ra-NUS," but that's quibbling.

Anyway, yeah, I'm off to write a letter to NASA or something.

[fanfictionalraven]

Unforgettable

Title: Unforgettable

Song Inspiration: Unforgettable by Thomas Rhett

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 2,822

Warnings: N/A

Author's Note: This story was originally posted by myself under the account Winchestersgirl92. It was published January, 2018. Flashbacks in italics.

You knew it was stupid to be mad. You weren’t exactly in a “normal” relationship. Dean wasn’t the roses, chocolates, or candle-lit dinners type. And, to be fair, you’d never really considered yourself the type to want those things either. You knew it was stupid to be mad. But, dammit, you couldn’t help it.

One year ago today, you and Dean had met and the chemistry was instantaneous. It had been a great night, the best night of your life honestly. The next day, he brought you back to the bunker and you’d never left. You’d never really defined the relationship, it was a sort of unspoken but obvious dedication.

So maybe it was a little unfair to expect any form of “anniversary” celebration or gifts. But was some form of acknowledgment too much to ask of whatever it was you had? Probably.

You groan and lay your head on the library table. Sam, sitting directly across from you with a lore book, was oblivious to your internal argument. He looks up now.

“You okay, Y/N?” He asks. You shake your head, not moving it from the table. “What’s up?” You can hear the laughter in his voice.

“What are we?” You ask. There’s a moments silence before Sam speaks again.

“Well – we’re hunters,” he says. You sit up and narrow your eyes at him. “What?” He asks, laughing again.

“Me and Dean. What are we?” You ask again. His laughter stops and confusion spreads across his face. “Are we boyfriend and girlfriend? Are we friends with benefits?”

“Pretty sure you should be having this conversation with Dean,” he tells you, looking back at his book. You groan and lay your head down again. “Why is this suddenly bothering you?”

“Because I can’t decide if I have the right to be mad that he doesn’t remember we met a year ago today,” you admit. Sam starts to laugh again and you sit up quickly.

“He forgot your anniversary, huh?” He asks. You shush him quickly, looking over your shoulder. Dean had been in the garage most of the morning working on his car but he could come back at any moment. “Look, Y/N, I’ve never seen Dean like this with anyone. Ever. You mean more to him than I’m sure he’s said. But he isn’t used to the whole relationship thing. I’m sure he’ll come around though.”

“Hey, Sweetheart. Can you come down here?” You hear Dean call from the hall. You sigh as you stand and start down the corridor. Of course, you had been overreacting. You knew how much Dean cared for you, even if he never said it. And you didn’t need a day set aside for him to prove it more.

You stop short at the entrance to the garage and smile. Dean is leaning back against the hood of the Impala, his hands shoved down in the pockets of his jeans. He’s wearing your favorite of his flannel shirts, the one that makes his eyes pop a little more. It was the same one he’d been wearing the night you met.

You’d rolled into Lebanon, Kansas earlier that day, having found a case. It was an easy one. Open and shut. A vengeful spirit terrorizing a local family. You’d already worked out who it was and were just waiting for the cover of night to go salt and burn the body.

While you were waiting, you’d decided to hit a local bar. The one you picked looked like just the perfect mix of seedy and respectable. You’d been sitting at the bar for over an hour now, nursing your second bottle of beer, when someone slides onto the stool next to you. A blue and green checkered flannel hugs the muscles of the man’s forearms in all the right ways as he flags the barkeep for a beer. You shake your head quickly, having to remind yourself why you’re here in the first place.

You allow yourself one glance at him and immediately regret it. He’s looking back at you with piercing green eyes, already mentally undressing you. You look forward quickly and take a long drink of your beer before turning to face him. He angles his body towards you as well, smiling in the most irresistible way.

“Look,” you start, avoiding his eyes. “I’m only here for work. I’m really not looking for a drunken one night stand.” They weren’t the words you wanted to say. You wanted to tell him where you were staying for the night but you knew you had to stay focused on the job and if he went back to your motel room you’d never want to leave again. The man laughs and you look up at him now.

“Okay number one, I’m completely sober,” he says before taking a long drink from his bottle. You feel your face heat up when he runs his tongue over his lips. “And B, I’m not looking for a one night stand either.”

“No?” You ask, tearing your eyes away from his lips. He smirks slightly and shakes his head.

“I’d need at least a week with you,” he says. You can’t help the laugh the erupts from you. He smiles as he watches you. “What do you say?” He asks. Before you can answer, someone else is tapping on your shoulder. You turn to find another man.

Under normal circumstances, those circumstances being the man you were currently sitting next to not being there, he would have been a perfectly attractive man. However, your present company seemed to make every other man on the planet pale in comparison. The new suitor smiles at you, a smile that would no doubt be dazzling if you hadn’t already seen the other man’s.

“Care to dance?” He asks, nodding towards the empty space in the room where one couple was drunkenly swaying to some song in their head. You could give him a simple ‘no thank you’ but quickly decide that wouldn’t be any fun. Instead, you reach over next to you, placing your hand on the knee of the man beside you. You feel him twitch under your touch and fight not to smirk.

“Sorry. My boyfriend just got off work,” you tell him. Your ‘boyfriend’ waves at the other guy, a smirking playing at his lips. The man leaves you alone, quickly moving on to another girl in the room. A hand comes over yours and you look over at him.

“Can I at least know my girlfriend’s name?” He asks. You laugh and pull your hand out from under his.

“Y/N,” you tell him, picking your bottle back up. You feel his eyes on you as you take a drink. “Y/N Y/L/N. And you are?”

“Dean Winchester,” he says quickly.

“Babe?” Dean’s voice draws you from the memory. He’s standing in front of you now, a piece of cloth in his hands. You look at it then at him, raising an eyebrow.

“If this is a kinky thing, I’m not in the mood,” you tell him. He rolls his eyes.

“Will you trust me?” He asks. You smile a little and nod. He moves to stand behind you and carefully slips the cloth over your eyes. You sigh as he ties it in place. “Can you see anything?” He asks. You hear him moving back around you and can imagine he’s waving a hand in front of your face.

“Nothing. Dean, what’s this about?” You ask him. He chuckles and takes your hands in his, pulling on you. You take a couple of clumsy steps and hear the door of the Impala opening.

“It’s a surprise,” he says, guiding you carefully into the front seat of the car.

“You’re acting weird,” you tell him. You know he rolls his eyes again before closing the door. A moment later, the door on your other side opens and you feel Dean slide into the seat next to you. His hand comes to rest on your knee, the way it always does when you’re in the car together, before the car starts to move. His thumb rubs against your knee as he drives quietly.

“The Dean Winchester?” You ask, staring at the man next to you. He sits back slightly and nods. You’d heard plenty of stories about the Winchesters and all of their exploits. “I heard you were dead. Like – three different times.”

“Didn’t take. You’re a hunter?” He asks. You nod and look back at the bottle in your hands.

“Are you here for the case?” You ask. He sits back, shaking his head.

“No, actually we live just up the road,” he tells you. You look at him quickly.

“You live somewhere? Like…permanently?” You ask. He laughs lightly and nods, leaning forward onto the bar.

“Yea. Sammy and I have a place. It’s, ugh, an old bunker for a secret society that died out in the 50’s. It’s pretty awesome,” he says. You nod, mulling this over for a moment. “So what’s the case?” He asks, looking back at you now. You shrug and glance at the window.

“Vengeful spirit. Wanna go on a salt and burn with me?” You ask, smiling at him. You knew you could definitely use the muscle. It would take you all night to dig the grave up on your own. But with Dean’s help you could be done in a few hours and maybe even have time for a little something else. Dean smiles as he watches you, as though reading your mind and nods.

“My car’s parked out front,” he says. You smile widely and quickly finish off your beer. Dean tosses some cash onto the bar before rising to his feet and holding a hand out for you. You take his hand, your fingers interlocking, as he pulls you from the bar.

You feel the car come to a stop and cut off. The driver door opens then closes and a moment later your door opens. Dean’s hand takes yours and he carefully helps you from the car. You can smell the dirt and feel the soft earth under your feet.

“Dean, where are we??” You ask, sighing. He stops you by placing his hands on your shoulders from behind. He reaches up and pulls the blindfold off. You blink against the late evening sunlight and look around. It was a sight you knew well but you were very confused as to why you were here. “A cemetery? Are we working a case?” You ask, looking back at Dean. He rolls his eyes.

“Not just any cemetery,” he says, turning you to face the graves again. You sigh as you look around before breaking into a wide smile as it hits you.

“Our first date,” you say as his arms snake around your waist.

You’re sitting on the edge of the hole you and Dean had been working on for some time now. He’s shed a couple of layers, his jacket and flannel shirt, leaving himself only in the tight black t-shirt that clung to him with sweat. You bite your lip as you watch him move another shovel full of dirt out of the hole.

“Ya know, as much as I love that you’re checking me out right now, we could be done if you’d help,” he says suddenly, looking over at you. You blink then smile coyly and shrug.

“Well, you’ve been trying to show off this whole time I thought I’d finally let you,” you tell him. He stops and turns to face you, resting his arm on the standing shovel.

“It is working?” He asks with a smirk. You shake your head as you look him over. Pushing off the ground, you slide down into the grave and walk over to him.

“I mean, if I had a thing for the sexy, bad-boy hunter with a heart of gold, maybe,” you say. He throws his head back laughing and you suddenly realize you could spend the rest of your life watching him laugh. You quickly shake away those thoughts as you reach for the shovel. You dig into the dirt and hit something hard instantly. Looking back at Dean, you smirk, “Finished.” His eyes narrow and you can’t help the giggle that escapes you as you kneel down and wipe the dirt from the top of the coffin. With Dean’s help, you pry open the top half of the casket.

“Well, there she is,” he says, pointing to the old bones.

Dean climbs out of the hole then offers you a hand. You take his hand and allow him to pull you out as well. Your pour the salt over the remains as Dean dumps the gasoline in. You pull the box of matches from your back jean pocket and strike one on the side of the box before dropping the lit match into the open coffin.

“So,” Dean starts as the flames engulf the body. You look over at him. “You think I’m sexy.” You roll your eyes and grab two fistfuls of his shirt, pulling him into a deep kiss quickly. His hands find your waist instantly as his lips move against yours. You pull away from his lips abruptly and take one of his hands in yours, pulling him away from the burning grave and back to the Impala parked a few yards away. “Are we leaving?” Dean asks, a hint of disappointment in his voice. You laugh lightly and open the back door before sliding in.

“You coming?” You ask, looking out at him when he doesn’t follow. He stares down at you in disbelief before shaking his head and getting in quickly, closing the door behind him. You move into his lap, straddling his waist as your arms wrap around his neck.

“Ya know, I’ve got a bed back at the bunker,” he says, his fingers grazing the skin at the edge of your shirt. You smile and lean in, kissing his lips briefly.

“We’ll get there eventually,” you tell him. He smirks slightly.

“Oh?” He asks. You laugh lightly and nod, running your fingers against the back of his neck.

“Well, yea. You said you’d need at least a week with me, right?” You ask. He blinks and his smirk turns into a wide smile.

“I did say that,” he says, nodding. You smile and lean back in to him, pausing just before meeting his lips again. He chuckles and shakes his head. “I think I’m gonna marry you someday, Sweetheart.” You let out a laugh before kissing him.

Dean’s lips graze against your cheek gently and you smile, running your hands over his arms. He squeezes your waist slightly before turning you around to face him. You bite your lip and look down.

“I didn’t think you remembered,” you confess. He smiles before his lips find your forehead and you look back up at him.

“I remember everything about that night. I remember what you were wearing, what you were drinking. I remember the entire conversation on the way to the cemetery. I remember that first kiss and then you taking charge like you did. I remember taking you back to the bunker and staying up all night just talking. And the next morning, we made breakfast together and you met Sammy,” he says, his eyes soft as he watches you. You swallow hard, suddenly on the brink of tears. “And you stayed for a week.”

“And that week turned into two which turned into a month,” you say, laughing lightly. Dean smiles and his lips graze down the bridge of your nose.

“And a year later, here we are,” he says, his voice soft. You smile and close your eyes, standing there in his arms. His lips brush against your cheek before coming to rest next to your ear. “I love you,” he whispers. Your smile somehow manages to grow even wider as you lean away from him slightly. He’s watching you again, afraid he’s stepped too far. You stand up and press your lips against his in a soft, tender kiss. You feel him smile against your lips before you pull away.

“I love you too,” you tell him. He lets out a breath and you laugh lightly. “Did you think otherwise?” He shrugs his shoulders.

“You’re too good for me. It would make more sense if you didn’t,” he says. You roll your eyes at him before running your fingers into his hair.

“I moved in with you pretty much after one night together. I’m not going anywhere,” you assure him. He smiles and nods slightly.

“Well that’s good, cause I meant what I said a year ago,” he tells you. You raise an eyebrow at him. “I’m gonna marry you someday.” You laugh again before pressing your lips against his, hoping it wouldn’t take him a year to get around to that too.

[stevebabey]

ok brain whipped up this concept & would NOT leave it alone today so here. have this. this is like ‘started making it. had a breakdown. bon appétit’ in a steddie post for me but alas <3 cw: talks of past sexual coercion

Eddie is mad at Steve.

Which, honestly, might be the worst thing in the entire damn world for all Steve cares. The whole world feels just a little bit off kilter when Eddie’s mad at Steve — because Eddie just loooves the silent treatment.

He’ll usually make a show of it. Pout and stick out his bottom lip, cross his arms, maybe even give a stamp on his big booted feet. Doesn’t say what’s wrong, just glares sulkily. It’s a bit childish, they both know, but Eddie likes to be doted and Steve loves to do the doting — and it hasn’t caused any proper fights yet.

This time, however, he can tell Eddie is more mad than usual, because this time he hadn’t thrown the usual fuss. Instead, he’d just gone quiet. All glowers and glares. Not even a pout, and certainly not a peep.  

And it’s just the worst because the version of Eddie that Steve knows best is a chatterbox. Can’t shut up, won’t shut up. Steve normally loves it.

And alright— maybe Steve deserved it for not picking him up after one of Eddie’s gigs. Especially because Eddie had specifically asked him too as well, considering his own van was in the shop.

But it’s not like Steve could control when his parents decided to waltz back into Hawkins!

They always seemed to run on their own timetable, or on what seemed like an entirely different orbit. Yet, they had no trouble roping Steve back into their routine, stuffing him back into a place, without any regard to his opinion on the matter. Which was exactly what they had done that evening.

But that didn’t really matter, Steve thinks with a sigh, because he knows it’s not really just because he didn’t pick Eddie up. It was because of what Steve said.

Gareth’s mom had swung by and while Eddie had gotten an eyeful of that suspicious look that followed him everywhere since the events of the Upside Down, Eddie had gotten home safely. Majorly annoyed but safe which was what mattered most.

He had then released his said-annoyance onto Steve.

But see, Steve was already tired from the prodding and lecturing of his parents. They’d been awfully disappointed to find he had yet to move on from his job at Family Video and worse, had badmouthed his choice of friends. Had brought up Tommy and the likes, asked pointedly why Steve hadn’t been seen with them in a few months.

Steve had bit his tongue to not spew out the fact he hadn’t been seen with Tommy for years and that was unlikely to change any time soon.

So, yeah, he was wound up. And Eddie was too. A bit too impatient, a bit too cut that he’d been on the receiving end of yet another scathing interaction because Steve had been so careless to forget to pick him up.

He’d said as much, jabbing a finger and dramatically reenacting the tense conversation he’d had to have with Gareth’s mother.

It had led to a spat, which led to an argument. Steve sat on the bed in Eddie’s trailer and toyed with a loose thread as Eddie pacing before him.

“You should’ve been there.”

“I know.” Steve ground out the words, eyes on the floor, feeling too much like he was still back home, still being lectured by his father about his good-for-nothing son. The thread was coming looser in his fingers with all his fiddling.

“You know? Is that all you’re gonna say?” Eddie asked, exasperated, but the moment Steve’s lip part to respond, Eddie had steamrolled on. Gareth’s awkward smile and his mother’s tight bunched up shoulders were still fresh in his memory.

“Great! That’s just fantastic, Steve. You knew and you still didn’t show up!”

Steve’s head shot up, brow furrowed. “That’s not what I meant.”

Like a kettle coming to boil, Steve could feel some bitchy comment lurch up his throat with his growing frustration. It was easy to think of things to say to hurt Eddie, to lash out, to make it so Eddie was the one with his head bowed, voice quiet.

Steve had learned that the hard part in these moments, is biting his tongue. Swallowing back mean comments. He doesn’t want to be vicious. Loathes the idea of falling back on snarky comments to win a fight, least of all with his boyfriend.

But... old habits die hard.

So, when Eddie had got all up in his face, firing himself up, and said, “Oh, pray tell then Steve what was so important that made you fucking forget your boyfriend.”

Steve had snapped.

“Fuck, do you ever stop? You are so much sometimes!”

The words had flown out in a harsh sneer and they hit their mark exactly as intended.

Because Steve knew all about that strange bubble of fear that lives inside Eddie— the part that didn’t care at all what strangers thought of him, but cared so much about those he came to trust. The part that worried that being big and brash all the time would be too much for people. That the reason they originally liked Eddie, would become the same reason they’d eventually dislike him for.

Steve had once told him he couldn’t ever get enough of him— let alone too much. It’s why he’d known where to strike.

Eddie’s expression has flinched, his eyes going from simmering to hurt in a few seconds flat. His fists unclenched at his side and Steve had felt the regret curdling up in his gut, a terrible sour feeling that had him shooting to his feet in an instant.

“Eddie, wait, I—”

“Leave.” Eddie said, voice dangerously low. There wasn’t room to push it. Nothing left to argue.

But still, Steve had wavered, swaying as a tidal wave of shame burned hot up his neck. He wanted to fix it. He needed to fix this.

But Eddie couldn’t look at him, eyes fixed on the ground and despite how much it had pained Steve to go, he knew he couldn’t fix it, not then and there. The door had hit him on the way out.

That had been two whole days ago. The guilt of it makes it feel like it was hours ago, still fresh as ever.

Steve had been diligent in giving Eddie his space to cool off.

The call Steve made the morning after never got picked up, just rang endlessly until the voicemail kicked in. Even though Eddie was always home Wednesdays. It told Steve well enough that Eddie was still well and truly mad.

Which was fair enough. Steve had been an asshole. Let himself fall back on old habits and stab a weak spot he only knew because Eddie trusted him, then twisted the knife as well.

But it’s like he said — silent treatment from the guy who usually can’t keep quiet is discerning to say the least. It itches uncomfortably at Steve who finds himself unusually eager to apologise.

Because, damn, if Steve doesn’t hate apologising.

Apologising means pulling out the stops, means admitting shamefully everything you’d done wrong, means having to prove how sorry you were.

It had been like that living under his father. When he was seven, Tommy had accidentally pitched a baseball through one of the windows. It had smashed right through, completely shattered. Steve had taken the fall.

He’d said sorry, head bowed, even though it had been an accident. And after he’d made Steve repeat his apology til it was a rigid phrase in his mouth, Richard Harrington had said; ‘Well, why don’t you prove how sorry you are, Steven?’

He’d ended up being his father’s personal beer boy for that week. Fetching them ice-cold from the garage at his father’s every call, from the moment he was home from school, to prove the apology was legitimate.

It had worked— after a week of doting, extra effort into keeping his room clean and to keep his father happy, Richard had permitted his son a rare smile and ruffle of his hair. ‘See? I know you were sorry now.’

Steve had learnt quickly in his childhood to go to lengths to avoid trouble with his father. To avoid the tumultuous apologies he’d have to perform, jumping through hoop after hoop for forgiveness.

But even then, Steve couldn’t escape them with friends, and especially not with girlfriends.

Tilly had been like that too. She’d been Steve’s freshman girlfriend, eyeshadow baby blue and lips always glossy. When Steve did things she didn’t like —spent Saturdays with his other friends, was late to dates— she’d pout her glittery lips and bat her eyes. ‘Aren’t you gonna make it up to me?’

Steve had — had pulled out the stops, emptied his pocket change to buy her flowers, went to second base because she really wanted him to, all to prove his apology. Until Tilly was back to her sugary smiles and fluttering hazel eyes.

It had even been like that with Nancy, though not quite to that extent. Forking out his savings to buy the nicest bouquet he could find, prepared to make it up to her, even if he wasn’t quite sure if it was him who was supposed to be apologising. But she’d gone silent treatment on him, so…

So, Steve hates apologising— but even more than that, is how much he hates Eddie’s quiet. So, when his boyfriend calls the Family Video on Friday midday, when he knows Steve’s soloing, and invites him over, Steve prepares himself for the grovelling to come.

The mixtape he’d already made sits in the gearbox of his car, carried around with him since he finished it. Upon hanging up the phone, Steve’s eyes catch on the florist across the street. His mind spins with all his knowledge of Eddie’s favourites — should he get those sour candies Eddie loved so much as well?Would it be too much?

Steve scoffs at the irony of his worries, considering what he was apologising for. Besides, it was never too much. There were never enough things to show he was sorry.

And Eddie couldn’t exactly be bought — not that was what this was. But Steve knew his boyfriend preferred all things in the manner of touch. That Steve’s affection was a far higher currency than anything bought with money.

That’s fine. Steve can do that.

He’s got a whole speech planned, honest. The smudged bullet points scrawled on his palm are testament to that, there to keep him on track and Steve checks them over religiously as he drives over after his shift.

It all goes out the window when Eddie opens the door, because Steve’s heart hiccups, splutters, soars forward in his chest.

Eddie looks just the same, his usual ripped jeans and dark shirt with a band Steve doesn’t know and yet— yet.

Steve is overcome by how much he missed Eddie.

Overcome at how those two days felt like two weeks to him. His mouth opens and the words burst out, “I’m sorry.”

part two.

[choppersconfirmedkills]

Just Flowers

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader (Ft. Best Friend Tess)

Word Count: 1.75k

Genre: Angst, with a bit of fluff

Warnings: Arguments, Joel being Joel, slight reference to an age gap, but it’s got fluff, not proofread

A/N: Happy Valentines Day! Here’s my first Joel Fic, I’m not all that content with it, the idea I had in my head didn’t really its way onto the page but I felt I should post it anyways.

Summary: It’s Valentines Day and you just wanted to do something nice for Joel.

It’s raining… in February. You could swear that ever since the outbreak occurred mother nature decided to switch everything up, weather included. But the rain didn’t bother you all that much especially when you had what you were looking for and you were finally home.

Or at least whatever this hobble was that you and Joel shared could be considered. The wallpaper was ugly and tattered, springs were sticking out of the couch, and you were pretty sure it was rat-infested, but it was what you had. 

You tried to be as quiet as possible when entering the confines of the apartment knowing Tess would probably be over and sleeping and Joel trying to get some semblance of it. You didn’t wish to do that to them today because the truth is the two of them deserved just a little bit of peace. And luckily for you, they might have found it because the coast was clear. 

Taking off your soaked outerwear, you took a sigh of relief. Everything had gone according to your hopes, which meant that tomorrow was going to go swimmingly. You wanted to surprise them with a few things. You had grown to care for both of these people, it was supposed to be just strictly business but eventually, they became the closest thing you had to family. With Joel, it was a bit different though. You knew he was closed off and pushed everyone in existence away, but you couldn’t help but fall for the old grump. And you thought he deserved to feel a little bit of that care you had for him.

Click.

“Shit,” you turned around to see that the lamp was turned on and Joel and Tess were on the couch, staring at you. As if your parents caught you sneaking in after curfew. Which you technically did.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” Tess was the first to speak, adjusting in her seat slightly.

“Uhhhh, dark?”

“You’re damn skippy it is, where the hell were you at this time of night?” She stood up.

“Oh, nowhere and everywhere,” you responded, knowing you were being difficult, but there was no way you were spilling this secret right now. It wasn’t even Valentine's Day yet.

“That’s not a good enough answer,” Tess replied moving to grab your face and scanning you for injuries and bite marks. Tess would never admit it but she had a soft spot for you, you were like her younger annoying sibling that she could never get rid of. She was taking mental notes of your figure when she caught sight of your bandaged hand. You winced, preparing for the barrage that was about to come your way. “Where were you?” she asked again.

“Outside,” you huffed. It was a vague answer but they both knew what it meant.

“WHAT?” Joel was screaming, enough to make you physically flinch. “You went outside the walls? Alone? What the hell were you thinking?” 

“Joel, would you chill out? You’re scaring her” Tess glared at him. “Sweetie, come with me. Let’s talk where grumpy can’t bother us.” Taking your hand Tess brought you out into the hallway. 

“No, but seriously, what the hell were you thinking?” She smacked the back of your head, eliciting an obnoxious yelp from you. “Outside the walls?”

“Tess, I can handle myself just fine. Plus I didn’t go far,” you countered.

“It’s not you that I’m worried about. Joel about damn near had a heart attack. I’ve never seen him like that. And your hand? He’s going to lose it!”

“It’s not a bite,” you answered looking down at the bandage.

“I know it’s not, you wouldn’t have come in the apartment if it was. You scared us both, Y/N. Just don’t do it again.” Tess sighed.

“I’m sorry. I won’t. But I do hope this makes up for it a little bit?” You smiled reaching into your pocket and pulling out-

“Chocolate?” She gasped pulling the bar out of your hand.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you smiled at her.

“How’d you even get your hands on it?”

“A lot of shifts shoveling shit, and putting up with one handsy smuggler,” you laughed, earning a scowl from her. “It’s dark chocolate so I hope it hasn’t gone bad, but I know it was your favorite from before all of this.” 

“Alright, you’re forgiven, and thank you.” She pulled you into a hug which was not something she did very often. “Now go back in there and talk to Joel. Hopefully, you’ve got some incredible sweet talk up your sleeves for this because he is pissed.” She smiled at you and walked off towards her place, leaving you to deal with the fallout of a very angry Joel.

You took one last deep breath before opening the door to your inevitable doom. 

“Are you stupid, dumb, or both?” So that’s how he was going to start this.

“Joel, I can take care of myself just fine. I did it long before you or Tess came along,” you sighed moving to look at him. When your eyes finally focused in the dark you realized, he was wet. His clothes and his hair. “Joel, did you go out there and look for me?”

“Of course I did! What else did you expect me to do? Sit here in our place and wait for you to possibly come back home?” He yelled. “What in the hell possessed you to do something so damn reckless?”

“I didn’t go far. Not even a mile outside the walls! I was out there maybe an hour tops,” you yelled back. 

“An hour is plenty enough time for you to end up dead or worse.” Bit. “Knowing you that ain’t too far off an option!”

“Are you saying that I’m stupid enough to not watch my own fucking back? I know how to survive out there! You’re not the only person in the world who can do it!” You couldn’t understand why he was so angry at you. He had no reason to be, no ulterior motive. He didn’t have to take care of you. You just worked together and were roommates essentially. And like he told you all those years ago, he won’t get attached. 

“Yes, I am. Considering you went outside the QZ, at night, past curfew, in the rain, and alone! If that ain’t stupid I don’t know what is.” He huffed.

“And would you look at that, I came out unharmed!”

“Then what the hell is this?” He grabbed your bandaged hand and held it up like it was the final clue in a murder mystery movie.

“It’s fine,” you started unwrapping it, “the bleeding stopped a while ago so I should probably take this thing off.” There it was, just a bunch of superficial cuts littered across your palm. Some as faint as a paper cut others deep enough to leave a faint scar.

“How did you possibly do that?” Joel sighed inspecting your injury. He had calmed down considerably seeing how unharmed you really were. 

“What time is it?” You asked gently pulling your arm back to you.

“2 am. Don’t avoid the question,” he nearly growled. You just ignored it, walking towards the backpack you had long since discarded on the table. Reaching in you pulled out what you had caused this argument over.

“Close your eyes and hold out your hands,” you said facing away from him.

“Are you fucking shitting me right now? Answer my damn question, Y/N,” he grumbled, starting to get himself angry again.

“Just do it Joel, Jesus Christ.” You took his disgruntled sigh as a sign that he gave in to your ridiculous request. Being as subtle as possible you put the gift in his hands, delighting in the confused look that graced his features. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

You smiled a little watching him inspect what you gave him, but then you watched as he frowned and your heart broke a little. “Flowers? You did all that just for some fucking flowers?”

“Well, I’m sorry you don’t like them,” you scowled. 

“It’s ridiculous! All that danger for a couple of fucking wildflowers. It’s not important!”

“It is to me, Joel!” You snapped.

“They’re just flowers, for fuck sake.” 

“I know I was young when this all started, but every year on Valentine’s Day, my mother and I would go out into the yard and pick flowers to bring to my father as his gift,” you paused gathering your breath in hopes to prevent your voice from breaking, and you wore you could’ve heard him mutter ‘shit’ under his breath. “My mom used to tell me that giving someone flowers was a way to show you care and that Valentine’s Day was the perfect day to do so. So I wanted to do it for you. I don’t expect anything out of you, I never have, and I know you don’t let anyone in. I just wanted to show you my appreciation for you. Give you something beautiful in this shithole of a world.”

Joel was frozen gazing over the flowers, stuck in whatever thought process he was in. It was agony for you, floating in limbo while Joel fought a war with his thoughts. You don’t know how long it was until you heard him release the breath you didn’t even notice he was holding in. “God, don’t you ever do that again, you understand me?” He relented, pulling you into a hug, a hand placed on the back of your neck and the other on your lower back. “I thought you were gone.” 

“I don’t ever plan on leaving you, Joel,” you nuzzled into his chest, content to just live within his warmth like this.

“Now, seriously, how did you hurt your hand?” he sighed.

“Oh, I guess I forgot that a lot of these things have thorns in them. It was worth it though,” You smiled looking up at him. 

“That’s because you got me weeds,” the lightest chuckle escaped him, which made your heart burst at the seams. 

“You asshole,” you lightly shoved him through your giggles, breaking away from the hug. “They are beautiful flowers!”

“You risked your life to get me weeds because that’s what these are.” You just huffed at his commentary and tried to stomp away from him. That didn’t fly with him because he pulled you back into his embrace, holding you even tighter this time. “But thank you,” he whispered into the crown of your head, leaving a ghost of a kiss there.

[semisgroupie]

HORROR NIGHTS — OCT 1st

doppelgänger!shanks x fem. reader

wc: 5.7k

warnings: noncon turned to dubcon (kind of), fear play, predator/prey dynamics, unprotected sex, creampie, intense breath play, choking, hair pulling, pain play (kind of), a lot of crying, biting, just really rough sex, mention of murder, spit, oral sex (m!receiving), public sex, mirror sex, mention of bondage (very brief)

synopsis: there's something up with your boyfriend and there's definitely something up with this carnival he brought you to

a/n: this is the first of FIVE kinktober posts and it is also my FIRST one piece written piece!! a huge thank you to my love @blueparadis for beta reading this!! check out the rest of the kinktober pieces here!

“Come on baby, get dressed. There’s a carnival I wanna take you to, it’ll be perfect.” Your boyfriend’s voice bellows through the apartment and you look at him from your position on the couch. You raise an eyebrow and slowly sit up, “but I thought we were going to stay in today, at least that’s what you said yesterday. You wanted to watch ‘A Nightmare on Elm Street movie marathon today.” You weren’t opposed to going out, you just hated when plans changed at the last minute and that he did know about you. He knew how it made you anxious and frustrated because you would have to change every other plan you had for the day. Well, he should have known that about you.

You watch as his jaw tenses for a moment before he sits down beside you, taking one of your hands in his. “I know, sweetheart. But I wanna celebrate the holiday season with you. We can enjoy the cool air, see everyone getting scared by the scare actors and just have fun. Let's do it.” You look into his eyes and feel a chill run down your spine before you look away and nod. “Okay, just give me some time to shower and get dressed.” You smile and stand, you only take a couple of steps before he grabs your wrist, his grip is a little too tight for your liking. “Gimme a kiss before you go.” His voice is gruff and he stands up, leaning in. You close the distance and peck his lips, just before you can turn away he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you to him, smashing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss before he pulls back. “There, that’s what I call a kiss. Now go get ready.” You turn and jump when he playfully slaps your ass then continue to walk into the bathroom.

As the faucet turns on and water cascades along your skin you think back. You’re sure that Shanks is different, there’s something up with him and you remember the first day he did change. It was just a couple of months ago, his demeanor was colder and harsher than usual. He was a lot more impatient and when you looked into his eyes, you didn’t feel that comforting warmth emitting from them. You spoke to your friends about it and they just brushed it off, assuming that you were probably stressed from work and that made you overthink things. For a moment, you did agree with them, at the time of his change you had a lot of projects from work and your boss was riding you harder than a workhorse but then everything passed and Shanks was still different. You never brought it up to him though, not wanting to cause an argument but it lingers more and more in your head. You shake the thoughts as you turn the water off and wrap a towel around your body.

You glance at him as you leave the bathroom and furrow your eyebrows as he mumbles to himself, you can’t pick up anything he’s saying and you want to take a step closer to him to hear him but it's like he senses you even with his back to you. He turns and smiles at you, the sight of that grin on his face makes your skin crawl, “almost ready? I’m getting directions to the place now.” You fake a smile and nod, “Mhm, just need to get dressed. I’ll be out soon.” He nods and turns his back to you again and you let the smile drop from your face as you walk into your bedroom. You put on one of his sweatshirts and leggings then once you’re done you leave the room and walk over to him, “All done!”

He puts his phone away and nods as he stands, taking your hand in one of his. “Alright, let's go.” He walks out of the apartment with you and keeps you close to him as he walks with you to the car. “You look really sexy tonight, I can’t wait until we get back home. Maybe we can sneak a quickie in one of the bathrooms or the parking lot.” He winks at you and heat rises to your cheeks. “Shanks! You can’t just say something like that, what if someone hears?” You gently squeeze his hand and the voice in the back of your head is screaming at you, yes you and Shanks have been intimate before, it's expected for a couple that’s been together for almost 4 years but he never made a comment like that in public.

He laughs and opens the passenger side door for you, “can’t help it. You’re sexy and I’ll let anyone know how hard you make me.” He slaps your ass as you get in the car then goes to the driver’s side and starts driving. You lean in to put on the radio and smile when a song he dedicated to you starts playing, you smile and look over as he taps his fingers against the wheel. As you watch him some of your worries subside, maybe you have been overreacting. “Tell me more about this carnival.” You lower the volume of the music and he glances over at you as he takes one hand off the wheel to place it on your thigh. “I can’t spoil it too much but I do have to say that it’s going to be one hell of a night.” He chuckles and gently squeezes your thigh. You place your hand on top of his and trace along his knuckles, “that’s all? Come on, there has to be more than that!”

You watch as his jaw tenses again and his grip on your thigh tightens, making you whimper. He immediately releases his grip and looks at you, “I’m so sorry sweetheart, I just want this to be a surprise. I didn’t mean to do that, I’m so sorry.” He lifts his hand from your thigh and takes your hand, bringing it to his lips so he can press a kiss to your knuckles. “It’s okay, it was an accident. You know how I get when I try to plan a surprise for you.” You smile and look at him then turn your attention to the road, watching as fewer cars go past.

You’re not sure how much time passes and he finally pulls into the parking lot. Your eyebrows knit together as you look around, there isn’t a single car in sight but the carnival is as lively as ever. You hear music playing with too much bass and the voices sound too distorted for you to pick up what song is playing. You look over at Shanks and your eyes widen at the smile on his face, to call it creepy wouldn’t be enough. “Let’s go.” He turns the car off and gets out then opens your door, holding his hand out for you to take. You place your hand in his and take a deep breath. As you walk with him to what you believe is the entrance, you instinctively move closer to him. You look around some more, the parking lot looks completely abandoned. The lines that show where the parking spaces are, are cracked and barely visible, the wind blows a stronger gust that sends another chill down your spine, the only sense of life is the music and the lights that are coming from some of the stands and booths. You squint a little to check out the stands to see if there’s anyone there but you can’t make out a figure, your eyebrows knit together and you look at your boyfriend, his fiery red hair is tousled by the wind and he still has that damn smile on his face.

“Is this the right place? There’s no one here.” Your voice is barely above a whisper and you don’t understand why you’re whispering, it's not like there’s anyone around that could possibly hear you. “Of course it is! I wouldn’t have driven here if it wasn’t the right place.” His voice is loud and it makes you shrink into his side, he glances down at you and smiles. If it was supposed to provide some sort of comfort, it just does the complete opposite. “I told you it was a surprise, we’re just here earlier than everyone else. It’s not a bad thing.” He shrugs and continues to lead you to where the entrance is, you look at the ticket booth and you see dust and cobwebs covering the corners of the glass. It looks like no one has occupied the space in ages. Shanks releases your hand for a moment to dig out his wallet and slams down some money on the small countertop before grabbing your hand again.

For the one moment, your hand wasn’t in his, you thought about making a run for it. It was a brief thought but it quickly subsided. You walk with him and continue to look around, the rides look like they shouldn’t be in operation, without anything moving you could tell the tracks are old and weary. That’s when he stops, right in the center of it all. To your left is an old roller coaster with one loop, to your right is the classic bottle game, behind Shanks is a funnel cake stand and behind you is a haunted house. Your heartbeat quickens in your chest as you look at him, his face is barely illuminated by the lights that surround the place that constantly flicker.

“I have something to tell you and I think now is the best time to do so.” He lifts his other hand to grab your free hand, and now both of your hands are in his grip. Your heartbeat is going even faster now, making you feel like it’s either going to beat out of your chest or just stop. You wish you could read his mind to figure out what he’s going to say next. You swallow thickly and nod, “w-what is it?” You hate how your emotions ooze in your voice but you can’t dwell on it for too long. He leans in close to your ear and you can hear the smile grow on his face before he utters his next words.

“I’m not your boyfriend.”

Your eyebrows knit together and you pull back, taking in his expression and it’s mixed with something sinister and unreadable. “What are you talking about? Is this some weird way to propose? It’s not funny.” You try to pull your hands from his grip but he just tightens his hold on you. Then he laughs, it echoes through the barren wasteland of the carnival and rips straight through your chest. “Shanks! Stop it, you’re creeping me out!” Your voice finally breaks from the whisper as you cry out and his expression changes. His smile falls to a straight line and his eyes cut through your skull.

“Good. I’m glad you’re creeped out, you should’ve been creeped out a long time ago. I think it’s been four months now since I’ve gotten rid of him. Tell me, have you ever heard of the superstition surrounding doppelgängers?” He keeps your hands in his as he looks at you. You shake your head, “What are you talking about?” His jaw tenses and his eyes narrow, “that really gets on my nerves, don’t answer my fucking question with a question of your own.” His words pierce you like a snake’s fangs and their venom seeps into your veins.

“As I was saying, the belief is if you see someone that looks exactly like you then it’s bad luck. If you see them multiple times then it means that death is coming, either for you or the person that looks exactly like you. That’s what happened to your dear old boyfriend, we saw each other time and time again and I killed him.” He doesn’t give you a moment to process his words before continuing, “his last words were, ‘don’t lay a hand on my girlfriend’, how fucking pathetic. But what’s more pathetic is you didn’t notice a thing! You’ve been with him for what, 4 years now and you’ve known him for longer than that but you never noticed that I’m not him. How stupid can you be? You’re a really pathetic excuse for a girlfriend, the worst part is, he was about to propose. Got you a beautiful ring, I mean the rock on that is pretty huge. But no alarms went off? No warning flags? I mean, we’ve fucked plenty of times and nothing. Was that little gear in your head stuck or something? I killed your boyfriend and now I’m taking his place. Oh, now now, don’t cry. There’s no need for tears.” He coos mockingly as he releases one of your hands to wipe at your eye, you didn’t even realize tears were streaming down your face until he mentioned it.

You jerk away from his touch and his jaw tenses again, “Fine, that makeup was getting ruined one way or another. Where was I? I killed your boyfriend, you didn’t realize it, now we’re here and I bet you’re wondering why now? Why would I tell you my secret now? Why would I tell you here? And let me tell you, those are reasonable questions so I’ll answer them. But first, I have an idea for a little game and that game is, I’m gonna give you a ten-second head start to run anywhere here and find a way to escape. I’m going to leave the car keys right at the ticket stand. If you can escape me and grab the keys then you can drive off and do what you please, call the police, tell them everything. I’ll even tell you right now where I hid the body, there was an old house that we drove past on the way here. He’s in the backyard.” He chuckles as more tears stream down your face and continues, “But, if I catch you then I’m going to claim you wherever it is and we’re gonna act like we’re one happy couple. You’re gonna forget what I told you just now and if you play your cards right, I’ll pop that ring on your finger. Have a nice wedding and you’ll give me a few kids. Fair enough, right?”

You wipe your eyes and look at him, “do I even have a choice?” Your voice breaks as you ask the question and the response you get is more laughter, “Good girl! There’s the smart girl I knew was in there! You don’t have a choice, so I’m gonna let you go and give you those ten seconds. Run.” He releases your hand and you bolt off, he digs the keys from his pocket and walks over to the ticket stand as he starts to count. “One!” You run as fast as your legs can take you, you bolt past the haunted house and your head is on a constant swivel. “Two!” He yells out as he makes it to the stand and sets the car keys on top of the money he placed on the counter. You finally stop running and look around to see where you can hide, you see a run-down carousel to your left then ahead of you, you see a mirror maze. You weigh your options as you look at both places.

“Five! Half of your head start is gone! I hope you found a good place!”

His voice is barely audible due to your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You look at the carousel, there are some baskets that you could momentarily hide in but it would be way too risky. You look at the mirror maze and quickly decide that it’s your best option. You run inside as you hear him again. “Seven! Almost there!” How does he count so fast? Or did you spend too much time deciding where to go?

You run past distorted images of yourself in the mirrors, you have no clue where you’re going but you hope it’ll be enough to keep him away long enough for you to get back to the ticket booth. You look around as there’s a split, you go left hoping that you’ll be able to lose him but you instantly run into a dead end. “Fuck!” You curse and turn back to take the opposite direction. “And ten! I hope you found a good place!”

His voice echoes and your heart pounds even faster. You continue to run, going in whatever direction you believe is right. As you get deeper into the maze, you see that some mirrors are shattered, leaving trails of broken glass. You try to step over them as carefully as you can to not give him a sign as to where you are. You’re not even sure how much time has passed since you ran inside but all you can think about is finding an exit.

Then you stop in your tracks, “oh come on sweetheart, you’re becoming a little predictable. Or does that mean I’m becoming a good boyfriend?” He laughs and your heart sinks to your stomach. “I know you’re here, just come out and I’ll be easy on you. I promise.” You could hear the deceit in his voice, “okay, okay, I won’t fuck you that roughly.” You slowly move to find yourself at another split, this time you go right and you find yourself at another dead end. There’s broken glass on the floor and you step over it before crouching down into a corner. You clamp your hands over your mouth as you try to even out your breathing.

“I know I’m getting close, I can smell you from here.” He laughs and you clamp your hands over your mouth tighter to muffle the gasp that escapes. You wait until you don’t hear footsteps and you slowly stand and take a blind step forward. The crunch of glass beneath your shoe is loud enough for anyone inside the maze to hear. Your eyes widen as you look down and you quickly decide to make a run for it. But you stop in your tracks when you see him standing there, he’s smiling at you. He’s fucking smiling as he takes a step closer. “Gotcha! You run pretty fast and honestly, if that glass wasn’t there you probably would’ve gotten away. Who am I kidding? I know this place like the back of my hand, I would’ve gotten you one way or another.”

“Shanks…whoever you are. Please just let me go, I won’t tell anyone about this. I won’t say a thing I promise! Just don’t kill me.” You plead as tears brim your eyes, you’re frozen in place as he moves closer to you. His eyes are practically glowing when he stands in front of you and his large hands grip your shoulders and pull you to his chest. “Why would I kill you? I only killed your boyfriend because that’s just how the superstition goes. How could I let him go free when he has the perfect life? I wanted a taste of that and now I can have it.” He grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger to make you look at him and he smiles, you know you're becoming delusional at this point because now you feel the warmth you’ve always felt with your boyfriend. It’s a feeling that you’ve been craving for a few months now and you finally have it again.

He moves his thumb to caress your bottom lip and looks into your eyes, “Now, we made a deal and I intend to claim my prize. After this, we’re going to live a normal life. I’ll pop the question and you’ll say yes, we’ll have a nice wedding, a sex-filled honeymoon, you’ll give me a few rugrats and that’s it. Soon you’ll forget about everything I’ve told you tonight, it’ll be a thing of the past like your actual boyfriend. Got it?” You nod slowly, everything in your body wants you to run from this maniac but you just comply with his demands. In reality, what else can you do? He has you where he wants you, there’s nothing you can do. You can fight him but it’ll only piss him off, you can plot an escape but he’ll find you, you can scream at the top of your lungs, but no one will hear you. Right now, it’s just you and him.

Nothing will ever change that.

“Come on, use that pretty mouth for something. Tell me you want me to take you, to claim you as mine. Say it.” He moves his hand from your chin and lowers it to your neck, his hand wraps around it and he uses his grip to bring you close. You swallow thickly, your rational side wants to deny him but that side of you that is grasping at a false sense of reality wins.

“I want you. I want you to make me yours right here and right now. Claim me.”

A smirk grows on his face and he slams his lips against yours, the kiss is a bruising clash of teeth and tongue. His hand remains on your throat, gripping the sides ever so slightly as he somehow deepens the kiss. His tongue explores your mouth, running along your teeth, the roof of your mouth and along your own tongue. You whimper against his lips as your lungs scream for air. You lift your hands to his shirt and clench the fabric in your fists, trying to signal to him that you need to breathe but he just takes it as a sign to continue kissing you. To keep stealing your air just like he stole your boyfriend’s place and made it his own.

Thankfully, he finally breaks the kiss. You greedily gasp for air and your eyes water as you pant. He smirks at the sight and releases your throat in exchange for one of your wrists. He pulls you along with him until you’re both surrounded by mirrors that haven’t been broken. He releases your wrist to grip your face, gripping your cheeks tightly as he forces you to look at yourself in one of the mirrors. He smirks at the way your eyes widen when you take in your reflection, your mascara is smudged and has stained your cheeks, whatever is left of your lipstick is smeared along your lips and your lips are now coated by his drying saliva. “So pretty like this. You always work so hard on making yourself look pretty but this is how you look best, completely ruined for me.”

He leans in and uses his grip on your face to bring you close, he kisses your cheek roughly and chuckles. “Now, you can watch me ruin you even more from different angles. Get on your knees.” You look at him through the distorted reflection and move to go to your knees slowly. He groans and his jaw tenses as he moves one of his feet to knock you down, the move is so swift and you land on your knees immediately. The dull pain rushes through your body but it is quickly replaced by another source of pain when he grabs a handful of your hair and yanks it back. You yelp at the pain and look up at him, his eyes look like they’re glowing again, a fiery red that rivals his hair.

“When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it without a second thought. You don’t think about it, you don’t process it, you just do it. Let’s try another command, open your mouth and stick your tongue out.” His words cut like the glass you stepped on earlier and you quickly do what he declares. It is humiliating and you can’t help but think about how different your boyfriend had been when you two were intimate. How he treated you like glass, too afraid to grip you too tightly, never wanted to spank you or be rough with you…but you quickly have to shake the memories from your head.

The man in front of you isn’t Shanks and he will never be Shanks.

He smirks and spits on your tongue, you can’t help but flinch a little when it hits your tongue and it makes him laugh. “Fucking pathetic.” He keeps his hand in your hair as he uses his free hand to pull down his zipper and pull his cock out. You glance down at it then meet his eyes. His cock is the same as your boyfriend’s, thick and long with a single prominent vein running down from the tip to the base. He grips his cock and taps it against your tongue before shoving it down your throat. He throws his head back as he uses the grip in your hair to move you along his length. Your lewd gags and slurps echo throughout the maze, bouncing off the mirrors and reaching your ears. More tears spring from your eyes as he uses you, spit spills down your chin making more of a mess down your face.

You weakly lift your hands up to hit his thighs, trying to get him to release you for just a moment so you can breathe. You feel lightheaded again and he buries his cock all the way down your throat, you weakly swallow around him and more tears spill down your face. Just as black spots start to fill your vision, you’re sure that you’re going to pass out then he suddenly pulls out. “Scared you there, didn’t I?” He mockingly asks as he forces you to face another mirror. You cough and pant as you look at yourself, even more of a mess than the last time you looked at yourself.

“And here I thought you couldn’t get even hotter. Shit, just looking at you like this is about to make me cum.” His cock throbs and twitches as you continue to pant. You lift your hand to try to clean yourself off but he pulls on your hair again, tutting his tongue. “No, no, no, stay messy. I prefer you like this.” You nod as best as you can with his tight grip in your hair, “o-okay, I’m sorry.” Your voice is raspy from the rough facefucking he was giving you and you look up at him.

“You look like a cute little fawn caught by the hunter, such pretty big eyes filled with fear. I love it. Stand up.” You quickly rise to your feet and he bends you over slightly in front of another mirror, you stick your hands out to try to ground yourself. He finally releases the grip in your hair so he can pull down your leggings then rips your panties off, bringing the scraps to his nose to sniff them before tossing them aside. “You smell so fucking sweet and look at this cunt, so fucking wet.” He bends down and grabs your ass, using one of his thumbs to spread your lips while using the other to smear your arousal over your clit.

He spits on your entrance and watches it trail down, just before it reaches your clit he sticks his tongue out to clean it off. “Taste just as sweet too, like the perfect peach on a hot summer day.” He licks up your slit again then spits on your pussy once more before standing straight. His cock bobs as he moves close to you, he grips the base and taps it against your waiting hole, chuckling as a whimper escapes your lips. “Didn’t you know it’s not polite to enter before knocking? I’m just showing you how much of a gentleman I can be.” He bites his lip as he continues to tap his cock against you, glancing at you through the mirror. “Please, just fuck me already. Give me all of you.” You rasp out your words as you look at his distorted reflection.

His eyebrows raise slightly for a moment before he shrugs, “don’t cry when I give you what you want.” He places his free hand on your hip before he slams into you, the sheer stretch of his cock making more tears spill from your eyes. Your mouth falls open as you cry out, your legs trembling as he starts thrusting into you. His pace is rough, his heavy balls slap against your clit and you’re sure that you won’t be able to hold yourself up much longer. “Now you’re really getting fucked, this is what you’ve gotta get used to from here on out. No more of that gentle bullshit, no more slow thrusts, all of that romance shit is dead just like your pathetic little boyfriend.” Of course he has to use the opportunity to rub in what he did. Why wouldn’t he? You’re at your weakest point and he just has to pour salt on the wound.

“Well, maybe I’ll be gentle on our wedding night. Depends on how good that cake is and how good the booze are.” He chuckles as he continues to slam into you, your body trembles with each thrust and you struggle more and more to keep yourself up. “I-I can’t hold myself up any longer, my legs are too weak.” You moan out your words and you look around, seeing all the distorted reflections of him fucking you. It’s like a horror movie on repeat. He slams into you once more and uses his strength to push you up against the mirror you’re in front of more. Your cheek is now pressed against the cold surface and his arms wrap around you.

“Better now? I’ll keep you close like this, just make sure you keep looking into that mirror there, it's the closest one to a regular mirror and you can watch yourself fall apart.” He keeps himself pressed against you as he ruts into you. It's animalistic the way he grunts and groans in your ear, his pace is still hard and rough. You watch yourself getting ruined, just like he wanted you to and while it should make you sick to your stomach, it turns you on more than anything.

Your (now dead) boyfriend would never do something like this with you, he wouldn’t have even thought about it. Oddly enough, you can’t help but wonder what other sick and twisted ideas he’ll have in store for you. You wonder what other positions he’ll fuck you in, what other places he’ll take you in, what hidden kinks he has, how rough he might get, how he’ll fuck when he’s angry with you, would he want to tie you up or use toys on you? The ideas just flow and don’t stop.

His lips brush against the shell of your ear and you’re pulled from your thoughts. “What are you thinking about little fawn? Those pretty eyes are filled with wonder and this cunt keeps clenching around me tighter.” You whimper as his cock brushes against your g spot and you turn your head as much as you possibly can to try to look at him, “I’m thinking about what else you’ll have in store for me, how depraved you can be. How would you want to take me next? Where would you fuck me next? What other kinks or ideas you might have that’s hidden from me.”

He laughs as he suddenly pulls out of you and then turns you to face him, he bends down to hook his arms under the backs of your knees and lifts you with ease. Your back is now pressed against the mirror and you wrap one arm around his neck while your other hand grips his cock, lining him with your entrance so he can fuck you again. He watches you with a smirk on his face and he enters you in a swift motion, knocking the wind out of you as he thrusts harder and faster than before. He leans in close to your neck, biting down on whatever skin he can get to, making you cry out louder. “You’re just as sick and twisted as I am. I knew it was fate when I met your boyfriend all those times, I even watched him. I learned his habits and I learned about you. I even started to watch you, instead of him being my main target, it was you. I had to get rid of him to get to you and here we are. Two twisted and depraved people.”

You dig your nails in his shoulder as the coil in your stomach tightens and you use your other hand to lightly tug on his hair. He pulls from your neck and you smash your lips against his, muffling your cry as your orgasm rips through you. It’s so powerful and it makes you tremble in his hold. He fucks you through your orgasm and messily thrusts into you a few more times before cumming inside of you. His orgasm mixes with yours as it starts to leak around his cock. You break the kiss to look at the mess that’s now staining the ground beneath where you two are connected. You bite your lip and look into his eyes as you both pant. He pecks your lips and slowly pulls out of you before setting you on the ground for a moment. You stumble and reach out to hold onto his shoulders to try to steady yourself.

It erupts laughter out of both of you and he quickly fixes himself up before pulling your leggings up. He bends down to scoop you up bridal style and starts walking. “You know, as I was chasing you, I really thought you’d get away from me. Good thing I came here earlier this week to break some of the mirrors. I even thought about boarding the exit shut so you’d really be stuck here but that would be pretty cruel.” He chuckles and you hold onto him tightly, you feel the warmth from his laughter and the way he looks at you.

You can’t really wrap your head around it, but this is your life now. You’re stuck with this man who is a killer, who’s a brute and rough in all the right places.

And oddly, it gives you some comfort to know that this is who you’re stuck with.

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[todorokis-girl]

On a collision course - Tsukishima Kei x f!Reader

I read a post a while ago and this was the line that caugh my attention: "Well have you considered that maybe the unstoppable force is in love with the immovable object; maybe the reason one refuses to move is because they both long for the collision"

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The sound of volleyballs hitting the gym floor echoed through Karasuno High School's gymnasium. The boys' volleyball team was practicing, and as usual, Tsukishima Kei was giving it his all, even if his aloof expression didn't show it. His tall frame and impressive blocking skills made him a formidable player on the court, but his sharp tongue and condescending attitude often rubbed people the wrong way.

Y/N, the team's manager, had known Tsukishima since middle school. They had never gotten along. While Y/N was outgoing and passionate, Tsukishima was reserved and indifferent. Their clashes were legendary, and their mutual disdain was well-known among their friends. Y/N believed in encouragement and support, while Tsukishima believed in brutal honesty and criticism.

Today was no different.

"Tsukishima, your timing was off on that last block," Y/N called out, her voice clear and authoritative.

Tsukishima shot her a withering look. "Maybe if you knew anything about volleyball, you'd realize it was a feint. But thanks for your insightful commentary, manager."

Y/N felt her face heat up. "I'm just trying to help. It's not my fault if you're too stubborn to listen."

The tension between them was palpable, and their teammates exchanged wary glances. This was a regular occurrence, and they had learned to stay out of it.

As practice ended, Y/N stayed behind to clean up. She liked the quiet of the gym when everyone else had left. It gave her a chance to think and unwind. She was wiping down the benches when she heard footsteps behind her. Turning, she saw Tsukishima, his face unreadable.

"Forgot my water bottle," he said curtly, grabbing it from the bench.

Y/N nodded, not wanting to engage further. But as he turned to leave, she couldn't help herself. "You know, just because we don't agree on everything doesn't mean you have to be such a jerk."

Tsukishima stopped and turned back to her, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "And just because you think you're always right doesn't mean you are."

Y/N sighed, feeling the familiar frustration bubble up. "Why do you always have to be so difficult?"

"Why do you always have to be so naive?" he shot back. "This isn't some feel-good story where everyone holds hands and sings Kumbaya. This is volleyball. It's about winning."

Y/N stared at him, her anger giving way to something else. "Maybe it's not just about winning, Tsukishima. Maybe it's also about working together, about being a team."

For a moment, Tsukishima didn't respond. He just looked at her, his eyes searching hers. Then he shook his head. "Whatever. Believe what you want."

As he walked away, Y/N felt a pang of sadness. She didn't understand why he had to be so cold, why he pushed everyone away. She wanted to help him, to break through that wall he had built around himself. But she didn't know how.

Days turned into weeks, and the animosity between Y/N and Tsukishima continued. Yet, something had changed. Their arguments were still frequent, but there was an undercurrent of something else, something neither of them wanted to acknowledge.

One evening, after a particularly grueling practice, Y/N found herself alone in the gym once more. She was lost in thought when she heard the door open and close. Expecting it to be one of the players, she was surprised to see Tsukishima.

"Hey," he said, his tone unusually soft.

Y/N looked up, her heart skipping a beat. "Hey."

There was an awkward silence before Tsukishima spoke again. "I… I wanted to apologize. For earlier. And for… everything."

Y/N blinked, taken aback. "What brought this on?"

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I've been thinking. Maybe you're right. Maybe I am too stubborn. And maybe… maybe I push people away because I'm afraid."

"Afraid of what?" Y/N asked, her voice gentle.

"Of getting close to people. Of getting hurt," he admitted, his eyes downcast.

Y/N's heart ached at his vulnerability. She took a step closer, reaching out to touch his arm. "You don't have to be afraid, Tsukishima. You have people who care about you. And… I care about you too."

He looked up, his eyes searching hers. "You do?"

She nodded, her hand still on his arm. "I do."

For a moment, they just stood there, the air between them charged with emotion. Then, slowly, Tsukishima reached out and pulled her into a hug. It was tentative at first, but as Y/N wrapped her arms around him, he held her tighter.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice breaking.

"It's okay," she whispered back. "We're in this together."

The change in their relationship was gradual but undeniable. They still bickered, but there was a warmth now, a connection that hadn't been there before. They learned to trust each other, to support each other, and in the process, they grew closer.

One evening, after a long day of practice and homework, Y/N and Tsukishima found themselves walking home together. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the town. They walked in comfortable silence, their hands brushing occasionally.

"Do you remember what you said to me in the gym that day?" Tsukishima asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

Y/N looked at him, puzzled. "Which part?"

"The part about working together, about being a team," he said, his voice soft.

She nodded. "Yeah, I remember."

He stopped walking and turned to face her, his expression serious. "I think… I think that's when I realized I was falling for you."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "Really?"

He nodded, taking her hands in his. "Yeah. I know I've been difficult, and I've said things I shouldn't have. But the truth is, I've never felt this way about anyone before. You're the unstoppable force, and I'm the immovable object. And maybe… maybe the reason I refused to move was because I longed for the collision."

Y/N felt tears prick her eyes as she smiled. "You know, for someone who doesn't talk about their feelings much, you sure know how to say the right thing."

He chuckled, pulling her closer. "Well, I had a good teacher."

She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "So, what now?"

"Now," he said, leaning in to kiss her softly, "we see where this collision takes us."

As their lips met, Y/N felt a surge of happiness. She had always believed in the power of working together, of being a team. And now, with Tsukishima by her side, she knew they could face anything.

Together, they were unstoppable.

The days that followed were filled with a newfound sense of camaraderie and affection. Tsukishima, despite his initial reluctance, began to open up more, not just to Y/N but to the entire team. His sharp remarks became less frequent, replaced by genuine contributions and encouragement. The team noticed the change, and their performance on the court improved as a result.

One day, after practice, the team gathered in the locker room. Hinata, ever the curious one, finally voiced what everyone had been wondering.

"Hey, Tsukishima, Y/N," he began, a mischievous grin on his face. "What's going on with you two? You've been acting... different."

Kageyama nodded in agreement, adding, "Yeah, it's like you two are getting along or something."

The rest of the team murmured their agreement, all eyes on Tsukishima and Y/N. Tsukishima glanced at Y/N, who gave him an encouraging smile.

Taking a deep breath, Tsukishima decided to be honest. "Well, we had a bit of a... breakthrough. We've realized that we work better together rather than against each other."

Hinata's eyes widened in excitement. "Does that mean you two are...?"

Y/N laughed, cutting him off before he could finish. "Yes, Hinata, we're together."

The team erupted in cheers and playful teasing. Nishinoya and Tanaka gave Tsukishima exaggerated thumbs-ups, while Suga and Daichi offered genuine congratulations. Even Kageyama managed a rare smile.

As the team settled down, Tsukishima felt a sense of relief. It felt good to have their support and understanding. He turned to Y/N, who was beaming at him.

"Looks like they approve," she said softly.

"Looks like it," he agreed, squeezing her hand.

Y/N and Tsukishima found solace in each other. They spent their free time studying, hanging out, and sometimes just enjoying each other's company in comfortable silence. The more they learned about each other, the stronger their bond grew.

One evening, after a particularly tough practice session, the team gathered for a casual dinner at a local diner. As they laughed and shared stories, Y/N couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment. She glanced at Tsukishima, who was sitting across from her, engaged in a rare, light-hearted conversation with Hinata and Kageyama.

As if sensing her gaze, Tsukishima looked up and met her eyes. He gave her a small, genuine smile that made her heart flutter. In that moment, she knew that the collision they had both longed for had transformed them in ways they hadn't expected.

After dinner, Tsukishima offered to walk Y/N home. The night was cool, and the stars twinkled above them as they strolled through the quiet streets. Y/N leaned into his side, enjoying the warmth of his presence.

"Thank you," Tsukishima said suddenly, his voice breaking the silence.

Y/N looked up at him, puzzled. "For what?"

"For pushing me," he replied. "For believing in me even when I didn't deserve it. You've changed me, Y/N. You've made me want to be a better person."

She smiled, feeling a swell of affection for the boy who had once been her enemy. "And thank you for letting me in. For trusting me. I wouldn't change a thing."

They walked in silence for a while longer, lost in their thoughts. When they reached Y/N's house, Tsukishima hesitated before speaking again.

"Can I ask you something?" he said, his tone uncharacteristically shy.

"Of course," Y/N replied, curious.

"Do you think… do you think this is real? What we have?" he asked, his eyes searching hers for reassurance.

Y/N took his hand, squeezing it gently. "I think it's as real as it gets, Tsukishima. We're not perfect, but we're perfect for each other. And that's what matters."

Relief washed over his face, and he leaned down to kiss her. It was a kiss filled with promise and hope, a symbol of the journey they had taken together.

As they pulled apart, Y/N smiled up at him. "We're unstoppable

, remember?"

He chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, we are."

They said their goodbyes, and as Y/N watched him walk away, she couldn't help but feel excited for the future. They had faced their fears and doubts, and now they were stronger for it. Together, they were ready to take on whatever challenges came their way.

And so, the unstoppable force and the immovable object continued their collision course, hand in hand, ready for whatever the world had in store for them.

[ohmykiyo]

🪦 title ; getting into an argument w/ your bf & walking out :( genre ; angst to fluff warnings ; metions of anxiety ( sakusa's ) slightt heartache lol, boys call you an "attention-seeking whore", knife mentioned metaphorically, lowercase intended characters ; sakusa, suna, atsumu 🗝️ jeilly's notes ; i literally just wanted something angsty so here's this lmao. also the boys are complete dicks here :') + this shit took like forever for me 2 finish lol, send me requests i have 0 ideas atm

kiyoomi is seriously the most stubborn man when it comes to arguments.

he'll always hear you out, you think.

except this was one of the times where he didn't.

you just came from your favorite cafe that you went to with your friend, osamu.

you ordered a drink for yourself, then another for your boyfriend at home

you didn't happen to tell your boyfriend about going out with a friend, thinking that it didn't matter since osamu and your boyfriend were well acquainted.

without giving it a second thought, you posted a picture on instagram captioned "coffee run with onigiri miya :)"

you were soon receiving a ton of likes, which shed some unnecessary light on you and osamu's seemingly “too-friendly” relationship

sadly, kiyoomi began to see you the same way others did as well.

walking through the door, you decided that today was a good day. "kiyoomi!", you chirped. you made your way towards your boyfriend, seemingly not realizing the storm that was brewing fast.

"did you have fun?" sakusa asked, but not in the usual sweet tone he usually uses. it sounded.. cold? maybe even snarky if you listened hard enough.

"oh yeah! i went to the cafe i usually go to and they had a whole new menu for summer, i-" you were cut off by his aggressive tone.

"really, now?," the coldness that laced his voice made you flinch, "so, you're just gonna skip over the fucking part where you were alone with atsumu's brother?"

you lift your palms up as if to calm him down, which was in vain as the storm had finally begun. he's never sworn at you, let alone speak to you with such tone.

"omi-"

you were cut off once more, the nickname that filled sakusa with so much joy just this morning had seemed to fuel his already brewing anger instead.

"don't fucking 'omi' me." he grits. now you're really feeling it, fear rushing through your veins. you really didn't think he'd get so angry about this. if you knew this would happen, you would've called to let him know.

"kiyoomi, i really didn't-"

"don't spout bullshit now," he scoffs, thinking your trembling arms were an act. "you posted it on your instagram as if you wanted me to see it."

he inches closer and closer to your trembling body, not realizing that you were in genuine fear. anxiety filled your lungs. it got harder and harder to breathe. sakusa's blinded by rage at this point, and doesn't bother to stop himself from what he says next.

"you're just an attention-seeking whore now, huh?" he says, venom coating his words. your heart shattered. the drink you brought him now lays on the ground, as well as your heart.

you didn't notice how tears welled up in your eyes. neither did you notice how the slight trembling of your hands transitioned to uncontrollable shaking. 'did he really just say that?' you thought, 'does he not want me anymore?'. your thoughts spiraled until your breaths became shallow. with the last bit of composure you had left, you rushed into your bedroom.

sakusa noticed the effect his words had on you a few minutes too late. he knew he should've let you talk, but seeing you with another man that wasn't him sparked something in him.. 'was it jealousy?', he can't tell.

he noticed the way his heart started racing the moment you locked yourself inside the bedroom. sounds of shuffling and sniffling sobs were the only things he could make out from the opposite side of the door.

'fuck, fuck, fuck.' he fucked up, and he knows.

"baby? baby, we can talk this out." he stutters. his hand gripping the doorknob so hard, his knuckles became pale.

the shuffling stopped. but, the sniffling didn't.

the door swung open, almost making sakusa fall forward. as he takes a look at you, his heart stops.

you have a duffel bag in one hand and an overstuffed tote bag in the other. the apples of your cheeks are stained with tears, and your eyes are shone bright red. you hiccup here and there as you try to push through sakusa's muscular build.

you were losing your composure once again. you needed to get out of there, now.

after a minute, and another,

you finally lose it.

"move out of the fucking way!"

this time.. it was sakusa who flinched. it was now him who was trembling in fear and guilt.

"y/n.. baby please," he begs. oh, he begs and begs. but, you don't budge. as he looks down at the eyes that once held so much love and adoration for him were.. gone. there was nothing but hurt swimming through those pretty eyes of his lover. that's if he could still call you his at all.

you let out a shaky breath. clutching the bags in your hands so hard, your nails begin to sink deeper and deeper into your palms.

"do you even want me?"

sakusa's blood runs cold. 'how could you ever say that?' he thought. of course he wanted you, you're the only person he'd ever want. how could you ever think--

oh.

it took him a moment, but he realized that he's the reason why you've been out so much, lately. he leaves before you're awake, and comes home when you're fast asleep. his neglect. his carelessness.

sakusa's so lost in thought, he doesn't realize he kept you waiting.

you took his silence as an answer and the waterworks began to fall once again. you couldn't let your boyfriend— well, ex, see you in such a pathetic state a second time.

you nod, slowly. then make your way past him. your arms limp against your side.

sakusa finally snaps out of his thoughts before stopping you in your tracks.

"stop!" he gasps. "just stop."

his hands found their way to your waist.

when you don't push him away, he takes it as a good sign.

"what?" you choke out. light hiccups still audible.

he pulls you closer, "there will never be a time where i won't want you."

your heart aches heavily.

"yet it always seems like you don't."

you whispered those words quietly. if sakusa wasn't so close, he wouldn't have heard the way you gasped and sniffled. it was almost like you were trying not to let him hear..

dropping your duffel bag, a light thud made its way to your ears.

you turn to face the raven-haired behind you, eyes staring at your shoes due to the shame of being seen crying.

he places his index finger lightly under your chin, lifting it up so you'd look at him one more time.

"i will always want you, y/n," he assures you, waiting for a reaction. your eyes didn't waver from the tears flooding them, letting sakusa know you weren't convinced at all.

you push him away slightly. a pang in kiyoomi's chest made it seemingly harder to breathe.

you look down at your shoes again, clenching your fists into a ball tightly. "you've given me every reason to fucking believe that i wasn't worth it anymore."

kiyoomi's mouth opens and closes. he wants to say something-- no, he needs to say something.

you continue, "the one moment i wanna walk out on you the same way you've done to me, is the one time you actually want me here."

his heart broke. it broke into pieces he could never count.

"i'm," he gasps, trying to inch closer and closer to you. "baby, you can't do this to me, please."

you pick up the duffel bag you dropped on the ground before swinging it over your shoulder. you turn your head to face him before leaving,

"how you feel now is the same feeling i felt for 2 months." you say.

and with that, you were out the door.

kiyoomi's now on his knees, sobbing into his hands.

its been about two days since you've been home.

sakusa was miserable. he missed your laugh, your voice, your everything.

if he can barely last two days, how can he go on about the rest of his life?

at this point he's in withdrawal due to your absence.

you on the other hand, feel a little better, maybe even refreshed. you were thinking about your boyfriend, who you assume was doing just fine without you.

'i'll stop by for a bit, i forgot my facewash anyway.' you think. you were annoyed when you realized you left it, and didn't exactly seem inclined to buy a new one since your current one still had so much product left, not only that, it was expensive as hell.

as you stood right at the door, you exhale swiftly before entering.

the house was clean, nothing was out of place. it looked.. lifeless. like no one ever lived in the place at all.

you step inside as if the place was never your own, keeping your hands to yourself and trying to make as little noise as possible. you make it to the bathroom. you find your facewash fast, and exit.

as you made your way back out, you noticed that there was no one in the masters bedroom where you would usually find kiyoomi. 'that's odd.' you thought. it was kiyoomi's day off today, and you were kinda hoping that your raven-haired boyfriend would be around.

you sulk a little bit before reaching the living room. you walk past a picture frame that included you and sakusa. you had a petty argument about that, too. kiyoomi only kept it up because he wanted to avoid another argument, you think.

while you were busy staring at the little frame, you didn't seem to hear the light shuffling behind you.

you gasp when strong arms pull you into a tight embrace.

you recognize his touch immediately. "kiyoomi?"

he hums as a response, "missed you so much." he says. nuzzling into the crook of your neck. you missed him, too. you indulge yourself in his touch for a few minutes more before twirling around to face him.

"are we.. still together?" you asked. examining his face, there seemed to be dark circles under his dark eyes.

he looks at you with shock, "we never broke up, i wouldn't let you if you tried."

you smile. you don't notice the light sigh of relief your boyfriend lets out when he sees you beaming. it put him at ease, knowing he can still make you smile like that.

shrugging, "if only you showed me that same energy the past 2 months." you comment, "i'm just here for the facewash, so go about your day, i guess."

kiyoomi's eyes widened before wrapping his arms around you in a tight but not suffocating hold.

"no." he whispers.

"hey, don't act like you didn't want me out in the first place." you roll your eyes.

"don't leave," he says, barely above a whisper. "two days without you were hell, i don't wanna imagine a life without you at all."

your heart skipped a beat a few times.

"shouldn't have been so mean to me."

"yell at me, kick me in the balls. i'll take whatever you throw at me." he suggests.

rolling your eyes once again you say, "unlike you, i'm nice, so i'll pass. just.. don't treat me as if i don't matter-- please." you mutter the last part.

sakusa complies almost immediately. engulfing you into a big hug, cherishing your touch as if his life depended on it. he kisses your head again and again.

yeah. maybe.. maybe this'll be the turning point in your relationship.

suna is absolutely brutal when angry

this just had to be one of the worst moments of when he was.

you were out at work helping your coworker

you didnt seem to realize how late it had gotten once you finished

as an apology to your boyfriend, you bought him a few of his favorite snacks

none of that could have prepared you for what happened once you walked through that door.

you were packing up after a day of being overworked. thank god you had your coworker kita helping you out. you were exhausted and just wanted to get home to your boyfriend, rin. you decided to be the sweet and angelic girlfriend you are by buying a few of his favorite snacks.

unfortunately.

your boyfriend refused to acknowledge your efforts.

you came home, singing a light "rin~"

you waited for a reply, receiving none at all. you were confused.

'hmm, hes never not greeted me before..'

you shrug it off, removing your coat and placing it in its usual spot. calling out to rin again, you made your way to your shared bedroom.

you walked in to find your boyfriend at the foot of your bed, who looked distressed. he looked angry and maybe even a little pale..

"hi rin"

he takes a moment to look you in the eye. once he did, you wish he hadn't.

"no text, no call, no fucking note?" he yells, causing you to flinch at the sudden change in mood. the room felt stuffy, making it hard to breathe. "you expect me to greet you with a warm hello after you leave me hanging for hours?"

the once calm suna you were used to was now blowing up in your face. you didn't know what to do.

"rinatrou-"

snapping once again, cutting you off, he says, "no don't even try to talk right now." he pulls out his phone.

on the screen he sees a picture of you and kita, your coworker, looking into each other's eyes with a smile on both faces.

your eyes flash to suna, then back at the screen. you begin to stammer and stumble over your words.

"can't say jackshit now, can you?" you panic. who took that photo? why did they take it?" so many thoughts sped through your mind and you couldn't keep up.

suna continued to bash you, yell at you. he failed to notice how you were on the verge of a breakdown. he failed to notice the short breaths you took, the slight tremble in your hands.

"rin, i can explain-"

"shut the fuck up," he yelled, "first you wanna stay out late with one of my friends, now you wanna tell me there was nothing going on in this picture?"

"baby, you have to believe me- nothing happened!" you were holding back tears at this point, and your boyfriend didn't bother to realize that fact.

"don't baby me you little attention-seeking whore."

you gasped. the last bits of your composure were now nowhere to be found.

his words left a foul taste in your mouth. the venom now building up at the back of your throat making it sting.

"fuck you, suna."

the sound of his last name rolling off your tongue was enough to snap him back out of the angry state he was in. suna? you've never called him suna since high school, he thought.

his heart dropped at the sight before him. tears running down the apples of your cheeks, hands trembling.

he tried to take a step closer to you, only causing you to back away simultaneously.

"y/n, baby, i-i'm so sorry-"

"don't."

panic and guilt filled his lungs to the brim. it was hard to breathe and he felt incredibly dizzy.

"c'mon baby, don't- don't be like this." he begged. his tone changed, his whole demeanor did as well.

you wanted nothing more than to succumb to his touch, allow his selfishness to comfort you, but you couldn't.

"i was at work." you begin, "kita- kita is my coworker. a-and, he took up my overtime hours.. so i could come home." you finish. nothing could explain the immense guilt your boyfriend-- well, ex, felt.

you don't know how you managed to make out all those words between your sniffles and hiccups.

"y/n, baby i am so sorry-" you stop him. your arm coming up to your face to wipe off the tears that won't stop falling.

you walk past suna, nudging his arm harshly with your shoulder. the snacks you previously bought now laying on the floor in front of him. he noticed a pink sticky note attached to the plastic, he could make out the words, "enjoy baby" with your name signed right beside it.

his heart sunk deeper. he yelled at you while all you did was think of him the whole time you were at work.

he was guilty, and nothing could explain how much he wanted to apologize.

he rushed over to the kitchen to find you downing a glass of water.

he made his way toward you, gently, cautiously.

"stay there, suna."

his last name stopped him. as if he was a robot, he listened instictively. you have never said his name in such a cold tone. it sent such a shiver down his spine.

"i'm staying the night at yachi's," you say, "reflect on your actions while i'm gone." you finish, walking past him once again to make your way back into the bedroom.

you begin stuffing clothes into the duffel bag, the sounds of ruffling were deafening to suna's ears.

he clears his throat, "y-you're.. uhm, you're leaving me?"

he chants please, please, please to any god or deity that would listen.

you look at him with the same eyes he stared you down with when you first entered the room.

"yeah." you pause, "i am."

and that's when it all came crumbling down. suna felt nothing but regret, hurt. his pleads weren't heard, and maybe it should stay that way.

"for good?-- y/n i'm sorry you now i-- i never meant any of it--"

"you said it," you say, tone firm with a slight wobble, "you still said it, suna."

he lower lip quivers as he holds back tears, "what about us? what about everything?"

you scoff.

"you seriously wanna talk about us when he had all the time to while we were arguing?" the disbelief in yours eyes and voice was seen and heard. "rin, how could there be us if you can't bother to trust me."

"i'll fix it, baby, i'll fix everything. me, us, everything--"

"just stop." you pinch the bridge of your nose, frustration building up once again. "i'll come back, okay? we'll talk then."

he could only nod upon your demands, worried that another word from him will change your mind.

"i'll be here." was the last thing he said before he heard the light click of the door.

its been over twenty-four hours since you've been home.

suna's doing everything he can to remain composed, but he can't.

he's biting his nails.

he never bites his nails.

he stopped the moment you came into his life, but now he's doing it because you might walk right out.

you kept up with his laziness, his half-assing self for so long.

will you finally cut the thread that's been holding on for way too long?

a million thoughts spiraled in his mind. he wishes you'd come here and soothe him. you always have.

and you will.

you were on your way home, on your way to suna.

you've made up your mind and you came back to tell him.

you were so lost in thought, you didn't realize you stood right in front of the all-too-familiar white door.

you were there and you didn't know if you could turn back now.

you inhale-- then exhale. now your hand is on the doorknob, heart beating increasingly fast.

you opened the door in one swift move. you step inside, then you hear the light sniffles and hics. the light shuffling sounds.

you turn around to find suna.

he's on the couch and he looks like a mess.

"suna." you call out.

he flinches upwards, turning to the direction of your voice.

he stood up. his tall figure towers over you.

you don't feel intimidated, but you feel the light fear surrounding him.

"a-are you getting your things-- i-i can help you pack. uhm.. your suitcase is upstairs, i'll bring it down-- there's food if you wanna eat-- i'll be in the guest bedroom so you don't have to deal with-"

you snap him out of the ramble he didn;t even know he was going on.

"you want me to.. leave?" you voice wavers as your lip wobbles, holding back indefinite tears.

"no!" his eyes widen. "i-i just thought you were here to get your belongings and that you wanted to leave me." he explains.

"fuck you, rintarou!" you gasp.

suna inches closer to you, hands up as if you're a fragile kitten that'll hiss and scratch him if he got too close.

you allow him to. you allow him back into the bubble you wanted to kick him out of.

"i'm so sorry baby." he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his chest. he exhales into your hair, gasping lightly.

his hands were shaking a bit. he was praying that you'd hold him. that you'd hold him as if he was going to disappear in your clutches.

after a bit,

you did.

your hands clutched onto his shirt, praying-- begging.

you held onto each other for the longest time.

until you broke it by pulling away.

suna panicked, until you grabbed his hand firmly, leading him into the bedroom.

you placed him down on the bed, laying beside him.

"i love you, rin." you whisper, almost inaudible to the human ear. but, he heard it. and that was all he needed to sleep soundly the rest of the night.

atsumu is literally so immature when it comes to arguing.

he will do absolutely everything he can to piss you off,

like the angrier you are, the more satisfied he is??

this argument was like no other,

until he says something that pushes you over the edge.

today was the absolute worst day so far.

you just witnessed your boyfriend, giggling and being too comfortable with the new manager.

everyone noticed, well- everyone but atsumu himself.

so when you and atsumu went home that evening, he couldn't understand why you were so upset. he was quite oblivious.

how could he not know what he did wrong? were there other women he was too-friendly with?

the thoughts in your head ticked you off even more.

"babe, c'mon, why are ya givin' me the silent treatment?" he says. "don't even know what i did." he mumbled.

"dunno, go ask the manager, you looked pretty close." you shrugged, a hint of passive aggressiveness laced your tone.

he scoffs, "oh so yer givin' me attitude now, too?"

you deadpan, "yeah, i am."

"ya can't be acting like sucha little bitch over me talkin' to other women."

"a little bitch? is that what i am to you?" your eyes widen, anticipating his answer.

"that's what yer acting like." he spoke in a matter-of-fact tone.

that only fired you up even more, as the already brewing anger grew stronger.

"i'm supposed to not be fucking worried about my boyfriend being all too friendly with another girl?" you sneer, "real fuckin' mature of you."

atsumu's face contorts with anger, "don't get me fuckin' started with ya, y/n."

"don't use that tone with me." you warn.

"how 'bout ya watch yers?"

he inches closer and closer, getting all up in your face.

"get the fuck away from me." you shriek.

"as you fuckin' wish, i don't wanna be around an attention-seeking whore."

you gasp.

the words repeat in your mind again and again. is that what he thinks of you?

you were only uncomfortable with his too-friendly demeanor around the pretty manager.

but that made you an attention seeker?

you hands found it's way to your lips. trying to stifle the sob that makes its way out.

the sob caught the attention of the fuming man in front of you.

as he realizes the destruction of his words, he rushes towards you immediately.

"baby-- ya know i didn't mean that.." his hand makes an effort to cup your cheek.

you push him off harshly.

"get the fuck away from me, miya." you grit, "you don't want the filth from an attention-seeking whore now, do you?"

he winced at the use of his own words against him.

a pang in his chest made it hard to breathe as he took in the sight before him.

he did this.

he's the reason you're sobbing into your hands.

he watches as you stumble your way into the bedroom.

he follows you around like a lost puppy. he knows that if he said something, you'd shut him down completely.

but, the moment you grabbed a bag and started stuffing it with clothes, what was he supposed to do?

"babe, c'mon.. yer not gonna try and leave me now, right?"

his remark was left unanswered.

panic begin to settle in his lungs.

he exhales heavily before trying again, "yer leavin' me?"

his eyes begin to water as he waited for your response.

you stop packing for a moment to look him right in the eyes. "you don't want an attention-seeking whore to stay around your home, right?"

you don't know why you continued to repeat those words.

his words cut deeper than a knife. it filled you with so much grief, and so much questions.

you couldn't believe that being insecure would make everyone, let alone your own boyfriend, perceive you as an attention seeker.

you were hurt. heartbroken, even.

was this the end of your relationship with atsumu?

you zip up the bag you stuffed with clothes before making your way out.

atsumu shifted nervously as he trailed closely behind you.

he waits until you both are directly in front of the door to speak up once again.

"i didn't mean it, baby, ya gotta know that." he says. you only shook your head before replying.

"if you didn't mean it, you wouldn't have said it at all."

"i was bein' stupid, only wanted ta make piss ya off enough." he explains, stuttering here and there.

you chuckle dryly, "well you got what you wanted, yeah?"

"n-no, i didn't mean that, i want ya to stay..." he tries, oh god, he tries so hard.

but nothing could have prepared him for the words to fall out of your mouth next,

"i'm leaving." you exhale. "i'll grab the rest of my shit tomorrow."

no.. no!

atsumu's world was falling apart, and he was doing nothing to salvage it?

"no wait baby, please. we can talk this out, yeah?" he tries to grasp your hand, but you only snatch it away.

you look at him.

tear-stained cheeks with red puffy eyes. atsumu's heart ached at the sight.

you sigh.

were you really going to leave him?

you're not ready to let him go, and the way he's beggging you to stay gives you a silver of hope.

"we'll talk when i get back." atsumu wasn't happy but that's the best it was gonna get. "get your shit straight 'til then."

he complies with ease.

you open the front door and walk out on him.

his heart ached. it felt like it got ripped out of his chest and crushed right before him.

but, he couldn't help it. he deserved it after all.

a few days had pass.

atsumu was beginning to think you've given up on him.

his heart stung at the thought, and tears prickled his eyes.

that was until the door swung open, revealing you.

his stood up so fast, rushing to reach for you.

he was right in front of you, taking in your scent and appearance.

bags under your eyes, and you look tired as hell.

"i missed you, 'tsum."

he his heart did a leap when he heard that..

you wrapped your arms around him as if he'd been gone for years.

he reciprocated. how could he not? he missed you so much it physically hurt to be without you. he could never picture his life the same without you in it.

he gasped into your hair, thanking every god and deity he could. he thanks them for bring his baby back to him.

now that you're back in his arms, he swears with his life that he'll never let you walk out with tears in your eyes that way again.

"i love you, baby." he whispers. "thank ya for coming back ta me."

he cradles you in his arms, hoping that he'll never have to let go again.

[thehusbandoden]

I Love You- Bakugou x Reader

635 words

Hey sorry for the silence. I've been dealing with some stuff, but hopefully I'll be posting a more frequently soon. Oh, this is old writing so I can't guarantee the quality. 😅

Angst-fluff

Bakugou and you get into a nasty argument, and after realizing what hard time you were having Bakugou apologizes and makes it up to you.

You were having a terrible time. You dropped down to the fourteenth place, some extra getting ahead of you, your mom was nagging you about your husband "not being good enough", your brother tried to kill your husband for a fight you started, and one of your best friends started talking smack about you.

You and your husband Katsuki have been fighting constantly, just because he was extra irritated because he "wasn't good enough". Welp that helped your insecurities, your husband was currently the number five pro hero, and was quickly escalating, but it wasn't good enough for him.

You two got into a fight last night because you asked if he could cuddle and watch a movie. You were really, really upset and on verge of a breakdown. But your husband was stubborn, he kept on telling you that it was a "waste of time" and that he had to practice. You just quietly nodded, tears threatening to emerge, but you decided to wait for your husband to leave before you breakdown, he would just get irritated.

Things would've been fine if he stopped there. But no, he just had to nag that you never did the laundry today. You snapped. You defended your mistake, you were working full time, just like him. He jabbed that he was working longer, and harder, and that's why he was number five when you were number fourteen.

It broke your heart, you didn't need him to tell you that, you told yourself that daily. You broke then and there, and he left you. He yelled that he was going to Kirishima's because he couldn't deal with your shiz. (Yes I meant to write shiz.) You just sat there, crying on the floor, for hours.

You awoke to a warm hand rubbing your shoulder, shaking you gently. You blinked open your eyes to see Katsuki, his eyes soft and worried. You blinked slowly, about to wrap your arms around his neck, but then you remembered last night and you frowned. "S-sorry Katsuki... I'll get your breakfast..." You apologize, quickly sitting up to his disappointment.

"No. Don't worry about it. Instead tell me what the he-. What's wrong with you." Bakugo demanded, frowning at your exhausted form. "Umm..... I don't know what you're talking about..." You reply, not really wanting to be made fun of by your husband for your insecurities.

Katsuki just stared at you, and he didn't stop until you gave up. "Okay fine... I'll tell you." And so you did, Katsuki had picked you up and brought you to your shared bed and laid there with you, your head on his chest as he slowly pet your head.

You spilled everything, the stress of your mother -which he never knew about- your brother, your hero ranking, and finally how touch starved you were from his distance. Katsuki felt terrible. You were going through all of this, and all he did was whine about not progressing fast enough.

Biting his bottom lip he squeezed you tighter, moving your head up towards his. "I am so, so sorry. I should have never said those untrue words to you, no matter if you were feeling insecure or not. That was uncalled for, and childish. I am truly sorry. I love you." He whispered in your ear, causing you to shiver.

Katsuki rarely apologized, he would ony do so if he felt like he did something wrong, and if he cared for the person greatly.

Katsuki giving you such a sincere apology was heart warming, so you just wrapped you arms around his neck and brought your nose to his, foreheads touching. "I forgive you, but only if you give me lots, and lots of cuddles!" You exclaim, kissing your husband's nose tenderly. He just smiled and squeezed you tighter.

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[abubblingcandle]

I would love to hear more about your thoughts on Jamie’s loan being terminated

You do not know the box you have opened my friend. I've been talking about this a lot today as fic may be coming but the one word summary is that it is all about the ✨optics✨

Because if we step outside of the AFC Richmond bubble and just look at the sequence of events that goes on, it looks so bad for our boy.

He fights with his teammate on the pitch over his treatment of another teammate. They are both booked for this fight. Jamie is then yanked in the first half of the game very close to half time. This looks like disciplinary action. It looks like the blame is being placed at Jamie's feet and he is being pulled off the pitch as 'punishment'. Because if it is a tactical change, if it is a problem with the play on the pitch then you wait until half time so it can be a more thought out decision. And looking at the quality of Jamie's play during the match, he's not playing badly so it can't be because of that. So it must be disciplinary.

Then, in the press conference post match Ted makes the comment "Jamie knows what he needs to do". Which is just so Ted but I'm not going to get into the Jamie side of that now because that's not relavent to this argument. SO from a press POV, that sounds an awful lot like this being a recurring problem, internal disciplinary action had been threatened and Jamie continued with this behaviour and so it would be taken further. It also places the blame for problems squarely on Jamie's shoulders.

Next couple of days, Dani Rojas. Dani would be plastered all over social media about his return. Running around training, scoring goals, being hugged by his teammates. And who's missing from these scenes ... Jamie Tartt. The striker brought in when Dani got injured who has been walking a fine line. Whispers will start proper now, where is Tartt? He wasn't injured at the game, Kent didn't even touch him. Is this disciplinary as in being barred from training in which case that is ten times worse than anyone thought or is he choosing to miss training in which case that shows a major break down and potential breach of contract. Bad news.

Then ... Jamie's loan is terminated. Now from all the vagueness about Ted not being told, no one knowing if it was City that called him back or Richmond that terminated it that likely means there was a vague as fuck statement likely just saying "Jamie Tartt's loan has been terminated, all of us at Richmond wish him well". Which screams (say it with me now) disciplinary issues. The rumour mill would be going a mile a minute but what conclusions do we expect them to draw with that being the image that was painted in the lead up.

Jamie then barely plays for City the rest of the season which doesn't fill anyone with confidence that Jamie has been 'forgiven' for his transgressions.

SO - the point being, if any other team looks at Jamie during the summer loan/transfer window after S1, his record screams DISCIPLINARY ISSUES which for basically every team out there is a deal killer. Why would you want to spend premier league salary and transfer fees for a player that might come into your team and be hostile, refuse to train, fight within the team ... you just wouldn't.

Being returned from a loan for disciplinary issues is a career killer and it adds so much to beginning of S2 Jamie because what if he had looked for a footballing way out of Manchester but no one wanted anything to do with him for the money that Man City were asking and so ... what else was he to do? But then in running away to LCA ... he just proved all of those issues right and gave Man City a real opportunity to void his contract

... for ... disciplinary issues

[vitzi9]

Patience is the key to success (2)

Masterlist if you want to read my others things. Part 1 here.

CW/TW: yandere-manipulative-obsessive-stalker-ethan, fem reader, smut, no p in v, depressed reader(but really), suicidal thoughts

i'm trying to post this quick because I crave attention, whatever its insults, compliments, likes or repost, idc. I want ppl to know i'm existing. i have a big oral test tomorrow and im really bad at speaking before someone (hence why im writing instead) so i just need to know im not totally useless in the society and that im, at the very least, making people enjoy my things. sorry for the rant, i have a big headhache, probably gonna die ✌️😚

the smut is really bad btw but like really but im bad at writing them but i need to to improve (26/06/2023) (5226 words)

"Let's just finish watching the movie now." you say and Ethan doesn't make you repeat as he goes straight to the couch.

You felt much better after that little talk. Ethan did not say much but in his words, there was a lot more. He was planning to be with you a long time. He does not want to ruin things. It made you so happy. Every fiber in you was warm thinking of it. You were at peace.

Ethan was calm after that, albeit moving uncomfortably sometimes. (maybe because of his boner?) He was just as cuddly as when you arrived. His head laid flat on your chest, rising up and down with each one of your breath. Your fingers brush his curl slowly as you hear his breathing slacken. You were giddy thinking about him being at peace with you, too.

His arms were closed tightly around your body, never letting you go. The movie was really advanced by now, the end was coming soon. It probably was something towards 11AM. Usually, you would have gone knock at your friend's house but there was no need now as you already saw her earlier.

When the movie fatefully ended, the credits start to roll but none of you moved an inch. Ethan rubs his cheeks against your chest before sighing happily. His eyes were closed. Was he asleep ? No, certainly not. He loves horror movie. He wouldn't fall asleep when one is ongoing.

He was cute here. You were delighted to think he trusted you enough to let his guards down and sleep with you. You were his safeplace. And he was yours. Your fingers trail down on his back where you draw small patterns dreamily. You write things, that cross your mind. You simply scratch him. His sudden speaking startle you. Your hand stopping evey movements.

"Are you sleeping far from here, today ? Every movements of his jaw hitting slightly on your chest. 'today' because he knew about your frequent change of home.

Relaxing, you continue to caress his back lovingly.

-No, not really. But I don't sleep there anymore.

The hotel too was starting to worry you. Like the building was shrieking on you. You don't know what was scarier, to be alone or to never be. And now that you found such a warm place, you don't want to leave. Ever.

-Why ?

-Scare me, s'all.

-You can sleep here tonight, if you want.

-Why ? Your decision was already made; you'd sleep here. You knew it the second he offered you to stay the night. But you wanted to see his arguments to convince you.

"Let me be with you." his sentence made a shiver run down your back.

Did that stalker fucked you up so hard you had chill even thinking about them? It was just a damn sentence. Everyone can say it. For god's sake, it's Ethan saying it of all people. Even if he awoke this uneasy feeling back, you couldn't blame him. He didn't know about the sign the criminal had shown you. You didn't tell him that much detail, only saying they had indeed brought creepy signs but omitting what was written on it. And Ethan said it so prettily, too. Yes, of course you'd be with him.

He told you you never slept here before and that you'd be safe anyway since he's here and don't plan on leaving you. So you accepted. It was really early in the day but the both of you were getting sleepy because of the calm and comfort of the situation. He offered you to go to his room which you accepted. After guiding you to there, he tells you he has to go grab something and that he'd be back really quick.

And he did, in fact, came back really quick.

By then, you were already sprawled out on his bed. You had time to see the mess he had scattered everywhere. The carboard, the books, the drawings, some letters, too. And you even found out about his second phone. The lockscreen was a generic one, the one you have by default, as if he just got it recently. But the phone wasn't new, it seems in contrary really old as it was broken at some area.

Ethan arrives in the room with a small plastic blue square packaging, you don't have time to see what it was that he throws it under the bed. You don't pay it too much attention. Playing mindlessly with his other phone in hand, you take off and put back the phone case of it to entertain yourself.

"You got two phones ? you ask even though you kind of knew the answer already.

-Oh, yes. One is for games only, the other is the one I'm really using. Did you went on it ?

-No, don't worry, I won't frisk into your secret criminal life."

He smiles before taking the phone out of your hand. He places it in the drawer of his nightstand. Ethan falls on top of you, taking your breath away for a moment. You laugh and hit his back for him to get away from you and he just laugh heartly before letting himself fall beside you.

He lays down, setting his head on his arm, looking up at you with stars in eyes. Sometimes, he's so pretty it hurt physically to look at him. Starting to get embarrassed by his insistent look, you find something to say.

-Why do you have so much pieces of cardboard anyway ?

-I make placards out of them.

With a fond smile, Ethan stares straight at your eyes. As if waiting for you to say something. You would have ask questions about his 'placards ' if not for the sudden interest he was displaying in you, which, instead, made you change subject without really noticing it. A nervous laugh escaping you.

-Why are you looking at me like that ? Is there an undertone ? Am I supposed to understand something ?"

He shakes his head negatively, displaying a small mischievous smile. He could be such a goblin at times ! Wanting to make him swallow his pride, you lean towards him and kiss his lips. Ethan smiles and moves his lips with yours.

Your arm set down on his waist and soon the kiss get heated. Ethan's body is burning, his breath is too. You don't let each other breath, as soon as you separate from each other, you plunge back in. Physically needing the contact.

You rise on your knee, arching your back to kiss him still laying flat on the bed. Soon, he joins you by rising as well. Both of you on your knees, face to face, eating each other's face. Ethan's hand are mahandling you to sit on his thights. Then, with his surprising strenght, he starts sliding you on them. Your heating pussy rubbing directly on the fabric of his pant. Your hand instinctivly goes to rub the growing tent in his trousers. The area was hot, when you slide your fingers on it, it would budge.

Ethan whimpers, thrusting his hips against yours. You straddle him completly, framing his his body with your legs. You rub his tent against your clit for some frictions. It was aching and growing more desperate by seconds.

"I... I wanna have sex with you." Ethan says softly.

You kiss his cheek, going for his neck. You answer with a meek 'me too' before sucking the skin of his neck. Ethan backs his head, already out of breath. He gives you full access to his body, still rutting desperatly his hips into yours.

But you were growing impatient. You lift your body from him, making him whine at the contact loss, before sliding your fingers behind the elastic of his pants. You slip it down to his knees before you start salivating at the sight of his hard cock already drooling for you.

He didn't have any underwear. That's why you could feel him so close to your core.

Your hand touch his thight, caressing gently his body. Making sure to avoid the area he need you the most. Ethan try to touch himself, tired of your teasing, but you slap his hand away. He whines and looks up at you with teary eyes. Silently begging you to do something. It was impossible for you to resist him.

Your hand grabs his cock in one motion, you could feel it pulse and its warmth propagate in your hand. It was already so so wet because of all his precum, your hand was sliding so easily you could have thought he came multiple times already. Gently, you start to move your hand on all its lenght slowly. The boy props himself on his elbows and look at the scene before him. Ethan sighs happily, eyes closing and head backing. He's in heaven, he thinks. But not entirely, as he looks at you still clothed.

"Want to... Want to finger you..." he pleas.

In front of a boy so desperate, and being incredibly horny, you slide your pant down, making sure your underwear went with it. Ethan lose every one of his braincells when he sees your bare pussy glistening with your love juice. He wanted to lick it bad. That's the only one fanstam he ever had that help him getting off so hard he can't move for a whole minute. He wants to drown himself in your juice. But you have others projects.

You guide his pointer finger to your lips. Ethan starts caressing it and smear your juice everywhere. His lift up another finger and start passing both of them on your lips.

"Here, you have to touch here." you say, pointing to your clit.

You move briefly to bring your genitals closer. You could feel each other's warmth emanating from your core. Seeing him try to touch you was so hot. He was listening to everything you said.

Soon getting the hang of it, he starts circling your clit, applying different pressure on it to see which one were you reacting the most to. Slowly, you quicken your pace on his hard cock. As if to reward him for being such a good boy. He was in a trance, eyes closing and opening. And when they opened, they were staring with a utmost care at your moving breast throught your shirt. Your nipples were hard and were poking through the fabric.

His eyes were glued to it. Understanding his want, you lift your shirt above your collarbone with your free hand. Ethan can't seem to take off his eyes of you. They're probably the first pair of breasts he sees in real life after all.

"Fuck... You're so pretty, love." you speed up on his shaft at his praise. "Fuck, fuck...

-You can touch baby.

-I can?"

He stops all movements to your pussy, your frown but let him discover his needs. It was his first time, you needed to let him have a little fun. His free hand touch one of your breast, massaging it then weighten it in the palm of his hand. He smiles like an idiot, an idiot so cute you let him do what he wants with you. His other, wet, hand pinch lightly your sensitive bud.

Your free hand slap his arm to make him understand he did it too hard. He sends you an apologatic smile.

"They're like stress ball."

Amused by the weird comparison, your chuckle. Still impatient to come, you guide your hand higher on his cock to caress his tip and rub it. His face contorts in pleasure, browns frows and mouth ajar. His forehead fall on your shoulder while his fingers go back down near your entrance. His hips were thrusting into nothing but your hand. Obscene wet noises were resulted. You were hot, terrribly hot but so was he.

Ethan's small puff of breath sends chill in your body. His whimpers couldn't be replaced with anyone else. Your hand was all wet and sticky, as was his. Ethan decides to enter once again two of his digits in you. Your head falls back and you sigh happily at finally scratching that itch in you.

"Curl your fingers, E." you whisper.

He hums and do as told. Curling his fingers in you, he starts to thrust them in and out at a slow pace, adopting the same sensuality you used to jerk him off. You accelerate, your hand no longer lingering on the entire shaft. Sometimes, you'd stop completly to hear him whine. Your thumb caressing his cock's veins.

"Baby please..." he pleas.

Ethan starts kissing sloppily your shoulder, your neck. You, on the other hand, take his hand to guide the thrust of his fingers, angling them correctly for them to touch that spongy spot inside. His fingers were long and thin, that was a part of him you absolutly loved. You always had a thing for pretty hands and his were beautiful.

"What do you want, love? you ask tenderly.

-Tell me you love me..."

You nudge his hair with your nose and he looks up. Staring at his eyes, you see them wet with tears. You kiss him instantly. Playing with his tongue with yours, your hand moving faster and faster. You stop the kiss to tell him you love him and he bites his lips, eyes closing.

His breath is jerky, uneven. You press his palm against your clit, rubbing it while you push his fingers inside you again. You feel a knot tighten. You won't last long.

"Tell me you love me.

-I love you E, you're doing so good.

-Again..."

You said it as many times as he needed to feel better. His hips stuttters, his cock quivers. His words are slurred to each other, resulting in incomprehensible blabbering. You don't lose the rythm, keeping the same pace until he'd eventually come.

-Love you so..." he whines.

His body tense, his breath stops. You can only hear the wet sounds your hand is producing. He doesn't utter a sound until spurts of cum smear on your hand and belly. Feeling at ease, he moans a last time from relief and breath again.

You're not far behind. Ethan being pratically knocked out, you grind on his hand. You close your thighs around it, ensuring it stay inside. Your legs are shaking, wave of hot and cold invade you. You plunge his fingers inside but, to your surprise, Ethan regains control and start pounding into you to get you to your end.

He kisses your neck while you finally come on his fingers, sweaty and disvesheled. You swear one last time when he withdraws his fingers. You stay here for a while, just hugging , breathing and basking in each other's presence.

After some minutes, you decide to go shower together. You end up finally getting a good night of sleep, cuddled in his strong arms.

The next day, Ethan and you had a stupid satisfied smile on your face. Both happy to be here. You kissed and confessed your love to each other all morning until eventually he had to leave for work. Sadly, you had things to do, too. Ethan offered you to stay and sleep here for a few nights because he wanted to stay close to you.

You liked this idea. Of course you liked it, you love Ethan. And to convince you further, he told you his roomate wouldn't mind. So naturally you accepted. You were embarassed at the idea of bothering his roomate but you decided you would just sleep here, and the day, you'd let the apartment free. It was his too, after all. Not only Ethan's. There is no way you'd let someone feel excluded in their own house.

Grabbing your phone, you click on your friend's number. You call her, the ringing echoes three times and no one answer. Somehow begrudgingly, you resume yourself at simply sending a text. Just for you to instantly forgetting your sorrow as she answers. The discussion was quite simple, she was telling you she was at her grandma right now. She was bored and wanted to know how you were doing.

'I'm going back to my dear haunted apartment, probably gonna die. Wish me luck.' you texted. She put a little more time answering this one. It's possible it triggered something in her. After everything she endured. 'nobody will hurt you as long as i'm alive' she said. She simply changed subjects after that. Asking you about the cute guy you told her about in the letters. And so you explained everything. Every time you tried to offer to call her, she'd decline. You were still sad she didn't want to talk to you but you were telling yourself you needed to be patient.

On a happier note, you decided to leave the place to go to your own apartment.

To one point, you should have known better than be too happy about your improving situation. Of course, it was well too soon for you to consider everything better. But you were probably stupid because the fall hit you much harder than you could've prepared yourself for. Oh, the pain you felt when reality had finally caught you. You thought you were going to die when you came back home to simply grab some clothes. (Ethan told you to do so.)

Your door was ajar. But it wasn't your doing. No, of course it wasn't you. Your apartement terrified you, why would you come here more ofthen than needed ? You felt your body freeze but you quickly overcame the feeling. That's it. You needed it to end. This fucking stalker had ruined you. You and your life. You sent a text to Ethan, telling him that if you do not call him after twenty minutes, he needed to call the cops. He didn't answer. He was at work. It was well past eleven by now.

Your heart was beating so hard you thought it was going to collapse on the ground, and you with it. Slowly, aware of every sound around you, you push the door. Your livingroom was as messy as you had left it. At one difference, the wall. Every frame you had put up on the walls were thrown away. Most of them on the ground and broken, with shattered glasses everywhere.

Why would the creep empty the walls ? To write on it. Of course they would write on it. You laugh bitterly for yourself. You couldn't see their stupids fucking signs anymore, so they had to improve. To force you to read their creepy obsessive text. You hear the crushing of a broken piece of glass, as if someone had stepped on it. But it wasn't you.

You're on alert. Every one of your senses on crisis. Was your mind playing tricks on you ? It was possible in this hellish house who did nothing but give you nightmares recently. You don't realize how you stopped breathing. Only calming when three long minutes had gone without another sound to be heard.

Nothing is here. You're alone, you think. Everything is good. You'll just grab your stuff and leave. Regaining your breath, you bring your attention back on the wall. Words were written on it in deep crimson red. Is that blood ? No, it can't be. Probably paint to give a creepy look that'll catch your attention. You approach the wall to better understand the message.

'She's not here anymore'

The need to throw up almost won. A dark feeling in your guts was telling you 'she' was your friend. But you didn't know. She responded to you, after all. You talked to her. So she had to be okay. She had to. You put your hand on your belly to soothe that want to vomit. You take big breath before finally leaving the livingroom. You quickly make your way to your room where you meet your bare bed. Where are your sheets ? What the hell ? But you don't want to stay longer so you throw clothes in your bag in a hurry.

The front door slam shut. And you know it's the end.

You already feel the tears drowning your sight. Trying to stay silent, you hide in your closet almost empty with how many times you came here to grab clothes. Your hand clasp against your mouth to avoid doing any noise.

Slow footsteps can be heard in the empty apartment. With your shaky hands, you fail to unlock your phone. Your vision is blurry, you can't touch the correct keys. The worst is that you can't see where the creep is. If they stay silent, they can enter the room you're in without you even noticing. And this idea is horrifying. But on another side, you'd preferred them to kill you by surprise so you don't have to affront them.

Your cries intensify, in your despair, you drop your phone straight on the ground. The footsteps stops abrutly. Three distincts knocks are echoing on the corridor's wall. They are coming toward you. You're fucked. They're coming ! What do you do ? What did you do ? Why is this happening ?

Kneeling like you could in the closed space, you reach your hand to grab your phone. As soon as your finger grazes it, the phone vibrate and your ringtone start playing for the whole building to hear. No, no, no, no, no ! Ethan. Ethan is calling you. You pick up despite everything but as soon as you do so, the call is cut short. Fuck E, why would you do that !

The criminal's footsteps are louder, quicker, heavier. They're running. They're running here ! You hold the closet door shut with your both hands, praying for your life. You only have knives in your kitchen, but it's too late now. If you go out, they'll see you. You realized at that moment that whatever you were doing, you couldn't win. That you never even stood a chance against them.

Everything was illusion.

Nothing was improving, you knew it, in fact. You were lying to yourself, searching comfort in a man that don't even understand the dept of the problem. Of your problem. And your friend ? You don't want to talk about her. You don't want to open your eyes just yet. You just want to live in your nice little lies you made up for yourself. You're nice with them, in fact, you like them. Nobody wanted to help you anyway. They could have saved you, you and her, but nobody listened.

Now, it's too late.

The closet start to shake. Widening your eyes, you realize that the creep had start to punch it with their bare fist. You don't give a fuck about being heard anymore, you're bailing your eyes out. Begging for them to let you go, screaming, yelling, calling for help. Holding the door for dear life as if it was going to save you, because in your head it was. But the door didn't last long.

A hole is quickly created in the door. You thought you'd see someone's face, wether it be a man, a woman, whatever. But you saw a white plastic mask instead.

Ghostface.

Why was a damn Ghostface chasing after you? Was it all a sick joke from the start ? You swear you were seeing his eyes boring into yours through the mask. You swore you already saw them somewhere. Ghostface tilts their face to the side, as if mocking you. They were telling you that you were stuck, that it was the end. You hoped they'd kill you.

You couldn't live like this anymore.

In the hole of the closet, Ghostface pass his gloved hand. The latter lay on your shaky face, on your cheek to be exact. You feel the fabric against your skin and think of biting his fingers off. No, you'll angry him. If he's going to kill you, that it be in the least painful way.

"Ethan, right ? Does he treat you so well you forgot about me?" his changed voice said. A weird and creepy robotic voice, one you knew you'd never forget.

You were moving your head left to right. You didn't know why. Probably to tell you didn't want to die, probably to avoid looking into his eyes. He laughs, sounding like a rumbling.

"Ending things right now would be such a waste."

No ! You thought you were finally free ! Why would he chases you down for so long without acting on it !? His gloved hand retract and the door slowly open in an acute creaking. The man is finally revealed before you. He was wearing the whole outfit, the big black robe and the hood.

"It was fun. I give you a gift to reward you for these beautiful screams."

And the knife.

He had a knife in hand. And it was tinged red. Something in you told you it was her. Suddenly, the red writings on your wall had a different meaning.

"I hope you like it, I worked extra hard for it."

Out of nowhere, Ghostface takes your hand, force it open, and lay in it something before forcing it closed. He laughs deeply. One of his hand pat your head mockingly before moving up.

"See you later." he said, swinging his knife in a playful manner.

You were absolutely paralyzed. You didn't know what happened. You stayed up without moving for whoever say how long. When your legs finally stopped shaking, you decided to look what the killer had gave you. Slowly opening your hand, your knee buckle and you fall to the ground crying silently at the sight of a nip of your friend's hair.

You curled up on yourself before completly laying down on the ground, tightening the hairs in your hand close to your heart. She was not here anymore. You wanted to fucking die.

Ever since, Ethan was forgotten. He had tried to call you so many times you had blocked his number. You spent the rest of the day crying in your hotel's room. You resented him. So hard. He didn't answer, he was the one calling and giving your position to a fucking criminal, to a murderer! And he didn't answer. He didn't help, like everyone else.

One day later, neighbors complained about a smell coming from an apartment. You didn't cry when they found your friend's dead body. You didn't cry when cops came to interrogate you. The caretaker having told them about you. Your eyes contained so much hatred in them when looking at him the cops had to let him leave to get him away from you. You didn't cry telling the cops how many times you went to see them to ask for help, nor how many times did they reject you. You didn't cry when they told you she was dead for at least a week, and that her boyfriend was missing. You had no tears left in you. It had simply ended you.

All your lies, every single one of them, destroyed. But you needed them. Of course you weren't talking to her by text, you never did. And fuck, you don't even want to know who was answering instead of her. It was so obvious how she never wanted to call, how she was never leaving her house. But the eye you saw at the peephole. The fucking eye...

You don't want to think about it.

Ethan tried to talk to you. He went to your hotel and found you. You didn't bother to move this time as you were done with your life. He fell to his knee and started begging and crying for your forgivness. Did you even love him ? Or were you, are you, just lonely ? Unfortunately, you decided to forgot the anger you had against him when you realized he was the only thing you had. Your only support. The only one knowing you were a victim. You spent the days crying in his arms.

"Shhh, shhh, I'm here, love. It's okay." he reassured you, again.

It was a routine, now. You'd sleep the days away and when you'd wake up, you'd find yourself crying inconsolably. Everything was your fault, you kept repeating in your head. She's fucking dead because of you.

You wanted to end it all but Ethan wanted you alive at every cost. He was brushing your hair, feeding, washing and changing you. You were a lifeless doll. Sometimes, his roomate would come and talk to you. Most of the times, you don't even realize he's talking to you, too lost in your thought to proceed his presence.

"It's okay, everything's okay."

Ethan hugs you firmly. Kissing your hairline. His t-shirt was damped. Your eyes were burning. Every time you closed them, the picture of your friend would come and haunt you, a new nightmare coming. You weren't able to think about something else anymore. But it was your fault. You put her in danger, you got her killed. It was you Ghostface wanted, not her. You got her killed.

"I want to leave..." you whispered in a voice so hoarse, so weak, it didn't sound like yours. His hand goes on the back of your head to pull you towards him.

"No, no my love. It's okay. I'll protect you. You won't be alone anymore." his leg goes over yours and crushes them to prevents you from moving.

Alone.

Have you ever been alone in your life ? No, he was here all along. He was watching you all along. You never were truly alone. He had your adress, your friend's adress, your number and even Ethan's name. No, he's always here. Lurking.

"Just... Stay with me, I'll protect you. Please, don't leave me." he begs.

He looked calm, surprisingly calm being given the situation. But you needed it, in a way. If he doesn't freak out, you don't need to. (you coudn't, even if you wanted to) He probably know what to do. It was too late for you but he could do something. Maybe. His behaviour was slightly comforting. It was dangerous, mostly for him. He probably didn't even know what he was doing, he probably didn't know what he was getting himself into, in fact.

But once, just for once, you wanted to be helped. You wanted someone to listen to your pleas. He was going to die, it was a fact. And yeah, maybe you were selfish, you were condamning him after all.

"I feel like I'm using you. Like I manipulated you. you say, mostly for your own conscience than for his safety.

-Use me, love. I don't care. Manipulate me, whatever. I swore I'd help you. And if I have to risk my life doing it, I'll do it. I love you. You don't know the things I'd do for you.

-Now, you're the one manipulating me...

It was true. He was forcing you to think you had a chance in getting out of this situation when you knew there were none.

-Oh baby, you have no idea how manipulative I can be to obtain what I want.

-If you say so." you whisper, drifting to sleep once again, knowing you'd wake up hours later in the same position, in the same problem and knowing you killed your friend.

[sassylegshayne]

simp notes

this is a bonus chapter for 'support your local caffeine dealer'

okay that being said AHHHHH!!!!! I've had this written for so long and ik chapter three of mmi is taking a bit so I wanted to post this now!! I love it, it's a peak into their relationship past the fic w lots of introspection from shayne, it's adorable! 2.8 words! enjoy xx mwah 💓

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Shayne woke up much earlier than he planned to, so he found himself sat in silence at your shared dining table, staring at his mug of coffee. He unintentionally mirrored your actions in the exact moment that brought him to this point today.

The start of your relationship was a bit rocky, filled with pining and misunderstandings, but Shayne wouldn't change a thing about it.

Four and a half years, one shared apartment, and two cats later, everything felt right. Not perfect yet, but close. Your lives meshed together perfectly in every little way he never imagined it would.

You had similar food tastes, but neither of you liked the other person's favorite snacks or cereals, so no arguments about stealing. You like opposing chores, making it easily to share the weight. You showered at night, him in the morning. You liked the same books, so you shared your libraries now.

You'd been promoted recently, the position allowing a bit more flexibility with your schedule; so you and Shayne often woke up together in the morning and arrived around the same time at night.

The welcome addition of you to his friend group even meant that making plans was extremely easy. Shayne was also immensely thankful to have you with him at pretty much ever group outting.

He felt like you two knew every small thing about each other, so the secret he was keeping weighed heavy. For three months and twelve days he has been keeping the biggest secret from you, and everyone else.

The small velvet box sat in the bottom drawer of your dresser, stuffed between a pair of jeans that were actually too short for Shayne and a pair of Halloween themed sweatpants that matched a pair of your own. He could find it blindfolded at this point with how often he took it from it's spot, almost four times a day, contemplating when it would be the right time. It didn't feel right until earlier in the morning.

Just at 7:39AM, Shayne shot out of his sleep, his heart fluttering as he glanced over his shoulder, finding you softly snoring. His alarm hadn't gone off yet, the two of you didn't need to be up until around ten.

You had the day off and Shayne only had one shoot on his schedule, one you were going to be apart of.

You had been in a couple of shoots in the few years since your relationship had been known to the internet. Some fans had recognized you from the crew and casts personal accounts, especially Kimmy and Damien's.

You were very well received in your first appearance at Shayne's graduation, your speech bringing him and most of your friends to tears. After that you had been brought into an 'Eat It Or Yeet It" video, getting your first chance to witness your boyfriend's grave mouth first hand. After all of the love for you came in, you appeared on a Board AF' episode and began making memes for 'Who Meme'd It?'

You kept your privacy and boundaries still, your social medias were all still set to private, making it clear that you'd appear on occasions, but wouldn't join.

Shayne was fully supportive when you told him this after he mentioned the idea of you coming in for a video. You loved your job, having moved up into management of the shop, the promotion coming as a huge surprise to you, but not to Shayne.

Today you and Shayne were do on set at 2PM, shooting another TNTL episode, as per request of the other's lined up in the shoot. Damien and Courtney were quick to shoot Kimmy the idea, which wasn't hard to greenlight when the producer was your best friend. The easy part was over, convincing you was much more difficult. It tooka lot of coaxing from your friends, but Shayne remained neutral. It almost pissed you off that each time you asked him for advice on whether or not you should do it, he'd say it's up to you. Shayne couldn't help it, he still finds himself not wanting to push you too far, he still wants to protect you from anything he can. Most fans loved you, but what if it stops? He was still in shock of how much everyone seemed to like you. His heart couldn't help but flutter with pride and joy each time he read a comment that spoke highly of you.

It couldn't compare to the love Shayne has for you. He writes every small, tender thought he has about you down in his phone. He isn't sure when they started now, but it was definitely before you had started dating.

He started off using it to get things off of his chest, to write down the words of admiration that he wished he could tell you. Overtime it'd had begun to be every thought he'd had about you.

"I told the stars about you"

"you're the only one want to wake up next to"

"I wonder what goes through your mind when someone says my name"

Damien and Spencer have heard almost all of them, extremely supportive of him, always quick to call it sweet. That's then followed with different ways to call Shayne a simp. It turned into a joke between them, dubbing them Shayne's Simp Notes.

Gears were turning as Shayne shuffled from your bed quietly, grabbing his phone from the night stand before wandering into the living area, brewing coffee.

He took a deep breath, unlocking his phone as he finished replaying his morning in his head before noting the time. 8:17AM is when the perfect idea strikes, apparently.

Shayne was quick to open the notes app and begin writing out everything. He's loosely planned sketches for the show before but this was much bigger, he wrote out every detail to make sure it'd go right.

After about an hour of nonstop writing with Shayne's eyes glued to his screen, his coffee long gone cold, your yawn echos down the hall.

A smile stretches across his face as he finishes his last line, closing out of the app before setting his phone on the tabletop. You enter the room rubbing your eyes as yOu mile softly at Shayne. His ASU shirt covered your top half, an old pair of gym shorts covered your bottom.

Without a word, you made your way over to Shayne's lap, straddling him as you rest your head on his shoulder while he rubs your back gently.

The two of you tend to lay in bed together and cuddle if you're up before your alarms, enjoying the peace of being together before beginning your respective days. On the off days where that doesn't happen, you tend to make up for that lost time whenever you can, like right now.

"Ditch me on my day off, I see how it is." You chuckled as you sat up, rubbing your fingers lightly through Shayne's hair as he groaned playfully.

"I'm sorry, you're just dating an absolute genius, and I had a breakthrough, baby." Shayne laughed softly as you rolled your eyes; he moved to cup your cheeks pressing his lips to yours softly.

The two of you sat there for a bit longer, chatting until your alarms rang in your distant bedroom. You sullenly removed yourself from Shayne's lap, snagging his mug of coffee before disappearing down the same halway you'd wandered out of earlier.

"Ew, Shayne this is so old! How long have you been up?!" You shouted as your turned off the ringing, prompting a laugh from Shayne.

He makes sure to bring you a fresh mug, prepared just how you like as you're busy getting ready later. Your heart swelled at the small action.

It wasn't anything out of the ordinary from Shayne, he loved using small, subtle ways to show his affection. You always had fresh flowers from the very beginning of your relationship, sometimes you'd have more than one bouquet at a time. He's been a big fan of ordering things to you while he's away, off on shoots or even while hest at work.

He once ordered groceries to your apartment and video called you to cook together when he was on a trip to visit his parents.

You adored him so much. This relationship had far exceeded what you thought it could be, and you couldn't be happier. You're heart swells at just the thought of your boyfriend and everything he means to you.

The two of you arrived on set a bit early, giving you time to mingle with everyone. You were quick to dart from Shayne, heading toward Kimmy and Courtney across the room.

Shayne stood off to the side, staring at his phone screen once more. He felt like he was gonna scream, throw up, and cry all at once. He just needed to get through this. It's just an episode with his friends, he's gonna tell jokes and do his characters, his girlfriends gonna be there, it's gonna be amazing.

The box sat heavy on his thigh in the front pocket of his jeans, the outline barely concealed by the flannel he had buttoned over his white tee in an attempt to hide it.

Shayne eyed Kimmy, chewing his lip as she finally departed from her conversation with you. He was quick to grab her, requesting something weird of her. He needed you to go last, this wasn't something he wanted to have as the opening bit.

He kept the reasoning to himself, and Kimmy didn't seem too concerned about it so she happily agreed.

Once the others had arrived, Noah only setting the shoot back half an hour, they began rolling. You did great, getting Damien out quickly with an inside joke the three of you had shared after a trip to Universal one night.

Shayne was so nervous he found himself laughing his way through his joke, which eventually got Damien after it had become evident that Shayne wouldn't be able to stop his laughter.

His nerves had settled a bit, his arms wrapped around your shoulders, small kissed placed on your forehead between your bits, hidden by the divider.

You grinned as the end of the video neared, you being called to the yellow stool last. You filled your mouth with water and gave a thumbs up as you heard rustling from behind the divider.

"Okay, this isn't my turn but just wanna do this real quick" Shayne called out, peering around the corner as you shrugged.

After a few seconds, a toy crow flew over the clothing rack as Shayne belted out a purposefully bad impression of Train. You spewed instantly as cackling sounded from your boyfriend.

"I hate you!" You called out as you refilled your mouth, shaking your head.

"No, you don't." He called back, laughing.

The others' bits flew by as Shayne stood behind the divider, his wig and phone clutched tightly in his hands as he took deep breaths.

Shayne told you to close your eyes as he pulled on the curly, bob wig from a character of his.

You had a hate/love relationship of Shayne's simp character, Sir Phillip Simpne, so he felt it was right for this occasion. He had his phone hidden behind an open book as he moved to stand beside you on the stool. He cleared his throat, offering you a smile as your opened your eyes.

You groaned, keeping your mouth shut as you shook your head, determined to hold it over Shayne that he couldn't make you laugh with this bit.

"I haven't a poem for you today, m'lady," Shayne begun, trying his best not to laugh as you stared at him blankly. "I offer you something better. I bring love notes that I have written about the fair maiden before me today."

Shayne's palms felt sweaty as he looked down at his phone, deciding to drop the accent as he read to you, the giggles from others were silent to him.

"l'm gonna start from the beginning, kind of," He smiled, nodding as he looked up at you, removing the wig. "I wrote 'I never planned to like you this much and never planned to think about you this often' right before we started dating."

Shayne couldn't look at you as he felt tears prickle at his eyes, his throat running dry as he knew he'd run out of time.

Nobody in the room was counting anymore. Once Shayne had gotten more serious, the air in the room shifted and everyone grew quiet.

You sat in the chair, head tilted in confusion when Shayne had dropped the character, the game leaving your mind all together as you tried to process what was happening.

"Uh, 'I wonder if we ever think about each other at the same time.'" He kept his eyes on his phone, a bit scared to meet your eyes. You stared at him in perplexion.

"Okay, on my birthday I wrote 'of all the things my hands have held, the best by far is you', then the next day wrote 'there's been a place for you in my heart since we first met.'" Shayne sniffled, looking to you with teary eyes, chuckling a bit.

You took in his appearance with your brows furrowed, his cheeks were bright red, his blue eyes glistening.

"So, yeah, those are some of my Simp Notes." Shayne spoke softly as he caught sight of you laughing, some water dribbling from your lips.

You stood from the stool, taking a few steps away as you swallowed, wiping your mouth. You were still clueless as to what exactly was happening, but the name had caught you off guard and made you laugh.

Shayne felt like time slowed down, everything was going too perfectly as he removed the box from his pocket, your back still to him as you laughed.

He found himself grateful for your unwillingness to laugh at him, you allowed him to tell you some of the things he hadn't been able to before.

The energy had come back to the room, everyone laughing as soon as you broke, the assumptions previously made now leaving everyone's mind until Shayne drops to one knee.

A few gasps are heard as you turn back toward Shayne. small shriek leaves you as your eyes widden quickly at the sight.

You two had talked about marriage before, and you both wanted to get married, but you didn't expect this. Nothing could've given this away for you.

"I wanna spend the rest of my life making you laugh." Shayne chuckled as you laughed a rolled your eyes as the purposely bad joke.

"Y/N, will you marry me?" Shayne's voice barely audible, the crew further back hadn't even heard him ask.

"Yes, Shayne!" You squeal, your boyf- no.

Your fiance is quick to grab you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he lifts you up. The two of you are a mess of tears, smiles, sniffles, kisses, and whispers as the room is filled with cheers.

You and Shayne are quickly enveloped with loads of your friends, the shock and excitement evident throughout the room.

After a few minutes, Kimmy hugs you and Shayne tightly, congratulating the two of you continuously, quickly gasping as she looks up.

"I can't believe you didn't tell anyone!" Kimmy sniffles, smacking Shayne's chest lightly as he laughed. You looked to him with wide eyes, quickly looking to Damien in confusion as he shook his head.

"Yeah, I've had the ring for... uh, some time now" Shayne laughed, blushing brightly as you at him in awe. "I wanted to surprise you, and| wanted to have a bunch of people we care about with us to celebrate, it just felt right."

Shayne couldn't hide his embarrassment as you wrapped him into another hug, the two of you embracing each other for a few moments, happy tears falling from and for the couple.

"Oh my god, we're still doing a video, holy shit." She laughs, wiping her own tears as she quickly moved out of frame, the rest of the crew following suit. The cast quickly surrounded you once more, each with bright smiles and tear stained cheeks.

You sit back on the stool, grinning as Shayne stands beside you, his arm draped over your shoulders.

"Pst." Damien called loudly from Shayne's other side. "You should give her the ring, Shayne." He whisper-yelled, causing a fit of giggles to ripple through everyone, both you and Shayne blushing deeply.

He fumbles a bit as he opens it again, pulling the delicate, ornate ring from the box before sliding it on to your finger.

You pressed your hand on to your lap, grinning as you stared at the accessory that fit you perfectly in every way.

"I could not imagine being a comedian and having to go on after this guy." Spencer called from out of frame, causing Shayne to cackle.

You guys were quick to wrap up your outro, Shayne still wrapped around you the whole time, placing a kiss to your forehead as they called for a wrap on the shoot.

This was the perfect he was looking for.

[alexihollis]

The Nomination

*based on a thing @asthedeathoflight posted*

"The- the girl who works at the Wonderwheel?" Cleon blinked.

"Mhm."

"The one that carries around that giant sketchbook? And tried to feed a pigeon tofu?" Cleon's voice became more and more incredulous as she spoke.

"Ye- How do you know about that?" Ajax asked.

Cleon just shrugged.

"We need a tagger," Ajax soldiered on - she had thought this through, had a game plan. "She's little. I bet she'd have no problem getting to rooftops and scaling billboards."

"And if we were running low on scouts, I'd be all ears, but we aren't. How well do you think that girl would hold up in a fight?" Cleon asked.

"Are you really gonna say you thought Swan was going to be a good fighter when you snagged her?" Ajax asked. "She looked like a drowned rat when you brought her home!"

"Fuck you, too, Ajax!" Came from the kitchen. Ajax winced. She hadn't realized Swan was home. Whoops.

"She's gonna kick your ass for that," Cleon said.

"Let her try." Swan and her were pretty 50/50 when it came to fights.

Cleon shook her head, bemused. "Has she even said anything about wanting to be in a gang?"

No. No, she had not, but she had told Ajax other things. Like the dad who keeps stealing whatever little money she squirrels away. The creepy men who lurk around the dark corners in their apartment building. Loneliness, because she'd had to drop out of school at fifteen and hadn't been able to make a true friend since losing all the ones she had once had there.

That, in part, might be because she is incredibly jumpy and cagy, but Ajax didn't want to bring that up. The one time Ajax brought up something she didn't seem to want to talk about (namely the dark, suspiciously hand-shaped twin bruises on her biceps), she avoided Ajax for a solid week and still hasn't worn clothes more revealing than a long sleeved shirt and jeans.

Regardless, Ajax knew she would love the Warriors and the Warriors would love her - if Cleon gave her a chance.

"Ajax just wants her new girlfriend to move into our apartment," Cowgirl said, voice coming suddenly from behind Ajax.

For fuck's sake, was everyone at Cleon and Swan's today?

"Shut up, Cowgirl," Ajax hissed as the other girl plopped herself onto the couch, legs dangling as she pulled out a rolled up magazine from her back pocket.

Cleon's eyebrows shot up, "Oh."

"Cleon-"

"Hey, if you say she's cool, she's cool," Cleon said. "Do you plan to move her in? Cause I'm not sure how cool she's going to be rooming with you and Cowgirl."

"I'm moving in with Cochise, we already talked about it." Cowgirl lazily flipped through her magazine. Ajax could kiss her.

"She needs to move in," Ajax said. And something she had been trying not to reveal must have sunk into her voice, because Cleon's face turned much more serious.

"Why the hell didn't you say that first?" Cleon asked.

"Because Wonderwheel girl would dump her in two seconds if she thought Ajax was pitying her," Cowgirl piped up once again, helpful as ever, not at all concerned about the murder plot building in Ajax's head once again. At Cleon's confused look, "She's been talking to herself psyching herself up to come talk to you. It's been concerning."

"I do not talk to myself!"

"Sometimes you do."

"Oh-!"

"Enough," Cleon cut off the building argument. Then, to Ajax, "All right. Is she at the Wonderwheel right now?"

"Yeah."

"Let's go. We'll swing by together to get her stuff."

-----

"So she really is just- in the gang now?" Ajax asked as she looked at the surprising figure lounging on Cleon and Swan's couch.

Ajax had only been stuck behind bars for a week, but Mercy looked like she had lived there a lifetime.

Rembrandt rolled her eyes, checking her shoulder as they made their way into the small kitchen. "Leave it. I thought you were starting to like her."

"I respected her ability to hold her own in a fight against the Furies," Ajax corrected. "Has she even gone through initiation?"

Rembrandt raised her eyebrows. "That night wasn't initiation enough?"

"It isn't initiation!" Ajax protested, struggling to keep her voice low. "What, she's Swan's new girlfriend so she gets special treatment?"

"I do not believe that is what you said when Swan asked if I was going to go through initiation."

"That's different!"

"No, babe, you're just a bit of a hypocrite."

[britcision]

Happy WIP Wednesday friends! Not a huge deal for you today, but I figured I’d drop the Flashback and give you the last piece in the “Bruce Puts His Head In His Butt” for the night!

(Bruce is tranq’ed by Alfred minutes after the call ends and is put to bed. In my heart. He might actually walk himself up but we all know it’s Alfred’s glare that makes it happen)

Just a taste of chapter 14 of Dead and Loving It, you can find the fic on AO3 or from my pinned post which is the latest chapter, but links to the first and all subsequent chapters are in each post!

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A Good Excuse To Be A Bad Influence

Jason was actually on his way to bed on time for once in his life, the early end to patrol and lack of crime lord duties giving him a chance to get a full five hours sleep.

He should have known he wouldn’t get lucky two nights in a row; Constantine wasn’t around to distract Bruce anymore.

He’d contemplated not answering. Contemplated trying not to shoot Bruce in half an hour if the fucker showed up at his window.

The pit growled.

It was the worst thing he’d ever heard. The worst thing he’d ever felt. And he did feel it, vibrating in his very bones.

It sent shivers creeping up and down, muscles tensing as if to run away from something inside him.

He answered the call, hoping it wouldn’t show in his voice.

“What.” Flat, unfriendly. Not encouraging conversation.

“You didn’t come to the cave.” B’s voice was equally flat, but in his case it sounded like a condemnation. An accusation.

Jason gritted his teeth.

“I have shit to do in the morning. Make it quick,” he snapped, giving his bed a glare it definitely didn’t deserve.

His pillows had never done anything to hurt him.

There was a momentary pause before B audibly decided not to push it.

Good.

Jason was in a mood to bite.

“We have intel on the Infinite Realms. I’ve sent the report. You need to stay away from Danny Fenton, for your health,” B said, still cold, still clinical.

Like he didn’t care. Like what Jason wanted didn’t matter.

Jason’s grip tightened and the phone case cracked.

“Yeah, no. Fuck off.” He spat the words, adding “get new phone” to his list of chores for the morning.

He’d been doing so well with this one. Of course Bruce had to ruin it.

At least the old man didn’t seem surprised by his reaction.

“Jason. It… he. His abilities may affect your condition,” he said slowly, sounding tired. Old.

The pit snarled, sensing weakness, and Jason kinda wished he was still lost in its rage. Back when he was, it was easy just to hate those moments.

B showing signs of humanity fucking hurt.

“He is. He’s making it better,” he shot back, brooking no argument.

“We don’t know that, Jason. Please, just… just for a few days. Until we can talk to the League, understand what he’s doing to you.”

Was.

Was that Bruce begging?

It froze something small and soft in Jason’s chest, stuck him in place. And did nothing to stop the flood of icy rage from filling him up.

Filling his chest, crushing his lungs, making it hard to breathe. Because of course, anyone and everyone else’s judgement was worth more to the man than Jason’s.

Begging Jason to listen to him, when he would never, ever, fucking ever listen to Jason. When it didn’t fucking matter if Jason begged.

“And why the fuck would the League know better than a doctor from the Realms?” He finally snapped, ignoring the way his throat tightened.

There was a long silence.

“A doctor?” Bruce asked softly, his voice still so flat and emotionless that only his kids could have read the confusion. Jason rolled his eyes.

“Danny brought me to a doctor. I’m gonna be fine,” he ground out reluctantly, part of him resenting Bruce’s constant insistence on knowing everything.

But… well. If it got the guy off his fucking back.

There was a long silence, one that Jason was fully aware B was likely spending working this new information into his latest paranoid fantasy.

Jason seriously considered just hanging up and going to bed. He was about to do it when Bruce spoke again.

“Would this doctor be willing to speak to the League?” And there it was again, Batman voice, clinical and distant and always, always fucking suspicious.

Jason rolled his eyes harder. With emphasis. Willing to be interrogated by first the Justice League and then separately also goddamn Batman.

Actually, now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure B wouldn’t get anywhere with Frostbite. Frostbite took his work seriously and was, yeah, king of a full realm of yetis.

None of Bruce’s pointed silences, menacing looming, or vague growls would bug the guy who got Danny through Fucked Up Ghost Puberty.

(And would probably be helping Jason through his own Fucked Up Ghost Puberty… joy of joys.)

It might actually be fun to see him try. If just being here wouldn’t put Frostbite in danger, because hell fucking no that wasn’t happening. The guy may not be his king but Jason would still die first.

But of course, in all his paranoid bullshit about the Realms influencing Gotham, B had somehow conveniently missed what America was doing to the Realms.

Like Jason hadn’t even done the full write up.

“Not while the fucking League are required to hand him right to the US government for torture and experimentation. Which, by the way, did you read my report on the Anti Ecto Acts?” Jason asked sarcastically, doing his very worst fake concern.

And again he was met with silence. Fuck, maybe Bruce hadn’t read it. Jason had dropped it in the day before all this gala bullshit had started, and it had been a busy two days since.

Maybe B deadass hadn’t put the pieces together. Might as well hammer it home for him.

“You know, the one that says you, me, Cass, and Damian are all non-sentient because we’ve been exposed to the pits?” Jason added, eyes narrowing.

Which wasn’t technically true, since it was the resulting liminality and ability to process ectoplasm that made them count, but Bruce didn’t need to know that yet.

Finally he spoke again, voice gruff and clipped.

“I’m looking into it. But for now, Jason, please-” he said again, the cover of Batman beginning to slip.

But Jason was done. No fucking chance Bruce was giving him orders when he hadn’t even bothered asking for Jason’s opinion.

He wanted to spout off about dangers of the Infinite Realms after talking to some wet paper bag of a man who hawked his soul like it was a pokemon card. Hard pass.

And even after hearing that Jason knew what was going on a damn sight better than Bruce did, he still wanted to push him around?

Fuck that.

“Sorry B, legally non-sentient, guess I can’t be blamed for my actions,” he drawled, then turned his phone off and dropped into bed.

He had a lot of shit to do before picking Danny up in the morning.

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Jason will be using “legally non-sentient” as an excuse long after the laws themselves are repealed, and just you fucking wait until Damian hears he can try it too 😏

Sorry Bruce, Damian can’t socialize today, he’s legally non-sentient and can’t be blamed if he bites someone

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[shallowseeker]

btw i know you said asks off so i wont be offended if you refuse to answer but im always thinking about how touched cas must feel when dean comes storming in during the diner scene in lily sunder... his friends care about him!!!!! :)

Oh. Hehe. I guess when I turned it off, I only turned off anon asks. :-)

No, no. Not offended at all. I just turned off the anon asks cause I was getting a lot of bizarre messages, some of them really out of line. (I think mostly due to me posting a Rowena-pegs-Sam joke on a poll that was apparently more high-stakes to some folks than I ancitpated.).

BUT YES LILY SUNDER OH GOD LET'S HAVE LILY SUNDER HOURS TOGETHER

You know, I wonder! I think he was touched, but he was feeling some mixed emotions, too. Namely, irritation and eventually horror.

I'm not the best Cas understander out there, so maybe a Cas-pert can weight in but... here we go.

///

At the beginning of the episode, we find Dean and Cas in a Cold War, both irritable with one another for...simply put, being heroes. Neither wants the other to "be a hero" and get hurt. The feeling is mutual.

Cas wanted to protect Dean from his stupid deal, and then Mary stepped in to take on the burden of the stupid deal, and then Cas stepped in to override Mary and got Cursed (TM).

OMG Look at Dean's FACE when Cas says, "I have to go."

////

And yes, it appears you're right. He wanted their support!

///

I wonder how heavily Cas's need for appreciation is weighted into this?

I'm thinking particularly of this line: "...and appreciative, too!"

He wants Dean to appreciate his heroics.

We see this desire repeated in the 12x19 Future script, with the mental picture of a strong, shirtless Cas and the hyperfocused closeup of Dean saying, "Thank you..."

///

And Dean is grateful.

From Sam's words, it sounds like Dean is the one who started the Cold War. The end of this episode will bookend with Dean trying to put to words why he's so pissy.

(He's worried.)

///

Looking at the diner scene today...

I honestly think annoyance might be winning for Cas overall. :D

///

He needed to talk the soldier talk, and he does: complimenting his fellow soldiers' dominations of their vessels and "keeping them" all these years.

Yikes, I'm not sure he'd engage in that kind of "angel bro talk" with Sam and Dean present. It's like they're talking about their cars.

Cas is here with one goal in mind, to get intel. He resolves to be cool-headed.

And Cas resolves to put up with it. For the sake of strategy and intel.

///

But then Dean charges in, and this is the face of an angel "losing face" and alllllll his negotiation power:

Sam and Dean have unwittingly taken away his ability for locker-room talk.

///

And then, things go to Hell. Ishim gets mad.

///

With a lap-full of Dean, Cas tries to salvage what little trust he had: "I only brought Sam and Dean."

And Dean, in Ishim's eyes, starts "mouthing off" and "getting cute." He hates it.

(I think Ishim reads them, and he's jealous about it, to be honest. Cas was everything Ishim wanted to be as a soldier, and Cas's humans truly love him.)

///

And Ishim continues his insults, which has the effect of successfully drawing Dean AND Sam into an argument as they defend Cas.

///

Cas tries to give Sam a BIG hint.

//

And then... Cas loses the discussion. Ishim closes up and decides NOT to play ball. Ishim redirects, "I have a safe house nearby."

This is a face of, "fuck you guys. Look what you did. You've made him shut down AND he's demanding I move the conversation to a 'safe place.'"

And a safe place like that is safer for ISHIM but not for Cas. It's not the outcome Cas wanted. He wanted to get to the meat of things: intel.

And he wanted to do it in a public place with backup.

///

Now that I look, I think... I think yes, he's certainly touched to have their support, but in the moment, his annoyance is winning out.

This has the vibes of, "Don't make things needlessly complicated, as you humans tend to do."

YOU DESTROYED MY NEGOTIATION, DEAN.

///

Later, of course, there's the fight.

And Ishim wipes the floor with them.

This and what happens with Ramiel in Stuck in the Middle with You are two of Cas's worst moments. I think they're huge parts of what triggers his lone wolfism at the end of this season.

He may want support, but he doesn't want them to protect him.

That's unacceptable / devastating / frightening!

(Cas, afraid he's going to have to watch Dean die.)

Dean lowers his hand, and we don't GET Cas's reaction when he does, but I can imagine it was one of the most devastating moments of his life.

Aside/// Someone smarter than me... Is that even a proper banishing sigil? It doesn't have the usual triangle that I've seen the boys use. I know Samuel used some different ones...

///

And Ishim, who already "read" Dean in the dinner, is now wanting to punish Castiel for having THE THING HE HIMSELF wanted...

...and so of course he calls his bluff: "That's what I thought."

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I rate it MIXED. I think Cas is having majorly mixed feelings about all this! I think he wants his family's support, but when he finally gets it, it's the WORST feeling. It's maybe the worst thing that's ever happened to him.

[yangbbokari]

Do You Love Me Too?

Pairing: Hyunjin x fem!reader x Jeongin Genre/AU/Trope: Angst, fluff(?), hurt comfort(?), College!AU, friends to friends to potential lovers(idk if that counts😭) WC: 1.4k Summary: You like him so why can't he see that? But as for the other, he likes you, why can't you see that? Is it so hard to find someone who loves you in this life? Warnings: unrequited love, language(? I don't remember just in case), mentions of stomach cancer, now I'm too lazy to wrote the rest so tell me if I missed something A.N. This was supposed to be posted last Friday but y'all are getting it today. Enjoy!🤗

Growing up, you had two best friends. One, was named Jeongin and the other, was Hyunjin. Anywhere Hyunjin went, you went, and so did Jeongin. It’s been like this since before you could remember. Of course each of you made a few other friends along the way but none were quite like your trio. 

But there was something different about your group. A little more different than any other average friend group. You were friends with benefits. Well at least with Hyunjin. You couldn’t exactly say the same for Jeongin. 

When you were alone with Hyunjin, that meant that he had full control. Even right before a hang out, he’d come extra early to spend “special” time with you. You could never say no to him. After all, you have had a crush on him since freshman year of highschool. Being in college didn’t change that.

The two of you never thought you’d get caught. But little did y’all know, that Jeongin had known from the start. The flushed cheeks, swollen lips, purple marks along the neck, new set of clothes from what you wore earlier. How could he not notice. Especially since he’s loved you since childhood. He always saw you chase after Hyunjin and never him. But, what right did he have if he was not the one you liked? So he ignored everything and pretended that he never knew a thing. 

That was up until, for the first time, you ran into his arms. He was stunned. This wasn’t something that would usually happen so why happen now? But then he heard your sobs, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“I-Innie… I just don’t get it. What does she have that I don’t? Did you know I liked Hyunjin too?” You look up at him with teary eyes. Jeongin was so flustered he just blurted out the truth. “Y-yeah!” It only made you sob harder. He was worried but unsure of what to do. 

You continued to ramble. “Everyone knows I’m in love with him BUT him! Am I that unlikable? I’ve chased after him for so many years. I’ve done everything he’s wanted. H-he tells me he loves me when we have intimate moments so why is he with another girl now!? He holds me while kissing my forehead so why is he doing that with another girl now!? He makes me feel special but was that all a lie!?” 

Jeongin held you tightly and shushed you down. “No, you’re not that unlikable. Maybe he just doesn’t see you that way. Maybe it’s right person wrong time. If he can do all that with you why can’t I? Why can’t I make you feel special? Why can’t I hold you? Why can’t I tell you that I love you?”

“Cuz’ you’re not him, Innie. No one’s like Hyunjin.” He felt his heart shatter. Of course he wasn’t. After all, as blind as Hyunjin was, so were you. Why couldn’t you see his gigantic, heart, eyes, that only held you? Was he that hard to love? ~~~ After that, you began to ignore both of them. Jeongin also ignored both of you. Hyunjin was a little confused.The rest of the school was baffled. Neither of you have ever grown apart like this. Not even after an argument. Y'all would always make up somehow. So this was a little weird. Hyunjin was worried. His two closest best friends have never done this so he called the both of you for a meet up. Sitting in the cafe was insufferable. Not to mention that Hyunjin also brought his girlfriend, Lia. You looked everywhere but at Hyunjin, too sure you were going to cry if you did. Jeongin simply didn't know if you knew that he accidentally confessed to you so he's been keeping his distance.

Hyunjin sighed loudly. "So are we just going to sit here all day? What's going on with my bestfriends? Did I do something wrong?"

"NO!" Both you and Jeongin yelled at the same time. Hyunjin sighed once more. "Then what is it?" You didn't want to speak more than you already did. Because you knew if you did, you'd accidentally tell Hyunjin how much you've loved him from the start. So you rose from you position and left. 

Now it was Jeongin's turn to sigh. "I'll go talk to her and walk her back to the dorms." With that, he also left, leaving Hyunjin and Lia behind.

He called out after you. "Y/nnie! Wait!" But you continued to ignore him. He huffed before running to catch up with you and whipping you around by the wrist. That was when he saw the tears streaming down your cheeks. 

"You should've just left me alone. This is so embarrassing." You said as you were wiping away your tears. Jeongin's eyes softened and he wrapped his arms around you. "It's not. This is what bestfriends are for, aren't they?" You chuckled and gently hit him on the shoulder. "Oh, shut up." He laughed with you. "There's my Y/nnie. That's the smile she always wears." You don't know why but your heart fluttered. "My Y/nnie..." You repeat to yourself quietly.

Jeongin walked you the rest of the way to your dorms. He hugged you and then he turned to leave. But then you gently grabbed and tugged his sleeve. "Innie?" His heart pounded against his rib cage. "Y-yeah..?" You took a deep breath. "Did you mean what you said the other day? You know, when you said that I should do everything with you instead." He nodded his head. "Then does that mean that you like me?" 

Think, Jeongin, think. If you don't come up with something she'll find out. He quickly turned to you with a soft smile. "No. I just wanted to make you feel better. Besides, I don't have to like you to hold you do I?" You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "Oh, thank God! I wouldn't have the heart to reject you. Thank you, Jeongin. For being so good to me." 

His gaze faltered. You were relieved that he didn't love you. So how would it turn out when you knew that he does? 

But Jeongin didn't let you see that. He just smiled and said, "Yeah."

After you went inside, Jeongin finally let his tears flow freely. How could he be so stupid to ever think that you'd give him a chance. To ever think that your view on him would even change the slightest.

Later that night, you called Hyunjin. "Hello, y/n?" You wanted to slap yourself from ever avoiding him when you heard the worry lacing his voice. "I'm sorry, Hyunjin. None of this was your fault. Me and Jeongin talked ours out so..." You paused, not sure of what to say.

"...so we're all good?" Hyunjin finished for you. You smiled, not that he could see it. "Yeah... we're good." ~~~ Back at school, everything went back to normal. Three best friends enjoying their time. As per usual, you'd bring Hyunjin strawberry milk during lunch. Except this time, he rejected it.

"No, thanks. Lia's getting me something."

"Oh..."

Jeongin could see how the happiness in your eyes faltered. So he snatched the milk carton from your hands.

"Nice! Y/nnie, I knew you loved me. Strawberry milk just how I like it."

"Oh, shut up!"

You punched him on the shoulder and the two of you had your own little time, just horsing around. With Jeongin distracting you, you didn't even notice when Lia came in. That was until you heard her say, "Jesus, you two. You guys would look so cute together. Why don't y'all date already." She giggled and Hyunjin agreed.

Both, your's and Jeongin's cheeks flushed red and you both stopped bickering. "For the record, Jeongin is like a little brother to me. No thanks." You fake gagged.

Jeongin could feel a sharp pang in his heart. Little brother... he'd make sure to keep that in mind. "Ew, Y/n? Absolutely not. I'd rather date a pig."

"Well fuck you too, Yang Jeongin!"

He stuck out his tongue at you as you began bickering with him again. ~~~ In class, the only class that you had with Hyunjin, Lia, and Jeongin, the teacher assigned a group project. So of course you all banded together. Nobody knew how Jeongin made it into this class because out of everyone, only he majored in law while the rest of you majored in visual arts. He claimed that he was taking this art class to get to know his two best friends better. Not that either of you believed it. But it is what it is. 

The project was to create a one of a kind art piece that reflected a little bit of each and everyone's art style and emotions. You immediately chose love. Being the hopeless romantic you are, how could you not? Hyunjin chose excitement, Lia chose Joy, and Jeongin chose sorrow. Jeongin's was a bit different from the rest but the rubric did say everyone. 

Everyone agreed to meet up at the campus study rooms. But Hyunjin and Lia cancelled last minute. Something along the lines of, "We have to go meet with some other people so we can't make it. SORRY!" So now, it was you and Jeongin stuck in a study room for a couple of hours, brainstorming up a plan. 

You began to grow tired and your head was nodding off until you were fully asleep. Jeongin just thought it was the funniest thing to take a few pictures. But he forgot to turn off his flash so it woke you up.

"What the hell, Jeongin! Delete those right now!"

"Make me!"

You chased Jeongin until he gave in. But once he did, you tripped over your own feet. Not wanting to fall face first, you grabbed onto Jeongin. Which inevitably led to him falling on top of you. Both of you were breathing heavily but couldn't find the strength to push the other off. Nor could either of you break eye contact. You wouldn't exactly say that you haven't been falling for him either. But this was something new and weird you weren't ready to explore.

Jeongin found this as a chance. A chance for you to see him as worthy. He slowly leaned down, finally breaking eye contact as his eyes flickered between yours and your lips. The closer he got, the harder it was for you to deny the feelings between the two of you. You felt his lips brush against yours when your phone rang, snapping you both out of the trance. 

After practically shoving Jeongin off of you, you picked up the phone. Hyunjin's voice rang in from the other side.

"Hey, y/n. Are you still with Jeongin?"

"Yeah... why?"

"Where are you guys, I'll come meet with you guys."

"Just you?"

"Yeah."

"Where's Lia?"

"I'll explain that later."

"Oh, well we're still at the study rooms."

When Hyunjin arrived, he almost fell into your arms. He began to explain how Lia and him had broken up and how his heart was in shambles. Both you and Jeongin were extremely confused. Hyunjin and Lia had seemed so perfect just hours ago and now they broke up. It was a bit off considering how head over heels they were for each other. ~~~ Hyunjin ended up talking to each of you alone. Jeongin first. He didn't even hesitate. He immediately went straight to the point.

"You like Y/nnie, don't you?"

"What?"

"You heard me."

"No! That's impossible. She's like an annoying sibling."

"Nobody looks at their annoying sibling like they'd do anything for them and fall to their knees if that sibling asked them to."

Jeongin was a bit speechless for a minute. But then he asked a question.

"And if I did? Why would that matter to you?"

"Because I like her too."

"What!? What about Lia? Weren't you just so devastated that she broke up with you?"

"Lia was someone that helped me."

"In what way?"

"She became my fake-partner for a month."

"The hell does that mean?"

"She pretended to like me for month. In return, I'd help her with her reputation and her classwork."

"Well why did you feel the need to tell me that you liked Y/n too?"

Now Hyunjin was a bit speechless. It was hard for him to explain the situation. He didn't know how to put it into words.

"Because... I want you to be good to her."

"You do know she likes you right?"

"Yeah."

"So why don't you take good care of her yourself?"

"We're not meant for each other."

"Speak in words I can understand, Hyunjin! Quit speaking like Shakespeare wrote you!"

"She's not gonna do any good with me."

"You already slept with her for God's sake! Are just gonna use her and dump her!?"

"That's what I mean! She'll only end up heartbroken with me! I pretended to be in a relationship with Lia so that she'd get over me and realize that you're waiting for her! I'm dying, Innie! There won't be a me anymore! My stomach cancer's already in stage 3!!"

Jeongin went silent. He just nodded his head as he headed out the door. When he walked past you, looking distressed, you became worried. But all he said was, "Hyunjin said he wants to talk to you now." ~~~ Hyunjin kept it short with you. 

"Do you like Jeongin?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Why are you asking me about this?"

"Because my two best friends seem to be a good match. I don't want them to end up alone like me."

"You're stupid."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, because you'll never end up alone. You'll always have me and Innie by your side. That's what friends are for."

As much as Hyunjin's heart was warmed, it also hurt. Knowing that a warm person like you couldn't be his hurt a little too deep.

"Let's go out drinking. For the sake of being friends this long." ~~~ Jeongin knew he had to watch over you so he couldn't drink much. He also wasn't in the nicest mood especially after what Hyunjin told him. Hyunjin couldn't drink. His condition didn't allow him to. You on the other hand, not knowing much, drank to your heart's content. 

"Cheers for Hyunnie's breakup! Cheers so Innie can finally find a girlfriend!" You drunkenly shouted before passing out in between the men. Jeongin turned to Hyunjin. But he couldn't hold his gaze for long.

"When are you planning to tell her?"

"Never?" Hyunjin chuckled tiredly. "I don't want her to know."

"Don't you think it's better for her to know now than later?"

"But if she finds out now, she'll be very careful with me and we won't be able to be the fun best friends we always are. You know how she is."

Now Jeongin got to chuckle. "She is like that." Both men smiled fondly at you. Your mouth wide open, already drooling on Hyunjin's shoulder.

"I'll tell her. Just not now."

Jeongin nodded his head, deciding to put his trust in Hyunjin. Eventually, they decided that Jeongin would take you home and Hyunjin would go on his own. 

In the back of the taxi, on the way home, you looked up at Jeongin, studying his features.

"Innie?"

"Oh, you're awake."

"Is that you, Innie?"

"Mhmm."

He could tell that you still weren't sober but still decided to keep the conversation going.

"What is it, Y/nnie?"

"What do you think of me? Am I good enough?"

"Of course you are. I think you're an amazing person. Anybody would be lucky to have you."

"Then do you like me?"

"Do you think that I like you?"

"I don't know!" You began to pout and he just thought it was so cute. He couldn't exactly pull out his phone, so he took a mental picture of this very moment. "Why can't you like me, Jeongin!? Am I ugly!? Am I too much of a sister to you!?"

That's when you started crying and Jeongin couldn't help but fall even deeper in love with you.

"There's just some things I can't tell you." He whispered into your hair.

You were already getting drowsy again when you softly mumbled. "Can you at least love me back the way I love you? I've just been waiting for you to say that you love me."

He could feel his cheeks warm when you said that. Maybe one day he could tell you how much he loves you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ another a.n: I have more so there might be a part 2 but I didn't know how to word it. and ik, the ending is pretty ass but thats all I have so far

[veronicaphoenix]

Chapter tags & trigger warnings: nightmares, implied ptsd, angst, fluff, comfort, Noah being the perfect boyfriend best friend | Word count: 2.1k | Cross posted on AO3 | Series masterpost. ✧.*

General trigger warnings: This work addresses and depicts issues related to addiction and violence, contains explicit sexual content, and explores themes of childhood trauma. Reader discretion is advised.

         "Sometimes, it amazed me how easy it was to make her happy, how simple life had to be to get her to genuinely smile."

Lia’s hands were dirty with wet soil.

         The day  before, at the grocery store, she had picked up gloves and a few gardening tools. Today, she was planting the seeds she had picked up and that she had added to the pile of items I had to carry in my arms. When I had complained again, Lia had just shrugged her shoulders and pointed out that I had long arms, so I’d have to deal with it. I just rolled my eyes.

         That early morning, she did wear the gloves when she started working in the back garden of the house, but soon abandoned them because she said they dulled her sense of touch, preventing her from feeling the soil, the plants, or the petals of the flowers.

         I stayed close by, engaged in a conversation with her for a while. I was curious about her gardening choices, observing her focused efforts as she worked in different areas of the garden. It was refreshing to see her absorbed in the task, providing a temporary respite from the worries that plagued her day and night, especially at night. 

         After pouring us each a glass of orange juice and having a little argument with Lia because she asked me to bring her a beer can instead, I settled into one of the hammocks on the porch, sunglasses and headphones on.

         As usual, time seemed to slip away whenever I lay there, under the sun. I was granted a rare moment of peace for the first time in weeks.

         Lia continued her gardening nearby, moving from one end of the garden to the other with dedication. Despite my music, I caught snippers of her conversation with the flowers, which brought a smile to my face. It was such a tranquil morning, marred only by the lingering shadow of Lia’s past with Mitch.

         When a sudden black cloud obscured the sun, I removed my sunglasses and headphones, standing up to assess the changing weather.

         Lia sat cross-legged in the center of the garden, crafting a flower crown, triggering memories of that day in her mother’s house, when I was fifteen and she was fourteen. I recalled that day, when we were just teenagers and I had had to explain to her why I had decided to drop out of school. With her sad eyes looking straight into mine, I suggested she could move in with me and Mike when she turned eighteen. I had stayed the night with her, and we had woken up together. A slight blush kept up my cheeks as I remembered what had transpired that morning between us.

         Trying to shake off the memory, I called out to her.

         “Hey, princess.”

         Lia’s head snapped up, a smile playing on her lips as she seemed to be recalling the same memory, the moment I placed the daisy crown on her head more than a decade ago.

         “How does it look?” she inquired, motioning towards the flowers she had planted in clusters around the garden.

         “I might just hire you as my private gardener,” I quipped, though the garden truly seemed rejuvenated, as if life had just brought by a sudden miracle.

         I found it ironic how Lia, navigating through her own struggles, had this knack for bringing life and light to her surroundings, including me.

         “I must tell you, my services are quite expensive,” she teased, rising and brushing soil from her knees.

         “I’d pay with my soul,” I replied, eliciting a tender smile from her. The sunlight illuminated her face, lending her a healthier glow as the bruises on her skin seemed to be fading. I hoped her heart would heal as her body did.

         When it came to my split lip, it still hurt, but it was also getting better.

         “I’m serious. It looks amazing,” I told her, surveying her handiwork. “How’s the crown coming along?” I asked, nodding towards the floral creation in her hands.

         “Hmm,” Lia’s smile flattered momentarily as she focused on the string of flowers. “I’ve lost practice,” she admitted. I could feel the sadness in her voice.

         “Need a hand?” I offered.

         Lia raised an eyebrow skeptically. “You’re not exactly skilled at making flower crowns, Noah.”

         Raising my hands, feigning offense, I replied, “All right, Flower Queen. I was just trying to be helpful.”

         “I wasn’t teasing you,” she clarified. “It’s just a fact.”

         “I know…” It was true. I had no freaking clue as to how to make a flower crown, not even after so many years of having a flower enthusiast as my best friend. “So, what’s on the agenda today? What do you feel like doing? Do you want to go to the Botanical Gardens?” I suggested. “We could spend some time walking around, grab a hot chocolate from the café, and maybe pick up a few more plants.”

         “Aren’t you tired of flowers?” Lia questioned, probably concerned about me.

         “Who could ever tire of flowers?” I exclaimed, swinging my leg over the hammock to stand. I collected our drinks, ready to return them to the kitchen. “Flowers are fucking pretty. I could never get enough, even if I’m hopeless at making crowns.”

         “You’re just saying that to keep me happy,” Lia countered. She couldn’t hide the tiny smile peeking from her lips, though.

         “I’d say anything to keep you happy, but no, I actually mean those words. Flowers rock. Now go take a quick shower, and let’s go to the Botanical Gardens. I’ll see if Jesse wants to join us.”

The botanical garden adventure turned out to be a more delightful experience than I expected. A new section had recently opened, and Lia’s excitement bubbled over as we explored it thoroughly. She was so fascinated by the new multitude of plants that she left Jesse and me trailing behind her, lost in our chatter about work and music.

         When she ventured further ahead, Jesse lowered his voice and asked me about her well-being. I hesitated before responding because the truth was that I wasn’t sure. At times she looked… okay. Other times, I would hear her or catch her crying. I had no clue if a pain like the one she carried could ever disappear; if a wound like that could ever be mended.

         During our time there, I noticed Lia occasionally drifting into moments of distraction, her smile fading as troubling thoughts crept in. Sensing her vulnerability, I made a point to stay close, wrapping an arm around her shoulder whenever I sensed her faltering. Redirecting her attention, I guided her to the next exhibit, peppering her with random questions about the flora, to which she surprisingly had all the answers. Lia's depth of knowledge was captivating, and I wasn't the only one to notice. Jesse, too, was struck by Lia's genuine passion for nature and flowers. It was heartwarming to witness how she retained that childhood love amidst her life's challenges.

         Standing outside the cafeteria, positioned on the elevated area overseeing the gardens, I waited for Jesse to return from the restrooms and for Lia to pick up her hot chocolate from the counter inside the café. As I glanced at the sky, latte in hand, I felt grateful for the brightness of the day. Suddenly, Lia’s arms wrapped around me from behind, squeezing me tightly as her head nestled against my back. Some coffee spilled from my cup, and a bit of chocolate dripped from the one she held in her left hand.

         “Lia, Christ,” I exclaimed, turning around to face her, taken aback by the sudden unexpected affection. With a sheepish grin, she released her hold, cheeks flushed.

         “Sorry, that was… awkward,” Lia mumbled, her apology hanging in the air.

         “No, not at all,” I reassured her, reaching out to gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “It was rather lovely,” I added, a warm smile gracing my lips. “You feeling alright?”

         Her response came accompanied by a slight shake of the hot chocolate cup in her hand. “Now I am, yes,” Lia replied, her smile returning.

         Sometimes, it amazed me how easy it was to make her happy, how simple life had to be to get her to genuinely smile.

         Before long, Jesse joined us, his hand ruffling through his hair as he adjusted his glasses. “You’re all set?” he asked, casting a glance at the drinks we held.  

         “Yep,” we replied in unison.

         “Great. My mom’s birthday is coming up. I thought I’d browse the shop for some plants before we leave,” Jesse announced. “Maybe Lia can give me some advice?”

         “Sure,” she agreed readily.

         “She’ll do that gladly,” I mumbled. “She’s going to give herself some advice, too.”

         “And pick out a few more plants for the garden,” she added, a playful grin dancing on her face as she strolled alongside us.  

         Sure enough, Lia ended up selecting a couple of pots of pelargonium, gardenias, and some bamboo sticks, envisioning how they would complement the minimalist aesthetic of my room. As Lia and Jesse explored the shop, leaving me behind to wonder why the fuck some plants were so weird, they discussed which flowers would be best suited for Jesse's mom. Lia shared her expertise on which blooms would last longest indoors and explained the symbolic meanings behind each flower and color. Jesse listened attentively, deciding. He finally selected a thoughtful assortment of white and orange plants that he hoped his mom would like.

         Later that day, back in the comfort of the house, the three of us settled in to tackle some work. Jesse attended to his band obligations, handling a few phone calls and online meetings while Lia and I retreated to the studio.

         The gentle sound of pencils scratching on paper and crayons on textured surfaces served as a comforting backdrop to the tunes I was playing on one of my guitars. Having Lia nearby, even in her quiet presence, felt good; I definitely preferred her close where I could sense her mood rather than distant and out of reach. I didn’t want to find her locked in the bathroom crying her eyes out and feeling guilty for what had happened to her.

         It hadn’t been her fault, and while I didn’t mind reminding her of that as many times as necessary, I didn’t want her to dwell on those thoughts alone. I believed it was healthier for her to externalize her feelings and emotions through lyrics or drawings.  

         Midafternoon, I took a brief break to make coffee and grab a snack, taking the time to check the messages on my phone —a few from Jolly, another bunch from other friends and work— and give Matt a call.

         Lia joined me in the kitchen just as I was in the midst of the conversation, gesturing for me to pass her the phone when I was finished. In the meantime, she retrieved a beer from the fridge.

         When she spoke with Matt —and I entertained myself chewing on chocolate-chip cookies—, her tone seemed overly cheerful, which was odd. Somehow, she decided it would be a good idea for all of us to meet on Saturday night, grab some pizzas, and spend some time together as we used to do. With Jolly’s return scheduled for Friday, Lia asked for my approval. I could only shrug and reply with a casual “yeah”. If it meant she could relax and enjoy the company of our friends, then I was fully supportive.

          As the day melted into evening, the house overflowed with tranquility. The strumming of the guitar filled the air, punctuated by the occasional recording breaks to capture snippets of sound for an on-going musical project. Meanwhile, Lia was deeply engrossed in her creative zone, sitting on the sofa facing the desk where I was sat at. She was working with a pen and a worn-out notebook in hand, sketching designs and penning songs’ lyrics with a focus that made her bit her lip. Every once in a while she would lift her head and make a comment about the sounds coming out from the speakers, complimenting the music I was creating. There was something so undeniably comforting about being in this creative bubble together, just doing our thing and enjoying each other’s company.

         We vibed off each other’s energy effortlessly. It was like we were in sync, riding the same wavelength of inspiration. It felt like home.

         At quarter to seven, Lia rose from the sofa, stretching her arms and humming, and placed a few sheets of paper on the desk beside the keyboard.

         “There. Take a look. They’re not my best work, but I think they might work for a t-shirt design," she casually said, enthusiasm lacking her tone.

         The sheets were filled with new drawings —roses, daggers, demons—, potential additions to our merchandise lineup.

         Before I could respond, she left the studio, mentioning something about grabbing another beer and preparing dinner.