#'Hey you prolly would like to be at home you know with your people but...WE ARE YOUR PEOPLE NOW'

[strangernstranger]

Take You Home | Part Two

Eddie X Fem Reader Summary: After an argument, you’re determined to prove Eddie is wrong about you. You decided you’re going to Jason Carver’s party alone. Eddie is set on finding you, worried what kind of situation you might find yourself in. He quickly realizes how right he was to worry and convinces you to leave with him. (Mentions of drinking and potentially violent situations.)

Shit! Shit! Shit! Eddie forcefully smacked his hand against the steering wheel. How the fuck am I supposed to find her? Roll down the windows and call her name like goddamn Lassy? Eddie’s van tore down the pavement, Dio at top volume as he wracked his brain on where you might be. She wouldn’t really be at Jason’s would she?

The two of you made fun of Jason all the time. In fact, Eddie loved to climb onto tables, giving his best impression and interpretations of Jason’s speeches. Your favorite being his ‘where is the clitoris?’ speech. He’d mimic the hand gestures and all, his shaggy hair shaking wildly. ‘WE CAN FIND IT! If it exists. EITHER WAY WE’RE NOT GIVING UP!’ He literally had you laughing so hard you were in tears. That was a proud moment for Eddie. No way she’d go….but if she wanted to get back at me she would.

Given all the popular hangout spots were closed for the night, Jason’s house was the best lead. Problem was, Eddie had no idea where Jason lived. He was perfectly happy with that guy taking up as little space in his brain as possible. He wasn’t sure if it was his disdain for him and his basketball buddies or Holy Diver rattling the interior of the van, but he was now a man on a mission. He gripped the steering wheel tighter and laid on the gas. He’d drive all over Hawkins if he had to. Has she even drank before? Ugh, she’s probably a light weight too. He was certain if he didn’t find you soon enough, you’d be throwing your guts up in a bush somewhere. Which to Eddie, seemed like more fun than studying for biology. But it wasn’t something he wanted for you.

He found himself somewhere he wasn’t too familiar with. White two story houses with paved driveways and well maintained lawns. It’s gotta be around here. He cut the music and began scanning the area. It didn’t take too long to find. He came upon a modestly immaculate home. Through the trees he could see plastic cups littering the yard and teens smoking in the driveway. The thump of music could be heard coming from inside the house. Yep, this is definitely it. Eddie switched off the engine and began making his way to the house. He assumed there would be a few people there less than happy to see him. He just prayed you weren’t one of them.

The closer he got to the house, the more familiar the faces in the driveway became. Clients. One was a regular, Tate. Tate was a stand-up guy. Very punctual and genuinely pleasant during their transactions. Eddie was a little shocked to see him there. As he looked around, he noticed the crowd wasn’t entirely what he expected. He imagined testosterone filled, wannabe frat-boys everywhere. This seemed way less hostile. Band geeks, science nerds. And now, Eddie the Freak.

“EDDIE? NO WAY! You’re here?! NOW it’s a party!” Tate exclaimed, the light from the house driving the shadows away from Eddie’s clean, shaven face. His brown eyes darted from one group to another. He could feel their heads turning in his direction. It was so nice of Tate to alert everyone of his arrival, but he would’ve much preferred to be in and out without notice.

Eddie took a slight bow. “Don’t get too excited. I’m off the clock. No goody bags.”

“…Well that sucks. BUT it’s still gooda see you, man.” Tate swayed as he slurred. Sweet kid. Eddie was glad he was having a good time.

“Hey, you know y/n, right? Is she uh- is she here?” He questioned Tate hopefully.

“Oh yea, shesin the house. But if you’re looking to spend some quality time with her, you’re prolly gonna have to wait in line. Andy has been barking up that tree aaall night.”

That son of a bitch. Eddie patted Tate on the back as if to thank him for his service before storming towards the door. He just knew that basketball prick was up to something. The closer he got, the harder his heart pounded. Through the door, he encountered a sea of people. Some happily surprised to see him. Others snickering and undoubtedly whispering to their friends about him or cracking jokes. Not that he cared. He was only there for you. He began pushing and weaving through the hoards trying to find you. He tried to call your name but it was instantly lost in the pulsating music and endless chatter.

“Watch where the hell you’re going!” An all too friendly party-goer sounded as he was accidentally nudged. Eddie offered up his hands to show no offense. This was impossible! The house was sizable to say the least and there were too many people. He struggled to think of where to start. If I were a drunk girl at a party…where would I be? Eddie pondered this for a second, someone’s elbow digging into his side as he squeezed through. Kitchen. Always the kitchen. He could see the white glow of light reflecting off tile and into the hall from where he was standing. Not much further.

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“Let me pour you another.” Andy was way too close to you for Eddie’s comfort. From the doorway he could see the two of you.

“A-another? I feel like I’ve had a lot. Things are getting a little spinny.” An involuntary chuckle escaped your lips. At first you liked the way the alcohol made you feel. Your muscles loosened. Your body felt warm. So warm in fact, Andy took the liberty of helping you out of your jacket. But after about the third or fourth drink, things started feeling too surreal. Almost dreamy. You felt the cold envelope you hands as Andy filled your cup once more. You weren’t entirely sure what you had been drinking, but it was sweet, pink and citrusy.

“Why do I never see you at any of the games?” Andy brushed a piece of hair behind your ear before letting his hand rest on your upper arm. His palm run up to your shoulder and slyly, he slid a finger under the strap of your dress. If you had your wits about you, you probably would’ve slapped him or at least told him off. But you weren’t even sure if what was happening was real. How could it be? Andy coming onto you at Jason’s Carver’s house? That was some alternate reality shit. You shyly tried to pull your shoulder to your ear to break the contact, but lost your balance as your head swiveled. “Whoa, careful.” Andy laughed, moving his hands to your hips to steady you. He kept them there. It didn’t feel right, but your inebriated brain lacked the coherency to understand why or shut it down.

You were visibly drunk. Your cheeks flushed pink and head heavy. Eddie knew with one look. Your body language was entirely different than your usual. Even so, he could see your discomfort towards Andy’s advances. His blood boiled under his skin as he watched him put his hands on you. He didn’t look half as drunk as you were. How fucking dare he think he can take advantage. No way that was happening. Eddie unapologetically shoved through the remainder of the crowd to get to you.

“Eddie?” You were so confused. You weren’t sure if it was really him or some girl with a similar haircut. It took a second for your vision to settle. Wait- Nope, definitely Eddie. “Wh-why are you-“

“Get your fucking hands off her, man.” His voice was low and gravely. Quick and biting. In one forceful motion, he grabbed The arm of Andy’s letterman jacket and ripped his hand off your waist. His sweaty palm leaving a wrinkle on your delicate dress.

“You got a problem, Freak?” Andy stiffened his posture. He turned away from you, giving Eddie his full attention. “Is this your girl?”

As quick as the flick of a lighter, Eddie’s eyes shot to you. There was something there, but you couldn’t read him in your state. “N-No, she-“

“Then I suggest you back off, Freak.” He punctuated the sentence with a shove to Eddie’s leather clad shoulder. But Eddie didn’t flinch. He barely budged. His eyes grew wild and dark. You’d never seen him like this. His nostrils flared and jaw clenched. Andy stepped closer and puffed his chest as if trying to instigate a reaction. You looked down and saw Eddie’s ringed hand curling into a tight fist. He was volatile. You felt like he could take him honestly, but one swing and Eddie would be jumped. Andy would definitely have backup nearby. You weakly placed your hand over his fist.

“Eddie, don’t.”

“Get your jacket. I’m taking you home.” You didn’t protest. He continued staring daggers into Andy, refusing to break eye contact.

“You really leaving with this guy, y/n?”

You ignored the question, allowing Eddie to drape your jacket over your exposed shoulders, eyes still locked on Andy. You’d never seen him look so intense or intimidating. It was kinda scary. Andy shook his head in disbelief. Munson had swooped in and stole you right out of his hands. “Whatever.” He huffed. Surprisingly, he let it go and skulked away. It was a relief. Things could’ve gotten messy. As you tried to walk away with your friend, you struggled to keep even footing. Why was it suddenly so hard to walk like a normal person? You nearly tripped over your own feet.

“I got you.” His voice was almost a whisper. He leaned down to drape your arm over his shoulder, his other arm around your waist. Maybe it was because he was familiar or maybe you could feel the difference of intentions, but his touch felt way more comfortable than Andy’s. You could smell his cologne mixed with the smoke of his last cigarette. Weirdly pleasant. “Let’s get you the hell out of here.” You leaned into your friend, the leather of his jacket sticking to your cheek. With closed eyes, you let him guide you back to the van.

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For a while you drove in silence. You thought maybe he was pissed at you. Every so often you could feel him look at you, but you were too embarrassed to meet his eyes. You imagined the looks he gave you would either rack you with guilt or tear through you like paper. Such an idiot. The alcohol in your system felt amplified in the dark of the van. The road ahead you felt winding and barely recognizable.

“…You okay?” He finally spoke.

“Myeah, I’m fine. Woozy is’all.” You spoke quietly to conserve what energy you felt you had left. The silence overtook the two of you again. You could feel there was something else he wanted to ask, but he almost seemed afraid to.

“…..he didn't….he didn’t like-“ Eddie bit at his thumb and nervously shifted his focus between the road and you.

“No…no, that was as far as it went.” You looked down at the wrinkle on your dress. You wondered what might’ve happened if Eddie hadn’t have shown up when he did. “But I’m glad you were there.”

The air felt heavy with a tension you may have even struggled to grasp while sober. “You were that mad at me?” Eddie’s eyebrows pinched together as he spoke.

“I just wanted to prove you wrong. But I guess I fucked up. Probably ruined your night.”

”Ruined my night? Are you kidding? I got to crash Jason Carver’s house party and leave with the hottest girl there.” His toned lifted to it’s natural state, clearing away some of the edge you felt. He couldn’t have meant that. You smirked and rolled your eyes. “….you do look nice though.” His face softened as he eyed you up and down in your party dress. He had never seen you in something like that. His gaze lingered momentarily on the hem of the skirt, slightly raised and resting against your skin. It wasn’t a hungry look in his eyes. Still, he quickly pulled the back up to the road as if he was committing sin. “So is this a new look for you?”

“No. After tonight it returns to the back of the closet.” You preferred your jeans and T-shirts. “So…where are we going exactly?”

“Um, I’m taking you back home?”

“Nononono. I can’t do that. I told my parents I was staying with a friend. My dad has a nose like a bloodhound, okay. If-If he catches me sneaking back in, he’ll know right away. I-I can’t.” You we’re in full protest of the idea.

“Well is there somewhere else you can go?”

You thought about his question for a second. The first thing that came to your mind was Maddy. You always thought you’d be attending your first big party together. The two of you crashing at her place afterward. “No.” You admitted, voice sullen and small.

It didn’t go unnoticed. Eddie may not have known the nature of it, but he knew the word was laden. “Tell you what, I gotta stop of for gas. It was a bit of an adventure finding your ass tonight.” He grinned, begrudgingly. “I’ll run in, grab you something to sober you up a little then you can come stay with me. You can take the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor. And as soon as you wake up, I’ll run you back home. ‘Kay?” He’d really do all that? It seemed like such a grand gesture, but he was so casual about it. He was probably still feeling guilty about what happened in the woods.

All at once the heat radiating from the vents changed from pleasant to smothering and sickening.

“Eh-Eddie I don’t feel-“ A slight tremble at the end. His head snapped to you so quick he could’ve got whiplash. The color completely drained from your face. He looked at you in horror. He knew what was coming.

“JESUS CHRIST! Don’t you do it, y/n! DON’T!” He frantically bounced in his seat. The van bounced with him adding to the queasy, fun-house effect stationed on your insides. “D-D-D UHHHH” he stammered. “DOWN! ROLL THE WINDOW DOWN OR SOMETHING! I am NOT cleaning up after you!”

You clumsily grabbed the window crank on the side of the door. Just as quickly as you let the window down, you shoved your head out. The chilly fall air filled your nose and eased you back from the verge of sweat. The feeling in your stomach slowly began to subside. You breathed in the relief. It smelled of wet leaves and asphalt. You took a moment to appreciate it. Beyond the sound of wind fluttering past your ears, you could hear music. Eye’s Without A Face by Billy Idol. It played with Eddie inside the van. A bubbly smile found it’s way to you. Maybe it was the alcohol, but life seemed to lose all its heaviness in that moment. You were carefree. Is this what Eddie was trying to get through to you? He watched you from the corner of his eye, smiling to yourself. Hair blowing in the breeze, singing into the wind. The corners of his mouth curling into a proud smile. He sang along with you.

‘I’m thinking of you. You’re out there, so say your prayers’

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson imagines #w

[enmuswife3]

Genshin men crushing on you bc I say so

Characters involved: Diluc, Kaeya Venti, Childe, Zhongli, Thoma, Ayato, Itto, Gorou, Xiao, Kazuha, Albedo

Gender: not specified implied smut if you squint at Kaeyas

Diluc

Diluc? Crushing on someone? HA that will never happen….or will it?

At first diluc didn’t know that he had a crush on you until Adeline knocked some sense into him

A blushing MESS around u

If you a drunkie like his brother and venti he’ll tolerate you and maybe take you home if you get too tipsy

One time you were strolling through Mondstat at night when some one came up behind you and tried to steal some of your money

Luckily! The Dark Night Hero was there to save you! And that’s how you became one of the people that knew the Hero’s identity

It went a little like this

It was around 8pm when I finally finished my duties for the day. I put on my jacket and walked home I lived in a small village outside of Mondstat. I was walking along the walls when suddenly someone grabbed my wrist and slammed me against the brick wall. “Give me all of your valuables!” The drunk man yelled as he put a knife up to my neck but before it could draw any blood a black ish redish figure swooped in and knocked the drunk man out. I turned to see who saved me I realized that it was diluc! “So your the Dark Night Hero everyone has been gossiping about!” I squealed “yea it’s me but are you okay? He didn’t hurt you did he?” Diluc said worriedly. “Ah I’m fine! But if you would excuse me I want to go home and crash on my comfy bed I’ll be on my way!” I said as I picked up my things to leave “w-wait! Let me walk you home- I insist!” He babbled “hehe okay<3”

Kaeya!

Smooth mf

Flirts and teases you every chance he gets

But what made him fall for you even harder is when you would come back with even FLIRTIER COMMENTS AND WOULD TEASE HIM EVEN MORE

“Hey y/n has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” “No, has anyone ever told you how hot you are?”

The knight was to stunned to speak

Y’all end up hooking up sometime and when he first had a taste of you he was Fr addicted

🐱 put a spell on him he in a trance- Flo Millie

Drunk buddies!

You always end up paying for the 15 million drinks he had

He drunkly confessed his feelings for you while you were walking him home

It went like this

“Alright I’ll take him off your hands Master Diluc!” You said as you put Kaeya’s arm over your shoulder. “Please do” diluc sighed I chuckled and left the tavern we began walking down an alleyway when Kaeya suddenly stopped walking. “You okay Kae?” I asked worriedly then all of a sudden he pinned me to the brick wall and kissed me. When he broke the kiss he nuzzled into my neck and said “Archons I love you so much I’ve always have” “aww I love you too Kae” as we continued to walk to his house. By the time we got back he was dizzy and drunk off your kisses. “Stay……please?” He said as he looked up with his beautiful eyes “okay” I said as I kissed his forehead. <3

Venti

DRUNK BUDDIES

He would annoy you so much

But you’ll tolerate it

Follows you around it’s either just walking with you or stalking

He has to keep you away from mfs tryna confess their undying love for you

Prolly makes the wind push you towards his direction

Imagine your at good hunter tryna order a fisherman’s toast and next thing you know there a whole ass tornado pushing you away from Sara

“Welcome to Good Hunter! What can I get for you?” “Ah yes I would like one fisherman’s toast and a lemon water please” “alright that will be 300 mora” “okay! Let me just get my wallet- AAAAA”

Then you fall in Venti’s arms “oh! Hello y/n it seems that you have fallen for me~ ehe!” And your still in shockl cause a literal tornado snatched you off the ground

He also confessed while he was drunk at your house when you tried to get up

It went a lil like this

“Ven you shouldn’t be drinking this much! It’s bad for your health” I sighed as Venti slumped into my lap “ehe~ but if it gets me to position right now then I wouldn’t mind~” he burped. “Move so I can get up” I said as I shifted but Venti wouldn’t budge “Venti get up!” “No! I love you! Don’t leave me!” He wailed. Then you two just sat in awkward silence <3

Let’s be honest the only reason why you with him is because he needs a sparing buddy

So you guys would spar in the woods somewhere idk

Maybe at the golden house

But when you did a burst that he’s never seen before he took interest in you and kept you around

FEELINGS ARE DEVELOPING

FAMILY MAN

he realized that he was in love when you smiled at the little children and agreed to play with them

THE WAY YOU SMILE AT THE GROUND IT AINT HARD TO TELL YOU DONT KNOW OH OOH YOU DONT KNOW YOUR BEAUTIFUL - One Direction

I feel like he confessed accidentally while the two of you were sparing

Like you just look so hot fighting how can he NOT?

It went sum like this

“Heh your strong but not strong enough y/n!” The Harbinger chuckled “we’ll see about that!” I said as I got in my stance. I let attack me first obviously then I sliced his arm and caught him off guard and easily defeated him. “Damn that was kinda hot” he sight when he saw that my eyes widened he face turned red. “Uhm- did I say that out loud” he stuttered “yea” I said as I blushed “I guess the cats out of the bag!” He laughed

Zhongli

I’m writing him as a rich person idc what y’all say

Spoils you so damn much with fine jewelry and designer clothes

Takes you on nice dates n shii

“Here y/n a fur coat” “mister zhongli it’s the summer-“

Makes you tea and tells you stories

What made him intrigued by you was when you could remember every thing he told you about the past and you would even make little jokes with them and you both would laugh

It’s like an inside joke

You both jumped Childe when he summoned Osial (or whatever tf that water demons name is)

He does a more formal confession

Like he sits you down to drink some tea and eat some kind of sweet he made

He would butter you up with compliments but not to the point where you would suspect anything

Here’s how it went

“Y/n care to join me for some tea and sweets?” Zhongli said as he flashed a light smile “sure!” You pipe up and sit down beside him. You hours are on the tall like piece of rock with like a chair n stuff with a small table. “You look beautiful in that dress y/n” he smiled “thank you!” I blushed “can I tell you something?” “Of course you can tell me anything”. “Well I love you and l have for a long time now” zhongli said nervously he turned to look at you and started stuttering “it’s okay- if you- uhm- you know-“ then you cut him off with a kiss and he happily kissed back.

Thoma

Cooks and cleans for you

He so sweet omg

If you haven’t wifed him up already then what the actual fuck are you doing

U must be stupid

Are you stupid?

Yea your stupid

wife material tbh

He’s so sweet omg wait- did I say that twice? Idgaf he IS sweet😡

What made him fall for you was your ambition. The way that you were so devoted and loyal made him weak in the knees

He confessed out of fear because he thought you were gonna die or sum by the shogun

OH GIRL ITS YOUUUUUUU THAT U LIE WITHHHH AS THE ATTOM BOMB LOCKS IMNN OH GIRL ITS YOUUUUU I WATCH TV WITHHHH AS THE WORLDDDD CAVESSS INN-

Here’s how it went ig

“Thoma! We aren’t strong enough!” I yelled he looked over at me as his eyes widened but then I noticed the shogun teleport behind him getting ready to slice him! I quickly stand in between them and take the hit and fall to the ground “Ah m’ fine! I can s-still fight her ngh” I stuttered “you clearly aren’t come on I’ll take you back to the tea house” “No! I can fight let me get up-“ “listen I love you and you aren’t dying on me okay now cmon!” You went silent and followed his orders

You probably already knew he had a crush on you

Why?

THE MF LITERALLY RUNS AWAY FROM HIS DUTIES TO BE WITH YOU

mf has 20 stacks of paperwork 30 missed meetings and one disappointed sister LMAOO

buys you expensive shit just like zhongli

“Ayato it’s literally winter I don’t need a swimsuit” “who said it was for swimming?😏”

Mf Fr just bought you some lingerie

HE AINT SLICK

y’all are just fuck buddies atp

He confessed while y’all were making out while you had lingerie on that matched his color scheme

He Fr was weak in his knees when he saw you

Here’s how it went

“God your ethereal” he said as he kissed you “all for me~” you whimpered at his praises. It was dark outside and there were candles around the house so he must’ve known that you were coming literally. (lmaoo) “archons I love you so much” he moaned in my mouth “r-really!?!” I squeaked “of course berry I’ve always have” you nuzzled into his neck as he carried you into the bedroom and he plopped you on the bed.

Arataki Itto

Writing him as a not rich but has money man

Annoying asf but you tolerate him cause your used to it

Buys you little things cause he has bills to pay

You cheer him on when he’s in a fight beetle or fist fight

He loves you sm he can’t even put it into words

Kinda stupid

It’s giving himbo energy tbh

He didn’t even confess he just kissed you after winning a beetle fight

Went sum like this

“You can do it Itto!” You yelled and not even a second after saying that itto’s beetle pushed the other off the the little rock. The Oni jumped with joy and then ran over to you and picked you up and smashed his lips onto yours and you happily kissed back. “How bout’ I treat you for dinner?”

Gorou!

The bestest boy

Give him head pats NEOW 

Clingy asf but it’s adorable

Tail wags every time he sees you

“Aww your tail is wagging!” “WHAT NO ITS NOT BYE”

Likes to sit next to you in literally any occasion

Even if it’s on the damn floor he will plop down right beside you

Commander your supposed to be giving us a speech”

Kokomi confessed for him

He literally couldn’t do it poor bby would just get flustered every time

“Excuse me miss my friend over there likes you” *points to gorou* and he’s just starting in like a creepy way as his tail wags “Unt unt what’s wrong with him?” LMAOO

“Ms.Y/n could you turn your attention towards me please?” “Ah yes what can I do for you my lady?” “I just wanted you to know that gorou likes you~” “Ah I suspected something thank you for telling me” “my pleasure now if you excuse me I have some business to attend to”. I looked around in search of the commander but I couldn’t see him anywhere so I walked towards his quarters and found him sitting on a stool with his cute tail wagging rapidly. “Gorou” I said as he flinched “o-oh i- hi y/n I guess kokomi told you h-huh” “yea she did” I smiled “it’s okey if you don’t like me back I just wanted to got it off my-“. You kissed him ”chest” he breathed looking at you oh so lovingly “I like you too gorou”

Xiao

AWOOGA

I’m sorry he’s so fine I can’t 🧎🏽‍♀️

I’m on ALL FOURS FOR HIM

He didn’t really notice your presence at first

But when he saw you he instantly remembered you from the archon war

You were trying to escape a rock the geo archon hurdled at you lucky he missed you by an inch and you made it out alive

Now you were undercover disguise as a mere mortal

You kept your distance from him afraid that he might decide to finish you off once and for all 

He wanted to speak with you but every time he came near you would scurry off to hide in your little cottage 

Now you would just stay in there and get your sibling to go get you food or groceries so you can stay inside and avoid xiao

He bumped into you at the lantern rite and confessed there

“Cmon n/n I want you to go to the lantern rite with me” “but I don’t want to!” “I don’t care what you want now put on something presentable and let’s go.” “Fine. But you better get me some food” and now your here sitting on top of a cliff with your sister eating expensive food. Your sister excuses herself because she had to go to the bathroom. Then you see a green flash of light and now the adeptus xiao is standing right in front of you. You squeak as he turns towards you “please don’t run away I-i’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused you”

DAM I HAVE TO DO KAZUHA’S AND ALBEDO’S SEPARATELY

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[noblest-roman-of-them-all]

From a Spaceship

"Poppy!" Janus cried and raced toward Remus who knelt to greet his child.

"Hey, gremlin. You okay?" He asked when Janus clung to his neck.

"You and Mama wanted me, right?" He questioned almost desperately. "You don't think I'm ugly and you love me and nobody made you take me right? Because you wanted me, right? And Logan really is my mom, right?"

Remus eyes went wide. "Of course Logan's your mom and of course we wanted you, Jan-"

Janus let go of Remus and swung around to a classmate. "Told you so, you little-"

Remus quickly covered Janus's mouth. "Don't lick me. Mom is already talking to your teacher in the hall. Let's not add to the charges, okay?"

Janus gave a hard scowled, but nodded anyway, and Remus removed his hand.

Remus glanced up. "He learned to swear listening to Hamilton with my brother," he explained to the teacher assistant who was monitoring the handful of students left.

The young woman stiffled a snicker. "Virgil told me the same with after Patton, achem, used an old fashioned term for illegitimate child."

"I just want it on record that it wasn't me this time."

"I'll note it down," she chuckled.

Logan, another parent, and the teacher came into the room after that.

"Mama!"

Logan bent and easily lifted Janus to his hip, kissing his cheek as he did so. "Let's go home."

---

"Daddy, am I in trouble?" Janus asked as Logan helped him from the car.

"No, pumpkin, I think that happened enough at school. You're teacher told me what happened, but I'd like for you to tell me and Poppy what happened so we know your side of the story, if you feel ready for that."

Janus nodded and held Logan's hand tightly as they made their way to their apartment.

"Are you sure I'm not in trouble?" Janus asked again as Remus locked the door behind the little family.

Logan reached out in an offered hug and picked Janus up when he reached back. "I absolutely promise that you are not in trouble, Janus. I just want you to tell me what happened one: because Mrs. Johnson said you were very upset and two: because you deserve to be heard and deserve to tell your side of the story." He sat on the couch with Janus on his lap and Remus sat beside him.

"I was at the art table for free choice," Janus started, "and I didn't know what to draw so I asked Ms. Emily for ideas and she said I could draw a family picture. So I did. But she had to go to blocks. Then Robby saw my picture and he asked why I didn't have a mommy. I told him I did cause Logan is my mommy. But he said that mommies are supposed to be girls and I just had daddies and that means I was adopted and he said that my real mommy prolly didn't want me cause I'm ugly and she just wanted to get rid of me and people only get adopted cause they make them be adopted not cause new parents want them. Then I punched him and pushed him out of his chair cause he made me angry sad and I was crying."

"I woulda punched him too!" Remus exclaimed after a moment of stunned silence, earning him a glare from his husband.

"I understand that you were upset, I imagine it hurt your feelings to be told that," Logan spoke softly to his child. "You're still not in trouble, Janus, but I think it would help if later we come up with ideas of different things to do when you feel bad. Right now, I want you to know that nobody made us take you. We adopted you because we wanted you and we love you very much."

"And you are definitely not ugly," Remus added, lightly thumbing the edge of the birthmark splattered over Janus's left eye and part of his cheek.

"Does that mean I did have a different mommy before?"

Logan sighed and planted a kiss on the top of Janus’s head. "Yes, starlight."

"How come she didn't wanna keep me?" Janus asked, close to tears again.

"It's not as simple as what she did or didn't want, Janus," Logan started to explain, his voice shaking as he did so.

"Then how come I had to be adopted?"

"C'mere, goblin." Remus held out his arms. "I think Mama needs a break."

"Did I make him sad?" Janus asked as Remus stood and lifted him from Logan's arms.

"No, sweetheart, it's not your fault," Logan answered, trying to keep his composure a little longer. "Poppy's right, I just need a little break."

Remus kissed Logan's head, and held onto Janus as he leaned over to the same, then carried the tot to his room.

Remus gently tossed Janus onto the bed then sat on the floor. Janus giggled as he bounced then clambered over to sit near Remus.

"Did I really not make Mama sad?" Janus asked once he'd settled.

"Your mom is a little sad, but it's not your fault, okay?"

"But he only got said when I asked about my other mom," Janus pointed out.

Remus nodded. "That's true, but it's-" he sighed. "Okay, here's the deal. When we go out there, and if anyone else asks. Your mom and I wished for you on a falling star and after we made our wish the star got brighter and brighter till it crashed into the ground right in our backyard. And when we went to go look at it, it was a spaceship! And you crawled out of the spaceship just like Stitch did and we adopted you just like Lilo did. Okay?"

Janus nodded seriously.

"Now, it's true we adopted you, because just like Lilo we loved you very much and we wanted you. But you know how Uncle Ro is my brother right? And he adopted Patton and that makes him Patton's daddy, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, your mom had a sister. And she had a baby. And that baby was you. And she loved you. She loved you so much, Jan. But she got really, really sick and she couldn't take care of you by herself anymore. So Logan and I adopted you and then Logan became your mom and now I'm your poppy."

Janus frowned thoughtfully. "Does it make him sad that I call him Mom if my other mommy was his sister?"

"I can promise you, it makes him very happy for you call him mom," Remus assured.

"Did she get too sick like great gramma?" Janus asked quietly and Remus sighed.

"Yeah, she did."

Janus nodded a slight pinch to his brow. "Is it bad I don't remember her?"

"No, baby. You were really, really little when it happened. It's okay to feel sad that you don't remember her, though, and it's okay for you to express that. Or you might even feel angry about it sometimes and that's okay too. If you need someone to talk to your mom and I are always here for you."

Janus squinted at his poppy. "You're gonna tell him I didn't really come out of a spaceship, huh?"

Remus chuckled. "Yes, I'm going to tell him that I told you the truth. But not yet. He still needs a little time and that's okay."

"Can I tell him that you call me gremlin cause I came out a spaceship like Stitch?"

Remus broke into a grin. "I like the way you think, kid. That's a very clever idea. Here's the plan. I'm gonna go check on Mama and see how he's doing. You play in here for a little while and when we come to check on you, you can tell him the reason I call you goblin and gremlin is because of the spaceship thing. Deal?"

"Deal!" Janus shook the out stretched hand.

Remus tousled Janus's hair as he came to his feet. "I'll see you in few minutes, goblin."

---

"How's Janus?" Logan croaked, quickly swiping at his cheeks when Remus re-entered the living room.

"Janus is fine," he answered. He slid onto the couch and enveloped Logan in a firm embrace in one fluid movement. Logan buried his face in Remus's shoulder and gripped fistfuls of his shirt. With practiced ease Remus carefully lifted Logan's glasses from his face and set them aside, then leaned back against the arm of the couch, pulling Logan against him and holding him tightly. Logan let out a shuddering gasp as he fought to keep him composure.

"Don't do this, babe," Remus whispered. "Don't bottle it up. It's just me, my love, let it out. It's safe to now."

And Logan did so, quietly crying into his husband's shoulder as Remus held him steady breathing in a even rhythm he was able to match after several minutes had passed. Several more passed before Remus kissed his head.

"You good?"

Logan nodded and sat. "Yes. Thank you."

Remus held the back of his head and kissed his jaw then his cheek then his temple and Logan smiled.

"We should check on Janus," he said and slipped his glasses back on.

"Go wash your face first," Remus advised, thumbing away some of the moisture from his cheek and resisting the urge to kiss him again.

He failed and gently tugged Logan close and kissed just above his temple.

Logan laughed softly. "Are you going to let me?"

"Maybe not," Remus murmured, leaning his forehead against Logan's head. He gently pushed forward, kissing the corner of his jaw.

Logan closed his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy the moment and the comfort of Remus's presence.

"Remus." He touched the hand that cupped his cheek and gently pulled it away. Remus sighed but sat back. "Janus will probably need help with his homework."

Remus nodded. "He shouldnt even be getting homework," he grumbled. "Poor little dude's only six."

Logan chuckled. "I agree. But that's why we help with it. Do you want spelling or math?"

"I suck at both of those," Remus complain and followed Logan to the bathroom. "We want the kid to pass. How about I cook dinner and you get homework duty?" He passed Logan a towel to dry his face with after he'd spashed some cool water against his skin and waited patiently for Logan to dry his face before offering his rebuttal.

"There has to be at least one vegetable as part of the meal."

"Counter offer: there's fruit."

"Pineapple on pizza does not count."

"Why not?"

"Because it's gross, darling."

"Okay, alternate counter point. We still eat pizza, but it's pepperoni and we have fruit salad as dessert."

"Fine, but no whipped cream."

"Whaddaya mean no whipped cream?!" Remus demanded playfully.

"I mean, you and Janus are both lactose intolerant! He's had a hard enough day without adding a stomach ache onto it at the end."

Remus groaned dramatically, drawing more laughter from Logan. "You just want me to suffer!" He punctuated the last word by dropping his head on Logan's shoulder with a pout.

"Alright, how about this," Logan slipped his arms over Remus's shoulders. "I'll take homework, you take dinner, and I'll make the homemade caramel sauce you like so much and we can have caramel apples slices for desert."

"I guess!" Remus complained and lifted his head. He grinned cheekily and stole one last kiss. "C'mon, let's go check on the gremlin."

---

Janus ran at Logan when his door opened. "Mama!"

Logan knelt to catch the tot and hugged him tightly.

"Are you still sad?"

"No, I'm okay now. Poppy sat with me and let me be sad for a little while and I'm feeling better now. Are you okay?"

Janus nodded. "Poppy told me everything."

Logan tried to conceal the alarm that flared in his chest. "He did?"

"Mhm," Janus nodded. "He told me aaalll about the spaceship I crawled out of and that's why he calls me gremlin."

Logan blinked and let out a long sigh.

"I'm sorry my space ship almost crashed the house and got you kicked out of the apartment."

"Whoa! I didn't say that!" Remus objected.

Logan shook his head. This was a problem for a different day. "Why don't we just get started on your homework?" He suggested.

"Okaaaay," Janus complained dramatically. Logan snickered, he was so much like his poppy.

#sanders sides #sanders sides au #remus sanders #logan sanders #janus sanders #intrulogical #familial lociet #familial demus #silly parent aus #my writing

[barry-j-blupjeans]

📖

(Book)

time 👏 travel 👏 au

i have. so many ways i imagine this i cannot possibly fit all of them on this one ask sldkfjsdf so i will go off on a Specific way i think about it, which is as followed:

new cycle! cycle [insert number here, prolly early 40's]. the exit from the last planar system into this one is Extremely Rocky and Weird. last cycle had some fucked up things with time anyway- it was hard to tell when days started and ended and it seemed like the world would occasionally Pause and then rewind itself, plants growing smaller, people getting younger. sometimes it went forward very fast as well. either way, it was a mess.

so they get to this new cycle and they're like. huh! this one looks a *lot* like home. like a weird amount like home, to the point where they actually attempt to look for where the ipre base Would Be. when they don't find it (it's a fantasy costco, surprise), they decide to settle in a clearing in a forest near a city and just like,, try to figure it out from there.

things go normally for a while. the air is fine to breath, nothing seems super dangerous to eat or touch near the ship. they branch out a bit to the nearby city, which is (checks notes) Neverwinter. n while Neverwinter seems fine from the outside, when they Enter everyone is just like. wearing a red robe. like almost everyone.

and it's creepy, right?? like imagine u went to a place and everyone was dressed the Exact Same as you were. that's weird and unsettling. even more unsettling is that ppl seem to be some staring at them (more than usual on a new plane). and not like a "who the fuck are you" stare, like a "I Know You" stare.

as they (awkwardly) get deeper into neverwinter, they discover a celebration is going on this week. they ask someone (somewhat you, probably) "what celebration?" the Day of Story and Song, ofc ofc. and they're like. ah. yes. i know what that is [lie]. but, uhhhh, remind me. so i know we're on the same page.

and the person they're talking to is like "oh, it's the day the Hunger was defeated :D!"

and they're like. "huh."

and the person is like "yeah, the seven birds defeated the hunger 20 years ago this week :D!" and gives them like, a list of events happening. several of those events are Speeches. and *one* of the speakers is Merle Highchurch (bc he and lord artemis sterling are sort of buds at the end of balance, just roll with it).

and they're like. "huh."

they prolly do some research and stuff and just try to like,, stay low. but it's very hard when it turns out almost everyone in existence knows your name and face. eventually, we get to the Merle Speech and we all know how that is (awkward and bad but heartfelt bc it's merle).

and there's a Lot of ppl who want to talk to merle after. n i think if it had been anyone else, they probably would have been turned away, but again, it's merle and he's nice and tries to meet everyone. and he sees them and is like "hey nice cosplay :D is that the right word??"

and they have be like. merle. merle, no, it's actually us, something here is fucked up.

that is where the Vision ends lsdkfsd. imagine ur own ending! bc i sure as fuck don't know one! i have to many beginnings to get an ending sldkfds

#i am speaking #idea ask game #asks #acestars #ise cube answers

[tr0ubl3d-tr4n53nd3r]

i dont really know much about american girl dolls but i think theyre really cool! do you think you could tell me about your favorite one?

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! YES YES YESSSSSSS! IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS AGHHHHHHHHH OMG OMG OMG.

Okay um... I didn't just do that. Fr fr. No I'm cool.

Okay... who do I infodump about? I read Caroline Abbott, cécile Ray, and Marie Grace Gardener's books growing up, but I own Kit and Maryellen.

I think imma go with Kit Kittridge, from 1930's Cincinnati, Ohio

OKAY SO. I NEVER READ ANY BOOKS PAST MEET SO I REALLY DONT KNOW TOO MUCH BUT I WATCHED THE MOVIE SO...

her meet outfit looks like this

"Shes (not) a faking lying blone schemer and her name isn't Kit... ITS MARGRET"

Had to throw a total drama reference in there, but it's true. Her real name is Margaret Mildred Kittridge. She was named after her mom and like... grandma, but like she wasn't her grandma? Idk it's hard to explain. I know what I mean so I guess it works. She got the name Kit because when she was a kid her father sang this song that went like "pack up your troubles in your old kit bag" and kit loved it so she would always say "dad! Sing the Kit song!" And the name stuck. (The song is a bop and I obsessively listened to it last year when I first heard the actual song.)

Idk if you want to listen to it it's there. I did research on it but that's a whole separate thing. Also yes it does use the f slur. It was regarding cigarettes (damn British people)

Okay... storyline (I remember the movie more. I only read the beforever book too so my memory of the actual story is a bit tainted. And because the beforever books are honestly horrible because they cut out legitimately the entire story to make it shorter, I will be referring to the movie.)

So the movie starts out with kit going to her brother Charlie's place of work to turn in a newspaper she wrote herself (he works at the Cincinnati News thingy. Idk I don't read the news.) In the book he is living at home about to leave for uni, and he doesn't go because they are too poor. So this guy is like "hey this is a giant company... we can't take ur newspaper sorry" and she goes home.

When she gets there there are two hobos who need a job for some food and she brings them to her mom so they can get some. Tbh I can't remember their names. One is this like... tall white boy, and the other is a child. He isn't white. He's prolly black but idk. The mom, Margret is hanging out with Judgy socialites and she is nice but the others are not. One of them makes a comment about how it's disgusting how they don't have a place to live (keep her in mind she is important later.) Then her and three other girls go into a treehouse together and take an oath of allegiance to the treehouse club. It's basically about women who did great things like Amelia Earheart. In it is her best friend Ruth-Ann "Ruthie" Smithens, and two other girls. They are sisters and live across the street.

Unfortunately in the middle of the oath the look outside to see the girls mom weeping outside the house, and all of their furniture being moved out. A foreclosure sign was being nailed into their front yard. Both girls ledt to never be seen again. Seriously where did they go? Anyway this didn't really affect our unvothered queen Kit and she decided to write a newspaper article about it for her father to read. (In the book he came home in a car, in the movie he walked. Idk why tbh.) It deeply bothered him and he had a sad demeaner

Nothing really happens for a bit if I remember right, until she goes on a little trip to the store or something and she sees a little dog with a sign that says "name is grace. Can't feed anymore" and she begs her mom to get her. She reluctantly says yes and suddenly a man runs by with a stolen wallet. He has a parrot tattoo. Remember that for later too.

That night her snobby rich uncle came over and raged over the fact they adopted a dog and nothing else really happened. He has more importance in the books I think.

Anyway. Remember that socialite from earlier? Yeah. She becomes homeless. Karma. Margret, who felt they were doing fine invited her to live with them, and she did. She moved in with her son whatsitsface or whatever. Idk he's not #girlpower or whatever. He is girlypop. Defo fr. Anyway in the book he's like "frail" or whatever and kit hates him for it. So not slay kit. Be nice to him (I just rememyhis name was Stirling.)

Anyway her dad comes home from work and is concerned about the fact they moved in and then kit goes to school. There is a bully and Stirling essentially tar and feathered him (kits school outfit ft. Maryellen because this is the only one I took btw)

Anyway so basically they're taking a field trip to the food kitchen to help the less fortunate and kit sees her dad and throws a hissy fit saying she hates her dad or something. In the book he just sold the car and that's what set her off. He went to Chicago or something and she got so mad and typed on the typewriter about how stupid Chicago was and money and how she hated her dad, then scrapped the letter and wrote about how cool the boarders she took in were. Yes boarders. The ones in the book seem lame. It was like a few teachers and a doctor or something idk. In the movie tho, a dancer, a librarian, a magician, then of course Stirling and his mom.

Nothing really happens for a while excepy that those two hobos have been working for them still and Margret gives them the dad's old boots. That's important to know.

Kit goes to the hobo camp with Stirling, Ruthie, and the two hobos and she writes a newspaper about it. She tries to get this one published but fails again.

Then she goes home and her family and all boarders put their values into a box and hid it in the house because Ruthies dad (a rich banker who keeps none of his money in the bank) was robbed. Actually it was robbed by some guy... no someone they know. They had kits dad's shoes. YES JT WAS THE HOBOS. but they wouldn't do that... would they? No... because the culprit has a parrot tattoo and neither had that!!!

So basically they were framed... but by who?

No time to figure it out because the kitties were robbed and their house was foreclosed. They had only a little bit to move out, but until that one of the boarders' cousins moved in. Kit saw that he had a tattoo and investigated his room while they were gone. She found EVERYTHING that was stolen, and chased them down. They found her Ruthie and Stirling and they got into this epic chase. Because they could read hobo they figured out which way the camp was and switched the sign backwards. The hobos knew them, and liked them, so they hid them when the people came (the magician, his cousin, and the librarian oddly enough) and they threatened the hobos. Basically the popo caught them or something and the other hobos were released (oh yeah I forgot to mention the short one ended up being trans omg)

Kit won her family a cash reward because it turned out they were like major criminals, then she wrote a newspaper article, got it published, and got like 3k in modern day money from it. They were saved.

Thanksgiving day came up and it was pretty normal, except now there were boarders. Then the door rings. Kit jumps up thinking it's her dad and it ends up being every single hobo from camp bringing a different kind of hobo food. Also the trans one learned to read thats like a whole sub plot I forgot to mention. She reads in front of the whole group of people and everyone is happy, except for kit. She misses dad. All of a sudden in the isolating quiet of such a loud place she looks outside and sees a figure. HER DAD.

Anyway that was basically it tbh but here are some other outfits I have

#anon you just made my year tbh. #Kit J #kit kittridge #american girl #Lesbian icon

[maggatron]

Get to Know Me

Name: Maggie // Маги

Age: As of writing this, I'm 24 years old.

City that you live in: Burgas, Bulgaria // Бургас, България

Hobbies: Game devving in Unreal Engine 5, 3D modeling, writing, reading.

What are your passions? Game devving in Unreal Engine, 3D modeling.

What do you search for in a significant other? Not actively searching. I'm spoken for, ladies ;3

Have you ever collected anything? What was it? When I was younger, I used to collect Hot Topic pins. Like the kind that you hook onto hats and jackets.

List 5 things off of your bucket list. - Visit Japan - Cosplay as my DnD character - Visit the Eyes of God (Prohodna Cave // Пещера "Проходна") in Karlukovo, Bulgaria - Help my fiancé make a DnD character for himself, so I can write stories of mine and his going on sweet quests and stuff - Meet Markiplier and/or Jacksepticeye someday.

What was the last thing you learned? Just earlier today, I learned how to properly export a Metahuman (3D model of a human) from Unreal Engine into Blender. I'm gonna make some fun stuff >w>

How many relationships have you been in? That's classified.

Favorite food Yellow apples // Жълти ябълки

Favorite drink Peach juice // Сок от праскова

Are you optimistic or pessimistic? I like to think of myself as optimistic, but considering how much I know I complain without really even meaning to, my fiancé would prolly say I'm leaning more toward being a pessimist.

What is the most expensive thing you own? I think my computer, the total sum of all the parts I've used to upgrade it over time.

What is the cheapest yet most useful thing you own? My fidget cubes. They help with my ADHD when my mind gets to be too much.

How many times a day on average do you check your phone? Not as often as I should.

Text or call? I... don't actually own a phone with an active sim card, so I'm kinda stuck texting for now. But I prefer calling.

Opinion on long distance? Not sure what there is to say tbh. I mean, my family in America, I miss them a lot. But I'm glad I can still (video)call them on Facebook. Time difference is a constant struggle tho ^^'

Favorite song? Currently, it's 'Hey, Mario' by Patent Pending. It's in my playlist on Tumblr blog, if you're curious what it sounds like. It's a good song.

Celebrity crush/crushes? Garrett Hedlund, Cara Delevingne, Sebastian Stan.

Favorite flower? Lily. I've always loved lilies. People always assume that my favorite flower must be the magnolia blossom (because my name), but nope.

What is the best gift you could receive right now? A new phone with a working sim card.

Any guilty pleasures? Mac and Cheese. Hear me out... Ever since I was younger, mac and cheese was always my comfort food. I'm talkin' homemade cheese sauce with the cartoon-level stretch. The way my fiancé makes it, the cheese is so stringy and gooey, I just mmmmmm

How many times have you said "I love you" in the past month? Prolly way too many, but my fiancé is literally the best thing to ever happen to me, so I mean it every time.

Where did you last go other than your room/home? I went to a little town called Vetren with my fiancé. We visited some family, had some pizza, stayed overnight, had a good time. It was fun. I'll miss them.

How many green shirts do you own? I think just one, and it's my long-sleeved sweatshirt/pullover that I mostly wear in the fall when it starts getting cold.

Do you like anime? Hell yes! I love anime! One Piece, Dragonball, Naruto, Boku no Hero, Black Clover, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Bakemonogatari, hell yeah!

What do you invest the most time in? Blender modeling on my computer. Shamefully, sometimes when I have my headphones on, I tend to lose myself in my work. I lose track of time really easily that way ^^'

Where are you most productive? On my computer.

Do you believe world peace will ever exist? I know it's possible, but it's entirely dependent on every human being on the planet agreeing and respecting each other.

Do you have any allergies? Mostly just seasonal allergies.

Do you consider yourself mature? I think I am, but I know sometimes I get overexcited about things, which makes me seem a little childish.

How many days in your life do you think you have wasted on tumblr? Dude, years ago, back in old yore of 2013~ish, I spent WAY too much time on Tumblr. I had a blog where I wrote/read fanfics on, but I think that particular blog has since been lost to time.

What do you think your soulmate is doing right now? I know what he's doing right now. He's at work in the city right now.

Do you have a job? No, but I wish I did.

How many all-nighters have you pulled before? No comment >w>

Is tumblr your favorite website? If not, then what is your favorite website? Reddit was my favorite website before the whole blow-up about the API. Now, all my feeds are dead/broken and Reddit as a whole feels... wounded. That's one of my reasons for returning to Tumblr, actually.

When was the last time you looked at the news? I choose not to keep track of the news. It tends to be pretty depressing, so...

If you could say one thing to the world, what would you say? Get over yourselves and love/respect each other equally.

What is your favorite animal? It used to be penguins. Now, it's frogs.

What time do you normally sleep? How many hours of sleep do you usually get? Lately, I've been getting to sleep at about 3am. I usually sleep for 7ish hours, which seems to be enough for me.

In the winter- beanies or gloves? Beanies.

Would you rather have wings or a fish tail? Wings.

If you had the power to erase one person from the world so that nobody remembered him or her except you, would you do it? Yes, I would erase my birth mom, for reasons I won't divulge here now...

How many digits of pi can you recite? 3.141759....? I think?

Describe yourself in one word. Emotional.

Describe your last victory. Does Fortnite count? ^^'

Have you ever broken a bone before? Nope.

Coffee or tea? Tea.

How many hours have you spend on tumblr today? Too many, already. It took me way too long just to get the code for my music player figured out xD

#get to know me #maggatron

[seamless-socks]

so knowing what i know about tumblr, i prolly missed an ass load of tags. if you see this and don't like… uh… sadness? death? more sadness? shitting on the old man in the sky (if he or she or whatever it could be even exists)? dying men who are a little bit irish and also texan somehow??? flee my friend!!! fleeeeee!!!

still here? too bad for you. this is unrefined, utterly. i wrote it at four am and merely reread it. once. please leave constructive criticism. i know it's not good, don't tell me for fuck's sake, not without some advice. i'll accept slander disguised as helpful tips but JUST BARELY AND YOU'RE ON THINNNNN FUCKING ICE PAL

I screamed at first. Flailed wildly, struggled to tear off my suit before Allen had stopped me. Shouted curses through my visor at the cold, unresponsive stars scattered throughout the black. Tear tracks ran down my face, little salty trails that had long dried. My strangled gasps had calmed down to even little sips of oxygen.

To be honest, I didn't much see the point. We were gonna die anyways. They'd left us behind. How the fuck could they have left us behind? How little did they care about us that the moment the first signs of danger appeared, they'd cut us off and disappeared? How were those the people I'd come to know over the past few months?

"Hey. Max." Allen. Shit, that guy couldn't let a man throw himself a pity fest in peace. Too good for this business, I always thought.

Allen and I were tied together at our waists using our severed o2 cords. It left our hands free and kept us from drifting out of range of one another. I'm pretty sure no one wants to die alone.

Don't look towards Eleanor.

I didn't look towards Eleanor.

"What," I snapped over my intercom with more bite than I'd intended. I immediately regretted it when Allen didn't reply, going silent except for the faint sounds of his breathing. Shit, shit, no, I didn't mean it--

"Got anyone special waiting for you back home?" His question was so surprising I couldn't help but let out an embarrassed laugh.

"Oh, fuck, no. Why, you interested, big boy?" I heard him inhale sharply, and I could just picture him stammering in my head. Wh-- huh, no-- I didn't-- I wasn't-- Max, now is not the time! Unfortunately for my own amusement, I didn't really feel like teasing Allen while we were waiting around for our respective imminent demises. "Aha, no, don't worry, just kidding with you." I sighed. "Tell you the truth, nah. If I had a man waiting for me, this is not the business I would have gone into. Only one waiting for me is my cute tabby cat, Arnold, but my asshole of a sister and I agree on one thing-- that girl deserves a good home. I'm not worried about her."

Allen chewed his lip. "I take it you and your sister aren't particularly close?"

I shrugged, trying to push the memories away. "Yeah, not really. Madds was… yeah, doesn't matter how we got like this, honestly, but there ain't much coming back from it." I gave a short, dry laugh. "Especially not now. What about you? Got someone I should know about so I can tease you in our last moments?"

"…" And I fucked up again. I was really good at that, it seemed, but hey, he'd asked first. Why ask if you didn't want it turned around on you?

"…Okay, promise me you won't laugh." Well, that got my eyebrows shooting skyward. Starward. What fuckin' ever.

"Not so sure how hard that'll be, but sure. I'll do my best."

He took a deep breath and then let it out explosively, causing the intercom to spaz out for a second. I winced at the white noise before it cleared up. "Alright, okay. Well, I'm not sure it counts, but… no, really, promise me you won't laugh."

"Cross my heart and hope to die." I started making an X over my heart but couldn't quite reach. Clumsy thing, spacesuits are. "…Eh, I'm with it in spirit. Seriously, though, I won't laugh. It'd be a real douche thing to do right now."

I couldn't see his face, but I swear he smiled. "Thanks. So there was this boy, right? Grade one, I walk up and ask him, do you wanna be friends? Just like that. And he just goes, sure! And that was that, we were friends. Kids are sweet like that, huh?" I grinned and nodded before remembering he couldn't see it. "So we hung out every day at school afterwards. I can't really remember what we did that first year, but it must've been fun, cuz when grade 2 rolled around, I was over the moon to see we were in the same class again. We talked at lunch breaks, and in class, when they let us. Holy shit, we talked so much. I don't think I've ever talked to anyone else in my life as much as I talked with him."

"What did you talk about?" I hummed, crossing my legs.

"Oh, things. It wasn't really important. Whatever caught our interest. What would you do if you had this power, what if you turned into a dinosaur, what's your favorite book, that sort of thing. We just went really in depth, like ridiculously in depth for a couple of… what, five year olds? But it was fun. Made me look forward to coming to school more than I already did."

"Aw, Allen, you were a teacher's pet?" I groaned mockingly. He laughed.

"Yeah, I guess that's what you'd call it. We both were. Quiet, liked to learn. Don't think the whole 'opposites attract' thing is true, to be honest. Third grade rolled around, and we both discovered that we loved to write stories. They were dumbass stories, but we were in third grade, what do you expect? We encouraged each other and I think my enthusiasm might have carried on to him, because later on, turned out he didn't really wanna write anymore. But that's not relevant right now. We made up this game where one of us would create a scenario and the other would pretend to be a character in the scenario, like writing a book in real time."

"Holy shit, Allen, you were a nerd even in third grade!? I mean, knowing you, yeah, but I thought that was more of a high schooler thing."

"Hey, I said no laughing! I know it was stupid."

"Sorry, sorry. You know I'm not serious. Just teasing and all. Sorry."

"…I don't mind, actually. Takes my mind off the… all this."

We both went quiet. I could feel the weight of the stars pressing in on me.

"…Anyways. Fourth, fifth, sixth, we got better at writing and critiqued each other's work. Made some comics together at the start of class, while the teachers were getting the other kids to calm down. Some of them I've still got at home, actually. Maybe I can show them t…."

…

"Ah. We kept playing that game, by the way. Had some real wild times, or as wild as you could get when it's all in your head. Looking back, he's the only person I really talked to those whole six years. Teachers liked me, sure, and I guess my classmates did, too, but all they remembered me for was being that slightly weird quiet kid who hung around his friend all the time. I think it fucked me up a bit when we went to different schools. I made some new friends, but it got a little exhausting keeping up those friendships, and I wasn't getting what I wanted out of them, so I just stopped talking to them. First year of high school rolled around, and when it was over, it really hit me. We hadn't talked in months. Hadn't met in a year. I didn't make any new friends. I don't see the point in talking about it now, but well. After that, I just drifted on through. Grades slipped. If I'd been better about keeping them up, maybe we'd never have met." Maybe he wouldn't be dying here with me, was what he was saying. "Ah, shit, sorry, that came out wrong--"

"Allen," I silenced him. "Don't worry. I get it. Keep going. Or don't, whatever you want."

He cleared his throat, and I couldn't help but notice his voice becoming a bit more warbley as he continued. "Shit. Well, it wasn't until grade twelve happened that I realized I wanted to die."

He stopped abruptly. Jesus fucking christ. That was… Jesus christ! I mean, now was as good a time as ever to spill your guts, but I'd never imagined Allen of all people…

"Fuuuuck, sorry. Shouldn't have told you that. That was rude."

"I don't mind. I think if it's helping you, it's good. Is it helping you?"

He sniffed. "Yeah."

"Okay. You can go on," I encouraged him softly. When did I get so calm and nurturing all of a sudden? Since your best mate admitted he wanted to kill himself, and hasn't told you it ever went away. Asshole.

"So I dropped out of school and became a cargo shipper. Kept drifting along, got caught smuggling goods with a shady crew, sentenced to shipping essential supplies through dangerous quadrants. You know how it went after. Things got better, I guess? And now… shit, now I don't wanna die, but if we get out of this mess, what the fuck am I gonna do with my life? Just keep drifting along? If my friend saw me now, he'd be a helluva lot more disappointed than I could handle. I miss him."

"What was his name?" The quiet question elicited a burst of laughter.

"And that's the real kicker-- for being the main part of my life I enjoyed the most, I can't remember. I can't remember his fucking name. It's like some huge, cosmic joke-- or maybe a twisted story with a solemn, shitty old moral at the end." Allen suddenly snarled, becoming more bitter than I'd ever heard from him. "Agh, if there is some grand old fuck up there, I'm gonna kick him in the jewels a few times. Bastard's an asshole."

That surprised a cackle out of me. "Oh, I'd drink to that. A real cunt." I raised my fist and shook it into empty space comically. "Hear that? Suck my big one, God!"

Allen was laughing with me. "Yeah, go find yourself a real hobby instead of giving kids cancer and shitting on the homeless!"

I laughed harder. Fuck, why hadn't he shown this side of himself back when we were living together on the ship? Cuz he was scared, probably. You're not the most welcoming kinda guy, if you haven't noticed. From what he's told you about his youth, are you really surprised?

We chuckled together for a good while after, a soft, tender thing between us. It was comfortable. Given more time, maybe I could've been the friend Allen needed. Given more time, this conversation never would have happened, and I wouldn't have seen this side of him in the first place. Given more time, I'd just keep on being a right old cunt like I'd always been.

The air felt thinner. The laughing had tired me out, and no matter how deeply I breathed, I couldn't get the ache out of my lungs. "Welp. I think this is it," I chirped, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. "See you on the other side, Allen."

"Same to you, Max."

"…Uh, and if you happen to hear any delirious apologies about Madeline… ignore em, please. That'd be embarrassing."

"After what I just told you? Couldn't embarrass me if you tried, whoever Madeline is."

"Oof, I wouldn't be so sure of that. You don't wanna test me."

"Haha, you're right. I don't wanna test you."

We both subsided. I had a bit of a stupid smile on my face while black crept in on the sides of my vision. My lungs constricted and my breaths turned to gasps turned to wheezes. Muffled came the sounds of Allen going through a similar crisis, but I didn't have the brains for much sympathy at the moment. Mostly just a bunch of 'oh, wahhh, I don't wanna die' nonsense. Well, not nonsense. I don't wanna die. Don't think Allen does, really, either. There's no light at the end of the tunnel. A bunch of little ones, maybe, holes poked in a big old black blanket thrown over sticks by a couple of little kids. They're laughing. They're smiling. I can see wisps of Allen's curly blond hair, and the tangled brown mat of my own.

Everything's gonna be fine, I wanna tell him. We'll meet again.

#uhhh #death #existential dread? but only a little #i mean they're bros about to die #my writing #astronauts #but i didn't research SHIT #ngl i don't really like this one. i'm more of a funnies and gore writer than a dread and sadness writer and yet #i always write that latter #tw #cw #whatever.

[samspenandsword]

1. Idk how I missed your follow celebration but i hope not too late!! It’s the 29th where I am! First of all congratulations on the follow count! Second can I please request a ship request and a bestie request? I’m bisexual so either gender is fine! Here we go:

2. I go by she/her and am 20 so I don’t mind some nsfw!

3. Appearance:

As for looks, I’m 5’1, average build, tanned olive type skin, dark brown eyes, full lips, dark brown shoulder length wavy/kinda curly hair with curtain bangs. I also wear glasses with a slight cat eye to them.

4. Personality:

For personality I’m creative, introverted, and individualistic. Though I’m introverted, around my friends I can be quite talkative, humorous and outgoing. However I definitely treasure my alone time the most.

5. Hobbies/Interests:

As for hobbies escaping to new worlds while reading books/comics, watching movies, and playing rpg video games. My favorite genres are fantasy and sci-fi, though I do love a good classic from time to time. Apart from that, I love working out.

My interests on the other hand are art focused. I’m currently in art school working with both digital and traditional mediums. I love my practice and everything from interaction design and digital illustration to graphite drawings and inking.

6. Likes/dislikes:

Likes: coffee, chai tea, dark chocolate, rock/blues/jazz/ music, cafe art shows, arcades, comic book stores, purple, thai/Indian/Chinese food, roller blading to classic rock with the wind in my hair, quality alone time

Dislikes: people i am unfamiliar with and have to make small talk with, the biting cold, rain, non fiction, staying too close to reality and not being allowed to daydream/imagine/roam freely in my thoughts, physical touch, overly crowded areas

Random stuff

My favorite planet is Dathomir. Don’t ask why but I love the aesthetic and the witchy spookiness. Also maul and ventress yes pls. Idk if I’d want to live there but the vibes are immaculate.

If I had to live on a planet tho it’d prolly be Naboo, Alderaan or coruscant (pre empire ofc)

Thank you and congrats once again!

Hey there!! You're absolutely fine, your request was before the deadline (I'm so sorry it took me so long to get this out I'm such a flake oml lol). Thank you so much for participating, and I hope the week has been treating you well so far!

Sam's Pen and Sword Follower Celebration (Closed)

Danzalladagger's Follower Celebration Request

Ship request 👄

Okay, okay, okay, okay, listen. The sequel trilogy I know is pretty polarizing, especially here on Tumblr (I don't write for them most of the time), but you and Rey would be so CUTE!!! She sees your art and she literally had no idea that something could be so beautiful. You get a bit bashful because it's just a rough sketch and the dimensions are all off and tbh it was really just a warmup but Rey falls in love with it and it warms your heart so much you give it to her. She scrimps and saves money to get it properly matted and framed and she just adores it. Also, pls get this girl some healthy emotional relationships she would just flourish on Naboo. The water!! The greenery!! It's warm enough for you both but it's not a desert! HUGE plus. The war ends and Rey just wants to come home with you, to a peaceful place where she doesn't feel weighed down by her past and her powers and her responsibility. She wants a place where her friends came come and go and enjoy being there. She loves that her friends can become your friends. But the both of you also get overwhelmed with too much social interaction, and quiet nights in together, ones where Rey sits and tinkers with some mechanical bits and bobs. Ones where you've ordered takeout and you're sitting working on a new piece of art or reading Space-Dracula with Space-Ella Fitzgerald playing quietly in the background. Peaceful nights. A peaceful life. It's everything Rey didn't realize she wanted until you came along.

"It wasn't that bad." You were a bit pale in the face. For all your interests and talents, a pilot you were not. Your beautiful, powerful, pure partner, however, was a pilot of extreme skill. But every time she flew it was like she was in battle, and the ride had gotten a bit rocky there. You'd think you'd be used to it by now. "Rey, my love, you fly like Poe was on your ass." "Poe could only hope to keep up with me." You giggled a little. Poe was also a fantastic pilot, and he and Rey had had a few "friendly" competitions to see which one was better. And every single time, they asked you and Finn to judge. And every single time, you and Finn stayed the fuck out of it and were happy to let your partners be competitive little flyboys. You and Finn were quite happy to gallivant off towards a coffee shop with pastries and laugh at their antics. "Good thing he's not here to hear that," you said. "He'd be squaring up right now." "Again, he could only hope to keep up with me." You laughed again, with a fond little roll of your eyes, and reached up to kiss her cheek. "Come on, Reybird, home's awaiting." Rey smiled, that beautiful, radiant smile of hers. The one that made your cheeks warm and stomach flutter. The one that had stolen your heart. The one that you did not want to go a single day without seeing. And it felt like you were already home.

Bestie request 😎

I came this 🤏 close to putting Sabine Wren down as your ship request, but the more I thought about it, the more I thought you two would be better suited as besties. (Also I hope you're okay with me putting down a Rebels character 😊). You two would bond so easily over art. Sabine is also well-known for her individuality, creativity, independence, and introversion. Sure, she loves being with her friends and family, but sometimes Sabine just needs some goddamn alone time. And you just have to do, "same lol." I think Sabine and you would also love meeting up at your favorite (space) Thai joints cause you two can handle spice and no one else on the Ghost Crew can lol. You and Sabine would also love working out together, giving each other shit for being out of shape lol, griping and being dramatic about how tired you are.

You could hear the gentle hiss of Sabine's paint gun somewhere around the corner from you. You wondered if she was leaving behind her trademark starbird or if she was leaving something a little more detailed. The longer the paint gun went, you knew she was painting something a bit bigger than her signature symbol. Your own piece was coming along nicely. A smirk curled at your lips as the details and colors came together, a mural of pure beauty materializing and giving the drab slate durasteel wall a bit more character. Your didn't use a paint gun yourself, only for linework. You preferred a classic brush to blend and apply the colors of your work. Even if it took a bit longer. You weren't worried. You and Sabine had yet to be caught. A few more flicks of your brush brought the piece together. And with a quick arc of some black paint with your gun, the piece was done. "Nice." Sabine had finished her own work and was now sniggering at your mural. You smirked over your shoulder at her. Your mural was a wonderful rendition of one Grand Admiral Thrawn being strangled by that chimaera he seemed so fond of. You were quite proud of it. "Thanks." You slapped up a stencil and sprayed with your gun, leaving your own symbol to sign your work. "What's yours?" Sabine's was as comical and poignant as your own. It featured a figure cloaked in black, a figure you recognized as The Emperor, with a lightsaber through his ass. You sighed a little dramatically. Oh, if only. "Come on, I've still got some ideas to get out that will get me grounded if Kanan or Hera sees." Sabine flourished her paint gun. You barked a laugh. "Then I want to see it!" Sabine grinned, and as the two of you darted through the city to find your next displays, you left behind nothing but fresh paint and the knowledge that rebels had been there. Rebels were everywhere.

#samspenandsword follower celebration #samspenandsword 300 follower celebration #follower celebration #300 follower celebration #300 followers #star wars ship request #ship request #ship requests #sabine wren #rey #i don't want to call her rey skywalker #danzalladagger #honorable mentions for the ship request are obi-wan kenobi and bodhi rook

[the-archangel]

V’s Diary Part 2

[Note: Around 85% of Kerry and V’s in-game arc was covered in the first entry, so I might have to get a bit fast and loose with the beginning of the story for this one, the end however is in-game lore, I checked, a lot. Be warned  - inexpertly written but enthusiastically researched sexy times ahead!]

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 “You’re not writing in that crappy, boring journal again? Shit V, I might just delta now to save the trouble.”

“Fine Johnny, whatever. You prolly wouldn’t like it anyway.”

“Colour me intrigued, maybe I’ll stick around after all....”

 V, typing: The day after the Dark Matter gig, I felt like shit. Not because of what had happened, that was all preem, more because of the mouthy terrorist in my head trying to kill me. I’d passed out on the bathroom floor for a good portion of the morning, missed a couple of jobs – nothing that would’ve changed the world, but it’s never good to let down a fixer. Fortunately, (kinda, I guess) most of them know my situation and give me some leeway. By the afternoon I was feeling more myself, stretched my legs doing some gigs for Dakota in The Badlands and visited Vik for a couple of upgrades....

“Gosh V, your life is so thrilling. I thought you weren’t writing about the boring shit?”

“I’m setting the scene, Butt out Silverhand.”

...... all without realising that I’d left my dumb phone on the bathroom floor. The pricey upgrade to use the holo without a phone was out of my reach until recently, and then I just hadn’t gotten around to it, and now anything could be going on and I wouldn’t know – shit!

 I’m rushing to get home so much, I nearly crashed the Porsche a couple a times pulling into the garage....

“You would’ve if I hadn’t taken the wheel.”

“Ok, maybe you’re not entirely useless.”

 .... I get parked, get in the lift and push through to my apartment, as usual Nibbles is there to meet me, but so is my smashed phone, still in the water on the bathroom floor......

 “Hey Johnny, did people in the 2020’s have mobile phones?”

“No V, we all used pigeons and smoke signals instead.”

“Really?? – Nah I’m just messing with you. They didn’t though, right?”

“No, no they didn’t. Sheesh.”

 Frantically, I dry the phone, shake off the worst of the glass and, thankfully it comes on, still half-charged. 7 messages from Regina (No, I don’t need another car right now, yes, I will deal with your psycho problem in Kabuki.) and one other from Kerry. He really enjoyed the previous evening and would like to go out for a drink sometime. Preem!

 I needed to check out some new contacts, so I suggested that I’d pick him up on the Apollo and we could bike down to the Afterlife. He’d not been for years, but agreed that it sounded fun, I didn’t care where we went, and I just wanted to feel his lithe, tanned body pressed up to mine for the journey.

 “Johnny, are you ok with this?”

“Course V, I’m not some prissy, tight-assed debutante who’s never kissed a guy.”

“Wait,.... What??”

“Never mind....”

“.......”

 Anyway, I pick Kerry up at his place, he climbs up behind and ......

[muffled] “Snksnk.”

..........and we head towards the bar. The ride is pretty uneventful, Kerry holds on to my belt-loops and is the perfect passenger, leaning and turning with the road. We have a chat with Clare, Kerry is disappointed that she doesn’t recognise him, but never shows it. I leave him with Johnny’s old flame Rogue, chatting about the old days and I network the room. Got a couple of leads, a possible heist (maybe not) and picked up some contacts.

The rocker comes to find me at around 11, “Wanna dance?”

Afterlife isn’t much of a dance bar, but Kerry flings his arm around my neck in the most debauched manner imaginable, pulling me towards him and I couldn’t say no. We begin moving (awkwardly in my case) to the heavy music, chest to chest, groin to groin we move as one with Kerry whispering filth in my ear, all I can do is sigh into his neck and slide my hands down to grab his righteous ass. It’s only Rogue’s passing comment about screamsheets lapping this up that brought us back to reality. Good job too, I was ready to do him right there on the bar....

He steps back, licking his lips, “We good to go V? I turn into a pumpkin these days if I’m not home by 1.” I chuckle at the thought of a sexy little Kerry pumpkin sat on his lawn; he reads what I’m thinking and laughs a gruff, sexy cackle.

Neither of us were what you could call sober, but I’d driven in far worse states and as long as Ker could stay on the back we’d be fine....

 “Ker?”

“What’s the problem now Johnny?”

“You just called him Ker.”

“Yeah, I did didn’t I?”

 How to get him on the bike was the first puzzle. Every time Kerry lifted a leg to pass it over the seat, he took a step back and missed, in the end I had to get off to let him crawl over and drop his leg on the other side, then squeeze in front of him without him falling off the back. It might be the cutest thing I’d ever seen. Then, he wrapped his arms around me to hold on tight, much as it was kinda nice, I also kinda like breathing when I’m driving, so I wiggled til he loosened up and we headed back to his.

Somewhere up there, there are stars and I was riding beneath them with Kerry behind me, his hands up my shirt resting on my abs, his cheek on my back and his hot groin sliding towards me at every corner – breathtaking.

Just before the North Oak bends, I felt the chrome in his throat humming on my back. It took me a minute to realise that he was snoring – not how the date was supposed to go...

“A date is it now?”

“You know it was Johnny.”

“I guess....”

I took my time on the bends, didn’t want to lose rock god Kerry Eurodyne over the side of a cliff, and made it to his door. Now I’m faced with a quandary. Not being able to quite see what position he’s in, I’m not sure what will happen if I try and dismount without waking him, but I don’t want to wake him. I want to see his face, serene in sleep and to kiss his eyelids til he wakes.....

“......”

“?”

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....but he wakes as I move to get off the Apollo, slides his hands back down my stomach and rests them on his thighs before yawning loudly and stretching theatrically.“Thanks V. Had a great night.” he purrs.

“Mhm, me too. You know you were asleep there for the last couple of miles?”

“Yep, knew I was in good hands.... V, can I ask you to do something for me?”

“Course Ker, anything.”

“Not sure I’m ever going to get the hang of you having Johnny silently judging me in your head, could you just, y’know,  talk out loud to him when we’re together, let me have some clue what’s going on?”

“Sure, nothing easier. Night Ker.”

“Night V.”

He walks a few feet closing the gap between us and holds my face in his hands, looking deep into my eyes, my soul, eyes never wavering from mine he kisses me gently, almost chaste, soft but with a bite as he catches my bottom lip in his teeth and pulls. Then he backs up, smirking devilishly, the door opens and he’s gone. His eyes never once left mine the whole time, I needed a minute before I could sit on the bike in my tightening jeans.

“... V, you should probably skip the next bit...”

“What, how do you know what happened next, I took a bloc......shit. I meant to take a blocker then Mama Welles called and, .....oh never mind.”

“I’ll sum up for you, rode home, shower, embarrassingly short jerk off, bed.”

“...Gee thanks, Johnny, who needs self-esteem?”

“You’re welcome.”

 Ker called really early the next day, I wished Jackie was here cuz I’d want to see his face when I tell him I’d been invited for drinks on a yacht with a rock star. This is the big leagues Jackie!

It was originally supposed to be an afternoon thing, but Kerry messaged to say that something had come up and to meet at 7. Every time the phone rang I flinched in case it was him cancelling.

At 7 prompt.....

“....Actually it was 6:25”

“Fuck off Johnny.”

“Just tryin to help.”

 ...At around 7 I went to meet the boat. Ker welcomed me on board with a shitty pirate impression that made me laugh and he sat with his guitar on his leather clad knee gesturing me over. As I approached he patted the seat right next to his thigh, so I obediently sat thigh to thigh with the most fucking beautiful and intoxicating man in the world.

I leaned back with my eyes closed as he played a hauntingly beautiful, relaxing riff, the deep timbre of his humming vibrating deliciously through my thighs, he told me a bit about his life, his beliefs and so on. It felt like a privilege. He seemed very tied up in ‘life’s loops’.....

“D’you see what I did there Johnny?... Johnny...? Hmph”

...A philosophy (I guess) about important things coming back around. He told me about his guitar, its scarcity, its importance, and then smashed it dramatically to bits on the decking. He paced like a caged tiger looking for destruction; I would have done anything he asked of me that night. I still would. Kerry’s reasons for the upcoming destruction – more music biz stuff – went over my head, but the anger, passion and vitriol he was putting into wrecking that boat were infectious. I followed his lead and we totalled that shit – it was awesome.

 “....Johnny, you sleepin?....Johnny??...... Kay, ..sweet”

 So this time I definitely know I took the blockers, it’s not that I expected something to happen, but I hoped it would and didn’t want to waste any time.

The sweat on his body glowed like he was lit from within, his eyes sparkled with electricity (could’ve been the optics I guess) his full, open lips were too, too much to resist, so why bother and we clung onto each other like ships in a storm, lips pressing hard together until the clink of teeth warns us to slow down. He steps back to turn up the radio and displays his toned physique before taking a single step towards me and freeing me from my pants. His warm, calloused hand works my shaft expertly; his eyes are on mine once again, looking deep inside me as he brings me close to orgasm. But this guy is obviously a tease and likes to play, luckily, so do I. I slap his gorgeous ass – hard – eliciting a moan of pure lust and he turns to let me feel how hard he is.

“We need to get those pants off Ker.” I undo the laces and he pushes the leather down his perfect thighs until his erect dick bobs into view, I lick off the pre-cum and take in him my mouth briefly, until I’m pushed back and Kerry’s lips slide easily over my shaft, right to the balls which he takes in his hand and squeezes at the exact moment that I cum explosively into his fucking beautiful mouth. He smiles and swallows – I think I’m falling in love. The lighter is a surprise, thoughts of danger are forgotten though as I watch the firelight reflected in the depths of his eager eyes. Much of the rest is a blur, he lifts my thighs, slides inside me, bracing on my chest, he cums hard. I play rough, grabbing his throat, throwing him on the ground until I corner him and take him from behind , the breathy pants and groans tell me I’m on the right track. Just before I can finish in him again, he spins, pushing me backwards onto the seating and mounts my lap, bouncing his gorgeous ass on my grateful prick, but the fire burns too brightly and I finish lamely , gasping for air and massaging Kerry’s cum into my stomach as we run for the door and we abandon ship.

A moment of calm descends on the beach as we watch the Seamurai go down. Kerry is vibrating with potential and excitement, full of ideas. It feels like moments, but we sit for an hour or so talking, kissing and making promises. We both feel safe and optimistic in that moment, if only it could last.....

 “...Johnny? Do you mind me sleeping with Kerry?”

“Don’t get above yourself kid, you have one fuck and now you think you’re sleeping together? Ha!”

“What? No, it’s way more than one time.”

[Kerry’s voice] “More like, what? 15, 16?”

“Sounds about right for this week so far Ker. Didn’t you notice the blockers bottle emptying Johnny?....Johnny?”

#johnny silverhand #kerry x male v #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk kerry #kerry eurodyne x male v #v cyberpunk

[icysab]

hii, i’ve loved reading your works and would like to request a txt match up and moodboard please

my pronouns are she/her and i have a love hate relationship with the enemies to lovers trope (go figure)

i find it hard to introduce myself to people or fully open up (which i guess is typical of a teenage girl but i digress) so i like being with someone who won’t judge me/who’s willing to talk about weird stuff

ive never really dated before so i don’t know what kind of dates i’d like, but i like going to the movies with my friends. i’m not really good at responding to texts or calls and i really prefer talking in person

i care about how people feel (which i guess everyone would say to some extent) and i don’t wanna be cringe and call myself empathetic but i feel for other people a lot

i’d say i’m sort of sensitive. i also really like creating things/ succeeding at things and the sense of accomplishment that comes with it, and i try really hard academically

i think i’m a pretty independent thinker and i tend to hold opinions that are sort of unpopular at first (but again prolly everyone thinks that and i’m just bitter that people never agree with me until later) and i think i’m pretty logical(?)

i’m not sure what else to say about myself, but thanks for reading if you do :)

twtw this contains very detailed mentions of severe thunderstorms i hope that’s alright! if that’s smth they triggers you pls let me know and i’m happy to rewrite it with a non triggering subject. also srry this wasn’t enemies to lovers but idk this felt so perfect !

side note: you seem honestly rlly cool and vv similar to me so we should be friends!!! you should totally dm me ^-^ anyway onto the matchup!!

i match you up with…

choi beomgyu!!

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it was practically impossible to see out the window with the amount of rain streaking down it, but if you happened to squint at just the right moment, you’d manage to see the buckets of water dumped from the sky and onto the ground below your apartment, and the alabaster blush of lightning taking over the clouds. and, if you listened carefully, you could hear the angry crackling of thunder, loud enough to drown out the incessant downpour.

you could swear the weather forecast has been saying for weeks that today was supposed to be “perfect weather” and “a great time to go out”! you and beomgyu had even planned on going to your local farmers market for a cute date. but, needless to say, you were stuck at home. your phone had died and since the power went out, you couldn’t even text or call gyu. you were totally and completely alone in this godforsaken storm.

finally settling down on your couch and pulling a plush blanket across your lap, you try to tune out the sound of the storm and get some rest— it’s too scary to sleep alone in your room. it’ll be easy, right? people listen to rain sounds all the time as a way to fall asleep.

but, as the minutes turn to hours and you watch the red numbers on the old alarm clock sitting on your table (which, thankfully, is battery powered), you realize it’s not going to be that simple.

the red numbers read 10:34.

you see lighting out of the corner of your eye, the whole sky turning a pearlescent hue.

the red numbers read 11:13

the rain, or shall you say the ocean, gets louder.

the red numbers read 11:57.

you hear a giant boom of thunder, and a knock on the door.

you freeze in fear, and carefully wrap your blanket around you like a shield. slowly and cautiously, you walk towards the door, and open it.

outside stands a soaking wet and exhausted beomgyu.

“hey,” he oh-so-charmingly smiles at you.

your eyes widen in shock.

“im- gyu? how did you-? why did you-?”

“couldn’t sleep”, he grins, so proud of himself. “not without you, anyway”.

you blink once, twice to process what’s happening.

before you can think, he reaches down with his cold hands and gently cups your face. leaning in, you put your arms around his shoulders and pull him close, even if it means you’ll get wet. first, his nose brushes against yours, and then your lips lock. his body is cold, but inside, he’s warm.

he is your home.

~

okay so. picsart wants to be difficult i guess ? + i am vv bad at technology so ! unfortunately i can’t make a mood board because i CANNOT GET IT TO WORK but here r some pics that give the vibes ^-^

and ig it ALSO wants to be two pixels !

anyway, i hope this was alright :] also, i really appreciate that you read/enjoy my works!! it really does make my day when people tell me they enjoy my miscellaneous nonsense.

#sabs matchups <3 #choi beomgyu #tomorrow by together

[fcxrcin]

@warriorcourier​

It’s a familiar presence that just wafts into the dojang. Class is over and those who participated in today’s are already gone. The familiar presence that dances into the room doesn’t come alone. It comes in with that familiar scent. Sure, the presence was enough to have the Gumiho happy, but the scent? Once it reaches her nose, she’s turning around, tightening the belt around her waist with excitement.

She exclaims with her cheery voice, “Mr. Roroanoak!” And it only takes two steps, because the rest she hopped her way over, tails swaying behind her rather fiercely, “You’re back! It’s good to see you!” Though, if she actually thought about it, perhaps he’d prefer to be home? 

#warriorcourier #∞Roroanoak 03∞ #HERE WE GOOO! #'Hey you prolly would like to be at home you know with your people but...WE ARE YOUR PEOPLE NOW' #JKjk XD

[the-himawari]

A3! Magazine Interview Translation - B's-LOG August 2018 [New Face Interview]

The newly joined members of MANKAI Company cross-talk about their impressions of the theatre company and each other.

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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—All of you are new members who joined MANKAI Company. Starting off, please tell us your impressions of the theatre company.

Kumon: Nii-chan’s there!

Azami: A bro-con remark right off the bat?

Chikage: As expected, huh? But also… we eat curry often.

Guy: Right. It fluctuates. But on average, we have curry three times a week.

Azami: On that note, I hear Omi-san say, “I told you we should have curry once a week” about once a week too.

Chikage: It doesn’t have any effect on Director-san though.

Kumon: Hey, but the curry Director makes is super yummy, so it’s fun gobbling it down together!

Guy: I have never experienced such a lively dining table before.

Azami: The dorm is always noisy, not just at mealtimes.

Chikage: That’s true. You can hear the sound of laughter and fighting all over the place.

Guy: The laughter usually comes from Miyoshi and Nanao teasing Sumeragi, or when Arisugawa praises himself for his poems.

Azami: And the fights are Banri-san and Juza-san, huh?

Kumon: Tenma-san and Yuki do too!

Chikage: Those pairs sure fight everyday without getting tired of it. Is that what you call: “the more they fight, the more they get along”?

Guy: “The more they write, the more they gather round”? That is the first time I have heard that saying.

Chikage: Yes, that’s the first time I’ve heard it too.

Kumon: Ah, that reminds me! I heard a high-pitched voice yelling “PIGYAH!” from the ceiling last night!

Azami: Ha? That ain’t a human voice, no matter how you think of it.

Kumon: EHH!? T-then could it be… this?

Guy: …What is that pose? Are you a thief turning himself in?

Chiakge: I think he’s posing like a ghost.

Guy: A goat? I think it would be difficult to visit a farm though.*

Chikage: That’s right. That body language denotes, “I’ll hold myself back”.

Kumon: Ooh! Really! I’ll use this on Sumi-san next time! There’s nowhere else to put triangles in our room, so hold yourself back~!

Azami: …This is so fricken stupid I can’t keep up. At any rate, that’s prolly the Manager’s voice, ain’t it? He’s always makin’ noises like that when he’s getting thrashed by shitty Sakyo.

Kumon: Hmm… was it really the Manager’s voice~?

Guy: I suspect it is Kamekichi. Above the ceiling is the Manger’s room—or rather, Kamekichi’s nest.

Kumon: Ahh! That might be it! I feel like it was close to a bird’s call! Thank God~, it wasn’t a ghost!

Chikage: I’m surprised Kamekichi can also chirp like a bird.

Azami: I’ve only heard him talk like a human.

Guy: He wasn’t talking to us humans, but holding a conversation with a fellow bird. I heard he has a lover who’s a pigeon.

Chikage: Oh, did he bring in a female? Good for you, Kamekichi.

Azami: B-bring in…!? Don’t say something so disgraceful!

Chikage: That’s not allowed either, huh… In any case, both MANKAI Company and dorm life are so rowdy, I don’t know what to say.

Guy: But in spite of your words, you don’t seem to mind it?

Chikage: I simply got used to it.

Kumon Um, how do I put it? There’s lots of people at home, so there’s a lot going on everyday with loads of laughs and fights…

Azami: A big family, maybe?

Kumon: That’s it! It feels like one, huge family!

Guy: I would deem that the best description of MANKAI Company.

Chikage: I… definitely agree.

—And now, finally, please give us your impressions of each other.

Chikage: Our personalities are way too strong. We have a bro-con, the son of a Yakuza, an android… this is simply chaos.

Azami: An unidentifiable, shady, four-eyes dude is not far off either.

Chikage: And who are you referring to?

Azami: Uh, you, obviously.

Guy: Even with my scanning, Utsuki is Unknown. I am rather curious about your true identity.

Kumon: Unknown…! That’s sick…

Chikage: I’m just a regular old office worker. Guy-san, on the other hand, is the one with the absurd android set-up. I’ll put you back 100%, so won’t you let me disassemble you next time?

Guy: A complete shutdown can only be exercised by Zafra’s secret agency. I apologize, but please let go of that notion.

Kumon: A secret agency!? I-I wanna hear more about that! Guy-san!

Guy: Do you like mechanics too, Kumon? You’re just like Takato.

Azami: More than mecha, that guy likes—.

Kumon: WAHHHHH!! A-Azami~ is really mature—not like a middle schooler at all, right!?

Guy: His height is also 10cm taller than average. On that note, the average height of a male student in their third year of middle school is approximately 166cm.

Chikage: I see, that sort of data has been inputted into you too? Impressive.

Azami: I’m more surprised you know my height than the average height.

Kumon: Guy-san’s super efficient! He’s so cool…!

Chikage: Kumon is…

Azami: A bro-con.

Guy: That is the second time that word has been brought up today… but that’s all we have, so there’s no helping it. Kumon’s tremendous love for his brother is intense.

Kumon: Ehehe. My love for nii-chan won’t lose to anyone else, after all!

Guy: Come to think of it, Furuichi told us to “deepen our friendship as fellow newcomers.”

Azami: There’s no need.

Chikage: I agree.

Kumon: Eh~, I wanna be friends with all of you though~. We’re the rookies, right? I kinda feel close with you guys already!

Guy: I see. It’s different from our troupes, but I see no harm in building a friendship with each other. Cooperation is imperative.

Azami: What a pain…

Chikage: Well, I suppose it’s fine to get along in moderation. Let’s keep working together from now on, fellow rookies.

Kumon: I’m lookin’ forward to it!

Guy: Yes. Please take care of me.

Azami: …*Sigh*. I’ll try.

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*I had to completely change this joke for it to work. Chikage originally says “幽霊” (yuurei: ghost), which Guy mishears as “遊泳” (yuuei: swimming). Then Guy says he thinks it’s too early to start swimming--and then the rest follows.

#a3! #a3! translation #utsuki chikage #hyodo kumon #izumida azami #a3! guy #act! addict! actors! #dont mind the cxm #this is indeed an a3 post #LOL #seeing sszk on my a3 blog is giving me whiplash tho

[firstkokon0is]

love ur writing so may i request koko, draken, chifuyu, sanzu and the haitani's reaction to reader wearing other boys jacket,,,,,

omg first requestttt thanks for requesting!!😫

koko, draken, chifuyu, sanzu, ran and rindou reaction when they saw you wearing another person’s jacket

w; grammar errors and slightly suggestive to sanzu

KOKO

tbh wont mind it but will ask you why u didn’t ask for his jacket instead

and a lot of questions

“who’s jacket are you wearing?”

“was it from a girl or a boy?”

“i dont want to be cold too but just tell me if u really need it”

those questions never really came out of his mouth, those are just questions inside his mind

“dont you want my jacket? smells like me tho…… just asking” he scoffed

you ended up wearing his and he will offer to return the previous one that ur wearing to the owner

“hey this is yours right? thanks man….” prolly the coldest thanks ever

“koko he’s just tryna help dont be cold”

“but i thanked him”

lowkey a jealous one but again he would mind it if u have a valid reason like

his classroom is too far away

you got cold in the middle of discussion

valid reasons are must bc he dont want to think that ur trying to make him jealous

DRAKEN

another person who wouldn’t mind

bc we know he’s always busy to mikey

or he’s far where u cant just call him for a jacket

but if he’s just close by and he saw you wearing someone’s jacket he will look at you up and down

“who’s?” he asked

“what?” you asked back

“that jacket? is that yours? you bringin your own jacket now huh” he mocked

“nah just borrowed from a person bc you look like you’re freezing” u mocked back

“you know what y/n just ask for my jacket im right here and return that to whoever because they might need it too”

“well uh draken can i borrow your jacket?”

he finds it cute so he lend his to you

“see, you look more cute in my jacket”

overall a chill one but ask for his jacket next time

will make u keep the jacket until you get home or just give it to you

so you wont ask for other people’s jacket

CHIFUYU

he exactly know what is happening

perks of shoujo mangas

wont act right away tbh bc he dont know how to react

until he found himself standing in front of you

“yes chifuyu?” you concern

“y/n who’s jacket are you wearing?”

“uh my classmates, why are u jealous” you asked to casually

“well i mean, you could ask for mine you know”

“y/n am i a bad boyfriend to you? just tell me-”

“oh my god fuyu its just a jacket lets me wear yours cmon” you panic or else drama queen chifuyu will appear again

when you wear his he blush

“you look more cute with mine tbh” he’s now smirking

“i should lend u my clothes too y/n i find this hot im sorry-”

“CHIFUYU”

he’s a jealous one yep

from now own will check weathers

and tell u to bring a jacket bc its gnna be cold

or just bring one for you

not bc he doesn’t wanna see you with another person’s jacket again

he just wanted to be sweet and kind to his s/o yk

SANZU

“nice jacket y/n is that new?”

even tho he’s fully aware that its not yours bc he never saw u bring a jackets earlier

“no i borrowed it from someone”

he nods but deep inside he’s crying and laughing at the same time bc U DONT GET IT

HE’S JEALOUS BUT CANT ADMIT

he’s trying not to over react but he’s your boyfriend right? and u should ask for his jacket

“your jacket stinks” he’s at it again

“sanzu excuse me?” you were offended and smelled the jacket

“and if u keep on wearing that dont u think you will stink too?” sanzu just keep on going until you realize that he’s trying to make u ask for his jacket

“oh i see, u want me to ask for your jacket instead huh? is sanzu jealous” you teased

he then smirks “dont make me take that off or else everything will comes off you”

u obeyed, ya dont wanna be naked with everyone

overallllll a jealous mf

its a non sexual turn on for him when you’re wearing his things

so dont wear other’s

RAN

thinks

thinking who would dare to lend their jacket on haitani ran’s s/o

wont overthink about it so

“hey wear mine instead” he said offering his jacket to you

“aren’t you gnna be cold ran? its cold today”

“its your fault you didn’t bring your own so im giving this to you” he responded

you didn’t dare to refuse because he’s your boyfriend after all

seeing you wear his jacket put a warm on his heart

“much better” he murmured

the way its oversized for you bc ran is tall lol

it makes u look of tiny if ur smol and he finds it really cute

he just found out that the jacket that you’re wearing before his jacket was from a girl

he was relieved bc he wont beat up someone

he wont dare to hit a girl

dont wanna see a girl cry bc it’s annoying

overall chill and he just want to see u with his jacket, he feels like a good bf tbh

RINDOU

oh boi……

he wont even mention it like

he will just ignore you or keep his distance

he wont speak up until u realize your reason

it’s probably the jacket

you quickly got it off you and return bc he wont make a move if u dont

“were you trying to make me jealous y/n?”

“no rin im just cold”

“here” jacket on his hand and offering it to you with a pout on his face

“awwww so you’re jealous” you tease before taking the jacket

“no the jacket looks like it hasn’t been washed since last month so keeping my distance” he responded

“mean as always rin……”

another jealous one but of course wouldn’t admit

he doesn’t like it when u smell like a stranger

just like ran, he find it really cute when you’re wearing his jacket

from now on he will ask you if u need a jacket or just tell you to bring yours

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #haitani brothers #sanzu haruchiyo #draken #hajime kokonoi #chifuyu #thanks for requesting skeeebop ur name is so cool lol

[monaisdark]

AHHHH! I loved your virgin shiggy post, I was wondering if you could make a part two with reader giving shigaraki a tit-fuck in an empty classroom, with degradation kink, and exhibition kink! I'm sorry if this too horny - Anon ♥♥

haha.. im back i guess. Its been a couple weeks but i have some time to start writing again :)) checking my inbox, i did NOT expect this many people wanting a pt2 to my virgin shiggy post. prolly my fault for holding it off for so long :/ so i made it longer than i planned but count this a thanks for 200+ followers!! <3 anyways i really need to catch up on my inbox but expect more from me !!

➨ paring — Virgin! (not anymore) Tomura Shigaraki x Fem! Bully! Reader

➨ warnings — Sub! Shigaraki, Dom! Reader, mommy kink, slight masturbation, humiliation, degradation, begging, exhibition, tit-fucking, hand-job, cum denial

PART 1

Shigaraki messed up. It’s been a week. A week since you cornered him in a room and took his virginity.

He still remembers what you told him when you left— “Take a shower tomorrow. Also wear a different top for god’s sake. If you do... I might let you touch me.” 

Shigaraki beat himself over for agreeing to it as soon as he got home. You were his bully. One of the people making his school experience even more unbearable than it already was.

Yet he completely was undone as soon as you placed your hands on him, and you knew it. He just didn’t know what you wanted.

Dick? No, you were pretty and popular— you could probably get some from more desirable guys. To bully him? Sure, you said mean things to him during the encounter but the bullying was always around your friends.

For a whole school week, he stayed home. Making up some bullshit to the school that he had the flu. Frankly, he was scared to go. How was he supposed to face you?

Did you tell anyone? Secretly record it? Was he currently the laughing stock of the entire school for begging to continue to fuck you?

But even away from school, you had an effect on him. He’s still a horny guy. Now, jerking off wasn’t the same anymore, not when he had some taste of pussy thanks to you.

Shigaraki would always end up thinking back to you, even with porn he couldn’t get you out of his head. His hands clamping around his cock weren’t the same as your pussy, same with the bodies of other women.

He found himself indulging into mommy kink porn, something he didn’t really get off from before you. Shigaraki pretend it was you talking to him, bouncing onto his lap and letting him touch you.

But after a bit— Shigaraki found it going no where, they weren’t you.

Cursing, he would always finish early. And not in a good way. In a way where he was left unsatisfied. Putting his painfully hard cock back into his sweats and trying to sleep his horny-ness away.

Shigaraki realized he needed you, you talking to him, you around his cock. Now, he regretted not sticking to his word. But he’ll make it up for you.

You were quite mad. Shigaraki hasn’t been to school since that day. How ungrateful, you literally let him put his dick in you and now he ghosts you in real life.

You fully expected him to be at school the next day with the way he begged you to stay, clean and ready for you. So imagine your annoyance in seeing him not show up for several days.

But today was different, the newly ex-virgin actually showed up. To your surprise, he still did more than you expected him to do despite being a week late.

Shigaraki had changed his hoodie to a whole new one, it looked recently bought. As well as his hair, looking more soft than greasy like it typically was. Though he didn’t style it, it still overhanging on his face.

Still, he definitely looked a lot better, not enough for others to notice but enough for you to smirk at your work.

Both of you didn’t interact with each other besides a few glances until lunch. You guys sat on completely different ends of the cafeteria, him sitting in a small corner table while you sat in a large one.

Shigaraki looked fidgety, meekly looking up every few minutes to watch you interact with your friends. He was waiting for school to end, planning to catch you at the same empty classroom you took his virginity in.

Though you had completely other plans.

“Hey, I’ll be right back.” You got up from your table, grabbing your bag from off the floor. “To?” One of your friends asked, not looking up from their phone.

“Some nerd, he’s gonna do my homework we got last period. Apparently, his parents found out he’s been doing our homework and now he's gotta do them during lunch. Gotta make sure they do it right.” You lied through your teeth, hoping they would just back off.

They didn’t look up, instead pulling their homework worksheet out of their binder with one hand, putting it in yours, “Get him to do mine.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the paper, “Yeah.” You walked away, crumbling the paper to throw it in the trash. You’ll just say you lost it. Not like they’ll do anything about it.

Narrowed eyes landed on Shigaraki, his eyes currently focused on his phone. You strudded your way to him, smirking to yourself.

Shigaraki almost jumped when he felt something brush against his leg. Looking up, he was met with you sitting down next to him.

“Hey.” You said, placing your bag on the table and putting your last period’s homework on the table.

“You’re good at chemistry, right?” You questioned, shifting through your bag for something to write with.

“...Well— I... um...—“ Shigaraki stuttered, unsure of what was currently going on.

“Great.” You pulled the phone out of his clammy hands, replacing it with a pencil. “...What?” He tilted his head, was this a joke? Did you completely forget about a week ago?

“Hm...? Well, get onto it.” You uttered him on, putting your chin in your hands, eyeing him. Reluctantly, he looked back to paper, beginning to work on it.

After around 5 minutes, you brushed against him even more, getting close to his side. “What does that say?” You pushed yourself further into his side, your chest touching his arms.

Shigaraki cursed himself for already becoming red, he pants tightening around his crotch as last week flashed into his head again.

“Um... m-mole is a unit of measur— Hmph!“ He held back a loud whine when your right hand traveled to his crotch.

“What— what are you doing?” He asked under his breath, holding back small whimpers as you palmed him, “Where have you been?” You questioned sternly, upset he kept you waiting.

“I’m sorry... I got sick.” He bluffed, it was too embarrassing to admit he was scared. With how he left you hanging, he expected people to be laughing at him the moment he stepped onto school grounds.

“Sick? A whole week?” You hummed, you could already tell he was lying. Still, you were proud that he even bothered to make it up to you by fixing himself up.

“With your diet of energy drinks and chips, I’m surprised you’re not dead.” You decided to let it go, he was just nervous to show up.

Yet you think he deserves a bit of punishment.

Shigaraki felt heavy as you teased the zipper of his jeans. He immediately tensed, “Wait— now..?” He saw you narrow your eyes, “Something wrong?”

“There’s people here!” He whispered yelled, flinching as he felt you unzip his jeans ever so slowly, trailing your finger along his exposed boxers.

“So? You’re just some loser in the corner, nobody will notice if you aren’t obvious.”

Shigaraki could already feel pre-cum form at his tip, staining his boxers a bit. You giggled a bit, feeling the dampness of his boxers. “Already?” Shigaraki shook his head, “I... I haven’t came since... that day.”

You laughed a bit louder than you expected to, good thing the cafeteria was already loud. “How sweet of you. Couldn’t get it on?”

Shigaraki focused his eyes on your paper, muffled moans caught at the back of his throat as you freed his cock from his boxers.

Now slowly pumping him, Shigaraki dropped the pen of the table. He wanted to do something with his hands, to touch you.

He moved his hand to your thigh, but of course, you didn’t allow him, “You’re too eager. Get back to work.” You ordered. Shigaraki was about to question you but you stopped him with stroking his cock faster.

Both of you continued this way for a bit, him answering questions with his shaky hands while you jerked him off.

Shigaraki could’ve sworn he felt eyes on him a couple of times, yet every time he looked up, nobody was even batting an eye in his direction.

He could feel his cock twitch at the excitement of being caught. How would they explain one of the most popular girls giving an outcast a hand-job under the table?

As he got to the last question— he was already drooling on the paper, mouth clenched shut to avoid moaning and panting to be let out.

You could tell he was about to cum, the writing on the paper progressively getting sloppier as time went on. “M-mommy...” Shigaraki whispered just enough for you to hear, “Hmm, you want to cum?”

He nodded furiously, he was extremely pent up and needed release. And just as he thought, you were the only one who can give it to him.

Shigaraki whimpered when you pulled away, looking up at the clock and collecting your stuff. “Then after school, room 204. Actually listen and show up when I tell you this time.”

You walked away just in time for the bell to go off, signifying that lunch was over. Leaving Shigaraki, once again, a mess.

Here he was again, feeling nostalgic as you walked into the empty classroom. Shigaraki easily grew again while anticipating this, the tent prominent in his jeans.

“Y’know, good job for showering and changing.” You gave him praise, Shigaraki turning red from your words. “This... this means I can touch you, right?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I actually keep promises.” He ignored the jab at him, it didn’t matter how mean you were— he was going to touch you finally.

Shigaraki awkwardly shuffled towards you, raising his hands up to look at you with wide eyes. He slowly paced a hand on your boobs, trying to see if this was just some test and you’ll get mad at him.

When he didn’t get anything back, he immediately started to dough on your clothed breast, cupping them. Then, he moved to unbutton your shirt, already seeing you thought ahead and took off your bra before coming here.

He fully took off your shirt, not wasting time on latching his mouth onto one of your nipples, both hands playing with your breasts. Shigaraki was basically humping your leg, sucking your nipples like a baby.

You giggled a bit, patting his head. He looked up at you with a clouded look, pure joy in his eyes as he finally got to touch you.

Looking back down at him, another idea popped up— you already took his virginity and gave him his first hand-job, whats another one of his firsts? “Shigaraki, do you want to feel really good?” He unlatched from your nipple, “I can be inside you?”

“No.” He frowned a bit, but perked up when you trailed your fingers on his boxers. “What if I put this,” You pointed at your boobs, “In between these?”

Shigaraki was already down, eagerly sitting on a desk while you got on your knees. He freed his cock, putting it in between your slick pushed together breasts, thanks to his sucking earlier.

You wasted no time on stroking it up and down with your breasts. He moaned feeling the softness of the valley between your chest, your breasts around his cock giving him warmth as you stimulated him.

Shigaraki was definitely feeling great, you even let him bend down and grab your breasts to control the speed of the tit-job.

Though, Shigaraki wanted more. You were giving him all these things, a hand-job, a tit-fuck. He’s been inside you once and he didn’t get to do what he wanted in the first place. To cum inside his mommy.

He feels a knot grow in his lower abdomen, but he doesn’t wanna cum yet. Instead, he pulled himself away from you, much to your confusion.

“What? You literally were about to cum and I was gonna let you!” You groaned, getting up as Shigaraki faced you.

“...Mommy, can I fuck you?”

“No, you didn’t come to school for a whole week. If you really wanted to you would have showed up.”

Shigaraki turned red, sputtering as he held onto your arm, “Please! I just want you cum inside you.” He whined, tears pricking at the chance of not getting to have sex with you after all this time.

You looked at him stoned faced as he begged, even falling to his knees dramatically to add to his desperation. “Fucking virgins, man.”

Shigaraki felt himself be pushed down, your skirt and panties on the floor. You straddled onto his length, moans filling the room quickly.

“Yes! Thank you, thank you, mommy!” Shigaraki thrusted his hips into yours, feeling even more over-joyed when he was allowed to touch your chest while you were on top of him this time.

Shigaraki desperately missed this, now he remembers why his hand didn’t compare to your tight pussy after trying to jerk off. He found his own rhythm quickly, muffled ‘mommy’s due to his mouth on your breasts.

“I’m doing this because you cleaned up, if you didn’t I would’ve left you to your own sad-ass devices already.” You lied, honestly, you hated the idea what he possibly was ignoring you by not showing up to school.

Even then, you’ve grown a bit found of him. His body, his expressions, his voice, everything really. It didn’t bother you as much when you saw his still messy hair, you were just glad to see him.

Though, you’d never admit it. Instead, it showed through the way you were tightening around his cock, panting as he moaned into and out your body. Shigaraki very quickly wrapped his arms around you, both of you on the edge.

“Fuck— Shigaraki. Cum, cum for mommy, okay?” You ordered, Shigaraki more than ready to fulfill it.

“Ah, thank you! Thank you, mommy! I’m gonna cum inside you!” Both of you rided out your highs, Shigaraki filling you so much it started to drip outside your full cunt.

He fell on top of you despite you initially being on top, you wanted to scold him but honestly couldn’t bring yourself to right now.

The room quieted down, the only words being exchanged were by Shigaraki softly muttering “Thank you, mommy.” into your neck

#sub shigaraki #tomura shiragaki #dark fic #dom reader #dark #bully reader #fem reader #tw degradation #tw humiliation #tw mommy kink #bnha smut #bnha x reader #x reader #shigaraki x reader #mommy

[possiamo-andare]

Just You (3)

JJ x Reader x Rafe (love triangle)

MASTERLIST

word count: 5k

a/n: I can't believe it's been eight months since I updated this fic. y'all are probably dead by now and this will prolly get no notes lmao but I finally wrote the next chapter and it's so good in my opinion so please don't be too mad. enjoy!

~

Y/N needed complete silence when she was reading. If she didn’t, it was almost impossible for her to even read one page. As a child, in a room full of other screaming children, Y/N found it almost impossible to read. Most of her teachers misread this difficulty with an inability to read, which was not the case. This miscommunication actually worked in Y/N’s favour because the extra attention resulted in a greater love for reading. Y/N soon found herself reading everyday and even found it hard to put down a book. When she couldn’t get a physical copy of a book, she then went online and delved into a world where people created their own worlds and fantasies for their readers. Reading had become one of Y/N’s favourite hobbies and she could do it for hours.

Unfortunately, tonight was different. At around 6pm, just as Y/N picked up a book to read, loud music began to play from a distance. At first, Y/N tried to ignore it but soon, like mentioned before, the music began to get louder, and Y/N could not focus on the words before her. The more she tried to focus, the more distracted she became by the music. Soon, she could focus on nothing but the blaring music coming from across the street. Finally, after ten minutes of pure agony, Y/N got up from her bed and stormed down the stairs of her home. Her face is red with anger, and she desperately wants to know who the hell thinks playing loud music on a Tuesday night is acceptable. Unfortunately, she knows the answer the second she enters her kitchen.

Her parents are laughing with each other as they make their favourite snack. Every night, her parents make their favourite foods together as a way to unwind and talk about their day. Sometimes they shared it with Y/N and her siblings but on nights where her siblings were out with their friends and Y/N was the only one home, they usually just spent time with each other. Y/N hesitated for a moment and smiled to herself, thinking about how sweet her parents truly are. She wonders if the person she marries will have this type of relationship with her. She wonders, years from now, how she will look back on her time in OBX. She hopes she looks back with fondness. The moment is ruined though because her mother quickly looks up from the stove, a toothy grin on her face.

“Hello darling.” Y/N’s mother chirps. She reads her daughter's distraught face and since she can hear the music too, she knows why her daughter is upset. Without even letting Y/N speak, she answers the question clearly in her daughter's mind. “Ward Cameron’s son, Rafe, is throwing a party across the street. You can go if you want.”

Y/N snorts. “That boy has been rudely staring at me since we got here, and you think I should go to his house?”

This time, Y/N’s father turns around from the cabinet. “I hear JJ’s gonna be there.” There’s a small smirk on his face and it instantly grabs Y/N’s attention.

She tried to brush it off. “Well, I don’t really like loud music.”

Y/N’s mother scoffs. “Yes, you do.”

Y/N nods, tucking her hair behind her ears. She knows that if there’s even a hint of JJ being at the party, she wants to go. “You’re right, I do.”

Y/N had not been to a party in years. The last time she had it was in her first year of high school. She had just moved to that new school only weeks before and had made only a couple of friends. The friends she did make were nice and invited her to a party. The party was okay, and she enjoyed herself, but she was very awkward because she barely knew anyone. She promised that from now on, she would only go to parties where she knew more than one person. Now, she found herself breaking that rule just to see JJ.

Since Y/N was in her pajamas, she ran back up to her room to change. She didn’t want to waste too much time picking out clothes to wear so she quickly looked through her closet and found a white sundress with small blue flowers decorating the material. She had never worn this dress and, when she first bought it, was unsure if she liked it because it was shorter than what she was used to but now, she was glad she did.

She lay her sundress on her bed for a moment and turned to her mirror, where she kept a cabinet full of makeup. Before she even put on any makeup, she looked back up in the mirror for the second time. As she finally had a chance to breathe, she realized her breath was unsteady and her hands were shaking. It was hard for Y/N to put herself out there. Most times, she was afraid of the rejection, or even at the fact that the friends she did have would be gone. But she remembered her parents' words. She was to stay in OBX for the rest of the year. She would make friends here. She would have a life here. With a deep breath, Y/N began to get ready for the night.

~

Y/N keeps fidgeting with her hair. She knows the more she fidgets, the more upset she’ll be with how she looks but she seriously can’t help it. She only does this when she’s extremely nervous and she knows why. She’s two feet away from Rafe’s front door and the music has somehow gotten louder. It’s almost as if he’s continuously trying to play the music louder to get her attention. Of course, she knows that to not be true, but still, Y/N had realized that in the last twenty minutes since she had decided to get ready for the party and walked across the street, the music had indeed gotten louder. She rolled her eyes as she approached the door, the loud music getting annoying. At this rate, Rafe Cameron would be deaf by the time he was 30. Y/N pretended not to care if he went deaf at all, but a tiny voice inside her head told her that she had to care for him because no one else would.

With a deep breath, she knocks on the door. She doesn’t think anyone would hear it because of how loud the music is but it’s worth a try. She was raised to have manners and would not just enter someone’s house before knocking.

To her surprise, only a few moments later, the doorknob twisted quickly and someone on the other end of the door opened it. It was as if someone had been patiently waiting by the door all night, opening it in hopes that she would come. Of course, she knew this to not be true because the person who greeted her was none other than Rafe Cameron. And he found her annoying.

Y/N couldn’t help but admit how delicious he looked. He wasn’t dressed in his usual preppy attire, no. He wore these ripped, distressed black jeans and a fitted white shirt with a baseball cap to match. It wasn’t necessarily his style that had him looking so delightful but his face. He seemed very relaxed. In fact, this was the most relaxed she’d ever seen him. His usual straight posture was now more curled and casual. His face, which had always been pale and gray, was now filled with colour. He wore a cute blush across his cheeks and nose, and on top of the blush was a patch of light brown freckles here and there. Y/N figured he must’ve been in the sun all day. That and he was also high out of his mind.

“Y/N…” He trailed, his eyes glancing at her dress momentarily before returning to her face. Y/N feels a little self conscious under his gaze. She wasn’t exactly confident in her outfit tonight and he seemed, for the first time in forever, more confident than her. “You, um, you’re - you’re very…”

She involuntarily snickers, not realizing she’s doing it until Rafe hears it. His face changes into a dark frown and she has a deep need to apologize. He was probably just trying to be polite, and Y/N must’ve caught him just as his high was reaching its climax. “I’m what exactly?”

Rafe rolls his eyes, knowing that she’s teasing him. “You’re not invited.”

Well, she can’t say she exactly feels welcome right now, standing at the threshold of his door. He still hasn’t even let her in.

Y/N scoffs, her feelings only hurt a little. Although he didn’t look preppy, he looked just as douchy. “Well, your music’s so loud it could wake the dead. Maybe if you didn’t want uninvited people to come, don’t make it so obvious that you’re having a party.”

Rafe scoffs this time. “Aw, I’m sorry. Did I interrupt your bedtime?” He takes a swig of his beer bottle and Y/N almost forgets that he’s obviously been drinking. “Were you having a little read before you went to bed? Lemme guess; you were re-reading the Vagina Diaries for the tenth time?”

Y/N’s chest twinges with pain just a little, knowing that the book was on her bookshelf with a worn-out spine. He seemed to know her very well, but it only angered her because he got the answer right. “It’s actually Vagina Monologues, but nice try. I guess for someone who hasn’t opened a book in their life, the Vagina Monologues would be interesting.”

Rafe chuckles and she has a small urge to kiss the corners of his smile. Thankfully, once she swallows harshly, the urge disappears. “Just come in and don’t put your hippie feet anywhere near my furniture.” He finally steps aside, and Y/N takes that as the kindest invitation she’s gonna get from him.

“You mean, your parents' furniture.” She puts one foot in front of the other and tries to remember how to walk. Although it may not seem like it, she’s nervous. She’s not too good with crowds. As she passes Rafe, she can smell his cologne and she feel as though she might faint. For such an annoying boy, he really was intoxicating.

Rafe is not given enough time to throw a snide remark back in her face because someone has entered Y/N and Rafe’s little bubble. It’s another very handsome boy but this time, he’s sweet. He’s wearing preppy clothes (cargo shorts and a pink polo shirt - big shocker there) but he’s not preppy at all when he introduces himself.

“Hey! I’m Kelso; nice to meet ya!” He gives Y/N a half hug because his other hand is holding a beer, but she still gets the sentiment that he’s friendly. His hand respectfully lays on Y/N’s shoulder and Y/N actually hugs him back even though that’s not her thing with strangers.

“I’m Y/N, and it’s nice to meet you too!”

She watches as his brows go from a relaxed arch to a surprised arch instantly. It seems that whatever she has said has caught him by surprise. “Oh? You’re Y/N?” Kelso looks to Rafe for a moment, his eyes narrowing in amusement. Rafe tries to indirectly tell him to stop by flipping him off, but it only encourages Kelso. “I guess we have you to thank for this incredible party then!”

Y/N frowns, turning around to look at Rafe. They’re still in the entryway of his house and she hasn’t so much as taken in her surroundings, but this seems too important to ignore. What does Kelso mean? Did Rafe throw this party in hopes that she’d come? There was no way. Doesn’t Rafe find her completely annoying and obnoxious? If so, why would Kelso say such a thing?

“He’s joking right?” Y/N tries to confirm from Rafe but by his meek smile and his cheeks that have only gotten redder since she entered his home, she knows there’s some truth in what Kelso is saying.

Rafe shrugs, trying to come up with a lie. He had confided in Kelso as a way to relieve the stress that liking Y/N has caused but instead, Kelso just had to mess it up. “Well, not exactly.” His mouth is forming a lie before his brain can even properly think of one. “I mentioned to Kelso that you’ve probably never been to a party in OBX, so he must’ve thought I threw it for you.”

Y/N nods, confused as to why she feels a little sad. For some reason, a little part of her hoped that Rafe had thrown a party for her to notice him but alas, it had all been a misunderstanding. “Oh, well, okay.”

Except it wasn’t a misunderstanding at all. Rafe had told Kelso that the only reason he was throwing this party was for Y/N to notice him in a new light. He knew she thought he was just another annoying preppy Kook and he wanted to change that. He thought maybe, just maybe, if she had fun tonight with him, she’d finally start to see him as he truly was, a loveable dork. Unfortunately, that seems to be ruined now.

Before any more words can be exchanged, someone yells for Y/N. She instantly looks to the crowd of people in Rafe's backyard and sees JJ and Pope. The door to his backyard is open so the yelling is clear and not muddled by a barrier. They seemed to have been yelling for a while because they looked exasperated. Y/N watches as JJ stands from his lawn chair and motions for her to come sit beside them. She smiles for one of the first times tonight and nods, the pressure on her chest lifting when she sees her two friends. She wanted to take to Rafe later and get the full story because she had a feeling, he wasn’t telling her the complete truth, but she wanted to greet her friends first. She’d get to Rafe later. For now, she wanted to relax.

When Y/N departed from Rafe and Kelso, awkwardly waving goodbye before maneuvering to the back of Rafe’s house, Kelso spoke first.

“Dude, why didn’t you tell me she didn’t know this party was for her?”

Rafe glared at his friend. “You really think I’d tell her that. Now she probably thinks I’m even more creepy than before.”

Kelso rolls his eyes at how dramatic his friend was. “You didn’t see her reaction, bro. I don’t know if she even knows it herself, but she definitely likes you.”

Rafe rolls his eyes. He doesn’t allow for his hope to rise because he knows it’s not true. He can’t let himself have any more hope that the new girl in OBX would want to have anything to do with him. She can’t like him because no girl like her ever has. So, instead, he steals glances at her for the rest of the night and hopes to God he can get high enough to forget about the beautiful girl across the street.

~

Y/N tried to enjoy herself, she really did. And to JJ’s credit, he tried to help her relax and have some fun. She drank the beer that was offered to her, danced with JJ and Pope, and even took two puffs of JJ’s joint. But, although she felt thoroughly buzzed, Rafe never left her mind. She tried to throw a few sneaky glances his way the entire night, but she couldn’t find him. She even left her spot beside JJ and pretended to get a refill on his nasty beer just to see if she could spot Rafe. Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be seen. At first, she thought it was just because she wasn’t looking hard enough but soon, after three whole hours of not seeing Rafe even once, she realized he was avoiding her. And if he was avoiding her, it meant that he was embarrassed from their conversation at the beginning of the night. Which meant that he lied, and he had in fact thrown this party just for her.

This revelation crept into her mind slowly throughout the night but when it finally sunk in, she was speechless. She didn’t know how to react. Sure, there was a slim chance that he had been telling the truth but the less she saw of Rafe at his own party, the more she realized that he had lied to her.

JJ had noticed how off Y/N seemed. When they had seen each other earlier in the day for her surfing lessons, he had made a fool out of himself. They had been practising for a few hours before they both called it quits, deciding to pick it back up the next day. Before departing, JJ offered her ice cream for a hard day's work, and she gladly accepted. They both ordered the same flavour (mint chocolate chip - he swore they were soulmates because of this) and ate it as they talked. When they were both finally finished, Y/N went to hug him goodbye, but he instead extended his hand awkwardly for her to shake. She seemed slightly embarrassed, but he was even more so. He had wanted to hug her but didn’t want to without her permission, so he thought a handshake was the safe bet. Unfortunately, he thought wrong and now, that awkward interaction was burned into the back of his mind. He was worried that’s why Y/N seemed so detached, barely speaking. When she had gone to refill her cup, JJ looked to Pope for advice. He had never been so needy for a girl’s approval before and since Pope seemed to want everyone to like him, JJ thought he’d give the best advice.

“So,” JJ sighs and he finishes telling the story of their awkward interaction. “Do you think that’s why she’s been so quiet?”

Pope snorted. “JJ, I think it’s just you. I doubt she even remembers it.”

Although his friend tried his best to reassure JJ, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was burdening Y/N’s mind. But, before JJ could continue his conversation with Pope, Y/N reappeared with a glass full of beer and a somber face. The topic was not brought up again.

JJ had been right though. Something was burdening Y/N’s mind. It’s not everyday that a girl finds out a boy who she thought saw her as a bothersome girl actually saw her as much more. It’s a difficult experience to relate to and not a problem Y/N thought she would have. Apparently, Rafe was better at hiding his true feelings than she thought. She had always assumed that when she’d catch him peeking through his window, watching her ride her bike with her brothers or bask in the sun as she read another book, he was judging her. She assumed he was making fun of her and her hippie family. And when they had first met in the main office of her school, it only solidified in her mind that he saw her as a joke. But instead, he might’ve actually liked her. You clearly only watch people in that way if you hate them or like them and since it clearly wasn’t hate…

No. She wouldn’t let her mind go there. Besides, even if he liked her, who was to say if she even liked him? He had been nothing but rude to her, even when he had technically invited her to this party. He called her a hippie (not offensive by itself but when Rafe said it, it might as well have been), watched her from his window with a scowl, and was a complete snob. If Y/N knew what was good for her, she���d stay far, far away from Rafe and anyone he associated with. But Y/N was a dumb teenage girl and curiosity got the better of her. She needed to find another good excuse to go inside and search one last time for Rafe.

The excuse presented itself when JJ made a small remark of how thirsty he was. Y/N jumped at the opportunity to refill his drink, even though he offered to go himself. But she insisted, taking his cup from his hands before he could argue any longer. As she made her way back inside, her eyes looking for the handsome brunette, Pope leaned closer to JJ.

“See? And you thought she didn’t like you?”

JJ nodded, feeling better about the whole ordeal. Unfortunately, if he knew why she truly had wanted to venture inside, it’s doubtful he would have felt better. He probably would’ve felt worse. But he didn’t know, and he wouldn’t know for a while longer.

Y/N first made her way to Rafe’s huge kitchen where all the kegs were lined up. Half of them were already empty but the night was coming to a close and soon, half the party would leave and only Rafe’s closest friends would stick around until 5am. It was midnight now and although she didn’t have a curfew, she wanted to be home by at least 1am. So, as she filled only JJ’s cup, she decided against filling her own. She didn’t want to be too tipsy in case she ran into Rafe. Although, by this time, she thought it was very unlikely that she’d ever see him.

Just as that thought crossed her mind though, another person entered the kitchen. Y/N recognized him immediately. It was Topper. They had never interacted much, just a brief wave whenever she’d pass his house when she rode her bike. If he was outside, which he had only been once or twice, he’d wave, and she’d wave back. Other than that, they never spoke. Until now.

He stood beside her, filling two glasses with beer. His blond hair was wet and sticking to his forehead, but his hands were so full, and he was so drunk he didn’t seem to notice. Y/N had seen Rafe’s pool, but she did not find herself on that side of his house for many reasons (the pool was on the other side of the backyard, she didn’t bring a bathing suit, and her mind was busy with more important matters). Topper seemed to be struggling with refilling two cups, his hands shaking just a little. Y/N instantly registered that he needed help and decided that busying herself with assisting Topper would help take her mind off Rafe.

“Here,” Y/N offered, setting JJ’s cup down on the counter. “Let me help.” She takes one of the glasses from Topper and begins to fill it up, all the while keeping an eye on Topper to make sure he doesn’t spill the other cup.

“Thanks.” He mumbles, swaying back and forth to the music that is blaring from somewhere inside Rafe’s house. Y/N can’t help but smile a little at this giddy boy who would otherwise be embarrassed for acting so weird if he was not so drunk.

Unfortunately, not even helping Topper can keep Y/N’s mind off Rafe. She wonders that since Rafe must’ve told Kelso something about her, Rafe could’ve confided in Topper too. From the gossip that JJ had told her, Topper used to date Sarah but even after they broke up, Rafe and Topper remained friends. So maybe, just maybe, Rafe had said something to Topper about her? She figured even if she asked Topper, it would never get back to Rafe. Topper was clearly drunk and would not remember the conversation he had with Y/N. No harm, no foul. Right?

Unfortunately, that idea was quickly squashed because just as she began to open her mouth, someone else entered the room. It was Rafe.

Rafe had skillfully avoided Y/N all night, while still stealing glancing her way. He never noticed that she too had been looking for him. He was so nervous that he’d eventually bump into her that he would make Kelso check every room before he entered it. Unfortunately, Kelso was drunk by midnight and could no longer help Rafe. Rafe tried to let it go, figuring you were probably gone by now. So, he asked Topper to refill his cup as he helped Kelso into his mom’s car. But, when Topper still hadn’t returned by the time Rafe entered his home, he thought there was no harm in checking up on him. Apparently, there was a lot of harm in that.

And now, there they stood, facing each other for the first time since the beginning of the night. Rafe wanted to turn back around and leave but he had always made a fool of himself, and he knew that if he awkwardly left without acknowledging Y/N, she’d surely think even lower of him. So, as soon as their eyes made contact, Rafe awkwardly raised his hand and waved. He could feel the awkward smile painted across his face and Y/N seemed to mimic him.

“Hey.” He squeaked out, taking both cups from Topper before speaking to his friend. He figured the less he looked at Y/N, the less awkward he would feel. He was wrong. “Top, why don’t you lie down on the couch. I’ll bring the beers soon.”

Topper only nodded, slowly making his way out of the kitchen, leaving his friend and Y/N in there alone. Alone for the first time since the beginning of the night. Both their pairs of eyes were trained on their drinks; Y/N was clutching onto JJ’s and Rafe held one for him and one for Topper. No one spoke for a while. Y/N had waited all night to get Rafe alone, just so they could talk and now she didn’t know what to say. She awkwardly shifted the weight in her feet, unable to think of the first thing she wanted to say. They were only five feet apart, but they might as well have been worlds away.

Rafe was in agony and decided to get it over with. He spoke first. “So, are you enjoying the party?” He spoke so formally, as if he was chatting with his grandmother, but he was too uncomfortable to speak any other way.

Y/N nodded, relieved he had taken the first leap forward. “Um, yeah. Never knew that kids could throw parties like this.”

Rafe smiled for a moment, happy that she was so amazed at his dullest party of the year. His heart fluttered at the thought of Y/N dancing in that beautiful white dress with him. Holding onto him as they swayed to the music, pulling her close. Close enough to -

“So, Rafe, I wanted to talk about earlier.” Y/N began, playing with the skin around her nails. It was a nervous tick she had yet to get rid of.

Those eight words destroyed Rafe. At that moment, he knew she had not believed his original lie. He wasn’t too surprised though. He was a shitty liar and Y/N seemed to pick on everything he did. Although he would rather rip his fingernails off one by one than have this uncomfortable conversation with Y/N, he knew he’d have to give her the answers she was looking for. Even if that meant embarrassing himself.

Finally, he nodded. “Um, uh, okay. What’s up?”

Y/N began to speak but before she could get a coherent sentence out, someone else entered the kitchen, making a bunch of noise as he did. Their eyes met instantly and when she recognized who he was, her back straightened slightly as if she had been caught in a salacious act. It was JJ.

“Y/N, what's taking so long?” He stops just after he enters the kitchen and as soon as his eyes go to Rafe, his smile drops. He’s confused beyond belief. He doesn’t know why Y/N is speaking to Rafe. He didn’t even know they knew each other. “Uh, am I interrupting something?”

Y/N forces a smile, glancing at Rafe briefly before walking past him and towards JJ. She hands JJ his cup and he gladly takes it, a look of pure confusion written on his face. “No, Rafe was just asking me if I am enjoying my first party in Outer Banks.”

JJ's eyes shift to Rafe, whose face is pure white. “Really? How… kind?”

Y/N knows JJ is suspicious so to curve his focus back on her, she reaches up to cup one side of his face. JJ’s eyes instantly fall back onto her, a small smile back on his lips. “Walk me home, JJ. I’m getting tired.”

JJ nods sweetly, placing his hand over the one that’s cupping his cheek. “Sure. Go get your stuff and I’ll meet you at the front of the house.”

Y/N looks back to Rafe one more time, a small smile on her face. Rafe pushes his lips into a thin line, nodding goodbye to her. She does the same, leaving the kitchen as quietly as she entered. Y/N’s afraid to leave JJ and Rafe alone but she really has no reason to stay any longer. She hopes that she can get Rafe alone soon so they can have an actual conversation. Tonight, was kind of a disaster but being with JJ and having such a fun time with him made up for it. She knows JJ is the type of guy she should be with. He’s fun and carefree and they’re too much alike to not get along. Even though this is all true and she does have feelings for JJ, there is a part of her that yearns for Rafe. And that part scares her.

Once Y/N is gone, JJ’s smile drops, and he turns back to Rafe with a menacing glare. “Look, I don’t know what your game is here, but I really like Y/N. We both know you’re not her type. So do both of us a favour and leave her alone.”

And with that, JJ was gone too. Leaving Rafe alone.

Even with all these people in his house, Rafe never felt more alone.

~

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[1kook]

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this is part of my netflix & chill series!

SUMMARY “I think that, like— me and you? We’re like, totally destined,” you ramble, “you should, like, take my number! And maybe we can, like— Netflix and chill one of these days?” WARNING angst with implied smut at the end!!, flashbacks, low self esteem, alcohol consumption, jk is (implied) a virgin in this, there’s a lil fondling by oc u know the usual  MISC they r soulmates <3, our queen doyeon returns, i tried to use symbolism👁 in the dialogue so yes everything drunk oc says has a meaning hehe RATING m bc alcohol WC 2.2k

NOTES i said once a long time ago that n&c couple were prolly at the same party once but didn't realize so hERE WE GO ! its not proofread bc um. yeah<3

Homecoming week. 

Jungkook doesn’t even think his university’s football team is good, but he had read somewhere that part of the college experience is obnoxiously supporting this team all four years. And well. Jungkook wants to fit in. Frankly, Jungkook feels a little dumb having accepted this invitation from Kim Taehyung from his first-year writing class. He’s only known the man a solid four weeks, probably won’t know him this well once Taehyung finds real friends, ones who suit his outgoing personality, and decides Jungkook is too boring, but Jungkook will make the best of it while he can because, again, he wants to fit in. Badly. It’ll be different this time, he had told himself while getting ready. You won’t be awkward anymore. You’ll make friends. 

And then it’s nearing midnight and Jungkook has spoken to a whopping two people at this party of over a hundred. Not including Taehyung, it’s down to one. Even that had only been to ask where the bathroom was. He feels severely out of place, like he’s both too large and too small to be in this area, to be at this party, so he shuffles into the kitchen when he hears them call for another match of beer pong. He’s actually pretty good at the game, has refined his skills at get togethers with his older cousins. But it’s not like anyone here wants to be Jungkook’s partner anyway. Or even knows who he is for that matter. 

Taehyung had bumped into him a little past ten, had had two girls clinging to his sides when he had greeted Jungkook. One of them had almost looked tempted, Jungkook wanted to believe, brushing her hand against his arm. But he didn’t act quick enough— what would he even have done? what did he even want? —and Taehyung disappeared with both girls soon after, leaving Jungkook by himself once more. 

The kitchen is empty, the drinks long since having migrated to the living area of this huge frat. With a defeated sigh, Jungkook sinks back against one of the counters, setting his lukewarm cup of beer down beside him. He’s buzzed, drank in a feeble attempt to ‘lose himself’ as all the movies claimed. But now all he can feel is a pounding headache threatening to consume him. He doesn’t even like drinking— why did he drink this much? 

He should go home. 

Events like this, parties like this— they weren’t meant for someone like Jungkook. He was too quiet, too shy to let loose like everyone else. He doesn’t do well in social situations, or at least not as well as his therapist had told him he would. He hesitates too much, never speaks when he needs to. Haerim from his freshman basics class had even said so. “You’re quiet, huh,” she had smiled, and when her notebook had touched his elbow, he flinched. She didn’t take it to heart. Just like Taehyung wouldn’t if he left right now. They know how he is. He doesn’t belong here. These types of parties were made for outgoing people, people who lived on the edge, people who weren’t trapped in their own thoughts all the time, people like—

Like the girl who stumbles through the doorway now. “Woooo,” she slurs, and then promptly faceplants into the dirty tile of the kitchen, the same tile littered with sticky footprints and random debris. He can’t even imagine what else is on the floor of a frat house mid-party. Jungkook flinches at the sound of her knee hitting the ground, before rushing over to help her up. 

She’s a giggling mess, eyes half shut by the time Jungkook gets her into a seated position. “Are you okay?” he flounders, hand on her shoulder when she wobbles again, nearly falls back down. 

“Just peachy,” she sings, flashing him a sloppy thumbs up. Her neck isn’t doing a particularly good job of holding her head up and when Jungkook places a hand on the back of her head, she leans into it, blissful smile on her face. She’s really pretty, it makes Jungkook’s cheeks burn when she aims it at him next. “Pucca loves Garu,” she lets him know, eyes finally fluttering open. “He’s a pretty boy.”

Jungkook blinks. He has no idea what you’re talking about. “Huh?” he stutters, glancing back at the bar stool by the counter instead. It’s probably infinitely times better than the sticky tile beneath your bare legs. “I’m gonna stand you up,” he tells you, taking your loud cackle as a sign that you’re okay with it. Jungkook’s been working out all summer, so you’re not heavy in the slightest, arms thrown around his shoulders while he slips his own around your back. Your proximity leaves him drowning in your scent. 

The giggles don’t subside when he sits you down, not even when he begins opening random cabinets in search of a glass to get you some water. He’s had his fair share of experiences looking after drunk people, so he has a pretty good idea of what to do now. However, your sudden bout of commentary certainly doesn’t make it easier. “Isn’t it, like, super cool how the sun and the moon are, like—“ a hiccup, Jungkook settles on tap water “tooootally different beings, but, like— they, like, both maintain the earth?” Your hand reaches for his forearm when he returns, gives him this little squeeze in your excitement. “Like— Like they both have to, like— work together? To keep it perfect, y’know?” 

Jungkook pushes the water into your hands. You’ve got this sparkly sheen to your eyes, the one that most people get after one too many drinks, but it’s accompanied by this childlike wonder that leaves Jungkook breathless when you meet his gaze. “Yeah,” he says quietly. You beam. It’s blinding. So blinding that Jungkook promptly looks away, nudging the cup in your hands. “You need to drink this.”

You frown. “Boooo, so boring,” you huff. It’s nothing Jungkook hasn’t heard before, but it is a little disheartening to hear it from a stranger. He stamps the feeling down, pursing his lips as he gives up on letting you drink yourself. The cup is swiped from your hand and Jungkook tasks himself with making you drink it instead. And of course, like all wasted young adults, you put up a fight. “Ew, what is that?” you spit. 

Jungkook sighs. “Water.” 

At his defeated tone, the exaggerated grimace slips off your face, replaced with a rather solemn expression instead. Jungkook tries to take advantage of it and pushes the cup against your lip again, but all he really accomplishes is sloshing it down the front of your dress. You don’t yelp, but he does. “I’m so sorry,” he panics, sliding the sleeve of his shirt down around his thumb to wipe your chin. 

You let him, head tilted curiously to the side. Jungkook tries to ignore your analytical gaze until: “you’re cute,” you announce, and abruptly send him into shock. 

He recoils, face a blazing mess. “I’m—“ he chokes, swallowing when you wipe your hand down your own chest, leave a glistening layer of water over your sternum and down between your breasts. 

“Cute,” you repeat, downing the glass he had been trying to coax into you like it’s nothing now. With it gone, you don’t waste any time, throwing your hands around his shoulders, fingers brushing through the hair at the base of his neck. You pull him close, so close in fact, that he ends up having to hold the back of your chair to keep from accidentally crushing you with his weight. “Your name, pretty boy?” 

He can’t think. You’re so drunk and smell so good and are just so pretty— his brain short circuits. “Um I’m, uh, Jeon J—“

“Jeon,” you repeat, silly smile back on your face. You’re not technically wrong, so he nods along with a blush high on his cheeks. “Well, Jeon,” you purr, but you’re still so drunk, eyelids fluttering in a rather funny way. “I think that, like— me and you? We’re like, totally destined,” you ramble, “you should, like, take my number! And maybe we can, like— Netflix and chill one of these days?”

Jungkook doesn’t even know what that means, and honestly, he doesn’t really hear you over the thundering of his own heart and the bass in the other room. “Um, but you’re really…” he stammers, leaning back but a finger loops around one of his curls and he gasps when you pull at it. “You’re drunk,” he rushes out, lower lip trembling when your nose knocks against his. 

A soft hum, the sound sending electricity down his spine when you cup his cheek. “But don’t you think I’m pretty?” you murmur, eyes flickering to his mouth. 

“Yes,“ he chokes out, “you’re a very, very pretty girl. But I really shouldn’t—“

“Hey,” you shush, tilting his head just the slightest. Jungkook has never had a girl touch him like this, has never even touched a girl before either, but, well. He really wants to kiss you. And that’s saying a lot considering Jungkook has never kissed anyone before. 

Despite how good it feels, he knows you’re still really drunk. It’s with a decisive huff that he pushes away, hands on your waist to keep you from touching up on him any further. You’re not that strong anyway. And then he’s met with the biggest pout he’s ever seen, an absolutely distraught look on your face. 

Something in him says you’ll cry if he doesn’t explain himself soon, so he launches into it right away. “You’re very pretty,” he says, almost laughing at the way your entire face lights up immediately. “But you’re very drunk.” You huff. “You deserve to be treated like a queen.” Mostly regurgitating something he heard in a motivational video. 

It works. Eventually, you stop being fussy in his arms and settle with a frown. “You’re too nice,” you grumble, forehead on the countertop. He doesn’t see how it’s much better than the floor but he lets you be. “You got a girlfriend, don’t you?” 

At that, Jungkook laughs. “No,” he reassures you, hesitates, and then gently pats your back. Jungkook actually feels you melt under his touch. That sultry look is gone, replaced with this rather tranquil look that he doesn’t quite understand. 

“That was pretty,” you murmur, but Jungkook doesn’t quite hear. 

“What was that?” he asks.

“I said your smile was pre—“

“There you are!” someone hollers from the kitchen doorway, the shrill tone of their voice making both you and Jungkook jump. When he turns around, he’s met with the sight of a rather tall girl angrily stomping your way, eyes a blazing fire, fists clenched by her side. Jungkook realizes only a second too late that she’s looking at him. “Get off of her, you sweaty city-owned dumpster,” she hisses, using the strength of three football players to push Jungkook away. “You make me sick—“

“Doyeonie,” you beam, launching yourself into the angry girl’s arms. Ah. The Help had arrived. 

Said angry girl (Doyeonie?) is still using every mash-up of words possible to degrade Jungkook as she hauls you into her arms, shooting daggers every step of the way. “I can’t believe you would try to take advantage of a poor girl when she’s this drunk,” she spits. 

“What?” Jungkook coughs, cheeks warm. “I wasn’t—“

“Tell it to Campus Safety when I report you, you wannabe, dollar store Rain.” Jungkook clutches his chest at the acidity of her tongue, surprised anyone could be so mean. 

All things considered, this was actually good. Someone who knew you had come to take you to safety, meaning Jungkook didn’t have to look after you anymore. When this Doyeonie turns around, he’s met with your smiley face smushed against her shoulder. 

(It’s weird. He’s a little sad to see you go.) 

“Bye, Jeon,” you giggle, hand brushing down his arm, squeezing his hand, before you’re abruptly yanked away. Jungkook manages one weak wave, cheeks lit ablaze once more when you send him a silly air kiss from the doorway, urging him to catch it. He does, and he feels really silly when he puts it in his pocket, but he can hear your laughter for a second more before he loses you. 

The last few minutes being so hectic, he decides to go home. Parties weren’t really his thing. Jungkook doesn’t think he’ll ever go to one again. 

Until a few years later. 

“You’re, like, really pretty,” you slur, lips against his throat. Another invitation, this time, Taehyung’s birthday. His friend had practically begged him to come, knowing how Jungkook was. In the end, it had been you who had accepted on his behalf. 

“Baby, not here,” he laughs, hand on your shoulder when you try to shove your hand down his pants for the third time that night. 

Taehyung had been ecstatic to see Jungkook here. And then had quickly become annoyed when he caught the two of you making out in his storage closet an hour later. “Bro, don’t be that couple at parties,” he had groaned, locking the door behind him. 

Jungkook had laughed. “I wouldn’t know what ‘that couple’ is at parties,” he reminded him. 

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Well, I’m sure your girlfriend can fill you in.”

Apparently not. You’ve been trying to kiss him for the past three minutes but keep missing because you’re so drunk. “Just one,” you beg, so pretty but so drunk. The fake lashes you’d worn today make you look like a doll, batting them his way until he’s giving in, slotting his lips against yours. You’re probably going to throw up in his bathroom when you get home, so he should make the best of your kisses now. Jungkook pushes that thought aside as he reaches a hand out to wipe at the sweat accumulating on your chest. There’s something weird about the gesture, like he’s done it before at another party. But that doesn’t make sense; he couldn't have— this is his first party with you. 

“We should, like, leave,” you whisper against his ear, fingers burying themselves in his hair; when you pull on a strand, he nearly moans. “Go home. Maybe netflix and—“ a hiccup that makes him smile “—chill?”

Jungkook kisses your temple. “Sounds good to me, pretty girl.”

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