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I wasn't shitting you guys btw I actually made the one-sided radiostatic playlists
here is my lyrical masterpiece. both the vox version and the alastor one. done my best to make it as lyrically accurate as possible. @styrofauxm @onesidedradiostatic i hope you enjoy this (go check out the full lyrics for the songs on google if you can't listen to it but i recommend it because all of these are bangers) feat. my stupid commentary and vox's pathetic wet cat energy
Click to listen to the Vox one on YouTube
1. the hearse — matt maeson
thought this one fit so well lyrically. the "what was it like to feel in love" part i interpreted as vox asking himself that rather than alastor
❞ i am the man we both couldn't stand, i can't wash off the dirt from my hands, what was it like to feel in love? [...] i will never go backwards, i will never be free, i will never run faster; will you sink down to me? ❝
2. i'm just ken — ryan gosling
i'm not even adding lyrics to this one, everyone should have seen the barbie movie and this song at this point. this just HAD to be in there. can you feel the kenergy?
3. too many friends — placebo
less about alastor, more about vox's existential crisis
❞ my computer thinks I'm gay, i threw that piece of junk away on the champs-elysées as I was walking home. this is my last communique, down the superhighway. all that I have left to say in a single tome... ❝
4. creep — radiohead
i mean isn't this literally his theme song?
❞ when you were here before... couldn't look you in the eye. you're just like an angel. your skin makes me cry. you float like a feather in a beautiful world. i wish I was special. you're so fuckin' special. but I'm a creep, i'm a weirdo, what the hell am I doin' here? ❝
5. where evil grows — the poppy family
y'all seen the sonic movie? we need to see vox do that dance.
❞ i like the way you smile at me, i felt the heat that enveloped me and what i saw i liked to see. i never knew where evil grew. i should have steered away from you, my friend told me to keep clear of you but something drew me near to you ❝
6. one of us — ava max
i had to edit this one a bit in the video and cut out the part about the kissing because that for sure didn't happen
❞ one of us would die for love; one of us would give it up. one of us would risk it all; one of us won't even call. one of us could say goodbye, never even bat an eye... ❝
7. colorblind — amber riley
more pathetic wet cat energy brought to you by yours truly
❞ i don't think that i'll ever find that silver lining or reason to smile. you know i used to paint such vibrant dreams, now I'm colorblind, colorblind. when did my heart get so full of never mind, never mind? did you know that you stole the only thing I needed? ❝
8. arcade — duncan lawrence
more pathetic wet cat energy brought to you by yours truly
❞ a broken heart is all that's left. i'm still fixing all the cracks. lost a couple of pieces when i carried it, carried it, carried it home. i've spent all of the love I saved. we were always a losing game; small town boy in a big arcade, i got addicted to a losing game... all i know, all i know: loving you is a losing game. ❝
9. if i can't have you — skylar astin
i picked the version from zoey's extraordinary playlist on purpose because the context of this scene is that the dude who sings it hires a bunch of singers and dancers to confess in a public space as you, the viewer, sit there and cringe at him as he gets rejected. if that doesn't have vox energy, i don't know what does.
❞ i'm good at keepin' my distance (lie), i know that you're the feelin' I'm missing. you know that I hate to admit it but everything means nothin' if I can't have you. i can't write one song that's not about you, can't drink without thinkin' about you. is it too late to tell you that everything means nothing if I can't have you? ❝
10. do you want me (dead)? — all time low
when vox asks himself whether alastor wants him or wants him dead it's definitely the second option.
❞ i let it ride on a bet, i doubled down on a sinking ship; need a second to catch my breath: do you want me? or do you want me dead? oh, give it up for at least a second; i'm getting sick of your bullshit attitude and how you walk around like you shine brighter, it's killing me, so what do you say? do you want me? or do you want me dead? ❝
11. push — ryan gosling
i can't just put one musical number from the barbie movie in and not include the other one that fits equally as well.
❞ said, i don't know if I've ever been good enough. i'm a little bit rusty and I think my head is cavin' in. and I don't know if I've ever been really loved by a hand that's touched me, and I feel like something's got to give and I'm a little bit angry, well, this ain't over, no, not here, no; not while I still need you around. ❝
Ice-cold rejection & vicious mockery: Alastor's version
the contrast of this is the best part.
Click here to listen to the Alastor one on YouTube
1. little big boy — madds buckley
he doesn't go easy on him. this is 0 compassion and 100% roast.
❞ brimstone fire and eyes aglow, little big boy's making the whole world know his name. raised on pillars and shining lights, breathing smoke for the right to keep his place. never satisfied 'till they all see how big this little boy can be. well the water's rising; tide's comin' in. does little big boy know how to swim in a pond filled with fish bigger than him? ❝
2. i help you hate me — sunrise avenue
he's so helpful fr but it's not working unfortunately
❞ i broke many hearts throughout my days. yours was the hardest one to face. though, I've never been a saint, i still love you every day, just not the lover kind of way. i know you wanna see me falling out, falling out the window. i know you wanna see me crashing down, crashing with my plane. baby, i'm way too young to die but I'll help you get over me. ❝
3. no surprise — daughtry
this is one of my favorite bands, i'm glad i got to include this.
❞ it came out like a river once i let it out when i thought that i wouldn't know how. held onto it forever just pushing it down, felt so good to let go of it now. not wrapping this in ribbons, shouldn't have to give a reason why: it's no surprise i won't be here tomorrow, i can't believe that I stayed 'til today. there's nothing here in this heart left to borrow. there's nothing here in this soul left to save. don't be surprised when we hate us tomorrow. ❝
4. go screw yourself — avery
i can picture him 1:1 delivering a swing version of this when vox confesses to him
❞ i know i've been holding it in, the way i feel about you. something i've been dying to say but I don't know how you'll take it; oh please don't go; you should know these three words i've been holding back; trying to fight, i'mma let 'em out... these three words, gotta let you know, here I go: go screw yourself. i've had enough, yeah, now we're done. ❝
5. the audacity — emelyn
this one's such a bop honestly. had to cut it in the video because i can't picture alastor realistically crying over anything vox-related.
❞ think your opinions should be broadcast... even though no one's subscribing, listening or liking but by all means, keep whining. must be tough if life's so rough. you should buy a mic, start a podcast, even though, wait, nobody asked. [...] where do all these men find the audacity? no actually, i'm stunned by your stupidity. ❝
6. friends — halocene
this one had to be on here.
❞ have you got no shame? you're looking insane turning up at my door. it's two in the morning, the rain is pouring, haven't we been here before? [...] so don't go look at me with that look in your eye, you really ain't going away without a fight. you can't be reasoned with, i'm done being polite. i've told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times. haven't I made it obvious? haven't I made it clear? want me to spell it out for you? f-r-i-e-n-d-s ❝
7. can't catch me now — olivia rodrigo
he likes the attention def especially after his return
❞ bet you thought i'd never do it, thought it'd go over my head. i bet you figured i'd pass with the winter, be somethin' easy to forget. oh, you think i'm gone 'cause i left but i'm in the trees, i'm in the breeze, my footsteps on the ground. you'll see my face in every place but you can't catch me now. through wading grass, the months will pass, you'll feel it all around. i'm here, i'm there, i'm everywhere but you can't catch me now ❝
8. take a hint — victoria justice & elizabeth gillies
this is on every rejection playlist and it's gonna be on mine too. a bop even after all these years.
❞ ask me for my number, yeah, you put me on the spot. you think that we should hook up, but I think that we should not. you had me at "hello", then you opened up your mouth and that is when it started going south. [...] what about "no" don't you get? so go and tell your friends i'm not really interested. it's about time that you're leavin', i'm gonna count to three and open my eyes and you'll be gone ❝
9. no — madilyn bailey & megan nicole
more rejection for y'all. the world needs more mean aroaces and this playlist is my contribution.
❞ first you gonna say you ain't runnin' game, thinking i'm believing every word; call me beautiful, so original, telling me I'm not like other girls, i was in my zone before you came along, now i'm thinking maybe you should go ❝
10. oh no — marina and the diamonds
a classic.
❞ don′t do love, don't do friends; i′m only after success. don't need a relationship, i'll never soften my grip [...] i know exactly what i want and who i want to be. i know exactly why i walk and talk like a machine. i'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy. ❝
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Shut Up (teaser)
pairing; wen junhui x f reader (ft. xu minghao)
genre; smut (minor dni), angst, fluff
summary; You think you know about the world around you, but one day you find out you don't know anything. When you start to fall about it's your boss Wen Junhui who picks up the pieces and keeps you safe.
content warnings; a lot of dark themes including: sexual assault, murder, guns, knives, beating, fighting, selling of guns, selling/using drugs, alcohol/eating, crying and dealing with trauma, mild dubcon. mob boss!junhui, second in command!minghao, security!mingyu, assistant!reader.
smut warnings; hard mean dom!junhui, sub!reader, dom!minhao. unprotected/protected sex, creampie, threesome, multiple sex scenes, rough sex, impact play, degrading, pet names, degrading names, dumbfication/objectfication to a degree, hand job, fingering, oral (m&f receiving & giving), crying/dacryphilia, innocence kink (no explicitly said), breast play, body worship. I am very certain I have left something out.
w/c; 35.9k and some change (1.2k this teaser)
a/n; this fic is for my @onlyhuis. thank you for not only editing this for me but supporting me every single word along the way. i hope you enjoy this one so so much my little huihui. with that said -- this fic is VERY dark and could be a lot for some of you to read. please be sure to read the warnings before reading so that you are prepared for what you are reading.
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“I literally don’t give a fuck. Get his ass out of my sight.”
Your brows raise as you look down at the tablet in your arms when the sound of your boss's voice rings through the bar. Someone had pissed him off and you were just happy it wasn’t you this time. Wen Junhui was an important man to a lot of people and for a lot of reasons, most of those reasons you chose to ignore and just do your job.
There were a lot of things in your job that you had to ignore in order to keep it. Things like money appearing in large quantities with little to no explanation and meeting someone only to never see them again after they opened their mouth just a little too much.
Glancing towards Jun’s office, you watch as one such man is being pulled out by Xu Minghao, Jun’s second in command. You meet the desperate man’s eyes only briefly before dropping yours, but it’s enough to give him hope as he pulls against Minghao’s arms, trying to move back towards the bar where you were standing.
“Hey! Hey, lady, pretty lady! I'm in here all the time. You ‘member me right?”
Scoffing, Minghao shakes his head, nodding towards security at the front door for help. You watch under lowered lashes as Kim Mingyu takes one of the man’s arms, helping Minghao drag him towards the exit as he continues to ask you for help.
“I had the fuckin’ money! This is bullshit!”
You let out a breath you hadn't realized you had been holding when Minghao walked back through the door, letting Mingyu shut it behind them. Wiping his hands off on the front of his shirt, the man lifts his eyebrows at you as you try to look busy with your previous task.
“You’ve been told not to look at trash when I’m taking it out. You don’t remember things very well to be so pretty, Y/N.”
Sighing, you finally meet Minghao’s eyes as he leans against the bar in front of you. You knew what you had been told; it was just that it was easier said than done to ignore something kicking and screaming as they were being dragged out of a building.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve gone to the back when I heard Mr. Wen ye–express his displeasure.”
You watch as a smirk pulls at one side of Minghao’s lips when you correct how you talk about your boss and his best friend. He had a soft spot for you and he knew you were doing your best.
“‘Least you know what you should've done.”
“Hao!”
Looking back towards Jun’s office when his name is called, Minghao purses his lips and pats the bar with his hand before giving you one more lingering look. You watch him until he disappears into your boss’s office and the door is left cracked so that only a low conversation can be heard.
You spent most of your days and nights at Moonlight Lounge. Since you had been introduced to Jun and taken on the unique position of his personal assistant, your life had changed dramatically. You were in charge of managing most of his personal accounts—but never his business accounts—and you were the one who kept his schedule to the minute.
“Y/N!”
Hearing your name being yelled by Jun wasn’t an unusual occurrence but he didn’t sound pleased, though that wasn’t a new fact either. You weren’t friends with your boss and you weren’t sure if you ever would be.
Holding the tablet closer to your chest, you glance towards Mingyu, who grimaces at how your name was said before turning away as you turn towards the office door. Everyone knew that one moment could make or break how your day was going to go at the lounge, and you had caused more of a disturbance by looking at the man as he had been dragged out.
Knocking on the door, you slip inside, feeling two sets of eyes on you as Minghao sits against a sidebar console on the right of Jun’s desk and Jun himself sits behind the large desk with a frown on his face. Lifting your eyes you try to skirt around Jun’s eyes but the man leans his head to catch your gaze before sighing and pushing his tongue into his cheek.
“Sit down. Jesus Christ…”
He was in a mood and there was nothing you could do to change it. Slipping into the leather chair, you clear your throat and rest your tablet on your lap, straightening your spine so that you feel taller and less small under Jun’s gaze. Lifting his hand, he pushes his glasses up his nose before reaching for the tumbler of whiskey in front of him, taking a sip and sitting it down hard.
“Tonight we have some important guests coming to the lounge. I want to make sure we have some of the girls prepared to serve them but I want you to steer clear of that section.”
Furrowing your brows, you give him a confused look when he doesn’t yell at you for what happened but instead goes to your task for the night. Glancing towards Minghao, you slide the pen from your tablet and stutter for a moment before opening the notepad to take notes.
“I–wh–oh…sure. Do I know who the guests are? So that I can tell them? And so that I can make sure there are adequate refreshments for their visit.”
Jun narrows his eyes at you before letting them move along your frame appraisingly as you switch into assistant mode and out of scared little kitten mode. You were stunning and when you wanted to be, you could be fierce. You had shown it on more than one occasion but Jun still had an urge to keep a close eye on you, like he did anything else that belonged to him.
“They are…” Smirking, Jun looks over to Minghao, lifting his hands in a question before sighing. “Competition and nothing more, darling. Don’t give them top shelf; we don’t serve that to those who don’t deserve it.”
Swallowing hard at the pet name, you make some limited notes as Jun watches you carefully. It wasn’t the first time he had called you darling or some other variation of a pet name, but it still made you nervous every single time. Rolling his eyes, Minghao crosses his arms and leans his head back as he watches Jun stare at you. He knew exactly what he was doing, even if you didn’t.
“I think that handles everything. Make sure they are happy, but not too happy. I want them to be jealous of what they can’t achieve. You get what I’m saying?”
Nodding, you bite at your bottom lip, making Jun tilt his head as he watches intently. You mutter to yourself, writing down a few of the waitress's names along with your suggestions for how the guests should be handled before looking up to meet Jun’s eyes and feeling your cheeks burn at how he is looking at you.
“Uh, yeah, I mean, yes, sir, Mr. Wen. I’ll take care of everything.”
Gesturing towards the door, Jun smirks as you pop up out of your seat quickly, ready to leave. He knew he was intense and he knew you were crumbling under him. He wanted you under him in more ways than one, but he had patience and an inkling of respect about him.
“Good girl. I’ll see you tonight then.”
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I see that your requests are open👀
Can I get a fix of a modern Hobie taking us to a hello kitty cafe ORRR like my last ask hobie and reader being famous online and maybe they record abt them playing roblox together (horror games, da hood maybe fun games) and hobie gets in yet ANOTHER fight with someone cause they think reader and Hobie are edating
P.S It's 11pm and everyone is Asleep and now I'm scared cause I keep feeling like there's something watching me from the dark (that's edgy)
ANOTHER P.S hope u have a merry Christmas:3
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I understand, lovely because when u submitted this there's a loud scratching in my ceiling 😭 thank you for requesting! I chose the gaming one bc I couldn't resist a gamer Hobie 🥰 hope you had a very Merry Christmas! 🫶
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Gamer! Hobie and reader, FLUFF
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“Love, hide!” Hobie yells in his mic, mouse clicking rapidly as he panics to hide from the pixelated monster. He hears your screams bouncing around in his headphones.
“Where?! There's nothing here!” Your character frantically runs around as the monster is hot on your tail.
“You just passed it! Hold on!” Hobie exits his hiding place, intercepting the monster’s attention from you to him. “Hey, E.T. lookin' arse, over here!” the monster has now latched on to him, pulling aggro for you.
“Hobie, noooo!” You see Hobie's character get eaten in one bite. He groans at his death screen briefly before showing him your character watching in the background, emoting a crying face.
“Fuck you!” The monster turns around to chase you again. “Your sacrifice won't be in vain!” running, you play ring around the rosie with the monster, your screams of terror turning into laughter.
Hobie's spectating your POV, laughing loudly at your expense. He flicks his eyes to the second monitor to read the chat, his smiling morphing into annoyance.
“E-dating?! You think we're e-dating?! Chat, what the bloody hell?” Hobie moves so animatedly that his headset almost falls off.
He sees his chat go wild, their comments vary from ‘you've probably never seen her irl, bro’ to ‘They're definitely not! Have you seen them ogling each other through the camera?’
“Where's my fuckin' mod?! Ned ban their arse!” Hobie chuckles through his threat, clearly just joking. He still hears you laughing hysterically in his headphones, making him grin despite the bullying from his chat. Then he hears your character ‘oof’
“I died” you say dejectedly. “Fucker got me, looks like you sacrificed yourself for nothing, Hobie.”
“That's alright I forgive you because there's somethin' else that's more important.” He turns around in his chair, looking over his shoulder to look at the green cloth behind him. “Love, can you tell ‘em we're not e-dating and that we're literally in love”
Hobie opens his green screen curtain to reveal you sitting on your own desk, your back turned away from him. Your spare monitor shows his livestream, you quirk an eyebrow when you see yourself in his camera.
The chat goes completely wild, some spamming emojis, some are just straight up key smashing.
You look over your shoulder with a smile, waving at his camera. Swiveling your chair, you wheel towards Hobie's desk, laying your chin atop his shoulder. He holds your hand subtly under the desk, squeezing thrice.
“Is this enough proof?”
Everyone clipped the entire thing.
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The 3rd Act
AN: everyone thank that anon 🤪
Requested? By anon
Warnings: breakup news, messy comments, and shady posts 👀
Word Count: n/a
@'pagesix: Kentucky native, Jack Harlow and the daughter of Mateo Dominguez and Isabela Miller, Miriam Dominguez-Miller, split after two years from a source close to the Grammy nominated rapper. Details on why the couple split aren't known, but both remaim friends and still support each other's projects. Click on our bio for more
@'mackstan: I just fell to my knees 😭
@'miriamfan: they were just promoting Jack's cameo in SZA's music video 💔
@'mackshipper: April fools is in April, not rn
@'jackstan: as much as I joke about wishing Jack was single, this is lowkey sad
@'miriamhater: kinda pathetic that her name is always attached to her parents
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@'mdm: just entered my Broadway era 🥺😭 In all seriousness, I feel super honored to be part of the cast for the 30th anniversary of The Nightstmare Before Christmas. Being on Broadway is a dream come true and I want to thank everyone who's been so supportive of this. Can't wait for y'all to see what the cast and I have in store. Opening night on October 6th <3
@'katdominguez: since when did you stop being scared of this movie
-> @'mdm: I'm faking it till I make it 😭
@'saintclauds: proud of you bestirini 🥺
@'zendaya: already booking my ticket. I'll be in the front row
-> @'theestallion: get me a ticket too, I'll venmo you
-> @'Kehlani: me three
@'haileybieber: excited for this!
@'miriamstan: and when she wins a Tony then she'll be the youngest EGOT winner 🤭
-> @'miriamhater: yeah thanks to nepotism
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@'jackharlow: Denver out now
@'nuggets: 🔥
@'urbanwyatt: this was everything
@'shloob: ain't missed on a vid ever
@'nicolescherzinger: everything about this was breathtaking
@'twittergirlie: what if they posted the breakup news to get people talking about them so they could release their projects and get hype
-> @'mdmxjh: they don't need to provide fake news to get people to talk about them. They just have the misfortune of having people not root for their relationship like Justin and his wife
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Jack Harlow via Instagram Stories
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@'justjared: more than co-stars? Euphoria star, Jacob Elordi, and the daughter of Mateo Dominguez and Isabela Miller, Miriam Dominguez, were spotted out in New York. The Australian also shared a picture of himself with 24 year old actress backstage during rehearsals for their Broadway production of The Night Before Christmas. 🔗 in bio for more
@'internetstan: this mf collects nepo babies like infinity stones
@'jackfan: the New Balances, she knows where her loyalties are lol
@'miriamfan: the matching outfits down to brown shoulder bag 😭 Jack could never
@'zendayastan: isn't Miriam friends with Z? The number one rule of girl code is to no go after your friend's ex
-> @'miriamfan: first of all, Miriam and Jacob have explicitly said they are friends and co-stars. This is some bs click bait. Also Z and Miriam were spotted getting lunch a few days ago. I don't think Z cares her friend is working with Jacob. Do you think Z came for Laura Harrier when they did some perfume ad together or at Hunter who had several scenes with Jacob in Euphoria. This is work. People are bound to work with their friend's exes.
@'mackshipper: why only post this angle. There's a video on tiktok where a bee kept following Miriam and Jacob was using a paper to remove it off her
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@'mdm: I adopted Daisy Flor Dominguez-Miller three years ago. Miss when she was a puppy and not the sassy it girl that she has become
@'JosephDominguez: your ass still owes me for helping your sneak her in the house
@'medegutierrez: Panchito's bestie 🦦
-> @'calumhood: Actually Duke is Panchito's bestie, he told me himself
@'40yearoldweirdo: bring back natural makeup like this. None of that caked up shit
-> @'mdm: literally wearing full glam with lashes and a brown smokey eye be so fucking fr you weirdo
@'mackstan: they really broke up huh 😪😔 no more Jack being unserious in her comments 💔
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Jack Harlow via Instagram Stories
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@'jackharlowsource: some behind the scenes of 3D
@'jackxmiriam: he's in his outfit flop era. Miriam would style him DOWN
@'jackfan: he's on to better things like working with literal idols
-> @'miriamfan: Miriam introduced them when she and JK filmed their Calvin Klein ad. She's the reason why he has these connections
@'jackstan: can Miriam stans leave y'all are being annoying 🙄
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@'chismepage: awkward moments at Jay Z and Michael Rubin's Reform Alliance charity casino night when recent exes Jack Harlow and Miriam Dominguez-Miller, walk past each other with out another word. Sources at the party mentioned that Harlow greeted Mateo Dominguez and Isabela Miller, but curved their youngest daughter whom he had been in a two year relationship. It's still unknown why the couple split up. 🔗 for more
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@'zendayac.96: Z at the opening night of The Nightmare Before Christmas supporting long time friend Miriam Dominguez-Miller
@'zstan: two Emmy award winning besties
@'mackshipper: did anyone happen to see Jack 😭 I'm holding out for hope
-> @'tomsdaya: hold out for delusion bestie
@'twitterstan: need them to play lovers in a movie like yesterday
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Clay Harlow via Instagram Stories
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@'jackharlowsource: Jack at the Lousiville and Notre Dame game today on Oct. 6th
@'jackstan: since when does he have a dump truck back there lol
@'mackshipper: 😔 I was hoping he'd go to opening night 🥺 his parents, Clay and Clay's girlfriend went
@'miriamhater: he's living his best life now that the annoying nepo baby is done riding his coattails
@'twittergirlie: the mullet is mulleting
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@'jacobelordi: conquering opening night jitters the Evans siblings way
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@'mdm: no big deal just me at mother Kelly Clarkson's show talking about my directorial debut and Broadway then I closed the show with a teaser for Last Dance. Before y'all do your conspiracy theories, Tenemos Que Hablar was about my character and her first love interest. It has nothing to do with my personal life. Anyways watch me embarrass myself talking about the Justin and Kelly movie
@'mdmxjh: she left THEE Kelly Clarkson GAGGED with how effortlessly she did that note
@'twitterstan: nepotism aside Miriam is so fucking talented. The pop girlies are lucky she's mainly an actress.
@'mackshipper: was she shading Jack in her new song?
-> @'miriamfan: re-reading her fucking caption. It was made for the movie WAY before they broke up 🙄🙄🙄
@'saintclauds: you're a staurrr
@'andreiiosivas: Spotify when
@'Alinahunter: literally obsessed qith you 🥰 can't wait to see you on stage 1937383 more times
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@'saintclauds: my bestirini joined me on today's episode of Girl Chat. We talked about ice makers, Libra men with pretty hair and going back to school in the middle of performing a Broadway play
@'mdmfan: I love me some Miriam and Claudia 🤞🏻 they're so funny together
@'miriamstan: as an immigrant kid can she not set a new standard for us academically 😭 my mom is gonna be on my ass bc Miriam is doing her masters and Broadway at the same time
@'saintclaudsxmdm: when they would go 👀 at each other and change the subject 🤭 they have so much chisme lol
@'miriamhater: she couldn't even mention Jack's name when she talked about the movie 🙄 she's so annoying
-> @'mackshipper: can you leave her alone? If she doesn't want to mention Jack she shouldn't. She's not obligated to just because they were in a movie
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@'andreiiosivas: 🎁😎🥰
@'mdm: *Schmidt from New Girl* A libra man?! No!
-> @'andreiiosivas: why your surprised? The second thing you asked me what my Big 3 were 💀 I'm taking the icemaker back
-> @'mdm: no <3
-> @'miriamfan: Ariana what are you doing here
@'NFL: Joe Burrow gave him the best birthday present
@'saintclauds: no I get it
-> @'medegutierrez: 🦦
-> @'Alinahunter: okay I see it 👀
-> @'giahunter: y'all are so inconspicuous 😭 but 👀👀👀
@'twittergirlie: why are Miriam and her friends here 👀
@'twitterstan: he's a Libra man with pretty hair 👁👄👁
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@'jackharlow: Here I come
@Druski: miss you gang
@'claybornharlow: let's fucking GOOOO
@'laufey: hyped
@generationnow: 🔥up
@'miriamhater: a diss album 🤭 drag that bitch
@'messyman: idk if you saw but your ex bitch is in some other dude's comments
@'miriamfan: as long as he doesn't diss Miriam we're good
@'mackshipper: I'm a sucker for breakup albums but not my parents </3
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@'miriam_spottings: Miriam out with Princeton Alum/ Cincinnati Bengals wide receiver, Andrei Iosivas, after her sold out show at Minskoff Theater
@'twitterstan: are football players the new trend 😭
@'mdmxjh: I'm a child of divorce fr 💔
@'miriamfan: everyone was worried she was with her co-star only for her to pop out with an NFL player. It's kinda camp if you think about it 😭
@'mackshipper: no shade but damn that was quick
@'mdmstan: Miriam’s back in her WAG era we love to see it
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@'jackharlowsource: More videos of Jack at @'thehubpm
@'mdmfan: I'd be blasting corny breakup music too if my ex (that was WAY out of my league in the first place) was seen with a fine ass NFL player who went to an Ivy League
@'miriamfan: when you're at football games but her new man is IN them 😭
@'jackstan: Jack don't embarrass me like this be strong not petty 😭
@'jhxmdm: I didn't want it to end like this 😔
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Hey welcome back to my BG3 Hot Takes
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This session was inspired by @lipsie, gettin me ttalkin way too much. Yes I am aware that the tadpole changes things, and they have to make it balanced for the game blah blah blah- let a bitch complain.
Screenshots sourced from the Baldur's Gate 3 Wiki
Gale is the only character I feel is spec'd correctly, He's smart but fiuckin stupid, he has autism rizz, mam could not lift any box you asked him to, the only reason his constitution is 13 is because he's been dealing with the Orb and he's used to it by now.
Karlach should start with 20 strength and you CANNOT convince me otherwise, her charisma should be higher also, she's a ball of sunshine and could put the fear of god into anyone, and the line "Gods I wanna ride you til you see stars" will never leave my brain. Give this bitch a 15. She do be a little dumb I'll give you that.
Shadowheart is just funny to me, How can her wisdom be a 17 when she's been cloistered away for so long? Her wisdom is only a 17 in ONE SPECIFIC SUBJECT, a subject where she's forced to give up her memories. Memories are where we get our wisdom. Wisdom is gained through lived experiences, I'd give you the 17 for endgame Shart, but not start of game Shart. I'll take the 8 CHA cause she's a bitch (said with love, me too babe) but she knows enough to get what and where she wants so I think we should nudge it up to like 10.
Lae'zel.... I think it's unfair to put Lae'zel's intelligence at 10. Her wisdom being low, yeah i get that she's been cloistered away in a society that believes its the only way, it's all she knows. But intelligence? No. She might know much about Faeruns culture and people, but she knows EVERYTHING about the stars. And there's far more of that than there will ever be of Faerun. She's the funniest person we know, give her 9 CHA.
Wyll my beloved, do you airbrush those abs on? Do you wake up every morning and contour them? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU DO!!!!!!!!! SO WHO'S THE ASS WHO DECIDED YOUR STRENGHT WAS A FUCKIN 8??????? THE BLADE OF FRONTIERS SHOULD HAVE AT LEAST A 13. He deserve a 15 but I know they won't give it to him. Lipsie and I were talking about him and they're right, WHEN WE DUMP THE BITCH HE SHOULD RESPEC INTO BARD.
Astarion..... oh Astarion.... you're such a disaster. Such a wet cat of a man. Such a pathetic little mew mew. I shit on him a lot, but I do really love his character and development lol. LESS STR MAKE HIM WEAK, he has been starved and living off rats and shame, he can have his measly 8 AFTER he drinks... uh "Thinking" Blood. His CHA being 10 is perfect actually no notes. I personally think his actual INT should be lower, not too much lower, maybe 11/12, I knooooow he was a magistrate, but you can't tell me he's not giving himbo... no what was that word on the meme graph? Himbim? Himbim.
Halsin.......... 10 STR? 10?!?!?!?! You built him LIKE THAT and give him 10 STR?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!? What in the nine hells...... Weaker than Karlach of course, but 10????? Give that man 15 at least 8 INT???????????? 8???????? LARIAN WHY DO YOU HATE HIM???? Is it because he isn't Gale? Mans has been studying the mindflayers on his own, he's been studying the shadow curse... on his own. HE'S A MASTER HEALER?!?!?! AN ARCHDRUID?!?!?!?!?!?!? That takes time, study, and dedication. You wanna assign him himbo so bad. He's just a whole well rounded man with autism,. (Not a dig on himbos, quite literally my favorite genre of Man). This is just 'cause he fucks isn't it.
Minthara she's so much smarter than Larian gives her credit for. While I agree with the WIS, that's more a product of being so closed off, Her INT is much higher. I'd give her a 14? She cunning, just because it's used for Evil deeds doesn't mean she hasn't been she hasn't put a lot of thought into her work. She lived in Menzoberranzan for Gods' sake. She had to be smart or be killed?!? She's said so on multiple occasions! Just because she's Evil aligned doesn't mean she not smart. (She's just as smart as our average Bear according to Larian)
Minsc...... First off let me say that I love that they chose this image. A Bad Bitch. Anyways, anyone who doesn't find that dumb happy face charming is either lying or literally has a stick up their ass.... 12 CHA. Also why is he so weak? I know he isn't like actually weak... but mans chunked that mimic? Let him have 14.
Jaheira I'll give you the 10 STR, she's complained about her knees like three times in my most recent session. 8 INT? So what I'm getting here.... is anyone not an origin character is just baseline 8? Lazy. Especially considering she was ALREADY GIVEN STATS IN TWO PREVIOUS GAMES. In both BG1 and BG2 she has an intelligence of 10, and if anything she's only gotten smarter over time. I wasn't gonna do this... but left is 1 right is 2.
15, 14, 17, 10, 14, 15, and 15, 17, 17, 10, 14, 15
Make it make sense. I know she's old at this point, but in my game she killed Sarevok again so idk man.
Rip me apart in the notes ;)
But do it nicely...
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Falling Slowly - Chapter 3
Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader
Word Count: 2600+
Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!
Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.
Notes: This is the chapter where the start of my initial thought happens. Literally wanted to write one thing, but Tommy had other plans for me. If you want to know, it’s actually been in the fic moodboard since the beginning, but also check out this moodboard too.
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<<;Chapter 2<<
“Mornin’ sunshine!” Tommy greets his grumpy brother as he walks into his kitchen, immediately raiding the refrigerator for some food.
Joel grunts at him, taking another sip of his coffee as he watches his brother move about the room. He hadn’t seen him outside of work for a few weeks, but Joel’s truck needed a minor repair, and he’d needed a ride to work.
“...and I really think I can close that contract. Mrs. Jones loves me, and I could probably get her to agree to those upgra-”
“You got laid.”
“-upgrades. What? Why would you say that?”
Joel narrows his eyes. “Because you’re extra…chipper…When did you have time to find someone who would let you fuck them?”
“I get around.”
Joel puts down his mug and crosses his arms, watching Tommy flit about the kitchen, resuming his conversation about Mrs. Jones and moving into one about Daisy.
“Aren’t you gonna take that girl on a date yet?” Joel blurts out, cutting Tommy off mid-sentence.
“Who? Oh, Daisy? Nah, we’re just friends.”
Joel looks at him. “Yeah, friends who keep the condom companies in business.”
Tommy’s eyes snap to his brothers. “I never said we were fuckin-”
“Oh come on Tommy. Your entire body does this..shifty thing when you talk about her. Your eyes light up like she’s all that matters. And now? You have the “I fucked her” look on your face when you talk about her so don’t give me that crap.”
“I’m not supposed to tell anyone.”
“You didn’t tell me. I figured it out. But do me a favor and just ask that girl out already?”
Tommy shrugs. “I don’t know. But if it makes you happy, I’ll think about it.”
It’s been several months and our arrangement is going very well. I swear we’ve fucked on every surface of each of our homes, sometimes not even making it past a few steps in the door before we’re on the floor or up against a wall. When I asked him if he would attend a work party with me, he enthusiastically agreed, pushing me in the bathroom and bending me over the bathroom sink as I watched his face while he fucked me, those curls I love falling onto his forehead, some of them sticking to the sweat beading across his gorgeous skin. So things were going great. There was just one problem, a small one really.
I love him.
I’ll never tell him. I don’t want to risk losing him in any capacity, and if I’m being totally honest with myself, it would be really hard to go back to being just normal friends. I can’t get enough of him, his smile, his laugh, the jokes he cracks when we’re hanging out or when he’s buried deep inside of me, the touch of his skin on mine, the way his curls sometimes fall onto his face. He’s ruined me for other men and I’m totally ok with that.
But sometimes it makes me want to scream “What are you doing, Daisy?”
I do take solace in the fact that he hasn’t found someone either, whether from choice or not I don’t know. And that’s not something I want to ask myself. Not yet.
Shaking my head, I pull into the site lot where the project he’s working on is, walking up to the trailer and knocking, lunch bag in my hand.
“Come in.”
I open the door and he glances up, a smile spreading across his face when he sees me.
“Hey Daisy! I wasn’t expectin’ you.”
I hold up the bag from his favorite place. “I knew you’d be working late tonight and miss burger night so,” I shake the bag, walking up to his desk and placing it down on an unoccupied spot.
Tommy looks at me, his eyes soft when they meet mine. What is that look? Love? Nah, I’m probably projecting.
“Thank you, Daisy. That was really sweet. I didn’t expect this.”
“I brought something else.”
“Oh?”
I walk around the desk and Tommy pushes his chair back, turning it towards me as he looks up expectantly. When I drop to my knees between his legs, his eyes grow dark.
I spend the next several minutes pulling as many sounds as I can from this man, wiping my mouth when I stand.
“Hope you enjoy lunch.”
“Is it ok if I invite Daisy to Sarah’s birthday party?”
Joel looks over at his brother from his side of the truck. “I don’t think so.”
Tommy furrows his brow. “Why? She’s been around a few times. Her and Sarah get along. "
“You take her on a proper date yet?”
“Who are you? Mom?”
Joel shakes his head. “I don’t want you bringing strange women around my daughter.”
“She’s not a strange woman. She’s my friend.”
“Any woman you’re fuckin’ but refuse to have an actual conversation with to define your relationship is being disrespected by you. And I’m not letting you set the example to my daughter that that’s ok to be treated that way.”
Tommy’s mouth falls open. “Hey, fuck you man. We are definied. Friends with benefits.”
Joel gives his brother a look. “You know there’s more to it than that. Any idiot can see it. Except you two, apparently.”
I had to go a couple of time zones away for work, hating the time I have to spend away from Tommy. Maybe it's a good thing? We are nearly always together and we aren't even together. Officially.
The jet lag hits me hard when I get back and swear all I've done the last 2 days is sleep. On the third day, I manage to force myself from bed to take a shower and start to unpack. I have a bad habit of waiting to do that, usually from being sad the trip was over. This time, I was happy to be back so I could see Tommy, and while he did pick me up from the airport and bring me back home, he ended up leaving, demanding I get sleep and feel better. He'd dropped by a few times and brought me food, but he ended up leaving, saying he could see I was trying to stay awake when he was around and he just wanted me to rest.
I grab my toiletry bag and head into the bathroom, pulling things out of the bag and putting them away. I have a small basket under the sink where I keep my travel items. I open the door and grab it out, putting everything away. When I go to put it back, something is blocking the basket, annoying the shit out of me. I bend down to see what could possibly be blocking me from just putting my crap away. A small box of tampons had fallen from the top of the drawer set I have down there to organize other things. Rolling my eyes, I grab the box of tampons and angrily shove them where they go, pushing the basket into it’s proper spot. I close the door and stand up, stretching. Heading back into my closet, I dump the clothes from my suitcase into my laundry hamper. Even if I didn’t wear them, I’m still washing them. Shoving the suitcase in it’s storage place at the back of the closet, I close the door and sigh, glad that that was finally over.
I head to my kitchen and make a little lunch. Nothing major as I still haven’t regulated back from my trip. I’m about 7 spoonfuls into my vegetable soup when I realize something, like a puzzle piece I’d been staring at for hours that finally jumps out to slide into it’s place.
The tampons.
I shove myself back from the table and walk with purpose to my bathroom, yanking open the cabinet door and feeling around for the box of tampons. I grab it and pull it out, peering inside. Only a couple were missing, as I’d just needed a couple near the end of my last period. Which was…when exactly?
I grab my phone off it’s charger and flip to my calendar, counting back days and realize…I’m late. I’m never late. I can set my watch to my period it’s always so precise. But…I’m not even feeling sick? Aren’t you supposed to feel nauseous?
I know it’s just jet lag, but I should grab a test to officially rule it out. Just to calm my now racing mind. I mean, Tommy and I doubled up, he with condoms and me with birth control. These things are supposed to prevent this kind of….problem.
I pull on some sneakers, not even bothering to change out of the athleisure outfit I had on, and go to the closest store that would sell what I need with the least chance of me running into someone I know. I stand in the isle, staring down what feels like a hundred rows of tests, all advertising the same thing in different ways. In the end, I decide to buy 2 in case I fuck one up. I go with something called a “pink dye test” and another that just reads it out to you in plain English.
By the time I’m done reading the directions, my hands are shaking so bad. I don’t know why, as there’s no way I’m pregnant. The directions say it’s best to test first thing in the morning with your first pee of the day, but there’s no way I’m waiting for that. Somehow I manage to not pee all over the place, setting the sticks upside down in the wrappers and turning on the timer for 3 minutes. The longest 3 minutes of my life. I take the time to putter around my bathroom, absentmindedly cleaning off random things until the timer goes off. Ok, so when these say negative, I’ll give myself a few days to not be exhausted and, if I still am, I’ll make an appointment with my doctor. No big deal. Just ruling this out. I grab the one that just reads it to you, thinking this would be easier than trying to figure out of I was seeing 2 lines or 1. I take a deep breath and exhale, flipping the test over, my eyes focusing on the tiny box that would read out my fate.
PREGNANT
I laugh. I actually laugh out loud. And not quietly, more like a full body laugh, my head tipping back with the force of it. Which is probably not the most mature response, but this test is faulty. I would get the one faulty test in their lineup. I mean, it even says it’s not 100% on the box. I reach for the pink dye test, flipping it over, feeling the smile that was on my face start to falter as I look down.
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Two lines. That…wait that can’t be right. I snatch the directions off the counter, eyes scanning for the part about reading the results. It says 2 lines means pregnant. It says some other things but I suddenly can’t focus, my eyes snapping back to the 2 little tests on the counter, 2 little sticks that are changing the entire course of my life. Assuming I want it. Do I want it? I don’t not want it. What am I saying? Do I really want to have a kid? Now? If I was going to have a kid with anyone, I’d want it to be Tommy. Fuck, what the hell am I going to tell Tommy?
He texts me a couple hours later to check on me and I tell him I’m feeling better but still tired and need a couple more days. He doesn’t question this and why should he? He says he’ll see me Friday, our weekly Netflix and chill night and I can’t say no. If I do, he’ll suspect something.
“She’s alive!”
Tommy smiles at me, that ear to ear grin that I find so damned endearing as he pulls me in for a tight hug, kissing the side of my head.
“I missed you, Daisy. You feelin’ better?”
“Eh. I’m not sure.”
“Still?” He crooks his finger and tilts my jaw up, his eyes roaming over my face and I almost crack then.
“Your eyes do look…odd. You need to go to the hospital or somethin’? I can drive-”
“No. No, I’ll be ok.”
He doesn’t look convinced as I pull myself from his grip, every inch of me begging to be closer. We get the food set up and I manage to eat some, nerves killing my appetite. We settle onto the couch and he pulls me up next to him, resting his head on mine. As much as I don’t want to move, I have to tell him. It’s eating me alive and I can’t…I need him on this. I need to talk to him, my best friend.
“Hey, Tommy?”
“Mmm?”
“I need to tell you something.”
He lifts his head and pauses the movie, turning his head to give me his full attention. My eyes meet his, soft and warm, and I almost choke. It’s killing me to break this happy buzz he has going on.
“I…I don’t really know how to tell you this-”
“You found someone else?” He chuckles, but it’s nervous, like he isn’t quite sure, his eyes bouncing between mine.
“What? No, never.”
“Phew! Well then, darlin’, anythin’ else you have to say can’t be bad.”
“It’s big.”
“So am I.” He waggles his eyebrows and I punch his arm.
“I’m trying to be serious, Tommy.”
“Alright, alright. I’m sorry.” He pretends to lock his lips and hand me the key, his big eyes settling on mine.
I take a deep breath. It’s now or never.
“I’m p-pregnant.”
Tommy laughs, his body shaking with it, his head tilting back with it, very similar to my initial response and I can’t help the soft smile that appears on my face for a second or two at this parallel.
“Ok, ok, Daisy. Pregnancy isn’t something to joke about.”
“You’re right. It isn’t.”
His laughter starts to fade, his eyes still meeting mine as I will him to finally realize what I’m saying. The moment it does, I can see it - the smile dropping, his eyes growing wide, and he starts nervously stammering.
“I-I…uh wh-what…uh…when….why-”
“I’ve been feeling exhausted since my trip, realized I hadn’t had my period, took a few tests to rule it out, and…” I gesture to my stomach. His eyes flick down to where I gestured, somehow growing wider, as if he could already see a belly. Which is crazy because I’m too early. Right?
I need to read a book.
“P-pregnant? But that makes no sense! I suited up and you - you said you were on birth control.”
“I am. Well, was. When I found out I was pregnant, I stopped taking the pill. And no, I never missed a dose. Always took it on time.”
“Then h-how?”
“Sometimes these things just…fail. I guess. I mean, it does say like 99% effective.”
His breathing has picked up, his chest starting to heave with the weight of it all. He starts glancing around the room, looking for any indication that I was joking. When he finds none, he stands abruptly.
“I-I can’t be here. I gotta..I gotta go.”
“Tommy-”
But he doesn’t stop, tripping over his feet and yanking open the door after fiddling with the lock, slamming it behind him as he all but runs towards where he must have parked his truck.
I don’t know what I expected. I guess maybe more…anger? That wasn’t like him. Talking? Maybe. Nervous support at least? Something. But Tommy storming out like I’ve told him he has 5 seconds before I'm dunking him in a tank full of piranhas? I didn’t expect that. The man was in Desert Storm - I thought he couldn’t get freaked out. When he gets back, I’ll have to ask him about that.
He will come back, right?
>>Chapter 4>>
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"Yer a whole fuckin' asshole and a half, yeah? What the fuck did ya do?"
Suna's voice is groggy. His throat is dry, maybe it's from the night he had, maybe even his body is tired of it all. "Too fucking early for this, Miya. What're you talkin' about?"
"Kana? You kissed Kana when YN was waiting on ya." Even through the phone, Suna can hear it: the seethe in Atsumu's voice, one he knows all too well when something so personal ticks him off. He's hissing out the words, like Kana's name, like it's venomous even to say it.
"I didn't. The fuck are you talking about, you dumbass? Quit running your mouth ‘bout shit you don't know, yeah?"
"Oh yeah? What's that picture all over Twitter then? And then to drop YN after that without explanation. Bro, that's fucking low—"
"Jesus christ—listen, stay out of—"
"Nah, you listen Sunarin. We thought you'd be good to YN, that's why we let ya be. But yer dumber than I ever been for doin' that to YN. Jus' cause Kana's your bestfriend doesn't mean she decides everythin' for ya. Grow a fuckin' pair."
Then there's loud beeping that nearly deafens Suna—it really is too fucking early for this—for anything, in fact.
Suna feels his stomach flipping, over and over, churning in the worst way possible. He swipes open his notifications and the first thing that greets him in bold, capital letters are headlines.
But his phone chimes again, and again, and again, the sound feels like dread filling him up with each one.
He sits up on the couch. His body hurts and he isn't sure if it's because he stayed there, refusing to be in the same room as Kana—sleeping in his room as if everything would be okay between them somehow—or if it's all mental.
Headlines officially confirming his "committed relationship" with Kana.
And a stolen picture of his lips on her—well, truly, her lips on his. Posted last night, at eleven while he was busy trying to make it up to the bestfriend he'd almost let something bad happen to.
Posted last night, when you were alone and finally decided you'd never mean to him as much Kana does.
Only, that's where you were wrong. But you didn't know that.
It's no wonder you've given up, looking back at everything that's happened in such a short amount of time. Where things stand, even after all that's said and done, Suna has never felt more lost.
To make things more suffocating for him, Kana's still in the apartment with him.
But right there, he realizes something has to finally change.
Except Suna is met with the fact that you're gone—truly gone from him this time. He dials your number, searches you up, and in a final attempt, tries to message you.
You have him blocked. Everywhere.
Suna understands you should hate him by now, even more when he's bothering you after letting you go the way you wanted him, maybe now—even more as he picks up Kana's phone on the living room table because he just has to call you. Even if it meant using the phone of the exact reason you and him were an impossible thing now.
In another universe, Suna would call you, even if it meant it would be through Kana's phone, even if you'd hate his guts for it.
Even if he shouldn't.
Suna doesn't, though. In fact, Suna can't. Because as Kana's phone clicks unlocked—it's your name and a string of messages from Kana.
In his living room, broken from losing you, Suna couldn't even hear the sharp intake of breath he takes.
Something had to change—but he didn't think it would be so dire.
『 twenty-ninth / one: we were something 』
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notes:
— suna was TIRED as hecc so it ended up being that atsumu was calling him NONSTOP til he woke up :3
— i just realized this thing i've had ever since i stopped the smau was actually supposed to go first :3 MY BAD this is what happened literally just moments before the next chapter GOMENASAI OKAY
— hehehehe... my bad...
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never apologized
warnings/notes: reader is preggers, angsty angst, Katsuki being an asshole, ya'll aren't good at feelings, heated argument that leads to a divorce, reader moves out to seek shelter until they can get back on their feet at the Aizawa's bc he's such a dad and his s/o is such a parent :3
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“The fuck’s wrong with you, bitch?!” he roars, despite the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “I don’t know, that’s a really good fucking question, asshole!!” you scream back at him. “I have been driving myself insane–” “Then stop driving yourself nuts, easy fuckin’ peasy!” he interrupts, “Making a complete ass of myself!” you scream over him, remembering all those times he’d flat out ignored you. You tried to be an understanding spouse for the longest time. “I tried literally everything I could, everything possible–” “Everything possible, my ass! You just cling then nag, nag, nag!”
You tried to give him a chance. More chances than you could count. You already had everything you owned packed and moved out. “I tried to keep what we have!” “What we have?!” he replies, incredulously. At this point, what he was doing…was neglect. He hasn’t even noticed your growing belly. “You just continue-” “Nag!” “-to fling yourself-” “Nag!” “-at your fucking work-” “Nag! See?!” he roars louder than before, and your tears finally fall.
“You are annoying! We might as well have nothing because of you! Fuckin’ crybaby, don’t know why I even married you!” he spits, venomously. Silence follows as you tremble, enraged. Crybaby. You feel scalding heat and prickling cold flow through your veins, numbing all of your senses. Crybaby. And all that’s left is your raging maternal hormones accompanying your fury. Crybaby.
Something in you snaps.
“Fine.” you agree, your voice wobbly, your tears still flowing. “Since you hate crybabies so much, you won’t be able to see your fuckin’ child, I’ll make damn sure of it!” you seethe, marching to the front of the lonely luxury apartment. You needed to get out. You refused to take any more. “I hope a villain cuts off your balls, because you’d be a worse father than Endeavor ever was!” you screech at him as you fling open the door with strength you never knew you had, “Fuck you, Katsuki! Consider us divorced!!” and shut behind you, leaving a shell shocked bastard behind. You scurry down the hallway, forgoing the elevator, in favor of the stairs. You attempt to mash in the code several times, tears blurring your sight, before the door finally clicks.
"FUCK!!"
You could hear him roar--crashes and angry explosions following as you push open the door, hurrying down several flights of stairs and to the vehicle that would take you away, adrenaline rushing through you, with only one goal in mind; to get as far away as possible from your shattered home.
You stride through the reception hall, pushing open the final doors, trembling and sobbing. It was raining, absolutely pouring, but you could see a familiar dark figure ahead on the phone, standing beside his vehicle, waiting for you.
You make the last paces, all but plowing into him, earning a grunt from him. "They're here." he says to the person on the other end, hanging up on them and wrapping both arms around you for a brief, tight squeeze, as you sob. "I got you, now, problem student." he tells you comfortingly. He reaches to open the back door of the car. "I'm taking you home, alright?" he says, coaxing you into the vehicle. Once you're seated, a soft and grateful "Thank you, Aizawa-sensei..." passes your lips. His eyes widen momentarily, a soft huff escaping him as he smiles fondly. "No problem, kiddo." he says, then closes the door before getting in, himself. Seats are buckled, the engine is started, headlights are turned on...and he begins the journey to where you will call home until you get back onto your feet. He and his spouse agreed to help you out after you broke down confiding to him, however long you needed.
You stare out the window at the passing buildings. Even though your marriage with him was as good as over forever, you still couldn't help but remember.
When did everything go so frigid? You couldn't help but remember...the beginning.
The pouring rain brought back those memories. The good ones.
He was so warm. You remember every single one of his expressions. The way he'd pout, face pink when you got the upper hand over him. His wide grin as he'd laugh along with you. The soft smile as he held you close.
You remember him being far more nervous than you were when it came time to meet the parents. Trust me, you were a nervous wreck when you went to meet his parents. He'd nitpicked about every little thing. Everything had to be perfect, he insisted, despite your constant reassurances.
When he proposed. The wedding. The blissful years after, then...
When did your marriage fall through? Honestly, you might not be sure.
You could feel your eyes stinging from crying, desperate for sleep.
You thought he loved you. He was your only.
Against your wishes, they begin to close.
You just want everything to be...like it was, before.
But you knew that was impossible...so you dream.
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sunshine state
TWO: TONGUE TIED
pairing: benny miller x f!reader
WC: 8.7k sorry
warnings: 18+ mature=minors skedaddle! drinking & recreational drug use (weed)—don’t do drugs kids!—drunk!benny, dirty dancing, fake dating, bi!santiago
summary: you accompany Benny to a party with people from his high school, and agree to be his fake girlfriend to make his cheating ex jealous. you’re not totally convinced you’re as important to Benny as he is to you. But, as the saying goes: en vino veritas.
a/n: SORRY FOR THE WAIT! i hope the length makes up for it <3 I love y’all very much. hope you enjoy.
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PART TWO: TONGUE TIED
You heard him before you saw him.
It was the same as usual: the shuffling of feet outside your apartment door, the familiar turn and click of the lock, then the swinging of your door open, bringing a rush of hot humid air into your air conditioned apartment. Like clockwork.
“You have no fuckin’ idea how much that prick Lance pisses me off,” were the first words he uttered before kicking off his tennis shoes at the mat and shutting the door behind him.
“Well, hello to you too, Benjamin.” You mumbled, not even bothering to turn around from the Kraft mac n cheese you were stirring on the stove.
It was Friday, and you had forgotten to go grocery shopping yesterday, which meant that you were running low on, well, everything. So it was Kraft for dinner tonight.
“I mean, Tuesday he tries to correct my form, which, like, as if, and today I catch him checking out one of my clients who is sixteen, mind you.” He burst incredulously.
That was something you loved about Benny; how even without being able to actually see him right now, you could hear the disdain in his voice–he was just that expressive. While you tended to hold your feelings close to your chest, Benny was an open book. You could always read him.
“Do you know how to knock?” You threw over your shoulder sarcastically, stirring in the packet of powdered cheese. You heard him scoff.
“Uh, you gave me a key,” he jiggled his keychain. You rolled your eyes, turning to face him.
“Yeah, for emergencies, Ben.”
“Yeah, well, Lance is a fucking emergency.” He shot back, then continued as if there hadn’t been any interruption at all, “I mean, even if she wasn’t a fuckin’ kid, it’d be a creep thing to do.” He made his way over to you in the kitchen, narrowly avoiding a swat from Salem, who was lounging in the sun spots that danced through your open window. He came to lean on the counter next to your stove, facing you now. “But her mom was literally waiting like thirty feet away. Like, come on, man.”
“He better pray I never meet him, because if he’s even half as bad as you say, I won’t be able to be held accountable for my actions.” You pointed your spatula at him.
“And I wouldn’t blame you either.” he drawled, moving to root through your kitchen drawers. You ignored him, humming along to the Bruce Springsteen song that was playing pleasantly through your portable speaker that was sitting on the windowsill above your sink.
“I ever tell you you can sing?” Benny said casually. You barked out a laugh.
“Ha! Okay, what do you want, Miller?”
“What?” he asked, feigning offense. “Can I not compliment one of my dearest friends in the whole world–”
“No,” you replied haughtily. “You cannot, especially not when I know that tone and that you’re about to ask me for something.”
He’d grabbed a spoon out of your drawer and dipped it into your pot of mac n cheese.
“Hey!” you shrieked, hitting his shoulder and grabbing for the spoon. He shoved the spoon into his mouth before you could pry it from his hand. “Get your own!”
“Just did,” he muttered cheekily, chewing the cheesy noodles. You glared at him.
“Asshole,” you grumbled under your breath, trying to fight off the smile spreading across your lips.
“How was your day?” he asked casually, ruffling your hair. You swatted him away, turning to face him. He’d retrieved a bag of BBQ potato chips from your pantry that he’d left there last time he was over, before making his way over to your adjoining living room and plopping down on the couch.
“That’s what you have to say after breaking into my apartment and robbing me for all I’m worth?” You raised your eyebrows.
“Hey, I bought these. Just left them here. That means, technically, they’re mine.”
“Mmhmm,” you hummed, knowing full well that he was telling the truth. You just liked to mess with him. “Sure, Miller.”
“Whatever,” he snorted. “I’m watching Rick and Morty, it’s my turn to choose.”
“‘Kay, but don’t put on–”
“--the pickle Rick episode, I know.” He finished for you, casting you a look over his shoulder that said “really?”
You didn’t care; Pickle Rick was creepy, and you’d never have him curse your TV screen again.
It’d been nearly two months since the first time you’d gone for drinks with the guys, and so much had changed.
To begin, Santi moved away–nothing permanent, you’d been assured, though you got the impression that he wasn’t one to stick to one place–and he’d gone to do some “freelance work,” in South America, whatever that meant. You had a feeling that “freelance,” meant “illegal,” and there was a reason he was so vague about where he was going, with all of you, the guys included. You weren’t sure if you wanted to know.
Since your first outing with the guys, you’d gone on many, many more; From weekly bar nights, to family dinners at the Morales’, to cook outs that Will hosted the last saturday of every month. You’d met and absolutely fallen in love with Frankie’s wife Mari, who’d practically burst at your addition to the group, claiming it was “about time,” she wasn’t the only girl. She’d joined you all for drinks when she’d been able to, but you’d still not seen much of Will’s fianceé Anna.
You’d conversed with her a little bit at the cookout, which had been held at hers and Will’s house, but the conversation had been… stiff, at best.
You’d tried to be objective with Anna. Truly, you had. But with the looks she’d been shooting Frankie all night, and the little backhanded remarks she’d made about Benny’s job fighting, she’d made it harder and harder to like her. Even Mari, arguably the kindest woman you’d ever met, didn’t like her, from what you could tell. You’d noticed that Will’s smile seemed to dampen a bit whenever she was around, never really reaching his eyes. It made you wonder all the more why he was still with her. You held your tongue, though, and smiled through the uncomfortable cookout.
The biggest change, though, since that first eventful night at the bar, was your relationship with Benny.
In just two months, he’d gone from your good acquaintance, to one of the people you interacted with the most. Even more so than Will, who had been putting in less and less hours at the museum lately. He claimed that his work at the VA was leaving him swamped when you asked him about it, but something in the way he put it made you a bit skeptical. The thing was, because Will was such a genuine, honest person, it was easy to tell when he wasn't being completely truthful. You didn’t push it though, sensing that whatever it was, he didn’t want to talk about it. And, with seeing Will less, came seeing Benny more.
The new discovery of his apartment being just down the street from yours meant that whenever he was bored or feeling particularly wired, you were the person he’d call. Whether it be midnight runs to CVS for shitty ice cream, or Saturday walks in the park, he had, in Benny Miller fashion, wormed his way into your life in the best way possible. He’d catsat Salem one weekend when you had to go back home for a family event you couldn’t get out of, and then done shots and watched the Bachelor with you when you got back from said family-event-from-hell. Benny had been the first person you’d thought to give the spare key to your apartment to when a string of break-ins happened on your street, and he’d taken complete advantage of that since then, letting himself in at the most random times, but never actually intruding on your privacy or space.
And now, here he was, sprawled out on your couch for the third time this week, using your Netflix subscription to watch his favorite show.
Shoveling your mac n cheese into a bowl, you chuckled to yourself, imagining what your mother’s reaction would be at his presence in your house. You could see it now: she’d gasp your first and middle name, hand on her chest, absolutely mortified at you having a stranger in the house.
The truth was, though, that Benny wasn’t a stranger—not anymore. He was one of your closest friends, the thorn in your side, the one who forced you to leave the house and socialize, the person you wanted to talk to about everything. He was a great friend. In fact, you’d even venture to say that he’d become your best friend in the past two months. Certainly the best one you’d had since the move. The love you felt for him was so palpable, so real, and not even in a romantic way. This was Benny. The guy who loved his friends like family and his family like himself. The asshole who’d eaten all your microwave popcorn, the little shit that would not stop messing with your cat no matter how many times you told him she didn’t like being picked up. The affection you had for him made your chest ache a little bit. Even disregarding the (not so) little crush you had on him.
“Oh my god, I fucking love this episode! Honey, get in here, it’s funny, I swear—“
You rolled your eyes at his insistence. He was determined to get you to like Rick and Morty, even though, to be completely honest, you found it stupid. But, he was your best friend. So you watched it anyway.
Benny was wonderful. Benny was, in that annoyingly perfect way, wonderful. But still, you wondered. Well, not necessarily wondered; it didn’t take up too much of your time. However, sometimes, on days like this when you were going about your day, when Benny was blissfully unaware, you wondered if this friendship was as big a deal to him as it was to you. If you were a best friend to him, or if you were just someone to pass his time with while his real friends were preoccupied.
Glancing over at Benny in your living room, bobbing his head along to the theme song, you shook your head, ridding it from your brain. You grabbed a spoon and a can of the blackberry hard cider that Benny had forced you to buy before you made your way over and plopped down next to him.
“Okay,” you sighed, focusing on the cartoon in front of you. “How many episodes of this do I have to watch before we switch?”
“I resent that,” he said plainly, eyes still focused on the T. V. in front of him. You shoveled a spoonful of mac n cheese into your mouth, rolling your eyes at him.
“I’m just saying,” you leaned back, crossing your feet to rest on the coffee table. “that there’s a reason that cartoons are for kids. This is what happens when adults meddle where they shouldn’t.”
“The hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Uhm, shit’s creepy.”
“Oh my god,” he laughed. “Is this about pickle Rick again? I told you, I’m sorry for that—“
“It was scarring, Benny!” You defended, remembering the first time he’d forced you to watch the show.
To be fair, neither of you were in the best state of mind when it’d happened. About three weeks ago, after a particularly grueling day at the office in which Will was a no-show and Paula was up your ass, like clockwork, Benny had shown up at your apartment. With weed, this time. He’d actually knocked before coming in, so when you opened up the door to him grinning like a maniac, holding up the small plastic bag of green substance, you rolled your eyes before letting him in.
“This has gotta be good,” you’d begun, crossing your arms over your oversized t-shirt. You raised an eyebrow at the bag.
“Cmon, don’t be like that, honey.” He teased, jiggling the bag. “It’ll be fun.”
You laughed, making your way into the living room before falling backwards on the couch.
“I haven’t smoked since college, Benny.” You gave him a tired look.
“And that’s exactly why it’ll be so fun. Who said anything about smoking it, anyway.”
“Where’d you even get this shit anyway?” You asked, standing up and grabbing the bag, inspecting it. You sniffed it.
Ok, wow. Yeah. Definitely weed.
“I know a guy,” he said flippantly, hands on his hips. “Look, if you don’t wanna, that’s ok. We can order a pizza or somethin’. Just thought I’d offer since I can’t cook for shit, and I really wanna bake it into something. My lungs can’t take that shit with the gym and fighting and all.”
“Ah, so you’re using me, huh Miller?” You egged him, smacking his shoulder playfully. “For my amazing culinary skills?”
You smacked him again, hitting his chest this time, and with a chuckle he caught your hand, effectively pinning it to his chest.
“Alright, alright, har, har, har.” He sent you a mischievous smirk. “You wanna do it, or not?”
You regarded him for a moment, eyes narrowed with a smile. Your hand felt like a brand on his chest, his own hand still loosely around your wrist.
“Oh, what the hell.” You sighed in defeat, and before Benny could let out a ‘yes!’ you added, “but I get to choose what we bake it into.”
You’d ended up choosing brownies; predictable but reliable. And lord did you regret it.
It had all been fine—up until you got to the sleepy part of your high, and Benny had made the executive decision to put on Rick and Morty. An hour later saw you with your face in his shoulder, terrified at the T.V. in front of you as rats devoured pickle Rick.
“Whatever,” Benny’s voice to your left snapped you back to reality. “Baby.” He added under his breath. You smacked him in response, eating your dinner, eyes glued to the screen.
A few minutes later, Salem sauntered over from her spot on your floor; the sun was beginning to set, and was no longer doing its job of warming her. She jumped up on the coffee table, as she usually did when you ate on the couch, and stared you down, tail swishing behind her.
“No,” you looked at her. “You are not getting any of my mac n cheese. I gave you tuna for dinner.” Her ear twitched in response. There were times that you swore that cat could understand you.
“And she’s fat enough as it is.” Benny pointed out from next to you. Salem’s head turned to him for a moment before turning back to you, yawning.
“Don’t say that.” You said to him, “she’s fluffy.”
“Mmm,” Benny narrowed his eyes at Salem, whose own eyes were burning into him in what looked like a glare. “Do you see that?!” He exclaimed dramatically. “She’s glaring at me!”
You rolled your eyes. “Cats don’t glare, Benny.”
“Uh—this one does! Look at her!”
Finished with your dinner, you put the empty bowl on the side table, before scooping up Salem, who situated herself on your lap. She was in an agreeable mood today.
“That cat doesn’t like me,” Benny was staring at her as she settled in.
“She doesn’t like anyone, Ben.”
“She likes you.”
“—She tolerates me. There’s a big difference.” You scratched behind her ear, causing a furry black paw to swat at you. “See?”
“Whatever,” he muttered, cueing your laughter. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you black cats are bad luck?”
“Oh my god, not this again.” You glared at him. This had come up before, the first time he’d met Salem. Needless to say: the two weren’t on the best terms. And though you’d never admit it to him, he was right; Your cat absolutely hated him.
- - -
It was nearing nine o’clock and Benny had yet to ask you whatever he’d been itching to all night.
You didn’t want to push him, but half a glass of wine and two episodes of Gossip Girl later, you were ready for him to spit it out. He shifted again, fidgeting, causing you to turn to him.
“Okay, what is it?” You grabbed the remote , hitting pause on whatever Blair and Serena were fighting about this time.
“What do you mean?” He looked like a deer in the headlights, and you had to choke down a smile at how endearing it was. He really was a shit liar.
“Are you going to tell me whatever you were going to earlier, or are you gonna keep fidgeting?”
“How the fuck did you—“ he cut himself off, shaking his head with a smile. “Okay, but before you say no—“
“Why do I not like where this is going?” You raised your eyebrows.
“—before you say no, please remember that I helped you dye your hair last week, and—“ you scoffed. “And, it stained my favorite Def Leppard shirt. And that I’m such a great friend—“
“Just spit it out, Benny.”
“Okay,” he breathed out, holding his arms out. “Okay, so like, everyone from high school is back in town for that stupid class reunion on Tuesday.”
“The one you’re missing for that fight?” You asked.
“Yeah.” He affirmed. “The one I’ve been training for for like, months.”
“Anyway,” he continued. “I didn’t wanna go anyway, but, my buddy Mike is having a party at his parents' place while they’re out of town or something. And normally I wouldn’t be caught dead at one of these things but Mike’s a great friend—I mean really, we go back to like 5th grade— and since I can't go to the reunion I thought, why not go.”
“And I come into this how?” You asked.
He sighed, scratching the back of his neck. “Look, I normally wouldn’t give a fuck about what those assholes from high school think. I mean, really, I’m going to see Mike and his husband Quinn who I haven’t seen in years, but…” he trailed off, rolling his eyes. “Kelly’s gonna be there.”
Oh.
Kelly you’d heard of. You tried to ignore the simmering anger in your chest as she was brought up.
The Kelly situation had come up before, pretty early in your friendship actually. Benny had told you how his high school sweetheart had broken his heart, cheated on him while he was on his first deployment with some quarterback, and moved away as soon as he’d gotten home. And since Kelly, as far as you understood from your conversations with Will, Benny had never seriously dated. You could tell it had kind of scarred him; whenever she came up, he’d get that far-off look in his eyes. The same one he got whenever he talked about his time overseas.
“And I know it’s dumb, and a little immature, but I was wondering if—“
“Sure.” You cut him off, not even needing him to finish his sentence.
“—could you, maybe—what?”
“Of course, Ben. I’ll go with you.” He looked at you, dumbfounded.
“Wait, really?” He asked again. You laughed a little.
“Yes, Benny.” You giggled. “I’ll go, we can hold hands. You can show that bitch what she’s missing.”
“I—yeah. Yeah, okay.” He laughed a little, still surprised at your response. You grabbed the remote, turning off the TV.
“What time does it start?” You stood up, hands on your hips. “And who’s driving?”
“It’s at 11.” He said. “And Mike’s parents’ place is only a few blocks away, so I figured we could walk? Not have to worry about a DD.”
“Woah, not planning on getting too drunk, are you Miller?” You raised an eyebrow. “Because I can barely handle you sober, not sure I even want to find out what you’re like inebriated—“
“Okay, okay,” he rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”
“Yeah,” you nodded sarcastically. “I hope you’re not planning on wearing that.” You eyed his outfit choice of gray sweatpants and a T-shirt.
“No,” he scoffed. “We can stop by my place on the way over so I can change really quick.”
“Okay.” You said. “I’m gonna go get ready.” You began the journey to your bedroom, before stopping halfway down the hallway to turn back to Benny. “And don’t mess with my cat.”
- - -
“Jesus Christ, this place is massive.” You gawked at the larger-than-average house in front of you. Beside you, Benny nodded, watching the strobe-like party lights dance through the windows of the packed house.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “This place was the spot when we were kids.”
“How can such a nice neighborhood be so close to our shitty apartments?” You laughed, looking up at Benny who shook his head, not knowing the answer.
“So much for a ‘small get-together,” you snorted, gazing at the few groups of people situated on the lawn, drinking and laughing. Inside, you could hear the indistinct chatter of a party above the pulsing beat of the music.
“Yeah,” Benny tilted his head. “Mike has always been known for extravagance.” You hummed in response. “Well,” Benny, held his hand out to you. “Shall we?”
“Might as well,” you responded, grasping his hand tightly in yours as you made your way into the house.
Inside it was hot. The Florida heat combined with the sheer volume of people in the house made it humid—much more humid than even you were used to after living in a state of perpetual heat for eight months. You thanked god you’d decided to wear a cropped tank-top instead of the mesh long-sleeve you were considering. Even despite your lack of clothing, you were hot.
Benny’s hand stayed firmly in yours as he maneuvered you through the crowded entry way, skirting around groups of people. You made your way to a kitchen, which was less packed with people, and Benny let go of your hand, looking around the room—presumably for Mike. Beyond the kitchen, further ahead, was a conjoined living room, which was now serving as a make-shift dance-floor. Inside, people were jumping, twirling, gyrating; losing themselves in the upbeat, loud music that permeated into the kitchen. You wondered if this is what high school was like for Benny.
“You guys party a lot in high school?” You turned to him, tilting your head to the side and leaning back on the kitchen island which was serving as a minibar. Behind you, lay bottles of vodka, tequila, whisky, and countless other types of liquor, along with a giant bowl of punch, which held the strong smell of alcohol as well.
“God, no.” Benny shook his head, leaning beside you. “We weren’t really cool enough for that—well, I wasn’t really cool enough. Mike was, I guess, but he hung around me too much to be too popular.”
“Please,” you raised your eyebrows incredulously at the man beside you, whose warm shoulder was casually touching yours. You pushed down the feelings that begin to erupt inside you at that, determined to not let your stupid, stupid crush ruin one of the best friendships you’d had in a while. “You, Miller?” You continued. “Really?”
“What?” He furrowed his eyebrows at you, a small smile on his face.
You snorted. “You had to have been popular.”
“Ha!” He threw his head back a bit. “No, I was not. I was 5’5” til I was seventeen and weighed maybe 40 pounds soaking wet.”
“You?” You asked incredulously.
“Why’s that so hard to believe, honey?” He asked cheekily. You eyed him up and down.
“Hmm, nothing.” You hummed. “Just hard to imagine you as anything but the school’s golden boy.”
He stared at you for a moment, his eyes looking more green than blue in this lighting. You couldn’t read his expression. His jaw ticked as he gazed at you pensively, and for a second—a millisecond, really—you could’ve sworn his eyes darted from your eyes to your lips. But as soon as you saw it, it was gone.
Benny cleared his throat. “Will was though,” he said, that easy smile back on his face. “He was quarterback and everything. Swears I followed him around like some lost puppy.”
You smiled fondly at that, remembering the times when Will had told you the same thing. It was hard for you to imagine Benny as anyone different than who he was right now—tall and broad, sometimes bashful, all easy smiles and soft drawls—but you tried to. You tried to picture little, 15-year-old Benny looking up to his brother like he was the sun himself. It was surprisingly easy to do, as Benny looked at him the same way today. You’d seen it. You wondered if that’s how you looked when you gazed at Benny. You hoped not.
“Yeah,” you said fondly. “He’s told me something like that.”
“That chicken shit!” Benny exclaimed, shaking his head. “It’s not true! Don’t you believe a word that man says.”
“Mmhmm,” you hummed sarcastically.
“No, seriously!” Benny continued, turning to face you fully now. You took note of your proximity. From here you could see every detail to his face, tanned from the Florida sun. “I didn’t, swear to God! Now, Mikey on the other hand, I followed him everywhere. I was like a fuckin’ barnacle.”
“That so?”
“Oh yeah,” he snorted. “And he was cool. So his parties were the only ones I got into. Nothing’s changed there, apparently.”
You laughed at that. “What, you never got invited to parties?”
“I did, sometimes, when Will was feeling generous, but usually I was DD.” He admitted, shrugging.
“Not much has changed there.” You teased, recalling that night at the bar. He rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” He mused. “Not tonight though. You want a drink?” He turned to the liquor, getting himself a beer.
“Sure,” you said. “Get me some of that punch.”
“I don’t know if I’d do that if I were you.” A deep male voice boomed. The unfamiliar voice came from behind you, it was deep, and you could hear the smile in his voice. You turned around. “I’m not exactly revered for my jungle juice.”
The man was tall, almost as tall as Benny, and probably the most metal person you’d seen in your whole life. His arms were covered in tattoos that snaked up one side of his neck, and disappeared under his Black Sabbath T-shirt . He wore jeans and combat boots, and his hair was dark and curly, falling just above his shoulders. His face was smiling, looking at you fondly before finding Benny, next to you.
“Mikey!” Benny whooped, enveloping him in a bear hug.
“Come here, you little shit.” Mikey clapped him on the shoulder, the thick rings on his fingers glinting in the light, returning the hug with just as much force. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he pulled back from the hug, hands on Benny’s shoulders.
“Could say the same thing for you, man.” Benny pulled back, a face-splitting grin on his face. “Where’s Quinn?”
“Oh,” Mikey looked around. “Quinnie’s around here somewhere. Probably throwing up that god-awful punch. Really, it’s nasty.”
“You heard him, honey. Maybe go easy on the punch.” Mikey raised his eyebrows when Benny called you ‘honey.’
“Mm,” you hummed, taking a sip of the punch that, in all fairness, was god-awful. “I'm not one to back down from a challenge.”
“And who is this, Benny boy?” Mikey drawled, eyes swimming with mirth. Benny jumped up from his beer, shaking his head at himself.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry. Honey, this is Mikey. My best friend since, well, forever.” He gave Mikey your name, and you smiled as you shook his hand.
“Nice to meet you,” you smiled at him. “It’s great to meet Benny’s other friends.”
“Ah,” Mikey smirked knowingly. “Then I take it, you've met the gang?” 
You snorted at that, while next to you Benny rolled his eyes.
“Man, I told you, don’t call us that—“
“No, I think I like it,” you interrupted. “I’m using that.”
“Me and Santi go way back, right Ben?” Mikey raised an eyebrow, taking a draw from his drink.
“Oh god, don’t remind me.” Benny ran a hand over his face.
“I’m guessing there’s a story there?” You looked between the two, and Benny shook his head.
“He wishes there was.”
“I had him on the ropes.” Mikey defends.
“Sure you did,” Benny took a sip of his beer. You snorted. “Mikey here spent, what six months trying to get Pope to go out with him after our first tour.”
“Ah, it was four months, thank you. And we made out at a party once, so I think that counts for at least something.”
You laughed at that. You hadn’t been aware that Santi was bisexual, but now that you did, you had to admit: it made sense.
“How’s he doing anyway?” Mikey asked casually. Benny tilted his head.
“Wish I could tell ya. Haven’t seen the guy in a couple months. He’s doing some work down in South America.”
“Always moving, that one.” You added.
“Ain’t that the truth,” Mikey said, crossing his arms. “So, you’ve met the guys then?”
“I have,” You nodded. “I actually work with Will.”
“Oh nice!” Mikey said. “What’s big Miller up to? He still with that nightmare?”
You choked on your punch.
“They’re engaged now, actually.” Benny added dryly.
“Jesus.”
“Yep. Not much has changed there.”
Mikey blew out a long breath at that.
“Tough, man.” He shook his head. “But, here, so much has changed. Where do I even start.”
And that’s what began the pair’s waltz down memory lane, which mostly consisted of Mikey pointing out random people walking by or on the dance floor and giving Benny a run-down of the newest scoop into their lives.
You gathered that Benny hadn’t really kept up with people from high school the way Mikey had; he didn’t do Facebook, or any form of social media really, and though he stayed local (mostly), much of his graduating class had moved away. And even if they hadn’t, you’d gotten the impression that after his time in the military, along with all that came with his messy break-up with Kelly, he’d have distanced himself from them anyway.
Mikey came to stand between you and Benny, all of you leaning on the counter opposite of the kitchen island as he pointed out random people trickling by and gave you both a crash course on what they’d done since high school. It was the usual catch-up: a divorce here, a pregnancy there, there was even a woman who’d married an ex-teacher at the school, which had caused quite the scandal. You sat mostly quiet though as they conversed, content to absorb the information and get a better understanding of Benny.
The way he interacted with Mikey, his oldest friend to your knowledge, was the same way you’d seen him interact with the guys, and with you. He was easygoing, kind, funny, and 100% Benny. You knew no other way to describe it. There was something about his authenticity that made you jealous, as much as you hated to admit it. Where you had trouble expressing yourself, your emotions, your thoughts, it seemed to come so easily for him. He was carefree in a way that made you ache. Always telling people how he felt, reassuring them, always honest. He was the same in private as he was with everyone else; there was no facade, or pretense of kindness, it was all just him. Authentically. It scared you the way he made you feel.
You scanned his profile; the long lashes (which you were also jealous of), the slope of his nose, the curve of his brow. His hair was messy—it was always messy—and it fell haphazardly over his forehead in dark blond waves. Your hands itched to touch it.
“Oh god,” Mikey’s voice snapped you out of ogling Benny. You mentally smacked your forehead, blaming the jungle juice for your actions. It was already beginning to take effect, making you comfortably tipsy. “Don’t look now.” Mikey warned.
“What?” You asked, looking between him and Benny, who looked like a deer in the headlights.
“Oh shit,” Mikey looked at Benny, whose gaze was trained toward the dance floor, eyes wide. Mikey grabbed your hands. “Okay, don’t look now, but we have company. Ex-girlfriend, 3 o’clock.”
Your gaze followed his, spotting a redhead making her way over to your group through the throngs of people on the dance floor. As she got closer, you could see her clearer. She was pretty. Really, truly pretty. So much so that she made you shift uncomfortably in place, tugging at your shorts absentmindedly. She was pale, with freckles dusting his cheeks and nose, a smirk on her face as she walked.
“Kelly?” You asked Mikey, eyebrows raised.
“Yeah,” he said.
Ah, you thought. So this was the bitch that broke Benny’s heart.
You felt a surge of protectiveness and anger rush through you at the thought. In your mind's eye, you saw the look on Benny’s face as he’d told you of her betrayal. The same look that was on his face now. Absolutely not, you thought, remembering why Benny had invited you here in the first place.
You turned to Benny, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he took a long swig from his beer. You put your hands on his shoulders, turning him toward you. He looked nervous, fidgety. More so than you’d ever seen him.
“You ready?” You asked him, eyebrows raised. “We’re gonna show her what she’s missing.”
He blew out a sigh, looking over at her again before back at you. He nodded resolutely, his poker face returning.
“Yeah,” he said, as if trying to convince himself. “Yeah,” he repeated, more certain this time. “Yeah honey, I’m ready.”
“Then let’s give her hell.”
You grasped his hand in yours, leaning your head on his shoulder and running your other hand up his arm, as you turned back to Mikey.
“This should be fun,” Mikey murmured, as Kelly approached your group.
“Oh my god!” Even her voice was pretty. You ground your teeth, forcing a polite smile at her. “Benny! How are you? It’s been so long!”
Benny smiled politely at her. “Just fine,” he said, not bothering to ask how she’s been. You squeezed his hand.
“Hello to you too, Kelly.” Mikey mumbled into his solo cup. Her eyes snapped to him coldly, before turning sickly sweet again.
“Hey, Mikey.” She purred, pulling him into a hug. “How are you?”
“Oh, I’m fabulous.” He said. “I mean, I threw the party, didn’t I?”
She laughed, throwing her head back.
Unnecessary, you thought pettily.
“You know, that’s why you were always my gay best friend in high school.”
You snorted. You couldn’t help it. Because Jesus fucking Christ, was this girl serious? Your eyes went wide as you looked to Benny, whose expression mirrored your own. Mikey had a pained expression as he nodded.
At your outburst, Kelly’s eyes snapped to you, sizing you up. She looked you up and down, a sour look on her face.
“And who are you?” She asked, still feigning politeness. You matched her smile.
“Oh, how silly of me.” You introduced yourself, shaking her hand in a firm handshake. “And you are?”
“Uh,” she looked between you and Benny, eyes zeroing in on where you’d hand was still joined with his. You titled your head at her. “I’m Kelly. Benny and I go way back.”
“Oh really?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing in mock confusion as you turned to Benny who looked down at you, a grin alighting his face at your antics. Mirth swam in his eyes. “Ben’s never mentioned you before.”
“Haven’t I, baby?” He asked, letting go of your hand to wind his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side. There was that nickname again.
Baby, baby, baby.
You ignored the butterflies that erupted in your gut at his calling you that name. He had practically purred it. Jesus, you needed a stronger drink.
“Hmmm, no I don’t think you have.” You smiled up at him, staring at him for a moment, really milking the whole fake relationship thing.
“Hmm,” Mikey cleared his throat from Benny’s other side, cutting through the awkward silence. “Well, you know how it is.” He said. “After you find the one, old flings just kind of fade together.”
Your heart stuttered at that. The one. It made sense for him to say that; you were pretending, trying to fool Benny’s ex and make her jealous, but still, a part of you wanted it to be true. A part deep, deep down that you’d never admit to yourself.
“Yeah,” you said fondly, deciding to take your chance and reach up and tuck a piece of Benny’s hair behind his ear. You could’ve sworn you say his breath falter for a moment.
“Well,” Kelly spoke up, more annoyed than before and barely hiding it. “It was nice to see you guys again, I’ve-uh-I think Candace is waiting for me.”
When she’d gone, Benny blew out a breath, shoulders deflating.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, shaking his head. “I can’t believe that worked.”
You laughed at his reaction, patting his shoulder.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Uh, yeah—I did!” He affirmed dramatically. “I mean, did you even see that?”
“Yes, Ben, I was there.” You said dryly.
“Lord have mercy, you’re good at that.” He shook his head at you. “Did you have a side hustle in college or something? You could add ‘helps make exes jealous and is amazing at fake dating’ to your resume.”
“Oh god, Ben, that’s gotta be the worst one yet.” You laughed at his awful joke.
“Cmon,” he laughed back, “you’re good!”
“He’s right,” Mikey came up between you, carrying two full shot glasses in his hands. He sat them on the counter in front of you. “You were really good, that girl was seeing red.”
“Well,” you said, flattered. “Thank you. I take pissing off my friends’ shitty exes very seriously.”
“Yeah, I gathered.” Benny added dryly. You swatted the back of his head.
“Now, drink up!” Mikey gestured to the full shot glasses in front of you. “You two deserve it after how awkward that was. I’m gonna go find my husband.”
You raised your eyebrows at Benny as Mikey sauntered away, presumably upstairs.
“Shall we?” You asked him, sniffing the amber liquid in the shot glass. The familiar spice of cinnamon and twinge of whisky hitting your nostrils.
“Ah, why the hell not,” he said, picking up his own shot glass. “God, I hate fireball. Reminds me of Pope.”
You snorted, before clinking your glass against his and throwing it back. The familiar burn of the whisky mixed with the spice of the cinnamon warmed you up as it went down.
“Agh,” Benny made a face as he drank his own. “That's awful.”
“Pussy,” you muttered. His mouth fell open.
“Wanna bet?” He raised his eyebrows.
“Five bucks says I can out-drink you.” You challenged. His lips twisted into a wicked smirk, staring you down.
“I’ll take those odds.”
———
Benny may have taken your little bet a little too seriously.
A little too seriously, as in: he was five drinks in, and wired as all get out.
You were reasonably drunk yourself, to be fair. After the shots, you’d challenged Benny to chug some jungle juice, and after he did, he’d had two more cups. After matching his pace in the first two, you’d decided to call it quits and lose the bet. You deemed babysitting Benny for the night and making sure he didn’t embarrass himself in front of Kelly or anyone else from high school more important than the five dollars you’d lose to the bet. You’d win it back another time, anyways.
Now, though, you’d discovered what Benny was really like when revved up with alcohol, and it was more than you bargained for.
“Ben, I gotta cut you off,” you pressed his chest lightly, standing between him and the makeshift mini-bar. He stopped, pouting at you.
“Why, honey? I’m completely sober.” He argued, sounding a bit too much like a toddler for your liking. You snorted, raising your eyebrows at him.
“Yeah, ok, big guy.” You said, before nudging one of his shoulders backwards with a little more force. He stumbled backward a bit, losing his footing for a second before shaking his head, standing upright again. “See?” You asked. “You drink anymore, you’re gonna pass out and I’m gonna have to drag you home.”
“You’re a party pooper, you know that?” He asked you, crossing his arms and coming to lean against you, too drunk to consider your personal space. You couldn’t bring yourself to care as he leaned his head on your shoulder. He sighed. The party was still in full swing behind you as you sat in silence with him. You leaned your head on his, catching a whiff of the pine scented shampoo he used. An involuntary thrill went through your gut.
“I didn’t like seeing Kelly tonight,” he said, voice so melancholy it made your chest stretch and ache. “Was too much for a little bit.”
“I know, Ben.” You said, reaching down to squeeze his hand.
“But you,” he giggled a little bit, pressing his forehead into your shoulder. “You made her so mad.” He looked up at you, all trace of sadness gone from voice and face. His eyes were glittering.
“Okay, she wasn’t that mad.”
“No, no, honey, she was!” He said. “She made that mad face.” He mimicked her facial expression, pressing his eyebrows together dramatically. You laughed at his antics. His eyes then snapped to the dance floor, catching Mikey towards the middle, dancing wildly with a shorter man with a dark afro.
“Mikey!” He said excitedly, face lighting up. “I wanted to dance,” he added, face falling a bit. “I was too worried about Kelly to dance.”
“We can dance, Ben.” You took his hand. “If you want to.”
He pulled you to the dance floor then, not wobbling at all. Part of you rolled your eyes at that—perhaps he was just being dramatic when he’d stumbled earlier. You brushed it from your mind, though, and instead focused on Benny’s warm hand in yours as you made your way through the packed dance floor to Mikey and Quinn.
“Quinnie!” Benny beamed when you’d reached them, enveloping the shorter man in a crushing hug. “We missed you earlier!”
“Yeah, well,” he cast a sarcastic look at Mikey who shrugged. “This asshole left me upstairs to fend for myself against Candace Meyers.”
“Okay! To be fair, I didn’t know she was up there! I thought you were sick or something!”
“That makes it even worse, Mikey.” You added arms crossed.
“I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met,” Quinn said, smiling at you.
“Oh!” Benny put his arm around your shoulder casually. You tried not to stiffen. He gave Quinn your name, before adding. “She’s my—“
“Benny’s friend.” Mikey completed for him, kissing his husband on the cheek. Benny’s brows furrowed, before jumping up again, as the music changed from an upbeat song to a more slow one.
“I love this song!” He said, looking to Mikey and Quinn who were already beginning to sway. “Dance with me, baby.”
You thought you saw Mikey raise his eyebrows at the endearment that fell from Benny’s mouth, but you couldn’t be sure, as you were focused on Benny’s firm palm on your waist, pulling you to him.
You felt the booze buzzing through your veins as he pulled you closer, his fingers warm against the skin that was left bare between your shirt and jeans. Motivated by the liquor in your system, without thinking, your hand went to the hair at the nape of Benny’s neck, your other going to his shoulder. As you ran your fingers through and played with the hair there, you could have sworn you felt him shiver, his grip tightening on your waist while his other hand pulled you closer by your hip.
And god, you’d never felt the way you did when he was touching you.
Everything felt charged as he swayed you back and forth to the music, and all of a sudden, there was no more sweat, booze, and chatter of the people around you, there was only Benny.
You gulped, and his hand slid up your shirt, his smooth palm gliding over the expanse of your back, skin to skin. Your head fell to his shoulder, and he cleared his throat, spinning the two of you around slowly. You felt his nose at the top of your head, before he inhaled.
Was he… smelling you? You had to hold back a laugh at the thought, before catching yourself, remembering that merely five minutes ago you were doing the same thing to him, when he’d had his head on your shoulder.
The hand on your hip moved to your hand, grabbing it. You looked up at Benny, not realizing how close he was. Your noses were nearly touching, his eyes looked impossibly dark in the dim light of the living room. His warm breath grazed your lips, smelling of the fruity jungle juice from earlier. For a moment you both just stared, before Benny surprised you by pulling you out into a spin away from him.
You giggled a little as you clumsily spun back to his catching his slow grin in the process. But when he spun you back, his hands went to your hips, pulling you backwards against him, and any laugh that you may have had died on your lips.
As silent gasp broke past your lips, your back meeting his chest. You could feel the heat of his chest bleeding through his T-shirt on your back, warm and firm against you. His hands stayed resting on your hips as he slowly began to move you both to the music.
You swayed, too overwhelmed with the sensation of his body against yours, his scent, his breath against the back of your neck, to convince yourself otherwise. Everything in your body screamed: Benny, Benny, Benny.
You let your head fall back to his shoulder, feeling motivated by the alcohol in your system to turn your head and press your nose and lips up against his warm neck. A sound that was almost a whimper fell from his lips as he gripped your hips tighter, one of his hands grabbing yours and the other reaching over to grab your opposite hip. Without realizing, you ground your backside against his front, resulting in a puff of warm air from him against your throat.
“Hey,” Mikey’s voice snapped you back to reality, and you practically jumped out of Benny’s arms.
“Uh,” Mikey was trying, and failing, to hold back a shit-eating grin. “I’m gonna kick everyone out soon. Thought I’d give you guys a heads up.” He narrowed his eyes at Benny who coughed.
“Yeah, man.” He tried to feign sobriety, but one look at him had you holding back a laugh of your own. You were drunk, but you weren’t that drunk.
“Make sure he gets home okay?” Mikey had a hand on your shoulder. You smiled at him, squeezing his hand.
“I will.” You looked back at the man behind you. “He’ll probably sleep at mine tonight. I don’t feel like walking the extra block to his apartment.”
Mikey hummed in response, before gigging you goodbye and promising to give yours and Benny’s goodbyes to Quinn.
“You think you’ll be able to walk home?” You asked Benny, eyebrows raised.
“Hmm?” He shook his head, looking at you bleary-eyed. You sighed, rolling your eyes and grabbing his hand.
“Alright, cmon big guy.” You said, starting toward the door. “Let’s get you in bed.”
- - -
“Mmm,” Benny moaned, arm slung across your back and forehead pressed into your shoulder. You sighed, practically dragging him up the stairs to your apartment.
“I know, I know,” you mumbled. “Just a few more steps. We’re almost there.”
He’d gotten to that point in the night where he’d hit a wall. All the energy he’d had on the walk home, where he was practically skipping and shouting, had given way to sluggish, slurring, tired Benny. The Benny that you had hanging off of you as you tried to fish your keys out of your purse.
As you searched, he lifted his head from your shoulder, settling his chin there instead. He smiled as you rooted around for your keys.
“Need some help, honey?” He asked innocently.
“Fuck off, Ben.” You laughed, turning to face him. Your nose bumped his, and he smiled. You shook your head and turned back to your purse, focused on the task at hand.
“Aha,” you mumbled to yourself, finally finding your house key, “gotcha.” Your fingers shook a bit fumbling to fit it into the keyhole, a bit rattled by Benny’s breath against your neck.
“You’re pretty, you know that?” He said plainly. You opened the door, hoisting his arm over your shoulder, guiding him in.
“You’re drunk, Benny.” You sighed, ignoring the butterflies that erupted at his admission. You kicked off your shoes, locking the door behind you.
“M’not,” he said as he tripped over his own shoes. You laughed lightly at his clumsiness, grabbing his hands to steady him.
“Mhm, I believe you too, Ben.”
“Smartass.” He retorted, following you as you took him back to your bedroom. “Always such a smartass.”
“Uh huh. Save it for when I’m not taking care of you, ‘kay Miller?” You said with no venom in your voice. He grumbled in response, too tired or drunk or both to come up with a retort.
“Alright. Get ready for bed, while I go change and brush my teeth,” you said to him as he stared blankly at you, sitting on your bed. “I’m not undressing you, Ben. We’re not that close.”
You grabbed a pair of pajamas before making your way to the bathroom to clean up before bed. After brushing your teeth and washing your face, you returned, pushing open your squeaky bedroom door.
Benny had stripped down to just his boxers, and was slumped over on your bed, head resting toward the foot of it, already dozing off. You held back a laugh, walking over to shake him awake.
“Hmm?” He asked, confused.
“Gotta get you under the covers, Benny.” You told him softly, pushing him lightly backward by the shoulder.
“Mmm,” he hummed affirmatively, standing up and rubbing his eyes so you could unmake the bed and pull the covers back.
“Was gonna ask,” he said, voice gravely in a way that made you shiver. “Could I borrow your Fleetwood Mac shirt?”
You fake-glared at him. “That’s my favorite shirt.”
“I know, but it’s soft,” he started before you laughed.
“I’m kidding, Ben. Get it bed, I’ll grab it.”
“Woah, honey,” Benny drawled teasingly. “Trying to get me into bed so quickly.”
“Funny,” you commented dryly at his innuendo.
“I mean, really, take me out to dinner first—“ you cut him off by tossing the shirt right at his head with a flop.
“Mmm thanks,” he replied, pulling it on.
“No problem.” You said. “I’m gonna go grab you some advil and water for the raging hangover you’re gonna have in the morning.” He groaned as you went to the kitchen to retrieve the pills and glass of water.
When you returned, he was leaned up against the headboard, brows furrowed. You set the pills and water on the bedside table before getting back up, preparing to sleep on the couch.
“We are.” His voice stopped you in your tracks as you reached for the doorknob. You shook your head, not catching his meaning.
“‘We are’ what?”
“That close.” You looked at him confusedly, so he continued, “earlier, you said we aren’t that close; we are.”
You paused, your tongue feeling like cotton. Your mind blanked and you just kind of, stood there, absolutely tongue-tied and shocked by whatever admission this was. Still, he continued.
“You’re my best friend, yaknow.” He mumbled, before leaning back into the pillows and letting out a deep breath, ready to sleep. You stood there for a second, an overwhelming warmth filling your chest, before responding quietly.
“You’re mine too, Ben.”
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(April’s)Huevember - Day 2!
featuring: Thanatos; Maci, & (mortal!!)Tory !
[in which I’ve made my very own #Huevember wheel this year (that you can use too! Pls tag me I’d LOVE to see!) - unabridged version continues, including a wide array of Elysium’verse characters across the rainbow!]
last post I said “reds” in Elysium are super rare since that’s Thanatos’ color and…. WELL, YEP, HERE HE IS 🥴 plus a bonus — context?! barely!!!?? WHAT’S—?! well well WELLLL its the first time Thanatos and Tory met!! UH OH— ok notes🤪:
this is a snapshot of a canon EARLY EARLY EARLY Elysium’verse scene from the days before Maci & Tory were even dating, back when Tory was still mortal— that time Maci took him on a secret Underworld field trip, bc surely no one would find them—
except of course they ran into Thanatos completely by chance, unfortunately uhhh. Tragically. ACK! (Hypnos too but that’s not an emergency). Yknow only the literal worst person in the universe other than Hades to find Maci toting around a living mortal in the land of the dead nbd
what proceeded was an EXTREMELY weird and awkward conversation, Maci playing nice to Thanatos through gritted teeth, Thanatos being…….. “polite” but such a DICK; ending with “you better not fuckin tell my dad about this” - “I won’t 😈😇”
….trustworthy. cool! Mildly alarming to discover as they walked away that this asshole was actually Maci’s exbf?! tho Tory wouldn’t find out what had really happened btwn them for like another year
(finally, actually - Thanatos did NOT tattle straight back to Hades after this right away……. He went to supervillain ally OrigiMel-Melinoe which was arguably a million times worse. but that’s another story)
And so, concludes the events HERE. where IS that text from anyway? ….teehee……… ahemhem don’t worry about that right now—
day 3 is tomorrow ! click the link up above to see the whole Huevember wheel - feel free to use the tag AceprilHuevember if u want to play too - and my tag this year can be found here!!
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Trigun Social Media Au: Usernames Pt2
And we’re back, same things as last time but this time with the gunho guns + knives
(Also lmk if I did anything weird with the Livio/Razlo hcs, if so I’ll delete this post and redo it better/with better ideas :3)
Elendira ➬ studdedchanel
Okok listen to me I think elendira would totally have an aesthetics account
Like Yknow those twt accs that are just incredibly aesthetically pleasing with nice photos and layouts and just so nice? Yeah
Except she’s not a WEIRDO LIKE SO MANY ARE
Her pintrest and twt are linked and she vlogs her life on YouTube
Everyone wants to be her her aesthetic consistency is a-1
Livio/Razlo ➫ Livin.Violo
Now if I said it was LivinViolo at first but after he found wolfwood again through social media he put the dot in so they match wwyd?
Livio’s content is a mix of inspirational content gym content and then him getting into arguments online via game lobby/chat
I think Razlo would post the gym content showing off reps and the like, like almost short mostly silent gym blogs
One thing for sure is that they both use that darkened filter that makes everything look so much more dramatic for gym videos and then the gaming ones are edited like 2016 gaming montages
Midvalley ➬ MValleyJazz
This is his business account actually he plays at weddings and bar mitzvahs and funerals
He posts mostly on Instagram and his tiktok is very much an afterthought, like he’s following one person
He posts covers for popular songs on the sax, for example Yaosobi’s IDOL on the sax
I’m just sayin he makes bank
Zazie ➫ wcrmmxster
Ysee the o is a c because the c looks like a curled up worm
This is the most on the nose one because I wanted it to have a more edgy vibe like someone’s user being skullgrave or something
……maybe a tiktok cosplayer I haven’t decided yet
Legato ➬ puppetgore
Oh look another edgy mf god forbid we open some fuckin CURTAINS
Anyways this is for his non business accounts, he has alts to give people he sees everyday outside of the internet
I think he’d be one of those borderline obnoxious commentators who stream fps games in their free time and are unsurprisingly mid at them
Talkin shit and bottom fragging you get it
Knives ➫ Million.O.Knives
Who’s surprised. Not me.
I think he’s a gameplay streamer who had a vtuber for a while and hen someone pissed him off so bad he had to turn it off so the audience could fully understand his anger
“I’m shit?? IM SHIT??? YOURE LITERALLY— hold the fuck on….” *click off vtuber* *change screen* *click on camera* *he is literally 4 inches from the camera* “WE ALL WATCHED YOU FUMBLE A CLUTCH WHEN THE ENEMY WAS OFF FUCKING LINE I DONT WANNA HEAR IT. I NEED GOD TO SEND THE FLOOD.”
After that he goes back to the vtuber but if someone donos 100 he’ll turn on facecame for the rest of stream what a fuckin scammer wish I could do that
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never apologized
warnings/notes: reader is preggers, angsty angst, Katsuki being an asshole, ya'll aren't good at feelings, heated argument that leads to a divorce, reader moves out to seek shelter until they can get back on their feet at the Aizawa's bc he's such a dad and his s/o is such a parent :3
I'm sorry I haven't been posting and have just been reblogging, I'm suffering from very bad writer's block and tryin to get over it 😩 its hard
His highly requested Part 2 right here that I kept forgetting to add!
Underage characters are Aged Up!
~Masterlist~
dead inside </3
“The fuck’s wrong with you, bitch?!” he roars, despite the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “I don’t know, that’s a really good fucking question, asshole!!” you scream back at him. “I have been driving myself insane–” “Then stop driving yourself nuts, easy fuckin’ peasy!” he interrupts, “Making a complete ass of myself!” you scream over him, remembering all those times he’d flat out ignored you. You tried to be an understanding spouse for the longest time. “I tried literally everything I could, everything possible–” “Everything possible, my ass! You just cling then nag, nag, nag!”
You tried to give him a chance. More chances than you could count. You already had everything you owned packed and moved out. “I tried to keep what we have!” “What we have?!” he replies, incredulously. At this point, what he was doing…was neglect. He hasn’t even noticed your growing belly. “You just continue-” “Nag!” “-to fling yourself-” “Nag!” “-at your fucking work-” “Nag! See?!” he roars louder than before, and your tears finally fall.
“You are annoying! We might as well have nothing because of you! Fuckin’ crybaby, don’t know why I even married you!” he spits, venomously. Silence follows as you tremble, enraged. Crybaby. You feel scalding heat and prickling cold flow through your veins, numbing all of your senses. Crybaby. And all that’s left is your raging maternal hormones accompanying your fury. Crybaby.
Something in you snaps.
“Fine.” you agree, your voice wobbly, your tears still flowing. “Since you hate crybabies so much, you won’t be able to see your fuckin’ child, I’ll make damn sure of it!” you seethe, marching to the front of the lonely luxury apartment. You needed to get out. You refused to take any more. “I hope a villain cuts off your balls, because you’d be a worse father than Endeavor ever was!” you screech at him as you fling open the door with strength you never knew you had, “Fuck you, Katsuki! Consider us divorced!!” and shut behind you, leaving a shell shocked bastard behind. You scurry down the hallway, forgoing the elevator, in favor of the stairs. You attempt to mash in the code several times, tears blurring your sight, before the door finally clicks.
"FUCK!!"
You could hear him roar--crashes and angry explosions following as you push open the door, hurrying down several flights of stairs and to the vehicle that would take you away, adrenaline rushing through you, with only one goal in mind; to get as far away as possible from your shattered home.
You stride through the reception hall, pushing open the final doors, trembling and sobbing. It was raining, absolutely pouring, but you could see a familiar dark figure ahead on the phone, standing beside his vehicle, waiting for you.
You make the last paces, all but plowing into him, earning a grunt from him. "They're here." he says to the person on the other end, hanging up on them and wrapping both arms around you for a brief, tight squeeze, as you sob. "I got you, now, problem student." he tells you comfortingly. He reaches to open the back door of the car. "I'm taking you home, alright?" he says, coaxing you into the vehicle. Once you're seated, a soft and grateful "Thank you, Aizawa-sensei..." passes your lips. His eyes widen momentarily, a soft huff escaping him as he smiles fondly. "No problem, kiddo." he says, then closes the door before getting in, himself. Seats are buckled, the engine is started, headlights are turned on...and he begins the journey to where you will call home until you get back onto your feet. He and his spouse agreed to help you out after you broke down confiding to him, however long you needed.
You stare out the window at the passing buildings. Even though your marriage with him was as good as over forever, you still couldn't help but remember.
When did everything go so frigid? You couldn't help but remember...the beginning.
The pouring rain brought back those memories. The good ones.
He was so warm. You remember every single one of his expressions. The way he'd pout, face pink when you got the upper hand over him. His wide grin as he'd laugh along with you. The soft smile as he held you close.
You remember him being far more nervous than you were when it came time to meet the parents. Trust me, you were a nervous wreck when you went to meet his parents. He'd nitpicked about every little thing. Everything had to be perfect, he insisted, despite your constant reassurances.
When he proposed. The wedding. The blissful years after, then...
When did your marriage fall through? Honestly, you might not be sure.
You could feel your eyes stinging from crying, desperate for sleep.
You thought he loved you. He was your only.
Against your wishes, they begin to close.
You just want everything to be...like it was, before.
But you knew that was impossible...so you dream.
#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#mha#bnha#dynamight x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugo katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#inspo'd by song fic#Spotify
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SPOTTED! SPECIAL EDITION: new year’s eve, kinshasa
CHASING THAT FAME, HE STAYED THE SAME
may you live in interesting times. proximity to the equator results in warmer temperatures, and let’s just say the program DELIVERED this new year’s eve. should it be described as starting off with a bang? there was…a LOT of discussion and conduction of sexual activity. the only thing that surprised me was the lack of a menagé a trois this time. i suppose 2023 is the year of getting cuffed - with only a single pair of handcuffs. vanilla readers, beware. ahead lies all the naughty and nice the world’s elite got up to last night… it’s a long one babes, strap in for some sex, drugs and rock’n’roll bc the only resolutions this group can keep are the ones they don’t make xoxo 💋
ALL OF ME CHANGED LIKE MIDNIGHT
🌐 the headlines.
🚺 2023 Biel Political Agenda: Charity for Women 🚺
inspired by all star feminist hafiz, biel very charitably kissed gwen
furthermore, he and ex-fiancé effie are in discussion for collaboration on 🍆 👉a charitable joint venture 👌🍑
👱 European Blondes vs. Westerosi Lannisters: Spot the Difference!👱
can we blame ari for getting it on with her ex-fiancé bash (blue eyed blonde blue balled by blue eyed blonde, say that five times fast fanni) instead of her boo beau? no.
can we blame her for watching biel and copying him? ew, yes.
can we blame barbie for also watching him? ALSO, yes.
so we already know effie doesn’t mind leaving doors unlocked, but it must run in the family because older sister catherine enjoys the same exhibitionist thrill in cars
💥 Top Fails of NYE 💥
nominee #1…hafiz! our favorite hottie with a body baby had a rough night. friendship break up with fumiko 💔relationship break up with baby daddy?? all we know is that she spent most of the night as biel’s charity case, and midnight kissing miguel!
nominee #2….araya! there was no reason she needed to be BLINDED by those portuguese-scottish pasty asses bumping uglies rip to ur eyes queen 👁️👁️also maybe lost her bf unclear
nominee #3….gwen! after her pity kiss with biel, gwen turned to age old cure of bitching with bitches, whining with wine 🍷 just one problem. her bestie effie-fuckin-stuart just had her back blown out by biel 😩
and the winner is….aurel! after accidentally pushing his totally-casual-this-doesn’t-mean-anything-i-swear-my-broseph gf araya, bestie silje dumped aurel publicly by announcing it to the whole party. at least detention was served by certified milf (thnx to robbie) wiebke. who’s been a bad boy? 🐶
💄 gossip girl grades.
💯 Best Dressed 💯
alexander has women THROWING THEMSELVES at him?? what is it?? big dick?? known pussy eater?? man isn’t even 6’ tf
- manon claimed to be engaged to him, ofc he thought she was a rabid fan
- marisol kissed HIM instead of the fiancé she’d been doing lines with (click for live footage of her and arthur)
- levente literally offered fanni’s hand in marriage plus a DOWRY 🐐🐐🐐 did the countdown take us back to 1723??
who doesn’t find round 3174374 of mwezi vs zulu hot (especially when minnie is wearing that dress) but we’re still waiting for their karaoke video 🎤🎤🎤
nadya romanova’s shoes and meixu’s dress. this is what i imagine was going thru uriah’s brain
no wonder jelani ended up with sol at midnight who wouldn’t want to unwrap that present 🎁
👙 Best Undressed 👙
my respect for the whore’s revenge dress
according to the norwegian princess, hans has some. very tasteful noods on his phone. uhhhh when will pax aeterna start wikileaking royal phones 🤤 these are the real issues!!
ok but also remember when silje wasn’t dressed as a nun
who else spent five minutes trying to figure out if sylvie’s underwear was visible or if it was just the design of the dress
honorable mentions:🦶ireti and ilija only need people to take their shoes off to get them horny 🦶 & andrew smartly suggesting skinny dipping to save outfits
⛔ Worst Dressed ⛔
lowkey one of barbie’s more blah looks, just bc ur married doesn’t mean u need to dress like ur sex life is over
dianna, i’m not mad. just disappointed. we both know you can do better.
yes, yes, i’m a slut for jelani 🙄 but! he’s RIGHT and he should say it! 👏👏👏 showing up in actual chains and s&m references was a bit too much klaus 😬
📈 2023 trends.
💊 MDMA >>> Weed 🌿
✨gwen and ana maria were really feelin it ✨
apparently it takes HARD DRUGS to get a family reunion with the jins. wish lixue had been wearing black like xiuying & meixu for an addams-family-esque reunion
sergi and an intoxicated matilde are open minded af and arnauld thought he could benefit from a fresh, young perspective…but the man is a fossil 🦴🦴🦴 the audacity to think matilde would open her legs for him 💀she has self respect
a very wet fanni 💦 ended up in a very wet arnauld’s bedroom after her happy pill. lmfao. honestly can’t tell who i pity more, the drunk has-been who can’t get pussy unless they’re high, or the attention-seeking coquette who’s willing to suffer through limp dick 🥒for the sake of validation 😇
we’ll get to levente in a moment
😇 Good Girls Going Bad 😈
yk what they say about church girls….let’s continue to keep up with the cröys real quick:
- ines was exposed for the needy fuckhole she is (her husband’s words not mine 🙊) in front of experienced bad girls verona and catherine
- olimpia and jelani got cozy….but he ultimately chose kebab pizza(??) and with her fiancé still mia, she chose to “rub elbows” with a different italian.
an early 00’s classic: the usa president’s daughter got wasted on shots, too bad bodyguards #1 and #2 weren’t around to help…omg there’s even one left over for ionie
did anyone get a final count of how many people éloa kissed in the first minute past midnight?
👠 DOMME MOMS 🥵 ( george & zhaohui ur time has come )
verona (olimpia’s milf-in-law if u forgot) has confirmed her domme instincts: she’s into cucking. to those of us who recall marcello crawling on the floor, this comes as no surprise 💅
sugar mommy!lixue 💸 made her sugar baby dress less provocative….but somehow that’s what got lixun going. so ig silje has herself a dom daddy too lol bets on whether silje finds ines’ kinks relatable?? 😛kristoffer seemed pretty pleased with the results, maybe he should consider submitting to lixue too ⛓️
klaus should be into this but…helena is not a milf technically oops should have gone w ana maria (thick thighs save lives 🫦 js she deserves a throne 👅)
🕊️MALEWIVES #simps4lyfe 💍
is max just like…super into preggo ladies? uh…thore should probably keep his plans for tekla on the DL for now 😶
speaking of whom, fucking finally! getting w the program! he should ask his dad if he knows anything about ‘ happy wife happy life ’
layla knows what i mean am i right 🍆
ronan obvs simps for maite, a++ for calling out nikolai for simping too
atm daisuke for hafiz, lmao - maybe they took a tip from verona re: cucking 😛
rip to freja who may be the only one losing a malewife, ig lucien feels things have gone a cock fuck suck cuck too far
anniversary tips from leobela: in a successful marriage the wife forgets to get a present and the groom buys expensive jewelry 🤑
the fact that the czar even showed up to this party! we assume credit goes to anneli’s tits 🍒being at eye level 👀the entire time
ennio will BECOME a malewife this year. manifesting for nat 🔮💍 👰
❌ Return of the Exes ❌
current count: biel/effie, ari/bash, farnauld
bets on gimi breaking up AGAIN since he p much told arnauld she’s his fwb…maybe barbie girl should take inspiration from irl barbie and take advantage of a norwegian-ken-doll or her western transdanubian serenader
omari is around…..but is checking out fumiko 👀
reggie/yasmin when?? manifesting for 2023 🔮like to charge, comment to cast
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Can you give me some cool Nug facts?
They carry around small block batteries and an adapter with cables to plug them into, they slurp them like a juicebox.
even tho they trust lahn with their life, they do not like being shut down for repairs for too long. It scares them. So to work around this when ever it's possible lahn will only shut them down long enough to remove what ever limbs need repairing and then boot them back up without said limb attached. Nug almost gave fl4k a panic attack by literally walking around on their hands while one of their legs was busted and they needed the other one to scan and then 3d print a new joint.
thanks to their shrimp vision they can still kinda see zer0 while they are on cloaking mode. The tech just doesn't account for beings that can percieve a wider colour range and so Zer0 kinda stands out to them compared to the background because there are "colours missing".
Their favourite non human but still oragnic friend on sanctuary 3 is pippie because they are the one of the only two creatures that don't loom over them. Hermes is a bit of a mixed bag for them, over all they like hermes but something about the look on hermes' face just unsettles nug a little. Something about the big red bug-eyes is just uncanny-valley territory for them and the worst thing is they can't even explain why.
their little antenna? it's a plug in thing and can also be rotated, they can twist the base of it so instead of pointing up it points backwords. They call it their racing mode.
probably the first machine to have a full employment contract with employeebenefits, healthinsurance and all that jazz. They get vacation days, the company pays for repairs of damages that were caused on the job and if someone were to kill nug in the eyes of the company that would run as murder and would be punished accordingly. Hale Pharma also had to rename human recources to employee recouce management and re-write some of their policies to be more inclusive as a follow up.
Nug achieved the thing mentioned above by just boldly walking up to the head of hr and asking real nice. What they were not aware of was Gigi staring daggers hat her dear older brothers who share the position, basicly daring them to to say no.
Hale pharma is currently in the process of getting them their own server so they have a place to store software backups in case anything happens to them.
Nug once inverted someones kneecaps in a fit of anger over hearing an employee at one of the hale pharma clinics joke about force-resetting a healthcare bot that had gone rogue. I could go more into detail over that bot here but it's still a wip and this is a nug post not a wip oc post *wink wonk*
Also, as a bonus, a little snippet from one of my sotries:
"and where do you think you're taking that bot, huh? That's Hale property you know?" the guard asked, his tone like he was speaking to a child, mockingly sweet as he pointed his gun right at Nugs optic.
Nug could hear the metallic whirring and clicking of their new friends fingers, twitching with the need to strike, to do something about the assault rifle sticking in the face of the "patient" they had been transferred to just a few minutes ago. But their coding forbid them, even if they wanted to.
Nug straightened up, looking up at the guard past the upper edge of the barrel "I'm transfering this unit to a nother facility on direct command of Ms Gabriella Hale, Sir".
"Oh yeah, and what could she want with a broken bot like that?"
"nunya"
"nunya?"
"None ya fuckin business" and with a metallic clank, Nugs grapplehook made impact on the forehead of the poor guards helmet, sending him staggering backwards a few seps and eventually toppling over when he lost his balance entirely.
Using their chance, Nug and their friend ran past the guard down the hall, only stopping once the elevator doors behind them were shut and the cabin decending down to the railway station below the clinic.
#nug#borderlands oc#sorry if the spelling is worse than usual. it's really hot over here and thus my brain has melted.#me: says I won't go into more detail about the other bot#also me: literally takes a snippet from the fic that introduces them to the cast#*dabs. heelies away*
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ommgggg Can you plz right about Grayson choking his girl for the first time during sexyy times 👀
yes.. yes i can ;) i didn’t mean for this to get so long. also this is dedicated to @bubsdolan for inspiring me and being my number one supporter <3
The speed of Grayson’s hips pounding into yours was enough to make you nearly pass out. Your bodies were slick and sticky with sweat. The sheets were rumpled and pulled away from the corners of the bed. Your toes were curled so hard that you can feel a muscle being pulled. It was damn near painful, but you couldn’t care less as you stared up at this Greek god of a man gruffly moaning and breathing heavily above you. His chain dangled above your face, and you wrapped your hand around it to pull his sweaty face down to yours. Grayson rests his elbows on either side of your head, lips crushing against yours in a deep, hard, wet, tongue filled kiss. Your hands comb through his damp and unruly hair, grabbing the curled ends desperately.
“G-Grayso-on,” you brokenly moaned against his lips, spreading your thighs wider as he used his entire body to grind so deep inside your deliciously wet pussy. “Oh god,” you squeaked, eyes rolling back and mouth falling open.
“I’m here, baby,” he pants, swinging your legs over the crook of his elbows to basically fold your body in a way that has your knees pressing into your chest. He gives a nice deep thrust, eliciting a high pitched moan from you. “Thaaat’s my girl.” God, he was so cocky.
The pace and position was almost perfect... almost. There was something missing. Something to finally push you over the edge, to make you see stars and black spots. You need something new. When Grayson’s hand grabs your face to push your head back against the pillows, his fingers on one cheek with his thumb on the other, it finally clicked into your mind.
“Hand hand hand, give me your hand, please,” you whimpered as he slowed his thrusts, slightly confused with your requests.
His thick brows furrowed when grabbed his large hand and placed it on your throat, staring up at him with pure lust and excitement in your eyes as you lightly bite your bottom lip. Grayson moans lowly and bends down to press a hard kiss to your swollen lips, so very lightly squeezing your throat as he begins to speed up his thrusts. You gasp and grabbed onto his hairy and veiny forearm as the other grabs onto the pillow under your head.
“Oh god oh god oh my god,” you breathlessly chant, inner thighs trembling as the heat in your stomach spreads lower and lower and lower until the throbbing in your clit increases.
“Filthy fuckin’ girl,” Grayson growls and fucks into you much faster and harder than before, his balls slapping against your ass and his hand tightening around your throat. “My girl is such a fucking slut.”
“Yesyesyesyesyes!!” You squealed, nails digging deep into his tanned skin, your hips bucking and grinding up as your clit gets rubbed from his pelvis. “I’m go-nna cum!! Oh fuuucccckkk!!!”
“Do it for me, baby. Fucking cum all over this dick,” he grunts and bares some of his weight against your throat with his hand, making you feel so lightheaded and floaty. Dots begin to appear in your line of vision as your eyes roll back as if you’re being possessed. There’s ringing in your ears as your temples throb. You’re not sure if you’re screaming or thrashing.
Your wetness gushes all over Grayson’s thighs, pelvis, and his dick. He lets out a choked moan and quickly pulls out, using his cock slide up and down your slick pussy, tapping his mushroomed tip against your swollen clit as he quickly jerks off. “Fuucckk..” he breathlessly groans as his cum spills all over your stomach and tits. He loosens his hold around throat and gently rubs your buzzing clit with his thumb, grinning arrogantly when you whimper and twitch away.
Your arms are thrown around your face as you pant hard and heavy into them. Your eyes are closed and you can hear and feel your erratic heartbeat as it tries to slow. You can also feel throbbing in your thighs and pussy begin to set in. Grayson leans over to the side to grab the damp hand towel he set there before your activities, the previous warmth now cold. He gently cleans the wetness away between your thighs, apologizing softly when you whimper.
“You did really good tonight, angel,” he tells you softly, wiping away the cum splattered all over your torso and breasts. “Kinda shocked me a little bit.”
You sluggishly giggle and remove your arms from your face to look at your handsome man. His bronze skin has a soft glow from the lamp light. His muscles jump briefly as he wipes himself down as well. You slowly close your thighs, wincing and getting more comfortable against the pillows.
“Did... Did you like it?” You nervously asked, playing with your fingers as you watched his naked self walk around the bed to bend down towards the customized mini fridge you got him last Christmas. “I know we haven’t really had a serious conversation about the kinky things we like, but I was just so into it that I wasn’t really thinking and I don’t wanna weird you out with the stuff I’m into and..”
You trail off when you look at him, spotting the grin on his face as he opens a small bottle of cold water and hands it to you while opening his own. You take a few small sips, moaning softly as the cool liquid slides down your dry throat. Grayson takes a seat beside you and sits against the headboard.
“I think that...” He motions with his hand and shrugs. “What we did was the hottest shit we ever did before.”
“Really?” Your eyes bugged out of your head. “Hotter than when you fingered me in the car last week?”
He nods and grins at the memory.
“Hotter than me cockwarming you during movie night yesterday?”
He nods and lets out a small hum.
“Hotter than-”
“Yes,” he laughs. “It was new. And it was hot. And I really fucking liked it. I don’t know if you could tell from the way I literally almost ripped my dick off from cumming all over you.”
You giggled and lightly slapped his hard chest, the slap probably doing nothing but feeling like a kitten’s soft paw. It was silent for a few seconds as he massages your scalp and takes another sip of water.
“So...” You trailed off. “Maybe next time I can choke you?” You were half joking and half serious, but when Grayson looks down at you with a smirk, you realize that he takes it seriously.
“Don’t make me start round four, babe.”
#mmnpphhhh#grayson likes to be choked#i don’t make the rules#grayson dolan x reader#grayson dolan#grayson dolan smut
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Haikyu! boys reacting to their s/o flinching during an argument
Karasuno boys reacting to their s/o flinching
Tsukishima
“ what’s the problem are you serious are you not even understanding why we’re here in the first place“
“ oh I understand—really but I just don’t care “ he moved to think before speaking
“ I actually don’t think i’ve ever had one of those cares when I hear you talk “
you fumed “ i’m so so sick of this Tsukishima i’m so sick of everything having sarcasm in it —you can’t be serious for two seconds “
he moved to throw up a peace sign before his fingers dropped one by one “ is that two seconds — i’m not sure if you meant literally because according to you I look like a grade school swim team member who doesn’t know basic communication skills”
you felt your throat beginning to hurt you’d been screaming with him for hours over his comments he’d made about the cake you ate earlier
as soon as you sat down on the couch he spoke telling you
‘ babe maybe you should’ve saved that cake for later I can feel the extra weight weighing down mine and your side of the couch ‘
“ I can’t be serious no you can’t be serious — you fucking told me that your sorry i’m so skinny that my legs look like toothpicks in the shorts that you bought me “ he screamed
“ you bought them on purpose they were a size large you know i’m a size small you just wanted to be fucking funny “
you scoffed as you two were now standing in the kitchen while he was cooking dinner. His body turning to look down on you.
you could never say tsukishima got mad at you he never did he would just get really annoyed and make more sarcastic comments then he did in his free time but right now you couldn’t figure out what was so different about him
About his voice
About his body that was making him seem like the boss at the end of a video game you just couldn’t beat
“ i’m just really tired of everything being turned into a slick comment with you tsukki and then you can’t even say a shitty sorry you just look at me like i’m crazy “
he sighed as he looked away “ look baby— “ he pushed up his glasses that were threatening to fall
“ i’m really sorry for all the mean , awful , accurate , things I said “
your body went hot as you screamed “ THATS NOT A FUCKING SORRY “
“ well why the hell would you think you’d get one from me “
he screamed at you backing you up eyes still downcast on you
“ you —annoying —child —every fucking five seconds your complaining about something now it’s how I talk ? before it was how I don’t show you enough physical affection in public are you serious “
you heart quickened as his body jerked at you almost threatening you “ what else do you want from me huh “
“ want me to fuckin—“
you closed your eyes and your body moved on instinct to cover your face body sinking into itself in a hole before standing up trying to protect yourself as the loud clack went through the house
Your breathing fast as you had all the worse possibilities move through your head that was rattling along with your body in fear
“ aw damn — their cracked anyways we gotta figu—“
his voice stopped as he came face to face with your covered body “ a-are you dancing or something why the fuck are you —“
then his thoughts clicked as his blurry eyes ran over the way your arms were above your head and body tucked in as if trying to limit the pain you would feel wherever he touched you
“uh “ he coughed as you relaxed looking at the male with wide eyes as you spoke
“ no I didn’t —I didn’t think “
“ um — so i’m not gonna take offense and instead i’m just gonna “
he moved to sit his glasses on the table before his hand grabbed your head forcefully and pushed you into his stone cold chest your body flaring up and shaking
“ yeah you totally did —I wasn’t sure because I can’t see but yeah you did “
“ I - — I didn’t mean to —it was just so loud I thought — and you were yelling “
“ I would never hit you — I would never ever hit you with anything except my beautiful words “
you pushed out of his chest with a small smile trying to seem upset “ your still joking after something like that “
“ well i’m not a soft person what do you expect I mean I feel bad really bad but — “
“ I know I know — it’s better to make jokes than make it sad and make the both of us feel uncomfortable “
he moved his head down to kiss you softly “ I promise you it was just my glasses falling I would never hurt you y/n no matter if we fight or not “
he scoffed “ I love you and all that other crap blah blah “
you ran away with your hands to your ears “ no no I feel like you just put a curse on me — you’ve hugged me , kissed me , apologized and told me you love me all at one time I have to call yams and get an exorcist over here “
he scoffed “ just call Hinata his non stop talking could pass as an exorcism “
you smiled as he whispered small apologies in your ear all night the both of cringing when he would say them knowing he hated you feeling that way but also hating how the word sorry rolled off his tounge
Hinata
“ Great king that Great King this — I must beat The king — I have to beat this person and that person your always beating someone Hinata “
you cried as you stood fighting with him in the gym as he had sweat running down his forehead
you’d originally came here to watch him play a game between a team he had yet to beat that he told you they’d practiced for months to win.
Only for them to lose In a straight set of 2 that caused him to stay after and continue to practice in the same spot all night
You being the loving s/o you were decided to stay with him
only for him to take your kindness for granted and practice at the gym until 3 in the morning letting you wake up to the constant thump of the ball against the wall and your body shivering on the bench while he wore his jacket
“ DID YOU EVEN NOTICE I FELL ASLEEP “
“ of course I did “
“ then why didn’t you give me your jacket —babe I woke up freezing “
“ because I wanted it too— if I gave you my jacket what would I wear was I suppose to freeze “
you knew all rationality was thrown out the window when Hinata lost a match and right now that’s exactly what was happening
“ you can’t keep expecting me to put you first — it’s stupid “
he raised his voice “ the only thing i’ll put first is this ball in my hands and you may come in third to my team other than that — I don’t know what you want from me “
“ I want you to understand i’m here too —not just that lifeless ball Hinata “
he screeched at your words “ it’s not fucking lifeless”
“ I worked hard for this I worked hard for everything when I pick up that ball I put my energy into it when I —“
his hand outstretched as you sunk to the floor ears covered as you ducked into your knees hearing the loud smack moved to every corner of the room
“ that’s me putting life into the bal—baby where’d you go—if this is you telling me to stop—ok I get it I need to calm down “
he looked around the gym eyes finally searching the floor for the ball he’d thrown until they landed on your huddled figure
“ babe what —why are you on the floor come on its dirty get off “ you shook at his voice
“ w—why are you so scared I don’t understand come on stand up y/n “
you tried to calm down your body knowing you couldn’t tell him what just happened you knew Hinata wasnt innocent but you still didn’t want to break his heart not tonight not more than it already was argument or not
you moved to stand up as he grabbed the ball and threw it harshly to the wall for a second time
your body reacting out of control as it thought back to that moment of fear you had seeing him that angry at you and the same noise that followed after
“ y/n-chan did you just—“ his eyes creased “ baby why did you “
he said quietly thinking “ baby who hurt you “
his voice was concerned as he raced to you who shook a bit at his changing emotions taking a shaky step back to get away from him his eyes falling as he finally realized softly speaking
“ o-oh I hurt you “
he sat thinking as he pulled your arms from your face slowly “ I—i’m so sorry I don’t —it was the ball really it was the ball it went woosh and so I went weee to go get it I swear “
you straightened up cursing your body for reacting the way it did “ I didn’t mean to scare you that way I just —I was upset over a match and wanted to prove a point “
he moved to hug you tightly “ I’m so greatful for you and so lucky to have someone who would even stay with me for over 7 hours in a gym hearing nothing but loud noises and echoes —someone who’d fall asleep on the cold floor because they love me so much “
he hugged you tighter kissing your head repeatedly whispering the same line over and over “ i’d never hit you —i’d never hate you or be mad at you “
your tense nerves leaving as you sighed out wrapping your arms around his body “ I —I know and i’m sorry “
“ nothing to be sorry for I do need to put you first and I will from now on —I will “
he pulled you back as he spoke “ i’ll start putting you first and taking your needs into account and you start speaking up and saying no to me instead of doing everything I do or want you to do “
he smiled as he held his pinkie out “ promise baby? “
you shook your head in a yes smiling up at him “ promise “
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