#did i fucken MISS anyone

[uniformbravo]

clown sighting

#obtaining these volumes left & right waoughie #i havent started reading them yet bc i was waiting to obtain some of the earlier volumes first #but i happened upon a wild vol 6 at a random bookstore a couple weeks ago in what i can only describe as a fated encounter #so now i have consecutive volumes up thru 12!! #begging 13-15 to fuckign exist in an obtainable way #theres apparently one vol 13 at a ''nearby'' barnes but its a fucken hour drive and they only do in-store pickup #like HELLO #anyone wanna drive me haha jk unless #retag later #ny blogging #maybe it'll still be there by the time i get my license. natsuyuu aint exactly flyin off the shelves afaik #or maybe the collectors all just dont have yt channels. ive been watching a lot of manga collection vids and NOBODY has natsuyuu #im on the fuckin lookout ive got my eyes PEELED #watched someone w like 1500 volumes and 0 of them were natsuyuu U___U #tho tbh. if i saw someone who did have it & they had the volumes im missing i might shart #anyway. this was my excuse 2 talk abt natsuyuu manga collecting thank uuuu #in conclusion matoba: is a clown #most important takeaway i think

[sameschmidtdiffname]

Princess

Mike Schmidt x Female! Reader

Summary: You detest having a roommate. You enjoy cheap rent. One of these things is going to have to change at some point, and with the week you're having? There's only so long before people reach a breaking point.

Tags: Smut. Filthy smut. (This is the first smut I've published too, so enjoy that.) Enemies to lovers, mocking, Mike is so OoC at some parts you could really shove anyone into this role, I'm going to be so extremely for real. (I'm honestly just feral for the actor. Sorry.) Hate fucking, dirty talk, cursing, cucking(??), listening in, masturbating, dumbification, slight dacrophillia(??), Abby's out of the equation for this scenario. Imagine like, early 20s Mike, he's not caretaker yet. Praising, pet names (good girl, princess, whore, pretty girl), no use of Y/N. Dom! Mike, teasing Reader, Brat (??) Reader, phone sex, walking in on masturbation, walking in on sex, possessive! Mike, hickies/bite marks, finger sucking, hair pulling, slut shaming, probably missing some things imma be honest. Just assume this is depraved.

Notes: I'd like to apologize to God and Josh Hutcherson. This is filth and I recognize my eternal soul is indeed damned. Anyways, bone apple teet.

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I didn't mind Mike when I met him, you know.

He's quiet. Shy. Keeps to himself. Those traits should make for a good roommate. If he'd kept his mess confined to his room, maybe the music that he blares just a little too loudly wouldn't be so headache inducing.

My fingers rap on the thin door, demanding his attention which is never given to me unless I make a production out of it. We both know that.

"Michael," I say.

Silence.

"Mike."

Nothing.

I open the door and there he is, peacefully asleep on his bed as the bass shakes the water in his glass. I sigh and click off the stereo, then turn to leave. It's incredible how quickly I hear him shift on the bed, scrambling to stand.

"The fuck?" He croaks, wiping sleep from his eyes.

"Your music was blaring. I already heard it from Mrs. Jones upstairs about you waking her kid up, I'm not dealing with that again," I say raising my hands up in the air defensively.

"I don't sleep well," he says.

"Neither does the baby," I say.

Mike rolls his eyes, turning the music back on and turning his back to me.

"Michael-"

"Don't call me that," he interrupts.

It's my turn to roll my eyes. "Schmidt, can you at least turn it down? I'm asking nicely," I say. He stands there for a moment and though I can't see his face, I know he's thinking.

Finally, with a sigh he says "Fine, princess."

"Don't call me that," I say. I hear a small huff of laughter from him and he turns to look at me.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hit a nerve?" He asks with false sympathy.

"It's a simple request," I say. My eyes narrow at him in irritation.

"Which one?"

"Both."

We stand there for a moment, both of us sizing the other up, taking each other in.

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Fine."

With the agreement having been made, I turn to leave, shutting the door behind me.

Year long lease. Joy.

-Tuesday-

"Hurry up!" Yells Mike, pounding on the bathroom door.

"I'm fucken hurrying!" I yell back, my hands working as fast as they can to wash off my body. Late alarm, fever dreams causing me to wake in a pool of stinking sweat, and one bathroom make for a horrendous cocktail of repeated 'fuck you's through the cheap door.

"I'm gonna be late!" Mike yells.

"So am I, I'm sorry!"

There's a moment of long silence and I think maybe Mike has finally found a spot of pity, realizing that maybe we aren't enemies but simply humans who unfortunately have to coexist in this world together. Then the water turns freezing, and I realize I hate him.

"Michael!" I practically scream. Traces of soap still reside on my body, but the cold and my alarm both force me out. Angered and not thinking clearly, I wrap the towel around my dripping waist and swing the door open.

"Are you fucking happy?" I sneer, face inches from his.

His expression is initially satisfied, but as his eyes flicker downwards he and I both realize my mistake. His eyes widen, lingering for a moment on my bare chest as he processed what he was seeing, then returning to meet my glare.

"What?" I ask sharply. "You've never seen a pair before?"

He stammers. "I-I have."

"Don't act like it," I say. "Take a fucken photo, be the only pair you'll probably ever see in your life, dicksmack."

As though he remembers himself, his eyes narrow. "Move, princess."

I slam past him, walking quickly towards my room and slamming the door behind me.

"Don't wake the baby!" Mike mocks down the hall.

Oh, motherfucker. It is on.

-Wednesday-

It's hard to break a lease. It's harder when nothing as cheap exists in the area. This is a problem for both Mike and I. I know it's true for him because apparently even his bills are too troublesome to keep on the floor of his room. But despite his mess, it's him that comes barreling down the hall, bursting into my room with no warning.

"Jesus, Michael!" I start, spinning around in my chair. "Have you ever heard of knocking?"

"Have you ever heard of washing a dish?" He sneers. "It's not hard. My baby sister could do it."

"Oh, is she available? I'd love to see how she'd handle your laundry situation," I retort.

"Why is it impossible for you to actually wash something? You'll put water in it, let it soak. I respect that, but then you never come back to it. Do you enjoy flies? I think you enjoy flies," he says with hate dripping off of his words. I roll my eyes, but he's not entirely wrong either.

"Fine," I mutter. "I'll do the dishes. Sorry."

"See? Look at how hard that was, princess." He begins to turn away.

"Will you quit fucking calling me that?" I snap.

"I'm following our bargin. You're the one who slips first, princess," he says while laughing, raising his hands in defense.

A long moment passes, neither of us willing to back down.

"Do the dishes yourself," I say finally, turning back to the computer.

"Not my mess," he says.

"Too bad. I'm too delicate," I say with a faux breathiness to my voice. The door slams behind him, which has me instantly rising from my chair to race after him.

"Don't slam my door!" I say.

"You did it the other day!" He says, spinning around to face me and almost slipping on one of his shirts littering the hall. I can't help but smile at that.

"Problems?" I ask.

"Yeah, they exist in whatever demon spawned you," he hisses. His eyes catch on something though, narrowing as he leans slightly closer. "The fuck is on your neck?" He asks.

"The fuck you mean 'the fuck is on my neck?'" I ask.

"I mean you've got something on your neck," he says.

"No I don't," I say. "Move." I shove past him to enter the bathroom beside us, flicking on the light and feeling my irritation rise as he reaches to do the same thing simultaneously.

"See?" He says, pointing at a small, dark mark on my neck.

Fuck.

"I don't fucken know what that is," I lie, covering it with my hand.

"You liar, that's a hickey!" He says still pointing at it.

"Is not!"

"Is too. What, are you fucking some high-schooler?" He scoffs.

"Adults leave hickies too, Mike. It can be enjoyable. You'd know this if someone ever wanted to fuck you," I spit back.

"Who on earth would enjoy having sex with you?" He asks. "The only loads you leave attract flies I don't want to have to deal with come summer."

My jaw drops in shock.

"And the only loads you leave smell like menthols and depression!" I retort.

Staring. Always staring with this guy. Jaws clentched, eyes narrowed.

"Just don't bring this guy around here," he finally says. His voice is quieter but the edge is still there.

I blink. "What?"

"You heard me," he says. "I don't need to hear your shrill voice like that."

Am I imagining things or is he blushing? No, I'm definitely imagining things. It's the florescents.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I taunt. The fuck kind of response was that?

His eyes widen slightly. "No," he says a little too quickly.

"What, you get one look at my tits and now you're thinking about that degenerate shit?" I press, stepping closer.

"I don't- this-" He's blundering. I've got him now, I've found his weak spot.

Without a word, I slip out of the bathroom and return to my room, shutting the door and beginning a plan that will guarantee I won't have to worry about being the roommate that breaks lease and looks for a new apartment.

-Thursday-

"Are you close, baby?" The sweet voice on the phone asks me. The battery on my toy is flashing, showing one of us needs to finish soon. And while I like Nick, there was just something lacking in him that kept me on this irritating edge, hiding my release from me.

"I'm close," I confirm, switching hands to try and hit a new angle. The video on the computer is doing nothing to help with this at all, and I'm so bored I'm tempted to just fake it and seal the deal.

The plan was simple. Establish dominance over my roommate via fucking a guy I'd met at some party the week before. Nick was an easy target, too busy thinking with his dick to question why I was suddenly insistent on him coming over. And to guarantee his presence at the apartment, I would have to put in work. Not that I wasn't fully uninterested. He was alright, I was single. Beneficial for everyone involved.

The vibrator finally found that sweet spot, the one that made me cry out softly into the receiver as my wrist pumped with newfound vigor.

"Close," I told Nick. "Isn't as good as you though."

Nick chuckles softly. "You're sweet," he says. Then he's prattling sweet praises, whimpering into the phone breathily along with me as I finally begin to tip over the edge, moaning loudly and clearly. It's my luck that Mike should be at work at this moment.

Should be.

Wasn't.

The door opens as Mike walks in, his mind obviously focused on something else but immediately taken aback at the sight of me sprawled upon the bed, legs open, toy in hand, Nick on phone, porn on computer. Shit.

"Jesus!" Mike shouts. "It's the middle of the day!"

"Get the fuck out!" I shout back, my voice less vicious than I'd like given that I was mid-ruined orgasm. Mike covers his eyes, trying to stumble out of the door without looking, muttering a dozen apologies a second before finally reaching and slamming the door shut behind him.

Nick and I are both silent for a long while, neither of us sure what to say.

"So... I'll see you tomorrow?" I ask finally.

"...yeah." He says. And with the click of my phone, the plan is solidified.

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I don't see Mike that evening until about three hours later when he finally emerges from his room with pink cheeks and clothed in a large hoodie he seems to wish would swallow him whole.

"Hey," I say to him. I chew on my cheap food slowly, flipping through my novel at the cluttered table.

"Hi," he says quietly, not really making eye contact with me. He crosses to the cabinets, taking out a glass and filling it with water. We listen to the tap for a moment before I finally say "I didn't mean for you to see that."

His eyebrows scrunch in confusion. "I got that."

More silence. The tap shuts off and he leans against the sink, taking a long sip.

"So... hickey guy?" He finally asks. And I can't help the snort that escapes me.

"Nick," I say.

"And he's...?" Mike is testing the waters, that much is obvious.

"Canadian," I say.

Mike nods. Sip. Silence.

"Nick, from Canada," he says slowly.

"Yep," I say, popping the 'p.'

Mike looks at his drink in thought.

"So you're into Canadians," he finally says. I think for a moment.

"No," I say. I mark my book and close it. "Just bored."

"Just bored?" Mike asks.

"Just bored," I confirm.

Sip. Silence. Thinking.

"You... do that regularly?" He asks.

"I mean... I like sex," I say.

His cheeks redden at that, and he takes another sip as though to hide that.

"He's coming over tomorrow," I say casually. Mike's eyes dart to mine, dark and wide.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Another sip. He finishes his glass.

"Should I find plans for tomorrow?" He asks finally.

"No," I say a bit too quickly. Both of our cheeks redden at that. "I mean, we won't... shouldn't...." I don't know what I mean.

Mike stares at me thoughtfully for a moment then looks back to the glass in his hand.

"You're pretty loud, princess," he finally says quietly.

There's a new tension in the air. One that isn't brought on by hate or dirty dishes. One that I don't mind strangely.

"You could join us, if you'd like," I offer. Mike's grip on the glass tightens so suddenly I'm almost surprised it doesn't burst.

"I- I'm pretty sure I'd get in the way," he stammers. Then his eyes darken, a strange look in them. "Besides, I don't like being a whore."

This comment stings. Deeply.

"I'm not a whore," I say defensively.

"Oh?" Mike asks.

"He's the only guy I've fucked in months, so yeah," I say.

"Oh, is that why I hear you moaning late at night all the fucking time?" Mike says. "Seriously, you're fucking loud."

"And you're a fucking virgin," I snap.

"Says who?" He asks.

"Forget it," I say. I gather my things and rise from my chair. "Don't fucking talk to me."

"Fine," he scoffs. "I'll wash this dish too, princess," he calls after me.

I spin around. "You would be so much more fuckable if you were easy to swallow," I snapped, stomping my foot like a child.

Both of us stare at each other in a bit of shock at what I just said.

"Most girls swallow just fine, thank you," he retorts.

"Who's the whore now?" I say. I don't wait for him to respond, slamming the door shut behind me.

Fine. Let him hate me. That's the whole point of this anyways. Then it'll be me and someone else in this terrible fucking apartment. Maybe it'll be Nick. Anyone would be better, I tell myself.

...

...how easy is Mike to swallow?

-Friday-

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't struggling to remember the correct name right now.

Nick is underneath me, pumping his cock in and out like no tomorrow as I grind against him. My jaw is slack, my hands buried in the blankets fabric underneath of us. I'm staring at the thin door though, the thin door that I know leaks every little noise whether there's a towel under the enormous crack or not. And the shadows of footsteps that I see make it all the easier for Nick to continue his shallow rhythm, edging me closer and closer.

"Mi-Nick," I moan loudly. It sounds endearing, thankfully. But my heart races at how close I've come to fucking things up in a few different ways. "Fuck, you're thick," I moan. It's not particularly true, but his size is fine, so what's an ego boost to help him along the way?

Nick is sweet underneath of me, moaning that I'm his, that we're each others. That's great and all, but God. There is this missing edge. And it isn't until I hear pounding on the bedroom door that I finally feel real excitement begin to flow through me.

"We need to talk," Mike's voice says firmly.

Nick looks guilty, his eyes wide and asking for silent guidance. I don't respond, simply continuing to slide up and down Nick's cock and moaning while doing so.

"Hey, princess," Mike says firmer, pounding on the door again. "Think you can stop Oh-ing Canada and come talk to me like a fucking adult?"

I don't stop, grinding harder against Nick's base. My hands find my clit, rubbing it as I respond.

"I told you you were welcome to join us," I moan. Nick looks at me like I've gone utterly insane, and maybe I have. Maybe I'm completely delusional about all of this, but I couldn't care less as I feel my dripping cunt tighten to the point even Nick doesn't care what happens so long as he comes inside of me.

"Mi-Nick," I moan. "Mi-ne, mi-ne." Come on, Schmidt. Catch the fucking hint.

All night I had been plauged with dreams about Michael fucking Schmidt. I'd noticed when we met he was attractive to me. I liked his hands, his stubble. God, his shoulders made me think things that will probably send me straight to Hell. But hate usually kept these thoughts at bay. Last night however, the dreams wouldn't stop coming. Over and over, a new fantasy of him emerged in my head. Him underneath of me as a writing mess, him begging for more, my tits in his mouth as he finished inside me. It was depraved. I wanted it.

The door bursts open just as Nick is finishing inside of me. It's the look in Mike's eyes that causes me to finish, all while keeping eye contact with him as well.

Nick is quick to flip me on my back, covering my body haphazardly with a blanket prattling excuse after excuse. Apparently we're sorry. Apparently we had gotten too wrapped up in the moment because apparently, you know how it is, right man?

But it doesn't matter. Mike isn't looking at Nick, who's pulling on his shirt above me. Mike's looking at me, watching my fingers that trail gently along my areolas, flicking lightly at my hardened nipples and clearly longing for more.

"Mike wouldn't know the first thing about pleasing a woman," I say with little thought.

"Oh?" Both of them ask me.

"I think you should leave, Nick. Mike and I are going to have a little talk, and I don't want you to see how ugly this may get," I say without breaking eye contact with Mike.

The sudden shift in the air is not subtle, so maybe that's why Nick doesn't really hesitate to listen to me.

"I'll call you later," he says as he stumbles past Mike.

"Don't bother," Mike calls after him. Mike slams the bedroom door shut, locking it before turning to me and raising an eyebrow.

"Is there something you'd like to say to me?" Mike asks, narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms as his stands tall.

My hand dips to between my thighs where Nick and I's cum pools out, coating me in the thick stuff.

"Sorry," I say in a spoiled tone, smiling.

Mike's eyes scan my entire body. From the hickies coating my neck, to my breasts and even my thighs, I can see a new wave of anger washes over him. At least, it looks like anger. There's something else mixed with it too, something I desperately want to play with.

"You're not sorry for shit," he says. He's correct.

"I told you last night, I like fucking people," I say as my fingers circle my clit.

Mike's jaw tightens. "You like fucking people," he repeats.

I can see him grind his teeth. He's silent for another moment. "And do you like... him?"

I giggle. "You tell me," I say with a soft and low voice.

His eyebrows twitch. "You're still... going?" He asks with an unsure edge to his voice.

"Yes, Michael. This is what a woman looks like when she's turned on," I say in a mocking tone, batting my lashes as my fingers dip into my entrance. "Would you like to try?"

He steps closer, bending down ever so slightly to stand over me.

"Don't call me that," he says in a low growl.

"Make me," I taunt.

He blinks.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

A startled yelp escapes me as Mike grabs my hips, dragging me roughly to the edge of the bed. He spreads my legs, stepping between them and slips his rough thumb inside of me with no hesitation.

"Fuck. You do like him," he groans, his other hand fiddling with his belt. I can see how hard he is underneath his jeans, his fingers clumsy but working quickly at the items covering him.

"He's oka-ay," I say quickly, my voice trailing off into a soft moan. His thumb explores the inside of my cunt, probing the wet muscle and massaging inside of me spots a man had never taken time to look for before. "Your finger's thick," I moan.

Mike chuckles, freeing himself and pumping into his hand slowly as he presses his thumb deeper inside of me.

"You told Nick he was thick too," he says. "That just your line with guys?"

It is, but this time I actually mean it. So I shake my head. "No," I say quietly.

"I don't believe you," Mike says. He slips his thumb out of me, making me clench around nothing. I open my mouth to protest only for Mike to quickly shove his thumb into my mouth, touching the back of my throat while he sinks his cock into me.

"Go on, pretty girl," he moans. "Take it like the proud whore you are."

I gag around his thumb, both from the sudden intrusion and from the taste. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't like this, if I said that his actions didn't make me even more wet and that I didn't suck his thumb greedily, wrapping my tongue around it and sucking it clean until I can only taste his rough flesh. I swear it makes his dick twitch.

His cock slides in and out of me with ease, taking his time to feel how I wrap around him.

"Fuck," he drawls. "It's been awhile."

I moan around his thumb, running my tongue along the underside and trying to rock my hips against him to tell him to speed up. Instead, he presses a hand down on my lower stomach, pinning me down as he sinks in fully. At first glance his size is average, but inside of me it's overstimulating how he fills me just a little too much.

His thumb presses further into my throat, making me gag as he tilts his head back in pleasure.

"You are just demanding. Do you know that?" He asks. I try to respond, but he simply presses his thumb against a spot that makes me gag once more.

"Nothing's good enough for you. Not even Nick. You didn't even cum until I came in here," he laughed cruelly, looking down at where we connect. His other thumb trails down to rub my clit slowly, making me writhe underneath him and clench around his still cock.

"Never shutting up. Till now. I like it when you're quiet, princess. Makes you easier to swallow." He presses deeper inside of me, making me whine in overstimulation.

"You're mine now," he says, slowly pulling out. "You can call Nick all you want. Call him, fuck him. But we both know he's not gonna make you cum like I will." Just his tip remains in me, barely staying in before he slams back into me so hard I scream.

"So what's the point?" Mike asks, slowly slipping out once more. "Do you like pitting men against each other like that?" He slams back into me. My eyes water, but I don't protest.

This time when he pulls back, he stays there. I wait for him, trying to he patient. But then he removes his thumb and wraps his hand around his length instead.

"What?" I ask, my voice raw.

"Say it," Mike says as he jerks himself off slowly.

"Say what?" I ask.

"I'm not gonna fuck you like you want unless you say you're mine," he says casually. His tip is bright red and leaking precum, his length coated in Nick and I's milky cum.

"Fuck you," I say. Mike just laughs.

"You're the one laying here crying over some dick," he taunts. "I just want to make sure we're on the same page here, princess."

I try to hold strong, I really do. It'd be more fun if I did. But fuck. The way he stands over me, his shoulders broad. I could never deny I liked the sight of his hands either, and seeing them tug as his pulsing cock while he stared down at me with that stupid fucking smile?

It's not fair.

"I'm yours," I say quietly.

"Hmm?" Mike asks, pumping his dick quicker now. I can see how hard his veins are, and the sounds of him fucking his own hand make me want him more.

"Yours," I repeat slightly louder.

"Use proper English," he says. His face has this stupid blissful look on it, his mouth slightly open as he pants, fucking himself and watching me as he does.

"I am yours," I hiss through gritted teeth. It doesn't even take a full second before he's buried in me once more, his hands pinning my knees to my shoulders and fucking me with enough speed I'm genuinely scared he'll hurt me. And I love it.

"I'm going to make you mine," he grins, his voice suddenly turning feral.

"I'm going to make you mine so much that you won't even be able to remember what Nick's name is, let alone what he looks like. Or what he feels like."

"Uh huh," I whine. My voice is so unusually high and ragged, my mouth slack and eyes rolling back in pleasure. I rock against his hips, trying to find my second edge. I'm babbling, whether I'm asking for mercy or more is anyone's guess.

He laughs at me, and it's a harsh and cruel laugh - not at all like the usual sarcasm and mockery he displays. Instead, his laugh comes from a place that is raw and angry and vicious, the kind of laugh a wolf makes when he's about to go for the kill.

"What's the matter?" he asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm and mocking. "Not quite the big, bad man that he's made you think he was, is he? How disappointing," he continues, his hips thrusting into me repeatedly.

I cry loudly with each new thrust. His movements are cruel, borderline abusive. Christ, I love it.

"Bigger," I whine. "Bigger."

He teeth nip at my throat, sinking in hard enough I'll be wearing sweaters and scarves for weeks. Makeup won't touch the color.

"Bigger?" He asks in a mocking voice. "What's bigger?"

"You're bigger," I moan. My voice is broken, and there's no way the neighbors don't hear the degeneracy occurring around them. Sorry, Mrs. Jones.

"What are you going for?" he snaps, his eyes narrowing and his voice growing more and more vicious. "Big bad Mike?" he giggles, his grip tightening on my ankles as he continues plunging into me.

A loud scream escapes me as Mike finds my g spot. He doesn't relent, focusing on the spot and abusing it while I sob and try to wiggle away, completely overstimulated from pleasure and unable to handle it.

His hands pin me against him, trapping me where I am and forcing me to take him however he wants me to.

"You want more?" he asks, taking one hand away from my ankles, grabbing and pulling my hair harshly, forcing me to stare into his eyes. His pupils are so blown out I can't even see his pretty hazel irises. They're dark and predatory, his breath hot and heavy with rage.

"Is that what you want?" he asks, pulling back and plunging into my aching cunt again.

"Yes!" It's a violent scream that escapes me, feeling myself begin to tip over the edge. His eyes sparkle, his lips in a smile that shows he knows he's won.

"And what would Nick say if he could see you like this? All mine, all mine..." he taunts.

"Huh?" I'm completely stupid, my body coming undone so suddenly around his dick with cries, screams, whimpers and everything inbetween. Nick was foreplay and I've no mental energy to remember any detail that isn't Mike's.

"Don't even know his name?" Mike laughs. "You can't even remember his name, can you?" he grins, his eyes narrow again as he tugs my hair and shoves himself in further.

"Uh uh," I pant in a high voice. My body shakes terribly, his pounding length already edging me once more as he continues abusing my spot. How on earth am I supposed to walk after this?

"Then let me help you remember his name," he says. "Say his name."

"Mike," I moan pathetically. I'm right back on that edge, crying and feeling as though I'll burst from overstimulation.

"Louder," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm and mocking. "Say it louder. Say his name loud enough for him to hear you."

"Mike!" I scream it religiously as I come undone a second time, gripping him to the point I can feel how close he is too. I hear him laugh above me, his other hand now wrapping around my throat and choking me slightly.

"That's my name," he says with mocking gentleness. "Say his name or I won't finish."

"I don't remember," I sob. Jesus Christ, do I have problems? "Just want you!"

His face glows, his lips split into a wide grin of satisfaction.

"So you want me, do you, princess?"

I nod pathetically. He's throbbing, slamming into me hard enough it may draw a third climax in a row.

His laugh is cruel above me, his lips landing on top of mine in a wet, possessive kiss. His tongue fills my mouth, forcing me to take him as the sounds of him fucking me like a depraved animal makes me whine in desperation.

He pulls away, a long string of spit between us connecting our lips.

"Then I'll give you what you want, princess," he says. "But there's a price."

"Uh huh," I agree. My eyes roll back as my body twitches, barely able to focus as he thrusts into me.

"Look at me," he says patiently, tugging my hair once more. When I manage to remember how, he let's out a long 'aw,' smiling down at me with false sweetness as I stare dumbly into his eyes. I suppose I'm staring into his eyes. God, I'm stupid.

His thumb grazes my jaw, tutting as he examines my face closely.

"Your eyes are pretty...*" he says, his voice sweet and tender, almost like I've made him soft and vulnerable, but his cock pounding into me causes the beginning of a headache that won't let me forget how much we hate each other. "Your eyes are pretty, your mouth is pretty..."

I lick my lips and nod lightly.

"You are just such a pretty girl, aren't you?" He asks. I nod, my body twitching uselessly as my third climax washes over me.

"Good girl," he praises. "All fucked out over me. That's good."

Suddenly and without warning, he pulls out quickly and shoves my face down close to his cock, coming all over my face. It's thick and everywhere. In my hair, my mouth. I can't even open my eyes.

"Stay like that," Mike commands as he lays me on my back. His softening cock reenters me and pumps lazily, his purpose to make sure he's fully emptied.

"Any new thoughts?" He asks me in a strange tone, light and amused. I simply moan, relishing the moment. He chuckles and spreads my legs so he can better see what is happening between us. It isn't until I hear the chime of his camera confirming a recording that I realize what he's done.

"Mike?" I ask, barely able to think straight.

A low laugh escapes him, cruel but warm.

"I want to show your new boyfriend the real you," he says. "Make sure we're all on the same page here, right?

...Fuck me, I have problems.

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Thanks for reading, pookies. See y'all in hell.

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#yes nick is nick brady from paradise lost #i couldnt help myself #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt fnaf #mike schmidt #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt x reader smut #mike schmidt x you #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson fanfic

[strangerxperv]

Roommate Eddie Munson x Perv fem Reader

Filling a Complaint

NSFW/ MINORS you aren't invited to The Fuckening 2: Electric Boogaloo

(maybe a new au that I come back to)

Reader has a major crush on Eddie since the beginning and it turned into love. He doesn't know because she flirts with everyone (she doesn't think he'd like her anyways) and sleeps around. Eddie slowly falls in love with her but he can't hide it from anyone. Essentially both characters are oblivious.

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Eddie watches as another man leaves your room with an exhausted expression and disheveled appearance. He takes a long drag from the blunt to sooth the rage bubbling in his stomach. His jealousy sits heavy on his sturdy chest before pooling in dark eyes. They glare at the man making a dash for the apartment door.

It's not long until you're leaving your own room to join the lanky man lounging on the sofa. He doesn't look at you when you ask for a hit but he passes it to you. You return it to Eddie as you heave on air and smoke.

"I hate protected sex." Dark curls swing wildly as he stares at you in shock, mouth agape. "Condoms take the satisfaction out of sex and I miss the way cum drips out... I wanna be filled!" You whine out with a defiant pout.

You wanna be filled. Holy fuck. Holy fucking shit, oh my God, you wanna be filled. Deep breath, eddie.

"Is it that the condoms keep you from being satisfied or the guys you're sleeping with can't make you cum?" Be cool Munson.

"What? They make me cum."

"No, no they don't." Eddie fills his mouth with beer to gather himself, "I can hear you, you know, and I know when you cum. I can hear when you cry out from your favorite vibrator. The way you whimper in overstimulation as you go again for a better orgasm." His eyes meet yours and lock you in place, "Sure those idiots might make you feel good but they don't actually make you cum. If they did you'd let them stay longer for another round."

Eddie's large hand slides from the bottle as he places it onto the table before landing on his clothed cock. The grey sweats do nothing to hide his straining erection. He palms it and never breaks eye contact with you, who is staring. Eddie's huge.

"You make me hard every time you cum, fuck." He grinds into his own hand, "Angry every time they don't make you cum because I know I could satisfy you. I could make you see stars before I ever stuff you with my dick."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie x you #stranger things #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x y/n #stranger things smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x reader fanfiction #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson stranger things #roommate eddie munson #roommate eddie munson x perv reader #eddie munson x perv reader

[basu-shokikita]

Kloktober 2023 Day 15

Dethklok on Vacation

I wanted to write Dethklok chilling at the beach for this but I already wrote a Skwistok beach fic very recently for the Seasons Zine so I had to think harder for it.

And then, it came to me. The answer was so obvious...

Nathan looked at his surroundings. He had never been happier to see lines, crying babies, lovey-dovey couples or to have excited children bump into him, colored drinks in hand. 

It was their first vacation since the world almost ended, so Nathan was learning to appreciate all those little things he once took for granted.

Oh, and also, they were in Disneyland. Magic Kingdom, to be more specific. It was his favorite, he was a man of classic taste after all. Just the sight of the Cinderella Castle in the distance soothed his heart. Except this time, the crowds did too.

“Nethans, Nethans!” He heard Toki call him enthusiastically and he turned to him.

Toki was wearing Minnie Mouse ears, hand clasping Skwisgaar’s, who was wearing Mickey Mouse ears to match. Not that the latter had been keen to do it, simply given up against Toki’s relentless insistence. Even now, he looked less than excited to be there.

“Skwisgaar and me wants to goes to the Mad Tea Parties!” Toki said. “Cans we?”

Nathan exchanged glances with Pickles and they both shrugged. “Sure.” He said. They normally did everything together, the lines, the food, the attractions unless someone got lost. Things were different this time, though.

Beaming, Toki pulled Skwisgaar by the hand and they went in another direction and Nathan was left seeing their backs. Toki pointed at things, chatting happily while hugging Skwisgaar’s arm. While Skwisgaar didn’t return the affection, he didn’t reject it either and Toki seemed to read that as encouragement to kiss his cheek.

Toki and Skwisgaar had always been close, in their own particular way. Or rather, it was like they were two halves of the same thing. What thing was that? Nathan had no idea. But at some point after the defeated Salacia, that…wholeness seemed to turn into something else. While Nathan would’ve been shocked and even kind of thrown off before, he couldn’t find it in himself to care now. Lots of things lost their impact after surviving the end of the world. Walking into Toki and Skwisgaar kissing wasn’t impressive after witnessing thousands die and realizing your main connection on this Earth had been with the band all along. Hell, maybe they were all a little gay. Maybe he was kind of gay too.

Maybe?

“I’m going to Big Thunder Mountain.” Murderface announced and also left, like a child making use of his independence for the first time. 

Murderface has also changed lately, making less of a fuss about everything he did. It made Nathan wonder if all this time he had been simply seeking their attention and approval. And now that he knew he had it, he could act more naturally. 

Man, he was sure having big thoughts while in the line for “it’s a small world”. It was his ultimate favorite attraction, hands. down. Always made him shed brutal tears seeing those little dolls dressed as people from all over the world and dancing. And he had a feeling this time he would cry even harder over them.

“I fucking love Disneyland!” He said, to himself and anyone that could hear him, really.

Pickled snorted, shoving another handful of loaded fries into his mouth. He was wearing a Goofy Hat, complete with ears, and wayfarer sunglasses so the kids didn’t see how high he was. “I fucken’ missed it, dood.” He said.

“Me too!” Nathan agreed, raising his fists in the air with furor. “This is awesome!”

Pickles smiled. “Yea.”

As he let his arms fall, Nathan inhaled deeply and felt in the air. In the air, even. In everything around him right now. In the child that had dropped his ice cream just now and was about to start crying, in the trees waving with the afternoon breeze, in the sign that said they still had 40 minutes to go. In his friend standing next to him right now, waiting to get in this silly ride with him like there was nothing better he could do. 

“Hey, Pickles?”

“Yea?”

“I love you, man.”

Even with the sunglasses, Nathan could tell Pickles was staring at him with wide eyes.  “Huh?”

Usually, a reaction like that would discourage him from showing any more emotion. Not today, however. “I said I love you!” He repeated, pulling Pickles into a forceful hug and rubbing that dumb, balding head of his. “I do!”

As it happened, Pickles had a tendency to deflect compliments, though this time it was harder while being squeezed between Nathan’s arms. “Ow-What- Nethan did you take sumthin’?” He sputtered against Nathan’s chest.

“Uh, no?” Nathan tried to remember. It was stupid and definitely the kind of stuff he would’ve punched a regular jack-off for saying, but he felt high on life. Yeech, he shook his head, trying to shake off the cringe of even thinking that particular phrase.  “I’m just feeling it, man.”

“O-Okei!” Pickles finally managed to pull away from Nathan’s grasp, one hand holding the plate with the remains of the fries, the other holding his now smushed sunglasses. There was a mark on the bridge of his nose and his face was flushed so funny that it made him look like a fucked up strawberry. “I love ya too, dood.” He said, like he was trying to get it out of the way already.

“Cool.” Nathan smiled. “I already knew that.”

Pickles made an offended noise, though he still broke into a grin. “Now, aren’t ya fucken’ humble.” He shoved Nathan playfully.

“Whatever.” Nathan eyed the fries on Pickles’ hands. “Can I have some?”

“Oh, sure.” Pickles raised his hand, to bring the food closer to Nathan, but when Nathan leaned in, he smashed it against his face. While cold melted cheddar invaded his nostrils, Nathan heard him laugh. “Bet ya didn’t see th’t one comin’!” 

He wanted to get mad, yet he couldn’t. “You’re such an asshole, Pickles.” Nathan chuckled, wiping his face.

“Whatever.” Pickles shrugged, still laughing, which made Nathan burst into laughter in turn.

And so they remained, in hysterics over some dumb prank while the people in front of them threw them judgemental glare.

Happiness was really fucking brutal. 

#kloktober2023 #kloktober #metalocalypse #nathan explosion #pickles the drummer #skwisgaar skwigelf #william murderface #toki wartooth #skwistok #dethklok #its bg though but im tagging it just in case #my writing #no beta we die like men etc

[sofasoap]

Lastochka AU - Strange confession

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Some sickness, some realisation, some confession. some sadness.

AU to my Lastochka series

WARNING: Mature Theme. swearing. Slight angst.

A/N : The meaningless crack plot continues. Thank you @nrdmssgs for the tips and knowledges of traditional Russian cold and flu remedies (some are very similar to my culture!)

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Liar. He is a big, fat, liar. Fucken a few weeks. My ass. 

It’s been over three months. And you haven’t heard anything from him. Not a call, nor text. Zero. None.Zilch. Nul. Neoni. 

You curl up in your bed, currently on the third day of running on extreme high fever that just doesn’t seem to drop no matter what you do. 

The loneliness hits you all of sudden. 

When is he coming home?

Home? Is this even his home? 

Does he even want to come back to you?

You feel so lonely without him by your side. 

You miss him. You miss his cuddle

You miss him fussing after you. You miss his low murmurs.

“That’s it, Lastochka. Be a good girl for me.”

“Look at you Lastochka, so adorable.” 

“Anything for you, My beautiful Lastochka.” 

You miss him. You love him. 

YOU LOVE HIM?

Shit. 

A familiar large warm hand rested on your forehead. 

“Lastochka? Блять, you are running a fever.” The owner of the hand swore as they proceeded to touch your cheek and your neck. You struggled for a second but managed to peel your eyelids open.

There’s your husband, sitting on the edge of the bed, eyeing you with concern. 

“Nik.” you replied as your voice cracked, croak and hoarse from days of coughing. “When did you get back? I thought..” 

“Thought what?” 

I thought you don’t want me anymore.

Shaking your head to dispel the negative feverish thought, only to realise its big mistake seconds after, as the room starts spinning around and triggering headache. You turned to bury your face into the pillow, whimpering. 

“Have you taken anything?”

“No. Ran out of pain relief a few days ago.” you shook your head again, lightly this time. 

“No one came and checked you?” Nikolai frowned, seemingly irritated that no one has told him about your sickness nor anyone has bothered to come and look after you. 

“Few people offered. But I don’t want to pass my flu onto them. It’s already bad enough we are short staffed at work. ” you whispered, ready to receive a lecture from him. 

Nikolai sighed. As someone that has experienced your stubbornness, he should know it takes a lot for you to ask for help. Soap often complains about how he has to drag you half of the time, kicking and screaming, when he finds out if you've been hiding things from him.

With that thought, he stood up from the bed, ready to walk out of the bedroom.

Your arm shot out from under the blanket, grabbing his hand. “Where are you going?” you look at him, teary eyes filled with fear and lips trembling. Why are you so afraid of him leaving you again all of sudden? Damn hazy sickness brain, making you so weak. So emotional. So vulnerable. 

“Kitchen. Lie back down little bird. Don’t move.” he reassures as he gently pushes you back down into bed, “Going to make you something to ease that cough and blocked nose of yours. By the way,have we got any potatoes?”

Potatoes? Is he going to make you food?

“I used the last bit of it a week ago.. I don’t have any appetite to eat anyway. Don’t make any food.” You said to him, while grabbing a piece of tissue and blowing your nose.

“Humm.. have to use onion instead then.” Nikolai mumbled as he walked out of the room. 

Now you are a bit weary of what he is planning to do. You want to ask more, but your sluggish mind and body forces you to retreat back under the cover, to continue wallowing in self-pity and sickness. 

You open your eyes again when you feel the slight dip of the bed. Nikolai slides the serving tray down on the bedside table before gently pulling you up into his chest. Closing your eyes as you melt into his chest, relaxed. Being in his embrace seems to cure half of your sickness. For the first time in days you feel so safe and content just lying against him. 

You whined as he set you back into the bed, with piles of cushion and pillow he placed behind your back to lean into. Reaching over towards the tray, he grabbed a hot steaming mug of tea and carefully placed it in your hand. He then picks up a mandarin and proceeds to peel it.

Strong aroma of lemon and honey and unidentified sweetness hits your nostril as you lift the mug closer to your face. The hot steam immediately clears a bit of your blocked nostrils, making it dribble. 

Nikolai picks up a piece of tissue and dabs your running nose with a chuckle as you try to sniff it back up, and tilting his head up silently encourages you to take a sip of the drink. 

You timidly took a tiny sip, being careful not to burn yourself. You feel the hot lemon drink trickling down your throat, soothing the lumpiness and soreness you haven’t been able to get rid of for days. 

What is that familiar sweetness? It’s not just honey… it's more.. Fruity?

“It’s raspberry jam.” Nikolai answered the question, as if reading your thoughts. He proceeds to explain as he feeds a wedge of mandarin into your mouth.“My mother used to put honey and raspberry jam into hot lemon water to settle the high fever when we were young.It’s a poor man’s way of curing diseases. But it works wonders. I used to look forward to the drink every time I got sick.” The nostalgic tone of voice tinged with sadness, making your heart ache, listening to him mentioning for the first time ever about his own personal life. 

You knew nothing about this man. Apart from what your brother and the team told you. Leader of PMC, shady arms dealer seems to be able to get his hands on anything you ask for. Not even Price could tell you more than what you know. Or they don’t want you to know the truth. 

You hate that. 

He’s your husband. You want to know more about him. Get closer to his heart. You have the right to know. But, alas. He’s not your real husband. You can’t demand things and secrets out of him.

“Is your nose still blocked?” He asked suddenly, changing the topic. You tried to take a deep breath in through your nose, testing it out. You gasped for air through your mouth instead.

“Yep. still blocked.” you rolled your eyes as you answered in a nasally voice. “The steam only relieved it for a little bit.. Ugh.” you turned around to grab another tissue, ready to blow your nose, he held out his hand to stop you.

“Wait, try this first.” Nikolai turned to grab a bowl of murky white substance, you instinctively cover your nose and mouth as the strong stinging smell hits your nostril. 

“ What the hell is that? Better not be your…” 

“Onion juice.”

“ONION JUICE? Am I supposed to drink that or…” you eye the pipette in his other hand suspiciously. 

“Oh No, I drip it into your nose, it will clear your nose instantly.” 

“Thank you. But no, thanks. I’ll just keep blowing my nose and clear it up… the old fashion way.” you politely declined, edging away from him towards the other side of the bed. 

“Try it! It works wonders on me everytime.Trust me, you will feel better in no time.” putting the pipette into the bowl, he drew up a bit of liquid before towering you.

Feeling your hand on the edge of the bed, you had nowhere else to go, you warned him, “I swear to you Nikolai.. If you put that into my nose.. I’ll pour that thing onto your dick…” 

He ignores your threat, and traps you under him. His knees wedge your legs apart, his large hand grasps both of your hands and pushes it over your head, while the other one aims right for one of your nostrils. 

In the normal circumstances  you will be really aroused in this very compromised position, but with your nose and sinus at stake? There is nothing sexy about this at all. 

With a fast precision, he quickly drips the juice into both of your nostrils before you start thrashing about.  You instantly feel the burn of the mucous membrane and the whole of your sinus cavities as well.  

“... IS this how you torture your enemies for information?!!!” you cried out as you rolled around in pain, tears running down your face from the sting and the strong smell of the onion. You thought cutting up onion to induce tears was bad enough, this was a hundred times worse than what you experienced.

“Oh no. I use more harsh substances on them. This is very mild compared to that.” Nikolai commented casually, seemingly happy with the effect onion juice has on you. 

“.. I don’t want to know. Oh gosh, look at all this stuff flowing out..” you sat up, scrambling to the other side to grab more tissues to blow your nose, and realising your nose has somehow cleared up more than before. You look at him with astonishment. 

“I told you it will work. Downside to it you will have a dripping nose for the next hour or so.” Nikolai replied with a smirk on his face. “Best way to deal with it is to stand in the shower with the steam from hot water.” 

With the mention of that, you don’t even remember when was the last time you took a shower. Probably three days ago? You hardly had energy to get out of bed to use the toilet, let alone to stand for a period of time under the shower. Slowly you shuffle towards the edge of bed, nearly toppled over as you try to stand with your shaky legs. He grabbed you by your shoulder, steadying you before letting go. 

“I must smell.” you pouted as you sniff your own armpit.

“Nonsense. You always smell nice.” he smiled as he started stripping himself and proceeded to help you with undressing. He always knows when to say the right thing to make you feel better. 

“Even if you fall into a pile of manure, you will still smell like roses to me.”

Most times. 

“Nikolai.” you perked up as you leaned against his broad chest for support with hot water splashing down on top of the two of you, as much as you don’t want to admit, the onion juice and the steam is working wonders. “Why are you so good to me?” 

Nikolai shifted his focus to the side for a few seconds, one hand running down the small of your back as he hummed lightly before turning his attention back towards you, water dripping off his hair down his face. 

“Because I love you, my sweet little bird.” he replied in a low voice, barely loud enough for you to hear.

Your heart twisted at his confession. You have your suspicion that his feelings were quite genuine from all the affection and attention he had been showering you with for the past year.  He doesn’t have to do any of this to you. He could have just signed the marriage certificate and let you be, have minimal contact with you. 

But instead, he visits you with every chance he gets. Finding all the excuses in the world to take you out. To be close to you. To spend time with you. 

And in time, you realise, you have fallen in love with this strange, mysterious yet charismatic man. 

You open your mouth to reply, letting him know you return his feelings. But his large gentle hand covers your mouth, shushing you.

“You don’t have to say it if you really don’t mean a word of it, Lastochka.I am just happy you let me stick by your side.” 

But you want to tell him how you really feel. To put his heart at ease. What’s stopping you? Would he believe you if you tell him now? Would it sound totally insincere? As those questions run through your mind, he leaned forward and turned the shower off, grabbing the towel from the hanger before wrapping you up nicely,to get you ready for bed. 

He slides in behind you after settling you under the cover,caressing your hair. You feel the gentle vibration of his chest as he softly hums a tune of lullaby. You sniffed as your eyes started to flutter to a close, days of fatigue from poor sleep finally claiming you.

Soon. You will let him know. You promised yourself. 

Someday. 

“I never took you to be the marriage type, Nik.” Price commented as he sat down with two glasses of whisky, trying to probe his friend for more information. 

Nikolai smiles, not taking the bait as he takes a sip of the drink Price brought him. 

He didn’t think he would have gotten married either.  He was ready to face the fact he would die on the battlefield, in some enemy territory. As a soldier. 

But he found you. His beautiful bird. The bright sunshine. 

His true love.  

Even though the love of his life doesn’t love him. 

It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t deserve you anyway. You don’t belong in his world. 

It’s a sin to taint someone who is so pure and bright. With his bloodied hand. 

He was happy enough to keep this relationship somehow… platonic. Purely physical. 

But with each interaction, he couldn’t help but get drawn into you like a moth to the flame. 

The back and forth bantering, the jabs, your ferociousness. Never give up attitude to life. 

Makes him feel alive. 

Gives him something to look forward to after missions. 

To return home to you. 

Nikolai raises his glass at you as he sees you high fived Soap after getting a bullseye at the dart game. You duck your head down for a second before looking back up, smiling shyly at him. 

“I don’t know what is up with the two of you, but I can clearly see she is quite smitten with you.” Price said as he tilted his tumbler, sloshing his drink as the ice clinked against the glass. “Heed this warning. Treat her right. Last thing you want is the four of you coming after you for breaking her heart.” 

He will never break your heart. 

Because you are his Lastochka. His precious little bird. He will forever wrap you up in his arms. He will be the shield you away from the darkness. The evil of the world.

Protect you with his life. 

Even if you don’t love him. 

But….

If he has to set you free? He will. 

Even if it breaks his own heart. 

“You still need to sweat that fever out of you… let me get some vodka…” “NO.” 

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[cloveroctobers]

OCTOBER PROMPTS 🎃 — 2. Willie Jack

A/N: okay y’all lured me in to write anotha one about our girl! Can’t believe the show is over, idk why I expected at least 4-6 seasons smh. Show will be missed and I’m open to seeing where the cast further take their careers fr. I’m not speaking on that supposed relationship between two certain characters because it wasn’t really executed to me while watching? We all know if there was going to be a relationship between the teens who it really should have focused on. So whatever they hinted at this time doesn’t actually exist and it’s not canon to me! Anyways, would definitely recommend a rewatch for myself lol.

WARNINGS: language + awkwardness when it comes to crushes?

PROMPTS are from here + I’m using: blackberry picking, “do you want some hot chocolate?” and “I don’t like scary movies.” “I’ll keep you safe.”

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Willie Jack is still in disbelief that she’s back.

Well…not really back she thought. Mika was simply visiting temporarily from Nebraska—of all fucken places!!! which she moved to with her house full of family a few years back. She didn’t get the chance to visit much (at least Elora did being a whole college student and shit) but it seemed like she kept up with mostly everybody else, except for Willie Jack who was still being closed off with Mika’s departure.

“What’s up with you? Why aren’t you over there chopping it up with Mika? You know she’s outta here on Sunday right?” Bear says from beside Willie Jack, who quickly turns her attention back to her friend on the field.

Willie Jack shrugs, “don’t be in my business bro.”

“Yeah Cheese is right, you’re vibe is giving preternaturalness.”

Immediately Willie Jack jerks her head back with a frown, “fuck did you just call me?”

“I don’t know but i know it fits.” Bear grins at Willie Jack, slapping his hands down on her shoulders before leaving her at the plants to join the rest.

Yes it was unusual for Willie Jack to ever distance herself from her friends. She was a social butterfly amongst her friends majority of the time but having Mika back after all this time made her feel off and that’s something she hardly allows herself to feel.

“Sup,” another familiar voice catches Willie Jack off guard from behind the shrubs, her fists going up ready to defend herself but she realizes it’s just Elora staring at her strangely.

Elora lifts her chin, “what’s up with you?”

“I really wish everyone would stop saying that shit to me. I’m cool, having a grand time with my buddy, bart the blackberry tree.” Willie Jack is waving her hands at the dark fruit.

Elora stares hard at her friend before flicking her eyes off to the group where Mika has her head thrown back in laughter at something Jackie says.

Which also doesn’t sit right with Willie Jack.

“Jackie ain’t funny, so fuck is she laughing at?” Willie Jack mutters making Elora slowly nod her head and cross her arms as she gets closer to the girl.

Elora states, “Mika’s still that giggly person we’ve always known and love. That hasn’t changed.”

“Yo, You’re supposed to be on my side here.”

“Why does there need to be sides when it comes to Mika, she’s our homie no?”

Willie Jack rolls her eyes and says nothing more at that. She did consider Mika a friend once upon a time and it’s not like she didn’t consider her as such but things did change the night that she left. And Willie Jack never told anyone about it and still wasn’t sure how she felt.

“I guess but like…it’s different now.”

“But why?” Elora pressed, “to me it seems like you’re the one making it an issue when it didn’t seem like she had a problem since she hugged you when we met up earlier.”

Willie Jack messes with her beaded earrings now, briefly thinking about that encounter hours ago. Mika was all deep dimple smiles and although Willie Jack was the last person she hugged, Mika still acknowledged her like they haven’t stopped talking.

“If I tell you, you got to promise me you won’t make it a big deal.”

Elora nods, “okay…go on.”

Willie jack looks around to make sure everyone is still out of ear shot, she scratches at the back of her neck in nervousness. She’s been holding onto this for so long now and she knows there’ll be some relief telling somebody about what went down.

“Alright so I’m just gonna come right out with it,” Willie Jack exhales, “the night Mika left to shitty Nebraska…she came over to the crib and we were out in my backyard having a bit of a heart to heart you know? And she kissed me, bro.”

“What?!” Elora yells gaining the attention of everyone and Willie Jack goes to slam her hands on top of her cap covered hair in embarrassment.

Willie Jack glares at Elora who covers her mouth trying to hide her laughs, leaving Willie Jack to turn to Jackie, Bear, cheese, and of course Mika. She gives them a commercialized thumbs up before turning back to Elora, yanking on her shoulders to shove her further away between the shrubs.

“Fuck did I just say,” Willie Jack hisses at Elora who’s grinning at the younger girl now after stumbling a bit, “you’re the one making it worse now.”

Elora rolls her eyes, “please, they have no clue what we’re even talking about.”

“Maybe not or maybe! with you sounding like a fucken surround sound.”

Elora chuckles, “my bad, bro. But this explains so much!”

“Does it?”

“Yeah! she’s been asking me about you whenever we catch up with me at school and her all the way in Nebraska.” Elora informs Willie Jack who lifts her brows at bit at the news until Elora then sighs, “I was the only one that figured out that something went on without her really saying anything about it.”

“Wait…Mika’s asked about me?” Willie Jack is rocking on her toes now and Elora sends her a knowing smile.

“Uh yeah bro, it’s not like she ever forgot about you. You’re the one who stopped sending letters and picking up the phone.”

Willie Jack lifts her chin inquiring, “How you know that?”

“Mika told me, shit ass!” Elora lightly shoves Willie Jack’s shoulders.

“So…I’ve been a shit ass all this time when Mika’s been worried about me?”

Willie Jack’s never been the type of friend to just leave you hanging. If there was a issue, she would be quick to tell you to, “not be like that!” Wanting to figure it out, even if it was only keeping each other company until you were ready to speak on it. However with Mika, things change and she wasn’t sure if it was for the better.

“Well…I wouldn’t say worried but she cares and I don’t think she ever stopped being your friend, you’re the one who stopped.”

“I didn’t mean to.” Willie Jack feels the weight of that statement and she didn’t enjoy the sinking feeling in her tummy right now.

“Then fix it.” Elora orders, “Stop hovering in the corner by yourself like a fucken weirdo and just talk to her! So maybe you guys can be something if that’s what y’all want.”

Willie Jack scowls, “who said all that? I still don’t even know how I feel about it all. It happened forever ago anyways. Maybe she forgot? Plus she could be seeing somebody and we live hours away now so I doubt that will ever work.”

“Stop doubting yourself and you won’t know unless you try.”

Plus they could always look at Elora as a prime example. Although she wasn’t that far away from Okern, Elora still put in the effort to still be around now that their lives were slowly but surely changing.

“…Mvto, Elora.”

“Don’t mention it,” Elora pushes Willie Jack’s shoulder, “can’t believe you’re growing up on me, making out and shit.”

“Ah, yeah, shut up.”

“Let’s go!”

“Alright man, don’t rush me! Let me get my thoughts together first.”

“If you think too much, you’re gonna fuck it up…more than you already have.”

“Wow, it’s like that?

“Yeah, kinda.” Elora snickers.

Elora ends up leaving Willie Jack for a few moments to gather herself, gradually directing the rest away from Mika as she sees Willie Jack making her way over.

She’s swinging her hands behind her back awkwardly as the crisp air blows. Mika’s dressed in a jet black off the shoulder baggy sweater paired with a patterned pleated skirt, ripped up stockings, and gummy bear earrings.

She’s gorgeous and it’s not fair.

“How much blackberries you think you got?” Willie Jack starts from behind Mika, who’s on her tippy toes.

She sets back down, tossing some into a picnic basket she brought along, which Bear and Jackie teased her about but she shrugged it off with a smile and middle finger.

“You know…I was trash at probability in school right?” Mika’s sunset eyes glance at Willie Jack over her shoulder, “I never guessed right or got the prizes and it definitely pissed me off to no end.”

Willie Jack leans forward, peeking at her basket but Mika playfully steps in front of it, “I’m not sharing.”

“What?” Willie Jack blows a raspberry, “I’m sure I got more than you back in my own stash. These hands are the quickest ones here.”

Mika stares off at the spot Willie Jack was once at and dips her head, almost pointing, “are you faster than a Prairie dog?”

Willie Jack whips around, locating the chunky animal running off with her sack of blackberries. “Hey you oversized chicken nugget, that shit ain’t yours!”

The animal stops in the middle on its run, dropping the bag to bare its teeth at Willie Jack who jumps back with her hands raised in the air, leaving the dog to pick the sack up with its teeth and carry on its way.

“Even the fucken animals tryin’ to tear a hard working woman down, that ain’t right! Imma tell the ancestors about your bullshit too!” Willie Jack yells as the prairie dog continues fleeing.

Mika’s laughing before softly placing her hands on Willie Jack’s shoulders, “I think that was his way of telling me to share, although you’re the one who ghosted me.”

“Don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.” Willie Jack is poking her lips out.

Mika gives the long haired girl a look before turning to put her basket on her wrist, leading the way through the rows of blackberry shrubs.

Letting out a long sigh Mika replies, “the dogs never told me you ended up with amnesia.”

“I don’t think I have that,” Willie Jack said walking beside her, “…I just don’t want to make it awkward for you.”

Mika glances at the braided girl, “For me or for you? I don’t have any regrets if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“…are we talking about the same thing? The thing that happened a couple years ago in my backyard?”

“Oh you mean: me kissing you and you kissing me back?”

“Is that how it went?” Willie Jack’s eyes were in slits now.

Mika laughs, “hell yeah, shit ass and I didn’t forget! I couldn’t, which is why I wrote to you.”

“But you never brought it up?”

“I couldn’t get the best read on you when it happened. I knew you were caught off guard but…did you like it?”

Willie Jack stares at the floor, twisting her lips around in thought. How it felt to have Mika’s always covered bracelet arms locked softly around her shoulders, and her natural scent of patchouli, apples, and brown sugar was already intoxicating before she even put her lips on Willie Jack’s. Of course she was caught off guard with Mika taking the lead, Mika’s focus only on Willie Jack’s lips as she stopped thinking about it and just did it. There was only one chance and she waited a long time to take it so why not go forth with the risk?

“I mean…I didn’t not like it.” Willie Jack peeks at Mika who nods with a small smile, “it’s just shitty that you pulled that that same night you were leaving though. Didn’t really have a chance to talk about it or process it really.”

Mika understands that, “sorry about that, the not talking about it but not the actual kissing part. guess I kinda had to process myself…since I been wanted to kiss you but I did panic when you didn’t say much after.”

“It was something…but a good something.” Willie jack bumps her shoulder with the girl who smirks at her.

Soon they’re walking in silence, fingertips brushing against each others as the make their way back to Elora’s car where everyone else is standing near it talking themselves.

“Hey guys!” Cheese waves, “we’re gonna have enough berries to last us to new years!”

Willie Jack announces, “I got the most though!”

“Where?” Jackie asks.

Willie Jack kisses her teeth, “fucken prairie—it doesn’t matter, I just do and you’ll have to take my word for it.”

“I’d rather not.”

Willie jack rolls her eyes.

Elora laughs as she gazes at Mika and Willie Jack, “you two ready to go? It’s getting dark and we got a hour drive back home.”

Her eyes meet Willie Jack’s silently hinting that she hoped they got somewhere with their talk but Wille Jack just shrugs her shoulders.

“I’ll help if you get tired, Elora.” Mika speaks up.

Willie Jack raises her brows, “you got a license?”

Mika was a year older than Willie Jack.

“Yup not long before my family and I traveled back here. Think that’s why my ma really wanted me to do it in the first place since they took my granny’s license away. She’s losing her sight and thinks my hair is on fire instead of pink.”

“Orange would look sick on you though,” Jackie comments, making Willie Jack flick her eyes over to the once bleached girl.

Willie jack adds, “you want Meeks to look like fucken child’s play? She’s wearing the pink well, better than I’ve ever seen. True queen shit, which you wouldn’t know a thing about.”

Jackie sends a look to Elora and Bear, unsure what was going on here.

Mika bumps her hip with Willie Jack’s, “we’re cool again, I think.”

“Must be with how hard Willie Jack just went for you,” Bear grins before glancing at the girl on his right, “got Jackie here speechless.”

“Fuck off,” Jackie shoves Bear while looking at the hat wearing girl, “…glad whatever you two went through is over but…do we got a problem Willie?”

Willie Jack is nonchalant, “we don’t got no beef…just chill out.”

Which definitely sounded like a warning in Jackie’s eyes.

“It was a compliment or suggestion. Don’t see Mika getting tight about it.”

“Okay! Let’s get going.” Elora steers the conversation away, “Jackie, ride up front with me.”

“Sure,” Jackie eyes Willie Jack who huffs at her, circling around to the passenger side.

Cheese gets in the middle of the backseat while Bear runs around to the other side of the car to sit behind Jackie. Willie jack is awkwardly looking at the space in the car.

“I’ll hold your basket for you, Mika.” Cheese offers, while she thanks the young boy.

Bear sees The dilemma and also offers, “You can squeeze in Mika or sit on my lap if you want?”

“Oh god,” Elora mutters, pressing her forehead against the steering wheel, making Jackie frown at her.

Willie jack shakes her head, quickly moving to sit right beside cheese, strapping herself into the car before holding out her hand, “C’mon on then, you heard Elora. We got a long way to go.”

“Ohhh are you—

Willie Jack dips her head silently making Mika smile to herself, while the rest await the scene that plays out in front of them. Mika doesn’t further question it, entering the car and sitting right on Willie Jack’s lap before closing the door behind her.

“Aw but Mika doesn’t have a seat belt.”

Willie jack carefully slips her hands around Mika’s waist, “I got her.”

“That works for now!” Cheese beams, not reading into it too much like the rest in the car are.

Bear is smirking now after it dawns on him what is happening as Mika leans back into Willie Jack’s embrace so Elora can better see out the back window but also because it was a nice place to be.

“Is this okay?” Willie Jack whispers to Mika who’s made herself comfortable, head resting back in the space between Willie Jack’s neck and shoulder.

Mika says, “yup! Long as you got me.”

“I do.” Willie Jack meets Mika’s eyes, squeezing her a bit tighter.

“Good, then we have nothing to worry about. Let’s enjoy the ride.”

“Word.” Willie jack concludes, almost snapping her eyes shut at how annoying she probably sounded but Mika just presses her forehead into the side of Willie Jack’s head.

Elora drops Willie Jack off first with Mika having to exit the car. She asks Mika if she’ll walk her to her door and she agrees with a yawn along with a stretch of her arms up into the autumn air.

“So…” Willie Jack is back to swinging her hands in front of her as she stands face to face with Mika on her stoop.

Mika laughs, “yes Mena?”

“Do you want some hot chocolate?”

“I’d love some!” She bounces on her toes, “I’ll just tell the guys that I’m staying here.”

“Yeah, okay. Nice!”

Willie Jack silently curses to herself again while she just knows her friends are in the car talking shit. She watches Mika lean against the door of the window, talking to their friends in the car, waving at them before she steps back. Skirt spinning with her as she walks back to Willie Jack and fuck she’s so pretty!

Which almost distracts her from Bear smashing his lips on the car window as Elora pulls off from the curb with a honk of her horn.

“After you my lady,” Willie Jack holds her hands out after pushing the front door open.

Mika curtesy’s before entering the home, peeking around as she steps into the first space, which happens to be the living room. “Everything still looks the same.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh.” Mika plops down on the couch while Willie Jack enters the kitchen, turning the stove on before opening the fridge to get the leftover homemade hot chocolate she made at midnight.

It’s quiet but it’s not awkward as Mika makes herself comfortable, folding her legs underneath her on the couch. It’s not long before Willie Jack enters the living room with steaming mugs.

“Thanks,” Mika takes the mug with a smile while Willie Jack places her’s on the coffee table.

She takes off her hat, tossing it on the arm of the couch before digging her fingers into her braid to let her hair run free. Mika watches Willie Jack as she sips on the just right hot beverage, admiring just how beautiful her “friend” is.

“Your hair’s gotten longer,” Mika observes, “it’s still stunning.”

Willie jack fans her hand about, “thanks girl, I grew it myself.”

“Hell yeah! Love it just the way it is.”

And the way Mika is looking at Willie Jack makes her heart thud in her chest. The damn girl’s only been here for a day and she’s already got her feeling a way.

“We should watch a scary movie!” Willie jack jumps to her feet, heading over to the collection of dvd’s.

Mika rests one hand in the crease of her other arm, “I don’t like scary movies.”

Willie jack looks back at Mika from her squatting position, picking up on her unease. She was aware that Willie Jack’s parents weren’t home as the house was too hushed and she didn’t see her dad’s truck in the driveway. Night time has definitely fallen and they were alone, dancing around what they could be and now this girl was trying to put on a horror movie?!

“Really?” Willie jack asks, “any particular reason or…?”

“I don’t think it’s never really been my thing,” Mika murmurs while she looks at the front door, “every time you or bear would suggest sneaking into the outdoor movie night by lake crow I wanted to stick my head in the dirt and never come out.”

“Shit…guess I gotta pay more attention.”

“Nah, who wants to be the odd one out when everyone else was down? I just dealt with it…plus you two were always so excited although I lost sleep for a few nights because of all those movies but…you get over it you know?”

“If we do this…you think you’re gonna have any nightmares?”

“Hard to say honestly.”

“Then…I’ll keep you safe.” Willie Jack strongly said, “but that’s only if you want to. I’ll even pick the least scary one out of the batch.”

Mika sips at the hot chocolate, thinking about it, “I’m gonna hold you to it.”

Willie Jack makes a offering motion with a imaginary hot chip before taking the time to go through the collection. She finds one that she thinks will be alright before shoving it into the dvd player. Once she’s seated back next to Mika, she tosses one arm along the top of the couch allowing Mika to fill in that space.

She does, shuffling closer as a long suspenseful intro starts after Willie jack fumbled with the remote. Willie jack tries her hardest to keep her eyes on the screen but it’s the heat radiating off from Mika that makes it hard.

“Hey…you’re not drinking your chocolate?” Mika points out, pulling her head back to look at Willie Jack who fails to hide her staring.

She scratches at her ear, “oh right, it’s still piping hot. Imma let it rest for a bit you know?”

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those iced hot chocolate people?”

Willie jack scrunches up her lips, “I’m not. Don’t even think I ever tried that before.”

“Hmm.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“Your face did though.”

“What’s wrong with my face?” Mika leans back to give Willie Jack the side eye.

Now they’re looking at each other and Willie Jack is silently counting the beauty marks that’s on Mika’s diamond shaped face while Mika’s peering at Willie’s side profile.

“Nothing,” Willie Jack fully turns now gripping Mika’s chin and she almost forgets to breathe correctly, “nothing at all,” before she leans forward to press her lips right against Mika’s.

Willie Jack hears her squeal a bit but Mika knows she has to hold on tighter to the mug now while Willie Jack holds her in place. Mika tastes just like chocolate and cherries while her lips feel like fresh petals. Look at that, Willie Jack could be poetic or corny when it comes to romance too! Mika’s unfortunately not Willie Jack’s first kiss but this kiss definitely makes her forget all about what’s their face. The only thing that’s on her mind is how her heart basically skips a beat with her lips right on Mika’s.

And a kiss like this has never made Mika’s toes curl before.

When she pulls back, Mika is curling Willie Jack’s hair back behind her ear. She bits down on her lips to hide her dimpled smile (which doesn’t work in her favor really, Willie Jack was so tempted to poke them) as Willie Jack slowly opens her eyes to meet Mika’s sunset.

Willie Jack remembers to breathe, “What?”

“You kissed me, you really like me.” Mika sings into Willie Jack’s face, while the girl claps her hands against her face hoping her skin isn’t warming up but knows it probably is.

Mika reaches for Willie Jack’s wrist while laying her head back on the couch, “don’t be shy now, that was glorious!”

“Glorious? Oh my god.”

“That a great thing! Marvelous! Splendid even!”

“You sound like one of those teachers who thinks the sun shines out of their ass, bro.”

Mika pauses,“I don’t think you can call me bro anymore.”

“Why not?”

“‘Cause we kissed, twice?” Mika holds up the deuces, laughing as Willie Jack shakes her head, trying to wrap her head around the fact that she initiated this kiss.

Willie Jack nods her head at her own thinking, “You’ll always be my bro…just a different type. More meaningful, a higher level.”

“Oooh so I get perks?”

“Yeah…as soon as we figure out what to do about us?”

Mika goes quiet then, knowing their time was limited. She was only here for a week, mainly to visit and go to the state fair but that thought made her depressed since she was also building a life after graduating high school…all the way in Nebraska…and that’s not something she wanted to dwell on right now.

She peers at Willie Jack from underneath her lengthy eyelashes, “We could always just make out some more until we do?”

Willie jack scoffs, “I see, you only want me for my lips.”

“And your heart,” Mika leans into Willie Jack who licks her lips, feeling those butterflies in her stomach.

Willie jack throws her head back, “the rizz is killing me!”

“You love it.”

“I think I do.” Willie Jack nods.

“Yeaaah! So kiss me.”

“I’ll do more of that after we finish the movie, I know you’ll need it.”

“So you’re the one plotting on me then.”

“Noooo.” Wille jack fails to hide her smile although this wasn’t originally her plan…it doesn’t sound half bad now.

Mika pokes the long haired girl, “Now I don’t believe you!”

“Well I hope you have it in your heart not to hold nothing else against me. I made you hot chocolate, I gave you my love—

Mika laughs a bit, “that you did, that you did.”

They briefly place their foreheads against each other until Mika moves to rest her head on Willie Jack’s shoulder. It’s not long that they turn their attention back to the screen, both confused on this grainy yet clearly dated horror film.

“I think we need edibles to enjoy this.”

That would make the most logical sense and why Willie Jack’s dad even owned this film: House (1977).

“Damn,” Willie Jack snaps her finger, “and it would be even better if we at least had the blackberries. All that work we put in, we should at least be able to enjoy them.”

Mika gasps, “I can’t believe I left them in elora’s car.”

“That blows…hopefully cheese holds them down for you or else we’ll have to kick somebody’s ass. And by somebody, I mean bear and probably Jackie’s Wednesday Addams lookin’ ass.”

Mika snorts, missing this friend dynamic, “Meeks and Mena, doing what we do best.”

“Fuck yeah, thriving and Survivin’.”

“Real shit,” Mika grins as Willie Jack slips her hand to intertwine with Mika’s.

And she enjoys how Mika’s hand fits just right in her own, although a little shaky, which reminded Wille Jack of Mika’s old fear of bodies of water when they were much younger, Willie Jack gives Mika’s a quick squeeze to ease any form of anxiety her body maybe experiencing.

Whether it be the wonders of the world or the wonders of their relationship.

They didn’t have to always search for the answers, at least not right away. So for the present they could settle into the excitement of what’s happening in the now…

To just live with the guidance of one another.

With Meeks and Mena holding on no longer tiptoeing…then perhaps that could be more than enough.

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Upside Down Feelings

Chapter Three: Holly, Jolly

summary: Y/N helps Nancy navigate through the morning, but the tone changes as soon as she recalls the reason she stopped speaking to her. Barb goes missing.

word count: 2772

Chapter Two ->

“Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?” Nancy interrupted your conversation with a small group on the hallway.

“Uh, yeah,” You blinked, looking over at Robin. “Sure. I’ll meet you in class, okay?”

She nodded, failing miserably to hide the curiosity on her face.

Nancy walked you over to the girls’ bathroom. You followed, feeling Robin’s eyes all but burn a hole in the back of your shirt. Nancy held the door open before turning toward you as soon as it shut.

“Did you tell anyone about what I told you last night?” She asked. Your lips part, feeling a little hurt that she thought so little of you. “Like if it was some sort of revenge then-“

“Do you really think I’d do that?” You furrowed your brows. She just stared for a moment, making you scoff. “No, Nancy. I didn’t tell anyone, not even Robin. Especially not after the conversation we had last night.”

She nodded and let out a breath she’d been holding since she walked into school that morning. Your concern trumped your annoyance.

“Why?” You asked carefully.

“People have been staring at me all morning,” She shook her head, inhaling a shaky breath. “I’m sorry for even asking. I knew it couldn’t be you. It’s just.. Steve said that he didn’t tell anyone. Maybe I’m just being paranoid. You haven’t heard anyone talk about me, have you?”

“No clue. I just got here,” You always showed up to school later than she did. She knew this. Maybe her distress clouded her mind. “Who else knows? And where’s Barb?”

“I don’t know,” She shrugged, looking at you in the eyes. You could tell by the way they bounced between your own that she was anxious. “I have no idea how to go out there when I feel everyone’s eyes on me.

“Okay, come on,” You grabbed her hand, dragging her out of the bathroom. “I’m still a little offended at the fact that you think I’m a snitch but I’ll put that aside to walk with you. You’re sitting next to me next hour. We’ll look for Barb afterwards.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s avoiding me,” She muttered.

“Me neither,” You agreed, earning her unamused gaze. “What? You’d be doing the same if you were in her shoes.”

“I hate that you’re right.”

“But you’d also forgive her for it. Don’t beat yourself up for it. Was it a fucked up thing to do? Oh, abso-fucken-lutely. I’d be pissed too,” You said before smiling. “But it’s not unforgivable.”

You instantly regretted saying that as you felt her tense up in your arm.

—

“You’re mad at me because I’m saying you deserve better than a man whore?!” You shouted.

“Where is this even coming from?!” She shouted. “Is it jealousy? Are you mad at the fact that the school’s most popular boy wants me?!”

“You think I want to run around with the same crowd that pushes kids into lockers and taunts them in the hallways? No, Nancy. Sorry, but that just doesn’t seem worth the popularity,” You shrugged. “That’s not my crowd. And it’s not yours either so-“

“Then why? Why are you the only person that can never be happy for me?!”

“I’m the only one who cares enough not to agree with your every move. I’m telling you this because I want to see you happy!” You ran your hands desperately through your hair. “He only wants to get in your pants, Nancy. I don’t want to see you get your heart broken over some guy that doesn’t deserve you!”

“Oh, because you know so much about this topic!” She looked straight into your eyes now. “You can’t even get a guy to look your way!”

“Okay, maybe we should take a step back,” Barb finally stepped in, seeing the way your face fell.

“At least I don’t drop everything the second one shows the slightest bit of attention,” You bit back. She tightened her jaw as if to say ‘low blow’.

“How would you even know?!” Nancy stepped forward, venom dripping from her words. “You can’t keep one around. Not even your birth dad wanted you! And the one man that actually wanted to step up and take care of you, died! You’re the last person I should be taking guy advice from!”

“Nancy!” Barb gasped. She looked over at you to see the tears already building in your eyes. But you stood in stillness, paralyzed by the pain she just inflicted in your chest. She knew you weren’t over the fact that your father left as a child much less the death of your step father, the man who stepped as a father. The one you watched die in front of your very eyes. For once in your life, you had nothing to say to her.

Your silence took her aback. Her hands met your mouth, shocked at what just came out of her mouth. She wished she could take it back. She wished she believed that an apology would help the situation, but it would just be a drop in the ocean she’s just created.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean-“

“Don’t,” You held up a hand. You stared right into her soul, showing her the tears that began to run paired with the anger behind them. “Don’t call me. Don’t come by my house. I never want to see you again, Nancy.”

—

You both blinked as that memory resurfaced. You despised the fact that you know now had a memory tied to the word; unforgivable. You hated that it crossed both of your minds and the tension that came with it. You hated that she was so transparent with her emotions, wincing when the awkward silence fell upon you and showing that she still felt bad.

The remembrance alone almost made you drop her arm and walk away; it was like an unhealed wound that got torn open again. Part of you wanted her to fend for herself as payback. But when you finally got the guts to look over, you saw the same sweet friend that has stuck by your side since childhood.

You instead tightened your grip on her arm reassuringly, but that was all you could give her. You knew forcing a smile was still beyond you. It felt like saying everything was all okay, all forgiven. It wasn’t. But you were trying.

She looked with hope only to see your gaze was set on the hallway before you with an emotionless expression. Unlike the way you could read every on of her feelings simply by the way her brow twitched or lips pursed, she could never read a thought behind your eyes as soon as that wall came up. A wall that used to be reserved for everyone else except for her.

You both walked in silence before taking a seat in class, looking over to see Barb’s seat was empty. You furrowed your brows and looked back up at Nancy.

“Alright class!” The teacher said. “Settle in and flip to page 128.”

———

You sat in your usual spot at lunch. Nancy extended an invitation for you to join her at her table but you’d had enough of being in her presence. Rome wasn’t built in a day. You unpacked your lunch bag as Robin took the seat beside you.

“Is it true?” She asked with excitement. “Did she really lose her v-card to The Hair?”

“What? Where did you hear that?” You all but gasped.

“It’s the talk of the school,” She unpacked her lunch along side you, mindlessly tossing the things she didn’t want your way. You looked over at Nancy to see her sitting quietly as Carol and Tommy moaned and banged on the table to replicate what they heard the night before. “I’d almost feel bad for her if she wasn’t such a bitch to you.”

“I don’t even know how to feel anymore,” You groaned.

“Let me feel for you,” Robin placed grabbed your hand and placed it over her heart, closing her eyes as if to pass on her feelings. “I feel something. Something strong. I feel… hatred. Come on. Feel the hatred with me.”

You chuckled, pulling your hand away to grab the extra chip bag your mom placed in your lunch bag and throw it at her. She laughed as she caught it.

“Why do have such a soft spot for that asshole anyway?” She grumbled. “She’s not exactly winning any awards for being the best friend of the year.”

You kept your gaze on your food for a moment. “You’re gonna think I’m crazy.”

“Try me,” She said simply, popping a chip into her mouth and crunching away happily.

“I have this weird feeling that I should stick by her side right now. Things feel different.. a bad different. And even if she did say.. what she said, we still grew up together and I still want the best for her,” You admitted before looking up. “I don’t expect to be her friend for the rest of my life but something tells me that she needs me right now.”

“You’re right,” Robin nodded. “I do think your crazy.”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed a blueberry from her lunch only to throw it onto her forehead. She laughed and said, “But I’ll play nice I guess. Enough about her. How’s Dustin?”

“I think he and his friends are still trying to find Will,” You sighed. “I haven’t seen him around much. And he’s not talking to me anymore.”

“Our little brother is growing up,” She muttered, making you smile. “But hey! You still have me!”

“That’s all I need!” You smiled. “Wanna come over after school?”

“Can’t. Working,” She responded, making you groan.

“I thought I still have you!”

“Well, you could have more of me if you applied for a job at the mall,” She smiled.

“Pass,” You scrunched your nose.

“I’ll break through to you eventually,” She shrugged, taking a chip and holding it out for you. You grabbed it with your mouth, leaving a bit of spit on her finger. “Ew!”

She wiped the finger on your shirt as you both giggled away.

———

“Honey, could you get the phone?” Your mother called from the kitchen. You sighed and hopped up from the TV, answering the phone.

“Robin, I told you not to-“

“Y/N,” Nancy sobbed.

“Nance? What’s wrong?” You breathed.

“Barb. She’s missing and I don’t know what to do! I’ve looked everywhere! She didn’t come to school, she didn’t go home, her car is in the same spot she left it before the party- I think-“ She choked out another sob. “Whatever happened to Will happened to her too and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do..”

“Oh my God,” You breathed, watching as a parade of cop lights sped past your house. You felt your heart drop to your stomach. Were those for Barb? “Uh, okay, okay.. Nancy, listen to me. Tell your mom, alright? She’ll know how to handle this. I think we’re in over our heads if we keep this to ourselves. Would it be easier for you if I came over?”

“No!” She said quickly. “No, stay home. I need you safe! I can’t lose you too. I can’t- I can’t-“

“Hey, don’t worry about me. I’m fine, alright? Can’t get rid of me that easily,” You joked, hoping to ease the weight on your shoulders in order to remain cool for the rest of the phone call. “Take a deep breath and go tell your mom, okay? Don’t be afraid to call back if you need anything.”

“Okay..” She sniffled. “Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” She muttered. You let out a quick, breathy chuckle.

“Just go tell your mom, Pants,” You responded. “Keep me updated.”

“Okay, I will,” She told you. “Stay safe. Goodnight.”

“Yeah, you too. Night.”

You hung up before gripping the counter in front of you so hard that your knuckles turned white. You clenched your eyes shut, wanting to shut out the world.

No, please. Not Barb.

Barb was a sweet girl and an unproblematic friend. Nancy inducted her into your little friend group in the second grade. She moved into town towards the end of the school year, rocking pigtails and a missing front tooth. You made sure to compliment her hair, and in return, she complimented your nose. She said it was the cutest one she’d ever seen before poking it with her pointer finger. She dragged you and Nancy to church at least twice a year and showed you how to play the ukelele her uncle brought back from Hawaii. Though she was always more of Nancy’s friend than yours, you’d still shared numerous sleep overs and countless of sweet memories.

“Promise not to tell Nancy?” Barb smiled, showing off her missing tooth. You nodded and leaned in. She cupped her hands around your ear before whispering, “I’m throwing her a surprise party and I want you to help me plan it.”

“Why me?” You smiled.

“Because you’re our best friend. Duh!” She wrapped an arm around your shoulders before walking you toward the school phone so that you could ask your mother to go to her house. “Plus, this way, you and I can spend some girl time together!”

“Maybe we can come up with a nickname for you tonight! I’m Skirt. Nancy’s Pants. Maybe you can be Shorts!” You said. She scrunched her nose. “Okay, not my best work. We can figure it out tonight!”

You ended up naming her Boots. The nickname only really lasted for the summer but you and Nancy baked a chocolate cake with the words ‘Happy Birthday, Boots!’ every year on the day before her birthday. Though, you never could get the spacing right, so it always came out more like ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Boots!’

“What’d she want, sweetheart?” Your mom asked from behind you. She spoke gently, somehow knowing anything stronger would shatter you into a million pieces.

“I-..” You drew in a deep breath, closing your eyes and begging them not the release the river of tears you’d been holding back for the past few minutes. You were afraid the tears would never stopped if you allowed them to slip through. You thought you had it under control until you opened your eyes to see your mother standing in front of you with motherly concern. Those puppy eyes she accidentally sported made the emotional dam you’d built crumble completely.

“Nancy said she thinks Barb is missing now too and-” The first sob broke through before you felt hot tears begin to fall. “Mom, I’m so scared.”

“Come here,” She breathed, reaching for her broken daughter and allowing her to sob into her neck for a few minutes.

“She didn’t deserve this,” You cried. “She’s the best of us, Mom. It hasn’t even been two months since she turned 16. It’s not fair!”

“I know, baby,” She whispered. “But we have to hold out hope for Will and Barb. We don’t know what happened yet, okay? So don’t waste those tears on fear. Save them for a rainy day.”

Hope. People only said to have hope when they knew there was no point in it.

She only let you cry for a few more minutes before she got up to get ready for bed. She claimed to be sleepy but you knew it was because she could no longer hold back her own tears.

You were in the bathroom that was placed between your and Dustin’s rooms when you heard his door shut. You looked over to see him throw himself onto his bed face first into a pillow, trying to hide his own sobs.

Will.

You drew in a deep breath, making sure to make your steps heavy enough for him to hear you coming. His bed creaked as you sat down next to him and rubbed his back. He quickly sat up and threw his arms around you, crying into your shoulder the same way you’d just done with your mother. Neither one of you said a word about your puffy faces. Neither one of you asked what had caused them.

“Can I sleep in your bed?” He asked, wiping at his nose. You smiled and nodded, not caring about the fact that his kicking would keep you up. You’d actually never been so grateful to have that twerp keep you up with his leg jerks. At least he was still able to kick. It was more than the families of those poor kids could say.

Chapter Four ->

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[gnrbitch]

Grunge Days pt.12 - Symphony of Destruction

Warnings: the usual

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1991, St. Louis

It was now three months into the tour, and things had definitely looked up for everyone. Y/n got her G&L back on the second night of the tour, which Slash laughed when she kissed her guitar and called it ‘My baby’.

Well except Guns, there were many time they went on late, and it seemed like the tension in the band was starting to increase. And it made everyone uncomfortable. Soundgarden had ultimately stopped talking with the guys from Guns, and Alice only really talked to Duff and Slash, but that was occasionally.

Y/n had watched all of this unfolded with her own eyes, she was slowly starting to see Duff become even more unhinged, if that was even possible, she hasn’t seen her brother drink one drop of water since the tour started. Plus she barely saw Izzy, she would be lucky enough to even catch him after he finished performing. And Guns new drummer, Matt, just gave Y/n weird vibes.

She missed Steven.

But things between her and Slash had been going good, great even. They had become professionals at sneaking around. Well Slash sometimes hung out on Y/ns bus, but that doesn’t count cause Duff would also be there.

But now… now shit was bad. Because now everyone was locked backstage while a whole riot was going on.

All Y/n heard were people screaming, shit breaking and police sirens.

Axl had not only beat up a guy, but he completely left the stage right after, and that pissed people off. Security told Alice to not even go on.

“Okay all of you follow me” Some random police guy said, as all of them made a run for it and got to their bus.

“All of our shit is in there” Sean said as they all huddled into their bus.

“Do you think our stuffs gonna get fucked up?” Kim asked, turning to look at Susan.

Susan looked out the window as she saw all the havoc going on outside, sighing “I think so”

“Fuck” Y/n said “My fucken guitars back there!”

“We’ll get you a new one” Susan said, “We’ll replace all of your stuff”

“Jesus fucken christ” Jerry said “We should’ve never came on this stupid fucken tour”

“You gotta get us back home Susan” Y/n said

“You guys wanna leave the tour?” She asked, mouth slightly hung open.

All the musicians on the bus looked at each other and nodded.

“Are you not seeing what’s going on out there? I don’t wanna be apart of this shit” Chris said

“Me either. I wanna go home” Y/n sighed, looking down as tears welled up in her eyes, her baby, her G&L was back there. She had worked so hard to raise up the money to buy it, and now it’s fucken gone. And she didn’t care if they got her another one, she knew they would. But it’s not the same, that guitar held so many memories to it.

“My fucken guitar” Kim said, frustrated, which made the tears from Y/ns eyes fall, her fucken guitar.

She sniffled as she looked up at Susan “You better get us back to LA”

**

Y/n opened her door to see a package on her door. She grabbed it and carried it to her room. Opening it, she saw her G&L, well not her G&L, but it was a new one, an exact copy of hers.

She sighed out as she grabbed the note attached to it, reading it.

‘Y/n,

I’m sorry about your guitar, I miss you

- Slash’

It had been three days since they left the tour, and they definitely got a angry phone call from Guns manager. But they told him to fuck off.

Slash had also been trying to get in touch with Y/n, but for the last two days Y/n had been so furious about this whole situation, she didn’t wanna hear from any of them.

But she knew it wasn’t anyone but Axls fault, so she couldn’t be mad at Slash. And she missed him too, touring with him was so much fun, she sometimes wished Axl wasn’t the way he was.

She sat up as she heard Layne behind her “Boyfriend got you a new guitar?”

“Yea- yea he did” She sighed out

“You still not talking to him?” Layne asked

“I’ll answer the phone if he calls today” She said “I miss him”

Layne sat down next to her “I know you do Y/n” “It’ll be okay, you’ll see him soon”

“I know I just- I’m scared he’s gonna get mad at me” She said

“For leaving? I think he’ll understand”

Y/n fidgeted with the card in her hand, “Maybe”

*

It was now the afternoon, and Y/n waited by the phone, waiting to hear it ring.

“Slash” She said all too quickly, not even letting the first ring end.

“Y/n? Holy shit finally you pick up the phone” Slash grumbled on the other side.

Y/n held the phone with both of her hands, “Yea- sorry about that”

“Did you get the guitar?” He asked her

“Yea i did” She said, her voice cracking

“Are you crying?”

“I’m sorry-I just” Y/n sniffled “I’m sorry for ignoring you”

“Wait- you were ignoring me?” He said “Why?”

Y/n wiped her eyes “I was just upset after what happened Slash”

“But that wasn’t my fault” He said, and she could just imagine him furrowing his eyebrows.

“I know it wasn’t” Y/n sniffled “I’m Sorry Slash”

“Shit i know Y/n- it’s okay” Slash said, frowning on the other side.

“But how are you? How’s shit been” She asked him, god knows how he must be feeling.

“Fucken horrible” Slash said “I hate being on this fucken tour, thank god there’s only a month left”

“Sorry this tour has been shit” Y/n frowned

“It’s alright- i’m just waiting till i could see you” He said “I miss you like a motherfucker”

Y/n laughed “I miss you too Slash”

“We’re banned from St. Louis now” Slash sighed

“Well that’s a shocker” Y/n sarcastically said

“Shut up” Slash laughed “God I fucken miss you”

Y/n laughed even more “I know, but you’ll see me soon”

“Soon can’t come fast enough”

Y/n held in her laughter “That’s what she said”

“Jesus really Y/n”

“Oh suddenly the sex addict doesn’t like sex jokes” Y/n uttered

Slash smiled on the other end “You’re the worst”

“Only for you” She smiled “But i should mention- I’m leaving tomorrow”

“Leaving? Where are you going?” Slash questioned, his tone suddenly becoming serious.

“Gonna go on the last leg of the Titans tour, it’s only a month” She said, playing with the box of cigarettes in her hand.

“What? But then i won’t be able to call you” Slash said

“I know, but well probably see each other- we’re also gonna be in europe” Y/n said “Look we just have to get through this month and we’ll be alright”

“Fucken shit Y/n” Slash said, “Fine. I’ll see when i could go to one of those shows”

Y/n smiled, feeling all giddy inside “That sounds great. I’ll see you soon alright?”

“Yea- okay” Slash breathed out “I gotta go now, I love you”

“I love you too Slash” Y/n smiled, hanging up the phone.

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[shameboree]

ATTIC GOBLIN ?

YEAH SO when we moved in there was like this wadded up pair of pink panties in the basement that hadnt been there a few days before when we did our final walkthrough or whatever right. and then my fuzzy socks would go missing and some leggings and then our fucking FORKS which were DISCONTINUED so we cant even replace them!!!!! also the toilet paper would run out like super fast and i drink A Lot of diet dr pepper so i DO pee a lot but this was just fucken ridiculous!!!!! anyway so our one old roommate suggested ghost but me n polks were like fuck off this is OUR house!!

anyway so one day im slumped down on the couch w earbuds in having a good time and my friend kos comes downstairs to brew his sleepy ass some fresh shit tier coffee at like 5pm on a weekday. tbh i was talking about one of my homebrew blorbos being harassed and having just a great time with it so i didnt want to speak to anyone and just EXTREMELY avoided eye contact n sank as deep as i could into the bigass pillows of our honestly very nice goodwill upper middle class grandma couch. the point of that is when you walk downstairs and turn into the kitchen you cant really see me at this angle and i am DEAD SILENT bc my keyboard was apparently made of marshmallows or smth AND im metal gear box stealth mode trying to not be noticed here so i can talk about my barbies being menaced uninterrupted.

SO because of all that when kos came back downstairs for his coffee which had been brewing for probably not very long but i was in the Blorbo Zone where time is fake so i couldnt in good faith give an estimate he did NOT see me. well while hes in the kitchen puttering around i just start losing my shit on account of my blorbarbies in agonies brings me Such Joys and i think this startled him so bad he has to take a stress shower because i heard the bathroom door SLAM and the water start running. at some point after this polks comes home from work and starts pissed off nagging us over WHO MADE THIS COFFEE MESS IN MY KITCHEN!! kos comes downstairs for the Commotions and apparently the coffee pot was sitting on the counter with some fresh coffees while the rest of it fresh waterfalled all into our silverware and pots n pans spaces HOWEVER!! MYSTERY TIME!! he has not been downstairs since he started brewing his trash sludge.

INTERMISSION: THINGS TO NOTE ABOUT OUR HOUSE: the back door is literally INCHES from the downstairs bathroom. the attic is not a panel or ceiling access its just a door right by all our bedroom doors and it wont latch which was So Annoying bc the cats were UNREASONABLE THIRSTY to get up there so we had to install a loop n hook latch to keep it shut but whichever one of us did that goofed it up pretty bad bc the door is still perpetually cracked open like probably a full inch and a half. id love to take the credit for this but i think it was polks who is absolutely phenomenal at fucking up installations of things. OTHER NOTABLE THINGS ABOUT POLKS: her single biggest fear on this planet is shit like Crawlspace Man. just Some Guy living in your home without you knowing. also we have a dark little crawlspace down in the basement, for ambience

MOVING ON at this point i still dont give a shit about anything happening around me because i am inflicting sufferings upon my from scratch blorbo BUT my brain is putting the pieces together which i then immediately do a toddler vs 1000 piece puzzle it took you a year to assemble and just totally waste that shit from my thinkspace bc i wanna play DOLLS instead. polks and kos are also putting their little pieces together but they are Not braindead dipstick idiots like yours truly so they decide to check the whole haus bottom up, starting with the crawlspace. great news! the crawlspace is empty!! other older news: i def heard the cabinet ruining coffee fuckuper come down from upstairs.

i forgot to mention that for this househunt polks armed herself with our fucking broom and was wielding it handle side out because It Has Reach and a knife would Escalate The Situation. anyway they make their way upstairs and i am doing absolute jackshit nothing to help because, again, i am fucking brain poisoned to prioritize oc cummies over every single thing on this planet. its in my fucking genetic code. so while im fuckin useless theyre up there talking about how fucking weird this is and scuffling around or whatever but the second they go into the attic its dead silent and NOT because they go silent but because the attic is some fucked up sound void and past the first 3 steps you can hear total fuck all from outside. at this point my little toddler brain realizes this puzzle is actually indestructible so when kos and polkie are out of the void audible again i Already Knew i had to start being a fucking adult instead of playing barbies which DID feel like a personal affront.

tbh i dont even remember how polks reacted bc i was so CMON MAN!! at our attic dweller for cucking me bc now i gotta call the fuckin cops AND change the locks AND i still gotta get up at 420 in the mother blessed am for work, so basically this entire stunt was a hate crime against me specifically.

we dont really go in our attic much and never even bothered fetching the cats when they went up there but we HAD been up there before so when i went up there and saw fuckin blankets and takeout containers and also some clothes stuffed into drafty holes it was like, kind of Obvious that yeah some bitch was stealing my forks and not paying rent and eating all my toilet paper and FOR SOME REASON had the audacity to ALSO go ahead and pour out a cup of coffee in BROAD DAYLIGHT while we were OBVIOUSLY HOME. the fucking NERVE!!

so!! thats our Event that i honestly forget happened most of the time. we actually refer to them as Attic Dobby i think on account of my THIEVED socks but then of course attic dobby became sexy dobby as is the natural progression of things. we have many big tity dobbie drawings around the house and we love to show them to guests. i may have lost some forks i cant fucking replace so ill never have a matching set again BUT now my house has so many slutty big tit thong and louboutin adorned dobbys that kos and i have bonded so much over drawing that it all evens out in the end and i definitely dont get mad about the forks ever. less important than dobbys big naturals but still notable: exposure therapy works as polks no longer has the Crawlspace Man Terrors!

#LONG POST #i went off the fucking RAILS here i think. im runnin on 3hrs babes!! #ill share some sexie dobbi pics one day bc i know youre all BURNING for this content now #real sorry for people who follow me for shit like. cute kid shows. this is just Me #kels talks #im not fucking proof reading this shit im going to fucking BED #ANYWAY ANNA I HOPE U ENJOY THIS STORYTIME

[rovimrtheduck]

Stuff I've heard at school: Part 15

He didn't lose a braincell he lost the entire brain

So throughout the game he kept going 'you don't want my chunky dick?'

I do not care about your bowl movements

No one cares about your asshole

Strawberry twink

He would taste like strawberry mochi

It would look like someone exploded

P1: Those tasted like my gandmas house

P2: why are you eating your grandmas house

P1: "My grandpas not dead. The other one is, but this one isn't"

P2: "Give him time"

Teacher: yeah that's right! lower your head in shame! lower! lower!

Student, doing a walk of shame for overdue work: any lower than this and I'll be crawling!

Quebec French just, SOUNDS like they're cursing you out

This guy's hiding the fact that he, like, ties a kite to his phone

I was just going to say he has really child bearing hips

P1: "Debrah (a rifle gun) would be happy"

P2: "What's debrahs beef with me"

P1: "She doesn't like you because you've used her one too many times lol"

P2: "…is that a terrorist joke?"

P1: "yeah"

P2: "haha okay cool just checking hahaha"

Please lets refrain from calling teachers twinks

P1: "Guatamala"

P2: "That says Gujrat"

P1: "Guatamalaaa"

P2: "I guess I'm guatamalan now? lol"

P1: "Yeah you're guava"

P1, to P3: Yeah, well, I'm not Indian P2, distracted by his phone: You mean Indigenous P1, gesturing to P3, who is Indian: No I mean Indian P2, not looking up: Yeah, the proper term is Indigenous P1, aggressively gesturing to P3, who is waving awkwardly: No, I mean INDIAN P2, finally looking up: OHH! I thought you were talking about Indigenous 'Indian'! My bad, my bad.

what the hap just fuckened

P1: "Drank perfumes?"

P2: "What?"

P1: "All I heard was you went to bath and body works to drink perfume"

Do you know how balls deep I need to be in a story to be effectively begging my screen to kill off a character?

That is the sauciest look I've ever seen someone give me

Because when they're going out to no-mans land that what they're thinking, 'I want a really nice tank, very visually pleasing tank, I don't want that Mark One'

"Yo, FUCK him I'd smash his mom"

+ "Yeah and after we're done I'm going to look him dead in the eye and say 'I fucked your mom'"

P1: "Thank you for violating my (oc) characters"

P2, in an uncomfortably eager voice: "I can violate them even more if you want"

"It's the cummie water from school" sips "oh yeah, that is cum"

"Where did you get these genes from"

*looks down at his jeans* "Old Navy?"

"and he goes 'My body is my resume!' and takes his shirt off, and I showed it to my manager because I had no idea what to say"

They literally pickled a baby! (in reference to Ares mythology)

You can either be gay or funny, choose one

I identify as out of this-world

The G in LGBT stands for God

OoOoh, I don't know what I did, but I am learning SO MUCH.

Dionysus is his tumor then!

This is my tumor, he's a drunken little shit who we decided to banish to earth for a while

Blowjobs, for anyone who isn't a sex worker, should be called blowhobbies

What do you call two Jewish stoner in a car? A gas chamber

It's not because you're a rabbit, it's bc you're black!

I inhaled a piece of cheese and it won't get UNINHAILED *coughing*

Who needs their liver anyway

We're the testicles

Why did you give me that look? You look like a child seeing their father for the first time after getting the milk

UM NO. I think that's YOU little miss toe-socks

Even your writing looks dyslexic

Lycan we're both failing math, I don't need this right now.

Reverse racism, but not like, in a racist way

Wow, you even SOUND dyslexic

#high school #fun times #dialogue prompt #i was told my school is the ohio of high schools #writers block #use these as you wish #prompt list #quotes #funny

[writer-in-theory]

m&ms and healing — aaron hotchner

summary: hotch misses the days when everyone had fun in the office. he’s determined to bring that back. request: Hello I saw your thing abt random conversations and also writing requests and so like I was thinking you remember early CM where Gideon was eating a fruit (tangerine? Mandarin?) and while talking casually shared pieces with Elle and stuff? We didn't see that in the later seasons as much and I think that's a grave loss. Like yeah, there were team dinners and stuff but like. Think of Emily eating M&Ms or something and Morgan just fucken opening his mouth real wide waiting for her to notice and throe one in. Then they bring throw-able snacks to work for expressly that purpose. JJ gets in on it willingly, but they have to bribe Reid by bringing a snack he really likes and saying he can /only/ eat them if he lets them throw whatever food into his mouth. For Hotch, he misses the physics magic days. pairing: none, gen fic category: hurt/comfort content warnings: spoilers through season 7, discussions of the team eating snacks, brief mentions of hankel and doyle word count: 1.3k

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The change wasn’t obvious at first. It happened so slowly that Hotch wondered if maybe no one else had noticed at first, either. That maybe, this was a part of the normal evolution of life and maybe the team wasn’t meant to stay as close as they once were.

But no, that couldn’t be true, either, because the team was as close as before, maybe even more so. Hotch didn’t miss the way Derek’s hand would linger on Spencer’s shoulder when he checked in on the other man, and the way JJ would always look to Emily when a case even resembling Doyle would come up as if cataloging and checking every minute change in the woman’s face to find a sign of her struggling.

The moment Hotch could tell what was different should have been insignificant. He’d rushed to his office after, feeling out of breath despite no physical activity out of the norm for him. It made sense why he hadn’t noticed it until now—no one ate in the office anymore.

It had happened so subtly that Hotch wasn’t sure when it stopped. Had it been when Gideon quit the team and stopped bringing in all those little mandarin oranges? Or maybe it was when Elle left, who everyone brought a snack for because she seemed to immerse herself in certain cases more intensely than others. It could have been when Spencer was held hostage by Hankel, when the physics magic stopped occurring so too did the joyful exchange of tiny hand-held foods.

There were so many moments experienced over the years by the team, so many that should have been the main impactor that there was no way to trace back the end of it all. What Hotch knew though, was that the team was irreparably changed, and he missed them.

Back then, he’d been annoyed when he’d walk into the office to see Morgan and Prentiss throwing popcorn at each other’s open mouths, cheering loudly when one of them made the shot. He shook his head and pretended he wasn’t amused when JJ was brought into the ordeal, the other woman bringing in a little bag of M&Ms and declaring that she could get Spencer on board if they switched to those.

Within two weeks, they had nearly the entire team in on it, tossing little candy pieces at each other sometimes so wildly that there was no way they were aiming at the intended target. He’d never noticed it before, but Hotch’s report writing grew more productive when he worked to the sound of his team’s joyous laughter.

Now, he only wrote to silence.

It wasn’t that they didn’t love each other, but maybe that they did too much now. They’ve been through too much in such a short amount of time—more than anyone should ever have to go through in a lifetime much less a measly handful of years. Hotch could see the heavy signs of care and yet all he wished for now was the mess of M&Ms coating the BAU office floor.

Maybe that was why, the next time he found his way to a grocery store, Hotch bought the largest bag of M&Ms he could find along with a bag of pre-popped popcorn.

He put off setting it out for another couple of weeks. It was easy to blame on cases—they’d had a few tough ones in recent months and he didn’t want to seem callous by setting out a bowl of candy after a loss of a case.

Eventually, though, there was nothing to do but try to let his team know that he loved them. So, he found a spare Tupperware bowl in the breakroom that must have been abandoned years ago. He dumped the snacks into it and simply left it by the microwave, hoping one of them would realize what he was trying to tell them. What he was begging for, really.

Because Hotch could not imagine this team without any of the individual members there now. Yet, the way they were going now he knew they would lose another one too quickly to burnout, or grief, or simple yet unbearable exhaustion. It was how they’d lost Gideon and Elle, two team members that he wished could have met their newest addition. Two team members who felt more like family than anyone Hotch had worked with back in Seattle. 

It was JJ who noticed first. 

“Derek, did you bring this?” she called one day, leaning her head out of the breakroom’s doorframe. 

Unfortunately, Hotch’s phone rang before he could hear an answer, but it must not have been enough because the floor was nearly silent by the time the call ended.

It eventually was Derek who made the first move. Hotch could always count on Derek to notice when a team member—a family member—needed help. Sometimes in the physical sense, always being the one kicking down the door when one of their own was hurt, but more often than not he was the one making sure their souls were as unscarred as possible. When Spencer was rescued from Hankel, it was Derek who sat in a stiff hospital chair all night just to make sure the other man wouldn’t wake up alone. And though it had been JJ who remained in contact with Emily after her supposed death, it was Derek who came by her apartment when she admitted a month later that she wasn't sure it would ever feel like home again.

And it was Derek Morgan who noticed Hotch’s offer, who noticed what he was trying to tell him.

“Hey, Reid, catch!” Derek laughed, tossing an M&M the man’s way even though Spencer hadn’t fully turned yet. Spencer seemed startled, head reeling back as though the candy had been weighty.

“When was the last time we did that?” JJ asked, turning her chair to accept a piece herself, moving forward in order to catch it in her mouth and cheering happily when she managed.

“It’s been too long.”

Once the idea was set in all of them, there was no stopping it. Soon enough the entire group was laughing and smiling as they had once before, tossing dozens of M&Ms at each other and making a bigger mess than they ever had before. Hotch wouldn’t complain though, he wouldn’t even feign annoyance like when Reid would show off his physics magic.

No, this time he’d leave his office door propped open and he’d smile, finally working on some old paperwork to the raucous sounds of his team’s joy.

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ONESHOT TAGLIST @natashxromanovfreads @nano-noa

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfiction #gen fic #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #hurt/comfort #aaron hotchner as bau dad #jay writes in theory

[petraforgedyke]

therapy today was a lot of psycho education and then free reign to chat and very little Actual Art Making and i am so [incoherent angry noises]

i just wanted to do some art! and instead! i got up at 730! for what? for “here’s the five Fs and how they can fit into hyper/hypoarousal”? for feeling incredibly socially awkward cause people are nice enough but i don’t really socially chat with anyone?

like i missed last week cause i was exhausted and overstimulated and instead of getting to do art? i fucken. did nothing. for 3 hours. hate it hate it hate it.

#seg.life

[subskz]

SO.

EVERYONE STFU BUTTERFLY BANDAGE PART 2 JUST DRAWPED!!! FIRST of all,,, ily and yr giant beautiful fucking brain i’m saur serious rn we are 2 chapters into this shit nd it’s already taking over my life 🤣

NOW PLS #EXPLAIN YRSELF BCUZ HOW THE FAWK DID YOU GET INFO ON SECRET GRINDSET LORE,,, the parts about y/n’s ex hit a wee bit too close to home i fear 💀 yes i’m y/n thx for asking. but i fucken love how you wrote it the way you described the emotions is fr like?!?! you wrote it even more accurate than it FEELS does that make sense prob not anywhomst WE MOVE (killing y/n’s ex btw)

y/n nd changbinnie wit their joint slay I CARE THEM SAUR MOCH i love how y/n is always thinking of bin even when he’s not around like she fr loves him that’s ha bff 🥹🫶🏽 AND CHANATHAN. EVERY FUCKEN SCENE WITH HIM GOT ME FEELING LIKE A REPRESSED VICTORIAN MAN FAWKKKK WHEN Y/N SAW HIM COME OUT THE POOL?!?! MASSIVE L FOR TUMBLR USER GRINDSET

i want that smut scene injected in my fucking veins btw. legiterally feels like a gift from the gawds to have my fav writer write about my fav mans 🫡 i lost my shit so many times when reading like when chan got all flustered about not having condoms and WHEN Y/N SAID “MINE”……YEAH IT’S OVER FOR ME GIRLIES LMFAOOO miss y/n is down catastrophic prehistoric paleolithic for channie i #understand ha

THE LAST PART HAD A BITCH SWEATING BTW,,, LEE KNOW BE KNOWIN 🫣🫣 THE WAY HE WAS ACTING GOT ME FAWKED UP I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU MADE YR MEOW MEOW DISLIKE Y/N?!?! MISSUS RIN WIT THE TWISTS ND TURNS

apawlogies for all this eye amn’t responsible for the person i become when i read yr fics,,, lit rally shaking moaning throwing up for part 3 I CAN’T WAIT ILYSM QUEENIE

MY DEAREST DARLING GRINDSET…WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN ㅠㅠ you always leave me giggling like a schoolgirl over your messages thank you so much for taking the time to read it and send in your thoughts!! i can’t say it enough seriously ♡

SECRET GRINDSET LORE…i want to say i’m glad you related as the reader but in this case i’m very sorry if it brought up any unpleasant memories for you 😭 take me w you we are on our way to run over the reader’s emotionally neglectful weasly lil ex!!! and i’m so touched you think the emotions were conveyed properly…i feel like that’s smth i need to improve on so it’s a huge compliment to me that you felt that way!

i’m so thrilled you like binnie and the reader’s relationship 🥰 she really does just adore him and support him despite all their bickering they are besties!!! HAHAHA that pool scene was truly so self-indulgent i know it was akin to fanservice but ykw…shirtless channie getting flustered was a must! DOWN PALEOLITHIC…HELP SHE ABSOLUTELY IS!!! she’s got it so bad for him if it were anyone else i’d be like girl…stand UP! but it’s channie so i think she gets a pass <3

lino is AWARE‼️ my meow meow…i have to admit it was tough making him a lil cold to the reader when i live my life wearing lino-loving lenses LMAO but please do not think ill of him…he has his reasons…(ominous)

please don’t apologize i’m not kidding when i say reading your feedback makes my heart soar!! you are so observant of every little thing it means a lot to me 😭💗 i’m so glad you enjoyed this part and that you’re looking forward to the next!! i love u so much MWAH

#ask #grindset #💌 #long post #planting the biggest kiss to ur attentive genius mind <3

[xtaseerawr-x]

I thought I had found love. He made me forget xyz. He made me feel loved. Secure. Like I could be myself. I was scared to let go of xyz and fall in love with you because I knew that you would hurt me in the end. No one that I have loved has loved me back. When I love someone I will go our of my way and above and beyond for that person but with you it's not enough. I tried to accommodate to your needs and wants. I put my needs on the side. I forgave you when you fucked up because I love you. & instead of wanting to fix anything you accepted the fact you messed up and I was walking away. That day I confronted you about her. You didn't once say anything comforting nor that you didn't want to loose me. However the day that you didn't pass your test you teared up. That alone let's me know I'm not important enough. Ever since you messed up I have been on edge and you don't do anything to assure me that it won't happen again. On the contrary you have pushed me away and do not talk to me. Everytime I visit you I think we have "fixed" things. But it's just a temporary fix. You tell me what I want to hear and I believe it every fucken time. I'm ashamed that I have not learned to let go of people who dont appreciate me. I'm tired of giving all my love to the wrong people. Why can't I find someone who will love me back. Someone who misses me and wants to know what I am up to. Is that too much to ask for? You have Made me question why I'm still here. I wish I could let go but its so hard. It's irritating that I can't stop loving you. I hate myself for that. I know you ignore my texts because you sure do have the time for other social media. I'm letting things be right now because I'm tired of fighting but at the same time I'm using it to realize that you are not the right person for me. I have needs that you won't fulfill and won't compromise. However when it comes to you I'm supposed to change to your liking. I'm supposed to stay quiet when you disrespect me. But i can't do that anymore. Yes I'm hurt and I am always going to remember that you made me forget xyz but I'll never forget that you did me just as wrong as he did. My anxiety is throuh the roof because I'm not enough. I'm never enough for anyone so why would it be different now? Boys like you ruin a good hearted women. I'm so dumb for believing you were different. But I'm even dummer for trying to work things with someone who doesn't love me. I guess we accept the love we deserve....💔

[notsodailycake]

Ok so, last week, i was finally able to get my hands on my long awaited nitendo switch lite! Something I've been wanting for a very long time, primarily back when i first found out about splatoon, the first version

And along my switch, i bought splatoon 3, obviously! And I've been having a blast!!....but I'm having one stupid issue

Now, bc of reasons, i couldn't really get a switch so early on, nor get my hands in splatoon in general (no one i knew played splatoon so not even by that), and i wasn't and still am not the type to sit and watch gameplays unless they can really captivate me (even if i do like the game itself, i just dont have the attention span for it), and i was hyperfixated on stuff and games i could get my hands on. So most of splatoon lore was lost to me, i only occasionally checked the stuff out, and hoped i could join the hype one day

But with all that, it comes to the conclusion that, i never got the chance to feel attched to certain characters. And here's what I've been having an issue with:

Story mode, specifically, the agents, even more specifically, Agent 3/Captain

What i like is that, i feel like a genuine new soul, the new agent 3 is as clueless as me. And that is also the problem

I keep seeing all this cute ass content of ships and personal interpretation of agent 3 that i love! Yet hate how i wasn't able to be part of that, and now idk how

Idk how the fandom js, idk what the rules are, heck at this point imma just go watch the damn gameplays bc i wanna know who agent 3 and the rest are. I wanna get attched to them! (More then i already am lol)

I guess my main gripe is how i missed out on alot, and it's no use to try and get the previous games by now, i dont think it be a good use of my money, especially bc I'm already wasting enough with current shit

And i also just kinda, wanna know if anyone who did play the games, and are acquainted with who the agents are, have anything to share about it? Idk, some input i guess

It's fucken late tho, midnight, and i just left from playing splatoon and am tired, so idk how much sense this post is making

I guess i just wanted to rant

Although i will say, i am acquainted with general main lore of the game and its story what happened and all that, did my homework on that

I'm more talking about ther intimate/personal aspects of it with the characters u play as

Tldr: I missed out on alot of splatoon and am trying to catch up, making me feel upset about missing out on it. Would like some input to try and get to know more about the agents from anyone who's more acquainted with lore ( ówò);;

#honestly I'm taling a big risk for not even checking out how the fandom is #but i will nievely trust that it's safe lol #and i jusg really wanted to rant #hell maybe I'm not alone in this and someone might find comfort with this idk #i am still quite enjoying the current game and story tho #and it's fun to explore and feel like tge character i play as and be able to protect alot on said character #they're as clueless as i am to all this bs XD #cake talks #rant #splatoon #splatoon 3

[videcoeur]

♡ a heart for yo bois : Hawks, Nacir, Dio, Crocodile, Doflamingo :>

For every "♡" I get, I'll give a tip on how to win my muse's heart.

Be Nessa, I fucking guess- but for real, just be warm, don't push your affection on him, don't be too obvious, or he'll run. Feelings have to grow slowly and worm their way inside his heart. If he feels like you're too attached already, he'll detach himself. The best way to win him is to not try to win him.

Nacir's a real fucken playaaaaaaaaaaaa, and he takes almost nothing seriously. For him to take someone seriously and consider a relationship- that person would have to be polyamorous, as he is also polyamorous. They'd have to be down to roll down a grassy hill laughing, they'd have to be down getting dirty, and a bit adventurous, and they'd have to be just as playful as the satyr is. He lives life like every day is the last and wants someone that entertains living the same way they would a fair/carnival. Every day with their person must be fun!

And yes, he can care for loved ones on bad days, but he can't be with someone who doesn't try to get better when things go awry.

I don't know what would compel anyone to win this bitch boy's heart for real. He sucks. Bad. 10/10 would throw him in a cage, then throw the cage at the bottom of a well, close the lid, bury the well and forget about him completely.

I think to win his heart, you must be equally capable of worshiping him and all of his decisions, but also tell him when he's wrong, but in a way that he'll realize it himself and then change his plans. You can't upset him too much, but you also can't be compliant 100% of the time.

It's really a hit-and-miss with Dio, and I'm not sure he is capable of true, romantic love. I wouldn't classify him as romantic, but his love is definitely not the kind anyone with a sane mind would want.

I have come to learn, through 20 years of roleplaying this Bastard Unlimited, that he falls for 2 types of people.

The Annoying One That Makes Him Want To Protecc ( @muselexum )

The Annoying One That Makes Him Want To Fight (@conquiistador / doflamingos)

Crocodile will fall in love with people that BOTHER HIM but in a meaningful way only. He fell for Akane because she reminded him of his past, and he's worried she's going down the wrong path. He wants her to not suffer as much as he did and wants to protect her, even from himself.

Meanwhile, he falls in love with Doflamingo because the man has the confidence and strength he desires because he thinks that someone who can pursue his goals so blatantly and confidently is nothing short of a king that deserves his admiration. Crocodile is a romantic at heart and soul, despite the dryness of his outward mask.

To make him fall in love, Be In His Space. Invade it in a way that he can't push you out, either by reaching his old dried heart or by being stronger than him, pushier than him, and acting like you know all of it.

He's a complex character, but he's so easy to read. He can try to keep his poker face all he wants, there's no hiding his own feelings. Except to Akane apparently but I'm blaming her youth and naivety for that c:

Similarly to Dio, I cannot see this man having a healthy, loving relationship. Not that he's incapable of love, but he's grown so twisted that I do not believe his ability to love is normal. I think that no matter how much he thinks he loves someone, he could still cut them out of his life without hesitation at a moment's notice.

For that reason, I will not call him romantic, he is just plain bad and not a good choice at all for romance.

To win his heart? Defy him, but be strong enough to back your words without being strong enough to defeat him. He likes them feisty, and he likes a good challenge, but mostly, he likes to show his superiority to people he himself believes to be strong.

A good thing to note is that he tends to be more romantically interested in men for that reason. Women are usually... nice playthings or friends with benefits.

#long post tw #( h; hawks. ) #( h; dio. ) #( h; nacir. ) #( h; crocodile. ) #( h; doflamingo. ) #you have bad taste for choosing dio and doffy #booing at u a;sldkjfa;lsdkjf