#it is almost midnight because I stayed up trying to get a picture of the moon (contemplating how to murder clouds)

[luna-loveboop]

Happy Moon Day! Or Merry Moon Night, I couldn't decide on a greeting. It's the day humans walked on the moon! (July 20th) Which is obviously important and cool and AWESOME. Idk if this'll post before midnight or not we'll find out.

I went and watched the moon for moon day of course and. it was cloudy so no good moon pictures :/ But I just wanted to tell yall Merry Moon Day (or something like that) because I love the moon and think she deserves to be celebrated :)))

[girlinterupptedsblog]

phone sex with ex boyfriend rafe WHILE ur next to ur boyfriend?

"Stay Quiet, Baby"

Pairing: ex!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Explicit sexual content (18+), cheating, phone sex, masturbation, voyeurism risk, dirty talk, language, manipulation, angst, possessiveness, toxic dynamics, trying to suppress moans while boyfriend sleeps beside you.

The sheets were warm. Too warm. Not because of the man sleeping beside you — your boyfriend, soft snores puffing against your shoulder — but because of the voice in your ear.

Rafe’s voice.

"Miss me yet, sweetheart?" he had drawled when you answered the call, sometime after midnight. You should’ve hung up. Should’ve ignored the message that said “Can’t stop thinking about how wet you used to get for me.”

But you didn't. Because the truth was… you did miss him.

You missed his voice. His mouth. The way he said your name like it was a sin he loved committing over and over.

Now here you were. Lying on your back in bed, legs shifting under the covers, thighs clenching and parting again — your phone tucked to your ear like a lifeline while your heart pounded so hard you swore your boyfriend might hear it in his sleep.

“God, I missed your little whimpers,” Rafe murmured on the other end, voice low and scratchy, dripping with heat and a smirk you could picture perfectly. “Are you touching yourself yet, baby? Or do you need Daddy to tell you how?”

You bit your lip hard. Glanced to your side.

He was still asleep. Mouth parted. Unaware.

The risk of it made your breath catch.

You whispered, “Tell me.”

“Oh, I will. Slide your hand down. Under those cute little panties I know you’re wearing.”

You obeyed, fingers trembling slightly as they slipped beneath the fabric. Warm, soft heat greeted you. The pads of your fingers grazed your slit — already slick. You gasped quietly.

“Mhm,” Rafe groaned into the line, like he could feel it too. “You’re wet already, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, biting down a moan.

“Fuck. You always were so needy. Even when you were mad at me, that pussy was mine.”

There was a pause. Then, “Spread your legs wider. I know he’s right next to you. Make it count, baby.”

You swallowed thickly, parting your thighs. The blanket shifted slightly, and you froze. Your boyfriend stirred beside you — a small exhale, a twitch of his hand — but didn’t wake.

Adrenaline shot through you. Rafe heard it.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Fucking thrill of it, huh? Bet he doesn’t know how to make you this wet. Not like I do.”

You were panting quietly now, two fingers sliding through your folds, teasing your clit in slow, tight circles. Rafe talked you through it, voice getting rougher, lower.

“Rub it. Just like I used to. Don’t go too fast. Let it build. You remember how I did it with my thumb, baby?”

Your eyes fluttered shut. “Yes…”

“Say it. Say you remember me touching you.”

“I remember,” you whispered, breath hitching, “I remember everything.”

Rafe groaned, audibly stroking himself through the phone. “Wish I was there. I’d fuck you slow, right next to him. Watch your face while you try not to make a sound. You’d fail. You always do.”

You stifled a moan into the back of your hand.

Your boyfriend shifted again — a deep breath, turning slightly, hand brushing your hip.

You went still, hand buried between your legs, phone clutched tight.

Rafe didn’t stop. “Did he wake up?”

You nodded before whispering, “Almost…”

“Mmm,” he chuckled darkly. “That’s my girl. Keep going. Use your middle finger. I want you to fuck yourself with it.”

You whimpered — soft, desperate. Your finger pushed in slowly. Heat spread up your spine as you obeyed, your slick folds parting, muscles clenching around the intrusion. Rafe’s voice kept coaxing you, dangerous and sweet, like a poison you missed drinking.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck that little pussy for me. God, you sound so wet. I’d have you dripping on the sheets.”

You moved your hips a little, matching your finger’s rhythm, clenching your thighs to trap the pleasure, to quiet the wet sounds.

Rafe’s breath hitched. “Touch your clit again. Same time. I want you to come with my voice in your ear, while he’s passed out next to you like a fucking idiot.”

Tears stung your eyes at the intensity. It was overwhelming — the shame, the heat, the danger. The fact that one wrong move could get you caught, exposed.

But you didn’t stop.

You couldn’t.

“Come for me, pretty girl. Come and say my name. Just a whisper. You can do it.”

Your hand moved faster, hips stuttering. The pressure snapped tight — unbearable, electric.

And you whispered it.

“Rafe…”

The orgasm hit you hard. A trembling quake through your thighs, your belly, your voice muffled in the pillow as your entire body tensed. You pressed your lips tight together to hold in the sob of pleasure that wanted to break free.

On the other end of the line, Rafe let out a long, low groan. “Fuck… I miss that sound.”

You were still shaking when your boyfriend stirred again — really this time. You yanked your hand out, quickly, fumbling to hang up the call.

He blinked at you sleepily. “Babe? You okay?”

Your breathing was shallow. You nodded quickly, smiling with trembling lips.

“Yeah. Just… couldn’t sleep.”

He pulled you closer, settling against you, eyes already closing again.

And all the while, your phone buzzed once more beside you.

One new message from Rafe:

Come back to me

[elllisaaa]

no nut november - lee minho (winner)

-> pairing : minho x fem!reader

-> words count : 2.1k

-> genre : smut, etablished relation

-> warnings : dom!minho, dirty talk, praising, unprotected sex, oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, use of 'good girl', 'kitten" and 'slut' (lovingly), overstimulation, spanking

+ the way i'm depicting minho does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction.

-> 18+ content bellow, minors dni

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | skz masterlist | no nut november

To say Minho was confident about his chances was an understatement. Honestly, he knew he wouldn’t have much competition, except maybe from Seungmin. Still, he followed the loss of all his members like the best show he had ever seen, teasing them endlessly. Some surprises came with the bet, like Jeongin being one of the last still going after the third week of November. But overall, they were all so predictable that Minho could have guessed how it would end. 

So when he received a message from Seungmin the 30th, saying that he was out, Minho knew that he had finally won. Just two days, and he could finally do all the things he was constantly thinking about for these past weeks to you. It hadn’t been an easy win, he must say. He almost lost just once, when he was making out with you on your couch during a movie night. But he managed - God knows how - to contain himself and stay strong. 

Even though he didn’t lose control doesn’t mean that he didn’t get crazy over you for the smallest things. Like this one time when you were applying your gloss, getting ready for the date Minho had planned for the two of you. The act was innocent, no ulterior motives - of course, you were so sweet, didn’t do anything to try and make him lose - but he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering to other places. He couldn’t stop thinking about those same glossy lips wrapped around his cock, couldn’t stop thinking about those same glossy lips covered in his cum, as well as your perfect face. But these fantasies were all he would authorize himself, or else, he would have gone mad by now. 

On your side, even if this challenge was frustrating too, it was also very amusing : seeing your spoiled boyfriend, who used to get what he wanted from you immediately, struggling to keep the last pieces of his sanity together was funny. Very funny. But you knew that you wouldn’t be laughing at the end of the month, most likely screaming and crying underneath Minho. But you knew that as soon as his primal needs and yours would be fulfilled, he was gonna be the sweetest boyfriend ever. And you couldn’t wait to hold him and fall asleep in his arms.  

Therefore you weren’t surprised when you heard someone knocking at your door at midnight precisely. Minho hadn’t tell you anything but you were sure that as soon as he could, he would come and fuck you. That’s exactly why you decided to stay awake, watching your favorite film and patiently waiting for him to show up at your door. You couldn’t help the little smirk that tugged at the corner of your lips as you unlocked the door of your apartment to reveal the well-known silhouette of your boyfriend, leaning on the wall and wearing the same smile as you. 

“- Have you missed me, kitten ?

- Well, come and find out.”

It didn’t take more than that for him to grab your waist, pushing your body against his already rock hard member, and to kiss you like he needed you to breathe, like you were his oxygen. And in a sense, it was true. This month without you, without feeling your skin under his hands, without feeling your touch. This month was really what he had pictured when he imagined hell. 

“- You’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow kitten…

- Good, because I want you to ruin me.”

You didn’t even notice that Minho closed the door until he pushed you against it, his tongue playing with yours like he wanted to win a fight he had already won anyway. He always won. And if he didn’t, it was only a moment of peace before he took the lead again. But honestly, you weren’t complaining right now : you had missed him too much to care, just like he had missed you. From the way he was groping every part of your body as he was undressing you from your shorts and hoodie, to the way he grunted when you ran your fingers through his hair. He clearly missed you as much as you did. 

“- Minho… Please, don’t tease…”

No answer came to your ears as he helped you get out of your last piece of clothing and got down on his knees. That was enough of an answer for you. You were already breathing heavily, anticipating Minho’s next move. One of his fingers ran along your clit, making you shiver and whine for more. You needed him. You needed to feel him. 

“- Already so wet for me… You missed me that much ?

- Yes, I missed you so much Min… Please, I need you….”

Your pleas were enough to convince him apparently because he immediately dived into your cunt, eating you out as if he was a man starved. A sigh left his lips when your taste engulfed him. Fuck. He missed your taste, missed your moans, missed your hands tugging at his roots, missed the way you were grinding against his face. He missed it all even if it was worth it. 

But what was even more worth it was to relieve all this pent up frustration of the past month. Yes, it was torture most of the time, but Minho must admit that getting to touch you again after so long made him want to appreciate it even more, savoring every drop of your juices as if it was the most expensive champagne he ever got to taste, and taking his sweet time, listening to your moans like his favourite song. 

You quickly felt close to the edge, wanting nothing more than cumming on his tongues. And Minho knew the tale-tell signs of your orgasm by heart : how your thighs began to shake, how you lost the rhythm of your hips, how you tugged harder on his strands of hair. And after all you did for him this month, he was more than happy to offer it to you, sucking one last time on your clit and coaxing your first orgasm out of you. By the time he got to his feets, you were almost back to reality, your chest still heaving to your hitched breathe. 

“- You okay ?”

His fingers brushed softly against your cheek, a rough contrast with how messily he was eating your pussy just minutes ago, your arousal still coating his chin and lips. 

“- Yeah… You’re just too good at this.

- Wanna see all the other things I’m good at ?”

And he did show you. He put you on your knees for him, pushing his rock hard cock until it hit the back of your throat, grinning when you gagged around him. He fucked your mouth roughly, releasing all his annoyance of the past month until you milked him dry. Then, he played with you again, his fingers plunged as deeply as possible into your cunt, hitting your sweet every time he curled them in the right angle, making you cum for the second time before he got you on all fours. 

“- Gonna be a good girl and give me one more kitten ?”

You simply moaned by way of answer, but that didn’t seem to satisfy him as all you earned was a slap that made your ass jiggle, the sound echoing through your bedroom. You couldn’t see Minho’s face, but you could easily imagine the smirk playing on his lips. 

“- Use your words.

- Yes, yes I can… Please, fuck me…

- That’s better.”

Both of you knew that the act he was putting on would drop as soon as he slid in between your wet walls. His moans were almost louder than yours, his iron grip on your hips that will certainly leave marks holding you in place. It’s been too long. Too long since he tasted you, kissed you, touched you, fucked you. And now, finally buried deep inside of you, he found himself unable to move. Every now and then, your pussy fluttered around his shaft and he groaned while tightening his grip on your waist.

“- I’m sorry, I’m not gonna last long.”

His voice was already airy, cut out by little high-pitched moans every time he thrusted back into you. And that was one of the hottest things you’ve ever heard. It was a shame you couldn’t see his face right now, but the feeling of his heavy length pounding in and out of your cunt was already enough to bring you closer to your relief. You weren’t going to last long either, having missed being fucked by him too much.

“- Don’t care… S-So good Min…”

At this point, you were fucking yourself on his cock, and Minho stared down at your ass coliding with his abs everytime you moved backwards, moaning loudly everytime he hitted your sweet spot. It really was a sight to behold, and he didn’t miss a bit of it, his gaze lingering on your cunt swallowing him whole. 

“- You’re so fucking nasty baby, bet you fantasized about that every day, didn’t you ?”

You were so out of it that you couldn’t form any coherent word, and even less sentences, only whimpers leaving your lips. Minho chuckled from behind you, picking up on his pace and holding your hips still while he rammed into you at a much quicker rhythm. 

“- I am fucking you so good you can’t talk ? Is that it little slut ?”

You moaned in approuval, reliveing in the way his body now pressed into yours in the mattress, his lips brushing against your ear everytime he talked dirty to you. Minho knew how excited that got you. He wanted you to come before him, he wanted to feel the delicious ache of you getting impossibly tight around him before cumming too. 

“- Answer, or you’re not getting what you want.

- Y-Yeah ! 

- Yeah to what ? That’s not a proper response baby.”

The sweet name paired with his hand slapping your ass was degrading, borderline humiliating, but it felt so fucking good, tightening the knot in your stomach and bringing you so much closer to your climax.

“- You’re fucking me s-so good I can’t… Ah… I can’t talk.

- Good girl. Now you can cum.”

As if you only needed his permission to do so, you reached your breaking point, screaming in pleasure and your pussy contracting so hard around him he came almost immediately, moaning your name loudly as he spilled his load deep inside of you. Both of your orgasms were so intense your visions became white, tears almost spilling out of your eyes. For a moment, the only sound breaking the silence of your bedroom was one of your heavy breathing, trying to regain some strength to move from the position you were currently in, which was becoming quite uncomfortable. 

Minho rolled off from your body, laying on your side and bringing you close to him, not wanting to leave the warmth radiating from you. You immediately cuddled against him, settling your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent with an audible sigh of relief. 

“- That was undoubtedly the most powerful orgasm of my whole life.”

You giggled at his words, but you could only agree with him : it indeed was, and even if you weren’t certain that an entiere month of frustration was the better way of getting it, you were still glad for it.

“- Yeah, it was amazing but I’m gonna need a good shower.

- Does this mean round two ?”

You hit his toned chest playfully, rolling your eyes, but you didn’t miss his teasing smirk and he didn’t miss the way the corner of your lips were threatening to stretch out. 

“- That means we’re not doing that ever again. I missed you too much, it wasn’t really fun.”

Feeling you snuggle even more against him, Minho tightens his hold on you, one of his hands coming to caress your shoulders, his gaze softening. He lowered his head enough to be able to kiss the crown of your hair, burying his face inside just after, the perfume of your shampoo feeling familiar enough to totally relax him.

“- I missed you a lot too. But it was worth it seeing them losing one after another.”

You hit him again, but it only made him chuckle softly. You knew your boyfriend was very competitive, and maybe it wasn’t a bad thing after all, you thought, when you felt his hands sliding from your shoulder to your ass, squeezing them roughly. 

“- So… Round two ?”

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[backinmyphase]

STARTING THE NEW YEAR IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE: WITH SATORU GOJO?

Winter was always so tiring. You don't know when was the last time you saw the sun, sleeping into the afternoon and staying awake till morning wasn't helping.

It was probably the season but you felt so heavy, so exhausted, so meaningless. When was the last time you had a proper meal instead of instant noodles? Probably when he brought you-

It was almost midnight when your phone lit up with the number of Satoru showed up.

You couldn't help but groan as you thought of him while your phone rang. The guy had made it his mission to constantly call you, show up and texting you to drink. It was sweet, but also a bit scary, because you didn't know how to respond. And you were starting to ask yourself if he didn't have anything better to do, like his college assignments?

And you were scared he would realize what kind of loser you were.

"What is it, Satoru?" you answered with a yawn, engulfed in your blanket while sitting on your bed.

"Do you have any plans tonight?" his voice sounded so excited you wondered where he got all his energy.

"No? It's almost midnight Satoru, why should I?"

"Why?" his voice rose with shock. "Tonight is New Years' Eve!"

"Oh." To be honest, you completely forgot, losing track of the date while being in your feelings. "Right."

You waited a couple of seconds before speaking again, being a bit embarrassed of your forgetfulness. Yeah, embarrassed that you didn't notice how time was fleeting while you were just spending days in your room sleeping. "Why are you calling, Satoru?"

"Well, I..." he cleared his throat. Then he spoke so fast you could barely understand him. "WantedtoaskyouifIcancomeover?"

"What?" you asked with a teasing tone.

"Oh, forget it." he sighed so dramatically, you couldn't help but chuckle.

"You can come by if you want to, Satoru."

"FUCK YES!" you could picture him grinning while saying that. "I'll be there in five minutes!"

"What!?" you gasped in horror. "Wait you shouldn-"

Beeep.

Oh god, you were not prepared to see him in five minutes. You probably looked like a vampire and maybe you did transform into one over the last days. But how could you have guessed you would see anyone at 11:49? Well, maybe you could have if you knew the current date...

"Shit, shit, shit-"

You jumped out of your bed, looking at your very messy and small apartment. Why did you say he could come over?

With fast steps,-you hadn't moved that fast since a month-, you went into your small bathroom, looking into your mirror and seeing the mess of your hair.

"SHIT SHIT SHIT!"

You took a brush and tried making yourself presentable, but the doorbell was already ringing. You looked at the clock, to see it was only 11:52.

That liar.

You sighed, now sounding just as dramatic as him, and tried to calm down your nerves. It was just Satoru. The very hot guy, you knew from that party where Shoko introduced you to him. Just Satoru, the unnecessary attractive guy who was asking after you every day.

Why were you making yourself crazy?

With shaky legs you went to the door, trying to take deep breaths on the way. Then you opened the door only to lose your breath immediately.

Satoru was so unfair. Showing up with flawless gorgeous hair, chic clothes and flowers. How did he even get these in 2 minutes? It was just so unfair, he was almost shining in your dark apartment.

"Nice Pyjamas." he grinned at you and horror dawned on you as you looked down.

Great. Now he sees you even more in your unprepared glory. Just great.

"Nice flowers." you tried sounding nonchalant, but your embarrassment made your cheeks heat up against your will.

He laughed and just made his way inside of your apartment. Going into your tiny kitchen, like the times he visited to bring you takeout. But the difference there was that he had told you hours prior.

"You got a vase?"

"Just take a cup, I'm low on budget."

He chuckled while taking out one of your glass cups. "Noted for next year."

Your heart was killing you. The fast beats were making you shaky. You were sweating and asking yourself just why you were still so anxious around him.

"Hey, let's go outside now."

You looked at him with confusion. "What do you mean?"

He grinned while taking your hand (taking your hand!!) and just started pulling you to the door without explaining.

"Satoru, I'm in pyjamas I can't just go outside!"

"Just put on your shoes, it'll be alright."

And like always you just sighed and did what he requested. You saw his nervous glances out of the window while you took your time putting on your shoes.

"Okay, let's go now!" he pulled you behind him impatiently, while you stumbled and only barely kept your balance.

"Wait I need my jacket-"

The explosion of various lights in the sky took you completely by surprise. But it was New Years Eve, of course there will be fireworks. So, so beautiful fireworks.

"Happy new year."

Satoru had started to put his arms around you, his body keeping you away from the cold. His mouth was just a few breathes away from your ear as he whispered that.

And you couldn't help but let the smile that was away for weeks make it's way onto your face.

You freed yourself from Satoru's arms to turn around to him, away from the beautiful lights behind you.

And with a sudden appearance of courage you pulled his face a bit down and stood on tiptoes to press a light peck on his cheek.

"Happy new year, 'Toru."

NEW YEAR RESOLUTION: GO OUT MORE OFTEN TO SURPRISE YOUR NEW AND A BIT ANNOYING BOYFRIEND

[lizzy06]

Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader Fic Recs!!(Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

Haikyuu! Fic Rec Masterlist

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I Dare You✨✨✨ by Orphan account(oneshot, fake dating, fluff) Kuroo needs a girlfriend for a week. You're determined to make him regret asking you. [COMPLETED]

Soulmate au ✨✨by @haikyuu-imagines-and-others (oneshot, angst, fluff)[COMPLETED]

 Bed Head ✨by @oreosmama (oneshot, humor, slight smut)Kuroo’s hair was an undeniable nuisance. It was a shame, though, because it was here to stay.[COMPLETED]

 The Deal✨ @oreosmama (oneshot, angst to fluff, slight smut) Kuroo needs your help wooing the pain in the ass cheerleader that’s your lab partner. But what if Kuroo wasn’t actually trying to pursue her?[COMPLETED]

 Forgive In Time ✨ @oreosmama (oneshot, angst)Kuroo always teased you, joked with you during class. You couldn’t help but grow feelings for him. Evidently he didn’t return them.[COMPLETED]

Just a Little Confession ✨ @oreosmama (oneshot, angst to fluff) A confession to Kenma doesn’t end as well as you thought it would, but luckily a tall, kind third-year is there to save the day. Still, confessions suck, and relationships are hard to read sometimes.[COMPLETED]

 Pumpkin Eater✨ (angst)(Part 2 Options: Second Chance or Never Again)  @oreosmama Last night, your friend sent you pictures of Kuroo with some girl at a random club. In short, not only was he a liar, but he was also a cheater, and you couldn’t stand to be with him after this.[COMPLETED]

Through the Summer and the Fall ✨ by @intomymindspace (oneshot, death, angst, happy/open ending) For eight short lives, you have loved each other. On your ninth, you are finally able to see it out to the end. (9 lives, haha, get it? Because he’s a Nekoma and they’re cats) [COMPLETED]

the in-between ✨by kuroopaisen (friends to lovers, fluff, nekoma manager! reader) Kuroo decides to tutor you in chemistry... but in return, you have to be nekoma's manager.[COMPLETED]

I miss you by @novanekoma (two shot, angst) main lyric of inspiration: I’m only seventeen, I don’t know anything, but I know I miss you[COMPLETED]

Assistance Required by SweetCandyLiar(fluff, tooth rooting)You are Kuroo's Assistant, and boy are you tired of being stuck in the office until midnight because your boss is a workaholic.[COMPLETED]

Provocateur ✨by QuillMind (friends to lovers, childhood friends fluff, smut)The so-called 'provocation expert' of Nekoma High School actually had an equal back in the day, in the form of you, his and Kenma's childhood friend. After eight years, you've moved back to Tokyo for a surprise reunion, but considering you're no longer children, everything can't be the same, can it?[COMPLETED]

soulmate au  by @hold-my-hand-kuroo (oneshot, angst, fluff) aka the soulmate au where everyone is born with a book quote on their chest, and soulmates are people who share the starting and ending lines from the same book, and kuroo’s just unlucky. [COMPLETED]

somewhere only we know ✨by wanderwithme (wanderlustt)(oneshot, fluff, friends to lovers)Four times Kuroo proposes to you—and the last time he does.[COMPLETED]

broken by @tooruluv (oneshor, angst, ex lovers)[COMPLETED]

GHOSTED. by wanderwithme (wanderlustt) (fluff, angst, oneshot)In which Kuroo (a "ghost") falls in love with you (not a ghost).[COMPLETED]

Unrequited by @watevermelon (oneshot, fluff)Years of unrequited feelings and longing looks for your childhood best-friend Kuroo, it was only when he was in the arms of another that he finally realized his true feelings for you; when it is almost too late.[COMPLETED]

“i guess we’re soulmates” by @mirakeul (soulmate au, oneshot, fluff)Soulmate! au where you can write on your skin and it will show up on their skin. You were being bs-ed by yours, Tetsu as he continues to pester your life[COMPLETED]

Hey by Deranged-Gongzhu (soulmate au, fluff, humor) You heard 'hey' for the nth time and you are sure ur response doesn't match [COMPLETED]

Songbird ✨by @sincerelybubbles (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff)[COMPLETED]

Dangerous Soulmate by @mango-bango-bby (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff)[COMPLETED]

soulmate au by @haikyuu-scenarios-drabbles (oneshot, fluff) soulmate has the same tattoo as you[COMPLETED]

soulmate au by @haikyuu-dream (oneshot, fluff)[COMPLETED]

Retrouvailles ✨by dudeandduchess (arranged marriage, hate to love, angst, fluff)She was raised to believe that her future marriage was one that was fated, until she met him— the one and only Kuroo Tetsurō. She loved him, he hated her, and he reminded her every single day until she just gave up on him— on them— or did she, really? [ONGOING]

Dating! For science by hqprotectionsquad(oneshot, fake dating, requited love, fluff) Kuroo’s tweaking his AI program for his senior thesis and he just needs one thing left to make this true to life: a fake girlfriend or You. [COMPLETED]

Just Friends by crescentsteel(fluff, angst, smut)You are friends with Kuroo. Friends with benefits that is. You like the set-up, but you end up getting more than what you bargain for.[COMPLETED]

Treasure You ✨ by IndigoWriterNSFW (oneshot, fake dating, friend to lovers, smut) Your parents don't believe you have broken up with kei so u make kuroo your fake bf to convince them [COMPLETED]

heartbreak girl ✓✨ | unrequited love, angst kenma x f!reader x kuroo by @tooruluv | teaser | pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5 | pt 6 | pt 7 (final) |[COMPLETED]

rookie by laculite(fluff, smut, pinning)you’re tired of a lot of things; school, your nymphomaniac neighbour, the rising price of fuji apples at your local grocery store. but mostly, you’re tired of being the only that isn’t getting any. or at least, the only one who’s never gotten any before. [COMPLETED]

Public Transit✨✨ by Orphan_account (train, 18+)Your heart pounded, knowing you were being touched, and he was watching you.[COMPLETED]

Somewhere only we know✨ by wanderwithme(wanderlustt)(oneshot,fluff)Four times Kuroo proposes to you—and the last time he does.[COMPLETED]

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good luck, have fun by wanderwithme(wanderlustt) (oneshot, fluff, slice of life, smut) In which you're a gamer, Kuroo is not a gamer, and Kenma plays an unwitting wingman.[COMPLETED]

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The Rhyme and Reason for Rhetoric✨ by momothespicy (momothesweet) (smut, fluff) He's a punk who needs a tutor. You're a fanfiction-reading nerd. You know how the rest goes. [HIATUS]

[kaliforniahigh]

So, this picture reminded of this picture I used for this little blurb I wrote a while back.

This can be considered another installment of you trying to convince Noah to take a break from work.

You could feel the softness of the fabric engulfing your body as you stirred in your sleep. Your legs were pulled up almost to your chest as you slowly tried to open your eyes and regain your bearings.

You guess you had fallen asleep around an hour ago, eyes focused on Noah's back as he worked away on the new album. You were half sitting and half laying down on the plush bean bag nestled in the corner of the room.

The boys had already gone home, but Noah insisted on staying, claiming he just needed to add a few touches here and there.

"It'll be 30 minutes tops", he had told them, and you. He actually told you that you could go home, eat something and wait for him there, but you insisted on staying. Plopping yourself down on the bean bag, you pulled out your phone and started scrolling.

Turns out, you were actually more tired than you thought, because within 10 minutes, your eyes were alreay half closed, and the phone slipped from your fingers, as you fell into a peaceful slumber.

Looking behind him, Noah saw your phone's screen still lit up, some kind of cooking video playing, but it was laying forgotten on the bean bag. You were letting out soft breaths, your face looked peaceful and calm as you slept. So, he got up, locked the screen, grabbed one pillow to rest your head on, and plugged in his headphones, so the sound of the music he was working on wouldn't wake you.

Now, an hour later, your eyes bleary with tiredness, you could see him still working away. Fighting your body's will to stay laying down, you got up, your feet padding quietly on the carpeted floor.

Approaching him, you softly touched his shoulder first, as to not startle him. Noah took off his headphones, turning around to look at you. You could see his eyes were a mirror of your own, tired and sleepy.

"Took a nice nap, there, didn't you?", he said, with a smile playing on his lips. Looking at the computer on the desk in front of you, you could see that midnight was fast approaching.

"Noah, it's almost midnight", you pointed out, rubbing your eyes to try and get rid of the sleepiness a little bit. He rested his hands on your hips, rubbing circles with his thumb.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry", he apologized. You weren't mad at him, you just didn't like him working himself to the bone like this. "We'll leave in a few. I'll finish here and then turn everything off so we can go"

You sighed out loud.

"No", you told him, voice a little whiny and his eyebrows raised a little bit in surprise.

"No?", he asked you, amused.

You didn't answer him, instead, you extended your arm and offered him your hand. He took it and you pushed him in your direction, prompting him to get up.

"Where are we going?", he asked, once again.

"Lay there", you pointed to the bean bag that was now in front of both of you.

"Why suddenly so bossy?", he commented, with a light laugh, but did as told anyway. You could see his body visibly relax as soon as it touched the soft fabric.

You layed down as well, body half on top of his, so the both of you could fit, and you rested your head on his chest. Reaching beside him, you grabbed your phone and set a timer for 20 minutes.

"We're taking a nap right now", you decided for the two of you.

Circling his arms around you, and fitting your body snugly against his, Noah closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of your body and your fingers softly playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

Within seconds, you both feel asleep, legs tangled and dangling from the bean bag. In 20 minutes, your phone ringed, but neither of you cared. Noah silenced it, and went back to sleeping against you.

[shigiaki]

Not my girlfriend part 3

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Sorry for the extremely late update. I wanted this part to be good and long, but I was having trouble coming up with good ideas and eventually put it on hold. Enjoy! Let me know if you would like me to write next!

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You couldn’t sleep all night, no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t get the image of him off your mind. His lips on yours, the constant teasing, your neck covered with purple and red marks with small hints of bites.

You turned pink just thinking about it as you lay in bed, covering yourself with the thick blanket. You turned to the side, checking the time on your alarm clock. 3 a.m. You wanted to sleep but just couldn’t.

When you arrived home, you locked yourself in your room, feeling guilty, no better than Naruto and Sakura. But the guilt quickly faded as you remembered those messages and photos. It was almost midnight when you got home, and while you were in the middle of changing, your phone rang constantly. Growing irritated, you picked it up, it was Naruto.

"Where have you been?" his text read. He had called me earlier that day, but I didn’t reply because I was too busy with Sasuke…

His next text read, "Why were you over at Sasuke’s?" I frowned, looking at it.

How did he know? you thought to yourself, but then quickly remembered that you both had shared each other’s location. You must have forgotten to turn it off. You sighed as you typed a reply, "It’s nothing, we had a class project we had to finish."

Not wanting to think about Naruto, you decided to take a shower and head to bed. Afterward, you changed into your favorite pink silk pajamas. They were your favorite.

As you brushed your hair, you kept thinking about how quickly you had left, starting to feel bad that you hadn’t even bothered to say goodbye. Your eyes lifted to the mirror, and you noticed the number of hickeys on your neck and down your chest, making you blush once more. You began thinking about all the things that could have happened if you had stayed...If Sakura hadn’t called him.

Finally feeling a little sleepy, you tried to sleep. Turning off the lights, you scrolled through your phone and remembered the photos you had taken of him. Opening your camera roll, you clicked on his picture, a soft smile forming on your lips at how adorable he looked. Amused, you set that picture as his icon on your phone, changing his name to "Pervert."

Turning off your phone, you lay in bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but your mind constantly wandered to him. Forcing yourself to sleep, you only managed an hour or two before waking up again from a dream about him. Growing irritated, you got up, grabbed some ice cream, and watched TV all night until you finally decided to start getting ready.

Once you were finished, you slid on your shoes and headed outside. The walk wasn’t long, and it was a nice day, sunny but a little cold. Before leaving, you had made some coffee, hoping it would give you enough energy, but if it didn’t, you figured you’d just end up buying an energy drink.

After a couple of minutes, you reached the entrance, where many other students from your class were gathered. It didn’t take long for you to recognize him immediately, he was hard to miss, his tall figure and dark features standing out as he glared right at you. His face revealed nothing of his feelings after last night.

You swallowed hard, trying to keep composed. You weren’t going to let this mess you up! You were well-composed and kind, everyone knew that. There was no way you were going to let your mind run wild because of him!

Your gaze quickly shifted away from him, focusing straight ahead. As you were about to pass him and ignore his presence, he stopped, leaning against the brick wall before casually falling into step behind you, just close enough for you to notice. You could feel his intense stare on you as you sipped your coffee, trying to ignore the way it made your skin prickle.

Almost reaching class, you finally turned to look at him. He stopped as well, calmly gazing down at you. His expression was unreadable you had no idea what he was thinking.

"Why do you keep following me?" you mumbled, nervous and annoyed by his persistent stare.

"We have the same class together, remember?" he spoke softly, his tone casual as if nothing was out of the ordinary. You glared at him, noticing the way his eyes drifted to your neck and chest.

"Yeah, right. Whatever..." you muttered, rolling your eyes. You wanted to ask why he had done that yesterday, but it was too early to stress over it.

A second later, Naruto appeared beside you, catching you off guard as he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. You tried to keep your expression neutral, hiding the disgust that bubbled inside you. Forcing a fake smile, you looked at the grinning blonde in front of you.

"Hey, sweetie," you greeted, your voice light but hollow.

Naruto’s eyes flicked between us, his curiosity evident. "What are you guys talking about?" he asked, his tone almost casual, but you could sense the underlying curiosity.

you quickly shook your head. "Nothing," you dismissed, looping your arm around his shoulder in an attempt to steer the conversation away. As you did, you stole a glance at Sasuke, who remained silent, his gaze cold and unwavering on Naruto.

That look alone was enough. you could tell. And that meant Naruto could too.

"Is this about the project last night?" Naruto asked, his brows knitting together slightly. Sasuke’s lips curled just slightly, an amused expression flickering across his face. "Project?" he repeated, as if testing the word.

Naruto frowned, turning to me. "Yeah? Isn't that why you were at his place so late?" His confusion was obvious, his blue eyes searching mine for answers.

Sasuke simply nodded, his gaze flickering between the two of us, unreadable as ever. Naruto frowned, looking doubtful. You wanted this encounter to end as quickly as possible.

"Ah," Sasuke let out softly, tapping his chin as if deep in thought. "Right… I forgot," he said between pauses, his tone deliberate. "Our project… we were quite occupied." A subtle smirk played on his lips, barely noticeable but enough to make your stomach twist.

You bit your lip, a slight blush creeping onto your cheeks. Naruto didn’t say anything, but he noticed the strange tension between you two. A flicker of suspicion crossed his face, though you were too busy glaring at Sasuke to notice.

Shifting your gaze to Naruto, you give him a soft smile. "We should get going," you say, your voice light. Sasuke watched silently from the side, his dark eyes unreadable.

"Right, wouldn’t want to be late," Naruto agrees, stretching his arms behind his head. Before either of you can move, Sasuke reaches into his bag and pulls something out, extending it toward you without a word.

You glance down. Strawberry milk. Your favorite.

A beat of hesitation passes before you take it, fingers brushing against his for the briefest moment. "Thanks?" you murmur, tilting your head up at him.

His expression stays neutral, but there’s something in the way his gaze lingers, just a second too long, before he lets out a quiet "Hn." "See ya around," he says dismissively, already turning to leave.

You stare at the drink in your hand, warmth creeping into your cheeks. How does he know this is my favorite? A small, uncontrollable smile tugs at your lips, and you duck your head to hide it.

"That’s… odd," Naruto mutters, snapping you out of your thoughts. "What is?" you ask, glancing at him.

He scratches the back of his neck, frowning. "Sasuke…" He hesitates, then shakes his head. "Never mind. Just weird that he’d give you that."

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The day went with a breeze. You had thought about avoiding Sasuke all day, too shy to even face him, but that would be impossible because of your deal to humiliate them.

You thought Sasuke would seek you out, maybe even tease you, though he didn't seem like the type. But no, he didn't at all. He kept his distance like he always did, acting completely normal, before you found out the truth, before you met him on the rooftop and told him everything.

One thing had changed - his eyes never left you now.

During group hangouts where both your friend groups would be present, you tried to act normal while discreetly watching Naruto and Sakura, wondering if they'd finally be bold enough to flirt openly. Everything appeared the same as always ,Naruto would say something foolish, Sakura would hit him, the familiar rhythm of their interactions unchanged. But now, knowing the truth, you saw them differently. Their closeness, which you'd never properly noticed before, suddenly seemed obvious in every glance and casual touch.

Sasuke paid no mind to their interactions.

For the entire week, he'd established a new routine of quiet gestures appearing with strawberry milk exactly when your energy waned, slipping your favorite chocolate into your bag when you weren't looking, lingering outside classrooms long after his own sessions ended. Most surprisingly, he'd started offering to walk you home each evening, his presence a silent shield against the autumn chill.

The consistency was what unsettled you most. This wasn't the aloof Sasuke you knew. These deliberate acts of attention felt like... something you weren't ready to name.

This might have been his plan all along. Naruto had begun noticing the subtle changes too, how Sasuke's sharp edges softened whenever you entered the room, how his usual indifference gave way to quiet attentiveness. The blond never missed an opportunity to call him out, either.

"Since when do you carry around strawberry milk, bastard?" elbowing him in the ribs. Sasuke merely shrugged him off with a glare that lacked its usual heat, his dark eyes flickering to you for half a second before looking away.

Each small gesture felt deliberate, like moves in some unspoken game only Sasuke understood the rules to. And you, you were both the opponent and the prize.

Naruto tried to convince himself it was nothing, maybe Sasuke just wanted to get along with his best friend’s girlfriend. That’s all it was.

But then, that night, your phone lit up with a message, the first in a week.

You were sprawled on the couch beside Naruto, his loud crunching of chips nearly drowning out the TV. When your phone buzzed against your thigh, you casually grabbed it only for your breath to hitch.

A single name glowed on the screen: Sasuke: "Come over."

Heat rushed to your cheeks, painting them a telltale pink. You angled the phone away instinctively but not fast enough.

No explanation. No pleasantries. Just those two words, loaded with something you couldn’t quite name. Your pulse jumped.

Naruto froze mid-bite, a potato chip crumbling between his fingers as his sharp blue eyes locked onto you. "Who texted you?" he asked, voice laced with suspicion that sent your heart hammering against your ribs.

Your grip tightened around the phone like it might suddenly combust. The weight of Sasuke's message, his first in a week, so simple yet so loaded, burned against your palm. The last thing you needed was Naruto discovering his best friend had just asked his girlfriend to come over.

"No one important," you managed, forcing your face into what you hoped was casual indifference despite the heat creeping up your neck.

Naruto's eyes narrowed. "Bullshit." He wiped salty fingers on his pants and leaned closer. "You're doing that thing where your left eye twitches when you lie."

A nervous laugh escaped you. "Since when do you pay that much attention?"

"Since my girlfriend started blushing at her phone like a-" Your phone buzzed again, cutting him off. Both your gazes snapped to the glowing screen now displaying a second message from Sasuke

The second notification illuminated the dim room, Sasuke’s name flashing like a warning siren. Naruto’s hand shot out faster than a shuriken throw.

You twisted away, but he caught your wrist. "Ohhh no you don’t—"A brief struggle ensued, your elbow knocking over his chip bag, his knee pinning your thigh to the couch cushions. The phone tumbled to the floor between you, screen-up.

Sasuke (2:14 AM): "You’re taking too long."

Naruto went preternaturally still. The shift in his demeanor was instant: shoulders tensing, jaw hardening. When he spoke, his voice carried an unfamiliar edge. "Since when does Sasuke text you at 2 AM?"

Your breath hitched as Naruto's grip tightened. "He must have forgotten something-" you stammered, fingers digging into the couch cushions. "Maybe it's about our Project"

The lies tasted bitter on your tongue. Naruto's blue eyes usually so bright and trusting darkened with uncharacteristic suspicion. You squirmed under his weight, but he didn't budge.

"It's nothing important," you insisted, forcing a laugh that came out more like a choked cough. "I'll just...ask him tomorrow."

But Naruto wasn't letting go. His gaze dropped to the phone still glowing between you, Sasuke's name glaringly visible in the dim light. Your pulse roared in your ears loud enough that you swore Naruto could hear it.

Since when did he pay this much attention? Since when did he look at you like this, like he was seeing cracks in something he thought was solid?

"We should head to bed, it's late," you mumbled, voice thin as you pressed your palms against Naruto’s chest. His heartbeat thudded violently under your fingertips, matching the frantic rhythm of your own.

He didn’t move.

A charged silence stretched between you, broken only by the buzz of another incoming text. Naruto’s gaze flicked to your phone, then back to you, his pupils blown wide with something between betrayal and fury.

"You’re really gonna pretend this is nothing?" His voice was low, dangerous. The kind of tone he reserved for enemies. Your breath caught. Sasuke’s name flashed again on the screen.

Then a knock at the window. Both of you froze.

Through the glass, silhouetted by moonlight, stood Sasuke, arms crossed, impatience rolling off him in waves. Naruto’s grip on you turned bruising.

"Yes, I swear," you mumbled, the lie coating your tongue like ash. For a fleeting moment, guilt prickled up your spine, you sounded just like him, like every cheating bastard who'd ever made excuses in the dead of night.

Then you remembered.

The photos of Naruto and Sakura pressed together at Ichiraku. His arm slung casually around her waist. Her laughter a little too bright, a little too intimate. The way your stomach had hollowed out seeing them, It scorched away your guilt now.

"You're hurting me." Your voice came out sharper than intended as his fingers dug into your waist. Naruto recoiled like you'd burned him, releasing you so abruptly. Without a word, he stalked toward the door, shoulders rigid with barely contained fury.

Your palms slicked with sweat as the reality of the situation crashed over you. Sasuke was outside. Naruto was seconds from discovering the truth. And you, you were trapped between them, your lies unraveling faster than you could spin new ones.

naruto opened the door to confront sasuke Naruto wrenched the door open with enough force to make the hinges shudder.

Sasuke stood silhouetted in the moonlight, one hand still raised from where he’d been about to knock. His dark eyes flicked past Naruto’s seething form to you, disheveled and wide-eyed on the couch, and something dangerous flashed in his expression.

"The hell are you doing here?" Naruto bit out, voice trembling with barely restrained fury. A beat of silence. The air between them crackled like a live wire.

Sasuke’s gaze never left yours as he answered, voice deceptively calm: "She knows why." Naruto’s breath hitched. When he turned to you, the betrayal in his eyes cut deeper than any blade.

"Explain." Your mouth went dry. There was no escaping this now.

You sucked in a shuddering breath and forced yourself to stand, legs trembling as you approached the doorway where they stood squared off two living weapons barely restrained by civility.

Naruto's voice cracked through the apartment like a whip: "Why the hell are you showing up at my girlfriend's place uninvited?" His fingers curled into fists, knuckles bleaching white.

When Sasuke didn't flinch, Naruto whirled on you, eyes wild with hurt and fury. "And why the FUCK is he texting you to come over at 2 AM?" Spittle flew from his lips, his whole body vibrating with the force of his shout.

The silence that followed was deafening. Sasuke's obsidian eyes bored into yours, waiting. Naruto's ragged breathing filled the space between you all.

Sasuke took one look at your paralyzed expression and sighed, that infuriating, dismissive sound that always meant he’d decided to handle your mess.

He shouldered past Naruto like he owned the apartment, the door clicking shut behind him with deliberate calm. The air turned to ice as he turned.

"Same reason you asked Sakura to yours."

His voice was glacier-cold. Naruto's grip on your wrist went slack. "That—we were just studying for calc—"

"At midnight?"

You watched Naruto's Adam's apple bob, his tell when lying. The way his eyes darted to your lacrosse jacket hanging by the door. The sweat darkening the collar of his hoodie. Sasuke hadn't even raised his voice.

Sasuke’s mouth curved into a mocking frown. "You know… I’m glad." His voice dropped to a velvet murmur as he stepped closer, the scent of his cologne sharpening the charged air between them.

"If you hadn’t fucked my girl first…" A deliberate pause. His thumb brushed slowly over his own bottom lip, eyes locked on Naruto with predatory focus. "I’d never have known how sweet yours tastes."

The silence that followed was deafening.

Sasuke didn’t blink. "Now we’re even."

Sasuke's gaze slid to you dark, calculating, the way a wolf sizes up wounded prey. Each step he took forward vibrated through the cramped apartment room, his presence swallowing the oxygen whole. You could smell the wintermint on his breath when he stopped inches away, feel the heat radiating off his body like a furnace.

Naruto stood frozen by the door, fists trembling at his sides. Anger warred with something uglier in his blue eyes, guilt, sharp and sour, twisting his usually bright features into something unrecognizable.

"You got something to say, loser?" Sasuke murmured, never breaking eye contact with you. His thumb brushed your lower lip, possessive and cruel. "Or you just gonna stand there remembering how she—"

Naruto's hand crashed against the wall as he lunged.

Naruto’s hand shot out, gripping Sasuke’s shoulder hard enough to wrinkle the black fabric of his designer shirt. He yanked him backward—hard—sending Sasuke stumbling into your partments room’s cluttered table. Pens and textbooks scattered as Naruto lunged, all coiled rage and trembling muscle.

You barely had time to gasp before Naruto was on top of him, knees pinning Sasuke’s thighs, fist cracking across his cheekbone with a sickening thud.

"You don’t fucking touch her!" Naruto roared, voice raw.

Sasuke’s head snapped to the side from the impact, but his smirk never wavered—just a slow drag of his tongue over the blood on his lip. "That all you got?" he taunted, breathless.

Naruto reared back for another swing—"GET OUT NOW!"

Your voice cracked through the room like a gunshot. Naruto froze mid-swing, fist still clenched, breathing ragged.

"We’re over. Leave." The words left your lips like shards of glass sharp, final.

You didn’t wait for his reaction. Striding forward, you grabbed his arm, your nails digging into his skin hard enough to leave crescents. For a heartbeat, he resisted, muscles taut under your grip then he let you yank him off Sasuke, stumbling back like the fight had been punched out of him.

Sasuke stayed sprawled on the floor, wiping blood from his split lip with his thumb. His dark eyes flicked between you and Naruto, unreadable.

Naruto’s chest heaved. "You’re choosing him?" His voice was barely a whisper, but it carried the weight of a scream.

You didn’t answer.

"It's not that I picked him." Your voice was calm, each syllable measured like a death sentence. "You picked her first."

You stepped closer, invading Naruto's space without hesitation. The scent of his cheap citrus body wash, the one you'd bought him last Christmas, made your stomach twist. His blue eyes widened, pupils dilating with something between horror and realization.

Sasuke remained silent behind you, but you felt the weight of his gaze like a physical touch. Approval? Amusement? It didn't matter.

"Every. Single. Time." You punctuated each word with another step forward, forcing Naruto to retreat until his back hit the doorframe. "Study sessions that ran too late. 'Innocent' texts at midnight. That fucking strawberry lip gloss she always wore, you think I didn't notice it on your collar?"

A muscle in Naruto's jaw twitched. His throat worked soundlessly. The guilt radiating off him was almost palpable. You leaned in, close enough to whisper: "You don't get to play victim now." When you pulled back, the tears in his eyes didn't move you. Not anymore.

Naruto jerked his head away as you turned your back on him, his jaw clenched so tight you heard his teeth grind.

"I’ll return your things later." Your voice stayed frost-bitten, final.

Silence. Then, the creak of the door. A pause. The slam shook the walls.

You exhaled, shoulders slumping, until your gaze landed on Sasuke. He was still on the floor, propped up on his elbows, the sleeve of his black sweater damp with blood from his split lip. His dark eyes tracked your every movement as you knelt beside him.

"You okay?" you murmured, voice softening despite yourself. Your fingers hovered near his cheek, unsure.

Sasuke caught your wrist before you could touch him. Not harshly—just enough to make you freeze. His thumb brushed your pulse point, a silent question in his gaze.

The sting of his fingers around your wrist barely registered, all you could see was the blood. Dark and glistening, it trailed from the corner of his mouth down to his chin, each drop a sharp contrast against his pale skin.

"Let me treat you," you murmured, voice softer than you intended. Your free hand rose instinctively, fingertips hovering just shy of his face. The air between you thrummed with something electric, dangerous.

Sasuke's grip didn't loosen, but his breathing hitched when your thumb finally made contact, brushing away a crimson smear. The taste of copper hung heavy in the scant space separating you.

Some distant part of your mind registered that you should be afraid - of his intensity, of what this meant, of how his dark eyes tracked your every movement like a predator's. But the louder, more insistent part only cared about the wound.

The silence stretched taut between you, broken only by the rustle of fabric as you leaned closer, your breath ghosting over his split lip. Without thinking close enough to count the flecks of onyx in his eyes, close enough to feel his breath hitch against your lips.

For one reckless heartbeat, you forgot about, the blood on his lip, the grip still circling your wrist, the door Naruto had just slammed behind him. Then reality crashed back.

You jerked away like you’d been burned, pulse roaring in your ears. Sasuke’s fingers tightened instinctively, halting your retreat for one terrifying second before letting go.

His expression was unreadable. But his eyes—

His eyes burned.

[ilikecrowns]

Closet

Alessia Russo x f!reader

Reader has liked alessia for as long as she can remember, alas it has always been unrequited, as alessia appears to be straight. That is until one day the news spreads something that she wasn’t ready for.

based on this request here

1k words (sorry it’s so short, i might make a part two)

warnings- none yet again! (i’m good at this)

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Watching Alessia in training everyday with the most adorable smile that's somehow always present on her face, completely and utterly destroyed me. There wasn't a hand I wanted more to hold, or hair I wanted more to softly stoke whilst laying besides her. Eventually, I decided it was best to get over her.

After all, she was straight, and would never ever want to be with me.

A sharp knocking on the door broke me from my pitiful state as I sat alone on my sofa, long past midnight, caressing a bowl of cookie dough ice cream. The only person I'd ever expect to turn up at my front door was the postman, and even then I probably see him far too often (my online shopping addiction is a matter to discuss on another occasion).

After shooting up from the sofa and practically spilling the whole semi-melted bowl of creamy heaven, I found myself standing at the door. Times like these make me realise a peephole is definitely worth it.

With no other way of knowing who on earth was banging on my front door at the devil's hour, the only thing for it was to open it up.

And there, looking in all her beautiful blonde glory was the one woman I swore to forget.

Alessia damn Russo.

"Hey...." she sheepishly smiled, clutching her arms in a feeble manner.

"Alessia," I stood there shocked, like a prey about to get pounced on. However, this predator was the most stunning, kind and adorable animal you'd ever see.

"I'm... i'm so sorry. I really hope i'm not interrupting you. It's just... I just," she started hyperventilating at this point, tears spilling down her cheeks faster than my hands could catch them.

"Less, it's okay, calm down, what's going on?"

"Someone... someone found me... found me kissing someone at a bar and and and-"

I raised my eyebrows, wondering where on earth this was going. I couldn't hide the sharp pain to my heart I felt as the words 'kissing someone at the bar' gave me, but right then I needed to be there for my friend.

"-and they took a pic and it's everywhere on the internet and now everyone knows, y/n/n, they all know!!"

I just looked at her completely bewildered.

"Everyone knows what, Less?" I never knew kissing someone at a club was the biggest deal in the world, but I guess some crazy fans certainly would find it to be the next focal point of their lives.

"Just... just look." she sobbed again, holding her phone out so I could see the picture she had up on it.

It was Alessia kissing a woman.

Rather awkwardly, I must admit. It looked like the poor thing didn't know her lips were attached to her face and that hands were absolutely not ever allowed anywhere near the person she was practically eating alive.

I raised my eyebrows, not sure whether to laugh at the hilarity of the awful kiss, or stay composed and empathetic for my 'former' crush.

"Honey...." I start, putting a hand onto Alessia's shoulder and offering her a warm smile, "Everything is going to be okay. Have you actually LOOKED at what people have said? You chose the right career to be gay in by the way, good job."

She gasped as soon as the word 'gay' left my mouth.

"Gay? I-i'm not..." she stopped, trying to find the best words as to not offend me, "I really really really just don't want everyone to know."

"What's the main reason behind that, Less?" I grabbed some tissues and dabbed at the tear stains around her eyes, followed by guiding her to my sofa.

"Because!" she exclaimed, getting up almost immediately after sitting down in an angry flourish.

I was almost astonished at the fact I'd completely glossed over the fact Alessia had kissed. a. girl.

"Lessi? if you wanted practice, you could have just asked me, by the way. That kiss looked painful..." I tried to make light of the situation, however soon after her meltdown it may have been.

She stopped her pacing, and turned to look at me.

A sharp blush instantly rose to her cheeks, followed straight after by a curious glint in her eye.

"You... you would do that for me?"

"I-"

"OH MY GOD Y/N I LOVE YOU!" her crying completely ceased, and she grabbed my face into her hands, planting a deep passionate kiss on my cheek.

All I could do was sigh to myself. If only she knew what she was doing to me.

The talented striker then gulped an entire glass of water in less than 10 seconds- which to me was hella impressive- and hastily applied about five layers of lipgloss to her lips.

"Alessia... I don't think this is a very good-" she shut me up with a messy, rushed and extremely, well, awful, kiss.

My eyes shot wide open, not in a million years had I expected my crush to kiss me and for me to feel extremely uncomfortable.

"God, Alessia, please tell me you didn't drink the entire bar," I face palmed, now finally realising how unbelievably drunk she must be to even consider doing something this bold.

"No no I just had a few, now sit still i'm not done!" She shut me up yet again with another bruising kiss, this time she tried sliding her tongue into my mouth which I absolutely was not having when she was so out of it. Plus, I was pretty afraid she'd eat me alive.

I gently pushed her off me, raising my hand to wave it in front of her still closed eyes and puckered lips face.

"Right, it's bed time! We will talk more about whatever the hell just happened in the morning, but for now, you need to rest. And for the love of god never get drunk again."

I wasn't sure how much I meant that last sentence, because no matter how painful that kiss was, I still got to experience what I’d dreamt of for years.

[ln444]

1D songs as f1 drivers prompts

included: lando norris, oscar piastri, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lewis hamilton, george russell, max verstappen.

cw: slight angst.

note: i spent days making this omg 😭 i'm so glad it's finally out bc i'm a huge fan of one direction's songs (had my directioner era lol) i really hope you guys enjoy it ! also i was thinking about making it a serie, let me know if you're interested by any of the prompts !

click on the title to play the song!

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lando norris ☆ stole my heart (bestfriends in love)

“under the lights tonight, you turned around and you stole my heart with just one look, when i saw your face, i fell in love„

lando really tried. he attempted to bury his feelings as deeply as he could, but you make it so difficult. the way you're the only one who laughs at his silly jokes, the way you try not to miss any of his races (and send him a good luck text when you can't be there), the way you randomly smile down at him – he could talk about everything you do for hours because he loves and knows every single details about you. sometimes he hates how you make him feel because he just wants to say, 'fuck it,' and kiss you for hours and hours. he can't even count the number of times he's thought about kissing you or the countless times the three words almost slipped out of his mouth out of nowhere. but the thought of losing you forever hold him back everytime, he can't even imagine his life without you. he doesn't know how, but lando has fallen for you, really, really hard and it just keeps going, he just can't get enough of you.

oscar piastri ☆ 18 (teenage love)

“i have loved you since we were 18, long before we both thought the same thing, to be loved and to be in love„

oscar initially watched you from a distance, even memorizing your schedule to see you as often as possible. he'd daydream about finding excuses to start conversations with you, sometimes getting so lost in thought during class that he'd lose track of the lesson. then, one day, he finally gathered the courage to talk to you, pretending to need notes from a shared class. since that day, you began exchanging daily messages, making oscar dumbly smiling. you started having study sessions, eating lunch together, sitting together in your shared classes and he'd even wait to walk you home. and just like that, oscar start falling for you. he found himself daydreaming about you more often, imagining how it would feel to hold your hand and how your lips would feel on his. those thoughts would fluster him, but deep down, he hoped they might come true.

charles leclerc ☆ summer love

“you were my summer love, you'll always will be my summer love„

midnight swims, picnics, sneaking out to watch the stars, late-night talks, sharing earphones while lying on the beach, biking, taking pictures of each other with your old camera, whispering sweet words to each other when no one's watching. that's what makes summer your favorite season, because you get to be with charles. but why does being in love with charles have to be so complicated? why do you have to part ways when the summer ends? most importantly, what makes you hold onto this love, so complicated? maybe the fact that charles always promises to be there next summer and keep this promise — or the fact that you're madly in love with this boy—. the craziest part of all of this is how your love for each other never fades, to the point where charles promises to marry you and get a beach house where you can spend all your summers together when you grow up. charles always keeps his promises.

carlos sainz ☆ change your ticket (long distance)

“you should probably stay, probably stay a couple more days, come on let me change your ticket home, don't go, it's not the same when you go„

you never imagined that having an f1 driver as your boyfriend would be so challenging and that you'd have to spend half the year far from him. at first, it wasn't a big problem, and you got used to it quickly. but at times, it really tugged at your heart. carlos always makes sure to call you when he is free and send you texts at random times of the day to ask how's your day going and tell you how much he misses you, but it's not the same. carlos had asked you more than to join the venture, assuring you that his income would be more than enough for both of you. you thought about it—a lot—but the idea of making such significant changes held you back. now, when you think about it, you realize that losing carlos over a simple matter of distance would be a mistake, especially when there's a solution within reach. perhaps traveling the world with your f1 driver boyfriend isn't such a bad idea after all.

lewis hamilton ☆ heart attack (bestfriend's sister)

“got your voice in my head, sayin' «let's just be friends» [...] never thought it'd hurt so bad, getting over you„

lewis doesn't even know how he fell in love with you. perhaps it was the way your smile warms his heart or how you effortlessly make the most boring conversation so captivating. it seems so absurd that, out of all of the people, he fell for his bestfriend's sister. lewis never imagined that it will be this hard to fight his love for you and act like his mind is not filled with thoughts of you 24/7. how could he possibly get over you when just being in the same room as you drives him crazy? he thought about telling your brother, he really did but the thought of losing his long time friend and you along the way held him back. so he decided to bury his feelings deep in his heart and keep his thoughts in the back of his head. yet, with every echo of your laughter from the next room or just the sight of you, his heart would go crazy.

george russell ☆ loved you first

“i've been waiting all this time to finally say it but now i see your heart's been taken, and nothing could be worse, baby i loved you first„

george can't help but think about the stupid mistake he made a few months ago— not confessing his love for you. he had so many chances to do it, to tell you that he fell hard for you and he can't stop thinking about you. but the day he finally decided to do it, he didn't expect to find you arm in arm with another guy, totally breaking his heart. he just couldn't take it anymore, seeing you with him every day and acting like it was fine, as if the looks and smiles you gave him didn't warm his heart and make him want to take your hand and run as far as he could. because george, he's deeply in love, and it's getting deeper every single day. it's so unfair— he was there first, he loved you first. the worst part is that you know how george feels, and you might even feel the same way. george loved you first, and he's going to make sure that you know that.

max verstappen ☆ still the one (ex lovers)

“you're all i think about baby, i was so stupid for letting you go, you still the one„

max tried to date other girls, multiple times. however, it never felt the same. how is he supposed to move on when he's consumed by thoughts of you 24/7? he can't even engage in meaningful conversations with his dates because his mind always drifts back to you. he spends countless nights trying to erase you from his thoughts, to convince himself that it's truly over. yet, deep down, a flicker of hope for your love still lingers. max thought about the endless nights he's spent replaying your conversations and wondering what went wrong. he's haunted by the way your smile lit up his world and the warmth of your hand in his. even though he's tried to move forward, the heartache is still here, reminding him that sometimes, love refuses to fade.

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requests open!

[captain-huggy-bear]

Matthew 'Mattie' MacKenzie 'Mac N Cheese with drunk reader

Big requests/full fic/big idea requests are closed at the moment but drabble and prompt requests are still open. Writing Masterlist Mattie's Character profile

He gets the call from your best friend at 11.30pm because you're all at that age now where you've hit your limit on drinking before it's even midnight. Your best friend clearly struggling with you on the other end of the line while she begs him to come get you because you're crying because you miss him, showing strangers pictures of the two of you. He was going to make his way there anyway, but when she mentions his baby pictures being shown around to strangers in the bar he's even quicker at getting his sneakers on and tossing a hoodie over his clothes.

You're not usually one for drinking much which makes your alcohol tolerance almost painfully low and so he really shouldn't be surprised that when he enters the bar, your usual haunt with your friends because of their finger foods, you're leaning against your best friend at your usual table, tear marks down your face as she tries to get you to drink water.

You're a mess, sad little pout on your face as you try to avoid the glass of water being shoved in your direction. The pout disappears though once you spot him, eyes lighting up, mouth twisting into a wide smile as you scramble towards him almost tripping over your feet.

"Mattie!" You're uncoordinated as you rush over to him, legs almost collapsing underneath you as you throw your arms around him.

"Hey, princess, you have a good night?" You're resting your cheek against his chest, fingers reaching up to tug at his chain as you gaze up at him with wide moony eyes. It's sweet, adorable actually, but he knows already you're in for a hell of a headache tomorrow.

"The best!"

His fingers find their way into your hair, stroking it as you lean against him. Your eyes flutter shut for a moment, before opening reluctantly, clearly already tired despite your energetic tone.

"Heard you missed me?" Your friend is looking at him from the table, shaking her head as she grabs her own things now he's here, clearly determined to go home rather than babysit you anymore. You don't notice, too far gone, as he waves goodbye with his free hand.

"So much, i'm soooo glad you're here, Mattie! I was showing Kevin your baby pictures!" You're so proud about it, like he'd want the old bartender who looked like he'd once belong to the mob, to have seen his baby pictures. Like he wanted anyone to see his baby pictures...curse his mum for sending you them in the first place.

"Oh...that's great, baby," You can't sense the sarcasm in his voice, taking him literally and smiling wider up at him, "You wanna go home?"

"No! Wanna stay here and eat wings!" You start to pull away from him like you know he'll carry you out if you don't come quietly, but you're pulling him with you towards the table. Like maybe if you can get him to sit he'll agree to stay for wings and a beer.

"Princess, if we go home we can cuddle?" You're usually a clingy drunk, but this time your stomach seems to be overriding your desire for affection as you tug him closer to the chairs. Kevin is giving him a look of sympathy as he's tugged by you. In truth you barely move him, he's 200 lbs, you simply can't unless he decides to move his feet.

"But wings!"

"I can ask Kevin to put some in a takeout box or something, but I really think we should go home, baby."

The look you give him is pouty and reluctant, like a child that's being told they have to go home from the park. It's adorable but also annoying at the same time. Mattie's tired, he's got practice early in the morning and a game tomorrow night, he should be in bed curled up with you, not convincing you to go home.

"And onion rings?" He huffs out a laugh as you narrow your eyes at him, negotiating the terms of your surrender as you wobble on the spot, body swaying left to right.

"And onion rings, sweetheart."

"Okay," You concede and he lets you drag him over to Kevin who, sympathetic to his plight, goes in the back to the kitchen to rustle up some wings and onion rings so Mattie can finally get you home.

It's a good thing he's not precious about food in his car because you don't wait to tuck into the food, munching on onion rings as you kick your feet in the footwell of the passenger seat. You're kind enough in your tipsy state to shove an onion ring in his mouth as he drives, a little forcefully to the point he nearly chokes .

By the time you're at the house, you're almost in a food coma, alcohol, food and the late hour having your head lulling against the headrest of the seat. He doesn't try to get you to walk to the house, just unbuckles you and scoops you up into his arms. Your head moves to the crook of his neck, arms wrapping around his neck, fingers grasping at his chain again like it's a security blanket.

"...thank you..." You whisper it so quiet he wouldn't have heard it if you weren't snuggled up next to his ear.

Mattie doesn't respond, doesn't feel the need to, just presses a kiss to your forehead and moves further into the house. At the end of the day he doesn't need you to thank him for taking care of you. He'd do whatever you asked, whatever you needed, so long as he had you.

[1methylmatcha]

Dear God — Lamine Yamal

elio’s note: this is heavily inspired by the song Dear God by Tate Mcrae! since i’m totally obsessed with this album of hers (yes until now lol), this is my first fic-oneshot on here, please enjoy!! 🫶🏻

(p.s. i don’t speak spanish, sorry if the translations are inaccurate! lyrics are in bold italics, and ik lamine has that bright blonde hair rn i just couldnt get myself to put it in the fanfic😭)

Mood’s Mini Playlist:

All I want - Kodaline

From the Dining Table - Harry Styles

WILDFLOWER - Billie Eilish

Dear God - Tate Mcrae

Yellow - Coldplay

goodnight n go - Ariana Grande

It’s all a haze, ever since that night happened.

The cries, the tears shed, the yelling.. and most of all, your insistence on leaving, the heavy heart through the insistence, the wet spots on the sleeves of your—his barça sweatshirt, your smudged and melted mascara tears running down your face like a young river eroding through land.

He hated seeing you like this, but still, it was not enough for him to be better for you, for the relationship. “I’m sorry,” He speaks, his jaw clenching as if letting it go might ruin it all, “Last time, I swear.” He swallowed, visibly, his adam’s apple bobbing, nervous.

Not because he doesn’t know if you’ll actually forgive him this time or not, you’ve already given him so many chances you both lost count of. But because he’s never seen you like this, it’s all new to him.

“No,” You took a deep shaky breath in, catching on a soft but sharp sniffle, “I’m done with you.” You add, choking on your own words, holding back a sob.

Silence.

“Qué?” He held his own breath, his eyes widened, expressive.

“Yes, I’m fucking done with you,” You spoke almost immediately, more sure this time after seeing the clear and obvious surprise on his face, fueling your anger more, “Surprising, right?” You laugh bitterly, gathering your stuff in your purse, to leave.

“Calm down and we’ll talk again later—“

“We’re done, Lamine.”

He blinks once, twice, as if he’s trying to click out of a dream.

“Y/n—“

“No.”

“You’re frustrated, I know—I–just listen.” He says, rushed as he tries to reach for your arm but you quickly snatch it away from his grip as you storm out of his house, he follows. He can’t help but rush behind you, he feels it now, deep, raw, ugly.

The withdraw.

It’s dark outside, several puddles have formed on the low edges of the pavement from the rain earlier, none of you noticed, too engulfed in your own feelings to notice anything. The street lampposts flickered a little as you rush by, he still follows.

“Let’s just talk, please.” He pleads. Again and again.

“Leave me alone, god damn it,” You stop and shove him back firmly, your emotions feeding your strength somehow, “We’re done, don’t text or call me.” You spit, voice trembling with finality, before storming off to your place. He stays there this time, too stunned to speak or move.

A few months pass, you’d think everything is alright after you both finally broke up, since it was your decision anyways.

But no, It’s hell, ugly, dreadful even.

He did exactly what you asked him to do, no texts, no calls, not even a staged bump-in on the street. Zero contact.

You’ve been forcing yourself to cope, your friends cheering and giving you head pats like a puppy ever since you told them you dumped him, you always had that poker face on. That face that screams “Fuck him!” shamelessly whenever his name comes up in any conversation or intentional gossip about him.

Shamelessly as if you don’t still cry over that night, or stare at your polaroid pictures together before you sleep every night, or even worse, wait for your phone screen to light up with his text, his name.

It’s 3:14 AM.

The sky’s clear as the pacific, occasional whistles from the midnight breeze and some grasshoppers’ chirps every now and then through your slightly ajar window. Your siamese cat’s hopped on and off your bed a few times, as if it’s checking on you, sensing your off energy, but you don’t even notice it.

You lay flat on your back on the bare mattress, no bedsheets, you wore some old, bleach-stained spaghetti strap top and shorts—his barcelona shorts, bright 19 printed on the right side. His number.

A few tops and shirts are inside out, carelessly thrown on the edge of the bed, hanging, other garments are also thrown scattered around the floor. Several mugs, some half-filled, some empty, placed on the nightstand with some painkiller tablets aside, pack almost empty, obviously abused judging by the clinging dark circles beneath your eyes.

It hurts, so much, like someone keeps twisting the knife over and over again. He’s literally everywhere in your mind, rent free, his voice is engraved in your internal soundtrack, it feels like sometimes you hear his voice louder than your own heartbeats and his haunted hands all over your body again, touching, caressing, grounding.

Your phone switches off, dead, you curse under your own breath and roll over to the ground now–since your bed is low anyways, reaching for the charger near the edge of your faded persian pattern carpet, plugging your phone. You sit still next to it, both legs folded underneath you.

“Hands on your chest and your knees on the carpet. Hoping he’ll stop it.”

You realize that even when he was driving you nuts, ignoring texts, forgetting the planned dates, not posting you, never even doing the bare minimum, you still wanted him more than anything in the whole world, he was the antidote to your poisoned life. You feel like praying, even when it’s been years since you’ve done anything like it, just anything to ease the pain, the memories, Him.

“Dear God, take his kiss right out of my brain

Take the pleasure out of my pain

Take the way he'd used to say I love you

Dear God, get his imprint out of my bed

Take amazing out of our sex

Take away the way I still might want to”

Your cat walks softly next to you, almost startling you, checking on you again before you lose your own sanity, purring rhythmically as it hops on your lap then stretches her lean body against your chest, facing you now, like she’s grounding you.

“I’m okay, Milky.” You whisper to it, with tears welling up in your eyes, as if the poor cat can understand human words. The cat blinks a few times before settling in your lap, curling around itself, its soft fur pooling warmth on your lap now, you pat its head gently.

“Dear God, I hope you're listening

I pray it ain't him I'm missing.”

You breathe in and out a few times now, and when you least expect it, it comes right to you. Your phone screen shines bright in the corner you left it in, charging.

You blink a few times, skeptical. You swallow the lump in your throat and you swear you can feel it travel right to your gut, growing bigger. Is that him? Or is that just a random notification as usual?

You lean forward, careful not to wake up your feline therapy buddy on your lap from its precious nap, reaching for your phone. Your heart skips a beat as you read the fresh notifications.

Lamine 3:47 AM.

“i can’t sleep”

“are u okay?”

You 3:52 AM.

“yeah”

“why”

Lamine 3:52 AM.

“can i come”

“porfa”

You 3:55 AM.

“lamine we’ve been over this please”

Just as your finger hits send, a sudden but soft click on your glass window, your head bolts to the right—towards your window.

Then another click

Then another

Then another

You watch in pure shock, some pebbles being tossed at your window at almost 4 AM, standing up gently not to wake up Milky, walking slowly to the window next to your bed, opening it a bit more than before, just not fully open yet.

“Mi corazón.” He immediately spoke, gently, as he looks up to your window observing your disoriented gaze and messy form. My heart.

“Lamine, what the hell?” You spoke faintly, voice breaking at the end. You can’t lie to yourself but you’ve been dying to see him, even if it’s against everything you’ve built for these past few months. You slightly let yourself stare at him, it eases the ache in your chest, your heart beats a little harder at his sight.

Crazy, just a few minutes ago you’ve been calling for every high power above to make the pain stop, just for the right medicine to be right there, warm brown skin like caramel dusted in bronze, dark set of sharp eyes, dark chocolate curly hair… now has golden highlighted strands, reflecting the faint lamppost light.

He stays silent for a little bit, analyzing you, his jaw clenches like he’s been so sure you’re in this state but been telling himself no.

“Definitely not okay.” He spoke, softly, still looking up at you.

“It doesn’t matter, please leave.” You fix the strap falling down your shoulder, still holding on to whatever’s left from your morals.

“There’s no ego in this, none of your friends will know,” he replies, his face slightly pleading now, “Not even Milky.” His pupils dilate but he doesn’t smile at his own words, not like he usually does. “Come down, porfa.” Please.

You stand there awkwardly, weighing your options, then look down at your clothes.

“Oh c’mon—I’ve literally seen you naked.” He frowns as he notices your gaze shifting to your messy outfit. And he’s just talking about the bleach stained top, not his shorts you’re wearing, hidden by the high frame of your window, that still had a lingering faint scent of his sandalwood cologne.

He waits on the pavement for you to come down, his foot taps on the pavement in anticipation, till you appear in front of him, wrapping your short robe around your frame.

“What do you want?” You spoke immediately, putting up your guards, shielding what’s left from your dignity.

“You don’t look okay.” He steps forward towards you.

“None of your business.” You step back.

“Y/n,” he spoke softer now,

“How did you spawn immediately outside my house?” You interrupt him, “Were you stalking me?” You breathe out audibly.

“Y/n, listen,” he replied, now interrupting you back.

“What?” You cross your arms.

“I’m not here to tell you the old excuses I used to tell you,” he speaks firmly, “I miss you so much it hurts, but I’m also not saying this to win you back or anything from that act,” he shifts his weight to his other leg, stimming and fidgeting with his hands, “I know you made up your mind about me long ago, but I just can’t handle the no contact anymore, I’ve been talking to you in my diary like it’s a ritual,” he takes a step forward towards you again, testing the waters, but you don’t step back this time, a small but warm smile creeps up on his face, “Can we start over?”

“Let’s start off as friends again, I promise you I won’t act like I’m expecting or pressuring anything more than what you give me,” he scratches the imaginary itch at the back of his head, “And I also promise to act like I don’t know that your favorite flowers are carnations and your favorite brunch is a cream cheese bagel and a dirty matcha.”

You smirk a little, unable to keep it down, but he bursts into his contagious boyish laugh and slowly reaches out for your hand, softly grasping onto it like it’s made out of glass.

“I’m sure friends don’t hold hands like that.” you cockily say.

“I’m also sure friends don’t wear each others clothes to sleep.” He shoots back, mocking you with the same impression, his eyes pointed at the subtle blue of your—his blaugrana shorts, peeking from underneath your robe.

“Coño.” You jerk your hand back from his grasp, and walk back to your front door. Cunt.

“Goodnight to you too, mi alma.” My soul.

[angels-silhouette]

Ten Years Gone

3. Invited In

Warnings: Emotional distress Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I didn't proofread this thoroughly, if there's any discrepancies that's my bad.

The driveway was almost snowed over after Novena had shoveled that morning, but wasn’t too deep to stop Dean from pulling in closer to the house. The visibility was only getting worse and it was a miracle that they’d made it back safely. It still baffles her that only living ten minutes inland can affect how much snow her area gets.

“Dean, please stay for tonight. I’d hate for you to get into an accident…”

“I’ll be fine. Driving in a bit of bad weather is nothin’ new to me. I’ll stay until you get inside.”

Such a typical man answer. Rolling her eyes and pressing her lips together in frustration at his comment.

 Huffing out a deep exaggerated breath she says, “That’s unacceptable. You’re coming with me.” 

“Are you detaining me…” Dean lets out a small giggle.

Then he realizes that she’s actually serious, he raises his eyebrows in curiosity. She had a worried look on her face, and it makes him wonder if it’s just for his safety or if there’s something bad hidden beneath those eyes of hers. “Fine, fine. First thing in the morning, I’m outta here.”

Novena nods her head in approval. Dean shuts off the ignition and the pair get out of the car and walk across the driveway to get to the porch stairs. The porch light flickers on once they’re close enough. 

Must be motion-sensored, Dean thinks to himself.

He didn’t see her pull out her keys to unlock her door, she just walked right in.

Weird, who doesn’t lock their doors? 

When entering the house there’s a sign hung up on the stair banister in front of them that states, “No Shoes Beyond This Point!” Dean is self conscious only because he didn’t have time to shower this morning, and he’s been wearing shoes all day.

The house smelled of lavender and cedarwood. There were things everywhere but not in a hoarding type of way. Everything seemed to have a purpose. To the right of the staircase was the living room, an old box tv sat atop a refurbished entertainment center. She motioned for him to walk down the hall and follow her to the back of the house. Pictures littered the walls in the hallway, some of nature and some of her family. 

Then there was the kitchen. It felt like home to Dean.

There were no overhead lights in the ceiling, only smaller lamps everywhere. Again, pictures were covering the walls, cookbooks and coffee mugs sat in built-in cabinets that are on either side of the small circular dining table—with a big window that leads out to the backyard above the table. Plants hanging in front of the window that’s above the sink. A baby pink vintage fridge reminded Dean of the one his parents used to have in Florence, only theirs was light green. And it smelt of homemade bread.

“You want any water? Food?” She asked.

Cinnamon rolls.

“Could I have one of these?” Dean was already taking the lid off of the glass cake stand before Novena had the chance to say anything.

“Mmm, these’re good. You make ‘em yourself?”

A huge grin spread across her face, “I did. Family recipe.” She slid a glass of water to him anyway. 

“Damn. I’d die for these rolls…”

That’s when he heard a thunderous bark come from the other side of the kitchen. A huge, midnight black pitbull was lurking in the shadows, glowing gold eyes shining brightly in the dimly lit room. It made Dean jump for a second time, quickly moving off of the stool he sat himself on. Instinctively reaching for his gun. He almost choked on his cinnamon roll. Trying to cough out the small piece of bread that went down the wrong pipe.

“Sorry about that. Ghost can be very quiet when he wants to be. Come here Ghosty, say hi.”

The dog is cautious, as he should be. Dean was a stranger after all. Ghost slowly lurked towards them, every muscle becoming visible in the more illuminated area of the kitchen, and sniffed Dean’s hand when he extended it out towards him.

Ghost stared intently at Dean, as if trying to determine if he’s worth trusting. If he’s worth being in his owner's home. It almost felt like an interview? The nervous eye contact, heart rate increasing, if Ghost had opposable thumbs, they’d be shaking hands right now. Dean had hoped he wouldn’t smell all of the old blood that remained embedded in his leather jacket and his boots, or sense that he had killed countlessly–or that he had lost part of himself in Hell and in Purgatory…

After what felt like hours, Ghost gently licked Dean's fingers that were lingering in the air and rubbed his head against his palm afterward. Patting his head and taking a big sigh of relief, Dean relaxed back onto the stool, and was met with the sweet, intoxicating laugh from the woman who is too trusting of him. 

Like mother like son, he couldn’t help but to think.

“I’m surprised he likes you. He usually hates men.” 

“Well, that’s good to know after the fact. Thanks for the heads up…” Rolling his eyes not so playfully this time.

Novena saunters over to him, stands between his spread out legs, and places both of her hands on his face, whispering, “I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, scaredy cat.” Gives him a wink and boops his nose. He is so whipped already, his mouth agape and eyes pining into hers. The trance she causes him to go into is irresistible.

“Um–uh, you should really lock your doors. Noticed it when we walked in.” He places his hands at the small of her back, inching her closer to him.

“Attentive now, are we?” Still maintaining that breathy tone.

“Yes, ma’am. Wanna know you’re safe.” What the actual hell? Why did he feel the need to say what he was truly thinking?

Novena was so close. Her long hair that smelled like coconut was tickling Dean’s thighs. He was looking up at her, head inclined to keep his eyes on hers and not her bust…

“Trust me, it’s safe in this town. More so in this house–”

“If it’s so safe, tell me why your ex ruined your car? Sounds dangerous to me.”

Her demeanor changed instantly. Defensively backing away from him, she crossed her arms and looked down towards the ground. Eyes starting to water, cheeks turning pink with anger, voice quivering, “I think it’s best that I get to bed. If it clears up tomorrow, I need to leave early for work.” 

“I, I’m sorry Nov–”

“It’s fine, let me show you to the guest room.”

—

Novena had shown him upstairs to the room he was to stay in, was provided a towel, travel sized toiletries, and pajamas. Dean watched her walk with her arms wrapped around her, as if she was comforting herself, down the hall until she turned the corner to get to her room.

He felt like shit even after his shower. There must be more to the story if she got this upset over a simple comment. The self guilt that radiated from her was worrisome–like Novena should’ve known Vince was going to act that way. Almost as if she couldn’t predict it. How would she be able to? But why did it seem that way? And what makes her think this house is ultimately safer, especially with the doors unlocked?

Dean padded across the hall towards the room, dried off, and put on the clothes he was given. They fit well. He couldn’t help but to wonder if these were her dad’s or her ex’s pajamas. Hopefully the former. Is that even appropriate to hope for since he’s dead? Dean guessed it was the better option, he didn’t know either of them but he already wants to kick the ex’s ass. Novena was better off without any of his possessions around.

Laying down on the bed was like laying down on a woman’s breast. Soft but firm, warm, and heavenly. The only thing missing was listening to a heartbeat lulling him to sleep. Instead, thoughts of Purgatory plagued his thoughts. The sleepless nights, killing over and over again, looking for Cass, almost getting killed hundreds of times whenever he had tried to get rest. It’s safe to say that it’s a long night riddled with insomnia. 

Two hours had passed before Dean knew it. The hum of the radiator in the corner of the room was somewhat soothing. Every so often the house would creek, causing him to be on high alert. Worried that someone, or something was roaming the halls. At times he thought he heard whimpering coming from the other side of the house, which Dean dismissed–phantom noises like that happen more often than you think working in this business. Especially when you protect more people than you can count. Although, it could be Ghost or Novena. He was conflicted on if he wanted to check on her, since he had upset her. At times it wouldn’t be surprising if Dean was losing his sanity by worrying so much. She’d be fine. He would make it up to her in the morning.

Dean was finally drifting in and out of conscientiousness–focusing on the radiator was the trick to ease his brain into submission. 

Then he heard her blood-curdling scream. 

He wasn’t exactly sure where her room was but he was running in the direction she had gone earlier. Looking behind every door until he found her. Ghost was whimpering somewhere at her bedside when he flung open the door. Flicking on the lightswitch Dean saw that Novena was thrashing in her bed. Grasping at her throat. Tears running down her face. Moving swiftly towards her, Dean sat beside her and held her down while whispering her name, and to wake up. That nothing bad was happening. That she was safe. 

The sadness that her sobs entailed was heartbreaking. What happened to this woman to provoke these night terrors? She still wasn’t waking up but she had calmed down slightly. Calling out for both of her parents. The weak “mommy’s” and “daddy’s” escaping her raw throat made Dean tear up. Her inner child called out for her guardians that she had to mourn; he knew how that felt. And all he could do was hold her close to him, murmuring that he was right there whenever she woke up.

—

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Chapter 27 - Kids in America

IN THIS CHAPTER: Independence Day, fun fair shenanigans, and Chrissy gives everyone a fright [5.3k]

WARNINGS: explicit eating disorders, parental abuse and unhealthy food related behaviours (specifically mentioned but not described: binging, purging and starving oneself) [if you've seen st4, you know what this is about], friends trying to help a friend with said eating disorder but they're not therapists so keep in mind that everyone is just trying their best, brief discussions of grief/mourning and PTSD

A/N: happy late valentine's day, pookies! hope you enjoy your present <3 someone asked me to be added to the taglist and i can't find who it was, let me know if it was you! (if it wasn't you and you still wanna be added, also let me know lol)

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Bright lights, the music gets faster Look, boy, don’t check your watch, not another glance

Friday, July 4th - 1986

Dottie’s first Independence Day in the sleepy little town of Hawkins, Indiana was a very interesting experience. As someone who had never had a backyard until very recently, she was delighted to see that the holiday provided her neighbors with a chance to throw garden parties for their extended families, their heads popping up over the fence to say hello to her and her Dad who had willingly chained himself to the little grill he had splurged on when they first moved into their new house.

The decadent smell of meat and veggies sizzling on the grill, the sounds of children laughing and running around playing with sparklers, glasses of lemonade and cans of beer being passed around to be shared with loved ones -  it was, all in all, the perfect picture of the so-called American Dream, and Dottie was enjoying the festivities thoroughly, only a tiny bit sour at the fact that her Dad would be leaving for Florida for almost two weeks the following Monday.

It wasn’t the fact that he was leaving what was upsetting her, more so that she couldn’t join him because she’d made a commitment to cover Donny’s (now postpartum) sister’s shifts until she left for college, and she tried to never make promises she couldn’t keep. Sticking by her own personal code of honor meant that James would be spending the first half of his trip in stuffy conference rooms and the second half resting by his parents’ pool while Dottie stayed back in Hawkins and served countless freshly baked pizzas to increasingly impatient customers.

The joys of adulthood, she thought grimly, before deciding it could always be worse. She could be Gareth, who was currently stuck bagging groceries while everyone else was enjoying their hard-earned day off.

“I think you may have overdone it, Dad,” Dottie said, noticing the amount of food sizzling on the grill.

“I didn’t want you to go hungry while I’m gone,” James joked.

“You say that like we both don’t know you’re gonna eat all the leftovers by Monday.”

“Are you calling me fat?” he said, inflating his belly and rubbing it dramatically; she fondly rolled her eyes at him. “Actually, I was just thinking - maybe we could invite the Munsons next year. I’m sure Wayne knows a thing or two about grilling, right?”

“Yeah, that- that’d be nice,” she said, feeling sheepish. “I’m sure they’d appreciate the invite.”

On Monday afternoon, Eddie had brought up an interesting point. They’d been cuddling on the pillow-filled seat under Dottie’s bedroom window watching the rain drip down the glass when he announced that their first monthiversary was due the following day. His theory, as he relayed it to her in a theatrical fashion that was so endearingly Eddie, was that since they’d confessed their feelings to one another after the party fiasco, the first time they’d said I love you to one another had been after midnight, and thus, on June 1st.

Dottie had initially been surprised he was so into the idea of celebrating their first month together and after a bit of prodding, she’d gotten the truth out of him: Eddie had never thought he’d be in any kind of relationship long enough to even reach a monthiversary. And so, after dropping their very suspicious friends off with the excuse of getting home before the oncoming storm hit them, the pair headed towards their spot at Lovers’ Lake where Dottie gifted Eddie a homemade mini cake - triple chocolate, much to his delight. They’d shared an ungodly amount of sugary kisses on the back of his van and, on the ride back home, Dottie decided that she’d tell her Dad about Eddie being her boyfriend once he returned from Florida.

There was no need to tell him earlier, she reasoned, just in case he wouldn’t let Eddie stay over anymore while he was out of the house. James wasn’t a horribly strict father but if she could save herself from any uncomfortable conversations involving her still very new sex life, she would take any chance she could get.

“You going to the fair tonight? Heard it’s gonna be packed,” James asked, jostling her out of her thoughts.

“Yeah, Donny’s picking me up later. I’m kinda iffy on it, though.”

“Yeah? Why?”

“Gareth said people complained that last year’s fun house was for babies so they got a spookier one this year and I’m not really into that.”

“It’s a fun house, not a haunted house. How bad can it be?”

“It’s circus themed.”

“And?”

“You know I hate the circus!” Dottie argued.

“You aren’t scared of the circus though, you just hate watching the animals,” he reasoned.

“Well, yeah,” she said, angrily. “I’ve seen Dumbo, I know what they do to them when people aren’t looking.”

James let out a snort and went back to his grilling, thinking of the little Dorothy who begged to watch the “flying elephant movie” only to then become the world’s biggest circus hater. Later that night, waving at her as she got into Donny’s car - and noticing she was wearing an old roomy red romper Margaret had worn during the early days of her pregnancy with the same child who was now donning the outfit -  he had never been more aware that his baby girl had fully blossomed into an independent young woman.

He knew that if it were up to him, she would never have to leave the nest. If he had his way, they’d continue with their comfortable daily routines until the end of time; she’d always come to him first for advice or a hug, and he’d always be the doting father whose entire world revolved around the life he had helped create. But James wasn’t stupid, and he also wasn’t mean enough to clip her wings for his own comfort’s sake.

They’d never spent more than a couple of days away from each other in Dottie’s entire life. Maybe this upcoming trip would be a blessing in disguise. Maybe they’d both learn something about themselves by the end of it. As Donny’s car pulled away from the driveway and Dottie leaned over her friend to wave goodbye through the rolled down window, a father could only hope that he had prepared his baby for whatever the future threw her way. And, if everything else failed, they both knew he would always be there with his arms open to catch her when she fell.

“Okay, where to next?”

“Can we sit down for a minute? I think I’m gonna throw up.”

“Oh my god, you’re such a baby!”

Eddie Munson’s stomach was fine. It was always fine, because he was 1) a teenager who loved shovelling junk food into his mouth like there was no tomorrow, and 2) he practically had no gag reflex as discovered one very enlightening night at The Hideout, but his friends didn’t need to know that. No, all his friends needed to know was that he felt sick and they could hop onto the next ride while he hung back with Dottie, who was already rubbing his back like a dutiful nurse ready to tend to her patient. Once they were gone, he figured he could reveal the truth to his girlfriend and they could sneak some kisses behind the darts booth. Easy peasy, like his Grandma used to say. Or not.

“We could go sit down near the stage,” Jeff suggested, his usual heart of gold shining through. “There’s supposed to be a show soon, maybe it’ll be good.”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” Donny said. “My mom went to get her nails done yesterday and overheard the Mayor’s wife say they’re doing a tribute for the people who died last year.”

“What happened last year?” Dottie asked, curiously.

“The mall fire I told you about,” Eddie said. “The one Dustin, Erica and Mike were in, that happened today last year.”

“Ah, yeah, I forgot about that,” she nodded, deep in thought before mumbling to herself. “Kinda get it now.”

“Get what now?”

“Mike,” she simply said, and Gareth motioned for her to explain further. “I talked to Nancy earlier this week, she mentioned Mike is being like… super weird lately. He was supposed to be in Cali by now but the only plane ticket they could get was for this weekend so he’s locked himself in the basement for days. Their mom is getting worried.”

“You think he’s having a hard time because of the mall fire?” Donny asked, crossing his arms on this chest.

“Maybe. Who knows what they saw in there? He could be thinking about that because it’s the anniversary.”

“That happens to soldiers sometimes, y’know? They relive things,” Jeff said. “My Dad told me he knew this guy who would start crying whenever his wife made popcorn. That the sound reminded him of guns going off.”

“Well, that isn’t a depressing thought at all,” Gareth said sarcastically, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Why do you think I’m such a pacifist?” Jeff said, grim smile on his face.

“Dustin’s coming back this weekend, right?” Eddie asked the group at large; Dottie nodded in response. “Maybe we should go hang out with him so he doesn’t turn into a hermit like Wheeler. We could play a one-shot or something.”

“I’m in,” Donny said. “I’ll give him a call when he gets back, see if he’s feeling up to it.”

“If we’re not gonna see the show, d’you guys wanna get on the Paratrooper?” Gareth asked.

“Why don’t you go check out the fun house while Dot and I go get some food?” Eddie said. “Still kinda want to sit down for a sec.”

“Meet us by the picnic tables after?” she proposed to the group.

With arrangements in place, the boys quickly got lost into the crowds as they hurried to get in line for the fun house. Eddie put his arm around Dottie and started guiding her towards the other end of the fair where the food stands had been placed this year, cozying up to her without a care in the world as to whether people saw them or not.

“You didn’t actually feel sick at all, did you?” Dottie asked with a mischievous smile on her face.

“Well…,” he grinned, knowing he had immediately been caught. “Would you be mad at me if I told you I lied ‘cause I wanted to make out with you?”

“Hmm, good question. I guess it depends.”

“On?”

“Are we still getting food or not?”

“Pfft,” he scoffed, wrapping both arms around her and squeezing tightly. “Of course we’re gonna get food. What kind of boyfriend do you think I am, huh?”

“Stop it, Ed!” she laughed, thrashing around and trying to escape.

“Accusing me of letting my girl go hungry like I’m some kind of asshole, you’re gonna pay for that,” he argued playfully while still dragging her towards the food carts.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she begged. “I won’t do it again, I promise!”

“Okay, okay, I’ll let you go,” he said, finally getting into the queue leading to the hot dog stand. “But only if you pay your fine first, you fiend.”

“You’re so corny,” she said fondly before grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss. “I’ll go find somewhere to sit before the guys get here. Can you get me-”

“Fries with ketchup on the side? You got it, princess,” he said knowingly, kissing her again before she disappeared behind the booth. “Don’t go too far!”

Dottie walked around the picnic area in search of an empty table but found them all to be overcrowded, as if everyone had chosen that exact moment to grab a bite before the show started. From the lawn where they’d set up the tables, you could see the stage they’d built just for the occasion and, off to the side, the Hawkins High School marching band, patiently waiting with their instruments in hand to start entertaining the growing crowd.

Absent-mindedly, she watched them get into position while wondering just how many people in the cozy small town she’d grown to love had spent the last year in mourning without her paying any mind to it. She thought of Mike, Dustin, and Erica, far too young to have witnessed tragedy. What had happened to them? What things were they still seeing behind their eyelids every time they went to sleep? Was that why Mike had been holed up in his basement all week instead of hanging out with them? Did the fireworks waiting to be set off behind the stage remind him of the gates of Hell opening up as the flames consumed the building he and his friends barely escaped from?

Dottie shivered at the image and quickly turned around as music started playing in the distance. She fully intended on going straight back to Eddie and finding a nice patch of grass to sit on and indulge in their shared food but the sight of someone standing in the darkness between two booths made her stop abruptly. Narrowing her eyes to see better, she realized she recognized that strawberry blonde hair swaying in the warm breeze and began walking towards the secluded area.

“Chrissy?” Dottie called, trying to catch her attention to no avail. “Chrissy, is that you?”

Weaving through groups of people heading towards the stage to catch the show, she approached her friend in a rush, happy to see her after almost a full month of zero contact yet concerned because of her strange behavior. Dottie called her name again once she reached the stands but Chrissy never turned around. She just stood there, unresponsive, her back to the crowd as she faced the edge of the clearing leading to the woods.

“Chris? It-it’s me, Dorothy. You remember me?” Dottie said, a little bit spooked.

She lifted her hand, confused as to why Chrissy was not even acknowledging her presence when she’d always been so kind to her before. Slowly so as not to startle her, her fingertips brushed Chrissy’s bare shoulder while she called her name one more time; upon contact, the blonde’s head was immediately thrown back as her body became lax, falling in slow motion before she passed out right into Dottie. Acting on reflex, she managed to wrap her arms around her friend but could not stop the fall in time, both of them careening onto the floor and hitting the grass with a heavy thud.

“Oh god, are you okay?” Dottie said, still holding the blonde close while feeling for a pulse.

“Dottie?” Chrissy said, mouth dry. She felt damp in her own clothes, like she’d ran a marathon and only now noticed the cold sweat on her skin. “What- what happened? I don’t remember-”

“You passed out on me,” she replied, lifting herself up onto her elbows. “Are you okay? Do you need water? I’m gonna go get you water.”

“Wait, don’t go!” Chrissy grabbed her arm to stop her movements. “Please, don’t leave me alone, what if I pass out again?”

“Okay, yeah, you’re right. I’m- I’ll stay,” she nodded. “Um, lay- lay down and lift your legs. Here, against the wall like this.”

Chrissy nodded and lifted her pink sneakers to rest her feet against the warm metal booth wall without letting her friend’s hand go. Her skin was clammy and pale, her heart rate erratic and the circles under her eyes even darker in the shadows that surrounded them. Dottie sat behind her, cushioning her head with her thighs and rubbing calming circles with her thumb on her friend’s shoulder. Slowly, Chrissy’s breathing returned to normal as they stayed there, listening to the band playing in the distance and waiting until danger was seemingly out of sight.

“Are you feeling any better now?” Dottie asked, softly.

“Yeah, thank you,” she smiled, but her eyes remained fearful. “This… this is going to sound insane but - I think I was hallucinating before I passed out.”

“Have you eaten anything lately? Maybe your blood sugar is low.”

“Yeah, I had some fruit earlier. And a smoothie,” Chrissy said.

“When was that?”

“Um, breakfast, I guess? I gained some weight during the holidays so I’m on a diet. I’m so hungry,” she chuckled before she realized what she’d just said. “But I’m okay, seriously, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Don’t worry about you? You need more food than that, you can’t eat just an apple and call it a day!” Dottie said in disbelief. “Come on, I’m getting a soda in you right now.”

“No, please, I swear I’m okay!” she pleaded, suddenly agitated. “I’ll have some soup when I get home, I promise.”

“You just passed out standing here, it’s a miracle I even saw you in the dark! You need food now, Chris, not when you get home in a few hours.”

“Please, Dot. You don’t understand, my Mom will kill me if she sees me eating anything from here.”

“She doesn’t have to find out,” Dottie said, helping her into a sitting position. “We can hide in Eddie’s van, I’m sure he won’t mind.”

“Oh, no, am I ruining your date night? I’m so sorry, I’ll just go-”

“You’re not ruining anything, we came as a group. It’s not a date,” she reassured her. “And even if it was, I can’t let you go like this! You’d be worried if it was me, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course, but-”

“No buts. Just let me help you out like you’d do for me. If anyone asks where you went, just tell them I was the one feeling sick and you took care of me for a bit. Nobody needs to know. Not your Mom, not Jason-”

“Oh, god, Jason,” Chrissy groaned, throwing an arm on her eyes. “I forgot about him!”

“What, he’s here?” Dottie said, craning her neck to see if he could spot him nearby.

“No, no, it’s… ugh. I’ve been avoiding him all week. I saw him with his friends by the teacups - that’s why I was here when I passed out, I was hiding from him. I must have gotten winded from running away or something and, you know…,” she gestured vaguely.

“Why are you avoiding him? Did he hurt you?”

“No, actually I hurt him.”

“What?”

“I broke up with him,” Chrissy explained in a tone that could only be interpreted as annoyed. “I just have too much going on right now. I have no time to see him with all the training I’m supposed to do before the preseason starts. And, well, he didn’t take it well. Like, at all.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Dottie snorted. “He’s trying to win you back?”

“No, he, like, refuses to accept that I broke up with him. Says it doesn’t count because I didn’t say it to his face.”

“Oh my god, you broke up with him over the phone? Chrissy, you dog!”

“I know, shut up!” they laughed together. “I know it was mean, I just didn’t want to see him cry, okay?”

“He cried?!” Dottie cackled loudly as if they were having a sleepover in her bedroom and not sitting in the dark between two food stalls. “I’d say I’m sorry but you don’t look too sad.”

“I’m not,” she said truthfully. “I mean… I don’t know, he isn’t a bad boyfriend. He loves me and he really tries but I just can’t deal with my Mom, him, getting ready for college, everything at the same time. It’s too much right now. And I keep having these horrible nightmares that just feel so real. I just needed a break, that’s all. It’s not his fault.”

“Well… maybe avoiding him is not doing you any good either,” the brunette reasoned. “It’s definitely stressing you out if you have to actively hide from him. I’m sure if you told him everything that’s going on in your life, he’d understand.”

“He’s going to think I’m losing my mind.”

“Welcome to the club, sweet cheeks,” Dottie palmed her face sarcastically, making her snort. “Look, it doesn’t have to be now, okay? Just think about it for a while and do what your heart tells you to do. Preferably after we get some food in you, please.”

“You’re so pushy sometimes,” Chrissy said kindly.

“I know,” she grinned in return. “Come on, let’s find Eddie and borrow his keys.”

Upon standing up, Chrissy’s legs didn’t even get the chance to wobble before Dottie was throwing an arm around her waist to help support her weight. Feeling equal parts thankful and embarrassed, she let herself be carried through the picnic area as they both scanned the crowd for the tall metalhead that had orchestrated the beginnings of their friendship. They found him standing on his tiptoes trying to spot a familiar face, hands and cargo short pockets full of goodies to share with friends.

“Hey, Chris!” Eddie said when they got near him. “When did you get back from up North?”

“Hi, Eddie! Uh, last weekend,” she said. “Sorry I haven’t called, I’ve just been so busy training and everything.”

“Ed, can we get your keys?” Dottie asked. “Chrissy isn’t feeling well and there are no free tables here where she can sit.”

“Yeah, sure. They’re in my back pocket,” he turned around and popped his butt out so Dottie could grab them for him. “You okay?”

“I’m better now, thank you,” the blonde said. “I passed out and Dot caught me, thank God she was there.”

“You passed out? I can go get you water if you want,” he offered, following the girls towards the parking area.

“I think she needs some sugar,” Dottie said. “Did you get any sodas?”

“Yeah, in my pockets,” he jiggled his foot a bit in the air to demonstrate how full they were. “I didn’t have enough hands for everything.”

“Sorry I abandoned you back there.”

“It’s okay, Chrissy needed you more.”

Once the trio was safely tucked in the back of the van, Chrissy filled Eddie in about what was going on in her life and, as expected, he reacted similarly to his girlfriend when it was revealed that Jason had indeed cried over the phone while getting dumped. He was much less insistent on her talking to her now ex-boyfriend to sort out their issues, but he still remained fairly supportive of her choices as he had always been.

Dottie picked at the basket of fries as Chrissy and Eddie talked, carefully paying attention to her friend’s eating habits. She had initially accepted the cold can of Coke Eddie had offered and taken a promising sip from it, but after that it remained untouched, condensation forming a ring on the floor of the van. Chrissy ate a total of two fries with no ketchup, and only took a tiny bite out of Eddie’s jumbo pretzel when he said that salt would help her blood pressure go up after passing out. Dottie knew this was likely much deeper than just this new diet her Mom had put her in and wasn’t really sure how to approach the situation gently. There was no need to, however, not when Eddie was three steps ahead and not willing to take no for an answer.

“You don’t like ketchup?” he asked her, shoving a fry into his mouth.

“No, I do, it’s just… I’m not feeling well,” Chrissy lied, rubbing her stomach. “I’m still a little dizzy.”

“You should drink more, the sugar will help,” he pushed, but not unkindly. “I can get you a different one if you don’t like Coke.”

“Sorry, I… I know I’m being weird,” she said, embarrassed.

“Chris, no one here is going to judge you for eating junk food. It’s a fair, it’s what you’re supposed to do at these places,” he patted her knee. “You can do whatever you want.”

“It’s not that simple, Ed. My Mom will literally kill me if she finds out.”

“You’re 18. You’re moving to Ohio in a few weeks. Fuck what your Mom says, you’re practically skin and bones. Just eat the damn pretzel, please.”

“You don’t get it,” she muttered, eyes beginning to fill with tears she’d been hiding for a lifetime now. “My new uniform doesn’t fit. I- I know I gained weight during the holidays, but it wasn’t that much. She must have gotten the wrong size on purpose because it’s so small. I’ll never fit in it.”

“God, Chrissy,” Dottie said, leaning to pull her into a hug. “I’m so sorry, she shouldn’t have done that. Can you exchange it for a bigger one? You can use my address for the delivery so your Mom doesn��t find out.”

“I called them already, you can’t send it back because it’s made to order. I have to get a new one or alter it, and my Mom already said she’s not helping me.”

“I can alter it for you! We can call my aunt for advice, she’s a great seamstress. I’m sure she’ll know what to do, we’ll figure it out!”

“It’s so unfair,” Chrissy said, her jaw tight. “I’m working out for hours every day, I’m barely eating, and I’m still not losing enough weight for her. I’m just so… so angry all the time!”

“Good! Get angry!” Eddie said. “We’ve been friends for months and I haven’t seen you eat more than three bites at a time. You deserve more than this, sweetheart. It’s okay if you’re pissed off, we’re not judging.”

“You also deserve to be healthy,” Dottie said. “And sometimes, healthy means sharing a basket of fries with friends. Do you think you can do that today? For us?”

Ever since she’d come back from her trip, Chrissy felt like her life was rapidly spiralling out of control. No matter how much she tried to hide it, the years of starving, binging, and purging to be followed by constant verbal abuse within the walls of her own home were finally catching up to her. She’d spent the last week eating cabbage soup and drinking herbal teas and weight-loss smoothies and she was so tired.

She was tired of everything, of the expectations placed upon her, of the persistent burning in her throat, of having to lie to her boyfriend, to her friends, to her doctors, to her own father. But most importantly, she was tired of the ever-present pang of hunger at the base of her stomach, and about feeling guilty of both getting rid of it or forcing herself to sleep the pain away.

With more anger than she’d ever allowed herself to truly feel in her entire life, she leaned over the basket of fries to reach for Eddie’s jumbo pretzel. Her friends watched in awe as she ripped apart a big piece from it, dunked it in the little cheese sauce container next to it and shoved it in her mouth, letting out a happy moan at the taste of the first appetizing food she’d had in forever. Without missing a beat, she grabbed the Coke can from its place on Eddie’s van floor and hurriedly gulped half of it, a stray drop escaping the side of her lips and falling onto her waiting hand under her chin.

“Goddamn, Chris!” Eddie exclaimed, clapping wildly for her.

“That was awesome,” Dottie said, eyes shining with delight.

“It felt awesome,” Chrissy said, both proud and shy at the same time.

Two booming hits to the side of the van made them all jump in their spots, a familiar nasal voice loudly ringing from the outside before the back doors had even been opened.

“If you guys wanted to go make out somewhere, you could have - oh,” said Gareth, clearly stunned to see Chrissy inside. “Hi?”

Still holding the can of Coke mid air, she opened her mouth to say hello when a huge belch came gurgling from the depths of her throat. Gareth, Jeff, and Donny stood there, completely shocked as the blonde turned to look at the only other girl present, both of them instantly dissolving into a fit of giggles as soon as they locked eyes with one another. Dottie enveloped her again in a tight hug and Chrissy returned it, feeling more like herself than she could ever remember being.

“You three joining the party or what?” Eddie said, scooting to make room.

“We thought you guys had ditched us,” Jeff said, climbing in while holding another basket of fries, a big plastic cup of fresh lemonade and a corn dog with mustard on it.

“Sorry I stole them away,” Chrissy smiled at him. “I was feeling sick so they’ve been taking care of me.”

“You okay?” Donny asked, dropping a huge funnel cake with powdered sugar and a popcorn bag in the middle of the circle for everyone to grab.

“I feel much better, thank you.”

The boys quickly got into a dramatic retelling of the contents of the fun house, which according to Gareth was for babies but still miles better than last year’s. Dottie and Jeff were discussing what ride they wanted to get on next while Donny and Gareth were sharing bits of funnel cake, commenting on the pros and cons of the different rooms inside the fun house they’d just visited when Chrissy felt movement next to her.

“Hey,” Eddie said, voice low to keep the conversation to follow as private as he could.

“Hey.”

“You don’t have to deal with everything on your own, y’know?” he said, leaning to grab a few pieces of popcorn. “We’re here if you need us. I know we’re not, like, cool or popular or anything, but we take care of our own.”

“I know, Eddie. Thank you,” she said, pulling him into a hug that conveyed how much trust she had in him and how meaningful his words were to her.

“What are we hugging for?” Jeff asked, passing his half eaten corn dog to Dottie who took a bite with gusto.

“The power of friendship,” Eddie replied theatrically.

“Alright, I guess.”

“Y’all wanna hotbox the van in the name of friendship?” Gareth said, pulling a little metal case from his pocket.

“Yes, please, I haven’t smoked in forever,” Chrissy said, snacking on a long fry.

“Fuck yeah, man, let’s do it,” Donny said as he relaxed against the walls of the van.

“You wanna go to the Ferris Wheel while they smoke?” Dottie proposed to Jeff, the only other non-smoker in the group.

“Come on, we’re not kicking you guys out so we can hotbox the van,” Eddie said, stretching behind Chrissy to shove her shoulder lightly. “We’ll open the windows, we’re not animals.”

“We can still do the Ferris Wheel later though,” Jeff said. “Should be fun.”

“You guys wanna go to the photobooth later too?” Chrissy asked while Gareth tightly packed a joint.

“There’s a photobooth?” Dottie said, instantly down for the new plans. “Do you think all of us can fit in together?”

“Definitely not, but we should try anyway,” Donny laughed.

It had never been easy for Chrissy to rely on others, and it wasn’t going to be easy to start now, but for these friends, her first real friends, she was willing to try. Besides, Eddie was right. Just a few more weeks and she’d be in Ohio, away from her overbearing mother and starting a completely new life, meeting new teammates and attending classes that actually interested her for once. She could only hope that these friendships she was beginning to develop would accompany her until her last day in Hawkins, and possibly even beyond that.

Freedom was so close, the finish line in sight. She just had to keep moving forward, one step at a time and victory would be hers. It was a shame, really, that she didn’t know someone else was quickly gaining on her on the inside track.

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Okay but look at this 😭😫👏🏻❤️🥺🥹 it’s such husband behavior and I could see all the 141 guys doing this tbh. Maybe except Price (I feel like he’d go to the ends of the Earth to find one and would be successful. Even if it means driving 2+hrs to every Tesco trying to find the cake)

What? Stop it right now. This is too cute.

Just doing read more because it's a bit long to list them all. All are SFW and fluffy. 💙

Price for sure is going to every. single. store. He's going to find this cake one way or another; he won't come home until he's got it. He loses count of how many places he tries. He makes store managers call other stores to see if they have it in stock, watching them from the counter with narrowed eyes. When he tracks down the last one, which is another hour away, he asks the store to set it aside and pays them double when he arrives for their effort (and to apologize for slightly threatening them if they sold it to someone else). Traditions are important to him and he'll be damned if he misses a year. "I know it's almost midnight dear, but it's still technically your birthday. Never mind where I've been all day, not important."

Soap is making a masterpiece. Baking may not be his forte per se but man is artistic. His creation is a variation of all the different caterpillar cakes; selecting only the best qualities from each. And yes, he looked and studied them all. He has pictures of them all over the kitchen counter with notes on each about what he likes and doesn't like. Then he sketches out his own picture and uses it as a blueprint for his design, proudly naming it Craig.

"Clyde's eyes are terrifying, bonnie. But I didn't like how Chris didn't have feet...they have to have feet or then it's a snake. And Morris was boring, not enough stripes."

Gaz is in the kitchen for hours baking. He's bought everything he needs in bulk because he knows it's going to be a learning curve. He ends up with multiple failures, that he'll take to the team to devour, before finally getting it right. By the time he finishes, the kitchen is a disaster—every pan, bowl, plate, and pot (yes pot, he ran out of clean bowls) is dirty by the time he finishes. And flour? It's everywhere, his hair, clothes, the cat. "Stay out of the kitchen. Just sit here and enjoy this...I'll be back in a bit. If you see the cat just brush him off for me, yeah?"

Ghost enlists Soap to help him. It ends up with a bunch of arguing about how to do it. They fight over where to put the milk chocolate decorative pieces, the proper spacing of the eyes, the size of the feet and every other little imperfection Ghost can find. Soap eventually leaves telling Ghost to do it himself...before coming back thirty minutes later to help him finish. It's a bit lumpy and there are little slashes where it had been pulled apart and resealed with chocolate icing like glue from Ghost's attempts to get it perfect. "It's a bit beat up, sorry love. Tried to make it perfect for you, now it looks like he's been to war with all the scars."

Bonus:

Alex, poor soul, had no idea this kind of cake was even a thing at first. He assumed a caterpillar cake was just a sheet cake with the Very Hungry Caterpillar on it until you explained. Once he knows what it is, you get a caterpillar cake every year; he doesn't care that shipping costs three times as much as the cake itself. But this year the shipment runs late and he has to call in backup...which involves Gaz going to the shops to sweet talk the little old lady bakers for their recipe while Alex frantically takes notes. He only has a few hours to get it together and while he does his best...it's the thought that counts right? At least it tastes like it's supposed to.

"I know it's not Colin but if you squint hard enough it's vaguely a caterpillar....really squint, maybe cover one eye, and stand back a few feet. I promise your real one is on its way, just had a bit of delay."

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How does he cope with his pregnant wife? ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

Jinpachi Ego x fem!reader

The small electronic clock on the glass table showed half past one in the morning, and you still weren't asleep, nervously tapping your sharp nails on the smooth surface.

Ever since Ego started this madness with the Blue Lock project, your life had turned upside down. Not that he was a perfect family man before, but now you hardly saw each other at all. Jinpachi left at dawn and returned when it was already past midnight, and sometimes he even neglected rest, staying overnight in his office due to fatigue and excessive workload.

Minutes dragged on. They say that time slips through your fingers like sand, but for you, it was a thick, sticky mass that could fill the void in your chest if it weren't for the raging hormones from your pregnancy.

You were angry. No, not just angry. You were furious at such irresponsibility, and by the time the lock clicked in the front door, your overflowing patience had cracked.

"You should be in bed sleeping," Ego lazily pulled off his dusty shoes, glancing at his watch. "Did you see the time?"

"And did you see? You promised to be back by eight, and it’s almost three!"

"Don't exaggerate."

Damn that idiot.

In the third trimester, just moving around the house was a challenge, and getting up from the couch felt nearly impossible. But driven by the growing indignation in your chest, you awkwardly moved towards him, picturing in your mind how your slender fingers would wrap around the neck of that jerk.

"‘Don’t exaggerate’? Have you lost your mind? I’m pregnant, in case you haven’t noticed. And at three in the morning, I want to be sleeping in a warm bed, cuddled up with my husband!" – a deep breath in an attempt to calm the storm in your head. The baby inside your round belly kicked uncomfortably, clearly unhappy with your increased activity, and you instinctively began to stroke yourself, trying to instill a false sense of calm. "I swear, I’m ready to kill you right here and now. And don’t you dare talk about a ‘hard day’! I’m fed up with your excuses."

Jinpachi sighed, running his long fingers through his smooth, glass-like hair, looking at you with either regret or indignation.

"Have the hormones gone to your head? I don’t understand. You know perfectly well that I’m doing everything for our family. I admit, Blue Lock has become an important part of my life, but how can you blame me for that? I’m trying to bring football back to Japan! You can’t be so selfish and expect me to be with you 24/7."

"I expect you to do what a good husband should do!"

"Then I’m a terrible husband!" – Ego snapped back before he even realized the meaning of his words.

For a moment, an unusual silence hung between you. Jinpachi bit his tongue until it bled, and you, completely bewildered, blinked like a wind-up doll.

"You’ll sleep on the couch until you start coming home on time. I’ve said everything." – Turning away dramatically, you waddled towards the stairs to the second floor. It was quite a quest, but the desire to clearly show your husband the seriousness of your intentions was much stronger, and Ego rolled his eyes in annoyance, watching your carefree stubbornness.

The accumulated irritation turned into quiet annoyance, and without saying another word, he took you by the elbow, helping you up.

"You’re unbearable," he finally muttered as you approached the door to your bedroom. "Before the pregnancy, it was bearable, but now you’ve turned into a tyrant. Why do I even put up with you?"

"Because you need an addition to your ‘football circle,’ and I’m carrying two kilograms of your son in my belly. So shut up."

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This one was inspired by a reel, forgive me 😞

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No Homo

We're not quite lovers so I tell everyone we're friends, it's easier that way

"No Race! For the third time today! Jack and I are just friends!" David laughed as he spoke. Forcing down the pain of unrequited love. God what a pain it was.

We hang out alone

Davey leaned against the railing instead of Jack. He had no reason to lean against Jack. It was simply too romantic or whatever the last excuse was.

He's met all my friends

Jack went through and introduced Dave to everyone. Maybe he was simply that important. Maybe it was simply common courtesy.

He calls me all the time

It was 3am and Davey thought without a doubt jack would be drunk or high. But he wasn't, and they talked about life for a while. Until Jack had to go check on this week's partner.

And sometimes for a moment I'll catch him looking at me with a little too much love in his eyes

"Jack you can't aaaaalways draw me. You should draw.. uhh... whats her name? Emily!" David didn't care if the name was wrong. She'd be gone soon enough and they'd have their time together again. He saw the way Jack stared when he got the name wrong, the way he stared while drawing, the way...

But we're just friends, he makes sure to tell me that regularly. He doesn't want me to get the wrong idea.

"This doesn't mean anything Dave. This is just cause you're cold." An yet Jack not only wrapped his coat around Davey. He also managed to wrap himself around the boy. What, would the next words out of his mouth be 'no homo' just to seal the deal?

I try not to, but when he calls me I pick up

"Dave, Davey I'm not drunk I swear. Don't hang up again."

"Jack I'm tired... I want to go to bed, what do you need?"

"I missed you..."

An when he needs someone to talk to I'm there.

David held Jack as he sobbed, holding a partially burnt picture and a bandana. Sitting behind the stage in Medda's theater. Cradling the boy he cared most about in the world

When he needs a ride somewhere I'm halfway out the door with the keys in my hand

"Jack! I did it I got my license! let's go for a drive!" Those were the words that led to a four hour drive around New York. That ended with a quick kiss and being ignored for three days. That drive that made Davey "misplace" his license from there on out.

When I left for school I thought he might beg me to stay

"OH MY GOD JACKIE I GOT INTO YALE!!" David was practically bouncing off the walls. He got the opportunity to go to an ivy league school!

"That's nice Dave, I'm really proud of you. You worked really hard for that."

He didn't of course because we are just friends

"Well... I'll see you during winter break I guess.."

"mhn, bye Dave." Jack was painting... it wasn't a big deal, it's just a school anyway. Yale wasn't that far away anyway. He would come home on the weekends and not tell Jack anyway.

I only see him when the sun goes down

The text on the screen read: "6:17am, 19 missed calls from 'Jack', 184 unread texts from 'Jack', 1 unread text from 'Sarah🤍' " yet when he texts, nothing. Not until midnight.

But he tells me it's because my eyes sparkle in the moonlight

David and Jack are laughing on the fire escape, it's like they're teenagers again. For a second Jack pauses and leans in, David's almost certain they'll kiss and then-

"did you know your eyes sparkle in the moon?"

I sometimes wonder if we'll sit on this line forever

"Well ... he's Jack! He's my best friend in the whole world.. I'm not quite sure I'm his but we get along well enough." That's how he explains Jack to his roommate. Leaving out the long forgotten kisses, the carving of their initials, the too long stares.

The line between lovers and friends

When they go out together for a catch up day people say they're 'such a cute couple'. Davey blushes and Jack shrugs them off with a quick and easy;

"He's just my best friend"

I think I crossed it somewhere

David has talked himself down from sending an "I love you" text so many times. He wants to love Jack unconditionally and forever. But that's not what Jack wants, is it.

I think he did too

Within those hundred unread texts lies one Davey would die to see: 'I love ya Dave. More than just a friend.' But he doesn't read them. not after the fourth night in a row.

But he won't admit it

"Jack c'monnn it's not real. It's just a Valentine's discount. You don't even gotta touch me or anything."

"David I said I don't want to. I don't want people thinking we're together."

I think we both want the same thing: to feel loved

David is home for the winter break and goes over to see Jack's apartment. And if he accidentally ends up sleeping over, if they accidentally wake up holding each other, if they accidentally don't move from each other's arms even after waking.. that's between them and their silence.

The difference is

Dave is getting ready to go back to the dorms, start the second semester well. He's happy knowing Jack might finally feel the same way this time. Especially after the sleepover...

I wanted it to be him and he'll never see me in the daylight

David texts Jack as soon as he gets there. Just a simple 'hey, got back safe!' but doesn't get a reply that day. Or the next, or after that. Only at 2 and 3am does Jack try to call or text. Only when he's too out of it to know better. Of course he could only love Davey drunk. Of course Davey could never love him knowing that.