#also it's stupid for him to die like that

[anqelfries]

(please/don't) call me baby

soundtrack <3

pairing: tetsurou kuroo x f. reader

content: fluff, crack humor, kuroo acts like a loser virgin LOL, way too many pet names, it girl energy reader !!!

warnings: swearing, like one sexual joke, ooc

word count: 1k

for the lovely @chososcamgirl <33 i've had sm fun in your w this idea !!!

you call everyone pet names. it's kind of your thing now, really. everyone, from yaku (darling!), to kenma (sweetheart!) to lev (angel!). that is, everyone except kuroo. to you, kuroo is kuroo. occasionally tetsurou, if he's lucky, but mostly he is just kuroo.

he doesn't mind it, he swears. he doesn't even care! or he wouldn't, but he also unfortunately happens to be head-over-heels in love with you. how embarrassing. and he's totally not jealous of the other guys.

which leads him to his current situation. his head tips back over the back of his chair as he runs one hand through his hair. "y/n, do you hate me?"

"no, why?" your answer is sharp and fast from the desk next to his.

oh, shit. now it's awkward.

"because, like... you don't call me any of your stupid cute names or anything," he explains sheepishly.

you sit up straight, lips curving up into a beautiful, evil smile. "you wanna be called pet names, kuroo?"

he flushes, shakes his head. "naaah, just asking."

you don't seem to believe him, head tilted to one side as you regard him curiously. and then you're getting up and making your way towards him, bending down to get on his level, and he thinks he might spontaneously combust in his pants. your fingers dance across the broad expanse of his chest, and your eyes are like a predator's, stalking its prey. his breath hitches as he waits for you to speak; when you finally do, he thinks he might have be going insane.

"whatever you say, baby," you purr, and holy fuck, kuroo is so ready to get down on his knees for you or bark like a dog or do whatever the fuck you want right now. he is pathetically down bad for you — it's embarrassing, and like you can read his mind, you just have to go and make it worse.

you twirl his tie around your fingers, careful and calculated, and for a split second, he imagines being pulled up by it, letting you kiss him in this empty classroom, just like that. and oh, apparently you're satisfied with how much you've messed him up right now, because suddenly you're back at your desk, and he's watching you fix your skirt with a beet red face and even redder ears.

today, for whatever reason, you're taking longer than usual to pack up when class ends, so he takes the opportunity to extricate himself from this terrible, terrible situation that he's created for himself. but when he's finally halfway out the door, someone calls his name.

"kuroo," you call after him, sickeningly sweet voice pulling him back to you. "baby, don't say you're leaving without me!"

his knees give way.

"you haven't forgotten my offer, though, right?" what a perfect gentleman, walking you home like this. he's even limiting his strides so you can keep up with ease.

"what offer, baby?" you hum distractedly, eyes glued to your phone. manicured fingers fly across it as you text someone, and you only look up when he chokes unceremoniously.

"you okay—"

"yes! i'm fine!" he yelps before you can say another word — or rather, one very specific word — and looks away to hide his reddening face. "as i was saying—"

"yes, b—"

"stop talking! i mean, let me speak!"

you frown, surprised at the way he won't let you get in a word edgewise. "okay, weirdo. go on?"

"the manager position is still open," he huffs. he's still embarrassingly red; his heart has not yet calmed down. “if you want.”

"mm, i don't know, baby, i'll have to think about it."

he will die. or he will run into oncoming traffic and die. this is so unfair, it's torture—

"thanks for walking me back, baby, i'll see ya."

he trips and falls on his face. "fuck— i mean, see you later!"

"you seem awfully happy today," kenma observes. "did something happen?"

"what? no, why?" he splutters. splotches of red begin to appear on his face, and kenma smirks.

"sure."

"say, kenma."

"what?" he sounds annoyed even though he's the one who started this conversation.

"how do you deal with y/n's nicknames?"

"what d'you mean? they're okay."

silence. kuroo rolls this new piece of information over in his mind. "so... you don't feel like exploding or dying every time she calls you, like, baby or something?"

kenma looks confused. "no? i think that's called a crush, kuro. also you know she said she thinks that's too romantic for her friends, so no, 'cause she doesn't even call any of us that— are you okay?"

"kenma."

"what?"

"shut up."

kuroo is pretty. it's not an unknown fact, and you, having known him for several years at this point, are no stranger to it either. with sly honey-brown eyes and bedhead that he manages to make look good in a way that you just cannot fathom, he is — in short — just your type. this is also where you shamefully admit that yes, even his derisive remarks and general air of disdain when it comes to his opponents is very attractive indeed. not to mention his biceps— actually, let's not go there.

but biceps or not, he has been driving you insane as of late. and now, it's apparent that you're finally getting to return the favour. you're not stupid; you've been noticing his reactions to the nickname from the start. and it's almost satisfying to be able to toy with him the way he's — unintentionally — been doing with you. maybe he'll even catch the hints you've been dropping if he's lucky.

meanwhile, it's taken kuroo exactly one hour and twenty-three minutes to desensitize himself to (the thought) of your voice. anyways, it's not like he'll see you any time soon, so it's okay. first there's volleyball practice, then he'll go straight to bed.

kuroo hates himself — it's like everything he does comes back to bite him in the ass. or rather, in the lungs this time, question mark. because as he struggles to breathe properly, you're waving at him from across the gymnasium in a very oversized NEKOMA jacket.

"i thought about it it!" you yell. "i'll be temporarily managing the team!"

maybe he should quit.

author's note :: whenever i'm describing kuroo i swear i start typing w one hand😭😭 reader's pov was NAWT necessary to the story i just wanted to salivate over him ok.

also this is going to be a series so like :) that's why there's nothing major here really

[byler-is-life]

Istg people hate on Will Byers after bro got abused by his dad, bullied, kidnapped by some inter dimensional demon, died and came back to life, got bullied again for being gay and also for “resuscitating”, had to constantly listen to the love of his life yap about some bitch (jk I love eleven) who he met for a week and already kissed, got possessed by a fucking giant smoke squid, had to get hospitalised, sedated multiple times and then get the shit burnt out of him, get ignored for the whole summer after losing his childhood, had to watch everyone make out with their girlfriends while he just wanted to play dnd, got called out for being gay by his best friend + love of his life, destroyed the only place where he felt safe out of anger, was still possessed by the now flesh, squid looking monster, literally got like 15 minutes of screen time and had to watch a dude get sucked in by said monster, sold his dnd stuff, moved away, didn’t get a single call from his best friend (he did he just doesn’t know), no letters, no communication, and when he came he acted awkwardly and had to watch him tell his sister off after she just got publicly humiliated, got third wheeled on his birthday that everyone forgot about btw, then got flirted with twice after his sister got taken away by the government and had a shooting in his own home, watched a dude die next to him in the back of a van, got a triple take from his best friend, confessed his everlasting love to him with a painting he was too stupid to see was from him and not from his sister like he lied about, saved his sister in a desert full of dead men, watched his sister’s dad fucking die, went back to his hometown after having to encourage the love of his life to to tell his sister he loved her so she wouldn’t die, and found it was completely destroyed and that one of his closest friends had almost died and was now in a coma, and then realised that he still had a bit of the upside down in him and it was slowly taking over the town, and watched it burn to the ground next to his best friend, their hands literally 0.0001 cm away from each other.

[indigos-stardust]

Violet, Blue, And Bruised All Over: Long Talks

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6

Note: this has been in my draft for at least 2 weeks, hit a slump and then a hyperfixation couldn't write lol. so this is alot shorter and the drawings wont make as much sense without part like?? 6.5???... but I just wanted to post it cuz I felt bad

Reblogs and comments appreciated <3 I wanna hear y'all's thoughts >:3c

Red and Blue: a deep conversation filled with compassion and vulnerability:

Meanwhile Vio and Green:

(sorry I haven't updated this in a while, real life calls :')

The following days were hell. Red knew how much fights shredded his heart into a bajillion tiny pieces, but really the forced normalcy was so much worse!

The two had gotten an even bigger longer (and honestly ranty) lecture from Green the next day. Red didn't think it really helped much. Like sure they were cowed into NOT biting each other or whatever, but c'mon!

It felt like everyone was mad at everyone else! And even though technically no one was really mad at him, they were all mad at each other which- considering they were all sorta kinda not really the same person? It still felt that way!

Green had gotten really bossy and super serious, and Blue and Vio were just avoiding each other like the plague! Whenever they did come into "an unfortunate proximity" as Vio put it, there wasn't anything but a ton of silent hate! Red really just wanted to curl up into a little hole and die. Well not really! But like, emotionally! Just a bit!

Green kept pushing them to talk about the details, but neither one would talk. Red decided to try asking them one on one, you know, use his charm a bit and soften the edges- But even when he cried it didn't work! Him crying always worked! Especially when he said just the right words in just the right way to softly push them into making a realization.

Red wouldn't really call himself a manipulator in that sense, because hey! He was using his powers for good, right? At least most of the time, anyways. It was a useful way to get out of trouble and get things he wanted...

By why couldn't it work now when he needed it most!!

Vio just treated him like how a parent would to their kid when the kid just, well, asked about death or some hard grownup topic. Like Red just simply wouldn't understand and not to worry about it- But he was worrying! He knew Vio just didn't want him to be sad but still...

Then Blue- Well, Blue was just sad. And a little p*ssed. But it was clear he was just mostly sad. At least when he talked to Red anyways. At first he had been all huffy and insisted that it was all so stupid, so why even bring it up anyways? Because it was "over already!" Which, no that was super stupid of Blue to think, because obviously all their relationships were like super mega sad???

When Red expressed that sentiment though, it seemed to change something in Blue. Blue just closed up and got all quiet. He hated when Blue did that. But it also meant his plan was working. Blue may be a little, uhm, explosive to people and things when he got upset- But really if he was like actually really seriously upset? Then he got all quiet and intense all by himself. But Red knew how to pry all those layers off, even if it was just melting his way though each one of Blue's icy walls, one at a time.

Not even a day later of the guilt obviously devouring Blue inside out, and clearly losing against his ego. (Red knew that's what happened, he probably didn't want to be the "first one to show weakness" and just talk about how his feelings were hurt and acted like he was just all angry and didn't care, but Blue was a big softie and no amount of pouting was gonna change that in Red's eyes.)

They'd been walking to the training yards extremely early in the morning, the sun had barely peeked over the horizon really. In Red's opinion, going all the way to the castle to train in the big professional courtyard before the birds even woke up was probably some sort of crime against humanity. And him. But Red was so close to getting Blue to spill! SO he had to stick with Blue the whole time to make sure his plan would work. He just had to be consistent! Even if... it was at like... Red blearily squinted against the horizon. Five AM? Uegh.

Green was right about those too being similar. But it wasn't just cuz they were so stubborn. More like they were both weirdos that had a vendetta against sleep. Seriously, would it kill Blue to sleep in for five more minutes...

[muldj0rd]

I know who you pretend I am || Sargeton

Zandvoort 2024

Logan shouldn’t have gone out- or maybe he should’ve, he don’t know

He didn’t feel like talking, so when Lewis slid in beside him in the booth, he kept quiet, not looking up at him

“You’ve been sulking this weekend- I know about the crash but, you’ve been sulking more than you usually do when you crash” Lewis said, looking at the American

Logan sighed softly “James’s replacing me” He explained, playing softly with the glass in his hands

“What?” Lewis actually sounded surprised, looking at him with confused eyes

“You’re surprised?” Logan scoffed, hiding his pain

“Yes!” Lewis said like it was obvious “Sure, you might not be the best driver out there, but he could’ve kept you for the season. Your replacement only have half a year, and can’t even get a seat if he’s good enough” Lewis explained, turning his body

In this light, Logan looked like someone Lewis knows… Someone Lewis knew. Why had Lewis never seen it before. People have been saying that Logan looks like Nico. Why did it take Lewis to hear Logan getting replaced to realise they looked so much alike

“It also means that I can’t afford my house” Logan laughed softly, leaning back into the seat, his eyes grazed softly with unshed tears

Lewis sighed softly

He had an idea, but held it back. Logan looked like Nico. If Logan agreed to his idea, Lewis would get laid, and to be with someone looking like the love of his life, and Logan would keep his house, or even just stay in Lewis’ apartment

“What?” Logan asked, seeing Lewis’ thinking face

“Nothing. It’s stupid” Lewis said, shaking his head slightly, turning away from Logan

“Come on, nothing you say is stupid” Logan said, smiling softly at the Brit

“This is-“ “Tell me” Logan’s eyes were so soft that Lewis thought he would die if he looked at him for a second longer, so he looked away

“If you think it’s stupid, can we just pretend I’ve never said anything?” Lewis asked, not looking at Logan

“Of course” Logan hummed “Not like I’m gonna be at the paddock to tell on you” Logan tried to joke

Lewis sighed, sinking the lump in his throat “I’ll pay for your rent, but… I want something in return” His eyes were closed

“You don’t have to pay my rent, Lewis, I’ll just move” Logan said, but softly added after “What you want in return?”

Lewis chuckled softly, opening his eyes “A relationship” He turned his head to look at Logan who was now looking away, blushing heavily

“You don’t have to- I don’t wanna feel like I’m taking advantage of you” Logan said softly

Lewis turned Logan’s head by his chin, making him whimper softly, his light eyes wide

“You’re not taking advantage of me, love. I’m offering, I just want a little something in return” Lewis said softly “We don’t have to do anything” Yet “Just for the PR. I’ll even invite you to the paddock”

“Lew-“ “You don’t have to, Logan. But… I will give you any- and everything you ask for” Lewis said, cutting off Logan’s protest

Logan nodded softly, Lewis’ hand still warm on his chin

Monza

Lewis offered to pay for another room for Logan to be in if he didn’t want to share with Lewis in Monza, but he said it was fine

“You think we need a story, if people ask about it?” Logan asked softly as Lewis was doing his night routine in the bathroom Saturday night

“We could just say that it’s been going on for a couple of months, but we kept quiet so people don’t think I’m with you because I’m pitying you” Lewis suggested, walking back to the bed where Logan was already under the covers

“Aren’t you though?” Logan asked with a sigh, looking up into the ceiling

Lewis only sighed as an answer. No way in hell could Lewis say it was because he looked like Nico that he was with him

Everybody in the paddock was surprised to see the two of them walking in together

Lewis was dressed fabulously as always where to Logan was dressed more casual. A plain white t-shirt and a pair of plain jeans

They didn’t hold hands or somewhat else touch, but Lewis were talking to Logan, walking close, a hand on his lower back to guide him into the motorhome

Everybody looked an extra time when they saw the two of them together, but didn’t dare to ask

“It feels weird” Logan hummed, fidgeting with his hands as he stood in the middle of Lewis’ drivers room

Lewis stood up from the small couch, putting his hands on either side of Logan’s face, turning his head up to make him look at him, even if he was shorter

“You’re fine, Logan. Okay?” Lewis hummed, pulling Logan in to hug him softly

That was the first time they’ve ever hugged

It felt good, Logan thought. He wouldn’t mind if Lewis touched him some more

“This is nice” Logan mumbled into Lewis’ shoulder

“What was that, love?” Lewis asked softly

“Nothing” Logan smiled slightly, shaking his head softly

“You did good” Logan hummed, standing close to Lewis in the elevator, other people standing in there as well

“I only gained one place” Lewis chuckled

“Better than I ever would’ve” Logan sighed, looking into the ground “Would’ve probably crashed the first lap”

“Don’t say that, love” Lewis said, now standing in front of Logan, tilting his chin up

“It’s the truth” Logan hummed, pushing past Lewis to exit the elevator at their floor, Lewis following quickly after

“I met Colapinto” Logan sighed, changing into something more comfortable “He’s a nice guy”

Lewis was changing as well “Yeah” He hummed softly

“You’re not going out?” Logan asked confused

“I would rather be here with you” Lewis hummed, patting the bed bedside him, looking up at Logan

“You should go out” Logan insisted, but got into the bedside him, laying on his stomach, leaning on his elbows

“I could never find anyone as pretty as you out there” Lewis hummed, tugging a strand of Logan’s hair behind his ear

Lewis liked Logan’s hair, always had, but more when he grew it out longer. It reminded him of Nico’s hair

Logan blushed deeply, but changed the subject quickly “Did they ask about us in any of the interviews?” He chocked out

“Mhm. Yes. Said it had been going on for a few months and we kept it quiet, just like we planned, and then said that now was the perfect opportunity to make it official” Lewis explained, smiling softly up at Logan

“We have to start being affectionate in public now” Logan sighed, turning his head away from Lewis, his hair falling down into his face again

“Not if you don’t want to” Lewis said, pushing Logan’s hair back behind his ear, turning his head by his chin

“No, it’s fine. We can. Holding hands n’ stuff” He leaned into Lewis’s touch unconsciously

“You’re own pace” Lewis said, his thumb outlining Logan’s bottom lip

Azerbaijan

Logan was hesitant as he walked into the paddock with Lewis, hooking his own little finger around Lewis’ softly, the only affection he was comfortable to give Lewis at the moment

Lewis looked up at Logan with soft eyes, smiling slightly, his little finger squeezing around Logan’s softly

Logan got lost in his thoughts, leaning into Lewis’ side softly as they walked into the Mercedes motorhome

All the stares from the people in the paddock had gotten to Logan, making him tired and overwhelmed

“C-can I get a hug?” Logan asked carefully as they entered Lewis’ drivers room

“Sure. Anything you want, love” Lewis said, Logan immediately falling into Lewis arms, his own around the shorter man’s waist, hugging him tightly

“The stares are getting to you, ain’t they?” Lewis asked, Logan humming softly, his face shoved into the crook of Lewis’ neck

“I’m sorry, love. I shouldn’t have dragged you into this. I’m really sorry” Lewis apologised, caressing Logan’s back softly

Logan shook his head softly “It’s fine, Lew… I just have to get used to it” He said, pulling slightly back from the hug

“You can always back out, Logan. I will still pay your rent, you just don’t have to do anything for it” Lewis said to him, feeling bad for everything he dragged him through

“Lewis. It’s fine. Besides, I will feel like I’m taking advantage of you” Logan said, walking over to sit on the couch

“You Americans are so fucking weird” Lewis chuckled softly, going to the small bathroom

“You brits are weird, I mean- have you seen yourself, Lando, George, Jenson… The list goes on” Logan chuckled, his smile plastered back on his lips

“But we’re hella fine, hm?” Lewis chuckled from the bathroom, his voice muffled

“You sure as hell are” Logan mumbled, leaning back against the couch, his eyes closed

“What you say, love?” Lewis hummed, walking out of the small bathroom

Logan tilted his head to look at Lewis again “I just agreed with you” He smiled softly

“Fucking shit” Lewis groaned, slamming his drivers room door behind him, making Logan jump and yelp slightly

The race wasn’t all that bad, but 7th to 9th wasn’t exactly what he was aiming for, and with how uncomfortable Logan had been when they arrived, he felt like it was all his fault

“I’m sorry for slamming the door” Lewis said softly as he slumped down on the couch, drenched in sweat, panting softly

“It’s okay” Logan hummed, sitting down beside Lewis on the couch, turning his body towards him

“No it’s not. First I cause you so much uncomfortableness, and then I go and slam doors like I have no care for you-“ Logan shut Lewis’ ramble up with a soft kiss to his lips

“It’s fine, Lewis” Logan smiled softly, pulling away from him

“Mhm. Yes. Fine” Lewis stuttered, obviously flustered, his hands just kind of frozen in the air

“You should go shower, Lewis” Logan said, chuckling slightly at Lewis’ expression

“Shower? Yes. Yeah. Sure” Lewis nodded, nodding softly before standing up to go shower

Logan whined when Lewis had shut the door, leaning into the couch, covering his face with his hands, realising that he had kissed Lewis Hamilton

Logan Sargeant, a nobody, had kissed Lewis Hamilton, a seven-time world champion

Logan laid on his side on the bed, looking at Lewis who laid on his back, hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling

Logan wanted to kiss Lewis again so damn bad. Wanting to feel his lips against his own again- longer this time. He wanted to feel his lips

“You still mad about your result?” Logan asked instead

Lewis shrugged slightly “A little” He sighed, his bare chest rising and falling softly

“I wouldn’t have dropped two places, only because I would’ve started at the bottom” Logan said, trying to make Lewis feel better

“You would’ve done your best” Lewis said, turning his head to look at the blond

“My best is never go-“ Logan yelped softly when Lewis took his jaw into his hand, kissing him firmly

Lewis pulled back, seeing a frozen Logan, staring at him shocked

“That seems to shut you up” Lewis chuckled, caressing Logan’s jaw softly “Guess I’ll just do that from now on when you talk bad about yourself” He added with a soft smirk

Singapore

At some point when Logan had realised Lewis would kiss him every time he talked bad about himself, he started doing it on propose

He felt slightly bad about it, but he would rather do that than actually ask Lewis to kiss him

The thought of asking for something- especially something like a kiss was frightening for him

Logan stood in the bathroom of the hotel, leaning over the sink, looking into it

“What’s wrong, love?” Lewis asked softly, stepping behind him, looking into the back of his head, admiring his hair

“You think I’m not good looking?” Logan asked softly “You think I’m ugly?” He knitted his eyebrows together

Lewis turned Logan’s head by his chin, kissing him, but Logan kept talking

“I see what people say about me-“ Lewis kept kissing him, trailing down his jaw “-and how people say you’re way out of my league-“ Lewis kissed down Logan’s neck “-And how that if I hadn’t been driving, you would’ve never looked twice at me-“ Lewis’ hand went under Logan’s shirt, desperate to make him shut up “-Or how I’m only using you for your money, which I am-“ Lewis’ hand trailed down to the waistband of Logan’s shorts “-Or how you’re only with me because I look like Ni-“ Logan shut himself up with a moan when Lewis palmed him through his shorts, his knees buckling slightly

“That’s it. Keep your pretty little mouth shut if the only thing that comes out is negative things about yourself” Lewis said, about to move his hand away, but Logan pulled him back

“Love- we don’t have to-“ “Keep going” Logan said, bucking his hips into Lewis’ hand, hoping he would keep going

They have never gone this far in the three weeks- Logan had never actually been this far with anybody. It has only ever been him and his right hand

The new feeling had him whining and whimpering quicker than he’d like to admit

Lewis felt bad when he realised he had caught himself thinking about how Nico had made similar sounds when they were together

“Lew- Please” Logan breathed, his head falling back, his hair touching Lewis’ shoulder, his hands on the the sink turning impossibly whiter from the force of his grip

“Shh. I got you, love” Lewis cooed, removing his hand, causing Logan to whine softly, his head falling forward, his eyes closed

Lewis held Logan’s waist with his left hand, shoving his shorts down just enough with his right

Lewis leaned back, grip still on Logan’s waist, spitting in his other hand, attaching it loosely around Logan’s cock

Logan moaned loudly, his knees buckling, Lewis’ other arm coming around Logan’s body to hold him up

“You okay, love?” Lewis asked softly, his hand still slow and loose around Logan’s cock

“Mhm. Yes” Logan nodded, whimpering his words out, his eyes screwed shut

“Tell me to stop, and I will” Lewis said, kissing Logan’s neck softly, his hand going a little faster and firmer around him

Logan couldn’t reply to Lewis’ words, his mouth only spitting out loud moans, a stuttered pants

Logan was close embarrassingly fast. Lewis was that good

“Nothing to be embarrassed about, love” Lewis hummed, leaving wet trails up and down Logan’s neck, watching as his thighs shook slightly and his knees bucking slightly

“P-please, Lew. ‘M close- please” Logan begged in a moan

Lewis didn’t say anything, his thumb just going over Logan’s slit which cause the blond to tip over, moaning Lewis’ name as he came

Cum landing on Lewis’ hand, Logan’s shirt, some on the floor and even some on the sink

If Lewis’ grip around Logan’s body wasn’t as tight as it was, Logan would’ve probably fallen to the ground, his legs giving out under him

Lewis had gotten Logan cleaned and changed into something else before he laid into the bed, pulling Logan into his arms softly

“I should talk badly about myself more if that’s what happens” Logan chuckled tiredly, clinging onto Lewis’ waist, the warm skin radiating against his own slightly colder body

“You could also just ask” Lewis said, kissing the top of Logan’s head softly. Feels just like- No.

“Ask? Ask for something? Don’t think so” Logan chuckled “Maybe it will be your good luck charm for tomorrow” He sighed, kissing Lewis’ chest softly

Logan stayed at Lewis’ apartment doing the break after Singapore, wanting to spend time with Lewis, but not feeling Like going on vacation or inviting Lewis to Florida

Logan went down to gather the mail, feeling like it was the least he could do while Lewis was cooking for them both

He saw Nico standing there as well, checking his mail

Logan thought about just turning around and leaving, gathering it later, but Nico had already seen him, saying a small ‘hi’ to him

He returned the greeting, checking Lewis’ mail as well, having been told what he should save and what to just throw out

“You know, he’s only with you because you look like me” Nico said, no hint of hesitation in his voice

“Everybody’s been saying that” Logan chuckled, not once believing it

Nico was amused by Logan’s nonchalant response “He’s been doing it for years, Logan” Nico sighed

Logan looked up at Nico, seeing him already looking at him “He’s not just with me because of that” He said, smile faded to an almost frown

“I’m sorry, Logan. He can’t help himself” Nico shrugged “He’s got a type. Never wondered why his partners has always looked like me after I broke up with him?”

“He’s not…” Logan shook his head slightly, lips quivering, eyes glazed with tears

“I’m sorry, Logan” Nico sighed, patting him softly on the shoulder before he left Logan to stand alone in his thoughts

Logan was poking at his food, barely eating it. Staring down like it had personally attacked him

“I can make something different for you if you don’t like the food” Lewis suggested to Logan

“No. The food’s fine” Logan hummed, still not looking up at Lewis

“What’s wrong, my love?” Lewis asked concerned, putting his hand on top of Logan’s, but Logan quickly stood up, removing his hand from Lewis’

“I’m going to bed” Was the only thing Logan said before he left, slamming door shut softly

This confused Lewis. Logan always ate the food, he never slammed doors, he always waited for Lewis to go to bed before he did, never left the table without cleaning up after himself

Lewis got himself into bed quietly, putting a hand on Logan’s arm who was laying so he faced away from Lewis, but he pushed Lewis’ hand away

“Are you mad at me?” Lewis pouted softly, his heart aching when he got no answer “I’m sorry for whatever I did” He hummed, staring into the back of Logan

Lewis woke up to an empty bed, barely having gotten anything to sleep

This also confused Lewis. Logan always waited for Lewis to wake up before he did himself. He barely allowed himself to go the bathroom if Lewis wasn’t awake

“Love?” Lewis asked, his voice husky. He heard soft shuffling from the living room, so he went there, seeing Logan sitting on the couch but with the tv turned off

“You’re mad at me, and I don’t know why, but I want to make it better, and I can’t do that if you don’t tell me what I did” Lewis sighed, fidgeting with the strings of his sweatpants

“Are you only with me because I look like Nico?” Lewis went to kiss Logan, but the blond put a hand on Lewis’ mouth, pushing him away “I’m serious, Lewis”

Lewis swallowed a lump in his throat “It was like that in the start, yes-“ Logan stood up from the couch abruptly

“God. You’re unbelievable” Logan scoffed, looking down at where Lewis was now sitting on the couch

“I thought that there was actually something between us, but I’m just his fucking lookalike who you decided to try and get into the pants of because you couldn’t get the original meat. You fucking manipulated me, Lewis” Logan said, almost yelled, panting heavily

“No, no, love. Please, let me explain” Lewis said, standing up again, stepping closer to Logan, who took a step back in result

“I don’t want your fucking explanation” Logan cursed, tears rolling down his face

“Love-“ “Don’t fucking call me that” Logan wasn’t much of a curser. He had probably cursed more doing this conversation than the last 3 years

“I arranged with Max to be at his place before I fly back to Florida” Logan sighed

“No, Logan- please. I’ll take the couch, the floor- whatever, just please. I need you to stay” Lewis begged, his voice quivering

“Why? So you can imagine that it’s Nico laying in your bed instead?” Logan scoffed “You can keep my stuff” He got his jacket and left

Lewis softly fell to his knees, tears silently streaming down his face “Please. I love you. I love you so much” He whispered to himself, praying to god that Logan would just come back

Texas

Sleepless nights causing bags under his eyes, days without eating, causing his whole body to ache, but he didn’t care, his mind was clouded by him, and him only

Lewis was sure he hadn’t slept prober or eaten a proper meal since Logan left him

He had sent Logan multiple texts, asking him to just listen and explain, which none was returned- not even seen

“It’s a bummer to not see Logan here today. Why isn’t he with you?” It’s the first question Lewis gets asked in the media pen

“Oh, um… We’re not together anymore” Lewis answered, a yawn trying to fight through his lips

“Really? Why not?” The journalist asked curious, not seeing the tiredness on Lewis

“We’re just working some things out” This is your time “We left at a bad place, and things were said, but I’m really trying to fight and get him back. I really love him with every inch of my body” He explained

“Well, I hope it works out for you two in the end”

Lewis scrambled to get back to the Mercedes motorhome, but he didn’t get to his drivers room

He settled behind the hospitality instead, sliding down the wall, his knees pulled up to his chest, tears silently streaming down his face

“Not like you to cry over a guy” Lewis laughed hurt as he leaned his head back against the wall, seeing Nico out the corner of his eye

“You asked me what I saw in you back in ‘16. Back then, I saw paradise- the love of my life. Now? I see a fucking sadist, thriving on the pain you cause me” Lewis spat, not looking directly at Nico “I know it was you who told him it”

“It’s true, no?” Nico sighed, leaning against the wall

“It was. In the start, that was why. We both got something out of it. But now? I fucking love him, Nico” He turned his head to look at the German “And now I’m not sure I can get him back because you like seeing me get tortured”

“I-I’m sorry, Lewis. If I had known how down bad you were for him-“ “You don’t give a shit” Lewis was standing up now

“You only ever think about yourself, and yourself only” Lewis scoffed, pushing past Nico to walk away

Logie

I love you too, I just need some space to think

[byfulcrums]

What the FUCK do you mean Gojo's dead.

[welcometogrouchland]

Disgustingly messy and crusty sketch dump but I couldn't get my own terrible theory out of my head and ended up making a bunch of sketches about it. Also at the end a bonus dickbats and Damian doodle bc I was reading an issue of their Batman and Robin run (IDs in Alt)

[abnomi]

i locked in too hard and fought tooth and nail with ibis paint to make this but by god i did it 🛌 THE FILE GOT CORRUPTED LIKE 5 TIMES. i think turbo is real and he is out to get me.

these are a collection of experiments i did to figure out how i want to draw The Freak! i certainly learned a lot. i love drawing characters in 50 different ways with no consistency its so fun moohahaha. expect more turbo art in the future (but probably less artistically chaotic as this turned out 👶 oopsays)

There's alternate versions under the cut + have a bonus doodle :-]<

good grief

[eddievedders]

TED LASSO — 3.09 “La Locker Room Aux Folles”.

[purpleleavesday]

Alright I feel like my problem with the Eustace Winner name (Sebastian my boy I'm so sorry) is that he's a really major character with depth and development.

From the start AA has had really stupid pun names and I loved them. April May, Redd White? I thought those were the best when I was playing ace attorney for the first time.

But characters who were actually important -- Phoenix, Maya, Edgeworth, von Karma, I could be wrong but their names aren't as stupid of puns as Redd White or my beloved Detective Detective Detective (love you gumshoe). I mean, Wright is literally just a play on right, but it's not a phrase, like I feel Eustace Winner (Useless Winner?) Is supposed to be. And Phoenix is a reference to his nature, how he "rises from the ashes", it's about his general overall character and doesn't feel like a mean joke. To me, naming Sebastian Eustace Winner is like if Edgeworth was named Meenin Evil so you know he's a bad guy when you meet him.

Poor Sebastian though, he has a LOT that happens (I never finished aai2 actually but I want to give him a hug and a mug of hot chocolate), hes a very important character, and it feels like they gave him a side character name? When he has a lot more importance to the story than just one case

[mamawasatesttube]

bruce characterization is so hard because he really has been written all over the place. generally i try to think of him as a man who really does mean well, but whose drive for justice and unprocessed traumas can blind him to his shortcomings and lead to him inadvertently hurting his children. i also think that comics are a medium that doesn't usually lend itself well to character growth, because they to maintain a certain status quo to keep telling stories from, and so the bruce in my mind would honestly develop and learn from his mistakes a lot better than canon bruce actually does, because for someone who espouses the values he does, it makes no sense for him to completely stagnate, right. he's a puzzle you can put together in a lot of different ways and it's fascinating but also can be such a pain because of all the different books writing him in so many different ways, but characterizing him solely as an asshole is just boring and reductive imo...

...but all of that said i still think if martha kent ever found out how he talked to kon in sb94 #85 or in those issues of batgirl '00, she should be allowed to beat his ass with a pitchfork. yknow?

[starfish-comics]

Boy did this one go downhill fast...

[sparklingchim]

[strangersteddierthings]

Steve, Gareth and Chrissy are cousins AU (sad edition) [prologue] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Final Part]

"So," Robin says after they clink their molotov cocktails together, "do we also get to talk about the whole cousin situation now?"

Steve looks across the field, where Eddie and Dustin are defending themselves from invisible enemies. Gareth and Lucas are swinging the finished spears at each other while Erica shakes her head at them, working on a third. It looks like Nancy is showing Max the proper way to hold a shotgun, which isn't nearly as bizarre as it probably should be.

"What's there to talk about?"

"Are you doing okay?" Robin asks.

Steve doesn't mean to making a scoffing noise. It just leaves his body involuntarily. "No. But I'm not the only one not doing okay. Now that we know Vecna doesn't have to do the whole weeklong build up to murder town, that he could get any of us, as any time and he's just being a sadistic bastard-"

"Steve. He'll take the bait. If nothing else, we have to believe that."

Steve looks from Max to Gareth, then back to Robin. "Yeah. Right."

Robin is quiet for a moment, before her eyes flick away and back to him again. "Do you want to talk to Gareth? He was... God, Steve, it was awful, hearing him scream for you. While Vecna was... Anyway, I know you two are like avoiding each other for whatever reason, but I think you can let go of whatever it was."

"I just wanted to keep them safe, Robbie," Steve swallows down the sob that wants to break free. "I never wanted them involved in this. I was so scared that I'd somehow infect them with the Upside Down that I just kept them away and it took Chrissy anyway. It-it-"

"It hasn't taken Gareth, though," Robin says softly, cutting Steve's spiral off. "It hasn't taken him. But he needs you. I think you need him, too. You should talk. Before we drop him at the Creel house. Because."

She doesn't finish, but that's fine. Steve knows what she's saying. They could die today. Any one of them. Chrissy died without Steve making it right. He'd started to work on hanging out with Chrissy again, but it was all surface level. He didn't even apologize. With Gareth he could justify, however shitty that was to do, that he was staying away because Gareth asked him to.

Chrissy hadn't asked for Steve to step out of her life. He'd done that himself in '83.

He can't do right by Chrissy anymore, but he can try with Gareth.

He stands and Robin gives his knee two solid pats before he walks away.

"Dustin, you piss off Steve somehow?" Eddie asks.

Gareth, in the middle of facing off with Lucas, pauses to look around, which gains him a light tap to his side by Lucas' spear. Sure enough, Steve is stalking their direction with a grim determination on his face.

"What, why am I the one getting the blame?" Dustin says, offended.

"It is usually you," Lucas adds, which earns him a squawk of indignation from Dustin, who shoots back, "he could be coming to lecture you for making Erica do all the spear making!"

Steve doesn't approach either boy, though.

"Hey, can we talk?" Steve asks once he comes to a stop in front of him.

"Got some end of the world regrets, Harrington?" Gareth says, trying to keep his voice lighter than he feels. He wants to tease Steve, not bully him.

He must succeed because Steve gives a chuckle and says, "I don't think we have time for all the end of the world regrets, so, uhh, just the one for now."

"We're cool, dude," Gareth says, eyes flicking from Steve to Eddie. The kids know, Gareth told them himself, but Eddie doesn't. "I started it."

"Yeah, but I graduated and still pretended you didn't exist. Which isn't what you asked for."

Gareth shrugs, because he doesn't know everything but he knows enough. Learned this isn't anyone else's (besides Eddie and his) first rodeo or whatever. That there have been other times, dating back to the year Will Byers was lost for a week. "Dude. Seriously. We're cool. You've been dealing with... whatever the fuck this is. So, just, like promise to be around more once we all survive this."

Steve looks pained but before he can reply, Eddie cuts in, "I'm sorry. How do you know each other?"

Gareth looks to Steve, who just shrugs as if to say your friend, you responsibility and honestly? Fuck Steve Harrington. Keeps traumatizing secrets and pushes Gareth away and also throws him to the wolves. Except, this is the secret Gareth has been keeping from Eddie. He sighs and turns to Eddie. "Well, uh, Steve's my cousin. We used to be super close before I started high school. Actually, Steve here is the reason I joined Hellfire!"

Eddie seems to go through all 7 stages of grief before settling into a confused. "I'm sorry. Steve talked you into joining Hellfire?"

"That is not what I did!" Steve defends himself.

"God no. He just went into great detail about how loud and obnoxious and attention-grabbing the current president was, as if that would make me want to not meet you for some reason."

"It was a warning!" Steve yelps at the same time Eddie sing-songs, "You think I'm attention-grabbing, Harrington?"

Dustin, Lucas, and Erica are all laughing at Steve has he tries to sputter through what he meant by attention-grabbing ("It's hard to not pay attention when he's shouting from the top of a lunch table!"), and Gareth just watches on, amused.

After they fight an... evil wizard? Vecna or whatever his name is. Once this is over, Gareth is going to sit Steve down and make him tell him everything, but that can wait.

He wants to watch Steve flounder trying to defend himself from the accusations of watching Eddie just a bit too much back in high school.

Later, as they all pack up and load up in the RV, Nancy stops Steve from entering the RV, ushering everyone past until Gareth and Steve are the only ones left outside.

"Are we acknowledging that you're cousins, now?" she asks.

"You knew!?" Steve sounds surprised. Gareth's surprised, too.

Nancy just rolls her eyes. "Steve, I've been to your house." When that just makes Steve look confused, she rolls her eyes and says, "there are family pictures covering almost every inch of your living room."

"Why didn't you say anything sooner?" Robin pipes in, appearing in the doorway with an angry expression.

"It wasn't really my thing to talk about, was it?"

"Yeah, but did you even check in with Steve? If you knew, and knew what happened to Chrissy- you didn't even ask if he wanted to go to the funeral!"

"Robin!" Steve hisses.

Nancy doesn't look upset by whatever accusation Robin seems to be trying to make. "If Steve wanted to go, he could have said something. We aren't his keepers. But, also," her gaze goes from Robin to Steve, "I didn't want to pry or seem pushy. I figured you'd tell us when you were ready."

Robin frowns but doesn't say anything else, disappearing back into the RV. Gareth gestures for Steve and Nancy to go first, and then he's closing and locking the door behind him before heading to sit by Eddie along the back bench seat. A bunch of shit has been piled there, so Gareth shoves it off the seat and to the floor. The pile of things ends up being a hazard and he almost brains himself while turning to sit down; something under his foot slides and Eddie saves him, yanking him to fall onto Eddie. After some fussing and laughter from those around, Gareth gets seated and looks down to see what almost killed him.

It's a phone book.

Eddie leans in close once they're back on the road to town to whisper, "so, you just let me go on all those rants about King Steve and never once thought to tell me you were related?"

Gareth just gives him his best impression of a King Steve smirk and says, "I would have hate to have deterred you from talking about your favorite school subject."

It's worth seeing the scandalized look on Eddie's face, even as the man socks him in the leg for the comment. "I hate you, man."

Gareth rubs his leg and says, "you don't mean that."

There's a long silence from Eddie after that before he says, "you're right. I don't mean that. And. Uh. In case I don't- in case it goes south down there but ends up fine up here, I just-"

"No," Gareth growls. "Fuck you, Eddie. We're going to be fine. All you gotta do is shred on your guitar and get the hell out. You're going to be fine."

"You didn't see the bats."

"Eddie."

"Fine. It's gonna be fine," Eddie agrees and falls silent.

Gareth frowns at that. Eddie must really be worried, to not argue back like he usually does. Gareth's worried, too, but what can he do?

He thinks about his mom. When did he last tell her he loves her? If they don't succeed tonight, will he get a chance to say it again? Will anyone get a chance to say it again?

Gareth looks down at the phone book at his feet.

"Wait, does anyone have change for a payphone?" Gareth asks from somewhere behind him. Steve turns in his seat to look into the back of the RV.

"Uh, yeah," Robin digs into her pockets, but then narrows her eyes at Gareth and asks, "wait. Who are you calling?"

"I have to let my mom know I'm alive. Just... hear my voice," Gareth says. "She needs to know I'm okay. It's already been too long since last we talked and... after Chrissy she was..."

Robin's face drops into the guiltiest look Steve's ever seen on her face and she produces her wallet, dropping the whole thing into Gareth's open hand. "Yeah, no. Sorry. There's still plenty of time for a phone call before the end of the world. You better return my wallet, Cunningham."

"I'm not going to rob you, Buckley," Gareth says before ducking out the RV with Max, Lucas, and Erica.

Steve tries not to let the guilt well up in him as they drive away. Gareth had wanted to come with Team Kill Vecna but Steve had quickly argued against that. He wasn't going to let Gareth anywhere near the Upside Down.

So it was decided. Max, Lucas, Erica, and Gareth at the Creel house, Dustin and Eddie on distraction, and Nancy, Robin, and Steve were going to face down Vecna.

There was still hours to go before they'd try, with a time set for 9:20ish, since that's the time Vecna's been enacting his curse according to Eddie's broken watch. Plenty of time to fortify Eddie's house in the Upside Down, plus the almost 40 minute walk to the Creel house from Forest Hills.

This was going to work. It had to.

Max and Lucas opt for hiding around the back of the house, waiting for time to pass until it's closer to dark, and Erica said she was going to snoop around the abandoned playground, so Gareth decided to head to the payphone a couple of blocks down the street.

He makes it halfway there before Erica scares the shit out of him by saying, "why do you need a phone book?"

Gareth yelps and spins, stupidly trying to hid the book behind his back even though he knows she already saw it. "I- uh, no. No reason."

Erica eyes him and he's suddenly very aware of whatever Eddie saw in her that night at Hellfire, that let her join the club. She's pretty scary for a middle schooler. "Do I look stupid? Who are you calling." It's not a question. It's a demand.

"I'm going to try and get a hold of Eddie's uncle," Gareth answers, trying to sound like an authority figure. "Tell him he'll find Eddie at his home at eight tonight. I know you all are so used to not telling people but this is- we need a real adult and Wayne's an army vet. He'll know how to help. He'll want to help."

She purses her lips, stays quiet for a moment before she nods. "I'm usually surrounded by stupid people, but you're kind of not one. I've got more change if you need it."

Gareth calls the plant and asks to speak to Wayne Munson. It's a bit of back and forth before the secretary agrees, but only if Wayne agrees to speak to a Gareth Cunningham. The plant must be getting calls from angry locals.

"Are ya really Gareth, or are ya just wantin' ta yell at me for helpin' raise the devil incarnate?" Wayne sounds tired and Gareth feels bad for him.

"Eddie would love for you to call him that to his face when you see him again."

"Thank God, son," Wayne sounds relieved. He must recognize Gareth's voice. "Ya okay? No one's harrassin' ya, are they?"

"No. Listen Wayne, I'm going to say something crazy but please just listen and do your best to be casual. I know where Eddie is. Or, where he will be at eight tonight. He's.... not physically hurt but he's going to need you. He might hate me for telling you this but I had to."

There is a pause where all he hears through the phone is a long inhale followed by a slow exhale. "Mmm hmm. I appreciate yer concern and glad ta hear no one's botherin' ya just for knowin' Eddie."

Gareth is only confused for a moment before he realizes Wayne is trying to make this conversation sound routine from his end. "Just. He's going home. But please don't show up until after eight. If you... if you beat him home he might run. Try to keep you out of this, y'know?" Gareth is just lying now, but he's a teenage boy in a garage band that plays in a dingy bar at the edge of town. That is to say, he knows how to lie off the cuff.

"I read ya loud and clear. I'll let ya know as soon as Eddie's been found safe so ya can quit worryin'. I gotta get back to it, but thanks for reachin' out."

Gareth hangs up and looks to Erica. "Well. Let's hope I haven't ruined everything."

"Let's hope that you know Wayne as well as you think you do."

[baejax-the-great]

Anyone else get depressed thinking about how Achilles dying young was meant to be tragic because it was the wasted potential of the embodiment of cultured youth--beautiful, athletic, educated, musical, a healer--essentially the future of the Myceneans thrown away on the altar of violence, but history twisted it to make Achilles deserving of his death by focusing on (or inventing) his faults-prideful, unlikable, friendless-so that it was no longer a tragedy of what we lose when we prioritize war above all else, but rather a lesson in not mouthing off to our superiors

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

Cyberverse Grimlock

[fear-no-mort]

thinkign about how alone and unloved morty was for all his life and rick was the first time anyobdy ever put such an amount of intense attention and dependency onto him . and rick had a whole new family and losing them made him stop seeing the value in other people as a whole and morty was the one and first thing that woke him up