#and i wasnt going to wait around till the end of the night till he was finished

[imwetforyourmom]

I like the way you kiss me

summary: what could possibly happen in a bathroom, at a party, between two friends?

warnings: kissing, praising, public (?), swearing, song does not match up with the words whatsoever, dom!chris sub!reader, fem!reader, blow job, fwb, ASSUME YOU’RE ON THE PILL!!

IN HONOUR OF ARTEMAS’ NEW SONGG

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y/ns hands flatten on her dress, rubbing it down in either a nervous or cleaning her skirt manner.

this was a huge party, and who knows who could be here? chris maybe, her friends with benefits. no, he doesnt like parties he wouldnt come.

he mainly didnt like them because everyone was always in peoples personal space and the heavy smell of achohol and weed was always bothering him.

fuck. this wasnt normal, y/n shouldnt know this much about chris, hes simply a hookup.. a friends with benefits. which, theyre still friends, so she guesses its normal.

while thinking deeply about what she should and shouldnt know about chris, she accidentally bumped into a a tall figure. while trying to avoid other sweaty bodies.

“shit! sorry!” she spoke quickly, her body moving off the others just as fast.

her eyes scanned up his body, stopping at his face as her eyes scanning his facial features, quickly recognizing chris.

chris.

chris smirked, looking down at her.

“you look hot, mama” he spoke, his voice seductive. he wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her close to him.

“who you all dressed up for like that, hm?” he mumbled, speaking into the top of her head.

y/n quickly thought of her words, if she spoke truthfully, chris might spare her, and if she lied and said ‘for you’ he would know she wasnt expecting him here and edge her for hours on end, the next time they hooked up.

“me, I- uh, I wasnt expecting to see you here, chris.” she muttered, deciding to talk truthfully and give herself mercy.

“hm. well, now that im here. would you like to dance?” he hummed, his hand traveling off her waist and down her arm, wrapping his hand around hers, walking her with him to the dance floor.

“sure!” y/n answered, its not like she had a choice anyways, chris was already spinning her around and singing along with the music currently blasting through the speakers.

“I like the way you kiss me

I like the way you, uh

I like the way you kiss me”

oh.

this was y/n and chris’ song. the song. the song they always ended up fucking to. no matter where or the situation, she always found herself either ontop or under chris.

chris stared down at her, a knowing look on his face. a smirk slowly creeping onto his lips and his eyes trailed down her body once again, looking at how short her skirt was and how the neckline of her shirt cut off at.

he leant down and looked up, looking at others as his hips swayed with y/ns.

“would you like to fuck now or wait till later?” he whispered into her ear. knowing he was going to be able to fuck her at the end of the night, so in all honesty he didnt mind when she chose.

undoubtedly, y/n had been soaking wet for chris since he’d wrapped his arms around her waist and began talking to her in that deep yet seductive voice.

“now, please.” she mumbled.

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chris’ lips ontop of y/ns, in a rushed but passionate manner. her lips returning the needy kiss, a thousand thoughts running through her mind at once, but all she could focus on was just how wet she was feeling from just chris’ hard on pressing into her thigh.

she moaned into chris’ mouth unexpectedly from his tongue pushing past her lips and teeth, intertwining their tongues in a hot and messy kiss.

chris walked y/n into the door, pressing her back into it, making it all the more romantic whilst his lips engulfed hers. his hands frantic once they connected with her body, moving them all over her, wherever they possibly could.

not tryna be romantic

ill hit it from the back

just so you dont get attached

he bit onto her lip once more before pulling away and pushing her down onto her knees by her shoulders, gently but quickly. y/n made it easier for him and lowered herself, running her hands down him as she moved.

she ran her hands up and down his thighs, before quickly unbuckling his belt and pushing his jeans and boxers down altogether.

you bite my lip, just for the taste

you’re on your knees

im on the case

you take the heat, and with such grace

once his length is free and slaps his stomach she immediately wraps her mouth around his cock. wasting no time.

chris groans and places his hand on the top of her head, grabbing a fistful of her hair, he bobs her head up and down with force.

y/n wrapped her hand around what she couldnt fit inside her mouth. moving her hand up and down whilst chris moved her head up and down himself, her lips fully around his length and her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.

“fuck- y/n, you’re doing so good f’me” he praised, his fingertips lightly pressing into her scalp in a gentle motion, rewarding her I’d say.

she licked his underside aswell as sucking and bobbing her head up and down, making the experience all the more pleasureable for chris.

I like the way you kiss me

I can tell you miss me

I can tell it hits, hits, hits, hits

tears began collecting at y/ns waterline from the constant abuse to her throat.

with the experience y/n has at giving bjs to chris, she knows all his little weak spots, such as running her tongue tip under his tip.

“f-fuck, y/n- shit” he moaned, small grunts leaving his lips aswell.

“im- im cumming! fuc- fuck” he pushed her head further down, finally stopping when he was deep in her throat. throwing his head back, cumming down her throat.

y/n lightly sucked before she was pulled off him, using the grip chris had on her hair.

chris quickly moved his lips to hers again whilst he grabbed her waist and moved her over to the sink. he pulled away and pressed a quick kiss to her neck before bending her over the sink.

I like the way you kiss me, I can tell you miss me

I can tell it hits, hits, hits, hits

not tryna be romantic, I'll hit it from the back

just so you don't get attached

he ran his kisses down her back before stopping and pulling away around her lower back. he pushed her skirt up, giving him availablity to touch and grope her ass, aswell as moving her panties to the side.

and he does just that, his hands slither to her ass and grope it, before slapping it, then massaging the skin.

y/n whines impatiently, “chris, please” she spoke, her voice shaky with need.

“please what? hm? what do you want? use your words ma.” he teasingly spoke, knowing what she wanted.

“I want you, i want your cock. I need you. fuck, please chris.” with that chris pulled her panties to the side and ran his tip through her folds, collecting her arousal.

he slowly pushed in, his cock stretching out her walls as he pushed further and further in.

“fuck!” y/n moaned, the burning sensation throughout her body quickly changing into pleasure once chris began thrusting into her.

can we make a scene

can we make it loud

‘cause im so proud, baby,

im so proud of you

from the loud music playing in just the other room they had no reason to worry about being heard.

besides, the music was already enough but with the screaming and talking was even better. what better place than to fuck in a bathroom at a party? no one can hear the moans.

chris placed his hands on her hips, steadying her before thrusting harshly into her.

his pelvis hitting her ass, causing it to bounce with every thrust.

“god, y/n, you’re so pretty.” he mumbled, his eyes trained on her ass.

his hand traveled up her back and to her neck, he gently moved all her hair to her left shoulder so he could press his hot and wet kisses on her neck.

y/n moaned in response, too fucked out with his hard and such pleasureful thrusts to speak.

every two seconds chris would pull out almost all the way, before slamming back into her.

the sounds of skin slapping, moaning, whimpers and pants being the only sounds in the room.

y/ns hand gripped onto the sink edge whilst her other hand gripped onto the counter, holding so tight her knuckles and fingers were turning white.

“fuckk, chris” she moaned out, squeezing her eyes shut and feeding her bottom lip between her teeth, biting hard.

chris’ fingernails dug so deep into y/ns hips it was sure to leave red crescent moon shapes behind.

chris leaned back over to y/ns back and mumbled sweet nothings into her ear, his mouth slowly traveling from her ear down to her neck and shoulder, leaving wet and opened mouth kisses behind.

he kissed and sucked onto her shoulder and neck, leaving a deep purple color in its mark.

with the new angle he got deeper into y/n somehow, her velvety walls squeezing his cock in pure pleasure.

y/ns mouth hung open, drool dripping out of it every few minutes. her eyes lazily drooped open in pure bliss.

“chris- mhmmm, fuck, ‘m close” she whined, her voice awfully quiet and shaky.

“g- go ahead baby, im right behind you.” he answered, his face hanging in her neck as his collarbone was resting on her shoulder.

with that y/n let go and came all over his cock. with loud moans of his name and incoherent sentences.

with just hearing his name come from y/ns mouth like that was enough for him to cum, in which, he did.

he rested his body ontop of hers, not like he hasnt for the past few couple minutes, but now hes resting his entire body weight onto her.

“fuck, you did so good for me baby.” chris muttered, slowly getting off of y/n, aswell as pulling out of her slowly.

“mhh” y/n answered, still recovering from that heavily intense moment.

chris fixed her skirt and panties, then pulled his boxers and pants up.

he looked at her once more, his eyes scanning over her face, seeing the mascara running down her cheeks, the smeared lipstick and tear stained makeup all over her cheeks, proving that he fucked her just as good as he always has.

“you might wanna fix your makeup up some, sweetheart.” he pressed a kiss to her forehead, before opening and closing the door, leaving the bathroom and returning back to the party.

1883 words.

tags

@luverboychris @chrissturniolosfavoritesexdoll @meg-sturniolo @junnniiieee07 @leah-loves-lilies @mels22lunchbox @ssilentzom @haunted-headset @dollyspsychoxo @sturnib-tch @b2cute @genshin-addict

[amaramizuki666]

Dp x DC crossover

So Danny moves to Gotham for college and ends up in almost all the same classes tim is in. Danny also cant catch a brake from ghost issues while in Gotham.

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Tim stared at the boy in the seat in front of him. Daniel 'Danny' Fenton, majoring in criminal justice, and astrophysics. He was 5'5, had black hair, blue eyes, and was covered in freckles.

The reason tim was so interested in the guy was (no not because he had a crush. SHUT UP JASON!) Danny always looked like he'd drop dead at any moment. His eye bags where worse than Tim's own, and his skin was deathly pale. Tim swore sometimes he saw Danny's lips turn blue.

And danny constantly falling asleep in class certainly didnt help his worrys. The reason tim was stareing at danny now was because tim noticed a bruise around Danny's wrist in the shape of a hand. Was someone hurting Danny? Tim wasnt sure but he was going to find out.

The bell rung and danny left the room, tim waiting a few moments before following him. Was tim stalking his classmate? Mabey. But not like in a creepy way hes just worried.

It's totally not creepy at all to follow your unsuspecting classmate who you have only had a handful of conversations with into a dimly lit, empty library. Right?

Tim waited only a few moments to follow danny through the dubble doors of the library sticking low and to the shadows (which clinged to him to help conceal him). He looked around for a moment till he spotted danny in one of the darker corners, facing away from him.

He got closer and noticed glowing blobs of light , green, Lazarus green light floated around danny. "You know I thought when I moved here I could stop the whole sleepless nights thing, but nope instead I'm dealing with even more ghost shit." Tim heard danny rant quietly and watched one of the blobs come out of his sleeve wrapping its tail? Around his brused wrist.

"At least I have you guys" Danny's voice carried a gentiles, one tim hasnt heard from the boy. (Tim oh so wished danny would use that voice with him. NO NOT BECAUSE HE FELL HARDER THAN THAT TIME DAMIAN CUT HIS CORD SHUT UP JASON!).

Tim felt like he was intruding, even though his brain begged for him to dig into danny and learn all he can about him and what the hell was happening, he also didnt want to disturb this moment of peice.

Tim took a step back ready to retreat for the moment. When he stepped on a stray pencil. A creak, a loud echo of the pencil snapping beneath his boot its sent through the library.

Danny's head snaps to tim so fast hes worried the boy gave himself whiplash. Tim froze and so did danny. The stared at eachother studying one another.

Tim's breath caught in his throat. Danny's eyes where glowing a Lazarus green, his ears where pointed, and his freckles glowed like stars. Danny looked beautiful.

Danny had a awkward smile on his lips "um hi I can explain?" Danny says an anxiety filled laugh following after. "Please do" tim says.

He wont press danny for answers, he is already anxious enough, tim isnt Bruce. But he will listen to any information danny is willing to give. Which ends up being a lot. Apparently danny has a trauma dumping issue, but that's fine tim has dated worse. He did date stephanie after all.

[sucker4sixx]

Raising hell

Pt.9

Plot: the end of things.. maybe

Warnings: fat shaming, aggression, punishment, smut

You wake up hungover and feeling low, everything nikki said the day before still on your mind as you watch him getting changed at the bottom of the bed, you watch the back of his head till he turns round, when his eyes focus of your face he smiles and crawls in beside you “morning angel” he cuddles you close, kissing your neck gently “nikki.. stop, we arent together” you squirm. He pulls away and smiles “not yet.. im going to speak to the guys today and tell them that i really do like you” he sits up, feeling sure about this decision “no.. dont, its for the best if we arent anyway” nikki laughs nervously “dont be silly darlin, ive told them to come to the room-“ “why?! So you can call me fat to my face?!” You snap, jumping up “no baby, listen.. i had to say that so they didnt catch on-“ “oh shut up, i dont give a shit.. look, we should go back to hating eachother.. its what we do best.” You brush your hair quickly, nikki sitting speechless on the bed as he watches you leave.

You pack your stuff and head to the airport, sitting silently in the cab that your whole band sat in, mel watching you like a disappointment mother. After the wait in the airport you get on the plane and thank god.. nikkis a few seats across from you but tommy sits beside you, smiling in amusement when he sees you “fatty! Hey!” He laughs “tommy..” you give a small, un-genuine smile. During the flight tommy eats half the planes stock and runs around like a child, shouting over to nikki who sits next to mel. When tommy goes to the bathroom mel sits beside you and scans your face “just spoke to nikki” she says, her expression unreadable “yeah?” You ask nervously and she nods.

“Youve ended things then?” You glance over to nikki who looks over at you both, looking more tired than usual “yup.. for the best” mel pats your shoulder “good girl, i knew youd grow to hate him again”

When you get to the hotel rooms nikkis not in the one beside yours but across, walking the same way and its silent, you miss having fun with him but after everything he done you couldnt bring yourself to look at him. That night the bands go out but all you want is to avoid nikki so you stay inside, having a bottle of wine to yourself but it doesnt give you the buzz you wanted, it makes you want to be held by nikki again so you spend the night crying in your room, missing his warm, soft body.

You wake up in the morning, disappointed you didnt get woken up to him knocking your door and begging for forgiveness, pushing past it all you get up and get dressed, going out for a walk. Although you get stopped every 5 minutes for an autograph you continue to walk, being away from it all really clearing your head before the show. You walk to the arena since it wasnt far, getting there before everyone else to do your makeup and get your stage gear on, wanting a few drinks.

When mötley crüe arrive with whitesnake (who were also touring with you both) they walk by you “hey fatty” vince smiles, winking “fuck off barbie” you spit back and they just continue walking. You wait at the side of the stage to watch whitesnake and get shoved out the way, nikki pushing you aggressively to get by. “What the fuck what that for!” He turns round “couldnt get by you” he narrows his eyes and keeps walking. Mel spots you shaking with rage after it just happened “hey, whats up?” You turn round, only seeing red “we need to fuck their set up” she laughs and moves in closer “easy there tiger, we dont want a law suit or whatever.. they can do that you know?” You shake your head “i dont care.. ive got the perfect plan”

Your on before the crüe but this time you dont pull nikki on the stage, after you wait unpatiently for your rival band to start, hiding behind the curtain that bunches at the corners of the backstage. Three songs in and your plan begins, you have scissors and find the cord for nikkis bass, counting to five you cut it and sprint to your dressing room, hearing the bass cut out if the live set.

You soon hear nikkis voice booming in the hall way, youve never heard him this mad so you pull out a magazine to act natural and hide the scissors. Not long untill nikkis bursting into your dressing room “you little bitch!” He screams “w-what? What are you talking about?” nikki stalks towards you and towers above you “dont act stupid! Why the fuck are you trying to sabotage me!?” He grabs you and pins you against the wall “im not! But im sure if i was it would be perfectly reasonable!” His grip on your shoulders tighten “you know, i never liked you but im just starting to realise how much of alittle cunt you really are!” You swing for him but miss, his eyes filling with rage as he grasps your fist, pinning your hands above your head. His manager runs around, frantically looking for him.

“I never liked you nikki! I never did!” You shout as he corners you completely, his face inches from yours “you sure liked me when i was 7inches deep in your cu-“

“Nikki! Get back on stage!” Doc shouts from beside you both, nikki throwing you across the dressing room and storming back onto stage to continue. Doc death stares you as he leaves your room and you leave the arena earlier than everyone else, before nikki can finish his set.

*BANG BANG*

You hear on your hotel door, you open it in your pj shorts and a crop top, expecting it to be mel but its nikki, looking like a bull who just seen red. He pushes by you and slams the door “ive fucking had it with you!” He shouts and pushes you back “get out of my room!” Nikki laughs angrily “no, no i wont!” He walks around and starts trashing the hotel room, smashing the vases and the tv into the ground. Nikkis ego is huge so when he’s humiliated publicly it sets him off badly. “Nikki stop! Your fucking crazy” “you embarrassed me.. infront of thousands of people tonight!” He stops for two seconds, stalking towards you. “Telling me like i.. give a fuck!” You push him backwards and he grabs you, shoving you onto the bed.

“Fucking stop it!” You struggle as sits down and pins you in place over his lap, he pulls down your shorts and smacks your ass hard as you cry out “bad girl!” He punishes you, youd be lying if you said it didnt turn you on but the force of his slaps made you cry. “Stupid brat.. stupid, stupid toy” he plunges two fingers into you, fingering you fast as you gasp and claw the bed, moaning. “N-nikki.. stop!” You kick your legs around, trying to squirm out of his grasp even though it felt so good. “Stop struggling. Take your punishment.” You give in and moan into the sheets, his two, large fingers slamming inside you.

“Good girl.. take it. You feel my fingers inside that tight little cunt?” You moan and nod “what about when i do this?” He holds his fingers still and flicks both of them against your g spot, making you jump and gasp “f-fuck!” “Language!” He shouts back, smacking your ass again, you whimper into the sheets.

When you cum he discards you on the sheets and stands up “i hope you learned your lesson” you reach up to him, wanting after care “nope.. bad girls dont deserve aftercare” he watches you for a few seconds before leaving your room.

@thebsttrashpanda

[theblue-hours]

Ox1=LOVESONG | choi yeonjun

till the end of the world,

all of nothing, i want all of you.

or when yeonjun is a stupid fool who ran away from the one he needed most.

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[tomorrow x together - 0x1=LOVESONG]

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[tomorrow x together - deja vu]

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sorry for any mistakes as i worked on this at like 4/5 in the morning lol

this is hella indulgent but reader can be inserted!

i love yeonjun so might as well bring out my delulus some how PFT!

especially seeing them in concert in la on 05/22/24 <3

enjoy. also posted on my ao3 @ eternallys x

warnings - none, other than it is a bit angst but has a happy ending!

from this bottomless pit,

you’re the on1y shining gold

now i can’t stop thinking about you

when i’m sinking alone..

another morning.

another afternoon.

another evening.

another night.

another week.

he stared at the screen. nothing.

he stared up at the ceiling. nothing but a white wall that held many secrets within them and the unspoken emotions embedded in the drywall; a place of promise.

silence fell on deaf ears. he chuckled dryly, running a hand through his black hair as his jaw clenched.

“yeonjun.”

his eyes looked up at the voice that called him. beomgyu. beomgyu sat next to yeonjun, tossing his arm around the older male’s shoulders in comfort and all yeonjun could do was stare at him - no emotion on his face.

“nothing?” beomgyu asked, concern laced in his voice and body language. he was always so worried about his older brother and friend as yeonjun was so deep into his feelings and sorrows that he forgotten about his personal life that didn't evolve her - his social life, his friends, his family, his career.

“i love you, why can’t you see that?”

the words played in his mind over and over. the way she said that, heartbroken with tears in her eyes that was caused about him and he had nobody to blame other than himself. after that day, he beat himself for running away, turning his back on the only person that was there for him in his time of need that wasn’t soobin, beomgyu, taehyun, and hueningkai. he left her waiting at the finish line. why was he so cowardly? why did he run away from her when all she was doing was speaking her truth to yeonjun?

yeonjun looked over at beomgyu with a soft non-humored laugh, “nothing. i don’t know what else to do. i’ve sent numerous texts and she won't even look at them let alone respond to them. i fucked up big time. i’m not sure why i ran away the way i did, was it the fear or my own insecurities?”

i'm full of problems, love sick

no way to go

i was fine to die, i’m a loser in this game

the only (one) rule of this world..

“that's something you have to figure out yourself.” if only it was that easy to yeonjun.

the duo sat there in silence for a few moments before yeonjun decided that he would just go to where he knew she would be. he chuckled softly to himself and got up from the spot off the couch beside of beomgyu was too busy on his phone yet he looked up at his older friend curiously. “where are you going?” he asked, putting his phone down beside him as he watched yeonjun put on his jacket and his shoes.

yeonjun looked at beomgyu and smiled softly. it was the first time he smiled in so long and it made beomgyu smiled back at him to see his friend have a smile on his face. “to make things right.” he said with such confidence and determination that it had beomgyu look at him curiously as yeonjun stepped out of the dorm.

yeonjun sped walked. he had so much pep and determination in his walk towards the front door of the outside world that people around him looked after him in wonder and all he could do was keep his head up high. he hoped that his intuition wasnt failing him as he thought about two possible locations where she would be. he hoped that what he would say in person wouldn't make things worse between the both of them. he knew it was risky but anything for her; he would go through hell and back if it meant for her to smile at him fondly again - to look at yeonjun with love and not hurt and disappointed. yeonjun hoped that he wouldn't freeze in fear and instead he hoped to embrace her with all that he had in him to show that she was all he ever wanted and needed; he just hoped that she didn't hate him. though, he wouldn't blame her if she did as he messed up big time. how stupid.

yeonjun ran a hand through his messy hair as the crisp spring wind blew in his hair, the sides of his head shaved down in an undercut, causing him to shiver just a bit yet he wasn't sure it was because of the nerves of anxiety or the weather. he pulled his phone out of his pocket checking the time with a soft huff and furrowed brows. he wasn't sure what he was looking for as he knew she wouldn't text him back after numerous attempts to contacting her.

yeonjun continued his determined journey down the busy sidewalks and past people with furrowed brows as his eyes kept focused on a particular area; the river nearby. he ran across the street and behind a building where the river flowed down the dam in a soft stream. he stepped foot on the sidewalk and looked around at the oblivious bystanders on the sand, some eating ramen and some taking in the nice scenery before them. he let out a soft huff once more and walked to his right to a more secluded area of the river where he hoped to see her.

the male damn near ran up the stairs to a quiet area that had an overview of the river and the city. he panted softly as he made it to the top. he looked around once more, eyes passing all the faces that he could see in his line of vision. he walked past some of the trees that covered the beaming sun, scooping over the scene before him before his feet paused in his tracks.

there she was.

long curly hair laid on her shoulders as she leaned against the railing watching people on the beach with earbuds in her ears that was adored in silver earrings, his jacket wrapped tightly around her top half as the wind seemed to pick up, above her simple black top, legs covered by a pair of blue jeans and feet covered by black converse. even in casual wear, it was like the world around yeonjun paused and it was nothing but her; he thought she was the most beautiful woman he ever had the pleasure to lay his eyes on and that said a lot as he is around lots of women on a daily basis.

yeonjun’s voice seemed to get stuck in his voice as he stood there speechless, watching her dip her head down to rest on her arms as she continued to look at the world below her. he subconsciously began to walk towards her slowly. god, why was this so hard for him right now?

the hole in my soul begins to mend

frigid air starts to thaw, in this world of zero

i found warmth that's you

take all of me

girl, i need you..

he wanted to so desperately reach out quickly to embrace her frame in his arms but he wanted to take his time; he shouldn't rush. but fuck was it hard when all he wanted to do was kiss the life out of her and never let her slip out of his hold ever again - he just needed to stop being so foolish - as beomgyu would say.

as he got closer to her, his voice wavered in his throat yet he knew she wouldn't be able to hear him as she had music pretty much blasting in her ears as she was deep into her own little world. his palms was sweaty and he laughed non humoredly to nobody in particular at how nervous he was. he was choi yeonjun, he was barely nervous talking to women yet when it came to her.. it was like she put some kind of lovesick spell on him that he didn't know what to do with himself and that worried him. what the fuck was he gonna say?

it seemed like the universe was against him because as he was getting closer, she felt a presence near her, making her turn her head into yeonjun’s direction. there goes that feeling again when time seems to stop. she looked at him with wide eyes as she leaned off the railing, taking out of her earbuds and into the case, shoving it into her pocket and as she did so, their eyes never once left each other’s.

“yeonjun,” her voice barely over a whisper called out to yeonjun. he studied her features closely as he walked closer, with more confidence in his walk until he stood in front of her. he towered over her. it was cute. her breath hitched into her throat as she looked away from his intense gaze, looking back at the water. “what are you doing here?” she asked softly, leaning back over the railing to distract herself from getting too emotional as she felt her emotions getting the best of her; him being next to her was getting her overwhelmed.

what could he possibly say to her? right now. why now?

yeonjun finally tore his gaze from her and looked everywhere else but her, trying to hold back what he wanted to do. he ran his hand through his hair once more and sighed softly. now was now or never and he wasn't gonna be foolish anymore and leave her hanging like he did a few weeks prior - no, he was better than that. he was raised better than that. his mother and aunt would be so disappointed in him.

“i came to make things right between us. i shouldn't have ran away from you when all you were doing was telling me about how you felt about me,” yeonjun began, leaning against the rail beside her yet kept some kind of distance between them. he could smell her perfume. she smelled of vanilla and raspberry; a scent all too familiar to him as he's been near her for a long time to know that was her favorite scent ever since he recommended it to her so long ago. “i should’ve just talked to you about how i was feeling, but instead i was stupid.” he said, staring off into the distance yet kept his eye onto her from his peripheral vision.

she stood quiet for a minute to take in yeonjun’s words. she let a small smile come to her face yet she wasn't sure if it was from happiness or sadness. she looked down at her fingers before she let out a soft hum and sighed softly, turning her head to look over at yeonjun. he looked handsome with his bare face out and his undercut showing as the wind blew through his hair. yeonjun felt her gaze on him as he turned to meet her soft brown eyes. he wasn't sure what emotion was there yet he still felt the urge to reach over to cup her cheek, yet decided against it.

“i would be lying to you if i said that you didn't hurt me when you did. i have thought about that moment since then and i would question myself, trying to seek some kind of answer from soobin, as to what i did so wrong? why you couldn't bring yourself to talk to me about what you were feeling but i had to hear it from him that you were just scared,” she said softly, pausing as she felt tears welling into her eyes as she chuckled softly, looking down at her feet before looking away to stare off into the distance and all he could do was listen. it was the least yeonjun could do after leaving her behind like that. she sighed louder as she blinked her eyes rapidly to push her tears back into her eyes.

“is it really fear, i thought maybe you were shocked? i don't know. scared of what? your feelings towards me? you left me like that and all i could do was stare at you as you walked away from me yeonjun. not even an explanation, not even telling me what was wrong with you. if you didn't feel the same way about me..” she cried softly. she shook her head as she laughed in disbelief, looking down at their feet. yeonjun’s heart broke and if the world could hear, they would cry with her. “if you didnt feel the same about me, you could have said so instead of being a fucking asshole and walking away from me.” she said angrily, her tears sliding down her cheeks as she shoved at yeonjun’s shoulder. it wasn’t rough but it was enough for him to stumble back a little and catch himself from falling as he held the railing in his hands.

yeonjun’s gaze never left her face even as she cried. he didn't want to push any boundary she had, he so desperately wanted to touch her. to hold her but first, he knew that she needed a space to rant about how she felt. he sighed softly and carefully yet gently grabbed her hand as she softly cried into her other hand, sniffling. he looked into her teary eyes and kissed the back of her soft hand, pulling her closer to his body. “honey, my lilac,” he started, kissing her hand a few times. “listen to me carefully okay? it is true that i ran away because i was scared but that's because i didn’t wanna scare you off. i felt as though i was not good enough for you and i should've just been honest from the start and i ran like a stupid fool and i'm sorry, i love you too you know?” he said genuinely, giving her a soft smile as he used his free hand to wipe away the tears that fell from her pretty doll eyes that he adored so much.

the girl known as lilac - his lilac - looked up at yeonjun in shock. she sniffed softly and looked away from his gaze with a soft pout on her lips. yeonjun looked at her confused yet continued to keep her body close. he waited on her terms. lilac looked back at him, voice coming out soft and quiet as she stepped forward, taking her hand away from his to wrap around his broad shoulders, looking up at him with doe eyes, blinking away stray tears that desperately clinged to her long eyelashes. yeonjun’s hands carefully wrapped around her lower back, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to steady his breathing.

“you’re not just saying that because that's what i wanna hear you say right? you’re not just playing some sick joke on me yeonjun? do you actually mean it?” she asked, her voice almost coming out desperate. and god, yeonjun was taking everything in him to not just kiss the breath out of her but he knew he had to say what he needed to say first. he shouldn't rush into this, he shouldn't have done a lot of things but he was trying to reasonable in this moment. he liked to taking his time but damn, she was making it hard. the way she looked up at him had his stomach doing backflips, his palms rubbing against the fabric of the jacket that belonged to him, that was keeping her warm. how can one be so pretty? an angel indeed.

yeonjun chuckled softly and smiled down at his lilac. he used one of his hands to push back a curl away from her eyes as she continued to stare up at him almost intensely. she was waiting and he knew she was. now or never yeonjun. “i’m not kidding. i’m being serious. i wouldn’t have came all this way to chase after you to tell you that i fucking love you. you’re my one and only.” he said, shyly smiling down at her, carefully pulling her body flushed against his own to feel her body warmth.

lilac smiled and giggled up at yeonjun. she felt on cloud nine that he felt the same way. no more worrying late nights with tears streaming down her face because she missed yeonjun. no more feeling that she wasn’t good enough for him - for his love. his love that she desperately always wanted and dreamed about. the years that she spent next to him as his best friend, wanting to be more than just a shoulder to cry on. no more thinking how it's amazing how somebody like yeonjun can break her heart and still love him with all the little pieces he caused.

her hands tangled themselves into his hair. she looked into his eyes once more and he knew that look; he had seen it before. a long time ago in a heated moment of desire. yeonjun smiled and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead before pressing another one to her nose and finally her lips.

his heart was beating out of his chest and he was sure that his lilac could feel it through their clothes as he pressed his body more into hers, turning them so that her back rested against the railing beside them. she pulled away from his face to lay her head against his chest, looking out into the open as her fingers played with the back of his head, his arms immediately wrapping around her smaller frame, a stupid smile on his face.

“i love you stupid.”

“i love you too.”

he wasn't a loser anymore. he knew what he wanted. and he was gonna learn how to love properly.

all or nothing, i give all of you

i know i love you..

[sammy-lawrence-child]

BATIM/BATDR ship headcannons????

-i am not doing every single god damn ship so i'm only doing ones that i actually like. Also the BATDR ones are purely what everyone else theorizes or what I think personally about what happens after-

Sammy x Norman:

- Sammy's defiantly a bottom ong

-Norman does most of the cleaning up after se-

-Their first kiss was purely accident, Sammy was facing a different way while Norman was coming over to ask him something. Sammy turned and BLAM they kissed

-Norman towers over Sammy.

-Whenever Sammy tries to tease Norman, he teases him back, making Sammy flustered.

-At first glance Sammy looks like the dom/teasing one and Norman the Sub/easily flustered one. In reality its the complete opposite.

-Neither of them actually confessed. Norman invited Sammy to lunch one day, they had a good time, went for a walk around NY, went to Normans house, kissed, fucked, then boom dating.

-(in machine) Sammy tried to convince Norman to pray to bendy once...it ending in a hour long chase, a little fucking, then Sammy getting killed

-(After BATDR) Norman didnt get his body back cause..idk...so Sammy just carries him on his shoulder or holds him since he can't walk anymore *o^o poor Norman*

Susie x Sammy:

-Susie hinted for the longest time about her liking him, Sammy just thought she was weird

-Their first date was in the recording booth while working after time, their first REAL date was at a nice little dinner.

-Susie once made Sammy a chocolate cake..just for Wally to eat it *not referencing to the game at all*

-Sammy's first kiss with Susie was the day after getting hammered..and still being a little drunk the next day...

-Susie normally wears flats, but when she wears heals she's taller than Sammy by half an inch

-(in machine) Susie once caught Sammy in her domain, so she went out of her way to hunt him down, flirt with him, get things all loving, then stabbed him in the chest, took his mask off, then left. *we love sammy abuse >v<*

-(After BATDR) After Susie got her memories back the first thing she did was kiss Sammy, stab him in the shoulder than go apologize to everyone (Henry, Buddy, 'Allison', ext.)

Henry x Linda:

-Highschool sweethearts ong

-Their first kiss was at night with the NY lights all around them..or underneath a tree getting ready for the fall weather.

-They waited till after marriage to have kids

-Henry proposed to her while on vacation to somewhere that wasnt at JDS or NY

-They had two kids, a boy and a girl *....no i am NOT getting that from a really good comic that you guys should defiantly go read...*

-(in machine) Henry would fiddle with his wedding ring whenever he was sad, nervous or thought about Linda

-(After BATDR) Audrey made an ink version of Linda so that Henry would have his love with him forever

Allison x Thomas:

-They first met after Allison almost face planted into the floor cause she slipped on ink

-Wally set up their first work date. Which was just moving table and chairs to the side then playing music on a record player. Not so romantic but Allison enjoyed it.

-Thomas is actually really quiet, unless it's just him and Allison

-They got married after they got fired from JDS

(Ink clones)

-Alison doesn't mind that Tom can't talk, they actually made up a system for them to talk to each other

(After BATDR)

-Allison and Tom had gotten the memory's of Alison Pedal and Thomas Connor after Audrey took control. So they decided to have their own mini wedding. Which Henry was the priest, Sammy composed music, Alice(Susie)the bridesmaid and Buddy the best man, and Dappers the ring barrier.

[jayzissleppy]

i'll wait forever..

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 🫧 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

includes ; hongjoong x reader, your ex boyfriends brother trope, hongjoong has been in love with you for months, confessions, fluff and a little speck of angst pet names: princess

a/n ; i literally wrote this on call with my friend while we were just fooling around writing diary entry's and i decided to edit and publish it !

words: ___

summary: your boyfriend seongwha cheated on you hours before and you thought you needed some air, so while you sat on your porch at night taking in the silence, you received a visitor.

you sat out on the porch of your house. you needed air, and a lot. this would probably be the most agonising night you'd ever have... he cheated. seongwha cheated.. and not with just anyone... the girl he told you not to worry about.

while zoning out with the cold air and silence you heard a knock on the window and turned to see where its from..

"y/n.. are you okay?' it was hongjoong. seongwha's younger brother.

"did he send you here." you replied sternly. 

"no, i came here on my own"

"well you shouldn't have."

"i brought you your favourite snacks" he said lightly throwing a basket with a pink bow to your poarch. 

"...." 

"where my thank you?" he said.. i could hear the smile in his voice.. the smile that always taunted me when i was over... the smile i fell for. 

"thank you.."  

"so, can i come up?" he said already almost at top

"i dont mind.." you replied.

your breath hitched as he got closer to the top.. his blue hair glowing under the moonlight.. you immediately felt comfortable..you were safe with him.

"why are you crying, princess?" 

"hongjoong.."

he sat next to you, taking your face in both of his hands. 

"your going to be okay"

you cried.. cried.. and cried and who sat there for you while i cried. hongjoong..

"princess.." he said, you could hear the worry in his voice 

"dont cry over a man who didnt deserve you" 

"but he was the only man who made me feel like i was worthy of being loved.." you replied wiping your tears.

"i guess you never looked my way.." he lightly laughed.

"what.." you said, breathless.

"y/n.. ive been here, ive loved you. i love your smile when you look at me, even if it was as just friends.. i love the way your laugh echoes through the walls even if it wasnt for me. i love when you dress up for pretty dates, dates i only wish i took you on.. y/n. ive loved you."

"... hongjoong"

"i know this isnt the right time and im sorry but i cant let you cry over someone so shitty..you only deserve the best.. even if its not me. i was and forever will be lucky to have loved a girl like you"

"..hongjoong.."

"i know its bad but-"

"hongjoong!... let me finish.." you sigh "i regretted ever moment i stepped into that house and it wasnt for you, every time i got dolled up i thought how you'd react. i only came on somedays cause i knew seongwha wouldnt be home.. i came there for you."

"... your not kidding right?" he said shaking

"hongjoong.. im not ready to be in another relashinship yet and especially with my ex's brother, but.. if your ever willing to wait for me, please do.."

"ill wait for as long as you need, ill sit up and watch the moon dissapear and the sun rise, id wait till the end of the earth if it means i get to love you"

you take his hand in yours, his hands are freezing. 

"should we head inside?" you ask pulling him up off the ground

"id like that" he says with that loving smile on his face

*bzz...bzzz* 

hongjoongs phone screen lights up 

 .hwa is calling

you look up at him signaling he can answer

"where are you" seongwha asks

"why do you care.."

" you better not be with her"

"sorry but he is, i mean..why wouldn't he be." you say into the phone, ending the call.

you take his hand and lead him inside your room. 

"do you need a hoodie?, your freezing" 

"..."

"what are you looking at me like that for you"

"your..wow."

"what" you say giggling

"y/n, im being so serious right now, but i dont think i can wait. please. "

".."

you lean up and give him a quick kiss on his check.

"wait just a little longer?"you say smiling up at him. 

he tackles you onto your bed, digging his face into your neck gigling.

"ill wait forever for you"

note: i know this was short but im working on another book right now and i just wanted to leave t his here, please be nice with the criticism, i didnt have much motivation to write this, as i said i wrote it for fun on call with my friend, thank you for taking the time to read this !

[lemon-sugarcoats-nothing]

🐝vent

My night was awful. It started out Okay; i was at my grandma's apartment to see my dad and we played some games. Came home to mom's car not being in it's spot. My brothers and I assume she went to go run an errand, so we go inside, find her boyfriend, and unwind from being out all day. I was dealing with friend drama at that point too.

Half an hour later my mom calls me and tells me what to make for dinner, because she's out at a local "Social club" (Bar, but members only) with a friend. I think, "Great, maybe she wont drink though. She's been going sometimes and only having one".

7:30 passes. At 8 my brother asks me when we should make dinner, neither of us are hungry so we postpone.

8:30 passes, we make dinner because it's getting late. While we're making the food, friend drama dies off and they start joking around in the gc -all good and at that point i was ready to have a relaxing end of the evening.

9:30 passes. My friend moves a virtual birthday party for an acquaintance up half an hour (10) so i get started doing dishes. While im getting ready to do them, i start hearing noises and voices in the "back room" (small room at the back of the house that has the back back door, connected to the kitchen through another door) but no one's coming in. I cant tell if they're crying, laughing or just talking, but someone kept leaning on the door. I waited.

9:45 my mom opens the door and stumbles in; i immediately notice she. is. drunk. Her face is flushed, she was having trouble walking in the door, and she was slurring her words. I dont remember what the first thing she said was, but shortly after her friend also walks in. Her friend was tall (pretty) and significantly less drunk, i dont even know if she was tipsy. But it was a bit of a relief she was here too. My mom went upstairs -struggling- her friend followed a minute after. They came back down after my mom gave her a tour of the house, and then they went to the backroom to talk.

So far, so good right?

I was still uncomfortable so i finish dishes and other night-time responsibilities (Feeding the rabbits and refilling their water), then take my computer and phone to my room to camp out till morning (and for the birthday call).

Sometime during beginning of the call (10:15ish?) i start to hear arguing downstairs. Now, my room is above the kitchen, i have a "back room" to my room and i can usually hear when people are arguing in that room, from p much anywhere in my room. Sound carries. I couldnt make out everything they were saying, but it was b a d , and at one point my mom came inside the house shouting, and up the stairs shouting, and slammed doors so hard it shook the walls of my room, "[friend's name] Fuck you, [boyfriend's name] Fuck you. FUCK ALL OF YOU". My friends on call all heard it.

So im trying not to have a panic attack while getting a link for everyone to watch the movie Birthday boy picked out, and while we watch the movie the argument is still going but downstairs or in mom's room i dont remember. I had one earmuff off on my headphones so i can listen if she starts coming to my room for an argument, i pulled up an audio recording app just in case, because at this point I'm scared of a repeat of 21st of last month.

At some point it dies down, my mom left briefly, came back and was still pissed off but not slamming doors, just muttering things i didnt make out. She never came to my room because i wasnt supposed to have my computer in my room past 11 (it died at 11:20 anyway, in the middle of the movie, sad) nor am i supposed to have my phone there ever (she never notices, im about to be 18 anyway, my mom stopped caring with my older brother when he turned 18).

I stayed in my room the whole night, door closed. I dont close my door unless im doing....things, or unless im scared of what's on the outside of my room. But this causes problems in the summer and winter because my room isnt temperature controlled; the backroom to my room is unfinished, theres a crack in the side wall and a big gap in the door going to it. Heating doesnt go to my room, so closing the door = closing out all the nice warm air. I was cold.

I also was supposed to clean the bathroom last night. I was going to do it after dishes and before going to the virtual party, but my brother got shouted at for opening the back room door while my mom was in it (He was trying to take out the trash), and i didnt want to have to deal with her drunk ass while asking if anyone needed to use the restroom before it gets taken over for 30 mins to get cleaned.

So yeah i had a bad night. Im exhausted, i was exhausted before the shit with my mom happened, Im exhausted after having a small panic attack, Im exhausted from trying to figure out what room my mom was in, I'm exhausted from holding my pee all night because i was scared i'd run into her, Im fucking. exhausted.

[kaatu-sirukki]

a story similar to the time i drunk texted

it was a cold night outside that kept sakata gintoki in his house. random days of the month kagura tends to go on family trips with her biological father and shinpach is usually never seen at night. otae offers from time to time for gintoki to stay over at their place but he hesitates to take up the offer. in the end he doesnt want to be indebted to them (though theres countless times where he has been indebted). usually on the nights alone he tended to go to pachinko parlors wasting the hours till he had to go back home to sleep. it was a mundane routine but such routine was what kept gintoki from thinking too much.

he sat on the couch, the tv at a quiet level droning out any uncomfortable silence that lingered in the place. he had a bottle of sake next to him which he was too lazy to find a cup and decided to drink it from the bottle. the tv was playing titanic, not that gintoki was paying much attention. the lack of a cup blinded the amount of sake he was consuming almost a half a bottle in by himself. he knew that if he kept going itll bite him back in the ass later (especially because he and shinpachi have a small job assigned for them in twelve hours) but this far in he stopped caring.

he grabbed his phone. usually he doesnt use the piece of junk, he thinks that its hard to maintain and is hard to communicate with. he scrolled through his contacts, the first name that popped up was gorilla. gin made a mental note to himself to delete that stalkers name from the phone. he kept scrolling ticking off mentally on who would pick up and who would be a weirdo.

he landed on the name “TOSHI.” he doesnt remember adding hijikata’s number to his phone which made it more intriguing to call and bother. he manages to type out “hey what are you doing” double checking it a few times before clicking the send button. he places the phone down and waits.

‘how does kagura do it….’ he wonders his stomach full of butterflies in fear of the response his phones gonna give. his mind has already produced a thousand different scenarios from how hijikata will respond ranging from the man sending nudes to him barging in with the shinsengumi to arrest him for indecency. to be fair, he wasnt acting indecent (yet) just curious and want to catch up with the only one he knows of his age, or so he mentally gaslights himself knowing deep well that he wanted to see a reaction from the latter. he hears a small “ping” from the phone and his hands fly to reach for it.

‘?’

‘finished patrol.’ he gets two messages back to back.

‘lets talk’ he types and waits

‘no’

‘lets talk’ he tries again

this time he gets a call from TOSHI.

“hello-” gintoki starts

“this better be serious and good news that your either dying of your sugar addiction or that your ready to commit seppuku” he hears the man say angrily. gintoki lost the mental gamble and got hijikata toshiro (annoyed) a said toshiro that wouldnt kill you in an instant like hijikata toshiro (angry) but would watch you die with a smile on his face.

“come over” he tries to say nonchalantly. he would rather die then let hijikata know that hes actually scared shitless because of what the other is capable of doing

“im not some whore” he hears him scowl on the line

“lonely” he only says one word. hes not in the right headspace to mess around with hijikata. he wants something wether it comes from his ‘sworn’ enemy or not.

“im coming” hijikata picks up the difference in gintokis voice immediately. he knows him too well to know when hes serious and versus when hes not. he knows him too well that if hes serious something bad is going to happen or has happened.

hijikata uturns out of the house and back to the car. he barely made it inside when he got cryptic messages from a number he didnt even know he had. and somehow the same number was the one making him drive to a different city at 11pm when he could have gotten to bed and been two dreams in. the roads are empty so hes able to make it faster and he slowly climbs the stairs up to the apartment. he knows that gintoki isnt an idiot to not hear the faint creeks up the stairwell but he still fears that someone might be watching them. the door is unlocked and he calls out for his name.

hijikata with adequate sleep would never make a choice like this to just show up to the person he ‘swears he hates’ house. but here he is. maybe internally he didnt hate him or maybe internally he was lonely. he wasnt fond of sex or love. his times have only been at shinsengumi parties where the shinsengumi hired sex workers. usually he has to be drunk to the point of forgetting to have sex. to him nothing mattered enough for him to do, unless it involved his cigarettes or mayonnaise.

he hears gintoki walk to the front of the door, hair more disheveled as normal and stumbling his way forward.

‘hes been drinking’ the latter wonders only to get the half drinken bottle shoved to his face. he hears gintoki giggle a little.

“oi i dont know where the cups.. the cups are. just drink this from bottle” he manages to slur out the words. it seems that the alcohol was hitting harder then a twenty mins back when he got the phone call. he feels gintoki put his arms around his shoulders as he drags him to the living room with a dimly lit candle and a television light for luminosity. he sits on the floor leaning his back on the wall as he feels gintoki place his head on his shoulder.

hijikata’s body is tense. the air felt too intimate for the usual nature of the two.

“wheres china and glasses” he manages to say

“kagura is… shes uh with her dad….” gintoki pauses to collect his thoughts. “pachi is with otae” he says.

he gets why he feels lonely.

[haunter-geist]

tw graphic descriptions of animal death;

grief is really hard to cope with, its kind of odd because ive lost people in my life before, like my nanas when i was a lot younger, but now losing my cat it. hits harder. Daimyo was my orange baby and best friend, this past year his health had been noticeably declining VERY quickly and he had been rapidly losing weight, and i knew he was close to the end a few months back when he started clinging to me and getting upset every time i left the room.

This cat loved me, the night before his passing when we were heading to bed, he curled up on a chair where my phone was placed (as there was no room on the bed) directly next to my head, and i knew he was dying in the morning when he got upset with me holding him, and simply flopping onto the bed when i set him down. He actively turned away from the tunafish i tried to give him in my vain attempt to get him to get up. Selfishly i couldnt sit and watch, and headed over to my siblings house to do something i had already planned for that day. I later heard once i got there, from my grandfather on the phone that Daimyo had tried to get up only to flop over onto the floor.

He held out for me. waited till he could be brought to me to pass. I heard him sniffle and maybe gasp for air before he looked at everyone else around me, and me, as i saw him grunt in pain at his body shutting down. The tears i had been so desperate to hold in during this finally spillt from my eyes, and i couldnt sit and watch his lifeless body, or his burial.

The room feels empty without him, his purring (which he did near constantly since he was very young. very content kitty, not like in the pain relieving way although it may have been that way towards the end of his life) was always very loud and i could easily hear it across the room. Its gone. I keep thinking i see him everywhere, i keep expecting him to try and leave the room to go scratch his claws on the carpet outside, im expecting to hear him meow for food, or the trickle of water as he drank from his fountain. or the sound of him at his cat box. Every sign of him is gone and i have a sinus infection so i cant smell whats left. my best friend of 15 years isnt here anymore and its so hard to cope with.

As hard as i try to be a rock for the rest of my family, whos affected as much as i am, i keep finding myself crying or breaking down, especially in the small moments where im alone. I miss him and the way he used to call for me whenever i paced in the hotel hallways with the door propped open a crack (which hed watch me through)

i miss being a 4/5 year old and holding him when he was a kitten and so so tiny.

I just wished i could have done something, but his health was out of my hands, as i had little to no transportation, and a father who refused to take him to the vet. Who loaded all of the responsibility onto someone with no job, money, transport, bank account, or phone service. i did my best to find vet services, and yet he still refused to take care of daimyo. I tried my best to spoil him in these last few months

i knew these months were past the point of no return in a way, i knew he wasnt going to get better even when he did start eating again. i gave him tiny bits of cheese, plenty of treats, catnip, anything to make him happy. he used to reach up and grab the cheese out of my hands while standing on his hind legs, i could get him to do tricks.

I knew when he stopped playing with his favorite toys a few months ago it was close and i still didnt want to think about it

i just wanted him to get better.

i tried my hardest to convince my dad to do something for years so maybe just maybe daimyo could stay for a few months to years longer. i just want him back. the memories are here yes but it feels like a piece of me is missing. im 19 and 15 of the years i had on this earth were with him. what am i to do? I knew it would be hard, but i didnt think it would feel like this. I didnt think it would hurt this bad.

i dont even want to wash the clothes i have that have throwup stains or hair on them, because its some sort of piece of him i can keep as weird and gross as it is. i just dont want to let him go.

[abandoned-as-mustard]

So, sucking it up and making a decision about one person doesn't erase the fact that half of my playlist (as well as its existence) is because of the other person 😂💀💀💀

[yeonhwrts]

𝐓𝐗𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 ‧₊˚✧

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : established relationship , tooth rotting fluff 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : mentions of making out , gender neutral reader 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝟒 𝐔 : OMG THIS IS MY FIRST POST YAY ! Im so excited to meet everyone here <3

🍙 . . . CHOI SOOBIN

He ADORES seeing you in his clothes . One day you decided to sleepover in his dorm because it was too late and wasn't really safe for you to go back home alone . Soobin asks you whether you'd like to change into his clothes because you might not be comfortable sleeping in them . You agree and he brings you one of his favorites black hoodies and a old boxer shorts for you to change into . When you come out of the bathroom , with his hoodie completely engulfing you and your tiny frame ( that man is a giant lets be honest ) he literally takes a deep breathe in . His heart would beat 2834845 times a second seeing you in his clothes . " You are so beautiful , my love " he'd whisper as he kisses your forehead because his heart is overflowing with adoration for you .

🍙 . . . CHOI YEONJUN

WOULD LOOSE HIS SHIT . Would literally tackle you with kisses and hugs till you have to push him away . Maybe would even suggest that you both should get matching pjs . If you stay over at his place for the night , it is an unsaid rule that you would sleep in one of yeonjun's high school t-shirts . " My clothes look so much better on you " he says the moment you step out of the bathroom after changing into his shirt for the night . He pushes himself forward as he backs you up against the wall , one of his hand reaching to grab your waist . The other hand cups your cheeks as he presses his lips on your cheeks affectionately . " You can have all my clothes baby " he says as he presses another kiss , this time on the corner of your lips as his hands sneak to your thighs as he lifts you up . You giggle at his antics , knowing where it's going to end at . " Baby you have no idea what you do to me " he says as he carries you to his bed and makes you his cuddle teddy bear for the night .

🍙 . . . CHOI BEOMGYU

I see this going very playfully . When he visits your place to surprise you because he hasn't seen you in a long time , you initially get anxious about his reaction . The last time he slept over he has left his hoodie back at your place accidentally . When you found it , you didn't want to give it back since his hoodie felt so warm and comfortable . When he lets himself inside your home , he doesn't really notices that its HIS hoodie that you're wearing until you're both heavily making out on the couch and his hand slips under your hoodie to probably throw it around somewhere . He suddenly pulls his lips away from you , as his eyebrows scrunch in confusion " Wait isn't this my hoodie ? " he asks you as you smile shyly in response . "Yah , why would you steal mine , this was my favorite " he says as he pouts at you . " I'm sorry gyu , do you want me to return it back to you ? " you ask as he shakes his head furiously . " You can keep it , its no problem " he'd say as you smile gently at him as you resume back to your activities . But little do you know , his heart is literally dancing conga right now and him leaving the hoodie wasnt an accident at all as Beomgyu pats himself on the back mentally .

🍙 . . . KANG TAEHYUN

The blushing mess . When you had trouble getting sleep , Taehyun has suggested to go get a ice cream to help you relax . Since it was way past 10 you didn't really dress up . You both enter the nearest convenience store as you both playfully banter loudly over which ice cream to get much to the annoyance of the old cashier who's glaring at you . You both finally decide to grab 4 ice creams and left the store after paying for it . You spotted a bench across the street and you pulled Taehyun by his arms to sit and peacefully have ice creams in the middle of the night . You both sit close to each other peacefully feasting on your ice creams and just enjoying the silence and the comfort of each other . Suddenly a cold breeze blows and you couldn't help but shiver .You hug yourself with the free arm that wasn't holding the ice cream to warm yourself but you feel a much more warmer sensation on your back to see Taehyun draping is coat over you . " Don't forget your coat silly " he says as he ruffles your hair , a small smile gracing his lips . And your heart literally melts into a puddle at the small act that you couldn't help but lean over to give him a smooch only to see his cheeks go pink . " Love you " you say as you pull the coat tighter around you and his cologne enter your senses . You couldn't help but smile like a lovesick fool too lost in the romantic gesture only to miss Taehyun looking at you with stars in his eyes .

🍙 . . . HUENING KAI

Boy literally faints at the sight of you his shirts . When you came into his room , cutely pestering him to let you borrow one of his hoodie since you wanted to have one , he doesn't think much of it really . He has heard his Yeonjun hyung keep on talking about how it makes him go crazy whenever his partner wears or steals his hoodie but kai always brushes it off thinking Yeonjun hyung was head over heels in love with his partner and that's why he acts like that . But the moment he sees you engulfed in one of his dark blue hoodies , the way your hands looked so tiny compared to the large arms of the hoodie he literally looks at you with heart eyes . His cheeks go red at the sight of you smiling at him in one of his hoodies , and you his amazing partner didn't miss that . " Aww kai you are such a simp for me . I look so good in your hoodie right ? " you say and twirl around to put on a show for your boyfriend and he couldn't help but nod at you still flustered at the sight . Maybe Yeonjun hyung was right .

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𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 <𝟑 🍡💓📓

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[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hi! So I was thinking you know how only mothers understand what their toddlers are saying well what if tommy and the rest of the Shelby’s are trying to figure out why Charlie Is crying and what he wants but no one understands what he’s saying until the reader walks in and translates and has like a whole conversation with Charlie and everyone looking so confused

Dear Anon,

This was adorable! I added some twists to this one and I hope that's alright. <3 Thanks for writing in and waiting!

Warnings: none

He hated the range of screams Charlie was capable of. Tommy let out a frustrated sigh as he moved through  out his house, following the wretched sound of the boy's cries. Since grace passed away everything felt impossible, once he started calling out for her he’d cry till he fell asleep. 

He entered the room to find both Polly and Esme bickering in low voices trying various things to calm the boy down. 

“Eh? Charlie, what’s this then?” Tommy picked the boy up hearing him calm slightly before starting up again even louder. 

“He won’t eat, he’s not cold -” 

“Checked his teeth-” 

“Doesn't want his toys.” 

“It might be his stomach.” 

Tommy listened to the two of them ramble on feeling more hopeless as even they couldn't figure it out. He pulled the boy away from his chest to look him in the eyes. 

“Charlie, tell me what's wrong,” He said sternly. The boy babbled a bit, stumbling on what almost sounded like words. Tommy’s head was pounding and he wished more than anything the boy could just tell him. He could see in his blue eyes that he was trying to say something. His tiny hand reached out gripping the air. 

Giving up in his own frustration he headbutted Tommy's shoulder beginning to cry all over again. 

“Here let’s put some whiskey in his bottle then,” Polly said getting up.

“I doubt he’ll take it.” Esme said defeated. 

Tommy had the idea of calling you. It would be an excuse to spend time with you, but Grace’s image popped into his mind. It had been a year and he was struggling with the concept of already being attracted to someone else. You were a friend of Esme’s and you somehow ended up hanging around the family often. He got to know you better, and now it was hard to get rid of you. He felt like you were always around helping out in some way or another. 

Charlie was absolutely taken with you. He didn't understand why, you looked nothing like grace, from his position you shouldn't be any different from Esme or Polly.

Tommy pressed his cheek against his head and rocked him back and forward, pleased to see that he’d calmed down to a steady babble. 

“Charlie! What happened?” Your voice rang out in the kitchen and suddenly he was back in tears again. Howling loudly. You came over to remove the child from his arms. Charlie shouted something at you that was complete nonsense, his little hand out reaching again. 

You moved through the kitchen easily, grabbing a banana off the countertop. 

“It’s alright love, you don't have to fuss.” You said softly. You sat down putting his weight against your chest to un-peel the banana. He settled against you still mumbling. Tommy watched him go completely silent when you placed a bit of banana in his mouth. 

Charlie ate it up, taking bits of smooshed banana off your fingers. Once finished you looked at him. 

“Ba-na-na” You said softly. 

Charlie made that babbling sound in response and she smiled at his efforts. 

Tommy looked at her and wished his heart would stop hammering. His child rested his head against her breast tried from his tantrum. A look of content evident on his rosy features. 

Polly shot him a very serious look before she signaled for Esme to follow her out of the kitchen. Tommy stood there watching the scene in front of him. Charlie needed you, so naturally asking wasnt out of line. If it was for the wellbeing of his son, than clearly this was the right thing to do. 

Suddenly he thought to the long nights you would stay up helping type letters and reports off his messy hand writing. How you looked with bags under your eyes, but unwilling to go to bed till he did. The family was something you were willing to sacrifice yourself over. The same as him. 

You would leave if he was rude to you, wouldnt look his direction till he apologized. Would this offend you? Clearly you were doing all this becuase you felt this was your family, protecting it and earning money and status were things you vauled that’s why you was here working hard. Not because you wanted him. 

He was a mess, on and off opium addiction. On and off family relations. Grace dead in his arms. Surely you didnt want that for yourself. 

If a stranger walked into the kitchen and saw you there embracing the child on your lap they would know he was your son. No question about it. Your soft features relaxed in the sunlight pouring in through the window. The way your long fingers pushed his hair behind his ear.

He would be an idiot to let this pass. 

But was it worth endangering you?

Technically you were already tied into everything they did. No matter how hard he tried to keep you out of certain things you’d find out about it. 

He looked at you, only to see you observing him. 

“I am I over stepping?” You asked softly, a hint of worry in your tone. 

“No, love.” He felt his heart clench, he couldnt pass you up. “I was going to ask… -  Charlie is very fond of you.” He started, taking a seat adjacent from her pouring some whiskey into a glass. 

“I’m very fond of the both of you.” you repsoned suddenly. A deep flush across your cheeks, your eyes so innocent it felt wrong that they were cast upon him. 

“This life is messy. I’ll warn you know that it won’t be an easy life.” He thought of the mistakes he had made with Grace and Gretta. 

“Tommy, I sleep here 6 out of 7 nights. If I’m not out with your family, I’m helping you here with all of this. There’s only a few things I can think that would be different.” 

“And you want those different things?” 

“Yes” You said breathlessly like it was a secret that was weighing heavily on your soul. The desperation in your eyes pushed him close to madness. If Charlie wasnt there he would have taken you on the kitchen table. 

There was a heavy tension in the air and he silently scalded himself for not having this conversation sooner, during one of the many late nights it was just the two of you. 

“It’s not the reason I’m here, it just came about the more time I spent around you” You explained looking out the window. He caught you off guard leaning forward to place a kiss to your cheek. He realised that he didnt have to rush things, you could keep doing what you were doing. He wouldnt pressure you into anything no matter how badly he wanted you. Let you take your time moving into the family properly. Something didnt sit right in his stomach over the thought. You were younger than him by a bit, never married, letting you continue taking all this on wasnt right if he didnt give you something back. 

“I’d like that.” You said surprised, making him feel he made the right choice, his heart rate increasing at your bright smile.

“Take you out for dinner tomorrow?” He asked, comig up with ideas to spoil you. He wanted you to feel appreciated. He wanted to do things the right way for once. Win her over properly.

[ickymichi]

“THIS BITCH GOT ME PAYIN HER RENT!”

AKA: domestic acts with matsukawa issei, hanamaki takahiro, kyotani kentarou + iwaizumi hajime.

warnings: none lol, fluff.

note: how long has it been since i posted? fuck if i know but we move, waited this long better not flop,enjoy😽🤞(finished it and i hate it)

twindrakenz 2021. reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated. pls do not repost or modify on this or any other platform.

!!.DOING CHORES WITH MATSUKAWA ISSEI & SINGING UR HEART OUT <3

!!.issei, like any normal person, wasnt a huge fan of doing chores round the house, but it needed to be done if he wanted to keep you happy.

!!.so his way of making those crueling hours of dirty dishes and wet floors tolerable was plugging his phone into a speaker and playing yours and his favourite shared playlist and played it through the house.

!!.and of course he’ll pull you into his body to dance with him at his favourite song-which apparently is every one of them-.

!!. there was one time though we was twirling you around and had forgotten he’d just mopped the floors, causing you to earn a nice bruise on your ass cheek.

!!.HANAMAKI TAKAHIRO & YOUR SKINCARE ROUTINE <3

!!. if any of these mfs have a 16 step night and day skincare routine, it’s this fool.

!!.and he takes it very seriously

!!.he’s got the selection of headbands and face masks, and even went as far as buying you robes with your names on them that must be worn every time.

!!.but just before bed, that half an hour or so spent in your shared bathroom, was makki’s favourite time of the day.

!!.just seeing how you glow under the yellowish light and admire your appearance in the mirror. until you look beside you and get a glimpse of the love struck fool beside you, ending in burning cheeks and roars of laughter.

!!.KYOTANI KENTAROU & GROCERY SHOPPING <3

!!.ken loves to show you off anytime he can, and where somewhere you both go every week? the grocery shop!

!!.it’s like his mom mode activities. you want those chocolates? is it on the list? no? then no. but u still sneak them in the trolly.

!!.but sometimes he’ll be nice and let you.

!!.he lets u push the cart cause of how giddy u get. and so u won’t run off and find something u want.

!!.if u wear pockets with back pockets, just now his hand will be there the whole time.

!!.he finds it soo domestic when your putting all of your shopping away cause like, this is your house, you two are living in it, together.

!!.IWAIZUMI HAJIME & LAZY DAYS <3

!!. it’s not often iwa’s job gifts him days off.

!!.so when he gets them, you and him have the whole day planned.

!!.lying in past you alarms, getting to actually sit down and eat your breakfast together.

!!.go to the store and buy your favourite snacks

!!. and come home to binge movies and shows.

!!.when night rolls around you’ll run a bath for the two of you just to indulge in his presence a bit longer till it’s time to wake up tomorrow and he’s already gone for work.

[technowoah]

if you're taking asks for the prompts, can you do 11 and 17 from the angst list with george but have a fluffy ending? she/her pronouns pls

I Can Make It Right

SHSJS I HAVE SO MUCH ANGST IN MY INBOX YALL!

Thanks for the request babe! The way it came out was gender neutral i dont think I user she/her, but it still works trust me!

George x reader imagine (established)

11) "It's not important apparently"

17) "You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off"

⚠︎ angst with happy ending, unresolved issue but they're gonna fix it dont worry 😌, angry George, swearing

*** = flashback

Masterlist

You had stood infront of your bathroom mirror finishing up your makeup for the night. Your hair was already done and you had a nice outfit on, not to fancy and not too comfortable. While listening to a playlist George had made for you, you had put down the brushes you were using. It didnt really matter if you cleaned up your makeup that was littered all over the sink right now, but right now you were feeling good.

Today was your and George's 3rd year anniversary and you couldn't be happier about it. Today you two were going to dinner and doing something else which was supposed to be a surprise for you. It was a night on the town.

George and you met 4 years ago actually. You two started out as acquaintances, the slowly grew into friends and then one day he asked you to join him to dinner. At first you were oblivious to his actions, thinking he was just being a good friend, but turns out the more dates you two went on the more you caught on. He officially asked you to be his girlfriend 3 years ago today.

His friends keep on pressuring George to propose already, they think it's been long enough. The only thing close to marriage is a promise ring. He put the ring on your finger as a promise that one day he would marry you, everytime you doubt that he will propose you turn your attention to the cute ring on your finger.

You had turned off the bedroom lights and sat on your bed finally relaxing after struggling to find a decent enough outfit for tonight. George said that he was going to pick you up around 6:00 and now it is 5:47 so you had some time to spare.

You had found yourself scrolling through tiktok because you had nothing else better to do at this moment. It was a guilty pleasure of yours even though you and george both joked around about hating tiktok.

Time began to tick away so you had checked the clock on your phone which said 5:57 pm. You had grabbed shoes that you set up against your bed, slipped them on and grabbed all of your belongings for the night. You stationed yourself in the living room waiting till George came to the door.

Nervousness always came up before a date, it was the anticipation actually. You were excited and nervous about the date as you always were, but today for you was special. It was three years worth of beautiful love. You remembered the time he first said I love you too, it was just like it was yesterday.

***

"Hey y/n." George looked towards you. You both were sitting on a plaid, plush blanket with a brown woven basket ontop in between you two. It was just like the movies and that why you cringed because of how cheesy it was when George led you to it.

It was sweet, it was extremely sweet and you loved these dates that George always brung you too. You always felt special when you are sitting next to him.

You responded to George. "Yeah Gogy?" You laughed at the use of his nickname.

"Im trying to be serious right now and you call me Gogy." George smiled and shook his head. "Anyways, you know I love you, right?"

"Of course I do-"

"No I love you. I mean. I'm in love with you." George reached to rest his hand ontop of yours and repeated himself. "I'm in live with you y/n."

You wasted no time answering. "Im in love with you too."

***

6:03

George didnt show up yet, but there was no sweat. He was only 3 minutes late, maybe he ran into traffick. Your stomach was rumbling, but you didnt want to eat yet since you two we're planning to go to dinner. Patience is key, and it wasnt like he wasn't late before.

6:10

You started to get worried, it's been 10 minutes and still no sign of your boyfriend. You had gotton up several times to check outside of your door only to be met with no one. Your mind was jumping to conclusions about if he forgot your anniversary, but you shut those thoughts out for the time being.

6:19

Okay this is getting out of hand. You brung out our phone and began to text George, you couldn't believe that you had waited this long before texting the man.

Where are you? Ive been waiting for 29 minutes?!

[Sent: 6:20pm]

George what are you doing?

[Sent: 6:20pm]

You awaited his text message with your phone faced up on the coffee table infront of you. You didn't want to believe that George woukd forget, or overslept, but that was becoming truth the more minutes passed by with no call or text.

6:30

Calling him was useless, because he didn't answer. He didn't hang up on you he just wasn't picking up the phone, like he turned it off. You started to get worried if something happened to him, if he was in a situation where he couldn't call or text you. You wondered if he was safe at home and not out in the middle of the street.

In a flash all your worries subsided when your phone lit up with a notification.

ThisIsNotGeorgeNotFound is live:

Im Playing golf with my friends

That son of a bitch. Pissed off was an understatement, you were fuming. How could he end up streaming at home when you had constantly reminded him about this day, he knew damn well about this day too. How could he?

You ended up grabbing a jacket and your purse and ended up driving to George's place. It seemed like he was mocking you in a way, he knew you had notifications on for Twitch. You loved to support him and his career, but this was making a fool out of yourself.

Your hand tightly gripped the steering wheel as you tried not to run every red light you cane across. You finally came across George's home, you found a place to park and quickly got out of your car and sped walked your way to George's residence. Finally making up to George's door you knocked harshly on the door probably making more noise than what you intended too. You continuously banged on his door until you got fed up.

Remembering that George had given you a key to his house you dig through your purse to get your set of keys out anr unlock his door. You stomped inside his house and closed the door behind you.

"GEORGE! GEORGE!" You yelled through the house. You were being reckless and annoying, but you didnt care at this point you were fuming and needed to tell George how you feel.

You had made your way to George's recording room where he was talking to his friends on discord. George looked towards you in shock clearly not hearing the sounds you were making throughout his house.

"Y/N?!" George yelled and muted his microphone.

"What the hell are you doing?" You exclaimed back.

"Im streaming thats what Im doing!" George sassed back at you, not paying attention to his screen and the chat.

"Dont get smart with me. End the stream."

"What?! No!"

"You heard me, we need to talk." You crossed your arms across your chest. Your heart was beating too fast for your liking and you tried to calm yourself down, but George's comments were getting to you.

George was about to unmute himself and get back to the game. "No we dont-"

"GEORGE END THE FUCKING STREAM! This is embarrassing! Talk to me cause you have some explaining to do." You snapped at him.

A silence tell upon you two and he glared at you before turning to his stream and closing it out.

"Okay guys! Go watch the other boys streams I need to go now! Bye!" George quickly ended and turned off everything.

He turned around to you still sitting in his chair. "What? What do you want?"

"Do you know what today is?" You asked.

"April 30th." George answered bluntly.

"Thats all you have to say?" You asked in shock. "It's our anniversary dickhead!"

"I fucking know that." George said.

"You do? So why did you start streaming and we had dinner plans?!"

"I told you we were streaming! You weren't listening to me!" George stood up from his chair when he said that.

"When the fuck did you tell me this?!"

"A couple days ago! You didn't listen!"

"But you knew that was our anniversary! And we made dinnerr plans-"

George yelled over you. "A month ago! We made those plans a month ago so excuse me for forgetting!"

"So all these other years you remembered our anniversary and went out of your fucking way to cancel other plans around that date, but today you didnt because why?!" Tears were threatening to fall down you cheeks, but you wouldnt let him see you like that.

"Because I planned this already with the boys! And AGAIN you werent listening to me when I said that-"

"There were several other times that you could've told me too! But you didn't!" You sniffed trying to keep the frustrated tears inside.

"I already planned this and I cant go back on my promise-"

"But you can with me?!" You yelled and George stopped talking. He's just studying your face at this point and you hated this silence.

"Its not important apparently." You said while walking out of the recording room.

"You're being a bitch." He mumbled.

"Excuse me?! That is so disrespectful!" You spun around yelled at him.

"You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off." George said in a annoying tone.

"Yeah you should feel like shit! I feel like shit too so-!" You threw your hands up in exasperation and stormed out the room. You had made it to the door before George called out to you again.

"Y/n! Y/n! Please!"

"No! Just..." You paused before opening the door and ushering your way out. "Call me when you get your shit together.

You were currently curled up on your couch eating leftovers that you had in the refrigerator. That had satisfied your hunger for the night because the dinner was canceled that night. Your anger and sadness had subsided and you were only left with an unusual feeling in your heart. Your relationship felt incomplete, this fight felt incomplete. You didnt break up with him, but you were waiting for closure.

The TV was the only light in the room. It illuminated what it wanted to, you didnt care if it was too dark. Usually you would be cuddled up with George at this ungoldy hour, but you weren't and that made you tear up.

Your sadness was still there, your anger towards George turned into pity. You were sad about the actions he took, but somewhere in your heart you could forgive him. You could forgive and move on if he would come to you.

Speaking of, you had a knock on your door. You didn't have the strength to get up, but you did. Shuffling your way to the door you sluggishly opened it to find George standing there with his hands in his hoodie. The person you wanted to see, but at the same time you wanted to slam that door in his face.

"Hey." George spoke and you gave him a small smile, nothing more.

You turned around to find your seat back on the couch where you were comfortable, but also giving him a silent invitation to come inside. You had sat down on the couch not paying attention to George, but you knew he closed the door, took off his shoes by yours, and put his keys on the table by the door like he always did. It was like a routine to him.

George ended up awkwardly standing beside the couch as you ignored him.

"You know, if you didnt open the door I would've used my keys like you did." George tried to spark up a conversation, but you only hummed in response. You were scared that if you spoke, you would cry.

George ended up making his way to the couch sitting beside you and pulling you into his embrace. Your head was on his chest and you began to sob. You missed this it's only been a few hours, but you had felt that in those few hours you had lost everything. You continued to sob into his hoodie as he rubbed your back and shushed you, whispering sweet nothings into the air only for you to hear.

"Im here, and Im sorry. Im so fucking sorry that I did this to you and I only hope that you can forgive me." George said, his voice cracking a little when he said that. You kept crying.

That's what you wanted to hear all along, that's what you needed. You could forgive him in due time, you always will because you love him, you will always love him. You both can always make it right.

[michaelsbigreddick]

red lights- matt murdock- pt.2

part 2 of “Red Lights- Matt Murdock” the the previous part here

you dont necessarily have to read that part to understand this one but it paints a better picture if you read both parts.

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It had been months since the incident with Matt. You'd seen each other through Foggy a handful of times. In the beginning he took it upon himself to try and gain your friendship, but soon after he gave up. After he had given up hope of you forgiving him, you either spent the time around each other not speaking, or as Foggy liked to put it “bickering like a married couple”.

The bar was in January, it's now July which happened to be Foggy's birthday month.

“I still don't get why you don't want the party at your place.” you say continuing with the decorating. You had agreed to host the party for him in your home as a joke. But eventually you ended up doing it anyways.

“Because then I'd have to explain my lack of sport trophies and butchering certificate.”

“There's nothing wrong with being a certified butcher. If the lawyer thing ends up failing you for some reason, you have that to fall back on at least.”

“It wouldn't be a problem if I wasnt sixteen when I got certified.”

You make fun of him for the fact that he illegally became certified to work with cured meat.

“Could you check the cake in the fridge? I need to frost it soon if it's going to be ready before karen comes to help.” he gets up from his computer and sets the cooled cake on your kitchen island.

“Why do you have to frost it before she gets here?” he asked, taking a dip into the chocolate frosting.

“Because my dear friend, there is such a thing called alcohol and I'm starting once she gets here.”

The lovely Karen who thought you had too much on your hands volunteered to help with the alcohol. There was a sense of highschool to the friend group you felt you were intruding on. In a way it was like that. Or you supposed you swooped in at the right time, the time they werent there for foggy, a time where none of them really knew what the group was going to look like after not working with each other anymore. But then things cooled down, and they saw each other again. And it was only a matter of if they would accept you into the group, it was also a matter if you played nice. That first night you tried. But you weren't the type to forgive and forget. There was something about Matt that didn't sit right with you, and it was only getting worse with time.

“Did you invite Marci or are you waiting till later tonight to call her?” you threw a party favor at him. He caught it but fumbled with it a bit before actually doing so.

“I did invite her, so be ready to pull out the karaoke machine.” his chin had a bit of frosting on it but you decided to not tell him. It was his birthday but that didn't mean you weren't going to cut him any slack.

“So um, on another note, but still on the topic of lovers,” he paused.

“how’d it go with Jack?” he seemed like he wasn't sure he was allowed to ask you. You weren't very keen on telling him about yourself. Even after nearly a year of knowing each other he didn't know nearly as much as he should. There's a timeline to these types of things. Foggy shared them all by the third time you had gotten wasted at his place. But he didn't know anything. Not where you were born, what your relationship with your family was like, where you grew up. But he knew what you let him, the superficial things, the color you were subconsciously obsessed with, your coffee order, you liked to bake, the things that weren't important to other people before you moved to New York. You supposed someday you'd tell him where you came from, but not anytime soon. He’d just have to be okay with that.

“Ahh, I knew you were gonna ask me.” you begin to frost the cake before he finishes the frosting.

“Well, he's not invited if that's what you wanted to know.”

“Agh! What happened this time?” you laugh.

“This time? You make it sound like this is a regular thing for me.”

“It is.”

“Oh shut up.”

“You know it's true. He's the fifth one this year.”

“What can I tell you? I'm trying to break last year's record.”

“You know you're like Matt in that way. Of Course you’re more alike than just in that aspect, you'd know that if you bothered to get to know him.’

“Oh please.” you roll your eyes at him.

“I'm serious. Both get around and are extreme pains in my ass.”

“I'm surprised anyone would want to sleep with him. I can barely stand to breathe in the same air.” you knew that was a lie. You've thought about punching him in his smug little face then kissing him after.

“You know maybe it's a good thing that you hate him so much. Makes sure he stays away from you. I'd rather have this than,” he shook his head with an exaggerated look of disgust. “God I don't even want to imagine the contrary.”

“You do not have to worry about me going anywhere near him or Matt junior.”

He grimaced at your little joke about Matt and went to clean his sticky hands. There was a knock on the door. You had a doorbell but people that knew you knocked. They knew you preferred it to the doorbell.

“That must be Karen.” you look at your hands, they had spots of frosting you didn't want to get on the door knob.

“I'll get it.” foggy said, jogging over.

“Hey guys!” Foggy greets opening the door. Guys. That meant Matt was here too. Early. You felt self conscious. You wanted to run to your room and hide. Or at least run your hand through your hair and comb down anything out of place. But you couldn't, you'd get frosting all over yourself. And your clothes, you were wearing the same thing from your workout. You didn't think to change. You were comfortable and already running late to decorate for Foggy's party.

“Hey.” Matt said walking into the kitchen.

“Uh hey.” you said flatly. You hoped he couldn't hear the slight shake to your voice. You knew he couldn't see you, but you still felt insecure.

“Foggy went down with Karen to help her with the rest of the drinks.” he did a little thing with his hands. It's like he couldn't figure out in which way he wanted to fidget, picking at his fingers or tapping on his leg. They were hesitated fidgets, like he didn't want to show you how uncomfortable you were making him.

“Oh.” You pick up the spreading tool again and finish frosting the cake.

“You can make yourself at home. Uh, in the living room, or on the balcony, I decorated that too.” he chuckles a bit.

“Oh, I guess that doesn't matter to you huh?” you feel dumb, you knew it was a innocent but you couldn’t help it.

“Yea,” he smiled. “Would it be alright if I sit here?” he signaled to the stool on the other side of the island. You shrugged before remembering he couldn't see you.

“Yea sure. Knock yourself out.” he sat down without a problem. You'd always wondered how he did things so easily. Sure he's had years to adapt. But he's only ever been to your house one other time and it was to pick something up for Foggy. A quick in and out type of thing.

“Chocolate?” He said taking you out of your thoughts.

“ Uh, yeah. Foggy didn't tell you what his cake was gonna be like?”

“It's more about what I didn't know about you. I didn’t think you'd be the one to bake someone a birthday cake.”

“Yeah well you don't really know much about me now do you?” he chuckled and then began to tap at the table. You began to grow irritated as you adorned the cake with assorted berries. You were scared you were going to apply too much pressure to them and squish them. By the look of your stained fingers, you were. Their juices stained your fingers like ink.

“Shit.” you muttered.

“If it's not too much of an intrusion, can I help? I can do more than just sit here and look pretty.” there was that cockiness in his voice that made you want his perfect little teeth out. You checked the clock and there was only an hour left till people were going to start arriving.

“Do you know the difference between berries?” he got out of his seat and washed his hands. You put each different berry in his hand. He felt them with such a delicacy, like they could be crushed with any sudden movement. As if he was scared to even bruise them. He didn't want to upset you.

You let him start off where you left off. There wasn't much of a science to the way you were decorating the cake. Chocolate frosting with a berry crescent. He should be able to pull that off.

You go get ready and by the time you're nearly done Karen and Foggy are back.

“Hey,” Karen says walking into your bathroom.

“What took you guys so long?” you kiss her on the cheek and go back to curling your hair. “

“Foggy dropped one of the bags and we had to go back to get some more.” She was applying lipgloss now. It was a shade you had given her. Made her lips look as pretty as they did the night you met, but in all lighting.

“Can you get the back of my head? I don't want it to look funky.” you hand her the curling wand and she starts.

“It's a real shame Matt can't see.”

“What? Well yea I suppose it is. Being blind must suck.”

“I meant you look nice.”

“Oh you're funny. You're real funny.”

“Y/n are you really going to stand here and tell me you're not doing this because he's here?”

“Karen he can't see. How would that, how would that even, wouldn't that mean I would just wear my best perfume?”

“So you have put thought into it then.” she accused.

“You're just as bad as Foggy.” She sets the last curl down and gives it a minute before raking her fingers through it.

“I mean it wouldn’t be the worst thing would it? Being with someone who isn't just all brawn?”

“I'm not sure I'm fit for anything,” you paused looking for the word. But maybe that was the end of your sentence. Maybe you weren't meant for anything, any type of relationship, maybe you weren't meant for anyone.

“Anything?” she asks, waiting for the rest of your sentence. You finish applying your lipstick.

“Anything right now. I'm busy. And happy with the relationships I have right now. The ones that matter, friendships.” you were being an ass and you knew it. She knew it and she was alright with it because you were that type of person. The more they pushed or asked, the more you would pull away.

The guests started getting there soon after. When you took a look at the cake for the first time you couldn't help but let the smile creep onto your face. It didn't look half bad. There was the crescent like you had instructed, and then there were two rogue blue berries on the other side only two inches away from each other. If you looked at them from a certain angle you could see a smiley face.

The group wasn't large, some people from your firm, a few of Foggy's friends from college, Karen's boss Ellison, who only stopped by for a plate of food and to drop off a gift. It was nice, but you couldn't help but feel like an outsider inside of your home. You let loose after Foggy cut the cake and blew the candles out. When they asked him what he wished for he said nothing, “I have all I need right here.”

It was cheesy but you knew he meant it. It was getting dark and as the more superficial friends left you figured you could move the group outside. Then when you were all drunk enough you'd bring them all inside for karaoke.

“I'm gonna go outside and turn on the lights. Then we can move out there.” Karen nodded her head.

“Do you need any help?”

“No, but could you do me a favor and take out the jello shots from the freezer so we can bring them out right now?”

You finished making yourself your margarita which you decided not to rim with salt but with sugar. The after taste wasn't so bad when you switched to wine.

Plugging in the lights you nearly topple over from getting up too fast but someone takes hold of you just in time.

“You okay?” it was Matt. Behind him on the table were the jello shots you asked Karen to bring to you.

“Uh karen wanted me to bring those to you.” he spinned what was left in his beer in circles.

“Oh. Thanks.” you walk over to the railing and lay against it, and look onto the city. You never got sick if the view. From here even the ambulance sirens looked pretty.

“Beautiful isn't it?” Matt said taking a place next to you.

“Yea.”

“Would you mind describing it to me?” you didn't know why but the question felt intimate. It felt like he was asking to see the world through your eyes. He’d be able to get a look at you and how you thought. And a drunk mind is an honest one.

“I don't think I’d be able to do it much justice.”

“I'm sure you’ll do a great job” he smiled. you take a sip from your drink and grimace at the sugar. It felt too clumpy on your lips, felt more like a lip scrub than it did a thin lining. You took two fingers and cleaned all the remaining sugar off the rim flicking it onto the sidewalk beneath you.

“Well, it's very loud. It's loud in the way that the lights and people, their minds, they're never off. Every fluorescent light represents each person in New York. The colors, all the colors, they sit exactly where they have to. From here you can see the big picture. The one that's kind of overrated if you ask me. When people think of New York they think of big flashing lights. They think of the places and food, the shops, what they're known for. But none of that would've been possible with what you can't see from here. The picture that really matters is down there on the sidewalk. It's at the bus stop, in the gutters, at the park, in the taxis, underground waiting for the subway. People are what I should be describing to you. That's the real view, that's the real beauty of Hell's Kitchen.” you get a little sentimental and philosophical when you're drinking. You found it rather annoying when you were sober, but for now, you drank the rest of your drink in a single swig.

“That's actually exactly how I remember it being.’he smiled.

“That's nice.” you turn around and start walking back inside. As you open the door you hear one of your outside chairs fall over with a loud thud and glass shatter. When you turn around you see Matt on the floor dusting himself off. Beside him was the shattered green glass that used to resemble a beer bottle.

“Shit are you okay?” you crouched down to him and scanned him for any injuries. His hand was bleeding but besides that he seemed to be alright.

“Here let me see your hand,” he gave it to you. A thick gash that didn't want to stop bleeding. You took a towel off your little grill and applied it to your hand, applying pressure.

“Can you move your fingers for me?” he grinned, wiggling his fingers.

“I'll do anything you want if you ask nicely.”

“Jesus Christ you're insufferable.”

“Y/n you cant even cut him some slack when he's hurt?” foggy said coming from inside. He looked worried.

“I didn't do it. He fell or something.” you looked back at Matt who was facing the floor.

“I uh slipped on the confetti. I landed on the bottle.” Foggy sighed and came to help you get him up.

“I have a first aid kit in my bathroom.” you say it to Foggy more than Matt. “I'll clean him up really fast and then we’ll come back out…You go and get ready for karaoke.”

“Can do. But don't take too long, we will start without you.”

You lead Matt to the guest restroom and pull down the toilet lid for him to sit down on and he does, thanking you. You dig under the sink for your first aid kit. It was larger than people usually had in their homes. You practically had enough to keep someone stable for at least a day or two.

As you rummage through it for things you'll need, you place a few things you don't need in a stack to get them out of your way. Your staple gun falls off the growing pile and it bounces till it lies flat next to his foot. He reaches for it and feels it before handing it back to you with his good hand.

“What do you need a staple gun for?”

“Matt its really better if you don't ask any questions. But if you're going to, it's better if you didn't know.”

“Oh come on, not even a hint?” you take the stained cloth of his hand. The bleeding had thankfully stopped and it looked like he was just going to need stitches.

“It has to do with who I used to be when I moved to New York.” he nodded, moving his hand with him.

“Hold still. This is gonna hurt.” you say holding his hand above your sink, other hand holding a bottle of alcohol. When you spilled it onto his hand the most he did was take in a deep breath. A slight wince, but no noise, no groans, like it was routine for him. Another thing to not like about him. You patted him dry.

“I'm going to start stitching now.” you take the clamps and begin. He's holding his own hand steady.

“What did you do before you got here.”

“Please stop talking.”

“What do you need all that for?”

“Jesus Matt, why do you care?” you make a knot then begin again.

“I just, I like to know about the people I'm around. Is that unreasonable?”

“It is when you don't spend time with them unless you absolutely have to.”

“That's your side of it y/n. That's not what it's like for me.” you wanted to pretend like you didn't know what he was referring to. But you knew, and you were happy to know, you were happy to hear that he was interested in you. You were giddy even. It wasn't just the alcohol, your cheeks and hands grew warmer with this knowledge, and he could feel it.

“Honestly, I can't. I'm just not fit for anything um, I just, we can't. I can't.”

“Oh, Of Course.” he shook his head and kept his head low. You stayed like that for a few minutes listening to them begin karaoke outside without the machine.

“You know I did some stitching as a kid. They never came out this clean.”

“Just practice I guess…how old were you?”

“Nine.”

“I'm sorry.”

“No uh don't be. My dad, he was a boxer.” you already knew that from extensive nights of internet stalking him. You weren't able to find much, to no one's surprise, but you did find out a lot about his dad.

“Before he passed I stitched him up a few times. The second time I did I had my first drink too. Said my hands were shaking too much the first time.” he laughed a small laugh and you joined him.

“Hardcore.”

“Yea.. I never got to get as good as you did. Whatever you were before must have been interesting.”

“There's not much to it. I just had a lot of practice.”

You finished up there and you felt like you hated him a bit less. Maybe it was the orphan talk, you had a soft spot for the orphan storyline. They always became some sort of selfless hero that saved countless lives. You doubted that Matt did that as a blind pro bono lawyer, but who knew, maybe he'd surprise you one of these days.

[soft-boi-eli]

Mcyts helping a trans masc after top surgry (part 2)

Tw:swearing, mentions of surgry, softness.

Karl

This sweet ass man.

You are just laying on your bed, well sitting really, when he came in.

He had a fuck ton of balloons. And a large box.

Karl seemed like a child on christmas.

Placing the balloons down he handed you the surprisingly light box.

He was gently bouncing as he waited for you to open it.

It shocked you how it even fit in the box.

It was a huge frog bed.

You realized with a pillow you would be able to sleep in it perfectly.

"I knew it was uncomfortable sleeping like that so I got something that should make it a bit more comfortable."-karl

You loved it.

Sadly you couldnt use it till those drains were out though.

He was right though that was definitely more comfortable then laying on a bed only.

He didnt think it through though. And got sad when he wasn't able to fully cuddle you.

But he found out that he could lay on your lap and legs.

You both enjoyed it.

Also he might be a bit squeamish when it came to your chest drains but he was helpful with them.

He helped you clean them and your wounds, he was very, very gentle.

He didnt want to hurt you.

"You know it's ok to do it a little harder. It wont hurt."-(y/n)

"But I dont want to hurt you. I know this doesn't hurt."-karl.

It was sweet. But got kinda annoying sometimes when he couldnt get something off. But he never got angry or frustrated. Just kept very gentle.

I imagine that when he was cleaning your new scars, Jimmy came to see if you got his balloons and if you doing good.

You two were in the living room bowl of warm soapy water, in a large plastic bowl, and karl gently wiping off all of the crust around the scars.

You fell asleep before karl finished and karl was finishing up when jimmy came in.

"Karl. They're alseep."-jimmy

"Yeah but this needs to be cleaned. It doesn't hurt them."-karl

Jimmy and karl literally just sat there till you woke up.

You thanked jimmy for the balloons and thanked karl for helping you clean those wounds.

Karl didnt mind though. Cause this sweet heart cares for you and just wants you to feel better and feel comfortable.

Quackity

He loves you and all but dont expect him to help with the surgical sight.

He'll do everything for you except clean your wounds and drain those drains.

He loves to hug you and kept you warm.

He would stream but you were always behing the green screen so no one would see you.

"Alex. Can you get me to book I left in the living room. I feel like shit still."-(y/n)

He was very quick to get it. And I mean he bolted out got it and brought it in the span of a minute. He gave you a light kiss on the forehead, and whispered.

"Anything for you mi amoir."-quackity.

You gave him a smile.

"Simp."-(y/n)

He gasped offended and looked at you.

"Well only for you though."-quackity.

I imagine as a get well gift quackity would get you something to remind you of him when he streams.

Large duck push.

He knew that his streams could last a long time so he decided it was best if you had a snuggle buddy to help you stay in position.

If the duck got dirty he was cleaned nearly immediately by quackity.

If the duck falls off the bed quackity gently yeets it onto the bed where you can reach.

He might of gotten jealous of the duck a few times. But he seemed to get over it when you went to hugging him instead. Sadly it wasnt that easy to but still none the less you gave him hugs too.

Dont neglect you quack boi.

He needs hugs like you do.

Give them to him. These are the only times you get cuddles. Other then that he is making food, getting you comfy, and fixing your pillows and shit like that.

He is now a maid.

Not sexually though. He just cleans the house, get you things you need, and makes food.

He is helpful.

Just not with the cleaning process of your wounds. And that's fine. He keeps you comfy and that's all that matters.

Also if your cold in the middle of hot ass summer and asking for more blankets he would look at you crazy. Like what the fuck?

But you have them lightly fluttered over you.

He wants you comfy. Even if that means you looking like your boiling alive in the middle of july.

If your happy he's happy. That's how it goes

Badboyhalo

Badboyhalo?

More like dadboyhalo.

He is not going to let you do anything.

Your surgical incisions? He's cleaning them.

Your drains? He's got you.

Your getting alot of soup and smoothies. He even joins in on your so called diet so you wont get jealous about what he has.

Rat is all over you. Sensing the pain you were having and cuddling you completely. Your laps is almost always taken by rat.

Badboyhalo doesn't really care if rat gets alot of attention by you. He just wants you to be comfortable.

But sometimes he gets sad that he cant fully lay with you.

But he enjoys just sitting with you and talking through the nights you cant really sleep.

He gets you a stuffed cat, you use it mainly as a pillow and sometimes hug it when bad is streaming.

"It reminded me of you when I saw it."-bad

Your heart melted.

He loved your reactions to the little sweet gesters he did. It brought him joy to know you were able to relax and trust him at this moment and time.

You get a free swearing pass. He knows you hurt really bad at times but he lightly says language when on stream.

You understood though. He had kids watching too.

You were grumpy one day, bad took rat because of a rat cam stream. And all you wanted was to be warmed up by something else then a blanket.

You were sittinging there looking at bad as he streamed.

You could technically get up and grab rat but he my tell you not to.

So you quietly patted your lap.

Rat immediately seemed to notice and run over to you, jumping onto the bed and laying in your lap.

You felt accomplished and tired so you fell asleep.

Rat leaving made the chat confused but bad explained that you were healing from a surgery.

Chat wished you a good recovery and told bad to go and comfort you. Even though you were asleep.

He tried to explain it but the donations kept yelling at him.

So he ended stream and laid next to you and rat.

This was comfortable.

Eret

Eret, they were a whole 'nother story.

This fabulous being is like a maid service in one.

They have two outfits they wore when you were upset.

A maid outfit and a butler outfit.

You just got home, you were in pain, sitting up and swaddled in blankets and Goose was trying to smother you at this point.

Eret was streaming and you were sitting there in the background, blankets, pain, and goose exsiting.

You didnt know eret was talking about you because you were falling asleep. Eret nor you expected what their followers did.

Her door was bombarded with packages addressed to you. Decorated with words about getting well soon, that they were proud of you, even some saying you were their rolemodle.

Eret decided to have a stream of you opening them.

Let's just say alot of them were food, candies, even foreign food and drinks. Someone made you a homemade blanket in the trans colors.

Best part about that blanket, it was heated.

You were using it immediately as you were freezing.

Eret just chuckled and rubbed your shoulder as you opened them.

Needless to say they are proud of you, happy that you were one huge step closer to who you were.

All they wanted was your happiness.

Niki

She's a sweetheart.

Need I say more?

Well I will because fuck you I can.

Constant cuddles, be it only her head in your lap, it is almost always happening.

When you have to take your pain meds she is instantly on it, do you want soup or a smoothie? You cant decide? She'll make it a surprise.

If you dont live with her then you're staying with her while you are recovering. She doesn't want you alone when you are in pain.

You'll be bedridden until she thinks you're okay.

If she deems you as not fit for doing something she's on it. Drop you glasses for reading/drawing/writing/typing. You bet your ass as soon as she heard that clack and you groan she's picked it up and it's on your lap.

Also makes sure you're good with streaming.

If you say your good with it that day it's a calm stream. There is no lore happening when you're healing everyone was fine with that due to the fact that niki would have to sit out and the lore was with her as well so that couldn't happen.

Will came to visit...

Saw you, took pity, and now you're stuck with two people showering you in affection and comfort.

You saw Wilbur as a brother. And wilbur saw you as his younger brother. So he literally felt the pain when he saw you wince.

Niki thought it was cute and comforted both of you.

Anyways she saw something before your surgery and decided that you needed it.

It would make you feel better.

It made you laugh.

You regretted laughing but loved the hoodie.

It fit so well and it was beautiful, you also were thinking about buying it one day because you could.

But niki beat you to it.

Wilbur didnt stop laughing.

I mean who blames him.

You literally just Yeeted your tits. And niki got you something that said yeet right on top of it.

It worked perfectly.

Also when niki's not cuddling you zuko is.

End of story, you're seriously stuck with cuddles no matter what. Be it from an animal or a human.

Wilbur wont cuddle you more of give you head pats.

Niki normally streamed with you there with her unless lore stream.

So when the second day after your surgery, she had streamed, and you weren't there her chat started asking questions. Wondering if you were good, if something happened.

That's when you raised from your dead sleep, zuko falling off your stomach, shirtless, just to go grab some sock as your toes felt like they would fall off.

Chat seemed relived but started questioning the binder and all that.

Niki explained that you got top surgery and that you were healing still.

"He's looking like he wants to die right now. Are you sure he's fully okay?"-dono

"Yeah I'm good. Just stubbed my toe as well."-you.

Niki was quick to rush over and help you back to the bed.

"Just sit down I'll get you your water hun."-niki

She was quick to fill your bottle up and place it next to you on the table next ot the bed.

She's such a big help not matter what honestly.

She loves you and will do anything for you.

I am sorry this took so long. Just had a very unstable mental state. Also sorry if they seem oc. I'm once more not on a good mental state and have been trying to work on this.

So yeah if I dont post in a bit I'm so sorry just stressing alot. Insomnia is kicking me so hard.

My grandma broke her foot, she's all good though.

And I have taken up most things in my house as I live with both my mother and grandmother still.

But yeah I apologize for the break just gonna try to let myself get better. It might take a bit. It might be quite short I dont know. I just need to get more sleep.

Eli is very tired now. Bye.