#and let's be real here it's a fucking lifesaver

[scorndotexe]

god i cannot wait to use my cane again i always leave it behind when traveling where i think it will really get in the way but i regret it every single time. i think my cane is just necessary at this point

[flowercrowngods]

based on this post, because at this point i think it's safe to say @unclewaynemunson is actually my muse or something (hi anna i hope this is okay even though it’s, like, way angsty and way too long huh)

🤍 also on ao3

Two days after Starcourt, concussed and beaten, Steve has a seizure.

His ears are still ringing when the doctor gives him a stern glance over the rim of his glasses and pronounces him unfit to drive. No, in fact, he claims Steve poses a real danger to himself and others if he sat behind a wheel again.

Immediately, Dustin and Robin jump to promising that they won't let him do that, and in another life Steve is sure he would be grateful, or at least reasonable about it, but in this one he has a horrible second where the floor falls out from under him and he wishes, for just one second, that his head had been shaken a bit more, just enough to–

It makes him nauseous even thinking that. Everything does, lately. He closes his eyes against the offensive brightness of the hospital room and lets the sound of Dustin's and Robin's voices wash over him as he takes a moment to really take in what the doctor's orders entail.

He can't drive anymore. No more late night drives to watch the street lights pass and lull him into a safer state of mind than his bedroom walls could. No more driving the kids to their DnD sessions, no more taking Robin anywhere at the drop of a hat, no more bickering, no more reign over the music, no more stern glances through the rearview mirror, no more "Shut up, Wheeler, or you're leaving the car."

No more "Thanks, Steve!", no more "I'll bring some of mom's cookies if you drive us to the arcade", no more "You're the best" or "You're a lifesaver" or "I owe you one".

No more place for him in the group, no more use for him, no more...

No more. Nothing. Now he's just Steve, would-be lifesaver, 'has-been babysitter', 'could-have-been somebody until he lost his license to drive because he wasn't quick enough, wasn't good enough, wasn't strong enough'. Just Steve.

He doesn't know how to be that. Who is Steve Harrington without his car, without the one thing he was good for anymore?

The pit in his chest is deep enough, dark enough to pull him in, and for a moment the very thing he is good for is misery.

He waits until a nurse makes everyone leave for the night, and then he cries. It makes his head hurt, pressure building behind his eyes, but he's used to being in more pain than any teenager should be in, so he curls in on himself and hides underneath the blanket.

Here's to hoping the others won't notice just how useless he is now. Not too soon, anyway. He wants another month. A painless month filled with laughter and hugs, and then they're free to leave, to pull back slowly. Calls unanswered, radio channels changed so he won't reach them, sheepish apologies and rain checks, because now Nancy will drive them. Or Jonathan. Hell, maybe Max will take the risk just to avoid him.

---

He gets a week of daily visits in the hospital, the doctors and nurses insisting on keeping him here, a watchful eye on his vitals, scanning his head three times during his stay, insisting he has head trauma of a severely worrying degree.

Nancy picks him up from the hospital and it's awkward, tense, too much left unsaid between them but there's no one else to do it. Steve's hands are shaking, gripping the seatbelt the whole way home – and then his heart falls when he sees his Beemer in the driveway. The glorious, trusty, wonderful, best fucking car anyone could wish for. His baby. His.

He throw up into the brushes when he realises that he won't get to take it on one last ride. Maybe he shouldn't be so attached to a car. Maybe he's being pathetic about it. At least he can explain away the fat tears in his eyes now, and Nancy doesn't press.

The first thing he does when Nancy is gone is calling Robin, and she's excited when she says, "I'll come right over!" and Steve wants to ask, how, but he keeps his mouth shut, biting his lip. It's stupid, but the thought of someone else driving Robin over makes his skin crawl.

"Alright," he says instead, his voice raspy, and he hangs up before she can detect something in his voice.

After that, he goes outside again and runs his hand along his Beemer. It's shining in the sun; he had it cleaned the other week, the full program, every step in the book to celebrate four years since he got her.

"Four years, huh," Steve says, his nail catching on a minor scratch that isn't even visible but might be more familiar to him than even his home. "Damn good four years."

He's talking to his car. God, it's so stupid, it's so stupid, it's so stupid–

Steve's knees give out and he gives in to the desire that's burning under his skin sometimes, the desire to just sit down and ignore the world. Because everything is less real when you're sitting down somewhere you're not meant to be, and the ground is warm, and Steve just wants the world to go. His head is leaning back against the warm metal of the driver's door, and he closes his eyes for a while, his head still spinning, his ears still ringing, everything still awful.

After a while, there’s a shadow followed by a weight settling down between him, a head landing on his shoulder, a hand taking his.

"I'm so sorry, Stevie," Robin says. The lack of dingus makes it more real, somehow. More tragic. More pathetic.

"I'll live." And it feels a bit like a lie.

---

He gets his month. A month filled with barbecues in his backyard, the kids coming by after school to check on him, and Robin has practically moved in. Joyce picks him up on Friday nights for dinner at their house for a change of scenery.

It’s a good month, though Steve feels trapped. Caged. A bird without his wings, a boy without his car. Steve without his one purpose, the one thing he was good for. He has to be picked up because they don’t trust him walking, or they have to come to his place. And soon the worried glances that are thrown his way are too much, caging him further, reminding him of what this is. A pity party — quite literally. No one trusts him anymore, there’s always someone jumping to help him, not caring or listening to his protests.

And he can’t leave, because “What if you have a seizure in your room?”

It makes him want to scream.

Maybe it shows, or maybe everyone’s just fed up with him now that he can’t provide his taxi services anymore, but after summer the Byers dinners stop and the kids pull away.

“Told you that’s all I’m good for,” Steve says with a mean, pained huff as he hangs up the phone. Claudia said Dustin isn’t home, but he could hear the kids in the background. It hurts more than it should.

“What is?” Robin asks from her place on the floor with her back against the wall.

“Nothing.”

She frowns. “Come on, dingus, you can’t start and then—“

“No, I mean it. Nothing. That’s what I’m good for now that I can’t drive them anymore.”

“Bullshit!” she says, and it comes out so harsh that it makes Steve flinch. He swallows. Right. Robin isn’t hear to listen to him whine about how he feels like he has no place in this town, in this group, in this life anymore now that his head is so fucked up he can’t even be trusted to live alone.

That’s why Robin is here, right?

The babysitter becomes the babysitted… or something.

She doesn’t care, not really. She doesn’t listen. She doesn’t ask.

“Steve, they’re kids.”

“Yeah, well. So am I.”

He turns away from her and ignores the tears threatening to fall. The door to his room falls shut and he would love to lock it just to make a point to the world at large, a point that it can’t shut him out if he shuts himself in, but he knows it’s too risky. If he has a seizure, Robin needs to get in.

He can’t even stay in his room alone without supervision anymore. What kind of a fuck-up is he becoming, where does it end? He’s already managed to chase away the kids, even Dustin only checks on him sporadically anymore, and it hurts. He wants to know why, wants to know what he did, how to take it back, how to get them back.

But then he remembers how it all started. Dustin needed a ride and someone to take a beating. Both of which he can’t do anymore without risking life and death of himself and others. He’s a safety hazard. He’s useless. He’s Steve fucking Harrington, which doesn’t mean anything anymore.

---

And then it’s spring, and Chrissy Cunningham is found dead in Eddie Munson’s trailer. The group is back together again, the Party assembled once more. And Steve, for a just one second, hopes that he can get it right this time, that he can do this again. One last time. Because Vecna slash Henry slash One surely is it.

But then they turn on him — even Eddie looks confused, which is a rather adorable look on him — the moment Steve tries to get a word in.

“You’re not coming with us, Steve.” That’s Dustin, and Steve just rolls his eyes, but then Robin joins in.

“Yeah, no, I’m with the gremlin on this, dingus.”

“Hey!”

“Oh shut it, Henderson.” She turns to him, her eyes softer but no less burning another hole inside Steve. “We can’t risk it, Steve.”

“Risk what?” It’s a challenge. His shoulders squared, his jaw clenched, he’s challenging her, and it’s cruel.

She holds his eyes, her expression icy, like he’s stupid. “We can’t risk you dying. We can’t risk you getting a seizure mid-fight or just by being in the Upside Down.”

“Hey, woah,” Eddie tries to get a word in, but Steve won’t hear him as the desperation, the loneliness, the feeling of being caged like a bird and still the only human left on a desolate planet, all that breaks free.

“We all know that dying in a fight is the only thing I’m good for anyway.”

The silence among their war council, as Max dubbed it, is deafening.

“What?” Lucas sounds small when he asks that, and Steve closes his eyes. He hadn’t meant for him to hear that. Any of them, actually. They weren’t supposed to know.

“Steve, that’s not true.” Dustin’s words are filled with disbelief and worry, and Steve hates the worry, it makes his skin crawl, it makes his heart race, it makes his fists clenched and it makes him want to scream again.

“What else then, huh?” he asks weakly. “What else is there? None of you even talk to me anymore since Starcourt. Since summer.”

“Because you were pulling away,” Nancy explains, though her words are weak and her mouth clicks shut when Steve looks at her.

“Because we’re scared.” Max this time, and Steve doesn’t want to look at her, doesn’t want to tell a child that she’s not allowed to be scared for him— not more than he is, anyway. It doesn’t make sense for him to be hurt. They don’t want him to die. That’s a good thing, right? They didn’t want to see him hurt, so they looked away. It makes sense.

But it also hurts.

Steve shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose before all but running from the trailer. He doesn’t make it far (“Stay close so we won’t have to worry”), just needs some fresh air and to sit down somewhere the world will become a bit less real again.

The stairs it is. He tries to breathe through the lump in his throat, clenching and unclenching his hands to get rid of the anger and the hurt and all that excess energy.

He doesn’t want to die, is the thing. The very thought makes him nauseous and panicky. He wants his life back. His car. The freedom to just jump in there and get away. He doesn’t want the cage or the worry or the hovering or the loneliness when he isolates himself from all that.

Face buried in his hands, Steve almost misses it when someone comes to sit beside him. The thick smell of leather and cigarettes tells him who it is without looking up.

Eddie doesn’t speak for a while, just sits with him as Steve calms down.

And then, after a while, he lights a cigarette and asks, “You get seizures, Harrington?”

Steve nods. “Sometimes.”

Eddie hums. “That sucks.”

He nods again, and then that’s that. But even though it was a rhetorical question and Eddie didn’t even need an answer, it feels pathetically good to be asked about something. About himself. It only makes the pit inside his chest deeper, cutting into his soul with a sharp edge, this tiny little moment of normalcy. He wants to cling to it. He wants to talk to Eddie. God, he hasn’t really talked to anyone in so long.

“Before Starcourt — remember, the mall? The fire? Yeah that was, uhm. More monster shit. And Russians who thought I was a spy and then… yeah. Anyway. Uh. We used to be friends, I think. The kids and I. They used to care — or I like to think that they did. And then I got one too many head injuries, and the seizures started, and then they… It became too much. For them, for me. And the caring stopped. And, like, it’s fine or whatever, but I still care, and I can’t let them do all that alone. I know that all I was good for was taking them somewhere with my car, but I can’t drive anymore, so now I’m just… I’m just Steve. No titles attached, no use or function or point.”

Eddie just stares at him, puzzled and intrigued and even a little sad, and Steve wants to laugh it off when the silence stretches.

“Sorry, that’s kind of a sob story, you—“

“Wait here,” Eddie says, stubbing out his cigarette before disappearing back into the trailer. Steve watches him with a confused frown but stays put. A minute later, the door flies open and a scandalised looking Max appears, followed by the rest of the crew.

“You what?!”

“Uh,” Steve blinks. “I what?”

“Eddie told us you think you’re useless and that we don’t like you and that all you were ever good for is driving us from A to B with, like, no personal value whatsoever,” Dustin fills in, sounding no less bewildered. “Is that true, Steve?”

And God, the kid is so good at making all his questions sound like dares that Steve instinctively wants to swallow and negate it, tell them that Eddie misheard, that he’s fine, that everything fine.

But then Robin’s whispered little, “Steve” stops him from doing that. In fact, the sadness and confusion on their faces makes the dams break once more, confronted with months of spiralling and no one to drag him out, no one to listen.

Tears spring to his eyes and he gets up from the stairs to properly face them. He shrugs. It’s as much of a confirmation as anything.

And then Dustin sprints forward and tackle-hugs him, burying his face in Steve’s chest with no intention to let go anytime soon.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles into Steve’s shirt and Steve runs a hand through his hair immediately.

“It’s okay, Dustin.”

“No! It’s fucking not okay, Steve, stop saying that. You’re my big brother, you’re my best friend, you’re my hero! You’re the coolest guy I know and nothing’s gonna change that, okay?”

“Then why’d you leave?” His voice is so small, but Dustin only hugs him tighter.

“Because you were hurting and I was… I feel like all of that is my fault.”

“Why would it be your fault, Dustin?”

He shrugs, and it breaks Steve’s heart. Dustin thinks everything is his fault just like Steve thinks it’s his.

“It’s me who got you into the thing with the Russians. I insisted. And you were tortured for it, Steve! You… You told us to go, and we did, and then we came back and you were— you-“

“Hey,” Steve whispers, curling himself around and over Dustin. “Hey, no, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. None of that.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry I pulled away, Steve,” Dustin sniffles and looks up at him. “I swear it’s not because I think you’re useless. It’s just… I’m so scared.”

And it makes sense, somehow. The anger leaves Steve when he whispers, “Me too. And I don’t like it when you’re all scared and worried. I hate it.”

“I know. Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Shut up.”

And then they’re both laughing with tears in their eyes. Lucas and Max join them with their own promises that Steve isn’t worthless to them.

“Did you read my letter? You know, the one if…”

“No,” Steve says. “You told me not to.”

“Right. Anyway, read it. Whatever happens, I want you to read it. Because you’re my brother and you mean too much for me to, like, never let you know. But, uh. Billy died. And I hated him, but it fucked me up. And then you almost died, and then you almost died again; and then you just… collapsed. And I thought, I cant do this again, not with someone I actually like. Not with you. And I didn’t wanna watch. I watched Billy. I… I can’t watch you die, Steve.”

She’s crying by the end of it, and Steve pulls her against his chest. Shit, he hadn’t meant to make anyone cry like that.

“It’s okay, Max, I get it.”

“Not okay,” she shakes her head again. “I know it’s not. But—“

“I know.” He’s stroking through her hair. “I know.”

“Uh, guys? I hate to break up the heartfelt confession time,” Eddie chimes in. “But I think our window is closing.”

Right. The end of the world.

With one last squeeze to Max’s shoulders, he lets her go and they gather their things. Discussions about Steve’s joining their mission have been put on hold while their window is still open. They can continue this later.

Nancy drives while Max holds Steve’s hand in the back. They don’t talk and she has her headphones on, letting Kate Bush work her magic, but it’s fine. It feels a bit like healing.

He catches Eddie’s eyes on the other side and holds them for a while. Eddie smiles before looking away, and Steve does the same.

---

In the end, Steve doesn't climb the rope with them. He stays behind in Eddie's trailer even though every fibre of his being screams at him to join. But Nancy has a point when she explains to him that she and Robin got this. It's the first time he stays behind, and he hopes it will be the last.

They hug him before leaving, all of them. Promises are made to talk about this later, after, and he nods.

"Go save the world for me," he tells Robin, holding her tight, unwilling to let go.

"Only for you," she promises, and kisses his cheek before pulling away. "You better be right here when we come back."

He shrugs and gives her an encouraging smile. "I've got nowhere else to be, Buckley. Now go." The last words are whispered and it feels like goodbye. Steve should join them, he should be there! But his head is pulsing and he knows that one wrong move could leave him half blind with a migraine, and they don't need one more handicap.

The one thing he can do, though, is helping them climb the rope, and it makes him feel ridiculously proud, seeing them land safely on the other side, smiling up (or down?) at him. Robin and Nancy wave one last time before heading off.

That leaves him alone with Eddie and Dustin. The latter is already climbing the rope, itching to finally do something, preparing the trailer for their plan.

Only Eddie is left, and Steve looks over at him.

"Will you be okay, Steve?"

"Sure."

Eddie sighs and looks up at the gate, disbelief and resignation and even a hint of fascination in his eyes.

"It should be you," he says, and Steve frowns, confused. "You're the hero here."

"No," Steve huffs, smiling at the metalhead. "No, I'm no hero. The real heroes are already up there, and in California. The real hero died after Starcourt. I'm just the driver who lost his license, the boy with the bat. The protector who needs to be protected."

Eddie looks at him again, that kind of intense stare, the one that shows Steve that Eddie sees something in him. He wonders what it is, but isn't sure he wants to know.

"I think you're wrong, Steve." He says it with such gentle conviction that it takes Steve's breath away for a second, and something passes between them as they hold each other's eyes.

Eddie opens his mouth to say something, but then–

"Eddie!" Dustin is calling for him from the other side, and the boys snap out of their daze.

Steve steps into Eddie's personal space and pulls him to his chest. "Make him pay," he says. "But stay safe. Come back, okay? First sign of danger, you abort mission. Come back, Eddie. I'll be right here."

"Yeah," Eddie rasps, and he squeezes Steve once more. "Catch me when I fall through that gate in two hours?"

Steve laughs, a sad little thing, and he pushes Eddie away from him, hands steady on his shoulders. "Sure, big boy."

"Hey, that's my part."

"Say it when you come back, then."

This thing passes between them again, and then Eddie goes to climb the rope. Steve's hands find their way to his hips, steadying him, but Eddie is strong enough to pull himself up without problem. Huh.

"In the meantime, wrap your head around the fact that you're the one I'm coming back for, pretty boy."

And then Eddie is gone. Steve watches as he falls through the gate, landing on the mattress with more elegance this time, and then he, too, grins down (or up?) at Steve.

He gives a little wave, and then he is alone.

Plenty of room to think when your friends have gone on a suicide mission and you're the one who has to stay behind. The one who will have to do the explaining when things go south. The one who will have to watch and listen, helpless.

It makes him regret the past few months, the self isolation, all the times he pulled back, all the times he didn't push for an explanation or a conversation, all the times he hadn't asked the kids if they're alright because he was too caught up in all the ways that he wasn't.

God, he wants them to be okay. He wants to talk about this, wants them to tell him he's more than the driver without a license, more than the protector who needs protecting. He wants Eddie to come back and explain what he meant, say what he wanted to say. He wants...

He wants his old life back. But more than that, he wants them in his new life just as much. He wants to be brave enough for this new life and find a new purpose. Create one if he can't find it.

But he can't do it alone. He refuses to do it alone even one day more.

"Come back to me," he whispers, looking up at the gate from where he's sitting on the floor, back against the wall. "Come on guys, you've got this. Please work. Please, make the plan work."

And then, miraculously, it does. Eddie falls into his arms with an undignified squeal and the rest of the Party soon follow. They're unscathed, miraculously, and Steve cries as he holds them, all of them, in a group hug that makes the trailer smell like relief and grief and a new life ahead of them. Slowly, with an unnatural sound, the gate above them closes, and then silence reigns.

They cling to him now. Refuse to let go. Good thing he has nowhere to go as Lucas gasps and sobs into his chest, explaining what happened, that Jason almost destroyed the walkman, that Max could have died. And Steve runs shaky hands through his hair, pulling in Max, too, so the three of them can just hold each other for a second.

Dustin and Eddie are hugging beside them, and Nancy and Robin hold hands, a different kind of horror in their eyes, but they smile wetly at Steve as their eyes meet.

It's over. It's done.

They did it. They really did it.

Steve closes his eyes and holds Lucas and Max tighter. They don't complain.

---

Three days later, Steve's house is brimming with life again like it hasn't in months. Turns out, Hopper survived, and he hugged Steve for a whole five minutes, telling him he did good, he did great, he's a hero. Again with that shit that Steve doesn't believe, but he doesn't have the heart to tell Hop, so he just buries deeper into their embrace.

"It's good you're alive," he tells him, and the Chief sobs out a laugh.

"You too, kid. This town would be lost without you."

"Yeah, right," Steve laughs back, and then that is that.

Except, it isn't, because when he returns to the living room with Hop, Joyce and El in tow, everyone's standing, looking at him with timid expressions. Robin and Eddie are holding hands this time, and so are all the kids. They all look like they have something to say, and the only thing missing is a large banner that says INTERVENTION.

"Uh, what's going on?"

Dustin is the first to clear his throat, but only after Erica kicks him. "We wanted to apologise. For leaving you when you needed us the most."

Oh. Steve's shaking his head, placating words already on the tip of his tongue, ready to explain to them how that's not their fault, how that was all him, he could have said something, he could have asked, he could have–

"Steve," Nancy says, effectively cutting off any protest he could have voiced. "Just listen, okay? Don't say anything."

He looks at Joyce, who nods, and Hopper who looks about as lost as he feels.

Dustin continues then. "You deserved better, Steve, you really, really did. We all did, I think, but you... You put yourself in harm's way from the get-go."

"Yeah, you came to protect me when you didn't even like me." Jonathan this time. "No thoughts, just protection. I owe my life to you. Every single one in this room does, y'know."

"And what you got for it is severe head trauma and... us abandoning you." Nancy.

"You're not just the driver, Steve. You never were just a driver to us." Hell, even Mike is in on this? "You're annoying, you suck, and you don't even try not to act like you're everyone's big brother."

"You're family, Steve." Oh, baby Byers. That's what gets his eyes stinging and his lip trembling, so he bites down on it so they won't have to see. It's futile with the way they're smiling.

"Yeah. You're so much more than our babysitter," Lucas explains. "You're the best basketball coach."

"You actually listen to my music and read comics with me," Max continues with a smile. "You suck just a little less than everyone else in this town."

"Hey!"

"No, she has a point."

Steve's not keeping up with the who's who anymore, he's trying too hard to keep it together.

"You teach me new words," El says, smiling. "You give me your clothes, you take me shopping, you teach me how to deal with meanies."

And the list goes on. Everyone has something to say to him, something beyond the ways he can be useful. Something that he is to them, something meaningful, something that sounds a lot like purpose and family.

"And we were so scared, because you were hurt. Because of us. You were protecting us, and look where it got you. You're a hero, Steve. As real as they get, you are one."

"More than Wonder Woman," Max agrees. "More than Superman. You're Steve! And that's... He’s our hero."

"He’s our brother," Dustin says.

"He’s my son," Joyce adds, taking his hand.

"He’s our friend," Erica, Mike and El say in unison.

“He’s the one we stay for.” Robin’s eyes shine as she smiles.

“And the one we come back for.” Eddie’s smile is gentle, confident, and captivating. Steve can’t look away, even through his own tears.

---

In the following months, Robin gets her license and Eddie develops a sixth sense for whenever Steve needs to just sit in a car and ride around town, watching the street lamps pass and letting them lull him to sleep. There’s an upside to being a passenger, he finds, because he falls asleep like this a few times, always waking when Eddie kills the engine. He drives for hours sometimes, admitting with a blush high on his cheeks that he didn’t want to wake Steve.

Somewhere on the highway to Indianapolis, between three and four in the morning, Steve looks at Eddie in the soft glow of the night, and finds that he’s fallen in love.

And in the weeks and months and years that follow, he realises that that’s something new he’s good at.

[arcanesea]

sorry i can't say it sober | mingyu x reader | 1.4k w. WARNING: mentions of alcohol ((drink responsibly !!))

It’s not the first time you got a call at 2 in the morning, and it’s not the first time you unconsciously pick it up.

“I am so sorry for bothering you again, but Mingyu drank a lot more than he’s supposed to, and now he’s refusing to leave the bar and kept on asking for you…” A voice talking on the other end of the phone, from the frantic voice, you can tell it’s Seokmin. You could also hear other voices faintly in the background, complete with loud grunting.

You sat on your bed, rubbing your eyes before throwing your blanket away. Sighing, you replied, “Can you give this to him? Or put me on speaker.”

You heard rustling on the other end before a whiny voice calling your name.

“Can you not be a pain in everyone’s asses?” you ask. You went to the bathroom, securing your phone between your shoulder and ear.

“What do you want me to do? I’ll do everything you ask me,” he responded in an instant, making you confused. Usually, he would make you go out there and pick him up. Despite his height which is almost twice yours, you always manage to take him to the front door of his apartment.

“Just go home with your friends, Gyu,” you answered. There are 12 other guys with him right now and everyone can’t be drunk, right? Right?

“Okay…” he whines.

“You’re a real lifesaver, truly,” Seokmin talked to the phone again. “We’ll drive him home and I’ll text you when we arrive, thanks again!” he half-yelled before disconnecting the phone call. You stood there in front of your sink, groaning in frustration.

You walked back to your bed, picking up the blanket before fully covering yourself in it. You don’t know why is it always you that Mingyu asks for when he’s drunk, or why all of his friends immediately call you when something happens to him. It’s not that you’re uncomfortable, you know all of the guys and they’re nice guys, but sometimes, sometimes, thinking that everyone referred to you as Mingyu’s closest friends makes your heart do a backflip.

Obviously, emphasize the words friends. But isn’t it nice that you’re the first person everyone thinks of when they can’t get ahold of Mingyu when you know exactly where he is and it’s never with you?

You groaned again. Now you wished you were out there, driving him back to his apartment so you could hear him talk about how he’s grateful for you, about how pretty you look under the dim streetlight, and how you’re all that he has.

You were half asleep when you heard a knock on your door. You ignored it at first, but then it grew impatient. So once again, you leave your bed, annoyed.

What you saw on the peephole was enough to wake you up. You immediately unlock the door and pull it open.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you ask, voice barely audible with a hint of irritation. You didn’t expect Mingyu to show up here in only his plain black t-shirt.

“Are we not best friends anymore?” he just asks back, pushing his hair back. It’s gotten longer now and he has no intention of cutting it since you said that he looks more charming with that hairstyle. “It’s freezing cold out here, can I get in?” he whines again, cupping his hands in front of his mouth and blowing it. “Don’t you love me anymore?”

You step aside to let Mingyu in. Eyes wide open in disbelief, unable to answer a single question.

He makes his way to the sofa, plopping down instantly, and pulls a piece of fabric in the backrest to cover the upper half of his body. You shook your head, walking over to take a spare blanket.

“Why are you even going out with only a T-shirt at this temperature, stupid,” you mumble to yourself. You move some pillows to make more room for him on the sofa. You tried to take another one from underneath his neck, but clearly, you underestimated his strength without even trying. In return, the pillow pulled you down.

Your hand was quick to support you on the side of his head, but you could feel heat creeping up on your face as you held his gaze. For a second, you stayed there until his eyes shifted to your lips and you felt your throat dry. You stood up abruptly. Throwing the pillow on the floor before getting to the bedroom. 

You close it with force, leaning on the closed door as you try to slow down your heart rate.

A soft knock came after some time. You can hear him sitting down on the floor. He called your name once, then twice when you didn’t respond. Then one more time before you open the door to him sitting cross-legged in front of it.

“Do you need anything?” you ask, trying to steady your voice. He only shakes his head, pouting. 

“I need you,” he answered. His brows knitted as if he’s not sure of his own words. 

You let out a shaky laugh, leaning to the doorframe.

“Why are you even here, Gyu?” you asked. He’s been here plenty of times, but never drunk.

“When Seokmin said he would take me home, my immediate thought was you,” he answered. For someone who’s had too much drink, he articulate his answer pretty well.

“How much did you drink?” you ask again, laughing genuinely this time. He looks at you and then starts counting on his hand.

“I don’t remember, I can’t count,” he said, pressing his hands to his head. “Ow… There are two of you… I feel attacked…”

“You need sleep, c’mon.” You said, helping him stand up. You lead him to the sofa, trying to arrange the pillows before ordering him to lie down. “You came here, try to survive on this sofa because I am so not sharing a bed with you.”

You were about to leave when he called your name once again. He was half-sitting, just looking at you.

“I mean it, you know… I’m sorry I can’t say it sober, but you’re all I ever wanted.”

“And I would gladly respond to that when you are. Good night, Gyu.” 

He would probably forget it in the morning, right? 

You weren’t the one who drowned in liquor the night before, but you got a massive headache from the thoughts of Mingyu in your living room. You suppose he would already leave by the time you step out of your room, leaving you with some kind of sorry notes, and then everything would go back to how it was before. Except you remember every detail from last night clearly and he might not.

So when you saw him in your kitchen, you almost got a second heart attack.

“What are you still doing here?” you ask with a low voice. Mingyu turned around with a wide smile and a pan in his hand.

“I made you breakfast.” He said. The way he said it, was so natural, almost like he didn’t just said all that the night before. You sat down cautiously, trying to get a read on him. He poured half of the scrambled egg on top of the toast he already prepared.

You pour yourself a glass of water and take a sip. 

“I’m starving,” he said. You watched as he started clearing the content of his plate while you took a small bite, pushing the nervousness down.

“I’m also here to wait for your response. I think I’m sober enough,” he said. You choked on your water, making him laugh a little as he pushed a napkin in your direction.

“You… remember?”

“Yeah… It was weird, wasn’t it?” he asks back, eyes squinting. “But I… I actually don’t know how to say it to you, because we’re too comfortable like this, and if I told you how I feel, I’m afraid you will hate me.”

“So, you what? Hook up with other girls, trying to see if it will make me jealous?” you retort.

“Oh my God, is that what you think I was doing?” he quips, standing from his chair. “I was never… Wow… Why would you think that…”

You just rolled your eyes in response. Trying not to smile.

“I’m serious,” he said again. “I can’t… no… I don’t want to stay friends.” 

“Who said we should?” you answer, standing in front of him. You put your hands around his neck, smile blooms on your face as you press your lips to his. He smiles into the kiss before pulling you by the waist. 

“Yeah, we definitely shouldn’t.”

a/n. this is an old writing-

prompt from the lovely @creativepromptsforwriting

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After reading the Masturbationen headcanons for the Bachelors… Can we get masturbation headcanons for the bachelorettes? 🫶🏻

Bachelorette Masturbation Headcannons

18+ 🌱 NSFW 🌱 MDNI

This took soooo long. So so long. But it’s HERE! I’ll probably be double posting today since the poll said post as I finish and I actually have two asks done hehe. Hope y’all are ready for a double feature! NSFW under the cut!

Penny-

🧡 It’s all or nothing for penny. Either her mom is out and she’s got all the time in the world, or her mom is home and she can’t hide a damn thing.

🧡 Luckily Pam has a solid routine every night, so Penny has been able to find time for herself when the mood strikes.

🧡 It’s not a usual occurrence for Penny. She’s got a lot of deep-seated repression that makes it tough for her to follow through on any sexual urges. She’s still undoing the small-town-youth dynamic that it’s dirty and shameful for women to pleasure themselves.

🧡 Sometimes though she’ll be reading fanfic (because let’s be so real you know she does), and she can’t ignore the ache in her center anymore.

🧡 Bites down on her lip and edges her bottoms off anxiously, still a little worried someone might jump out of the shadows and damn her in the name of Yoba for sinning.

🧡 Settles in pretty fast though, and lets herself get lost in the story. Pretends she’s the character being ravaged, typically in a highly romantic setting.

🧡 Penny seems like a total pillow humper to me. Gets all flushed and red and tries to muffle her moans as she grinds against the fabric.

🧡 Really sensitive so she doesn’t need much more than that. Maybe a free hand to play with her breast, but honestly not even that.

🧡 One and Done. The guilt sets in and she feels embarrassed all over once she finishes, so she throws everything in to wash and showers off the evidence ASAP.

Maru-

💜 Doesn’t have a ton of personal space/boundaries during the day. She has to wait until nighttime to even think of letting off some steam (thanks, Demetrius)

💜 Once she’s certain her parents are asleep—thank god Sebastian doesn’t ever leave his room, the night owl—Maru climbs down into the privacy of her workshop and allows herself to unwind.

💜 Maru is a woman in STEM. A gadget queen, if You will.

💜 She only has a couple of toys, but they’re high-end splurges. Quality over quantity.

💜 Could make her own if she really wanted to, but she’s got more robotics projects on her plate than she can finish. The last thing she wants is to have to wait to finish making her sex toy before having fun with it.

💜 Her favorite is just a plain blue toy that looks unassuming, but it feels like it’s thrusting inside her, and she can just lay back and enjoy it.

💜 Girls arms and wrists are tired after a day of engineering, so it’s a lifesaver to not have to do that work herself. All she wants is to feel fucked full and nothing else.

💜 Maru’s mind is always going, which is good and bad when she’s trying to get off. On the one hand, it makes for some vivid fantasies. On the other, sometimes she doesn’t want to have to think at all.

💜 Her fantasies are often of whirlwind, desperate romances. Stolen away in the nearest closet, shoved up against a tree, spread out on top of her workbench. She dreams of reckless, passionate, I need you this minute sex. It gets her so wet she’s soaking.

💜 On the days when she wants her brain to go quiet, she’ll make sure to keep going until she’s cum three or four times. Until her ears are ringing and her body is completely exhausted. Kind of a stamina queen, to be honest.

💜 She sleeps like a baby on those nights.

Emily-

💙 Lowkey I think Emily would be a licensed sex therapist.

💙 She’s very well educated in the importance of sexual health. For her it’s a spiritual practice of keeping herself balanced.

💙 Haley’s home like all the time which sucks, but she gets an okay amount of privacy regardless because their rooms are on opposite sides of the house.

💙 Lights incense that has properties good for sexual energy or something I dunno.

💙 Has a (body safe!) crystal wand that she fucks herself with.

💙 Loves how cool it feels at first and the fact that it warms to match her body temperature.

💙 Little miss active imagination doesn’t need porn or anything, she just gets right the hell off on her fantasies.

💙 As for what she fantasizes about? Girl goes wild thinking about having three or four partners. Ideally it’s three or four people all focused on pleasing her, every sensation hands and mouths and skin on skin—she gets really hot thinking about it.

💙 Her nipples are really sensitive so she makes sure to stimulate them a lot, pretending she has someone to focus on each one individually.

💙 Enjoys being present with her body and engages her senses. Really wants to sit with all the sensations and draw them out.

💙 Doesn’t cum every time, but that’s not the point for her. Unless she’s specifically trying to cum, it’s an added bonus. Something nice, but not necessary. It’s all about the journey for Emily.

Leah-

💚 Leah has it MADE in terms of getting off.

💚 Queen of living alone in the woods.

💚 Full privacy. Loud noise never carries from the solid insulation and the dampening of the trees. She can’t full out scream without being heard, but almost.

💚 Has a collection of dildos she’s made herself out of scrap wood. She started making them as a joke, but then she was like actually…this could be great for me.

💚 Don’t worry, she’s taken great care in making sure they’re body safe. Made with love and all that.

💚 Her favorites are the ones that she’s left knots on. A smooth fuck is nice, but she loves the added sensation from the bumps.

💚 Her internet isn’t great, but she’s lucky to have a collection of artsy porn films. Again, something that started as more of a fascination, but to be honest it’s super hot.

💚 One in particular is her favorite, with a long shot of eating pussy. It’s supposed to be a love story, the way it’s framed, but more than anything it’s just hot. Reminds her of some of the best oral she’s ever gotten.

💚 Takes her a long time to get off, but she’s learned not to rush it. She’ll finish when she finishes, and it’s always worth it.

💚 Needs a nice, long, relaxing shower afterwards, and unwinds with a cup of herbal tea.

Haley-

🩷 Emily is gone a lot working at the bar until late, so she doesn’t have to worry about finding time.

🩷 Definitely has a collection of toys for whatever mood she’s in.

🩷 Quality AND Quantity babe Haley will not deny herself pleasure.

🩷 Absolutely will treat herself too. A nice glass of wine and some mood lighting. Big fan of setting the vibe (pun intended).

🩷 Soft BDSM girlie. Adores any porn where the sub ends up a whiny desperate mess

🩷 It’s an ego trip. She absolutely wants to think that whoever she’s with would be reduced to absolute pathetic begging for her.

🩷 She finishes faster than she would like sometimes, so she’s mastered the art of edging.

🩷 She’s not gonna put all that effort in for nothing. If she’s set taking her time to enjoy herself she’s going to be TAKING her TIME.

🩷 Finds it really hot to be able to watch herself so sometimes she’ll set up in front of her floor-length mirror. Not as good as it is with a partner, but it’s got a similar draw.

🩷 Really quiet when she cums, her cheeks flushed and a gasp stuck in her chest while her body seizes with pleasure.

🩷 Might go a couple more times depending on how hot and bothered she is.

Abigail-

🖤 Abby has the least privacy out of the bachelorettes.

🖤 Her situation isn’t horrible (read: better than Sam’s), but she’s always got low-grade anxiety that she’s going to be caught and absolutely mortified.

🖤 Never home alone either, but Stardew girls make do. Waits up until midnight or later and makes sure to be radio silent just in case her dad is roaming around.

🖤 Once she gets into it though…she gets into it.

🖤 Little miss visual aid over here be Watching porn. She almost can’t get off without it. She CAN but she doesn’t want to. Which is so real of her.

🖤 LOVES videos of people getting themselves off. Solo masturbation videos are so hot to her because it feels like a steamy mutual session when she touches herself.

🖤 Totally ends up imagining past experiences or current crushes taking up the same as the person in the video. Pleasuring themselves while she watches and watching her get off too…she’s practically gone.

🖤 Sometimes she likes to watch really hardcore, desperate railing if she’s feeling particularly needy or submissive. Every now and again she just wants to be told she’s hot, get spanked, and fucked within an inch of her life. Girl me too the fuck—

🖤 Gets off pretty fast and once just because of the anxiety thing. If she had more peace of mind it would be a marathon for her because with the adventure training she’s got stamina for days.

🖤 Still sleeps way better after and ends up having some very, very pleasant dreams with all of that imagination fuel.

[hopelesslys-world]

50 SHADES OF FUCKED UP | CH. 1

Pairing: Christian Grey x innocent!reader

TRIGGER WARNINGS!: TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, reader is kind of a bimbo, heavily detailed smut, basically porn, loss of virginity, harsh language, anger issues, stalking, obsession, jealousy, controlling behaviour, DOM-SUB themes, BDSM Expand considered to be portrayed with incorrect/poor etiquette, emotional abuse, physical abuse, sexual abuse/assault, statutory rape.

Tell me if I missed anything...( As you can see most of the warnings will appear in future chapters. )

I apologize for any grammar mistakes...

Y/M/N: Your Middle Name

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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*𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙋𝙊𝙑*

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𝐈 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐈𝐍 the reflection of the mirror. Damn my hair—it just won’t behave! And also damn Isabella Clark for being ill and subjecting me to this ordeal. I should be studying for my final exams, which are next week, yet here I am trying to brush my hair into submission.

I must not sleep with it wet. I must not sleep with it wet. Reciting this mantra several times, I attempt, once more, to bring it under control with the brush. I roll my eyes in exasperation and gaze at my reflection in the mirror, you blow dry your hair into oblivion and with the help of some hairspray you managed to put your soft curls into place.

Now you finally look somewhat presentable.

Bella is my roommate, and she has chosen today of all days to succumb to the flu. Therefore, she cannot attend the interview she’d arranged to do, with some mega-industrialist tycoon I’ve never heard of, for the student newspaper. So I have been volunteered.

I have final exams to cram for, one essay to finish, and I’m supposed to be working this afternoon, but no–today I have to drive a hundred and sixty-five miles to downtown Seattle in order to meet the enigmatic CEO of Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

As an exceptional entrepreneur and major benefactor of our University, his time is extraordinarily precious—much more precious than mine–but he has granted Bella an interview. A real coup, she tells me.

Damn her extra-curricular activities.

Bella is huddled on the couch in the living room. “Y/N, I’m sorry. It took me nine months to get this interview. It will take another six to reschedule, and we’ll both have graduated by then. As the editor, I can’t blow this off. Please,” Bella begs me in her rasping, sore throat voice.

How does she do it? Even ill she looks gamine and gorgeous, strawberry blonde hair in place and green eyes bright, although now red-rimmed and runny. I ignore my pang of unwelcome sympathy.

“Of course I’ll go Bella. You should get back to bed. Would you like some Nyquil or Tylenol?”

“Nyquil, please. Here are the questions and my mini-disc recorder. Just press record here. Make notes, I’ll transcribe it all.”

“I know nothing about him,” I murmur, trying and failing to suppress my rising panic.

“The questions will see you through. Go. It’s a long drive. I don’t want you to be late.”

“Okay, I’m going. Get back to bed. I made you some soup to heat up later.” I stare at her fondly. Only for you, Bella, would I do this.

“I will. Good luck. And thanks Y/N/N – as usual, you’re my lifesaver.”

Gathering my things, I smile wryly at her, then head out the door to the car. I cannot believe I have let Bella talk me into this. But then Bella can talk anyone into anything.

She’ll make an exceptional journalist. She’s articulate, strong, persuasive, argumentative, beautiful – and she’s my dearest, dearest friend.

The roads are clear as I set off from Vancouver, WA toward Portland and the I-5. It’s early, and I don’t have to be in Seattle until two this afternoon. Fortunately, Bella’s lent me her sporty Mercedes CLK.

I’m not sure Wanda, my old VW Beetle, would make the journey in time. Oh, the Mercedes is a fun drive, and the miles slip away as I floor the pedal to the metal.

My destination is the headquarters of Mr. Grey’s global enterprise. It’s a huge twenty-story office building, all curved glass and steel, an architect’s utilitarian fantasy, with Grey House written discreetly in steel over the glass front doors.

It’s a quarter to two when I arrive, greatly relieved that I’m not late as I walk into the enormous – and frankly intimidating – glass, steel, and white sandstone lobby.

Behind the solid sandstone desk, a very attractive, groomed, blonde young woman smiles pleasantly at me. She’s wearing the sharpest charcoal suit jacket and white shirt I have ever seen. She looks immaculate.

“I’m here to see Mr. Grey. Y/N Y/L/N for Isabella Clark.”

“Excuse me one moment, Miss Y/L/N.” She arches her eyebrow slightly as I stand self-consciously before her. I am beginning to wish I’d borrowed one of Bella’s formal blazers.

My outfit definitely didn't suit for something like this, but at the same time I've neve done anything like this.

I love my skirts, basically all of my closet is filled with skirts, dresses, sweaters and the occasional jeans and formal pants.

For me, this is smart. I tuck one of the escaped tendrils of my hair behind my ear as I pretend she doesn’t intimidate me.

“Miss Clark is expected. Please sign in here, Miss Y/L/N. You’ll want the last elevator on the right, press for the twentieth floor.” She smiles kindly at me, amused no doubt, as I sign in.

She hands me a security pass that has VISITOR very firmly stamped on the front. I can’t help my smirk. Surely it’s obvious that I’m just visiting. I don’t fit in here at all. Nothing changes, I inwardly sigh. Thanking her, I walk over to the bank of elevators pastthe two security men who are both far more smartly dressed than I am in their well-cut black suits.

The elevator whisks me with terminal velocity to the twentieth floor. The doors slide open, and I’m in another large lobby – again all glass, steel, and white sandstone. I’m confronted by another desk of sandstone and another young blonde woman dressed impeccably in black and white who rises to greet me.

“Miss Y/L/N, could you wait here, please?” She points to a seated area of white leather chairs.

Behind the leather chairs is a spacious glass-walled meeting room with an equally spacious dark wood table and at least twenty matching chairs around it. Beyond that, there is a floor-to-ceiling window with a view of the Seattle skyline that looks out through the city toward the Sound. It’s a stunning vista, and I’m momentarily paralyzed by the view. Wow.

I sit down, fish the questions from my bag, and go through them, inwardly cursing Bella for not providing me with a brief biography. I know nothing about this man I’m about to interview. He could be ninety or he could be thirty.

The uncertainty is galling, and my nerves resurface, making me fidget. I’ve never been comfortable with one-on-one interviews, preferring the anonymity of a group discussion where I can sit inconspicuously at the back of the room. To be honest, I prefer my own company, reading a classic British novel, curled up in a chair in the campus library. Not sitting twitching nervously in a colossal glass and stone edifice.

I roll my eyes at myself. Get a grip, Y/N. Judging from the building, which is too clinical and modern, I guess Grey is in his forties: fit, tanned, and fair-haired to match the rest of the personnel.

Another elegant, flawlessly dressed blonde comes out of a large door to the right. What is it with all the immaculate blondes? It’s like Stepford here.

Taking a deep breath, I stand up.

“Miss Y/L/N?” the latest blonde asks.

“Yes,” I croak, and clear my throat. “Yes.” There, that sounded more confident.

“Mr. Grey will see you in a moment. May I take your coat?”

“Oh please.” I struggle out of the long black coat.

“Have you been offered any refreshment?”

“Um – no.”

Oh dear, is Blonde Number One in trouble?

Blonde Number Two frowns and eyes the young woman at the desk.

“Would you like tea, coffee, water?” she asks, turning her attention back to me.

“A glass of water. Thank you,” I murmur.

“Olivia, please fetch Miss Y/L/N a glass of water.” Her voice is stern. Olivia scoots up immediately and scurries to a door on the other side of the foyer.

“My apologies, Miss Y/L/N, Olivia is our new intern. Please be seated. Mr. Grey will be another five minutes.”

Olivia returns with a glass of iced water.

“Here you go, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Thank you.”

Blonde Number Two marches over to the large desk, her heels clicking and echoing on the sandstone floor. She sits down, and they both continue their work.

Perhaps Mr. Grey insists on all his employees being blonde. I’m wondering idly if that’s legal, when the office door opens and a tall, elegantly dressed, attractive man with short dreads exits. I have definitely worn the wrong clothes.

He turns and says through the door. “Golf, this week, Grey.”

I don’t hear the reply. He turns, sees me, and smiles, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners. Olivia has jumped up and called the elevator. She seems to excel at jumping from her seat. She’s more nervous than me!

“Good afternoon ladies,” he says as he departs through the sliding door.

“Mr. Grey will see you now, Miss Y/L/N. Do go through,” Blonde Number Two says.

I stand rather shakily trying to suppress my nerves. Gathering up my bag, I abandon my glass of water and make my way to the partially open door.

“You don’t need to knock – just go in.” She smiles kindly.

I push open the door and stumble through the impressively giant office. I notice a man his face hidden behind the computer. But in a moment he raises his head and approaches me.

That's when I see his face.

Holy Cow, his young nothing like I'd imagined him.

“Miss Clark” He extends a long-fingered hand to me. “I’m Christian Grey.”

So young – and attractive, very attractive. He’s tall, dressed in a fine gray suit, white shirt, and black tie with unruly dark copper colored hair and intense, bright gray eyes that regard me shrewdly. It takes a moment for me to find my voice.

“Um. Actually–” I mutter. If this guy is over thirty then I’m a monkey’s uncle. In a daze, I place my hand in his and we shake. As our fingers touch, I feel an odd exhilarating shiver run through me. I withdraw my hand hastily, embarrassed. Must be static.

I blink rapidly, my eyelids matching my heart rate. “Miss Clark is indisposed, so she sent me. I hope you don’t mind, Mr. Grey.”

“And you are?” His voice is warm, possibly amused, but it’s difficult to tell from his impassive expression. He looks mildly interested, but above all, polite.

“Y/N Y/L/N. I’m studying English Literature with Bella, um… Isabella… um… Miss Clark at Washington State.”

“I see,” he says simply. I think I see the ghost of a smile in his expression, but I’m not sure.

“Would you like to sit?” He waves me toward a white leather buttoned L-shaped couch.

His office is way too big for just one man. In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, there’s a huge modern dark-wood desk that six people could comfortably eat around. It matches the coffee table by the couch. Everything else is white – ceiling, floors, and walls except, on the wall by the door, where a mosaic of small paintings hang, thirty-six of them arranged in a square. They are exquisite – a series of mundane, forgotten objects painted in such precise detail they look like photographs. Displayed together, they are breathtaking.

“A local artist. Trouton,” says Grey when he catches my gaze.

“They’re lovely. Raising the ordinary to extraordinary,” I murmur, distracted both by him and the paintings. He cocks his head to one side and regards me intently.

“I couldn’t agree more, Miss Y/L/N,” he replies, his voice soft and for some inexplicable reason I find myself blushing.

Apart from the paintings, the rest of the office is cold, clean, and clinical. I wonder if it reflects the personality of the person who sinks gracefully into one of the white leather chairs opposite me. I shake my head, disturbed at the direction of my thoughts, and retrieve Bella’s questions from my bag.

Next, I set up the mini-disc recorder and am all fingers and thumbs, dropping it twice on the coffee table in front of me. Mr. Grey says nothing, waiting patiently – I hope – as I become increasingly embarrassed and flustered. When I pluck up the courage to look at him, he’s watching me, one hand relaxed in his lap and the other cupping his chin and trailing his long index finger across his lips. I think he’s trying to suppress a smile.

“Sorry,” I stutter. “I’m not used to this.”

“Take all the time you need, Miss Y/L/N,” he says.

“Do you mind if I record your answers?”

“After you’ve taken so much trouble to set up the recorder – you ask me now?”

I flush. He’s teasing me? I hope. I smile shyly, unsure what to say, and I think he takes pity on me because he relents. “No, I don’t mind.”

“Did Bella, I mean, Miss Clark, explain what the interview was for?”

“Yes. To appear in the graduation issue of the student newspaper as I shall be conferring the degrees at this year’s graduation ceremony.”

Oh! This is news to me, and I’m temporarily pre-occupied by the thought that someone not much older than me – okay, maybe six years or so, and okay, mega successful, but still – is going to present me with my degree.

I frown, dragging my wayward attention back to the task at hand.

“Good,” I swallow nervously. “I have some questions, Mr. Grey.” I smooth a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

“I thought you might,” he says, deadpan. He’s laughing at me. My cheeks heat at the realization, and I sit up and square my shoulders in an attempt to look taller and more intimidating. Pressing the start button on the recorder, I try to look professional.

“You’re very young to have amassed such an empire. To what do you owe your success?” I glance up at him. His smile is rueful, but he looks vaguely disappointed.

“Business is all about people, Miss Y/L/N, and I’m very good at judging people. I know how they tick, what makes them flourish, what doesn’t, what inspires them, and how to incentivize them. I employ an exceptional team, and I reward them well.” He pauses and fixes me with his gray stare.

“My belief is to achieve success in any scheme one has to make oneself master of that scheme, know it inside and out, know every detail. I work hard, very hard to do that. I make decisions based on logic and facts. I have a natural gut instinct that can spot and nurture a good solid idea and good people. The bottom line is, it’s always down to good people.”

“Maybe you’re just lucky.” This isn’t on Bella’s list – but he’s so arrogant. His eyes flare momentarily in surprise.

“I don’t subscribe to luck or chance, Miss Y/L/N. The harder I work the more luck I seem to have. It really is all about having the right people on your team and directing theirenergies accordingly. I think it was Harvey Firestone who said ‘the growth and development of people is the highest calling of leadership.’ ”

“You sound like a control freak.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.

“Oh, I exercise control in all things, Miss Y/L/N,” he says without a trace of humor in his smile. I look at him, and he holds my gaze steadily, impassive. My heartbeat quickens, and my face flushes again.

Why does he have such an unnerving effect on me? His overwhelming good-looks maybe? The way his eyes blaze at me? The way he strokes his index finger against his lower lip? I wish he’d stop doing that.

“Besides, immense power is acquired by assuring yourself in your secret reveries that you were born to control things,” he continues, his voice soft.

“Do you feel that you have immense power?” Control Freak.

“I employ over forty thousand people Miss Y/L/N. That gives me a certain sense of responsibility – power, if you will. If I were to decide I was no longer interested in the telecommunications business and sell up, twenty thousand people would struggle to make their mortgage payments after a month or so.”

My mouth drops open. I am staggered by his lack of humility. “Don’t you have a board to answer to?” I ask, disgusted.

“I own my company. I don’t have to answer to a board.” He raises an eyebrow at me.

I flush. Of course, I would know this if I had done some research. But holy crap, he’s so arrogant. I change tack.

“And do you have any interests outside your work?”

“I have varied interests, Miss Y/L/N.” A ghost of a smile touches his lips. “Very varied.”

And for some reason, I’m confounded and heated by his steady gaze. His eyes are alight with some wicked thought.

“But if you work so hard, what do you do to chill out?”

“Chill out?” He smiles, revealing perfect white teeth. I stop breathing. He really is beautiful. No one should be this good-looking.

“Well, to ‘chill out’ as you put it – I sail, I fly, I indulge in various physical pursuits.”

He shifts in his chair. “I’m a very wealthy man, Miss Y/L/N, and I have expensive and absorbing hobbies.”

I glance quickly at Bella’s questions, wanting to get off this subject.

“You invest in manufacturing. Why, specifically?” I ask. Why does he make me so uncomfortable?

“I like to build things. I like to know how things work: what makes things tick, how to construct and deconstruct. And I have a love of ships. What can I say?”

“That sounds like your heart talking rather than logic and facts.”

His mouth quirks up, and he stares appraisingly at me. “Possibly. Though there are people who’d say I don’t have a heart.”

“Why would they say that?” I ask, intrigued by that information.

“Because they know me well.” His lip curls in a wry smile.

“Would your friends say you’re easy to get to know?” And I regret the question as soon as I say it. It’s not on Bella’s list.

“I’m a very private person, Miss Y/L/N. I go a long way to protect my privacy. I don’t often give interviews,” he trails off.

“Why did you agree to do this one?”

“Because I’m a benefactor of the University, and for all intents and purposes, I couldn’t get Miss Clark off my back. She badgered and badgered my PR people, and I admire that kind of tenacity.”

I know how tenacious Bella can be. That’s why I’m sitting here squirming uncomfortably under his penetrating gaze, when I should be studying for my exams.

“You also invest in farming technologies. Why are you interested in this area?”

“We can’t eat money, Miss Y/L/N, and there are too many people on this planet who don’t have enough to eat.”

“That sounds very philanthropic. Is it something you feel passionately about? Feeding the world’s poor?”

He shrugs, very non-committal. “It’s shrewd business,” he shrugs, though I think he’s being disingenuous. It doesn’t make sense – feeding the world’s poor? I can’t see the financial benefits of this, only the virtue of the ideal. I glance at the next question, confused by his attitude.

“Do you have a philosophy? If so, what is it?”

“I don’t have a philosophy as such. Maybe a guiding principle. I’m very singular, driven. I like control – of myself and those around me.”

“So you want to possess things?” You are a control freak.

“I want to deserve to possess them, but yes, bottom line, I do.”

“You sound like the ultimate consumer.”

“I am.” He smiles, but the smile doesn’t touch his eyes. Again this is at odds with someone who wants to feed the world, so I can’t help thinking that we’re talking about something else, but I’m absolutely mystified as to what it is. I swallow hard. The temperature in the room is rising or maybe it’s just me. I just want this interview to be over.

Surely Bella has enough material now? I glance at the next question.“You were adopted. How far do you think that’s shaped the way you are?”

Oh, this is personal. I stare at him, hoping he’s not offended. His brow furrows. “I have no way of knowing.”

My interest is piqued.

“How old were you when you were adopted?”

“That’s a matter of public record, Miss Y/L/N.” His tone is stern. I flush, again. Crap.

Yes of course – if I’d known I was doing this interview, I would have done some research. I move on quickly.

“You’ve had to sacrifice a family life for your work.”

“That’s not a question.” He’s terse.

“Sorry.” I squirm, and he’s made me feel like an errant child. I try again. “Have you had to sacrifice a family life for your work?”

“I have a family. I have a brother and a sister and two loving parents. I’m not interested in extending my family beyond that.”

“Are you gay, Mr. Grey?”

He inhales sharply, and I cringe, mortified. Shoot. Why didn’t I employ some kind of filter before I read this straight out? How can I tell him I’m just reading the questions?

Damn Bella and her curiosity!

“No Y/N, I’m not.” He raises his eyebrows, a cool gleam in his eyes. He does

not look pleased.

“I apologize. It’s um… written here.” It’s the first time he’s said my name. My heartbeat has accelerated, and my cheeks are heating up again. Nervously, I tuck my loosened hair behind my ear.

He cocks his head to one side.

“These aren’t your own questions?”

The blood drains from my head. Oh no.

“Err… no. Bella – Miss Clark – she compiled the questions.”

“Are you colleagues on the student paper?”

I have nothing to do with the student paper. It’s her extra-curricular activity, not mine. My face is aflame. “No. She’s my roommate.”

He rubs his chin in quiet deliberation, his gray eyes appraising me. “Did you volunteer to do this interview?” he asks, his voice deadly quiet.

Hang on, who’s supposed to be interviewing whom? His eyes burn into me, and I’m compelled to answer with the truth.

“I was drafted. She’s not well.” My voice is weak and apologetic.

“That explains a great deal.”

There’s a knock at the door, and Blonde Number Two enters. “Mr. Grey, forgive me for interrupting, but your next meeting is in two minutes.”

“We’re not finished here, Andrea. Please cancel my next meeting.”

Andrea hesitates, gaping at him. She’s appears lost. He turns his head slowly to face her and raises his eyebrows. She flushes bright pink. Oh good. It’s not just me.

“Very well, Mr. Grey,” she mutters, then exits. He frowns, and turns his attention back to me.

“Where were we, Miss Y/L/N?”

Oh, we’re back to ‘Miss Y/L/N’ now.

“Please don’t let me keep you from anything.”

“I want to know about you. I think that’s only fair.” His gray eyes are alight with curiosity.

Where’s he going with this? He places his elbows on the arms of the chair and steeples his fingers in front of his mouth. His mouth is very… distracting. I swallow.

“There’s not much to know,” I say, flushing again.

“What are your plans after you graduate?”

I shrug, thrown by his interest. Come to Seattle with Bella, find a place, find a job. I haven’t really thought beyond my finals.

“I haven’t made any plans, Mr. Grey. I just need to get through my final exams.”

Which I should be studying for now rather than sitting in your palatial, swanky, sterile office, feeling uncomfortable under your penetrating gaze. “We run an excellent internship program here,” he says quietly.

I raise my eyebrows in surprise. Is he offering me a job? “Oh. I’ll bear that in mind,” I answer, completely confounded. “Though I’m not sure I’d fit in here.”

Oh no. I’m musing out loud again.

“Why do you say that?” He cocks his head to one side, intrigued, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” I’m uncoordinated, scruffy, and I’m not blonde.

“Not to me,” he murmurs. His gaze is intense, all humor gone, and strange muscles deep in my belly clench suddenly. I tear my eyes away from his scrutiny and stare blindly down at my knotted fingers.

What’s going on? I have to go – now. I lean forward to retrieve the recorder.

“Would you like me to show you around?” he asks.

“I’m sure you’re far too busy, Mr. Grey, and I do have a long drive.”

“You’re driving back to WSU in Vancouver?” He sounds surprised, anxious even. He glances out of the window. It’s begun to rain. “Well, you’d better drive carefully.” His tone is stern, authoritative.

Why should he care? “Did you get everything you need?” he adds.

“Yes sir,” I reply, packing the recorder into my bag. His eyes narrow, speculatively.

“Thank you for the interview, Mr. Grey.”

“The pleasure’s been all mine,” he says, polite as ever.

As I rise, he stands and holds out his hand.

“Until we meet again, Miss Y/L/N.” And it sounds like a challenge, or a threat, I’m not sure which. I frown.

When will we ever meet again? I shake his hand once more, astounded that that odd current between us is still there. It must be my nerves.

“Mr. Grey.” I nod at him. Moving with lithe athletic grace to the door, he opens it wide.

“Allow me to escort you outside.” He gives me a small smile.

He's so polite now.

“Sure, Mr. Grey,” I smile, and his smile widens. Together, we walk into the foyer. Andrea and Olivia both look up, equally surprised.

“Did you have a coat?” Grey asks.

“Yes.” Olivia leaps up and retrieves my black, which Grey takes from her before she can hand it to me. He holds it up and, feeling ridiculously self-conscious, I shrug it on.

Grey places his hands for a moment on my shoulders. I gasp at the contact. If he notices my reaction, he gives nothing away. His long index finger presses the button summoning the elevator, and we stand waiting – awkwardly on my part, coolly self-possessed on his.

The doors open, and I hurry in desperate to escape. I really need to get out of here. When I turn to look at him, he’s leaning against the doorway beside the elevator with one hand on the wall. He really is very, very good-looking. It’s distracting. His burning gray eyes gaze at me.

“Y/N,” he says as a farewell.

“Christian,” I reply. And mercifully, the doors close.

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“Just hold still…and done!” Nancy grinned as she capped the eyeliner. She brushed a lock of hair out of his face before declaring, “You’re officially stage-ready.”

Eddie turned to look at himself in the mirror, instantly pleased with what he saw. Steve always said that his big-ass Bambi eyes were his best feature, and the eyeliner really was making them pop. Add that with the tight jeans, the leather jacket, and the combat boots, and Eddie actually looked like he belonged on a stage. 

He looked good, but he only cared so much about his own thoughts, “You think Steve will like it?”

Nancy rolled her eyes, “Like you have to ask. We’ll be lucky if he doesn’t have a heart attack.”

Eddie grinned at that. He could only hope that his reaction would be that good, “And it will last all night?”

“At least for 12 hours,” She reassured, “I used the good stuff. This eyeliner lasted on my mom for a fifteen-hour plane ride once, with layovers. You’re ready.”

Eddie nodded. That was basically equivalent to spending a wild night with Steve, the odds were in his favor. He reached over to give Nancy a one-armed hug, taking the time to hover for a second before she gave him a subtle nod. 

“God, you’re such a lifesaver,” Eddie sighed as he squeezed her to his side, “You sure you don’t want to come?”

Nancy snorted, “Are you kidding me? My dad would ground me for the next five years if I got caught. And you know I love you guys but I can barely deal with Steve gushing over you on a normal day, let alone one where you actually look hot.”

“Awwww, you think I’m hot?” Eddie cooed, laughing at the way it made her cringe.

She was already gathering everything back up into her makeup bag, trying and failing to hide her little smile, “Don’t push it.”

But he did, of course he did, the whole way back to the Wheeler house, earning himself a sharp pinch to his arm more than once. He dropped her off at home, promising that they would call her first thing in the morning to say how it went. Then he picked up his boys and the four of them were off, all of them excited out of their minds. 

Eddie had never imagined that he would be playing on a real stage, in a real city. It had been a silly little radio contest for a charity event, first five callers got the privilege to audition to be a one-time opener for Metallica, a band that Eddie adored but the rest of the world hadn’t seemed to have caught on to yet. It was a one-time thing, paired with some great luck for the station to catch them for a single night before their next album release. But still, it was a big deal, especially for people like them that had less than zero connections. Steve was the one who insisted that they call in. Eddie had just never thought that they would have actually won. 

But they had, and the prize was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to meet a band that Eddie just knew was going to be huge one day. Plus, free hotel rooms for the weekend? What more could a guy ask for? 

It was a fun drive, of course it was. You couldn’t get Eddie, Freak, Gareth, and Jeff in a room together without it being a blast. The only problem was that he already missed Steve. Which was, admittedly, stupid as fuck considering that he’d see him in a matter of hours. He just hated that he had to sneak out for this. Or more aptly, he hated that his parents forced him to sneak out for this. But they had a good plan here. 

He’d lie and say he was going to bed early to prepare some bullshit elaborate date for Nancy, one that would involve him being gone for all of Saturday. He’d sneak out his window by seven, drive the two hours to be there just in time for the curtains opening at nine-thirty. Then they’d spend the night together like they had been every night for years, his parents none the wiser.

The shitheads. 

Saturday night and Sunday would be a little trickier, but Steve was coasting off the fact that his parents usually forgot to say goodbye when they left for a trip. They had a red-eye flight at 3 am, and Nancy was already prepped to make a fake phone call to ask if he could stay for dinner Saturday. With any luck, they would forget about him entirely, both of them too tired to think about the fact that they wouldn't have seen their son for nearly two days. The last bit was more of a gamble, but Steve wasn’t about to let his parents' wrath ruin his shot at a romantic and paid-for weekend with his boyfriend. Besides, when it came to Nancy, his mom basically never questioned anything. Hell, she was basically on the edge of planning their fucking wedding at this point, beyond ecstatic that Steve had finally gotten himself a permanent girlfriend. 

God, that girl really was a lifesaver. Eddie was almost surprised at just how much he liked her, and not even because she was beyond useful when it came to hiding their relationship. She was just…kind of cool? He didn’t know how else to describe it, but her whole gun-toting, no-nonsense, and slightly bitchy persona was really doing it for him. Honestly, on a bad day, Eddie was slightly afraid of her, but he kind of liked that too. The fact that she could go from scarily intense to sarcastically hilarious just equated to a winning personality in his book. And that wasn’t even counting how happy she made Steve, and vice versa. 

Sometimes he’d wander into the room that they were supposed to be studying in, only to find the two of them completely off the rails either talking about their shared passion for musicals, high school gossip, or more often than not, Steve Harrington approved seduction methods for her to try out on Jonathan Beyers. Or Tom Cruise, depending on the timing. 

They wouldn’t even notice that he walked in most of the time, too caught up in laughing with each other. Maybe it was weird, but sometimes Eddie would just watch them for a minute. Steve would be all giggly and smiling and adorable, and it just made Eddie feel warm. Hell, even seeing Nancy happy was enough to make him smile most days, the girl deserved it after everything she’d been through last year. She was a good person and a good friend. And Eddie was going to get her so many corny Indy souvenirs for covering their asses tonight. 

They were all nervous as hell when they finally got there, but actually getting to meet the band while they were setting up went surprisingly well. Though that mostly had to do with the fact that they had prepared for it. They had a fool-proof system of aggressively stepping on each other’s feet when one got a bit too fangirly. And though it left all four with some bruises, it did manage to stop Gareth from telling James Hetfield that he would totally marry him if he was a chick. They made a good impression, Eddie was pretty damn sure of it considering they offered free tickets for their next tour. 

It was fun, even if he was still nervous as all hell when it was their time to play. He had never felt this anxious walking out on stage before. Maybe that had to do with the fact that it was a real stage, but still. He wasn’t the type to be nervous about performing at all, whether that be at the Hideout or hopping on lunch tables for an impassioned speech. 

He swallowed as he looked out into the crowd, heart pounding in his chest as he realized just how many people were there. It was a far cry from the Hideout where they would be lucky to get ten people to actually notice when they were finished. But this had to be a hundred plus. Eddie’s eyes zeroed into the front row, scanning it for the one thing that could calm him down. It didn’t take long to spot him. 

There he was, smack dab in the middle of the row, completely out of place with his adorable pink polo. He was leaning against the railing, hearts in his eyes as he waved up at him. Eddie grinned, his nerves disappearing the second Steve blew him a kiss. Just the sight of him was enough to bring Eddie back down to earth.

He stepped up to the mic, guitar in hand, and started to sing.

Excerpt from chapter 14 of this fic

[queenof-curses]

Kento Nanami x Fem!Reader

A Trip to the Dentist

Summary: You and Kento have been friends forever. Having tooth trouble, what better way to get it addressed immediately than to call up Dr. Nanami?

Word Count: 4.4k

Masterlist | More Jujutsu Kaisen

Tags: Minors DNI! Explicit, Light Angst, Mutual Pining, Porn with some Plot, Oral, Fingering, Explicit Sex, Dirty Talk

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“Hmm.. I’m sorry, Dr. Nanami is busy, can you call back at a later date?” 

“Ha-Ha-Ha, very funny Kento…” You hold the phone to your ear, walking along the pavement of the small downtown area this town has. 

You could practically feel the smirk he gives you over the line. It was just like him, his humor was always dry and somewhat teasing towards you. Not that you weren’t used to it at this point. 

Kento Nanami. You knew him like the back of your hand, growing up in the same class and down the street from one another. He became your first friend when you were bullied by the mean girls in your kindergarten class. He saved you that one fateful day on the playground, and you never forgot it. 

From then on, you two were inseparable. Two peas in a pod. You were science class partners, bus buddies, and more. However, that was years ago. You’re both adults now… both unable to leave the town you call home. 

In fact, after college you both returned home to open your own businesses right here on the little downtown strip. Everyone in town spends their days here, and now you two have your own little part in its beauty. It really was something out of one of those movies. 

Returning from pastry school you finally decided to say fuck it and opened your own bakery. The closest one was in the neighboring town anyway. You were welcomed with open arms and business has never been better for you. 

Kento went into dentistry, opening up his own practice on the other end of the strip from your bakery. The townsfolk always joke how you two close friends ended up running opposite businesses in both location and practice. I mean, two best friends… one runs a sweets shop, the other is a dentist? It was comedic. They always teased the relationship between you two. However, they couldn’t be further from the truth. 

You and Kento were friends. Very close friends and nothing more. In fact, you never really thought of him that way before. Have you?

Those thoughts are quickly pushed aside as Nanami responds to your teasing.

“You know I enjoy poking fun at you, I can imagine your blush now…” He says on the other end of the line. “What’s up?”

“Well.. I have an issue, and you CAN’T be mad at me.” You quickly add that last bit, thinking about how he’s certainly not going to like hearing this one.

“Do I even want to know?” He responds.

“Well…..” 

“What did you do?” He asks, tone light but firm with you. 

Uh oh, he’s using his Doctor voice. 

You grimace before answering him. “Uhh… Well, I’m having some tooth pain. I was wondering if you could help me out real quick?” You ask, tone turning sweet. 

“I told you to take it easy with those sweets, they’ll rot your teeth..” He nags from his end.

“I Know! Okay? But what do you expect? I run a freaking Bakery Kento! Now can you help or not?” You demand, matching his tone.

“Of course I can help, y/n… How could I say no to you?” He takes a minute to ponder. “Except I could say no…. Unless you bring me some of your special sourdough.” 

Ha. Hook, Line, & Sink..

Your smile is huge. “Oh I think I can manage that…” 

“Excellent, y/n. Let’s see… its 330pm. You close at 430 right? Just stop by after you lock up, I’m done with patients for the day so I sent home the assistant, but I think I can manage a cavity.” 

“Ugh, thank you so much Kento! You’re a lifesaver!” You yell into the phone.

“Just don’t forget my bread, y/n” You can hear his light laugh through the speaker. “Also, NO SWEETS!” He yells at you right before hanging up the phone. 

Hmmph, well then. Grumpy goose. As always.

Rolling your eyes, you reach the doors of your bakery and walk inside. Taking in the smell of fresh bread and cookies, you wave to your own assistant in passing. You let her go home for the day while you take care of the last of the customers. After a quick clean up and securing the money, you wrap a loaf of sourdough and set it aside for Nanami. 30 minutes later you find yourself locking up the shop and making the 2 block walk to Kento’s practice.

The sun was starting to set on this lovely spring day. As you walk you admire the storefronts and wave to recognisable friendly faces. You loved this town. It was safe and it was home. Finally arriving at the dentist's office, you knock on the glass door. Almost immediately, Kento walks up on the other side and you hear a sharp click as it unlocks. Stepping aside, he welcomes you inside then locks back up behind you. 

“I got your bread for you, Dr. Nanami!” You smile as you present the loaf, cheesing hard enough for him to pick up on your teasing.

“Please, y/n stop calling me Doctor, I’m never used to it and technically I am off the clock. You know how I feel about overtime…” he mutters. 

It only makes you smile harder. “Yeah Yeah, I know… I’m sorry, this tooth hurts like a bitch, so I had to give you a call.” You look up at him with wide eyes, trying to work your magic on him.

“It’s fine, y/n. I mean it. For your bread, I’d probably just do about anything…” he trails off, taking in your flour-covered outfit. 

You notice his eyes on you, blushing. “Oh- sorry. Didn’t really have time to change…” 

He simply nods and walks to the back, motioning for you to follow him. He’s much taller than you, lean and strong. How he has the time to work out, you’ll never know. He’s not wearing his scrubs, but a simple pair of dress pants and a white button down shirt, slightly undone at the top. His sleeves were bunched up, and he looks like he had a busy day as well. You watch him walk in front of you to the back, alcoves of chairs line the walls and he takes you to the very last one. 

Motioning for you to sit, you set your stuff down and get comfortable in the chair. It was quiet. However, it wasn’t uncomfortable. You were so used to Kento’s silence, knowing how much he likes to work on his own. Not you though, you were the rambunctious one. The loud thunder to his quiet lightning. I guess that’s why people always thought you would make the best couple. Perfectly fitting together but so different, like puzzle pieces.

Whoa, Y/n. Where did those thoughts come from? 

“Let me see inside, even though I have a feeling it is a cavity,” Nanami states, interrupting your traveling thoughts. 

You comply and open your mouth, not giving him lip since you know he means business when that tone of his comes out. So you sit and let Kento do his work. 

It was a cavity, of fucking course it was. What it really is, is new material for him to hound on you for your sugar addiction. You’re a pastry chef, how could you stay away? 

He works on your tooth for the next 30 minutes, the sound of the drill and ejector being the only things in the room. Kento fills your filling and remolds your tooth. During this time, you really allowed your mind to wander back to your original thoughts.

You guess he was attractive. Well, of course he was, you weren’t blind. Kento was tall, but not too tall. Lean, but not muscle-ly. His blonde hair was always perfect, tousled just right. And when he took off those glasses, he was panty-melting. 

Shit, maybe I should rethink this? 

It wasn’t just his looks either, and you knew that. He always took care of you, that’s why people thought you were a couple. He helped you study your general education classes in college when you needed it most. He was there when your grandfather passed away. He was the one to help you choose a building for your bakery. It’s always been him and you, and you don’t think you could bear the thought of him being with someone else. He always brought you back down when you’d float too high. 

Your thoughts escape you as Kento finally speaks, his voice seems hoarse as it cracks a little bit. “Uhh…. y/n.. I just have to finish checking the shape and then you can be on your way.” He was blushing down at you. 

Uhhh... Did you miss something?

What you didn’t notice was that during your trail of thoughts Nanami had 3 fingers in your mouth. His thumb was on your chin, almost caressing it. He was holding your mouth open as he checked over your filling. Tension began to fill up the room as he looked at his hand and then down to you. 

You locked eyes with him, thinking well, maybe I’ve always felt like this… there must be a reason behind neither of us never being able to commit to other people.

Your tongue snaked its way in between two of his gloved fingers, caressing the inner side of his digit. Not breaking eye contact with him, you slid your tongue up and down as you felt drool pool into your mouth.

With a sharp intake of breath, Kento asked “Y/n… what are you doing?”

“Hasdihgja songwebo feidn" 

He took a deep breath before slowly removing his hand to allow you to speak. The room was silent as you both watched the thick trail of drool pull away with his hand, connecting his fingers to your mouth. He groaned out loud, watching it fall on top of you.

“What do you think you are doing, Y/n?” He asked, sternly.

You looked up at him then, always being the outspoken one. “Kento… tell me, do you feel something for me?” 

Your eyes were so wide, he couldn’t believe the question that fell out of your mouth. What did you mean? Could you possibly finally be putting the pieces together? He thought before answering, “Y/n… I’m not going to lie to you… not that I could anyways,” he muttered, as if annoyed with himself. “There’s a reason I’ve stuck by your side…you make me happy… You bring me joy, you make me believe in myself. What was once friendship made me feel something more a long time ago… I never planned on acting on it, until I knew for sure…” He said, trailing off as he looked at you. 

“For sure, what? Kento?” 

“For sure that you reciprocated, Y/N.” He states,  leaning down towards you. “Now tell me, little lamb, have you ever felt anything more than friendship between us?”

His question had you thinking. Always with the nickname too, little lamb. You chuckled at the memory, him always comparing you to a lost lamb. But, then again, it seems that time and time again he was always there to help find your way home. In fact, Nanami was Home. He was your everything. You pondered this thought before answering him.

“Yes.” You said while looking up at him, confidence coming over you. “Kento… I- don’t really know how to put it into words, but it’s a feeling of wanting more. I just-I can’t-”

He cuts you off then, leaning down and locking his lips with yours for the first time. He sinks into you and you welcome him in. His lips taste of winter mint. You groan into his touch, wanting more from him. 

Your lips challenge one another- fighting for dominance. Letting his tongue dance inside of your mouth, you let him win the battle this time. He pushes off you- allowing you both to catch your breaths.

You're both practically panting as you sit back and take one another in. Your lips were swollen and glistening, it had his member hard and ready to burst free. You looked down and noticed the tension behind his zipper. Smirking, you look back up to him with a challenging expression- “Excited to see me?” 

Kento smirks right back at you as it seems your teasing turns a switch off inside of him. He huffs out a laugh, thick and laced with sexual energy. It has his chest heaving, and temporarily distracts you as you watch his muscles writhe underneath the tight shirt. Noticing you not completely paying attention, his dominant side comes out to play. 

Shooting his arm out he catches your throat, holding it inside his large hand. He’s lightly squeezing the sides, adding just enough pressure to turn off your bratiness and lock eyes with his. He takes his other hand and brings his fingers into your mouth. 

Still gloved, you can taste the latex as he plays with your tongue. Pushing a singular finger to the back of your throat he triggers a gag from you. He groans at the noise and you respond, giving into his predatory gaze. Your tongue circles his digits, coating them in your own saliva. 

Nanami grows hard watching you slurp and suck on his fingers. He imagines his cock being shoved down your throat as you gag around his hardness. 

“Fuck, Y/n… you’ll never understand what you do to me…” he whispers. 

You lock eyes with his as he pulls his hand from your mouth once more. Together, you watch as your drool drips from his fingers. The air was thick with sexual tension and you waited for him to act on it first. 

He stood from his chair suddenly. It gave you an eyeful of his growing erection, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your mouth water even more. He truly was beautiful, almost like a god. Looking up through your lashes, you gave him your puppy dog eyes you knew would work so well, silently begging for him to act. 

Removing his gloves, he looked down at you. His gaze was so predatory, so controlled, you could feel his dominance in your bones. 

“I am going to fuck you, y/n.”

You gasped. You never thought he’d be so straight forward. 

I think I like bedroom Nanami, you thought.

“I’m not waiting, I can’t wait- I’m going to fuck you right now in this chair… I've been waiting long enough.”

And then he pounced.

I lied, I LOVE bedroom Nanami. 

He was on your body in seconds, tearing your clothes off you as you reached for his buttoned shirt. Your lips were all over each other, the sexual tension finally snapped. He lifted your shirt from you then dived to pull your pants off.

All you could think about was him driving his cock deep inside of you. The thought had your panties wet. You’re both driven to move faster and remove the barriers between the two of you. You quickly unbuttoned his shirt and stuck your hand beneath it, feeling hot and smooth skin underneath.

Kento was peppering your body in kisses as he removed your shirt. He stopped to decorate your neck in bites, licking and sucking his way up your throat. He locked his lips with yours as his scent surrounded your whole body. Warm sandalwood and a hint of mint…. He was your undoing. He unclipped your bra and threw it to the side, sitting back to take in your bare breasts. 

Your nipples were perked at the sudden cool air mixed with your arousal. Nanami eyed your chest in earnest, reaching out and taking them in his warm hands. Always one for details, he tweaked your nipples, earning a small yelp from you. 

“Kento.. Please,” you begged. 

“What was that Y/n? Please what?” He teased you, lightly tugging on your buds.

“Please…. Touch me..” you whispered, locking eyes with him.

You were a wet mess, left begging for him in nothing but a pair of panties. He still had most of his clothing on, just an unbuttoned shirt revealing his chiseled chest. Strong and lean, you admired his muscles in the low light of the room. He was breathing heavily and looked as if he was losing control of himself fast.

That part was true. Nanami couldn’t believe how beautiful you were in front of him. Your breasts heaving, nipples at attention, and that pleading look you gave him... God, it was his undoing. The controlled tether snapped within him at that look on your face.

He leaned over to kiss you. Passionate, and slow… that’s the least he could do before unleashing himself upon you. 

You moaned into his mouth, welcoming his body between your legs. He took a hold of your thighs with his hands, pushing them apart as far as the chair would allow you to do. You gasped, you were spread open for him. Your thin wet panties being your only shield from his gaze. 

He looked down, smirking at the wet spot on your underwear. Reaching down, he grabbed the thin cloth and shoved it to the side, revealing your glistening folds to him. 

Kento groaned out loud, “Fuck… y/n, I need to taste you.”

Your breath hitched as he situated himself partway on his stomach, not taking an eye off of your bare flesh. Not one to waste time, it was mere seconds before his tongue met your cunt. His hot muscle spread your lower lips and slurped your juice as if he was a man starved. 

Your moans quickly filled the room as Nanami teased up and down your slit, mixing his saliva with your juices. He held your lips open with two fingers, admiring your darkest parts before spitting on your exposed hole. You whimpered at the lewdness of it all.

“Y/n… listen to me. I want you to cum on my mouth, I need to taste your release…” he trailed off before diving back into you.

He licked and slurped and drove you higher and higher. His strong nose teased your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your whole body. You found yourself quickly reaching your peak.

“Fuck, Kento… faster, please!” you cried out for him.

He dips two fingers into you, curving them to run against that sweet spongy spot inside of you. You screamed in response, digging both your hands into his hair and tugging his face against you. He groaned out; you could feel the rumble on your clit as his tongue danced with your little bundle of nerves.

Driving his fingers in and out of your hole, Kento imagines his cock buried in you as he pumps his hips into the chair. He lets you grind onto his face, using it to build up your release. 

Your legs begin to shake as you feel yourself reach that wonderful place. They part as far as they can go as you grind your hips into his face one last time before screaming out. 

“FUCK! Fuck Kent-” You groan out, not finishing a complete thought. In fact, you can’t even think straight as he finger fucks you through your high. Riding it out with you, he savors your cream on his tongue, thinking it's the best thing he’s ever tasted. 

“Sweeter than your baked goods, baby girl…” he says, looking up at you. 

Removing his fingers from your cunt, he grabs the back of your head and forces your mouth on his. He runs his fingers through your hair, uncaring if your juices get tangled into it. He yanks your head back, forcing your eyes on his.

Panting, he says “I need to fuck you, I can’t wait any longer.”

You could only nod in response, not completely coming down from your pleasurable high.

Nanami stands once again, removing his button down shirt completely. You eye him like a kid in a candy store. He smirks down at you as he reaches towards your panties and yanks them down your legs.

“Perfect…” he purrs out. 

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond to that statement as he takes your hips in both hands and maneuvers you onto your hands and knees. Facing the head of the chair, you could feel the cool leather kiss your forehead. You arched your back for him, giving him a show of your wet pussy.

You hear a belt buckle move and a zipper slide down. Turning back, you notice he has cock out and in his hand, lightly pumping it. You gasp out loud. Nanami was a gorgeous man. Gorgeous men have gorgeous cocks. And it was breathtaking. His member was long with a slight upward curve. You smile knowing it’ll hit your soft spot just right. He had a thick vein decorating the side of it, meeting the base of short, clean blonde hair. It was perfect… he was perfect. 

Locking eyes with you, he stands behind your body. Not bothering to take off his pants all the way, he ran his cockhead up and down your slit, mixing his precum with your cream. Slowly, he began to sink inside your cunt, relishing the feeling of your hole squeezing him.

“Fuck Y/N… you’re so tight.” He groaned out. 

Kento took your hips in his large hands. The action made you feel tiny as he hovered over your body. He continued to sheath himself inside of you, stretching your pussy over his member. 

You groaned out at the stretch. He prepped you well and you were wet enough to enjoy every moment of him sinking into you. You couldn’t wait, you wanted him to fuck your brains out. You needed him to. 

Patience breaking, you groan out. “Kento.. Please, I need you to fuck me.” 

You were answered with silence.

Suddenly, the air changed in the room. Tension seeped from his body as he registered your words. He paused his actions.

“Mmmm, if you insist y/n.” He said, knowing you had no idea what you just signed up for.

He slammed the rest of the way in, jerking you forward and making you cry out. He pulled out immediately and slammed into you again. And again and again and again. Not stopping, the sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the entire office.

You screamed for him, moaning mumbled words and holding onto the chair as he fucked into you from behind. Gripping your hips hard, you were sure he’d leave bruises in the shape of his hands. 

He drove your entire body forward as his cock pulsed inside your walls. You felt helpless as he used your body for his pleasure. Lost in your own delight, you shift so you can meet his thrusts. Your breasts bounced from the action. Moving in sync, your hips met his as your skin slapped against one another.

Nanami moaned out, “You feel so good… so fucking tight-you’re gonna make me cum little lamb.”

“Fuck- do it. I want it. Cum in me, please. Mark me Kento...I’m yours.” You groaned out.

He growled in response, increasing his speed. He drove in and out of your cunt, his thrusts turning reckless. You could feel his heavy balls slap against your clit. A familiar warmth started to bloom inside you from his harsh pace.

“Shit- I’m gonna cum again, fuck… please!” you cried out.

He continued fucking into you, hitting your sweet spot. How did he already know how to find it? You couldn’t be bothered to think. His body kissed your clit as he drove you higher and higher.

“Cum on my cock, baby… give it to me, fuck.. I want to feel you.” He said, taking a handful of your hair and yanking your head back. 

Your back arched and he used you as leverage to drive himself deeper into your cunt. The action had you screaming out your release, hitting you suddenly as you moaned his name. It was out of nowhere. Nanami pulled your orgasm from your body as if he owned every inch of you. Your pussy fluttered around his shaft, gripping him as if to steal his own release as he did yours.

“Y/n…” he groaned out, “You’re squeezing me so tight… mm’ gonna finish..” 

“Do it! Give it to me Kento… please! Cum inside me… I need it.” You begged as you pushed your hips into his, guiding his member in and out of you.

Shit, he thought. Your words were so dirty. Nanami’s thoughts of marking you had him releasing his seed into your tight cunt. With one last snap of his hips, he coated your walls in white as your pussy pulled every last drop from him. You were milking him dry. It was as if you needed his seed to survive. He couldn’t believe it. 

“Fuck Y/N… you feel so good..” he said, lazily fucking into you before slowing down to a  complete stop. He held himself inside of you, relishing the tightness of your cunt and the warmth of you around him. 

With him fully seated inside of you, his cock plugged you up. You’ve never felt so full before, savoring the heat of his cum and his body on top of yours. 

He pulled out of you slowly, eyes watching your hole drip with his seed. He groaned, loving you like this. Finally, he thought, you saw him in the same light he always saw you in. You were his and he was never going to let go. 

Releasing his grasp on your hair, you drop down to the chair with your ass still in the air, now completely exposed to the room. He couldn’t look away as he watched a mix of both your juices drip from your body onto the chair below you. He reached out, taking two fingers to stuff his cum back inside of your pussy.

You hissed out, sensitive to touch after your little adventure together.

“Hey now.. I’m still sensitive!” You say, tone sarcastic and teasing.

He grins at you, letting out a light laugh. “Yes I know.. I just like to see it.” 

You turn over at that statement, locking eyes with him. Taking in each other’s fucked-out expressions, you both smile wide knowing that this is only the first, but not the last time you share a moment like this. 

[its-monster-mash]

Didn’t Your Momma Ever Tell You not to Talk to Strangers?

Bo Sinclair x Reader - Part One

WARNINGS: Fem!Reader, Gendered terms of endearments/insults, violent thoughts—but they don’t get enacted in this chapter, Bo is…Bo. Sexist Pig.

Part Two Part Three

Bo still thinks back on that first day he saw you.

The first thing he heard when that busted up old van rolled into town was a god awful rattling that told him the wheel bearing was beyond fucked and you were all lucky the wheel hadn’t popped right off and went careening down the highway without you.

You didn’t get his funeral act—he happened to already be hard at work when the rust bucket rolled in, so of course, he was in a pretty shit mood about having to deal with new arrivals right that second until you popped out of the window like a Dukes of Hazzard reject—your sweaty hair matted to your face and your ratty old band tee clinging to your body for dear life in the summer heat.

That lightened his mood right away—you’d look real pretty in his basement, and he was already running through all the ways he’d enjoy making you cry when he realized something awfully damn disappointing.

The rest of your little crew was packed into that van like a goddamn clown car, and judging by the outline of the knife in your tight little cut off shorts, you ladies weren’t fucking around.

But you were fuckin’ nice, weren’t you? All polite and shit. ‘Course, you couldn’t have been too awfully bright, asking the guy in the greasy coveralls if he’s a mechanic—no shit bitch; you think he just rolls around in motor oil because it smells pretty? Get fucked.

His momma would have thought you were trash—the way you were strutting around like that with all that ink in your skin—but god help him, it got him hot. Just the thought of slapping his own name down on you sent a rush through him.

He knows better though. As easy as it would be to grab you and drag you away—the way you were smiling at him like you fucking trusted him and the bullshit charming persona he was feeding you—but even he was smart enough to know that if he tried anything, your little pack of women would fall upon him like wolves—that’d be a fuckin’ stupid way to go out.

So he replaced the wheel-bearing on your friend’s shitty van, you paid him, and his eye twitched at the thought of letting you slip from his grasp when you’d been just about close enough for him to taste your blood under his teeth.

You called him a ‘Lifesaver’ before giving him a peck on the cheek and climbing back in through the window.

You had no idea how right you were—the fact that he let you walk out of Ambrose may as well have been the same thing as saving your useless life.

What a fuckin’ joke.

He didn’t figure he’d see you again after that.

~*~

That is, until two weeks later when he heard the most goddamn annoying custom horn he’d ever heard in his life, and in rolls the slutwagon—you were already leaning out the window with a big stupid smile, waving at him like you two were buddies or something.

Fuck, he was annoyed to see you—it was a goddamned tease—he couldn’t get his hands on you, and yet here you were, darkening his doorstep with that big fuckin’ smile. You probably thought you were so adorable.

He did have to hand it to you about your taste in music though—assuming you weren’t just some vapid bitch wearing someone else’s shirts.

More interesting though, was the shiny loaf of tinfoil you presented to him.

Banana bread—you’d told him—baked it yourself.

Like he was supposed to be touched.

He figured you’d stopped by because you needed him to fix something else on that rolling death trap, but no; all you wanted to do was stop by while you went on your road trip and bring him something nice—since he had been so good to you before.

Fucking freak; who does that?

That damn banana bread was fucking good though—maybe there was hope to make a fuckin’ woman out of you yet.

~*~

Week after week, he had come to expect your little visits—and the sweets you always brought with you. It was like tribute—and goddamn if he didn’t deserve it for being so fucking patient with you.

It was fucking rude of you, honestly, training him like a fucking dog to get all excited when you would come in to town. It had been an awfully long time since he was actually excited to see a specific person—been a long fuckin’ time since there was anyone outside of Ambrose who actually wanted to see him—and part of him hated you for the way your smile spread to his lips when he saw you.

The more genuine his happiness, the more he wanted to fucking punish you.

Honestly, how dare you? How dare you go and make yourself important enough to him that he actually misses you between your little visits?

And then you have the nerve to leave too?

Fuck you, Cunt. The least you could do is go ahead and chain yourself up in his basement, for all the trouble you’ve caused him.

Maybe then he could forgive you.

Fuckin’ doubt it though.

~*~

He hates this day—the day you’re supposed to visit always puts him on edge, and he spends the hours until you and your little pack of wolves actually decide to roll in pacing around by his shop—as if he’s got nothing better to be doing—because that’s where you always come looking for him.

And why not?

You’ve got no idea anything’s weird about Ambrose—you only ever come ‘round to fuck with his heart anyway.

He oughta let Vincent immortalize you in wax—that way you could never fucking leave him again—but then who’d bake him pumpkin bread with the little chocolate chips, just the way he likes it?

Seriously, somehow it was like the chocolate stayed melty even after the bread was long cooled—the bakery in the closest town over doesn’t even sell pumpkin bread. It had to be some kind of fuckin’ witchcraft—that’s it, you bewitched him with your cooking—it’s the only explanation for the for the way his heart stirs when he hears that goddamn horn.

Quickest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach after all—honestly—you must have done this to him on purpose.

“Hey Bo!” You call out of the window as that sad excuse for a van stops out in front of his shop.

He could have fixed that door of course, but he loves watching you climb out of that little window, so he’s never offered.

“Hey Pretty Lady, got something good for me today?”

“Your favorite,” you beam proudly, presenting a wrapped up loaf that better be fucking pumpkin.

He’d be awful hurt if after all this time you thought his favorite was anything else—not sure how well he could hold himself back if you managed to screw that up.

You are cute though, standing there expectantly, waiting for the hug that’s become a part of your little ritual. He likes the way your titties crush against his chest when you wrap your arms around him, and he lifts you off the ground just a bit for good measure—even he knows that girls love that shit, and to be honest, he’s not quite sure how he’d react if you just up and decided to never come visit him again.

So he’ll keep playing nice, even when it makes the bile rise up to the back of his throat every time your vapid little friends make immature little noises mocking you—and by extension him—for how damn cute you look.

He doesn’t hear the cacophony of hyenas this time though—no—this time it’s a man’s voice.

“So that’s my competition?”

Bo’s jaw goes tense immediately, and he’s not sure if he’s more angry with you for being a fucking slut, or the douchebag leaning out the window and eye-fucking you.

“Get fucked, Corey,” you hiss, throwing the bird over your shoulder without so much as looking at him.

Good Girl, he thinks. Don’t you fucking dare look at that yuppie little fucker.

But that yuppie little fucker is in the shitbucket van—the van you came in on. There’s a metallic taste in Bo’s mouth, and it’s only now that he realizes he’d been biting the inside of his cheek. Truth is, all he is to you is a fucking stop on your road trip—whoever the fuck Corey is, he’s part of your world.

The thought of that shrimpy little cuck bitch getting to fuck you makes him see fucking red.

You have no idea how much danger you’re in right now. There’s nothing Bo wants more that to smack the shit out of your pretty little face for making a fool out of him.

That would teach you—fuck you up so bad no one but him ever wanted to fuck you again.

But he deserves better—he likes your pretty face—so you’d better fucking make it up to him.

What stings the most is that he can’t do shit about any of it right now—and he knows damn well that maybe he never will.

He is not used to feeling powerless, and he is not a fan.

“Oh come on,” The dickprint whines. “You’ll fuck around with this hick but not me?”

So you weren’t fucking him.

That eases Bo’s temper a little bit—even in spite of the fucking rude bullshit the little shit is spewing—and his world stops falling down around him.

“Hey Cumstain, how about you shut your fucking mouth when you’re in my damn town,” Bo fires off, pulling you off to the side of him as he stalks toward the van—your stupid little friends actually look intimidated for once, and it fills him with a surge of pride.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m not staying—unlike you I actually have places to go in life.”

“Corey,” you hiss, and the way your lip curls with rage is getting Bo hot under the collar—you look fucking good when you’re angry.

“Oh calm down,” he waves you off. “You’re not this guy’s type anyway—he looks like he gets all his action at the family reunion.”

Bo’s about two seconds shy of dragging this fucker out of the van and making him settle their differences like men—which is to say, he’d utterly pummel the much smaller guy—because God Damn would it feel good to bash that guy’s skull in until his brain matter is clinging to his fists.

But you get in the way.

You’re marching right back to that van with a fire in your eyes that makes Bo wonder if you might actually have more in common with him than he’d originally thought.

You take a fistful off the fucker’s necklaces, and drag him close to you. “You’re gonna fucking apologize to Bo, and you’re gonna do it right fucking now,” you snarl.

“No way, you fucking crazy bitch!” He squirms, but you don’t let him go until one of your usual group shouts your name a couple of times.

Bo kind of wants to rip her throat out for that—he was really looking forward to seeing what you would have done to that guy if he kept up his disrespectful mouth.

“Okay, Tasha, I’m not going one more mile with this piece of shit—so we’re gonna have to figure something else out,” you save Bo the trouble of snapping at her.

“We’re six hours away from home—what are you planning to do?” She huffs. “Walk?”

“Don’t know, don’t care.” You put your hands up in exasperation, and Bo can’t help but watch you with baited breath—praying to God that this goes where he hopes it’s going.

Maybe, fucking finally, all his patience is about to pay off.

You turn to face him, and he slaps on a super forced looking smile to cover up the manic glee that’s threatening to burst through. “Is there a hotel in Ambrose?”

“Nah,” Bo shakes his head in a mockery of solemnity, before seeming to perk up with an idea that of course hadn’t crossed his mind before. “You can crash with me though if you want—I got plenty’a room for ya.”

He looks like such a fucking gentleman, and you just fucking nod, taking his hand like a fucking dumb slut who has no idea how much danger she’s getting herself into. “Thanks, Bo, I think I’ll have to take you up on that, if it’s not to much trouble.”

“If it were, I wouldn’t have offered.” That should have been fucking obvious—that’s okay though, he’ll have so much time to force some sense into you now—all the time in the fucking world.

“Are you crazy?” Tasha stares at you in utter disbelief, but you don’t budge—at this point, Bo’s not sure if he’d let you, not when he’s so close to finally bringing you home where you belong. “Come on, just get in the van, okay?”

“No, I’m staying—so don’t bother worrying about me.” You squeeze Bo’s hand a little tighter, and it takes all his willpower not to laugh.

He’s well aware that you’re at least partly using him to antagonize your friends, but he’s more than happy to indulge you right now—you’ll be indulging him soon enough.

“Fine, be that way,” she huffs, kicking the van into drive. “I’ll pick you up next week.”

“Fine,” you sneer, and with that, you’ve sealed your fate.

Bo had spent so much time wracking his brain trying to figure out how to separate you from your little friends, but you went and did all the hard work for him.

Stupid little slut.

He watches that rolling scrap pile leave, and the animal in his chest pants and whines and begs him to maul you like the savage dog you’ve made him—but not yet.

He’s the master of this kennel, and he’s feeling like having a little foreplay this time around.

Lucky you.

[easybrainrot34]

Haikyuu boys helping u when your not in a good mental space

My mental health is in a real shit place so here is who I think would be fantastic to have around when ur not in a fun mental space. Also ignore the different spellings and grammar shit, i didn't feel like editing it

Daichi

* I feel like he has a sixth sense when it comes to people having bad mental health around him

* Like he just feels ✨the vibes✨

* He will be ur free therapist

* Or if ur not a touchy person or don’t like to talk about ur feelings he will just sit and remind u he’s here for u

* Sometimes painfully optimistic

* Just like….good dad energy

Yams

* I feel like he would be like “dude same”

* Like he’s also going through it but will prioritize u over himself (also don’t fucking do that, u matter)

* “Have u tried a weighted blanket? It was a lifesaver when I found out about them”

* He does do a good job tho of not letting u spiral

* Will get u ur favorite snacks bc he’s not quite sure what to say

Bokuto

* Oh he tries his best

* I feel like bokuto has not fantastic mental health (and the only one who reallly sees it is Akaashi)

* He is also like painfully optimistic

* Like u could be ranting about some life bs and he goes “don’t worry it will pass and life will get better!!☺️”

* U know he’s coming from a genuinely sweet place but it’s not always what you need to hear

* If you’re love, language is physical touch/you’re a very touchy person. He will cuddle the shit out of you!

* Even if you don’t wanna talk in all you need is like a hug he 👏🏻is 👏🏻there👏🏻 for 👏🏻you

* Will send u his ‘asmr that helps’ playlist that contains ‘ur gonna be ok’ and ‘helping u calm down form a panic attack’ will a text saying “it really helps, give it a chance.”

* Man will just show up at ur house too with ur fav shit

* He doesn’t care how you look or what your depression pit is at he will help you clean up and help you try to restore peace

Kenma

* Honestly this man has like a “404 error” when it comes to things like this

* He will usually let you get all your feelings out but at the same time he is digging around in his brain for what Kuroo and yaku tell him when he’s not doing good

* Prob texting kuroo or hinata asking wtf to do

* Kenma would never share any of your struggles/tea he will always be vague when asking for advice

* Sometimes if he’s really lost he will just go “have u ever talked to kuroo or Akaashi about this stuff? They r better at this then I am tbh”

* HOW FUCKIN EVER man will listen to ur every work and will always make sure u feel listened to

* If u have some bs drama going on he will recall older shit being like “wait they r still on their bullshit??”

* Overall great man to rant to

Akaashi

* He’s here for u

* He just gets it

* Not the most physically comforting person, but will make sure you are ok

* He will make sure u keep up with everything

* “R u taking ur meds?” “Make sure u eat and drink some water.” “Don’t forget to take the cups out of ur room.”

* He’s got ur back

* Along with Kenma, he won’t ever spill any of ur struggles or secrets that is no one’s business beside your own or who you tell

* Will remind u tho that he isn’t a therapist, and will suggest that you talk to one

* Will even help you find one that’s actually good

Honestly I could keep going but I feel like this already pretty long.

[eashmo]

7 minutes in hell, or is it heaven? Part 12

-There are Stranger Things out there-

Warnings: abuse and angst.

a/n: if ya’ll could'nt tell the time line is totally fuck up from how the show is. also this chapter gave me trouble i didnt want to write it.

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*Billy pov *

 I was relaxing on my bed  flipping through a new rolling stones magazine when I heard my fathers angry voice ringing through the quiet house.

“William! Get your ass down here, right now!” I shivered at my father’s voice, speedily jumping up from my bed, and quickly went downstairs. “You needed me, sir?”

Neil walked over to susannand whispered in her ear. She looked at Billy like she wanted to say something to him but shook her head and left. She always wanted to say something. She just never did.

 “Where the fuck is maxine?” Neil snaps. 

“I don’t know, sir. She is probably at the movies or arcade” 

“You let her go alone?”

“She's old enough to take care of herself.”

“You know what I’m done playing these games. I’m done with your fucking additude”. He slaps me across the face. 

“What did we talk about?”

“Respect and responsibility.” 

“Fucking find your sister!’ instead of staring at yourself in the fucking mirror faggot and get her home immedially” he spats while dragging me out of the house throwing me on the ground next to my car.

I headed to Sinclair's house first, but mrs. Sinclair said that the kids were probably at the wheeler's house.

I rang the doorbell to the wheeler's house, but there was no answer, so i tried again. The door opened to a woman wearing just a robe, her hair slightly wet. She must have gotten out of the shower or something. 

“Oh Hi”  I smiled at her.

“Hi” she softly says. She stared at me in awe, this is going to be fun, i thought. Using my charm to get information faster. 

“I, uh, didn't realize Nancy had a sister. She chuckles lightly. 

 “What's so funny?”

“I'm Nancy's mother.” she laughs. 

Chuckling in disbelief  “Mrs. wheeler”

“Um, I'm sorry, and you are you?” she stammers.

“Billy, Billy hargrove.” I said as I took her hand delicly.

“You must be here for Nancy.”

“Nancy? No, no. Not my type. uh…. “ I noticed she had a glimmer of hope behind her eyes. Sorry, mrs. wheeler im taken. I smile to myself. “No, actually, I am looking for my little sister Max. goes by maxine. She's been missing all day, and, uh, to be honest with you, I've been worried sick, you know, so….”  Not going to lie to myself. i was actually starting to get a little worried about Max. 

“Oh”

“I thought she was at Lucas", but Mrs. Sinclair said your house is the designated hangout, so, you know…"I leaned on the door frame, smirking slightly “here i am.” 

“Come on in, i give you the byer's address.'' She says, opening the door more for me to follow her inside.

“Their driveway is pretty dark this time of night. So drive slowly.” She handed me a piece of paper.

“Always” I smiled at her.

“And when you see Mike tell him to come home already, okay?”

“You’re a real lifesaver, you know that?” I said as I took a bite of a cookie she offered. 

“Anytime.”

“I’ll see you later.” walking out the room i can feel her eyes on me. Chucking, y/n is going to kill me if she finds out I let mrs. wheeler eye fucked me but i needed the inforation for my sake. 

*small time skip*

I pulled up to the byers' house. I see Harrington standing at the front door. “Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?”

“Yeah, it's me. Dont cream your pants.”

“What are you doing here, amigo?”

“I could ask you the same thing, amigo, y/n isn't here, by the way.”

“I'm not looking for her, I'm looking for my stepsister. A little birdie told me she was here.”

“Huh, that's weird. I don't know her.”

“Small, redhead, bit of a bitch.” 

“Doesn't ring a bell. Sorry, buddy.”

Sighing “you know, i don't know, this whole situation, Harrington, i don’t know. It's giving me the heebie-jeebies.”

“Oh, yeah? Why is that?”

“My 13 year old sister goes missing all day. And then I found her with you in a stranger's house. And you lie to me about it.”

He chuckles. “Man, were you dropped too much as a child, or what? I don't know what you don't understand about what I just said. She's not here.”

“Then who is that?” I pointed my cigarette at the window behind him. He turned, and we saw the kids duck. 

“Oh,shit. Listen….” he started to say before I pushed him to the ground. I leaned over “I'm going to let this slide because you're your y/n friend.” marching to the door, I swung it open to see the kids all staring at me. I saw how close Lucas was next to Max, and that made me furious.

“Well, well, well. Lucas Sinclair. What a surprise.” I say as I walk towards him. Looking over to Max “I thought I told you to stay away from him, max.”

“Billy, go away” she says.

“You disobeyed me. And you know what happens when you disobey me. I break things.” I pushed Lucas against a corner shelf roughly. 

“Billy!, stop!.” she screams. 

“Get off of me.” Lucas says as he struggles under my grip.

“Since Maxine won't listen to me, maybe you will. You stay away from her, you hear me?” I growled.

“I said," Get off me! "” he knees me in the balls, i quickly let go.

“You're so dead, Sinlcair!” 

“No. You are.” Steve turns me away from Lucas and punches me in the jaw. I started to laugh. "LOOKS LIKE THERE'S STILL SOME FIRE IN YOU AFTER ALL! I'VE BEEN WAITING TO MEET THIS KING STEVE EVERYONE HAS BEEN TELLING ME SO MUCH ABOUT!"

“Get out.” was all he said, pushing me back. I threw a punch, but he dodged it, he manages to land a punch on my jaw again.

The kids start yelling “kick his ass, steve!

“Get him!

“Murder the son of a bitch!”

I hit him with a plate and got the upper hand, and continued to land punches on his jaw. “Now one tells me what to do!” I yelled. Steve is a bloody mess on the floor.

“Billy? Kids? What the fuck is going on?” I froze when I heard the y/n voice. “Shit im in trouble” I thought, Steve realized that I stopped and he pushes me into the fridge, a demented dog looking thing fell out onto my lap.

“What the fuck is that?!” i say.

*y/n pov*

I pulled up to the byers house, and I noticed Billy's car  was here, “weird why is he here” I said to myself as i got out of mine. I could hear screaming and yelling coming from the house. I ran to the door thinking we were under attack by demodogs again. I had my nail bat ready and slammed the door open, expecting creatures  but what I found was  my boyfriend beating the ever living shit out of my best friend. 

“Billy? Kids” what the fuck is going on?” I yelled. I noticed Billy froze to my voice and suddenly he was on the floor with a dead demodog on his lap.

“What the fuck is that?!” was all he said. 

“Fuck dustin, why did you have to put in the the fridge.” i say. Great, now I'm going to have to explain everything to Billy, who is probably going to think his girlfriend has gone crazy.

“This is a ground- breaking scientific discovery. We can't just bury it like some common mammal, okay? It's not a dog.” he says as he picks it up from Billy's lap, who was still in shock. 

“Billy?” i say. He doesn't look at me. 

“Baby?” he finally looks at me. “ I'm going to explain everything, so please listen closely…. Okay?” he shook his head, yes. Taking a deep breath.

“The year before you got here, something strange happened to Hawkins. It all started when Will byers went missing, and a girl named Eleven suddenly showed up. El made cross-dimensional psychic contact with the hive mind and opened the "Mothergate" at Hawkins Lab. Somehow, the Mothergate’s creation also caused the Upside Down to transform from its original state and become a perfect copy of the human world, during that time a Demogorgons came through terrorizing both Will in the upside down and our town.” i looked at him carefully. He just sat quietly listening to me. I continued.

“Do you remember when I said i had a brother?” I asked.

“Yes,” he says softly.

“Mikey died at middle school trying to protect the kids from a demogorgon. While I was upside down helping Joyce and Hopper find Will. We managed to get Will back. But he didn't come back nearly like his old self. Recently, he's been having visions about a creature we are calling a mind-flayer, which now has made Will a host. The thing that fell on you was a demodog, a smaller version of a demogorgon. I know all this sounds crazy and I understand if you think I'm crazy but this is what's happening in the hell hole of a town. I wanted to tell you for so long, but I did it to protect you from this, and the government made us promise not to tell anyone." I breathed. 

“You're right. This is crazy and you are crazy, but…. Strangely, I believe you.”  he says, taking my hands. 

“Max, how long have you known?” he asks her.

“Since last year.” she says

“Jesus” he sighs in disbelief. 

"Guys, i have located where hopper dug the entrance to the tunnel," i say to Steve and the kids. as they geared up to help with the mission.

"Baby, i know you're trying to process everything, but we may or may not have to go in an alien vine tunnel thing right now to help save the world."

"oh fucking fantastic" he says as runs after me and the group.

Previous Chapter

Part 13

Masterlist

2023

[sunnyie-eve]

7 | Christmas Bam

Series: Odds Together

Paring: Ryan Dunn x OFC Margera!

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: None

| MASTERLIST |

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"What you doing?" Ryan opens my door to my room as I sat on my bed watching a holiday movie.

"What does it look like Dunn?" I whine never getting time alone.

"Do you want to come help or watch everyone put up Christmas decorations?" He gives me a smile shimming his shoulder.

"Why not. Let me change and I'll meet you outside." I sigh getting out of bed making him leave all happy.

"All these get duct taped to the house." I hear Tim tells the group.

"Duct tape?" I join them carefully standing by Ryan as he holds an axe. "What do you even need that for?" I look at him.

He shrugs his shoulders, "I can't just hold it?" He chuckles so I shake my head no. "Fine, I'll put it away." He does exactly that.

"Nice for you to join us for once." Rabb comes up next to me.

"Ryan asked nicely so here I am."

"Ryan you actually got her to come out here? I'm impressed." Rabb laughs as Ryan walks back so he shoves him back. I move out of the way so he trips back and falls in the containers. "That was fucked up dude." He laughs.

"Let's just decorate." I go towards the truck to help out for awhile till I was done with what I was helping with.

"Look what I found." Rabb shows up with a mistletoe holding it up so I run away. "Anna, come on! One little kiss." I hear him shout while chuckling.

"What it there speedy." Ryan laughs as I run into him inside the house.

"Sorry. Rabb found a mistletoe and wants a little kiss." I look behind me to make sure he wasn't nearby.

"I'll keep you safe for him." He moves me behind him as Rabb comes in. "You want a little kiss? Come here." Ryan puckers his lips making Rabb toss the mistletoe aside.

"I'm good." He goes to where Bam was in the kitchen with our dad.

"You're a lifesaver, Ry." I go pick up the mistletoe so Rabb can't get it later to try again.

"Anytime." He goes to the kitchen as well while I go find my mother.

We both talk about how annoying Bam is but she appreciates how he's decorating for Christmas and she doesn't have to this time. "I'm so glad you're back home." She gives me a big hug. "I really am. I have my baby back."

"I thought your baby was Bam."

"But you're my baby baby." She lets go of me as the guys install the fake ice and she goes to the kitchen.

I see Dunn doing snow angels so I walk over bending down beside him, "You know even on real ice you can't make snow angels. Hints why they're called Snow Angels." I laugh at him as he lays there looking at me.

"You're such a party pooper. You know that right?"

"I know." I smile standing back up so he puts his arms up so I can pull him up. "I'm gonna head to my room before the other people Bam invited over gets here." I turn to head for the stairs but Ryan spins me back to face him.

"Why do you always just go off to be alone?"

"I like to be alone." I laugh. "It's pretty simple and obvious. I'm just not one of gatherings. I helped decorate like you asked me... I'm done down so I'm clocking out."

"Fine, if you wanna we that way."

"I do. Bye bye." I pat his cheek leaving to go to my room.

"You're missing out on all the fun." Ryan opens my door.

"I'm gonna need to get a lock because of you. You know, Dunn, you come into my room to bug me more than my brother does."

"I just also wanted to add we're about to cover the house in snow." He gives me a look maki g me jump out of bed and rush past him to go outside.

While Bam and Ryan go to hold the hose to spread the ice, Rabb, Dico, and I play in the snow. Ryan hold the hose to spay all the snow in me so I start to throw snow balls at him and the guys join me.

"Your aim is good." Ryan joins me as I stand off to the side taking a break. "Hit me in the dick twice." He says making me laugh.

"That's good because I couldn't see shot while you blasted snow at me." I laugh before Ryan leaves me to help Rake with ammo.

I rejoin the snowball fight and even mom ends up joining making her Bam's target. Suddenly I get hit in the ass with one causing me to turn around and see Ryan smiling. I stare at him before chasing him around and we do this back and forth playing around. While running around Ryan trips on something doing down so I go attack him.

"Timeout." He whines.

"No timeouts you baby." I stop anyways then get knocked down as he trips me. "You're an ass." I lay next to him before getting up with him.

"Draw?" He puts his hand out.

"Fine." We shake on it.

Seeing the pay off was good but when they brought out the big sky lights was too much. "I don't think this is legal." I tell Ryan.

"He can pay for the ticket." Ryan says back as we look at the lights.

"Privilege." I shake my head.

"I had fun today and I'm glad you had fun too." Ryan says as we walk back towards the house.

"Who said I had fun? I could have been acting for the cameras."

"I know you weren't though because you haven't in the past so why would you suddenly now." He says as we get inside while everyone was outside.

"You know me so well Dunn." I spin around on the fake ice floor fast.

"Why was the mistletoe in you jacket pocket?" Ryan picks it up after it fell out.

"Didn't want Rabb getting it again."

"Well I have it now." He holds it up chuckling walking towards me then stops in front of me.

"Okay and?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Where's my little kiss?" He asks so I kiss him on the cheek.

"That's all your getting from me buddy. The other Margera twin will kiss you in the lips." I smile heading towards my room done for the night.

It was pretty late and everyone was as still outside having fun while laid in my dark room but I got bored so I put some sweats on and a jacket heading downstairs. I see the crew filming three ice fishing making me shake my head watching them.

"You hungry? I know I'm hungry. I may be speaking for myself here but this is getting here god damn ridiculous." Ryan tells Vito making me silently laugh and more as he starts to whistle to the ice. "Vito bite! Vito bite. Bite Vito. Come on! Just bite that line!" He holds the fishing pole out at him.

"You might need a better pole to reel Vito in that little thing isn't going to do shit." I speak up.

"She's right." Vito gets up leaving the room so Ryan stops and comes over to me.

"I thought you went to bed?"

"I got bored." I shiver as a gust of wind hits me as the door was open so Ryan puts his hat on my head.

"The hat isn't going to do much but thank you. You catch any fish?" I look over at the fake ice hole.

"Not yet. Vito was scaring them away." He goes to sit back on his bunk alone. He ends up motioning for me to come over so I take Vito's old seat. "A beer?" Ryan holds one out to me so I take it.

"So what's your trick to catch your fish?" I play along with him even though it was just the two of us in the room.

"Sing and they will come." He says making me laugh.

"You don't scare them away with your singing? I'm surprise."

"Watch this." He starts to try to do opera then acts like he catch a fish. "Oh, it's a big one." He starts to reel it in acting like he caught a big fish. "Look at this bad boy." He holds up his fish.

"You proved me working Fisherman Dunn. That's a huge boy." I laugh with him drinking my beer. "All jokes aside thank you." I tell him.

"For what?"

"Always trying to get me to take part in things to have fun. Like said earlier, I had fun today. Since being back home you've made so things fun and enjoyable for me. Even when it doesn't seem like it." I tell him truthfully.

"I glad to do so. You're welcomed. I'm happy your back. I missed you a lot and I never told anyone that."

I scoot closer to him and give him a hug, "I missed you you."

[justicerikai]

Charisma House - Superhuman Sharehouse Story “Charisma” - #80 Reunion

Please read alongside listening to the drama track on Youtube.

TL notes:

DT stands for doutei, meaning virgin. Thought to changed it to VG bit that looks like Video Game so let's not.

Let me know if I missed something!

Fumiya: Ooh Ryuu, you found some

Ryuu: Yeah, here’s your food

Fumiya: Thanks

Terra: Thank you

Amahiko: Mmm, you truly are a sexy young lad.

Terra: Amahiko, it would be best if you didn’t speak to Ryuu-kun directly. 

Amahiko: Eh?

Ryuu: Also here’s extra chocolate for you, Fumiya-san

Fumiya: Ryuu…!

Fumiya: I’m like, super duper excited right now. 

Ryuu: For Terra-san I have skin lotion, body milk, sunscreen and…

Terra: For real!? You’re the best!

Ryuu: And the bathrobe was for Amahiko-san, right

Amahiko: Thank you

Terra: They had these!?

(Everyone speaking over each other)

Fumiya: You’re a lifesaver

Terra: You get things done quick

Amahiko: I appreciate it

Fumiya: Useful dude

Terra: I look forward to your continued patronage

Amahiko: I’d love to have you by my side

Iori: (brimming with rage)......!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ohse: Io-kun…?

Ryuu: And you guys wanted a new place to stay, right. Leave it to me, I’ll find one

Terra: Don’t push yourself

Amahiko: It’s dangerous out there

Ryuu: It’s fine. I’ve been saved by Kei-niichan countless of times by now, so

Fumiya: …I see, take care

Ryuu: Yeah!

Ryuu: Ah right, why did you guys run away to this town actually?

Fumiya: Huh?

Terra: Ah, you see--

Sarukawa: AAAH! Why the hell are you here!

Ryuu: Nii-chan!

Sarukawa: What ‘bout school! Don’t loiter around here you lil’ punk!

Terra: Look who’s telling him off

Iori: Exactly! You must return home at once!

Fumiya: Ah, prepare for trouble

Iori: Ryuu-kuuun~ It’s not safe to be in such a place, you know?

Iori: It makes my heart ache with worry~

Terra: Scary

Amahiko: I’m kind of terrified

Iori: There’s a lot of adults who are not right in the head around here, you see~

Fumiya: Yea, you

Iori: But thank you so much for your help. I’ll take care of the rest~

Ryuu: Eh? But you haven’t gotten anything done though?

(The sound of a landmine being stepped on)

Ohse: Ah!

(Explosion)

Iori: AaaaaaAAAAAAAAAA★◎◆∴▽★◎◆∴▽★◎◆∴▽……!!!!

Terra: Stop, stop him!!!

Iori: ★◎◆∴▽★◎◆∴▽★◎◆∴▽!!!!!!!!!

Fumiya: Easy there

Amahiko: Please calm down

Ryuu: ….

Sarukawa: Don’t

Ryuu: Why, I’m being useful aren’t I

Sarukawa: Don’t come here anymore, leave this place already

Ryuu: Why!

Sarukawa: Doesn’t fucking matter! Do as told!

Ryuu: ! …

Amahiko: My apologies, young lad, after all the trouble you went through

Fumiya: If even Kei says so

Terra: Then there’s no other option than to leave…

(Sound of door shutting & Sarukawa being kicked out)

Sarukawa: HUH!? ME?

Sarukawa: STOP FUCKING AROUND! OPEN UP! HEY! COME ON!

-

Sarukawa: Rikai! Do me a solid!

Rikai: Hm?

Rikai: Ah, about Ryuu-kun

Sarukawa: That’s right, lay it out all straight to him. I’m begging ya, superintendent general

Rikai: Hmmm~ But it’s not like anything can be done about it, right?

Sarukawa: Wha?

Rikai: His assistance is indispensable at the moment. Not to mention there are many things in society that you cannot learn at school. 

Sarukawa: You changed!!!

Rikai: Huh?

Sarukawa: The hell’s up with you, Rikai-oniisan! Pull yourself together!

Sarukawa: He’s skipping school, you know!? What’s this whistle for then! Decoration? Throw it away in that case!

(PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII)

Rikai: Cease with the violence! You’ll become a no good adult like this!

Sarukawa: Don’t get on MY case! Go scold THAT guy!

-

Ryuu: ‘Kay, I’ll go look

Sarukawa: Hold it, Ryuu!

Sarukawa: Ah!

Sarukawa: Geez….

Everyone: Fufu…

-

Rikai: Does it take you back?

Sarukawa: …Tch

Sarukawa: ….Where’s Ryuu

Rikai: He said he found a new place to stay

Sarukawa: ….

Rikai: Isn’t it fine? He’s showing his gratitude to you.

Rikai: If you’d like to spend some time with him---

Sarukawa: Stop talking outta yer ass!

Rikai: …Huh?

Sarukawa: No fucking way a brat can stick around in such a shithole!

Rikai: ….

Rikai: …Saru. You left this town, didn’t you.

Rikai: …Why?

-

Ryuu: I found a great place

Fumiya: Join the rest of my henchmen

Iori: Fumiya-san!

Rikai: “Just… what happened in this town…”

(The sound of someone barreling down the street)

Ryuu: !!!

Iori: Ryuu-kun!

Baddie 1: Hehe, finally caught ‘em. To think this lil’ brat would turn tail and hide ‘round here

Ryuu: Let go…!

Fumiya: You guys…

Baddie 2: Ooh, if it ain’t Wolf’s buddies. Many thanks for back then

Baddies 3: Let’s show ‘em just how grateful we are

Baddies: Hahahaha…

Ohse: …!

Iori: Fumiya-san…!

Baddie 3: Kill ‘em

Baddies: YEAAAA!

Amahiko & Terra: WAIT!

Baddies: !?

Amahiko & Terra: Hah! Yah! Hmph!

Iori: Is that…?

Amahiko: All things sexy!

Terra: You are beautiful!

Amahiko & Terra: Best of them all! Sexy Beauty Pair!

(Disembodiment cheering voices can be heard)

Fumiya: Wha?

Baddie 1: You’re that Sexy from back then!

Iori: Woa, he called him by Sexy.

Baddie 2: Beauty!

Ohse: They're being recognized

Amahiko: Good grief, you little no good doers. Looks like they haven’t been trained enough, Beauty.

Terra: Let’s show them how it’s done, Sexy.

Baddies: Fuck! Watch out! Don’t look! Shit!!

Terra: BEAUTY BEAAAAAAAAAAAAM

Amahiko: SEXY ATTAAAAAAAAAAACK

Baddies: GUOOAAH!! AAGHH!!!

Ryuu: UWAAAH!!

Iori: Ah! Ryuu-kun is-!

Baddies: Uuugh… Shit… 

Amahiko & Terra: !!

Terra: Unbelievable! You didn’t faint from being graced with my beauty beam!?

Amahiko: You took my sexy attack head-on and didn’t ascend to heaven!?

Terra: We’re holding ourselves back… 

Terra: We’ve been forced to a life of abstinence because of that radar

Terra: Which is why our appeal got halved! We’ll turn into a bunch of normies at this rate!

Amahiko: How could this be…! Self-restraint truly is evil

Amahiko: No matter what people think, no matter if they are charmed or appalled 

Amahiko: My orgasms must not be contained…!

Terra: Damnit! What do we do!

Amahiko: What can we do!

Fumiya: That’s my line. What are we supposed to do

(PIIIIIIIIII)

Rikai: Heeeeey! What are you all doing here!

Amahiko & Terra: DT!

Iori: DT!?

Ohse: DT has come

Rikai: You unruly rascals! This very Rikai-oniisan shall be the one to punish you instead of the police!

Rikai: Waaaah!

(Rikai gets kicked down)

Rikai: Ahn!

Iori & Ohse: He’s weak

Amahiko: Are you alright, DT!

Rikai: Eh, what’s a DT?

Terra: The three of us will take revenge together!

Rikai: Excuse me?

(Sarukawa comes running)

Sarukawa: You bastards…!

Baddie 3: Ohoh, if it ain’t Wolf. Now we can kick it up a notch with you bein’ next.

Baddie 1: We ain’t gonna let ya off the hook as long as yer on the run, y’know?

Baddies: Hahaha…

Sarukawa: ….!

(The bad guys getting beat up)

Baddies: Guah!! What!?

Rikai: !? What!?

Amahiko: This is…

Terra: Who!?

Leader: Came crawling back, huh

Iori: Ah

Ohse: Eh?

Leader: Long time no see, Kei.

Sarukawa: ….! …..!!!!

Woman: Welcome back.

[lizalfosrise]

Hey Rise, it's AK favorites time again. Give me your best defenders. Gameplay, personality, aesthetic, whatever.

Alrighty! Let's place this under a cut:

Launch Faves:

Spot - I see full kemono in Arknights I black out and go feral good yes very nice. That healing smokescreen remains very helpful, and he's just a real solid bro. His VA caught my eye too, since I was watching Raildex that year so I'd been hearing him quite a lot.

Cuora - Roaming baseball turtle is Fucking Invincible. HOMERUN!! Her module lore story was pretty nice in a sledgehammer-to-the-heart kinda way given it was her memory issues + her baseball&bat's origin. Incredibly solid and the first elusive 4-blocker saving our asses and storing up Pure Gold Ingots in the Factories. Homerun indeed.

Croissant - Really cool and fun character (we got her southern US drawl back hooray) with the interesting gimmick of being the push-stroker(they can never live this naming scheme down) defender. Problem? S2 says yeet 'em! No problem boblem. Niche and therefore undervalued at the earlygame, but Integrated Strategies with the Force+2 manual obtained must've made some fun shenanigans.

Gameplay:

All the Fortresses, honestly. They're great in character, in aesthetics and I greatly enjoy having their long-range bombardments. Firewhistle's brought us Burn procs and it's delightful to watch the bonus damage pour in. I can be trusted with the Londinium Self-Defense Artillery cannon emplacements.

Don't use 'em enough but they're fun: Duelist and Sentinels - Aurora is cute and has access to Cold proc manipulation tactics (plus that claw-shaped staked, slim tower shield is a work of art); Liskarm has been a faithful SP battery pistol-shooting down aerial threats while Blitz has the flashbang spam going for him.

Guardians are lifesavers, of course. Gummy's frying pan bonk stuns every third hit can actually be incredibly useful. Blemishine is a far better pick than Nearl due to her Sleep mechanics and yknow, 6* bulk/Skill 3 (she's cool to borrow as a support unit but I don't have her fully invested). Saria is pretty solid here and with regards to character&story, but at the same time I never actually E2'd her until mid-Dorothy's Vision because I finally experienced her Skill 3 and needed her to be beefier for a map clear (or several) that event.

General:

Horn - "YOU WANT TO TOPPLE ME?! BY WHAT?" Episode 9 was so great, and then we suffered a Manfred to the Self-Defense Artillery. That CG towards the end of Ep9 with a heavily-injured Horn pulling the S3 glare at Mandragora after auto-rocketjumping Bagpipe away was phenomenal. Incidentally a major part of why if you have taste you'll understand that Horndragora is the superior toxic yuri pairing rather than suffering that watery tart of a catgirl. I'm more enamored with that heavy-duty shieldcannon though, naturally. The Victorian Army gets all the cool gunlances eh? That VA olive green drab is a wonderful colour scheme too, really. The overheat flame vfx during S3 are a delightful detail on the chibi sprite and for that reason though I'll get that (somewhat mismatched) Lady of the Lake skin, I won't equip it often. But S1/S3 were absolutely outstanding during IS2.

Asbestos - The most tsuntsuntsuntsuntsuntsuuuuuundere foulmouthed foul-tempered vkei-ass Aussie salamander is just so iconic, bless her. Funky and rad design, personality and until Shalem appeared, the only Arts-shotgun shielder. Trying out her Skill 2 in IS2 was pretty fun since I only rarely used her prior honestly. The details gone into fitting her entire theming around asbestos are so so good.

Mudrock - Initially I wouldn't use her due to the 35dp cost buuuut I reached the point where 'This is fine actually' after a while of wanting to properly invest in her and yeah. Fucking incredible with sneak-healing via Perfumer. Spin2Win is forever relevant! We need a skin that brings back the full hazard suit towering over most other chibis though. Really good as a character, her parts in Twilight of Wolumonde were what made that event remotely bearable to me.

Her fellow Juggernaut companion Penance is likewise extremely good in aesthetics, character and as a unit.

Eunectes - Same deal as above, I actually haven't used her so badly she's not actually E2 yet. But I think she's incredibly gorgeous and a very cool Forgemaster. The Acahualla Trio are very, very fun! Summoning her upgraded Raging Ironhide must be a real lovely feeling given how much of a nuisance it is to fight.

Nian - Unemployed. Commando. The only Sui fragment I have at E2. Fellow spice fiend. Many noteworthy things can be said. I greatly enjoy her. We need to see more of the situation with training up Purgatory now going forwards in that storyline. Love that her E2 splash shows the(or at least, her) bestial Sui form has a maw in the chest.

Shoutout: Ace - He would've been male 6* Defender, absolutely, the way he tanked Talulah 1v1 during the Chernobog Exfiltration long enough for every surviving RI Operator to redeploy disengage & evacuate. Legendary guy. There's no Elite Operator covering the Defender class as a Temporary Recruitment in Integrated Strategies, so personally I feel like that's where he might've been.

[miffurii]

OH MY GOD A TNX WRITER!!!!! IN THE WILD!! the tnx tumblr content drought is so real thank you so much literally you are going to be a lifesaver 🙏 and this is such good timing because. the jang hyunsoo thoughts have been insane lately. i just need to share these with SOMEBODY because they're driving me insane ㅠ

i don't know if this is just a me thing but. hyunsoo is so fucking hot when he's angry it just makes me feel so 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 in all of the game/challenge content he always gets annoyed with the others so easily and the way his face looks and how his tone changes !?!!!?! even if it's in like a playful manner the thought of it drives me crazy like. i want to get him pissed off on purpose just to see what he'd do to me 😵‍💫 i want him to take it out on me pleasepleaseplease ㅠㅠㅠㅠ he's usually such a sweetie and so nice but i want to make him mad at me and hear him say the meanest things about me in THAT VOICE!! (don't know how to describe it but best example of all this in general is the move era mafia dance video @ 10:35 good god 😮‍💨) i'd let him do what he wants to me until he's satisfied.......

i have quite a lot more thoughts to say the least. mostly about him but hwi and junhyeok have been so 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 lately you know. i won't put all of that here because this is long enough already but maybe ! someday ! once again thank you for writing for tnx you're like a god among men

hi 🍰 anon!! i’m so happy you shared this.

i would love to hear more about your thoughts on hwi and junhyeok bc this is amazing!!

this just brought something ferral out of me & i can’t even put it into words 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 but i’ll try..

hyunsoo using his s/o in every and any way he can as a stress relief is such a vibe. grunting and moaning in their ear saying dirty things about how much he loves being stuffed inside her pussy. !stressed/angry pussy drunk hyunsoo would be such a blessing. him incoherently saying how much he loves using her like a toy and a stress relief & how much he loves her cunt😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 also going on to say “i love how slutty you become whenever im fucking you so good you can’t even remember your name.. all your little head can think about is my thick cock so deep in that pretty pussy of yours..” “my slut.. my beautiful cock slut..” 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 omfg!!!!! i need him so bad😭😭

[sunnydaze03]

4/3/24- week one

i totally neglected updating this when i should’ve, but this first week has been breathtaking. i’ll get to the point- this is the absolute best decision i’ve ever made. for the past week, i’ve lived in this unwavering sensation of shock and awe. i got an email saying my package had delivered, and i sprinted to the mailbox, and i picked it up and it was tangible. like, physically there. my heart started pounding and i ran back to my room and cut open each box, and my hormones were there. and there i went, panic texting my friends because this is *fucking* real now and i can’t even process it. i waited about 10 minutes to take it all in before i put the first pill underneath my tongue and let it dissolve for the first time. and with that, it began. now, i do want to list off the things i’ve noticed physically, emotionally, and mentally because things have certainly changed, but please keep in mind i am only a week in on a relatively low dose; everything has been quite minor.

physically, i don’t feel too different, but i notice my body changing minutely. my skin is definitely softer than it was a few days ago, and my acne seems to have calmed down. the downside of that is how dry my skin seems to get now, and i feel itchy if i haven’t moisturized. i feel like my eyes appear brighter, but that has more to do with feeling a bit happier than before. besides that, my nipples seem slightly darker and it definitely feels like there’s some fat behind them that wasn’t there. it isn’t significant!! i can just tell something is happening. they hurt just the tiniest amount, but you can tell something is off.

emotionally! wow, this one is the biggest, i think. the night that i started hormones, my mind was just so quiet for what felt like the first time since i was a kid- or even just ever. it’s indescribable, and that is the best thing i could’ve asked for. it’s hard to say whether that came from me being on hormones for literally 8 hours or the relief of finally starting my transition. regardless, it was just bliss. i was giddy the next day. colors look brighter, problem-solving is easier, i feel alive and it’s a pleasure to exist inside my mind, generally speaking. now, i haven’t felt any uncontrollable emotions yet, though i can still get quite angry if i let myself, which i was hoping would not be the case. june lore, though- i perform music in our local circuit (vague on purpose!!), and i was really struggling to pull out the emotions from our show, but the first time i performed it for a crowd since starting hrt, i almost cried, and it felt amazing. i haven’t felt it since, though, and i wish i have, but i’m confident it’ll come back. emotions are one of those things that unfold at a different pace for everyone on hrt, and i won’t worry about it. all in all, it’s like this sparkly pink filter is constantly overlaying my life. it’s bliss.

finally, mentally. i’ve made a few revelations while being on hormones. the biggest is what i already figured would be the case: many of my problems regarding myself have improved significantly, partially because of the emotional aspect of hrt, and partially because i know i’m no longer fighting against testosterone further developing the things i couldn’t stand against myself. but my external problems haven’t gone. they feel so much easier to face, but they’re still there, and those problems are up to me to fix. i feel less prone to giving up, within the parameters of what hrt will allow. i have noticed that my depression isn’t just gone. it’s so much better, but it’s still there. i still know i can give up if ever i chose to, but now i feel even more obligated to hold on. it’s weird, last night was something of a dark one, but never did my mind stray too far- it’s weird.

i guess to conclude, the only thing i really have to add is that hrt is lifesaving. i’m not even sure i’d be here to type this right now without it’s intervention. i decided this myself, and i made it happen myself. i know now since i made it this far that i can’t stop moving. this is my life now, and no person or government on the planet can *ever* make me give it up.

[bandofchimeras]

Why to do things because you enjoy them for Catholic guilt havers with ADHD

First off: in Christian spaces the "rules" for how to be a good person are not often. Explained? aside from X is good bc it brings glory to God Y is bad because it hurts God. Highly ???? for any autistic or ADHDer trying to find the why, so we can build motivation to care about the thing in the first place.

Also most of deprogramming harmful cultthink is going, wait, why do I follow this rule after all? and how do I shift my values when guilt and fear are omnipresent goblins chasing me around my own metaphorical internal attic any time I try to "relax" and "enjoy life"?

Let's take for example, the notion of humility. Humility says you shouldn't do things for recognition and appreciation. Within Catholicism, it was based on this sense of pride being bad, yu have to give all the glory to God or....DIVINE WRATH but also, idk sometimes bad stuff will happen bc you got cocky, is the most practical way I could think of putting it.

But in secular United States of American fuckin adulthood, I'm learning that doing things for recognition as a replacement for "God Wants Me to Do This" sucks for other, much more compelling reasons.

Mainly, almost /no one/ will actually recognize your efforts, especially in the workplace. Especially if you're disabled and the basics are taken for granted, or you're poor, and surviving is a struggle every day.

ANYWAYS

1. To get any sort of recognition you have to not only stand out in a highly competitive marketplace environment, you have to recognize /yourself/ talk your shit, you have to put in 150% effort...if you're doing shit /for/ recognition, there's no way to sustain motivation through the down slumps where you're grinding your ass off and no one sees a thing you do.

That is the unpleasant reality of this system and world, most work is pretty thankless, and if you decide to have a chip on your shoulder about it, it just turns you into a bitter and resentful Misery Gremlin immune to life's tiny joys. Oh also, if you're a "minority" of any kind (read, an inheritor of generational exploitation and priming for abuse), you don't get extra thanks for the extra work, you get some half ass recognition sometimes that is usually exploitative (not compensating you fairly), MORE work and MORE people bitching at you for no real discernible reason other than their own unexamined stinky doodoobrain.

2. IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO MAKE DECISIONS BASED ON VAGUE INTEREST AND DESIRE FOR RECOGNITION if you already have a hard time making decisions, because everything is cool, this will murder your drive. Yeah if would be cool to be an acclaimed chef or a rockstar or an astronaut or or or ...this is how kids think and unfortunately also me living in a cool delusion of future coolness and funness mostly based on an aesthetic understanding of shit at a surface level. However it's not much better to ask "what am I good at" or "what do people want" as guiding factors...those can come in later but as a starting point, suck. The world needs SO MANY things. And maybe you have a knack for 20 different little skills or you love everyone you meet and maybe everyone needs food but also shelter and also love and so on and so on. Who knows what people want, or what your real true talent lies in, before you just start doing shit!

SO. I'm gonna quote Mark Manson, author of "How to Stop Giving a Fuck" here: find problems you love.

It is a PRACTICAL and LIFESAVING decision to do stuff that you enjoy, whether for work, or as a hobby, or for recreation, that also requires effort.

Stuff you love so much you don't give a rats ass if anyone ever sees it but also hope they do bc it's so damn exciting to you!!!! Even if it's terrible and ugly because what a fun puzzle that was! It will keep your motivation stacked! It will protect you against the demoralizing leagues of Misery Gremlins at work who want to siphon any living emotion out of you with an HR flavored straw! It will fill your cup and you won't need the recognition because you had a damn good time struggling with your own sense of creativity and living authority! Fuck God! Fuck the Patriarchy!!!! Vibe la revolution!

This is essentially Love, because loving people takes effort but with the right ones you'll be excited to do it.

You can do the things you enjoy, even if it feels bad and scary at first! If you get stuck in the misery business just offer up the needless complications caused by your guilt complex for the souls in HR departments (Purgatory).