#can’t wait for the next dumb debate

[yourlocalabomination]

So uhhh…yesterday huh. That….that happened.

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[hyuckswoman]

mark and you arguing pt2

pt1

genre: angst then fluff

summary: after rain comes sunshine, he finally listens.

pairing: mark x y/n

“good morning” you say to your boyfriend as you pass through the kitchen reaching into a cabinet to take out a glass 

last night had been tense, because of the argument you had a really hard time sleeping, waking up every five seconds. it didn’t help that your boyfriend was the exact same, the only difference between you two being the guilty look on his face

you wanted nothing more than to tell him to forget about it and just cuddle him to sleep because being mad at him or more like emotionally tired wasn’t easy. yes, he fucked up but he’s still the greenest of green flags ever and you just love him too much so being apart with all those angsty feelings was taking a toll on you

but you decided to stand your ground nonetheless, it couldn’t be like every other time where he swooned you with his words and you ended up forgiving him. he had to learn. and even on your end, it’d be fucked up to put yourself through this. so when you woke up this morning with no one next to you, you decided to not care. turns out he was just in the kitchen though

“good morning lovely, i tried to make breakfast, i couldn’t so i went and bought some, your favorite of course, i’m just reheating it right now, juice is in the fridge by the way” your boyfriend greeted you, his back facing you (which you 100% guarantee is because he’s shitting his pants and hopes the tension eased) 

it did not though

“not only did you call me bitchy yesterday, you also said some dumb ass thing about if you were with her.. mark you’re not dumb you damn well that it’s going to take more than breakfast to ease things with me, don’t piss me off so early in the morning please” you said pouring water into your glass, getting out of the kitchen. you and mark took pride in your communication skills, so you weren’t giving him the silent treatment more like you didn’t want to be in the same room as him right now because him acting as if nothing happened pissed you off even more 

the guy was going to have to practically beg for you to be okay with him again 

“..i know, and i’m sorry” mark sighed as he joined you in the living room with the food he bought earlier hoping that despite you not being happy with him, you’d still eat cause no matter how bad the situation is, it’s important to take care of yourself! 

“like i said yesterday, i heard you mark but you know.. actions speak louder than words, until we’ve reached a point where she won’t ever be the cause of a disagreement there’s always going to be some sort of tension” you said as you reached for the food. yes, the food wasn’t an enough apology but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy it 

“i know, that’s why i’m going to see her later today, set some real boundaries, tell her off kind of because i do really- and i’m not just saying this to please you or whatever, she has crossed some boundaries that she shouldn’t have so yeah maybe her and i aren’t as close friends as i thought we were” your boyfriend says pouring your favorite juice into your now empty water cup 

first of all, you did appreciate your boyfriend doing all of that (FINALLY!!) but you weren’t going to explode with joy because of him doing the bare minimum 

second of all, your boyfriend is just as much in the wrong as she is. and you debated on telling him that he should also self reflect but decided that you truly wanted him to realize it without you spelling everything out to him 

so you just hummed to the news, finishing up your breakfast heading upstairs while your boyfriend cleaned up and got ready to meet his friend

external pov? 

“hi markie” his friend said as your boyfriend took seat in front of her 

“did i make you wait long?” he replied. despite him not greeting her, her smile grew as she realized he cared about her enough to worry about her time 

“no don’t worry i just got here, anyway you wanted to talk?” she asked in anticipation, it was probably going to be good news (although good news for her meant bad news for you) she hoped your guys maybe broke up or something 

“yea and i’m going to talk for a while so please do not interrupt me” he asked as she nodded eagerly waiting for the breakup news to drop 

“i wanted to talk to you about yesterday, or every single hangout we’ve done ever since i started dating y/n. like i said, y/n and i are dating and i truly think she’s the one so i want to do everything in my power not to fuck it up. and that includes you stepping over boundaries that you shouldn’t step over seeing as though we’re friends. i think last night made me realize how odd? you were around me, how your hands lingered on me maybe a bit too long for a friend, or how you cut off my girlfriend when she was trying to talk, how you made backhanded comments towards her and look, i'm not asking you to like her but she's my girlfriend and she deserves some respect and i'll choose her over you in the blink of an eye. that’s why i’m choosing to put some distance in between us, at least until i’m 100% sure your behavior won’t be the same” mark finishes his rant, his fingers playing with his ring, dreading his (impulsive) friend’s reaction

“ain’t no fucking way you’re being serious right now mark, i’ve known you my whole life and you choose some random girl over me?” his friend says angry that not only you guys are still together but he’s dropping her for..you?? 

“if you don’t have anything respectful to say about y/n i’ll just leave clearly you’re not listening” your boyfriend answers, his patience getting tested 

“no, you don’t get the last word i do. you want to drop me for her? fine. i’ll do fine without you mark but what you cannot do is put the blame all on me. yes, i’ve been inappropriately acting with you but it’s only because you allowed it. each time i thought i was maybe reading too much into the mixed signals you were giving me you reassured me by apologizing because- in your own words - she was being irrational. mark, you are as much to blame as i am and i won’t sit here and let you shift the blame entirely onto me because you allowed me to flirt with you, which is something you would’ve never done if you loved your girlfriend as much as you say you do. and for the first time ever, i do hope you guys break up but not because i want you to myself but because she deserves better than you. fuck you mark” his friend says leaving the café leaving a dumbfounded mark. 

i mean she wasn’t wrong, if he had set clear boundaries from the start she would’ve never flirted with him. your boyfriend started to wonder if that was perhaps the reason why you weren’t THAT enthusiastic this morning when he told you he’d make things right.

so the whole drive home, mark’s head was clouded with thoughts that mainly centered around him being the biggest asshole ever, not only from the words he told you yesterday but also from the way he’s been acting all this time. and it saddened him that he put you through all of that. 

it’s with a heavy heart that he entered your shared house, silently praying god you weren’t going to realize that you do deserve better than him (which he knew was selfish but didn’t care) 

« so… how did it go? i don’t know what you told her but if it’s the same thing you told me this morning I’m guessing she didn’t take it very well » you say watching your boyfriend enter the house 

you guessed it must have went sour judging from the gloomy face he’s making and how deep in thought he seems to be. You didn’t like his friend but you know he liked her very much so you hoped that she said something along the lines of ‘yes i understand and i’m sorry, i’ll respect your boundaries better in the future and i’m hoping we can still be friend’ to salvage their friendship but at the same time you weren’t a fool and you knew that it realistically could never happen 

« it didn’t go super great, we’re not friends anymore but you know in retrospect it’s not a huge loss she wasn’t as good of a friend as i believed she was » you boyfriend started sitting down next to you on the couch 

you wondered what was up with him though, he looked genuinely devastated and it worried you to see him in such state 

« then what’s up? i wouldn’t usually pry and instead wait until you open up to me, but mark i’m concerned you look… sad. and i know we’re in a disagreement right now but i still sincerely believe that you’re the love of my life so i hate to see you upset » you say as your boyfriend slowly lifts his head and looks at you with glossy eyes before his first tear shed 

you immediately hugged your boyfriend rubbing his back as he mumbled through tears about how you deserved better, which you were confused about where it came from, so when his tears quieted down you looked at him waiting to explain

« she just… she said something about how we’re both in the wrong and it upset me because she’s right and she made me realize it instead of me realizing it on my own.. and she said you deserved better and at first i thought whatever she’s just mad i don’t care but she’s not wrong. You deserve better than a boyfriend who lets his friends flirt with him and who dismisses you and acts as if their friend is correct. i’m not trying to victimize myself or manipulate you with my words i’m just really sorry that i’ve been such an undeserving boyfriend and i selfishly don’t want to let you go when maybe i should so, please, give me another chance and i’ll prove to you that i can be the boyfriend you deserve. i swear i’ll be better just please don’t leave me » you boyfriend says. 

you were honestly kind of taken aback by every single one of his thoughts. you did feel a little guilty at first but that quickly went away when you remembered why you guys were in this situation in the first place. 

« listen, like i told you i’m not mad. i was just tired of you not listening to me but it seems like you’ve heard me this time even though i wished it had not gotten that far. i love you and i do not deserve better than you, you fucked up but i fuck up all the time as well and even though i did not picture the end of this situation with me reassuring you, it does not mean that you’re manipulating me, you feel guilty and that’s normal because you messed up but we’ll move past this. it’s a little bump in the road. and i sincerely think that if this situation has taught us anything it’s that we shouldn’t listen to your friend, ESPECIALLY when she says you’re not good enough for me. now dry your big boy tears and let’s go watch a movie yea? all is better don’t worry anymore » you told your boyfriend. 

you really meant your words, everything that mark needed to learn from this he learnt, you knew him well enough to guarantee that you won’t ever be put in a similar situation ever again and that this whole mess kinda made your boyfriend grow up a little? 

plus you were never one to hold grudges, so finally calling this fight over to cuddle and watch a movie with your highly sensitive, still borderline crying boyfriend was quite an easy thing to do. And even though you told him it was okay the next billion times he apologized to you during the following days, it did not stop him from spoiling you with gifts, kind words, actions etc.. like the man shoved all five love languages down your throat and even though it wasn’t necessary, it was always nice and made you feel loved.

that’s why in retrospect, you were (kinda) glad this whole thing happened and he was glad he learnt how to be better for his pretty girl. 

[lovebugism]

can I request [ MISTLETOE ] for sender and receiver to find themselves under the mistletoe. with steeb and shy!reader?! maybe they’ve both been crushing for a while and so it’s all fluffy??

ty for requesting :D happy xmas angel!! — you and steve have your very first kiss under the mistletoe (shy!fem!r, new relationship, fluff, 1.1k)

blurbcember ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

You’re pretty sure your friends are debating which Christmas song is better. You can’t be sure, though, because it all just sounds like static. Everything feels a little like static, too.  

You’re sitting on Steve’s couch, but it’s more like sitting on a cloud. He’s right next to you — arm lazy around your shoulders, fitting into your side like a puzzle piece — but you can’t really feel him, either.

Steve can tell how far away you’ve gone. You haven’t said a word to him in ages. He can’t be totally sure you’ve even blinked, either. He squeezes your shoulder with a gentle hand, one that you barely feel, to bring you back again.

You turn to him, sluggish and slow and softly smiling.

“Still good?” he wonders. His grin is barely there and slightly lopsided. His honey eyes sparkle with a subtle concern. He doesn’t know how to be anything but entirely tender with you.

You nod, though your eyes are still a little glassy.

Steve’s smile widens. His golden features drip with a fondness you don’t feel very deserving of.

He’s so close, you think he might kiss you. You can smell the hot chocolate and candy canes on his breath — a lethal concoction that makes you melt further into him. And truth be told, he wants to kiss you, but he’s terrified of being too forward.

You’re made of something delicate. Like flower petals or winter sunlight. He doesn’t want to be too rough with you.

“Wanna get out of here?” he asks.

Your chin jerks back a bit. The subtle meaning behind his words makes you flinch. “…What?”

His face falls in a gaping horror. “Wait— No— that’s not— That’s not what I meant,” he stammers quickly, an awkward laugh sputtering from his lips. “I was trying to ask if you wanted to get a drink before Eddie breaks out his metal version of Rudolph the Rednose Reindeer.”

His dumb joke makes you laugh. He’s grateful for it.

He walks with you towards the kitchen, guiding you with a warm hand on the small of your back. Robin gives him a not-so-subtle thumbs up when he passes her. “Real smooth,” she mouths. 

He flips her off but feels a little bad about it a second later. The mistletoe hanging in front of the sink was definitely her doing — and probably his only opportunity to kiss you tonight. He’ll thank her for it later, if everything goes to plan.

You stand across the room at the fridge, pouring him a glass of eggnog like the sweet thing you are. He doesn’t know how to get you over to him without being too obvious. So he just lingers in place, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest, and hopes you’ll eventually migrate towards him.

“Here you go, babe,” you murmur under your breath, not even looking his way as you sit the full glass to the side. 

Steve wonders if you noticed the nickname spilling from your mouth, or if it just came out without you realizing it. It makes his chest all warm and fuzzy either way. He wants to kiss you stupid about it, but he has to get you over here first.

“Uh, can you hand it to me, please?”

You look over your shoulder at him, expecting to find him busy in some way. He isn’t, though. He’s just kinda standing there. Like he’s waiting for something.

You’re confused, but you don’t press it. You go to hand it to him without complaint. Sweet thing, indeed.

You take a few steps towards him and reach out your arm, not quite under the half-hidden mistletoe yet. Steve grimaces slightly. “Little closer?” he pleads.

With furrowed brows, you take another step closer.

“Just a little bit more—”

Your golden laugh fills the kitchen. “What are you doing? Just take it, weirdo.”

Steve beams when you’re finally beneath it. His gasp is almost cartoonish, but it makes his eyes sparkle anyway. “Ah! Look at that! We’re under the mistletoe!”

Your eyes flit to the ceiling. The artificial plant is mostly hidden, strung up between hanging pots and pans. A smile tugs at your mouth — you wonder if he planned this or if the chance just fell into his lap.

You’re grateful for it, either way.

“What a coincidence, huh?” you murmur sheepishly, stomach so full of fluttering butterflies that it aches.

“Yeah. Not planned at all,” he beams, totally honest, as he takes a small step closer.

“Not even a little bit,” you tease.

His hands settle on your waist, warm with how clammy they’ve gone. His thumbs rub gently along your ribcage, over your reindeer-patterned Christmas sweater. His chest presses intently against yours, and you wonder if he can feel your racing heartbeat.

“Totally unintentional, actually. I think the universe willed it.”

“Totally.”

“Well,” Steve lilts with a quirked mouth and twinkling eyes. “Do you wanna?”

He won’t do anything you don’t want to do. He’d never force you to do a damn thing, but fuck, if he doesn’t want you to say yes more than he’s ever wanted anything in the whole world.

His heart nearly bursts out of his chest when you nod at him with your own quiet smile. 

When he leans in to kiss you, it feels like something out of a movie. There’s a swelling choir in the distance and snow falling all around you. It’s in black and white or technicolor, something so obviously old Hollywood, because only the golden age of film could capture these once-in-a-lifetime romantics.

And it’s weird, ‘cause it’s just one little peck.

His chiseled nose bumps once against the side of your own, scruffy chin scratching at your skin. His lips lock momentarily with yours with all their plush pink glory. It’s heaven — for a flash of a second — and gone way too soon.

Both of you are grinning like lovesick idiots when he pulls away.

His freshly kissed mouth opens to say something — to tell you that he’s head over heels for you or that you taste like hot cocoa, maybe — but nothing like that comes out.

Something metallic cracks in the distance, like a valuable thing broken, and all the loud voices in the living room suddenly go quiet.

“Little shits…” Steve mumbles in an annoyed sigh. His blatant irritation makes you laugh. The sound makes him smile all over again. “I should go make sure no one broke a limb or something.”

“That’s probably a good idea.”

His hands squeeze gently at your sides before he goes, grieved to leave you.

He barely gets five steps away before you’re calling him back again. 

“Wait! You forgot your drink.” 

When he walks back towards you again — nicely settled beneath the hanging mistletoe he’d already forgotten about — you sneak another kiss in. It’s quicker than you’d like, but more languid still. 

It takes his breath away all over again.

[lemonlover1110]

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Toji Fushiguro

[Chapter 4] Car Ride

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Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Angst, Talks of Abortion

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Toji tries to hand you the bouquet of flowers, but you don’t take them from his hands. Your eyes linger on them, and while it’s a beautiful arrangement, you don’t want to take them. For some reason, you feel that if you take them, he’ll believe you’re accepting to try and work things out which you aren’t willing to do. Even though maybe you should.

You turn your head when you see Shiu drive off, and you roll your eyes. Toji clears his throat and he assures you, “I’ll drive you home.”

“I have to buy a mattress.” You inform him, and he slowly nods his head. He doesn’t mind, you guess. You still can’t help but ask the question, “What about your job?”

“I can leave early, it doesn’t matter.” He responds, and you sigh. Suddenly he can leave early but when you begged to have a date night, he was always busy. He’s putting in so much effort now, effort that he should’ve put in before you decided you were going to leave. “Do you wanna go do that now? We can talk while we go shopping for that.”

“I guess…” You search around to see if you find Shiu’s car in the distance. You don’t really want to talk to Toji, but you also have no other way to go home other than by walking or taxi. Plus you need his help right now. You look around to find his car, and you find it a long way down the road. 

You begin to walk to his car, and he follows behind, running so he can open the door for you. You don’t thank him when he does, you just get in the passenger seat, and you side eye him when he doesn’t shut the door. He throws the flowers on your lap and when he shuts the door, you toss them to the backseat. When he gets into the driver’s seat he asks, “Why don’t you want the flowers?”

“What’s the point of them? Aren’t we getting divorced?” You respond, and he tries to take a deep breath. He turns on the car and pulls out of his parking spot, driving somewhere. You know this route, and it’s not where he’s supposed to take you. You don’t speak about it, it’s your own fault. You weren’t seriously expecting Toji of all people to be cooperative, were you?

“Shiu told me you got a nice little apartment…” He speaks up when he stops at a red light. You hum in response, not really trying to engage in a conversation. You lean your head back, resting it and shutting your eyes. You just want this to be over. Never in your life did you expect to dread being in a car next to Toji. The love of your life sits next to you, and you can’t wait to get out. To run and never have to see him again.

You open your eyes and see that you’re not driving back to Toji’s apartment. He’s taking a detour. At least you won’t have to take a taxi. Your eyes shift to him, his eyes are focused on the road. His hands clench the steering wheel while he bites down on his lip. His eyes finally glance at you, and you avert your gaze to the road that’s in front of you. “So um… What do you do?”

“Nothing cool.” You answer. You hear him exhale. Maybe he’ll stop asking dumb questions to fill up the silence. You’ve gotten accustomed to a quiet car ride, every time that you tried to speak up you’d be shot down. You don’t understand why he’s trying to change now– He already signed the papers. 

“Will you still show up for Megumi?” He asks, and you take a moment to think about it. Should you really? Toji constantly reminded you that you weren’t Megumi’s mother in any way, why should you try? But even then, you and Megumi grew close and formed a bond. Megumi shouldn’t have to pay for his father’s mistakes. You don’t give him a definitive answer though, simply an,

“I’ll try.”

“Why are you like this? Can’t you see that I’m trying?” He finally snaps, making you scoff. You cross your arms, debating if this is even worth engaging. He just wants a reaction out of you. Something that is longer than two words. “I’m just thinking that you wanted a divorce because you’re seeing someone else. If you actually loved me, you would at least try to work this out.”

He succeeds. He gets the reaction that he wants. You’re seething with his words and you yell, “I’ve been the only one trying this entire marriage, Toji! Not even these past two years, our entire relationship! Do you think I just came to this decision overnight? Do you think just a couple days of you trying will make up for five years of your neglect? It’s funny that you’re the one talking about cheating when you–”

“Here you go again with the same fucking shit! That happened years ago and you don’t let me forget. You should’ve just left me then!” He raises his voice as well, frustrated with this whole situation.

“Then why the fuck are you so upset that I’m leaving you now? Tell me, Toji. Like this you won’t have to hear me complain about it!” You respond, and he has to pull over into a plaza to park. It’s best if you get out here and call a taxi. You’ll order a mattress online, and sleep on the floor for the time being. When he puts the car in park and the doors unlock, and just as you’re about to open the car door, he locks them. You hate his car because his side is the only one that has controls to lock and unlock the car.

“That was years ago… I’m trying to become a better man, please. Give me a chance.” He sounds vulnerable, and part of you wants to comfort him. You love him more than anything and anyone, you’re willing to work it out. But for your sake… And for your baby’s sake, you have to leave Toji. He claims that he’ll be better but he won’t. 

“How long will it take for you to go back to being him? The same man that couldn’t even care to share how his day was when I asked him. You claimed that you’d change a couple times, Toji. You did change for a couple of days, but you always went back to your cold demeanor.” Your voice is breaking, and you can’t afford to start crying in front of him. You won’t let him see you so weak again, “I’ve seen the way you looked at her, and I want someone to look at me the same way. I deserve that. I know that you can’t be that same man for me, and I’ve come to respect that. The same way I want you to respect me leaving. I don’t want you to reach out to me just for the sole purpose of getting back together. We need time apart.”

He runs a hand through his hair, trying to think of what he’s going to say next. He won’t admit that he’s at fault for all of this. Toji shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. He tries to be rational– To be the mature adult that he’s supposed to be. He takes a deep breath before speaking. “I’m going to unlock the doors. If you get out of the car, I won’t talk to you ever again. All I can say is good luck in your life.”

“That’s not possible.” You mutter, but he hears it loud and clear. Are you insinuating that he’s a weak man? That’s what he’s hearing at the very least, and Toji hates it.

“What are you trying to say? Are you saying that I’ll come crawling back to you? That you’re irreplaceable or something like that, because I have some news for you–” He raises his voice and you feel the tears well up in your eyes. You swallow the lump that comes to your throat before you yell,

“I’m pregnant, Toji! That’s what I’m trying to say, I’m pregnant.” You watch him as his eyes go wide, his breath getting caught up. You’re waiting for him to say the worst, knowing that he doesn’t want this. “I don’t need your help though. I’ll be fine. If you don’t want a part in any of this, then when I exit the car, you’ll be dead to me the same way I’ll be dead to you.”

A smile comes to his face, and you feel sick. You know he isn’t happy that he’s having a baby. You want to fool yourself into thinking that he is, but you know he’s not. He doesn’t care about that. He’s just thinking about– He grabs your hands and brings them up to his lips, kissing them gently before he puts them around his face. “Please stay. For our baby.”

He’s thinking about trapping you. Like this you won’t leave his side. He’s not thinking about all the what ifs and the struggles that come with pregnancy and a child. He doesn’t want this for the right reasons, and you hate it. His face inches closer to yours, and he’s about to kiss you but you pull away.

“Open the car door.” You tell him, your voice stern. His brows furrow.

“We have to talk about this.” He says, and you shake your head. You have to take a deep breath so he doesn’t hear your voice. You don’t want him to hear you on the verge of tears even though your watery eyes are the dead give away.

“No, you think that I’m going to stay with you because I’m pregnant. But I’m not. I don’t have to rely on you.” You respond. 

“Why don’t you just get an abortion then?” He asks, and that’s when the tears that are in your eyes fall. He bites his tongue, quickly regretting the words that just left his lips. “I mean… If you’re so set on being alone, do you really want to have my baby? You know that means we’re stuck together in a sense.”

“No it doesn’t.” You wipe away the tears that managed to escape. You try to reach over to unlock the car door, and when you manage to unlock it, he doesn’t waste a second to lock it back up. He pushes your hand away. “Just forget that I told you anything. You don’t want another kid, and I’m not forcing you to be a father. I can be a mother by myself.”

“For how long have you known?” He questions, and you take a deep breath.

“I just found out.” You confess. 

“And you decided that you’re going to be a single mother? Do you know how fucking hard it is to raise a child by yourself? You haven’t even thought about it for a day.” He points out. You bite down on your lip and think about what you’ll say next.

“I mean… I handled all of Megumi’s issues myself even when I wasn’t supposed to be a parent. And I got used to the idea that if I ended up pregnant, you’d end up leaving. So I don’t really need to think about it more.” You share, and he scoffs.

“You really think I would just leave you?” He questions and you stay silent. That’s his response. “I would’ve never done that to you.”

“I don’t know Toji, you made it clear that the idea of having kids with me was a nightmare and that you only had money and time for Megumi.” You remind him, and Toji finds himself speechless. You sigh. You really hate this. “I’m telling you because it’s my duty. If you want to come around, great. If you don’t, also great. Me and my baby will do just fine.”

“It’s my baby too.” He says. “I guess… You should do whatever you think it’s best. But if we’re not getting back together, you should get an abortion.”

“I’m not doing that, Toji. I’ve always wanted a baby, and this is my chance.” You respond, even though part of you agrees with him. “Just… Let me out.”

“I’m getting you that mattress and then taking you home.” He replies. You take a deep breath watching as he switches the gear to drive. “Then we’re going to talk about this.”

[drabblesandimagines]

Motorcycle Rides

Pairings: Sebastian x you

Wordcount: 1623

You limped out of the mine, your pack heavy with materials. That last bunch of slimes had really taken it out of you and as you’d realized your strength was depleting, you’d turned on your heels and ran, only to twist your ankle on a rock.

You leant heavily against the wall, trying to catch your breath in the cool night air. Truth be told, you’d lost all track of time in the mines and it was now just before midnight on a Tuesday for goodness’ sake. You’d hoped to get to bed at a decent time for once, despite your endless to-do list. You’d only meant to be in the mines an hour or two tops!

After your heart had stopped pounding, you reached down and tentatively prodded at your ankle before wincing at the pain. It was already swelling and that probably wasn’t a great sign. This was a situation you hadn’t considered before embarking on your new life in Pelican Town – what exactly do you do in an emergency? There was Harvey’s clinic, but that would involve limping down there and waking him up over your own stupidity.

If you were going to be limping anywhere, you might as well limp home. Heck, the town was gossiping about you enough, you didn’t want your midnight trip to the clinic to be their next topic. You took a deep breath and took a step – there was a sharp ache that immediately dulled, but it was tolerable? It had to be tolerable, you concluded, as you took another shuffling step. It might take you all night, but you were determined to get home.

It was slow, painful progress as you found yourself walking past the carpenter’s house.

“Farmer?”

You jumped from the voice, your ankle immediately twisting on its side and you fell flat to the ground on your back, groaning.

“Sorry…” a figure appeared above you, looking down with an apologetic smile. It was the carpenter’s son… Sebastian? “I didn’t think you’d be so jumpy with being out so late and all.”

“I… I guess I just thought everyone in this town was a bed by 10pm on a week night crowd.”

“Well, the majority are. Er…” He hesitated, almost as if he was debating something in his head before he offered his hand. “Can I help you up?”

“Thanks.” Truth be told, you weren’t sure how graceful you would be at getting up without his assistance, so you happily accepted. In a combination of not expecting him to be as strong as he was and your weakened ankle, you were ill-prepared for getting back to your own two feet. You nearly went falling back down when Sebastian caught you in his arms and you threw yours around his neck. From your glow ring, you could clearly see the black-haired man’s face had flushed red.

“Sorry, that’s us city folk”, you tried to make light of the situation. “We swoon at any country man.”

That didn’t seem to help as – you didn’t think it was possible – his face had gone even more red.

“Er… here,” he tilted you upright, trying to get you to stand on your own two feet. You tried to comply, but your ankle collapsed underneath you, the sharp jolt of pain bringing tears to your eyes. You grabbed hold of his upper arm in a fierce grip. “You all right there?”

“No… I-I’ve hurt my ankle,” you swallowed, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I was in the mines and I twisted it. I thought I could limp home on it but that seems like a really dumb idea.”

“Ah…” Sebastian mumbled. “Erm, should I wake Maru? She works at the clinic part-time, she’ll probably know what to do.”

“No, please don’t. People are talking about me enough without adding this to the mix. I’ll be okay. I’ll just… I’ll take five and then it’ll be okay. You should go home.”

“I mean, I don’t know exactly how things go down in Zuzu City, but I can’t exactly go to bed and leave you out here.”

“That’s exactly how things would go down in Zuzu City. You’re a natural.” You grimaced.

“Er…” Sebastian paused. “Wait, I think I’ve got an idea. Do you wanna sit?”

You blushed, before mumbling, “I don’t think I could with any sense of grace.”

“I got you,” an arm wrapped around your waist and helped you down towards the ground.

“Right, I’ll be back in a moment.” He turned and went to head back up to his house.

“Wait, Sebastian…” He spun on his heels and looked at you quizzically. “Thank you.”

He smiled shyly, before walking out of sight, swallowed by the darkness.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when Sebastian eventually returned. There was a brief moment when you thought he wasn’t coming back. Maybe it was some sort of Pelican Town hazing… The black-haired man eventually reappeared, wheeling along a motorcycle in tow towards you before stopping.

“So, it’s not working reliably at the moment – I’ve been working on fixing it up. But I thought you could sit on it and I can wheel it along back to the farm? Means you can take the weight off your ankle and get home and ice it, I guess? Or heat. One of those.”

“Honestly, you don’t have to do this. It’s so late.” You protested, embarrassed that your antics had led to this.

“I’ll be up for hours yet anyway. Plus, I’m curious to see what you’ve done with the land and it’ll get you home – win-win.” He put the bike’s kick stand out to balance the machine, before crouching down and offering his hand again.

You hesitated. “Only if you’re really sure.”

“I’m positive. Come on.”

You took it, allowing him to pull you up fully this time and you made sure to let your uninjured leg take all the weight. “Hop on.” He kept a tight grip on your hand as you swung your injured leg over the seat and boosted yourself up onto it.

“Cool. Right, er, probably best if you hold onto the handles too.” You followed his instructions, and he leant over, positioning his hands next to yours before kicking the stand back in place. There was a momentary wobble before you found your balance and Sebastian moved forward, pushing it along up towards the path you knew would lead back to your farm.

“What were you doing out so late? Not that I’m complaining,” you quickly rectified.

“I got wrapped up in work and forgot to get out today. I thought I’d have the night to myself,” he teased. “Was that your first trip down the mines?”

“Oh, gosh, no. The Adventure’s Guild and Marlon gave me some tips and I think that was my fifth trip. I probably went down a bit too far for the equipment I have, but to get better equipment I need money and the mine’s good for making a quick buck. Crops take their sweet time…”

“Ah, makes sense.” He nodded.

“What do you do?”

“I’m a freelance programmer. It’s okay, it means I can choose my own work hours. I’m more productive later in the day, so…”

“Oh, really? That’s so cool.”

You fell into a companionable silence. Thankfully, it wasn’t a long walk back to the farm and Sebastian let out a whistle as he admired your work so far.

“Wow, this looks different.”

“A good different?” You frowned.

“Of course. You’ve been busy – this was all weeds and rocks the last time I was out here. What are you growing?”

“Just potatoes and turnips – they’ll be out of season soon but I should get another load out… if I can keep the crows at bay.”

He wheeled the motorcycle up to the bottom of your porch, eyeing the steps. “Er, do you want a hand up the stairs?”

“If you don’t mind…” You mumbled – you weren’t convinced hopping up them would be a winning formula. Sebastian put the kick stand back down, then assisted you off his motorcycle. He hooked an arm around your back, just under your armpits to steady you as you hopped towards the stairs, and then took a big leap up the first one as he kept your balance. You were extremely grateful there were only three stairs and you exhaled in relief now safely at your front door.

“Thank you so much, Sebastian. I wish there was something I could give you in return…” You trailed off as he began to protest, but then you remembered – there was that cool-looking mineral you’d found earlier… You dug around in your satchel, leaning heavily on your front door, until your fingers found the smooth surface.

You withdrew it and Sebastian’s eyes lit up. “A frozen tear?”

“Is that what it is? Some weird creature dropped it – I think it came from deeper down in the mines. I thought it must be special. I was going to take it to Gunther tomorrow to identify, but it seems you’re a fan, so, please…”, you pushed it into his hands, “Take it.”

“No, I couldn’t…”

“I insist.” You unlocked the door behind you before he could really protest. “Goodnight, Sebastian. And, hey, every time you look at it, you can remember the time you helped the idiot farmer home.”

“Goodnight…” He continued to stare at the mineral in his hands as he heard your door open and close, “But I’m totally going to remember the time I helped the cute farmer home.” He said that a little louder than he intended and blushed, glancing up to see your door firmly closed at least.

Fortunately, your window was open and you’d definitely heard.

[paisleypens]

too cool pt. 2 | spencer agnew x f!reader

the hair i’m crying.

thank you for the love on the last one!! here’s part 1

i was so busy recently but i love this story so let me know what you think! new part soon trust

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In the days that followed their impromptu trip to the park, Spencer panicked over his feelings for Y/N. He hadn’t felt this close to anyone in a non platonic way in a while. After endless hours of thinking about her and their excursion, Spencer realized something haunting. No way was he cool enough for someone like her. Yes they could nerd out together, but why would she want to be with someone like that? He concluded that Y/N would never choose him as the ideal guy for her.

The next few days passed in a blur of meetings, rehearsals, and editing sessions. Spencer and Y/N maintained their easy rapport, but the unspoken tension simmered beneath the surface, growing more palpable with each passing interaction.

It was during a casual lunch break that the topic of relationships surfaced. They sat at a small table, sandwiches forgotten as they engaged in a lighthearted debate about romantic comedies.

"I've never been a fan of those over-the-top love stories," Spencer commented, taking a sip of his Kickstart.

Y/N raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, really? You’re too cool for a good slow-burn romance?"

Spencer chuckled, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "Well, I suppose there's something nice about the anticipation, the build-up between two people. But maybe I'm just not cool enough to get it."

Their eyes met briefly, a shared misunderstanding of their words passing between them before they both looked away, the moment lingering in the air like an unspoken confession.

As the days passed, their dance of denial continued. They buried their feelings beneath layers of professional camaraderie, exchanging playful banter and supportive gestures while tiptoeing around the undeniable chemistry that crackled between them.

It was a delicate balance, a silent agreement to keep their emotions in check for the sake of their work and friendship. But with each passing day, the longing glances and fleeting touches spoke volumes, unspoken desires waiting to be acknowledged.

As the days turned into weeks and the unspoken tension between Spencer and Y/N continued to simmer, Spencer found himself grappling with a realization he couldn't ignore—he was falling for her.

It was an unusually quiet Tuesday afternoon in the office, the usual hustle and bustle replaced by a serene calm. Spencer sat at his desk, fingers tapping absently on the keyboard as he tried to focus. But his mind kept drifting, thoughts consumed by Y/N and the unspoken emotions that had taken root in his heart.

He replayed moments in his mind—the shared laughter, the stolen glances, the way her eyes lit up when they discussed their favorite games. Each memory was like a whispered confession, a testament to the depth of his feelings. Spencer leaned back in his chair, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He knew he couldn't continue denying his feelings, couldn't keep pretending that his heart didn't ache every time Y/N walked away.

“Hey, you good man? You’re looking pretty… gone right now.” Spencer's friend and closest working relationship, Shayne Topp, asked him.

“Yeah… yeah uh what’s up?” Spencer coughed out.

“Well I was going to ask what your dinner plans are but… do you want to talk?” Shayne asked, his eyebrows sewing together in worry.

“No it’s dumb I don’t- I don’t even know what i’d say.” Spencer answered, slumping down in his chair farther.

“Shoot.”

“Well… I really like someone. I- I can’t get her out of my head. I can’t work, I can barely sleep when I could just stay up thinking about her.” Spencer admitted.

“Damn, to be honest I never thought I would see this day. What’s stopping you from getting her?” Shayne questioned, laughing at his school yard confession.

“I don’t man have you seen me?”

“Uh yeah you’re the ideal man.”

“Very funny. But no I'm serious she’s- let’s just say she is way too cool for me. Very far out of my league.”

“Dude have you seen my relationship? If you like her that much it’s dumb to torture yourself like this.”

“Yeah but, we're friends. What if I screw it up?”

“But what if you don’t?”

[slvthrs]

ALL THE THINGS WE MEANT TO SAY | vinnie hacker

— MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD —

one stupid red hoodie makes it impossible for you to do anything and the only thing you can do is try to give it back

OLD BSF!VINNIE X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, ANGSTY, + some fluff, sex, making out, grinding, oral (f receiving) praise kink, cheating, they're both not the best people but they're in love

word count: 4.7k <3

This dumb fucking hoodie.

I don’t know what to do with it. 

I’ve had it for a week now and it’s been sitting on my desk, folded perfectly and untouched.  The red on it is slightly faded and cat hair covers it instead of dog now but it still is the same crewneck that I loved on Vinnie and the same one I would wear every time I slept over at his.

But now I can’t even touch it. It smelt like him, it felt like him, it was just so Vinnie and it was too much for me.

3 days I spent trying to just ignore it despite everything my friends said, also trying to ignore Vinnie’s calls and texts.

And now I’ve spent 2 hours on a call with my best friend, Bowie, debating what to do with that stupid hoodie.

“I swear to god just get rid of it, burn it, rip it to shreds I don’t know babe just do something to get rid of it.” Bowie argues

She’s always been better at relationships than me. To the point that she and her girlfriend were planning for their one year anniversary in 2 weeks while I was her worried about a boy I haven’t seen in years.

“I can’t get rid of it, Bow.” I sigh

“Oh c’mon! Vinnie slept with you and literally RAN away the next day and refused to talk to you for 3 years, PLUS he has a girlfriend… you know you deserve better!”

“I know, you're right but I just can’t Bowie, I’m sorry.”

“Why,” She exclaims, “What is so special about this stupid hoodie and Vinnie?”

…

“I actually think I’m gonna die, Mom please hurry up.” I sigh, clutching my stomach.

We’ve been on the road for 5 hours now and we haven’t taken a single bathroom brake since we couldn’t spot a gas station but my bladder was screaming at me

“You're so dramatic, y'know that right?” Vinnie quips from the seat next to me causing me to throw my bag at his chest.

He’s sitting with his headphones in, playing some game on his console with the light from the window shining on the side of his face illuminating his side profile so perfectly. 

The pain in my stomach doesn’t stop and I bend forward resting my head against the seat in front of me with my hands holding my stomach tight.

I feel a hand rubbing on my back and I realize it’s Vinnie trying to help and then suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my stomach and everything just clicks.

I’m on my fucking period. 

“Mom,” I say, my voice hoarse. “Please tell me you found a bathroom, I’m pretty sure I just got my goddamn period.”

She tries to reassure me and turns into a parking lot while Vinnie keeps rubbing my back and offers me food to which I throw it at his face.

We finally get to a run down bath station which I run into with everything I need and I’m able to clean up but there's still a huge stain in my pants and for some reason I feel tears well up in my eyes and I just sit on the point seat for about 5 minutes until I finally force myself to wipe my tears and get up.

I walk back to the car but I hear a voice shouting at me from behind.

“Hey wait up!” It’s Vinnies, he’s holding a bag with snacks and a hoodie in his right hand, leaving the shop nearby. 

“Take this, it’ll cover your pants up, plus it’s a Washington sweatshirt, and your favorite color!”

It’s a pretty red with white letters spelling out our state. It’s too big for me, most probably Vinnie’s size. 

It’s cute. 

He helps me wrap the sweatshirt around my waist and walks with my back to the car right next to me.

We settle back into our seats and thank god that no blood spilled onto the car seat.

With all the bags and the fact that we were in the back with the rest of our families in the front plus Vinnie basically grew a foot over the year, we were crammed together in the back seats with our legs hitting the others and our shoulders touching.

I end up plugging my headphones in and listening to music while staring outside the window, looking at the trees and the sky trying to take in nature but not even 30 minutes in and my stomach hurts again.

I try to hold it but Vinnie realizes and dumps the plastic bag of all the stuff he brought on my lap.

I look into it and I see chocolate, all my favorite candy and snacks, bottles of my favorite soda and medicine in there. 

He didn’t buy anything for himself, he only bought stuff for me.

“Thank you Vin.” But my voice comes out no louder than a whisper.

“Eh, don't sweat it, you're awful on your period.” He laughs and I punch him in the shoulder.

“Asshole.” I mutter.

I end up falling asleep with my head on his shoulder listening to Ivy by Frank Ocean.

I never forgot that roadtrip; it was 2 years before Vinnie left for LA.

…

“You just don’t get it Bow, I can’t get rid of it!” I reiterate.

The phone call goes silent as I droop against my head board sighing. 

My eyes roam back to the hoodie again.

I should give it back to him.

“What if I give it back to him?” I mutter to Bowie

“Babe no,” She continues, “You're using this as an excuse to go see him and it’s not gonna end up well.”

“But Bow-” I try to reason with her but she cuts me off.

“C’mon, we both know you shouldn’t go see him.” 

“I know, I know. I’ll call you tomorrow; Love you.” I tell her

“I love you too, get some rest.” And she ends the call

I lay down on my bed staring back up at the ceiling. 

Bowie is right, I’m just trying to make an excuse to see Vinnie and he probably doesn’t even want the hoodie back.

My mind goes blank as I stare up at the wall.

Bowie is right.

But I rarely ever do what’s right.

I get up and grab the hoodie, the bag it came with along with my phone and car keys and walk down to the parking lot and before I realize it I’m punching in the code to Vinnie’s house I got from Harvey into the GPS and driving off.

The road is wet from the rain which happens once in a blue moon and there is a surprisingly few number of cars on the road for this city but I try to look at that as a positive.

I try to put some music on and it auto plays to ‘White Ferrari’ by Frank Ocean and suddenly I remember this is an awful idea.

What if he’s home with Allison?

What if he doesn’t wanna see me?

What if he refuses to take the hoodie back?

What if I make a fool of myself?

Panic racks up in my brain and thousands of ‘what ifs’ terrify me. Just the thought of Vinnie not wanting to see me makes me wanna drive my car off a bridge but I try to push every negative thought away.

I skip the next few songs until my phone lands on “Black Beauty” by Lana Del Rey. 

Every single day after Vinnie got his license we would blast this song, screaming the lyrics and staying out until our parents would call us home.

He loved to drive and I loved just sitting there in his presence, not even talking just being there with each other, it was our favorite thing to do together.

Now I have to drive myself everywhere in a black Honda Civic. 

…

“This car is actually fucked you don’t get it like everything about it is broke what the hell did my dad make me fix this shit? I fucking hate Hondas.” Vinnie whines, he loves fixing cars but still always drags me to sit there and watch him do it whilst I text my friends.

The dust and oil lay cover his face whilst he sits there with black gloves and poking and prodding under the hood of the car.

“Oh c’mon are you even listening to me?” 

“Yes yes I promise! And why don’t you just tell your dad you can’t fix this car?” I tilt my head to the side practically begging to finish this up.

“No, I’m gonna finish this and then we’re going out for ice cream.” He says with his chest puffed like it’s an amazing, unthinkable plan.

“Whatever Hacker, at least this car is cool.” I say sliding my hand across the shine of the black.

“It’s not. You just like every black car.” He shrugs but he’s right, I love black cars.

“Hey when we grow up I’ll buy you a black JDM so we can match.” He huff’s and I can feel a smile tugging the corners of my lips.

“We both know I’ll be the one making enough money to buy a car.” 

“Whatever, as long as I get to drive you around in it.” He replies

I smile to myself imagining Vinnie and I when we were old still doing the same things we did as kids, driving and smoking until the sun comes up.

A familiar feeling in my stomach rises as we return to doing our own thing and I return to texting on my phone.

“Who have you been texting so much anyways?” He asks about 10 minutes putting some random tool down and picking up another

“No one Vin, it’s just that guy from that skate shop, he’s actually kinda cool I think you would like him!”

“Oh.” He replies in that voice he gets when he tries to not get mad

“Yeah! He asked me to go on a date with him to a skatepark.” I reply beaming.

“You're joking right? I ask you to go every week but you never do,” He reminds me whilst twisting something inside the car, “ But you’ll go with the sketchy guy from a skate park who always smells like weed and let me remind you, I’m literally a better skater than he is!”

“Dude it’s not that serious it’s just some dumb date!” I raise my voice at him but I don’t even understand why

“Fuck fine whatever just don’t come back crying when the date goes horribly with that guy.” He retorts staring dagger in my direction

“Whatever, I'm not gonna come back crying and you're just being a dick cause no one wants to go out with you.” I walk off when I finish leaving Vinnie in his dad’s garage.

Vinnie was right however, the date went terribly that night. He picked me up an hour late and all we did was smoke and walk around and when I wanted to leave he got pissed I didn’t hook up with him.

I ended up walking by foot to Vinnie’s house and ended up spending the rest of the evening crying into Vinnie’s familiar red Washington crewneck.

That was 3 weeks before Vinnie left for LA.

…

The drive feels like it’s going so slow. 

My mind is so scattered that I keep zoning out until the robotic voice of the GPS snaps me out of my self induced trance. 

The closer I get to Vinnie’s house the harder it gets to breathe and the more my mind keeps disassociating. 

My eye’s keep getting foggy and I start getting scared that I shouldn’t be driving in this condition.

I run my hands through my hair, pulling at the roots.

It’s dry, I need to put oil in it.

I watch as the lights flash from red to green and watch as the trees sway due to the rain, watching stray’s scatter across the road’s and how my windshield wipers turn from one side to another trying to flick all the water droplets off.

The more breaths I take, the shallower they get before I finally decide to pull over on the side of the road.

My head falls against the wheel as I try to relax, forcing myself to take slow deep breaths, in through my nose and out of my mouth.

But I jolt my head back up as I get a call, grabbing my phone and picking it up, praying it’s not Bowie.

“Hello?” I whisper into my phone

“Jesus, Y/n where the fuck are you?” Vinnie replies back at me

“Vinnie? What the hell are you talking about?” My voice rises

“Outside your house, I’ve been waiting for like 10 minutes, where are you?” I can hear the rain pattering on the other side of the call. 

“Fuck, I have a key under my doormate, I was just…out.” I half-lie.

“Just get here okay?” His voice is softer now and I can hear him unlock my door and walk in, ending the call.

What the fuck.

What is Vinnie doing at my house?

How does he even know where I live?

A thousand questions race through my head as I take my car out of park and turn it to drive back to my house, pressing on the gas and driving as fast as I can. 

I arrive back there in about fifteen minutes and as I pull my car into the parking spot I suddenly become very aware of what I left the house wearing.

It was my black bralette and a pair of low rise sweats and I slammed my head against my wheel again.

I’m not going to see Vinnie in this yet there's nothing in my car to cover me up.

I mentally swear at myself for not thinking ahead enough cause even if I got to Vinnie’s house was I really gonna walk in wearing just a bralette and sweats?

The only thing in this car, besides me, is that red hoodie sitting right next to me, basically taunting me.

The stupid hoodie I tried to ignore for a week, sitting there, being my only option- it was like karma.

I slip the hoodie over my head as the neckline dangles over my shoulder. The sleeves are far too big and threads are coming loose. But one thing is most noticeably different, it’s scent. 

What used to be old Axe body spray mixed with sweat, weed and dog smell, is now Dior cologne, teakwood, with smoke but with something else. 

It’s pretty lavender and the essence of pineapple- Allison’s scent.

He gave our hoodie to her.

The hoodie he gave me he gave her.

I take a second to breathe again, letting the cool air enter my body and try to cool me off in the process.

I get so entranced in the hoodie that I nearly forget I’m supposed inside with Vinnie.

I slip out of the car and ever so slightly push down the handle walking into my own home with heavy steps, far too upset to try to be quiet.

I slip past the shoe rack and through the mirror and art littering my house. 

Barely any lights are on and I can smell coffee from the morning and smoke from earlier in the day as I walk into my living room.

And there he is.

The same guy who left me days after he turned 18, after everything. He’s just sitting on my couch.

His head is tipped back with his hair damp from the rainwater, his legs are spread apart as he has his phone in his right hand whilst his left is fidgeting and picking at the skin surrounding his thumb. It was always his dumb tick that he did when he was stressed and I can’t help but feel worried.

“Vinnie.” I breathe out so desperately it sounds like a prayer

He stands up so fast he nearly loses his balance and he walks over to me in quick, hurried strides as he catches his balance like a baby giraffe running to its mother.

“Fuck I didn’t realise you arrived.” His voice is no louder than mine.

“Why wouldn’t I, Hacker?” His last name is all I can bear to muster to his face, “It is my home isn’t it?”

“That’s not what I meant.” He stops and breathes,”Hey, you're wearing the hoodie.”

A smile bleeds onto his face and a light blush quickly accompanies it.

“Yeah all my other hoodies were in the wash.”

And the smile fades away.

“Oh, of course.” He stops for a second, “But um, where were you?”

“It’s funny actually I was on my way to your house.” I chuckle to myself avoiding eye contact with Vinnie but he doesn't laugh.

He steps closer to me and now he’s towering right above me

“Why were you coming to my house?” He asks, his eyebrows knit together, looking at me confused.

His hands gently pull my chin up so I can look at him and for a second he looks like the same guy I fell in love with for the first time.

But I pull away, it’s not the same. 

It’s never going to be the same again.

“I wanted to give you your hoodie back.” I say looking away from him

“But it’s not mine… I gave it you to keep-” I cut him off

“I don’t care Vinnie, you have a girlfriend, I haven’t seen you in 3 years I didn’t want your stupid hoodie asshole, I wanted you.” 

I say the last part before I realize what I just said with shaky eyes and a stuttered breath.

Everything goes quiet, we don’t say a word, we don’t even move. The only sound in my house is the dripping of my broken sink and the brushing of the plants across the wall.

“Fine.”

“What?” 

“Fine, give me the hoodie. It’s what you wanted to do anyways.”

Is he fucking serious right now?

“Sure whatever.” I grit through my teeth

I pull the plush of the hoodie off letting it settle in my hands before passing it back to Vinnie and then bringing my hands back up to my chest trying to cover myself up.

He takes the hoodies and holds it in his hand whilst his eyes rake over my body, going over the curves, watching as my skin ebbs and flows from my bralette into my sweatpants and as my hair sits, flowing over my shoulder like I’m the prettiest thing in the world.

“Allison.” I spit out like venom, a lot meaner than I intended, trying to catch Vinnie’s attention again.

“Huh?” He asks, his tone bleeding with disinterest

“Your girlfriend… remember?” 

“Right.” Yet he still doesn’t look away from me. 

His eyes rake all over my body watching, trying to memorize everything that has changed over the past 3 years. He’s trying to take everything in.

“You should leave Vin.” I say trying to stay stern

“Sure,” He shrugs off before he snaps out of his trance, “Wait what?”

He’s making this all so hard, I try so hard to ignore the way his gaze makes the hairs at the back of my neck stand up and causes butterflies to erupt in my stomach.

I try to pretend I’m not talking to Vinnie.

“I said you should go Hacker.”

“Wait, why?” He asks with that glint in his eyes.

It’s such a dumb question and we both know the answer to it but Vinnie tries so hard to pretend he doesn’t know why.

“Cause I’m trying to be strong for both of us, Vinnie.”

“Don’t be.” His voice is so quiet as he steps closer to me, his hand resting on my forearm whilst his other one holds on to the hoodie that got me in this circumstance in the first place

It takes me so much strength to not lean into his touch.

“You have a girlfriend.” I breathe out, looking right at him.

“I have a girlfriend.” He repeats but his tone is so much more soothing.

“We’re gonna fuck everything up.” I say and get a familiar feeling of deja vu

“We might fuck everything up,” He stops for a second, “But how could we fuck things up even more?”

He’s right.

This relationship is already doomed.

His eyes flick down to my lips and suddenly my hands are looped around his neck with our lips pressed together, his hands trails down my waist and he grabs both my legs, hooking them around his waist.

Our lips push against each other whilst my hands pull and tug in his hair, they trail down his face and I push them under his shirt.

He swipes his tongue across the bottom of my lip and his grasp on my thighs causing me to moan into the kiss, letting the kiss grow deeper and letting both of us gasping and moaning into each other's mouths, afraid that the moment would end.

We end up falling on to my couch, him towering over placing sweet kisses all over my neck and trailing down farther, trying to make up for the years we spent apart.

The kisses quickly turn into love bits and his roaming hands quickly start taking off the clothes we have on, my bralette falls onto the floor and Vinnie’s shirt is thrown over the armrest.

Gushes of cold air fly through my window and both tighten our grasps on each other in a futile attempt to cool us down, his hips grinding over my cunt and my nails dig into his back to try to get closer to him.

His hips are so unbearably slow whilst his lips are so fast and his hands play a tantalizing game scratching, clawing, and massaging the plush of my skin.

His lips are so chapped but they still feel nice, in between mine as he slipped his tongue in between the warmth of my lips.

I need to buy him chapstick

“Fuck I missed you so much.” He moans into my lips as his hands fall down in between my thighs and his hands slowly undo the knot and pull my pants along with my underwear off leaving my fully exposed under him as he dips his head below.

Faint kisses are placed all over my lower stomach and as they get closer to the inside of my thighs they turn into bites and my airy gasps turn into echoey moans as they bounce around my house coating the walls as my chest heaves up and down and my hands flow along the curves of his shoulder, tracing the muscles there.

“So pretty,” He heaves out, “So so fucking pretty.” His tongue lapped at my cunt, focusing on my clit whilst my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

My legs contorted as my right hand pulled and yanked in his hair whilst my left clawed through his back gaining a hiss from the blonde under me.

It didn’t take long before I came into his mouth with him sucking at my clit and vulgar moans and curse fell through my lips.

He lifted his head up back to see me and I could see the lower side of his face glistening whilst his eyes had darkened with lust to the point the faint brown looked like pools of rich obsidian ink.

He heaved above me before diving back into attacking my neck and lips and my hands returned around his neck.

“Fuck Vinnie,” It slips from my lips whilst his neck is sucking beautiful amethyst marks onto my neck, “God where did you learn how to do that.”

“Oh shut up.” He laughs continuing kissing me all over whilst his finger slowly and tantalizing play with my already swollen cunt.

My hands trail down his chest, feeling my hands go over his muscles reaching to the base of his pants I tug at the belt, whining, asking for permission to take them off.

“Please Vin.”

He laughs, “Please what baby?”

“Fuck me please.” I ask undoing his buckle and try to pull his belt off, right before he stops me, his hands grabbing mine.

“Jesus, were you always this bossy when we were kids?” His eyebrow quirks up, “Ask nicely.”

It’s a command that sends a shiver down my spin and I relax into his touch.

“Please.”

“Do you know what 'nicely' means?” He teases

“Vinnie, please.” I whine, looking up at him through my lashes and I watch as he breaks above me.

Years could go by and I will always know what’ll break him.

“I hate you.” He whispers onto my lips and pulls his pants down.

When he finally starts fucking me it takes me a second to get re-used to his size but when he finally starts thrusting into me I hide my head into his neck to try and subdue my voice.

My legs wrapped around his waist as my hands marked his back with red lines.

He sped up his pace and I arched into his touch, my heart was pounding in my chest and Vinnie wasn’t giving me a break. 

He held me down by my hips and as I looked up at him I could see his eyebrows knitted together, looking as if he was focusing on making me feel good. 

My hands laced their fingers together behind his head as I looked back into his eyes staring at him.

We stayed like that for a bit right before he dipped his head down kissing along my chest and placing kisses along my tits, covering them in marks and bites, sucking hickies all over them and marking them up.

His kisses moved upwards towards my neck and ear and he placed more kisses along my neck and bit my earlobe whimpering and moaning, making sure I could hear how easily and quickly he fell apart for me.

As we both got closer to our ends his pace became relentless, slamming into me, hooking my leg over his shoulder to get a  better anger and more illicit, pornographic moans to fall from my lips.

When he finally came in me, he fell on top of me and we both breathed out trying to catch our breaths.

We stayed there for a bit to try to cool down.

He ended up cleaning me up and we just lay there on my sofa, my body swung over his as my head lay on his chest.

I trace his tattoos with my nails listening to his heartbeat and the sounds of satisfaction he makes whenever I scratch certain spots.

His hands trace my back ever so slowly whilst his other one lies behind his head, propping him up.

The room had quickly gone from being filled with moans of ecstasy and the sound of skin coming together to my voice humming and Vinnie breathing ever so gently.

We don’t say a word to each other but look up and his hand pushes away the hair on my face and lifts my chin up so he can place a gentle kiss on my lips.

We just stay in the kiss looking into each other's eyes and I truly let myself believe that we could be together.

I imagine us back home in Seattle, just us. 

Everything’s the same. Ponchos sitting on his bed with his head in my lap. Vinnie’s playing some new game that just came out. 

And he never left for LA.

He never left me.

I let myself forget for a moment and convinced myself that I didn’t just sleep with the man who left me all alone but rather I slept with the man that I truly thought I was going to end up marrying when I was a young girl.

I let myself forget.

But before we can deepen the kiss Vinnie’s phone buzzes and when he picks it up he sees her name.

Allison.

And without another word Vinnie puts on his clothes and leaves me there.

All over again.

But this time Inew what would happen but I still did it.

I lie there in my underwear staring at the ceiling and turn my gaze to the floor.

He left the red hoodie.

At this point I have no shame, I pick it up and slip it over my head and it smells so different.

It smells of sweat, mistakes, and all the things we meant to say.

[one-idea]

ASL being raised by Shanks part 4

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After everything calms down. Luffy accepts that he won’t swim again, Ace doesn’t he’s still hopping mad. But nothing cools Ace’s rage quite like his brothers. “But Ace look how cool this is.” Luffy proceeds to throw his fist forward. The rubber stretches, hits a wall bounces back, and hits Luffy square in the face. You can’t not laugh at the poor baby.

Ace is still mad at Shanks though. Blaming him for Luffy’s new powers (and if this isn’t Buggy all over again. Blaming Shanks for his own decision to eat a devil fruit, though Luffy didn’t know)

Shanks has finally calmed down. Luffy is safe and relatively unharmed (though the devil fruit being harmful is debatable) he can finally figure out what’s been going on with his son. He also gets to introduce Mihawk to the boys. Ace is suspicious of everyone. Sabo is far too polite for a homeless boy, Shanks needs to figure this kid out. He has a sneaking suspicion it has something to do with that dumb noble who was threatening his boy. And Luffy is full of wonder at anyone Shanks introduces.

He introduces Mihawk as a friend (they’ve never really put hard labels on their relationship. Not wanting others to use it against them) which gets some snickers and eye rolls from the crew. The older boys seem to catch them with a quickly traded glances, but they go right over Luffy’s head. All three boys are easily distracted by the rest of the sentence anyway. “This is my friend Dracula Mihawk. The world’s greatest swordsman.”

The boys are chaos. Sabo wants by to know how such a title is earned. Ace asking how many people he’s killed. Luffy asking is Mihawk is a part of Shanks’ crew. To which Mihawk answers them all in turn. “I killed the previous title holder. I’ve killed a lot of people. No.” The last one is the most uncomfortable question. He’s not part of Shanks crew, but that leads to the next question.

“Why not? Shanks is the best.” Luffy is more upset that he’s not in Shanks’ crew than finding out he’s killed ‘a lot’ of people.

And Mihawk can’t even argue with the kid. Shanks is the best. If he were to follow a captain he would chose Shanks. But he won’t ever tell the other man that because well…. “I prefer my freedom.” And Luffy seems to understand that. All the boys do. The same way Shanks understands.

Not many people would put up with a relationship like theirs. Mihawk knows plenty of pirates who have relations with people on shore. The pirate chasing freedom and their partner waiting for their return. He’s never wanted that. Never wanted the weakness a helpless stationary lover brings. But Shanks is anything but helpless and moves around more than Mihawk does. If he was ever going to commit to someone it would be Shanks, who could almost match him in strength. Who understood the call of the sea, the pull of a challenge and adventure. And who knows Mihawk won’t be tethered. He comes and goes as he pleases much the same as Shanks does. It works for them. (But will it work once kids are involved?)

Luffy just smiles at him and laughs. His hand coming to rest upon the famed straw hat as he smiles at the world’s greatest swordsman and says “one day I’m going to be king of the pirates! The freest man alive!”

And Mihawk gets it. Gets what Shanks sees in the boy. He’s crazy. But in the way Rogers was crazy. In the way that the world can’t take his joy and smile from him crazy. In he’s going to bend the world to his whim crazy. And Mihawk is going to love every second of watching him do it.

Ace punches him in the head and yell about not proclaiming that to just anyone. And the boy seems haunted by a knowledge his young age should afford him. He’s interesting. Mihawk catches Shanks’ eyes over the boys head and can tell his lover caught it to. There’s something off about these two older boys.

They spend about it a week on the island

Shanks spends the time catching up with Luffy and getting to know Ace and Sabo. More Sabo as Ace is still mad about the devil fruit and doesn’t trust Shanks at all.

He’s making some head way with Sabo though. The boy wants to be a writer and travel the world. He loves hearing about Shanks and the crew’s adventures. He’s making friends with in the crew. Especially with Benn and Yasopp. The former a steady presence and the latter full of stories. But Sabo has to agree with Luffy. Shanks is the best.

Shanks takes the boys up to his and Luffy’s hill at night. Ace drags his feet not wanting to come, but unwilling to leave his brothers alone with Shanks. Sabo and Luffy are thrilled. Shanks is telling them stories about the stars. He has Luffy and Sabo’s full attention. It’s only Ace who notices their shadow trailing them. Mihawk never joining the moment but close enough to make sure no danger could reach them. And it would almost be nice if Ace trusted either of these men.

One of the nights while watching the stars, Sabo lets it slip who his dad is. That he was the noble who had higher the pirates. That it’s his fault Luffy and Ace got hurt. Luffy and Ace are quick to comfort and reassure their brother that it’s not his fault, but Sabo is looking to Shanks. Waiting for the man to condemn the noble blood in his veins.

Shanks just smiles at the boy placing a hand on his shoulder. “What sort of life do you want?”

“I want to be free. I want to sail the world with my brothers. I don’t want to be a noble.” Sabo is quick. Wanting to convince the man in front of him that he’s not the monster that he knows nobles to be. That he’s a pirate just like his brother.

“Then free you will be.” Shanks turns his head just enough to catch Mihawks eye. It’s a short conversation. A raised eyebrow from Shanks ‘did you take care of this?’ A small smirk from Mihawk ‘already dealt with.’ Shanks quickly glances back at the boys before meeting Mihawk’s eyes again ‘he’s coming with us.’ A short head nod from Mihawk ‘of course.’

It takes the adults less than 10 seconds to have a full conversation. Shanks turns his attention back to the boys and smiles at Sabo. “You know you could always join my crew.” It’s said with a smile, warm and full of joy. It has a teasing lot to it. Shanks has learned never to show how much something means to him. If he keeps it light the outcome appears to not matter to him. It does. He wants Sabo to come with him. He wants Ace as well. But right now it’s a joke offer. A seed planted for when he truly offers.

Or so he thinks. Because Sabo’s face lights up. “Really?”

“Sure. Anchor’s already coming with us. You might as well join to.” Again Shanks keeps it light though he can see the excitement on both Sabo and Luffy’s faces.

“I’m still going with you!” Luffy is pumped. He was worried the devil fruit fiasco might have changed Shanks mind.

“Of course you’re still coming Anchor. We made a promise after all.” Shanks smiles as Luffy launches himself at his idol. Shanks laughs holding Luffy close, and opens his other arm of Sabo, who rushes in with out any hesitation. Is this what a dad is suppose to feel like? It a question going through all three of their heads.

But for Ace.

It’s white noise. His world stopped when Shanks offered Sabo a place on his crew. It shattered when Shanks revealed that Luffy was already leaving with him. The whole conversation has started to fade out for him. He can hear their laughter and excitement but it sounds so quite compared to his rapid breathing.

He’s losing them. His brothers. The only people in the world who know what a monster he is and love him anyways are leaving.

He can’t blame them. This encounter with the bluejams has just shown to Ace that he’s not strong enough to protect them. What good is he to them? Why should they stay with him? Why?

When they could have adventures with Shanks and his crew. Shanks who is strong enough to protect them. Who can offer them freedom in a way that Ace can’t. He’s losing them. He’s losing them and he can’t blame them for picking the better option. But he knows who he can blame.

He shoots to his feet drawling all of their attention. Luffy realizes what happening right before it does as he reaches out for his big brother “Ace.”

“I hate you. All of you. And I want nothing to do with you.” He doesn’t mean it. He doesn’t think he could ever hate Luffy and Sabo, but Shanks. Ya he meant that one. He just says it because he knows it’s going to hurt them. Because he knows Luffy would never leave him unless Ace leaves first. And knows no matter how much this hurts him it’s what’s best for Sabo and Luffy. He takes off running and just misses Luffy reaching out for him.

Sabo and Luffy want to chase after him but Shanks keeps a tight hold. “It’s alright I’ll go get him.” He reassured the boys. Knowing he can find Ace by his haki signature faster than the two little boys in the woods can. Sabo is yelling that he doesn’t understand and Luffy is sobbing.

“No you don’t get it. Ace doesn’t think he should be alive.” Sabo yells out. “We’re all he has.” Shanks freezes. How? How can a child as young as Ace, who is ten years old, think so lowly of himself. Who told this child that they didn’t deserve to exist?.

Mihawk steps in to take Luffy and Sabo from Shanks. “I’ve got him. I promise I’ll bring him back.” Shanks swears to the boys.

He needs to move fast. Ace knows these woods better than him, but Shanks’ has some of the best haki in all of the new world. He can track this boy around the whole island, but that doesn’t mean he’ll reach him before something or someone else does. He knows this is his fault. He should have phased his offer to both boys. He wanted all three to come with him. But because of his phrasing he must have made Ace feel as though he was being left behind.

He needs to find Ace. Explain that all three boys are coming with him. That he wants Ace around. That Ace and his brothers are safe with him.

[chukys-mouthguard]

back with another song related request but this time it’s when the party’s over by billie eilish, typical angst turns smut or fluff with jamie drysdale (or trevor zegras)

as usual can’t wait to see what you come up with and i hope you had a good weekend 🫶🏼

nothing is better

2k words

genre: angst; ending is suggestive of smut or fluff, whatever your heart interprets it to be

featuring: trevor zegras x female reader

request: yes

note: this was honestly hard for me because the song was really difficult to interpret, but hopefully i did alright 🫶🏼

Trevor’s finger hovered over the screen, debating on whether or not he wanted to toy with his emotions and call you. It was late. His eyes glancing at the clock, 2:42am. Surely you would be asleep.

Though his call wouldn’t necessarily be unexpected, he did this almost every time he went out with the boys. Getting drunk, missing you, and ending up at your place. The “relationship” one that you surely should’ve expected from a young NHL star like Trevor. It was strictly sex, to put it bluntly. It’s what worked for you both, though you’d occasionally questioned why it couldn’t be more.

Trevor telling you he wasn’t ready, he couldn’t handle his schedule along with a relationship. And he never saw things with you being more than what they were.

But he was lying, to you and to himself.

He wanted to have everything and more with you. Date nights, to see you at his games wearing his jersey, posting tons of pictures of you on his social media to show you off. But he knew that he was only bound to hurt you. His schedule being so demanding, and you deserved a boyfriend that could be there for you whenever you needed them. Not one that would be gone weeks at a time, whose game days left no time available to be with you.

And while he knew a relationship would end with him breaking your heart, he couldn’t help but feel simply hooking up wasn’t any better. Knowing that you longed for more, and while he did too, he’d never give it to you. It seems cruel, unfair even for him to knowingly continue being friends with benefits. It wasn’t something he necessarily enjoyed doing, but he kept it going because it meant he could still have a part of you. Even if that was for only a few hours every now and then.

So he tapped your name on the screen, holding the phone to his ear as his fingers traced over his steering wheel while he waited to hear your voice.

“Trev, it’s almost 3 in the morning. Really?”

Your tone immediately told him it was wrong to call, but he couldn’t help that he’d wanted to see you. Not even for the sex, just to be with you. To fall asleep next to you and pretend for a little while that things were different. Until the morning came to pull him back to reality and he’d have to leave, not knowing when he’d see you again.

“I’m sorry, I can head home. I just, I wanted-“

“It’s fine, you can come over. Just, hurry up. Please.”

He could hear in your voice that you wanted to say no, to tell him another night would work better.

Anything.

But the second you’d heard his voice, to know he wanted to see you, even if it was just for sex, you folded. Taking any moments with Trevor you could, knowing all too well you’d regret it in the morning.

As much as you knew this would never be more than strictly sex, you kept it going because you were so sure it could be more one day. That Trevor would stop telling you he couldn’t handle it. That it was for the best because he would only hurt you in the end. But even in him trying his best to protect you, it broke your heart every time he’d walk out the door. Never knowing when you’d see him again, simply having to wait for a night that he reached out or you were desperate for him and he was free.

Though you couldn’t help but admit you felt dumb, letting yourself be stuck in a strictly sex situation with someone like Trevor. It was almost a classic trope that if your friends knew they’d criticize you for. Confirming your own thoughts of being stupid for holding onto something he’d clearly told you would never be more than what it was.

You never having discussed your feelings about it all with Trevor, just tucking them away because what was the point? Surely he cared somewhat, but not enough to be in a relationship with you so why bother boring him with your displeasure with the way things were?

A simple “here” text came from Trevor letting you know to head to the door. Opening it just as he prepared to knock.

The tan, brown haired boy smiling that signature grin down at you as he walked in. Wrapping you in a hug and kissing your head, lightly chomping on gum he’d probably popped in his mouth on the drive to eliminate any lingering taste of alcohol, remembering how you hated the taste of beer when kissing him.

“How are you? Missed you.”

The words tugged at your heartstrings, but you tried your best to ignore it, not reading much into it as it was something he’d always said.

“Tired, not really in the mood if I’m honest.”

He could see on your face you weren’t yourself, normally you were happy to see him, no matter the time. But it was clear you were upset, something clearly on your mind.

“So, let’s talk.”

You laughed, crossing your arms over your chest as he pulled out a chair and sat at your island. Talking wasn’t something you did, and you weren’t sure what his intentions were. It was late, he didn’t come for this, why would he come for this?

“Talk? That’s why you called me at 3am, to talk?”

“Well you’re not in the mood, I’m not gonna make you sleep with me if you don’t want to. So, what’s wrong?”

His tone was a bit snarky as he shrugged, waiting for you to explain yourself to him. But you knew there was no point, the second you’d start he would cut you off and tell you we’ve been here before, you know my feelings about it.

“It doesn’t matter. You don’t care.”

Shaking your head you retreated to your bedroom, figuring if he didn't want to sleep with you he’d leave. But instead he followed you, grabbing your hand to get your attention.

“I do care, why the hell do you think I don’t?”

“Because you only talk to me for sex Trevor!”

Your words echoing through the apartment as he dropped your hand. This wasn’t a side he’d seen from you before, even in previous times where you’d brought up wanting more. It was clear to him you weren’t happy.

“That’s, that’s not entirely true. I mean, sure it’s sex nothing more serious. But to say I only talk to you for that? That’s bullshit.”

“Name 5 times you’ve called or texted where sex wasn’t your main reason for doing it?”

Counting to ten in your head you waited, Trevor not able to formulate a response. Telling you all you needed to know.

“Exactly my fucking point. Just, go home Trevor.”

Climbing into bed you’d hoped he would get the hint and leave, but that small part of him that so desperately longed for more with you stopped him from walking out. Knowing he’d lose you for good if he did.

“You think I don’t want it to be more than just sex? You think I like the way things are?”

“You tell me that you like things this way!”

“Because I’m lying y/n! I’m lying to you and to myself!”

His shouting caught you off guard, Trevor sitting at the foot of your bed and resting his head in his hands. Trying his best to figure out what to say, but knowing it wasn’t going to be the right thing.

“Lying? So you just think this is some type of game? To toy with my emotions like that and lie that you don’t want those things with me?”

His fingers gripped at his hair as he knew this was going to do the opposite of fix things. This would be it, because it was clear he was no good for you. He cared too much about not caring at all. To pretend that he had all these reasons for not being with you, when in reality it was simply that he was afraid to hurt you. Lying just to avoid the negatives, when there was no guarantee they’d even come, it was wrong.

“No, I, it’s not a game to me at all. I just, I can’t give you more. I told you from the start if we took things further you’d end up hurt. And i care too much about you to do that.”

“And what do you call this? Cause this shit hurts. To know we could’ve had those things, but because you were too scared of something that wasn’t even guaranteed to happen, you just used me? What the fuck Trevor.”

He saw the pain in your eyes, tears welling up in them as you tried your best to be strong. Ignoring the thoughts of you were right after all or the fact that you ended up looking like a fool for believing you could change his mind.

“I, I couldn’t lose you. Even if I only got you for a few hours every now and then, I couldn’t lose that. Lose you. So yeah, I lied to you and myself, I lied to convince myself that I couldn’t be more for you. That I wasn’t good for you. And, you let me in, but I still hurt you. The point of me saying all of it was so you didn’t get hurt. I’m sorry, I really am. But please don’t think I didn’t care, because in reality I cared so fucking much.”

His words meant nothing to you at this point, to know you could've had everything you wanted with him. That he’d been hiding the fact that he wanted the same thing. It broke you. The way he would do what he could to always convince you not to walk away. And you let him stay, walk all over you. You let him hurt you like this.

“I fucking hate you Trevor.”

Wiping the tears from your face you stood up, crossing your arms as you waited for him to get the hint it was time to leave. His eyes regretful as he saw how hurt you were, reaching for your hand but you retreated.

He couldn’t see you this way, not because of him. Though this is exactly how he’d imagined, it didn’t mean it hurt any less.

“Please, don’t hate me.”

His voice above a whisper as he stood up, pulling you into his chest and fighting off your attempts to break free. Eventually giving in and crying into his embrace. His hands tracing circles on your back as he attempted to calm you down. Giving you time to breathe before he’d pulled away, taking your face in his hands.

He searched your eyes for any clue as to what was going through your head, but all he could see was the hurt behind them. It broke his heart to know that he caused this. That you could say you hated him. He never wanted that, he never imagined things would turn out this way.

Pulling you in for a kiss was all he thought to do, hoping that you’d reciprocate and take back the words you’d said. The moment his lips touched yours you felt yourself falling deeper into the hole he’d dug. Wanting so badly to stand firm in your feelings, but knowing you’d miss him the second he left you.

Trevor rested his forehead on yours as he held your hands, trying to convince himself that this was it. That it was time to walk away and give you the freedom you deserved. The freedom to no longer be hurt by him.

“I just, I can’t leave you like this, upset and saying you hate me.”

His voice was soft, wavering as you could tell he was trying to ignore any emotions he’d felt. Clearly trying to convince himself that he needed to be done, but failing.

“Then don’t leave.”

[annahxredaxted]

Always Enough

Characters: Guy/Honey

Tw: cursing.

Honey feels bad for being standoffish.

•••

“Baaaa-Byyyy…? Are you here in the living room? Ohh there you are hi honey!” Guy giggled and sat next to them, they didn’t look at him, but had a half smile. The half he couldn’t see of course.

“Hi.” Honey mumbled, flicking through Shows on some streaming service. “How was your nap?” They asked, turning to look at him. Guys hair was a wreck to say the least, bed head, cowlicks and thrashing around mixed in one.

“Mmm it was good thanks! Now how are you my sweet pumpkin?” He said with a baby voice.

“It’s not even October yet.” Honey mumbled. Which earned a smile from guy.

“I knoww but when you look so cute and cuddly in that orange shirt you can’t expect me not to say anything!” Guy explained while talking with his hands.

Honey looked down, double checking the shirts color before looking back up.

“I’d say this is more of a yellow-ish gold.” They debated before clicking on a movie, dumb and dumber.

“Ugh! Whatever,” guy rolled his eyes before cuddling into their side. “I like this movie! Can I watch with you?” Honey nodded.

“Of course you like it.” They muttered to which guy had an offended look before chuckling and grabbing the nearest blanket to cuddle them.

“Your hair looks good today.” Guy complimented before moving his hands to twirl a single finger in it before dropping his hand back to their leg. They blushed, stupid things like that making them not know what to say.

“Uhm thanks I guess.” They said breathily, their hand planted on guys thigh.

He chuckled, “you are just so cute.” He said giggling to which they rolled their eyes.

“Watch the damn movie.” They scolded before smacking his hand out of their hair.

He giggled and said ‘owwww’ guy kissed their cheek before being quiet and staying still, continuing to cuddle up beside them.

Honey smiled ever so slightly as he watched the movie, their gaze but not their head making its way to him.

‘I love you.’ They thought. But refrained from saying anything, because guy would never let them live that down. For risk of being to-to sappy they looked at the Television intently.

Eventually 30 minutes went by and guy started whining.

“Honey I’m hungry.” He said with puppy eyes.

“Then go get something to eat. I went to the store yesterday.” They said before looking at him while he said,

“Can you get me something? Pleasee?” He smiled before honey groaned, and stood while muttering.

“Making me get up during my damn movie,” they paused in their steps.

“What do you want?” They asked guy as he shot up with a grin.

He smiled and thought for a dramatically long time.

“Hmm…do we have any crackers?” He asked before adjusting his sock.

“I think we have some goldfish..does that work?” Honey Asked with a straight face while grabbing a bowl from the cabinet

He nodded and smiled while waiting.

They retrieved the goldfish and trudged back into the kitchen, adjusting their sweatpants drawstring while standing.

“Here ba— uh guy.” They mumbled out and coughed to cover up their fumble. They refrained from any Petname— which was always normal for them, but they couldn’t quite place why it almost slipped out. Their usually better about that.

Guy gave a weird look but took the bowl, honey sat back down. He offered them crackers every now and then, but they usually denied.

Guy rose a cracker to their lips and looked at them from the side with a wide grin.

“If you make airplane noises I’m leaving.” They stated before taking the cracker and eating it on their own accord.

He giggled again and smiled. “I love you.” He said while looking at them. They muttered something.

“Honey. Say it back.” He said almost seriously.

They sputtered. “I did!” They defended.

Guy rolled his eyes. He seemed like he had been joking and only rolling his eyes to be a brat. But honeys brain kicked in.

They felt bad, their eyes look at him through their peripheral vision, not looking directly at him. They sighed quietly.

“I..I’m sorry.” They whispered, not knowing 100% what they’d did wrong.

He looked at them. “It’s okay honey— I was just joking I’m not actually upset baby.” He smiled and chuckled a bit. His face went serious when he realized they felt bad.

“No its..it’s not.. I’m sorry guy I don’t always mean to be so..so..” they searched for the words but their mind blanked.

“Reserved?” He asked quietly. They nodded with a sigh.

“Im sorry guy.. i really really-,” guy stopped them, holding them closer and kissing the top of their head.

He shushed them. He realized that they’ve always been like this. Nothing he could do but love them.

“I love you guy.” They mumbled, he smiled and nodded. “I know. I always knew, no matter if you say it or not. Hey. I’ll never get upset at you for being quiet with your feelings. You don’t always have to voice everything. I know you love me through your actions. And that’s enough Honey. You’re enough. You’ll always be enough.”

…..

“Always..”

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[hualianff]

Thinking about modern au artist HC who excels at various traditional art forms including ceramics, painting, and sculpting. Soon enough, the time comes for HC to learn the witchcraft that is digital art.

And man is it a phat STRUGGLE.

In general, HC talks out loud to himself during his artistic process - a quirk that XL (the husband) can’t help but find endearing.

(HC waiting for his shit to render: “anytime now…preferably within the next century…” 🙄

HC shading: “what if we make you a little darker? just like that…hmm, I don’t hate it-??”

HC, confused: *aggressively scribbles on the screen* “HELLO?? WHY ARENT YOU BLENDING!?”

HC trying to find the layer where the stoopid random black dot is: “I WILL find you. I MUST…”

HC undoing one stroke a thousand times: “nope” *undos* “nope” *undos* “fuck you” *undos*)

***

Cue HC internally crying every month because “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH MY STYLE??” 😭😭

***

HC bent over his desk like shrimp. 🦐

XL insists HC takes breaks, for food and general rest. He massages HC’s neck, shoulders, back, and hands - HC naturally melts back into his beloved’s hands.

HC has a folder on his desktop titled “gege’s masterpieces” which are all of XL’s drawings for HC.

***

SQX: “ohmygod can you draw me!?”

HC: “nu”

HC goes back to drawing portraits of XL.

***

HC watching the piece he spent days drawing get surpassed in likes by a dumb doodle of his pets he did when battling artblock: “make it make sense” 😡

XL: “it’s because you made e’ming and ruoye so cute!” 🥰

***

Imagine HC mindlessly twirling his apple pen between his long fingers, even while he’s pacing around their apartment.

He also tends to play with the cap of the charging plug, resulting in him constantly losing it!! It’s such a tiny, white thing - it could be anywhere…

Somehow, XL magically finds the cap in the most unassuming places and puts it somewhere safe so he can hand it back when HC’s already pulling his hair out.

***

XL hangs his favorite pieces of HC’s artwork around their apartment !!

When guests come over for the first time, they’ll stare at the beautifully framed art pieces in awe.

And XL will proudly say,” oh, this is actually all of San Lang’s work! Isn’t he amazing?” 😊

***

Many people think HC’s signature is a distinct symbol, shape, or even an obscure drawing with a hidden message. In turn, this has caused HUGE debates on Twitter about what the signature actually means.

One popular stan account had successfully gathered clues over the years. After comparing a lot of pics, lives, doodles, etc., they come to the conclusion that the signature is actually a word.

But what exactly does it say?

Still unknown.

And when some indie magazine goes and interviews HC, THEY HAVE TO ASK.

Interviewer: “Crimson Rain, you must tell us, we’re begging, what does your signature mean? It’s been a topic of WAR for years amongst your fans!”

HC: “oh, it’s just my name”

Everyone: ☠️🤡☠️🤡☠️

Interviewer: “would you mind demonstrating for us?”

HC, shrugging: “sure”

HC, messing up the second stroke of his name: “wait no, let me restart”

***

Twitter trending tags:

#WHAT

#THAT’S HIS HAND WRITING???

#IM JARED 19

#CRIMSON RAIN

#HAND WRITING

#THIS WHOLE TIME !?

(2)

***

W/ @no-one-says-hi

[thetrashywritingwitch]

I had some stuff happen over the last 8 months and final had the energy to get back into reading fics bsjfm was the first one I checked I’m so happy there was an update it was soooo good I love it I can’t wait for the next update I’m so excited to see how it ends!! Any spoilers for the next update???;)))

me looking for the update like???????? HWERE????

i can't believe i updated it LAST SUMMER and was like oh, it wont be that long again for another update :) <3

i'm the clown. I'M THE CLOWN!!!!!!!!!! 🤡🤡🤡🤡

i feel delirious rn bc i'm sick i guess my brain head feels weird. why do that? so dumb, guys so dumb

as for spoilers:

the motorcycle makes a return

there's fluff, of course, but also some downer moments. insert thanos balanced as all things should be meme here

i've been debating for months on Katsuki's casual/day-to-day fit and i CAN'T decide. there's too many options. what if he has a walk in closet (he does) bougie ass motherfucker would...

but hoopefully you're doin better and life stops bein narsty i mean look AT HIM

[hapan-in-exile]

Volume 1 - Post #5: Aren't You Sweet?

Another installment in this ongoing serialized fanfic

Genre: Mandalorian x Fem Reader

Total word count: 2.3K (of 25K total in Volume 1)

Rating: Explicit - smut, language, +18 *NSFW*

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V. “That’s a beautiful smile you have.” 

With most of the crowd milling about while technicians finished repairing the disabled platform, you hadn’t noticed this young man sidling up next to you. His armor bore a crest of two wolves, one red, one black, with snouts and scorpion tails touching to form a circle. 

“You can’t be from around here because I would remember you.”

He looks at you with a glint in his red eyes—as though you were a particularly rich dessert, and he was still debating how large a portion he should take. “So what do you think of Al-Campur? Enjoying the sights?”

It's clear from the look on his face, this is a none-too-subtle reference to himself. The Chiss is tall, with sharp cheekbones and an angular face that's softened by cascades of wavy black hair. Now that you bother to look, you have to admit he is handsome. Knows it, too. 

“Haven’t seen much beyond the spaceport,” you pout, praying to the gods that Mando has turned off the comlink. “My master works me too hard.”

He laughs at that bit of innuendo. “I could show you a good time.” 

“Aren’t you sweet?” You reply breathlessly. “But, I’m afraid my time isn’t my own. I just snuck up here to watch while my master places bets with those barbarians.” 

Your hand waves vaguely to where the most fearsome looking gangsters hovered around Mighty Barka. The Hutt was seated atop his massive throne amidst the gambling tables and betting counters lining the private mezzanine level. 

“Well, I hope you’ll stay long enough to watch me compete." A wide palm snakes up your back to pull you close. “It would give me courage knowing you were waiting to…congratulate me.”

“Careful,” you say, placing a hand against his chest with just enough token resistance to please him. “Or my master will see us.” 

“Maybe I should kill your master,” his smile transforms into a wolfish grin, shaking waves of jet-black hair from his blue face. “And take you for myself.”

“You are brave, Har’sho of Taris.”

His red eyes widen with satisfaction. You recall watching him last night in the Arena, where he’d been stupid, reactionary and survived thanks to sheer dumb luck. 

“For a body like yours, it's a risk worth taking.” 

Behind him, you see Nito returning with what can only be described as ‘lizard on a stick’ and a sour look on his face. “Hey, guy! You're blocking my view.” 

Give the Ardennian some credit; he can’t quite maintain eye contact, but he is standing up for himself. Har’sho doesn’t even bother looking down to discover the source of the noise. 

“How about a kiss for luck?” He leans in, but you flick your sleeve in time to slide the taser into your palm, pressing the tip under his chin. 

“Very brave,” you purr. 

“I’ll work you harder than your master,” he whispers into your ear.

“Is that a promise?”

He laughs, “Come find out.”

“That was… yuck!” Nito says, sticking a purple tongue out between his pointed teeth. “I might actually throw up again.”

“Is he gone?” You ask, scooping the kid up before he could get his little talons on Nito’s fried lizard stick.

“Yeah.” He leans back to peer down the row of benches. “Of all the people I’ve seen hit on you, I can’t believe you’re encouraging that asshole.” 

“Believe me, that’s why he left. If I ignored him, he would have sat here harassing us and made a scene,” you explain, even though you don't need to justify your behavior to Nito. Or anyone else who might be listening. 

He plucks off a crunchy lizard leg and hands it to the kid.

“Don’t give him that!” 

“Face it, he doesn’t like your healthy food, Thuli.” 

“Alright, then you’re sitting up with him when he’s fussy and constipated.”

“Ew!” Nito snatches back the lizard leg and shoves it in his mouth. “S’not good for you, buddy.”

The kid blinks up at you both in breathless horror, ears wilting.

“How can you eat that shit?”

“Well, my stomach is empty now. Farrik! Mando’s up again,” Nito announces, pointing to the combatants selected for the next round. “Ha! And he’s fighting your new boyfriend.”

Har’sho’s smug face appears below a Cathar gladiator rounding out the board. 

Maybe Mando had heard the Chiss making sleazy overtures through the comlink. Or maybe it was the Raquor’daans emblazoned on his armor. Whatever the reason, the Mandalorian makes a performance of absolutely destroying Har’sho’s face, knocking him out cold with the Beskar helmet. 

You feel a little sorry for the guy, actually. The whole thing was spectacularly humiliating, watching his unconscious body being taken on an aimless ride around the Arena by one of the circling platforms. 

But, the rest of it? The violence and gore? How could this possibly be entertaining? Seeing firsthand what Mando is truly capable of is unsettling, to say the least. The way he could tear through the gladiators surrounding him, impervious to the blood and screams and brutality.

“So, that’s two matches.” 

The Cathar had raked his claws down the bounty hunter’s leg trying to pull Mando off a platform. And despite doing a good job of hiding it, you know the cadence of the Mandalorian’s gait. He's limping.      

“You want those air filters replaced?” He asks brusquely.

“Ok, yes, we would all like to wake up without feeling sand between our teeth, but…”

It takes another two rounds before the inevitable finally arrives. Soon, the clamoring tension in the stands becomes a living thing, the crowd unable to decide who they want to prevail when Mando faces Imiako in the next match. The Houk was their champion, bathed in blood, but the Mandalorian was canny and brazen. What clever trick might he use to leverage Imiako’s weaknesses against him?

No one charges after the gong this round. They all immediately flee from the meteor hammer. With the Houk positioned on the opposite side of the Battle Dome, Mando is safe from its immediate path, but the fighters next to Imiako are either choked or crushed. Or dragged across the Arena to be choked and crushed.

Imiako was strong, but he was slow. If Mando could climb faster…

“The platform above your right–”

“I’ve got it,” Mando says, familiar enough with the sequencing by now that he could navigate the Granee Hasa pretty well without you. 

The Mandalorian clears about half the distance towards the Victor’s Dais when the platforms stop following their automated pattern. Suddenly, they swerved and careened, forcing gladiators to leap aside or risk collision, stalling their progress until Imiako could make his way up. 

They were being herded. And it was immediately obvious to where. And to what purpose. 

A large platform hovered at the center of the Arena about midway to the Dais, right at the height of the mezzanine level. The operators didn’t bother hiding their blatant machinations. It would be a great show for Mighty Barka and all the other high rollers. 

A few of the fighters leap onto whichever platform happened to pass nearby, their attempts becoming more reckless the closer Imiako got. Some of them made it.

The remaining gladiators fight amongst themselves, clearly afraid to leave an enemy at their backs when they finally face down the Houk. 

“We have a better chance of survival if we work together,” the Mandalorian shouts, dodging the frantic attack from a combatant’s broadsword.

“Fuck you!” The Dowutin spat. 

“Have it your way,” Mando sighs. Grabbing them by the wrist, he spun inside their guard to thrust the sword upward until it sliced through the back of their skull.   

Through the comlink, you can hear a dull whoom, whoom, whoom sound coming through the speaker.

Mando turns sharply to look behind him, raising his new blade to the throat of a fighter running towards him. It was the same Trandoshan gladiator from last night.

She holds up both hands, “No! I agree with you. A split reward is better than a split stomach.” And to prove her loyalty, she hurls one of her axes into another fighter stalking towards them. “We can work out the cut later.”

Then you hear that dull whoom, whoom, whoom sound again.

The Trandoshan decides to place her faith in Mando’s chivalry, taking position behind him, back to back, to protect each other’s blind spot. They make an effective team, fending off the remaining gladiators when, at last, the Houk lumbered onto the platform, swinging his meteor hammer around those immense shoulders.

Whoom, whoom, whoom.

The half a dozen fighters still battling it out all pause to watch as Imiako extends a single finger, crusted with gore, to point directly at the Mandalorian.

“Mine,” he roars. 

Dread clenches around your heart like a fist. The crowd, on the other hand, explodes with bestial delight, jumping up in their seats so raucously you worry the stands might collapse. 

One by one, the gladiators peel away from Imiako’s range except for one very stupid Devaronian, who maybe thought that because they were close in size, he had a chance of taking down the Houk. This did not prove to be true. Despite the Devaronian’s massive stature, Imiako’s meteor hammer crushes his skull as easily as an overripe melon. 

The Trandoshan—Rumia, if you recall her name correctly—is smart enough to choose her life over money. Before the Houk could swing his hammer around again, she leaps out of its path towards a descending platform.

But Imiako catches her by the throat. 

Mando’s knife embeds into the Houk's neck, but he hardly seems to notice. Laughing, he throws Rumia off the platform.

Whoom, whoom, whoom. Mando manages to jump, duck, and dodge until the meteor hits him squarely in the chest. The Beskar held, of course, but did nothing to cushion the force of the blow, and the Mandalorian is thrown like a projectile to the edge of the platform.

“Oooooooooh, fuck.” Nito moans in a terrified whisper. 

Sensing your shared panic, the kid squirms against the folds of the cloak, holding him to your chest. 

“Mando can do this,” you say with determination. “Imiako is slow, and he has never fought a Mandalorian.”

A fearsome snarl comes through the comlink, filling your ear. 

This time, when Mando sidesteps the meteor, he thrust a discarded spear into its path. The chain wraps around the shaft, but before the coiling metal can snap the wood in half, the bounty hunter lets go. The spear whips back, burying the blade into the Houk's shoulder. The knife he could ignore, but now Imiako had lost the use of his arm, the one he used to wield the hammer. 

Pulling the bounty hunter’s spear free from the ruined flesh of his shoulder, the Houk plunges the blade down, intending to impale Mando like a fish for roasting. The crowd loves it.  

With the Houk and the Mandalorian locked in hand-to-hand combat, you hardly notice the Trandoshan making her way toward the Victor’s Dias. With everyone else dead, it’s a clear path to the top. She was going to win. 

And you know what, you don’t even hate her for it. In fact, you’re cheering her on since it means that the match might end before Imiako could fracture every bone in Mando’s body. 

He was barely hanging onto the platform with one hand, having managed to kick Imiako over the edge by launching himself feet first at the Houk. But Imiako had 'miraculously' landed on a nearby platform, and it was about to bring him within striking distance again.

Mando readies himself, growling through clenched teeth to gain another handhold.

Suddenly, every platform in the Arena stalls. A shocked, disgruntled murmuring picks up. It takes a full minute for the crowd to realize that Rumia Kar is standing atop the Victor’s Dais, hands on her knees, howling like a madwoman laughing in the face of death.

That building tension amongst the crowd, now thwarted, finds new life in an angry chorus of frustrated rage. They boo, and the sound is a chaos. 

After watching, suspended on the edge of ecstasy, hoping to witness a new unimaginable height of Imiako’s brutality or some clever ingenuity from the Mandalorian—all the audience can do now is scream. And riot.

You're too afraid to look for Mighty Barka’s reaction. Imagine how much money all those gangsters just lost — since there is no way they put their bets down on Rumia Kar, the fucking Trandoshan, to win this match. 

Shrugging out of your shoulder holster, you slip the leather straps over Nito and adjust the buckles. “The ion pulse from this pistol is enough to bring down a Gundark. Take the kid and head back to the ship. Go the long way around, through the Duwani district. There’s some kind of festival going on, so if anyone’s following, you should get lost in the crowd. As soon as you’re inside the Crest, engage security protocols.” 

“Do not lower them for anyone or anything until we get back.” 

Bless Nito, who simply nods, taking it all in stride.

“What are you going to do?” He asks.

“Save the Mandalorian,” and a tug of your eyebrow is all he can see of the wink you shoot him from behind the visor.

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[asirensrage]

Title: The First Step Rating: T POV: Steve Harrington Warnings: Swearing. Self-deprecation. Summary: Takes place in Chapter 46 of Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down. Steve debates with himself outside Kate's home as he thinks about her.

Notes: oh hey, it's the first look at Steve's pov...and how he feels about Kate. Dedicated to @residentdormouse because I say so.

“This is stupid.” He says it to himself. The car is silent in return. “It’s a bad idea.” He’s not asking for a response but he thinks better out loud. “I shouldn’t be here. I mean, what did I expect? Her to just be waiting? She’s going to think I’m a total creep.” He sighs and rests his head on the steering wheel.  “I’m an idiot.”

He is. He’s been avoiding Kate. He just…he didn’t know how to talk to her now, how to interact with her. Ever since prom when they danced and actually had fun. He’s never had someone be playful back and join in like she did. Nancy used to just smile and laugh a bit and tell him he was an idiot. He groans again. Then Tommy got into his head with Tammy and how she used to be obsessed with him and he just…got into his own head. 

So he avoided her. Can’t say something stupid if he doesn’t see her…but he missed handing her coffee and seeing her eyes light up and talking to her knowing no matter how boring or dumb it was, she was really and truly listening. He’s never had someone have that steadfast belief that he’ll figure things out. 

Everyone says he’s an idiot and he’s beginning to think they’re right. Kate’s the only one he can talk to about the monsters in this town. She’s the only one he really wants to talk to…about anything. 

He groans and taps his head against the wheel. 

“I’m an idiot,” he says again to himself. “What was I going to say? I heard you and Robin talking about not being able to sleep? I can’t sleep too? Like she’s going to want to talk to me now. I fucked up.” He waves a hand like he’s talking to someone else. “I fucked up and now I’m sitting outside her house like some weirdo stalker waiting to see if she comes out so what? I can say sorry? I can ask if she has nightmares too? That’s a great idea. Way to break the ice. Hey Kate, got nightmares? Me too? Want to hang?” He runs a hand through his hair. “I just want to…I don’t know. Say sorry? Tell her I miss her?” 

He leans his head back against the seat. He does miss her. Kate showed up like a windstorm in his life. Even if they didn’t talk before the tunnel thing, it was hard not to notice her. He always tried not to look at Tammy, especially when he could feel her stare boring into him, but Kate just attracted attention. She wasn’t afraid to call anyone out on their bullshit, even herself and he…liked that. He liked that she apologized. So sure, he was nervous when he saw her with Dustin but he was also so fucking grateful not to go down into those tunnels alone with a bunch of asshole kids. Everything after that was just…simple. 

He doesn’t have many friends. Not anymore. Kate never seemed like she cared about the rumours or who he used to be, only who he was. And he fucked it up because they danced at prom and suddenly it wasn’t like dancing with a friend but he thought about kissing her and how she actually felt in his arms as they hammed it up and he completely forgot he even had a date until they were walking back to that table and he wasn’t sitting next to her. 

“Okay, okay, okay,” he says. “It doesn’t matter. I just have to say sorry…and find a way to explain why I’m outside of her house without admitting I was listening to them. Friends don’t do that, right? Are we even friends?” he waves his hand again. “Why would she want to be my friend? Especially after this. I was an asshole and–”

He jumps out of his skin as someone knocks on his window. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts, he wasn’t even paying attention. He looks over and lets out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding at the sight of Kate on the other side. She looks tired and amused. Amused is good. He can work with amused. 

Steve rolls down the window. “Uh, hi.” 

“Are you stalking me?” she grins and he ignores the way his heartbeat picks up. God, she’s pretty. How did he never see it before? 

“What? No!” he says as soon as he registers what she asked. 

“Relax,” she rolls her eyes. “I’m just teasing. What are you doing here?” 

Steve swallows tightly, silently prays he doesn’t fuck this up and tries to explain. Somehow, it works. 

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st tag: @happinessinthedarkesttimes

[fleurmatisse]

(a mildly au vashwood meet-ugly i simply cannot stare at anymore enjoy)

A noise wakes Wolfwood. He has a pistol in his hand before he has rational thought in his head, on his feet and aiming at the bedroom door, the boarded window. Crammed into the corner where he can see both. His heart pounds in his chest—alive, alive, alive—and he hears the sound again: a shriek, raspy and piercing. 

But not human.

He keeps ahold of the gun. Leaving the bedroom, he can’t help creeping through the open back room of the house. There’s just enough space between the dusty curtains on this window to peer outside, where the suns clearly illuminate a pile of birds.

Wolfwood stares at them, adrenaline fading. There are crows perched on something red—some kind of fabric. A trio of hawks surround them, one with wings spread as it hops closer, an intimidation with no effect. The shadows of others drift over the sand around them. Wolfwood tracks one spiraling tighter, distorting over the crows, up the red (a blanket?) and brushing the profile of a pale, human face.

“Shit,” he mutters, wishing his base instincts included lighting himself a cigarette. He squints at the face—does he know it, is this a threat—but the angle makes it impossible to tell. He works his jaw, debating. With another curse, he sets out to find his boots.

Part of the reason Wolfwood picked this house is that it’s impossible to sneak up on—or if not impossible, at the very least difficult. Butted up to a sheer cliff that shades it from the worst of the suns’ heat, the rest of the house is surrounded by nothing but flat rock. In the distance, he can see the edge of the town he visits as infrequently as he can. And between them lies a body being pecked at by birds.

He doesn’t begrudge the birds their meal; it’s slim pickings for everyone out here, and if you’re dumb enough to be caught dead in the sand, something is sure to take advantage of your misfortune, be it bird or worm or man. If it turns out that the body is some random unlucky traveler, Wolfwood would simply prefer if the birds didn’t start chowing down this close to his door. He doesn’t feel like smelling rot for the next week or dealing with half-cleaned bones once it’s too dryed out to be worth the effort. 

And if it’s not a random traveler, Wolfwood won’t be sticking around long enough for the birds to even crack it open.

He scans the area around the house before he fully steps outside; if anyone’s waiting for him, he can’t see a sign of it. The crows pay him no mind as he approaches, though the hawks dance away enough that he can see the swath of red is a coat. He stops five feet away and eyes the birds that are eyeing him. When he lifts his gun, they all scram, sending up a swirl of dust and feathers as they squawk and scream. 

Wolfwood brings his shirt over his nose to avoid breathing in the dust and crouches to get a better look at the body’s face. Just as pale up close, with a mole under one eye and blond hair sticking up all over the place. A shred of familiarity tugs at him, but Wolfwood can’t place it. He scans the rest of the body but can’t see how this guy might’ve died. Exposure? His skin crawls to think of someone wandering so close while he was asleep. If he’s staying here, he needs to come up with some defenses.

Stowing the idea, he straightens and walks a circle around the body, skirting the long black bag at the guy’s back. Does he feel like carrying a dead body that probably weighs as much as him somewhere he won’t have to think about? No, definitely not. He could use the coat and drag him away, but that’s just as annoying. 

“Couldn’t you have died somewhere else?” he asks the body.

The body groans.

Cursing up a storm, Wolfwood takes three quick steps back and lifts his gun again, aiming at the face now scrunching up with pain. His hands are steady as its eyes open, so blue they can’t be real, and land blearily on him. For a second, they just stare at each other. 

Then the body groans again and rolls onto its—his—front, a gloved hand pulling the coat over his head.

Wolfwood…doesn’t know what to do with that.

“Hey,” he says. The not-dead guy doesn’t answer. Wolfwood doesn’t move any closer. “I’m not gonna be so friendly if you keep ignoring me. What the hell are you doing out here?”

From under the coat, a soft voice says with an unconvincing lilt of cheer, “Just passing through!”

After a few seconds of Wolfwood’s unimpressed silence, the guy’s head pokes back out. In a much more tired voice he says, “I don’t want any trouble.”

Wolfwood considers this and tilts his head. “Then tell me how you ended up at my door getting eaten by birds.”

The guy frowns, eyes flicking down his coat and then to the house behind Wolfwood before locking on him again. “I was just getting out of town. I didn’t know anyone lived around here.”

They don’t, Wolfwood is tempted to say. He had found the place abandoned a few weeks ago and did himself the favor of staying put for once.

“And is what drove you out of town going to follow you here?” Wolfwood asks. 

The guy looks startled for a second before giving him a sheepish smile. It looks like it hurts. “I don’t think so.”

Wolfwood jerks his chin toward the valley, daring to lower his gun slightly. “Then keep passing through.”

“Much obliged,” the guy says and slowly gets to his knees. His movements are smooth, but Wolfwood catches the wince as he leans to grab his bag. And the blood where the guy had been laying, two crumpled lumps of metal amidst the pool of red. 

“Did you get shot?” Wolfwood blurts, searching the guy’s front where his coat hangs open. He’s wearing black, disguising any more blood, but there are two circular holes at his side that reveal red-coated skin when he shifts to his feet.

The guy looks down at the blood, free hand coming up to touch his stomach. He smiles again. “Of course not.” He kicks at the bloody bullets. “Must be leftovers from someone else.”

Wolfwood stares as the guy hefts his bag over his shoulder and flashes him a peace sign. 

“Bye!” he chirps, walking toward the valley. He turns about ten feet away, carrying on backwards, and says, “Oh, and if two girls come looking for me, could you tell ‘em I went that way?”

He points in the opposite direction with a hopeful expression. 

Wolfwood raises his eyebrows, blinks, and shrugs. “Sure, why not?”

The guy grins. “Thanks! I owe you one.”

“Two,” Wolfwood corrects, halting the guy’s heel-turn. At the puzzled look he receives, he gestures vaguely at the sky with his gun. “Kept you from getting eaten by scavengers.”

After a second, the guy lets out a quiet laugh, his hand coming up to his stomach again. He’s a terrible liar. “I owe you two.”

With a wave, he completes his turn and marches off. Wolfwood stays put and watches him for a moment, not entirely convinced he won’t just collapse again a little further away, but the guy’s steps don’t falter. He’s even whistling, the sound echoing off the cliffs. Whatever. Not Wolfwood’s problem. He goes back in the house and grabs one of the cigarettes spilled across the counter, lights it with one of the matches spilled next to the cigarettes, and puts the whole encounter out of his mind. Weird people are everywhere—even ones who can walk off bullet wounds. As long as they’re not shooting at him, it is none of his business.

(An hour or so later, a pair of girls knock on his door. The little one shows him a paper with a familiar smiling face printed on it, not folded well enough to hide the bottom edge of the WANTED printed at the top. Wolfwood finally makes the connection—Vash the fucking Stampede. He almost laughs and covers it by taking the cigarette out of his mouth.

“Yeah, I think saw that guy,” he says with a nod. “Big red coat, right?”

“Yes, that’s him!” the big one says, so happy Wolfwood almost feels bad as he points away from the valley.

“Saw him headed that way,” he says.

“Thank you!” the girls call, already racing to catch up with a walking legend.)

[dollivication]

God forbid you start jerking it while DMC is open, all he can do is sit and watch. its the next best thing to actually feeling you clench around him, listening to you whimper and moan and watching you fuck yourself on a toy or your fingers. He's rock fucking hard, he's having an internal debate on whether he should start jerking it too or not, who gives a fuck that he's in public there's nothing there but demons, but it'd probably look pretty odd if he was caught by you. Poor guy can't decide, practically entranced by watching you cum on your fingers. 🌀🌀 He's so dumb I love him id tongue bathe him,

i wanna chew on him…. like those rubber bouncy balls idk..

HES SOOOOO NASTY BROOOROORO.!!!!! i love it so badly… it’s one of the many reasons he hasn’t revealed his consciousness to you yet! he loooooves watching you whine from fucking yourself, his thoughts immediately creating a scenario where you were noisy because of him. he’s fighting his inner demons trying not to start stroking his dick, bc uhh.. well, that’d blow his cover!

as of now he’s just happy to watch you throw your head back and explore your body. he can’t wait for the next time, and then the next, until he gets familiar with you from afar as you stay blissfully unaware ૮꒰ ˶> ༝ <˶꒱ა <33