#he was straight up just saying that stuff to be shitty. knowingly!

[a-sketchy]

the thing about yosuke’s shittiness around here (up close and personal, the campout) is that the vast majority of it isn’t doing literally anything for his character. i completely think yosuke’s shittiness is important to his character, but it’s by and large reflections of his own insecurities and flaws. he’s insecure about his masculinity and sexuality, he’s lame, he’s selfish, he’s obsessed with the idea of women, his mouth moves faster than his brain, he doesn’t like himself, and he cares way too much about the societal ideal of ‘normal’. but it’s really important that he’s self-aware! he knows when the things he says are shitty, he knows he’s lame, he knows he’s selfish, he knows he’s putting up a front of being carefree and normal. but there’s absolutely no self awareness here, there’s no recognizing he went too far and apologizing the next day, there’s no regret, there’s not even any self-deprecation, and there’s absolutely no compassion or empathy like he has in serious moments. a lot of what he says is just mean for meanness’s sake, in an execution incongruous with previous behaviour. it’s not even funny!

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"Temporary Custody"

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve x ofc x Bucky; Steve x Bucky

Word Count: 3720

Tags: Dom/sub, bdsm au, dom Bucky, sub reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, gay sex'n'stuff, straight sex'n'stuff, Steve being a literal Golden Retriever, mental health issues, dub-con, forced submission, referenced childhood abuse and resultant mental health issues, bakery au, m/f/m, gentle domination, total power exchange

Summary: The stigma and shame of being a submissive has kept Mary unfulfilled and in the closet her whole life, until an inciting incident leads to Bucky and Steve taking her in and giving her everything she was always too afraid to ask for.

Trigger warnings: This story contains themes of eating disordered behavior, body image issues, childhood abuse, self-harm, and alcohol abuse.

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4. Cake Doughnuts (shitty non-doughnuts)

This is not the way Mary expected her life to go. Divorced at 29, probably unemployed, and now declared mentally incompetent and legally attached to some stranger? Ew.

At least when the cops had dragged her into the ER, she’d been drunk still. But she’s sobered up a lot since then, and ever more so during the drive from the hospital to back to Brooklyn. It’s the most awkward car ride of her life. Steve’s the one who drives. Mary doesn’t know why that surprises her, but it does. And he’s the one who leads the way into their building and up the stairs. It’s an older building with character but no elevator, so they make the three story climb on foot. Another resounding Ew.

Mary walks silently around Bucky’s (and Steve’s—because of course he’s gay and married) apartment, feeling shy and hesitant and all the things she just really doesn’t want to be feeling right now. She stops when she gets to the second bedroom, stares at its pristinely tucked-in sheets and neutral tableau.

“You can bring over any stuff you need from your place,” Steve is saying gently from behind her, where he and Bucky are lingering in the hallway. “It’ll be your room. We won’t bother you in there.”

She whips around. “How long do I have to stay here?” Better to figure it out now. Make a plan. She glares at Bucky, since he’s the one in charge of this disaster. “I’m not staying here forever.” Steve looks even sadder at her words than Bucky does, kind of like a kicked puppy. It’s disconcerting, so Mary keeps her attention on Bucky instead, forcing herself to make eye contact. “Well?”

“Until I feel like it’s safe and healthy for you to be on your own,” he says, not a hint of sympathy in his tone. That’s disappointing, and it pisses Mary the hell off.

“Screw you,” she says, not particularly loudly, but definitely full of all the contempt she feels for this guy. “You think you can just—”

He’s got her pushed up against the wall faster than she can track with her eyes. One second she’s standing feet away from him, and the next she just … isn’t. He’s in her space and against her body, one hand at the base of her throat and a thigh pressing forward, holding her to the wall. It’s terrifying and shocking and …

“Oh I know ‘I can just’,” he says darkly.

… She’d rather eat glass than tell him what else it is. “Let go of me,” she grits out.

Disappointingly, he does. Steve is just standing there like a big idiot, blinking wide eyes at the scene. Bucky takes a full step back from her and says, “Don’t curse at me, Mary. It’s disrespectful.”

She wants to ask him exactly what he’s done to earn any respect from her. She grinds the words into her teeth instead while Bucky watches her knowingly. She hates that look almost as much as she hates the way he says her name, as if he’s known her for years rather than a millisecond.

“House rules,” he says calmly. “The practicalities of what’s going to happen. We should discuss that, don’t you think?”

Steve places a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, comes up beside him and wraps an arm around his waist in a way that reminds Mary that the two are a couple. “Hey,” he says softly, speaking in Bucky’s ear. “Why don’t we let her get some rest before you go asserting your dominance, huh?” Mary wrinkles her nose at the word, and Steve regards her kindly. “You’ve gotta be tired,” he says. “You want to sleep?”

Bucky looks like he’ll protest, so Mary nods quickly. “Yeah. Yeah I’m tired.”

She watches as Steve squeezes his husband’s shoulder. “Come on, Babe. Let’s leave her to get some rest. She’s been up all night.”

Suddenly, Mary realizes that she has been up all night, and it’s almost comical, how fast the exhaustion hits her. Her throat starts to ache with a yawn that she fights not to let out in front of them. “Yeah,” she says again, this time thinking less about Bucky and what he wants or doesn’t want, and more about the bed that Steve said was reserved for her. She remembers that she feels like absolute shit, and probably looks it, too. “M’gonna sleep,” she says, turning away from both of them and heading for the bed.

The door ‘snicks’ shut softly behind her, and she assumes it was Steve who closed it. The two men's muffled voices fade off down the hallway, and even though it’s probably naïve to trust them so easily, Mary believes what Steve said about them not bothering her in this room.

She collapses on the bed that is exactly as soft as it looks. The sheets are tucked with military precision and smell like no one’s ever used them before. Mary grinds her face into the cool pillows and briefly wonders if Steve and Bucky have never had any company over to use this bed, before falling into one of the deadest sleeps of her life.

She wakes up feeling much, much better. Steve and Bucky’s guest bedroom has an en-suite, so she goes in and does her best to freshen up with the toiletries she finds stocked there.

There are three Advil Liqui-gel capsules sitting on the bedside table when she comes out. Mary regards them sharply and glances back to the door, but it’s still closed, no sign of life heard from outside in the hallway. Either the pills were there earlier and she just didn’t notice them, or else Steve is a lot stealthier than he looks. Twisting her lips, she scoops the pills up and tosses them back to fend off the headache she can already feel brewing behind her temples. 

A quick search of the room’s dresser drawers yields nothing, and she’s forced to face the fact that she’s going to have to do this confrontation dressed in only her huge tee shirt from the night before. No matter, she thinks, squaring her shoulders and reaching for the doorknob. She’s got a new strategy in mind.

“I’m sorry,” she says, when she ventures out to find Bucky and Steve sitting in the living room.

Steve reaches for the remote to mute the tv, and Bucky sits back with a doughnut that he’s just plucked from a box on the coffee table. He bites into it, looking only vaguely interested "Want one?"

She spares a glance at the box. "Are they yeasted?"

"What's that mean?" Steve asks.

Another glance reveals that they're not, and Mary turns her nose up at them. "It means you're eating shitty, overbaked cake, not a doughnut," she says snottily.

Steve just blinks and looks back at the box with a little frown. Bucky takes another huge bite of his doughnut and chews it, maintaining eye contact with her and speaking around his mouthful, "Weren't you sorry for something?"

Mary purses her lips and starts over with her contrition act. “Yes. Look, I know you guys are just trying to help me. And I know I probably seem like such a hot mess to you right now.”

“Cause you are,” Bucky drawls.

Mary quells the urge to go over there and slap the doughnut straight out of his hands. That won’t help her with this new strategy she’s decided on. ‘Honey versus vinegar’, and all that. “Yeah,” she says instead. “So I’ll admit, my life hasn’t been going very well lately. And I really did need some help.” She forces herself to give Bucky a friendly smile. “So I’m glad you were willing to step in and help me. Thank you.” Bucky is looking at her way, way too unimpressed, and Mary squirms in place, thinking that he should be looking happier at what she’s just said. “Well?” she says.

He chews another bite of doughnut for a solid five seconds, swallows, then says, “How much did it hurt you to spit that out?”

She scowls. “I was trying to be nice.”

“Mm hm.” He pats the couch beside himself in a clear invitation. “Come sit down. Have a doughnut.”

She’s obeying before she even thinks about it, though at least she has the sense to take a seat on Steve’s side of the L-shaped sectional, and not Bucky’s. “I’m not hungry,” she says, just as her stomach gives a small growl.

“Well clearly that’s a lie,” Steve chuckles. 

Mary glances over at him, peeved, but decidedly less so than she is at Bucky. Steve just seems less … threatening, maybe. Whatever it is, Mary pushes it from her mind.

“Look, I’ll stick around for a few hours or something if you really want to make sure I’m okay,” she says, attention back on Bucky, because she can already tell that he’s the one she’s got to convince. “But then I have to get back to my apartment.” She sees Bucky’s expression shutter at this and quickly adds, “I understand that you’re responsible for me, temporarily, technically. And I appreciate what you’ve done. I don’t want to cause you guys any more trouble than I already have. I’m going to take steps to take better care of myself now. And we can … we can keep in touch if you want. Just so you don’t ... you know … worry.” By the end of her speech she’s lost confidence, as she can see from Bucky’s expression that this is not being received well.

"Is that all?" he asks, eyebrow arched.

“Bucky,” she complains, floundering. “Come on. This isn’t … I mean you can’t just, adopt me, or whatever. I’m not some stray dog. You don’t even know me!"

He nods. “Yeah, you’re right. I don’t.”

For one brief, overly-optimistic moment, she thinks that she’s actually going to get out of it that easy.

“But I’ll get to know you. Because you’re not leaving here anytime soon, Honey.”

All of that optimism tanks straight into a sour pit of disappointment. Mary shoots up to standing, startling Steve a bit where he's reaching for the doughnut box. “Don’t call me that,” she snaps.

Bucky takes another smug fucking bite out of his doughnut. “What?” he asks. “‘Honey’?”

“Yes! I’m not your ‘Honey’. I’m not your anything.”

He licks the sugar off his lips and stares her down. “You like it when I call you that.”

“No, I hate it,” she sneers. “Just like I hate your smug, self-satisfied face. I hate men like you.”

Bucky relaxes further back into the sofa, gesturing at her with the last of the doughnut before he stuffs it in his mouth and eats it. “Men like me, huh?” he asks once he’s swallowed, infuriating in his nonchalance. 

“Yes.”

He chuckles and starts sucking his fingers clean one by one. “And what would that be?” he drawls, letting his legs splay wide on the couch cushions, thigh muscles straining against the denim of his jeans. He sees her getting distracted and hums. “Hm? Pray tell, Little girl. Do enlighten me. What are 'men like me' like?” 

For one, airless second, all Mary wants in the world is to drop to her knees right between his legs, put her face at the seam of his jeans and rub her cheek against his thigh, against his … 

Her thoughts go unfocused, fuzzy at the edges, static in her brain. She licks her lips absentmindedly, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of how he’s positioned himself …

“Mary.”

The sound of her own name draws her out of it, like a slap. She meets his eyes and juts her chin out, half dizzy from the effort. “Men like you think they know everything,” she grits. “Think that they’re the end-all-be-all. Men like you don’t feel any compunction about stepping on everyone around them. Men like you think you’re so fucking smart, that you can’t even fathom the likely alternative.”

“And what would that be?”

“That you’re actually just a cocksure moron,” she hisses.

Bucky tips his head at Steve. “Stevie tells me I’m a moron every other Tuesday, don’t you Babe?”

Steve shrugs a little from where he's leaning forward, holding the lid of the doughnut box open while he tries to choose a flavor. “Well, yeah.”

Bucky smirks, so unaffected that Mary just wants to scream. “So," he says. "You ‘hate men like me’, huh?”

“Yes. I do."

“That’s why you’ve spent your whole life around them, then?”

“I …" She falters. "What?”

Bucky glances over to Steve, and the two of them have some sort of silent exchange overtop the lid of the doughnut box, wordlessly communicating in a way that evidences a years’ long relationship. When they both look back to her, it’s Steve who speaks first.

“We got to read up on you a little, while you were asleep,” he says. He nods to the laptop and packet of papers on the coffee table. “Did some research. Learned about what led up to this.”

“'This'? What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been under the control of domineering men your entire life,” Bucky says, interjecting more forcefully over Steve’s gentler tone—Mary feels like she’s getting whiplash between the two of them. “First it was your father, out in Bumfuck, Nowhereville,”

“Indiana,” Steve mutters.

“Whatever,” Bucky snaps, zeroing back in on Mary with glinting eyes. “And he was ‘that sort of man’, wasn’t he?”

Mary feels a little like she’s been punched in the gut. “So what?” she says. “So you looked me up? Hospital gave you info on me and now you think you know me? You don’t know shit.”

“Your whole life, he said jump and you said how high, right?” Bucky asks, clearly not wanting or needing an answer to the question. Maybe Mary’s expression is answer enough. She’s not quite sure what she must look like right now. Horrified maybe. Or furious. “And then you latched onto the first jerk who’d give you a ride out of town.”

“Shut up.”

“Married him, too. And that worked for you alright ... Until it didn’t.”’

The backs of her eyes are starting to feel hot. “I said: shut up,” she whispers.

Bucky nods and leans forward on the couch, as if her anger and humiliation mean nothing to him. And damn him, maybe they don’t. Maybe he likes this, the sick bastard. “If he hadn’t hit you so bad, you would’ve stayed. Right? He met your needs in every other way.”

Mary shudders. “What are you talking about?”

"I'm talking about self-medicating, Honey. It's what you've been doing. Probably since you were a little girl."

She's disgusted with herself for the tears that break through, unmoored by how Bucky knows all of these things about her, and that he's able to fill in the gaps so easily. “What the hell is your problem, huh?” She swipes angrily at her eyes. “What does any of that have to do with anything? Except for that it’s none of your goddamn business?!”

Bucky softens a little. He glances at Steve, who gives him a warning look. “Sweetheart,” he says, looking back at Mary plaintively. “The drinking and the cutting, the feeling miserable and being sad all the time; that all started after your divorce, yeah?”

That … is not what Mary expected him to say. She’d been expecting more insults, more heartless jabs at her past. “I … What?”

“Answer the question,” Steve urges gently. He looks like he’s in on some secret with Bucky, something only Mary doesn’t know. 

“Yeah,” she admits warily. “I mean, divorce is … well it’s divorce. It sucks. Of course I wasn’t happy about it.” She scowls and crosses her arms. “What’s your point?”

“My point is that, dysfunctional as they were, you had very specific relationships with very specific types of men, until what, like a year ago?”

“... Year and a half,” she mutters, unease creeping up her spine at where she thinks this is going.

“Right. And that’s when all your troubles started. Because let's be real: you weren't hurting yourself before then." He tilts his head, feigning curiosity. "Why do you think that is, Mary? Why weren't you falling apart before? When you had a father touching you wrong, or a husband putting holes in your drywall?"

"Stop," she breathes.

He nods sadly. "It was was after, when you didn’t have those people in your life anymore, structuring it, telling you what to do. Once you were alone, that’s when you started to fall apart.” He levels her with a pitying gaze. "Now why do you think that is?"

Oh, hell no. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Mary says. She actually takes a physical step back from where she’s standing. “You think what? I was using my douche ex-husband as some sort of a … a dom? My freaking father?!”

“Mary, calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” She jabs her finger at Steve, who’s spoken. If she thought she’d been angry at these two before, well now she’s just … she’s just … “You’re fucked up,” she tells them, voice full of quiet fury. “And you,” she points at Bucky. “You might be diagnosed with some freaking mental disorder or whatever, but that doesn’t give you the right to put that fucked up psychology onto everyone else!” She jabs her thumb at her own chest. “I’m normal! I’m not like you. I don't–I don’t have …”

“Mary,”

“No! I don’t. I–I didn’t …” Vaguely, she starts to recognize that her pulse is pounding in her ears, that it’s getting harder to draw breaths. “My f-fa, my, my f-father…”

Bucky stands up and comes towards her. “Mary,”

“No!” She makes to push away, to leave the room, but he closes in too fast and before she knows it, he has one hand on her throat and one at the base of her skull, gripping her hair. And it’s not mean, the way he’s holding her, but when she jerks away it tugs her hair unpleasantly and she whines and stills. “Let go,” she gasps, terrified by the way his hands make her feel.

“Steve, a little help?”

Her heart lurches as she hears Steve move, sees him getting up off the couch and coming over. “Wait,” she whispers, afraid and not understanding why. Not understanding why she’s even whispering in the first place, instead of screaming like she should be. “No, wait, wait—”

Steve is behind her, and even though he’s hardly even doing anything, just has his hands resting on her lightly, Mary still feels a tremor run through her whole body. She feels so trapped. Fixed in place and terrified, but not because she thinks they’ll hurt her.

Because suddenly she can draw a deep breath again.

And she can see the look in Bucky’s eyes, can see how he knows that. “Please,” she whispers, closing her eyes when tears well to the surface. “Please, just, I just need to …”

“You’re okay,” Bucky soothes. “You’re okay, Mary. Just breathe against my hand. Breath against me, against Steve.”

She shakes her head, even though she knows what he means. With her eyes squeezed shut like this, she can feel both him and Steve so solidly, can feel the points where their bodies connect with hers. When she inhales, she feels them there. “What the hell?” she winds up whispering, more to herself than to them.

“You were starting to have a panic attack,” Steve murmurs. He hugs her from behind, and Mary shivers but doesn’t try to shrug him off.

“I don’t have those,” she says. Even to her own ears, it sounds weak. “I don’t,” she insists.

“First time for everything,” Bucky says.

They stand there for a long minute or two. Hell, maybe it’s more. As long as Mary keeps her eyes shut, she can at least pretend that it’s only a minute. It’s only once she opens her eyes that she has to face reality. When she does, she sees that Bucky’s watching her keenly. He looks … sad.

The thought that the man with one hand fisted in her hair and another wrapped around her throat is concerned for her strikes Mary as almost comical. She doesn’t laugh, but she also doesn’t feel close to crying anymore. “I’m okay,” she rasps, swallowing thickly. “I’m okay now.” Shaky maybe, but better. She can breathe again. “Really, I–I am.”

“Yeah?”

She nods, and the motion makes her all the more aware of his hand on her throat. She has to fight back a pleasured sigh at the feeling of it, fight to keep her eyes from fluttering closed. 

Bucky shifts in, sandwiching her even closer between their bodies. “So what?” he murmurs. “You want me to let go of you now?”

“Yeah,” she says, not feeling like she wants that at all. “Please.”

He hums. “You’re very good at saying ‘please’,” he observes. “And at telling me you’re not submissive.”

“M’not,” she insists, trying harder to make her voice firm, or at least more than a pathetic, breathy whimper. She looks him in the eyes again.

When had she stopped looking him in the eyes? She can’t remember. She feels like she’s watching this all happen through the lightest sort of fog, or maybe in slow motion, like a videotape playing at only 70% speed. Something like that, she thinks dazedly. She doesn’t feel like she has to worry about it, though. It's warm and heavy and nice here; like being under bathwater.

Bucky’s not looking at her in concern anymore. He looks more relaxed now, nicer, his eyes softer around the edges. And he hasn't let go of her, either. 

“She down?” 

That’s Steve’s voice, coming from right behind. Mary likes the way she can feel the quiet rumble of it where he’s pressed to her back.

“Mmhm. Waay down.” 

“Is it normally that easy?”

Bucky chuckles, it's a nice sound that Mary likes, the richness of it making her want more, like how chocolate makes you want more.

“No, it’s not. This is deprivation, right here. Poor thing.” 

“Is she gonna be okay?”

“Oh, sure. We’ll just stay like this for a minute. She needs the contact."

Something about the two of them talking about her like she’s not there is … well it multiplies the bathwater feeling. She hears Steve asking a question, and Bucky making an unhappy noise and answering,

“It should never be this easy. Right now she’d go down for anyone, for even the smallest thing.”

“And she was working in the service industry?” A huff of breath hits Mary’s ear. “Jesus.”

“... Hey,” Mary says, sure that she should protest somehow.

But Bucky’s hand tightens just the barest bit on her throat, and he shushes her sweetly, tells her she’s a “good girl,” and kisses the top of her head.

And Mary pretty much forgets what she was going to say, after that.

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tozier • ben hanscom

(ben hanscom x tozier!reader smut)

requested: okay so once regular requests open, here's my idea. so the reader and richie are siblings and they absolutely hate each other and to get under his sisters skin, he fucks her best friend. so in sheer anger she decides to fuck all of his

warnings: swearing, smut, unedited bc im a lazy asshole 

ok guys here’s part one of the new series! i’ll probably have to go back in and edit some stuff n probably change the name but lmk what u guys think and what u wanna see for the next parts :) 

[losers and reader are in college in this.]

2.8k words

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you know richie pretty well, if you say so yourself. hell, you grew up with him - you've known him your whole entire life and even now, as 19 and 20 year olds, you're still at each other’s throats constantly. 

naturally, growing up with richie as your brother was full of ups and downs - like the time that you were still a baby in your crib and he'd curiously wandered into your nursery and twisted your finger, causing it to break. or, that time when you two got into a fight over who took the last of the ice cream in the freezer and didn't speak to each other for almost three whole days.

but there were really good times, too - like when richie picked you up after your disastrous senior prom night and drank vodka with you in the back of his pickup truck while you threw rocks at the creepy house on neibolt street. or the time where you bought him a new pair of glasses so your parents wouldn't kill him for breaking them and he bought you ice cream for a month as a thank you. 

richie was the most frustrating, annoying, rude, arrogant older brother, and yet even when you were away at separate colleges, you talked on the phone almost every night.

you share one of those really, really competitive relationships - a lot of it, you’ve realized, stems from your parents constantly pitting you two against each other to vie for their attention and praise. but no matter, you still hated richie most of the time and he hated you just as much. 

but right now, you might fucking murder him.

you have so much hatred for him as you storm down your stairs, phone clutched violently in your palm as you stalk into the basement, hollering, "richard!" at the top of your lungs. it's a hot august afternoon and you've just come back from the pool with your best friend, now filled to the brim with white hot rage for your brother. 

when you'd been at the pool, cecily, your best friend, had stretched her neck and you'd noticed a hickey (naturally, you'd teased her about it). but when you pried, she got secretive and defensive until it finally slipped out that the boy she'd been with was none other than your gangly, stupid older brother, richie.

you were completely disgusted and beyond addled as to why she'd choose richie, of all people, but more than that you were extremely pissed and stormed off, driving home with knuckles tight against the steering wheel.

and now, as you make it down to the last step of the basement, you're aware that you're still in your bathing suit with shorts thrown haphazardly on top as you storm towards your fuckwit brother.

he and all of the losers he hung out with are down here, sprawled on the large sofas and on the floor in front of the tv. you don't dare break your eye contact with richie as you glare, face heated with anger.

"well hey there, little sis. what's got your knickers in a knot?" he says with a lopsided grin that you just want to punch clean off his face. he's sitting between ben and bill and you turn a little pink as you notice both boys’ eyes on your body. yet you barely think for a second before slapping richie straight across his cheek, hard. 

the slap is a sickening sound as it quiets the whole room - you can feel bev's eyes on you, hear eddie's short gasp, and see out of the corner of your eyes as stan turns his head to watch the scene. richie stares at you, hand on his cheek. "what the hell, y/n?" he asks with a glare as he stands up, rising to his full height above you. but you’re not afraid. 

"you talk to cecily today?" you ask with feigned sweetness, a sick smile on your face as you cross your arms. richie just blinks at you, mouth opening and closing like the dumbass he is. "how long have you been fucking her?" you ask when he says nothing.

the room bursts in exclamations after your words - from mike's "you didn't." to bill's "what the f-fuck is wrong with you, m-man?" and ben's, "oh my god, dude."

richie just shakes his head, looking way too casual as he places a hand on your shoulder with a grin, "y/n/n, can we talk about this later? we’re trying to watch jeopardy." he smirks, but you immediately shake his arm off, recoiling in frustration as you glare at him. "no, richie! you’ve been fucking my best friend! my ONLY friend!" you ask, shaking your head. “you’re such a shitty person, i fucking hate you. why did you do it?” 

 as you make eye contact, he sighs almost forlornly, as if he’s about to apologize. but this is richie, so of course he doesn’t. "....she's just so fuckin’ hot." he says with a grin. 

you take a sharp breath, rubbing your face with your hands as you back away towards the stairs.

"c'mon, sis! don't be so sensitive." he calls to your back and you can practically hear the nasty grin in his voice. you hear eddie hiss, "quit being a fucking asshole." to your brother and you want to scream. "don't fucking talk to me, richie." you snap as you make it up the stairs, ignoring richie as he laughs his stupid hyena laughter. 

you're finally changed out of your suit and into a shirt and shorts by the time you've calmed down enough to take a few deep breaths. a knock makes you jump, though, and you glare at the closed door. as you're about to yell for whoever it is to go away, you're stopped by a voice.

"hey, y/n." ben's voice sounds through the door, and it's almost shocking how quickly your shoulders relax. you smile shyly as you open the door, your heart beating wildly, this time not from anger but out of your proximity to ben.

ben hanscom had been your brother’s friend for a while, and you simply did not understand. all of them are jackasses, richie being the king of the pack, but ben really does seem to be so fucking genuine. maybe it’s because you’ve always had a small thing for him, but then again it may just be because you’re furious with richie. 

"hi, ben. sorry i was.... sorry about that." you say awkwardly as he walks into your room and shuts the door gently. he laughs quietly as he leans against your wall, looking down at you knowingly. "it's richie's fault. you have every right to be mad. he’s a dick sometimes"

you nod thoughtfully, touched that ben came to check in on you. "i know he is. you know, i'm not even mad that they had sex, honestly, i’m just mad because i know he did it to piss me off." you say, biting your lip as you stare up at ben, his hair glinting under the soft light of your lamp. 

ben nods as he reaches out to rub your shoulder, making your stomach flutter as you look up at him. "if i can be honest, you two have the weirdest relationship i've ever seen, y/n. i'm sorry he did that and didn’t tell you, that's really unfair."

you smile lightly at the floor where your feet point towards his. "well now i have, like, nobody to hang out with this summer." you mumble, thinking about how cecily is really your only friend from derry, and how all your college friends live hundreds of miles away.

you shrug, leaning into ben's touch. "you have me to keep me company, though." he says with a shy grin, cheeks heating up at your smile.

"oh, just you? i like the sound of that." you ask, lifting a brow playfully. he chuckles a bit at your look and it makes your chest flutter.

"yeah, of course you do, y/n." he says as he pulls you into a hug. he's warm and smells like cinnamon cologne and it makes your chest glow sweetly. you pull back only slightly, hands sliding up to his chest as you look into his golden eyes. "ben..." you whisper softly, eyes going down to his lips and then bouncing back up, not wanting to make a move if he's not comfortable with it.

he clearly is thinking the same thing, because you're both moving closer and closer, his hands lightly squeezing your hips as he stares at you with hooded eyes. "yeah?" he asks, just as quietly. you swallow, wanting nothing more than to just close the gap just to see what it'd be like. to have one of richie's friends, for a change.

you don't know how to initiate it, though. "do you want to-"

"yes." he rushes out quickly, apprehension only flashing across his face just after he'd rushed out the answer, in fear that you'd been overwhelmed by his enthusiasm. but it's enough for you, and you grin slightly before pulling him into a kiss.

his lips are hot on yours, your hair still drying from the chlorine at the pool as his fingers tangle in the strands. you moan a bit out of shock, having not kissed anyone in a while and feeling touch starved. his hands are strong and soft in all the best ways and you try not to smirk as you think about your stupid brother sitting in the basement, currently unaware of what you’re about to do with one of his best friends upstairs. 

but then, just as your hand slips to the hem of ben’s jeans, he pulls back a bit. “is this a bad idea?” he asks.

you sigh, looking away. “yes.” you say with barely any hesitation. “but i don’t fucking care.” you say honestly, and ben grins, “well, me neither. you’re...” he looks you up and down before smiling. “so fucking pretty.” he ends with and your stomach flutters, face growing hot at the compliment. 

"but i don't want to, like.... t-take advantage of this situation, or-" ben starts, but you shake your head, biting your lip as you stare at him. he's so fucking amazing, so caring. he's always been like this - respectful, considerate, and interested in your well being, which really just makes you want him even more.

"no, ben, i... i really want this. if-if you do too." you say honestly, fiddling with your fingers as you watch him through your lashes. he grins as he nods. "you sure?"

you giggle, pulling him towards you by his neck. "yes. are you, ben?" you ask as he leans down closer. "definitely." he whispers against your lips, his breath coming out in a short huff. and then his lips are on yours, pressing strongly and fully as you stumble a bit, grasping him tightly as you kiss back.

he presses you against him, hand at the small of your back as he moves his tongue deftly against your lip, exploring your mouth as you suppress a moan. one moment later, you pull back a bit.

"you're not..." you trail off, and he shakes his head. "no, are you?" he asks, and you also shake your head as you cup his cheek and pull him back in for a kiss. "me neither." you mutter, falling back down onto the mattress, hand blindly fumbling around inside your bedside drawer for your box of condoms.

he's kissing down your neck, his hands palming your breasts softly as you finally pull one out and set it beside you, wrapping your arms back around his neck.

he grinds slowly against you and you let out an embarrassedly loud moan at the friction against your clothed clit. he's already pretty hard and your mind flickers to the basement, how chilly it had been against your skin and how your swimsuit top probably didn't leave much to the imagination as you'd stood right in front of him. it makes you giddy at the thought of ben's eyes on you, his mind drifting to what you'd look like underneath him.

which is where you are right now, as he rolls the condom onto himself and pumps slowly. you kick your shorts and underwear off, aching and dripping with need as he slides between your legs, bracing himself with one arm above you.

"ready?" he asks softly and you let out a strangled whimper as you feel him line up at your entrance, teasing your folds a bit and making your hips buck. "yes." you say, staring deep into his eyes.

ben grasps your hand then, steading both you and him as he eases into you, sinking slowly and letting out a shuddering breath. you let out a small whine at the feeling of ben stretching you out, having been too antsy and not having enough time or patience for foreplay. once he's fully inside you, he kisses your cheek and gives you a few moments to adjust as you breathe into his neck.

and then he starts to move, his hips rolling slowly as he fills you up and hits a perfect spot inside you, your toes curling almost immediately. "oh god, ben." you moan out and that makes his hips move fluidly as he thrusts into you, kissing your neck softly as you whimper in pleasure.

the hand that isn't steadying himself above you holding your hand dances around you; exploring your curves, fingers lightly tracing over the stretch marks on your hips and then his palm sliding to caress your sides, his touch making your skin feel on fire.

after a few more minutes, he picks up the pace, hips angled slightly deeper and making your toes curl. he starts to moan every few thrusts, right into the shell of your ear, and it pushes you closer and closer to that feeling growing in your abdomen.

"shit, y/n, i'm already close." he mutters, eyes closed in bliss as he leans his head back slightly, the sight heavenly to your eyes. and you don't even blame him because he's probably just as pent-up as you are and you know this has to be quick or else richie will come up, wondering why ben was taking so long to ask if you're okay.

so you lean up a bit as he thrusts into you and you attach your lips to his neck, sucking lightly enough that it won't mark. "so am i." you say breathlessly as you move your hips, chasing the high that's building deep inside you.

you press your hands to his chest, stopping his motions momentarily. "let me ride you." you say breathlessly and his eyes widen with something akin to hunger as he pulls out of you, rolling onto his back with a shocked look. you smirk as you climb back onto him, straddling him as you pump him a few times. he bites his lip as you sink yourself onto him, moaning and covering your mouth so as not to carry the sound all the way to the basement.

as you start to bounce, you smile, realizing that you're not at all insecure in front of ben - his hands are all over your body, running over and gripping the plush skin as you sink onto him, taking him perfectly. he's groaning and moving his hips with yours as you mouth wet kisses over his chest and neck.

ben lets out a moan that pushes you near the edge as you pick up the pace, his cock hitting a new spot inside you that has you whimpering. as his hands fall to move your hips with his, squeezing your soft thighs tightly, you hit your high.

you tremble as the feeling of him inside you makes you clench hard, your eyes squeezing shut in bliss as you moan out, "ben!"

your hips stop moving as you ride out your high, only making small movements as you clench around him in complete pleasure. he groans below you, eyes still shut as he juts his hips upwards, taking over to chase his own orgasm.

and his hips start to stutter a few thrusts after as you slump on his chest, one hand on your tits and the other on your hips to move you with his thrusts. he cums a few moments later with a moan that is muffled by your hair, his hands sliding down to your ass, your lips on his collarbone.

after a few moments, you roll off of him and sigh, shocked and unsure as to if that really just happened. you're embarrassed at how quickly he made you cum - you want to blame it all on the fact that it has been quite some time since you'd had sex, but it really was the thrill of hooking up with him, especially because your brother was just downstairs.

ben's cheeks are red as he sits up quickly, pulling on his boxers and then his pants, only looking at you after he tugs the hem of his shirt down. "um, i would totally stay, but-"

you shake your head with a grin, "no, i get it. this was... just a spur of the moment thing."

he beams at you, seemingly relieved that he wasn't hurting your feelings - that was amazing and you're both glowing in your post-orgasm high, but you both know that this was a one-time thing. he pecks your cheek sweetly and as he turns to leave, you mutter, "wait!"

he lifts a brow as he turns to you and you run your fingers through his hair a few times to make it look the way it did before he came up here. "thanks." he says with a grin before he disappears, closing the door behind him and making you get dressed with red cheeks in silence.

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Collide [Teaser] ~ a JJ Maybank x OC fanfic

Warning: cursing, bad grammar, not prof read

A/N: I left tumblr for a while to take a break from everything and decided to write in my free time and came up with this, dont worry I’ll get right to answering your guys ask just wanted to share this

Paring: JJ Maybanks x OC

Word count: 18.1K

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The sun peeked through the curtains of the chateau,making me squint before rolling over and tucking my head deeper into the pillow groaning deeply as i heard a a low chuckle and John b’s voice echoed through the house seemingly louder then it was,

“Morning Sunny,” he said laughing at how I rolled myself deeper into the makeshift bed as he headed outside, most likely to chill on the hammock. I grumbel to myself and sat up, rubbing my eyes before I leaned back, stitching my back, hearing a couple of pops before sitting up and cracking my eyes open. Swinging my legs over the side of the couch, setting my feet on the trash covered ground moving an empty beer can with my toe so i could set my foot down. Standing up, letting my shirt that i had wore yesterday fall back over my jean shorts as i stretch my arms up above my head letting a small tremor roll through my body while my muscles finally woke up, i let my arms drop back down letting a small sigh out before shuffling into the kitchen, around the bar counter heading straight towards the fridge, pulling the door open leaning down before reaching my hand in shuffling around past the cases of beer looking for something a less likely to edge on the headache was already starting to form in the front of her head. I set my sights on the orange juice that was near the back of the fridge, grabbing the neck of the bottle dragging it out of the fridge,praying it isn't out of date. Knowing the boys it most likely was but hey why not be an optimist right? I turned leaning my hips onto the counter unscrewing the cap and bringing it to my lips, before tipping it up taking a big swig. I can say that was the worst decision i made that day, i quickly leaned towards the sink spitting it out as fast as i could quickly turning on the sink, sticking my face under the faucet bringing the water into my mouth swishing it around before spitting that out leaning back up head still tilting down towards the sink. I reached up my arm and shut the sink off before grabbing the bottle of orange juice and emptying it out in the sink. All i can say is fuck optomistic people they are crazy and dont know the fine line betwen optimisum and insanity. I let out a grumble as I worked my way around the chateau, thinking I could just take a walk to the store and grab a tea or something that was actually digestible. I grumbled to myself as i suffered to the guest bedroom in the chateau, before slamming my fist against the door a couple time,

“ i left my wallet in there so i'm giving you 3 seconds to get decent then i'm coming in for it “ i say loudly, my voice still scratchy from the lack of sleep i had gotten last night. thanks to the pogues party habits it was hard to get sleep during summer, not that i minded i'm always down for a party, the aftermath still sucks major ass let's be honest. I grab the handle turning it quickly pushing in the door and walking in the room quick heading straight for the dresser near the window spotting my wallet easily i swiped it off the dresser turning on my heels, my eyes were meet with the blue ones of jj, him and another girl, i hadn't seen this one before and i didn't really care enough to stay and figure out what she looked like. I simply smirked knowingly at jj before waving off his wink strutting out of the room, closing the door on my way out. JJ and i have a odd history i can tell you that, but that never stopped us from being close, we had a lot in common when we had first meet and had remained close ever since, maintaining a almost more than friendly relationship but never anything more than a flirting glace was ever shared between us. I head back to where i had made my makeshift bed, plopping down on the bead throwing my socks and shoes that i had put beside the bed on, placing my wallet in my back pocket and snatching my phone of the ground by the pillows before strutting out of the house, seeing john b. peacefully sitting on the hammock,

“Your going to poison people with the shit in your fridge, i'm going to the store to restock i'll be back in a little” i call out to him, seemingly starling him out of whatever thought he was in.

“Can you grab some skinny pop?” he called back sitting up, i put my thumb up in the air so he could see as i walked off towards the store already lost in my own thoughts. Before i knew it my feet had brought me to my destination, snapping me out of my tance of scrolling through instagram lost in thought. I looked up from my phone, tucking it in my back pocket and grabbing my shitty old leather wallet i had gotten from my dad for my 14th birthday decorated with pins from where he traveled do for his gigs, him being a famous musician and all he wasn't always home leaving me to do whatever i wished, he would text and tell me to be safe but other than hard drugs and teen pregnancy he was fine as long as whatever i did i did it safely or told him before or after doing it. He is just chill, and we got along great because of it. I pushed the door open causing the bells on the door to jingle, and a faint

“Hello, let me know if I can help you find anything” from the direction of the counter. I let out a small hum, giving a closed mouth smile in that direction, heading to the snack aisle, grabbing two bags of skinny pop, a bag of nacho doritos, and a bag of salted almonds, before heading to the drink aisle grabbing 6 arizona teas, and two snapples for myself knowing that a snapple can fix a hangover if mixed with a vitamin c packet, correctly that is. I shuffled back up to the front, gently putting everything up on the counter, looking up smiling at the boy at the counter, he smiled back before scanning my items quickly,

“wait “ i called out louder than expected making him flinch and look up, i quickly stuck my hand in back pocket pulling out the lump of yarn unfolding it revealing a crochet bag, widespread between each knots, holding it out the the young boy before smiling,

“Can you put my stuff in here? You know how bad the pollution can get with those plastic bags and the ocean” i giggled as he nodded slowly gently taking the bag from my hands, smiling a small smile at me before loading my stuff up and telling me a price, i fished out the money and payed him before grabbing my bag slinging it over my shoulder and walking out of the store, heading back to the chateau.

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When I arrived back at the chateau, John b. Was still laying out on the hammock, i gently walked over to him , reaching into my bag and pulling out a skinny pop and handing it to him, before smiling as he tore it open like a starving child and dug in,

“Thank you” he said popcorn bits flying out of his already full mouth, causing my nose to scrunch up in disgust, i simply shook my head and headed back inside waving at him. As i walked in the house i saw kie still asleep on the couch, i giggled quietly at her before moving around the couch heading to the kitchen to find pope searching the fridge,

“Dude don't bother i already tied and got poisoned by the orange juice” i giggled setting the bag of snacks on the counter grabbing two arizona out and pushing the bag towards him, pope turned and examined the goods before grabbing the bag of doritos and a snapple, before smiling at me

“Thank you, you are truly and life saver” i giggled at the comment before heading back to the spare bedroom to see the door open, i strut in to see jj leaning back on the pillow hair a mess, no shirt just his boxers barely covered by the thin sheet on the guest bed, his vape in his hand.

“Sup loser, i brought you sum tea” i said to him strutting to the side of the bead he was on, holding a hand out with the tea in it, jj looked up, his ocean blue eyes meeting mine before a sly smirk spread across his face,

“Come ‘ere” he said grabbing my waist pulling me down onto the bed, both of erupting into giggles as i land on my back next to him his torso still leaning over me, his hair dangling down, framing his face perfectly, his dimples in his perfectly tanned face,his- NO damit sunny stop it he's your friend, i had noticed both of our laughter had died down and we were both just smiling at one another. I scrunch my nose up before dropping the Arizona in one of my hands before using it to shove it his face away from me groaning at the smirk he gave me when he leaned onto his side, raising his eyebrows at me.

“Just shut up and drink your damn tea” I said , handing him one. Grumbling to myself as i popped the lid of mine open and took a sip from it, i sighed laying back onto the bed and closing my eyes just enjoying the sounds of nature , and jj gulping down the cold beverage like no tomorrow, i sighed, rolling over to the side of the bed, swinging my legs over the side looking down when my feet hit something thin and soft. My eyes gaze down to see JJ's muscle tee laying on the floor, sighing. I reach down, swiping it off the ground and balling it up. Turning slightly to see JJ scrolling on his phone and a crushed, now empty, Arizona can sitting on the bedside table beside him. I ball up his shirt before throwing it with a little power behind it, it flew through the air and fan itself out as it plopped on his head causing him to pick off the piece of clothing on his head and give me a look of confusion.

“Get dressed i'm sure everyones ready to go out on the water for the day already and you're lagging” I say standing up and flashing him a smile before heading back to the kitchen to get some chips before the other pogues ate them all.

[myglogic]

Priceless | Bang Chan | 04

Chapter 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Pairing: rich kid! Bang Chan (Stray Kids) x female reader

Genre: Crime, enemies to friends to lovers, angst, fluff

Word Count: 3,4k

Summary: Chan knows. He knows who you are.

DISCLAIMER: Everything in this fanfic is fiction - that includes Chan’s fictional father who of course does not represent Chan’s real father! ♥

There he was, sitting in his chair while staring at you. One of the biggest and most successful journalists of Seoul Times and also your new boss. He was wearing a nice suit, probably Gucci or something. His hair was slicked back and he looked like he walked straight out of a magazine.

Before he could say anything you politely bowed. “Hello, Mr. Lee! My name is Y/N and Hana asked me to work next to you as your assistant. I hope that we can do a great job together.”, you said as politely as possible. Your hands were sweaty and you just hoped that you didn’t embarrass yourself.

Then you heard a laugh. “Why are you so formal? Okay, I get it, I’m your boss. But you look around my age. Please, call me Minho. Nice to meet you, Y/N.”, he got up and shook your hand.

You looked at him in shock. “Oh. I’m sorry. It’s just… you are such a big name around here. I wanted to be polite.”

He gave you a smile. “It’s okay, really! Oh, and I don’t usually wear this kind of attire. I just had an interview where they took pictures of me. Expect me to come here with my beloved sweatpants.”

You looked at him weirdly. Well, if you had such a high position you could do whatever you want. But he was a little too laidback. Not that it was bad but it was just unusual. “Okay. What should I do? Research? Edit articles?”

Minho sat back down and put his feet on his desk with his hands behind his head. “Is that what you have been doing the whole time? Editing?”

You nodded as you put your own stuff on your desk. “Yeah. So much for a journalistic degree, huh?”

Minho smirked. “Well, you aren’t here to do that. What is your dream? Tell me. You must have come here with something on your mind.”

You took a sip out of your water bottle as you thought about his question. “I guess writing the frontpage article? I actually asked Mr. Park and had a proposition but he didn’t see me as experienced enough.”

Minho played with his bracelet and then looked at you. “As you can see, we don’t have much of an age difference. Persistence is the key and a little help from someone who has experience. That would be me in this case. When I started here 4 years ago, I was doing the exact same thing as you but I convinced my supervisor that I was capable of doing more.”

“Are you saying that you want to help me?”, you asked in surprise.

He nodded confidently. “Yes! What do you want to write about?”

You hesitated for a second. Could you trust him? At the same time, this was your chance to finally do more than just editing. “Kevin Bang, how shitty of a person he is and all of his wrongdoings.”, you said in a serious tone.

Minho’s eyes widened a little at the mention of his name. “What? Kevin Bang? You do know that he has a lot of power over the media, don’t you?”

“There was this girl who exposed him at the gala, so there is already a lot of negative press. I have been doing a lot of research about him. I have more proof than any other reporter in this city.”, you said confidently.

Minho’s expression faltered. “What kind of proof?”

“I won’t show you that. If you help me with Mr. Park, I will write the article and when it’s finished, you can read over it. Is that alright with you? Because I’m still not done with my research.”, you told him, waiting for his response. You needed to make sure that you could trust him.

Then he looked at you with the same amount of confidence as you. “Okay. Just write your article and if it’s frontpage-worthy I will tell Mr. Park about it.”

You smiled brightly at him. “Thank you, Mr. L-, I mean Minho.” You were excited and would have hugged him immediately if he wasn’t your boss. Hana was right, you could learn from him and see it as an opportunity to gain more experience.

Your first workday with Minho was more than okay. You got to know each other and it turned at that he was a really nice guy. It helped that he was your age too. He must have been a super genius to graduate so early and get so many promotions at that age. He was impressive, you had to give him that.

Maybe Minho was your ladder to success.

♥.

Three weeks passed and Chan was still driving you to work and home. You were still helping him with university work. Every time Chan drove you home, he insisted on eating something together before dropping you off home. Your relationship developed more into a friendship. Chan made you laugh and you had to admit that you had a great time with him whenever he was with you. He always asked you if you were fine and if you didn’t, he would make sure that you would feel good again. It felt nice for change.

This time you met Chan at a place of your choice. It was actually a small tteobokki stand in your neighborhood. Chan was a little confused at first.

“You brought me here for tteobokki?”, he asked, not really happy about your choice.

“Look, to understand Shakespeare, you need to have a full stomach and the best ttebokki in town!”, you said and fed him with one rice cake. “Nice, right?”

Chan was chewing but his expression changed quickly into a happy one. You smiled at him knowingly. You couldn’t figure out how he could be so sweet but his father was not? “Okay, I need more of this!”, Chan said while eating one more, happily.

“I noticed that you were a little down today, so I thought I would take you to my favorite spot in my neighborhood.”, you smiled at him, genuinely. Of course, you wanted to know if it had something to do with his father but something deep inside of you was curious and cared about Chan’s own feelings and thoughts. But you were totally denying that.

This was the thing. You were starting to see Chan in a completely different light. Very different from his father. You still didn’t trust him because, after all, he still is a Bang. But he was gentle and caring. Whenever he noticed that you had a bad day, he would bring you chocolate after picking you up from work. It was the small things that made you think differently of him.

“Really? Thank you.”, he smiled as he continued to eat the delicious rice cakes.

“So, spill. What’s bothering you?”

Chan stopped eating and sighed. “Maybe not here.”

You looked at him, confused. “Where else?”

“Follow me.”

Before you knew it, you were back in Chan’s car, heading to an area in Seoul that you have never been to before. It was a very posh and rich area, which didn’t surprise you. But what surprised you wasn’t the villa that Chan parked his car in front of. No, in fact, it was the treehouse that was behind the villa which seemed to carry a lot of memories for Chan.

The treehouse however was at least 4 meters up and it looked huge. Perks of being a rich kid.

“You want me to climb up there?!”, you said, your eyes widening. You would probably break a bone. Hell, you would break ten.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. It’s safe, I promise!”, Chan assured you as he climbed up. You had to admit, the treehouse looked bigger than your apartment. Well, your apartment wasn’t that big either.

“If I break something, you have to buy me a new car!”, you said, jokingly, climbing the wobbly ladder. “Okay, I shouldn’t look down. Oh my god. Okay I looked down and that was the worst decision of my life!”

Chan smiled down at you as he watched you from the treehouse. “Are you afraid of heights?”

“A little.” That was the understatement of the century. You hated it. The background behind that was a kid that pushed you from the diving board when you were 6.

You were pretty far up and saw Chan’s face getting closer and closer. “Here, take my hand.”, he said as he reached out to you. You quickly grabbed his hand. You weren’t sure what kind of workout Chan did, but he pulled you up effortlessly but lost his balance and somehow you landed on top of him, your faces just a few centimeters apart.

“Thank you…”, you said, blushing furiously. What the hell? You shouldn’t be blushing, get your act together!

Chan cleared his throat as he looked at you. “Yeah, no problem.”

You quickly got up and looked around in the treehouse. It was decorated with tiny furniture. There was a rug where Chan sat down on. On the walls were pictures of his family, pictures which were probably drawn by Chan himself as a kid and a big teddy bear.

One picture piqued your interest. “Is this your mother?”

Chan stood up and stood next to you to inspect said picture. On the picture Chan looked around the age of 4 with his mother lifting him up in the air. Both of them looked happy. As if that was the happiest day of their lives.

Chan sighed a little. “Yeah. It was a year before she died.”

You have always wondered what really happened with his mother. The media never really spoke about Chan’s mother, probably because his father didn’t want it. “I’m sorry. What was the reason…? You don’t have to answer me though! Only if you are comfortable.”

Chan sat down on the rug again with you sitting closely next to him. “Oh, don’t worry. It was cancer but they found it in a very late stage. She had no chance of survival.”, he said, a hint of sadness in his voice.

Chan’s hand was right next to yours and you slowly put your hand on top his hand. “Everything happens for a reason. Even sad things like this.”

The young boy turned his head towards you. “Yeah. You’re right.”, he said as he took your hand and squeezed it. “The reason I took you here to talk is because I always come back here when I have a bad day. This house still belongs to dad and we used to live here when my mom was still alive. I think it’s the last memory I have left from her and coming back here feels like I’m getting motherly advice. I know it sounds stupid.”

You felt your heartbeat quicken, feeling his hand in yours. “No, it doesn’t. Everyone deals differently with their problems. I get it. No one will search for you here. I can see why you would come here.”

Chan completely turned to you. “I have a feeling that my dad doesn’t really trust me with his business. He is like a stranger sometimes. I feel like I only have a real father if I go to events with him. He is acting so strange when it comes to his job. I don’t know.”, he confessed.

The first thing that came to your mind was not “what is his father hiding?”, as it should have. No, you thought about Chan, who was telling you about his feelings and thoughts. You just wanted to hug him. “Is that what’s bothering you?”

He nodded. “Yeah. My problems sound like a luxury to you, right?”

You thought about it for a second. “No, not really. I may struggle with money but I am truly happy when it comes to my family. You know… My father struggled a lot in the past. We lost everything because of some things and people in the past. But he never gave up on us. And not having a proper family sounds horrible to me. So, no. Your problems aren’t a luxury.”

“This is the first time that someone listened. I mean, really listened. Thank you, Y/N.”

Chan’s eyes never left yours. The air somehow thickened. You could have cut the tension with a knife. Before you knew it, both of you were inching closer to each other slowly. You didn’t know what was happening. It was as if your body was reacting on its own.

Before anything could happen, your phone rang and you quickly sprang apart. You then came back to your senses. You couldn’t fall for him. Never. You were planning on destroying his father. This was the last thing you should do!

“Uh… I should take this. I’ll go down… And then you can drive me home.”

Chan just nodded, not able to say anything after that weird situation.

♥.

You decided to not bring that almost kiss thing up again. Chan didn’t bring it up either. You were both talking about your feelings that day and you were emotional. Things like that can happen, right? Maybe. Maybe not.

You didn’t want to think about that moment because it made you feel weird. You felt flustered, your hands felt sweaty, so no. This was not the right feeling towards someone whose last name is Bang.

However, you couldn’t risk losing him because you still needed him for your article. This time, you invited him over to your little apartment because he was about to write his exam about Shakespeare and you wanted to study with him in a cozy environment. And nothing screamed more cozy than your apartment. You had told Jisung to go out so that he wouldn’t see Chan. He assumed that it was for a date and still teased you about it.

You were a little nervous for Chan to come to your apartment. Not only because of the whole treehouse incident but more because of the fact that you were hiding the true reason why you were spending time with him.

To make him feel more welcome, you decided to bake some cookies. They were in the oven and waited to be eaten. Then you heard the bell and you quickly let Chan in. “You look cold!”, you said and ushered him in.

“It is cold.”, he said and looked around in your apartment. “Looks cozy.”

You nodded. “I know, right?”

Chan then sat down on the couch of your living room and looked at you. “So, I brought my Shakespeare stuff. I hope I will pass the test without any problems.”, he said and smiled. “But with you as my teacher, I will pass for sure.”

You blushed a little. “No! You are a good student. Don’t pin this on me!”, you smiled at him and sat down next to him.

Chan sighed happily. “Isn’t it weird to sit here? You didn’t really like me and your car doesn’t work because of me. And yet, we’re here and you help me with Shakespeare.”

You felt a pang of guilt hit you because of the boy sitting right next to you. “Yeah. I guess my love for Shakespeare saved you, huh?”

He chuckled. “Thank god for Shakespeare.”, then Chan stopped and sniffed. “Uh… It smells like something is burning?”

Then your eyes widened. “Fuck! My cookies!”, you quickly ran to the kitchen to find very black cookies that looked inedible now. You immediately turned the oven off and were met with black smoke.

Chan opened the window of your kitchen. ��Why did you make cookies?”, he said and laughed hysterically at your baking fail.

“I just wanted to make something sweet. It helps while studying.”, you pouted. “Damn it.”

Chan walked up to you and took your face in his hands, making your heartbeat quicken. He squished your cheeks together so you had to pout more. “Don’t be sad. Let’s make another batch and then we can eat them, alright?”

You put your hands on top of his and pushed them down. “Yes, sir.”, you said while trying to hide your embarrassment. “Okay, I bet you never baked before.”

Chan looked offended and dramatically put his hand on his chest. “Why would you say that? I could be a great baker!”

You gave him a deadpanned look. “You are rich, Chan.”, you said while your facial expression literally said: “Of course, you never baked.”

He sighed. “Okay, I don’t cook or bake often. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t have a secret talent?”, he then laughed.

You grinned at him. “Yeah, sure. Let me take out the ingredients and then we’ll start.”

Before you knew it, you were baking with Bang Chan. He helped you measure all the ingredients and for a moment you felt like you were in a relationship. As if he was your boyfriend and everything was fine. You quickly gave yourself a reality check. You were here with him for your own selfish reasons.

“Hey, Y/N.”, Chan said while you were stirring the batter.

“Huh?”, you looked up at the boy who was eating some chocolate chips. “Don’t eat that!”

“Stop nagging. You have something on your face.”, he then said with a sly grin on his face.

“What? What is it?”, you said in panic, wiping your whole face. “Where is it? Is it gone?”

Chan stepped closer to you. “It’s right… here!”, Chan smeared some flour on your face.

“Oh no. You did not do that!”, you squeaked and giggled as you threw some flour at Chan’s face. It was way more than what Chan threw.

Chan stopped for a second. “Oh, it’s on!”

After that short sentence a flour war broke out. Chan was hiding behind the little kitchen island and then you were running around, making everything dirty. Suddenly, you slipped on the flour, right on top of Chan who held you but slipped due to the same reasons.

You were laughing hysterically on the floor. Once again, everything seemed so simple and natural between the two of you. You couldn’t believe that he was the son of the man who destroyed your parents’ lives. “Who is going to clean this up?”, Chan asked, still laughing.

You just looked in his eyes, not daring to look away. “I don’t know. The kitchen fairies?”, you said, still lying on top of him.

“Yeah. I don’t think so.”, Chan said, also looking at you. The look he gave you made you feel weak in your knees. What the hell was happening?

You then slowly got up and tried to clean the flour in the kitchen and on yourselves. “Just because we wanted to bake some stupid cookies.”, you said but with a smile on your face.

“Well at least now they are in oven and hopefully will not burn!”

“I should probably take a quick shower. Don’t be shy to take anything you want. Feel at home, Chan.”, you assured him as you went to the bathroom.

Chan then was left alone in your apartment. He sat down on your couch for a few minutes, thinking about what happened in the kitchen just now. He thought about how much he enjoyed your company. It was weird but he didn’t mind the feeling that come when he sees you.

He didn’t know why but he somehow felt drawn to your bedroom and you did say that he can feel at home. Curiosity got the best of him and he went into your bedroom, just to have a look. Because a bedroom says a lot about you as a person.

He entered the room and was greeted with pastel colors. Your room was clean but your desk was a mess. Must have been from work, Chan thought. But then, something caught his eye. On your desk, he found a folder with the name Kevin Bang on it. Chan took the folder and while going through it he found a lot of information on his father. But not only that, there were more scandals and bad publicity than anything positive. Chan didn’t know what to think of this.

He then turned around to see something red that caught his eye poking out of your closet. As he walked closer to it, he saw that it was a dress, with a mask hanging from the clothing hanger. Chan’s eyes widened as he connected the dots. The information on his father and then this dress?

Chan would recognize that dress anywhere. The dress that destroyed his father’s reputation. The dress the woman who danced with him wore. The dress that shouldn't be here. Chan started shaking from anger and disappointment. What the hell was he doing here? His heartbeat quickened and his palms were sweaty. He started shaking a little bit because of the feeling of frustration. The boy was trying to stay calm as he took deep breaths.

Chan didn’t hear you coming in with wet hair and some loose clothes, trying to dry your hair with a towel. But as soon as you saw him staring at the dress, you dropped the towel in shock.

He turned to you with an expression that was unreadable.

You started shaking in fear. “I can explain.”, you said, breathing shakily.

Chan just stared at you, waiting for an answer.

Shit.

♥.

Author’s Note: Chapter 4 is here and Chan finally found out. What do you think his reaction will be? I hope you like it! 

[munson-mjstan]

HUMANITY'S STRONGEST IN LOVE?

I took this from my wattpad! I hope you guys like it so far!

Humanities Strongest in Love?

Lance Corporal Levi is a highly respected soldier amongst the Survey Corps. He is known as "Humanities Strongest" because of his amazing abilities to take down Titans. Whither they were normal or abnormal Titans, Levi could take them down with absolute ease. Unbeknownst to him, he'd soon meet a certain cadet that will change his life, experience new, confusing emotions and possibly happiness.

●I don't own Attack On Titan

●I don't own the characters

(I don't own Attack On Titan)

*Your POV*

You stretch your body as you awoke this Monday morning, getting ready for the day. Your (h/s) hair was frizzy (*A/N I have naturally curly hair :D*) you'd have to manage your hair properly with a brush this morning quickly as in you didn't want to be late for breakfast.

*Time skip to reader-chan getting ready...also I'm lazy to write it lol*

*Your Pov*

You walk down the hall toward the Mess Hall, happy for breakfast and the sunny day outside. Perfect training weather. You walk into the Mess Hall and you are immediately greeted by one of your good friends, Hanji.

"(Naaaaaaaaammme)!!!"

Hanji exclaims after giving you a hug that nearly knocked you over.

"Oi! Shitty-glasses! Don't assault (Name)!"

You looked to see whom that voice belonged to. It was your Lance Corporal Levi who was glaring at you and Hanji with absolute fury.

You squealed and hid behind Hanji, ducking your head.

"I can still see you, brat! Tch!"

He says as he rolls his eyes.

You felt a light tap on your shoulder and you turned around. Armin gave you a shy smile and asked "Hey, (name) would you like to sit with us?"

You've always though Armin was a total sweetheart (*A/N Which he is*) so you decided to sit with him.

"Sure, Armin! See you later Hanji!"

You smiled at her.

Hanji smiled back, heading back to the Squad Leader Table.

"You got it (nick name)!"

You took a seat next to Armin, whom was closely followed by Mikasa, Eren, Sasha, Jean, Reiner, Ymir, Christa and Beretoldt.

Even though you were older than the cadets by a decade you still got along with them well.

"U-um, (N-name)?" A shy voice you recognized called your attention.

"Yes, Armin?"

You fixed you (e/c) eyes on him.

"Are you sure you're not exotic?"

His question made you giggle.

"Why do you ask that?"

"W-well your beautiful (s/t) is something I've never seen before! Isn't her skin gorgeous Eren?"

Armin asked the turquoise eyed boy who was sitting to Armins left.

"Huh?"

He asked Armin.

"Oh! Yeah! (Name)s skin is gorgeous!" He blushed while saying that.

(*A/N btw reader is light-skinned*)

"Thank you, Eren."

You smiled.

*Levi's POV*

I watch that Arlet brat and the Jeager brat fawn over (Name)s while drinking my tea, trying to suppress this strange emotion stirring in my stomach. My thoughts get interrupted by Shitty-glasses.

"Leeeeevvvvviiii!"~ she sang.

"What?" I ask in my monotone voice.

"You're staring at cadet (Name), you think shes fucking hot don't cha!" She gently nudged Levis' ribs in a teasing way.

"Tch! Shut your loud-ass mouth."

I couldn't quite explain what I felt around (Name). I don't recognize this emotion, its infuriating. Am I going insane? I close my eyes sipping down the rest of my tea recalling how we first met.

*Flashback*

Shitty-glasses fucked up my cleaning supplies as some sort of prank. I'm currently running down the many halls of HQ trying to catch her.

*Your POV*

(Name) was wandering down the halls of HQ heading outside.

"Operation: human shield!"

You heard a voice behind you when you suddenly feel the belts on your back being lifted along with yourself, feet barely touching the ground.

"Sorry, (Name)! This must be done!"

You recognized the voice as Squad Leader Hanji.

"H-hanji! W-what going on!?"

She immediately turned you around and there was the answer to your question. A livid looking raven-haired man was pursuing Hanji. It seemed to be an instant but he was in front of you.

"Shitty-glasses, what the fuck are you doing!?"

You heard Hanji laugh behind you.

"Just a silly little prank, shorty. Lighten up!" She says pulled you closer to her.

"U-uh!" You couldn't help but say.

"Put the new Titan fodder down!"

The cold man exclaimed in a furious tone.

Uh, rude much?

You thought.

"Never! (Name) (last name) is my human shield from the mean small man!"

You couldn't help but let a small giggle escape your lips at Hanjis comment but immediately stop when the man glared at you with such intensity you let out a small gasp.

"Hanji,"

The man said, trembling with rage.

"Put cadet (Last Name) down." He says, still seething.

"No can do Corporal short stuff!"

She immediately shoves you so hard that you and the Corporal land straight in the dirt, your breasts in his face. Hanji laughs maniacally, running back to HQ.

You gasp softly.

"Oh no! My deepest apologies Corporal, sir!"

You scramble to your feet, hold out your hand to help the Corporal up.

"Tch!"

He takes your hand and with your help pulls himself up.

"Levi."

"Huh?"

"My name is Levi, you will address me as that when we're alone, got it memorized?"

(If you get that reference, bravo!)

"Yes, sir! Nice to meet you, sir!"

You say saluting your Corporal.

He nodded and chuckled a bit from your manners.

"So, Corporal, I guess I'll see you around?"

"Tch! Obviously, brat."

"Brat?"

You pretended to be offended, hand over your heart dramatically.

"I am 29 Corporal."

"Tch! Brats still a brat."

"If you say so."

You shrugged, as you walked back inside HQ.

"Did I dismiss you, cadet?"

"No, sir!"

You saluted quickly.

"What is that?"

He pointed to your necklace that looked like a small vile of red liquid.

"This?"

You questioned him, holding the small vile between your thumb and index finger.

"A necklace, sir."

You smirked knowingly.

Levi rolled his eyes

"Yeah, no shit. I meant what is it exactly."

You giggled and replied.

"Family heirloom."

"A vile of red liquid that looks like blood is a family heirloom?"

Levi questioned, perplexed.

"My family is fucking weird, Corporal."

You smiled fondly.

*Flashback over*

Levi finishes his favorite black tea, setting it back down on the table, sighing contentedly.

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[jasontoddshoe]

Strictly Business // Jason Todd

Chapter 3 - Brothers Do That

Warnings: Language, sexual themes, bit of a longer chapter

Master List

Jason was still hugging you tightly, even in his deep slumber. You’d been laying there cuddling him for an hour now, not wanting to wake him up despite how bad you had to pee. The feeling came and passed every few minutes, which was kind of a good thing because Jason kept snuggling closer to you every once and a while. Nuzzling his head deeper into your chest, giving you a tight squeeze before relaxing again. Your fingers ran through his hair softly, making him hum quietly in his sleep.

“I wish you’d wake up soon, I have to pee so bad” you whispered to yourself, looking down at his head.

“What if I told you I’ve been awake for twenty minutes” he mumbled back. You groan and started to try and wiggle out of his grasp. He hugged you tightly, fighting to not let go.

“I’d say you’re an ass, do you know how many times I almost peed myself” you asked, a small laugh coming from your mouth as you pushed against his shoulders. “Jason let go please!” You laughed, desperately trying to get the much stronger man to let go.

“If I let go you have to come back” he commented, staring up at you. You nodded in agreement and he finally loosened his grip. You were able to get up and do your business pretty quickly after that. “Took you long enough” he grumbled as you crawled back in next to him.

“I’m sorry your highness, I didn’t pee fast enough for you” you rolled your eyes, scooting closer to him. “My turn for a titty pillow” you stated happily, laying your head on his chest. He laughed lightly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to lay on top of him.

“I was not using you boobs as pillows” he scoffed, shaking his head.

“No, you were trying to suffocate in them though” you retorted making him flush slightly.

“Wouldn’t be the worst way to die” he shrugged after a moment of silence. You rolled your eyes again before closing them and letting out a puff of air. “It’d probably be my preferred way to die, for when I die again”

“Suffocation by boobs?” You asked with a laugh. He nodded, both eyebrows raised.

“I’m being dead serious” he stated, making you laugh even more. You shook your head against his chest, scooting up a little higher.

“I know, that’s why it’s so funny” you smiled.

*********

“Hey Jason, I just realized that I don’t have a dress for the gala so we probably need to get me one at some point” you commented, walking into the manor library. Jason looked up from his book and gave you a nod before returning to his reading. You tried to catch a glimpse at the cover as you walked over but failed to do so before sitting down on the leather couch between his spread legs. He let go of his book to put his arms around you as you laid against his chest. “I’ll be glad to get out of the manor for a little bit too. No matter how big the house I can’t stay inside for forever” you mumbled to yourself, though Jason hummed knowingly.

“We’ll go tomorrow, take the lambo to the mall. Sound good?” He asked, resting his chin against your shoulder as his book rested in your lap.

“Ooh, fancy car. I feel so rich around you people” you laughed lightly. “Even though you’re the ones with all the money, I’m getting to use it”

“Yeah me too, definitely way different from how we grew up” he mumbled, angling his head downward more to continue his book. His lips rested against your shoulder and his nose was almost squished shut there too. He wasn’t kissing you technically, jest resting his face there.

“Penny pinching turned into doing whatever for some cash or food” you sighed softly, shaking your head. “You’re lucky to be out of that now. You have a pretty good life now Jay” you glanced around the large library with a small smile. “I mean look at all these books, you must be in heaven”

“Pretty good, but not perfect. House this big gets lonely and brothers get really annoying really fast” he stated bluntly making you laugh lightly. “It is nice to not have to steal or beg for cash anymore though. I know I’ll always come home to nice warm shower and good food”

“Must be nice” you muttered without a second thought. Jason went quiet for a second, seemingly absorbed in his book but really it was in his thoughts.

“How are things for you now? And don’t give me one of your bullshit answers. You know I know when you lie” he stated, flipping a page smoothly. You sighed and laid your head back in the shoulder his head wasn’t on.

“They’re ok. I mean I have my own apartment but it sucks that I still have to steal to pay for rent and food, keep my water and electricity running so I can shower. I’m so far into debt to people that I’m not gonna be able to get away from living like this for a long time” you explained honestly. “And I feel terrible stealing from people, it really weighs in your conscience you know? But it feels like I have no other option”

Jason didn’t know how to respond. He knew that would’ve been your answer but he didn’t what to say, or what he was supposed to say. He was horrible with words and he felt horrible hearing that his childhood best friend and teenage girlfriend? Lover? He didn’t know what to call those few years where things had changed between the two of you, admit she still pretty much lived the shitty life they grew up in. He was about to open his mouth to say something back but he was cut off by the voice of his younger brother.

“(Y/n)!” Tim called, looking around the library for you. You smiled slightly and sat up a little bit much to Jason’s dismay. He grumbled and pulled your back against his chest again. “Oh there you are” he commented, grabbing a chair from a nearby table and pulling it over to face you. “I need help”

“With?” You asked curiously. Normally it should be you asking him for some help, as he’s the smart one.

“So there’s this girl” he started making you laugh lit ghoul and tilt your head at him. “Don’t look at me like that” he mumbled, shifting in his chair awkwardly for a second.

“You came to the right place, Timmy. I happen to be an expert in that department” Jason stated, shutting his book and wrapping his arms around your waist securely.

“I’m not trying to smash and dash here, which is where your specialty lies. I’m actually having like real relationship problems and she a girl so” he trailed off pointing to you. You let out a laugh as Jason’s cheeks turned a little red and he scoffed.

“What’s going on bub?” You asked, laying back against Jason comfortably and Tim took a deep breath.

“Ok so my girlfriend, I love her to death and she knows all about the me being Red Robin and all that good stuff. But she says that I don’t pay enough attention to her even though I’m really trying but my caseload is just very large and I am stressed and I haven’t slept in four days” he rambled, leaning forward and plopping his forehead on your leg tiredly.

“Oh my god Timmy, you need to go to sleep then, first off don’t do that to yourself. Secondly, you have so many people in this house to help you with cases, don’t take the full workload on yourself. Thirdly, have you talked to her about it?” You tried to hit all of the points that he brought up.

“Yeah kind of, she just said that I need to take better care of myself and make sure to keep time in my schedule for her because she kind of feels neglected. Now I feel terrible and she’s mad at me” he whined. You put a hand on his shoulder and gave it a small squeeze.

“Tim she’s not mad at you she was just saying how she felt. And you do need to take better care of yourself by the way. Right now you’d be considered clinically insane because of your extreme lack of sleep. So go to sleep, give some of your cases to Dick, and call her when you wake up. Even better FaceTime her right when you get up, sleepy boys are adorable” you instructed, sitting him to look you in the face. “Take tomorrow off, invite her over and just have some quality time with her after you have had a good night’s sleep. Don’t worry anything about Bruce either I’ll talk to him, Ok?” You asked, cupping one of his cheeks. He nodded tiredly and stalked out of the room.

“I’m still kind of offended he insinuated I can’t hold a relationship” Jason whispered to himself.

****************

“Hey (y/n), you ready?” Jason asked, fiddling with his keys as he walked into his bedroom. He looked up from his hands at the perfect moments to see your head turn toward him, though you still had you back to him. You had on a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and some black sneakers to match. A cream colored off shoulder, flowy blouse adorned your top half. Though it was a fairly simple outfit, Jason’s breath hitched slightly in his throat.

“Uh, just give me one second please” you replied, slipping a few silver bracelets on and grabbing your phone. “Ok now I’m ready” you smiled, starting to walk toward him. “You look really good Jay” you raised an eyebrow at him, patting his chest as you walked by.

“So do you” he commented, raking his eyes up and down your form. “Shall we” he cleared his throat, turning around to start his way to the garage. You walked by his side all the way there, waving to his family members that you passed on the way out.

You took a deep breath and raised your eyebrows as your feet hit the white cement. There were so many luxury cars in there you thought you might faint. You knew the Waynes were loaded but seeing it in person was a whole different perspective on just how rich. Jason walked over to a line of five Lamborghinis, going straight for a dark red one.

“Do you all have matching lambos?” You asked, walking past a black one and a royal blue one to get to his, most likely Bruce’s and Dick’s namely. On the other side of Jason’s sat a gold one and an emerald green one.

Jason followed your line of sight and sighed. “Yeah, even Damien who can’t drive” you gave Jason a smile as he opened the door for you to get in.

“Thank you sir” you commented, settling into your seat. You took the few moments you had to yourself before Jason got in to stare at the inside of the car. “Holy fuck this things costs more than I probably would” you mumbled, running your hand across the dashboard.

Jason plopped into the driver’s seat and pulled the car out of the garage. He was about to keep driving but Dick sprinted out and stopped in front of the car. Jason had to slam on the brakes, shooting an arm over like moms do when they stop short. You grabbed his forearm tightly and sucked in a breath. He put the car in park and started to get out.

“Dick! What the hell man?” He asked angrily. “Were you trying to get me to run over you?” He asked, walking toward his brother. He left his door open so their conversation was completely audible.

“No, I was just trying to get you to stop. You left your wallet dumbass” Dick replied, pushing Jay’s wallet into his chest.

“You couldn’t have thought of a more conventional way of giving it back? Like maybe calling me and not jumping in front of my car and possibly hurting yourself, or (y/n)?” He asked, shoving his older brother’s shoulder. Dick eyed him with a small smirk.

“You didn’t mention yourself” he stated matter of factly. Jason scoffed adjusting the signature leather jacket that sat on his frame.

“That’s what you’re fucking worried about right now? Are you kidding me?” He practically growled at Dick. “You know what? Nevermind, just get the fuck out of my way and don’t get yourself fucking killed” Jason flipped him off while storming back into the driver’s seat. “Fucking asshole” he whispered to himself, shaking his head and revving the engine at Dick who hadn’t moved fast enough for his liking. As soon as dick was just enough out of the way that Jason wouldn’t hit him, he sped down the long driveway.

“Jay it’s alright. Yeah, it was stupid of him to jump in front of a moving car, but no one ended up hurt right?” You mumbled, placing a hand on top of one of his that had a death grip on the gear shifter. His hand relaxed slightly at the initial contact but quickly tended back up as his jaw clenched.

“That’s not the point (y/n), he could’ve gotten someone really hurt. He jumped in front of a fucking moving car, with you inside it. How fucking stupid can you get?” He grumbled, glaring at the road in front of him. You let out a sigh know he probably wasn’t going to let it go at the moment.

“Ok, I get it. But don’t let it ruin your day Jay. Yes your brother did a dumb thing that pissed you off, he’s your brother, they do that. Just don’t stew on it for hours, it’s just gonna piss you off even more” you said, rubbing your hand up and down his arm softly. He stared at the road in silence for a little while before glancing over at how.

“I don’t know how the hell you do that” he stated, moving his gaze back to the traffic in front of him. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Do what?” You asked confused. He cocked an eyebrow at you, tilting his head slightly.

“Calm me down so fucking fast” he replied. His hands were visibly relaxed now, as was the rest of him. His death grip on the steering wheel was relaxed to a casual hold and his jaw wasn’t clenched tight anymore.

“I’ve known you since we were kids, you learn a thing or two in that amount of time” you giggled a response, settling back into your chair comfortably. A small smile came into his face as you two fell into a comfortable silence.

***********

“God no” Jason shook his head at the horrible dress in your hands. You had only taken it from the store clerk to be nice but as soon as Jason saw it he was protesting. “You need to learn how to say no to people” he stated, taking it from your hands and hanging it up on a random rack. He grabbed your hand and pulled you away from that whole section of the store and into a different one.

“I feel like I’m shopping for the prom I never got to go to” you commented randomly, running your hands across a few of the dresses in front of you, the soft fabric brushing your fingertips comfortably. “Ooh this would be comfy” you stated, pulling one off the rack. “Yeah Nevermind” you stated as soon as you saw the bodice that looked like it would squeeze you until you suffocated.

“How much longer are we gonna be here?” He whined quietly, flipping through some dresses himself. His eyes scanned over a couple of them and he sighed.

“Jason we’ve been here for like fifteen minutes” you laughed, shaking your head at him. “I don’t like anything in here” you sighed. “Can we go somewhere else?” You asked him. He let out a breath of relief and nodded.

“Yes” he answered, making his way toward the door rather quickly. You caught up to him and walked quickly to keep up with his long strides.

“Slow down for the short people please. Not all of us were blessed with being 6’4” you commented, grabbing his shoulder. He gave you a sheepish smile before slowing down to your walking pace.

“Sorry” he said. “There’s another shop” he said, pointing toward a store that looked super nice. Along with looking super nice, it also looked extremely expensive. You stared at the beautiful dresses in the window for a second, but ultimately shook your head.

“Why don’t we go to that store over there?” You asked, pointing to a different store that looked much cheaper though it was still a pretty nice store. He shrugged and started walking toward it. He seemed very determined to spend as little time as possible shopping.

“I already like this place a lot better” he mumbled, going toward a rack of dresses. “This is your size right?” He asked, pulling one off and passing it over to you.

“If I don’t want to breath, maybe” you laughed, hanging it back up. “My size is over there” you said, pointing to a rack labeled with your size number. He nodded and went over to it. “We could start grabbing ones that could work and I’ll try them all on. It might go quicker” you suggested with a shrug.

A few moments later your arms were loaded with dresses and Jason even carried a few himself. He was almost acting as a personal stylist for you. He pushed you into a fitting room lightly and sat down outside. You started actually looking through some of the dresses and immediately getting rid of ones that you didn’t like.

You slipped into a simple, black long sleeve that was pretty cute. But the sleeves were quite itchy and you didn’t know if you’d be able to handle that for a whole night. A sigh left your mouth as you opened the door to find Jason. He looked up from his phone at the sound of the door. When he caught sight of you, he tilted his head to the side in thought.

“I mean you look good, it’s pretty” he shrugged. You raised an eyebrow, feeling like he had a ‘but’ coming. “But-“ there it was. “You don’t look like you like it” he finished. You hummed quietly, giving him a small nod as you turned around to change. You went through about a million more dresses before finally getting to the last one.

It was a lovely red color, loose mermaid style dress. A sweetheart neckline lined with silver jewels adorned the top. It was fairly simple, the only other ‘bling’ being a silver jeweled belt to match the neckline. You slid it up your body, zipping it up the most of the way by yourself. Though you were only able to get it about three quarters of the way done up before giving up with a sigh.

“Ok I have the last one on but I need help” you stated, walking back out to the waiting area. Jason looked up at you once again and he stopped moving. He stared at you for a moment with his lips slightly parted as his cheeks flushed slightly.

“Ok” he cleared his throat and got up to walk toward you. You turned and moved your hair for him. He zipped it the rest of the way and luckily it fit comfortably. “You look-“ he struggled to find the words he wanted to say as you turned around and looked up at him with those eyes he could get lost in for hours. “Wow” he breathed out, dropping his shoulders he hadn’t even noticed had tensed.

“Thank you” you smiled up at him. He was extremely close, your chests were almost touching. You both stood there for a little while and held the eye contact that you had. Your eyes flicked down to his lips quickly, god how you’d missed those. Mentally, you slapped yourself in the face, telling yourself to knock it off. “So this one then?” You broke the silence, stepping back from him and going toward the changing room again.

“Yeah, that ones great” he answered, walking back to his spot in the couch.

*********

After buying your dress, you had gone and got a pair of shoes to go with it which didn’t take very long. You and Jason were on your way to the food court to get lunch before you back to the manor. It was silent between the two of you, which was slightly awkward but mostly comfortable.

You took your stuff to a table and sat down with it while Jason went to grab some food. When he returned, he was talking to someone. Almost instantly you recognized him and smiled brightly.

“Roy Harper in the flesh” you commented happily as he strutted over. He smiled back at you and instantly brought you in for a hug.

“It’s been way too long (y/n), why didn’t you tell me you were gonna be back in town?” He asked, pulling away from you and sitting between you and Jason, who’d taken the chair across from you.

“I didn’t know, it was kind of a spur of the moment thing” you replied honestly. Jason raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything as he started eating. You noticed the Wayne boys normally did that, as soon as someone else came in they’d just sit and observe the conversation going on. Must be the detective in them.

“Well I can’t stay for very long, but I’m throwing one of my signature parties tomorrow night, you guys should drop in for a little while” he offered, leaning his arm on the table as he awaited your answer. Jason opened his mouth to decline but you were faster.

“Of course Roy, we wouldn’t miss it” you smiled sending a look in Jason’s direction. He shut his mouth in defeat and went back to eating quietly. “I remember Jason used to be a party animal, wonder if he still is” you commented, making Roy turn toward him as well while letting out a chort laugh.

“Jaybird? Of course he is, didn’t lose that part of himself” he clapped a hand down on Jason’s shoulder, who rolled his eyes in response. Jason sighed and sat up a little bit.

“I do love a good party” he sighed, making you and Roy smile.

“Perfect” Roy left shortly after that, leaving you and Jason alone again. Jason gave you a look that made you shake your head.

“What?” You asked, already knowing his answer.

“No parties doll, you forget I’m babysitting you” he answered, pointing at you with his fork.

“And you can babysit me there. Come on Jay, today is the first time I’ve left the manor in three days. I hate being cooped up in there” you explained. “I won’t wander off too far by myself” you tried to convince him. He sighed and thought for a moment. “I promise that you’ll still be the one who gets to take me home at the end of the night” you smirked, leaning forward on your elbows that rested on the table.

“Fine” he grunted, shaking his head. “But you’ve gotta stay by me the whole time”

“Deal” you smiled happily.

Taglist: @mortifiedmoon // @myraticm // @brainwashedbyhitoshi // @avengerdragoness // @thefemalethatwrites

[missperfectlyfine13]

A Bandaid For Your Bullet Hole (4/?)

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December 1997

“Come here ladybug,” Richard Beale grabs little 7 year old Chloe’s mitten covered hand as they stomp through the fresh, sparkling and very deep snow.

Chloe watches with wide eyes as her brother Jake plows through the snow, red round saucer sled in hand. It’s Chloe’s first time seeing the fluffy white precipitation. They are in Minnesota visiting her grandma and grandpa for Christmas. The moment she had looked out the window this morning her jaw had dropped to the floor. Her dad had promptly dressed her and her brother in snowsuits and boots and pulled the old sleds down from the rafters of the garage.

“Dad! Chloe! Hurry up!” Jake runs quicker towards the hill, his boots kicking up little puffs of snow.

“We’ll catch up Jake, you can go to the hill,” Richard calls to his eager 12 year old son.

When Chloe and her dad finally reach the top of the hill, Jake has already flown down the hill twice. He’s stomping up the hill when Chloe is just getting her sled situated at the top of the incline.

“Daddy…I’m scared,” the little red head girl looks up at her dad, eyes wide.

He smiles warmly at his daughter and sits down on the back of the sled, patting the space between his legs, “We’ll go down together.”

When Jake had went down the hill the first time, Chloe had watched in excitement and anticipation. She could hardly wait to go down the hill herself, but now that she’s at the top…the bottom seems so far away.

Chloe tentatively sits down at the front of the sled, grabbing the rope tightly.

“Ready Chloe?” her dad asks.

Chloe nods and before she knows it they are flying down the steep hill. The wind whips her face and snow flies up all around them. She lets out a happy squeal, this has to be the best thing she’s ever done. They finally reach the end of the hill and the sled promptly lodges into the deep snow, stopping them dead in their tracks. Chloe practically launches from the front but she couldn’t care less.

“Let’s do it again!” Chloe screams, jumping up from the little sled.

Her dad’s smile is so wide, and he stands up grabbing the sled from the snow, “As many times as you want ladybug.”

************

December 2012

Chloe stands at the top of one of the most intimidating sledding hills she’s ever seen, no less scared than her first time sledding when she was 7…maybe more scared.

Beca looks at her reassuringly, “It’s going to be fun, trust me Chlo.”  

“I feel like this isn’t even remotely safe,” Chloe mutters as she watches a child flying down the slope on an innertube, he looks like he has to be going at least going 50 mph.

“That’s what makes it fun!” Beca laughs, throwing their double innertube down on the smooth, packed down snow, “You want the back or the front?”

“Uh, the back is fine,” Chloe says shakily, crouching down to take her place.

Beca settles in the round dip in the front, nestled tightly between Chloe’s legs. For a moment Chloe forgets that she’s about to go down death mountain, too caught up in the smell of Beca’s fruity shampoo and the way the brunette feels so good leaned up against her. She suddenly feels calm, all nerves dissipated.

“Let’s do this!” Beca screeches, pushing them off with her hand.

Suddenly they are rocketing downwards, the landscape around them a complete blur. Little bits of snow and ice blow up around them as they ride. Chloe lets out a little scream of excitement as they reach their peak speed. Sooner than she’d like, they are at the bottom of the hill. Chloe can still feel the adrenaline pumping though her.

They both hop off the innertube and Beca looks at her expectantly, “So?”

“That was aca-awesome!” Chloe exclaims, eager to go to the top and back down again.

Beca smirks knowingly, “I knew you’d love it.”

************

“I’ve had a really good time today,” Chloe smiles at Beca across the little table.

Beca lowers her white Starbucks cup from her mouth and grins, “Good, I’m glad.”

After they went sledding, they went into the city to do some last-minute Christmas shopping. Chloe didn’t really need to buy anything; she’d already gotten gifts for Aubrey and her brother. She didn’t have a present for Beca though, and luckily the brunette had snuck away for a half an hour, claiming she had a special mission she needed to complete. It gave Chloe the chance to pick something up for her best friend. She really wasn’t sure what to get Beca, she just hopes the other girl likes her gift.

“I don’t think I can say thank you enough times for inviting me here, it means a lot,” Chloe says genuinely.

Beca’s family has made her feel so welcome and shown her so much compassion. She hasn’t felt this happy at Christmas since before her dad died.

“I’m glad you’re here, it’s no problem. You don’t have to keep thanking me,” Beca replies sweetly, looking down at the table intently, her finger tracing the swirls of the wood.

After a few minutes Chloe decides to break the comfortable silence with a question she’s been dying ask, “So do you and your brother ever spend Christmas with your dad?”

Beca shakes her head no, “My dad gets us on Thanksgiving, my mom gets us for Christmas. My mom had insisted that’s how it goes, my dad wasn’t too happy but I’m glad that’s how it is. As you know I’m not my stepmom’s biggest fan…”

“What don’t you like about her?” Chloe knows she’s treading a thin line, Beca doesn’t like to share too much, she knows it’s hard for her, but she’d love to know.

After all that Chloe has shared, she just wants to know Beca that well too.

She can tell Beca is formulating a response, her thumbs twiddling nervously, “Ugh, I don’t know…she just isn’t very nice. When me and my brother are around, she just acts like we are a nuisance. Um, but I guess what really gets me is that she isn’t the biggest fan of…who I am.”

Chloe nods knowingly, “Ah, like because you’re bisexual?”

Beca frowns before shaking her head yes, “I brought my girlfriend to my dad’s one summer and let’s just say she had some choice words for us, about how wrong we were. My dad keeps her under control as best as he can, but she doesn’t like to hold back…I don’t know how he stays with her.”

Chloe feels unbelievably sad for the other girl. Even though her mom is a train wreck, she always accepted Chloe for who she is. No one in her family has a problem with who she loves. She just wishes it could be that way for everyone.

“I’m sorry Bec, that’s got to be really hard.”

Beca shrugs, “It’s ok, I’ve learned to just deal with it. She’s been a lot better since I started dating Jesse, except for her snide little comments about being so grateful that I’m straight now…”

Chloe feels her stomach boil with a mixture of anger at Beca’s stepmom and jealousy at the mention of Jesse, but she quickly shakes it off, “That’s really shitty of her, being with Jesse doesn’t change who you are.”

“If only she would see it that way,” Beca rolls her eyes, “at least my mom and stepdad have always been ok with everything.”

“I just wish that no one had to deal with people like your stepmom, it just makes me sad, my mom has never cared about me liking girls, I’m sure my dad wouldn’t either if he were around,” Chloe shakes her head.

“I’m glad you understand this stuff, I’ve never had friends that could relate to me like this,” Beca confesses quietly.

The statement makes Chloe beam, “I’m glad I have you too.”

************

Chloe flies forward, her heart racing. She tries to catch her breath, but it’s so hard, she hasn’t had a nightmare like that in a long time. Luckily, she didn’t seem to wake up Beca, who is still snoring, sleeping soundly next to her.

It’s the same nightmare every time, it’s always her mom, lying on the sofa limply, a horrific reenactment of what she walked in on 3 years ago. They always seem to happen again around Christmas, for obvious reason.

Chloe slides around, letting her feet hit the cold hardwood flooring. She needs some water. When she gets down to the kitchen, she’s surprised to see she’s not the only person there. Beca’s mom is sitting at the island countertop, Christmas cookie in hand, fluffy robe on and hair tied in a knot on the top of her head.

“Chloe,” the older woman’s eyes flit upwards as Chloe enters the kitchen, “you’re still up?”

“I just needed some water,” Chloe grabs a glass from the cupboard, “what are you doing up still?”

She looks over at the clock on the stove, it’s nearly 2 in the morning.

“Ethan couldn’t sleep, he insisted on sleeping in my bed. I finally got him down, but I worked up a little appetite,” Beca’s mom grins, waving the little gingerbread man in the air.

Chloe fills her glass with water and takes a few large gulps. She’s finally stopped shaking from her nightmare, she hopes she didn’t look too frazzled when she walked in.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s going on with you and Beca?” the older woman asks so nonchalantly, but it practically makes Chloe choke.

“Nothing…I mean we’re friends, good friends,” Chloe rambles, trying not to freak.

“Ok, if you say so,” she smirks, “but I see how you two look at each other.”

“What?” Chloe can’t help the knee jerk reaction, “Beca doesn’t like me…”

“I know what it looks like when my daughter likes someone, she may be with that guy, but she feels something for you, I just know it.”

Her words swirl around in Chloe’s head viciously, her stomach fluttering. She can’t be right, Beca likes Jesse. Though the little glimmer of hope has her heart ablaze.

“Really?” Chloe asks in disbelief.

The older woman nods, “Something about that look on your face tells me you might like her too…”

Chloe can’t help the rosy blush that spreads across her face.

“Wait for her Chloe, she’ll come around,” she pops the last bit of cookie into her mouth before hopping off the stool and back towards the stairs.

Chloe finishes her glass of water and heads back upstairs. She’s not sure how long she lies there before she falls asleep, she just can’t shut her mind off. The idea of Beca liking her back is just too much…

************

Beca and Chloe lounge on the plush sofa in the living room, stomachs full from their Christmas dinner. She can still hear the majority of Beca’s family laughing and chatting in the large dining room. The two had snuck away after their plates were clear to get a good spot to sit. The large home is filled to the brim with family. It’s so warm, happy and rather exciting. This Christmas has been a dream, it’s sad to think it’s almost over.

“Hey,” Beca pokes her in the arm.

Chloe turns to look at her, “What?”

“Follow me,” Beca manages to push herself off the sofa.

Chloe is surprised she can follow suit with how full she feels, “Where are we going?”

“I just want to give you something,” Beca leads them to the back of the house, near the patio doors leading out to the backyard, which is covered in snow and warm lights.

They stop right at the doors, seemingly far away from all of the commotion. Although she can still faintly hear Beca’s Uncle Jerry bellowing loudly, he kind of reminds her of Santa.

Beca pulls a small, neatly wrapped box from her pocket, the little silver bow isn’t even crushed, despite being in Beca’s pocket seemingly all day, “Merry Christmas Chloe.”

Chloe gladly accepts the box with a smile on her face, “Bec, you didn’t have to.”

“Hey, everyone should have something to open on Christmas,” Beca shrugs her shoulders.

Chloe quickly pulls the wrapping away to reveal a small red jewelry box. Inside is a delicate silver necklace, a dainty ladybug charm hanging from the chain. She gasps at the thoughtful gift.

“Oh my god, Beca, I love it,” she says in awe, pulling it from the box, “how did you know?”

“You’ve got that tattoo on your wrist, I thought you must just really love them,” Beca replies quietly, “I honestly was just hoping it wasn’t stupid.”

“It isn’t stupid, it’s amazing…I have that tattoo because ladybug is what my dad used to call me,” Chloe clasps the necklace on, running her fingers over it, “this means so much.”

“Oh wow, guess it was a good choice then,” the brunette smiles wildly, clearly happy with the effect her gift had.

“I have something for you too, but I have to go get it,” Chloe chose to wear a dress and doesn’t have the novelty of pockets, like Beca did.

Chloe hurries up to Beca’s room and grabs the slim box from her bag. She practically sprints back downstairs to where Beca is still patiently waiting. Chloe extends the little box out to her best friend, who eagerly takes it from her.

Beca rips the wrapping off, excited to get into the gift, she gasps when she pulls out a little white box, containing a brand new iPod, the surprised look on the brunette’s face is priceless, “Chloe this is great!”

“I noticed yours is kind of old and beat up and I know how much you love music.”

“This had to cost a fortune…you shouldn’t have,” Beca is still grinning from ear to ear, but she sounds concerned.

Chloe shakes her head, “It wasn’t that bad, don’t worry about it, just enjoy it.”

“I will, thank you Chlo,” Beca replies quietly.

Chloe’s eyes drift out the door, a light snow is falling. If Chloe is being quite honest, she hasn’t had her fill of it yet. She wants nothing more than to go outside and soak up the gentle precipitation.

Beca follows her gaze and grins, “You wanna get some fresh air?”

“Yes,” Chloe answers a little too excitedly, earning a chuckle from Beca.

The two grab their coats and quietly slip out into the dark backyard. The only light illuminating the large yard is the soft, colored Christmas lights hanging from the pine trees.

“This is the best Christmas I’ve had in a very long time,” Chloe genuinely confesses.

“I’m glad you accepted my offer to come then,” Beca stuffs her hands into her pockets, it’s a little colder than she had assumed, “you deserve to have a good Christmas, even if it can’t be with your family.”

“The Bellas are my family, you’re my family,” Chloe blurts out, maybe a little too forcefully, “so I am with my family today.”

“I kind of wish the rest of them were here…isn’t that a little crazy?” Beca asks almost in disbelief, like she can’t comprehend that those girls mean that much to her.  

Chloe shakes her head no, “Of course not, it would be nice.”

Although Chloe selfishly is glad that it’s just her and Beca. All this time alone with the younger girl has been amazing…and probably isn’t doing anything to help Chloe’s raging toner for her.

“It’s pretty cold out here, want to go back inside?” Beca motions to the patio door.

Chloe nods, it is really cold, “Yea let’s go.”

The two stop in the entry way to hang their coats on the hall tree. Beca’s baby brother Ethan is sitting on the floor, rolling around a brand-new fire truck. His eyes bounce up to the older girls and he smiles a toothy grin at the two.

“Kiss! You hafta kiss now!” he giggles pointing at his half-sister and her best friend.

Beca’s cheeks turn 20 different shades of red and Chloe feels a chill run down her spine, what is this kid talking about?

The babbling 4-year-old points at the ceiling above them, where a strategically placed bundle of mistletoe has been hung. The little boy has been hanging out in the hallway all day waiting for his next victims, after his mom had explained what the decoration meant.

Recognition flashes across the brunette’s face when she looks up.

“We can’t ignore tradition Bec,” Chloe says cheekily, knowing that she’s pushing the boundaries.

To her surprised Beca shrugs in agreement, “You’re right.”

Chloe’s heart beats wildly as Beca starts to lean in, but to her immense disappointment, Beca goes past her lips and plants a soft kiss on her rosy cheek. Even though she would have preferred a kiss on the lips…her cheek still burns where Beca’s lips landed. The act did nothing to calm her racing heart.

Chloe leans over and returns the favor, letting her lips linger maybe a bit too long on the soft skin of the younger girl’s face, “Merry Christmas Beca.”

When she pulls away, Beca is blushing slightly, but she quickly plays it off, “Merry Christmas Chloe.”

The two barely notice Ethan, who is clapping loudly and squealing excitedly that he got two people to actually play along. What no one sees though, is Beca’s mom who is watching from down the hall, with a cheeky, knowing grin spread across her face…

[pilot-boi]

Shouting In Cafes: Chapter Eleven

Allies And Betrayals

Neptune’s roommate has been appraised of the situation, for better or for worse. Currently, Neptune is going with worse.

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“I thought Jaune was turning into your psychiatrist, why am I the one doing this?” Scarlet complained as he dipped his brush in the nail polish and painted on another layer. Bright sky blue. Like Sun’s eyes. Nope, don’t think about that. “Shouldn't you get an actual psychiatrist?”

“Yeah, well,” Neptune sighed. He propped up his head on one fist, spreading the other out before him as his roommate painted on the color across Neptune’s nails. “You know I’m broke as hell. And Jaune is at his sister’s this weekend.

“Nice to know I’m the fallback plan.”

“And you like drama.”

“That’s fair.”

It had been three days since the Sun Incident and two days since Neptune last went to work. Also two days since Neptune had left his dorm. Two days since he had cleaned said dorm, and the place was an utter wreck. Food containers everywhere, papers scattered across his bed, clothes all over the floor.

“Scarlet, tell me to clean my room.”

He paused mid brush stroke. “Why?”

“Look around you! It’s disgusting. And you’re my roommate, isn’t it your job to yell at me about this stuff?”

“It is, thank you for acknowledging that, but it’s not my room, so your room is fine.”

“No, it’s not!”

“You have one empty water bottle on your desk, and one pair of pants on your floor. Believe me, this is nothing. You should see Sage’s room.”

“I need to get outside.”

“Wasn’t this how we started this talk?” Scarlet asked knowingly, his accent catching on the words and lilting them slightly.

Oh right. That’s why Neptune was holed up inside.

He lived every waking moment in fear of seeing Sun. After the disaster that was the re-meeting and planning the possible hang out session, Neptune hadn’t heard anything from him, and somehow that was worse. 

He could be tackled the second he left this room. Sun could flood his phone with texts in the middle of class. He could pop out of nowhere, take his hand, claim they were going to get matching tattoos, and shove him into a car.

Sun Wukong was easily the most chaotic maybe-friend that Neptune had ever had. And he was nowhere near prepared.

“Oh, yeah,” Caesar continued. “I actually just remembered that I never need to leave this place again.”

“Neptune, this isn’t how you make friends.”

“Oh not you, too. Please don’t tell me Jaune has gotten you involved in his little crusade,” Neptune groaned rolling his eyes.

“Maybe he has, maybe he hasn’t. Who’s to say. This still isn’t the right way to go about being friends with this guy.”

“Yeah, well, not fulfilling texting promises isn’t a way to make friends either!” Nptune pouted. Not that he wanted to be friends with Sun. It was just the principal of the thing. Yeah that was it. Scarlet didn’t look convinced. 

“He’s probably just loving the idea of catching me at just the wrong moment. Like, when I’m on a date with someone he’ll blow up my phone with kissy emojis. Or if I’m in the library, he’ll find me and just tackle me into a bookshelf.”

“You’ve been thinking a lot about this.” Scarlet smirked, his tattoo wrinkling around his eye. 

Oh god not him, too. “It’s not like that, man. I keep telling Jaune it’s not like that, and I swear to God it’s not like that.”

“Okay, okay, okay. Sure. Other hand.”

Neptune sat up straight, taking back his freshly painted hand and offering up the other one for Scarlet. His roommate shook the bottle with a little too much aggression. “Neptune. You promised Jaune you would make some friends. Do it for Jaune.”

Neptune winced. Now Scarlet and Jaune were communicating. His life would never know peace after this moment. “Jaune isn’t even here. You don’t get to use him as a tool to guilt me.”

“I had to.”

“Yeah I’m sure you did. He’s just… A lot.”

“He’s nice.”

“You’ve never met him! And he’s loud.”

“Passionate.”

“He wears really bad T-shirts.”

“Now that is unforgivable.”

“And why hasn’t he texted me? I don’t even think he likes me.”

Scarlet froze in the act of brushing paint onto one of Neptune’s nails. “You’re worried about him? And you’re worried that he doesn’t like you?!” Scarlet’s smile was an evil smile. Curse him. “You’re blushing.”

Neptune flushed. “No I’m not! And I don’t care if he likes me! Because I don’t like him!”

“Yes, you do! You definitely do!”

“Scarlet!”

“A beautiful relationship is beginning, I can tell.”

“You’re worse than Jaune.”

“Hey!” Scarlet swatted his shoulder without much force, then tossed his head to get his hair out of his eyes. “Fine, fine. I’ll lay off. Why don’t you just text him first?”

“We’re not having this conversation. This isn’t fucking highschool, dude.”

“You’re the one being a little bitch about it, Neptune! Just be a man and text your potential boyfriend!”

“He’s not my boyfriend!”

Scarlet swatted at his shoulder a couple more times. “You’re so immature! Fine. If you won’t text him, I will.” With that, Scarlet leaned across Neptune and started grabbing for his phone.

It took Neptune a few seconds to realize what was happening as Scarlet searched the bed behind him without any hint of grace or subtlety. As soon as he let out a small “Ah ha!” Neptune’s eyes went impossibly wide and he yelped and shot towards Scarlet’s hand.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the sheets and his phone, Scarlet said, “Your nails are still wet!” A diversion tactic.

But it worked. Because Neptune immediately drew back as if he had just touched an open flame.

His roommate held his prize over his head, smirking slyly and staring straight into Neptune’s eyes. Neptune was busy holding his hands awkwardly in the air in front of him to prevent his nails from touching anything. 

“I know you don’t believe me, but I will kill you.” Scarlet raised one eyebrow, clearly doubtful. “I swear to God, I will take one of your shitty pirate swords, and I will kill you. I’ll do it. I know where you sleep.”

“First off, no you won’t. Second, my cutlasses are incredible and how dare you insult them.”

“I will kill you. And no, they’re lame.”

“They are not, but whatever,” Scarlet brushed off, settling against the pillows to type. ‘Sun,’” Scarlet started, his nails clicking on the screen. “No. Too impersonal. Needs a nickname for your man. Sunny. No wait.” A wicked smile spread across his face. “Sunshine.”

At this point, Neptune leapt forward again, arms swinging wildly, but Scarlet darted off the bed and out of the way. “Hi!’” Scarlet continued, reading stiltedly as he typed. “I just wanted to text you about when we were hanging out because I was getting super worried L-M-A-O.”

“Scarlet! I’m going to murder you!”

“Don’t jerk around so much. You’re going to make the polish fall over.”

Neptune risked a glance down and saw the open blue nail polish tilting dangerously from side to side. He snatched it up, screwed the top on securely, and set it on the floor. This, of course, only gave Scarlet more time to type.

“We can do whatever you want, exclamation point winky face. Whatever you want.” He paused. “I added like five A’s to that ‘whatever,’ by the way.”

“Scarlet!” Neptune went to tackle him again, but he stuck out a hand and planted it on his forehead like an older sibling. 

“Get back A-S-A-P. Your bestie, Neptune. Okay, I sent it.” Scarlet released his head and Neptune’s momentum carried him down onto the bed sheets. Scarlet’s laugh sounded borderline demonic when muffled by all the blankets. Full Bond supervillain.

“What the fuck, dude?!” Neptune exclaimed, pushing himself up out of the blankets.

“Nothing was getting done,” Scarlet shrugged, looking thoroughly unbothered. “You can thank me later. Here’s your phone.”

Just as Scarlet tossed Neptune his phone, it vibrated. Neptune tried to shake off his irritation, furiously tamped down his excitement at Sun responding, and pressed his phone up to his face. His stupid glasses had fallen off in the struggle, and the stupid tiny words were too tiny.

Monkey King: yeah sure dude im down!!! i have a great idea for what we can do

Monkey King: meet me outside your dorm in an hour bring ur phone its imporant

Monkey King: *important

Monkey King: nicknames are a go btw?? hell yea boi!!!!!

“He doesn’t have autocorrect turned on,” Neptune said numbly. He was in shock.

“Who the hell does?” Scarlet asked from over his shoulder.

“I do.” Neptune glanced at him before elbowing him away. “Don’t read my texts, man!”

Scarlet crossed his arms. “Hey, I sent the messages. I should at least get to read the response.”

“I didn’t ask you to text him in the first place!”

“Well, at least I got things moving. If I’d left it up to you, nothing would have ever happened. You would have just languished in here until I’d have to call the RA’s to drag your body away.”

“Holy shit,” Neptune nearly dropped his phone, a look of horror spreading across his face.

“What?” Scarlet stopped negging him for once. “What’s wrong?”

“I only have an hour to get dressed!”

“Oh shit.”

[spencerreidisbananas]

Daddy Double: Part One

Authors Note: Okay so this is a fan fiction that I wrote a long time ago and I only wrote a few chapters but I thought I would continue it here. It’s not the best, but it has potential so tell me what you guys think. I will post part chapter two in a couple days!

Description: After being kicked out by her mom because of her failing grades, Sophie is left with no money, food, or place to stay. Her friend Grace finds a great solution to her problems, but is the solution too much? And what happens when it becomes more than a job?

I was dreading this moment when I would have to come home. I have to give my mom my report card. I’m not gonna lie, my grades are pretty terrible which is why I had been avoiding the idea of handing it to her in the first place. Unfortunately for me, my school makes mandatory calls to parents when students grades are below a certain average. I knew my mom was going to kill me.

My mom had never been the best of mom's. Always out all night, whether it be on dates or getting drunk at a bar. I mean hell she was probably off doing some illegal drugs right now. After my dad left us it was always like this.

He left when I was in 8th grade. I came home one day to my mom crying on the couch and most of my dad's stuff gone. I knew that they had been fighting for quite some time, but I didn't think that he would be a dick like that and just leave. He left vacant memories behind. Occasionally my mom would clean the house and find a piece of paper that he wrote or one of his hair brushes. It was never a pretty sight to see when my mom found one of his items.

However grades were always a must in the house. Basically if you had below an A average in the class then you weren't good enough. Throughout all of my school years so far I have been good at keeping them up but I don't want to anymore. I could care less about my grades and what my mom thinks. I know that grades won't get you everywhere in life.

The sound of the last bell rings snapping me out of my own thoughts as I tread out of English class. I will do basically whatever it takes not to get home today. I secretly hope that one of the buses will accidentally run me over or that I will get detention for me breaking the dress code today. However none of that happens. Instead, I find that I have no distractions for me to use to get home later. My friends have already left because they are all in band and on a trip right now. No teacher's seem to care anymore about what I am wearing. I guess they gave up on that when I gave up on my grades.

I find my car in the parking lot and sigh. I guess there is no other point in trying to drag this out. The bad grades have already been done and I am sure my mom has already gotten a call from my school. My best bet is that she is sitting at home drowning herself in beer and trying to figure out what she is gonna do with her horrible daughter.

While at a red light my phone buzzes in my pocket. A smile perks up on my face as I see it's one of my friends Grace. The text reads;

“Good luck with your demon mother today! Text me later of how bad the punishment is.”Of course she would say that. Grace was the support friend that everyone needs in their life. No matter what problem I had she always had a solution. Sometimes those solution may be wild but she was never wrong.

Pulling up into my driveway I see my mom's car is already parked outside. This is rare for her because normally she has already gone out and started drinking. That's how I knew that this fight was going to be a bad one.

When I walked in the house was dead silent except for the low rumble of the washer in the background. There my mom is sitting on the couch with deadlocked eyes at me and a suitcase.

“Sophie can I please have a talk with you?” My mother glares.

“I got a call from the school today.” My mom says.

I gulp and nod knowingly.

“You know I’m sick and tired of you not caring for things after everything I have done for you.”I scoff at the remark, but she doesn't notice. She stands up grabbing the suitcase and starts walking closer.

“ I think it's times that you leave. Move out. Whatever you have to do, but I will not tolerate this kind of disrespect and ungratefulness in my household.” She says with a straight face.

My jaw drops. “ You can’t be serious mom. You can't just kick me out of the house! I’m only seventeen.”

“Exactly! A seventeen year old should not be aloud to act this way. If you don’t want to get the good grades and work for the respect that I don't want you in my house anymore. You have three days to leave.”

With that statement she sets down the suitcase next to me and walks away and into her room.

***********

Immediately I call Grace. I'm freaking out because I never thought my mom would actually kick me out of the house. She answers almost instantaneously just like always.

“So how's the demon of the household?” she says.

“She kicked me out of the house.” I reply

“Wait...really? I mean I knew that she was a shitty mom but I didn't know she was that bad.”

“Yes really. She says that I have three days to pack my stuff up and leave the house. I don't know what to do. I have no money, no job, and I'm failing school!” I exclaim

“ You know that if my parents weren't strict I would let you stay here but they wouldn't allow it. Luckily, you have me who can solve any problem. Give me an hour to think and I'll text you when I have an idea.” She responds

“Thank you Grace. I don't know what I would do without you. Talk to you later, love you.” I sigh.

“Love you too sister”

With that the call ends.

[dominicvail]

thjslove replied to your post

“do you think this could be end in one of them getting killed and...”

omg what CM receipts? ��

@thjslove cm is one of the most convoluted behind the scenes messes i have ever witnessed and i am just Astounded till this day like, i’ll bullet point for you because i Genuinely will be here writing this for 3 hours if i do details;

think of all the female cast members that have ever been on cm?? yeah?? a lot! well, the only ones who left in non suspicious circumstances? Lola Glaudini (elle) and Jennifer Love Hewitt (kate). Literally. The only ones. 

one time (between seasons 8 and 9) they almost cancelled the show because aj cook and kirsten vangsness decided they didn’t like that their male costars were making $70,000 more PER EPISODE than they were (this was back when they did 24 eps a season so like... i’m not gonna do the math but that is A Lot Of Money). (they renewed it last day of renewals, it was the same year cote de pablo walked from ncis because of the same reason, legit the only reason they got anywhere was b/c they said ‘we both get raises or we both walk’. 

btw while this was happening, minus Moore, the rest of the male cast was holding up negotiations so they got perks on top of being paid over 50% more than the women. 

this sequence is the kicker

u know season six, the jj and prentiss absences??? 

it was because they both got fired, listed as ‘creative decisions’ (that’s important later), which basically seemed to amount to ‘we want both less women and for her to be younger than both of you’. 

they fired aj cook flat out as her contract had expired that year, in the middle of a 2 parter, and didn’t even want to let her do an exit???? they legit had to fight for the right to have her to film an exit episode (they negotiatied 3 episodes, one for finishing the 2 parter, one exit, and one for when prentiss exited). 

brewster’s contract had Not expired (also important later), they just only decided she should be in 8 episodes. 

it’s important to the sequence of events that i mention outside influences, b/c the cm fans were PISSED. There was a straight up public outcry, i have Never seen a response like it in my many years of obsessive TV watching. People were Very fond of Prentiss and JJ and were Not impressed they were being booted as unnecessary to the narrative, those pesky creative decisions!!! the petitions and public support towards them were pretty incredible actually. 

by that point there wasn’t much that could be done about Cook, but seeing the response CBS kept making Brewster film Way more than those 8 episodes she got slotted for actively dragging her along, Still fired but p much unable to find other work realistically??? b/c they kept calling her back in???

public support was still Overwhelmingly on the actresses side. 

To the point that CBS started ardently claiming the actresses were fired for Monetary reasons. Yeah, they straight up lied, and still lie about it today. I have seen cbs affiliate websites print said lie bluntly in their articles (i no longer read cbs affiliate anything). 

I listed the pay scandal first for perspective on the money lie. At that point i think the men on the cast were wearing about $110,000 an episode, and it got out Cook was earning about £50,000 an ep, and we never heard about Brewster’s salary But when i say she made a Big Deal over finally getting paid as much as the men in the past couple of years i mean it, so we can assume she was also being paid a lot less. My point being, if they needed to save money, it would have been more profitable for them to fire One man on the show than two women. They pay gap was that much. 

so they lied, still lie, about why they fired them and it wasn’t even a good lie. 

ANYWAY

i know the show’s writing isn’t really applicable but Prentiss and Seaver  were never meant to be main characters on the show together, where they dragged out prentiss’ exit, they overlapped and Rachel Nichols had very little to do. 

Anyway, by the time the late eps of the season were airing (and i assume they looked at how many viewers cut loose when brewster left) cbs straight up rang up aj cook and asked her to sign back on (why she was in the last ep despite only being hired for 3 eps that season). She said she hated them but she had a young kid at the time and regular work that was local was helpful (plus, u know, i bet it was a great ego boost).

the season finishes airing, it goes on hiatus with the cast listed 4 season 7 as the men, garcia, jj and seaver. 

u know how i mentioned paget had a contract for s6 still but they cut her episodes down??? Well, CBS used the fact that they wouldn’t let her work on the show anymore despite being signed on as evidence that she was breaching contract if she didn’t go back as a regular for season 7. They threatened to sue her for breach of contract. The only reason prentiss was in s7 was because they used what they did against her that she had no power over to threaten her. So, u know, super nice. 

meanwhile, they fire rachel nichols, don’t bother to actually tell her they’d done it!!! and she found out on fucking twitter (and rachel is such a nice person, and she was absolutely vilified and abused by every idiot on the internet too thick to realise none of the above was her fault jeez). 

so s7 happens w/ the same cast as before, but brewster will Only work to contract and refuses to sign on again for s8. Understandable, tbh. 

they hire jeanne tripplehorn, fandom is disgusting as usual, like, absolutely vile, not surprised just disappointed. 

at the end of season 9 (they have 2 year contracts so like.. it was the end of her contract), despite everything in the  storyline process indicating otherwise and how much of a farce for her character what went down was... Blake left???? No more Jeanne???

Not one peep from bts over what happened.

if that sounds suspicious to you, it is, one of the crew members let slip they’d all been gagged and were not allowed to talk about it. So cbs learnt it’s lessons in as such that they learnt to hide their shitty actions rather than not do anything shitty.

p sure there was another pay scandal in here somewhere too??? 

in terms of The Gay(tm), Reid was like, conceptualised as bi from the get go but that thing in season one with Lila happened so the execs said he could not possibly be bisexual. Yeah. Yeah u read that right. Most ppl laugh at that one and say uhm do you not know what bi is??? but honestly it was just an excuse they knew full well what they were doing imo

why? they did it again! the writers, producers and Brewster all agreed on a scene where an episode opens w/ prentiss waking up in bed with another woman, guess who nixed it!!!! cbs. They also put a gag order on That little fact too! Kirsten Vangsness, bless her, did a podcast a few years ago on afterellen (before it got fuckawful and was with it’s original owners) and, i’d say ‘let slip’ but she knowingly dropped that truth bomb knowing full well she shouldn’t have. I love her. 

lately they’ve made brewster do “interviews” with some of those cbs affiliates where they try and get points??? for saying prentiss was gonna be gay??? like they’re not the ones removing the rep from the show??? and expecting a pat on the back for... refusing to have any kind of gay rep in a show that is by this point conspicuously straight (not that LA isn’t, but it’s not nearly as bad as cm). 

the whole mess with Gibson is... Wild b/c as much as i Loathe the dude he supposedly attacked cbs would not just fire their white guy show lead for no reason and i didn’t see any above the level sites claim any funny business there, but he got fired and cbs rang up Brewster and asked her to be the show lead which, honestly, after being fired for being old and irrelevant must have been AMAZING.

she also takes the time to point out to anybody who asks about her and aj being fired for money reasons that no, it was not about money at all. She basically calls her bosses out for being liars in public interviews frequently and it’s Amazing. 

i’m sure there’s more crap but i’m not recalling it rn

honestly cm bts drama is Wild and this doesn’t even get into the Patinkin drama (which while drama, is not actually anything to do with cbs). 

Interestingly enough, it’s super hard to find out all this stuff unless u were in the fandom the whole time because they’ve bloody lied So Much it’s all everyone even believes anymore. It’s disgusting. 

Still can’t believe  ncis:la’s female cast has done this well for so long???? These are just CM’s reciepts, they have a history of doing this stuff over and over on multiple shows, i know of it as far back as when trek tng was airing in the 80′s and can name more in between. 

[chenziee]

The Eighth Kidnapping of Eren Jaeger

[read on AO3 || on ff.net] [read from the First one]

Summary: The 10 times Eren gets kidnapped, with varying degrees of severity to the crime and some repeated offenders. (Erwin didn’t sign up for this.) Pairing: Levi/Eren Additional tags: Canon Verse, Humor, Parody(?), Fluff, Collars & Leashes Chapter Words: 3386

“Erwin, I’m back.”

The great Commander Erwin Smith looked up from whatever his great mind was scheming on the papers spread all over his table at the sound of the door to the sacred grounds of his office being thrown open without any consideration of the fact that it was most probably closed for a reason. There were only two people who dared to do stuff like this and Hanji left his door wide open after taking off to her laboratory some twenty minutes prior. That had to mean Levi was back from his trip to town to buy whatever he so desperately needed (probably just some cleaning supplies).

The voice that followed only confirmed his fears and made him sigh deeply. This would not be a pleasant conversation.

“Hello, Levi. It took you a while. Did you at least get everything you wanted when you spent the whole day on it?” Erwin asked pleasantly, making a light jab at the length of Levi’s trip. If he let Levi know he had hoped it would take him an hour or two more, it would raise questions.

“I had to choose carefully,” Levi explained, voice as indifferent as ever. Erwin was puzzled by the lazy smirk that appeared on his face, however. Just what did he go shopping for? “With some things you just have to take your time. But I think I got it perfect.” Levi waved a dismissive hand before he turned around to leave. “Well, I only came to let you know. I’ll leave you with your shit.”

“Levi,” Erwin called after him, intending to tell him his secret before Levi found out for himself, but stopped himself when Levi looked back at him.

“What?” the Captain asked impatiently when Erwin didn’t continue.

However amazing of a strategist and rhetor the great Commander was, he didn’t know how to gently tell Levi what happened while he was gone. One wrong word and it would end in a bloodbath and the capital getting a wind of this... situation, making big trouble for everyone involved.

The two man stared at each other, one expecting, the other making calculations in his head before reaching a decision. If he didn’t say anything, maybe Levi wouldn’t find out until it was too late to do anything about it.

So Erwin only shook his head. “No... It’s nothing.”

Levi raised his eyebrows at that but throughout the years he’d learned not to question Erwin. “I’m going then.”

“Sure.”

“Oh, by the way, do you know where the shitty brat is? I need to see him.”

Erwin closed his eyes. To think he was so close to escaping this talk... It was already dark, so maybe only a few minutes more and he – they would have been fine...

“Erwin?” There was suspicion in his voice. The Commander didn’t need to look to know Levi was glaring at him with his eyes narrowed dangerously.

Finally, after a long pause, Erwin opened him mouth. “Eren isn’t here.”

“He what?” Levi growled menacingly.

“He, uh, got dragged off...? Or maybe kidnapped? It happened some two hours after you left,” Erwin tried to explain carefully, eyeing Levi for any signs of him going off on a murder spree. He wasn’t reaching for his blades, probably only because he didn’t have them on him, but there was a fire of fury in Levi’s eyes. Maybe he should have been more specific...

“Care to explain to me just why is nobody doing anything about the fact that the one kid that can’t be left unsupervised is left to be kidnapped?” The calmness in his voice in contrast to the look in his eyes was terrifying, Erwin thought absentmindedly.

“It was not like I could do anything about it. But I sent Mike and Mikasa with him in case something happened. They are the best alternative to you,” he added quickly, trying to soften the blow.

Levi clicked his tongue, crossing his arms on his chest. “I’m not following. Stop spouting shit and just tell me what happened.”

Erwin leaned back in his chair, thinking briefly about how to approach the issue as the situation was risky enough without a pissed off Levi thrown into the mix. “Okay, well... As I said, after you left, Commander Dot Pixis arrived. Personally. He wanted us to let him borrow Eren for the day.”

“What the fuck? What did he want him for and what the fuck were you thinking just agreeing to it?” Levi frowned as he listened to Erwin’s shortened version of the happenings.

“He’s trying to make Trost into a functional city again as soon as possible,” Erwin sighed as he folded his hands in front of him. “Apparently, there were still pieces of the wall that were too big to move with his people alone. So he came to the conclusion that the easiest solution would be to get Eren to do the job. I complied because I need to stay on Pixis’ good side. You know that.”

Levi’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, closely watching Erwin’s expression. “Just what are you planning, really?”

Erwin just smiled and shook his head. “It’s all too soon to tell you anything right now. You know that too, Levi.”

“Whatever,” Levi muttered with a roll of his eyes before he returned to the issue at hand. “What are you going to do if something happens? Or if the Military police finds out about this shit? And that I wasn’t even there when I’m supposed to watch him 24/7?”

“You went to town and left him here,” Erwin pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

Levi scowled at his friend, biting out, “That’s not the fucking point.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Erwin noted offhandedly, continuing quickly when Levi opened his mouth to retort. “But to answer your question, we’re just going to hope nothing does happen.”

“I don’t like this at all,” Levi sighed as he threw himself (gracefully) into the chair on the other side of Erwin’s desk, crossing his legs and throwing his arm over the backrest. “Of course something will fucking happen.”

“Oh? I thought you had more faith in Eren,” Erwin questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.

“This isn’t about Eren,” the other said sharply, looking thoroughly irritated. “For fuck’s sake, it’s Dot fucking Pixis, Erwin. Don’t you try to tell me you haven’t seen the kid when he gets drunk.”

Erwin laughed out loud at that. “Well, to be completely honest, Eren being drunk is hardly a problem for us. Or the Garrison for that matter.” Erwin felt a smirk tug on his lips as Levi clicked his tongue again, his scowl deepening. “The only people a drunk Eren causes problems for are himself and people suffering from second-hand embarrassment, which is not a problem the garrison people would have. And lastly, you.”

“Yes. Because I’ll be the one forced to deal with all of his bullshit. Again.”

Erwin smiled knowingly. “You don’t mind all that much so stop acting like you do. You’re not fooling anyone anyway.”

“Shut the fuck up, Erwin.”

Erwin raised his hands in mock-surrender but the sly, knowing smile stayed where it was.

Levi just glared at him harder, not really having anything to say in his defence.

With perfect timing, there was a knock on the door only a second later and Erwin immediately gave permission to enter. The door opened to reveal Mike, who didn’t lose any time in addressing the Commander.

“We’re back. Nothing... of significance happened,” he announced as his eyes flickered towards Levi and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Levi already feared the worst.

“Good. I don’t need any reports on this so if that’s all, you’re both dismissed.” Erwin said, although he threw his ‘you better stay right where you are’ look at Mike who only sniffed in response, not moving a muscle otherwise.

Levi on the other hand immediately shot up and took off.

“They’re still in the stables!” Mike called after Levi before the door slammed shut behind him. Then he made a bee-line for the chair the Captain vacated a second ago. He just had to share the new priceless pieces of information he had obtained while on this mission with his, dare he say, best friend.

(He had to share with someone and even Levi had to admit Erwin was a better choice than Hanji. See how considerate he was?)

(Not like he had a choice in this matter if Erwin had anything to say about it either way.)

Levi arrived to the stables some minutes later and what he found there was both better and worse than could be. There was Eren, laughing like a maniac, throwing hay everywhere. (Levi made a mental note to make sure the brat would clean that up as soon as he’s thinking straight again.) And then there was Mikasa, looking somewhere between exasperated, sick, and murderous.

“Definitely murderous,” mumbled Levi to himself when their eyes met.

He was convinced she was going to punch him right then and there but contrary to all the signs, she only strode quickly towards Eren, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him over to Levi, speaking up in a deceivingly nonchalant tone.

“I’m not dealing with this any longer. He’s all yours.” With that she dropped Eren on him before she continued in a low, menacing growl. “For now. The two of us are definitely having a talk in the morning.”

Levi groaned inwardly and wondered just what shit was the brat spouting in his inebriated state this time. “Fine. Just don’t believe everything he’s told you. It was definitely heavily exaggerated,” he told her seriously, gesturing vaguely at Eren where he was hanging over one of Levi’s arms, still chuckling. Just how much damage had been done on him?

Eren suddenly fell silent, cocking his head to the side, apparently deep in thought. Levi would think he looked cute if he weren’t so done with him already. Then Eren opened his mouth. “Levi? I hear Levi. I must be hallucinating. He’s left me after all...” He sniffed lightly at the end.

Levi rolled his eyes before giving Mikasa a see-what-I-told-you look. “I’m right here, brat,” he sighed, defeat in his voice.

Eren raised his (considerably teary) eyes to look at his beloved superior. For a long moment he only stared at him blankly but then he suddenly burst into tears and threw himself around a very, very annoyed Levi’s neck, sobbing uncontrollably. “Levi! I missed you so much! Why’d you leave me like that?! What have I done wrong? Please, I beg of you, don’t ever leave me again!”

Levi was ready to just kill the stupid brat and spare himself the torture but he didn’t have any sharp objects on him, so that option was out. Which meant he could only suffer through this silently until Eren either calmed down, sobered up, or passed out. Whichever came first.

Deciding he’d rather have no witnesses, he picked the still wailing Eren up, heading back to the castle with him.

Faintly, he could hear Mikasa yelling at him from where he had left her, “We’re still having that talk tomorrow!”

He groaned, not looking forward to that particular conversation. If he at least knew what it would be about exactly, he could work on his plan of defence or something. And he would probably need one since even though Eren exaggerated (incredibly so) when he was drunk, he never lied.

He knew that and Mikasa likely did, too. And she was obviously out for blood. But he’d have to worry about her later. Now he had a drunk brat making a scene out of nothing to take care of.

Joy.

At least he could safely say that his suffering would be worth it when Eren wakes up in the morning.

Levi was just finishing dressing up the next morning when he heard a quiet groan coming from his bed.

“You awake, brat? Good, you have some stables to clean as soon as you get up,” he said offhandedly as he tied his cravat.

“Levi...?” Eren rasped, not even bothering to look up. “I don’t... I don’t think I can. I feel sick. My head is killing me... God, I feel really sick.”

Levi shot a look over his shoulder and was graced with the sight of Eren shoving his face under the pillow. “Don’t you dare throw up on my bed. There’s some water on the bed-side table.”

Eren groaned again in response, not moving an inch for a bit but then his hand went to reach blindly for said water. After he drained the whole cup in one go, he mumbled a thank you to Levi and promptly fell right back into the warm and not moving (as opposed to the rest of the room) bed.

Levi suppressed a smile at the sight, instead taking care to sound every bit the Captain he was when he urged, “Come on, brat. Get up. Having a hangover doesn’t excuse you from your duties.”

“I’m trying, okay?” Eren mumbled into his pillow without moving a muscle.

“Certainly doesn’t seem like it,” Levi noted with a raised eyebrow.

“Okay, okay. Just please stop talking so loudly...” Eren whimpered pathetically before he slowly started disentangling himself from the sheets, the bed creaking with the movement, making Eren wince. However, as soon as he went to get up, all sounds were drowned in a loud clang followed by a yelp.

Levi smirked as he looked back at Eren. “Oops. Forgot about that.” It didn’t sound like he did. “Like your gift, Eren?”

“Wh-wh... What the fuck is this?!” Eren whisper-screamed as he tugged violently at the leash tied to the bed on one end and attached to a collar comfortably sitting around his neck on the other.

Levi watched impassively as Eren struggled with his restraints, commenting in a lazy drawl, “Why are you so surprised? I told you the bell was only a temporary measure.”

“Are you being serious right now?” Eren sked, gaping at his so-called lover.

“Absolutely. You’re not allowed to take the collar off unless you’re taking a shower. And the leash isn’t leaving my hand unless we’re going on an expedition since that would be impractical.”

“What the fuck, Levi?! I never agreed to this! And Mikasa won’t agree either and I know you’d rather not physically fight with her! Ah, shit...” Eren ended his tirade in a pained moan as he clutched his head in a desperate attempt to keep it from breaking apart. He really needed to stop shouting...

Levi’s smirk only widened when his next words left his mouth. “Sorry to break it to you, but it was originally Mikasa’s idea.”

Eren squinted up at him in what appeared to be a pitiful attempt to form a glare as he found himself unable to produce a single sound at the news of his own sister’s betrayal.

Levi took in the sight of Eren sitting there, complete with bed-hair, messed up clothes, a broken expression on his pretty face, wearing a collar... He had to admit he liked what he was seeing. He liked what he was seeing very much.

“You know, you look really sexy like this. I must say, I chose well. It suits you perfectly. It was definitely worth it, spending all day looking for a nice one,” Levi said in a gentle voice as he affectionately stroked Eren’s cheek.

The boy involuntarily blushed but he still huffed angrily, scowling at his lover. “Is looking good in a collar supposed to make me feel happy?” He paused as the implication of Levi’s words sunk in. “Wait, you mean you went to the town just because you wanted to buy me a damn collar?”

“Yes. But I also restocked on cleaning supplies while I was at it,” Levi replied as he moved his hand up from Eren cheek to brush back his hair. Eren didn’t even realize he leaned up to the touch while he rolled his eyes over Levi’s cleaning obsession.

“Of course you did. You didn’t even need any, did you? They just called out to you,” he said in a mocking tone.

Levi smacked him lightly on the shoulder. (He wanted to kick him in the stomach for that cheek but decided against it at the last moment. The kid was having a nasty hangover. In his room. On his bed.) “So what if they did?” he huffed, trying hard to sound irritated.

Eren pouted as he rubbed at the sore spot and Levi shot him a glare for good measure. Was it his fault he felt better when he was absolutely sure there always was something to clean with if needed? No. No, it was not. In fact, everyone should be feeling that way.

Eren just rolled his eyes again as he reached up to get rid of the humiliating piece of leather still adoring his neck. But before he could even touch it, both his hands were slapped away and Levi was looking down at him with that reprimanding look of his.

Eren stared up at him in disbelief. “You’re really, really going to make me go through with this?”

“Yes. And don’t give me that look,” Levi said, crossing his arms, looking down at Eren sternly. “You shouldn’t have gotten yourself lost so many times. I’m just trying to protect you. God knows what could happen next time. And besides,” Levi paused, showing off an evil smirk as he continued. “Yesterday you begged me so passionately not to leave you again. I’m just fulfilling your wish.”

Eren paled for a second before a furious blush slowly spread across his face and he slumped back onto the bed, effectively hiding his burning face in Levi’s pillow again. “Don’t tell me any more. I don’t wanna hear it.”

“Oh, don’t worry, you will hear more whether you like it or not. Mikasa’s ‘having a talk with us’,” Levi said, making air quotes with his fingers even though Eren couldn’t see him. “Or with me, but that means you, too, now,” he elaborated, tugging lightly on the leash to prove his point.

“Oh god... Just kill me now...” Eren begged, sounding very much in despair.

“No can do. You have to clean up the shit you made in the stables first. And save humanity,” he added as an afterthought.

“Fuck humanity. Fuck the stables. I feel too sick to move. God knows what I told Mikasa yesterday. I have a damn collar around my neck. What the hell happened to me over night?” Eren whined with his face still buried deep in the pillow.

“Alcohol,” Levi told him easily, sounding amused, before his tone turned serious. “But you will clean the stables or I will make you.”

“Don’t you care about humanity?”

“Not particularly, no.”

“Don’t you care about me? Don’t you love me anymore?” Eren cracked open one eye, peering up at him accusingly, a pout on his lips.

Levi rolled his eyes at Eren’s dramatics. “This and that are two completely unrelated things.”

Eren huffed, stuffing his head back into the pillow, mumbling, “You’re too mean. I hate you.”

Levi couldn’t help but smile at the childishness. He leaned down and gave Eren an affectionate kiss on his temple. “Love you, too. Now get moving. First breakfast, then cleaning. Training in the afternoon.”

“......I’m definitely gonna throw up.”

“Then you’re cleaning that, too. Just don’t do it anywhere near here. I’m hungry, Eren. Shower. Now,” Levi directed, taking off the collar.

“Ugh...” Eren groaned in frustration and pain as he forced his heavy body up to a sitting position. Where it stayed. It was progress, at least, right?

Levi didn’t think it being enough of a progress, however. He ruffled his (already messy enough) hair and started petting it again before looking into Eren’s glassy eyes, and he added mercilessly. “Come on, brat. That was an order.”

Eren groaned, glaring at Levi half-heartedly, and mumbled. “I really do hate you. That’s abuse of power.”

“If this is hate, I don’t think I want to know what love would mean to you,” replied the older man fondly as he watched Eren close his eyes and lean into his gentle scratching shamelessly.

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Ice Cream and a Joint: Elliot x Reader

A/N: Hey guys I’m v sorry for my absence as of late. I’ve been going through a kind of shitty breakup and generally just a rough patch in my overall mental health. I’ve been trying so hard to write but I just can’t. But finally, tonight I managed to get something finished! I have a feeling you guys are gonna enjoy it.

 This is a response to multiple requests, which I can’t name bc it’ll ruin the fic lol.

Warnings: Explicit. Sexual. Content. Bitches.

 It’s eight o’clock on a quiet Wednesday, the just-visible sun still providing some warmth to your skin. You’re on the pier waiting, unsure what the evening would bring. Wednesday was a good day for you. It was halfway through the work week, your stress levels were relatively low, and your plans were almost certain to put you in a good mood.

 A warm breeze ruffles your hair and the thigh-length dress you’re wearing. You cross and uncross your legs somewhat uncomfortably. You’d made a risky choice in underwear, or lack thereof, and virtually everything was a reminder. But the reason you made such a decision was walking towards you with his hands shoved awkwardly in his pockets.

 The slowly setting sun bathed the pier in a golden light that tinged Elliot’s washed out complexion a gorgeous olive tone that it probably would be if he spent more time outside. He’d donned his usual black hoodie and jeans, but to your surprise, it was unzipped. Underneath, he wore a grey t-shirt that as he got closer, you noted it had a few miniscule holes towards the bottom.

 His steps slowed as he reached your spot on the pier, and rifled in his pocket for his pack of cigarettes. He shook one out for himself and angled the pack towards you in a silent offer. You took one and smiled your thanks. He handed you a lighter, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get the flame to  stay for long enough thanks to the breeze.

 Elliot took the lighter back from you with a cautious, jerky hand movement. He put his own cigarette between his chapped lips and successfully lit it within seconds. He then hands it to you, smiling sheepishly.

“Thanks.” You grin, passing him the one you were unable to light.

“Yeah it’s a shitty lighter.”

 Smoke billowing between the two of you, you began to stroll up the wooden boardwalk. It had been a few days since you’d seen Elliot, or spoken to him for that matter. Eventually you’d swallowed your nerves and called him to check he was okay. He didn’t answer the first time and your confidence was almost knocked, but you’d tried again and on the fourth ring, he’d answered.

 His slow, sensual, drawl had flown from the receiver like a river over gravel.

“Y/N?” He’d croaked.

“Elliot?” Silence followed. “Are you okay?”

“As I’ll ever be.” Was his sarcastic reply. It was often difficult to discern his sarcasm due to his monotonous voice and typically expressionless neutral face. You chuckled and then made the jump.

 “Wanna go for a walk tomorrow evening?”

“Sure.” “At eight?”

“Ok. See you.”

 It was such a short exchange but it left your heart racing with excitement.

 And here you were, smoking a cigarette while enjoying the view with Elliot.

“Shall we walk?” You suggest and he nods.

“That is what you invited me to do, after all.” His joke warms your insides, it had taken so long for him to break the boundary of just necessary conversation.

 “So how’ve you been? Hadn’t seen you in a while so I thought I’d…” You gesture between the two of you. “Yeah.” Elliot exhales his drag before responding.

“I’ve been better… Work, stuff, you know.” He explains vaguely. You know this is as close to an admission that he’d been having a hard time, but it was all you needed to understand.

 “I get it. But hey, you know I have no life. We can always just go for a walk when shit gets rough.” You tell him, smiling genuinely. Elliot switches his gaze from the floor to you, and his lips quirk at the edges.

“Yeah. Thanks.” His shoulder brushes against you and he doesn’t flinch. You wonder if maybe it had been intentional?

 “So… What have you been doing?” Elliot asks, surprising you a little with his outward interest.

“Well, uh, same old really. Wake up, eat, work, eat, sleep, repeat.” Elliot smiles knowingly.

“Maybe we both needed this.” He murmurs, his voice almost lost in the breeze.

 “Needed what?” You press, not particularly sure what he’s referring to.

“A break from routine.” He gestures between the two of you.

“Yeah, this is nice.” You grin, allowing him to see just how glad you are that he’d agreed to meet. “Is there anything you actually wanna do or are we cool just walking?”

 Elliot shrugs.

“We could get ice cream.” He suggests, an impish smile on his tired features.

“Really Elliot? Ice cream?” You laugh. He continues to smile, eyes trained on the floor as he shakes his head. “Sounds good to me.” “Cool.” He replies, then rummages for something in his pocket.

 He procures the pack of cigarettes and pulls something out. From afar, you wouldn’t know it wasn’t just a cig, but from your vantage point, you could see it was hand rolled.

“Ice cream and a joint. You know me a little too well.” Elliot smiles again, breaking some kind of record.

 “Logically, it’s a great combination.”

 The two of you make your way down to the end of the pier where there was a small ice cream shop. It’s set up in the style of a kiosk with a few small tables littered around the front of it. Already seated are two other couples and a group of presumably teenagers. You approach the kiosk and peruse the flavours, which are changed weekly bar classic chocolate and vanilla.

 Elliot lingers behind you, not particularly favouring the harsh light of the freezers. You settle on two scoops of a flavour you’d tried at this same spot a while ago then wait for Elliot to place his order. He goes for double chocolate, then pays for the two of you before you can protest.

 “And now for the perfect spot.” You announce, and lead him a little further down where there are some benches. You’re surprised to find that there’s no one else seated on the few benches that line each side of the pier, so you and Elliot select one and take a seat. Elliot hands you his ice cream while he grabs the joint and the lighter.

 Just as he goes to take it back you lick it slowly, relishing in the shock that crosses his features. But you don’t get to enjoy it for long, as he shocks you back by leaning over and taking a lick of yours too.

“Well I wasn’t expecting that.” You burst out laughing.

“Legally speaking, I own that ice cream.” He counters, eyebrow cocked in jest.

 Your mouth drops at his comeback and he simply smirks, placing the joint between his lips. You’re relieved to see him joking around, after his silence you weren’t sure what this evening was going to be like. It seemed as though he might have needed some time with another human being that wasn’t going to judge him or press him for information.

 As it turns out, weed and ice cream is a great pairing. After a particularly deep drag, you could soothe the burn in the back of your throat with some cold sweetness. You glance over at Elliot, he’s staring out into the sunset which is almost over, and while entranced in his appearance, a gust of wind flies up the skirt of your dress.

 You let out a yelp and Elliot looks over at you before you can push the fabric down again. His eyes go wide and his head snaps in the other direction.

“Sorry.” He mutters. Your cheeks are burning in embarrassment, you have no idea why you thought this was a good idea.

“No, no, Elliot, it’s fine. It’s my fault, I don’t know why I did it-“

 “You did it on purpose?” He interrupts.

“What? I don’t control the wind El-“

“That’s not what I meant.” You sit staring back at him, gaping slightly.

“Yes.” You finally manage to respond. Elliot shifts, licking his lips unconsciously. You noticed he did that a lot, especially when he was thinking about something particularly perplexing.

 “I don’t mind.” He says, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had settled between the two of you. Your jaw drops but you shut it almost immediately. You’d had your fair share of moments with Elliot where he was more physically comfortable than usual, or with anyone else for that matter, but you weren’t really sure what it meant.

 Maybe this was it.

“Do you have to go to work early tomorrow?” He asks, he seems to be trying hard to keep himself composed but the breathlessness in his voice gives him away.

“No, not really.” You answer quicker than what could be considered anything but eager. He senses this.

 “You can come over if you want.” He offers.

“Is that what you want?”

“I’m asking you.” His assertiveness is uncharacteristic, but it flips a switch within you.

“Yes.”

 The two of you practically run hand in hand off the pier and hail a cab. Once seated inside, Elliot interlinks his fingers with yours. He stares straight ahead, his expression serious, like a child not wanting to be caught doing something bad. It’s fucking adorable. The time it takes to reach his apartment is laughable, you could have walked, but the tension between you was about to snap.

 Upon entering his building, you wait for him to take the lead up the stairs, but something dark glints in Elliot’s eyes. “You first. Fourth floor.” He instructs. You hesitate, knowing damned well that from his angle he’d be able to see everything, but wasn’t this exactly why you chose this outfit? You wanted to be seductive, you didn’t think you’d achieve it, but Elliot was handing you the opportunity on a silver platter.

 So you smile innocently back at him, then begin the ascent. There’s a sharp intake of breath from behind you, and the heat between your legs increases. You’re now certain that he can see, and you’re hyper aware of his gaze on your inner thighs and what lays between them.

 But you continue upwards, slowly becoming confident in yourself, knowing just how turned on Elliot is merely by view up your skirt. Quicker than you’d like, you reach the fourth floor and Elliot unlocks his apartment. He ignores his dog as he leads you to his bedroom, closing the door much to the animal’s confusion.

 Awkwardness returns as you’re faced with the reality of the situation. After much tiptoeing around each other you’re now face to face in his bedroom with both your intentions blindingly clear. There are only two options; run, or continue. You choose the latter, dropping the straps of your dress. It falls to the floor far too quickly and Elliot’s eyes practically pop out of their sockets.

 “You were like that the entire time we were together…” He whispers, then sits on the edge of his bed. You smile sheepishly and nod. He shrugs his hoodie off and places it on the other side of the bed. He reaches out, fingers visibly shaking. He pauses before he actually touches your skin, still unsure how you could want this with him.

 You take the plunge, throwing a leg either side of his thighs and sitting on his lap. Like a dehydrated man confronted with an oasis, Elliot grips your waist with bruising strength. He begins kissing your neck and chest hungrily, you’re shocked by his force, but you certainly don’t resent it. You lean into his touch, your breasts brushing his cheeks. Elliot licks a long stripe from your sternum up to your collarbone.

 “Fuck.” He mutters, unable to get enough of you.

“Are you gonna leave me the only one naked?” You ask him bashfully. He shakes his head and pulls his t-shirt off hurriedly. You stand up, walking over to where he’d put his hoodie. Elliot freezes, watching you pick it up with unwavering intensity.

 You gently fold it over the back of the door of his closet, and smile reassuringly.

“We’re gonna need this whole bed.” You tell him, and he lets out a sigh of what appears to be relief. You lay back onto his pillows and watch him undo his converse and step out of his jeans. You can’t take your eyes off the way the muscles in his shoulders flex.

 He finally in only his boxers, he crawls up and over you, and resumes sucking and biting on the skin of your neck and décolletage. You begin to let out low moans, running your hands up and down Elliot’s back. He comes up, his lips brushing your ear.

“Can I eat you out?”

 Your breath catches in your throat at his request, mouth slightly open.

“Y/N? Did I say something wrong?” You laugh breathily.

“Not at all, just unusual for a guy to do that… Let alone ask to do it.” You admit. Elliot frowns down at you.

“They should always ask…” He pauses, evidently wondering whether or not to say what else was on his mind.

 “Besides, who wouldn’t want to taste you?” He doesn’t wait to see your reaction to his words, he simply backs up on his haunches and gently parts your legs a little further.

“Jesus Christ Elliot, this is a big jump from tasting my ice cream.” You joke as he plants rough kisses on your inner thighs. The breath from Elliot’s silent laugh sends goose bumps all over your legs. He slowly begins to lick your swollen clit, gripping your thighs tightly when your hips buck up. He switches from dipping his tongue inside you to flicking your clit rapidly with the tip of it. The man isn’t just good with computers.

 “Tastes better than the ice cream.” He mutters, then slides two fingers inside you before you can respond.

“Fuuuuuuuuck Elliot.” You whine as he thrusts his fingers in and out, curved in a way that hit your spot every time. You look down at him and realise his grey green eyes are staring right into yours. From your vantage point, you can’t see much, but you can see glimpses of his tongue playing with your clit as he fingers you.

 He takes his time, you’re sure his jaw must ache, but he doesn’t seem to care as he watches you writhe against his sheets. One hand grips the pillow your head rests on while the other is tangled in his short hair. He flattens his tongue against your clit, moving it side to side rapidly, and ups the assault against your g spot.

 Your own orgasm takes you by surprise, convulsing against the mattress as Elliot helps you through your high, your eyes rolling back into your skull. When you’re finally able to think coherently, you realise you feel damper than usual. You sit up, Elliot is grinning. His face is practically shining with glee, and something else that’s dripping from his chin.

 “I didn’t know you were a squirter.”

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Alcohol is definitely not part of my plan for getting Maggie to loosen up today. What I’m not expecting is for Maggie to take it upon herself to down three shots of White Water vodka in just a few minutes.

“Going a little hard there, aren’t you, Mags?”

She shrugs as a giggle slips from her sexy throat. “You’re driving, not me.”

I chuckle. “That’s presumptuous of you. Who said I was driving you home?”

This time, she glares and steps right up until she’s under my nose. “This is a pretty shitty date if you’re not even going to drive me home.”

A laugh bursts straight from my chest. “Who said we’re on a date?”

She tilts her head and practically purrs. “You did offer me your extra ticket to the game, one you would have otherwise used to bribe one of these poor women to go on a date with you—which, by the way, makes me some sort of saint. So yes, this is a date.”

“You going to put out afterwards too?”

Her lips curl up at the corners. “Not a chance in hell.”

That makes me grin. “Then our definitions of date are very different.”

Maggie snorts. “Who are you kidding? We both know you won’t let me find a different ride home after the game.”

When she bats her eyes up at me playfully and knowingly, something catches in my chest. We both know she’s not wrong.

We walk to the stadium with Monica, Chloe, Gavin, and the rest of our friends. Then we detach when we get to the concession stand near where our seats are.

“Want something to eat or drink?” I ask her.

Maggie looks up at the board then tells me she wants a beer but nothing else. I order two hot dogs, two beers, and a pretzel, then we make our way to our row. Monica’s seats are an entire section down and to the right of us.

“Here.” I shove a hot dog in front of Maggie’s nose. “You should eat something.”

She makes a face and pushes the hot dog away. “I can’t eat that. Do you know how many toxins are in that thing?”

I shrug and stuff half of a dog into my mouth, chew, swallow, and take a sip of beer. “Probably just as much as those three White Water shots you took back in the beer garden.”

“Yeah, well, I’m here, aren’t I? Now you and my sister can shut up about the Seattle experience. After today, not another word.”

I grin. “You ain’t seen nothing like it, babe.”

“Stop calling me babe.”

“Why? I thought you were my date.”

She rolls her eyes, causing me to laugh.

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“You are such a cocky one, aren’t you?”

I grin. “You have no idea.”

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a drive home || Dan Howell

A/N: This was requested by the lovely @shyecti. what an amazing idea!

Word Count: 1.5K

POV: Reader + Dan

MASTERLIST

Let me tell you something, parties are normally not my thing. Not at all actually. The loud music, the crowds of people I barely know, it just doesn’t sound that good to me.

But from time to time, even I needed a little party just to let loose for once. My week had been shitty to say the least. My college professor told me that I did awful on our last test, I nearly got fired from my job at this little restaurant and my best friend broke up with her long-term boyfriend and she needed me 24/7 for emotional support now.

“A frat party? Really Jo?” I asked my friend and rolled my eyes at her.

I had dressed up quite decently, I thought to myself as I kept walking towards the entrance of a big house at the end of the street. Joanne was right next to me and she didn’t look like crying for once.

“C’mon I really need some hot guys and a huge amount of alcohol to distract me from thinking about Aaron.” She explained showing me her big brown puppy dog eyes.

Jo knew that I wasn’t the biggest party goer in history but I had been to some epic parties with her. We still laugh at those memories from time to time.

“I guess one little frat party won’t hurt.” I gave in with a smile.

My best friend started grinning as we walked through the entrance door together.

There were so many people and my first instinct was to grab Jo’s hand. Guys I had never seen before greeted us with a dumb smirk as we pushed past them.

The frat house we were in was filled with boys and girls around our age. Some of them were dancing to a fast beat. ‘I’m not much of a dancer, really.’ I thought to myself as I saw their sweaty bodies.

No matter where me and Jo went there was always alcohol and some drunk guys who would try to start a conversation by slurring a few words.

“I didn’t miss the smell of booze and weed at all!” I shouted over the loud music, Joanne nodded in agreement and laughed at my disgusted face.

“Don’t be such a party pooper, Y/L/N!” Colby, a guy I had a few classes with, suddenly exclaimed as he surprised me by putting one of his arms on my shoulder.

“She is just awful, isn’t she?!” Colby asked Joanne and she just laughed. I knowingly rolled my eyes as I mouthed ‘maybe sometimes’.

“Is anyone up for a little dance?” he then asked and I could tell that he had his eyes set on Jo.

She didn’t seem uninterested in him either. Before she said ‘yes’ she quickly shot me a questioning look. At least she was making sure if I was okay with her leaving my side.

I just grinned and nodded as if I was saying ‘Go for it girl’.

As soon as I stopped moving my head up and down I heard her shout ‘I’d love to dance’ right before she took Colby’s arm. He happily smiled down at her.

“Sorry Y/N, but it’s not my fault that you have such a pretty friend.”

With that the two got lost in the crowd of dancing people. Left all alone I examined the dimly lit room. I had never seen so many drunk people in one house before.

Since I didn’t really know what to do or where to go, I just went straight to the bar and set down on one of the stools.

I got myself my first drink of the night and after I had finished it, I already felt a little bit more comfortable here.

Dan’s POV

“Sucks to be you!” Colby, one of my best friends laughed at me, shortly before he downed a tequila shot.

“I hate that stuff so much.” He then cursed as he bit into a slice of lime.

“I’m pretty sure that I’ll be saying that to you tomorrow morning when your head feels like it’s going to explode.” I smugly told him as I petted his back.

I was the designated driver in my group of friends tonight. So, no drinking for me. Of course, it sucked a little bit but one doesn’t need alcohol to have fun, right?

“Wow, do you see that girl in that red dress?” Colby suddenly grabbed the sleeve of my shirt and discreetly pointed at somebody to our left.

My eyes scanned the room and I spotted the girl Colby was talking about. But then my eyes landed on the girl next to her. It was Y/N. She looked as beautiful as ever tonight. It had been quite a while since I last saw her. We had gone to the same high school and I had a crush on her since I started my freshman year. We weren’t really friends back then, I’d say we were a little bit more than acquaintances. Unfortunately, we chose different colleges and I barely saw her now.

“Do you see the girl next to her? That’s her. That’s Y/N.” I excitedly told Colby whose eyes widened.

“This is the girl you have been talking about? The one you like since you are 15?”

‘Since you were 15’ It sounded ridiculous but I just couldn’t help it. I haven’t been able to forget about Y/N since I saw her for the first time.

“The one and only.” I whispered and kept staring at her from afar.

“Bro, you need to talk to her. Tonight is your chance!” Colby literally shouted and although I knew that he was right, I also got extremely nervous.

“I’ll talk to Y/N if you talk to her friend in the red dress.” I challenged my friend.

He looked a little bit startled at first but then he started grinning.

“Deal.” He said confidently as he shook my hand and walked straight towards her.

Y/N’s POV

“Hey beautiful.” I heard somebody say, making me look up. At first I didn’t know if those words were meant for me but than a dark-haired boy sat down on the bar stool next to me.

I blushed a little bit, noticing that he was really good looking.

“Do I know you?” I asked him with a polite smile.

“I don’t think so, but I’d really like to change that.” he grinned and held out his hand.

“I’m Dylan, nice to meet you.” He introduced himself as we shook hands.

“Y/N” I said, glad that I wasn’t all by myself anymore.

He seemed to be a really nice guy and the fact that he was so openly flirting with me kinda appealed to me somehow.

“Why is a pretty girl like you sitting here all alone?” Dylan wanted to know and I explained to him that I was just here because of my friend and that I wanted her to have fun tonight because she needed it.

“I feel like you deserve a little bit of fun too.” Dylan told me and smiled, showing me his pearly white teeth.

I thought about what he said for a while until I realized that he was right. After a horrible week like that fun was exactly what I needed.

“Let me buy you a drink, Y/N.”

Dan’s POV

Colby actually talked to Y/N’s friend and it really seemed like they totally hit it off. I watched them dance for a while until I had finally gathered enough courage to talk to Y/N.

I searched for her around the house and finally spotted her at the bar after nearly twenty minutes. As I approached her I noticed a guy sitting next to her. My heart sunk. I was too late.

I cursed under my breath as I heard Y/N giggle at something the guy said. From what I could tell she was pretty drunk. She was constantly giggling and shouting random things.

I was absolutely devastated. After all this time, I had the chance to finally talk to her again and now this random frat boy was relentlessly flirting with her in front of my eyes.

My blood was boiling and I was just mad at everybody and everything. Instead of just forgetting about it though, I just stood in the corner of the room and stared at them. I was holding a red solo cup that was filled with just water although I really wanted to get drunk, but after all I was still the designated driver and god, I couldn’t wait to get home.

After nearly an hour of me dwelling in my misery I decided to check up on Colby but as soon as I started walking towards the dance floor I heard something that made me spin around again.

“I said No, Dylan! Do you understand that? No!”

Y/N was shouting and the guy, Dylan apparently, was extremely close to her.

“C’mon pretty, don’t be such a prude. I bet you will like it.” He purred and that was enough.

I crossed the room as fast as I could, ready to punch an asshole.

Right before he could put his hand on her thigh I rudely pushed him away from Y/N.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing, mate?!” I shouted at Dylan, making him glare at me.

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I feel like I should explain my post earlier bc I don’t wanna delete it so prepare for a long, tragic, non-youtube post

im warning you. Also, you’ll judge me if you’re conservative (sexually).

okay so I dated this guy, I’ll call him T, for over a year and he broke up with me in November in a really awful shitty way. He was my first partner, and i really really loved him, so it crushed me and i got really depressed.

 while i was depressed, i started talking to an old friend of mine again because I really needed people, I’ll call him S. S grew up with T and they were super close friends, but me and S were still close anyway, so it was great

. And then, S, lacking all morals whatsoever, started hitting on me. And I hadn’t planned on dating anyone or anything as a rebound bc that seemed unfair to the other person, but flirting with a guy who was purely interested in sex didn’t bother me, plus I’m a really sexual person anyway. 

So, me and S planned on hooking up a lot, we never actually did IRL, but we did a lot of stuff digitally (if you catch my drift). Fast forward to January, I still hadn’t hooked up with S because he was constantly busy (and he lives pretty far away), so one night, after i got home from a concert and was wide awake, a different guy I met because he was friends with tyler, E, texted me, blatantly horny and having a shitty night. I decided “fuck it, I haven’t gotten laid since november”.

well, after this happened, S found out (he asked a bunch of questions about stuff so i told him) and he got really upset and kinda rude about it. He used to have a crush on me but he didn’t anymore. so I brushed it off.

Then, S called off our FWB thing, because he decided NOW (after  I lowkey started liking S) that he didn’t want to hurt T. I don’t give a shit if T gets hurt tbh because he’s a godawful human being who knowingly hurt me in every way possible so if he gets sad, whatever, he’s clearly over me so. S then proceeds to tell me he wished I never started dating T because he’s been in love with me since I met him 2 years ago.

3 days later he called the FWB thing back on, with rules. 1. T could never know, therefor  I couldn’t tell anyone. 2. it’s nonexclusive, so he’s not gonna stop me from fucking around, I can’t stop him. and 3. I can’t get upset if he starts dating someone. If those rules sound familiar, btw, it’s because I wrote a fanfic entirely based off of them. 

And tonight, I broke the 2 biggest ones, 1 and 3. I told T about the thing with E because I felt like it was wrong that E never told T (mind you, I literally couldnt tell T, he blocked me, I created a new anon account on fb to do this bc someone had to tell him) and so i did.  

I went to his profile and looked through a few public posts first though. including a picture of my favorite shirt.  my first ever band shirt. the shirt that I remember the second I got.

and his caption? “aha bitch, look what I found!!!” 

Now, im not exactly shocked T’s being petty. He left some stuff at my house with an unreasonably complex set of instructions for how for me to give back said 2 shirts, so i didn’t. If he’d straight up DMed me and said “yo can i have those back” he would have them back. That’s not what bothered me.

What bothered me was S, my friend, who I’ve been talking to since december and who I FUCKING LIKE, saying (after finding out it belonged to Bitch), “we should torch it lol” and T saying he still has to burn the rest of my things.

S who was my friend. S who I told when I relapsed after 2 years clean. S who I poured my heart out to over my struggles with EDs, and depression and BPD. 

and then, when I told T about E, because he deserved to know, I told him about S too, because I don’t give a fuck if me and S’s friendship is fucked now. It already was. 

and T told me he knew, because he and S had a bet to see if S could fuck me. 

T told our friend Hailey that it was just him trying to hurt me,  that he made it up, and if he did, it worked, because i relapsed HARD and it’s gonna be a long time before these heal. 

So... at worst my crush made a bet with my ex to see if he could fuck me and has been lying to me for months, and at best he just thinks I’m a bitch and that they should light my shit on fire.

Hence the rough night