#hey have you considered just minding your goddamn fucking business

[binch-i-might-be]

boomer coworkers when they open the door to the break room for 0.001 seconds and see that you're sitting there without all four ceiling panels of the retina frying lights on, trying to resist the urge to say why are you sitting here in the dark??? (impossible)

[suzukiblu]

Day twenty-two of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon.

Kon makes the softest little sound Tim has ever heard and kisses him back. His mouth doesn’t give like it should–at least, not like a fully human mouth would–but Tim doesn’t know if that’s the TTK or the Kryptonian physiology coming in. He really can’t figure it out right now, though, because his every single synapse is busy being obsessed with Kon in close and warm and kissing him so softly, and maybe that’s just because he has super-strength and doesn’t want to bruise the civilian but it feels . . . 

Tim doesn’t even have a sentence there. It just feels. 

Kon’s lips aren’t any more chapped than his hands were. His mouth feels like velvet over steel, like satin wrapped around a weapon, and the dichotomy is really, really doing it for Tim. 

So is literally everything about Kon right now, of course. 

Tim, clinically, wonders what TTK feels like. If that’s the soft velvet-satin sensation he’s feeling, or . . . 

Maybe Kon let his TTK down for this, he thinks, and then nearly burns alive at the thought. Maybe Kon trusted him enough to kiss him without it in the way, though: his strongest defense, his best trick, that whole sense. 

Kon leans back just enough to separate their lips, and Tim exhales raggedly. He thinks he can feel the shape of Kon’s smile against his mouth when the other takes a breath of his own. 

“You can take some pictures, if you want,” Kon murmurs lowly. Tim, again, nearly falls off the bench. “If you’re into that.” 

Tim actually does not even have the words for how “into that” he is, honestly. Like not even slightly. Not even a little bit. 

“Maybe a couple,” he manages. His voice is a little strangled, but more or less coherent, so he figures that’s–fine. Yeah. It’s fine. 

“Cool,” Kon hums, then presses one last chaste little peck to his lips before straightening back up and flicking open the button of his pants. “But close your eyes for a sec first, okay?” 

Tim considers spontaneously combusting, but just puts a hand over his eyes instead. Sure. Why not. He’s already doomed; might as well really commit. 

He hears Kon’s zipper go down. 

Christ on a cracker, he thinks only a little bit hysterically. This was not in any way whatsoever in the plan. Not even a little bit was this in the plan. Ever. At all. Ever. 

He should stop him. He doesn't even know what Kon's doing, but he should definitely stop him.

He does not. 

He hears Kon moving. Hears fabric rustle. Feels a lot of things, including the terrible and mortifying realization that actually the shopping bag currently in his lap is probably doing jack all for him because Kon has TTK and therefore doesn't actually need to see him to know that he's getting–

Never mind. 

Fuck, Tim is in so far over his head. He's definitely in over his head. He is in over his head and wearing cement shoes and the water level is rising. 

“Hey,” Kon says after a few more moments of rustling fabric, and Tim can hear the grin in the bastard's voice as clear as he heard that goddamn zipper. “Look what I found.” 

Tim opens his eyes with thrilled dread and horrified delight, bracing himself for the worst. 

It turns out to be worse than that. 

“Fuck,” Tim says, staring dumbfounded at Kon, whose cheeks are flushed and mouth is smirking and pose is casually merciless and . . . and oh fucking hell. 

Tim has no idea when, where, or how, but Kon has somehow dug up the tiniest pair of denim shorts he has ever seen in real life and a stretchy, loose-fit crop top T-shirt with a big bright S-shield that fits implausibly tightly across his pecs and exposes every inch of his abs and way too much of his Adonis belt and oh, okay, yeah, Tim was in no way braced enough. No way whatsoever. Not even slightly.  

He is suddenly mortifyingly aware of Kon having thighs. Like, he's noticed Kon's arms before–it would be physically impossible not to have, even through the leather jacket–but somehow he never noticed his thighs. 

Terrible oversight on his part, there. 

Tim swallows. 

“Oh, so you, uh . . . remember that conversation, huh,” he manages weakly, and Kon's smirk goes sly again and he makes a point of shifting into a stupid come-hither teen-zine pose that has Tim silently praying for mercy.

“I definitely remember that conversation,” Kon says. 

Tim honestly did not expect him to. Like . . . why would Kon remember that conversation? Just flirting around a little shouldn’t necessitate . . . 

It occurs to Tim that Kon might’ve remembered that conversation because he’d made the effort to. That he might’ve tried to. Tim had said there was something he’d like to see him in, and Kon had made it a point to remember that. And then a point to go and find it. 

Fuck, Tim thinks in near-hysteria, and only doesn’t burst into literal flames of mortification by the mercy of the multiverse. He told Kon he was into something and Kon went to the effort to make it happen for him. Because Kon . . . wants to do that, apparently. Wants to do things Tim is into. 

“Oh,” Tim croaks, and Kon bites his lip around a wider smirk and then just sort of steps back into his space a little and then . . . 

Then he plucks up the shopping bag in Tim’s lap by the handles, sets it aside, and replaces it. 

Replaces it with himself, to be clear. 

Tim blinks, very slowly, and every fucking drop of blood in his brain abandons ship to fly south for the summer. Kon’s arms are braced against the wall on either side of Tim’s head and Kon’s thighs are on either side of Tim’s thighs, and Kon is kneeling over Tim’s lap. Tim’s actual literal lap.

If there was any chance of Tim coming up with something coherent to say about that, the way Kon leans down into “close enough to kiss” territory would absolutely and entirely vaporize it. 

“Does it look as good as you thought it would?” Kon asks, his eyes warm and heated and bluer than anything and his voice a low and shameless purr. Tim continues to lack a coherent vocabulary to answer him with. “Tim?” 

“Asdfghjk,” Tim manages, which might be sort of like words or might just be the verbal equivalent of a literal keyboard smash, maybe, and then does the stupidest possible thing he could do, which is grab Kon’s hips and kiss him again. Kon makes that same soft little sound into it, going loose and liquid in his lap, and then wraps his arms around his neck and tries to eat him alive. 

Tim is in no way complaining about that, for the record. 

Bragging, maybe. Maybe he’s technically more bragging, in this scenario. In his defense, Kon is filling up his entire lap with an infinite expanse of smooth muscle and bare skin and a fucking S-shield crop top, which Tim would really have expected people to have more respect for Superman than to make and sell commercially but really should’ve known better than to, in fact, expect people to have more respect for Superman than to make and sell commercially. 

"Kon–" he chokes out unthinkingly as Kon drops his mouth down behind his ear to kiss him there, brain all fried out on Kon's weight pressing down into his lap and Kon's body against his body and Kon's mouth high up his throat, on Kon's bare thighs and exposed stomach and the stretch of fabric across his muscles and his–and then he very abruptly remembers that Kon never actually told "Tim Drake" his name and his eyes flare in alarm and he panics and Kon–

Laughs? 

"Wow, you really did do your research," he observes in amusement, leaning back just enough to grin down at him. 

Tim is the luckiest son of a bitch alive. 

Also the stupidest, but that goes without saying. 

"Um," he says weakly. "Sorry?" 

"It's cool, babe, I'm starting to think scary stalker tendencies are just a Gotham thing at this point," Kon teases with another easy laugh, squeezing his arms around Tim's neck. They are unspeakably nice arms and Tim frankly does not deserve their presence. "To say nothing of the control freak stuff. I dunno, is there something in the water around here, or does it all just mean 'I like you' in Gothamite?" 

"So sorry," Tim stresses feebly, and Kon just smiles at him. 

"It's cool," he repeats quietly, ducking his head a little. "Seriously. I actually kinda like hearing you say my name. Or . . . okay, I really like it. It's still pretty new, to be honest, so I don't really hear it all that much. Shoulda told you it to begin with, I just . . . haven't had many people to tell, I guess.  But it's not like it's a secret or anything." 

"Ah," Tim says, his gut twisting with totally, totally inappropriate heat. 

"Wanna say it again, maybe?" Kon asks softly, leaning back in with just the faintest trace of glitter and warmth in his eyes. "Wanna say it all the time?" 

Tim definitely wants to do that, yes. 

"Kon-El," he says, and Kon smiles.

[star-filled-arcade]

On the Road Again: Chapter 5

CW// Alcohol

Rating: M (Mature)

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"Coulda picked me up, asshole," accused Anthony, the moment he stepped through the front door. Husk looked up at the sudden interruption, considering it was barely the afternoon yet and the door had a very clear 'Closed' sign on the front. Either Anthony couldn't read, or Husk had forgotten to lock the door in the first place. "Some date you turned out to be."

"You're not dead, then?" Husk raised an eyebrow, ignoring that last comment. "You know we ain't open yet, right?"

"Yet here we both are." Anthony sat down at the bar stool. "Who the fuck do you think you are anyway?"

"Excuse me?"

"I've told you more about myself in the past two days than I've told anyone in my whole life... I dunno how you did that, but I ain't happy about it." Husk chuckled at the serious expression on Anthony's face.

"Are you trying to be threatening right now? Cuz it's kinda like being yelled at by a kitty cat." Anthony's scowl deepened even further and he pointed a finger right in Husk's face.

"You ain't nothing but a damn troublemaker, tryin' to pry into my business."

"I barely said two words to ya," defended Husk, who was nothing but amused by Anthony's display of anger. "You're the one who's been rambling to me like you're in some kind of confessional." Anthony banged his fist on the table.

"That's the point," he shouted. "I don't say shit to anyone, so what the fuck is it about you, huh?"

"Beats me." Anthony ran a hand through his hair and sighed loudly, closing his eyes for a moment to calm himself down. "How's your head?"

"It's fine," he grumbled. "Not as bad as it looked, apparently." He opened his eyes again, fixing them onto Husk unblinkingly, until even Husk felt uncomfortable enough to look away. "Why'd I tell you about Molly...?" He almost whispered it, and it sounded rhetorical, like he was speaking out loud to himself, so Husk didn't even respond.

"I'm, uh... heading outta Brooklyn tomorrow," Husk said instead. "Going down to Central Park for the day, you know... relax a little, I guess."

"So?"

"So, did you... wanna join me, perhaps?" Anthony frowned at him.

"Hey, I was joking about the date thing, ya know." Husk rolled his eyes at him. Anthony could be infuriating sometimes, but Husk was more patient than he liked to admit.

"It ain't a date, you fuckin'... I just thought you looked like you needed a day off, and I wouldn't mind some company." Husk regretted even asking, expecting Anthony to burst out laughing any moment, but he remained quiet for a moment.

"I can't just up and leave for the day," he replied, his voice considerably lower. "My brother, he'd—."

"Jesus, you're a grown man, ain't ya? What's your brother gonna do, ground you?"

"No, but—."

"He can last a day without ya, can't he? And if he gives you any trouble, just say it was all my fault. My treat, alright?" Husk could have easily accepted Anthony's excuse, said "you're right, it ain't my business to get you in trouble with your brother" and leave it at that, but something compelled him to keep asking. He really wanted to spend more time with Anthony. Why, he wasn't sure, but something about the guy had piqued his interest, and Husk was not one to back down so easily.

"Fuck it," shrugged Anthony. "I doubt my brother will even notice I'm gone... he sure acts as if I don't exist half the time. Sure thing, kitten, I'll go out with you." It was Husk's turn to scowl at him.

"The only kitten around here is you, you goddamn choir boy, and for the last time... this ain't a date. You seem real keen to call it one." He raised a suggestive eyebrow, but Anthony waved it away.

"I'm just messin' with ya," he replied. "Believe it or not, I'm not just some fuckin morbid guy who drinks his problems away... I like to have my fun, too."

"Yeah? You got a real strange way of showing it."

"Just keeping ya on your toes, babycakes. Now pour me a damn drink, I'm gaspin' over here." His eyes glinted with mischief, and Husk couldn't even work out of he was annoyed or not. The Anthony in front of him was certainly a different one to the Anthony he had met last night, and the night before that, and he hadn't yet figured out which one he preferred. Or if he even liked either of them at all. Still, he poured him a drink. On the house.

***

The weather was nice, partially cloudy but warm enough to not need a jacket. Spring was finally on its way, although it was taking its sweet time considering it was nearly April. Husk and Anthony walked side by side through Central Park, and Husk couldn't help but notice the way that Anthony looked around at his surroundings like a curious toddler, brightening up whenever he saw a bird sitting on a branch and opening its beak to sing.

"I suppose you've probably been here tons of times," observed Husk quietly. "You should be showing me around, huh?" Anthony raised the brim of his hat, before taking it off and fanning himself with it. There wasn't much of a breeze that day.

"Nah, not really," he replied. "Not unless you wanna know where the best places to deal are, or get away with stabbing someone."

"Damn, sorry I asked."

"I just mean I don't know much about this city 'cept what I gotta know." He put his hands in his pockets, leaning back slightly. This was the first time Husk had ever seen him look genuinely relaxed. "We can't all be as well-travelled as you."

"Man, I don't go travelling to learn," replied Husk. "I go travelling to gamble, and then consequentially escape my debts."

"Oh really? So you're not as much of a wise guy as you pretend you are." Anthony was smirking, teasing him, and Husk rolled his eyes.

"What I tell ya? We all got out problems."

"Well if you're so in debt, I guess I better treat you to some lunch, huh? I may not know much about the world, or even this damn country, but I know where all the best Italian restaurants are."

"Sure, I ain't gonna turn down free food." Anthony smiled and led him out of the park, rambling all the while about various restaurants and recipes and topics significantly unrelated to the mafia. Husk supposed it was ridiculous to assume that Anthony didn't have anything other than drug deals and Tommy guns to talk about, but it was a nice change anyway. The conversation was light, easy, and Anthony seemed content for once.

"So tell me about the places you've been," remarked Anthony, once they'd settled down at a table in a restaurant called Barbetta and Anthony had told Husk to order whatever he wanted.

("Ain't that expensive?"

"Honey, you think I'm in the mafia for fun?").

"I'd be here all day," said Husk. "But I'm boring, I guess. I been to other countries, and they all got their good and bad points, but I like it here best. More things to see, and I understand the people better, even if most of them are jackasses."

"More things to see? As opposed to all them exotic countries with... with forests and old buildings and stuff?"

"Yeah, but that's all they have. Here, there's a little bit of everything, ya know?" Anthony shrugged, taking a bite of his risotto.

"Not really," he replied. "I ain't never been out of this city, or even really outta Harlem, and it's all the same to me. Dirty streets and tall buildings and angry people."

"You never been outta Harlem?" Husk had always been a natural wanderer, unable to stay in one place for more than a few months at best, so the idea of staying in the same city for an entire lifetime was daunting to say the least.

"Well, I guess when I was stationed around the country during the War, of course, but I don't count that cuz I was hardly sightseeing, was I?" He placed his fork down with a slight clatter and sat back in his chair. "You ever been to Italy?"

"Yeah, couple times," said Husk.

"Is it nice?"

"It's lovely... great buildings, great food, great—."

"No, no I don't mean all the touristy bullshit, I mean... is it nice?" He leaned forward expectantly, the answer clearly important to him, and Husk slowly chewed his food as he thought of how to respond satisfactorily.

"It's... it's the perfect place to sit and watch the sun set, I think," he decided. "All the stone buildings and the cobbled streets and the trees older than this whole country all light up with orange, and it's like you're staring directly at Heaven's gates." Anthony seemed happy with that answer, and a slightly dreamy smile played on his lips for a moment, before he pulled himself back together.

"I'd like to see Italy at least once before I die," he breathed. "To see what all the fuss is about, I guess... see where my parents came from." He took a sip from his wine glass, which turned into an immediate gulp as he drained the glass instead. "At the very least," he continued. "I'd like to get outta the fucking city for a bit and see the countryside. I ain't never seen the countryside."

"Believe me, it's overrated."

"Yeah? I'll judge for myself, baby." Anthony ordered another bottle of wine for the table, and then another since Husk asked for it. Husk had been trying to keep himself clean for a bit, starting afresh in Brooklyn, but as always happened a few months into a new state or town or city, Husk fell back into bad influences and his own helpless mind, tumbling off the bandwagon once more into whichever ditch lay waiting below. Anthony was certainly a whole influx of bad influences all rolled into one.

***

The two men stumbled down the street together, laughing far too loudly and slurring their words. Three shared bottles of wine later, and the two were completely pissed, holding each other up as they wandered back to Husk's car.

"That was your best opponent?" remarked Anthony, with a sharp cackle that trailed off into a hiccup. "Some fucker who couldn't even do math?"

"Swear to God, it was worse than that, he couldn't count no higher than 21 cuz he insisted that's all he needed."

"Fuck off, you're makin' this up."

"Swear on my life, the dealer told him he'd got twenty three and he stared at 'im like he'd suddenly started speakin' Chinese or something."

"And he beat you?!"

"Believe me, Angel, you ain't known suffering like losing cards to a guy who can't even count." Husk continued to chuckle over the story, but Anthony had paused, blinking at him in surprise until Husk finally noticed the silence. "What?"

"You called me Angel." Husk frowned as he tried to remember what he'd even said. He was far too drunk to think clearly.

"Yeah, I mean... that's your name, ain't it?"

"My name's Angelo." Anthony smiled softly. "Ain't nobody called me Angel before."

"Well, it suits you... all pink and blonde like some kinda cherub." They'd finally reached Husk's car, before he realised that both of them were too drunk to drive it. He groaned. "How the fuck are we supposed to get back to Brooklyn?"

"Oh hey, that's alright, I'm sure there's some hotel somewhere we can stay the night in."

"You got money for that? We're in Manhattan, that ain't gonna be cheap."

"Aw, don't worry about it, I'll figure something out." Husk wasn't sure he liked the sound of that considering Anthony's line of work, but he was too out of it to do much more than let Anthony lead him back through the streets to the nearest hotel. It was a fancy one, with a chandelier and everything, and Husk pulled Anthony back before they'd even reached the spinning doors.

"You ain't seriously considering this place, are ya?"

"What's the big deal? It's nice, and I can get us a room no problem."

"How rich are you?"

"I said don't worry about it, baby, you're in good hands." Anthony put his hands on his hips, swaying slightly as he put on his most confident appearance, but Husk wasn't buying it.

"There ain't no way that hotel's gonna accept either of us... we certainly don't look rich, for starters. Maybe you in your fancy suit, but I look like I came straight outta the bar."

"You can borrow my hat if you want," Anthony joked. Husk just scowled at him.

"I ain't embarrassing myself in there around a bunch of rich folks. I'm sure there's a cheaper place we can stay." He began to walk away, but Anthony stopped him.

"No," he said. "We're havin' a nice day together and I'm treating you to the very best o' New York City. Just trust me, alright?" Husk was naturally wary of whatever Anthony was planning, but he dutifully sat outside while Anthony strutted through the spinning doors. It was rather a marvel to behold, how the alcohol seemed to wash away completely and leave a man completely in charge of his own wits. It took around twenty minutes of Husk bouncing his leg up and down distractedly and waiting half in, half out of shadows to avoid being spotted and accused of lurking, but Anthony finally emerged. The smug smile on his face told Husk everything he needed to know.

"Right this way, sir," said Anthony, holding out an arm for Husk to take. "Our room awaits."

"Our?"

"You think I'm paying for two? I ain't made o' money." Husk took his arm suspiciously, hesitating just before they reached the doors. "They ain't gonna say anything, alright? I promise." Somehow, Husk found himself trusting Anthony, which is what scared him more than anything. He'd been taught along with his ABCs that he shouldn't trust anyone, but something about Anthony made that motto quieten down immediately. In a way, it was pretty funny that the guy Husk decided he wanted to trust was quite possibly the least trustworthy guy in New York City, but sure enough, none of the hotel staff said a word as he and Anthony made their way upstairs to some fancy, crystal-infused room that Husk wouldn't have been able to afford even after a million nights bartending.

Anthony whistled brightly and immediately flopped down on the bed, stretching out.

"Man, I could get used to this," he hummed.

"You mean you're not already? I thought you was supposed to be some rich mafia big shot."

"Eh... more or less." Anthony sat up and shook the hair out of his eyes. "Technically my brother controls the money I get, and he never gives me nearly enough." Husk sat down on the adjacent armchair, hovering for a moment as if he were too poor to even go near it without besmirching the silk pillows.

"You tell me the truth," he said. "Did you actually buy this room?"

"Would any answer make a difference?" Anthony retorted. "We got the room, didn't we?"

"I guess, but you can't expect me to know about your way of living without being a little suspicious of how we ended up in millionaire's hotel suite." Anthony stood up, made his way over to the chair and leant over it. His arms were placed either side, so as he bent over, his face was right up against Husk's.

"Or," he crooned softly. "We could just enjoy it while it lasts, kitten whiskers." Husk almost stopped breathing as he felt his heartbeat quicken. He knew Anthony was just teasing him, in the twisted way that Husk was starting to get used to, but boy was he good at it. It also didn't escape Husk's notice that Anthony was incredibly attractive up close, especially when his face wasn't marred by marks of violence that obscured his features. The only word to really describe him with was 'pretty' because that's exactly what he was. He was as pretty as a lady, one of those doll-like women you'd see on stage wearing glitter dresses, with pink lips and long eyelashes and shining eyes that were slightly too big for his delicate-looking face.

"What, uh... ." Husk cleared his throat awkwardly. "What did you have in mind?"

"More alcohol?" Anthony stood up casually, as if he hadn't just sent Husk's heart racing a moment ago with that suggestive tone to his voice. "I'm sure I can get us some posh champagne brought up and we can drink till we pass out on this gorgeous bed."

"Oh... sure, yeah. Sounds good." Husk quickly pulled himself together and excused himself into the ensuite. He was suddenly hyper aware of where he was and what he was doing, and he had no idea how to feel about it, or about the strangely handsome, inebriated, undoubtedly fucked up guy standing right outside the bathroom door.

~~ Read on Ao3!

[mikhardwheat]

Byler. But they have an embarrassing amount of money.

Mike is a nepotism baby and Will being a self-made business owner who had the biggest crush on Mike growing up (he showed up at the conferences with his parents and Will saw him in the news).

They meet at the business event, one of those where people are smiling politely to each other and walk over to say "hi" to the people much higher than them. Mike picks Will out from across the room and Lumax encourage him to go "take a shot", so he goes and then...

Mike: hey, gorgeous

Will: are you talking to me?..

Mike, with the beamiest smile he can fake: who else is there?

Will was right in the middle of a discussion with Dustin, about the next project he had in mind. With Dustin (obviously). Who is there too.

Will: ugh

Mike: I saw an unopened bottle of Luis Roedener Cristal Brut at the bar, we can definitely share a few glasses

Mike: but, considering your handsomely-sculpted face, you might prefer something richer in taste... whisky, perhaps? Or is it rom?

Mike: in any case

Mike: would you like to join me at the table?

Will:

Mike: oh, where are my manners!

Mike: I'm Mike, Mike Wheeler. My parents own the Wheeler Industries, we're sponsoring this event

Mike: isn't that crazy? This whole thing-

Dustin: that sounds really nice, but we are busy here??

Mike, completely ignoring him: weird, I didn't quite catch your name

Will:

Mike: wait, let me guess!

Mike: is it "Dazzling"? or maybe "Stunning"?

Mike: because they both are definitely fitting

He gives Will another one of his smiles

Will, slightly raising a single brow: are you always talking that much?

Mike: what?..

Will: like

Will: did you even take a breath throughout the whole thing?

Mike: I-

Will: not to say it in a demeaning way

Will: that's impressive, actually

And then he proceeds to shoo him off somehow, because Dustin has a flight in a few hours and they still haven't finished arguing on the upcoming project. Mike doesn't get the name out of this interaction too, so he has to search him up when he gets home.

Side notes:

> Lucas and Max have made fun of him when he came back

> Will still finds Mike adorable (no taste detected)

> Mike totally cried that night

When they get together, Mike develops a funny physical reaction at when Will buys him things, because despite being in the rich circles his whole life, he was always the one to pay for things. Not to mention: Will buys him desired and useful things, not just historical pieces of art he doesn't care about.

Mike still has to witness them, because stupid canvases with painted water make Will all smiley and happy and "why is he interested in this stuff anyway - oh wait, he gave me a kiss for that one, he gave me a whole goddamn kiss and where is his mouth going- okay, I'll buy another one. Why? No reason. And, uh oh, suddenly I want to visit an art museum, or two, or five... Fuck, I totally heard someone saying getting the tickets to that one is nearly impossible?? Challenge accepted."

[bunnyb34r]

Okay so I'm gonna put it under a read more but heres the scoop on the BossMan leaving

So (apparently) he came into work yesterday like normal but idk what they're called elsewhere but people from HQ let's say came in and escorted him to his office and then he left and they took his stuff out and we never saw him again sgdggdgd

Now theres two camps: he was fired/given a choice leave or step down or we fire you, or he found another job and just left

I'm in the first camp bc

This man never gave up a chance to be the star of the show/would not leave quietly unless he had to

He would have at least said goodbye since hes worked there 20-30 years so like he knew everybody

It was HIS boss who took out his shit not him

He was making so much fucking money why would he step away from that?? You dont go from general manager of a store and get to KEEP that position of rank at another company, start at the bottom or manager at the MOST

He was so invested in the renovations going on rn like why give a shit if you know you're leaving??

Anyway so we spent the first hour of work gossiping/making sarcastic comments like "oh man I was crying all night, couldnt sleep" agddgdgg everyone was like 😏

So by mid shift I was like "meh idc anymore that's run its course in my mind" and the manager who's his temp replacement comes over and goes (in a really agressive way like WE were the ones saying he was fired)

"He quit on his own. It was his choice" and then walked away and we all fucking GATHER AGDGDGGD Like "oh so he WAS fired then lmao that confirms it"

Bc why would you say it like THAT I'd have been like all casually "hey you guys know he quit right? I heard rumors people thought he was fired"

I mean we would still think she was lying but sgdgdgdggd still less suspicious

Also one of the upper managers had hinted that something big was coming to my coworker and she was like Okay?? But like now we know 😏

I mean if you want to quash rumors you dont address them or you be subtle in your rebuttals sgdgdgdg like you havent been out of school THAT long that youd forget that!!

So anyway we're all like yeah he 100% got canned sgdggdgdg like you dont just walk away from that money in this economy

Plus the only ones saying he quit are upper management so it's like sure Jan dggdgd well upper management

Also! My favorite manager is leaving 😭 the cute one who was my age who if he wasn't an antimasker I'd have considered asking him out sgdgdggd I mean good for him bc hes a nice guy but nooo dont leave meee

AND my favorite custodian got fired for threatening someone sgdggd like what the fuck man

I didnt really know him but we would wave to each other when we'd pass each other and he was always nice (to me at least)

So goddamn I missed a busy ass monday

[queenieloves]

Future Rockstar-Eddie Munson x f!reader(incomplete, first draft)

Hi!!! I wanted to post a first and incomplete draft of my first fic with y’all to see if anyone finds it interesting/has any feedback on it! Let me know what you think! and please remember it’s a very rough first draft!

Summary- You need drugs but Eddie is the only one you can buy them from. In a moment of inexplicable supernatural happenings, you find yourself screaming and banging on the door of his trailer. Will you be able to find comfort in someone who you thought was a freak?

Warnings- a little smut but not super explicit, drug use, language

Word count- 10k…whoops, it’s all just word vomit

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You weren’t the type to stick out. A matter of fact, you blended in just the way you wanted to. Friendly enough but you didn’t cause anyone trouble and you minded your business. You maintained good grades and listened to what you considered to be good music. There wasn’t much to do in Hawkins so eventually the boredom of purely existing led you to start smoking pot every now and then. It calmed the mild anxiety you had. Everyday it seemed like someone else went missing in this town and when you spent nights alone when your parents were out of town, you didn’t want to spend those precious quiet hours worrying.

Your parents were leaving this weekend in fact—a trip to see your grandparents that you would’ve been forced to go on if it hadn't been for upcoming exams. I mean what kind of parents plan a trip to Florida right as you are about to take your exams—parents who were too busy to care about their kid that they willingly had. Your one friend in town Sam, another junior in your class, was working all weekend so you couldn’t spend it with her, which meant you were going to be all alone all weekend. Which then meant, you needed drugs. As much as you isolated yourself from everyone at school and in town, you hated being alone in Hawkins at night.

Someone in your math class suggested Eddie Munson as the best and cheapest way to get drugs.

“Eddie Munson? Isn’t he like a triple senior by now? He’s kinda freaky, I wouldn’t want to go alone. He’s in my English class and he NEVER does his homework.”

“Yeah he’s definitely weird but he’s the one you want if you need any drugs.”

“Ugh I can’t believe I’m desperate enough to see Eddie The Freak Munson. Hear me out, if I don’t come to class tomorrow, it was him.” You giggled.

Math ended uneventfully and you joined the long line for lunch. You were nervous thinking about how to approach Eddie Munson and how exactly to ask for what you needed. You were hungry and nervous and could not wait to get your food so you could find a quiet place to eat and think. It all seemed to bubble up when someone spoke behind you.

“Hey…HEY, I happen to be talking to you, Jansport(your backpack).”

You took out your earbud and turned around only to silently gasp when you saw it was Eddie. Your heart rate shot up through the ceiling. It’s not like you had a crush on him or anything, he was a freak afterall, but the longer you didn’t eat, the more anxious you felt and this sudden interaction made you want to throw up.

“Ummm…hi.” You said with a quiver in your voice.

“Hey is that a D20 pin on your backpack?”

FUCK. That’s right, Eddie ran some kind of D&D group. You played with your best friends from middle school before moving to Hawkins. Mack, your closest friend, made everyone in the group D20 pins before moving away—a symbol of your friendship perhaps.

“Oh haha, my friend in my old town made them for me, I used to play a little.”

“It’s fucking rad if I do say so myself.” He was naturally a little awkward, you couldn’t help but think ‘who the hell talks like that’ and ‘why isn’t this goddamn line moving any faster’.

“Thanks…” back to silence, thank god. Until you took a breath turned back to him and said,

“Hey umm… I heard that you might have some stuff you could sell me?” You said louder than it sounded in your head—blame the nerves.

“Yo, shhhhh, there won’t be anything to sell if the school finds out.”

“Shit sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to.”

“Meet me in the forest behind the gym after last period. You’ll see a picnic table that I carved ‘EM’ on. Want everyone to know it's mine.” He smiled.

Finally you got your food and just as you were about to say some sort of combination of ‘see you later’ and ‘thank you’ or whatever other generic response you could think of he said,

“Catch you later princess”. He winked and walked past you to his typical table of nerds who respected him like a king. You didn’t have the brain power to think of the fact that he referred to you as ‘princess’.

You ate in the art room as you usually did. Working on one project or another. You weren’t all that poor—definitely not Eddie Munson poor, but you promised yourself you would take advantage of the free art supplies at Hawkins High as payment for all the shit it put you through. After lunch you had a study hall and two other classes. Boring and uneventful, just how you liked it. Suddenly it was three o’clock and time to find Eddie. You couldn’t believe you were doing this and you would die if anyone saw you. You didn’t want people to know you existed let alone suddenly see you with Eddie Munson, which would definitely be the new school gossip. The only people allowed to be seen with Eddie Munson were his goons who were already with him at the bottom of the social pyramid. Anyone else seen with him had to suddenly defend their spot on the pyramid like it was their last plea before being executed.

You walked slowly but with purpose—the leaves crunching beneath your worn down chuckie taylors that were basically about to fall apart. You didn’t necessarily care about your clothes or appearance so you just wore some old jeans, a green t-shirt and brown zip up sweatshirt—your typical outfit for most days, except for the occasional summer day where you would switch out the pants for shorts. Your mother hated that you weren’t more feminine and you resented her for it.

You found the table and sat but didn’t see Eddie. The whole situation made you feel nervous—if only you weren’t such a goddamn anxious person maybe you could have a more interesting life. Suddenly he popped out into the clearing with intention to scare you, if you weren’t wearing your headphones maybe it would’ve worked.

“Damn, [y/l/n], I guess I gotta make sure you aren’t wearing those when I try to speak to you. I’m two for two.” He laughed and sat down pulling out a tin full of what you assumed was drugs. He smelled like weed, shitty cologne and cigarettes and you could only wonder if he ever washed the shirt he always wore.

“So…” you started slowly.

“My parents are out of town and I need something to calm me down at night so I can sleep. Nothing crazy, weed if you have it.”

“If I have it? That’s like 75% of what I sell, princess. How much money do you have on you?” Weird question but you weren’t going to start nitpicking while in the forest with someone who you frankly believed might be a murderer.

“20 bucks. How much will that get me?” To be fair you didn’t know much about weed or selling/buying drugs, just how to consume them.

“Fine, you’ve convinced me. I’m gonna give you the pretty girl discount. I’ll give you a quarter more for the same price.” He pulled out a small plastic baggie filled with weed and slid it towards you.

“Pretty girl discount? That must be something you give to every girl you sell drugs to, perv.” You rolled your eyes. Why did he have to make things more complicated than they needed to be, the whole exchange could’ve been silent and you wish it would’ve been.

“Hey, you want the discount or not?” He said through a cheeky smile.

“Fine, freak. Here.” You handed him the twenty, took the baggie, shoved it in your pocket and turned to walk away.

“Hey wait, what’s the rush?” He shouted before you got too far. You turned back to him with a confused and slightly annoyed look on your face.

“I’m not here to do anything else than what’s already happened, but thanks”. You said sarcastically and turned again to walk away.

“Okay then, see you later princess”, Eddie laughed in a carefree manner. How could he not be offended by anything even when the whole school thinks he’s a massive freak.

Despite your weird and frankly unsettling interaction with Eddie, you enjoyed the weed he gave you. You smoked it as you listened to your tapes and doodled on your math homework. It was starting to get late and you needed to sleep before one of your exams tomorrow.

The next day, in math, you smiled at the boy who suggested going to Eddie. When you sat down you joked with him that you almost didn’t make it out alive. You skipped lunch in hopes of avoiding Eddie and it seemed to work. The weekend went by faster than you could’ve hoped for and when Monday rolled around you had almost forgotten about your interaction with Eddie. Although a small part of you worried what it would be like when your parents were out of town the next time and you needed more weed.

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A few months went by and suddenly your parents were off again. Some business convention in Pennsylvania, but this time they took the car. Now you had to bike anywhere you wanted to go. Everywhere was too far to walk. You were winding down and smoking when you heard a knock at your door. Your heart beat started rising as you walked downstairs. No one was supposed to be here, so there was no possible way to know who it was. When you opened the door there wasn’t anyone. You peeked your head out further to see if you could see anyone. You closed and locked the doors and assumed it was some brat kids playing pranks on their neighbors to pass the time. Exactly ten minutes passed and it happened again. This time you were quick to open the door to maybe catch the stupid kids in the act but again nothing. The only thing to greet you was a gentle yet chill breeze. You had a thing for overthinking so you began to do just that…overthink. What supernatural thing was waiting for you out there. You tried to call Sam but like always, she was working. It was only 6pm so you decided to take a bike ride to clear your mind. Although you were high, you had no trouble operating a bike. Your house resided on an off road of one of the bigger roads, during the day it was full of people traveling to town but essentially abandoned at night. You were lazily peddling down the road when all of a sudden a car raced towards you head on. It was practically out of nowhere and it caused you to swerve into a ditch. The road was lined with forest so when you finally caught your breath, you sat at the edge of the woods trying to calm yourself down. You were too scared to go back to the road so the woods it was. The sun was setting but it was still light out. You figured you had about an hour. You wandered through the woods lighting the joint you kept in your pocket. You didn’t go far when you started to smell smoke, like a campfire. You were basically in the middle of the woods with only a road nearby so where could it be coming from. You kept walking towards the smell, hoping it was just some teens hanging out and not an entire forest fire but soon you saw the black smoke and the light and you knew your worst nightmare was coming true. You ran closer just to make sure you were seeing it for real and then out of nowhere you were hit to the ground. The hit to the face made your nose bleed and cut up your cheek and you began to cry and hyperventilate out of fear. You scrambled to your feet and began to run—something was chasing behind you. You were running through the woods with no end in sight and it was almost completely dark out. You looked back as a black shadow was behind you and you screamed as you continued to run for your life. The flames spread towards you at an almost impossible pace as you ran faster and faster, running out of breath. You saw lights in the distance and when you reached what seemed to be a trailer park you went to the first trailer you saw. You screamed and cried at the door without looking back,

“LET ME IN PLEASE OH GOD PLEASE”, you pounded at the door, not caring if anyone else in the neighborhood saw or heard you. After what seemed like hours to you of pounding and screaming, the door opened and you practically fell in. Without checking to see who opened the door you scrambled in on your hands and knees and closed the door behind you as you sat with your back against it. You covered your face with your hands as you sobbed and breathed fast and heavy.

“Holy shit [y/l/n], are you okay?” Eddie, you just didn’t look up to realize it yet. You sobbed and mumbled,

“There was this thing chasing me and the forest was on fire and I almost got run over and…” You kept going until whoever opened the door for you knelt down and placed a comforting hand on your knee.

“Shhhhh, it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay. There isn’t any fire and no one is chasing you. It’s okay, nothing will get you in here.” Almost like a jumpscare you jolted when you looked up to see it was Eddie comforting you. Of course this is where you end up at a time like this. His voice seemed more genuine and calm than the usual weird and loud freak voice he uses at school.

“Eddie?... There is a fire, look!” You stood up and looked out the window on the door. No fire, no black shadow. You quickly turned to him,

“Then how do you explain the scratches and my nose?” You blurted out.

“You look fine to me?” You touched your face expecting to wince with pain upon touching your wounds but there was nothing there. He seemed a little nervous and frankly shocked that the quiet girl in his English class, who bought weed from him that one time burst through this door screaming and crying. Suddenly, you shoved Eddie pushing both hands to his chest and he stumbled back.

“What the FUCK did you put in my weed FREAK!” you yelled at him and he just stared back with a scared and confused look on his face.

“Did you lace this shit with something FREAK, was that your plan the whole time? Drug me and then who knows what! Now I’m having crazy hallucinations because of you!” You took a second to catch your breath before you began sobbing again, falling back to your space against the door. Eddie didn’t dare to approach you and began speaking softly,

“[y/n], I swear there was nothing in the weed I gave you, never in my wildest dreams would I think about doing that. I always smoke the weed I get first before selling it to other people just to make sure it doesn’t have any nasty shit in it.” He slowly stood up and walked over to kneel down next to you.

“I need you to believe it wasn’t me”. You were so confused and scared that all you could muster out was,

“Yeah right freak.” For a while there was silence. You sobbed into your knees as Eddie just sat there. He gently placed a hand on your knee just as he did before which encouraged you to look up at him. Your mascara and eyeliner smudged all across your face. He met your eyes surprisedly after half expecting you to either hit him for touching you or just keep crying.

“Hey, [y/n], it’s gonna be okay. I won’t let anything hurt you. Do you wanna talk about it?” He seemed genuine and deep down you knew he didn’t put anything in the weed, you just didn’t have any better explanation for what had happened.

“No, I don’t think I can. Frankly I’m a little too high and whatever the fuck was out there almost gave me a heart attack.” Eddie understood and gave you some water. He eventually urged you to move to the couch where it was more comfortable despite the safety you felt in your spot against the door. The trailer was nothing special. It was what you expected from the Eddie Munson himself—empty soda cans and newspapers filled every empty spot where there wasn’t an ashtray or playboy magazine. Thank god he eventually told you his uncle was out drinking and would likely not be home until morning. It was only 8 o’clock now and Eddie kindly offered you some leftover pizza. You felt sick and coming down from your high was only making you feel more anxious. He wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and asked if he could sit next to you. In a normal situation you would never let Eddie The Freak Munson within 5 feet of you but near death experiences were the exception. He sat so your arms were touching but he faced painfully straight forward. He lowered his head towards his knees and started talking to get rid of the loud silence.

“Are you home alone this weekend again?”

“What?”

“Well when we met up, you said you needed something to calm you down because your parents were out of town, did they leave again?” He remembered, you thought.

“Yeah, until Monday morning, they even took the car, so I just thought I would go for a bike ride, turned out to be a terrible idea”.

“I’m sorry, you should stay here tonight, you can take my bed, I'll take the couch”. He never lifted his head to look at you.

“Eddie, I can’t. I would never ask you to sleep on your couch.” Despite the fact that you could barely move, you didn’t want to think of what a night at Eddie’s trailer could be like.

“Hey, I fall asleep here like all the time when I’m drunk, I promise it’s okay.” He looked up at you with sincerity in his eyes.

“It’s comfy I swear.” He patted the cushions and exhaled a bit symbolizing a laugh.

“I really can’t go back outside, I’ll only stay if you really think it’s okay”. Eddie seemed nicer in this context. He wasn’t so painfully annoying as his usual loud, obnoxious self seemed to be.

“Of course, it’s okay. Let me go clean my room just a bit, there’s some things in there that I don’t think you wanna see.” He laughed lightly.

“Wait.” You said as he went to stand up.

“Stay here for a second.” He sat back down without question and looked at you. You continued,

“You know, you aren’t the freak everyone says you are. Yeah maybe you’re weird and frankly a little nerdy but not a freak.” You laughed and looked into his soft brown eyes. Maybe it was the comfort he provided you after whatever the hell happened to you back there but he was kind of cute.

“Haha, [y/l/n], did you really make me sit back down just to tell me I’m not a freak? Is that your version of a compliment? You do realize if anyone gave me more than two seconds of their attention maybe they would realize the same?”

“Sorry, I just figured you should hear it. Not that we really know each other but I’ve never seen this side of you. Quiet and calm.” You laughed slightly.

“You’re the same. You are completely silent in our English class, I never see you at lunch or after school and then suddenly you are screaming bloody murder at my door.”

“Fine, I guess that’s true. How about we forget everything before this happened and we get to know each other for real…like friends.” He took a second in silence.

“You really wanna be friends [y/l/n]?” You wanted to answer but you were too tired, you bobbed your head as you began to fall asleep. The blanket was warm and his presence was comforting.

“Okay [y/l/n], I’m gonna clean, give me five, I’ll be right back”. You could sort of see him through your heavy eyelids picking up dirty clothes and random shit off of his floor. The trailer wasn’t all that big but you smiled to yourself at the idea that he was cleaning just for you. You must have fallen asleep when Eddie returned and picked you up in a bridal carry to bring you to the bed. He gently placed you down and covered you with the blanket and whispered to himself,

“Damn, I never thought this would be the way [y/l/n] was gonna be in my bed. Thought it was gonna be more sexy to be honest”. He laughed slightly.

“I heard that.” You mumbled.

“Shit. Oh well, sweet dreams. I’ll be on the couch, let me know if you need anything. There’s clean clothes on the desk if you wanna wear them in the morning” You slept well. His room was small but cozy and smelled just like him. Despite the weird mix of smoke and cologne, it sort of smelled good and in the morning when you opened your eyes you noticed the massive CD collection he had. Some were stacked in piles, others just thrown about. An organized mess. You changed into the clothes he left for you. Some band t-shirt and sweatpants that you could tell he never wore. Eddie Munson in anything other than black skinny jeans? Absolutely not. Eddie was still asleep when you decided to get up. You found the bathroom and then a glass of water. You leaned against the counter and looked at Eddie fast asleep on the couch. He seemed at peace. His face was soft and almost baby-like. You thought about all the things people said about him, to him—all the things you said about and to him. You felt bad because he truly didn’t deserve it. The way he was so gentle with you last night when he could’ve just been an asshole, proved it. You didn’t want to overstay your welcome, so you gathered your stuff and slipped out of the trailer almost silently. You would see Eddie at school on Monday and you didn’t want to think about that now.

You could finally see the trailer park you were in. Nothing special. You didn’t dare go back through the woods even despite the light of the morning. You didn’t have your bike either, it was still abandoned by the side of the road you guessed so you just had to walk. It was gonna be a long walk but you felt more safe and grounded this way. About an hour into your who knows how long walk, a van pulled up next to you. You looked, it was Eddie. You did just leave without saying anything and maybe he was concerned about your safety.

“Hey! Friends don’t just leave friends without saying goodbye especially after one of them had a crazy spell not even 24 hours ago! Get in!” You sighed but he was right, you did say you wanted to be friends and you did feel bad for leaving him. Plus, where were you gonna walk to? Your house where you would be alone again? No chance. You got in and he started down the road.

“Sorry, Eddie, I just didn’t want to overstay my welcome or anything.”

“Not possible princess, you are welcome anytime.” You giggled.

“Where are you taking me anyway?”

“Second friend lesson…friends trust friends.”

“I’ve got friends, Eddie.”

“And how many of them have saved you from crazy shadow demons?” You punched him lightly in the arm. He brought you to a point away from the town that overlooked the downtown area, Hawkins High and the surrounding forests.

“No one ever comes here, consider it my spot that I am graciously sharing with you, although I would be surprised if you could find it again without my directions.”

“It’s beautiful up here, why'd you bring me here?”

“Well, m’lady, I figured since we are friends now, we ought to get to know the basics about each other, get it all out of the way so we get into the good stuff like childhood trauma and deepest secrets.” You both laughed. Suddenly you were doing just that. You sat on the tail of his van with the doors open allowing you to take in the beautiful sight before you. Eddie was wearing what he always wore and you were still in his clothes. You asked him about the sweatpants. He swore he got them for gym class but ended up skipping every time.

“It’s either black skinny jeans, boxers or nothing” He laughed. You sort of blushed at the thought of him stripped down. You didn’t smoke cigarettes but today you did as you passed it back and forth with Eddie. You were there for hours and suddenly you saw the moon begin to rise. It was getting late and you were certainly not going home and you didn’t want to make things awkward with Eddie by asking to stay at his house so you gave him directions to Sam’s house. You didn’t care if she had work or not. You were staying there. Plus you knew her parents well enough to show up without calling and they would invite you in with no questions asked. You waited in Sam’s room and she busted open the door and immediately asked what was wrong. You NEVER showed up without letting her know. You told her everything. Everything everything. No detail left out. You always told eachother everything eventually, even if you left buying drugs from Eddie out originally, she knew now.

“Wow, so you are really a thing with Eddie The Freak Munson. Never thought that could be what you had to tell me.”

“We are NOT a thing, just friends. Plus how was I supposed to know it was his trailer, it could’ve been a serial killer or something. You can’t trust everyone around here. He’s really nice, and kind of funny. He’s not what everyone thinks he is.”

“You don’t get nicknamed ‘the freak’ if you aren’t a freak. Just be careful is all.”

“Yeah yeah, I will, now I am going to sleep because I haven’t slept much in the last 48 hours thank you very much.” You rolled over and closed your eyes.

“Fine but you aren’t getting away with this friendship with THE Eddie Munson so easily. I still have more questions. Like does he really call you ‘princess’ THAT much? Anyways, goodnight”.

“Yes, yes he does. Goodnight.”

Eventually your parents returned but you didn’t tell them anything. You answered ‘how was your weekend’ with ‘fine’ and went to school. You saw Eddie in English and lunch but didn’t talk to him. He was back to his annoying loud self and you walked out of the lunchroom just as he began to stand on the table to say something about jocks and how much he hated basketball. Usually you would take the bus home but your mother wanted to pick you up and take you to some appointment. As you waited by the parking lot and sat under a tree, Eddie approached you.

“Hey princess, gotta say I’m surprised you are never ever here after the buses leave. What’s up?”

“My mother is picking me up for some appointment, just waiting I suppose.”

“Well, I guess a lady should not have to wait on her own.” He sat down. Even if you did want to wait alone, there he was sitting next to you. There was still a part of you that didn’t want to be seen with Eddie Munson but you knew that wasn’t right. He was just sitting contently, not talking for once when you said,

“Hey, come to my house tonight, we can study for our English exam. I know for a fact, you have not been paying attention in class and unfortunately, I don’t think you should become a quadruple senior if it can be avoided.” You both laughed.

“Fine, I’ll come over but I can’t promise I will pay attention to anything you try to teach me princess.” Suddenly, your mom pulled up and you shoved your Walkman in your bag and stood.

“7pm, Oak St, red door. Do not bring any drugs or my mom will flip.”

“Got it, Ms. Goody two shoes”. He mocked. You affectionately flipped him off and got into the car with your mom.

“Who is that?” She asked as soon as your head was inside the car. You knew to lie.

“Just a boy from my English class. He knows I study a lot so he asked if I could tutor him before our test tomorrow, he’s coming over tonight.”

“Fine, but he looks like trouble. You better keep your door open and he has to leave by 10. Got it?”

“Got it.” The thing is…he was trouble and you knew it deep down but he was freer than you, he was free in the way you wanted to be and you were going to take any opportunity to live like he did, even if he didn’t always make the best decisions.

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He came over, and it went well. He didn’t do much studying but you didn’t care, you just liked hanging out with him. He would lay on your bed tossing an old baseball into the air and catching it while you entertained him with stories of your childhood and middle school phases. He did the same and you would just talk to ages. It felt good to talk to someone that way considering you were quiet 90% of the time. “Study” night became a weekly thing. Tuesday nights when he didn’t have his weird D&D club.

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A few months went by of fairly consistent study nights and suddenly it was time for the school’s biggest pride, the basketball game. Frankly you wished it were something cooler like football, but there weren’t enough players for a team. Therefore, the final basketball game was the cherished social event of the season. You had to go because Sam was on the cheer team even though you dreaded sitting in a hot gym watching frail high school boys throw an orange ball around just to get excited when it made it into the hoop. It all seemed trivial to you. Eddie wasn’t there from what you could tell, if anyone hated basketball more than you it was him. It was just after half time when you decided to step outside to smoke—one of the worst influences Eddie had on you. You walked a few feet from the building when you saw him standing against a wall also smoking. You immediately put out your cigarette and ran over to him, happy to get a break from all the fakeness happening just inside the gym doors. Everyone was just trying to be someone else for the people they wanted to see. Guess that’s high school for you.

“Eddie! What are you doing here? I thought you hated basketball?” You hugged him nonchalantly.

“I do, I just missed you and knew you would be here. Plus my uncle is drinking at the trailer and I would rather not be home with him ya know?”

“You miss me? Eddie, it's not like we are dating or anything?” You laugh, oblivious to the slight hurt in his voice when he says,

“Yeah I know, I just wanted to see my favorite friend”. He forced a smile.

“Wanna hang out in your van? I could use a break from whatever the hell is happening in there”.

“Sure! Right this way m’lady.” Truth be told, Eddie was horny, and yes he did miss you and he did want to see you but he also wanted more. He was horny enough to drive all the way to the high school and to wait for you outside. Even if he didn’t get to touch you, which he never would without permission, he could at least look at you and lately he had to make due, considering you weren’t ‘dating or anything’. You sat in the back of his van and drank from the bottle he gave you. You began to relax as he sat next to you. Suddenly you grabbed his hand to examine his rings. You and Eddie didn’t touch all that often. Besides the playful punch or pat on the back, you kept your distance. Not for any particular reason, you just never felt the need to be touchy. Eddie was too scared to touch you because he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop. You used your other hand to trace around his rings. They were huge and cold and the sensation was nice to your tipsy self. You asked him what each one was and if it had a meaning and he tried his best to focus on the questions but frankly all he could focus on was how your soft skin felt on his. He had always noticed you, not in a sexual way at first, but you always caught his attention, which is why he was secretly ecstatic when you wanted to buy drugs from him—an opportunity to get to know more about you. He was joking when he said that thing about you being in his bed that first night you spent in his trailer but as you spent more time together he noticed the little things about you, the little things that you didn’t want other people to notice. For example, he loved how your freckles darkened after sitting in the sun and he loved how the curve of your neck led to your collarbones. He loved how you started painting your fingernails black after he gave you his bottle of nail polish. Every little detail he found entrancing and sexy. He knew you didn’t feel the same and so he never said anything but something about tonight made him actually get up to find you. Jerking off in his room alone just wasn’t going to do it. He didn’t want you to stop but you got up and out of nowhere said,

“Give me your rings.”

“What?” He said, snapping out of his haze.

“Give them to me I wanna do something”. Frankly he would do anything you said. He took off his rings, which in all honestly he never took off, this was the first time they came off since he put them on. You slid them onto your fingers and they were entirely too big but you promised to be careful. Next you found one of his Hellfire Club t-shirts and switched it for whatever shirt you were wearing. You turned around so he wouldn’t see your bra but still Eddie gulped at the thought of you in just a black bra. When you turned back around you put on an annoying high pitched voice and said,

“Hello, princess. I am Eddie Munson and I play D&D and like Black Sabbath and sometimes I smoke. Also did I mention I have yet to graduate from high school?” You stumbled around giving your best Eddie impression. Although the alcohol made it seem much more spot on than in reality.

“What the fuck is that, [y/l/n]. You’re drunk. Sit down before you hurt yourself. Also I do not sound like that.”

“I’m not drunk, just tipsy and having fun is all.” You weren’t drunk, that was the truth but you just wanted to let go and have fun and in comparison to your normal personality, it seemed as though you were very very drunk.

“Give me my rings back before you break them or something else in here.” He laughed, it was quite entertaining. You gave all the rings back except one. It was one of the smaller rings and it fit perfectly on your index finger. Along with the ring you kept the t-shirt on. Eddie tried not to stare at the way it hugged your breasts and fell past your shorts. When he realized he’d been staring for too long he said the first thing that came to his mind,

“So…uh…how was the game before you left.”

“HA, like you care... We were winning”.

“You’re right I don’t care.” He took a swig from the bottle and took a deep breath. If he was going to say anything it had to be now. It had to be in this perfect moment of tipsiness where you were wearing his t-shirt in the back of his van spending time with him and only him.

“Fuck.” That’s all he could say. Desperate and still very horny.

“What?” You looked at him confused.

“I don’t know if I should say”. You sat up and looked him in the eyes.

“Eddie, you can tell me anything. We haven’t been hanging out this much just to not tell eachother everything.” You meant it, he could tell you anything, it wouldn’t change how you felt about him.

“This is different though.” He somberly smiled.

“Fine then, don’t say it, you’re such an asshole sometimes.”

“Fuck it. Fine…” He sat up and looked at you.

“It’s just that you are in my van with my t-shirt on and my ring and maybe it’s just because I’m super horny tonight or whatever but I would kill someone just to fuck you right now.” He didn’t break eye contact with you.

“Eddie, I…” You weren’t sober enough to completely and thoroughly process what he had said and it took you by surprise.

“No it’s fine, I know you don’t feel the same. I just needed to say that and if you don’t want to be friends or whatever anymore, I get it. If you wanna go, just go.”

“No Eddie, listen…” But he wasn’t.

“I mean fuck, this always happens, I always have to ruin the relationships that are the most important to me. FUCK.” You could tell he was spiraling and to be fair maybe you did want him to fuck you. Does he think you were playing with his rings for fun? Some men are so oblivious. He kept babbling on and you knew speaking wasn’t going to work so you gently placed your hand on his cheek and pulled his face to look at yours.

“Eddie, stop. Listen to me. Nothing you could say would change the way I feel about you. A little horniness isn’t going to change anything”. You laughed at the way it sounded.

“And who says I don’t want you to fuck me. Not to generalize you or whatever but you do happen to be a hot rocker boy with a van. Can’t say I haven’t imagined what you’d do to me every now and then.” Eddie swallowed and chose his next words carefully.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying [y/n]?” Maybe it was the alcohol, but all you said was,

“God Eddie, fuck me please, at least kiss me.” And with that Eddie was sitting in front of you pulling you in gently for a kiss. He knew he was eager to touch every part of you, to taste every part of you but he didn’t want to do something he wasn’t supposed to. He was respectful and kind and asked you if he could touch you here or kiss you there. He took it slow and you didn’t mind. It was amazing. You tried not to think about all the other girls he must have done this with.

“Fuck Eddie, that feels so good”, you moaned out as he licked the sweet spot he found on your neck. He knew that this opportunity may never come again and he wanted to milk it for all it was worth. You pushed him back and made him sit against the wall as you straddled him. It wasn’t a surprise when you felt how hard he was underneath you. He was containing himself very well for the circumstances. He cursed and moaned as you grinded on him gently, trying to get a reaction from him. You pulled at the base of his hair and when your eyes met his was full of lust. You leaned in to kiss him and only pulled away to catch your breath. His hand traveled under your shirt and stopped when he touched the edge of your bra. He pulled away from the kiss to ask if he could keep going and when you said yes, and he struggled to undo the clasp of your bra, you reached back and did it yourself. Maybe he hasn’t been with as many girls as you thought. He slowly raised your shirt until it was almost at your neck so you could give him the go ahead. He took off your shirt, threw it to the side and helped you slip your bra off. He stared at your bare chest for a minute before bringing his hands to them. You sighed as he finally made contact with your sensitive nipples. You sat up on your knees so he could reach them with his mouth and he did not hesitate to please. You again began to slowly grind on him and he moaned onto your breasts, the vibration sending a shot of pleasure through your core. His hands explored your hair and your back as you suddenly pulled away.

“It feels awfully unfair that one of us still has their shirt on”. Eddie quickly threw his shirt to the ground and you ran your hand over his necklaces that sat perfectly on his chest, down to the waistband of his infamous black skinny jeans. You backed away from the straddling position you were in so you could effectively pull down his pants and boxers. Eddie’s big personality didn’t end at his dick—he was long and relatively thick, to be fair you didn’t have many previous examples to compare him to. He was also hard, very hard and the precum oozing out of his tip was a testament to just exactly how turned on he was. To be fair you had never given a blowjob before but if there is one thing you learned from Sam, it was to fake til you make it. Confidence took over as you used your thumb to spread the liquid around his tip. Eddie hissed in pleasure and managed to say almost every curse word he could think of. This was the moment he had been dreaming about for months and he wouldn’t let anything ruin it. You removed your hand, spit on it and placed back onto his dick, beginning to slowly move up and down. You watched his face to see what pressure and speed got the most reaction and kept it going.

“Fuck, princess. If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum.”

“And what’s the problem with that?” And before he could say anything else, you wrapped your lips around his tip and began to suck him off. He was in heaven, you could tell by the whimpers and sounds he was making. Who knew that such a loud, confident boy could completely change just because of your touch. Everytime his hips bucked up you gently pushed them down with your free hand. His whimpers grew louder as he got closer to releasing and you knew what you wanted. You kept the pace going and soon enough he was pulling on your hair and cumming into your mouth.

“Fuck princess, holy shit, that was amazing.” You looked up at him and swallowed as he watched. The action made him groan.

“You're incredible, princess. God, I do not regret coming here tonight. Shit.” He was breathing heavily, chest moving up and down along with his necklaces.

“Who says the fun has to stop?” You said slyly.

“Are you sure princess? You want to keep going? We don’t have to, it's okay.”

“There is no way I did all that just to get nothing back.” You stood up the best you could without hitting the ceiling of the van and you pushed your shorts off leaving just your black lacy underwear. He quickly pulled you back down and pushed himself between your legs. Kissing your thighs, he hooked one finger through the leg of your underwear and began to gently pull them down. His mouth never left the soft inside of your thighs. Suddenly you were completely naked before Eddie Munson and it was invigorating. There was a part of you that was insecure and worried what he would think considering you only had a few basic sexual experiences before. You didn’t know what you would taste like or look like to him and you were nervous. Not nervous enough to stop, just the type of nervous that’s in the back of your mind. Eddie could tell you were hesitant so he brought his head to yours, planting a firm and quick kiss on your lips before saying,

“Hey, if you’re worried, we really can stop. I won’t mind.” God, he was so sweet but you wanted this.

“No, Eddie, it’s really okay. I just haven’t done this before and I want it to be good for you.”

“Princess, believe me, I’ve imagined this moment in my head hundreds of times and so far you’ve more than exceeded my expectations. I’ll go slow, I promise.” Did he really desire you this much? You worried he only became friends with you just for the sex, but that wasn’t something you could think about now. He slowly lowered himself back down between your legs and kissed your thighs once more before gently licking your folds stopping at your clit to lick circles around it. God you hoped he was enjoying just as much as you were. Eddie groaned everytime you moaned his name and truthfully he was enjoying it probably even more than you. If he had his way, you would be sat on his face for hours but he knew he had to work up to that. In between licks he would mutter things like,

“Fuck princess, you’re so wet for me.” and “God you taste amazing”. Despite the pleasure you were feeling, you were happy for the reassurance. He went on for a few minutes only stopping to breathe or say something or moan. You started to feel the signs of an incoming climax but before you could say anything Eddie put two fingers inside of you, agonizingly slowly pushing in and out hitting your g-spot everytime. The cold metal of his rings lightly touching the sensitive folds Eddie had been licking for what felt like an eternity. You were a mess—moaning and calling out his name. Eddie was treating you like his last meal and it wasn’t long before you were coming undone onto his fingers.

“Fuck Eddie, I’m cumming.” You kept cursing and moaning as he didn’t let up and made your orgasm last as long as possible. When he finally lapped up every drop of wetness you produced. He sat up and looked at you as he licked his fingers causing you to sigh. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and leaned in to kiss you. He thought about how hot it was that you would be able to taste yourself left on his lips. He sat in front of you, kissing you and running his hands all over your body as reassurance to himself that you were okay. When he pulled away from you he had that concerned look on his face again,

“[y/n], are you still okay? How was that?” You could tell he needed even more reassurance and so you said,

“Eddie, that was amazing. You did such a good job. Are you okay?” He lit up at the praise and smiled before kissing you again.

“Princess, do not worry about me. I am more than okay. I think I’m in heaven.” He laughed lightly. You looked down and saw he was hard again. He blushed when he noticed you looking.

“It’s okay, we can stop.” But you needed him, you felt empty when his fingers left you and you knew he could fill you up even more. You looked at him dead in the eyes and said with a seriousness in your voice,

“Eddie, I said I wanted you to fuck me, so. fuck. me.” He took no hesitation to lead you to lay down on your back. He kneeled in between your legs and rubbed himself a few times before lining up with your entrance.

“This might hurt a little, but I promise it will feel good after.” He assured you. How had he known you were a virgin? It’s not like you had ever told him explicitly. Yeah you had touched yourself before and gave a handjob to your 8th grade boyfriend but it wasn’t as good as this. He slowly pushed inside of you and he was right, it did hurt a little. It felt tight, a tightness that he was definitely enjoying.

“Fuck you’re so tight princess. Feels so good.” He could barely get out as he hissed at the sensation. He bottomed out and began to pull out—the pain had yet to subside. When he slowly pushed back in for the second time it felt better and as he continued the pain quickly turned into pleasure and as you began moaning and throwing your head back he began to pick up the pace. He wasn’t exactly railing you as he had fantasized about but he certainly never thought he would get this far in reality so he took his time. You grabbed your legs to provide him better access and he stared at the way he went in and out of you. He bent down as his hands went from your breasts to your neck to your hair and face. You eventually grabbed his hand when it went to your neck as a sign to keep it there. He applied pressure to the sides of your neck still allowing you to breath and the lack of blood to your brain made you dizzy with pleasure.

“Aww does princess like being choked?” He said slyly.

“Fuck that’s hot”. He kept a steady pace until he was about to cum.

“Princess, I’m gonna cum, fuck. Where should I…” You interrupted him,

“Inside me, please I wanna feel it, I’m on the pill don’t worry.” You said in between heavy breaths. You felt your climax coming along as well and you knew you wanted to come with him. You changed your focus to avoid coming before him. You noticed just how hot the van had gotten and how the windows were steamed up. There wasn’t any noise outside so you assumed the game was still going. All you could hear was Eddie’s moans and heavy breaths just as you could hear yours. The sound of slapping skin wasn’t quiet either. Suddenly you were both coming together and as Eddie released into you all you could feel was the warm sensation it left. He pulled out and sat back as he watched his cum slowly drip out of you. He made a mental note to never forget the sight of it. He leaned in once again to kiss you and then crawled away to find something to clean you up. His van floor was covered in blankets and pillows and magazines. Like his room it was an organized mess. He turned around with a towel in hand and assured you that it was clean. He wiped you gently leaving kisses on your forehead as he did. You both were exhausted and after finding your underwear and Eddie’s hellfire t-shirt you laid down on the van floor and closed your eyes. Eddie put on his boxers and laid next to you. You shifted your head to his chest and he placed his arm under your neck. It was nice to lay here like this. The warmth inside the van acted as your blanket as you cuddled with Eddie—both of you sticky with sweat.

“This doesn’t change anything does it?” Eddie said as he lit up a cigarette.

“No, of course not Eddie. I said that earlier.”

“Yeah but is this going to be us now? Best friends who fucked that one time?”

“I don’t know and I’m too tired to think about it. Let’s just lay like this for a little longer.” Eddie wanted to bring up how he felt for you but he decided it wasn’t the best time. You lifted your head up and planted a kiss on his jaw,

“Thank you for tonight. I really did enjoy it Eddie.” You saw him smile as you closed your eyes. Truth was, you didn’t want this to be the last time but you figured you could talk about it another time. Eddie always felt his heart race when you referred to him by his name. Most of the time people just called him ‘freak’ but you actually viewed him as a person with feelings and he couldn’t have been more grateful. You both fell asleep as your hand played with the string of his necklaces.

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You woke up a few hours later, Eddie was awake and smoking a cigarette, his arm still wrapped behind your head. You sat up a bit and grabbed the cigarette from him and took a long drag. Without saying anything you handed it back to him. You found your pants and jacket and left without saying anything. You didn’t know what to say and anything you could’ve said would have only made things more awkward. You left the van and as you looked back at Eddie his eyes were worried. He didn’t dare say anything either. You got back home and immediately went to sleep—or at least tried as your mind raced with memories of only hours before. You liked spending time with Eddie and it was true when you said he was hot—it’s just that you never considered what it would be like to date him. Truth be told you were scared of commitment and you didn’t even know if he liked you that way or not. The harsh thought that he was just friends with you for sex, settled in and made you even more worried. You purposely avoided drama and deep relationships with people. Sam was your best friend and you told her everything about your current life but that didn’t mean she knew anything about your life before Hawkins. Same went for Eddie. You hung out and he knew stupid shit like your favorite color and movie but not the things that really mattered and you didn’t care for people to know those things because you knew one day you would just move somewhere else or go to college and then it wouldn’t matter.

You laid in bed overthinking for hours. Thank god it was a Friday and you could have the weekend to think and just be alone. You slept, listened to your tapes and did homework the entire weekend and suddenly it was Monday. You didn’t want to see Eddie, you decided it was better to just not think about what had happened and you knew if you saw Eddie that one, he would want to talk and two, you had to think about it. You avoided Eddie the entire week and even though he made attempts to come up and talk to you in the lunch line and at your locker, you just walked away. Eddie’s concern for you and the relationship you had turned to anger with you for ignoring him. It escalated to the point where he showed up to your house Friday night in the middle of a thunderstorm. You happened to be in the kitchen when you heard the knock on your door. You were no less than shocked when you opened the door to reveal a soaked Eddie Munson.

“Eddie?! What the hell are you doing here?...Oh my god, just come in.” He stepped through the door, he seemed upset and angry even. He looked at you and then turned his head to see your parents in the living room watching TV and then back at you. He grabbed your hand and started to pull you up the stairs.

“Door open.” Your mom lazily yelled as you were dragged into your room. Eddie closed the door behind you and sat on your desk chair, still soaking wet. You grabbed a towel from the closet and tossed it to him. His head was in his hands as he looked at the floor—he still hadn’t said a word.

“Eddie, what is going on? You can’t just come here and drag me to my room without saying anything!” You were angry and had to remind yourself not to yell. Eddie used the towel to dry his face and without looking up he said,

“You’re the one who hasn’t said anything. You’ve been ignoring me all week.” He had a seriousness in his voice that you weren’t used to hearing.

“Eddie, I–”

“Don’t. I knew I shouldn’t have fucking said anything.” He finally looked up at you. You sat on the edge of your bed.

“I just didn’t know what to say Eddie. It was just too much. I mean everything happened so fast and I just didn’t know what to say and I knew if I saw you, that would mean I would’ve had to think about it.”

“Do you regret it, [y/n]?”

“Eddie, no of course not. I just didn’t know what was going to happen after and I was too scared that things would change and I just couldn’t bring myself to talk about it.” You spoke slowly trying to find the best way to convey how you felt even though you didn’t really know yourself.

“Fuck, [y/n], you just left me in there and I thought I was never gonna see you again and then when you ignored me at school, my worst nightmare was coming true.” Being the slight asshole you were, you said,

“Me not talking to you is your worst nightmare?” There was a sense of sarcasm in your voice but Eddie was too focused to notice.

“You know I like you right?” He looked back down to the floor to avoid seeing whatever reaction you had.

“Eddie, I—fuck, this is all so confusing—Eddie…I meant what I said when I told you I enjoyed sleeping with you. And I don’t regret it, it’s just that I’ve always just thought of you as a friend. And there was a part of me that thought maybe you were just being my friend just to eventually have sex with me. And I—”

“Never in a million years.”

“What?” Eddie got up and sat next to you taking your hands in his.

“Never in a fucking million years would I just use you for sex”. His anger seemed to subside into concern.

“I…I just think I need time, Eddie. This is a lot all at once and I’m not used to these kinds of relationships with people.”

“It’s okay, take your time. I will always be here waiting for you.” It was true. Eddie would wait. Never in his life had someone made him feel more human than you did. You looked at him and placed your hand on his cheek—his still soaked hair brushing against you. The way Eddie was kind and always concerned for you melted your heart. You could cry just thinking about it. He was loud and confident but when he was with you, you could tell just how much he cared about you—he was softer. You stroked his cheek with your thumb and thought about kissing him, but you stopped yourself not wanting to make things more complicated than they already were. You didn’t know how to respond so you stood up and grabbed the towel you tossed him earlier. You brought it over and placed it over his head.

“Come on, we gotta get you dried off.” You let out a slight laugh and rubbed the towel over his hair much like how you would dry off a dog. He grabbed your forearms and let the towel slide to the floor. He looked at you once again with his soft eyes and stood up still holding onto you.

“Can I kiss you?” He said so quietly, that you could barely hear him. He continued,

“I know things are a mess right now but I—”. Before he could say anything else you kissed him bringing your hands to his face as his hands slid to your hips resting there gently. The kiss was loving, not full of desire or passion but care and concern for one another. You let go and hugged him.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you, I mean it. It was shitty. I’m sorry”.

“Don’t apologize, it was my fault for being too forward.”

“No Eddie, enough of that shit. I did something stupid and I’m sorry.” He didn’t say anything back but hugged you harder. You backed away and started walking downstairs, he followed.

“I’ll see you Monday Eddie. Don’t worry about me.”

“I’m always gonna worry about you princess.” He said with a smile and left back into the rain. It’s not like you could tell your parents about the current situation so you called Sam. Sam was friends with everyone. She was kind and respectful and was always doing one extracurricular or another and she always gave you the best advice. Sam functioned as though she had her whole life planned out, she knew who she wanted to be and you were just glad she wouldn’t judge you for the story you were about to tell her.

—Sorry for the abrupt cutoff! I swear I’m writing more as you read this! Stay tuned!

[mantis-a-shrimp]

Hey quick reminder that

MY EXISTENCE ISN'T POLITICAL

I am a normal fucking person that is just trying to live my goddamned life. I don't know why y'all care about my sexuality or gender so fucking much, considering it doesn't affect you whatsoever. How I live my life or how any other trans/queer person lives their lives is not for you to scrutinize while you have a circlejerk debate about whether or not I deserve to exist.

In conclusion, Mind your own fucking business.

[dameronology]

trigger (frank castle)

summary: frank castle lives to protect you. he doesn't take it very well when you do the same for him.

warnings: brief mentions of loss, injury, swearing, weapons

mannn i haven't written for frank in ages. i missed him. enjoy.

- jazz

The air in your apartment was so thick that it couldn’t have even been cut with a knife. It was held mostly in the small gap between you and Frank, almost enough to be suffocating but not quite enough to asphyxiate you completely. His actions were sharp and calm as he stitched you up, hands barely wavering. Methodical, steady, routine - a direct opposite to everything he was at every other second of the day. It was a funny contrast to your own state - bruises and blood aside; your palms were clammy, heart pounding in your chest and wasps swarming in your stomach. It wasn’t fear. Not at Frank, at least. No matter how fucking stupid you were, he would never lay a finger on you. The thought alone made him angry at whatever fictional version of himself was capable of that. And then he got angry at his regular self for possessing a mind that even went there.

“Frank-” you tried to speak, voice smashing the cold, hard silence.

“- don’t,” his gruff voice caught you out. “Just…not right now.”

He didn’t have the words, to be frank (though sometimes he wished he wasn’t). He’d always had recurring nightmares about you throwing yourself in the line of fire but hell. Frank had never expected you to actually fucking do it. The worst part was that you hadn’t even hesitated; you hadn’t paused for a single goddamn second to consider the consequences. That was exactly the kind of thing he was supposed to do for you: protect you. Not the other way round. You were pure and golden and worthy of saving and he was…he was The Punisher. He was vexed and sacrilegious as they came, all shades of red and anger. He wasn’t supposed to be worth saving.

And yet here you were, bleeding out on his couch. Because of him; because you’d deemed him important enough to be worth risking your own life for.

You’d gotten lucky. The bullet had barely skimmed your shoulder, but the fight that followed with your assailant had left some nasty cuts and scrapes. They were scattered over your stomach and down your arm - nothing too jarring, but still a little too much for Frank given the circumstances. He worked on your arm first, gently dabbing away at the wounds.

“You’re gonna have to lose the shirt,” he murmured, gently tugging at your top. You let him pull it off of you, exposing the marks on your stomach. His breath caught in his throat.

“Can I just say something-”

“-no,” Frank’s tone was curt and final. “Just let me clean you up, okay? Right now I can’t even fuckin’ look at you in this state and I’m gonna say something I don’t mean.”

His heart broke when you pulled away from him, slinking back into the couch. You folded your arms over your chest and glanced away from him - your eyes were darting around the room, looking at anything but him. The cracks in the wall, the late rent payment hung up on the fridge, piles of boots abandoned by the door. It was the safe haven that you’d built for yourselves and now, it was threatening to implode.

“Hey,” Frank said, voice a little more docile now. “Look at me.”

You wouldn’t. Your eyes stayed put.

“Look at me,” he grabbed your wrists, gently pulling you back towards him. “Don’t make me beg. You know I don’t beg.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“You wanna be like that?” he raised an eyebrow. “Fine. Throw all the tantrums you want. Whatever keeps you busy.”

Large hands worked away to patch you up - again, it was nothing too dire but for Frank Castle, anything more than a paper cut was deemed too much. You were both grateful that none of it had to be stitched up. His stitching skills were a little less than stellar and you didn’t all that much fancy the wonky scarring. Still, he was extremely tender in his actions.

The Punisher’s hands were capable of many things; some bloody, some pleasurable, some less than desirable. They were calloused and scarred and rough around the edges but when he tangled his fingers with yours or ran a large palm down your back, you felt safe. It was a metaphor for who he was, in many ways. Violent to literally every other single person on the planet but gentle with you.

Frank wrapped the final piece of gauze around your stomach; he pinned it in place and reached for one of his shirts out the strewn laundry basket on the floor, guiding it over your head. It smelt like him; cheap laundry detergent, the Lacoste aftershave that he swore by and…the general scent of guns. Whatever that may be.

He stayed silent as he picked you up - one arm under your legs and one under your arms - and carried you through to the bedroom. His movements were still methodical; too methodical. Almost silent and deadly as he placed you on the bed and moved about the room, removing his boots and holsters and belt. The mattress dipped beside you as he sat down, broad back facing away from you.

“Frank,” you began. “If you don’t start talking I’m getting my shit and I’m staying at my mum’s tonight.”

He glanced over at you, a derivative snort escaping his lips. “Do you really fucking think that you can take the high road right now, sweetheart?”

“I almost took a bullet for you and you’re acting like I did the opposite, like I took a gun and pointed it at your head-”

“- it kinda felt like you did!” Frank stood up, turning to face you. “You can’t do shit like that!”

“And you can?!” you shot back. “Maybe I wasn’t thinking straight but hell, Frank, I was trying to save your life!”

“I’ve never asked you to-”

“- you don’t have to-”

“- that’s my job-”

“- it goes both ways-”

“- it shouldn’t -”

“ - you make no fucking sense, Frank-”

“- I can’t lose you, goddammit!”

His voice ripped through the walls like a bullet, right into the core of your chest. You stopped, mouth slightly hanging open as you held his gaze. Frank was red in the face, cheeks stained with tears - you hadn’t seen him cry before - and chest heaving. It felt like time had stopped around you. The noise outside continued - the shouts and beeps and sounds of Manhattan - but you could only hear your heart pounding in your chest.

Neither of you wanted to speak first. It was a battle of wills, really - one part of you was fixated on how idiotic the man sounded, spewing all this bullshit of how he can only save you, but you had to look at the wider picture. Frank had lost everything humanly possible; his wife, his kids, his name. His entire world had been torn apart one too many times and he wasn’t about to let it happen again. Frank was happy to lose anything else - this apartment, his guns, the old piece of shit car you shared - but not you. He could rebuild again; constantly and continuously, but only if you were there. He’d pack up and move across the world, across the street, across the block, but it was all fucking pointless if he didn’t have you. Frank Castle would have bled himself dry just to keep you by his side. God forbid you do the same.

“Hey,” you propped yourself up on your knees, crossing the mattress and opening your arms to him. “C’mere, Frank. C’mere.”

The vigilante fell forward, broad arms meeting the middle of your torso as he picked up. You wrapped your legs around his waist, preparing for impact as he spun around and fell backwards onto the mattress. He held onto you tightly, chest to chest, forehead to forehead.

“I love you,” you pressed a kiss to his cheek, and then the other, and then his nose. “I love you so fucking much and I would do anything for you, okay?”

“I love you too,” he murmured. “But you can’t be doing batshit stuff like that. It scares the fuckin’ daylights outta me. Jumping into bullets left, right and center like some damn ninja? I dunno who the fuck you think you are but best be keeping your pretty ass still-”

“- I can do as I want with my pretty ass,” you cut him off, fighting back a smile. “I get it, though. I don’t want you to lose me as much as I don’t want to lose you and for that reason - by my own choice and not yours, because this is not the 1920s - I will refrain from being a ninja in future.”

His large palms ran up and down your back, gently passing over the bruises. You leaned into him, burying your head under his and letting out a small sigh.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry,” you quietly said. “I’m not sorry for saving your ass but I am sorry for not thinking beforehand.”

“It’s okay,” Frank replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I just…you know I’d never stop raining on hell on this goddamn city if I lost you, right? I’d go through every bastard, every criminal, every fucking person and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

You felt him tense up beneath you, so you popped your head up, holding his gaze. The thought alone of losing you was starting to get to him again.

“I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

Frank placed a hand on the back of your head, pulling your head back into his chest and sinking back down in the mattress. It was a tight grip, almost as if he was clinging onto you - it certainly felt that like sometimes. Like you were slipping through his fingers, day by day, bit by bit, until you’d be gone completely, free falling from the hot fucking mess he’d created. The irony was that he couldn’t have been more wrong. He was just as much to you as you were to him.

He’d protect you with his life. You were his life.f

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC is Half Demon and They’re- Oh Crap They’re Barbatos’ Kid!

This is the second part of that one request I answered for Dia and Barb’s possible kids. Sorry this took so long! Writer’s block, y’know? Anyhoo~ enjoy, everyone!

This story didn’t start on the first day of the exchange program, it started five days before in Barbatos’ room at three in the morning with the poor butler waking up in a cold sweat.

Oh dear, it appeared the exchange program would be up in a bit of a tizzy. He had… a child? Oh my… Barbatos hoped the young master wouldn’t be too miffed about the student not being a totally normal human.

On the day of the exchange program, Barbatos insisted he had to be present for the event, he carefully pushed a cushioned sofa in the drop zone before opening the portal. The child fell right out of the sky and landed perfectly on the couch, they were already wearing a helmet and looked quite shocked by the cushioned fall.

Well, it was a big shock to the assembled crowd, but the child gave everyone a lopsided smile and removed their helmet.

“So, I assume I’m here for the exchange program?”

Dadbatos

Well, this child was incredibly… what was the word the kids were using? chill? They were quite chill considering the situation, and was surprisingly prepared for the sudden drop into hell.

“Oh, I had a dream that this was going to happen, and I dream about the future n’stuff. I thought I’d come prepared.” “Ah, that’s very sensible.”

Diavolo recovered quickly from his shock and was positively delighted to meet this little munchkin. He insisted that they had to stay with their dad.

MC was polite, if not a bit overly calm about a lot of things. They didn’t run off to start trouble, and they didn’t seem very impressed by the Devildom itself. It was sort of like this child had a very low maximum level of excitement. Barbatos was glad his child wasn’t some little hellraiser.

He was never a child himself, so he’s a bit clueless about what children actually enjoy. Here child, have a… have an old torture weapon. Don’t use it on anyone who doesn’t deserve it :)

(I’m kidding, Barbatos is too responsible to give one of his instruments of torture to a child. That’s for when they’re older.)

“MC,” Barbatos knocked on his child’s door. “Have you done your homework?”

MC answered the door with a grin on their face. “Yep, done this week’s and next week’s. I’m getting a head start on the potions project due next week.”

Barbatos almost breathed a small sigh of relief. Thank the stars his child was responsible, it already took a big chunk of his energy to make sure Diavolo didn’t get distracted from his paperwork. Though, his stress levels did rise a tad when he got a glimpse at the mess in MC’s room.

“Are you going to clean that?”

“Nah,” MC shrugged. “It’s whatever. I know where everything is and nothing’s a fall risk. See you at dinner, father.”

And with that, MC shut the door. Well… no child was perfect.

As much as MC’s lack of cleanliness bothers Barbatos, he knows his kid isn’t being maliciously lazy, just for the love of the Demon King please stop leaving cups on the coffee tables without a coaster!

Oh yeah, Luke has a big sib. Sorry- little sib, because Luke isn’t some chihuahua child, he’s a totally mature grown-up Angel.

Barbatos is the type of father who will let his child go off and have whatever kind of fun they want as long as they don’t slack on their important duties.

Barbs also has a goddamn torture dungeon so we here at Stupid Headcanons inc. do NOT recommend trying to eat MC. Doing so may result in you wishing you were dead.

Don’t fuck with the butler.

Lucifer

…out of literally everyone in the room, the last person Lucifer expected to have a secret scandal baby… had a scandal baby. Damn.

At least the human wouldn’t have to live with him and his brothers. The last thing Lucifer wanted was for Barbatos to be even more aware of the chaos that went down in that house every single day.

MC and Lucifer have a healthy level of respect for one another, but Lucifer just can’t shake the feeling that this kid is messing with him somehow.

Just, little things… MC offering him fruit and loudly assuring him that it was just blackberries and nothing poisonous, asking if the RAD uniform suits his tastes, proclaiming that the dirt was high quality-

SOMEONE TOLD MC ABOUT LUCIFER’S FIRST VISIT TO THE DEVILDOM!

MC wasn’t exactly visibly goading him, they said everything with an innocent smile on their face.

When MC starts getting nosy with the attic, he’s not terribly sure how to deal with it. He was going up against a child that could at least partially tell the future. After the first time Lucifer told them to scram, they never went back to the steps… at least not when Lucifer was there to guard it…

After everything goes down, Lucifer is glad that MC wasn’t hurt or anything. He’d come to like the child and it’d be awful to lose the only person who could get his more hyperactive brothers to calm down.

Mammon

Mammon wasn’t present for the meeting, but when he was informed later, the news was met with an eloquent: “the fuck? Huh, wild.”

He isn’t too interested in MC at first. At least until the little runt saved him from getting busted for skipping class. Mammon was just eating his lunch in the courtyard when MC passed by and calmly told him that if he skipped class he should not hang out in the west staircase because Lucifer was going to walk down those steps during third period.

At first Mammon tried to brush off the warning, but ended up listening to the kid anyway, and what do ya know! He didn’t get caught by Lucifer!

That’s when it clicked that MC could see the future, right? Right?! Ya know what Mammon could use that for?! Right?!

Gambling! Scams! Schemes! General shennaniganery!

MC wasn’t terribly enthused about the entire situation, so they may have messed with Mammon a little. Just a bit.

It’s not like Mammon ever listened when MC told him to cut his losses and leave the casino anyway 🙄

Leviathan

First reaction? Thank the anime gods that there wouldn’t be another normie living in the house with him…

Reaction upon hearing that the MC was Barb’s kid? Really? Barbatos? Wow… well, to be fair Levi totally understood why someone would be attracted to Barbatos, I mean, Levi’s watched plenty of anime involving butlers, but Barbatos actually having a living breathing child? Damn.

But still, Levi wasn’t going to hang out with some normie brat. He had better and nerdier things to devote his time to.

Whenever MC visited, Levi was up in his room. But once MC decided to poke their head in the door while Levi was in the middle of gamer raging.

They calmly sat Levi down and explained to him that he could be upset about whatever happened in his game, but lashing out wasn’t going to fix anything or make him better at the actual game.

…damn it… they were right.

Slowly but surely Levi and MC built up a friendship, and the brothers rejoiced at the lack of rage related Lotan summons.

Satan

Out of everything Satan could have possibly expected from the second exchange student, this was not one of them.

Satan began to wonder exactly how MC’s powers worked, he didn’t exactly have any concrete data to compare them to because Barbatos was so mysterious

Hm, how very interesting. Satan decided that it was up to him to satiate his own curiosity and began to study MC. To be honest, MC wasn’t being terribly interesting.

They were a pretty normal kid all things considered. MC went to class, made friends, did their work, very very normal. Well, except for the fact that they seemed to dodge practically every unfortunate thing that could have happened to them.

They’d stop at the perfect time to avoid something accidentally being spilled on them, they always had pencils ready, and they always seemed to know exactly when a teacher was coming… mad sus.

Satan eventually confronted MC about this, and they just shrugged and explained that they tend to dream about what was most likely to happen the next day and would adjust their actions accordingly.

It may have been anticlimactic, but MC did inform Satan that there would be a cat in the courtyard in fifteen minutes.

HE NEEDED TO GO!

Asmodeus

Asmo had genuinely been looking forward to the new exchange program, he was excited to have a new face around the house to shake things up! He loves his dear brothers but spending thousands of years with them makes their shenanigans become a bit… well, a bit boring.

But my oh my, the new face was being obscured by that tacky bicycle helmet… the new face looked an awful lot like Barbatos…

Once Asmo registered what was going on, he was positively enchanted with the little half human. They were just so cute! They looked like a baby Barbatos with those adorably chubby cheeks!

Oh Barbatos~ he just had to let Asmo babysit!

When Asmo managed to sweep MC away for a fun day with shifty uncle Solomon, he was reminded of all the shenanigans that he, Barbatos, and Solomon used to get up to.

*sigh, Barbie was always so busy… no time for a fun night of torture, chaos, and revelry

Anyhoodles~ MC was always such a relaxed little thing. They let Asmo vent whenever any awful tragedies occur, like when Asmo finds a sweater that isn’t in his size… *sniffle*

Beelzebub

A child of Barbatos? The best cook in the three realms Barbatos?! …hey kid want to hang out with cool uncle Beel?

Beel tried everything in his power to get MC to make him food. I mean, the genetic disposition for making good food has to have been passed down from father to child!

When MC finally made Beel food, he was ecstatic!

…Until the food touched Beel’s tongue and he realized it wasn’t good, it was just… okay. Average. Passable.

Aw man… but the kid looked so excited to have made something for Beel…

Beel really hammed up his reaction to make MC feel better. Beel was like “Wow. So good. Amazing.” “Thanks Beel.”

Very sweet child, they don’t mind being used in place as a dumbell.

Belphegor

Damn, and here Belphie was, thinking Barbatos has standards. Apparently not!

When MC went and walked up the attic steps, Belphie was almost bouncing on his toes in anticipation. This human had been a pain in the rear to call up, so he was excited to finally get a good look at them. And lo and behold, a half demon child of Lord Diavolo’s butler.

MC grinned and greeted Belphie first, using his name and asking why the Avatar of Sloth was stuck up in the attic of his own home when he was supposed to be in the human world. Belphie was flabbergasted and didn’t exactly know how to respond.

He came up with a new plan quickly. Belphie didn’t exactly know how this kid’s powers worked, so he’d continue with trying to trick them into opening the attic door. Allowing Belphie to end their miserable little life and thus ruining the exchange program.

The child continued to visit Belphie up in the attic, relaying the events of what was going on, and Belphie continued to play the part of prisoner. Until one day in particular…

MC appeared in front of the door, looking a tad more unkempt than normal, they weren’t smiling their usual carefree smile either. Their eyes bore holes into Belphegor’s skull as they flared at him.

“How long have you been planning on killing me?”

MC had seen the future where they died at Belphie’s hand, and they sure as hell were not going to let him out of the attic after that. Though, they did tell Belphie about Lilith’s true fate before they left, and assured Belphie they had no reason to lie to him about something he wasn’t directly involved in.

So, Belphie did get let out of the attic eventually, and even though MC smiled and welcomed him back all the same, there would always a barrier between the two. Broken trust wasn’t easy to mend, after all.

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Can’t Get You Out of my Head

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Summary: Bakugo seemed to hate you. With the way you'd just keep on talking, filling his ears with nonsense for hours on end, you thought he must, especially with the way he always yells at you. The truth was, Bakugo couldn’t keep you out of his mind. Like a virus, you plagued his thoughts 24/7. Fuck, sometimes he wishes you’d just shut up and stop hanging around him, because maybe then he could finally forget about you. But no, you just have to be around every corner, waiting for him like a puppy with the rest of his friend group.

Cw: Slight degradation

Word Count: 2k

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“Hey guys! Did you wanna head down to the new coffee shop later? I know Kiri likes iced coffee, and Denki likes the seasonal drinks, probably the peppermint mocha this time, and Katsuki, don’t you like-”

“God, do you ever shut the fuck up? ‘So fuckin’ annoying.” He spat back at you in his usual angry tone. You were used to it, but no matter how many times he talked back to you, it still hurt. 

The truth was, Bakugo couldn’t keep you out of his mind. Like a virus, you plagued his thoughts 24/7. He didn’t even know what it was about you, either. Your stupid skills you pull out of your ass, the way you just keep on talking with that sweet, quiet tone.. Fuck, sometimes he wishes you’d just shut up and stop hanging around him, because maybe then he could finally forget about you. But no, you just have to be around every corner, waiting for him like a puppy with the rest of his friend group. 

“C’mon Bakugo, Y/N and us were going to the mall later, you should come with!” Kirishima beamed happily.

“Did she tell you to come ask because she knows I’d say yes?”

“No, why? I just want you to come, you never do anything fun with us!”

“Well if she’s going, no fucking way,” Bakugo replied, “can’t stand her bratty fucking voice anyways.” 

“Hey, C’mon man, she’s your friend, don’t say stuff like that!” 

“She ain’t my fuckin’ friend, shitty hair. She’s just an extra who follows me around.” He tsks. When Kirishima came back empty handed, you were a bit disappointed. You really thought Bakugo would be joining you guys this time. 

“Hold on, lemme go ask.” You say, shying away from the group to find Bakugo slumped on the couch. 

“Hey, Katsuki!” You say. 

“What?”

“I know Kirishima already asked, but do you want to come to the mall with us?” 

“You already know my fucking answer. You think you askin’ll make it any different?”

“S-Sorry, I just wanted to ask again..” you tilt your head down, trying to hide your hurt expression. 

“Wipe that goddamn look off your face, ‘makes you look even uglier.” You wiped your face of any emotion and looked back at the group. 

“Okay well, just thought I’d ask…” you say in that quiet, shy voice he loves so much. 

“I think I’m just gunna stay home today, sorry for bailing right before our plans..” you say once heading back over to the group. They know it’s because of something Bakugo said, but they didn’t fight you on it. You head back to your room and sit in front of your mirror. Did he really think you were ugly? It’s not like his opinions mattered to you, but his words just hurt- cut through you like a knife. You wiped the lonesome tear rolling down your cheek away, collecting yourself with a deep breath. Maybe staying in your room for the night would be better anyways. You had some projects to finish, so you could busy yourself. 

Bakugo, on the other hand, was bored as hell, and like usual, the only thing coming to his mind was you. You just listened to him and obeyed his orders like a dog. The look you had when he degraded you made his cock throb. Why was he feeling like this? He didn’t have time to fall in love with some fucking extra. Still, your face was clouding his mind. He can’t keep going if this was going to keep being a problem. 

You hear a knock on your door and you hoped it was the others returning from the mall. You opened the door to see Bakugo, though, and you immediately shifted your vision to the ground. 

“Did you need something, Katsuki?” 

“You gunna let me in or keep bein’ rude?” he huffs. You stand aside and let him slip past. He sprawls himself out on your bed, ignorant to the papers you had laid out on there. 

“D-Did you need something?” you repeat. 

“C’mere,” Bakugo pats his lap. 

“Huh?” There it was again, that deer- in the headlights look you always gave him. 

“Did I fuckin’ stutter?” He barked, looking down on you with furrowed brows. You shuffled to the bed and hesitantly took a seat on his lap. 

“Damn, you’re heavy; lucky I’m so strong or else you would’ve broken a bone.” He sighs. 

“Listen Katsuki, if you just came here to make fun of me, please leave. I can’t deal with it today..” You say, biting your lip to hold back tears. He just couldn't wait anymore, he had to have you. Bakugo tossed you down on the bed and straddled you, arms at your side pinning you in. 

“K-Katsuki?” Your breath was shallow. 

“Oh just shut up,” he said, ending his words with a kiss that stole the air from your lungs. He bit your bottom lip, pulling at it and you opened your mouth. His tongue darted in, dominating the space inside. He only let you up for air when he heard a tiny whimper come from you. You gasped, gulping in as much air as you could. He chuckled at you, finding it oh so cute how your demeanor changed so quickly. His face was inches away from yours, examining your soft features up close. Everything was happening so fat, you didn’t have time to think. Just a few hours ago he was yelling at you and being rude, and now he’s kissing you like he was your lover. It made you confused, but you couldn’t deny how good it felt, how natural it felt. 

“Katsuki, more..” you begged, tugging at his shirt while leaning up into his face for another kiss. Were you trying to make him devour you? Because it was working. Bakugo’s hand found the back of your head, keeping you trapped in his kiss. You could feel the smirk plastered across his face, the one that always made you roll your eyes when he wasn’t looking. His kiss was rough in contrast to his soft lips; you felt like you were melting every time they connected with your own. Tiny groans left you as the kiss intensified. You weren’t used to seeing this side of him- no one was. He was softer, but still intimidating and dominant. Bakugo could feel how stiff he was becoming in his pants, but tried controlling himself so as to not scare you. He moved down to your neck, sucking on your sweet spot and earning the prettiest mewl, taking mental note of it. Admiring his work, his tongue trailed over the dark purple hickey forming, leaving a small string of saliva when he backed up. 

“Such a fuckin’ pretty slut, eh?” He says, brushing the hair away from your face.

“But you said earlier that I was ugly..” 

“Tch, can’t have you gettin’ full of yourself now, can we?” He replied, pinching your cheek. He straddled your lap, hands roaming your plush body, gripping at any bit of you he could. He hoped you didn’t sense how desperate he was to sink his cock into you, but his poker face was letting up the more he touched you. “Fuck, I shoulda done this way sooner,” he huffs under his breath as he ripped your shirt up above your head. With calloused hands, he squeezed your boobs, thumbs rolling over your pebbled nipples. You let out a breathy whine, back slightly arching at the sensation. You were still confused as to why he was doing all of this- in your eyes, he hated you, but that couldn’t be the case, not when his cock was digging into your thigh. Bakugo latched on to one of your nipples and you grabbed his hair, brushing your fingers through the tangled blonde with shut eyes. 

The more Bakugo grinded into your leg, the more desperate you were getting, squeezing your thighs together for some sort of relief. 

“You gettin’ needy, slut?” he laughs, crimson eyes locked onto yours. All you could manage was a weak nod, pushing at his arm to travel further down. He gets the hint, his large land cupping your sex and feeling your wetness. “Such a whore- Y’ feel how wet you are for me? Pathetic.” Bakugo shifts down, prying your pants off and legs open. He pulls his own down just enough for his cock to spring free, rubbing it along your folds. “Need me to prep ya?”

“N-No ,just want it now.. Please..” You say softly, cheeks turning a bright pink from embarrassment. 

“Good.” He says. Bakugo lined himself up to your needy hole and plunged in, giving you a second to collect yourself. You immediately clenched around him, his cock hitting deep enough to hit against your sensitive spot without even moving. When your breath calmed is when his hips began thrusting at an unruly pace, knocking the wind from the both of you. 

“So good, keep going ‘Suki,” you cry. His hand wraps around your throat, “whores don’t ask for more- they take what’s given to them. Be a good whore for me, ‘kay pretty girl?” He says, demanding more than a question. Your hands wrap around his arm that’s cutting off airflow weakly, and your noises are reduced to tiny squeaks. 

“That’s fucking hot..” Bakugo mutters as he leans down to kiss you. The slight position change gives him a better angle to slam into your cunt, his tip kissing your cervix. The roll of his hips had you mind fogging over, clouded with new sensations that you’d surely be thinking about for weeks. He moaned into your mouth when he felt you tighten around him more. He couldn’t get enough of your pussy, it’s like it was made for him and him only. 

“I bet you’ve thought about this before, haven’t you? Your little bully wrecking your insides, havin’ you moan like a hooker?” he teased, to which all you could do was nod. Your legs hooked around his hips, his broad chest pinning you underneath him. 

“Katsuki, mmf, M’ close!” you whined, eyes fluttering shut as you focused on that feeling bubbling to the surface. 

“Look at me.” he said, lust coating his words as he gripped your chin. You shyly opened your eyes to stare back at him, getting lost in them as you came undone. Bakugo groaned when your walls fluttered and gushed around him, sucking him in even more as he continued fucking you through your orgasm. 

You didn’t have time to calm down before the next one was hitting you, and the only warning your gave him was a faint, “‘Suki,, again, m’ cumm-” 

“Shh sh,” he hushed you, cupping your face with both hands, “Cum for me again, princess, I know you can.” His whole strong demeanor was washed away by how soft you were, how sweet your pussy was to him, begging for more even after you just came. He wondered how many times he could pull this sultry reaction out of you. The second time you came, you moaned even louder than the first, and he was sure the others in the dorms could hear what was going on. The thought brought Bakugo over the edge. He pulled out, jerking himself a few times before cumming all over your chest that was heaving up and down from the pleasure you hadn’t felt in ages. 

“Such a pretty mess, all for me,” he hums, massaging his cum into your tits, making an absolute mess of you. You muttered out a quiet ‘thank you’ after the both of you cooled off. He slumped down beside you and pulled you closer. 

“We should probably get cleaned up, Katsuki, the others will probably be coming back soon, too.” 

“Why get cleaned up? You didn’t think I’d be satisfied with you only cummin’ twice, right?”

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The thing about Heaven was that it was whatever you wanted it to be, and most of its residents wanted it to be familiar.

Technically, Dean didn’t need to fill his car up on gas anymore, but there was still a gas station just down the street from where his new home was placed. He didn’t need to sleep, but he still had a large king-sized bed he made sure to make use of at least once a day. He didn’t need to eat, but there was a thriving supermarket that catered to whatever he was feeling like eating and always boasted the freshest ingredients for when he wanted to get a little fancy with his cooking.

Like today, for example.

Bobby had said he doubted Dean could make a proper souffle, so obviously Dean had to make the old man eat his words - and a souffle.

Dean stared at all of the different options of eggs, trying to decide if “free-range” vs. “organic” actually meant anything in Heaven, or if it was just meant to give him some sort of familiarity.

He grabbed the “free-range” option and moved on to the dairy.

There was movement out of the corner of his eye in the meat section across the way, and the way his heart stopped in his chest when he turned to look would have killed him if he wasn’t already dead.

It was Cas.

Cas, who Dean had spent every day thinking about since he’d left. Cas, who Dean had been trying to find ever since Bobby told him he was still around. Cas, who Dean still had unfinished business with.

He’d spend hours in bed, staring at the ceiling of his room and rehearsing just what he’d say when he saw him again, but in those scenarios Cas had shown up on his doorstep or in the passenger seat of his car where they could have a moment to just be .

He’d never been buying hamburger meat.

Dean rushed forward, cart forgotten, and skidded to a halt in front of Cas, just as he looked up in surprise.

“I love you -” Dean said in a rush, heart pounding, head reeling, “Of course I love you. You’re - fuck - you’re everything I could ever want and I’m - I’m so damn sorry if I made you feel like you couldn’t have me, too.”

Cas blinked at him, and it was in that moment Dean realized something was wrong.

His expression, his hair, the way he moved, the way he was dressed - all of it was wrong.

None of it was Cas, he’d just been too overwhelmed to see it.

“Oh, uh... hey Dean,” Not-Cas said, and finished putting his selected meat in his basket, “I didn’t didn’t know that you died. Um, if you’re looking for Castiel -“

Dean turned and ran out of the store.

*

What were the fucking chances that in all of Heaven, he and Cas’s old vessel were neighbors?

Dean gunned the gas pedal on his car as he drove endlessly, trying to walk himself through what exactly had happened the day before.

Jimmy Novak was here.

Jimmy Novak who - last Dean checked - hated him.

Dean had just spewed his feelings all over him without even thinking about the possibility that he wasn’t Cas. He’d been wearing a sweater vest for crying out loud - but he was willing to forgive himself for that one because he didn’t really know how Cas would dress if he had the choice.

His hopes had soared so high when he’d seen the familiar figure, only to be dashed the moment Jimmy had opened his mouth. They sounded absolutely nothing alike - and Dean yearned for the deep gravel of Castiel’s greeting.

Dean’s grip on the wheel tightened.

Where was Cas?

Didn’t he know that there was nothing keeping them apart now?

In what could only be an act of fate smiling down on him, Dean zoomed around a corner near the Heavenly library, and instantly had to stomp on the brakes of the Impala as a trenchcoat-clad figure stepped into the previously empty crosswalk.

Old habits die hard - Dean was still going to brake for Heavenly pedestrians, especially ones that looked like Cas.

Cas turned to look at him, eyes wide, and Dean shoved the driver’s side door open in a panic. The trench coat was unmistakable this time.

“Cas! Cas - don’t go okay? I gotta -“

Cas shook his head sharply and let out a breath.

“No - Jesus Christ - it’s still me, you idiot.”

Dean gaped at him as his brain tried to catch up with the conflicting bits of information it was processing.

“...what?” He heard himself saying.

Had he just wanted it to be Cas so bad that he’d ignored all the signs?

Jimmy gestured at himself like it was enough of an explanation.

“Uh. Yeah.”

“But - but you’re wearing his trenchcoat! ” Dean said, waved at it like maybe Jimmy hadn’t realized he was walking around as the mockery of the angel who’d once shared a living space with him.

Jimmy placed an affronted hand on his own chest.

“It was my trenchcoat!”

Frustration boiled inside of him and Dean quickly slid back into the car and slammed the door shut behind him.

He sped off, once again running from what could have been.

*

Dean was sulking under a pile of blankets in his bed when there was a knock at his door.

He ignored it.

After a few moments of silence, the knocking came again, louder and more insistent this time.

Grumbling to himself, Dean threw the blankets off and trudged down the stairs, flinging open the door with a scowl.

A person with nearly combed hair was standing on the doorstep holding a six-pack of beer in one hand and had a sticker on his shirt that said, ‘Hello, my name is Jimmy’.

“Very funny.” Dean said flatly.

“It’s not funny. It’s just in case you try to kiss me or something.” Jimmy held up the six-pack expectantly. “Can I come in?”

Dean didn’t appreciate the ribbing, but he didn’t mind the beer.

And after accosting him twice he might as well let the guy do what he wanted.

“Yeah, whatever.” Dean grumbled and left the door open as he walked back inside and flopped onto his couch. “Why are you here? Don’t you hate me?”

Jimmy hummed as he set the beer down on the coffee table and took a seat opposite Dean.

“I don’t not hate you.” He said with a shrug. “But last time we talked you were trying to convince me to chain myself to a comet again and I can’t say I appreciated it.”

Dean grunted in acknowledgment.

“I’ve been in heaven for a while now. It’s nice here. I take a yoga class with my wife.” Jimmy smiled at him. “I think I’m in a much better mental space now to consider liking you, especially if we’re going to be neighbors.”

Dean winced.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to like Jimmy, it was just… that was Cas’s face. It wasn’t , but it was. Was he really going to have to be constantly taunted with it?

“Look man - I’m sorry about - you know. That.” Dean waved a hand in the air generally. “But you don’t have to do all this. I’ll stop harassing you.”

“That would be nice,” Jimmy said, opening one of the cans and taking a swig, “So, considering the things you’ve said to me, I take it he finally told you he loved you?”

Dean paused, still raw every time he thought about it.

“You knew?”

Jimmy smirked.

“That angel’s love for you permeated both of our beings so potently I’m amazed I don’t love you.” Jimmy said, like it was the kind of fact you could drop casually. “Though even I will admit, as a happily married heterosexual man, that having a man as handsome as you proclaim your love to me in the middle of a grocery store was very exciting.”

Dean dropped his head into his hands and groaned loudly.

“Don’t beat yourself up over it,” Jimmy said, “That first one was pretty good. I’m sure he’s going to love it.”

“He’s never gonna hear it.” Dean muttered.

“Sure he will. You’ve already practiced it twice.”

“I can’t find him!” Dean said, and looked back up, “He’s here somewhere, and I can’t find him. It’s killing me.”

Jimmy held out a beer can.

“Good thing you’re already dead.”

Begrudgingly, Dean accepted the beer and opened it.

“I just. . . I just wanna see him again.” Dean took a long drink. “I want to talk to him. Tell him everything. Share everything. If he wants that.”

Dean let out a long breath, expecting Jimmy to interject with a quip.

He looked over at him when nothing happened, and Jimmy was smiling at him in a way that Dean could only describe as ‘fond’.

“What?” Dean said, indignantly.

“Nothing.” Jimmy said innocently. “You’re just not what I expected.”

Dean looked away.

“Anyway, you asked why I’m here,” Jimmy took another drink, “I’ve seen Castiel.”

“What?” Dean jumped to his feet, beer can dropped to the floor and forgotten about. “Why didn’t you lead with that?”

“I’m an enigma,” Jimmy shrugged a shoulder and leaned back against the plush chair, “Anyway, I wanted to let you know as someone who has literally been in Castiel’s head - I'm pretty sure I know the reason he’s not showing himself to you.”

“Well, fucking spill.”

Jimmy paused.

“Why do you love him?”

Of all the things Dean had been expecting Jimmy to say - this wasn’t it.

Dean sat back down.

“Why?” He asked, a little breathless. “Why does it matter?”

Jimmy shrugged again.

“I guess -” Dean said, trying to unspool his emotions from the knot they’d made in his heart, “He’s - he’s Cas. He cares . . . so much about everyone and - and he’s selfless and kind and he fucking saved me in more ways than just one. He’s always been there for me and Sam and he’s just… he’s just. He’s just good . I’ll never deserve him, but I want to try.”

Dean sucked in a deep breath.

“He pulls me away from the edge, man. I just love him.”

Jimmy nodded once, set down his beer can, and in a bizarre turn of events, began yelling at Dean’s ceiling.

“Did you hear that, Castiel? Not one goddamn thing about how you look! Nothing about me or my vessel!”

Dean stared, dumbfounded.

“Wh-”

“He doesn’t care what you look like! Can you please just come talk to him so I can stop playing marriage counselor for you two?”

Care how he - what?  

What was happening?

Before Dean could fully compile all of the new information, there was a hesitant knock at the front door.

Dean whipped his head towards Jimmy, who was smiling in satisfaction.

Nearly tripping over himself, Dean rushed to the door faster than he’d rushed towards anything in his life, and swung it open.

In front of him was the wavelength of celestial intent that Dean had always known existed inside of the vessel of Jimmy Novak - the glint of angelic creation he’d caught glimpses of in the glow of his eyes and in his healing touch. The being was massive and stretched high into the sky with what was (maybe three? four??) pairs of wings scraping the clouds even further above everything. He was flaming rings and rotating divine faces that Dean could barely comprehend - he was raw power and all-knowing eyes.

On the front of his form was a sticker that read, ‘Hello, my name is Castiel’.  

“. . . Hello Dean.” The voice rumbled through the air like thunder.

“Cas?” Dean said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I - yes. I’m sorry. I lost my vessel to the Empty - this was the only way -”

“I love you, too.”

The rotating faces on the form towering above him froze in place.

“I do! I love you, Cas. Okay? You didn’t let me say it back before - and if I’ve ever made you feel like I couldn’t love you back, I’m so fucking sorry. You deserve better.”

“. . . you love me?”

Dean nodded, his heart clenching at the disbelief he could hear in Cas’s voice.

“ Even as this?”

“You’ve always been this.” Dean swallowed. “I fell in love with the angel, not the vessel.”

“Dean. . .”

Dean smiled up at him in understanding.

“Just a shame that we’ll have to get a bigger house.”

“Oh I can -”

And as Dean looked on, Castiel began to shrink. The form didn’t change - he was still as striking as he’d been the first time with his wings and halos and faces still firmly in place - but he was now maybe one foot taller than Dean instead of one hundred.

“- make myself more manageable.”

Dean grinned and took a step forward, giddy and thrilled that this was finally, actually happening

He reached up, resting a hand on one of the divine faces.

“Bite-sized.” He murmured fondly.

Jimmy’s voice cut through the moment from somewhere behind them.

“Just so you two know - I. Am. Moving!”

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Hello i would kill for some awkward Connor attempting to comfort Chris during training please and thank you

Follow-up to this piece from yesterday

CW: Pet whump, implied whump of a minor, bruising, some dehumanizing language, BBU, facility whump, creepy comfort, The Moral Standards of Monsters, some implied conditioning due to ableism (blink-and-you’ll-miss-it)

“Hey, Manning.”

Connor looks up from his lunch - he’s at his desk in his training room, a sandwich, bag of chips, and bottle of his iced coffee set out in front of him while he finishes up paperwork from the last trainee’s fitness reports - and sighs. Fucking Luke goddamn Petrus. “Yeah?”

For a second, his stomach flips. Linda swore up and down that the complaint would be anonymous, and Connor isn’t the only person in the hallway who has brought up the screaming being… irritating… but still.

Luke is Director Renford’s favorite in a big way, her loyal henchman, and he can make a handler’s life a living hell if he wants to.

Luke leans against the open doorway, giving him a bright smile. Above the expression, though, Luke’s blue eyes stay cold as ice. Like the Director, Connor thinks sometimes. Two fucking peas in a pod, and Connor’s always a little bit on the outside.

Lately, though, he’s been feeling kind of grateful he’s on the outskirts. The Director’s approval is something everyone works for, but having her focus on you too long and too thoroughly sounds as terrifying as her anger.

“I just got called up to a meeting with Renford.”

Renford. Like they’re buddies. Like he’s equals with her. Connor keeps his mouth shut, but he wonders how the Director would react if she knew he calls her Renford when she’s not right in front of him. “Good for you. I don’t see why that should affect my lunch break.”

“The meeting could last a few hours. I know you’ve got the afternoon off from trainee work. Would you mind keeping an eye on one of mine? He’s just out of a week in solitary, so he’s needy as fuck.”

Connor perks up a little at that. Needy trainee and unscheduled afternoon sounds like just the pick-me-up he needs today. “He need any training work?”

“Nah. Do whatever you want with him.” Luke gives Connor a wink. “He’s got some top notch fucking flexibility. Just saying. You can twist him into pretzels. Tell him he’s being good and he’ll do it all himself. Kid’s eager as fuck now that we’re past the halfway point.”

Kid?

Connor swears internally but keeps his expression carefully the same. “What do you mean, kid, Luke? Wait a sec-”

“I’ll bring him in, hold on!” Luke’s already gone from the doorway.

Connor has a sinking feeling of realization that Luke didn’t just randomly decide to leave a trainee with him. He must’ve figured out who put the fucking complaint in. And he knows that Connor hates the screaming, if he knows that.

Which means…

Luke reappears, and sure enough, the little redheaded trainee who is the cause of all the wailing and sobbing is right beside him.

No weights hanging from his hands this time, but there are deep red marks around his wrists and bruises at his upper arms just below his sleeves that suggest he’s done plenty of training work this morning, whatever Luke says.

Jesus, this kid is eerily beautiful. Pale skin, flushed in the aftermath of tears, with a smattering of freckles all over like constellations of stars. His hair’s that rare shining strawberry blond, with eyebrows pale enough to make him seem faintly inhuman. Connor wonders exactly which piece of shit with a thing for teenagers put the order in.

He wants to make sure he doesn’t vote for the guy.

Not that Connor Manning votes.

But maybe he’ll start, and then start purposefully voting for someone else. That's probably way more effort than he'll ever put in to anything that isn't work or Socks, but it feels kind of nice to think about it.

The trainee keeps his eyes carefully down on the floor. Connor notes he’s not even wearing the shock collar any longer - just your average band of black leather, buckled at the side, no padlock. Not only not being shocked, or not needing it, but already far enough along not to try and remove his own collar.

“Luke. I’ve told you how I feel about the underagers-”

“Yeah, and I’ve told you that you can judge me when you're an angel, numbnuts. You’re not better than me. You just have different victims.”

“Oh, the Director would have a shit-fit hearing you call the trainees victims.”

“Yeah, well, maybe I’m the only one who really grasps exactly what it is we do here, Manning. I just also happen to enjoy it. Do what you love and you'll never work a day in your life, right?"

“Go fuck yourself, Petrus. I enjoy my job just fine.” Why is he defensive about this? Connor doesn’t quite understand the surge of irritation within him. Why does he give a fuck what Luke goddamn Petrus has to say about anything, anyway?

“Yeah, for now you do. We’ll see how it goes. I’ve been at this gig for a long time, I see the ones who flame out, and you’re one of them. Anyway, I’ve got to go meet with Renford, I’ll be back by three. If you get tired of him, just put him on the mat and I’ll pick him up when I’m done.”

“Yeah, okay.” Connor frowns, pushing himself to his feet. “I do like my job, Petrus.”

“For now. Bet I’ll be the only person here totally unsurprised when you quit one day.”

“I’m not going to quit.”

“I’ll bet you a thousand damn dollars you do, and I’ll raise the bet to fifteen hundred that it’s over your fucking conscience making a reappearance.”

“Don’t have one."

Luke just sighs, and gives Connor a patronizing little smirk before he turns and leaves. The trainee looks over his shoulder to watch Luke go, pleading with his eyes but not saying a word. The door shuts, and Connor and the trainee are alone.

Connor clears his throat, picking up the sandwich but finding he doesn’t really want it any longer. “What’s your number, trainee?”

The boy’s eyes snap back to him, briefly, before they drop to the floor. Connor notes with vague professional detachment that they’re red-rimmed. He’s been crying again, but then, when isn’t this fucking trainee crying?

When he’s screaming instead, Connor’s thoughts answer him.

God, he wishes these trainees didn’t get to him so much. He can’t talk to anyone about it, either, word will get out Connor Manning has regrets. Questioning the company is a good way to find yourself on the wrong end of a shock collar.

“223499, sir,” The boy says. His voice is low and soft, and each number and word is deliberately placed, as if he’s carefully pacing himself as he speaks. “Designation… Romantic-”

“Yeah, I knew that already. That’s all Luke does.” Connor leans his chin on his hand, looking the kid over. There’s solid muscle in that kid, he thinks, legacy of whatever life he lived before. It’s wasting away under the carefully calibrated malnourishment they’re all subjected to, but the memory of strength is in there, still. An easy, unconscious grace that didn’t have to be taught. “You’ve already done training work today?”

Those green eyes flash up at him again, nervous. Frightened. The boy shifts from foot to foot, then goes still. His fingers twitch before he pauses that, too. Connor watches it all with a kind of slightly repulsed interest. “Yes, sir. But… Handler Petrus said that… that if you want, you can-... can test me-”

“I don’t want,” Connor says heavily, cutting him off with a gesture. The boy’s mouth snaps shut instantly. “Not in the mood.”

There’s an expression of genuine confusion - when is a handler not in the mood? - that flits across the boy’s face. It’s a look of such comedic bafflement that Connor ends up laughing, shaking his head. He doesn’t even put his sexy, dark laugh on, but just snort-laughs naturally, before he walks over to the kid, watching him pull into himself, shoulders hunched.

“Relax, kid. I’m not going to hurt you.”

The kid’s nose wrinkles. It’s adorable. “But… all you do… is hurt us.”

Luke’s fucking technique, Connor thinks. Luke’s trainees don’t forget anything he’s taught them, to be sure, but they never quite learn how to act like they’re in love with it, either. Connor can turn out a trainee who genuinely thinks he’s in love. Luke turns out trainees who hate everything they can’t stop themselves from doing.

Some perspectives are into that, he supposes. Connor thinks he’d rather have the act.

“Yeah, well, I’m not going to do that today. Come on,” Connor says, and his voice gentles a little. “I’ve got plenty to keep myself busy with. Why don’t you lay down on the mat and get some sleep while I work?” He puts a hand on the boy’s shoulder, feeling him trembling slightly through the thin cloth of his white trainee t-shirt. The boy moves when he’s nudged, carefully stepping across the room, tense as a wire about to snap.

“Are you-... are you going to, to, to, to, um-” The boy flinches back from an expected punishment when he stammers. "Silence is, is better than stammering, try again, silence is better than-... try again." The kid mutters to himself, takes a deep breath, tries again. "Are you... going to... give me a pill?"

Connor pulls his hand back, frowning. Now it’s his turn to look confused.

What the fuck is even going on with this kid?

“Nah. I don't even keep them in my training room. No worries, kid.” He pitches his voice low, soothing, reassuring. “The only thing I intend to do is finish up some papers, go take a smoke break outside, and then come back and get set up for my next rounds at seven before I head out. This is a real break. Okay? I’m not even interested in whatever it is Handler Petrus is doing with you. I just want to do my job.”

The kid looks at him. He’s almost always seen him drugged out of his gourd, barely able to focus on anything not right in front of his face. Right now, though, there’s a sense that the boy is considering his words, actually able to think about them. “Yes, sir. I can-... I, I can lay down?” 

 “Yeah, go for it.” Connor waves his hand again, moving back to his desk.

“Thank you, sir.” The kid’s gratitude is pathetic. Connor has to give Luke that, he does know how to make a trainee say thank you for just about anything. Connor’s method takes more work to get to that than Luke’s.

But Connor doesn’t have to drug his trainees to do it. And he doesn’t work with kids.

Shit. Maybe I am going to wind up with a conscience. Handlers get fired over that.

Or worse.

After a pause, watching him go, the kid kneels down, then lays down on his stomach, making as much contact with the heated mat as he can. There’s a soft exhale, something almost like contentment. Connor watches those tensed, probably painful muscles slowly relax. His bare feet start to rub against each other, back and forth, back and forth.

There’s a blanket nearby, and the boy hesitantly grabs at it, pulls it over himself. Breathes out, eyes fluttering shut as warmth surrounds him utterly for what’s probably the first time in a while. Or at least warmth that doesn’t come with certain conditions.

Connor’s eyes trace the line of the boy’s jaw - there’s a bruise there, too, like a thumb pressed too hard into delicate skin. Coppery eyelashes lay flat, long enough to just brush his cheek. His hair falls over his forehead and eyes.

It’s like looking at a fucking painting.

“Jesus, you’re pretty as hell, aren’t you?”

The boy’s eyebrows furrow, briefly, but he doesn’t open his eyes or pull back from the mat. He curls up tighter under the blanket, disappearing up to his chin.

Connor turns back to his work, filling out a questionnaire. He’s still working at it when he hears, just barely, the boy’s soft reply to his question.

“I, I, I wish I wasn’t.”

-

@burtlederp @finder-of-rings @endless-whump @astrobly @newandfiguringitout @doveotions @pretty-face-breaker @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow @boxboysandotherwhump @oops-its-whump @cubeswhump @whump-tr0pes @downriver914 @whumptywhumpdump @whumpiary @orchidscript @nonsensical-whump @outofangband @eatyourdamnpears

[sleepysnk]

hey y'all! i decided to make a fic for our lovely Jean boy. i got this idea after Sunday's episode :(, he deserves so much love right now. this is the longest fic i've written, so i hope you all enjoy! ♡

Close the Gap

Pairings: Jean Kirstein x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6.8k

Warnings: None just fluff

Long distances relationships were always something many people tended to avoid. 

The idea of a long distance relationship made (Y/N) feel queasy, her stomach would always churn at the idea of dating somebody who was miles away from her. She heard the many scary stories from her friends about these people not being who they said they were, or the horror stories of girls going missing after meeting with these people. 

Not to mention she always binged watched MTV'S Catfish the TV Show at 3 A.M. watching how people would get catfished. The show was another reason why she tended to avoid dating anyone who was pretty far away. Her worst fear was to find that the person she trusted wasn't who they said they were. 

That all changed seven months ago when she met him. 

More specifically, Jean Kirstein.

(Y/N) was feeling pretty lonely, she was desperate for a relationship at the time and her best friend Sasha told her about some dating apps she could use. She wasn't exactly down to set her up with one of her friends. (Y/N) took the offer on the dating app and set up a profile. 

She met a few decent guys, but they always ended up sending the usual "send me some pics" or "u down to hook up?" texts. Most of the guys on the apps were idiots who were looking just for a quick fuck or something short term, which isn't something (Y/N) wanted. 

She complained to Sasha about it and even considered just deleting the apps, but she told her to just give it one more shot. 

She was glad she did. 

(Y/N) was swiping through the different guys on the app. Some caught her eye or some made her face scrunch with disgust. 

Her swiping stopped when her eyes landed on him. She was instantly attracted to him, his sharp jawline, shaggy light brown hair which was a bit long, his golden brown eyes, toned chest and that goddamn smile. He had a sly smile that made her feel butterflies. 

After she looked at his profile she was hooked. He seemed like a really sweet guy based on his description. He knew how to cook, draw, he played sports, worked out, etc. He also seemed really sweet as well. 

She was tempted to text him first, but she decided not to. The few times she did message a guy first it ended with the guy being dry, or sending some gross messages complimenting her body rather than her face. 

She totally forgot that day that she added him until she got the notification. 

Jean: hey! i saw your profile and let me just say you are gorgeous ❤

From that day forward the two talked every night, they spent many nights texting until they both felt tired, exchanging social media as well. She learned a lot about him, Jean was a fitness major at his university and he wanted to be a personal trainer. They connected on a lot of things, they had a lot of the same likes and dislikes which made the conversations they had even greater. 

She told Jean about the many shitty experiences she had with guys and how she was very hesitant to even give him a chance. Jean shared a lot of the same stories, he had gotten cheated on about a year prior before getting the app. (Y/N) felt bad for him, why cheat on a nice guy like Jean?

Facetiming him was definitely one of her favorite things to do, she told him about how freaked out she was about trying online dating due to how easy it was to fake an online personality. Jean assured her that was not the case and he wasn't a fake person at all. 

Seeing his face on facetime made her heart swell, he was 10x more attractive on facetime than his photos. He had this amazing smile that made her feel weak, and whenever he laughed she found herself having butterflies. Jean thought the same about (Y/N), he thought she was absolutely gorgeous and he wanted to see her face a lot more. 

He always threw a flirt her way whenever he could, Jean was smooth like that. He told her if she was ever unsure of an outfit that she was to send him a picture, and when she did, he was absolutely speechless. Sending the usual heart eyes and telling her how beautiful she was. His words always made her smile. 

While things were perfect for them, there was one small issue. 

They both lived very far from each other. 

Opposite coasts to be exact. 

Jean lived on the East coast while (Y/N) lived on the west. They lived miles away from each other, and although it wasn't a huge bother, it always made her feel lonely. 

Jean felt the same way, he felt lonely being so far away from her. Parts of him wished he lived closer so he could just drive and see her, but with how far it is, he knew it would probably be a very long drive and he just didn't have the time for that. Nor did (Y/N).

They spent many nights talking about dates they'd go on, things they'd do, etc. Jean told her how he would so make a meal for her and he'd take her to meet his mom. All those things sounded so nice, she wanted it to happen so bad.

But they just lived too far from one another.

Plus they both had very busy schedules, both were too caught up with assignments and their own personal lives that flying out wouldn't be exactly a good idea. 

It was unfortunate, but that was the reality of the situation. 

Even with all of that, they still held onto one another. For some reason, Jean didn't want to let her slip by. For the first time, she made him genuinely happy. (Y/N) felt the same way towards Jean, she always found herself being excited to see his name pop up in her phone or when he asked to facetime. There was just something about this boy she didn't want to let go of. He was the only guy who saw her for who she was, and not just her body. 

Neither of them wanted to let this opportunity slip by.

-

Here they were, seven months later. They still kept up with each other every day, though having not met yet, the feelings they both had never changed. 

They weren't dating, but they only talked to each other. Neither had wandering eyes. 

It was a usual night for the two of them, (Y/N) and Jean were on facetime while she did homework and Jean sat playing video games. She didn't mind the gaming, it was something he liked to do so why dislike it?

She was copying notes when her eyes averted upwards towards her phone screen which was propped up. Jean was shirtless sitting in his chair, he had his headset on his head with one of the earmuffs behind his ear. He was focused on the game, his brows pinching together a few times as he played. 

A giggle escaped her lips, making Jean look down at his phone with a smile. 

"What are you giggling about?" he asked, bringing his face close to the camera. 

She smiled. "Oh nothin' you just look really cute playing your game," she replied and set her pen down on the desk. 

He licked his lips and leaned back against his chair, eyeing the screen. "I'd say you look pretty damn fine doing homework," he replied, raising his brows.

Heat rushed to her cheeks, rolling her eyes in the process. "Ugh shush! I look like a total mess," she said and looked away from the screen. 

Jean chuckled and ran his fingers through his hair. "Nah.. you look like the girl who's gonna have my last name," he replied, smirking. 

Her jaw dropped from his comment, a smile grew onto her lips as her cheeks felt hot. He was smooth like that. 

"You are quite smooth," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. 

Another chuckle escaped his throat. "Yeah I'm smooth.. only for you though," he said, winking at the camera. 

"You're adorable.. I wish you were here so I could squeeze your cheeks," she said and played with her pen. 

Jean nodded. "I wish I was there with you too.." he said, looking down at the ground. "I'd like my cheeks squeezed but I'd want to squeeze yours.. if you know what I mean," he added. 

She started laughing a bit. "Ugh Jean I never get tired of you," she replied, looking at her phone screen. "Will you ever be here?" she asked.

Jean fell silent and leaned back against the chair. A sigh escaping his lips. "I have no idea (Y/N).. my schedule has been busy lately, plus I don't really have the funds to fly out anytime soon." he replied, his voice filled with disappointment.

She felt a slight tug at her heart, she knew they probably wouldn't meet for a long time. Many of her friends told her that Jean wasn't worth her time at all and that she needed someone who could come see her. Her friends also said it's not worth it at all and that he'd probably end up hooking up with some girl, and totally forgetting about her. That's something she absolutely didn't want to think about.

"(Y/N)? You alright?" Jean asked, breaking her out of her thoughts.

She shook her head, blinking a few times. "Y-Yeah! Sorry, I zoned out.." she replied and smiled a bit.

He put his controller on his desk, he stared at the screen for a few moments. "You know (Y/N) I really want to meet you, trust me I do. I know how much it bothers you that we can't at the moment, but I promise you, we will meet some day." he said with a serious expression. 

She felt her heart swell at his words, Jean always knew what to say to make her feel like a princess. Jean always said from day one that they would meet, it was a promise he had yet to fulfill, but he told her to never worry and that he'll make it happen. She just has to believe him. 

"I trust your words Jean," she said, smiling a bit.

A grin grew onto his face. "Ugh.. this is why I want to meet you so bad. I wanna see that pretty smile in person," he said and leaned against his desk. 

Her cheeks felt hot from his words. "You're too sweet," she replied, rolling her eyes playfully. 

Jean chuckled. "Sweet enough for you,"

Suddenly, (Y/N) heard her bedroom door fly open. 

"Hey (Y/N)!- Oh crap.. did I interrupt something?" 

Her head snapped back to see her best friend Sasha standing in the doorway. 

"Oh not at all Sash, I was just talking to Jean." (Y/N) replied, looking back at the camera. 

Sasha grinned widely, she knew who he was ever since they started talking. Jean was cool with her, he felt like first impressions with friends are always important. 

"Hey Jean!" Sasha yelled, coming down to her phone. "Ooo.. (Y/N) he's shirtless for you," she teased, elbowing her side. 

Her jaw dropped as her cheeks grew hot again. "Can you not! Why are you even here anyway?" she asked, looking up at her friend. 

"Uh duh, I'm here to discuss Valentine's Day plans! You know.. Connie and stuff," she replied in a whisper. 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully. "Ugh fine! Hey Jean, is it cool if I call you back later? Sash here needs boy advice," she asked, grabbing her phone. 

Jean smiled. "Yeah totally.. text me okay? Be safe." he replied. 

She felt a wide smile grow onto her cheeks. "I most definitely will!" she said, hanging up the call. 

Sasha leaned against the wall with a giant smirk on her face. (Y/N) looked up, her head nodding as she was confused as to why she was acting like that. 

"What?" she asked, furrowing her brows. 

A giggle escaped Sasha's lips. "Oh nothing! Ugh (Y/N)! When are you finally going to meet Jean? Have you guys even made it official yet?" she asked. 

She looked down. "No.. we haven't made it official. We aren't dating Sasha, we're just talking and stuff." she replied, shrugging her shoulders. 

Sasha crossed her arms over her chest. "Maybe it's time you do it! You've been talking for months, and I feel like it's a good time. Especially with Valentine's Day and all," she said. 

(Y/N) wasn't sure if what Sasha was saying was a good idea. How the hell would she even ask out Jean? Over a facetime call? That sounded boring. It also sounded too cliche and not special at all. 

"I would Sash but asking him out over a phone just sounds so.. middle school," she replied and stood up. "It's not like I can fly out and ask him out or whatever," she added. 

A grin was displayed onto Sasha's face. "I guess you're right," she said and shrugged her shoulders. 

"Now come on… let's go discuss things for Connie," (Y/N) said, pushing past her. 

Sasha grinned again, following her friend. 

-

(Y/N) spent most of the week helping Sasha with her Valentine's Day gift for Connie. Sasha had some odd ideas, but eventually they came to an agreement on a decent idea. 

For some reason, things felt off with Jean.

The past few days she noticed a change in his behavior, he became a little less interested in their conversations and his replies were a bit dry. Of course she blamed it on him maybe being tired from classes or working out, but she wasn't exactly sure if that was the reason. She questioned it a few times, but Jean usually replied with a 'wym?'.

"(Y/N)!? Hello? Come on help me finish this," 

Sasha's voice broke her out of the thoughts she was having. "Sorry! What's up?" she asked, blinking a bit. 

Sasha put the bag of snacks down. "Are you sure you're alright? You've been acting weird all day," she said and crossed her arms. 

(Y/N) sighed. "Yes I'm fine Sasha," she replied and leaned back in her chair.

She nodded her head and sat back down in front of her. "Alright.. can you just organize this for me?" she asked, tossing the bag towards her. 

(Y/N) grabbed the stuff and began to sort through the items Sasha bought Connie. She wasn't exactly alright, she was feeling lonely the past few days. She saw all of her friends getting ready for Valentine's Day with their significant others, while she didn't have anybody. The pink and red boxes of chocolates, the teddy bears, roses, everything! It made her feel lonely and with Jean's behavior… it didn't exactly make it better.

She looked at her phone which displayed no messages from Jean. For some reason he hasn't been messaging her a lot lately. 

2:31 P.M.<- (Y/N): hey :)) 

4:23 P.M.<- (Y/N): i hope your day is going well! ♡

She sighed and went back to the gift for Connie. 

"What are you doing for Valentine's Day, (Y/N)?" Sasha asked and looked up at her. 

She shrugged her shoulders. "Probably just watching Netflix movies," she replied with disappointment in her voice. 

She nodded her head. "What!? No! You're not gonna do that on my watch. Why don't you come hangout with Connie and I?" she asked. 

A laugh escaped her lips. "Yeah I so wanna do that. Watching you two make out and eat is so much fun," she replied in a teasing voice. 

Sasha blushed. "Oh shut up! Come on.. I know you won't have anyone to hang with," she said and pouted a bit. 

She rolled her eyes playfully. "I can always call up Eren or something," she said and laughed a bit. 

Sasha hit her arm. "No! You're hanging with me and that's final! Plus why would you wanna hangout with Eren? He'd probably take you to some party," she said. 

"Yeah you're probably right," (Y/N) replied, chewing her lip. 

She threw her a smile. "Exactly!" she said and went to go look at her phone. 

(Y/N) looked on her own phone as she felt disappointed seeing no messages from Jean. She hated double texting him, she felt like she was a bother and that she was annoying him. Maybe he just didn't have his phone on him. 

A sudden squeal came from Sasha, which made (Y/N) look up in surprise.

"Uh.. are you okay?" she asked and blinked a bit. 

Sasha looked at her, composing herself. "Oh- u-um! Yeah totally, Connie was just telling me something. That's all," she replied and looked down at her phone. 

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Ugh Connie.." she said, shaking her head. 

-

The next two days were kind of difficult for (Y/N). Jean had totally changed his behavior, he was more dry, took longer to respond, and even on their facetime call he didn't seem very interested. If she did want to facetime, he would claim he was busy or he didn't exactly seem to pay attention. 

Her mind raced with different thoughts about the situation. What if Jean was getting tired of her? What if this was the situation all of her friends told her about? How guys who live far end up leaving you for someone who lives near them. It hurt to think about. 

"I don't know his behavior just changed!" 

She was currently ranting to Sasha who came over for a bit. "He's been dry? I mean.. Connie can be dry," she replied, playing with her pillow. 

"No like overly dry, Jean is never dry! He always keeps the conversation going, he doesn't even send me good morning texts anymore either!" she said and sat up. 

Sasha nodded as she listened to her words. "Have you tried asking at all?" she asked. 

(Y/N) sighed. "I did on facetime and he sort of dodged the question," she replied. 

"I dunno (Y/N).. maybe just see what happens? Maybe he's got some personal stuff going on" Sasha said. 

(Y/N) shrugged. "Couldn't say.." 

A sudden ping from Sasha's phone made her ears chirp, she reached over and looked at her phone. She started jumping around excitedly. 

"What? What happened?" (Y/N) asked, furrowing her brows. 

Sasha looked at her. "I gotta go! Connie texted me about something.. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" she said, shoving her phone in her pocket. 

She felt confused as to why Sasha was leaving. "Uh.. yeah, okay. See you later," she replied and watched as Sasha exited her room and out the front door. 

She flopped onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling as her mind clouded with thoughts about Jean. Her mind was playing scenarios she didn't want to see, Jean finding someone else would absolutely crush her. In a way, it would be for the best, considering they haven't even met, but she was in too deep with feelings. She didn't want anybody else. 

She grabbed her phone, she opened their messages and scrolled to see if there was anything she could have said to make him upset. Jean was always one to communicate with her, he'd always tell her if he was having a bad day or someone pissed him off. Why wasn't he doing that now? Her eyes scanned over the most recent message she sent.

7:21 P.M.<- (Y/N): did you go working out? i bet you're getting those gains! <3 lol.

Another sigh escaped her lips reading the words 'delivered'. What was going with him? 

-

It was Valentine's Day. 

(Y/N) wasn't exactly in the best mood today, that feeling of loneliness lingered in her mind as she scrolled through different couples getting gifts and going on special dates. All the things she yearned for. 

She sent Jean a message that morning and of course, he didn't respond. He read her messages from the previous night, but he never sent a genuine response. It made her heart feel heavy, maybe this was it. Maybe Jean just got tired of waiting around for her and found someone better. 

She shoved her phone into her pocket as she knocked on the door of Sasha's apartment. She looked around as many people exited their apartments. 

"Hey! You made it! We have all kinds of snacks!" Sasha yelled, opening the door so she could come inside. 

(Y/N) smiled and stepped in. The aroma of food filled her nose. "Wow Sasha.. this smells great," she said, taking off her shoes. 

Connie came in from the living room holding a plate. "Hey (Y/N)! Good to see you," he said and waved at her. 

She smiled as she plopped down at the kitchen table, she grabbed a few pieces of candy and tossed them into her mouth. She tried to forget the upsetting thoughts for the night. 

"You want something to eat?" Sasha asked as she came over with a plate of food. 

(Y/N) shook her head. "I'm fine.. thank you Sasha," she replied, looking down at the table. 

Connie came over and set a cup of soda in front of her. "Have something to drink at least," he said and sat next to Sasha. 

She swirled around the soda that bubbled towards the top. "Thanks.." she replied and took a sip of the lemon flavored soda. 

The two started eating and (Y/N) sat there looking at her phone, she silently hoped that Jean would message her back. It had been a few hours since she sent her last message, she felt disappointment going through her veins. She guessed that Jean was ghosting her, it hurt a ton, but there wasn't much she could do. 

"(Y/N)! Connie loved the gift!" Sasha said and wiped her mouth with the napkin. 

She nodded and gave a small smile. "Oh that's cool! I'm glad you liked it," she replied and looked towards Connie. 

He smiled. "Yeah it was dope! It had all my favorite snacks," he said, looking at Sasha with a grin.

(Y/N) felt the heaviness in her heart, she wished someone would look at her the way Connie looked at Sasha. 

"Hey what about that Jean guy you were talking to? I meant to ask," Connie asked and looked at her. 

She laughed a bit. "Uh.. well I don't know what's going on with that. He's been kind of distant lately so I guess he's getting tired of me. It's understandable I guess.." she replied, looking down at the floor. 

They could hear the sorrow in her voice. "I'm sorry (Y/N).. you'll find someone, I know you will." Sasha said.

She shrugged and leaned back in her chair. "I don't know guys.. I feel like after this I just wanna focus on me," she said, taking out her phone.

Connie looked over at her. "Don't say that now.. come on, have some hope." he said and gave a playful smile. 

She rolled her eyes playfully. "I'll try," she replied. 

Sasha and Connie finished up their food and cleaned the dishes, (Y/N) sat on the couch as the movie played on the tv. It was some romantic movie which she didn't even bother to pay attention to, she didn't exactly want to watch one at the moment. 

Sasha appeared in the living room, she had her phone in her hand. "Hey whatcha doing?" she asked, leaning over to look at her phone. 

"Oh nothing, just scrolling through Instagram," (Y/N) replied and clicked her phone off. 

A ping went off as Sasha got a notification, she looked at her phone as a grin displayed on her features making (Y/N) curious. 

"Did Connie send you nudes in the bathroom or something?" she asked and began to laugh.

A blush crept onto Sasha's cheeks. "What!? Absolutely not! You're so gross (Y/N)!" she yelled, hitting her arm. "Let's play a game, I'm bored." she added and stood up.

(Y/N) nodded. "A game? Sasha I'm not twelve.." she said and leaned against the couch. 

Sasha came in with what seemed to be a blindfold. "Come on! It's fun okay? You just have to feel something and guess what it is," she said, crossing her arms. 

"A blindfold? Jeez Sash.. didn't know you and Connie were into blindfolds," she said, starting to laugh. 

Sasha hit her arm playfully. "Shut up! No I'm not into blindfolds.. you're gross! Just come here," she said and waved her over.

(Y/N) stood up and tossed her phone onto the couch. She walked over to Sasha who seemed excited to play, she hoped that this game wouldn't be weird.

"Alright.. let's get started," Sasha said, going behind her to tie the blindfold over her eyes. 

She faintly heard the sound of the front door opening, she was confused as to who came in. Then she remembered Connie went to go throw out the garbage, so she figured it was Connie coming back in. 

"Okay first thing!" Sasha said and held out the item for her to touch. 

(Y/N)'s fingers brushed over the item, it felt cold. It felt like plastic too, was it a box? It felt smooth.

"Is this like.. a box or something?" she asked, looking around with the blindfold on. 

She heard giggles and laughs coming from Connie and Sasha. "Yeah it's a box! Here's the next item," Sasha said.

Her fingers brushed over the soft material, it felt velvety and smooth. It felt like petals from a flower. 

"Are these flowers?" she asked. 

"Damn (Y/N)! You're good at this! Here's the last thing," Connie said, his voice sounding faded. 

She furrowed her brows as she heard whispering and shuffling, she was tempted to remove the blindfold to see if they were playing a prank.

"Okay here," Sasha said. 

She reached out feeling something hard, it felt like.. a chest? Her brows furrowed again as she ran her fingers along it. 

"Sasha is this your chest? Connie is definitely not this muscular," (Y/N) asked, looking around for their voices. 

Sasha giggled. "No it's not me! You can take your blindfold off in a sec," she said, taking out her phone. 

(Y/N) felt nervous as she kept her hands on the person's chest, they felt warm and she could feel their heart racing against her skin. 

"Okay now!" Sasha yelled. 

(Y/N) removed her blindfold, letting her eyes adjust. When she looked up she was faced with the honey eyes of the person she least expected. 

It was Jean.

Her jaw dropped as her hands slapped over her mouth, she couldn't believe it. He held in his hands flowers and a box of chocolate, the flowers being her favorite. Roses. He stood there smiling at her reaction, she looked back seeing Sasha recording and Connie laughing.

"You're real.." (Y/N) said, looking at Jean with wide eyes. 

He smiled. "I'm real," he replied, opening his arms for her. 

She tackled him with a bone crushing hug, his arms wrapping around her waist surrounding her in his embrace. She inhaled his scent and let his warmth engulf her. 

Tears welled in her hues as she put her hands onto his face. "Pinch me please.." she said and laughed a bit. 

Jean chuckled, cupping her cheek. "I don't think you're dreaming," he replied, pulling her closer. 

"This is so cute I feel like a proud mom," Sasha said as she kept recording. 

(Y/N) looked back. "H-How? How did you get him here?" she asked and nodded. 

Connie rubbed the back of his neck. "We actually were both in on it, we paid for his ticket and everything. He's staying at my place actually," he said, smiling at her. 

"Sasha planned the game too," Jean added and looked towards the brunette. 

(Y/N) pulled Sasha into a tight hug. "I literally love you right now," she said as a few tears escaped down her cheeks. 

"Uh (Y/N)! I think you should be the one telling him that," Sasha said, pointing at Jean. 

She came back over to Jean who handed her the flowers. "Someone as beautiful as you are deserves these in person. Happy Valentine's Day beautiful," he said, smiling down at her. 

She laughed as she took the flowers, her heart swelling. "Thank you really.." she replied, pulling him into another hug. 

He put his arms around her, he felt his heart flutter as he felt her touch. "Do you want to..?" 

"Get out of here?" she asked, nodding. 

The two looked back at Sasha and Connie. "Knock yourselves out! Don't have too much fun (Y/N).." Connie said and smirked devilishly.

Heat rushed onto her cheeks. "I'd like to say the same to you both," Jean said, putting his arm around her shoulder. 

Connie and Sasha both turned red. "Okay! Bye Jean and (Y/N)! Have fun!" Sasha said and ran out of the room. 

They both turned to one another, laughs escaping both of their lips. "Let's go," she said, fishing around her pockets for her car keys. 

Jean followed her out of Sasha's apartment building to her car, his hands brushing over her fingers a few times making her cheeks hot. 

Once in the car, she began the drive back to her apartment. She couldn't keep her eyes off Jean, he looked so much better in person. All of his features stood out, his jawline, his hair, and his amazing eyes. 

"You know.. you're 100x more beautiful in person," Jean said, breaking the silence between them. 

She smiled. "Thank you… you're 100x more handsome," she replied and looked over at the passenger side. 

Jean felt his cheeks grow red from her words. "I never thought in a million years I'd meet you this soon," he said and leaned back in his seat. 

She laughed a bit. "I could say the same.. Sasha told me nothing about this," she replied, turning the steering wheel.

A chuckle erupted in his throat. "It was meant to be kept secret. Connie and Sasha both messaged me about it and I was in," he said.

"I thought you were ghosting me at first.. I was so bummed at her house,"

Jean looked over at her. "Oh never.. I'd never ghost you. Connie told me to just put distance so it wouldn't seem weird," he said, brushing his fingers over her arm.

Tingles ran around her body as he touched her. "I should have known something was up," she said and shook her head. "Anyway, we're here." she added, taking off her seatbelt. 

Jean exited the car with her. He followed her up the stairs to her apartment. She opened the door and removed her shoes, Jean stepped in and eyed the room. She kept it clean and organized. 

"Nice place," Jean said and smiled at her. 

She looked back at him. "Oh thank you.. it means a lot," she replied, placing his gifts on the counter. 

The two stood there for a moment just taking in their appearances. She felt her heart racing as Jean stood there eyeing her. 

"So um.. what do you wanna do?" Jean asked, looking down at her. 

She leaned against the wall. "I dunno.. maybe we can watch a movie in bed?" she asked, nodding.

"Sounds like a plan.. I gotta call Connie. He needs to drop my shit off in the morning if I'm sleeping here," he said and took out his phone. 

(Y/N) rocked on her heels. "Sounds good! Um.. I'll be right back, I'm gonna change." she replied and made her way to her room.

Jean texted Connie and within seconds he responded with an 'ok'. He walked towards the room where (Y/N) was, her room was decorated nicely. She knew how to keep it clean. He noticed the familiar sights he used to see on facetime. 

She came from the bathroom wearing shorts and a t-shirt. "Come sit," she said and hopped on her bed. 

Jean felt stiff, he didn't want to make her uncomfortable or make any moves that were too quick. 

"So uh… what kind of movie do you wanna watch?" he asked, looking at her nervously. 

"Hmm.. horror?" she replied, looking back at him as she turned on the tv. 

He nodded. "Sounds like a plan," he said and leaned back against the pillows on her bed. 

She put on one of the horror movies and lied down next to him, her hands brushed over his arm veins. She traced lines where his muscles were. Goosebumps littered onto his skin feeling her touch. 

"Don't be so stiff.. you aren't going to hurt me," (Y/N) said leaning up a bit. 

He felt his nerves loosen up at her words. "Sorry.. I just don't wanna come off as a creep," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck. 

She giggled, moving his arm so it was now around her waist. "You aren't a creep to me at all," she said, laying her head on his chest. 

Jean's grip on her waist tightened as he brought her body closer to his. He imagined nights like these for so long, his arms around her holding her close so she never slips away. 

She felt so warm next to him. 

As the night went on, (Y/N) felt her eyes become droopy. She started to snooze against his chest, Jean smiled hearing her small snores and the way she twitched. He turned off the lamp and pulled the covers over the two of them. 

-

The next morning Jean was awoken by (Y/N) moving out of his embrace. Her eyes trying to get used to the light that shone into her room, she grabbed her phone, the time reading 10:12 A.M. 

She turned over to look at Jean who was awake. A giggle escaped her lips as she cuddled back into him. 

"I didn't mean to fall asleep," she said and traced his muscles with her fingers. 

He squeezed the flesh of her waist. "Don't worry about it," he replied and lied his chin onto her head. "What do you wanna do today, beautiful?" he asked.

She sighed. "Do you wanna just relax and chill? We don't have to go anywhere," she replied, looking up at him. 

"Sounds fine by me," Jean said, staring up at the ceiling. 

The two lied there for a few minutes before deciding to get dressed and ready for the day, Jean noticed his suitcases were at the front door. (Y/N) told him that Sasha had a spare key so she most likely stopped by while they were asleep. It made him laugh but also a little weirded out. 

They both changed and lied around (Y/N)'s place, they took many photos together and goofed off. She never felt happier than she did in those moments, Jean didn't want to stop touching her. He loved feeling her smooth skin against his, he held her hand or brushed against her arm. Not in a creepy way of course. 

It was around 6:30 in the afternoon, Jean and (Y/N) messed around in her apartment for most of the day. Watching movies, ordering food, taking photos, etc. It had been an amazing day. 

"Hey Jean.." (Y/N) said, reaching up to play with the strands of his hair. 

He looked down at her. "What's up?" he asked. 

She smiled. "Do you wanna go to the pier near my house? We can watch the sunset," she asked, nodding her head. 

His face lit up with excitement. "Hell yes! Let's go right now," he replied. 

The two rushed out of the apartment and went to her car, the sun was going to set pretty soon, so they wanted to get to the pier at a decent time to see it all. 

The car ride was fun, the two blasted music and sang along with the words. 

Eventually, the two arrived at the pier. Many people walked along the sidewalks with each other, the summer air felt nice. Jean held her hand as they made their way up to the dock, some people leaned along the sides talking with one another. 

The sun shined onto their faces, Jean's honey eyes looked like pure gold as the sun passed through them. 

The tide from the waves crashed below them the seagulls flew in the sky or onto the ground. 

"It's so pretty.." (Y/N) said, smiling as she leaned against the railing staring at the setting sun.

Jean admired the sky as it was painted with purples and oranges. "Yeah.. but not as pretty as you are," he said and held her hand in his. 

She looked absolutely stunning to him. The way the sun shined over her skin and the way the wind lightly blew along her hair made his heart swell. 

She was truly the most beautiful girl he ever laid his eyes on. 

"I always imagined coming here with you.. it was my dream date," she said and smiled.

Jean took her hand into his. "Can I ask you something?" he asked. 

She looked up at him. "Of course Jean," she replied and brushed a few strands of hair out of his face. 

He let out a shaky breath. "(Y/N)... I never thought I'd ever get to meet you, but now that I have I realized how amazing you are. You're so beautiful.. don't even get me started on your smile either. You've made today so great and I've been meaning to ask you this question for so long. My feelings for you are strong and I can't imagine my life without you by my side," he said. "Will you be my girlfriend?" 

She felt her heart burst at his words, she couldn't deny what she felt for Jean. "Yes! Yes!" she replied, putting her arms around his neck. 

He smiled as he put his arms around her waist. "I love you.." he whispered. 

Her eyes went wide. "I love you too.." she said, leaning into his face and pressing her lips onto his. 

The kiss was passionate, his lips felt smooth and soft. It took her breath away. 

"I promise I'll make you feel like a princess," Jean said and cupped her cheek. "I'll never let you go," he added. 

She felt small tears form into her eyes. "I'll never let you go either," she said and smiled at him.

They stood there for awhile watching as the sun slowly disappeared behind the clouds, the sky painted in bright oranges and dark blues. 

Arriving back home they both rushed up the stairs to her apartment. She unlocked it and pulled him into a heated kiss, the kiss feeling hot.

Jean made his way to the couch, his hands on her hips. "I didn't know you were this good of a kisser.." he whispered, smirking as he kissed her. 

"I guess we're both full of surprises," she replied and put her arms around his neck.

He sat down on the couch, her thighs on either side of his legs. "Wait.." Jean said, breaking the kiss between them. "I need to mention one more thing," he added, looking up at her. 

She nodded. "What's up?" she asked. 

He felt a smile grow onto his lips. "I know I leave in two days but.. I wanted to let you know that I was pricing apartments around here as well as schooling.. and I found out I got accepted," he said. 

Her jaw dropped hearing the news. "What!? No way! You're lying! Does that mean.." she said. 

"I won't be far away anymore my love," he replied, cupping her cheek. "It's gonna take awhile for me to move in, but I should be here by the end of next month." 

She felt excitement coursing through her. "That's great!" she said. 

"I mean it when I say it that I do love you (Y/N).. it's not me saying that to impress you, I truly do." he said, smiling at her. "I can't imagine myself with anyone else. I want a future with you," he added. 

She felt a smile grow onto her cheeks. "I love you too Jean… I want you with me forever," she said, running her fingers along his face. 

He smiled and leaned in to kiss her lips. "Your wish is granted baby," he said and pressed his lips against hers. 

She giggled, leaning down towards him. "What do you say we celebrate?" she asked, smirking. 

He eyed her hungrily. "Oh you wanna be like that huh? Consider it your special Valentine's Day treat," he replied, bringing her body close to his.

[hangovercurse]

Don’t Be Sorry

In which Y/N’s past catches up to her... and Colson

Reader x Colson Baker

Warnings: Abuse (Graphic), cursing, violence.

A/N: Seriously, it gets detailed. If you are uncomfortable with domestic abuse/ violence then this is not the fic for you. If you are a victim of abuse, there are resources available for you. The National Domestic Violence Support Hotline is 1-800-799-SAFE (7233). 

Word Count: 2352

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“To good music and good friends” Colson shouted over the noise of the crowd. The group raised their glasses in a toast before downing the shot. “Now let’s fuckin party!” 

It was your first time out in a while. You liked to pretend it was because you were too busy. I have a job outside of writing music with you, you would always remind the older boy. But truthfully, you weren’t as attached to the party scene as your friends and did whatever you could to avoid them. 

But when Colson asked, well begged, you to go out with them to celebrate finishing Hotel Diablo you couldn’t say no. Colson’s face when you said yes almost made you excited. Almost.

But now on the crowded rooftop of a club you’d never been to in an outfit that was all too tight and all too short, you wished you’d made up an excuse to stay home. Luckily your friends made you forget your unease. 

“Y/N, watch me drink both of these beers in 10 seconds!” Rook shouted, holding two bottles in his hands. You laughed, shaking your head slightly at his antics and pulling out your phone to time him. 

“Ok, go.” You said as he brought the bottles up to his mouth, chugging both in an astounding 9.75 seconds. “Dude that’s insane.” You showed him the timer and he cheered, dragging you to the bar. 

“I’m getting you a drink, whaddyu want?” Rook asked as he waved down the bartender. “Rum and coke?” He questioned, knowing your order by heart at this point.

“How’d you guess.” You asked with a smile on your face. 

“It’s a talent.” Rook laughed, arms flailing as he bowed dramatically. 

The pair of you got your drinks and returned to your group in the middle of the dance floor. When you got back Slim dramatically held out his hand for you to dance with him, and you guys jumped around to the music. 

The drink in your veins made you a little more comfortable. it wasn’t enough to get you into any trouble, just enough to loosen you up for a good time. As the group laughed at AJ’s terrible dance moves, you felt a chill come over the room. 

As the rest of your friends smiled and laughed, you looked around the dance floor, trying to find anything, or anyone, out of place. Unfortunately for you, you were much shorter than the men around you, so you couldn’t see much. 

Colson noticed you weren’t really with the group, and he followed your gaze around the room, leaning in close to you. “Everything ok?” He asked.

“Yeah, I just have this weird feeling.” 

He laughed, “drink too much?” 

You gave him a pointed look and then chuckled to signify you were joking. “No, I just, I don’t know how to explain it. I just have a bad feeling about something.” 

“Ok, well just don’t leave my side. I’ll keep you safe.” He winked at you and you rolled your eyes, but you appreciated the sincerity in his statement. 

Colson and you had been friends for years, but after your last relationship ended... roughly (to put it nicely), he let you stay at his place for a while until you got back on your feet. Since then you’d gotten closer to the tattooed man and come to trust him implicitly. 

You refocused on your friends, watching Pete and Baze racing pints of beers, with Baze winning (for obvious reasons). You laughed as Pete hung his head in shame. He scrunched his nose at you. “I don’t see you chugging anything.” 

This only made you laugh harder, “I don’t think what you were doing is considered “chugging.”” You made air quotes as he put on a mock hurt expression. 

“Y/N’s up next!” Slim shouted and your eyes went wide. 

“Oh hell no, man. I leave that shit up to you guys.” You smiled as he shook his head profusely. 

“Nope, you gotta do it. Rook’s already getting the beer.”

You hung your head, knowing there was no arguing with Slim. “Fine, but I’m gonna lose and then I’m gonna be mad. So if I’m mad, its your fault.” You shook your head as the boys howled. 

Rook came back with two beers in his hand, handing you one. “I’ll give you a head start.” Slim smiled.

“Fuck no, man.” You said before bringing the beer to your lips, chugging the drink. Slim was taken off guard and ended up starting a few seconds after you, which was all the advantage you needed. 

You raised your hands in victory as AJ picked you up in celebration, the boys cheering for you as Slim hung his head. Once you landed back on your feet, Rook threw his arm around your shoulders, “Y/N is the fuckin bomb.” 

You loved this feeling, you loved being surrounded by your friends who loved you. You giggled as he leaned into you, making you stumble under his weight. 

“Oh look, Y/Ns surrounded by all her little man-whores.” His voice sobered you up instantly and made every bone in your body tense up. You looked up to Colson for support, but he was already focused on the man behind you. 

“Not even gonna look at me, damn. You’re really that much of a bitch, huh? Not even gonna say hi?” His voice was like poison in your veins. Every word he spoke reminded you of the last time you saw him. You subconsciously reached up to your neck, rubbing your throat.

“Get the fuck away from her dude.” Colson said shortly. You tried to catch his eye. You wanted to beg him not to make a scene, to just take your hand and leave. But it was too late for that. 

“And who the fuck are you?” Jason, your ex-boyfriend, moved towards Colson and into your view. You flashed back to the night in his living room, his back facing you just like it was now, before he turned around and-

Luckily, Rook’s hand squeezing your shoulder pulled you from your thoughts. You turned to look at him, his head cocked and his eyes questioning. You simply shook your head at him. You looked back to Colson who was seething. You caught Pete’s eye behind him and mouthed, we need to leave.

Pete nodded, grabbing Colson’s arm lightly, but the blond only shook off his friends grasp. 

“Hey, there’s this really cool music store down the street that’s still open, we should go check it out.” AJ said, his eyes trained on you. Thank god for AJ.

“Yeah, that sounds like a great idea.” Pete said, “Colson let’s go check it out.” 

You could see Jason’s face change when he figured out who the blond man was. “Yeah, Colson, why don’t you take your bitch and get out of here.”

“Don’t fucking call her that.” Colson moved closer to him and your eyes widened in fear. 

“What? A bitch? That’s what she is, a slutty fucking bitch.” With every word, Jason moved closer to your friend until the two men were almost touching. Tears stung your eyes as you flashed back again. 

“You stupid fucking whore. Who the fuck do you think you are? Fucking around with some asshole rapper! Did you forget you fucking belong to me?”

His words still rang in your mind. You could feel your body begin to shut down, your lungs gasping for breath just like they had that day. 

You were brought back to reality by the screams of protest as Colson pushed your ex-boyfriend away from him, causing Jason’s fist to make contact with Colson’s jaw. 

“You think you can get away with making me look like an idiot? I’m your fucking boyfriend, not him.”

Jason’s fist made contact with your left cheek and your knees failed to hold you up. The man caught you before you hit the ground, leaning forward to pin you against the wall behind you. 

“Y/N, c’mon, let’s go.” Rook’s arm fell to the small of your back as he escorted you through the crowd, Slim following you. You made your way down the stairs, the two boys helping to support your weight. 

“I’m gonna make you remember who you belong to.” 

Jason pinned your arms above your head as he pressed you further into the wall. His free hand made its way up your chest to your throat. His soft grasp turned into a squeeze around your neck. 

“Jason please-”

You tried to talk, but few words could come out. You struggled for air as his eyes grew darker and darker. 

“You think you can go and fuck around with whoever you want, don’t you?”

You shook your head, but he continued.

“You’re a goddamn slut, and you need to learn your lesson.” 

Your vision began to blur.

“Y/N, you okay?” You came back to reality to find yourself in the alley between the club and the neighboring building. Slim was standing in front of you, Rook to your side as you leaned against the wall behind you. 

You shook your head in response and he let out a sigh. Suddenly the door slammed open and you flinched at the noise. 

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill you.”

You kneed Jason as a last resort before you lost consciousness, and now you were running through the house. You ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind you and pulling your phone from your pocket, not even noticing the new crack in the screen. You searched for the first name you could think of.

“Colson?”

“Colson, take a breath, man!” AJ yelled as he followed the tall blond man outside. 

Colson was pacing a few feet away from you as you tried to focus on breathing, your hand subconsciously reaching for your neck again, as if you were trying to pry his invisible hand off of you. 

Pete moved in front of you, taking in your state of fear. Other than Colson, Pete was the only one who had any idea about your ex. He didn’t know the whole story, only that it ended violently. 

“Hey, you okay?” He asked, keeping his distance as he leaned against the other wall across from you. 

You sniffled and wiped your face, nodding quickly as you realized most of your friends- save for Baze and Colson- were watching you. “Sorry guys- he’s just an ex. He’s kind of an asshole.” 

“Really kid? We couldn’t tell.” AJ tried to joke, and you cracked a small smile, trying to convince them you were ok. 

Your breathing started to slow, and you felt yourself coming down from your panicked state, until you caught Colson’s fist making contact with the wall of the club.  

“Open this fucking door bitch!”

Jason’s fists beat against the door- the only thing standing between you and him.

“He’s gonna kill me Cols. I’m so scared.”

Your sobs rang through the phone as the banging intensified. 

“He can’t save you now, bitch! Not such a big man now, are ya? Colson!”

“Colson!” Baze berated the blond man, who recoiled in pain. “Get your shit together, bro.” He said, quieter.

Colson looked up at his friend and then past him to meet your eyes. His blue orbs softened at the tears in yours. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He whispered, walking over to you. 

He leaned forward against the wall you already occupied, his arms above your head as his head drooped down to watch you. You looked up at him, your hand reaching up to touch his face where Jason had made contact. 

He flinched when your skin met his, causing you to jerk your hand back, afraid he would yell at you for hurting him. 

“It’s okay, I was just surprised is all.” He whispered before grabbing your hand and bringing it back up to his chin. You ran your fingers over the forming bruise lightly, another tear falling from your eyes. 

“I’m so sorry.” You whispered. “I didn’t think he’d- I didn’t know...” You trailed off, looking down and dropping your hand from Colson’s face. 

“Hey, hey, hey.” He moved one hand to gently tilt your face up, leaning down to be closer to you, “Look at me. This was not your fault. Okay? You don’t need to be sorry for anything, babe. You did nothing wrong.” 

“I just- if I hadn’t called you that night-”

“You wouldn’t be here. Y/N if you hadn’t called me you could’ve been seriously hurt. He could’ve killed you.” 

You took a shaky breath in, sniffling. Colson sniffled too. “Y/N, this is nothing, okay? I would take a thousand more punches like this if it means that douchebag never comes near you again. I mean it. Don’t blame yourself for this, okay?” You nod, reaching your arms up to wrap around his neck as you bury your head into his shoulder, your nose pressed against his neck. 

His arms wrapped around you and you could hear his sniffles in your ear as his lips pressed against your hair. “Thank you.” You mumble into his neck, pressing your lips against the hot skin. 

“Hey! Get the fuck out of here! This isn’t some fucking party you can photograph. Fuck off with your cameras!” Pete yelled, causing you to release Colson and look towards the commotion. You briefly see a figure in the distance before a white flash blinds you. 

“Fuckin paps.” Colson whispered, his arms still wrapped around your waist. 

“Let’s get outta here, guys.” Slim says, leading everyone back into the club to leave through the back door. Colson interlocked your hand with his as you stepped into the building, keeping you as close to him as possible as you squeezed your way through the crowd. 

Once you loaded yourselves into the van, you leaned your head on Colson’s shoulder, your hands still interlocked. “Can I stay at yours tonight?” You asked in a whisper. Colson simply pressed a kiss to your forehead, his hand leaving yours to wrap around you and pull you closer to him.  

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 310: A Tale of Two Kacchans

Previously on BnHA: Flashback!Deku was all, “hey, you know what sounds like a good decision? Abandoning my studies at the safest place in the country so that the bad guy who wants to find me and kill me has literally nothing standing in his way of doing that.” All Might was all, “I fucking knew you were going to say some bullshit like that so whatever, but I’M COMING WITH YOU and I’m also going to invite the Hawksquad to come with us, mostly so that I can steal Jeanist’s car.” Jeanist was all, “okay fine you can borrow my car, All Might, but only if you wear jeans.” All Might was all, “okay sure” and he wore jeans and also sunglasses and a leather jacket and it was pretty rad. Anyway so now they’re out there fighting crime and hunting down the LoV and stuff, and absolutely none of it is going to end well, I’m just letting you know now. But I guess we’ll let them enjoy it while it lasts.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “happy belated Kacchan’s Birthday makeste, here’s the flashback you really wanted at long last,” and proceeds to pull the old vestige flashback out of the kitchen drawer and upend its contents all over my Friday afternoon without the slightest bit of warning. OFA III is all “WHAT’S UP I’M JUST SOME GUY, HELLO,” and okay?? Hello yourself. OFA II, on the other hand, is all, “okay yeah I have different hair and stuff, but I’m like 98% sure I’m either Bakugou or his goddamn twin, I mean look at me.” Which, yeah. I looked, and he really is though you guys. Anyway though, so he and OFA II basically just showed up in the First (who goes by Yoichi now)’s prison cell one day all “HEY THERE, WE’RE HERE TO SAVE YOU, APPARENTLY, ALTHOUGH WE SEEM REAL CONFUSED ABOUT IT TBH BUT HEY.” And so they saved him, and Yoichi was all “hey nice to meet you do you want to join my super-exclusive Saving The World Club”, and so they did, and then the chapter ended lol. I would have said yes too.

oh my sweet lord?? I didn’t realize we were getting a color page this week, but LOOK AT THIS

this could have been a fucking volume cover. I’m almost mad that it wasn’t, lol but I mean fkldjslklk just look at it??! Horikoshi out here spoiling us and making sure we’re well fed since next week the manga is on break for Golden Week. well this will certainly help to tide me over. hot damn look at those colors

so now it’s raining on some dumb building in the middle of somewhere

is this where the Hawksquad has set up camp for the night? or are we actually cutting back to the League? that’d be unexpected (but not unwelcome)

ffff nevermind dammit it’s just more random citizens under attack

feels like this is the third or fourth scene we’ve had of civilians being Under Attack since this arc started. I mean no offense, but I think we get it by this point. it’s the end times, etc. etc. we’re well aware that things have gone to shit

so apparently these two guys are facing off against a girl with a mutant quirk. and she’s telling them that she’s not a monster and she was just scared, oh shit. I believe her btw, you can see it in her face

but these assholes don’t believe her at all and they’re pointing what looks to be some type of support item gun at her

you know what’s interesting, is that this kind of random quirk discrimination is the exact kind of thing PLF and the like were swearing up and down they’d put a stop to with their glorious revolution. it’s almost like those guys were completely full of shit. huh

so yeah, fortunately for this woman someone is stepping in and intervening before she can be blasted to bits by this trigger-happy asshole for absolutely no fucking reason

looks like a hero actually stepped in and saved her?? but no that can’t be, heroes are the ones that ruin everything and make everything worse, or so I understand. lol where did all of this sarcasm come from out of nowhere dlkdsjlk I’m sorry guys I just suddenly got swept up in the hypocrisy of certain people’s philosophies out of the blue idek

anyway so it is of course Deku saving her, and now he’s trying to talk thess jerks down all diplomatically instead of just kicking their asses, which is certainly a choice

MOTHERFUCKER I’M

fucking impossible to miss the real world parallels here. shit. this woman nearly died for her crime of Walking While Having A Mutant Quirk huh. and meanwhile Deku is just letting this guy scurry away and even letting him keep that fucking bazooka of his, like, ????

fucking hell she’s crying!!

lmao this chapter is actively trying to make me mad now huh. that’s some genuine righteous anger I’m feeling on behalf of this fictional ferret lady whom I only met two minutes ago. girl you are not the one who needs to explain herself here!! you didn’t do anything wrong holy fuck. everything about this situation sucks so much

fkKJKLMMMHFGH

“I’m sorry I made you upset, please enjoy this panel of tiny!floating!Deku hefting this lady’s massive beach umbrella up for her like the fucking gentleman he is” well okay then thank you sir

and JUST LIKE THAT the tension is broken and I’m entirely incapable of taking the rest of this conversation seriously because Deku’s trying to be all calming and authoritative, but now the illusion has been broken because I know he only comes up to like her knees

“well thanks again for saving me young man. I’ll leave you to it, I’m sure you’ve got more important things to do like protecting your Lucky Charms cereal from all those greedy children”

oh hey All Might

you wouldn’t have just let that guy with the bazooka just walk away to commit more attempted murders would you?? man

OH MY GOD DEKU IS IMMEDIATELY DITCHING HIM AGAIN

I ~CANNOT STAY HERE~ oh, well, sorry to keep you detained I know you’re busy

dfslkjlk oh my god

fucking told you Deku didn’t pack any food lol. it’s literally all notebooks in that bag you guys. he couldn’t just leave them all in his dorm room when he left, because what if someone tried to read them and came across one of the pages where he absentmindedly doodled Kacchan’s name surrounded by little tiny hearts oh gosh

AWWWWW

I needed this Horikoshi. thank you for this wholesome soul-cleansing interaction after all of that bullshit earlier

so now Deku’s climbing up this tall building to eat his lunchbox more dramatically. Tokoyami would be proud

and Banjou is saying that society right now is just like in The Good Old Days (read: bad old days) when quirk society was even more of a mess than it is now

which is exactly how AFO likes it, no doubt

so now Deku’s having a whole conversation with Banjou seemingly out loud lol, weird. and he’s basically saying that they don’t have any clues as to where TomurAFO and the League are hiding right now, and none of the Tartarus escapees they’ve found knew anything either

mmmmmfmhm, marge simpson noises

but you think you can?? you, alone, by yourself?? you think you stand a chance?? I just need you to think this all through a bit more kid

Deku it is NOT JUST YOUR RESPONSIBILITY ALONE, PLEASE REALIZE THIS ALREADY. YOU MAY BE THE CHOSEN ONE, BUT EVEN THE CHOSEN ONE NEEDS HIS FRIENDS BY HIS SIDE GODDAMMIT

and of course my pleading is all in vain, because he’s a fictional character who can’t fucking hear me, and also because I’m pretty sure there’s only one character who is going to actually be able to get him to hear reason here. I’ve been saying it, and I’ll keep saying it lol. so until then I guess I’ll just have to be patient

anyway so it appears we’re segueing into another flashback??? HORIKOSHI PLEASE GIVE ME SOME BAKUCRUMBS BEFORE THE TWO WEEK BREAK, I BEG YOU

dlKSDJLFKWJELKGHSLGKLEKJLFKHLGK

YES, THANK YOU, I KNOW WHERE THIS FUCKING IS LOL, IT’S NOT LIKE I’VE BEEN OBSESSED WITH FINDING OUT WHAT HAPPENS IN THE REST OF THIS SCENE OR ANYTHING LMAO. BUT ANYWAYS DON’T MIND ME, YOU WERE SAYING??

oh my god oh my god I’m not readyyyyy, but also FUCK YEAH I AM SO FUCKING READY LOL LET’S DO THIS

YOU GUYS

I’M ABOUT TO STEP IN THAT ROOM AND YEET ONE OF THOSE FUCKING CHAIRS AT YOU ALL

NOOOOO

I’M ABOUT TO GRAB BANJOU’S GOGGLES AND STRETCH THEM OUT AND SNAP THEM BACK SO THEY SMACK THE SHIT OUT OF HIS FOREHEAD!!! IT’S WHAT HE DESERVES!!! I’M ABOUT TO MOVE TO JAPAN AND GET A JOB WITH DOORDASH AND FIND OUT WHAT HORIKOSHI LIKES TO ORDER FOR LUNCH SO I CAN BE THE ONE TO DELIVER IT SO THAT WHEN HE OPENS THE DOOR I CAN FINALLY ASK HIM “HEY WHAT THE FUCK” IN PERSON

AHHH NO EVERYBODY SHHHHH STOP TALKING!!!!

SOMEONE PLEASE TELL THAT PERSON SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF THEIR LUNGS IN THE BACKGROUND TO SHUT THE FUCK UP, OH WAIT, THAT’S ME

(」゜ロ゜)」 щ(゜ロ゜щ)

LOL THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE!!! LOOK AT YOU!!! YOU’RE NOT KIRISHIMA OR SHINSOU OR IIDA IN A WIG OR ANYBODY LOL. YOU’RE JUST A DUDE. BROOOOO ABOUT FUCKING TIME, WHAT’S GOOD

I CAN’T SCROLL DOWN AHHHH BUT I HAVE TO BUT IT’S TOO INTENSE AHHHHHHH

I CAN SEE THE TOP OF HIS SPIKY HEAD, IT’S FINALLY THAT TIME AHHHHHHHH OKAY I’M GONNA DO IT HERE GOES

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

IT’S HIM. IT FUCKING REALLY FUCKIGN IS HIM OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. WHY AM I SO SHOCKED LMAO I’M THE ONE WHO’S BEEN SAYING THIS THE WHOLE DAMN TIME LMAO. OH GOD. O H MY FUCKING GOD

well okay then sir. so are you an ~ancestor~ or a Kacchan from another timeline or so what’s your deal then

YOICHI WHO IS YOICHI

YOICHI ALWAYS KNOWS WHAT’S UP. LMAO WHO IS YOICHI

(ETA: I’m going to punch myself in the face lmao. he’s Yoichi. he, the First. that’s his name. name reveal at long last what what!!)

MORE IMPORTANTLY SHOULD I BE IMAGINING NOBU’S VOICE RIGHT NOW BECAUSE LMAO I AM ANYWAY BUT YEAH

(ETA: I actually think he’s going to end up being voiced by Nobuhiko whether he ends up being Kacchan or not, just because it fits right in with the general “identical in almost every way” aesthetic he’s got going on.)

TUMBLR HOW WE LIKING OUR ANGSTY ALTERNATE UNIVERSE KACCHAN?? EVERYONE HATED YOU SO MUCH BEFORE THEY EVEN MET YOU, BUT THEY FORGOT TO CONSIDER THE POSSIBILITY THAT YOU MIGHT BE HOT LMAO WHAT A TWIST

“some bright-eyed brat” oh come on. IT’S GOTTA BE HIM LOL

oh my god you all are probably TIRED AS FUCK of all my screaming but I’M SORRY IMMA HAVE TO DO IT ONE LAST TIME BECAUSE...

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

that face. that expression!! THE FACT THAT HE’S OUT HERE OPENING DOORS WITH HIS FEET, LIKE HOLY SHIT!! JUST ADMIT THE JIG IS UP ALREADY

and so they really are the ones who busted First out of his jail cell huh

so how did they know you were in the room?? why did they come and break you out?? and how, pray tell, did they know to get you to transfer OFA to them?? hmmmMMMMMMMM

oh MY GOD

you guys. oh my god. it’s too much. every last bit of it lines up exactly with the Bakuverse theory sdkjfj I’m short-circuiting. it’s really fucking happening oh my lord

HELLO SEXY ALTERNATE UNIVERSE KACCHAN WITH HIS SEXY FUCKING SCAR, FUCK YEAH WE REALLY ARE EATING GOOD THIS CHAPTER

HELL YEAH WE’RE GOING. WE’RE GOING FULL SPEED YOU GUYS. LMAO I’M SO FUCKING HYPED RIGHT NOW I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF WEFKJLDKFFFF

SO, EVERYONE, LET’S RECAP. -- ACTUALLY NO, I STARTED TO WRITE UP A LIST, BUT I IMMEDIATELY REALIZED IT REALLY JUST NEEDS TO GO IN ITS OWN THREAD. SO I MADE IT AND POSTED IT, AND NOW I’M FINISHING UP THIS HOT MESS OF A RECAP POST. SO NOW WE’RE BACK TO THIS ONE FINAL PANEL OF DEKU EATING HIS KATSU ALL SERIOUS

YES SIR. YES SIR, WE GOING, FULL SPEED AHEAD, WHATEVER, IDK WTF IS HAPPENING BUT YES!!

lol, anyways so as I said in my other post, mysterious sexy guys with tragic pasts are what bring us together as a fandom, so whatever your thoughts are on the rest of it, let’s just rejoice in that. it’s what we deserve

[spencerspecifics]

HI HI HI PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE MOREID AT PRIDE AND SOME PINING AND SPENCER THINKS DEREK IS STRAIGHT BUT HE ISN'T AND THEY KIIIITTTTTHHHHH

I absolutely love your energy fuck yes!! I’m so sorry this took forever, ive got school, work and some other personal things happening so I appreciate your patience!

No TW, B u t, a creep hits on Spencer at pride, so if that is upsetting please note that! Thanks :)

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Pride

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Garcia had been pestering Spencer about going to pride for the past week now, and it was slowly driving him insane.

He used almost every excuse he could think of. When he first turned her down, he had simply said, “Sorry, I’m going to be busy that week.” And of course, Garcia being Garcia, she stole his calendar to see what he was busy with (spoiler alert: he had nothing. Except a reminder to go grocery shopping, and email some professors and research scientists back).

So, she persisted, and he came up with a dozen more excuses; “I was considering flying out to see my mom”, “The local museum has a new interactive archeology exhibit for adults, and I want to learn more about ancient structures”, “I have to do a presentation on thermodynamics”.

None of those excuses work, as she sniffed out every lie, “Spencer, you hate flying to Vegas last minute, that archaeology exhibit has been open for months, and your calendar is empty!”

So with her persistence, and legitimate bullying, Spencer found himself finally agreeing. “Fine, but come over to my apartment before we leave so you can help me.” After all, he wasn’t really familiar with pride parades, and what the scene was like there. He was going to be a fish out of water, he already knew that for certain.

~

True to her word, Garcia showed up an hour before the pride parade was set to start, carrying a coffee in each hand- how she possibly knocked on his apartment door, Spencer didn’t know.

“I brought you a pick me up, that way you have no excuse to be in a bad mood!” She spoke in her signature sing song voice as Spencer let her inside, she barreled in like a hurricane. God, Spencer wasn’t ready for this.

“Thanks..” Spencer decided to reply with that lame response, and not with what he was actually thinking. He took the coffee from her wordlessly as she stepped in further, going to sit down on his couch.

“You excited?” Garcia asked as she set her cup down on his cluttered coffee table. Reid just shrugged, “I don’t know. I don’t do great with crowds.”

“But you do great with disarming murderers?” “You know that’s different-” Spencer said, doing his best to argue, “Reid it is literally not. Both are anxiety inducing, but one is life or death, and it’s not pride. So you can do this.”

Spencer sighed, resigning himself to not arguing with Garcia. Because she was right, though at times her arguments sounded wild. He just had to get over this anxiety and show up at pride, he could do this, right?

~

Wrong. So, very, wrong. They had left his apartment with thirty minutes to spare, deciding to walk over to where pride was being held- as it was only a few blocks away in a public park.

And as soon as they got there, Spencer wanted out. There were so many people, more than he estimated (and his estimations were usually spot on.), and there was just chaos everywhere. Music, dancing, shouting, singing, drag queens running around happily. Spencer wasn’t sure what to do. He was out of his element.

Garcia seemed to sense that, though, as she dragged Spencer over to some stalls that sold pride flags, pins, and other miscellaneous pride related things.

“C’mon Reid, why don’t you look around and find something you like?” She offered up, something for him to do- something for him to stay busy with. He could do that. Spencer nodded simply, Garcia stayed by his side- looking at pride related wear for herself.

~

Spencer ended up deciding on a small pin that simply said; “love all”, planning to stick it on his messenger bag strap. Garcia bought a pin as well, but hers just had her pronouns on them; “she/her/hers”.

Looking at all the pride apparel was a good distraction for Spencer, he felt a lot more calmer now- though that didn’t stop him from feeling like he stuck out like a sore thumb. He’s just not familiar with this world, and it’s awkward to suddenly be in the middle of it.

Spencer was in the middle of looking at another booth that sold flags, possibly considering buying himself a small one to stick in his pencil cup at work, because Garcia left him to go compliment a drag queen- when a voice broke through.

“Hey, pretty boy!”

That was a voice all too familiar, what on earth was Morgan doing here? Spencer looked up at him as he made his way towards him. “Hey,” Spencer spoke awkwardly. Not sure what to say.

Spencer was gay. He was fine with admitting he was gay, but he hadn’t really told the team. He thought they figured it out on their own. And they probably had, but still, having his coworker see him at a pride event- it was anxiety inducing.

“What’re- what’re you doing here?” Spencer asked, stumbling over his words as he dropped the small flag he was holding back onto the vendors table.

“Oh, well I’m on the local PFLAG committee. I’m just here to hand out flyers and stuff. But I’m glad to see you’re here, I’m guessing Garcia’s here too?” He asked Spencer casually, as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on Spencer.

He was on the PFLAG committee? Why? To help queer people, obviously, but that had to mean he was gay or something- Spencer couldn’t stop his mind from coming up with every possible answer to why Derek was on the committee.

Spencer just nodded in response, he moved himself back from the vendors table to get out of the way, so other customers could look at the flags being sold.

“Yeah, she’s- there.” Reid pointed her out, as if on cue she came out of the thick crowd that had started to gather back up, the parade portion of pride had concluded by now, and people were coming over to the vendors section.

“Hey, Babygirl!” Derek called over to her, and Garcia somehow lit up with a smile brighter than the one she was wearing before, “Well, hey!” She responded enthusiastically, walking up swiftly to give Derek a quick embrace, which he happily returned.

“I wasn’t sure how long you were staying for, but I’m glad I caught you!” Garcia started rambling to Derek, about how the drag queen she met was so nice; “Her name was Mysteria Hysteria. Isn’t that genius?”.

~

Spencer just stepped back from them both, not sure what to do, not sure if he fully belonged. Pride was a nice event, it was. But the longer he stood around, the more he felt like he should be leaving. Everyone was laughing and smiling, everyone was just happy. And Spencer couldn’t stop racking his brain. In the beginning, he couldn’t stop thinking because of his anxiety, but now he was searching his brain for a reason why Derek was here and what it meant.

Of course, a stupid large portion of Spencer’s mind went to “maybe Morgan likes men”, and then an even larger and stupider portion of his mind had the absurdity to think; “maybe he’s interested in me”. Which Spencer did not even want to remotely entertain, because if he fell down that rabbit hole, he’d never climb back out.

Because yes, he did like Derek. He liked him a lot, the start for his liking towards the man was innocuous enough- which is why it was a problem for Spencer. He didn’t realized he liked Morgan until it was too late. And now he had been battling these feelings for years. Spencer wasn’t ever going to act on them, he just had to live with them- which he had been doing, which he has been content with. But this new information, about Morgan being here, being part of PFLAG- it was going to make Reid’s mind implode in on itself.

~

Reid decided the best thing was to say; “I’m gonna get some water, I’ll be back.” To which Derek and Garcia both nodded to, and Spencer was off, away from the vendors stand and the only two people he knew at pride.

And while that was a good thing, it was simultaneously not so good. Because now he was alone, overwhelmed, and thinking too much. And now he had a task to do, find himself some water.

~

That task seemed to be more difficult than anticipated, as the prides layout was a confusing maze, spencer had to pass in front of a group of drag queens in order to get to the food trucks that were on site- but he eventually got there.

He walked up to the first food truck he saw, it didn’t matter what they sold, he wasn’t getting it.

“What can I get for you?” The cashier asked him, “Just a water, please.” He ordered, the cashier nodded and pulled a bottle out from a cooler that was nearby within the truck, handing it over to spencer as they told him his total, a dollar twenty five. Spencer paid quickly, stepping back and away from the food truck, as he wasn’t sure where else to go now. He didn’t want to go back towards Derek or Garcia, he honestly wanted to go home.

He just needed a minute, some space and time to breathe and relax. He was stressing himself out. And about what? Nothing of goddamn importance, just a stupid crush he had been living with for a while now.

~

Spencer had been leaning against the back the food truck for not long, only a couple of minutes as he was absorbed in thought as he fiddled with the cap on the water bottle.

He was doing his best to follow the grounding techniques he had learned, something to help him calm down, when suddenly- a stranger emerged out of the crowd.

“Hey there, handsome.” The man said confidently as he strode up to introduce himself Spencer. Spencer looked up to meet his eyes, the man in question was a fine looking guy, chiseled jawline, long shoulder length hair, a bit of facial stubble. He was handsome. “Hello,” Spencer answered hollowly in response. In an ordinary situation, he would try and seem more lively- but he wasn’t in a normal situation, not at all.

The anxiety of attending pride was stress enough on its own, but now knowing the guy he had been drooling over for years was here- and worked as a PFLAG volunteer? It was enough to make him lose his mind.

The man didn’t seem to notice Spencer’s empty response, however, as he answered suavely in response; “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the way. I’m Fabian,” Thankfully, the man- Fabian, didn’t stick his hand out for a handshake, instead casually pushing his hair back a bit.

“I’m Spencer,” Reid replied simply, knowing it was best to ride this odd social interaction out, rather than try and fight it. “That’s a lovely name,” Fabian complimented, “Is this your first time at pride, Spencer?” He asked him casually, taking a step forward, closer to Spencer. He was all too confident for Spencer, he too comfortable with invading Spencer’s space. If Spencer could’ve, he would’ve stepped back.

“Uh, yeah. My friend dragged me along.” Reid explained, twisting the bottle cap back onto his half empty water bottle. Fabian nodded, “Your boyfriend didn’t take you?” Fabian asked him. That was a leading question, Spencer had alarm bells ringing in his head the second he heard it. “No. He- um- he met up with us here.” Spencer replied unconvincingly, Fabian obviously did not believe a word he said.

“Well,” Fabian took another step forward, practically blocking Reid in against the back of the food truck, leaning in farther to whisper in Spencer’s ear; “I don’t see him around. So, why don’t you and I get out of here? Hm?”

Spencer wasn’t sure of what to do. He wanted to kick this guy in the crotch and just book it, but he wasn’t sure if his FBI status would protect him in this scenario. He wasn’t sure what could protect him in this scenario.

“Pretty boy! There you are!” A saving grace broke through, and suddenly Fabian was stepping back, and Morgan was walking up.

Thank god, thank fucking god, that’s all Spencer could manage to think as Derek came to stand beside him. “Hey, babe.” Spencer said, cringing at his voice, at what he just said. But that feeling only lasted for a moment as Fabian was still standing right there, staring them both down now.

Spencer could only throw his wish in the sky and hope Derek caught it coming down, ‘please catch along to why I’m calling you babe’ Reid was trying to say.

And Derek caught it, “Hey, baby, was worried about you. Who’s your friend?” He said in his smooth voice, a voice Spencer couldn’t forget. He especially couldn’t forget now, being called ‘baby’ was something Spencer especially could not forget.

“I’m Fabian, you’re Spencer’s boyfriend?” Fabian asked, as if them both calling each other ‘babe’ counted for nothing. “Yeah, I’m Derek.” Morgan responded simply, sliding his hand around Spencer’s waist as if to prove a point. Fabian just nodded, looking between Spencer and Derek one last time before talking; “Well, it was nice to meet you, I’ve gotta get going. See you.”

And then, he was off, fast walking away from Derek and Reid, escaping the terrible situation he had created. Fabian quickly disappeared into the thick crowd, and by then Spencer had his hand squeezing his water bottle all too tightly- as evident by the terrible crunch sound it made. He was too anxious to let go.

“Hey, are you okay?” Derek asked him softly, pulling his hand away from Spencer’s waist. “Can we find somewhere else- can we go sit down?” Spencer asked him quickly. Reid didn’t want to talk about it right this second, right where it had happened. He wanted to leave, he wanted to leave pride and never come back.

~

Derek didn’t ask a single follow up question as he led Reid away from the food trucks, taking him back towards the vendors stands, and then a bit further back, into the normal-not-so-pride-parade-filled park area. Somewhere less stressful, less scary.

“What did that guy want?” Derek asked Spencer casually as they made their way towards a bench that was sat under a large oak tree. Spencer didn’t speak right away, instead he waited until they were seated to start talking.

“He was trying to flirt, but then he wanted me to leave with him.” Spencer explained as he took a deep breath in, just being away from all the loud sounds and sights was helping him calm down. Derek rubbed Spencer’s back in slow, circular motions as Spencer kept talking.

“He was a classic example of a narcissistic personality, it just made me so uncomfortable- he invaded my space.”

“He was a creep, Reid. Simple as that,” Derek kept rubbing Spencer’s back slowly, Spencer nodded. “I know. Sorry, it shook me up.” Spencer attempted to apologized, and Derek was immediately having none of that.

“Reid, no. Don’t apologize for that, don’t you dare. He was a creep, I’m sorry you got caught up with him. It’s okay if you’re shaken up. We can stay here until you feel up to going back, or we can leave. But I’m not leaving you.”

~

And so they sat for a good amount of time on that park bench, at one point Derek stopped rubbing Spencer’s back, instead just keeping his arm stretched out against the back of the bench and against Spencer’s back. Spencer loved it, but he knew if he thought about it for too long he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking. That was his biggest problem, he couldn’t stop thinking.

He had to know, he decided, he couldn’t just wonder why Derek was on the committee for PFLAG. He wanted to know, he had to.

“Derek?” He spoke up softly, sounds of laughing and shouting and music were still heard in the distance, but they were safe from the sounds under the tree. “Mhm?” Derek hummed in response, looking up at the aforementioned tree that was providing shade for them.

His eyes were tracing the way the branches curved and bent around each other, it was something he did to pass the time. Spencer thought he was extraordinary for it, Derek loved to see where things went; he was curious- after all these years, and all the bad they had seen together, Derek still loved to search and find the beauty.

“Why are you on the PFLAG committee ?” Spencer asked him, it was thankfully an innocuous enough ask to not draw too much of Derek profilings side out to pry apart his question. Derek shrugged, and was quiet for a second before responding, “I know what it’s like to be a scared kid, unsure of his identity. If I can help someone through that, that’s all that matters. Same reason I’m in the BAU, to help people.”

Spencer stayed quiet, Derek’s reason was so sincere and so sweet and kind- and only driving him to think further. Was Derek still unsure of his identity? Was he an ally? Why did he have to make Spencer swoon so hard without even trying?

“So, you’re just an ally?” Spencer approached Derek carefully with that question, not wanting to impose or be rude- but just feign simple curiosity, praying Derek wasn’t using his profiling skills right now to decode Spencer’s fake motive.

Derek didn’t notice, thankfully, as he chuckled lowly in response; “No, pretty boy, I’m bisexual. I don’t really tell the team, but it’s not confidential information. Plus, Garcia found Grindr on my phone. Can’t hide anything from that girl.”

Spencer nodded, mumbling something in response about how Garcia had hacked his email to make sure he was free for pride. And then, the two fell into silence again. But it didn’t last for long, because Derek wanted to know just as much, why was Spencer here?

“What about you, Reid?” Derek asked him cautiously, the way you approach a puppy you find on the side of the road. Calm and slow, trying to get him to trust him bit by bit. “What about me?” Spencer asked, not wanting to answer anything about himself unless Derek was specific.

“Are you an ally?” Morgan asked him, leaving the question open ended. Spencer could say as little or as much as he wanted. This is how you get him to open up, Derek knew that for a fact. “Um.. yeah, I mean- who isn’t? I just- I have to be. I’m.. gay.” Spencer admitted all too awkwardly, not at all in a normal fashion. But nothing about Spencer was in normal fashion.

Derek nodded slowly, not responding as he stared back up, tracing his eyes over the tree branches yet again.

~

A few hours had passed, Spencer and Derek eventually left their peaceful bench under the large oak tree, and instead moved back towards the parking lot.

“Garcia’s got a ride home already- I think she got that drag queen to get her home.” Derek explained as they approached his truck, Spencer nodded as he followed Derek. “Anyways,” Derek continued speaking, “I can give you a ride home. Let’s get going.”

“You don’t have to-“ Spencer started, Derek immediately shut him down. “I want to, c’mon. It’s late, you’re tired. I know you are. Let me take you home.” Spencer just nodded in agreement, he couldn’t argue with Derek, even if he did try. Morgan was a stubborn man.

So, Spencer followed Derek into his truck, and they sat in comfortable silence as they started on their journey back to Spencer’s safe space, his apartment.

~

By the time Derek pulled his truck into the apartments parking lot, Spencer knew something was just the slightest bit wrong. Derek had barely spoken for the entire ride, and usually he loves to say something, to make Spencer smile or laugh, or even just nod and mumble in agreement. But he had done none of that on the way to Spencers.

“Are you alright?” Spencer asked, turning to face Derek as he put the vehicle in park. Derek didn’t meet his eyes, staring at the steering wheel instead as he spoke; “Yeah. Sorry. I’m just thinking.”

“About what?” Spencer pried, absentmindedly unbuckling his seatbelt as he spoke, “About today.” Derek said, not explaining further. “Was today bad?”

Derek shook his head, “No. It started weird, it’s ending pretty good, though. But I’m gonna regret today forever if I don’t do something right now.”

Now, Spencer was confused. Not sure at all what Derek could be talking about, “What do you mean?” He asked, voice quieter than before.

Derek said nothing as he unbuckled his own seatbelt, turning to face Spencer as well, and then he leaned in- closer than they had ever been before. Their noses were almost touching, and Spencer didn’t move. Instead, he watched Derek’s eyes expectantly.

Then, Derek broke through, they were no longer intersecting each other’s personal space- now they were fully destroying each other’s atmospheres. Derek’s lips were on Spencer’s, a chaste, soft, quick kiss- something Spencer would have wanted to go for a lot longer. But then, he pulled away just as fast.

“...That’s what I meant..” He mumbled after a second, looking back towards the steering wheel, looking away from Spencer- and more importantly, not seeing the smile on Spencer’s face.

Spencer couldn’t help it. He knew it was terrible to be smiling right now- he should jump and say something to fix what was happening. But he had to smile, he couldn’t believe that had actually just happened, his brain was still computing and re-circuiting, trying to savor the memory and not forget how Derek’s lips felt against his.

Spencer dragged himself out of his own head quickly, though. He did all he could think of to do in the moment, get Derek back. “Morgan.” Spencer said, tugging on Derek’s sleeve as he did so, forcing him to look back at Spencer and meet his eyes again.

But Spencer didn’t say anything, and he didn’t give Derek the chance to speak, either. Instead, he leant forward, pressing his lips against Derek’s. This is all he had wanted to know for the longest time, and now he had it.

~

Maybe pride wasn’t so bad after all, you just have to be with the right people for it to work out.

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