#i could rant for quite awhile but this is the shit that i needed to immediately say

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I took a nap from 11am to 4pm today and then another nap from 10:30pm to midnight, and now it's 4am and I can't sleep because I've been sleeping all day (yes I'm concerned about how much I sleep and how little energy I have, but not enough to do anything about it) so I'm just reading and watching my rats do their little rat things, and I cleaned a lot and built a desk chair, but the desk chair isn't super ideal because I'm fat and the chair has armrests that dig into my thighs, but at least my room is getting better. Y'know when you clean your room and you feel like you can breathe better? That happened. And cleaning is kind of how I cope with anger and stress, so what I've been doing to inspire myself to clean is listen to a voicemail that my ex girlfriend left for me on my birthday, after we'd broken up, wishing me a happy birthday and apologizing for not keeping in touch, which makes me so angry because of how our relationship ended (it was a mutual breakup, a long time coming, but we were together for three years and she said she wanted to marry me but then when I told her I was moving she changed her mind and said she doesn't think she can see a future with me and she'll want to open the relationship after I move, even though she spent most of our relationship traveling. So she gets to fucking travel but when I want to move then she can't handle it. So I'm salty that I wasted three years. And after we broke up she fucked my best friend, which is a whole other thing that im upset about) so I listen to the voicemail when I want to clean because it makes me angry enough to want to take back control, which I do by cleaning. And luckily I have a lot of cleaning to do, because I moved in August and I've been slowly unpacking and getting my room set up but it's slow going. I have a lot of shit and I'm bad at making myself clean. And now it's past 4am and I'm still not tired so I'm gonna go back to reading. I can probably finish my book by the end of the day today because I'm halfway through my book and I've been really into reading lately. And I'm knitting a book blanket (different colors for the genre of book) so if I want to knit then I have to read books, which I love. I have such a long list of books to read, most of them queer because it was a resolution of mine to read more books, particularly queer books.

Anyway I just needed to say shit. So I said all of my shit here. Because I no longer have a girlfriend to talk to, and things are icy with my best friend after the whole fucking my ex girlfriend thing. So now all of you get to listen to my ranting. Or not. I just needed to get it out.

[tan1shere]

Motel Whore

Ellie Williams x female reader !

A/n: ahh you guys after awhile its finally hereeee. Sorry for the wait life's been hectic and I'm not doing the best right now :( going through a pretty difficult breakup that's quite honestly tearing me apart but I hope you guys enjoy this!

Summary: You and Ellie started a fwb. But you want more. She doesn't see that nor notice how you've been acting. You're just her. Motel Whore. (Yes this is based off of the song Motel Whore by Nessa Barrett!)

Warnings: smut, angst, just sadness. Ellies a bit of an ass. Jealousy, slightly rapey Ellie if ya squint. We won't pay attention to that cuz we all know she's a sweetheart and wouldn't do that. Suggestive language. Like always MDNI

Masterlist

Pt 2!

It was just one night. Turning into two. Turning into a week. Months. Almost a year and you still don't know how you're here. Doing this with your friend Ellie. You always thought it'd be easy, the whole friend's with benefits thing, just a simple fuck then leave. You had no feelings for eachother. Wrong. It was the complete opposite. You started getting more attached as the weeks went by. But you had agreed to her request. 'No feelings involved' and 'this isn't a forever thing' you and Ellie were both single.

And you had agreed that it was a good idea to do this until you could fill that void. On the first night you two had slept together you had told her you were sick of being lonely and having to get off by yourself. You said it mindlessly just ranting to a friend. Until she came up with the idea. You were getting in too deep and you had no idea what to do about it.

You were currently at your friends, Dinas. To be exact. A mutual friend of you and Ellie. She had no idea about your secret life with her, no one did for that matter. It was hush hush. That was another agreement that you both made at the start. But secretly. You wanted the whole world to know. Why? You honestly couldn't even answer that. Because, you had no clue yourself.

"Hello, earth to Y/n. I'm talking to you babe." She blurts out, snapping you out of your thoughts. "Oh yeah, sorry." You mumble. "What's up, you seem off." You shake your head. "Nothing, I'm fine." You give her a reassuring smile. But knowing how Dina was she didn't buy it one bit. She was going to pry, but knowing you'd tell her eventually she let's it go.

"Right well, I asked if you wanted to go out for dinner on Saturday." You look straight at her. Fuck, you were suppose to be meeting Ellie. You always did on a Saturday. Or whenever one of you needed a good fuck. "Uhmm, can we make it Friday?" You try to negotiate. She furrows her brows. "I'm going out with Jesse on Friday, he has a date planned." You flop on the bed. "You guys are so cute." She laughs at the pout on your lips. "You'll find it. Trust me. It may even be close you never know." You scoff. "Doubt it." She then thinks for a moment. "Sunday could work?" You smile at her. "Sounds like a plan."

It was now Saturday you were just driving to the motel of this time. Ellie would always text you the address of some crappy motel. It was never the same one, but if it was it would've been months since you went. Where you lived there was a shit ton of em around. So you rarely ever had to visit them twice. You get out of your car and go up to the number she texted you. "Room 147." You speak, going to knock on it, guessing she's already there.

She opens it welcoming you in. You follow, immediately being kissed by her, she was desperate, and honestly so were you. You always can't wait to see her on your planned days, even when they aren't you can't wait to be by her. "God I missed you." You let out a giggle. "It was only 2 days ago since we last did this Ellie." You smile at her as she takes her hoodie off. "Yeah. 2 days too long." She continues to kiss you. Making you let out a soft sigh into her mouth. "I want to ruin you angel." She'd always call you that during these moments.

You were quite different from most of your friends, you would dress with whites, baby pinks, golds, just any baby color really. You weren't super girly and childish but you had this aura about you that was ethereal. Honestly angelic. Ellie fed on that. She was the complete opposite. She loved fucking you senseless, ripping you apart so to speak. She adored how soft you were. Although you weren't completely innocent. This was the most you've done with any body. You always would do stuff to yourself. But what Ellie didn't know. Was she was your first.

"Ruin me Els.. please." You needed it. You craved it. And she loved that. She loved having you completely under her control. She moves her incredibly soft lips against your neck, putting your hands in her hair gently tugging at her locks, making her groan against your skin. She leads you to the bed getting ontop of you, starting to move down your now naked body. You were panting, it was getting hotter in the room. Both of your bodies radiating heat, making both of you going mental for one another. "Gunna dick you down sweetheart." And she did, just that.

It was now after and like always she was getting dressed immediately. You were always left sitting there, feeling sorry for yourself. "I've been meeting up with some other girls that I've met recently for a quick fuck and I'm meeting one of them right now." She states as she puts her jeans back on. You felt something brew in your stomach. Was it jealousy, disgust? "Oh, I see, well have fun." She grabs her keys. "If you can't be bothered going home, I booked this room out for the night so you can just stay here if you'd like." You look at the bed sheets contemplating your whole life right now. "Right." She then leaves not uttering another word.

Room 147.

Just for the night.

Said I was heaven.

That's without saying goodbye.

It was now a Wednesday. You had been in your apartment just tidying up a bit you could not stop the thought of Ellie. It was intoxicating. And you couldn't quite tell if that was a bad or good thing. You tried to take your mind off of it, but this was all slowly getting to you. You knew what you signed up for. But at the same time it's like she's doing it on purpose. You needed your brain to just shut up for a quick second. Then you got a stupid. Stupid idea. Thinking itd help.

You shook your head. It shouldn't hurt the way it does. You're not even dating her. But oh how it did. The image of her tattooed hand rubbing up some other girls thigh. It made you want to physically puke. But you needed to stop that feeling. You were both single. You had no rule over her. Which meant neither did she. Maybe you should go out more find someone else. You just shake your head again, waiting to see how later pans out.

Later came round slow. You'd been feeling off all day. You don't know why this would make you feel better because honestly you always felt like shit afterwards. You felt used. Even if you wanted this it just felt worthless, were you wasting your time? Should you just call it quits before it's too late. What if it is too late. You were already at the said motel, sitting on the bed waiting. She then comes through the door, looking like she's in a rush. You furrow your brows at her. "Sorry stayed a bit longer." You just nod. Knowing it was one of the girls she's been doing it with alongside you. "You alright love?" She asks as she takes off her jeans. It felt wrong. This all felt so wrong.

You lie. "Yeah I'm good. Just really bored Els. Needed you." What are you doing. Why hurt yourself like this. She smirks, getting on the bed with you. "Yeah baby? How badly hm." She leans closer to your face inches away. Leaning down to kiss you, you relish in it. She begins taking your clothes off, leaving you in your specifically picked out lingerie. It was red, with lace, and silk. You'd hope that maybe this will get her to notice you as something more. See you in something as special. But oh boy were you. Wrong. Making you feel even more stupid as she takes it off, no comment, no nothing. You felt cold. And not because of the fact you were naked. You felt icy, inside and out. You felt that pukey feeling again.

And just like everytime you two fuck, she was up and about to leave again. "So uhm where are you going?" You ask, knowing the answer but still asking regardless. "One of the other girls." You nod. "Do any of them know about me?" She looks up at you, your figure still on the bed. "No. No one knows about this. And that's what we agreed on right?" You nod, looking at her. "Have fun." Your response was cold. Cold like your body.

Am I just a secret.

You love to hide.

Turn off your location when, you come over late at night.

You were currently out with Dina, doing your usual girly shopping, trying on all sorts of clothes and shoes. "Hey what do you think of these pumps?" She asks. You nod. "Suit you." You say bluntly. You don't particularly like the mood you've acquired over the last few months, but you had yourself to blame for that one. "Ok what is up your ass girl. And you are telling me this time." You sigh. "Nothing Dee I'm just not in a good place right now." You softens her look. "Please just talk to me. I'm worried about you babe." You hated that, you never ever wanted to worry. Or upset anyone, at all. "Promise to talk to you in future." You give her a smile. "You better." She winks at you.

"Right anyways, positive vibes. I saw this cute skirt that was definitely you. Wanna go try it on?" You nod smiling genuinely this time. You continued to do this, going around the stores when you got a text.

You absolutely hated yourself for getting into it. You should've stopped sooner but you just can't. And you still don't know why. You couldn't keep treating yourself like this it's time this ends.

You arrive at the motel that she mentioned. Knocking on the door, quickly getting tugged in. She's immediately kissing you, your lips, your neck. She slides her thumb over your bottom lip. You let out a breath. "Ellie-"

"Shhh. I need to fuck the shit out of you angel. Need it." You just nod, giving consent but not fully in the mood for this. You're so stupid. What is wrong with you, you're so blinded. She takes your clothes off, getting you to lay on the bed, but she thinks for a moment. "Uh uh, ass up." You look right at her. "Bu-" She flips you over, going to grope your ass, your face hiding in the pillow. She attached her strap, without any thought pushing into you rough. And hard. You let out a slight gasp.

"Fuck. I needed this." She mumbles, watching as it goes in and out of you. "Using you as I please." And for the first time in all of this mess, you felt tears, hot well needed tears. You're so thankful she couldn't see your face. But it truly hurt. Usually those words wouldn't get to you. But it's how you've been feeling. Used. Abused. In a mental way. It was hurting. Every little bit of it hurt. This feeling wasn't at all good, you just wanted it to be over. So. You faked your orgasm. And like always it ended with her leaving and not uttering a word. You were still faced down in the pillows pretending you were sleeping. Although you don't think it made much difference. You just couldn't look at her. Not with your makeup stained face. From the tears.

Check in check out.

One night stay, you're out the door.

You treat me, like a motel whore.

[avianyuh]

I'll call you; Jaehyun

Summary: idolreader x jaehyun.

You and Jaehyun have had a secretive on and off again relationship for a few years. After a nasty fight and assumed break-up, you anticipate he'll be back at your door within a few weeks. When word gets back to you that he's been seeing Winter from aespa, you're angry, confused, but mostly hurt. Is Jaehyun done with you or is there more to the story?

Part one of two.

I closed the door behind me as I entered my dorm. My group mate waved to me and I gave an exhausted greeting back. I was so tired after spending four hours practicing in the dance studio. We've been preparing for the group comeback and I've been having some trouble with the choreography so I decided to practice some more with the instructor alone. To be completely honest, my focus has been off for quite sometime. I've been feeling extra lonely since my fight with Jaehyun. He was never my boyfriend, we both agreed we were both too busy to be in a serious relationship. But we had agreed we were only seeing each other.

That agreement had been made 3 years ago and it worked had been working out pretty well. Whenever we both had free time we'd see each other. But when we were both busy, it was radio silence. Deep down, a part of me hated that. I wished we could've been a bit more committed. But at this point I don't think it matters.

A few days ago, Jaehyun had been over at my dorm. He had spent the night and was packing his things to leave that morning. So there I was laying in my bed in my dorm room staring at him as I watched him pick up his discarded shirt from the night before and put it back on. And I don't know where the confidence came from but I stupidly opened my big fat mouth and asked him if he could stay a little longer.

Now for some context, up until that point like I already said, the 'relationship' was very non-commital, very on again off again, you know...'I'll see you when I see you'.

So when I asked him if he could stick around longer, I swear you could see the gears turning in his head. Him interpreting and thinking about what I had just asked him to do.

For a second, I swear I saw a smile creep onto his face. But like I said, that was only for a second and then his face dropped as he turned to face me, his eyebrows lowering as his face began to look more and more disappointed.

"I thought what we had going on was enough? Now you want more? I mean...what the fuck Y/n? You spring this on me now. What do you expect me to say?", he yelled, venom laced in his voice. I felt the tears well up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall in front of him. I felt so stupid. To be fair, he told me when we first met that he had commitment issues, but so did I. That's what attracted me to him in the first place, but over time, my feelings changed. I guess his didn't.

"Jaehyun, just forget I said anything. It was just a suggestion", I whispered the last part as I looked down at the floor wishing the soft bed would allow me to sink into the mattress and disappear.

"But now I feel like you want more from me. You know Y/n I just think we need a break for awhile okay, I'm busy with work right now anyways so i'll call you in a few weeks", he said as he grabbed his phone and keys, signaling that he was ready to go.

"I'll let you go but can I just say one thing", I stood up before continuing. He looked at me expectantly. "If you would give me a bit more to work with, I wouldn't have asked in the first place, because I would've known you were busy. I had no idea you were preoccupied with work because you never tell me about any of that. Plus I thought the deal was that we only see each other when we're both not busy?",I finished my rant and crossed my arms over my chest. It was sort of like a checkmate moment, a way to get him back for making me feel like shit moments earlier.

He looked taken aback for a moment before he started speaking again. "Oh, so now you're trying to twist my words. Like I said, I'll call you in a few weeks." And with that he was out of the door.

So that brings me back to present day. It's been a month and I've heard nothing. Either he actually is busy or he's done with me. I hope it's the first possibility and not the ladder.

As I made it to my bedroom, I closed the door behind me and jumped on my bed, glad to be home so I could rest. But just as soon as I started to drift off, I heard a soft knock on my door. I looked up to see my group mate Yura slightly opening my door softly asking if she could come in. I answered 'Of course' as I patted on the spot next to me and sat up.

She sat down and we made small talk for a few minutes, which isn't normally like us to do since we're really close. So I flat out asked her, "What's wrong, you seem like you want to tell me something?", I asked. Honestly I thought maybe I had eaten manager's yogurt or something and our manager was going to send me out to by him a new one, but I could tell that it was something bad since her eyes seemed very worried.

"So...I went to the studio today for a recording session and I ran into some people and uh...we were talking and somebody mentioned Jaehyun.", the moment I heard his name my heart skipped a beat and I subconsciously sat up straighter.

"What about Jaehyun", I questioned.

"Apparently he's seeing someone." Yura said, looking away from me. "Uh, that girl from aespa, there's rumors all over the internet and one of the girls I was talking to said she saw them out together at a cafe."

As she explained the situation to me I could feel my heart sinking. So that's why he hasn't called, he moved on, I thought. Unlike the day of our fight, when I felt the tears well up, I didn't fight them, all I could do was let them fall and let Yura comfort me.

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A/n: hellooooo, my writers block is gone and btw, HAPPY NEW YEAR BABES. Decided to make a fic for my first post of 2024 since I like these more then reactions.

Two things I wanted to clarify. Okay so I know his name is technically Yunoh, but this is fiction soooo he's Jaehyun in this :)*

And secondly, I am not and never have been a shipper, just in case anyone thinks this as they read. I know there were some 'rumors' regarding frat boy Jeffrey and winter, but 1. I don't believe it, shopping bags are not proof of a relationship lmao and 2. Even if it was true, it's none of my beeswax and I don't really care, everything I write is fictional. I just used her as the 'other woman' trope for my fic since this was about Jaehyun and I thought it would make some good angst. So don't take this too seriously.

I think the next part will be from Jaehyun's point of view since this was a two parter.

Love ya💋💅

[metal-mouse]

How do you think the boys would react upon hearing that Leander got so frustrated with MC turning him down (yet again) and cast the eat slugs curse at her?

My opinions for this definitely change with my mood, and I'm absolutely projecting on MC here. I put Ominis, Sebastian, and Garreth and kept it p gender neutral

i rant forever so it's under the cut

Ominis:

His initial reaction to hearing about the whole incident was to make sure MC was okay. Eat Slugs does go away after awhile, but it's uncomfortable, and Ominis also can't stand that sort of incel behaviour tbh.

He's mad and wants to defend them, but he trusts MC to do what they need to and he will be there for whatever they choose to do.

if Ominis was present at the time of the hex he would prevent MC from maiming and/or killing Leander. MC can beat him up and hospitalize him, but NO cut off limbs and no murder!

Ominis would show up to the hospital wing with a package of the best-selling fudge from Honeydukes to visit Leander while he lay in his recovery bed from the absolute shit-kicking that MC gave him.

Like, MC would not stand for that disrespect and MC is the superior duelist and would pulverize his ass even though they're burping up slugs.

Leander would be so surprised to see him as Ominis sat down beside the bed and opened up the box of fudge.

Ominis would ask how he's feeling, before taking a bite out of the fudge and setting it back in the box.

Leander tells him he's still in pain, MC really kicked his ass.

Ominis offers his most insincere condolences and picks up another piece of fudge and takes a bite out of it before putting it back.

Nurse Blainey comes by, Ominis offers her a piece of fudge. She takes one and leaves.

Not once does he offer Leander a piece of fudge, he just keeps taking bites out of individual pieces and putting them back until he's taken a bite out of all of them while making barbed quips to Leander.

Ominis genuinely just showed up to gloat over Leander's pain, eat some of his favourite fudge in his face, and then leave to rub some salt in the wound.

It works, with Leander genuinely upset at being insulted and the fudge being thrown out.

Honestly it's very sexy of Ominis to kick a man while he's down.

Sebastian:

Sebastian would want to immediately track down Leander and throw him off the Astronomy tower he's killed once what does one more body really mean?

Despite his blood boiling furiously, Sebastian goes to find MC and make sure they're alright first.

It surprises MC who was certain Leander was a dead man walking.

He stays with them while the hex runs its course, and then when MC finally stops throwing up slugs he returns them safely to their common room and goes on the hunt.

Leander, unfortunately, had good enough sense to anticipate Sebastian. He's made a point to remain in well-populated areas, in his common room, or the professors were keeping him quite busy in detention for hexing MC.

So, Sebastian plays Madame Scribner like a fucking fiddle and earns his way into detention himself.

This risk ends up working out, when Leander and Sebastian are assigned to clean the trophy room together.

Leander shakes in his boots the entire time, anticipating Sebastian's inevitable murder attempt.

It's the longest 2 hours of his life. Sebastian just keeps staring at him, but since Mr. Moon sticks around there's nothing he can do.

Their detention ends, and just as Moon leaves Sebastian slams Leander against the wall with his wand at Leander's throat.

He threatens Leander, letting him know that if he so much as looks at MC from now on he'll have to answer to Sebastian.

Sebastian promised MC he wouldn't physically harm Leander, who just wanted to put the entire event behind them. Deep down

Sebastian knew that MC could defend themselves, but he liked being protective of them.

and then like 3 weeks later MC is paired with Leander for a class project and Leander has a crisis over it lmao

Garreth:

He'd just beat the shit out of Leander. Like, with his fists.

Garreth's got siblings, the man can throw a punch (source: i have sibling).

Garreth's a really sweet guy, but even warm and friendly people can reach their limit. Garreth's limit just so happens to be MC getting hurt in some sort of way.

He's unbelievably pissed that it was his friend and fellow Gryffindor who happened to cast the hex - and for Leander to have cast it because he was rejected by someone who had repeatedly told him they weren't interested? Mmmmmmm no thank you sir.

Garreth doesn't make Leander wait for anything, he doesn't toy with him, he just kicks the hell out of him and tells him to smarten up.

It's a short and sweet way of dealing with it, and honestly very on brand for both stereotypical boys and Gryffindors.

Quick, easy, and done. Leander ends up apologizing to MC and swears he won't bother them like that anymore.

He seems genuinely remorseful, but MC does avoid him for quite a long time. If he wants to prove himself, he's got to do it slowly.

Leander absolutely learned his lesson.

Garreth can hit really hard.

MC doesn't really mind Garreth's reaction, in fact they find it pretty amusing to find Leander with a black eye the next day.

[caelumsnuff]

I wish I could get paid like $16,000 (after taxes) or more a month for mediocre plotting, weak characterization, and once-a-month subpar audio porn like this basic and uninspired creative. This is quite bitter of course lol because his work was a fixation of mine for awhile until I realized how not great a lot of it is if you think about anything for more than two seconds and I also watched a lot of the podcast and realized he’s not a particularly kind person either lol.

It does have a little bite to it, but i don’t disagree with you. once again, under the cut because i am so so opinionated and i love ranting.

God i wish i could get paid that much too like gahddamn.

I sometimes wish i could say that his work was just a hyper fixation of mine, but at some point along the way it became closer to that of a special interest. I have quite a lot of fun criticizing and analyzing his work now, critically engaging with it (both being critical of it and having my brain on while i listen so i realize how bad it is at times lol) has become something i enjoy thoroughly. Good brain exercise.

I never was a patreon and im not going to be so i don’t know about the quality of his audio porn but like. I have GWA for that LMAO.

I agree about the mediocre plotting, ive talked plenty on this blog about how his plots are so often mediocre. I think a lot of them fall through because of the fandom reaction to them, or even their potential reactions. Which is a shame because Im of the opinion that he writes darker stuff better, but he doesn’t even just fumble the ball like he fucking drops it sometimes. (Fucking Marcus. Kody.) (the weak ass shit with inversion having no major consequences. Kill some characters you pussy) I think one of the reasons his plots are mediocre is because of the lack of consequences, of actual gravity and stakes. We never kill anyone. No one sustains permanent injuries. We need some kind of fear lingering over us that is palpable and that feels probable, something that has us sitting on the edge of our seats. But he tiptoes around doing things like this, and it has happened so often that we have settled in our comfort that no one important is going to get hurt, and nothing is going to change radically. Honestly it’d be a great time to do so now that we’re comfortable, but i doubt he will. Kill a listener. Kill a major speaker. Give someone permanent injuries. Fuck up relationships beyond repair. Have some horrible secret be revealed, betrayal and hurt and all that jazz. I havent listened to the Avior finale yet, but from the opinions ive seen from people i respect i dont have my hope very high.

Yeah if you think about any plot related stuff theres a 90% chance the floor is going to collapse out from under you. Its actually genuinely impressive how badly this man can fuck up an allegory, gotta give him props for that.

I feel like his characterization fumbles as well a lot of the time, his characters start off with so much personality and quirks and then he starts really fleshing them out and then……. They get buffed and smoothed out. At least thats what it feels like with all the fluffy, no plot comfort audios with little plot in between for months at a time. I do genuinely enjoy a lot of the characters (or the earlier, more full renditions of them. Or just the idea i have of them in my head) but i still think lately they’ve gone down hill. And i hope thats a trend that ends.

I’ve said it in anons to other people so if thats why this sounds familiar, its because it was me lmao, but i don’t particularly care for Erik’s personality all that much. I tried watching his livestreams way back, but i didnt last long because his chat is fucking annoying ass all hell and he wasn’t entertaining enough to justify me staying (for reference, i watch streams a lot. Ive moderated streams, Ive seen very annoying chats. His is horrible). I watched the podcast for a while but i just got sick of his and odies personalities. Hes kinda boring and comes off as fake to me. I wont assert that i know what hes actually like, i dont know the guy and it literally could just be general dislike (we’re human, it happens). I just tend to separate the artist from the art with this one. Its whateves.

But aside from all that, i hope that you still find some kind of joy in staying here if you choose to do so. Maybe its the fanfics, or you critiquing and analyzing the frankly subpar content, or maybe you make art of your own or play with what these characters could be like little dolls in your head, as long as it brings you joy.

Thank you for the ask anon! 💕

[astaroth1357]

Demigod MC Series: Ares

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon, Ares

Lucifer

He cannot overstate what kind of damage this mortal was able to do in their first few seconds in the Devildom...

The instant they got to their feet, they had managed to incapacitate Satan and knock down Beel. Lucifer himself tried to get between them and Diavolo but…

If he hadn’t moved his head, if he was standing just ONE INCH to the left… he wouldn’t have a head anymore. Barbatos was there to intervene, but had he not they could have probably taken out the Avatar of Pride and done critical damage to the Demon Prince himself in one strike...

Frankly, Lucifer prefers not to dwell on that moment... He's sure Ares must be proud of this one...

He pretty much treats the mortal like a live bomb afterward, if he can get away with not interacting with them at all, that’s what he’ll do.

He’s NOT scared of them... much... It’s just that they have a bullish and uncooperative attitude at best and since they know they can take any of them, they don't even consider him - Lucifer, the eldest demon brother - a threat...

But you know what the most frustrating thing is? They won't give him an inch of respect, but they'll always listen to Levi! Levi!!

Look, Lucifer knows he may not hold a rank among the Hell's army and he might not have been a major player in the Celestial/Demonic wars of the day, but he's still the strongest demons here, dammit!! 😡

Lucifer finds nothing is more embarrassing than having to ask Levi of all people to keep the mortal in line because he can't... Oh, the humiliation… He hopes they leave soon...

Mammon

At first, he thought they were scary. But in time he thought they were scary… and also pretty damn awkward.

Mammon wasn’t there when they more or less wiped out the majority of his brothers in the Conference Hall but when he finally showed up he'd never seen Lucifer look so pale… If THAT doesn't make you shit your pants, he doesn't know what will.

Naturally, he kind of toned it down on the "stupid human" stuff real quick after seeing that…

But here's the thing. After the two made a pact together, Mammon started to notice that the MC wasn't all that mean, they were just… violent?

He legitimately thought that they couldn’t stand him for a while until one day a guy on the street called him a dirtbag. The MC threw a punch right there! No questions asked, they just decked that guy!!

It was kind of touching… and messy. Very messy. Did he mention that they’re terrifying yet? 😥

As it turns out, the MC has apparently spent a lot of their life just fighting things and being asked to fight things so they're not very used to showing non-violent affection… 

It took him awhile, but he realized that their way of saying, "I like you," is, "I will attack your enemies." So now all he does when his brothers tease him is say, "I'm telling MC!'' and they'll stop immediately. It's great!! 😁

Considers them to be his bodyguard when he goes out to gamble in some… shadier places. Most of the time not even the bouncers want to take on the MC, ain't nobody getting paid enough to lose that many teeth…

Leviathan

Okay, so. It's not very obvious anymore, but he USED to be on the front lines of the war against demons in the Celestial Realm. He was in charge of battle strategies, he led armies, and even now he still holds the highest rank of the royal navy!

So leave it to the kid of a war god to sniff all that out about him, huh…? They appeared to know all about his record the instant they saw him and they actually seemed to respect him for it!

For context, this mortal tells pretty much everybody to shove off but any time he’s around they call him “Admiral” or “sir” and actually pay attention to what he says! He can tell it drives Lucifer insane, but honestly? It’s a bit of an ego boost. 😌

It’s sort of cute when they come to him asking for tactical advice… They get just as into it as he does with his anime and any time he points out something that they haven't seen before they get so excited it's like they're a kid watching a magic trick. HUGE ego boost. 😏

Speaking of anime, it’s hit or miss whether or not they can watch any of it. Anything with good fight scenes (and let’s be honest, not that much talking) they’re on board for. But if the hero and the villain talk to each other for like an episode before throwing punches then the MC will just rant...

MC: “The enemy is distracted... Why aren’t they attacking yet??”

Levi: “Because the villain killed the hero’s best friend and they’re-”

MC: “They could avenge their friend right now if they ended things right here!”

Levi: “MC, we’ve been over this... That’s not how plot works.”

MC: “And now he got away!! See?? They should have killed him when they had the chance!”

Levi: “*sigh*... Let’s just play some CoD.”

Satan 

The last thing he remembered when the “human” hopped out of the portal was a sharp pain to the side of the temple and Asmo wailing as he fell unconscious…

Yeeeeah, not great. And unfortunately for the mortal the Avatar of Wrath tends to hold a grudge… 

For a comparatively brief moment in time, all of Satan’s considerable ire had shifted away from Lucifer and to their new housemate. They found their bed, clothes, pillows, food, and even their toothbrush cursed!

… But Ares kids must be built from some strong stuff, because half of what he employed didn’t even faze them! He even put an explosive spell on their backpack and not only did they tank the blast, it didn’t hurt them at all!! It was like they’re damn near immortal!

Annnnd they kind of are. Apparently the MC had taken a dip in the River Styx at some point before and became nigh invulnerable…

Was it maybe a little terrifying to know that they had kidnapped a nearly invincible demigod on the level of Achilles? Yes. Did that also mean that they must have had a weakness too? In theory....

Satan honestly devoted a depressing amount of time trying to uncover the “Achilles’ Heel” of his new sworn enemy… until…

The MC was walking with him and Asmo to RAD one morning when they passed by a group of lesser demons harassing a small puppy. Now Satan may be more of a cat man, but NO ONE fucks with animals while he’s around.

He was right about to go over and rip those demons a new one but the MC actually beat him to it! Apparently, the second that they realized what was happening, they launched themselves forward and started bashing the abusers' heads into a wall!

… Live by violence, forgive by violence because in that very moment Satan decided they weren’t so bad after all. He even joined in!

Oh, Asmo gave them both shit all day for the bloodstains on their uniforms and the scratches on their… everywhere, but it’s not like either of them cared. Righteous justice had been served and it was glorious!!

100% would team up with the MC in some kind of vigilante “punish-all-animal-abusers” gig. They have but to ask. 😌

Asmodeus

Oh they TERRIFIED Asmo when they first showed up! How else was he supposed to react?? They brought down his brothers like they were made of cardboard!!

Though he had to admit that the confident, battle-ready look they had about them was sexy as hell, he knew better than to go bear poking! 😣 He avoided them like plague until they finally asked him for a pact.

And then he discovered something… something very unexpected….

They're actually adorable!!!

Okay, like, not in appearance (they look like they could pile drive Cerberus for Pete’s sake!) but he discovered that they have NO CLUE how to handle physical affection. Like zero!!

The first time Asmo actually got the courage to try and hug them he expected them to toss him off, but instead they just stood there like a malfunctioning doll, all flustered and confused… It was so cute!!! 🥰

From that point on, Asmo would take every chance he could to wrap his arms around them or kiss their cheeks just to watch them try and fail to handle it. It's more fun than picking on Levi!!

It took two months for them to finally attempt any kind of reciprocation and even that was adorable! They pecked him on the forehead without thinking about it then nearly passed out from the realization. Apparently, they had never felt like kissing anyone before so he was quite honored!

The brothers know that if the MC's looking too mad to listen to Levi, they just need to call Asmo. A nigh invincible warrior becomes a LOT less scary after you’ve cuddled them into submission! 🤭

Beelzebub

Beel didn't like them one bit, at least not at the beginning. They had managed to get past him and actually attack Lucifer which was NOT a great first impression on their part...

He honestly saw them as a threat for a while, but unlike the rest of his brothers he didn’t avoid them. He just kept an eye on them.... constantly….

Look. Beel is a big guy. Stealth is not his strong suit… If he's tailing you, you're probably going to know about it because there's a six-foot something behemoth in orange following you around while pounding down bags of chips. He's not very subtle…

That being said, after following them around for a while the two finally got to talking and he realized that they didn’t want to hurt anybody or anything. They were just acting on instinct before.

After making the MC promise not to hurt any of his family, they got on much better terms. Hell, he actually got them into fangol!

Beel's sport of choice is pretty much just ultra-violent American football so the MC took a liking to it instantly! After enough begging, the coach let them try out and they got onto his team immediately.

He likes having them as a teammate! They're very good at the game, uh... even if they take it a little too seriously…

They once tried to convince his teammates to decorate the team bus with "the helmets of their fallen foes." They're REALLY into the sport… But hey, they haven't lost a game since they’ve joined. It’ll be fine!... Probably.

Belphegor

Hahaha… He’s in danger… 😥

It took one look at this mortal to make him rethink the whole, “Trick the Human” plan… Since when have humans looked like that?? They could crush his skull under their heel!!

It took all he had in him to play it cool when they first met because his internal monologue was nothing but screaming… THIS was the "human" he had to use to get him out of there?? How in the WORLD was he going to kill them?!

Admittedly, he had to think about it for a while. Belphie's a clever guy… and a demon. So who needs an honorable fight, anyway? If he can’t win one-on-one, then he’ll cheat!

He waited until the MC got the door open and didn't attempt a frontal assault… No laughter, no gloating. He just waited for them to turn their back, claws ready to dig out their heart, and then-!

MC: "Do you really want to try that?"

The MC must have had some kind of danger sense, because they didn't even have to turn around to know what Belphie was doing…

MC: "Look. I like Beel and you're his twin brother… So I'm willing to let this slide. But if you really want to try me…"

MC: *looks over their shoulder with the glare of a bona fide killer* "I won't hold back."

That was... very persuasive.

The MC brought Belphie down to the others peacefully with his tail between his legs and honestly Lucifer was more relieved that he wasn’t a bloodstain on the floor than he was mad… They could have killed him sooo easily… 

They did, indeed, forgive and forget about the whole “attempted murder” thing, though Belphie was never quite able to shake off how frightening they were in that moment… He had nightmares for a while.

Thankfully, Asmo clued him in that the MC would melt into a harmless puddle of fluff if they got even the slightest bit of physical affection... Oh, the sweet payback he could dish out... It’s cuddle time. 😏

[a-vicious-faithless-angel]

Ok ok ok going on a rant about Mia because I'm a mia fan and I will defend but also call her out for the rest of my life fuck y'all so ig spoliers if u haven't seen re7/8

So first off Mia literally works in a military like base (I'm not too sure what to call it so yeah) dealing with what is basically a bio weapon which if got loose could seriously fuck up the world. People *love* to blame Mia for Eveline getting out of control as if we didn't see within the tape when she goes to talk with Alan he straight up admits it's his fault for Eveline losing control. It was also Mia's job to keep Eveline under control as well she did have a great part of this since it was her job as well to be a parental figure towards her. While she does play a part you can't straight up just blame her since it's partially not. So after Eveline wipes out the ship to where the Bakers found them. Also ik people bring up "well she shouldn't have lied to Ethan!" No, she shouldn't have but if she did tell him, do you think she suddenly could have gotten out of that job? I highly doubt that her "babysitting job" would be easy to get out of if Ethan reasonably was like "hey uh what the actual fuck Mia that's HORRIFYING" (and I'm not completely defending Mia she should have told Ethan instead lying to him)

So now onto when the Bakers found Mia n Eveline.

So no doubt if u just woke up from being flown thousands of feet off a ship into water after a literal demonic child decided to fuck shit up, ur not In great health and in no way of getting Evelyn back to a more secure place. (While we do hear from the news that helicopters are out searching) I don't think if Mia honestly told them "hey don't trust this child" they would be like "ok bet" since clearly they already got affected by the mold in 'Daughters' so from there for the next 3 GODDAMN Y E A R S Mia was trapped unable to control Eveline and having a whole family (besides Zoe) being contaminated by the mold (and Mia herself) Clearly that does a LOT to a person since she was trapped in a cell for the last 3 years under control of Eveline and not being able to escape the Bakers family. When Ethan finally does find Mia you can tell it had quite the effect considering how she acts and the fact that it's quite easy for Evie to take control over her. (I also see people call her abusive and-) Do people just forget that Mia has no control over what Eveline does when she takes control? Do y'all really think Mia really would have chopped Ethan's hand off??? Mf no! We see near the end of the game Mia's perspective! Eveline tells Mia to do it. Like holy fucking shit and to say Mia not telling Ethan is abusive is....bruh-

Is Mia a flawed character? Definitely! She was doing a job that she had to do but did some not so great things. Where some of these things in her control? No. Should she had been keeping better track of Eveline? Yes but we have no idea where she was when Alan lost control of her. We do see (if u get the good ending in 'Daughters' that Mia does try to tell them/Zoe to stay away from Evie and even tries to give the cure if they get sick [which they already have]/how to make the serum.)

Now, if I'm being honest I can't remember re8 too much because it's been awhile since I first saw it but I've seen before people kinda get snarky? About Mia not wanting to talk about what happened. Which 1 part is COMPLETELY understandable, what Mia went through was very very very traumatic, but it is something that needs to be talked about between her and Ethan (assuming Ethan still doesn't know the entirety of what Mia's job was) it is a very important subject that should be talked between them but you can't get angry at someone who went through something traumatic who doesn't exactly wanna fucking talk about that traumatic experience 💀. But u can't tiptoe around it and pretend it doesn't exist because not only was Ethan affected, an entire family was affected. (not saying that Ethan going to get Mia was a bad choice/shouldn't have) Ethan was greatly affected as well in the process (it's hard to say not as extreme since Ethan saw some fucked up shit but he also wasn't dealing with, rotten food, 4 molded people, being trapped in a cell, and once again! Being controlled by Evie.

Anyway that's all. You are 100% allowed to dislike Mia but don't go around pretending she's straight up the most evilest fucking character out there through out the entirety of resident evil (cuz completely ignore Mother Miranda or the others yknow-) I love Mia winters ♥️ she's my fictional wifey.

[killingitreservoirdogsstyle]

Hello :)

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

May I request a prompt story where Mr. pink and the female reader are friends but realize they’re in love, please? Where they’re sharing their first kiss and making out later.

(Fluff and light smut)

I just need some romantic stuff.

Thank you!

Have a nice day!

Hello, how are you doing today? Thank you for your fantastic request, I'm so sorry it took so long to finish. I can absolutely do this for you! And great choice with Mr. Pink by the way, he's my favourite of the Dogs aside from Eddie. It kinda got a little angstier than I intended, but it serves the plot. Is that okay? It will be lighter smut because I am not comfortable with leaning towards heavier sexual content just yet, so thank you for understanding in that regard. But anyways, enough ranting, let me get right into this for you! If it isn’t what you wanted, don’t hesitate to let me know so I can fix it for you. I have no qualms or hard feelings over it! :)

Quick note here that my headcanon name for Pink is Jeremy Davidson, but go ahead and change it to whatever you like if that doesn't fit for you!

Trigger Warnings: AFAB reader, friends to lovers romance, swearing, light smut, and anxiety in some cases!

Genre: REQUESTED Prompt Story/Friends To Lovers

Fandom: Reservoir Dogs

Synopsis: Mr. Pink and his best friend Y/N have been in a platonic relationship for awhile, until they come to a startling realization that there's much more to their feelings than they thought!

Legend: Y/N, your name ( I always forget to put this shit here, dammit ).

Pink found himself staring at her once again. He couldn’t give any logical reason as to why, nor could he understand the strange feelings within him. Through his shades, his blue eyes gazed at his best friend as she drove the Sedan through suburban Los Angeles. The late afternoon sun caught her jewelry in a golden sparkle, her eyes shining through her thick lashes. The tight pink sundress and heels she wore gave her the appearance of a magazine model, further establishing a beauty that was undeniable in her. The skirt of the dress covered little to nothing, legs bare on display to him. K-Billy’s Super Sounds of The 70′s played softly in the background, Tony DeFranco’s high voice gracing his ears. His heart raced, a blush tinting his cheeks that he was hoping was hidden enough from her. 

‘Oh my god! Quit it, man! She’s your best friend, stop being a horny asshole!’ he berated himself, peeling his eyes away from her. He tried to regain control of his emotions. He sat stifling in his Hawaiian resort shirt, the Californian heat only adding to how hot he was. A fuzzy sensation panged in his chest. There was a magnetic pull he was resisting, fighting his body to stop himself from touching her. Futile as it was, he battled himself. 

“ You’ve been dead silent since we left, Jeremy, s’not like you. Are you alright?” her voice came in a concerned inquiry. Pink almost jumped back in his seat. He had been so engrossed in his inner turmoil he hadn’t realized she was so worried. He turned to look at her. It took his all to stop his eyes from darting to her lips, but he stole several small looks. Her gloss shimmered, enticing him. A brief image of him kissing her filled his brain. Her juicy, plump, silken mouth on his, tongues swirling and moans sounding in the car. 

‘Oh god’, he swallowed, cracking a teasing smile at his best friend. 

“ You’re such a mother hen, Y/N. Can’t a man have a minute of peace and quiet with his own thoughts or did the feminist movement take that privilege away?” Y/N rolled her eyes, smacking his arm.

“ At least you’re still an asshole. We’ll be there soon. I can’t wait to see what feature is on, I hope it’s something exciting.” she laughed, him joining her. 

“ Me too. All this mainstream bullshit is killing me. Brown keeps riding me about taking you out to this joint, says that all the cool indie stuff is here.”

“ I suppose he’d know, being the dorky cinephile he is.” 

“ No shit, Sherlock. Hey, can you crack the window. The heat’s fucking with my head.” 

“ Yeah,” she did as he asked, the cool air hitting his face in a much needed draft. Some form of relief, he supposed. 

“ Oh god, what a drag! That was terrible!” Y/N sighed after the movie had finished, sitting on a cliffside pullout facing Los Angeles. The distant city glimmered in a vast sea of gold, red, and blue hues, twinkling stars in both Pink and Y/N’s eyes. She inhaled her cigarette, the cherry going livid with her drawn breath. A half spent one hung between his lips. He grunted, leaning back in his seat. His eyes closed, head going back to the rest. Once again, thoughts of Y/N crossed his mind. The movie had been awful, one of the worst he had ever seen. The plot was messy, the characters unlikable and dull, cinematography low in quality like a camcorder underwater, and an overall disaster. Why people raved about it and upheld it as the pinnacle of modern filmmaking, he could not understand, nor would he try to. Throughout the movie, he drifted into a series of fantasies around Y/N. He hadn’t questioned why in the moment, just letting them come. It had dawned on him in the passenger seat of her Sedan, as the film rolled on the drive-in theatre’s gigantic screen, what he was feeling--love. It came as if the earth beneath him was caving inwards. He was in love with her. Even thinking about it then, he laughed at the thought. No, Jeremy Davidson was not a man to callously fall in love like a schoolboy. Nonetheless when the person in question was his best friend. Y/N was practically unattainable, she’d be disgusted with him if she ever found out about his silly little infatuation. 

‘ That is all this is, you stupid fuck. Infatuation and nothing more. You’re just not thinking clearly right now, don’t act blindly.’ 

“ Jeremy?” he jerked to look at her, regretting the snap he sent in her direction.

“ For fuck’s sake, what? I’m fine, Y/N!” she recoiled, brows furrowing. He reached out to her, putting his hand on her shoulder. The icy gold of his ring pressed into her skin. She didn’t pull away, looking confused and hurt.

“ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to blow my top on you, Y/N. I... I’m just going through some bullshit right now. You know I didn’t mean to do that.”

“ Jeremy, you know you can tell me anything. What’s going on?” he hesitated, the words wedging in his throat. What wouldn’t sound insane and make sense at the same time? He had no clue how to react, opening his mouth to reply several times but never uttering anything but pathetic squeaks. She shifted forward, suddenly cupping his cheek. He went rigid, eyes bulging in shock. 

“ Hey, it’s okay. I promise I’m not going to come up with some snarky comment or sarcastic jab. You know I love you no matter what.” 

“ Not in the way I want you to.” It left his mouth before he could stop it. He cursed, pushing her away gently. 

“ I’m sorry, I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with me--!”

Going to open the door, she stopped him by gripping his wrist. All traces of worry had vanished from her face, replaced with concern. She leaned forward, crawling onto his lap. 

“ I take it just being friends doesn’t suit you anymore, stupid?” she smirked. In an instant, all his grief dissipated. He could see her determination, her approval, her love for him. No longer did he see through a darkened veil. No, he saw everything clearly for the first time in his life. There was a sense of relief that encompassed him. He grinned back, putting out his cigarette on his jean-clad leg in one go.

“ Just shut up and kiss me, Y/N.” 

They wasted no time, him immediately taking her lips in a fervid kiss. Before they continued any further, he beckoned her to the backseat. She followed quickly, her lipstick bright pink on his lips and the facial hair of his chin. On the beige pleather, she threw herself and spread her legs open to him. It was a thrilling view that he delighted in. He crawled on top of her, launching into another kiss. His hands roamed across her body, hers doing the same. The sudden lust for her came like a crashing wave, and he couldn’t help but channel it into his actions. 

“ Oh god, you don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do this, Y/N.” 

“ Me too, Jeremy. Fuck, you’re so good.” 

“ Are we really gonna do this here?”

“ Why not? I’m not going to stop now that we’re so far into this.”

“ Couldn’t have put it better myself, clever little vixen. Help me get out of my pants and I’ll show you just how hot you make me.”

I hope you are okay with how I did this, I apologize sincerely if this wasn’t what you wanted. Thank you to @guiltyofallsevensins for the request, please go give their blog a follow everyone! Have a good day everyone, and don’t stop with the requests and asks! They make my day, and I love hearing from you guys. 

[savagetrickster]

Stay with Me | BNHA

request:  Hi! Can I request a scenario where Bakugou thought that reader was starting to lose interest, but in reality reader is just really busy and doesn’t realize she’s treating baku differently and Bakugou confronting her about it then it ends with some fluff fluff. 💖 p.s luv ur work

anime | character:  bnha | bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 1949

themes/warnings: soft!bakugou, insecure bakugou,  college AU

a/n: sorry for not posting a fic in such a long time, I’ve been SO busy. so anyway, okay I kinda went little off-track and ended up writing the way it is shown below but i hope you’ll still enjoy reading this, though i have to say I’m not really fond of how it turned out. this fic has not been beta-ed so pardon me if you find any cringey error.

The city of Musutafu moved as sluggishly as possible for a city of its size and caliber. It was one of those days when the moon was mostly hidden behind the clouds.

Kirishima let his eyes roam the street outside. The inhabitants of the boulevard were constantly on the move despite being a Saturday; it was a startling contrast to the cafe they sat in where a comfortable nonchalance clung to every aspect of the little business.

The slow, sleepy music playing from the speakers.

The casual yet practiced movements of the baristas as they prepared the orders. 

The lazy, idling manners in the way the customers brought their cups to their lips. Carrying every bit of thoughtlessness and indifference in their actions.

Well, almost everyone but them.

A perplexed frown pinched between Kirishima’s brows as he turned his gaze away from the window beside them.

Bakugou Katsuki had been sulking at the window ever since he plopped into the seat across him. 

He had been sitting in brooding silence for what felt like fifteen minutes and the expression on his face hadn’t changed. If there were any at all, it was only that his scowl grew bigger.

“As much as I like hanging out with you, I have to say this is getting a little…weird.” 

Kirishima briefly flitted to the counter to see curious eyes on them, “My colleagues are starting to think we’re dating.”

Tonight was the fourth time Bakugou had come to find him right as he was knocking off from his part-time job this week. 

“Who gives a fuck about what they think?” Bakugou muttered gruffly,  finally looking away from the outside.  

Kirishima had known him ever since they met in middle school to know the scowl on Bakugou’s face was…well, his default expression. 

Long enough for him to tell at one glance that the scowl he’d been seeing on Bakugou’s face was different. This one seemed to come right out from the depth of his fierce vermilion eyes — Bakugou was upset.

And it was about you.

No matter how hard Bakugou tried to hide how much he was a sucker for you, Kirishima could always tell. 

Even though they had matured into college students, Bakugou was still the same stubborn guy who wasn’t the most comfortable displaying his affections openly.

Mere mentions of you would soften the scowl on his face, and the rough edge in his voice. It was easy for anyone else to miss the difference but it was obvious to Kirishima. 

His grumpy complaints about how clingy and touchy you are were one of their common topics in their conversations. The annoyance scowling in his eyes when he did was always subtly soft and warm. 

But something changed, as Bakugou had mentioned, in the recent two weeks.

Nights in his dormitory room were spent alone. He was so used to falling asleep and waking up, to the sight of you curling up right next to him.

The last time he saw you were from afar, watching you rushing off to somewhere. 

Dates with you, even as simple as a meal in the cafeteria was scarce. 

Your replies to his texts were late and sometimes curt. The usual ‘good morning’ and ‘goodnight’ from you, if you didn’t spend the night with him, were no longer…usual. 

Sometimes his messages to you would be left hanging for days before you replied.

The tone when Bakugou was telling him about all these strange distances between them was nonchalant, but the scowl on his face told Kirishima a different story.

Kirishima tried to think of something to say, but all he could think of in the end was the same thing he’d been saying ever since Bakugou shared this with him.

“Stop worrying man, she’s probably just busy?”

Bakugou’s face carried a carefully blanked expression as he raised his eyes to meet Kirishima’s.

“…Or maybe she’s losing interest in me.” 

His arm was tucked between his pillow and his head as his other held his phone to his face. Vermilion eyes stared blankly at the quiet chatroom he shared with you, particularly fixated on your last reply to him.

Two days ago.

The gloom hung over his gaze these days were like the dreary seasons of dull, gray monsoons. 

The hopeful morning sun filtering into his room through the wooden window blinds above him was a startling contrast, and so was the lively laughter ringing out from the basketball court somewhere near the dormitory blocks. 

Probably some idiots shoving snow at each others’ faces, Bakugou thought seethingly as he clicked his tongue in annoyance at a particular spike of volume in the ruckus downstairs. 

It was Saturday and the morning was already—

His eyes flitted to the time written in the corner of his screen.

— halfway to noon.

A quiet sigh left him.

Like on Saturdays, he should be on the way to meet you for your usual brunch. Except things weren’t quite ‘usual’ anymore.

Bakugou released another sigh as he let his phone fall away from his face along with his raised arm, landing on the bed under him with a muffled ‘plop’.

His forehead ridged with a scowl. Just how did he fuck things up?

His memories sifted through the times he called you names and how you would still smile back at him like he was your whole world as if he didn’t just call you an idiot, a nerd, or a moron. 

A bitter taste of guilt entered his mouth.

Maybe he shouldn’t have assumed that you knew he was feeling affectionate when he did?

Perhaps you’ve grown sick of him? And realized that you didn’t need a shitty boyfriend who called you insulting names or would shrug off your affections as if they were annoyances.

His jaw clenched to his gritted teeth as a frustrated hiss slipped from him.

Shit, maybe he did fuck up afterall. Fucked up big time.

And he was probably going to lose you. Everything that made you…you.

The way you smiled at him with a loving, bright glint in your eyes as if he was the one who put the stars in the sky.

The sweet kisses you love to plant on his lips and forehead.

How your hand would hold onto his — small but warm with your love.

Bakugou felt his throat swell with the presence of forming tears as his heart twinged in his chest.

The idea of losing all that spurred a rush of panic in him.

Bakugou shot off his bed, put on the nearest shirt and jeans he could grab, and hurried out of his room.

The first place Bakugou thought to look for you was your dormitory but his worst fear made him hesitate at your door, with a hand hovering over its handle. 

In fact, he’d thought about doing this for the past two weeks but the wisps of doubts whispering nasty things wouldn’t let him.

His jaw clenched to his gritted teeth.

What if there was someone else— 

Bakugou shoved the unfinished thought aside; it was unbearable to even think about that possibility. 

His scowling gaze snapped to his hesitating hand and his lips instantly curled into a sneer to a spark of irritation within.

What was with him? He was starting to remind himself of Deku, hesitating outside doors with twiddling thumbs like a wimp.

He was Bakugou Katsuki and he should be announcing his arrival by bursting through one.

Man, you thought you could finally enjoy a good night’s sleep after countless of sleepless nights.

But no…nope. 

The heater just had to break down at an ungodly hour when you were still trudging through the last thesis for your project and you could find no other alternative places to work on them. 

Bakugou came across your mind but again, it was crazy late or more accurately, early to budge into your boyfriend’s room.

Like every other night, you’d been tirelessly working on it so you could finally submit the project you’d been assigned since two weeks ago.

It was the infamous final year project you’ve dreaded ever since you heard about it from your senior — dubbed as ‘the project from hell’.

And indeed, it was a project from hell. It seemed to suck out your very soul. The exhaustion weighing you down like lead ran bone deep, that even lifting your head off your pillow was such a struggle.

With a broken heater sitting uselessly in your room, you’d spent the whole night wrapped in your blanket, with the lingering winter chill prickling at your skin. 

So you couldn’t help sighing at the sudden warmth enveloping your body after spending the night shivering away under your blanket at the mercy of the dropping temperature.

Your arms found their way around the heat source.

You didn’t see the tender curl of his lips when you sighed blissfully and nuzzled into his chest or the softening glint in the usual fierce edge held in his vermilion eyes.

It was like nestling inside a warm cocoon that…

— awareness seeping into your groggy senses pried your eyes open.  

…breathed.

What or rather who greeted you lifted you right out of your morning grogginess and struck you with an overwhelming barrage of emotions.

“…Ka-Katsuki!” You missed him so much.

Along with how the shadows and sunlight filtering in from behind you fell across and highlighted his chiseled profile, there was something about the way his intense eyes looked down at you with his head leaning against an arm. 

This sight gave your heart a fluttery squeeze.

You weren’t sure why Bakugou looked so strikingly handsome like this — maybe it was because you haven’t seen him for awhile?

“When did you come in here?” Words started pouring out of your mouth. 

You’ve always wanted to vent and rant about the dumb project to Bakugou so there was too much you wanted to say, 

“Oh my god, you’ve no idea how much busy I was these few weeks-” but the brooding look that hadn’t left Bakugou stopped you.”…Katsuki?”

You’d never seen Bakugou look this down before, and it didn’t sit right with you.

You hesitated but asked anyway.“…What’s wrong?” 

The cloud that fell over his eyes told you that something was definitely wrong.

“…I’m sorry, (Name).”

You grew concerned as you tried to understand his unreadable demeanor. “What’s this about— ”

“Are you losing interest in me?”

Your next breath was caught in your throat at his strange question and the only thing you could do was blurt out a —“What?”

You watch him exhale carefully with a bewildered look. 

Bakugou didn’t even care how he looked to you now.

“Look, I know I’m a huge fuck-up as a boyfriend and you probably think I don’t care about our relationship cause I act like I don’t.”

There was so much to say, so much guilt brimming inside him. 

“But shit, I do care.”

He was desperate. 

He didn’t want to lose you. He couldn’t. He loved you but he was an idiot for not showing that to you. 

So he needed to let you know now.

His hand on your waist pulled you up to him and his eyes were pinned on yours.

Your mouth opened, then snapped close at the silent, blazing gleam in his gaze.

Your voice had fled at the way he stared at you. 

Longing and heavy with remorse.

“Stay with me,” His lips brushed lightly across yours as his voice cracked with an aching need.” …please.”

He kissed you and the world fell away.

[it9chi]

homesick — suna rintarou

there was a faint tapping on his window late at night again, interrupting suna’s late night thoughts of missing his own home back in aichi. suna sighs and walks over to his window to open it a bit to let you in.

this has become a routine for the both of you. he doesn’t even know why you bother to sneak in when you can just walk up to the front desk at a reasonable time like a normal person would. inarizaki isn’t strict with their dorm rules after all.

“you look like shit” was the first thing you said upon entering his dorm room late at night. suna rolls his eyes and closes the window. “hello to you too i guess” he mumbles. suna watches you drop your bag on the unoccupied bed which he assumes is where you’ll be sleeping in for the night

he was actually quite glad he didn’t get a roommate for that specific reason

“what brings you here?” he finally asked, his eyes watching you maneuver your way around HIS dorm room like it was yours. to be quite frank at this point, his dorm was basically your dorm too. 

he recalls every little thing you left in here whenever you decide to crash at his place just like your spare toothbrush in his bathroom, your fluffy slippers hidden in the depths of his closet. god forbid the twins to see that. suna wouldn’t hear the end of it if they ever saw a peek of it.

“i’m always here” you smiled lazily, finally settling in on the spare bed. suna hums and crawls inside his duvet. pulling them just below his nose where half of his face is covered. 

you take a peek at his lying figure. he was staring up at the ceiling silently for once in his life. usually, he’d be yapping about how the twins annoyed the shit out of him that day or how the cafeteria sucks ass but tonight, he was quiet.

obviously it bothered you quite a bit. he was your friend after all. 

“you okay?” you asked. breaking the quiet tension in the room. it took awhile for suna to respond. “... i guess” he answered quietly. you sit up and watched him on the other side silently. 

you observed how his breathing was shallow almost as if he’s calming himself down like he’s about to cry. you opted on just keeping him company without saying anything. one of the very few activities you two do together. 

not like he’d admit it out loud but he does like having you around. you don’t suck the energy out of him unlike the twins who basically drain him for no apparent reason.

but that goes out the window when you hear quiet sniffles on his side of the room. you jump out of bed and cautiously approached him. “rin?” you call. suna clears his throat and mutters a quick “what do you want”

“are you really okay?” you asked the question once more. there’s no point of lying to you now. suna was always there for you when you need someone to talk to and now here you were returning the favor.

“.. not really” he confessed. sitting up so he could look at you with puffy eyes. it was rare for him to open up his emotions to someone. he thinks you might be the second person who has seen him this vulnerable. the other being osamu.

you sat on his bed and watched him closely. your heart aches at the sight of him like this. he was usually the snarky and ‘i don’t give a fuck’ type of person but everyone has their limits.

after a few minutes of silence, suna speaks up. “i guess i’m homesick” he opens up, scratching his ear as a nervous habit. “i-i don’t know.. i just suddenly miss home and everything. things have been pretty hectic during practices too and the work load of inarizaki jesus fucking christ” suna rambles, brows furrowing in annoyance just thinking about everything

you don’t say anything as you let him continue rant about his own misfortunes for the past few weeks. it’s all you could offer. by the time he finishes, he was panting. his shoulders tense as ever and it looks like he won’t be sleeping anytime soon.

suna’s eyes snap open when you wrap your arms around him. he barely noticed you creeping closer when he was going off about everything. hesitantly, he hugs back. his long limbs circling around your small frame. 

suna catches a whiff of your hair that smelled faintly like mint. slowly, he feels the weight on his shoulders slowly lift just by a simple gesture from you. his mind goes blank the longer you hug him. 

you were warm. the exact opposite of him who’s cold. you feel like home to suna. maybe that’s why he liked being around you so much. maybe that’s why he lets you stay over at his dorm room at any given time. maybe you bring a sense of home that he misses so much.

you are suna’s home and tonight is the night he realizes that. 

[hichi842]

May I please has Todoroki, Bakugo, and maybe Iida with an S/O who's a well known vigilante and they (the boys) are just now finding out that this vigilante and their s/o are the same person? bonus points if it gets angsty. thank you bb Ily ~💕

(A/n): I’m not good at writing angst, but I tried to sprinkle some in there for you darling. Hope you enjoy!💚

Pairings: Todoroki, Bakugo, Iida x reader

Warnings⚠️: Slight angst

Finding Out Their S/o is a Vigilante

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto heard about the famous vigilante from his father, since he was trying to track the person down.

Apparently the vigilante were pretty well known around the hero community for taking care of quite a few villains, but they were still using their quirk illegally so the heroes had to get whoever it may be.

Honestly Shoto didn’t really mind vigilantes. He knew what they were doing was illegal, but weren’t they just doing the same things as heroes.

Though as day by day went by, the vigilante continued to slip from heroes grasp and Shoto’s father grew more frustrated.

The man started ranting at the dinner table about the culprit. Shoto barely listened until he heard his father say something.

Endevour began to explain the person’s quirk and oh boy did it sound all too familiar to Shoto.

His S/o. The love of his life, had the same exact quirk that his father was describing.

At that moment, everything came back the boy. You’re struggle of not being able to get into UA. Trying your best to improve in hopes of becoming a hero, but ultimately giving up.

Was this what you have been doing all this time? Fighting villains illegally because you couldn’t get into a hero school.

He stood up abruptly and made his way to the door, earning a few protests from his father, but he was already out the door.

Shoto immediately went to your place. He needed to know if this unknown person was you.

As soon as he arrived, he knocked on the door and you answered quickly.

“Hey Sho. What’s up?”

“What do you do when I’m not with you?” Was all he asked.

You seemed pretty weirded out by the question and just told him that you do normal things like studying and whatnot.

Shoto shook his head. “No. Why are you out fighting dangerous villains with no lisense?” He got straight to the point.

You looked shocked. How did he figure it out?

Shoto could immediately tell the answer by your expression. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He said.

That’s when you teared up and soon they pooled over and down your cheeks. Shoto did not expect that, so he ushered you into the place, sat you down on the couch, and wrapped his arms around you.

You started apologizing, telling him that you just felt so insignificant to him and that you wanted desperately to be a hero.

He ran you fingers through your hair as you continued to explain. “(Y/n) I’m not mad. I just wish you told me. What you’re doing is so dangerous and I just want you to be safe.”

He continued. “Listen, I don’t want to stop you, but let’s figure out a way we can do this without putting your life in danger, okay?”

You nodded your head and gave him a loving kiss. “Okay.”

Katsuki Bakugo

It wasn’t hard for him to connect the peices together.

You would randomly disappear on him and wouldn’t come back for hours. And when you did come back, there were sudden wounds all over your body and you refused to answer any of his questions.

Katsuki had also noted the fact that you seemed to get physically stronger. Were you training or something?

He was starting to get frustrated on what you were keeping to yourself and more importantly, he was a bit worried.

He would never admit it, but whatever you were doing was hurting you and he didn’t like it at all.

Then one night, he was watching TV and a news station started talking of an unknown vilgilante.

They named places they have been fighting at and other things about those cases and immediately Bakugo noticed that these are similar to your weird disappearances.

So he started tracking when you would leave mysteriously and what time you came back, as well as any injuries you obtain. Then he compared them to the vigilantes movements.

And wouldn’t you beleive it, Everyhting matched up perfectly. Every single time you left, another villain was tooken down, and every injury you got matched up to the fight that would be described on the news.

He was furious, he didn’t give a shit about the fact that you fighting villains, but he hated that you hid this the entire time from him.

He waited for you to get back and then confronted you on the issue, raising his voice immediately.

“What the fuck have you been doing on these stupid trips (Y/n)?!” He already knew the answer though.

You tried stuttered out a random excuse, but he’s taking none of it.

He smacked the note book with all the tracking he did in your hands. “Oh yeah? Then what’s this, did you think it was a good idea to go out and fight villains on your own like some idiot!”

Youtried to answer but couldn’t even get a word in as he continued yelling about how idiotic this is and how you should have told him.

You weren’t one to get angry too often, but this was pissing you off, he wasn’t even letting you explain yourself.

“God Katsuki, can you shut up! Yes, I’ve been doing this and I’m sorry, but I needed to! What do you want from me?!” It was turning into a full blown fight at this point.

“I want you to tell me when you’re going out and putting your dumbass in danger! Goddamit, I was worried!!!” He yelled, before pulling you into his embrace. He seemed on the verge of tears, which silenced you since Katsuki never really cried.

“Just stop fucking hiding things from me.”

Tenya Iida

It was supposed to be a date night, but you ended up cancelling on your boyfriend.

He was definitely not happy about it since he expected you to be able to go. He was asking what you were doing, but you just said that your parents needed you help with something, so he let it go quickly.

Even if you weren’t able to go, Tenya still decided to at least go to a park nearby to take a walk by himself.

It was pretty peaceful and he was enjoying himself until he heard commotion about a block away.

He rushed there immediately to see a villain in the street. There was a person fighting it as well and at first, he thought it was a pro hero and was about to leave it to them.

Though for a spilt second, he got a closer look at the face of the fighter and recognized it immediately. It was you, his S/o.

What were you doing? You didn’t have a basic education in being a hero, so why were you fighting? And how were you doing so well?

Tenya was about to run and get you away from the danger, he was extremely worried about you getting injured, but before he could even move, you had knocked out the villain.

You sprinted to an alleyway to hide for when the actual heroes came. You didn’t want to be caught after all.

Tenya of course, followed you into the alleyway and called out to you. You froze and turned around.

“O-oh, hey. W-what are you doing here?” You asked awkwardly.

“What were you just doing (Y/n)? You know that fighting villains is the pro heroes job, so why were you fighting them?” He was trying to get straight to the point.

You tried to come up with an excuse. You couldn’t tell him that you have been doing this for awhile.

“Have you done this before? I demand you explain to me what has been happening.” He said in his stern voice.

You knew you weren’t going to be able to get out of this, so you just fessed up. Telling the boy about your need to fight villains and save people and how you became a vigilante.

He seemed to get frustrated with you. He lectured you about how dangerous this is and that you shouldn’t have been doing this since you’re not a hero. “This is illegal, do you understand that.”

You were increasingly getting irritated as well. “Stop talking to me like I’m a child Tenya. Of course I know, but I need to do this. Plus you’re not one to talk, you literally tried to kill someone in revenge for your brother!”

You knew you hit a rough spot for him, but you were just so angry that he wasn’t understanding you. He was trying to say something, but you knew he was just going to scold you like a toddler again.

“You know what, never mind, I’ll talk to you about this later.” You continued to walk past him and run to your house, leaving the boy behind.

[limenysnocket]

Call Me Home

Summary: It's in the bloom of summer and both of you are tired. It's been hopping from film to film for months, set by set, and so it's time to relax. Pick a nice shack out in the quiet and humble native lands for a night or two, and watch the stars and the fireflies flicker around the butt of your cigarette.

Warnings: Really nothing other than swearing and smoking.

Pairing: Taika Waititi x Reader

Words: 1.5k it’s a shorty, I know.

A/N: This is just something I wanted to write. It's blazing outside, and it's right around the time I wish it was night already and down to 70-something degrees. Hope y'all enjoy this random bit of fluff.

This is all based off of a sweet and sappy blues/jazz song so--

@honorarytenenbaum @olyvoyl

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"I'm so damn tired," Taika moans and plops himself down in a rickety, old rocking chair beside you. You were atop a small glider. It wasn't enough to completely lay down in, but it was enough to kick your feet up and watch the sun start to go down. The grass, wet from a fresh storm, was now engulfed in orange flame. The light licked all the way up the wooden steps of the porch, and to the tips of Taika's work shoes.

Taika slumped in his seat, his long legs extending out and his arms laying lazily over the arms of the chair. His eyes were closed, and he just seemed to be taking in the last of the blazing heat. "I'm glad it's over," you murmured. His head, once angled to look at the horizon, then tilted to face you. He had a goofy, soft grin.

"It's not over quite yet. There's still the editing and putting it all together, then heading right over to Hollywood for the premier and it's just... oh, man," he put his hand on his scruffy cheek and rubbed at it. He had been wearing a smile all day, whether he liked to or not, due to the mass amount of press that was at the studio doors as soon as you both were done shooting. "Yeah. At least that part is done with. Hemsworth was starting to get on my nerves at the end there."

"What? Only at the end?" you guwaffed at him and he rolled his eyes. You knew he had a thing out for Hemsworth since the beginning. The way his muscles would bulge out in his costume turned Taika jealous-- especially when he realized they would have to do editing magic on him to actually make his biceps look normal-- and that's not all. The Aussie, on occasion, would be a flirt with you, and attempt to get your attention while on set. His little advances would briefly be shut down as soon as Taika spotted him.

Ever so slowly, the cicadas crept from their hiding spots, and began to serenade the two of you from trees. It was annoying at first, and you wanted to make a suggestion to go inside, but when you looked at Taika, all you could see was how at peace he was. He had rested his elbow on the arm of the chair and his hand was cradling the side of his face. His eyes were closed again. You were almost totally sure he was asleep.

After being inside of the little shack for some time, you realized why he wanted to come out here.

The place still had tin walls, and the doorknobs were made of copper. The wooden porch was splintered and cracked, and it squealed under even the softest of touches. The rooms still had wallpaper. It was a floral pattern with a white background, but it turned yellow at the tops and bottoms, and the paper curled and wrinkled. It smelled so old. What brought Taika here again?

He was the brand new, fresh out of his own late uprising, blessing to the directing world genius that everyone wanted on set. Hollywood smothered him in love, money, and women. So much so, the paparazzi followed him around like flies to manure. As much as he loved attention, those jackasses were hard to avoid and they got annoying real quick, especially when all he wanted to do was enjoy a party or two. Indulge in a sensory overload and drown in sex for a few hours.

The notoriety had gotten to his head. He changed into someone unrecognizable...

Did he?

You looked at Taika again. His heel was gently rocking his chair back and forth. He looked so happy and content. Happier than you'd seen him in days. His dress shirt was was unbuttoned from the top two buttons, and his belt was missing. His dress shoes were scuffed and his hair was a mess. He still had his tie on, but it hung low and loose on his neck. He looked almost the same as the first day you met him. Tired and hunched over from his latest piece of fine cinema.

“Doing okay?” you break the bug song and make him open his dreary eyes. “Just checking.”

He sat up again, adjusting himself in his seat and grinning wide. “Never better,” he looked back over to you, and the porch slowly grew dim. The crickets added a melody to the tune the locust sang, and little, moving, balls of light started to emerge from the tall grass. “Why do you ask?”

“I’m curious, you know that,” you nearly whispered to him, the new breeze making you want to fall asleep on the dingy little sofa.

“Curious about what?” now he had started to ask questions too, interrupting your doze. It was pay back and concern in a bottle.

“Why did you pick this place?” you approach the topic bluntly, but calmly. “You could be staying in the fanciest hotel there is in New Zealand right now with what Marvel is paying you, but you chose an old shack instead. I want to know why.”

His lips pursed. He’s back to staring at the horizon again. “It’s just something quaint I picked. No story behind it.” He sniffed and wrapped his knuckles against the tin wall of the house. It wasn’t familiar to him. 

“Okay, so you don’t know it, but is there something that you like about it?” you asked further questions. The answers you would received would be saved in the back of your mind for later.

“I like the peace,” Taika shrugged and swatted at a little June bug. “It’s nice to get away from the cameras every once in awhile. They bother me when I don’t want them around.”

You laughed to yourself about Taika actually hating attention for once. He had always been a seeker, in your eyes. It was almost weird to see him in such a way. Actually wanting to be away. And, with you, of all people to be with. He probably just needed a little bit of company with him at all times. Just to be safe.

“That all?” you wonder. “Cause this place sure does remind me of where you shot Boy. Little town, full of little people, and one lady who has all the jobs in the whole area, Taik.”

You managed to get him to blow an amused laugh out of his nose with the reference you made to his movie. It felt like he made that thing so long ago. That was back before his hair started to go silver. “I mean, I guess it’s a little like the Boy set, and you know my connections with that place.” His commentary was a bit strained, because he was reaching for the cigarettes he kept in his back pocket. They were probably a little smooshed by now. He settled back into his seat once he was comfortable again, and sighed. “It’s like a little calling, I guess. Something, I don’t know. I like having money and all, and as a kid, nothing about this was comforting. Fuck, all I wanted to do was get out of these shit conditions with teachers that hated me, kids that hated me, and the big fucking imagination  I had kept me from seeing things straight. Here, I thought I wouldn’t amount to shit, probably because I was told that, but,” he started to pause his rant, but just to set a cigarette between his lips and nudge out his lighter from his front pocket. “I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. I always kind of find myself wanting to come back to the bush.”

You didn’t really have to think of anything to say. You knew he didn’t want to hear much at all, but you had one question on your mind.

“How’s Hollywood been treating you, Taika?”

His head whipped around like an unstoppable force of nature. He pulled the freshly lit cigarette from his lips, eyes a little wider than you expected them to be. “You want me to be frank with you?”

“No, dipshit, I want you to be Taika with me- of course, I want you to be frank with me,” you snort, and his lips pull up just the slightest bit.

He took a moment to collect his words, his eyes flickering around like he was watching a little bug-Satan fly around his face for too long. He came to his conclusion after about a minute.

“It’s been treating me like shit, thanks for asking,” he said it in such a dopey manner, you had to smile. “It feels great to be home.”

[bbyboibinnie]

two of us

synopsis: love is hard to come by, especially when the boy you’ve been pining over is already taken. pairing: reader x jisung  genre: fluff, angst, romance, college au  warning: explicit language/cursing wc: 2.8k

one

It was halfway through your senior year in high school when you two had met. This was unexpected to say the least because it was the last semester of your last year; you had no intentions of making any new friends, considering you already had a handful of people you were close with and stuck by for the last three years. It was Chan that introduced you to him. You had known Chan for awhile–he was your lab partner for two consecutive years now–and although you considered him as a friend, you had never actually hung out outside of school before, unless it was for a group project of course. However, one day he had invited you to his birthday celebration and that was the day when you met his other friends, one of them being Jisung. 

“Woah, slow down there.” His word caught you by surprise as you were stuffing cupcakes in your mouth. You didn’t really know any of Chan’s friends at the time and socializing with new people didn’t exactly come by easily for you, so you had opted to linger around the snack table instead. 

Hastily dusting the crumbs off your face, you introduced yourself, “Oh, hey. My name is y/n.”

“I’m Jisung. I think we have calculus together right?” You looked at him closely; with black hair, deep brown eyes, and round cheeks you couldn’t lie–he was pretty cute, but you shook your head in response as you didn’t recognize him.

“Ya, Jisung! Come help me set up the cake!” Another one of the boys had called out, cutting your conversation with him short.

“Keep an eye out for me in calc.” He said as he was dragged away into the kitchen.

two

Sure enough, he was in the same math class as you. Honestly, besides your best friend in that period, you really didn’t pay attention to the other people. After all, the class was impacted and half of them were underclassmen so why bother remembering all the names and faces? 

It was the day after the party and you looked around at everyone in the class; it only took you a moment before you spotted him in a seat two rows over. The lecture hadn’t started yet so he was talking to his friends. You didn’t feel the need to get up to go over and spark a conversation or anything, but when you two made eye contact, you gave him a quick smile before turning back to face the front board. 

For a while, you two would occasionally spare glances at each other and wave or smile if you locked eyes, but there was nothing more. It wasn’t until after the latest exam when he approached you again.

“Hey, how’d you think you did?” He asked, waiting as you finished packing up your belongings. 

“Could’ve done better. What about you?” You made your way to the door and he followed suit.

“Just hoping for that passing grade. Anyway, Chan and I were going to meet up to grab food after class today, wanna come?” You debated going with them for a second but ended up agreeing anyways. 

You didn’t know what to make of Jisung at first, considering you had only exchanged a few words, but after hanging with him, even if it was just for a few hours, you found him to be quite likable. 

From then on, he stuck around and you didn’t mind, in fact, perhaps you enjoyed his presence a lot more than you were willing to admit. 

three 

High school came and went but you were ready to face the new challenges and opportunities that college presented. Most of your other friends had been accepted to places further away, but you had settled for community for the time being. For the most part, you were an independent person; therefore, you tried to not be clingy when your friends left to reach their own goals–you’d see them soon enough again–but you had been worried about starting this whole new chapter of your life alone, luckily for you, someone by the name of Han Jisung had enrolled right alongside you.

As days went by, you two were seen together more and more. Of course he met new people, and so did you, but it was always nice to have someone familiar to go back to and for you, that familiar face was Jisung, and for him, that person was you. 

Your majors were completely different and so were your classes, but you still spent time with him studying, ranting about professors, and passing out in each other’s rooms after staying up to finish assignments. 

“Hey, Jisung,” you whispered, trying to not startle him awake, “it’s almost midnight. You should probably head back to your place before it gets too late.” He was slumped over your desk, fingers lifelessly placed atop the keyboard of his laptop, already drifting into a deeper state of sleep. “Jisung.” You tried again, only to have him groan in response. Shaking your head, you draped a throw blanket over his figure before returning to your workload. 

It had gone on like this for weeks, months, nearly a year. One night he’d sleep over at your place and the next you’d be at his. Both of you had been accustomed to this routine now and you thought nothing of it, however, the more time you spent with him, the more you found things to like about him, and that’s what you were afraid of in the beginning–falling for him.

four 

You were never the type to fall head over heels for anyone, all throughout elementary, middle, and high school, you only had occasional crushes but nothing significant. Yet,

there was something about him that you couldn’t shake off. Maybe it was the way he always made stupid jokes that you couldn’t help but laugh at, or perhaps it was the way he played his guitar and share the new songs he wrote with you first before anyone else got to hear them. It was the smile that reached his eyes and the way he knew you so well, like the back of his hand. It was everything. 

You didn’t expect anything more out of the platonic relationship, but you couldn’t just get rid of the feelings on demand, so you had to let them settle and hope that they’d go away eventually, of course that didn’t work. 

five

Just because you saw Jisung differently, didn’t mean he would have the same outlook on you. 

“What do you think would make a good first date?” Jisung had asked casually over the counter. You were currently on shift at the local boba shop and Jisung often tagged along; typically he just sat there and did his homework as he waited, but on days where store traffic was low, he would ease your boredom by talking aimlessly. This particular caught you off guard though.

“Um, I’m not sure. Why do you ask?” You said, trying to sound casual, while restocking the ingredients.

“Well, I finally managed to receive a ‘yes’ after I asked someone out earlier today.” He said, smiling to himself in satisfaction. You were shocked, but at the same time, not at all. During the twelve months or so that you’ve known him, relationships weren’t a common topic of discussion. Yes, it did come up a few times but college and just life in general was already too time consuming so you didn’t bother with relationships, and neither did he.

“Wow, I’m impressed Jisung. I didn’t think anyone would fall for a clown like you.” You teased him, hoping your disappointment wasn’t showing. You knew that it was a platonic relationship and had set no expectations, yet you still felt a wave of sadness wash over.

“Oh, haha. Seriously though, I only prepared on how to ask them out, but I didn’t think past that because I wasn’t sure I’d even make it this far.”

“In that case, why don’t you consider what the person likes and try to set up something that you both would enjoy? Personally, I don’t think you could go wrong with arcade, pizza, and boba though. I could even hook you up with a discount on the boba.” You said jokingly in an attempt to lift your mood up. 

“What would I do without you? You better keep your word about that discount though. Oh shit, I gotta head back and finish my essay, see ya y/n. Also, text me when you get back to your place!” He shouted the last part as he was in the midst of exiting and the door jingled as it shut behind him. 

six

So his date had gone well and now his status went from ‘single’ to ‘taken’ while you were still struggling to manage your unrequited feelings. You had accepted the situation for what it was but that didn’t make it any easier. 

Naturally as he began to split his time between his new relationship and you, the time you spent with him dwindled down. Weekly study sessions became bi-weekly, which turned into monthly events. You didn’t hold this against him though, you were glad he found someone to connect with. 

“Hey, sorry I’m late… again.” Jisung said sheepishly as he entered your room, with a backpack slung over his shoulders, messy hair, and pink marks peeking out from under his t-shirt. You were flustered at the sight, knowing that he had just come back from being with his significant other, doing who knows what. 

“Uh, it’s okay. Just–let’s just get to studying.” You preoccupied yourself with your various notes and textbooks and tried you best not to be distracted. Suddenly, somewhere along the line, tension began to build. Maybe you were just imagining it but something had shifted between you and Jisung these days, and it gave you a sense of hopelessness because there was nothing you could do about it.

seven

More time had passed and your friendship was still afloat, but it definitely wasn’t the same as before. It seems like everything has its peak and you two have surpassed that; what goes up must come down, so it was all downhill from there. 

As his relationship became more unstable and doubts, he slowly began to make his way back to you. You should’ve been happy, even elated at this fact, but you weren’t. 

“I don’t know what happened. One minute we were fine and the next we were arguing. It’s like I am dating a different person now.” He expressed to you, once again at the boba shop you were still working at. It had actually been awhile since he came.

“Mmhhm.” You nodded wordlessly as you continued to spray down the tables with disinfectants.

“The argument was so petty, I should’ve known better than to engage in it.” The rant continued on and on and you had mindlessly agreed with everything he said, until he noticed you weren’t even paying attention.

“Y/n, are you even listening to me?” 

“Yup.”

“Okay, then will you give me your entire life savings?”

“Yes.”

“Y/n!” He shouted, getting up from his seat to stand directly in front of you on the other side of the counter. His loud voice startled you and you looked up, only to face a boy who was seething in anger. “Why are you blatantly ignoring me? I’m trying to rant to you and you’re not even helping.”

That was the last straw. 

“Listen, don’t come in here asking me to be your guidance counselor after cancelling our plans on dozens of occasions. Also, how could you really expect me to give you my time when you can’t even spare me a minute on any other day. You’ve been a real jerk lately and you haven’t even noticed it! I can’t believe I ever liked someone like you!” The indirect confession left your mouth before you could stop yourself, and he stood there absolutely dumbfounded. 

eight 

 That night, you immediately wanted to hide in the back of the store and hope whatever happened never happened, but you were tired of miscommunication.

“You like me?” Between the two of you, he was the one who had the courage to break the silence.

“Liked. I liked you. Past tense.”

“Do you still like me? Present tense.” 

“No, I don’t–or maybe. I don’t know right now.” You had mentally convinced yourself that you were over him, but trying to admit it out loud proved otherwise. 

“Y/n, I–” He started but you cut him off before he could finish.

“Maybe you should just go home now. I need some time to think.” He had hesitated for a moment, but eventually, he respected your wishes. 

nine

It had been over a week, nearing two weeks, since you’ve talked to him. You already had so much on your plate with finals coming around and constantly having to work, so this was not something you wanted to deal with now, or ever actually. But closure was necessary, for you and for him, so you decided that once finals were over, you’d set things straight.

Grabbing the phone off your nightstand, scrolled through your contacts to find his name.

(11:57 PM ) 

[ you ]  hey, we should talk after finals r over

You sent the text, hoping he’d want closure as well, but minutes passed there was no response. Just when you were about to sleep, your phone vibrated.

(12:05 AM)

[ jisung ] okay, see u after finals then. gn 

ten 

You had just gotten out of your last class of the day when he came into view. Frankly, you hadn’t expected to meet up with him until later on in the day, but that was your own mistake for not specifying when or where to meet in the text. Although this had slightly caught you off guard, you couldn’t put this off forever so you made your way towards him.

It was a relatively cold day; he stood there bundled up in his hoodie and a beanie atop which tamed his hair from the strong winds. 

“Hey.” You said as you stood face to face with him.

“Hey, it’s been awhile.” He responded, eyes softening when he saw you. 

* * * 

Together, you ended up walking back to his place to talk. Nothing much was said during the trip back, besides the occasional polite small talk like “how have you been?” and “how were finals?” 

When he opened his door, you entered wearily; although you had visited his place numerous times in the past, the last time you actually came by was months ago so it felt odd to be back to place so familiar, yet foreign again. 

You were grateful for the fact that it was so warm in his apartment because the weather outside had left your body feeling numb. 

“Here, I know you get cold easily.” Jisung handed you an extra sweater he pulled from his closet and you thanked him before sliding it over your shoulders. 

The both of you just stood in his living room, no one knew what to say or how to start the conversation, but you were here now so it was time to say everything you’ve felt. With a deep breath, you began. 

“I thought I could let go of my feelings for you, but I couldn’t.” You said, focusing on the floor as you couldn’t look him in the eyes. “And I’m sorry if this makes you feel uncomfortable or jeopardizes whatever is left of our friendship, but I can’t keep lying to myself anymore. If you don’t like me, then I’ll have to accept it and move on but I just had to let you kn-” 

Your spiel came to an abrupt stop when he drew you into his arms. Not knowing how to react, you were frozen from confusion and shock.

“Y/n, do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you?” He held you at arms length and gently titled your chin up so you could meet his gaze. “If I had known you liked me, I would’ve never looked at anyone else.”

His words were forming incoherent sentences in your head. Was this his confession? Did he feel the same way? 

He must’ve sensed your puzzlement because he smiled at you and said, “Yes dummy, I like you too.” 

Your immediate response was to smile, but then something dawned on you.

“What about your current relationship?”

“I’m no longer in a relationship. We have been broken up for nearly a month now.” 

“So what does that mean for us?” You say, almost too optimistically. And his response was to pull you in close, so close to the point where you could feel his breath fanning across your cheeks and your noses were barely touching, before closing the gap between your lips and his.

a/n: honestly, this piece is kind of all over the place since it’s my first one but hopefully more practice will make my writing better! also, this is not proofread so my apologies for any grammatical/punctuation errors. 

also here it my masterlist in case you want to read my other works!

[sleepysnk]

hello guys! this wasn't a request, but it is a small gift for @kwnblack ! i decided to make a third and final part for the two previous Zeke scenarios i wrote! i hope you enjoy :).

Zeke x Fem!Reader: I Promise

Warnings: slight manga spoilers and slight angst

Part 1 Part 2

It had been about a month or so since Zeke had his last encounter with (Y/N). After that night, he left the island, and (Y/N) had no idea. She woke up the next morning, and notice he was gone. It confused her that day. Where the hell did he go?

She spent that whole day after searching for him. She went around Marley, but she never found him.

As the weeks went on, (Y/N) began to not feel like herself. She felt sick all the time, and she was very tired. She always blamed it on stress, but a few of her friends were concerned with her behavior. They didn't like the way she was acting. (Y/N) never looked good either.

After some arguments with friends, she decided to just finally go see the doctor. She explained to the doctor about her symptoms, he was concerned with how sick she was, and how she was fatigued most of the time.

"I'm going to run a few tests (Y/N), we should figure out what's going on" he said.

(Y/N) had multiple tests run on her, and what the doctor told her was shocking.

"Congratulations! Your expecting a baby"

Those words made her whole world stop.

She was pregnant? She never imagined in her entire life she would get pregnant, even with how young she was. (Y/N) knew who the dad was, it was Zeke for sure. She was the only man she was intimate with, but where was he?

The doctor explained her options. He explained that if she wanted to terminate it he could, but she insisted that she wanted to keep the baby. (Y/N) didn't want to let the opportunity slide, so she decided to keep it.

Her friends were extremely supportive of her and the baby. Thing was, they weren't exactly happy with who the dad was. They all shamed Zeke for leaving, in a way, her friends made it seem like Zeke only wanted to have sex with her. Nothing more than a one-night stand.

This made (Y/N) extremely emotional.

Many questions ran through her head during that month. Did Zeke only want her for one thing and one thing only? Did he lie about how he felt about her? So many questions with little answers.

Zeke on the other hand, had no idea she was pregnant. The time that they met fell at an unfortunate time, he had to head back to Paradis to obtain Eren. (Y/N) had no idea about these plans, and it sort of slipped Zeke's mind. His intention was to never leave her like that, he didn't have a choice.

She had some support from her best friend Mia (random name). Mia helped a lot with anything that she needed, and (Y/N) was extremely grateful for her. Without Mia, (Y/N) probably would have been so lonely.

"Imagine if it's a girl (Y/N)! A little you running around" Mia said.

Mia had been more excited than (Y/N) was for this baby. She dreamt about her best friend having a baby, and becoming an aunt or a God-parent.

As much as (Y/N) was excited, she couldn't help but feel those dark thoughts sometimes. She always thinks about Zeke, and she feels so much sadness run through her whenever she does.

"Are you thinking about him again?" Mia asked and looked at her.

(Y/N) nodded. "No! I'm fine, I just feel really moody right now. This pregnancy has made my hormones go all over the place" she replied and tried to seem convincing.

Mia had to deal with so much when it came to her best friend being pregnant. The mood swings, cravings, constantly peeing, and constant sleep. (Y/N) was thankful though, without Mia, she would have been stressed out to the max.

"I'll rip his damn head off (Y/N). You know I'm capable of that" she said and looked at her friend.

(Y/N) chuckled. "You won't need to do that. I think I want to nap being honest, so you can go if you'd like" she said and smiled.

Mia stood up. "Alright, well you know where I'm at if you need me" she said and made her way towards the door.

She watched as Mia exited. (Y/N) felt a sad wave hit her all at once, the emotions she felt were the usual. She felt tears fall down her cheeks as she thought about Zeke again. Was she really just a one-night stand to him? A woman who he got in bed just for one night?

(Y/N) went to her bed and began to sob. Her emotions running wild, and coming out once again. She's had countless days where she'd cry about it, who could blame her? The woman was pregnant and all she had was her friends.

All she had was the memory of him.

As the weeks went on, she began to feel a bit better. She actually put on a genuine smile, and she wasn't faking it. Her friends told her to not stress, it wasn't good for the baby. She had to take that in. (Y/N) was feeling better about herself, she went out with Mia and looked at different baby items that would be needed.

She had gotten a few items. (Y/N) was quite prepared for her baby, and she was very careful. Even being only about 2 or 3 months along.

But she was in for quite the situation.

(Y/N) stood looking outside her window. It was a warm and sunny day, she missed the summer breeze. It always reminded her of how beautiful the world was. She noticed some people beginning to run in the same direction.

"They're back!"

"Do you think they got him?"

(Y/N) was confused as to who was being talked about. She began to follow the people, and she noticed a pretty large crowd formed.

She noticed Mia was there. "What's going on?" (Y/N) asked.

She looked back at her. "I'm not sure... I'm just as curious as you are" Mia replied.

That's when she felt time stop.

Zeke was standing there with Reiner badly wounded. What the hell happened? As much as she wanted to run up to him, she knew she couldn't. Reiner and Zeke looked horrible.

"Where is Eren!?"

"Yeah! You promised to bring back the founding titan!"

Zeke just stood there quiet. The mission was a failure. Bertholdt was dead, and Paradis now had his power.

His eyes scanned the area as he noticed a familiar (h/c) haired girl standing there. (Y/N). Zeke noticed how upset she looked, he wasn't sure why, but he wanted to know.

"Let's go (Y/N)" Mia said and grabbed her arm.

She lead her away from the crowd. "Mia, what the hell happened? Who is Eren? What do they want with him?" she asked.

Mia sighed. "Couldn't tell you, all I heard was that they went with each other" she replied. "I guess we know where Zeke went after all this time..." she added.

(Y/N) looked down and stood by her friend. She didn't want to face him right now, it would be too much for her.

Zeke had been taken to the infirmary along with Reiner. Both were injured and needed to be checked on.

"Your injuries are minor, but it'll take you awhile to heal.." the nurse said and looked at Zeke.

He nodded. "May I request a visitor?" he asked.

The nurse furrowed her brows. "Are you sure about that? I can get someone to do that" she asked.

Zeke ran a hand through his hair. "Yes I'm sure, please get me (Y/N) (L/N) please" he replied.

She nodded. "Very well, I'll be right back" she said and exited the room.

Zeke waited as his heart began to race, he wanted to explain everything to her about the mission. She never knew about it, he didn't want her to worry that day, so he kept what he was doing out of it.

"Zeke?" The nurse said and entered the room.

He looked up and noticed she wasn't with the nurse. "Where is she?" he asked.

She sighed. "I'm not sure why but (Y/N) refused to see you. I can't force her, I'm sorry" she replied.

What the hell was up with her? She was avoiding him now? He knew leaving her so fast was kind of not a good idea. Zeke needed to talk to her as soon as possible.

Three days had gone by, and he hadn't seen (Y/N) around Marley. She had been a ghost. He wasn't sure where she could be, but he wanted to know.

(Y/N) did her best to avoid him. She did her shopping at odd hours, or she would make Mia do things for her. Mia completely understood, but she didn't want her to run away forever.

Mia sat in a bar by herself. She wanted (Y/N) to come for some company, but she was having morning sickness, so that was a huge no.

She noticed Pieck enter the bar. She had her crutch with her, since she spent so much time in her titan form, she forgot how to actually walk like a human.

"You look like you've seen better days" Pieck said and sat next to her.

Mia looked over. "Same to you" she replied and took a sip of her drink.

Pieck never knew Mia well. "Well.. when your mission becomes a total failure, you feel like shit so" she said and shrugged.

Mia laughed a little. "Hm... it can't be as bad as your best friend being a pregnant hormonal mess" she said.

The dark haired girl nodded. "Ah pregnancy huh? Why bring a child into this world" she said and leaned against the table.

"Not sure but it happened, (Y/N) deserves better though" Mia said and shrugged.

Pieck stopped. (Y/N)? She had heard Zeke talking about her during the mission, and pretty recently. Was that the girl he was trying to speak to? She heard his constant rant about this woman ignoring him.

"Excuse me.. I need to leave" Pieck said and began to make her way to find Zeke.

Mia found it odd how quickly the girl left. She shrugged and kept drinking. Pieck rushed as quickly as she could to find him.

"Zeke!" she yelled as she saw him talking with Reiner.

He furrowed his brows noticing her quick pace. "Something wrong Pieck?" he asked.

She looked at him. "Do you know (Y/N)?" she asked.

Zeke looked at Reiner and back at Pieck. "Yes... why?" he asked.

She nodded. "Did you know she was pregnant?" she asked.

His mind totally stopped when those words came out of Pieck. She was pregnant!? Maybe that's why she was avoiding him.

"I had no idea... excuse me, I need to go" Zeke said and began to make his way to her house.

(Y/N) sat in her home exhausted. Her morning sickness was horrible, so she spent most of the day in her bed and napping. She heard a knock at her front door. She assumed that it was Mia.

"Mia I-" she opened the door and saw Zeke standing there.

She stood there for a moment in shock. "(Y/N)... can we talk please?" he asked.

She sighed. "Come in.." she replied and moved so he could come in.

Zeke entered her home and watched as she shut the door. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked.

She furrowed her brows. "About what? What is there to talk about!?" she asked.

He rolled his eyes. "That you're pregnant!? What else?!" he replied.

Silence flooded the room between the two. "So you do know.." she said and sat down on her couch.

"I don't understand why you never told me. I've been here for days" he said.

She felt anger rushing through her. "Tell you? Why would I? You left me that day. You left me after we had SEX Zeke! You know how that made me feel? You made me feel like I was a one-night stand. I never knew you were going to leave like that" she yelled.

Zeke looked at her. "I'm sorry (Y/N). I should have told you that I had to go, I didn't want to worry you. Everything was at the wrong time" he replied.

She crossed her arms and shook her head. "You worried me 10x more when you left me that day, again" she said.

He felt horrible in the moment. "I know... I wanted to tell you" he said.

(Y/N) ran a hand down to her belly which was slowly getting bigger. "So why are you here?" she asked.

He looked up confused. "What? That's a stupid question. I'm here because I know I got you pregnant, who the fuck do you think I am (Y/N)? Some guy who bangs a girl, gets them pregnant, and then leaves? I care about you that's why I'm here. I want to be here for OUR child. If I didn't give a shit, I wouldn't have bothered showing up here" he replied.

She fell silent as he spoke, she didn't know what to say. "I'm about 3 months.." she said and looked down.

Zeke nodded and stood up. "I'm sorry for leaving you that day. Please forgive me" he said and held her hand.

She bit her lip and looked around. "I can forgive you Zeke, but how do I know you're gonna leave again?" she asked.

"I'll be more honest with you. This mission came fast and there wasn't much I could do to stop it" he replied.

(Y/N) nodded. "I see..." she said and looked at him.

He ran his hand down to her belly. "May I?" he asked.

She shook her head. "Yes" she replied and lifted her shirt a bit.

Zeke looked at how big her belly had gotten, it wasn't huge, but it was noticeable that she was bigger. He lied his head on her belly, and pulled her hips closer to him. The sight alone made her heart flutter. She ran her fingers through his hair.

"I can't wait to meet them, I don't have much time left" he said and looked down.

She nodded. "What do you mean?" she asked and furrowed her brows.

Zeke felt a bit emotional in the moment. "Curse of Ymir remember? I don't have much time left (Y/N).. I want to make it worth it for you and them" he said and stood up.

She noticed the tears in his eyes. "Zeke.. don't worry. I'll make sure it's worth it for you and the baby" she said and smiled a bit.

He wiped his eyes a bit. "I'd love that (Y/N), I promise I won't leave you ever again" he replied and hugged her.

She put her head on his chest. "Promise?" she asked.

He smiled. "I promise" he replied.

[quillsandtypos]

Smiling in the Background

Summary: Reggie discusses his parents divorce with sunset curve for the first time. The reader opens up to Reggie about their own experience.

Warnings: comfort angst and talk about divorce

Words: 2.4k

Pairings: none but could be interpreted as reggie x reader

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Reggie knew his place in the group. He was the funny but lovable dumbass. If you needed a laugh you came to him. He was used to being overlooked and underappreciated. But he knew that his friends didn’t feel that way about him, they were always there for him when he needed it, not that he did; but it was still nice to know that they had his back.

But as the boys, and Reggie, grew older things shifted out of place. At their core they still had similar morals and principles to their personalities, but the trauma that they had developed would become a part of them as well.

Alex was first to endure that kind of trauma; when his parents didn’t react well to him coming out, he was devastated. The guys of course had already known about him being gay for years. They comforted him when he came to band practice the next day crying because of his parents' words. The boys promised him that he always had a family with them, a family that accepted him.

Luke was the second. At first the band didn’t know exactly what happened. Luke wasn’t very good at hiding his emotions, and they knew his relationship with his parents wasn’t the greatest at the time, but they didn’t know exactly what happened until they accidentally walked in on him playing one day, completely in tears. Luke told them what had happened and the song that he was writing to cope. By the next week the three had gotten together to write the instrumental to the song. They surprised Luke with it, and it was enough to make him smile, even if it was only for a second.

It took Reggie a long while to even admit to himself what was happening in his world. Something like this couldn’t be happening to him. He was supposed to be the funny guy of the group. How could he be the safe and comforting grounds for everyone else to walk upon when he couldn’t walk upon the grounds himself? He didn’t tell the group for quite awhile, he didn’t want to bother them with his own problems; he knew Luke and Alex were dealing with their own shit.

But he didn’t need to tell him, they knew something was up, long before he did. Words were only spoken about it once. It was a beautiful summer day and they were practicing in the studio. The group was cracking jokes and smiling. Reggie was smiling too, but it was obvious to those that knew him well that it was fake.

“Reg?” spoke Alex.

He forced a smile, “Yeah?”

Alex looked worried, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, totally!” Reggie lied.

Alex gave him a knowing look and Reggie knew he couldn’t lie to one of his best friends.

He glanced down to avoid eye contact. “It’s kinda a long story,” he murmured.

Alex took a spot next to him on the couch. “I’ve got time, if you want to tell it,” he assured him.

By that point the other two had caught on to the more serious atmosphere, and had turned around to watch.

“Reg you know we’re here for you man, right?” Luke asked, as he gripped Reggie’s shoulder rather tightly.

“Yeah, yeah I know. I just don’t wanna bother you guys, you’re dealing with your own stuff anyways, you probably don’t need my stuff anyways right?” Reggie joked. He forced himself to laugh and smile but no one in the room bought it for a second. They all had somber faces and looked at him through worried eyes.

“Reggie, you are never a bother to us,” Alex reassured him.

Luke nodded.

“Yeah what he said,” Bobby agreed.

Reggie took a look at all of his friends' faces and decided that he would tell them. He told them about how it started off with arguing at night, but it was quiet enough that he could ignore it. Then it turned to comments during the day that they thought he wouldn’t notice, which he did. Then it was screaming so loud in the middle of the night that he could hear it upstairs even with a pillow over his head. He told them everything, and they listened to all of it. Occasionally nodding to let him know that they were still listening. When he was done talking his breath was shaky and there were still tears rolling down his cheeks.

Bobby offered him a tissue box that he gladly took.

After a few moments of silence and them watching him, he felt the need to break it.

“I’m still the funny guy though, so don’t any of you think you can take my place,” he playfully threatened. The group broke into small grins but they quickly faded.

“The funny guy can still be sad. Being funny doesn’t mean the absence of being human,” Alex consoled him.

“Besides, you’re so much more than the funny guy. You’re an amazing friend, a great bassist, and you’re one of the nicest people I know,” Luke continued. Other than when he was talking about his parents, Reggie didn’t think he had ever seen Luke look so serious.

“And you make a mean sandwich,” Bobby added. Alex lightly smacked his leg.

“Ow! I was just trying to make him smile,” Bobby defended himself.

Reggie genuinely laughed at that.

“Thanks guys,” Reggie said, as he looked at all of them.

From that point on it was a said but unsaid thing. Reggie never really talked about it, but the guys knew when the fighting had gotten especially bad that night. They always offered a listening ear but never pushed him. But when Reggie died, he didn’t know what would happen to his parents. He never brought it up, with Caleb and everything it seemed like an unimportant matter.

But when Julie introduced you to the band, that seemed like an important matter to him. Another alive human being could see them, even if they weren’t playing. You came to know all of them fairly well, but you clicked the most with Reggie. He’d sometimes come visit you at school, just to say hello only to poof back out a couple moments later. He’d just sit in your room as you did homework, occasionally interrupting your homework to ask you a question or two about the world nowadays; not that you minded, you enjoyed talking to him.

Today was one of those days, it had been a week or so since Caleb’s stamps had been removed, and you were grateful to even be having a conversation with him.

Reggie already knew you had divorced parents, you had mentioned it off handedly the second week he knew you. Everyone else seemed to brush passed it, but he continued to watch you for a moment, noticing the way you couldn’t make eye contact with him; the same thing he had done, all those years ago.

But it wasn’t until this moment that it was brought up again. You had said something about needing to pack to go to your mom’s house when he remembered.

“Oh right, you have divorced parents too,” he reminded himself.

You realized what he just said. “Wait, you’re parents are divorced?”

Then you realized what you had just said. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that,” you apologized.

“No it’s okay, truthfully I don’t really know,” he admitted.

You had a curious look on your face, but you said nothing, since it wasn’t any of your business.

He paused for a minute before continuing. “My parents always fought and they seemed to be having a lot of issues right before I died, but when we went to where my house used to be, my house wasn’t there anymore. I don’t know if they ever ended up getting a divorce or not, I just kinda assumed they had,” he explained.

You thought of something but hesitated slightly.

“What?” he asked.

You bit your lip. “Well do you want to know?”

You definitely had peaked his interest. “How could we know?”

“Well I mean it’s 2021, I’m sure we could find them on the internet or in a phone book somehow,” you nervously suggested.

“Sure, but can you do me a favor?” he asked.

“Yeah, of course,” you responded softly.

“Can you find it and just tell me? I don’t think I can take the searching around,” he admitted. He looked so fragile in that moment, like at any second he could break. You immediately agreed. You looked through google using his last name, sifting through anything you could find.

After about ten minutes of searching you managed to find some court proceedings with his last name on it.

“Was this their names?” you questioned as you showed him the names on the paper.

“Yeah,” Reggie responded.

You scrolled through the rest of the papers. You anxiously looked up at his depressed face. “Your parents got the divorce finalized five months after your death,” you concluded.

Reggie sighed, “I guess I was the thing keeping together.” He emphasized the was in his sentence.

You looked him in the eye with a sort of passion that could only be recreated by someone who had gone through similar pain. “Reggie, you can’t blame yourself like that. Divorces are between the parents, it has nothing to do with you.”

“And yet somehow it feels like we're the ones who get hurt the most doesn’t it?” he asked, as he turned to you.

You felt your eyes start to water, “Yeah, something like that,” you agreed.

“Why is it that way?” you wondered aloud.

He turned his body to face you.

“I just mean, why do parents act like we’re unaffected by it and that we don’t get any decisions on what happens to us in the matter, but we’re the ones who have to deal with choices they made,” you ranted.

“You wanna talk about what happened to you?” Reggie offered.

You took one look into his eyes, and you knew you couldn’t stop the flood gates from opening.

A few tears leaked out of your eyes. “It was several years ago, I should just be used to it,” you complained.

“Just because it happened in the past doesn’t mean the pain is in the past.” He looked a little impressed with himself with what he just said.

You smiled slightly at his face. “Yeah, I suppose your right.” You wiped off the tear running down your cheek.

He looked at you to continue.

“But there isn’t much to explain, I have one parent who is a bitch and the other isn’t bad,” you explained. You shakily laughed.

“You don’t have to tell me anything, but I doubt that’s all of it,” Reggie spoke softly. You were vulnerable, and you hated vulnerability. But you knew that Reggie would keep this side of you a secret for as long as you needed him to, that’s what friends are for. And you also knew that he understood your situation better than anyone, he was in the same boat himself.

So you decided to tell him the whole story.

“When I was around thirteen I started noticing things were off, I wasn’t sure of what yet, but there were these little moments where I knew that the fight was getting worse,” you started.

“There were some moments where the events didn’t make sense. I wasn’t entirely sure what was happening. There was a barrier coming into play and I didn’t know where it was, but I knew it was there,” you explained.

“I was young, but I knew that my childhood was coming to an end. As a kid you put your parents up on these pedestals, and then divorce hits, and things get uncovered and you realize no one is as high up as you believe them to be. Not that their marriage was ever completely stable anyways, but somethings become natural, no matter how bad they are for you.” Reggie looked at you with watery eyes, he really did get exactly what you went through.

“But as I got older they got worse, but when they told me they were getting a divorce it didn’t really surprise me. I knew they had been fighting for years, and it didn’t come as a shock to most people in my family, so I guess I wasn’t the only one who noticed.”

Reggie held a sad smile on his face for an instant, “They usually tend to know before the parents do.”

“Well they definitely did in my case, and to make matters worse they battled it out in court. Which meant that I had to battle it out in court,” you paused to collect your thoughts and wipe your nose.

“Well I didn’t actually go to the court but I had to fight my own parents to get equal time with the both of them,” you admitted.

“Y/n I’m so sorry you had to go through that,” Reggie consoled you.

You squeezed your eyes shut to get the final tears to come out.

“It’s okay, it was a long time ago, and I probably didn’t have it as bad as some people,” you reasoned.

He placed his hand on your knee. “A wise person once told me that even though someone’s suffering is worse, it doesn’t erase your own,” Reggie offered.

“That’s really smart, who said that?” you asked.

Reggie thought for a moment before breaking into a large grin. “No idea, but I think they had the right idea though.”

You laughed at that, though he wasn’t wrong, it was a good idea.

You placed your hand on his knee. “Thank you Reggie.”

He patted your leg, “Anytime y/n, anytime.”

“And you know I’m always here for you right?” you promised.

He looked like you had said the most obvious thing of all time. “Yeah, I can poof to you at any time.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m serious, Reg.”

His face grew serious again in acknowledgement. “Yes, I know.”

“So if you ever wanna go find your parents house, you know where to find me,” you offered.

“I will make sure to remember that.”

“Good, then I will see you tomorrow,” you told him, as you got up.

“Not if I see you first!” he yelled out at you.

“You’re a dork!” you yelled back, though you couldn’t deny the smile on your face that replaced the sad one from earlier.

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

Lost boys with a drug addicted s/o pls or if you’re not comfortable doing drug drugs could it just be a stoner girlfriend mercí I just got officially clean and starting my clean streak so I’ve converted to weed instead of LSD, acid and heroin I’m pretty proud of myself :)❤️

I'm not comfortable with doing a drug addicted s/o specifically, but I'm more than willing to do a stoner s/o!! Here you go and I'm very proud of you as well!!!

Poly!Lost Boys x Stoner S/O

You met the boys through Paul (obviously). He had smelled the weed on you (whether that was from his vampiric sense of smell or not is debatable) and he didn't hesitate to ask you where you got your stuff. The two of you went back and forth a bit, and the two of you decided to sesh together

It started as a simple friendship and later lead to a few makeouts here or there before Paul was introducing you to the rest of the gang. It didn't take long for them to decide you were cool to stay

All the boys smoke, but to different degrees and they're all definitely okay with you being a stoner yourself

Paul is definitely the main stoner of the group, so the two of you get Blazed™. You can share a supply and maybe even buy stuff from the same people. He's almost always carrying weed on him, so he's ready in case you wanna spark a buzz under the boardwalk. The two of you pig out on munchies and listen to music while laying on the floor of the cave. He'll play his guitar for you and the two of you might even jam a little. It usually ends in sloppy make-out sessions, cuddling, and the two of you talking about whatever comes to mind. In fact, he's definitely the type to ramble when he's high and you can ask him whatever you want. He's gone on quite a few conspiracy rants, but also just rants on how pretty you are. He's overall just really happy he can share this with you, and the two of you are the poster board stoner couple. He'll buy you bongs as a present istg and definitely makes stoner jokes with you. "What time is it, sugar?" "4:20" "Nice"

Marko smokes but definitely not nearly as much as Paul. He likes to get a good buzz, but not wasted. He leaves that for you and Paul. Instead, he'll egg both of you on to do dumb shit and spend the night having you two be his own personal entertainment. Marko will definitely take you on munchie runs with him, and the two of you will fuck around in the grocery store. He'll let you pick whatever snacks you want, and the two of you started laughing uncontrollably the one time you accidentally dropped a pack of sodas and they exploded. Marko is definitely the most likely to get you in trouble when you're high, and the two of you have often been asked by security guards if you've been "using drugs" that night. Marko will give him a grin, and then bam the two of you are running in the direction of his bike. You and Marko are prone to giggle fits on the couch that Marko almost always makes worse by tickling you, and he'll definitely try to get you to tell him how much you like him. The two of you accidentally zone out while watching a movie, and the others have to snap you out of it like two hours later. Is usually the king of pda but being high makes him even more touchy. Will just lay on you if he feels like he needs cuddles

David smokes but prefers his cigs. He only wants a small buzz, because he still likes to be in control (but he also doesn't want to feel left out). Is the type to definitely watch you and let you do dumb shit, only to save you last second. David just gets chill whenever he's high, so he'll have you sit in his lap and the two of you will just relax and talk about nonsense. Gets munchies, but isn't a picky eater so he just sends Marko to get whatever. David is definitely the type that likes to mess with people when they're high, so he might tease you or make your food look like something gross. You write it off as just being a little too stoned until you find out what they are and then it's "very not cool, David". Will definitely take you to do dumb shit and do his best to freak you out, but wouldn't put you in any actual danger. After you've been dating for awhile, David will just take you out to the cliffs whenever you get stoned and he'll tell you about all the stuff he's experienced (mainly because he doesn't expect you to remember any of it anyways). Very cute moments of the two of you sitting on his bike as he talks about his life, your head on his shoulder and his hands over yours

Dwayne isn't a really big stoner, and is usually pretty quiet on a normal day. Weed just makes him sleepy and even more reserved, so the two of you are pretty much tethered to the couch whenever you get high together. You'll put on a movie, grab some food, and just lay on the couch while the two of you zone out for hours. He becomes way more affectionate when he's high, but don't let him lay his head on your chest unless you want a giant sleeping vampire to keep you from getting up for the next few hours. Dwayne is definitely the type of smoker to get paranoid by large groups, so the two of you will end up staying at the cave. You'll probably end up having a higher tolerance than him, so if the two of you are out and about you'll have to do some things for him (i.e. ordering food, talking to people, etc.) When Dwayne's high, he just wants attention. Whether that's kissing, playing with his hair, or just laying down together, it doesn't matter. He wants reassurance that you're near and will probably look at you with a sleepy, adoring look on his face. Might murmur about how you smell nice, but don't tease him about it later or else he'll refuse to speak to you for like an hour

Also, you'll probably never need to buy weed again if you're dating these boys and that's that on that