#i have a headache but it was gooood

[yousaytomato]

Heathers: The Musical kind of ruled

[t-lostinworlds]

the one thing about late periods is they always somehow feel much worse than if they were on time. it's like they're trying to make up for being late like "HELLO I'M SORRY I'M LATE I'M HERE NOW AND I NEED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT I AM, IN FACT, HERE TODAY BY ADDING EXTRA PAIN ON RANDOM PARTS OF YOUR BODY! I HOPE YOU DIDN'T MISS ME TOO MUCH"

[despairforme]

[yoditopascal]

Sweetest Pie

summary: The Worst Logan isn’t so bad after all. (logan/wolverine x fem black reader)

content warning: Wade is your best friend that’s a warning all on its own, some angst (like literally the tiniest bit) cussing, mutual pining, making out, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v, dirty talking? (I’m so bad at writing it lmaoo), creampie, actual pie, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it fellas), dacryphilia, post DP&W, breaking the bed, scent kink, overstimulation, he technically sniffs your underwear??, Deadpool being Deadpool, MINORS DNI

a/n: The Sweetest Pie by Megan the Stallion is playing in the background while y’all fuck, that’s all.

tag list: @allmyn1ghts @figsnpassionfruits @dragonqueen89 @shebby-the-webby

Ducking down out of the way, Wade just barely makes it out of the line of fire as a glass mug hits the wall behind him, shattering on impact.

“You wanna run that by me again bub?”

“That was my favorite mug!”

“Repeat what you fucking said!” He snarls, hand balled into tight fists, it’s taking everything in his power not to maul the idiot with his claws….again

“All I said was you're more pent up than a nun doing squats in a cucumber field!” Wade said looking back at the wall, there was already a dent forming, one of many that had been popping up since the older mutant had decided to move in with him.

It's been 3 months since Logan started living with Wade and Blind Al and he’s about fucking had it. Laura had moved out after the first month, needing her own space, but she still frequently visited, he honestly was tempted to join her but figured she wouldn’t want her old man around all the time cramping her style.

Logan could feel a headache coming on as he pinched the bridge of his nose as Wade spoke again.

“You, my little honey badger, are lacking in the hanky panky department and no amount of self loving in the bathroom mirror at midnight is gonna fix that.”

“What the fuck does that even mean?” He asked, sometimes he felt like instead of forming actual sentences Wade just put a bunch of random shit together so he could hear himself speak.

“Oh my gooood you’re so old, I’m talking about sex grandpa, you know, fucking? The horizontal hula? Bumping uglies? Filling the cream donut?”

“Stop.” Logan said with a look of disgust.

“I can smell your sexual frustration from here.” Wade groaned. “You need to spend a little less time brooding around the house like you're a DC character, and maybe spend a little more time doing hot yoga.” He was as he holds up a finger and boops Logan on the nose.

Logan swats his hand away but Wade continues paying no mind to his attitude as he points toward the front door.

“It just so happens that I know a great friend o’ mine who’d have absolutely no problems taming the beast for you bub and oh look at that, she happens to live right across the hall.” He said with a wink

“Don’t bring her into this.” Logan said, waving him off as he went to sit on the couch. Unfortunately Wade knew exactly how he felt about you, having figured it out during their whole ordeal with his variants, Paradox and Cassandra and the bastard had yet to let him live it down.

“Come on Wolvie you can cut the sexual tension you two have with a knife, it’s so thick!” He groans again, throwing himself on the couch beside him dramatically. “It might even be thicker than ours!” Wade said as he leans on Logan’s shoulder fluttering his scarred eyes at him. He shrugs him off, turning the tv on hoping the sound of whatever was on would drown him out but Wade just kept going.

“Stop being a pussy and talk to her!”

“Oh like how you talked to Vanessa?” He snapped back, his anger reaching its limit.

“First of all, we’re a working progress right now and second of all, ouch! Who hurt you?”

Growing tired of Wade and his endless jabbering Logan stood going to grab his jacket from the closet so he could leave.

“Where are you huffing and puffing off too big bad wolf?”

“Anywhere but here.” He said slamming the door shut behind him.

After a few drinks at Sister Margaret's and time to cool his head, Logan returns home to get some chores out of the way. He was far over due to wash his stuff and his hero costume was really starting to fuck with his nose, so, shoving a few handfuls of quarters from Al’s disco dust fund jar into his pockets,he loaded up his hamper and heads down to the laundry room in the basement.

Upon entering he almost immediately bumps into you. You were kicking the dryer when he found you, pissed because it ate your quarters, not paying attention to your surroundings at all.

Digging around in his pockets he bumps his shoulder to yours to get your attention. Startled you nearly jumped out of your skin as he held a hand up in surrender, not meaning to scare you.

“Sorry, just thought I’d offer up some of mine.” He said, pulling a handful of change from his back pocket.

“Oh. that’s ok, I’m-” you start but are stopped when he grabs your hands with one of his and unceremoniously dumps the change into your palms.

“I wasn’t suggesting, take 'em I got more than enough.”

With a silent nod you thank him as he shrugs you off with a “Don’t mention it.”

Logan starts to load up his laundry into the washer next to yours, watching you out of the corner of his eye as you toss your wet clothes into the dryer. You don’t notice as a piece of yellow fabric falls to the floor between you, Logan turns his head to say something, at first not realizing what it was, until it dawns on him that, holy shit, it's a pair of your underwear…and they had Wolverine on them.

They were boxer briefs, nothing inherently sexy about them, but the scent they gave off, clean laundry soap mixed with the smell of your core had Logan reeling.

A small smirk crawled across his face as he started to imagine you wearing them around your house, nothing else adorning your body except for an oversized tee shirt that looked eerily like one of his own, he thought it was cute. Turning his head back to finish his task he kept loading his clothes not showing interest in the underwear to keep from making things awkward. One thing he couldn't deny was your scent. The scent of your core that lingered on the fabric was making his head swim, it was utterly intoxicating, this definitely didn't help with growing his frustration.

After he loaded the washer he pulled a flask from his pocket taking a shot of liquor inside to compose himself as he realized you still hadn’t noticed you dropped them. “You uh dropped something sweetheart.” he nodded towards them. Horrified, you snatch them up and throw them in the dryer.

“Oh god I-I’m sorry! I-“ you start to stutter, at a complete loss for words you slam the dryer lid close and grab your basket ready to leave and hide away in your apartment for the rest of your life until Logan stops you with a strong hand that engulfs your wrist.

“No I-uh I get it. He was your hero right?”

“Yeah he was… but so are you!” You started but quickly press a fist to your forehead in frustration.

“Sorry I don’t want you to feel like you're obligated to live up to him or anything, you’re your own person! I just-“ you were interrupted by Logan closing the distance between you. In your frustration a few of your locs had slipped from your ponytail and were hanging in your face. Logan reached towards you moving one from your face tucking it behind your ear, his bright hazel eyes scanning you carefully taking in your features with a smirk.

“You don’t have to explain yourself.” He said, your scent was sending his sensing into overdrive, he could smell your sweat mixed with the soap you used with the spicy aroma of your arousal starting to peek through.

You look down to the ground still slightly embarrassed but mostly warm from the close proximity before you feel a finger lift your chin causing your gaze to meet Logan’s once more. “S-sorry I ramble when I’m nervous.” It came out almost as a whisper, causing Logan to chuckle. It was an annoying habit you had picked up from your best friend Wade over the years he noticed. The intensity of his stare was starting to send your stomach into knots but not in a bad way.

The sound of the laundry room door opening and closing as another tenant enters quickly separates them. Silently the pair looked away from each other as the tenant loaded up his belongings in the open washer. He quickly spared a passing glance between the two of you who awkwardly tried to stare at anything but each other before shrugging his shoulders and leaving.

An awkward silence blanket over the two of you as you shuffle your feet before you scooped up your basket again.

“Listen Logan-“

“Darlin I-“

You both started at the same time. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest causing your cheeks to feel warm. You smiled down at your feet and tucked another stray loc behind your ear before Logan spoke again.

“You first.”

“I was just gonna ask, did you maybe wanna come over for dinner tonight?”

Logan thought of a million different reasons why he shouldn’t. As if you could see the hesitation across his face you spoke up again.

“Before you say no, I got booze. Something a bit stronger than what I normally drink but it’s right up your alley. It was a gift from Wade.”

Of course it was from Wade.

“I’m also making pie.”

Well shit.

He let out a small sigh, looking down at your big pleading doe eyes before he shrugged; “Sure,why not.” Afterall how could he say no to you when you looked like that?

He could almost imagine Wade fist pumping the air in excitement at the aspect of the two spending alone time together, the blubbering idiot.

You flashed Logan another bright smile before heading to leave, you paused in the doorway for millisecond, before asking “See you at 7?”

“It’s a date doll.”

Seven o’clock rolled around much too quickly for either of them. Logan was busy fussing with his hair in the mirror trying to get the tufts of hair that usually stick up to lay down when Wade walked into the bathroom unceremoniously.

“Don’t you look positively ravishing tonight, got a hot date peanut?”

“Fuck off.” He growls, giving up with his hair and going to throw on a flannel over his wife beater.

“Wait, you do! Holy dick cheese Batman it’s finally happening!” Wade squealed excitedly

“What the hell are you even doing in here?” Logan asked in the doorway of the bathroom observing Wade, he was dressed in a tee shirt and a pair of hello kitty pajama pants and slippers, Logan rolled his eyes before heading to the kitchen to grab a beer.

“Had to take a shit, thanks for asking, but don’t change the subject!” Wade said following him into the kitchen “Who’s the lucky gal?” He asked leaning on the island, his head propped dreamily on his fist. “Or guy we don’t judge here. Wait wait wait! It's not who I think it is, is it?”

Logan didn’t say anything as he guzzled down his drink pre-gaming for the night, turning to grab another from the fridge before plopping down on the couch behind him.

At his silence Wade kicked his feet and clapped his hands excitedly, swinging around in his seat to look at Logan. Mary Puppins barked from her spot on the couch beside him.

“Fuck the Bachelorette and Love Island! The producers are going to make a killing outta this!” He paced excitedly flopping down beside him struggling to keep his composure. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?! We are gonna make millions, no fuck that billions off your sex tape alone! I mean you two love birds are going to blossom in internal passion as the stars align with the future of the virgin Mary!” He said hugging Logan from the side.

Confused as fuck he shrugs Wade off him with a frown as he stands to his feet looking at his roommate with a raised brow. Downing the last of his beer he puts the empty bottle on the counter and heads for the door not wanting to be late.

“Oooh don’t forget to wear a condom, peanut! Remember wrap it before you tap it, before you attack her wrap your whacker! And if you’re not gonna sack it, come home and-!“

Logan slams the door shut before Wade could finish anymore of his bullshit.

He raised his hand to knock at your door but hesitated for a moment. Memories of the you from his timeline flooded his brain for a brief moment and he lowered his hand. He had really fucked you over royally in his own timeline and then you had died before he had a chance to fix that. Was he even worth your time in this one?

He shook the thoughts from his head and squared his shoulders, this was his second chance, a chance to fix all the shit he messed up before and he’d be damned if he was gonna waste this opportunity.

Just as he raised his hand to knock again you tore the door open with wide eyes.

“Logan hi!”

“Hey- you ok kid? You look outta breathe.” He questioned looking you up and down in concern while also unabashedly checking you out.

“Y-yeah I’m sorry I was about to come over and ask Wade if I could borrow something but I-it’s fine come on in!” you said ushering him in before the door behind you both.

The inside of your apartment is cute. The layout is much the same as his own place that he shares with Wade and Blind Al but yours just felt a little more homey to him.

Movie posters and works of art decorated your walls, there was a bookcase in the living room full of all kinds of books and knick knacks that you had collected over the years. On a table by the tv was a record player with a decent sized stack of vinyls. The whole place just screamed you.

“Dinner’s just about ready!” You said drawing his attention back to you. You had changed clothes since he last saw you in the laundry room, your outfit hugging your soft curves in all the right places.

“I was comin’ over to see if Wade had some ice cream for the pie, but I guess we could go without it.” You said leading him into the dining room with a smile, you’re always smiling at him, he noticed. “I hope you like blueberry!”

Logan never thought he'd see the day where someone would cook a nice meal for him let alone the variant of someone he treated so callously before.

He winced internally trying not to think about that. He was here now, not in his old shitty universe where you were gone, but in a new one, one where he had friends, a daughter, a family. It was a chance to start over.

“Sounds great darlin, I’m starving.”

Once you sit down for dinner Logan immediately tucks in, he could smell what you were cooking hours ago from across the hall and damn if it wasn’t the best thing he ever put in his stomach.

The two of you made light conversation as you ate, you poured yourself a glass of wine while Logan had the hard stuff, single malt scotch on the rocks. It had been a gift from Wade after one of his missions, an expensive one at that, and Logan savored every drop of it.

After a few more drinks the pair cleared their empty plates, wrapping up the leftovers of their meal up in portions so Logan could take some home with him. You were pulling the pie from the oven when you heard the telltale sound of running water, looking over you see Logan, rolling up his sleeves with a dish towel draped over his shoulder as he started to do the dishes.

You bite your lip to physically keep from moaning and embarrassing yourself on the spot, domesticity looked damn good on him.

His nose twitched as he smelled your arousal spike for a second, thinking it better to keep that to himself he shifted on his feet as he dried a dish and put it on the rack.

“You don’t have to-“ You started pulling off your oven mitts. They were Star Wars themed, nerdy like the rest of your apartment.

God you were such a geek! You thought flustered, while shoving them onto the counter behind you.

“Nah you cooked, it’s the least I could do.” He said not moving from his spot at the sink

“Logan.” You said firmly placing a hand on your hip. “You’re a guest.”

“And you cooked.” He reiterated,cocking an eyebrow your way. “I’m not budging on this darlin.”

You sigh defeatedly as you grab the towel from his shoulder. “Fine, at least let me help.”

The two of you do the dishes in silence, him washing and you drying, your fingers brushing against each other every so often.

“Dinner was great.” Logan said awkwardly trying to break the stifling silence that enveloped you.

“Good I’m glad you liked it.” You smiled down at your hands timidly, refusing to let him see you cheesing as hard as you were.

“Sorry for not being better company, I know you’re more used to people talkin’ your ear off.”

Wade begrudgingly crosses his mind.

"I'm just uh not so good with people. Makes me anxious.” He admitted, it took a lot for him to come out and say it but he was comfortable with you, he trusted you.

“I get it, I’m the same way that’s why I’m always around Wade. He usually does all the talking for me.” You say fondly thinking back to all the times Wade had been your emotional support extrovert.

Logan honestly had no idea how you put up with him.

“Besides I think your company’s just fine Logan, I like having you around.”

I like being around you too, he wanted to say but he couldn’t get it out. Instead he settled for brushing his shoulder against yours, a small smile dancing across his features as you smiled back up at him.

Flicking the water from your hand as you both finished up, you dry your hands on another rag before offer it up to Logan, his fingers brushing against yours for the umpteenth time that night.

When you look up he’s staring at you, his eyes taking in your features again, flickering between your face and your mouth. You can’t quite place what the emotion is behind his eyes but it makes your belly feel warm and your chest flutters.

Maybe it’s the alcohol you both had, though you know for a fact it takes a whole hell of a lot more than what you had to get you both drunk, but you could have sworn he was getting closer to you.

You start to back up just as he moves to close the distance between you. Chest to chest, or more like chest to sternum as he was almost a whole foot taller than you, Logan starts to lean down sniffing you as your back hits the counter behind you.

“Your heart’s racing.” He says

You had almost completely forgotten about his heightened senses. You were so nervous this whole evening, hoping that everything would go right, could he hear you this whole time? Oh god could he smell you?

“You smell good too.” He says moving to stroke your face with the back of his hand, confirming your fears. You clench your legs together tightly, hoping to at least dampen the smell of how wet you were becoming, causing him to chuckle.

“No use hiding it doll, I can smell you from a mile away.” He said leaning down so that his face is closer to yours.

“Logan…” you whisper. His eyes never leaving your mouth.

“Hm?”

“T-the pie…” You stuttered nervously as your own eyes drifted down to his mouth. You worked so hard on the pie you didn’t know if you’d hate it more if it went to waste or if he moved away from you at that moment.

You wanted more than anything for him to stay where he was, caging you in at the counter like a frightened little mouse.

“It can wait sweetheart.” He said, finally claiming your lips as his own.

He pulls back for a moment to look at you, dipping to place a gentle peck on your lips, as if he’s asking if this is ok.

You wrap your arms around him, dragging his mouth back down to yours, he moves his hands to the back of your thighs hoisting you up onto the counter behind you, grinding himself into you as the kiss deepens.

Logan hesitates in the kiss for a moment, pulling himself away from you as if he realizes something. When you try to lean back in and kiss him again he stops you, holding you at arm’s length searching your eyes for something, anything he could use to make you hate him in this timeline like you undoubtedly did in his old one but he found nothing but adoration.

“You-“ he starts to speak, his voice a little shaky “You don’t want this sweetheart, I’m not a good man.”

I’m not your hero, he meant to say.

You place a hand on his cheek rubbing softly at his mutton chops with your thumb.

“Please stop telling me what I fucking want.” You say leaning back in to peck at his lips. “I want you, not a hero, or this timeline’s Logan, or any other Logan out there, just you. You’re not the Worst Logan, you're just you and I want all of you.” You finish while leaning up into him, waiting for his response.

Raising an eyebrow and at a complete loss for words, having rarely heard you cuss, Logan smirks before leaning back down to meet you the rest of the way recapturing your lips with a “Yes ma’am.”

His right hand comes up to cup your jaw, gently running the pad of his thumb over the skin before running his hand up to weave his finger through your locs.

You hop off the counter, grabbing him by his flannel your mouth reconnects with his as you lead him into your bedroom, he kicks the door shut behind him.

You start to kiss down his jaw before Logan stops you with a growl. He picks you up and tosses you onto the bed before his lips reconnect with yours.

His hands find their way under your clothes to paw at you, as you free him from the confines of his flannel. Tossing it behind him, it hits your iPod dock causing music to start playing but neither of you care, too enraptured in each other to even notice. Logan pulls away from your mouth only long enough to pull your shirt over your head, his hands trailing down to pull down your pants and underwear next.

He grabs you by your hips dragging you to the edge of the bed, as he kneels down in front of you, eye level with your hot core.

You throw your head back with a moan at the first drag of his tongue. Your legs finding their way around his shoulders as he drags his nose and tongue up and down teasing you.

He presses his mouth against your clit, sucking on it before pulling away and flicking it with his tongue, drawing circles and nipping at it with his teeth.

Watching you through dark lashes, he drags his hand down your body bringing it to his mouth, he licks his finger, bringing it to your wet cunt as he slowly begins to move it in and out of you, curling it against your gummy walls searching until he finds the right spot. You let out a strangled half-sob as he leans back down pressing his mouth against your clit again, sucking and flicking at the hard nub.

“Shit,” you rasp out, reaching out for him. He knew you were getting close, he could tell from the way you pulsed around him as he added another finger.

Tears brimmed your eyes as you felt your orgasm building. “Please, right there!” You choked, eyes closing as you threw your head back.

“So fucking wet for me already and I barely touched you.” Logan chuckles. You stifled a noise as your impending orgasm builds in your gut.

“I-I’m gonna-!” You start to cry out but are cut off by a sob.

“I gotcha darlin, I’m right here.” He mumbles into your pussy as he reaches his free hand out to hold your hips open for him, your hands frantically bury themselves in his hair, desperate for something to hang on to. He carries on lapping at you as you squirm talking you through your orgasm as he rubbed his nose to your clit, drawing it out of you as his fingers continue to fuck in and out of you.

“That’s it sweetheart.” He sighs as he keeps fucking you on his fingers, his intensity increasing as he latches himself back onto your clit devouring you like a man starved, you come almost instantly. It’s when he looks up at you, hazel eyes dark and hungry, that you finally lose it, your second orgasm of the night ripping through like a freight train.

Standing back to his feet Logan licks your residue from his lips and fingers, chin glistening with your slick.

You sit up immediately grabbing at his belt, fingers rushed and fumbling with the buckle, he replaces your hands quickly unbuckling it before pulling the hem of his shirt up over his head.

Reaching behind you, you free your chest from your bra, just as he kicks his pants off. Logan pushes you backwards, your back hitting the soft mattress beneath you as he stalks over towards you on his hands and knees.

He inhales deeply through his nose taking in your scent, the aroma of you mixed with your arousal is intoxicating and is driving him absolutely feral, with a wet kiss he bites down hard where your neck and shoulder meet, where your scent’s the strongest, nearly drawing blood, before he’s back on you, covering your mouth with his own kissing you viciously as if you’d fade away from existence if he let you go.

He laps at the spot he had previously bitten you as he slowly pulls away, soothing the skin there. The mark was already gone, thanks to your healing factor, but god you could still feel it and you secretly ached that he’d do it again.

You soon feel the head of his cock running along your folds, it’s thick, and hot to the touch as he runs it along your slick hole. Then without warning he’s pushing into you, sheathing himself inside of you with a single thrust.

Logan threw his head back with a loud groan. He promised himself he’d go slow with you, take his take opening you up for him but fuck if this didn’t feel right, good it felt oh so good.

“Fuck” he grunts out into your mouth as he drops his head down to drag you into a hard smoldering kiss swallowing your moans as he sinks in fully.

He lets you adjust for a few moments before he pulls back and thrusts into you instinctively, repeating the harsh action as he begins to slowly pick up his pace. If you had been completely human, the force of his thrusts would’ve surely shattered your pelvis or at least threw them out of alignment.

Reaching up to grab onto the headboard of your bed to anchor himself Logan locks in fully, gripping the wood bar in a death grip as he pushes into you. You reach up too, grabbing a handful of sheets by your head with one hand and his hips with the other, desperate for something to anchor yourself with as Logan’s brutal pace has you reeling.

“L-Logan!” you cry out, body shaking from the force of his thrusts. His cock sinking deeper and deeper as he angles your legs over his shoulders, hitting that sweet spot inside of you repeatedly making your legs tremble in unadulterated pleasure.

An audible crack is heard from where Logan is still holding onto your headboard but you both could careless, your heads completely clouded over with lust.

Just when you were starting to think it was all too much, his thumb finds your clit again and starts to rub fierce quick little circles.

“Gimme one more darlin.” His voice is strained and rough, as he leans down to your neck inhaling your scent again as he licks up to your neck nipping at your jaw and neck as he pulls away.

You scrambled to get away, pushing at his chest as the over sensitivity was proving to be too much.

Logan lets go of the headboard and grabs both your hands with his much larger one, locking them firmly to his chest right over his rapidly beating heart.

“Don’t try and run from me kid, you wanted this remember?” He chuckled darkly, picking up his pace even more if that were possible.

Tears stream steadily down your cheeks as your barreling toward your next orgasm, it’s here, with your hair fanned out around your head, cheeks puffy and tear stained while you pant desperately trying to get away and keep up with him at the same time , that he thinks this is the most beautiful he’s ever seen you.

“Come on my dick, baby.”

Your body completely locks up at his words, your back arching off the bed as you scream, your orgasm wrecking through you as you clench around him like a vice. Logan drops your legs, yanking you up into a messy kiss as he takes you through it.

“Good fucking girl.” He grunts against your lips, he gives you a few moments to come down from your high, burying his face into your neck before he resumes his punishing pace.

You think you’re at your limit as fat tears fall from your eyes, never have you ever felt this good, this full before, it’s far too much for you.

Just as you were about to tap out, he grunts into your neck, his hands move to grip your ass bringing it up to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck, tell me where?” He growls out. He wraps an arm around your back bringing you chest to chest as he fucks you on his lap, the new angle making him hit that sweet spot inside of you that makes your toes curl.

At first you don’t quite understand what he’s asking, your brain too foggy to comprehend much of anything right now, but as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, nearly drawing blood again, you finally understood, he was close and so were you again.

“Inside, please I wanna feel you.” You whimpered as he pounds into you. He groans at your request and picks up the pace rutting up into you desperately like an animal. His hammering is deep and unforgiving with his enhanced strength but it feels too good to make him stop, you’ll definitely have a hard time walking in the morning.

With one last harsh flick of his thumb to your clit you’re coming hard on his dick, clenching around him as your body quivers uncontrollably, almost blacking out for a moment.

He growls as his hips stutter against your own, as he cums into you, the force of his final thrust knocking you both bad down onto the mattress. Logan thrusts a few more times, pumping his load as deep inside of you as he could, claiming your mouth once again in a deep searing kiss.

You run your hands through his hair as he nearly drops himself on you, his forearms supporting the weight of his adamantium skeleton. He’s still buried inside you as you're peppering his face and neck with light kisses.

It’s quiet for a moment before he lifts himself up, pulling himself from inside you with a grunt. He pushes stray locs from your face as he kisses your forehead and flops over onto the other side of the bed dragging you with him.

At the weight of his adamantium bones dropping down onto the already crack and barely hanging on frame your bed frame finally gives out dropping your mattress to the floor with a loud thud, startling the both of you.

“I can’t believe that just happened.” You panted too shocked and tired to move from your spot on his chest.

“Sorry baby, I’ll get you a new one.” Logan laughs lightly as he pulls you to his chest.

A comfortable silence fills the room as the two of you lay on the floor, your breathing starting to return to normal. Leaning down to inhale your scent again Logan’s met with the pleasant tang of you covered in him and pulls you tighter snuggling you into him.

“You still with me?” The rough edge of his voice brings you back to your senses.

You smiled up at him from his chest with a big dopey smile, eyes completely dazed as you answered with an “mm-hm.” Too fucked out to fully speak properly. You laid back down on his chest, eyes closed as you shiver, he runs a hand up and down your spine as you start to drift off.

He chuckles at your response or lack thereof and pulls your sheets over the both of you. The temperature in the room had started to come down dramatically as your sweat covered bodies cooled in the night.

Just as Logan was about to close his eyes and join you in what was hopefully a peaceful night’s rest for the first time in years, your bedroom door bursts open revealing Wade, still clad in his hello kitty pajamas helping himself to a piece of the pie you had left out.

“Jesus Wade!” You yell eyes practically bulging out of your head as you scramble to grip the sheets to your chest.

“What the fuck asshole?!” Logan growled trying his best to shield you from view with his arms. His hazel eyes were seething with anger.

“My sweet virgin eyes!” Wade said, covering his eyes but still peeking through them through a gap in his fingers with a smirk as he chewed loudly. “You two sounded like an indoor jungle gym but instead of a shit ton of kids it's just you two.” He laughs shoving the rest of the slice into his mouth as he moves to sit on the edge of the broken bed on the floor, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “You, young lady, have some pipes on you. Could hear you practically singing about the Wolverine.~” he teases with a tsk.

“And you sir!” He points to Logan who growls at him as he swats his hand outta his face. “Where do I even begin?” He tsked again as he shook his head “You really had some pent up frustration didn’t you, you slut? Did you break her? I know she has a healing factor too but good god man have some restraint!” he leans back on her broken bed as he spreads himself out on the end.

“And her poor bed! I hope you're planning on replacing it, bee tee dubs.” Wade rolls over onto his side propping himself up on his elbow at the couple’s feet. “Did he even use a condom?” He whispered to you loudly before adding “Nice tits by the way.” as he winked at Logan. “I don’t think creampie was the type of pie she had in mind when she invited you over for dinner, old man.”

“Who knew Wolverine was a cuddler?”

You roll your eyes at Wade’s antics completely used to him over the years of knowing him but Logan on the other hand had clearly had enough. Ripping the sheets from himself you watch as Logan comically chases Wade out of the room, buck ass naked.

Slamming your bedroom door shut Logan turns the lock with a grunt, finally returning to your side he pulls you back to his chest and flings the sheets over you.

“He’s not so bad, y'know when you get used to him.” You shrug with your eyes closed as you snuggle into his chest. Adrenaline, now dying down, sleep had started to wrap you in its dreamy embrace and it was hard to keep your eyes open.

“That little cockroach is gonna be the death of me.”

You laugh at him one last time before finally drifting off. Your soft snores were the last thing Logan heard as he too snuggled into your warmth and drifted off.

Who knew the Wolverine was such a cuddler.

[heartfullofleeches]

Fast food reader having a yandere manager/boss??

What type of shenanigans do they get to and why do I picture the yan manager calling in the reader to their office and when the reader comes in the manager is laying on their desk in a certain "draw me like one of your french girls" pose with a rose in their mouth??

Oh God. Please not today. Standing stationary at your post, you dread the upcoming encounter with the customers next in line. The duo whisper loudly to each other, one nudging the other as they glance over in your direction. You pick up some words of encouragement over the conversation you're currently involved in and are fairly certain the piece of paper in their hand is signed with a heart. Why do so many people think this is a good idea? You hand the customer their change and ponder whether it's too late to switch to retail as the next guests approach. The one holding the note goes first. They slide it across the counter.

"Hey, uh, I've seen you in here during my lunch breaks and was wondering if yo-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there. You're not even the fifth person who's given me their number this week. I'm not sure if you're one of the normal one or the kind who tries to stuff me in their car after I get off, but either way you should probably leave before my boss comes."

The customer looks dejected, but their friend steps in. "You didn't have to be such an ass about it."

"I'm only trying to warn you, and save myself the headache. They polish a hunting rifle in their office with the door wide open and I'm about sixty percent sure majority of the people on the missing persons board are the ones from this exact scenario. I'd ask if you want to order anything, but you should probably just leave. They're always watching the cameras."

"Gooood afternoon."

Well- You'll be able to sleep tonight knowing you did your best.

"I was just checking in on things, and happened to notice the line forming behind the two wastes of space who decided to harrass my favorite employee."

One of customers opens their mouth to speak, but your boss quickly shuts them down."

"Mmm, yeah, sorry- I hear you, but to be honest I don't really care. Here at this establishment, we always strive for customer satisfaction, but employee safety is the most important thing and to bother our most valued member means I don't have to abide by any rules. Moral or otherwise. Kindly get the fuck out of my store before I make you crawl out."

"I'll take this." Your Boss picks up the slip of paper and gives them their best customer service smile. "Have a nice day!"

That smile becomes just a tad genuine as the customers bolt for the door. Your boss turns to you, pulling you from your focus on the cash register as they check you for any damages. Besides the beginning of bags under your eyes, you're relatively okay. Their shoulders finally relax seeing you unharmed."

"Good. In perfect condition like always." They gently pat your cheek. "My office. Ten minutes. Don't worry about the ones you can get to."

Stocking shelves can't be much worse than this, right?

The ten minutes go by in what feels like ten seconds. The door is wide open when you arrive. Your boss has already added the note to their collection in a jar on their desk, a red line through the pages you could see. Your picture hangs on the wall in multiple frames marking you as employee of the month for years with no competition. According to coworkers, that award didn't even exist before you were hired.

You knock on the door frame. Your boss lifts their feet off the desk and shoves them underneath it along with their aforementioned weapon. They sweep the surface clean with the same rag they used to clean it as you approach and politely folds their hands as you take your seat.

"Y/n, what a pleasant surprise! What brings you to my cozy neck of the woods?"

"You called me here."

"Well - yes, but I like to think we're closer than that. Like family. Heads of the household if you will. I understand most of your time here has been manning the register, but with all this attention you've been getting I think we should move you somewhere else. I'm not jealous or anything..."

They crack a guilty smile." Well, maybe a smidge, but this is mostly for your own good. Something like keeping eye on the stock or working the fryers... Maybe even something as simple as, oh I don't know- coming home with me and letting me take care of your every need."

You think over your choices. That cafe down the street is probably hiring.

[katewritesthings]

Love Me Like I Can // Chapter 2

Chapter 2 // How to Touch a Girl

•warnings: Cursing. Cheating. Sexual Situations. Drinking. Drug use. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

The first time Diana woke up the morning after her birthday was actual torture, she was sure. The need to empty her bladder caused her to wake far earlier than she would have liked, early morning light barely making it through the blackout curtains that decorated her bedroom. The redhead carefully disentangled herself from the limbs of her sister and friend and climbed out of bed, grabbing her phone from beside her on the bed. Making her way to the ensuite bathroom, Diana immediately regretted unlocking her device for two reasons. First the dull ache in her head made itself known the second the light hit her eyes in contrast to the dark bathroom. 6:21 AM . Second, was a series of text messages from a number not saved to her phone that she decided could wait before she absolutely exploded. After washing her hands and splashing cold water on her face, Diana braced herself and opened the text thread.

+1(617)-555-1425 9:36 PM    you look sooo good in your IG pics 11:15 PM ugh i wish i was with you rn 12:20 AM cmon di. dont be a btich text me back 1:37 AM Ungrateful bitch.  2:39 AM   i see. youre out there fuckin with someone new. Thats  wh you wont text me back. He’ll just get bored of you like I did.  2:41 AM How long before he starts fucking yor sister 

Disappointed that the Boston area code and the content of messages meant the sender was clear, Diana quickly locked her phone and dropped it on the counter. She couldn’t deal with Connor right now. Leaving her phone in the bathroom, Diana crawled back into bed, thankful that she insisted on a “sleepover” last night and wasn’t alone to spiral.

The second time Diana woke up was slightly better than the first. She was alone in bed and her headache eased to a dull thumping, a glass of water on her bedside table. Emptying the glass in one go, Diana searched for her phone. A string of curses rang through her head when she remembered the reason that it was not beside her. After a dramatic sigh, she forced herself out of bed and into the bathroom. She turned on the light, looked in the mirror for the first time that day, and groaned out loud. Light reddish-purple bruises littering her neck and collarbone were visible under the sports bra she was wearing.

Annoyed with herself, Diana picked up her phone and checked the time: 12:12 PM. When she unlocked the device the messages from Connor were still open on the screen. While the reason for his vitriol was now apparent, clues painted on her skin, it didn’t make it justified. ‘It wasn’t like I had sex with Joe,’ she thought, ‘ And even if I had, I’m single and can fuck who I want. 

Diana blocked the number but kept the text thread to show Biz later and moved on to check her other notifications, some birthday wishes from people who couldn't make it last night and a missed call from Cathy at 9:30. Diana decided could give her manager a call back later and was replying to all of the messages and comments as she walked into the kitchen of the apartment she shared with her sister.

Biz, who was standing at the stove cooking bacon and French toast, spoke as Diana walked in eyes glued to her phone. “Gooood Morning beautiful, Happy actual birthday,” the younger woman sang in a joking manner. “Taylor left, she had to catch a flight for the awards tonight.” She paused a minute before excitedly saying, “There was a delivery for you this morning.”

Diana looked up at her last statement, confused even more at the smirk on the brunette’s face. “What delivery?”

Biz didn't respond except for pointing her spatula towards the living room, signaling Diana to investigate. Rolling her eyes, Diana did as she was told, walking farther down the hall to figure out what her sister was talking about.

She was not expecting multiple bouquets of roses placed in every nook and cranny they would fit to be decorating the living room. “What the fuck,” she muttered to herself, making her way toward the largest bouquet on the coffee table in the center of the room, silently counting the number of arrangements. Nine. 

‘What a strange number,’ she thought as she picked up the card attached to the large bundle of roses, looking out of place on the coffee table next to her TV remote.

Tried to get your number Cathy with no luck. Now who’s curving who? 513-555-6947 JB

Warmth filled Diana’s body as she reread the card for the third time, trying to make sense of it. Pulling up Cathy’s contact information on her phone and pressing call, she turned to see Bizz in the doorway smiling like the Cheshire Cat. 

“Soooo… who are those from?” Her tone gave her away, she already read the card.

“Fuck off,” Diana mouthed just as Cathy answered her phone, turning back to the flowers. “Cathy Allred,” the older woman answered cheerfully. “Hey, Cath, this is Di. I was just giving you a call back and wondering if you knew why there were 10 gigantic floral arrangements in my living room?” Diana greeted, attempting to keep her annoyance at her sister out of her voice.

Cathy’s throaty laugh came through the speaker and Di could imagine her expression was the same one that Biz was wearing. “Oh, honey. That handsome football player from last night was leaving messages at the buttcrack of dawn trying to weasel your number out of me. When I told him that I couldn’t clear that without your direct consent, he asked if he could send flowers to our office and have them forwarded to you if security approved the message. We just didn’t expect 9 separate bouquets.”

Diana was in shock. She couldn’t remember the last time she had received flowers unrelated to work.

“Well, uh, thank you, Cathy. That’s all I wanted. I’ll talk to you Wednesday,” Diana ended the phone call, still staring blankly at the literal dozens of roses sitting in her house. “Soooooo,” Biz’s voice came out in her signature sing-songy tone.  “Are ya gonna text him?” 

Diana bit her lip. “Well, I guess I should, right?”

She could feel her anxiety creeping up in the back of her mind, almost like frost crystallizing on glass in the winter. The first voices of self-doubt were beginning to scream you’re not good enough for him and he’s only going to break your heart when a hand on Diana’s shoulder refocused her.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Di,” Biz’s comforting words filled her ears. “He’s a really hot guy who is into you, so I’d say go for it. Texting him doesn’t mean you’re getting married next month, babe. But you were humping his leg like a dog in heat last night, so it probably would be proper etiquette to at least acknowledge his existence.” As was exiting the room laughing at her own joke as she said the last part. Diana rolled her eyes and thought about her sister’s advice. Joe really was an attractive man and all signs were pointing to him being attracted to her. Their physical chemistry last night had been off the charts and even though they didn’t discuss anything super deep, she was engrossed in the conversation, always wanting to hear what Joe had to say next. She was going to do it, she was going to text him.

She added his number to her phone and began debating how to start the conversation. After drafting and redrafting the generic ‘Hi! It’s Diana” messages for nearly two minutes, she finally settled on one that would let Joe know who she was.

Joe (Quarterback) 12:32 PM    you left before saying bye last night, i’d say you’re still curving me.

Phone in hand, Diana made her way toward the smell of brunch. Before she could even make it to the breakfast nook her phone buzzed in her hands signifying she had received a text.

Tee wasn’t feeling great, I had to dash. Let me make it up to you. I’m in NYC until Monday night.

Butterflies filled Diana’s stomach as her eyes scanned the messages she had just received. Joe didn’t leave the party because he was embarrassed by their hookup like her anxiety had been trying to convince her. He had a legitimate reason and he wanted to see her again to make up for it. Before she could let her nerves stop her, she fired off a reply to Joe

i’ll hold you to it. 😜 i’m free all day tomorrow.

 Diana didn’t even get a chance to lock her phone before a new message appeared on her screen.

Not anymore. Lunch?

She wasn’t sure if it was nerves or hunger making her stomach turn the way it was, so she decided to load up her plate before responding. 

After eating a decent amount of brunch and taking a well-needed shower, Diana was lounging in her bed, Parks and Recreation on in the background, staring at Joe’s texts. So many conflicting thoughts were running through her head about what her response should be. As much as she wanted to see Joe again, she couldn’t shake the feeling of fear. Sure Joe seemed nice, but Connor seemed nice enough at first. She knew her ex had just sent the hateful texts to get under skin, but he knew which blows hit the hardest.

“Biiiiiiz! Come in here!” she shouted from her spot on the bed, in a frustrated squeal.

“What’s the matter?” The brunette questioned, popping her head through the door. “I think I agreed to hang out with Joe tomorrow and I’m scared,” Diana whined, dragging out the vowels in the word ‘scared’.

A snort came from Biz as she made her way fully into the room. “He’s a man, Di, not a monster. Why are you scared?”

Diana knew this was the moment that she should share that Connor had texted her this morning, but for some reason, she couldn’t get the words out of her mouth. Instead, what came out was a pitiful gasp for air that made Biz by surprise.

“Just, what if I’m supposed to be more healed than I am,” Diana breathed, tears in her eyes. “Like, what if Joe turns out to be as good as he seems? Doesn’t he deserve more than this heartbroken version of me? I’m barely myself again, Biz.”

“I think you should at least hang out with him and see where it goes. Worst comes to worst, you guys know you’re physically into each other,” Biz teased. Diana rolled her eyes, “What if he’s expecting to fuck and I’m not ready?” Biz shot her sister a look. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Di. But let’s be real, you need to get dicked down. How long has it been?” Diana rolled her eyes again, not wanting to acknowledge she was currently on the longest dry spell she’d ever had. Things in the bedroom aspect of her relationship with Connor never really met her standards, always dissatisfied. The past six months of their relationship had consisted of barely any intimacy, Connor claiming he wasn’t attracted to Diana at the moment. Turns out, he was just getting his needs met by her best friend. “You’re right,” Diana gave in, texting Joe back.

1:26 PM deal, burrow. tomorrow at noon. Italian or Mexican? Shit. Just got word that public restaurants are a no-go. its okay. we can do pizza and sweets at my place

A new fear ran through Diana’s head as soon as she heard the “swoosh” sound from her head. “What if-” Diana was cut off by her sister throwing a pillow at her face. “Shut up,” Biz said in a more serious tone than before. “I get that you’re nervous, but stop coming up with these what-ifs. Smoke about it and attempt to channel your thoughts into something productive.” With that, Biz left the room.

Diana knew her sister was right. Not only did she tend to handle her anxiety better if she was channeling it into something productive, but she was behind on writing. Cathy had told her that the songwriters she was meeting with on Wednesday were expecting the start of at least six new songs and at this point, Diana only had four songs, three of which were fragments.

Lighting a preroll from her bedside table, Diana reached for her notebook, anxiety still at full force. As she hit the joint, she began to scribble down the thoughts that were looping in her head in an attempt to get them to stop.

I know that I’m better than this heartbroken version of me What if he can't compete with the things that I'm scared of that keep love from me? I get so attached and when it ends and the comedown hits I just end up hating me The energy that it takes to be somebody’s somebody just ain’t in me.

After she had stubbed out her joint, the voice of Diana’s anxiety had dulled to a whisper and her mood had lifted considerably. When Diana looked up from her notebook and checked her phone she saw two new messages from Joe.

Awesome. Can’t wait to see you.

What are you up to?

Smiling to herself, her fingers glided across the screen to type out that she was writing, hoping it could turn into a song and returning the question. Joe must have had his phone in hand because within record time her phone was signaling a new message.

Just left lunch with the guys, can I call you?

The butterflies from earlier had returned with a vengeance accompanied by a warm flush taking over her body. Within seconds of replying with an affirmative text, her phone was ringing in her hand indicating she was receiving a FaceTime call from Joe. “Hello,” she greeted hesitantly, internally cringing at her appearance in the camera. Her long hair was still wet from the shower and braided into Dutch braids down the side of her head and she had placed two star pimple patches on her forehead and chin, not expecting to see anyone but Biz. “Hey! You look great,” Joe responded, white smile beaming at Diana. He appeared to be sitting against a hotel headboard, dressed in a black Bengals hoodie. 

“No one likes a liar, Joe,” Diana smiled. “Wasn’t expecting a video call.”

“I just needed to make sure you were who you said you were,” Joe countered, smile turning into a playful grin. “Can’t be making plans to hang out with some rando, you know.” Diana rolled her eyes and placed her notebook on her bedside table, the action drawing Joe’s attention. “I’m sure girls are tripping over their own feet to eat lunch with you,” Diana let out a small laugh. “Unfortunately for you, I am myself and you have agreed to hang out with me. Now, if you’ll agree after this time, that’s a question for another day.” “Oh, yeah. What makes you say that?” Joe quirked an eyebrow, a grin still covering his beautiful mouth.

“Well, first of all, we’re getting pineapple on our pizza. Second of all, I planned on finishing my puzzle tomorrow, so you’re now getting roped into that.”

Laughter filled the speakers before Joe’s voice said, “Well, first things first, pineapple on pizza is the right decision… But a puzzle, really? What are you, 73?”

Diana was pleasantly surprised at the ease of carrying on a conversation with Joe. She had assumed that alcohol had lubricated their last interaction, but the way the conversation flowed for the next hour proved that wrong. Joe teasing her for doing puzzles led them to talk about their other hobbies which led to them talking about what started them on their careers.

“Yeah, so I’m hoping to be back by preseason, but there’s no guarantee. I just feel like I’m letting the team and the fans down, y’know,” Joe finished explaining his injury, something Diana had known the bare minimum about before this conversation. Rubbing the back of his neck, he looked to the side. “Sorry to overwhelm you.”

“No, please don’t ever apologize for sharing your emotions, Joe. You can’t hold everything in because you’re afraid of being judged.” Diana’s heart tugged for a moment, imagining how Joe must feel after the season he had last year. She wanted to make sure he knew that she was someone he could share with even if this went nowhere.

“Okay,” Joe nodded, but still changing the subject, “So, what about you? Any new music I get to look forward to?”

Diana rolled her eyes but smiled. Connor was never interested in her career, implying that the music his band made was better and more meaningful. It felt nice to have someone who wasn’t her sister inquire about the progress she was making on her new album. “Actually, I have a few writing sessions over the next few weeks with my label and some producers and start recording some new stuff in March. We’re planning on turning the EP into an extended into a standard album” “Oh, yeah? Do you have a lot of material?” Joe asked, seeming genuinely interested in the answer. “Uh, actually, I didn’t. I’ve been writing a lot recently, though, so hopefully..” Diana trailed off, hoping the heat on her cheeks didn’t show up on Joe’s end of the video call. It was embarrassing enough to admit to herself that she had been more inspired since Joe appeared in her life than she had been in six years, but she’d die if he figured it out.

After a few more minutes of talking, one of Joe’s teammates knocked on his door causing Joe to get off the phone. They had been on the phone for an hour, but Diana was sure she could have talked to him for three more. Diana spent the rest of her night watching the Grammys on her couch. Diana’s team still thought it was best if she stayed home this year as Connor’s band was up for nomination and they wanted to avoid as many headlines about the two as they could. They insisted that Diana stream from home and interact with fans while the awards were happening, which worked out okay in her book. She had fun posting on her Instagram stories rooting for the artist she was friends or a fan of, secretly rejoicing when Bedford Scrolls lost the award they were up for. The fact that she was able to hang out with Joe because she stayed home was definitely, absolutely, not the main reason.

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If there is one thing that will never change about Diana Hayes, it’s that she’s not a morning person. Or a “before 1 PM” person, really. So when her alarm went off at 10 this morning, she wanted to press snooze with everything in her being. That was until she actually looked at her phone and noticed the text notifications on her home screen. She had the normal business updates in her team group chat, but that wasn’t the one that caught Diana’s attention.

Joe (Quarterback) 7:01 AM Is there a specific dress code today?

A smile crossed Diana’s lips, relieved that he wasn’t canceling on her. Tapping a reply out on her phone, she got out of bed and headed towards her bathroom. 

10:02 AM whatever you’re comfortable in. i plan on restarting game of thrones today.

Diana busied herself by turning on her shower and adjusting the water temperature before her phone buzzed on the counter.

Sweats it is. 

Good choice on shows. Don’t know if you’ve heard, but I’m King In The North 😉

Diana responded with an eye roll emoji before telling Joe she would see him at noon and entering the shower. She took her time in the shower, excitement bubbling in her stomach at the uncertainty of what the afternoon held. It had been ages since she had been on a first date, if this even was one, she wasn’t sure what protocol was anymore.

An hour and twenty minutes, one pair of shaved legs, and a fight with a hair dryer later Diana was freaking out. Joe would be here in less than an hour and she was regretting everything. He’s going to make fun of me, Diana thought to herself, he’s going to come over, think I’m weird, and then make fun of me to his friends. Adjusting her position on the couch, Diana brought her hands up to pick at her lips, an anxious habit she’d had since a child. 

Before her fingers could even make contact with her mouth, Biz’s hand swatted it away, an amused look on her face.

“You told me to stop you from picking!” Biz held up her arms in defense, “I just wanted to remind you to tag the bakery the croissants are from on Insta before I leave.”

Biz was driving back to Philadelphia with Eli for the day, giving Diana and Joe the apartment alone for the day. After Biz made her way out of the door, Diana busied herself taking pictures for her social media posts, starting the first episode of Game of Thrones, and snacking on the sweets that had been delivered while she was in the shower. Before she knew it her phone was ringing, Joe’s name flashing across the screen. 

“Hey,” Diana greeted, standing to pace in the living room. 

“Hey,” Joe responded, “I’m about to get in the elevator, I just wanted to let you know I’m almost there.”

“Okay. Once you get to the 14th floor, we’re on the right. See you in a minute.”

Moments later, Diana was opening the front door of her apartment, eyes scanning over Joe’s body. He was dressed in a tie-dyed blue and purple, Space Jam crewneck and a pair of gray sweats. She had never understood before when her friends had talked about men in gray sweats, but seeing Joe had shown her the light.

“Hey,” Diana finally found her voice, gesturing for him to walk in the door.

“Hey, again,” Joe joked, making his way past Diana to stand in the entryway. Closing the door, Diana met Joe’s eyes and felt her face heat up. 

“So, I have uhm, some pastries and fruit in the living room if you want to go in there. I’m like halfway through the first episode of Game of Thrones if you want to go watch.” Diana’s voice came out quicker than normal, nerves filling the space between the butterflies in her stomach.

Joe shook his head with a grin. “Alright. That sounds great to me.”

The pair made their way past the kitchen and into the living room, Diana waving her arm in the direction of the couch. “Make yourself comfortable. What do you want to drink?”

“Water sounds great, thanks,” Joe answered, walking to the corner of the couch. When she returned, Joe had sat down and was taking in the surroundings of Diana’s living space. The room was the same cream color that most high-end rentals are nowadays, sectional taking up most of the space. A coffee table in front held Diana’s laptop, a plate with croissants, cinnamon rolls, and strawberries, a glass of water, and two of the flower arrangements that Joe sent her the day before. The sectional was up against a full wall picture window, sage green blinds pulled halfway across and faced a flat screen TV that was paused on an image of Daenerys Targaryen walking into a steaming bath. 

“I know it’s plain, but we’re only staying here temporarily,” Diana said referring to the room they were in, her presence startling Joe.

“Oh. Planning on moving soon?” Joe inquired, pulling himself deeper into the couch. Diana set the glasses down on the coffee table and sat down next to Joe, leaving about a foot of space between them.

“Kind of? I wanted to stay in New York until the tour starts and then Biz and I were going to look at houses,” Diana said in response, “I don’t necessarily want to settle down in a huge city, but I can’t imagine myself going back to Philly.”

“Did you hate it there or something?” Joe seemed genuinely intrigued about Diana’s plans, which was something that surprised her. She had only really known him for 36 hours and she was ready to tell him everything.

“Only since my dad died,” Diana said, instantly followed with, “Oh my god. That was so depressing. Ignore me.” 

“You’re fine. It’s the real reason,” Joe chuckled, “I’ll quit interrogating you.”

The two talked a little more about Joe’s flight back to Cincinnati at 9 and the Grammys that happened the night before, somehow landing on their Game of Thrones opinions. 

“I won’t deny that she’s completely batshit insane, yes. But she’s one of the best characters!” Diana said, excitedly of Cersei. “That’s not what you said, you said she was your favorite character,” Joe countered, “Which, if it is true, is wild.”

Diana laughed as she brought her legs onto the couch and crossed them crisscross-applesauce. The space that had previously existed between her and Joe disappeared, her knee pressing into his thigh. Attempting to ignore the heat that was making its way up her neck, Diana leaned forward and grabbed the remote. “Just watch it from my perspective,” she said before pressing play.

The rest of the first episode and the entire second one played while Diana and Joe snacked and gave commentary on what was happening in the show. Between episodes, Diana had readjusted, grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch and draping it over herself. She wasn’t sure when it happened, but sometime around the opening credits of the third episode after she had ordered pizza, she found herself pressed into Joe’s side with his arm wrapped around her shoulder. Within fifteen minutes of that, Diana found herself straddling Joe, hands on either side of his face, lips moving in sync with his. Joe’s right hand found its way to her hair as her lips traveled to the hair on his jawline.

“I like this scruff,” Diana panted between kisses, starting at his chin and making her way back up to the sensitive spot beneath his ear. Joe’s left hand traveled to her waist, reaching under her t-shirt and making contact with her bare skin. “I’ll keep that in mind,” just loud enough for Diana to hear. Diana ground her hips into his lap, feeling him harden beneath her and his hand traveled to her breast, massaging it eagerly.

They continued kissing a moment longer until Joe grabbed hold of Diana and laid her down on the couch. His lips found her neck and he asked, “Is this okay?” as he shifted his weight to not crush the woman below him, his left hand returned to its place under her shirt. “Take this off,” Joe said, gesturing to the material. Diana complied. “Couldn’t be better,” Diana sighed as Joe nipped lightly at her collarbone, tongue following shortly after his teeth.

“I’m sure there’s always room for improvement,” his voice laced with lust and arrogance. Just as Diana was about to ask what he meant, Joe’s hand moved from her breast to the waistband of her sweatpants.

With a nod of Diana’s head, Joe’s hand dipped beneath the waistband of both her sweatpants long fingers gently brushing her clit through her panties. A soft moan left Diana’s lips as she leaned forward to connect her lips to Joe’s again. His fingers teased her, using his thumb and forefinger to play with the material separating him from her core. Lifting her hips hoping Joe would get the hint, she pressed her core firmly against his fingers.

“More,” she breathed. Joe pulled the fabric aside and his fingers were instantly met with the slick wetness of Diana’s arousal. Sliding his middle finger along her slit, he brought it up to her clit and began to rub. Pleasure clouded Diana’s thoughts, Joe’s voice asking her if he could take her pants off barely making it through haze. She lifted her hips and pulled the material down her legs as Joe sat up, tugging his shirt over his head.

Joe stared at her for a moment, taking in the sight in front of him. Laying in only her black lace panties, Diana was too busy enjoying her own view to shy away from the hunger Joe was staring at her with. Joe was clearly a man who took care of his body and it showed. She was in awe.

Before Diana could process the definition of his muscles, Joe had resumed his position next to her, covering her lips with another kiss. Then, without hesitation, he took her left nipple in her mouth. Diana moaned again, arousal red hot between her legs. It wasn’t long until Joe’s mouth began moving downward again, leaving kisses until he got to Diana’s hip bones.

“Can I?” Joe asked, staring up hungrily at Diana. Hesitant, Diana thought it over for a second. She had only received oral three times in her past relationship as her ex had found numerous reasons to avoid the act, most of them criticisms of Diana. Everything from she was unattractive to she was too picky when it came to the way he did it. Trying to shake thoughts of her ex from her head, Diana reassured herself that every signal Joe had given her had proved he wanted to do this. Finally, she nodded her head.

Wasting no time after getting her consent, Joe placed his lips around Diana’s clit and began sucking. Instinctively, her hips bucked into him, eager for more pleasure. Diana felt Joe smile into her skin, then a finger slid into her while he continued to suck and lick at her.  After some movement, Joe added another finger, pausing a moment to help her get used to the width.

Diana tried to clear her mind, looking down at the man between her legs. His fingers were moving inside of her, curling to hit a spot inside of her that she seemed rather receptive to the first time he hit it. A warm tension was pooling in the pit of her stomach as she tried to clear any insecurities from her mind. “Fuck..” Joe’s mouth drew another slow moan out of Diana’s mouth. She leaned forward, propping herself up on her elbows. “As amazing as this feels- fuck. I don’t think that I’ll be able to- holy shit!- finish this way.” Joe pulled his face away from her core, licking his lips and shaking his head. “I think you underestimate my determination,” he stated. Not breaking eye contact, he dipped his head back down and placed another kiss on her clit and added another finger to the ones busy between her folds.

Joe’s hands and mouth continued in unison to work their magic until moments later when tension in her core began to build towards a peak and her body convulsed. She brought her hand to her mouth and bit down lightly as Joe’s teeth lightly grazed her clit. He used his free hand to rest against her hip bones, trying to hold her in place so he could help bring her to climax. Releasing her clit from his mouth, began to move his fingers with more purpose, trying to match the pace that Diana was trying to set. 

“Fuck. Fuck! Joe, I think I’m going to-” Diana was cut off by her orgasm. Joe continued to pump his fingers into her as he peppered kisses on her forehead. Warmth radiated through her body, starting at her core and rippling from her head to her toes. “That’s right, baby. Just let it happen,” he encouraged as Diana let herself give in to the sensation. 

Taking a deep breath and opening her eyes, Diana was staring into Joe’s blue eyes. “Thank you. I promise you did not need to do that” Diana whispered, trying not to let her nerves get the best of her. “I didn’t have to, I wanted to,” his response helped ease her worries. “Besides, I didn’t want to not live up to what was advertised,” he joked, referencing the interview Ja’Marr had given. Just then, the doorbell rang indicating that the pizza they delivered had arrived. 

An hour later, Joe and Diana had devoured an entire pizza and had spent the entire time deep in conversation. Trying to avoid bringing up what just happened, Diana kept the topics focused on friends and growing up. She learned about Joe’s parents and his brothers and heard what it was like to grow up in a relatively small town in Ohio, while she told Joe about how she grew up in Philadelphia, her mom leaving before she turned 10, and her dad passing away a few years ago. It felt almost relieving to have someone ask questions about the things she actually cared about.

It wasn’t long before Joe’s phone started ringing from its spot on the coffee table. Joe stood up and walked out of the room to take the call. It was a quarter till six, meaning that Joe’s flight left in less than 5 hours. Diana’s head began swimming with contradicting thoughts, sad that he had to leave soon and fear of what that meant.

When Joe ended the call, he walked back into the room, looking at his phone. “Apparently, I should leave in no more than ten minutes to make it back in time to pack for our flight. I guess I should leave” Joe looked just as conflicted as Diana felt. “Will I get to see you again?”

Diana felt her heart start beating harder than it ever had. This man was a fucking dream. “Yeah, that’d be cool. I’d like that,” Diana nodded, walking Joe to the door. 

“Cool. I had a really good time today,” a smile covered Joe’s face when Diana turned a deep red. “I’m willing to repeat it anytime,” he said with a wink.

Diana shoved Joe slightly, arriving at the front door. Joe engulfed her in a hug, placing a kiss on the crown of her head. 

“But seriously, I would like to hang out again. I’ll text you, okay?” He was looking down at her now, smirk still on his face

With a nod, Diana pushed herself onto her tiptoes to kiss him goodbye. Making sure she locked the door behind him, she raced to her phone to send her sister a text.

Sending the message, Diana couldn’t help to smile to herself. She wasn’t quite sure what she wanted from this relationship with Joe, but she knew for sure she wanted more of it.

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Hook Up (re-post+re-write)

Somebody hooked up in the boys' bathroom and the evidence is left behind on the common room’s table.

“Nobody is moving that damned thong until the owner grows a pair and admits to it.”

The og post is here on my ao3! suggestive material. afab+fem reader

It rocked the entire Class 1A dormitory, showing up out of nowhere like a thief in the night. The only hint left behind alongside the evidence was a small note from the cleaning company UA hired to maintain the dorms weekly. Folded neatly and placed delicately smack dab on the middle of the table in the living room, was an equally neat, and delicate thong.

By the time the majority of class 1A had woken up, the garment had been poked, prodded, and flung like a frisbee by all those who had the misfortune of curiously picking it up. It was all for nought though. Those who were brave enough to play investigator were only left with more questions than answers after realizing just what the mysterious material was.

Ojiro who was currently closest to it, having sat down to watch the morning news, was struggling in vain to keep his eyes on the TV. Even Tokoyami who had his lustrous feathers to cover up his blushed cheeks fidgeted as he listened to the forecast.

Seconds ticked by like hours.

They’d both rather sit in awkward silence and act like it wasn’t there. Nobody dared to be the fool who would bring attention to it.

That fool's name was Denki Kaminari.

“Gooood morning, future heros! And just what are we watching today on televi- holy shit!”

Most of the dorm’s inhabitants paid no mind to the electric quirk user, already having become accustomed to his sporadic yelling about this and that topic. Kaminari, however, was quite literally short circuiting where he stood. “Is that a th-th-th-”

“Thong!?” Midoriya slapped both of his hands over his mouth. After turning the corner, he got the shock of his life from seeing the talk of the morning hanging off the side of the table.

The usually meek male’s outburst caused more than one head to turn, until eventually almost the entire class was crowded around Midoriya, and more importantly- the table.

Mumbles were exchanged amongst the cluster. It was hot on everyone’s mind, wondering just who it belonged to. Some students shrugged while others blushed. There were even the few who slipped away, not wanting to bother themselves with the drama.

“Oi! Stop crowding the fucking TV, you extras. What’s everybody standing around for, huh?” Bakugou shoved his way to the center, his irritation only skyrocketing when his question went unanswered. It was rhetorical, of course, but how dare they ignore him! Just what was so important that they couldn’t be bothered to even give him a reaction?

“Um, Kacchan?”

‘No. Anybody but him,’ Bakugou internally moped. ‘He’s not the damn attention I was looking for.’

Bakugou’s eyes did a quick glance of the room before locking on your form in the kitchen with laser-like accuracy. Seeing you provided the hot head with a temporary reprieve, your melodic giggling successfully fending off his incoming headache.

He almost smiled to himself at how cute you looked in your apron but it was quickly slapped off after hearing Midoriya’s attempt to answer his initial question.

“There’s, uh…” Midoriya glanced around for help, but nobody was taking the bait. His green orbs darted all over the room before focusing on the pair of underwear. He swore it felt like it had eyes and was staring back at him.

Bakugou, as always, quickly caught on and let out a harsh bark of irritated laughter.

“Hah! So, that’s what’s got everyone with a stick up their asses? Well, I’ll tell ya this much, whoever’s it is must really be looking for an ass beating. I sit on this couch!” He eyed the sofa with disgust.

“It came from the bathroom actually.”

Several pairs of eyes turned towards the redhead in shock after hearing his confession.

“Kirishima? I didn’t know you had it in you, buddy!” Sero wrapped an arm around his now stuttering friend’s shoulder and ushered him towards the table. Even if it wasn’t Kirishima’s, he didn’t mind his friend taking the blame. Anything to get the underwear out of sight already.

Being under the heat of everyone’s gaze, Kirishima quickly put his hands up in surrender, eyes bugging out.

“What? N-No! It wasn’t me, man!” He held up a single cardstock as if it were made of glass, hoping the paper would prove his supposed innocence. “I mean, that’s just what the note says!”

“Ahem! ‘Found this in the boy’s bathroom when we were cleaning and laundered it for you! Enjoy~ Yamamoto's Cleaning Company.’” Kaminari read aloud to the room before he scoffed and flung the card onto the table. “Yeah, they did enjoy themself, I’m sure.” He eyed his friend wearily and Kirishima waved him off.

“Hey, it wasn’t me, guys. I don’t wear things like that anyways.”

“...We all have our preferences.”

It was just a low mumble, but those who had heard it turned to Sero. “I-I just meant that some guys prefer wearing that type of thing! I didn’t mean it was mine! Besides, that can’t even fit me!” Sero backed up slowly as if he had committed a crime and Bakugou smirked wickedly.

“I bet we can make it fit you!” The blond snatched the thong and charged towards Sero. It wasn’t until a few seconds later that his brain registered just how soft the lace was. “Argh!” Bakugou suddenly dropped the thong on the floor as if it were made of fire.

The room silenced itself as everyone stared at Bakugou. He looked down at his own hand incredulously. He couldn’t believe his own appendage just betrayed him like that. Purposely using his innocent hand to rub his reddening cheek roughly, he protested. “Hey, don’t you fuckers look at me like that. Just because I touched it doesn’t mean I know whose it is.”

“How do we know it’s not yours?” Kaminari grinned, turning the tables and successfully diverting everyone’s attention.

“It’s fucking not, okay?! That frilly shit ain’t mine. In fact,” He turned around towards the kitchen. “Oi! You extras gonna spend all day over there? Your cover’s been blown so might as well own up to this shit!”

The group looked over, uninterested, and turned back to their own conversations. “Hey!” Bakugou screeched, the vein in his forehead throbbing with irritation. “Don’t fucking ignore me! I’m talking to you shitheads!”

You glanced over your shoulder at the guys in the living room section of the common area and commented off handedly,

“We’re not interested in your dick measuring contest. Go away.”

Bakugou’s jaw dropped and before he could go over and give you a piece of his mind, Mina threw an arm over your shoulder and stuck her tongue out at him.

“Yeah! We’re trying to make banana bread over here and you’re totally distracting us. Go find someone else to yell at!” You two joined Uraraka where she was dicing up the fruit and Bakugou growled. He’d been brushed off one too many times today.

“If one of you extra bitches don’t come here and move your fucking thong from the table, I’m going to blow it the fuck up!”

That certainly did the trick.

Turning in unison, there were varying looks of horror stretched across each of their faces. Yours included.

“Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought. Now, hurry it up.”

Banana bread long forgotten, the crowd around the table grew larger as the fairer half of the class joined in.

“So, which one of you lovely ladies are a fan of lace?” Denki smirked and pointed at the floor where Bakugou had ever so gracefully dropped the item.

It was almost amusing how their eyes collectively widened in recognition, everyone’s gazes sticking to the floor like glue, lest one of them look up and give away whose it was. It was like watching an organized crime.

“We’re waiting,” Denki singsonged teasingly.

“Whatever! You guys are making a big deal out of nothing.” Toru’s shirt wrinkled from where she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Yeah! How do we know it’s not one of yours?” Mina piped in.

Bakugou’s face flushed as he remembered the feeling of the soft material in his hands, and for once, he opted to keep his mouth shut.

“W-Well, it doesn’t fit us, and none of us have claimed it as our own. So, logically it has to be one of yours. Not that we’re blaming you! It’s just... we would appreciate it if you moved it from the common room. Oh! I’m not saying it’s ugly! It’s actually, uh, very nice! W-Wait! What I meant is-”

“What Midoriya is trying to say is, although it is a very attractive garment, it is highly inappropriate to have laying around casually in a shared environment. These matters should be kept private!” Iida firmly concluded his speech with a chop, though his pink cheeks and ears gave away just how flustered he was.

“How do you know it wouldn’t fit you though?” Tsuyu thought out loud with a bulbous finger to her chin.

Everyone blinked and looked around. Her words infiltrated their minds and caused everyone to look at each other suspiciously. The tall male who had been standing in the corner and silently watching the whole debacle stepped forward with an annoyed face.

Todoroki bent down to pick up the garment delicately, causing a few gasps. His deft fingers swiftly unraveled it, paying no mind to the chattering around him. It was glaringly obvious that it was not his size after he pinned the material against his own hips. Waiting a few moments to let it sink in for everyone, he sighed heavily before placing it back on the table.

“It doesn’t belong to me. Don’t waste my time on things like this,” he deadpanned and walked off without a hitch.

Everyone stared at his back until he disappeared from view, his bold actions replaying over and over again in their heads.

Kaminari snorted and broke the silence.

“Well, his hips certainly don’t lie!”

A collective groan resonated through the room at his quip but Bakugou ignored it. They weren’t getting any closer to solving the root of the problem and it was eating away at him big time.

“Well, if you girls are gonna be a wuss then too bad,” Bakugou all but growled out. “Nobody is moving that damned thong until the owner grows a pair and admits to it.”

...Was the deal that had been made a week ago, but there was still no luck. The common room was almost always populated by either a random gaggle of friends or even lone riders. No doubt, that was one of the reasons the rightful owner probably hesitated in trying to anonymously retrieve their undergarment. Even after a fortnight, the launderers had once again washed and replaced the thong on the table, clearly not willing to take part in whatever weird hijinks were happening in the dorms.

Having made a home of the communal table for longer than a celebrity marriage, the garment almost seemed like a decoration. Still, nobody would dare put the remote too close or openly stare at it, lest any accusations befall them.

By now, the shock value had dissipated and most turned a blind eye, save for one man.

“I wonder if whoever owns that thing had to go commando because they were missing it,” Kaminari mused with a hand on his chin. Sero snorted. Leave it to Kaminari to approach the subject in the most obscure way possible.

“You idiot. Obviously, they would have more than one pair of underwear. Stop being weird,” Sero chided him, though he failed to mention that the exact thought had run across his mind before as well. Kaminari waved him off and turned towards Mina who was seated on an adjacent couch while typing on her phone.

“Hey, Mina! Do you know whose it is?” Denki wiggled his eyebrows playfully and Kirishima slapped the blonde’s shoulder lightly for asking such a question.

“Dude! You can’t just ask her that. You’ll make her uncomf-”

“Yep.”

The boys turned to look at her and she shrugged, “I’m not telling whose it is, but all of the girls know who it belongs to... and the story behind it.”

“The… story?” Kirishima mimicked her dramatic pause hesitantly, not knowing if he should take it any further. Mina unashamedly giggled, a wicked joy taking over her at how they all subconsciously leaned closer with red faces.

“Well, duh! You don’t think it just grew legs and crawled into the Men’s bathroom on it’s own, do ya? The owner of this pretty, little thing,” she stretched her legs that were perched on the table to nudge it with a sock covered toe, “was engaging in some… after practice, practice with somebody and forgot to pick it up on her way out.”

“‘After practice, practice?’” Sero was thoroughly perplexed. Kirishima stayed quiet but his brow furrowed in confusion.

“She means shower sex, you idiots!” Toru groaned from behind them and got up from the couch to leave. The remaining group blushed and Denki cleared his throat nervously.

Does he dare ask?

“Do you, uh, do you know who the guy she was with is?”

Mina smirked wider.

“You betcha.”

Over the next week, the thong was like a washed up pop star, it’s infamy resurfacing after the newest batch of rumors. News had eventually spread of just why the thong was found in the bathroom, and now nobody could look at it without blushing at the implications. Still, a few brave souls were seated in the common room tensely, trying desperately to keep their gazes on the TV screen. A sudden click from behind let them know that they would be having company. Uraraka glanced over her shoulder and smiled.

“Heyo, Mr. Aizawa!” She greeted him with a wave before she turned back around to continue watching the movie.

Wait. Everyone froze in synchronization so perfectly that they probably could’ve formed an Olympic swim team- and won gold.

“Mr. Aizawa?!”

Looking between the scraggly man, and the thong on the table, the group of adults panicked.

“Mr. Aizawa!” Midoriya chuckled nervously and glanced over his own shoulder. Kirishima quickly evacuated his seat and was now lounging on the table in order to block their teacher's direct line of sight from the enemy.

Midoriya scratched his cheek and laughed nervously. “Haha, you usually only come here once a month to make sure all of our appliances are working p-properly! What are you doing here?!”

Aizawa deadpanned and walked closer to where they were.

“I came here as I usually do once a month to make sure all of your appliances are working properly.”

His flat sarcasm made Midoriya wince. So, that certainly didn’t buy them any time. Momo bit her lip in thought, eyes sweeping the room for a life line. Eventually she landed on the kitchen and jumped out of her seat.

“Mr. Aizawa! As you are a guest here, please, allow me to make you a cup of tea!” She placed a hand on his back and turned to steer him towards the kitchen.

“Yeah! Yaomomo makes the best tea, Sir. Heh, you should really try it!” Uraraka joined her friend in guiding their teacher to the kitchen and glanced behind at the guys. Both ladies turned slightly, frantically motioning with their hands and mouthing ‘hide it!’

It was a battle of willpower between Midoriya, Kirishima, Bakugou and Todoroki. They glanced between themselves, all looking at the others as if to say, ‘I’m not doing it, you do it!’

“That’s very nice, ladies, but I don’t have time for tea,” Aizawa started walking back towards the table with such conviction that even Bakugou felt his heart drop.

“Hurry the fuck up before Aizawa sees it, shitheads!’ Bakugou said as quietly as he could. Which wasn’t very quiet at all.

“Sees what?” Their professor walked closer, suspecting something now.

They were so dead.

Being the one closest to it, Kirishima quickly snatched the thong up. He looked down to the left, and down to the right. Ah, dammit! Why didn’t his pants have any pockets?! A lightbulb flashed over his head and he stuffed it under the waistband of his sweatpants with break-neck speed, proud of his own quick thinking. A second later, he seemed to realize what he just did, making his eyes go wide. “Wait!”

Before he could take it out and hide it somewhere else, their teacher rounded the corner of the sofa and stared down the four men harshly. There was a shuffling of feet and when they turned, they could see Uraraka and Momo giggling and running upstairs, leaving them to deal with this alone. So much for class solidarity!

“What’s going on here.” Rather than a question, it was a dry statement that got no answer. Aizawa sighed and looked around.

Bakugou was leering ferociously at the television. Normal. Midoriya nervously vibrated like a broken Tracfone while staring into space. Normal. Todoroki was watching him head on with that blank look on his face. Normal.

The scene looked so mundane, but there was a rosy tint sweeping their faces that made Aizawa raise an eyebrow. He did one more glance around and stopped at the red haired man sitting in the middle of the couch. “Kirishima. What are you doing?”

“Yip!” Kirishima jolted upon hearing his name. His legs were stretched straight so that his heels were firmly resting on top of the table, but it didn’t help ground him at all. If the sweat pooling his forehead didn’t make it obvious, his posture certainly did. A steel rod couldn’t compare to how stiff his back was, and trembling hands cupped his crotch shakily. Clearly, he was up to something. “Uh, nothing, sir!”

“Let me see your hands,” his professor asked, thinking there would be something the man was hiding in his palms. He didn’t put it past his students to try sneaking prohibited items into the dorms. So long as it wasn’t a weapon, he didn't care quite frankly. Still, the atmosphere in the room left a lot to be desired, so he pushed forward with his investigation. Kirishima shakily moved his hands and Aizawa stiffened. “...What is that?”

They all trailed their eyes to awkwardly stare at Kirishima’s lap.

There was a slight bulge in his pants from where the garment had balled up, but the size and shape was almost a criminal offence. Aizawa wasn’t one to pry, but it was obvious that there was something hiding in his pants.

The room was quiet until Todoroki broke it, lifeless as usual.

“Oh. I think that’s just his quirk, Sir.”

Aizawa slapped a hand over his eyes and sighed.

“Never in my life thought I would ask this, but...What are you hiding in your pants, Kirishima?”

Midoriya discreetly rolled his quivering lips into his mouth, but Bakugou wasn’t as considerate with his loud snort. Kirishima shot Bakugou a dirty look before shaking his head.

“Uh, it’s n-nothing!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Mr. Aithawa,” Kirishima bit his tongue by accident from how nervous he was.

Aizawa sighed heavily and walked away, letting them breathe a collective sigh of relief.

“Midoriya.”

Oh, no.

They all turned around and saw their professor had moved to stand directly behind the dark haired male.

Oh, no.

“What is Kirishima hiding in his pants?”

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Talk about strategy, he went straight for their weakest link! Bakugou discreetly shook his head at his childhood enemy, and made a slitting motion over his throat.

“I’m not going to ask again, Midoriya,” Aizawa stared at him sternly.

“Eep! He’s hiding a size __, black, lace thong in his pants, Mr. Aizawa!” Midoriya slapped a hand over his mouth, and everyone’s eyes widened. Aizawa from not expecting it, and the others from the amount of detail he just went into.

The world shook under the weight of Aizawa’s sigh. He headed straight for the exit of the dorms, not even bothering to check their appliances. The entire way there, he mumbled something along the lines of, ‘be a teacher Mic said…’

Four sets of eyes followed him to the exit, and only when they were sure that the coast was clear did Kirishima quickly pull the garment out of his pants. Throwing it on the table carelessly, his entire face rivaled his hair from how warm the thong got whilst inside his clothing. His entire body was practically an anchor by now, sinking under the stress he had just been put through, making him melt into the couch.

“No fucking way,” Bakugou said rashly. He chuckled lowly and pressed the heels of his palms over his eyes, his grating laughter only growing in volume. Kirishima used whatever energy he had left to glance over at the uncharacteristic display while Midoriya and Tododroki stared openly at the ticking time bomb.

Surprisingly enough, Bakugou wiped a few humorous tears from his eyes and got up while pointing a finger towards his classmate. “Is that your quirk too?”

Bakugou snorted one last time and walked off to go upstairs while the three remaining men followed where he had just pointed.

“Oh!” Kirishima blushed wildly, Midoriya squeaked, and Todoroki raised an eyebrow at the firm lump that had started to form where the hidden thong had been just seconds ago, the outline too pronounced and smooth to be considered a part of his quirk.

“I’m beat, guys. You finish watching the rest without me,” Sero got up and stretched out his lazy limbs before stumbling off in the direction of the elevator.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna head in too now,” Kaminari faked a yawn before darting after Sero, yelling over his shoulder, “have fun cleaning up!”

“Wha- guys!” Kirishima turned to stop them, but the room had already cleared out. The mess of empty cans and wappers littering the floor was definitely more than a one man job. Hell, they even left behind the empty pizza boxes! Kirishima groaned and took off the TV. Better start now if he wanted to finish anytime before dawn.

Luckily, it didn’t take too long before the living room was passable for habitation. Spotting one last empty candy wrapper poking out from underneath the table, Kirishima dropped to his knees to retrieve it. He was only an inch away when soft whispers slithered into his ears. He’d seen one horror movie too many during their weekend marathon and was ready to assemble the entire 1-A to do some Ghostbusting when he caught on to just what was being whispered.

“Go get it already. I heard them take the elevator up,” a low voice commanded.

“Me?! Why do I have to get it?!”

Kirishima froze as he recognized your voice. He blushed lightly when he thought of the new blouse you donned earlier, but quickly waved the mental image away. He needed to focus!

“Because it’s yours,” your male counterpart reasoned.

Kirishima tilted his head in confusion, his freshly washed hair almost serving as a mop for the dust bunnies on the ground. With a quiet gasp, he quickly pieced together what the two of you were talking about and gulped. Glancing up at where the thong was on the table, he panicked. You were coming to get it now?! He couldn’t let you two see him! That would be way too embarrassing!

As quietly as he could, Kirishima shuffled to lay on the floor and slid himself under the table.

The footsteps got closer and it made your voice all the more distinct to his red ears.

“I don’t care if it’s mine, you’re the one who put it in your pocket! You should have been more careful to not drop it!”

“Well, excuse me. I was busy trying to balance you against the wall while trying not to slip. I would never forgive myself if I dropped you,” The last part was mumbled quieter than the rest and Kirishima’s eyes widened before he heard a quiet ‘aw.’ Soft and wet sounds of lip meeting lip echoed in the now empty room and Kirishima swore he would join in with that symphony of noises soon if his pounding heart didn’t pipe down. Luckily, after a few moans and sighs, the kissing ceased.

“You’re still not off the hook. Go get it for me.” There was a pause and Kirishima could only assume whoever was with you was rolling their eyes before he heard a loud slap.

Kirishima gasped quietly. Right as his knee bent to push himself up so that he could give a piece of his mind to whoever just dared lay a hand on you, he heard a needy moan that had him literally drop dead to the floor.

“Stop acting like such a brat,” the deep voice was muffled and Kirishima willed his breaths to quiet down when you whined in response.

“Mmm, but please go get it? Can you do that for me, baby?”

There was another spank, though significantly softer this time, and a sigh.

“Fine.”

The footfalls approaching the table pounded like a drum in Kirishima’s well trained ears despite it actually being as light as a feather. Whoever was coming to retrieve the thong could be an assassin with how light their steps were! Wait- This wasn’t the time for that! Judging by the sound of the spanking earlier, he definitely did not want to get caught either. Bringing his knees to his chest, Kirishima cursed softly when his clothes made a swiping noise from brushing the bottom of the table.

The figure walking towards Kirishima paused momentarily, feet right in front of his face now.

The redhead wanted to peek out from under the table but he was scared of getting caught. Instead, he racked his brain to try and place where he had seen those socks before. Wears plain, white socks and walkes quieter than a mouse, huh?

He waited a few minutes in sheer anxiety after he heard the elevator go up before climbing out and dusting off his clothing.

Oh, right! The wrapper!

He bent back down to snatch up the trash and went to throw it out when he heard that same deep voice from earlier, though it was tinged with something darker now.

“Kirishima.”

Kirishima froze in place. There wouldn’t happen to be another ‘Kirishima’ in the dorm, would there? He thought the pepperoni pizza from earlier would come up from how badly his stomach churned. Still, he had to face the facts, so he turned with a nervous smile on his face.

Despite his classmate’s harsh visage, the blow was softened by the slightly twisted and rumpled night shirt he wore. No doubt his rare sloppy apparel was the result of the frisky movements he had engaged in with you just moments prior. Kirishima trailed his gaze upwards and froze at the intensity in those mismatched eyes.

“Todoroki! Hey, buddy! Come down to watch some late night television? There’s a real gnarly documentary I saved on the DVR if you wanna watch it!” Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck nervously and smiled as if he hadn’t just overheard the man in front of him engage in light foreplay.

Todoroki looked down at him, arms crossed over his broad chest and thoroughly unamused. He walked closer and Kirishima couldn’t help but notice how messy his hair was, the paler half being bathed with strands of red and vice versa. Even his thin lips showed slight signs of swelling. These perverse observations were cut off by Todoroki’s stern warning.

“Not that you will ever be in another situation that warrants it, but don’t touch any of my girlfriend’s undergarments again.”

Kirishima gave him a rapid nod and Todoroki returned it before walking off. He paused at the doorway with tense shoulders, voice doing nothing to hide his anger. “Also, if you ever think of her in a way that causes you to become aroused again, we’re going to have a problem.”

Kirishima blushed deeply when he thought back to his boner on the couch.

“Heh, don’t worry about it, man! I hear you loud and clear!” Kirishima laughed bashfully and raised a cheerful fist in the air, but Todoroki had already started making his way towards the elevator. “Trust me, bro! I won’t let it happen a third time!”

Kirishima nodded resolutely to himself and went to throw away the forgotten wrapper. Only after disposing of it, did he hear a small crash followed by an incredulous voice.

“‘A third time’?!”

[steddiejudas]

The Five Stages of Grief (and love)

Steddie || full fic on ao3

Would you believe it if Steve Harrington told you he wasn’t a huge fan of parties? He played the part well, kegstand king and all, but in reality, All the alcohol and drugs being thrust into his hands just made him feel out of control, like his body and mind were two separate entities fighting for whichever could give him a bigger case of Foot-in-Mouth disease. All through high school, his so-called friends threw parties, and of course he attended; most of them were at his house after all. Once in a blue moon he might even say he enjoyed the company, if he’d had a bad week — back then, a bad week entailed a lost basketball game, Tommy and Carol being grade A dicks, at worst Harrington Sr. getting on his case for his less than perfect grades — but really all they ever achieved was to make him feel like shit in the morning. 

Eventually, the stakes of a bad week to “King Steve” seemed inconsequential, laughable even. Now, in the face of the end of the world, temporary distraction is all he could hope for. Weekend after weekend, Steve hosts hordes of high schoolers who barely acknowledge him as a person rather than a symbol. He’s searching for a moment of relief, a second of feeling safe. 

It never comes, but the appeal of weed and liquor finally do. Steve thinks if he can just muddle his way through the trauma of fighting monsters in a drunken haze, eventually he’ll forget. Wishful thinking.

Because graduation comes with another apocalypse hot on its trails. Steve may have found a form of peace in Robin, but she isn’t the cure for the void in his chest. That void can now only be filled with a constant stream of substances. Okay, maybe it doesn’t fill the void, but he can pretend it isn’t there under the haze of glorious intoxication.

So, to Steve’s delight, after killing Vecna, he finds an acquaintance in Eddie. Maybe pursuing friendship would be more beneficial, but Steve can’t find the capacity to expend the energy that requires.

No, Steve has been meeting with Eddie, nearly three times a week, to stock up on weed. They share little more than a nod of solidarity for what they went through together, before Steve rushes home to smoke and pour himself a drink. Or two. Or three.

The morning after one of those nights he goes harder than most, Steve walks into his shift at Family Video, looking completely worn down. His hair lacks its signature “Harrington” shape and volume. A pair of thick sunglasses shield his eyes. His clothes are clearly unwashed, and smell strongly of his unconscionable decisions.  

“Gooood morning, sunshine!” Robin says, far too loud for Steve’s throbbing headache.

Steve winces and puts a hand up to rub his temples. 

“Damn, Rob, it’s too early to be so cheerful.”

While Steve self-destructs on a nightly basis, Robin is on constant alert, ready to be at his side at a moment's notice. She hardly ever lets on to this behavior though, fearing Steve will withdraw if he knows she’s focusing her energy towards him. 

Steve, though he’ll never admit it, has a habit of closing himself off the second he needs help. He would drop everything for any one of those damn kids, Robin, Nancy, or even Eddie, but he was never able to let them reciprocate.

“It is 12 o’clock in the afternoon, Steven. The sun is fully up.”

“Okay, so it’s too early in my morning to be this cheerful.”

“You really are a delight, you know that, dingus?”

“Yeah, yeah, I love you too, dummy.” Steve lets out a half hearted chuckle, unable to fully match Robin’s energy. Frankly, he can’t match any energy at this point. The nightmares and crippling paranoia had too strong a grip on him last night. His sides, where the demobats had left nothing but shredded skin and muscle, were aching the worst they had since the night he got them. A joint and a nightcap hadn’t helped the way Steve had hoped, so he poured another. And then another. And then another. It was around the time he found himself dancing around the pool, a whiskey bottle in one hand and another joint in the other, that he realized he’d lost count.

The hangover’s cruel, but not enough to make Steve regret his choices. The room may be spinning, but it’s reminiscent of the circles he danced in with his arms out, listening to something that vaguely reminded him of Eddie. He may have a splitting headache, but it hurts less than his injuries had last night. He may have feel a constant dull pressure on the back of his throat, like everything from last night is trying to scratch and crawl its way out, but really, he’s so jumpy these days, that nearly every sudden noise has him on the verge of vomiting.

Robin stares Steve down as she watches him wince at too sharp a movement, or quickly grab at the trash can, just to set it back down with a thumbs up and a “false alarm.” Things had been hard on all of them, sure, but she knows Steve is far deeper than anyone else. Four times saving the world, and not once had he let his emotions be felt.

“You know, Eddie and I have movie night tonight. You should help me pick something out.” Steve is sitting on a stool, with his head in his crossed arms on the counter. It was a slow Tuesday, so Steve is taking advantage of this time to sleep the hangover off in 5 minute intervals. He lifts his head slightly, to give Robin a confused look.

“You want me, Steve Harrington, to pick out a movie for you and Eddie Munson? The man has never once entertained the idea of renting a movie I even express an interest in.”

“Granted, his taste is a bit… niche, but we’ve run out of movies to watch. We need a fresh pair of eyes, Steve!” Robin practically whines at him, and the noise is like a sharp object scraping against his eardrums.

“Oh my god, if you stop talking in that voice I’ll pick out a full movie festival for you.”

There’s a small mutter from Robin as he stands to search for something Eddie acceptable-ish.

“What was that?” He asks, now standing to his full height over Robin.

“Oh um, just that, maybe… Could you also drive me there when our shift is over?” 

Steve exaggerates a sigh and roll of his eyes, but they both know the answer to that question.

“And why isn’t Eddie picking you up today?” He calls from the sci-fi shelves. Robin follows him over, but he turns his back to block his potential selections from her view.

“I wouldn’t normally ask. You know I hate making you drive me around everywhere. Just two more months until I get my license and you’ll be free. It’s just, Eddie’s stuck at home. His van isn’t running. I think it’s something to do with the tank? Lines? Shit, I don’t know about cars, dingus. It doesn’t go.” 

Steve lets out a real laugh at that. They were few and far between, but the real laughs that could only be produced by Robin were almost as good as Eddie’s top shelf shit.

“You know I don’t mind driving you anywhere, Rob. Of course I’ll take you. Can’t let you miss the incredible film night I have prepared for you.”

“Show me what it is if it’s so incredible.” Robin giggles, trying to snatch the VHS from Steve’s hands. He holds it up above his head with a hand over the cover so she can’t read it. Robin jumps and grabs at it, the two in a fit of laughter. It’s moments like these that make the guilt catch up with Steve.

The rest of the day matches the speed of their slow morning, and the distinct lack of customers proves a strain on Steve’s mental health. His every other thought is an attack on himself, tearing him down for ditching his best friends. Sure he still spends time with them, helping the kids with homework and general chauffeur duties, taking Robin out to practice driving, single handedly keeping Eddie in business; but every attempt the others make to show him how much they care, he withdraws himself more. 

Physically, he’s still there, still looks like Steve, but he laughs a little less. Most smiles fail to reach his eyes anymore. He just can’t get his mind to wrap around the concept that he deserves their effort.

Customers trickle in and out one by one until closing. Steve, exhausted and ready for a drink, rents out the movie and ushers Robin out to his car, locking the store behind them. The ride to Eddie’s is filled with Robin’s pleasant chatter and soft laughter. Steve’s state of mind is plastered all over his face and Robin can see he’s drifting into a dark place. Though she can’t outright say anything, she knows her blabbering about nothing is just distracting enough to stop his mind from wandering too far.

Before long, they’re pulling into the Forest Hills driveway, down the couple lots to Eddie’s trailer. Steve notices the spot next to Eddie’s van was empty of Wayne’s car. He pulls in, headlights glinting off the trailer windows. 

“hold on a second. Robin, how were you planning on getting home if Eddie’s van isn’t running and Wayne is gone?” Steve looks at Robin, who’s been oddly quiet since turning into the trailer park. He can just barely see the mischievous smile that forms on Robin’s lips as she turns to him with just a bit too much melodrama. 

“Oh nooo! I TOTALLY forgot about getting home, Steve! I guess I’ll just walk home later, in the dark, alone.” she exaggerates a sigh to really sell it.

Steve rolls his eyes. Of course he isn’t going to let Robin walk home. He wouldn’t let her in broad daylight, much less around midnight. Still, he’s a tad bit annoyed. He’s exhausted from nursing his hangover all day and ready to fall into the bottom of another bottle. He doesn’t want that to be postponed by the looming responsibility of needing to operate a car to pick Robin up.

“You could always join us, of course. No need to drive back and forth. I can even drive us back after, as long as you ‘observe’,” she says with air-quotes. Driving lessons originally scared the both of them, but they quickly discovered that since she didn’t have to move her actual body, Robin was actually quite adept behind the wheel. Most of the drives they take, Steve just zones out to the music and watches the scenery go by.

He sighs, but it’s a decent enough compromise. “Alright, fine... If I’d known this was your plan all along I would have picked a movie I’d actually enjoy,” he grumbles. They exit the car, Steve with the movie in hand, and rap on the door. It swings open a moment later to reveal a comfortable looking Eddie.

Boy is this different. Steve’s visits with Eddie typically take place away from the trailer, where he’s always keeping up appearances as the metalhead ‘freak’. This Eddie looks so… soft? His crazy hair is half pulled up in a little bun on top of his head, while the rest delicately hangs over his shoulders. He’s wearing a shirt that reads ‘IRON MAIDEN: Live After Death’. It looks like it’s been well loved, and sloppily cut to stop right above Eddie’s navel, revealing the trail of hair that leads into his black sweatpants. He finds himself thinking he understands why girls find that so attractive and quickly shoves that thought into a little box he’ll be locking up tight under about a pound of weed. He doesn’t even realize he’s just standing there, looking dumb as fuck with his mouth hanging open until Eddie finally speaks.

“Good to see you too, Harrington. Buckley.” he gives Robin a little nod as she walks past him. Steve shakes his head, pulling a hearty chuckle out of Eddie.

“Uh, yeah, man. Good to see you. Sorry, I’m kind of crashing your movie night aren’t I?”

“Not a problem, man. So, you gonna come in or what?” Steve slip past Eddie, praying to a god he isn’t sure even exists, that Eddie hasn’t noticed the heat spreading in his cheeks.

Robin is already in the kitchen, making herself at home with snacks and a couple beers for the other two. The boys accept the drinks and get comfortable in the living room. Eddie slings across the armchair sideways, his head leaning over the side, near the spot on the couch where Steve sits. Not long after, Robin sets a big bowl of popcorn on the coffee table for all three of them, and curls up into Steve’s side.

“Alright, will you finally tell me what we’re watching, Steve? Eddie, this man would not tell me what we’re watching for the entirety of our 8 HOUR shift.”

“To be fair, I didn’t know I would be joining you, and I didn’t want you complaining to me all day that my choice was stupid. Now, sit back, relax, and get ready for 87 full minutes of the most dramatic irony you will ever experience in your life.” Eddie and Robin share a confused look. When the movie starts playing, the title screen alone is enough for them to start groaning. 

“Really, Steve. Strange Behavior? That couldn’t be more on the nose.” Eddie grabs a throw pillow and hits Steve in the face with it, smiling all the same.

“I know it’s on the nose, that’s why I picked it. Come on, I know you two cope with humor and this movie is ridiculous compared to the real deal!” 

“You were right, Steve. I would have– no, should have complained until you picked something else,” Robin teases. They all turn their attention to the screen to watch an evil scientist experiment on teenagers and turn them into murderers. 

In no way is the film intended to be funny, but they can’t help themselves as they laugh at how exaggerated and unrealistic it all is. 

“Okay, come on. You’re telling me ‘I was drunk, I don't remember what happened’ is a good enough excuse? How is no one questioning how Oliver was just MISSING FROM THE PARTY when Waldo got stabbed?” Eddie hollers criticisms at the movie’s lack of consequences the whole way through. At one point, he’s out of the chair, jumping and screaming about Mildred being useless when “SHE WAS GIVEN A FULL DESCRIPTION OF HER FRIEND’S KILLER AND SHE DOES NOTHING WITH THAT INFORMATION?” Upon settling back down, his head is just slightly closer to where Steve sits, the loose bottom half of his hair falling over the arm of the couch. 

With one arm wrapped around Robin, mindlessly drawing patterns in her cardigan sleeve, Steve’s other hand instinctually goes to stim somewhere else. The hand finds itself in the curly mess of hair near him, twirling it around his fingers. They stay that way in silence until the movie ends. The only noise left filling the room is Robin’s soft snoring. Eddie slowly stands, forgetting his hair is in Steve’s hand, the sudden loss of contact taking them both by surprise. A swift nod towards the trailer door is all Steve needs to detangle himself from Robin, wrapping her in a blanket before leaving. 

Eddie leads them to the back doors of his van. It opens up to reveal a fort of pillows and blankets. Eddie gets comfortable and pats the spot next to him for Steve to join. Eddie pulls the little black box holding his stash out from under the driver’s seat, as Steve grabs a handful of pillows and a loose blanket to make himself a little cocoon next to Eddie. 

“Cold, Harrington?” Eddie asks, not necessarily teasing. Well, maybe a little, but he doesn’t wait for a response before leaning over the center console to stick the keys in the ignition. The van starts up, filling the small space with warmth. Steve relaxes a bit as the warm air reaches him, which only reminds him of why he’s there at all. 

“Hold the fuck up, dude. Robin said your car broke down?”

“Oooh, shit. I forgot that was our story. She uh, she’s actually running just fine,” Eddie replies sheepishly. He passes Steve a freshly lit joint with an appeasing smile.

“So, what? You guys made up some kind of secret mission to get me to drive Robin around? I would have said yes if you just asked.”

“Exactly! That’s why we used driving Robin as the ploy to get you here.” Steve passes the joint back with a confused look on his face.

“That hard pressed for customers, Eds?” The nickname makes Eddie chuckle, but only slightly.

“No. No, I really don’t need any more customers actually. You’ve bought up nearly my whole stock.” Steve’s eyes widen. He knows he’s smoking probably more than he needs to, but damn, not that much.

“I- fuck. I’m sorry, man. I didn’t mean to smoke you out of house and home, jesus.”

“Hey no apologies necessary over here. If anything you’re keeping me in house and home. You’re paying my bills, Stevie.” He takes a long drag before passing it back. Steve watches as Eddie’s head tilts back, letting the smoke stream out to hit the roof of the van. His head drops back down, meeting Steve’s eyes. He tries to take a hit to play it off, as Eddie continues.

“That’s actually why we wanted you to come over. Are you doing okay? I mean like, as okay as you could be?” 

Steve isn’t surprised. It isn’t the first time his behavior has alerted someone’s concern. After he and Robin experienced the highs (literally) and lows of Russian truth serum, Steve started drinking more and more in an attempt to forget what that horrible drug had felt like. Robin, of course noticed, having also been remembering that overwhelming, dread-induced, giggly feeling. 

Steve sighs out his hit, rubbing a hand down his face. 

“I’m doing fine, man. Really, I’m… coping.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Steve.” Eddie’s face is suddenly intense, the space between his eyebrows all but gone, his lips steeled in a frown. “You’ve been coming to see me three times a week, and I know you’re not stocking up for a rainy day because you don’t like having a large amount in case the kids find it. Don’t think just because you hide behind those sunglasses we haven’t noticed the bags under your eyes. They get darker every single day, dude. When was the last time you slept through the night?”

“Why do you care?” Steve suddenly spits back. “You just said yourself, I’m paying your bills. Isn’t it beneficial for you not to ask questions and let it happen?”

“Normally, yes, but you’re not just a dickhead rich guy who buys weed off me. I mean you are, but you’re also my friend. As a rule, Eddie Munson does not supply self destruction. And while I firmly believe weed is beneficial as a medication, that doesn’t hold true when you’re soaking up your cotton mouth with a bottle of vodka.”

Steve can’t fully process what Eddie is saying to him. He’s too caught up on the word ‘friend”. Steve likes Eddie. He’s a lot more than what he seems on the surface, even made Steve feel a bit of relief tip-toeing around vines in the Upside Down. And those lips. Fuck. But can Steve safely say they’re friends? Eddie’s incredible, but Steve doesn’t deserve incredible. 

“Whiskey, actually,” Steve mutters under his breath. “Look man, I appreciate the concern. If you don’t feel comfortable selling to me anymore, I understand, but I should really get Robin back to my place, that couch is going to kill her neck.” 

Eddie has no chance to react. Steve’s already out of the van, waking Robin to drive them home.

The drive is silent. Steve knows Robin set the conversation up, and Robin knows Steve knows. Maybe she thought Eddie would have a rougher approach. The whole ‘scare him straight’ tactic. It might have worked, even, if Steve could believe help was coming to him with no ulterior motive. Maybe it has to do with how he was raised, or maybe it’s his form of repentance for the way he acted in high school. Whatever the reason, he can’t see the unconditional love the others hold for him.

When they finally pull into Steve’s driveway, Robin hesitates to turn off the car. “I know you’re probably mad at me, I know. I just wanted you to see that I’m not the only one.”

“The only one? What do you mean?”

“The only one who loves you, Steve. We just don’t want to see you suffer anymore. Just, please, say something. Even if you need to yell at me. I just want to know what you’re thinking.”

“I’m thinking… I’m thinking, I love you, Robin, and that’s never going to change. I’m not mad, really. I just don't know. I don’t know what I don’t know, I just know I don't know it.

“O– okay,” Robin says hesitantly. “So, you don’t mind if I stay over?”

“No, I don’t mind. I think I might actually need it.” Robin smiles softly at him. He means every word he says. Nothing could ever change the fact that he loves Robin. But, something is eating away at him. It was like pieces of his heart are slowly being flushed out of his body. Everyday he can feel all those positive emotions less and less.

Silence between them again, they swiftly make their way upstairs, working around each other to get ready for bed with ease. They’re a well oiled machine of toothbrushes, face washing, and pajamas. 

Robin crawls into Steve’s bed after him, both laying on their sides facing each other. Their hands intertwine in a ball between them. They slept like that almost every night following the mall incident, and it still brought them comfort to talk each other to sleep.

“Hey, Rob,” Steve whispers, not wanting to disturb the comfortable quiet between them. Robin hums in response. 

“I don’t know why we had to go through everything we’ve gone through. I still feel like… something is coming. I don’t know, maybe that’s dumb, but I just don’t believe it’s really over. I’m– I’m scared shitless rob.” He finally looks up from the four hands clasping each other on the bed. Robin is staring straight into his soul. She has tears in her eyes, which Steve rushes to wipe away and apologize, but she stops him. 

“Thank you, Steve. For telling me. To tell you the truth, I’ve been really scared too. It just feels like every time we get comfortable we get flipped on our heads again. I know you’ve been through more than me, so it’s not the same, but I really appreciate you trusting me enough to tell me.” Steve is smacked in the face by the power of the smile she gives him. His hands detangle themselves from Robin’s and wrap around her back, pulling her in for a hug. 

They sleep like that for a couple hours, until Steve wakes up from a nightmare, scars burning. The clock reads 6:30 AM, almost time to get up for their opening shift in two hours. Steve carefully pulls his arms away from Robin’s still sleeping form, and heads toward the bathroom. He checks the scars in the bathroom mirror. They look the same as always. Red. Bumpy. Disgusting.

The shirt drops with a heavy sigh and Steve trudges down the stairs to start breakfast, the only sure way to get Robin out of bed being the smell of sizzling bacon. He rounds the corner at the bottom of the stairs and enters the kitchen. Sitting out on the corner is half a bottle of whiskey. There’s a pot of coffee already brewed, still hot. Steve figures Robin must have gotten up to pee not too long ago and started the pot while she was up. He pours a cup and looks back at the bottle. Two hours was enough time to sober up after an Irish coffee. He grabs the bottle and twists the top off. The scent of the amber liquid tantalizing as it hits the mug full of coffee. He raises the drink to his lips, seconds away from taking the first sip, when it’s rudely yanked from his grip.

“What the hell?!” He shrieks, jumping at the sudden intrusion to the moment he assumed was private. 

“This what you eat for breakfast every day?” Eddie stands with Steve’s stolen coffee in hand, directly in his personal space. He’s back in his typical getup, though his hair is still half up as it had been the night before. It’s not unfamiliar, Eddie leaning in too close, throwing himself all over Steve, and he sees him dressed like this more often than not, but the look on Eddie’s face makes him nervous.  

“How the hell did you get in my house, Munson!” Steve realizes he’s shouting too late, as he hears shuffling on the stairs.

“Steve? What are you screaming abou–? Oh, hey Eddie.” Robin says, instantly relaxing into a smile and wave.

“Mornin, Buckley. I was just checking in on our boy here,” Eddie says with a strong hand clapping down on Steve’s shoulder. His knees buckle slightly under the weight.

“Wait, Rob, you knew he would be here? You watched me lock all the doors and you never went back downstairs. How did he get in here?”

“Duh, dingus, I gave him my key!”

“Okay, ignoring the fact that you apparently made yourself a key to my house, you then gave that key to Eddie and didn’t tell me? I thought I was about to be eaten alive by Dart.” Robin chuckles at the name. She had heard stories of Dustin’s pet demodog, though thankfully, she hadn’t been present to witness it.

“It was a necessary evil, dingus. Eddie is officially the babysitter’s babysitter!” Steve turns to look at Eddie who returns it with a smirk.

“And I need a babysitter because?”

Eddie speaks up to answer this time. “Because you have a problem, Steve. And maybe you don’t see it that way, but it’s the truth. So if I have to keep setting traps to pour down the drain until you realize you’re killing yourself and let us fucking help you, I will.” He punctuates the sentence with a flourish of the hand holding the mug, dumping the contents into the sink.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. We all cope differently, okay! You guys laugh at shitty movies about teenage murderers. Some people fuck their way through the whole town, and some people need to dull their thoughts so they can relax. What’s so wrong with that?”

“First of all, you just described three behaviors that fit yourself. Second, you are proving my point, pretty boy. You don’t see this as a problem, just like you don’t see that we really, honestly want to help you. You can kick and scream, call me a freak, annoy the shit out of me, I don’t care. I’m your friend, Steve, the same as Robin. We went through hell together, but you’re still stuck there. I’m here to lead the way out.” Steve, though annoyed, can’t help his eyes watering at the sentiment. Eddie the banished, who fought his way out of Mordor within an inch of his life, is still fighting. All for the sake of Steve. He can’t help the tears from flowing down his cheeks. 

[hetchiew]

Oh J, I'm sorry you're catching a cold 😔😔What are your symptoms so far?

Please take gooood gooood care of yourself, okay? Get plenty of rest, warm tea, eat properly, annnd stay away from stress if that's possible...👉🏻👈🏻

I hope you feel much better very soon🤍 sending u my love&hugs🫂

Thank you!!🥺🫂💖

My whole body aches and feels heavy

I have a headache that pounds whenever I swallow, cough, sneeze, or move my eyes

My sinuses are all swelled up and congested; same with my ears, which is painful (and annoyinggg😤🙄)

My throat is scratchy and sore

My nose is drippy and itchy

I’m all sneezy (& they’re quite messy🤧)

I have a bit of a cough

I’m dizzy & tired

So pretty much just a run-of-the-mill cold! Not so bad as to warrant staying in bed all day, but bad enough that I accidentally took a 3 hour nap without meaning to… I didn’t even realize I’d fallen asleep until I woke up.😅

[myrmyrtheorca]

♡ 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒. ♡ Tag 10 followers you’d like to get to know better

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✧. ┊ 𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴 𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑷 : eeeh... I'm not really a traveller, long trips often give me anxiety and in general I don't like staying far or even just out of the house for too much. I'm a sucker for museums and history though, so I'd say a cultural trip across Italy's most famous medieval towns would probably feel very exciting.

✧. ┊ 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑮 𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑬 : gooood question! I have 0 idea. around the 8th of march it seems from what I can see from my post history...

✧. ┊ 𝑾𝑯𝒀 𝑰 𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑬 𝑨 𝑻𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑳𝑹 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑮 : originally, it was to be an archive for anything related to Killer Whale. When I discovered the community and was welcomed in it, it became both that and my personal window into KHR daily.

✧. ┊ 𝑼𝑹𝑳 𝑴𝑬𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 : it's a direct KW reference, "myrtheorca" felt too short so it became "myrmyr". Again, since it was supposed to be an archive for all things KW, I thought to identify myself with the name Myr, but abandoned the idea when she got presented to the public via her first character sheet.

[peskyfirefly]

hi mishmish!!!!

first of all ilysm

second of all,,, ilysm

and lastly,,,

i saw that you started reading sakamoto days and i was gonna ask who's your fav but then i just saw your reblogs and tags and i was like oh ok nvm - wjfhwidhaj

but aahhh im so happy you're reading it now too! it's literally my fav ongoing manga right now! it's so gooood omg

but still i gotta ask who are your favs (aside from nagumo lmaaoo can't blame you tho he is so !!!! what a headache giver (affectionate)) ??? tell me your thoughts and everything !!! 💕💕💕💕

OMG HI LYNN I LOVE U I LOVE U I LOVE U SOOO MUCH !!! MWAH 🫶

LMAO what gave it away?? was it the im tryna see some BALLS tag???

asideee from nagumo....seba!! I like how he makes gadgets hehe (and how hard he works making them 🥺) and the way he cares so much about his brother and how he protects him and when mafuyu said his brother always comes to save him...I wanted to WEEP 😭😭😭

also ok I know im sooo predictable here but I like gaku too 😭 i can never resist laidback but also strong characters, I fall for them every single time 🙄 (side eyes nagumo)

and honestly ??? shishiba has been growing on me during this series....he's kinda sneaking up there as a fave too 👀 (normally i can tell right away who is a fave so this one surprised me! but the way he was looking after amane in that latest arc really helped solidify him as a favorite 👉👈)

I feel like the whole series kinda snuck up on me in a way ??? asdfghjkl. i kept seeing fanart on twitter I liked and every single time id go "oh I wonder what character this is from" and it was always sakamoto days! so I finally decided to check it out and I didnt really have any expectations but wow!!! I was HOOKED !!! I couldn't put it down omg

i love stories where u get such a good understanding and deeper look into ALL the characters. on every side of the story. and sakamoto days does this sooo well! so u care about or are interested in everyone and that's why I got hookeddd

and damn the art for the fight scenes are soooo gooood. so many good panels, esp when things get intense. like wow u feel the Tension and power in the page!! maybe it's just me but sometimes I struggle with action heavy mangas 😭 bc I feel like im not quite fully understanding the scene but this manga feels different. I feel like I can keep up and totally see what's happening!! im sooo excited to see what happens next !!!!!

[honeymochibubbletea]

So, basically someone sent me an ask and when i was going to respond them i accidentally deleted the ask😳😅😭

Sorryyy! But as an apology, i will write what you sent! (Whoever you are…)

They asked for a Dr. phantasmo with a party animal reader, buuuut… i’ll also write Dr. Phantasmo stuck in a children’s party! :D (why you ask? Well, it’s because i am STUCK in a children’s party. More precisely, my cousin’s party. And it’s HELL, i mean the noises and the other children, not my cousin: i love her greatly🥰 but as someone who’s autistic, being in a children’s party is a hellish nightmare😵‍💫 and i wanted to share my suffering with Phantasmo haha! >:D)

☆~Dr. Phantasmo with a party animal darling~☆:

You two have met when you were getting out of a club and you were drunk. You were staggering to one side to another until you fell against a certain mad scientist’s chest: the doctor himself, Phantasmo.

At first he was very irritated that you fell on top of his chest and you were now giggling and flirting with him. But then he soon saw this as an opportunity to take advantage of you: he would take you to his mansion and experiment on you!

And that’s pretty much what he did: he brought you over his shoulder and carried you without too much trouble.

Although… T-oby would not be very happy with his dad taking advantage of someone who’s intoxicated by alcohol and would try to convince him to take care of you until you were sober and better:

T-oby: Hi dad! How was your day? :D

Phantasmo: . . .it was very shitty but now i brought someone to run some tests on~ so let’s just say that it wasn’t a completely useless day~

T-oby: …Dad… is this person drunk?

Phantasmo: . . .

T-oby: . . .

Phantasmo: . . .

T-oby: …answer me.

Phantasmo: …They may be just a little itty bitty drun-

T-oby: Alright then, that’s all i need to know: YOU are NOT going to take advantage of this person like that.

Phantasmo: and how exactly are you going to stop me from doing so~?

T-oby: *smiles smugly* you won’t have energy for your experiments~ without me you are basically a mad scientist without experiments~

Phantasmo: ……I fucking hate you……

And so Phantasmo took care (much to his resistance and displeasure) of you: he gave you some hot soup and cookies; he forced you to drink a very disgusting medicine to make you feel better of your drunken state; he checked your temperature and did other things of what usually someone would do to take care of someone drunken.

At all times you were flirting a lot with him: you would call him handsome; big marshmallow and your “boo” (he would slap hard his face on that one, lol). Hell you were even politely trying to “steal” a kiss from him (of course, that wouldn’t happen: he would place a finger on your lips to stop you from doing something you would soon regret if you did that… of course, that didn’t stopped you from sucking his finger teasingly gfhgfhfghfgf his will was of slapping you for such insolence, but T-oby stopped him just in time hggfhfggfhgghfg)

After you have finally fallen asleep, he would admire you in your sleep:

Phantasmo: huh… even if they are a little TOO bold… they certainly are quite attractive�� wonder if this will… wake them up…

And then he kissed your forehead and caressed your cheeks…

On the next morning (after you have woken up with a hangover), you worriedly looked around and wondered where you were until you saw Phantasmo floating closer towards you:

Phantasmo: gooood morning sleeping beauty~ did you sleep well~?

Y/n: …i… t-thank you for taking care of me… did i gave you any trouble…? I usually tend to be a little… bold when i’m drunk…

Phantasmo: ohoho yes, you were a headache to me… but also~ *lifts y/n’s chin with a finger* you were also really flirty with me~

Y/n: o-oh…! S-sorry about that… did i make you uncomfortable with my comments…?

Phantasmo: nah, at first i was annoyed but… then i started to enjoy it~… say: may i have your number~?

And after that you two exchanged a lot of messages and video calls. And slowly, were falling in love~ ;3

When you both started dating, you would always drag Phantasmo to the billion of parties you were always invited… and of course, Phantasmo always hated going to every single one of them…

He would soon notice that you could get easily high with the alcohol and that it was a very frequent occurrence too every time you went to a party. He was starting to grow worried about you and decided to set some boundaries to stop your alcoholic addiction:

Phantasmo: y/n… we need to talk.

Y/n: urgh, here it comes the alcohol specialist…

Phantasmo: hey, don’t act so stupid with me! I am only looking out for you! You should be grateful to have someone who cares about you! Unlike your so called frien-

Y/n: HEY, don’t you DARE shit-talk about MY friends! You don’t know what they have done to help me get through!

Phantasmo: oh yeah? Well, they surely don’t seem to give a shit about you when you go drunk mode: i’ve heard them every time you get drunk, they mock you and say horrible things about you! They also say horrible things about me and you don’t even try to defend me!

Y/n: ohoho here it comes the victim blaming! Of course they would say shit about you: you’re a VILLAIN buddy! They just don’t know you well enough! And you sure are controlling man! I am a damn adult, I do what i want; when i want and how i want!

Phantasmo: *visibly pissed* ohohoho! So is that how it is?! Fine! If you think you’re SOOOO mature and that i am a pain in your ass, you can leave my home and never EVER come back! T-oby, show this imbecile the door!

And so, you two haven’t seen each other for months… you were really starting to miss him and regret all the horrible things you’ve said to him… and you were starting to realize how fake are your so called “friends”

You were slowly losing one by one until you had no one anymore: either because you were starting to become poor or because they just were growing bored of you…

You desperately trying to drown your sorrows with alcohol, you weren’t going to parties anymore… after all, you didn’t have friends to invite you… you started to sob and cry over the counter of a pub until a certain ghost patted your back:

Phantasmo: looks like you have became the very thing you said you weren’t: a secluded person…

Y/n: *sniffing* why didn’t you responded my messages! I was missing you! I regretted what i have said!

Phantasmo: because i asked T-oby to block you… i wanted to see how “well” you would be without me.

Y/n: then how did you find me…? And how did you know that i was at the bottom of the pit?

Phantasmo: your so called “friends” posted about how much of a loser you are and how stupid you were trusting them with your money… say: do you have anywhere to go now?

Y/n: *starts sniffing and sobbing* n-no… i am completely poor man… and my parents have expelled me from home… they called me many horrible things… i… i’m stupid… i’m an idiot… i’m useless…

Phantasmo: …alright, alright… let’s stop this self pitying and sulking… let’s go, i have forgave you.

You hugged Phantasmo really hard and apologized many times… he basically took you under his wings and now you felt even worse about everything that happened between you two…

It sure took a lot of time to heal: both your relationship with him and your alcoholism… but eventually, you two fell in love again!

Phantasmo discovered the reason why you had alcoholism in the first place: basically your life was a living nightmare when you were outside of the parties… your parents hated you; you were failing college because of your bad influences of “friends” and the cherry on top: your family had a history of alcoholic addiction… of course, none of that justified what you said to the scientist… but… it sure explained a lot…

T-oby and Viola were still a little angry at you because of what you said to their father… with time T-ob forgave you but Viola? She definitely rubs in your face every time you and Phantasmo have a fight. Not that you two fight that frequently anymore but…

After you have sworn that you would never drink anything alcoholic again, Phantasmo allowed you to go to parties again… now responsibly: it wasn’t a unhealthy coping mechanism anymore, you could really have true fun.

Phantasmo… he would accompany you because one: he’s jealous as fuck and two: he fears someone could drug you and take you away from him… but he STILL hates parties… (my guy is the type of ghost that prefers to stay at home, you know?)

Now here’s some headcanons about Phantasmo stuck in a children’s party, because i said so muahahaha! >:3

He would be only stuck in a children’s party because of one reason: he’s at the birthday of Cortney’s baby brother

And why would he be there if he hates being in parties? Very well, i shall give you the answer: he’s trying to earn Cortney’s trust so that way he can extract Charlie’s weakness out of her

But oh boy, he sure is regretting his life choices: to the infernal children’s loudly, obnoxiously and annoyingly screaming and crying and chewing food and laughing and- to the fact that he wasn’t feeling very welcomed there. All the parents were looking at him with suspicion and judgment and always warned their kids to not get too close to the “creepy old ghost man”.

Until he was starting to have a panic attack in the middle of the “happy birthday to you”: he was breathing rapidly and steadily and no one was giving a fuck about him… except Charlie, who noticed and quickly tried to take him out of the crowd:

Charlie: hey there buddy… you… surely don’t look so good… you want me to-

Phantasmo: *almost on the verge of tears* y-yes please… take me anywhere but this hellish nightmare!

After Charlie and Phantasmo were out of the building where the party was happening:

Charlie: so? How are you feeling now? Do you need anything?

Phantasmo: ……Why are you caring about me…?

Charlie: uh because you were having a full panic attack over there? Duh. You were scaring the children.

Phantasmo: oh? So i was being a nuisance to you all? Is that it? Was my panic attack a nuisance to you?!

Charlie: hey, hey, hey! Easy there! That’s not what i meant! The children were scared because they thought you were feeling ill! Cortney was probably the most worried about you! Jesus… you really take everything to the extreme and personal level, huh?

Phantasmo: …oh, I’m soooorry okay? I’m not used to people worrying about me!

Charlie: *sighs* alright then, i’ll head back there and-

Phantasmo: No! Please! Can’t you… stay with me for a while longer…?

And so, Charlie stayed with Phantasmo: these two would lay on each other’s shoulders and fall asleep after chitchatting with each other with a beautiful sunset warming them🥰🥹

Phantasmo isn’t the type of guy who likes parties, especially with children… he hates children… (except his own)

He probably has social anxiety and phobia but will never admit it

Every time Charlie notices that Phantasmo is having a panic attack, she brings him to a more calmer and secluded place. Without too much noise and people.

But if he’s all by himself in a party, he calls Charlie and asks her if he can stay at her place…

He feels drained out whenever he’s in a party… he hates interacting with people… unless if he’s asking them questions…

[biggerbetterbat]

WITH YOU [12] TS-19

Daryl Dixon x OC!Charlie Reed

Summary: The stay at the CDC doesn't go as planned, they get answers, but they're not what they wanted to hear. Charlie thinks about death.

Warnings: language, thoughts about death, angst, characters death (we can't see it, but we know they did)

Song: Running Delta Spirit

A/N: Hello! I bet you didn't expect the chapter today! I'm exhausted by it, the time I spent on copying the dialogs…but I like it. And with this one, we ENDED SEASON 1!!! Thank you so much for reading, liking, and commenting. I'm glad you like this and hope you enjoy this one :)

WITH YOU ON WATTPAD

She opened her eyes abruptly and tried to take a breath. The room was dark and because they were underground she didn't know if it was day or still night. Daryl's back faced her, so she assumed that he was still sleeping, she knew that he had problems with sleep, so as quiet as she could be, she walked out of the room.

Glenn looked at her once she entered the food court. Her breath just calmed, but pictures from the dream were still present in her head. Charlie saw that Lori and Carl were eating already and T-Dog was preparing something near the counter.

"Charlie!" Carl called her name as soon as he saw her.

With a frustrated sigh, Charlie rubbed her temples, feeling a headache beginning to form. She threw him an annoyed look as Carl's loud antics were making it difficult for her to live. "Shhhh."

"Are you hungover, too?" he asked.

She sat in front of Glenn- who looked just as pale as her and imitated his posture. "No. I feel as if I hit my head into a wall."

Rick couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself. "Rough night, huh, Charlie?"

"I guess you can say that," she said.

"You want one?" Rick asked and gave her two white pills from a bottle that Lori helped him open.

"Thank you." she smiled but was sure that it just looked like a wider grimace.

"Eggs!" T-Dog exclaimed, moving toward the table with a pan. "Powdered but...But I do them gooood."

Glenn groaned at the thought of eating something and from being pale as a wall he turned to a subtle green color.

"I bet you can't tell." Theodore smiled and leaned over his hungover friend. "Protein helps the hangover."

"You know T-Dog, I think I might throw up every bit of it." she looked at him. "But we don't know when we will eat something like that ever again, so I'll try, buddy."

He touched his heart and nodded his head.

"Where'd all this come from?" Rick asked.

"Jenner," Lori answered. "He thought we could use it. Some of us at least."

"Don't ever...ever...ever...let me drink again." Glen groaned as the smell of eggs got to his nose.

Then Shane entered the room and Charlie could tell that the atmosphere changed immediately. She couldn't tell who was so tense with a cop, but she knew something was up. Walsh's cold "Hey." just confirmed her suspicions.

"Feel as bad as I do?" Rick asked with a smile.

"Worse."

"What the hell happened to you?" T-Dog asked him when he was passing him by. "Your neck."

Charlie looked at the man and that's when she saw him. Shane's neck was decorated with two bright red lines."I must have done it in my sleep."

Rick scanned his body and his smile disappeared. "Never seen you do that before."

"Me neither." the cop answered while sitting at the table. "Not like me at all."

"Morning." Jenner interrupted the conversation, making the shift in the air.

"Hey, Doc."

Then Dale exchanged looks with Andrea and then looked nervously at the man who just entered the room. "Doctor, I don't mean to slam you with questions first thing..."

"But you will anyway."

"We didn't come here for the eggs," Andrea said.

"Great, let's ruin the moment again," Charlie mumbled, poking her eggs with face expression of a serial killer.

Daryl sat next to her, ready to eat as Charlie took a plate for him and asked T-Dog to put the eggs on it, too. He looked at her face, trying to read from it how she felt this morning.

"You good?" he asked.

"I was. Before they ruined the breakfast," she said quietly, so Andrea couldn't hear. "Was I horrible last night?"

"Nah," he said.

"Lair!" she nudged him. "Tell me. I want to know if I should be sorry."

"Nah." he shook his head and shoved eggs into his mouth. "What?" when he saw her face he rolled his eyes. "We talked about brothers. You talk awfully lot when you drink, even after you fell asleep."

"I talked in my sleep?" she opened her eyes wider and her heart fastened beating.

"Just random names." he shrugged.

He didn't tell her that she was throwing up in the middle of the night and he was the one holding her hair. He also didn't mention her calling his name terrified in her sleep. He could tell that she already felt like shit.

The group once again entered the big room with a huge screen. She was ready to hear the answers to their questions and find out the cure to the virus. Charlie hoped that after this conversation they would finally find out what was wrong with Jenner. However, something deep down told her that it wouldn't be a pleasurable conversation and that the whole thing was probably a scam as Atlanta's safe zone. But until she heard it from the Doc, there was still hope.

"Give me a playback of TS-19," said Jenner, and right after that they all heard: Playback of TS-19, and the screen lit up. "Few people ever got a chance to see this. Very few."

"Is that a brain?" Carl asked.

"An extraordinary one." Jenner nodded. "Not that it matters in the end. Take us in for EIV."

Enhanced internal view.

Charlie was following what was happening on the screen with wide eyes. "What are those lights?"

"It's a person's life," Jenner said. "Experiences, memories. It's everything. Somewhere in all that organic wiring, all those ripples of light... is you." he explained. "The thing that makes you unique, and human."

"You don't make sense ever?" Daryl asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Those are synapses, electric impulses in the brain that carry all the messages," Jenner said. "They determine everything a person says, does, or thinks from the moment of birth to the moment of death."

"Death?" Rick asked. "That's what this is, a vigil?"

"Yes." Jenner nodded. "Or rather the...playback of the vigil."

"This person died? Who?" Andrea furrowed her eyebrows.

"Test subject 19." the doctor said. "Someone who was bitten and infected...and volunteered to have us record the process," he explained. "Vi, scan forward to the first event."

Scanning to the first event.

The group saw how the brain is slowly dying. Bright, shimmery impulses slowly disappear. "What is that?"

"It invades the brain like meningitis," said Jenner."The adrenal glands hemorrhage, the brain goes into shutdown, then the major organs. Then death. Everything you ever were or ever will be...gone."

Sophia looked up at Carol. "Is that what happened to Jim?

"Yes." she nodded and caressed her daughter's hair.

As the brain turned black and dead, Andrea turned away from the screen, tears running down her face. Jenner looked at her.

"She lost somebody two days ago," Lori explained. "Her sister."

"I lost somebody, too. I know how devastating it is." he nodded. "Scan to the second event."

Scanning to the second event.

"The resurrection times vary wildly. We had reports of it happening in as little as three minutes. The longest we heard of was eight hours. In the case of this patient, it was two hours, one minute...seven seconds." he explained.

They saw how black brain was being lit up with red lights. At first slowly then more and more. Lori opened her eyes wider."It restarts the brain?"

"No. Just the brain stem," he said. "Basically, it gets them up and moving."

"But they're not alive?" Charlie asked.

"You tell me." he scoffed.

"It's nothing like before. Most of the brain is dark." Charlie answered.

"Dark, lifeless, dead," he said. "The frontal lobe, the neocortex, the human part...that doesn't come back. The you part. Just a shell driven by mindless instinct."

Carol jumped as she suddenly saw something tearing the skull. "God. What was that?"

"Shot," Charlie said. "He shot his patient in the head. Didn't you?"

Jenner didn't answer, he looked down and commanded something to the computer."Vi, power down the main screen and the workstations."

Powering down the main screen and workstations

"You have no idea what it is, do you?" Andrea asked, crossing her arms.

"It could be microbial, viral, parasitic...fungal..."

"Or the wrath of God?" Jacqui interrupted.

"There is that."

"Somebody must know something. Somebody somewhere." Andrea said desperately.

"There are others, right?" Carol asked. "Other facilities?"

Jenner shrugged. "There may be some. People like me."

"But you don't know. How can you not know?" Rick asked him this time.

"Everything went down. Communications, directives...all of it." he sighed. "I've been in the dark for almost a month."

"So it's not just here?" Andrea asked. "There's nothing left anywhere? Nothing? That's what you're really saying, right?"

Jacqui closed her eyes and leaned on something as she felt her legs shaking. "Jesus."

"Man, I'm gonna get shit-faced drunk again," Daryl grumbled.

"I have one more bottle under the bed," she said to Daryl. "Don't give me that look. You're welcome."

"Dr.Jenner, I know this has been taxing for you and I hate to ask one more question." Dale finally opened his mouth."But that clock...it's counting down. What happens at zero?"

"The basement generators...they run out of fuel," Jenner said, but his expression showed that he covered something.

"And then?" Charlie asked.

Jenner just walked away.

Rick looked at Charlie and then at the doctor. He licked his lips and repeated the question. "Vi, what happens when the power runs out?"

When the power runs out, facility-wide decontamination will occur.

"You need help?" Daryl asked from behind as he entered their room and saw her packing up.

"No. I didn't even have time to unpack." she smiled lightly. "Here. Take it."

He took the bottle from her hand and looked at her. "Don't want it?"

"I think I'm done...after last night," she said. "Feel free. After what I heard I don't need this to throw up."

"Mmm."

"You were holding my hair, right?" she asked.

Daryl opened his eyes wider and opened his mouth. "I never said..."

"I'm always throwing up."

"Then why are you drinking?"

"Cleansing method." she smiled.

The quiet noise of machines went quiet and they both looked at the doors, hearing Carol's voice. "Why is the air out?"And the lights in our room?"

"What's going on? Why is everything turned off?" Daryl looked at the doctor, leaning out of the room.

"Energy use is being prioritized," Jenner said, snatching the bottle of whiskey from Dixon's hand.

"Air isn't a priority?" Dale asked. "And lights?

"It's not up to me," Jenner answered. "Zone Five is shutting itself down."

"Hey!" Daryl yelled. "Hey, what the hell does that mean? Hey, man, I'm talking to you. What do you mean, it's shutting itself down? How can a building do anything?"

"You'd be surprised," Jenner said.

When Lori caught a glimpse of her husband, she called his name. "Rick?"

"Jenner, what's happening?" Rick asked.

"The system is dropping all nonessential uses of power," Jenner explained. "It's designed to keep the computers running as long as possible. It starts as we approach the half-hour mark. Right on schedule."

Jenner pointed at the clock, that was still going down. He took one more sip and handed the bottle back to Daryl, who took it with so much force, that the liquid almost spilled all over the floor.

"It was the French." he blurted out. "They were the last ones to hold out, as far as I know. While our people were bolting out the doors and committing suicide in the hallways, they stayed in the labs 'till the end." he elaborated. "They thought they were close to a solution."

"What happened?" Jacqui asked.

"The same thing that's happening here," Jenner said. "No power grid. Ran out of juice. The world runs on fossil fuels. I mean, how stupid is that?"

"Let me tell you..." Shawn began but was stopped by Rick's strong grip.

"To hell with it, Shane," he said. "I don't even care. Lori, grab our things. Everybody, get your stuff. We're getting out of here now!"

They were ready to leave when they heard the alarm blaring. Carl looked up at his father. "What's that?"

Thirty minutes to decontamination.

"Doc, what's going on here?!" Daryl shouted.

"Everybody, y'all heard Rick," Shane said. "Get your stuff and let's go! Go now! Go! Let's go."

But before they could walk out of the room, the door closed with a loud sound. Glenn's eyes widened in terror. "No! Did you just lock us in? He just locked us in!"

"We hit the 30-minute window." Jenner ignored their presence and turned on his computer. "I am recording..."

"Carl!" Lori screamed.

"Mom!" he cried out.

Daryl immediately moved towards Jenner, ready to smash his head on the desk. "You son of a bitch! You locked us in! You lying..."

"Wait, no! No, don't do it!" T-Dog yelled.

Daryl was panting and grunting, while he was dragged away from Jenner before he had a chance to hit him with a bottle of whiskey. Shane was holding him around his waist and T-Dog stepped between the redneck and the doctor just in case.

"Hey, Jenner, open that door now," demanded Rick.

"There's no point," Jenner answered. "Everything topside is locked down. The emergency exits are sealed."

"Well, open the damn things." Daryl backed up Rick.

"That's not something I control. The computers do. I told you once that front door closed, it wouldn't open again." Jenner explained. "You heard me say that. It's better this way."

"What is?" Charlie asked in a tone that didn't take bullshit for an answer. "What happens in twenty-eight minutes? What happens in twenty-eight minutes?!"

"You know what this place is?!" Jenner exploded angrily. "We protected the public from very nasty stuff! Weaponized smallpox! Ebola strains that could wipe out half the country! Stuff you don't want getting out! Ever! In the event of a catastrophic power failure...in a terrorist attack, for example...H.I.T.s are deployed to prevent any organisms from getting out."

"H.I.T.s?" Rick asked.

"Vi, define."

H.I.T.s. High-impulse thermobaric fuel-air explosives consist of a two-stage aerosol ignition that produces a blast wave of significantly greater power and duration than any other known explosive except nuclear. The vacuum-pressure effect ignites the oxygen between 5,000 and 6,000 and is used when the greatest loss of life and damage to structures is desired.

"And in English?" Charlie asked.

"It sets the air on fire," Jenner said. "No pain. An end of sorrow, grief...regret. Everything."

The sound of shattered glass echoed through the room as Daryl threw the bottle at the door. "Open the damn door!"

"Out of my way!" Shane yelled as he started running toward the door, carrying an axe.

T-Dog tossed another to Daryl and the two of them started their pointless work at trying to destroy the metal. It was all they could hear with sobs of Carol and Sophia.

"You should've left well enough alone," Jenner said. "It would've been so much easier."

"Easier for who?" Lori asked.

"All of you," he replied. "You know what's out there...A short brutal life and an agonizing death." he turned to Andrea. "Your...your sister...What was her name?"

"Amy."

"Amy." he nodded."You know what this does. You've seen it. Is that really what you want for your wife and son?"

"I don't want this," Rick said.

Then Shane walked up to them, out of breath. "Can't make a dent."

"Those doors are designed to withstand a rocket launcher," Jenner said.

"Well, your head ain't!" yelled even more pissed off Daryl.

"Woah! Woah! Daryl! Daryl!" he yelled while jumping in front of Daryl. "Just back up! Back up!"

"You do want this," Jenner said to Rick. "Last night you said it was just a matter of time before everybody's love was dead."

"What? You really said that?" Shane asked with furrowed eyebrows. "After all your big talk?"

Charlie looked at Rick as if he killed her puppy. Grimes was a stranger to her, she didn't even care about him as she had known him for three days, but he seemed so confident about his words. He convinced them that they could make it.

"I had to keep hope alive, didn't I?"

"There is no hope." Jenner accented. "There never was."

"There's always hope." Rick shook his head."Maybe it won't be you, maybe not here, but somebody somewhere..."

"What part of everything's gone you don't understand?" Andrea asked, looking at Rick angrily.

"Listen to your friend. She gets it." Jenner said. "This is what takes us down. This is our extinction event."

Carol sobbed, hugging her daughter. "This isn't right. You can't just keep us here."

"One tiny moment...a millisecond. No pain." Jenner tried to reason with them.

And he caught Charlie's attention.

What death was better? Being blown up like a balloon or being teared up by the Walkers? Dream flashed right in front of her eyes. Teeth sinking into her skin, blood running down her body...the last thing she would see would be empty eyes and scary faces.

"My daughter doesn't deserve to die like this." Carol cried.

"Wouldn't it be kinder, more compassionate to just hold your loved ones and wait for the clock to run down?" Jenner asked and looked at Charlie.

But she didn't have anyone. She was alone in this world and those people could disappear in a second, they all could just split up and be gone...

A cop cocked his gun and Rick decided to step in. "Shane, no!

"Out of the way, Rick! Stay out of my way!" Shane yelled. "Open that door or I'm gonna blow your head off! Do you hear me?!" he demanded.

"Brother, brother, this is not the way you do this. We will never get out of here." Grimes tried to calm his best friend.

"Shane you listen to him," Lori begged.

"It's too late. He dies. We all die!" Rick yelled. "Shane! Shane!"

Shane yelled and fired a gun at one of the computers. Charlie jumped as she didn't expect the noise, holding Glenn's hand to find the reassurance. Right after that, Rick wrestled the gun from his friend's hands. "Are you done now? Are you done?"

"Yeah, I guess we all are," Shane said.

"I think you're lying," Rick said to Jenner.

"What?"

"You're lying...about no hope," Rick said. "If that were true, you'd have bolted with the rest or taken the easy way out. You didn't. You chose the hard path. Why?"

"It doesn't matter."

"It does matter. It always matters." Grimes insisted. "You stayed when the other ran. Why?"

"No, because I wanted to. I made a promise...to her," he said and pointed at the screen. "My wife."

"Test subject 19 was your wife?" Lori asked.

Daryl took an axe and walked away from the group, trying to let out his anger on metallic doors once again.

"She begged me to keep going as long as I could. How could I say no? She was dying." he said. "It should've been me on that table. I wouldn't have mattered to anyone. She was a loss to the world. Hell, she ran this place. I just worked here. In our field, she was an Einstein. Me? I'm just...Edwin Jenner. She could've done something about this. Not me."

"Your wife didn't have a choice. You do. That's...that's all we want...a choice, a chance." Rick begged.

"Let us keep trying as long as we can." Lori tried to help her husband and convince Jenner.

"I told you topside's locked down. I can't open those." the doctor was still refusing.

He walked away and after a moment the doors that Daryl was trying to hit, opened. "Come on, let's go!" Daryl yelled.

"Come on! Come on! Let's go! Come on!" a chorus of people started yelling as they ushered to make their escape.

Charlie just stood there, looking at Jenner. She felt so torn apart between staying and going. There was nothing left for her out there, but was it her time to die?

But Glenn decided for her as he pulled her arm almost ripping it away. She started running after him, leaving Jacqui, Andrea, and Dale behind.

"We're gonna get out of here, Sophia," Carol said to her daughter as they made their way out.

"There's your chance. Take it!" she heard Jenner's voice.

"I'm grateful," Rick answered.

The last words were muffled, but she heard: "The day will come you won't be."

As soon as they reached their cars, they saw Andrea with Dale. They were running as fast as they could, but they wouldn't make it, so they just ducked down.

"Down," Daryl demanded and forced Charlie down.

She heard the noise of falling walls and felt that everything was shaking. Then she could see burning leftovers of the CDC.

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[hannieween]

1) awwww how is the sex in the beginning so fluffy but so hot at the same time✋️❤️⁉️

2) WE ARE BEGINNING TO SEE SOME GROWTH AYEEE🫡💗

3) SHE'S ON TOP LESSGOOO🫂💓🛐

4) "Questions," "I want you to have all my cum inside your pretty cunt 'til it's leaking." IM SCREAIMG WITHOUT THE S WUT THE ACTUAL FUCK🗣‼️

5) "Joshua was shirtless, you discovered a second after. The hickeys you made on his skin were on full display, from his Adam's apple to his chest." LESSGOOOOO PHONE SEX

6) oh.... no phone sex..

7) "Even if he rejected your feelings, you'd at least have that: a clear answer." OH MY FUCKING GOD i am massaging my head rn🫠😫🤡

8) "You are a dumbass," Yen told you as soon as you finished telling her all your troubles. "A big dumbass," she scoffed. THANK YOU MISS GURL WHO I FORGOT ABT BUT FOR THIS LINE ITSELF ID EAT HER OUT💪💋‼️

9) "He was busy, he was living a big opportunity. You couldn't burden him with your own little drama". Oof why did that hit hard even tho im never been in a silly little relationship but a silly little guy😨🥹🫣

10) "Only to find him completely asleep, head resting on the couch headrest, mouth parted, chest beginning to rise and fall slower." WAKE UP MOTHERFUCKER😤💀‼️

11) "Because you're–," his frown deepened and he had to take a sharp breath to compose himself. "You're not mine." YES EXACTLY‼️ YOU HAVE GONE PAST THE KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE BRO‼️ YOU FELL STRAIGHT INTO HER PUSSY🗣🗣 NOW PLS DATE AHHHHHHGH

12) "We'll find the right moment" is this suddenly a situationship AHH I CANT TELL WHAT SITUATION THIS EVEN IS AHHHHH🫣🫠‼️

13) "I thought it was hot that they were nearly drooling over you," I CAN DROOL AROUND YOUR DICK 🗣💗

14) "No, you promised you wouldn't do this again, I've had enough. We're talking." THE CLIFFHANGER IS ILLEGAL NOOOOOO 😫 💓‼️

OH MY GOOOOD

oh oh okay here i go:

idk!! even my bf was lowkey impressed haha

YESSS THERE'S SOME 🤏🏻 GROWTH!

for like two minutes but HEYOOOOO READER'S ON TOP!! 🔛🔝

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WE GOTTA WAIT FOR THE PHONE SEX!!! (>ᴗ•)

hehe 👉🏻👈🏻

me too tbh but that's bc i have a splitting headache hahaha

HAHA HOW COULD YOU FORGET ABOUT THE NPCS/j 🤣

i love me some angst it's yummy hehe

HAHAHAH THAT MADE ME LAUGH FR FR

YES!! I'M BEGGING FOR THESE TWO TO START DATING!! maybe they're giving me the headache

i guess we'll find out on the next chapter 😫

OH MY— ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀) i get u i do

TAKE ME TO PRISON

haha i love your reactions sm! i always anticipate your comments on my ask. ily 💟

[kuyajermsss]

For weeks, I've been feeling mentally unwell. I have tried various ways to keep myself uplifted—going to the gym, keeping myself preoccupied with something, getting productive at work, and even taking a vacation up north. All of these have somehow helped me divert my mind to something else...but I couldn't feel that it's getting lighter. My mood would randomly fluctuate throughout the day, sometimes I find myself in deep state of contemplation, sometimes I find myself laughing at humorless things.

I don't know if my headaches these days were due to stress and overthinking stuff, but it doesn't really feel like a sickness—it feels lightheaded, droopy, lethargic...I don't know, I just feel weak. My body is screaming for a bed rest, but my mind doesn't really want to shut off. Gooood I need a break.

[desperate2lose]

August 1st, 2023

10 am: BIIIIIIIITCH I JUST HAD AN OFFICIAL WEIGH IN AND IM 249.4!!!!!! which means in only 1 week i’ve lost 4.4 lbs!!!!! i’m so happy 😭 i feel like i might reach my first gw by early september!

i can’t wait to measure myself on the 25th and see if there are any changes<3

6 pm: i started a cute weight loss tracker eeee. also i had a good psychiatry appt today and guess who has adhd lmaoooo 🤪

for breakfast i had my pb&j oatmeal recipe and it was so freaking gooood and under 300 cal too. usually i hate sugar replacements but i actually didnt hate the stevia i put in it.

for lunch i had a sandwich 🥪 with pretzel bread 🥨.

i think my partner and i are having baked chicken tonight, so pretty okay day cal wise, i’ll probably have eaten 1000 by the end of the night.

11 pm: sighhhhh i have an afterwork headache from not eating enough. hopefully dinner and a powerade zero will help.

Midnight: it definitely helped i feel fine. also i completed my myfitnesspal diary and it told me i might be 229 in 5 weeks 🥰 i hope so 🤞🏻

goodnight 😴