#im so worried this situation will feel so out of control driving will just give me panic attacks

[luxsea]

y'know i never thought i'd ever drive and now im being forced through the process so fast by family members that think its soooo easy to learn bc their experience was from practicing in the suburbs whereas i live on the busiest fucking street in the city and theyre expecting me, someone who JUST got their learners, has had no schooling OR has even put their foot on the gas before to move and parallel park multiple times a week to avoid getting parking tickets in a new car that i should be excited abt but was forced on me even tho i cant afford it!!!

[comet-forgot-you]

yo hear me out, so it started with R shouting "You're crazy Amber?!!" cus she found amber is ghostface and amber reply with "wel don't you think you shouldn't have let in a murderer inside your house" and they starred each other off and just have a makeout session + passionately fuck?

thankyou.

smut. 18+ pls.

do not repost for any reason.

you opening the door in nothing but a t shirt and underwear, recognizing the frantic knocks from amber. she was dressed in her black robe, a cut on her arm, bruises littered over her body.

you didnt even think to question it, your girlfriend was injured and that was all you were worried about, the strangeness of the situation not hitting you until you were done cleaning her up, wrapping her arm up.

“what the hell happened?” you asked, finally taking in her clothing. “what the hell are you wearing? is that a fucking knife? amber what the hell are you doing?” your never ending questions not allowing her answer. then it hits you, the robe, the knife, the blood, the recent murders.

your girlfriend was ghostface.

“you’re fucking ghostface? you’re the one thats been killing everyone? amber what the fuck!”

she grabs your shoulders, its startling and enough for you to shut up for two seconds. “calm down.”

“calm down? amber you’re killing people! my girlfriend is a fucking murdered and you want me to calm down? amber, you’re fucking crazy!”

she pauses for a moment.m, her eyes narrowing. “im crazy? you’re the one that let a killer into your house.” your eyes widened, fear washing over you for a brief moment. “you think im just randomly killing these people? its for you, its all for you. everyone of them is for you.”

shes fucking crazy.

amber had always joked about how she would kill for you. at least you thought it was a joke, now you weren’t so sure. it scared you, just a little bit.

but it was hot.

your eyes meet hers as she sets her knife down on your countertop. theres still blood on it, streaks of dried blood coating the blade. your lips are on hers before you know it. its hot, her tongue dancing with your own. she turns the two of you around, trapping you between her body and the counter. she reaches behind you, your lips never leaving each other as she pushes the knife away from you.

she taps your thighs and helps you onto the counter, her hands unable to keep still on your body. she kneads and pulls against you, forcing whines to fall from your lips. her fingers finally meet your clothed cunt, feeling the wet spot that appeared on you underwear. she pulls the fabric to the side, far to eager to have you right now than to take the time to pull them off of you.

her fingers run through your folds before sinking into your cunt, curling them slightly. you pull away from her lips, starting to feel lightheaded at the lack of oxygen and the pleasure. your hot, heavy breaths mixed with each other, both of you so needy for the other.

“all for me?” you whisper the question out and amber nods. your walls squeeze at fingers at the confirmation, everything she’s done has been for you, and it was attractive in its own way. it doesnt go unnoticed by amber, a smirk creeping onto her lips.

“you little freak. do you get off on the fact that im killing for you? hmm?” you walls squeeze around her fingers again, giving amber the confirmation she needed. her lips trail down your jaw, using her free hand to tilt your head up slightly, allowing her more access to your neck.

“ambs,” you suck in a breath as her teeth scrape your neck. she presses a gentle kiss to the skin.

“hmm?”

shes sucking a deep mark, her fingers not to stopping their movements inside of your cunt. you let out a shaky moan, already so close, “please.” her thumb starts to rub your clit in tight circles, the added pleasure bringing you closer to your high.

you cant control your moans, everything about amber was just driving you crazy, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “im not stopping you, hun.”

[misireads]

The Breakdown by B.A. Paris

[ audiobook, listened in english ]

on a stormy night, a young teacher is driving home from a party with friends and decides to take a shortcut through a winding forest path, where she sees a lone car parked on the side of the road. she gives the driver a chance to ask for her help but when they don't, she decides to keep driving and goes home. the next day, a story about a woman having been murdered in her car on the forest road is all over the news. weighted by the guilt of not having helped the woman in the car, the main character gradually spirals out of control with increased paranoia as she believes the murderer saw her that night and is now after her as well. at the same time, lapses in her memory make her worry she's on path to having early onset dementia like her late mother, and all of this combined is also making her previously happy marriage fall apart.

➕ yes i'm back giving ms paris another chance, because she was recommended to me. so did i like this better than behind closed doors? absolutely i did, here we have a genuine mystery thriller with all the cosy tropes and a plot with actual tension! i knew this was a superior book from scene one, it immediately set such a strong scene, i was just YEEHAAAW time to buckle in, finally. it's not the most masterful or unique story or anything and has a bit of a lacklustre deus ex machina resolution, but it's the good old thing. with an ending i didn't see coming, too! obviously behind closed doors immediately put me in the mindset of finding the husband suspicious but [spoiler] humouring that the best friend might be the bad guy was just a wild theory of mine, and i certainly didn't suspect two people. i thought it would just be choosing between the husband and the john guy, where either could be the culprit

➕ a spoiler-free plus point, more vaguely: there weren't a whole lot of suspects in here, but i think the story did a good job juggling with those it had and making you wonder which one it is, steering you this and that way as it went. i don't mind simpler mysteries like this because i'm not very smart so it makes me feel like i can actually participate in the guessing game GNDJGNDJ

➕ the main character is almost reminiscent of victorian era stuff, what a Woe Is Me dramatic bitch with larger than life emotions and melancholy. horrible but great

➖ these bitches be speaking all their stupid ass thoughts out loud in these books tho. sometimes you just wanna reach out a hand and put it in front of their mouths like shush…time to shut up. why are you saying these things in this situation. don't you have even a crumb of self-awareness. AND the fact that she immediately jumps into thinking the murderer is also after her (based on… umm… nothing???) because clearly she's such an important person, some real self-important buffoon behaviour. plus never once thinking the culprit could be a woman, not a man. heteronormative self-important buffoon behaviour?

➖ this isn't a massive complaint since i overall enjoyed the story but the pacing was a bit off. the beginning is a bangin' but then when we get to the silent calls and cass's dementia scares, well about half of those could have been halved or cut out tbh. and the SMS part in the end, it was not only some hyper turbo mode exposition stuff which seems to be a common problem in paris's writing judging by these two books, but also dear god, fucking insufferable to listen to in audiobook form LMAO

➖ speaking of phones. how are the characters in her books so dumb about phones? like, we are talking about mobile phones here, right? i had so many questions about the silent call sequences. why didn't she ever call the number back? track down where the calls came from? why didn't she just leave the line open to a forever stalemate/wasting the caller's time until they have to give up? how did she know the caller was a man? why didn't she just leave the phone be and only let the answering machine work when any important person needed to get to her? why do both the house phone and matthew's phone work but magically hers never does so she can't use it????? this all was some real tedious buffalo shit ass garbage plot-convenient turdmageddon stuff right here

➖ probably there was something else but i forgot because the phone stuff got me so worked up. oh now i remember! maybe the dumbest scene i've ever come across in any book (in recent memory anyway). the main character looking at a room, ""sensing"" that something is amiss (but not actually seeing a single thing, not going in to investigate, nuthin'), and proceeding to verbally freak out about it to the point of calling the police that someone has broken in, like, yes okay sure go ahead and have some fucking sixth sense, but did it not cross her mind for even a second that she could, oh i don't know, have like… evidence? to back her words up? and how it looks and sounds like that she doesn't??? i'm just, i can't. that scene was so fucking stupid, it made me second guess whether i like this book after all. like sure she's messed up from paranoia and drugs and whatever but that scene was very much set up as her being like, 100% confidently saying this shit and underlining how sharp she is feeling about it. well if you're so fucking sharp then put yourself in another person's position for five fucking seconds and think how what you're saying sounds like to them i beg you, jesus christ on wheels.

⭐ score: 3½ -- still, i liked it. maybe because i read it after behind closed doors, which i didn't like. so i was just so happy to have a genuine, atmospheric murder mystery to listen to that also managed to surprise me a little.

[its-a-hil]

okay ask game under the read more doing all of them bc why not i love talking about myself

1) comfort characters going specifically with the ones i dont kin - ringo from penguindrum, mu ye from half, ,,,, ,,, i think that might be it actually im too much of a kinnie for this uwu

2) lighter or matches matches even though im bad at them i just like scraping the thing against the thing with the fear that ill burn my fingers. dont really use them recently though since my family hasnt really lit candles in a long time

3) do i leave the window open at night god no how could i it's too cold out there give me my warm cozy carbon dioxide pls

4) which cryptid do i believe in kraken really anything related to the sea i feel like we have the ground fairly well mapped up but the sea is SO BIG

5) eye color i mean basic brown, but also ive been complimented on them by total strangers multiple times so i just dont fucking get it

6) why did i do that look that particular scene in tales of arise is just so bad i am losing my mind over it help i cant stop seeing it and imagining how much better it could be but they wanted to ship the children in a way that didnt make any fucking sense i just

7) hair ties or scrunchies both! a scrunchie is nice for if i dont want to put effort into it, but if im braiding or even just splitting my hair bilaterally hair ties just work better and feel cleaner (<- all of her scrunchies are different colors and it makes her feel off-balance to use two of them)

8) number of water bottles in my room just the one, stainless steel reusable camelback my beloved <3

9) hot coffee or cold coffee no. give me (filtered) tap water 99% of the time and chai if im in a social situation with my indian friends and that is IT

10) would i slaughter the rich i mean not really it wouldnt fix anything since capitalism isn't a group of people it's a pervasive system i would be down to de-rich the rich though that sounds way more humanizing for all involved parties

11) fav extracurricular activity toss-up between puzzle club and rock climbing cross country and theater are pretty fun too but you need to have a social group in place to really enjoy them (<- has learned this lesson multiple times and yet)

12) what kind of day is it a day where i lose my mind to tales of berseria endgame content apparently

13) last time i ate just now had dinner with parents, we had idli it was great i love idli

14) do i love the smell of earth after it rains not particularly but i do love charting a path on the sidewalk and jumping over puddles while the rain is coming down in droves and i have 4 minutes to get to class

15) am i a parent nah but i'd be happy to be one someday if im allowed to adopt and/or womb transplants and we havent abolished parenthood yet

16) can i drive yes and i dont want to expunge this knowledge from my brain pls #smash your local car

17) farsighted or nearsighted i think im very slightly farsighted but not enough to need glasses so idrc

18) hair products i use nothing special just like shampoo and conditioner i dont blowdry unless absolutely necessary though i just let it drip into my shirt that's more comfy

19) would i paint your nails at a sleepover oh fuck yeah girlie but you have to be ready for me to make mistakes bc i am clumsy as shit and my fine motor control is really lacking sometimes and honestly i would be too scared id fuck something up but i would still do it anyway bc you asked and i am Helpful™ as part of my sense of self which is Definitely healthy i promise you dont need to worry about a thing

20) do i say soda or pop soda this is a very boring question i cant even think of a good way to elaborate on it

21) something ive kept since childhood my yamaha keyboard that's probably older than me and doesnt have a full piano range or pedals but i love it nonetheless

22) what type of person am i ideologically against personality quizzes and boxes next question

23) how do i feel about chilly weather while im in a warm building: ugh it's so cold outside i hate this my skin is dry and the trees are dead it's so gross i need to build a coal power plant to end this while im outside: *exhales to see the puff of water vapor* *swishes my scarf* *smiles at the beauty and resilience of nature*

24) if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing depends how high the rooftop is if it's like more than a couple stories id just be looking out over the world and possibly peoplewatching if that's available if it's just like a house, i'd take in the air and just kinda vibe yknow?

25) perfume / body spray or lotion? i mean lotion my skin will constantly itch horribly if i dont put it own and i have the scars on my thighs to prove it

26) a scenario ive replayed multiple times i did this so often in so many ways throughout middle/high school that i just kinda got burnt out from it and now i really dont like thinking about it sorry before you ask no she was not okay

27) about how many hours of sleep do i get probably about 9 on average but i can function with any amount for a single day if i had enough the day before

28) do i wear a mask of course i do!! i cant when im coerced into certain social situations but i never initiate something like that and i always wear one at my job or on errands plus it's just nice to wear when it's cold out so your lungs dont freeze

29) how do i like my shower water hot like i need to feel a tiny bit of stinging or it just isnt hot enough

30) are there dishes in my room no a few candy bags but anything that touched actual food is in the trash

31) what type of music keeps me grounded changes constantly, pretty much the song ive been listening to recently for a while it was heir of grief (homestuck) but it's slowly moved around to random japanese music along with my general taste

32) do i have a favorite towel nah i just kinda use whatever will stay dry

33) the last adventure ive been on when i went to the japanese arcade and saw a ddr-like game with hatsune miku in it probably

34) is there a song i know every word to by heart sure - a few crane wives songs, but mostly it's japanese songs that i dont know what most of the words mean i just memorized the phonemes

35) whats my timezone eastern standard time in winter, eastern summer time in summer, bc EDT is a horrible acronym that no one ever uses and it's obvious from context

36) how many times have i changed my url none really but also i havent been using tumblr that long anyway if we count twitter i changed it twice - once bc i didnt like my old branding and again bc 'shill' is a bad word to have in your twitter @ when the nft bots are constantly looking for it

37) someone in my life i've known for 10+ years pretty much most of my elementary/middle school friend group we stayed in touch throughout high school and college

38) a soap bar that smells good soap bars are HORRIBLE and if i use them they dry out my skin and i die (see 25)

39) do i use lip balm no im lazy and usually drinking water is enough to keep them more or less moisturized

40) did i have snacks today girl yes and theyre all called chocolate

41) how do i take my coffee this is bullying. i am being cyberbullied right now.

42) an app i use frequently besides this one discord, firefox for android, bang dream girls band party, the obs camera app that lets me put hello kitty velvet crowe onstream and pat her head

43) my take on spicy foods they're good! i like them i also like nonspicy foods though it's kinda like with garlic im happy either way

44) if i had a free pass to kill anyone, who i mean who are you a cop but no one i wouldnt be able to kill someone either emotionally or practically i am too clumsy and also i refuse to do that unless someone i care about is immediately in danger and that's the only way i can think of to save them

45) can i remember what happened yesterday yeah i went to work, went rock climbing, came home and fucked around on my puter for a few hours

46) fav holiday film what is a holiday film *thinks* groundhog day and that's my final answer

47) last message i sent "oh sorry any time works for me really" <- setting up a time to go rock climbing with my sister

48) when did i first try an alcoholic beverage summer solstice 2021 (3 months before i turned 21) i had a bottle of angry orchard and it did not make the social interaction any easier to bear

49) can i skip rocks ive done it before but it's been a long time i know the basic mechanics though i could probably get it back in a couple attempts, though i dont think ive ever managed more than like 3 skips

50) can you tag me in random stuff sure but id prefer if you share it as a dm so i can actually like. discuss it with you please if any of my oomfies have read this far and see birdgirl art (or birdboy art im so starved) i NEED to see it

[lovinhub]

blurb request: hooking up with Rafe in/on his truck after an argument; whether with the pouges or between the two … please?

Five minutes

Rafe Cameron x reader

Warnings: smut, mentions of a physically fight, swearing, public(ish) sex, swearing

I love getting requests!! Just fyi, if you have sent in a request, I will definitely be responding to it!! Don’t worry I will get there 😚

This is just a short one!

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“Five minutes Rafe, five fucking minutes is all it took?” You yelled, walking away from the pulsating beat coming from the speakers inside the house.

“What was I supposed to do, huh?” He yelled back, pulling your arm to force you to face him.

“Oh I don’t know, control your temper perhaps?” You scoffed, talking as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

Rafe ran his hands over his face, fingers running their way through the roots of his hair.

“I’m not going to stand there and let some fucking pervert try it on with my girl” he spoke through gritted teeth.

“That doesn’t mean you knock him out, Rafe!” You shouted, wide-eyed. Mostly terrified at the sight you’d witnessed, your boyfriend grabbing the stranger by the shoulder and knocking him out in one punch.

“Would you rather I just let him fucking flirt with you in front of me?” He raised his voice

“No Rafe. You didn’t even give me a chance to reject the poor guy before you broke his jaw!”

“Who gives a shit anyway”

“Me, Rafe. I give a shit!”

“Fuck this, get in the truck Y/N” he spoke, walking past you to open the passenger door for you. As angry as he was, he was still your ever-loving boyfriend, acting on his ‘duties’ (as he would call them), no matter the situation.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes before hopping in the passenger seat.

The ride started off quiet, just the small hum of the engine and sweet melodies making their way through the speaker.

You looked out the window, driving past the ocean. It was so calm, so peaceful and sound. Looking back over at Rafe, you could tell just by his body language he was still agitated. The way his hands gripped the steering wheel, and how his biceps ever so slightly twitched. There’s no lying, Rafe was definitely hot when we was angry.

“You gotta learn to trust me, Rafe” you said, breaking the silence.

“Seriously baby, be quiet” he replied, eyes locked on the road in front of him.

“Why’re you angry at me? I didn’t fucking do anything!” You exclaimed

“It’s not you I don’t trust, you know that. It’s just, I know how guys think and it doesn’t help when you give them the face” he said, voice still slightly loud

“What face?” You asked, bewildered look on your face.

“Oh, come on. You know the face im talking about”

“This face?” You asked, slightly inching your face downwards whilst eyes locking with Rafes, subtly biting your lip.

He shook his head, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. Suddenly, the car pulled into a near empty parking lot. He parked in the far corner, away from the road and other cars.

“Get in the back” is all he said, and you did as he wished. You smiled to yourself, loving how Rafe is when he’s pissed off. Yeah, he’s like a god in bed, but when he’s angry he’s different. Rafe becomes rough, and sloppy rather than his usual selflessness and heaven-like self.

As soon as you close the back door behind you, Rafe pulled you on to his lap, riding the hem of your dress up to sit by your waist. He squeezed you hips, pushing you further into his lap to feel how hard he was already.

He lightly wrapped his hand around the nape of your neck, pulling you down to speak directly into your ear.

“Let’s see if you can still make that face when I’m done with you” he whispered, dragging his teeth along your neck, placing wet kisses along the way.

His words caused a small whimper to escape your lips, already soaking wet. Rafe ran his hand up your thigh, circling the pads of his fingers on your clit. Your brows furrowed, head falling back at the pleasure he was giving you.

Without warning, Rafe spun you around so you were laying underneath him. He continued his movements on your most sensitive area, not faltering from his steady pace. He suddenly inserted two fingers deep inside of you, immediately moving them in a ‘come here’ motion. Your back arched, a loud moan releasing from your lungs.

“You wanna make faces like that again baby?” He seductively asked.

You couldn’t form a sentence together, all you managed to do was screw your eyes shut and shake your head.

With two fingers inside of you, Rafe used his fingers on the other hand to continue his circular motions.

“Rafe.. I can’t..” you whimpered

“Yes you can baby” he spurred you on.

Within minutes, you reached your orgasm hard. You back arched, hands trying to find something to grab into which happened to be Rafes arm. Even after your orgasm, he never slowed down his pace. He carried on until you were so sensitive you had to physically pull his hand away.

He grabbed your waist, turning you so you were laid on your front. He grabbed your hips, raising your ass in the air. With one hard spank, Rafe sunk his cock deep inside of you. He didn’t give you a chance to adjust before dragging out of you again.

“Tell me baby, are you a good girl?” Rafe groan.

“Yes, Rafe, please just fuck me” you whined

He tutted in response, rubbing his dick through your folds causing you to jolt slightly, still sensitive from your previous orgasm.

“Good girls get fucked by their boyfriends. I don’t think you’re a good girl sweetheart” he smirked.

“I am a good girl, I love you so much” you replied, pleading with him whilst pushing yourself into him.

“Okay baby, I believe you” Rafe said, grabbing a fist full of hair before pushing himself completely inside of you.

“I don’t ever wanna see you make that face for anyone else, you hear me?” He gritted, fucking you hard and fast. You swear you were gonna have a bruised ass from this.

“I promise Rafe, I’m only yours” you moaned. He lovely groaned at your response.

“Oh fuck, that’s right. You’re fucking mine”

Rafe carried on relentlessly fucking you, loving the way you couldn’t contain your moans.

He brought one hand underneath you, carrying on the same circular movements from earlier.

Rafe could feel you clenching around his cock, which only bought him close to his orgasm.

You let out broken moans, legs shaking as you rescued your second orgasm, Rafe following not long after.

“I fucking love you” he said, panting as he stilled inside of you.

“I fucking love you too” you replied, letting out a breathy laugh.

He pulled out of you, allowing you to turn to sit on the backseat, legs still shaking.

You both sat there for a few moments, just listening as you were catching your breaths.

Rafe pulled you in for a kiss, finishing off with a few pecks.

“Ice cream?” You asked

“Hell yeah”

[miyagihawk]

why’d you only call me when you’re high? pt. 2 | eli “hawk” moskowitz x reader

part one

here’s part 2 by popular demand! based off the arctic monkeys song and amazing request by @deadbeatharlz <3 thank you guys for the support on part 1 im so happy you liked it :)

warnings: self harming behavior, LOTS of swearing, alcohol and drug abuse, sooo so angstyyyy buckle up

summary: it’s been 3 months since your last night with hawk, and you haven’t been yourself.

word count: 3,062



The past 3 months have been rough. Maybe the worst you’ve ever been. You fell into the deep hole that you dug yourself. The hole of loving Hawk Moskowitz.

You never thought you’d be one of those people who let unrequited love devastate their whole being. In fact you always thought the whole heartbreak thing was pathetic and melodramatic. Until it happened to you.

You hate yourself for letting him have this effect on you. But there’s a pestering voice in the back of your mind that reminds you: it’s all your fault. He didn’t ask you to love him. It’s just easier to blame him for your downfall.

Parties, drugs, alcohol. Sex with people you don’t even know. High on the same drug that compelled him to call you in the night.

You’ve become so desperate to forget him that you ruined yourself. It hurts your pride to be the whiny heartbroken girl who let a stupid boy’s rejection shatter her self worth. But the hole is too deep and there’s no hope trying to grasp onto the dirt walls to get out.

The worst part of it is that he sees it all. At school, (if you even go) he looks at you like the scum of the earth as he passes by with his little karate gang. When you end up at the same party, he’ll have a disgusted expression on his face and leave as if he can’t bare to look at you. 

Tonight is one of those nights, and you watch him from across the backyard as he goofs around with his friends. He hasn’t noticed you yet, hence why he’s even still here and not on his way out the door to get away from you.

“If you stare at him any longer, I think he’ll shoot up into flames,” your best friend Robby hands you a cup, and you don’t hesitate before downing its unknown contents. The burn in your throat makes you hum with content.

“That’s the plan,” you take your eyes of off Hawk to look at Robby. You gesture to his own cup in his hand, “Are you gonna drink that?”

“Easy there, Y/N. We got here 5 minutes ago,” he warns, but holds out the drink towards you anyway. Robby’s always been worried about you and your habits, but he knows how you can be when you’re told no.

You swallow down the drink in a few seconds, ignoring his remark. “5 minutes? I can beat my record!” you cheer sarcastically, and start walking to the kitchen in search of a keg. Robby follows closely behind you, a wary look on his face.

The fuzzy feeling starts to take over your body as you throw back drink after drink. It’s the buzz you crave every second of every day because it just makes you feel so good. Everything is happier and your cares feel so far away. Hawk feels so far away.

You sit on the couch next to Robby in your dazed trance, drunkenly rambling to him about random things. He glares at anyone who comes near you and looks like they would take advantage of you in your state.

Robby really hates you like this, but he can’t help but feel protective over you. He’s not even a fan of parties; he really only goes to keep an eye on you. You’re grateful even though you act like you hate it when he babysits you.

“Heyyy pretty Y/N! Want some?” Yasmine approaches where you sit, a joint held between her fingers. Her eyes are drooped and she sways as she stands.

You reach out to take the blunt, but you feel Robby push your arm down. “You’re already drunk. That’s enough,” he says sternly, making you roll your eyes.

“I can do what I want, Dad,” you taunt, and take the joint from Yasmine. Smoke fills up your lungs, immediately giving you pleasure. Robby just shakes his head in disapproval as the air around him becomes hazy.

“I’m going to the bathroom. Stay here,” he orders, getting up from the couch.

You nod, but of course, you don’t listen. The sound of splashing from outside sets off a lightbulb above your head and you feel like you’re floating while you walk to the backyard.

Right as you step out of the house, you make eye contact with none other than Hawk. He gives you a distasteful look like always, before turning back to his group. Asshole.

You just scoff and stumble towards the pool, where a couple is making out and a few people are drunkenly playing with the water like little kids.

Reaching the edge of the pool’s rim, you let yourself fall in with a splash. You feel the pressure in your ears start to build as you sink to the bottom. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re cross faded, but being underwater feels like a world of bliss.

The loud music of the party is muted, creating a sense of serenity. The legs of the other people in the pool make you laugh to yourself, sending bubbles from your mouth to the surface. It’s glittery and pretty and you want to stay forever.

You don’t know how long you’re under there for, but you don’t notice your lungs running out of air. It just feels good to be alone for a second. Next thing you know, you feel your eyes start to droop closed; a strange peace overcoming your body.

A loud thrashing noise in the water makes you wake up with a gasp. You swallow too much water as you feel someone grab hold of your arm. It’s all a blur and you’re being pulled up to the surface, taking you away from the tranquil world you were just in.

The music is pounds against your ears again and the air is cold on your skin. You feel your body being laid down on the concrete of the poolside, but everything feels numb. You just feel sleepy and you want to close your eyes again.

“Y/N, hey, wake up. Wake up,” a voice makes your eyes shoot back open. Someone is looking down at you, with a hand shaking your shoulder. Your vision is somewhat blurry, but the mohawk gives it away. It’s him.

You suddenly become aware of the large amount of water in your lungs and you turn over to your side to cough it up. After you get it all out, you notice the people at the party looking at you with eyes of pity mixed with judgement.

“What the fuck were you doing? You could’ve died, are you fucking stupid?” Hawk curses, but even in your inebriated state you can hear a hint of worry in his voice.

You sit up to face him. He looks angry; his clothes and hair are as wet as yours.

Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen in your brain, or maybe it’s the marijuana and alcohol, but you just feel the urge to laugh. So you do. Like a complete maniac. The way he probably just saved your life like he cares is sickly comedic to you.

His face twists in confusion as you break out into a fit of giggles. “Are you serious? You’re fucking insane, Y/N,” he gets up, shaking his head at you. He gives a glare to the people staring, and they look away in fear.

You think he’s going to leave like usual, but he surprises you by grabbing your arm to pull you up. People whisper amongst themselves as he drags you through the backyard, going through a gate that leads to front of the house. You trip over your own feet, still feeling dizzy from almost drowning, but he just pulls you along.

“What are you doing?” you ask, tugging on your arm to try and release it from the tight grip he has on you. You’re both dripping chlorinated water, leaving a track of drops on the concrete below.

“You’re going home Y/N,” he says sternly. You two arrive at his car and he opens the passenger door. “Get in.”

“Hey!” a voice yells from the house and you both turn to see Robby rushing towards the car. He looks pissed, and now you remember him telling you to stay put. Shit.

“Robby I-”

“Don’t get in there with him Y/N,” he says, sending a death stare to the boy next to you.

“I’m taking her home, Keene, so back the fuck off. Get in Y/N,” Hawk snaps, clenching his fists.

You keep quiet, not wanting to add to the fire already starting. They loathe each other; if not because of the karate rivalry, then because of you. To Robby, Hawk broke your heart and made you spiral. To Hawk, Robby is the piece of shit who he thinks is your boyfriend, and he won’t admit it but he’s jealous.

“You’re not driving her, asshole. You’re probably as drunk as her,” Robby reaches to take your arm, but Hawk pulls you back.

“You don’t know shit about me, Keene. I’ve been sober for three months, so yeah, I will drive her,” Hawk picks you up like you’re a doll, placing you in the passenger seat and closing the door. You don’t resist, you just feel tired and your head starts to pound as if the mix of drugs in your system are punishing you. The window’s down, so you can still hear the two boys loud and clear.

I’ve been sober for three months, his voice echoes in your head.

“Oh so now you care so much about her? It’s your fault she’s like this!” Robby raises his voice even more, starting to move towards Hawk threateningly. You begin to feel scared that a physical fight might actually break out, but you don’t know what to do.

“I’m not the one who almost let her die a few minutes ago, am I? Just fuck off, we’re leaving,” Hawk dismisses him, walking around the car to the driver’s seat. You’re surprised by his self control to not throw a punch, especially with his reputation.

“Robby, it’s okay. I just want to go home. I’ll call you, alright?” you reach your hand out of the window in reassurance and he takes hold of it. Hawk clenches his jaw as he turns on the engine.

“Promise you’ll be careful? I’m sorry I left you,” Robby furrows his eyebrows in worry. When he came out of the bathroom, someone filled him in on what happened to you and he almost had a heart attack.

“Promise. And it’s my fault,” you hook your pinky with his, before the car pulls out of the curb and separates you from your best friend. He watches you guys drive away, an anxious expression etched on his face.

The whole situation has sobered you up pretty well, and now you’re left with a throbbing headache, wet clothes, and awkward tension. You hate it. Being sober. You miss the foggy feeling that prevents you from thinking too hard about things. But now you’re inches away from the boy who broke your heart, all by choice.

You don’t know why you agreed to go with him, but did you even have a choice? You’re confused by his actions. He acts like he hates you but he jumps in a pool for you. He yelled at you but he’s driving you home. It all makes you overthink and it causes your head to ache even more.

You hold your head in your hands to try and ease the pain as Hawk drives quietly.

“You good?” he breaks the silence. His voice is softer compared to how he talked to Robby minutes ago.

“Head hurts,” you mumble.

“What were you doing back there? If I didn’t get you out, you’d probably be in the hospital right now,” he says. You peek at him through your hands and his eyes are on the road.

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “It was just peaceful. I didn’t really even think about breathing.”

He scoffs. “Well that’s just fucking stupid. You’re lucky I noticed you were under for so long.”

“Well thanks,” you reply quietly, feeling like a little kid being scolded.

There’s a couple beats of silence before he speaks, “What happened to you?”

The question makes you sit up and look over at him. “What are you talking about?”

“The old Y/N wouldn’t even touch a drink. You’re different,” Hawk taps his finger on the wheel in thought. His icy blue eyes quickly glance at your confused look before returning to the road.

“You happened, Hawk.” You pinch your temples in frustration. Anger starts to bubble up in your stomach at his criticism. At the mention of “old you”.

“I didn’t do this to you,” he shakes his head, as if trying to convince himself of his own words.

“You did,” you raise your voice, making him flinch. “You know it.”

“What, because I stopped sleeping with you? I didn’t make you fall in love with me, Y/N. You did that to yourself,” he spits, sending a knife to your heart and making you see red.

“You knew I loved you way before I said it. But you still stringed me along, didn’t you? You knew I would pick up everytime you called. You knew that I would let you into my bed because I was the girl who loved you no matter how fucking shitty you were!” you fire back, vomiting out words that you’ve wanted to say for months. The alcohol in your system makes you bolder than usual, but you’re grateful for it.

He’s at a loss for words at your outburst so you continue, “I didn’t ask for this Hawk. Loving you. I’m sorry that I’m such a burden and that you hate me so much that you can’t stand being in the same room as me. But please just answer me this and I’ll leave you alone forever. I’ll leave when we show up at the same party and I’ll even hide in the halls so you don’t have to see my face.”

You pause, choking on your words. You didn’t even realize that the car is already parked in front of your house and your clothes are halfway dry.

“Why don’t you love me?” your voice cracks as you spit out the question that has caused you to throw yourself away. The question with an answer that could dissipate your self worth in a mere moment.

Hawk finally looks into your glassy eyes with shock. He could’ve never anticipated what you asked him and his mouth runs dry.

“I told you, I- I don’t deserve someone like you loving me,” he swallows, but you shake your head.

“That’s not what I asked.”

He blinks slowly, trying to come up with an excuse. Any excuse, to avoid telling you the truth. You can see the inner conflict on his face, the panicked speed of his running thoughts.

“You should go home, Y/N,” he deflects, turning away from you. Putting on his mask to keep you from reading him like a book.

“I’m not going until you tell me,” you demand.

“Just get out of the car, fuck!” Hawk yells, slamming his hands down on the steering wheel. It makes you jump a little, but you’re too angry to fear the flames in his eyes.

“Why can’t you just tell me!” you fire back. “You came to me almost every night, so why do I feel something that you don’t? Is it me? Is there something wrong with me?”

“What do you want me to fucking say Y/N! That I do love you? Fucking fine. I love you. Is that what you wanted to hear? Just get out.”

I love you.

The same words you said that made him leave.

“You don’t even mean that,” you blink back your tears.

His voice is softer now, more gentle. “If I didn’t mean it then I wouldn’t have said it.”

“You said you needed me and then you left me,” your voice shakes and you hate how pathetic you sound.

“I-I didn’t leave you,” he stammers before taking a deep breath. “I left because you wanted something more than I could give you. I would’ve felt like a selfish asshole if we became more than just sex, Y/N. You deserve someone like Keene and yeah he’s a pussy but he’s good. Better than me.”

It feels like every piece in the puzzle is being put together. Everything makes sense. He does love you, but he was just afraid. He can’t be near you because it hurts too much to see someone he can’t have. Somehow, you can’t find the anger you’ve held against him for these past months; you just understand him now.

“I’m sorry, alright? For everything. For treating your feelings like shit. All of it.”

You swallow, thinking about his words. It all feels too much and the truth is now looking you in the eye, demanding an answer. You love him, but he dropped your heart on the floor for you to pick up every shard. Is one sorry going to magically fix everything?

“I- I don’t know what to say,” you admit, and he nods in understanding.

“You don’t have to say anything. Let’s just... move on. And you get better... I hate seeing you like this,” Hawk scans your red eyes and dilated pupils. “We’ll get to a better place and you and me, we’ll be good.”

It’s bittersweet, but he’s right. Being together now just because he loves you back would be a huge jump that would only end in broken hearts and toxic cycles. It would be foolish. As much as you want him, the only person who can fix you is yourself.

So it’s a meet up at the top of the mountain, when you’ve both made the journey from opposite sides.

“A better place,” you reiterate, before placing a light kiss to his cheek and leaving the car with a new sense of closure.

a/n: that was longer than i planned and a freaking roller coaster!!!!!!! im not sure if there should be a part 3? lmk what you think maybe it’ll just be short. but hehe i added robby into the mix he was so cute. ty for reading!

taglist for people who wanted part 2 :) ty friends for the support <3 @littlered6307 @deadbeatharlz @spiderman-berries @axastasiasstuff @r0-xie @estupidteen @hawkwhore @idkwhatishouldput4

[witch-apologist]

To address White Out.

Catra first gets the idea to use the corrupted chip when Entrapta says it messes with She Ras powers. She does not inform Catra that it makes her loopy or drives her berserk. We know from experience that most times a fight with She Ra and catra is unevenly matched. In favor of She Ra. We know because She Ra is stronger than Adora and Adora and Catra are clearly evenly matched with just Adora. And the fact thay Catra literally can't beat She Ra without doing something level the playing feild like separating her from her sword etc,

So before catra uses the chip on Adora she likely thinks its just gonna nerf She Ra or like, prevent Adora from becoming She Ra/detransform her.

Then Adora does rampage and Catra makes some comments that some people find, concerning to put it nicely.

Making comments about making her kill her friends

Making comments about "looks like you're mine now"

Making comments about having "control" of Adora.

And im not gonna lie and say Catra has no desire to have a say in what Adora does, especially when her own survival has depended on her for so long. She does so yes she does want some control over Adora.

HOWEVER

Catra is straight up bluffing with these comments. She just is. Worst shes gonna do is imprison Adora and try to convince her to work for the Horde again. She'll make mean comments too maybe.

How do I know?

Well what does catra do whenever she DOES get ahold of Adora

1: Restrain after a long fight, no further action

2: Let her go because Shadow Weaver was going to torture her/erase her memory

3: Left her in a castle she literally watched the ai controller of say she wanted to talk to/help adora. Canonically even says she knew Adora would most likely survive.

4: Has Scorpia, literally the nicest person in the Horde watch over/guard her

5: restrain and talk to her

6: Restrain and talk to her 2, activate portal.

This one im not counting but gonna talk about it in case someone brings it up. During the Portal reality everyone has lost their memories, everyone except maybe Razz who has her own time fuckery going on. Catras actions are because she believes this is how things are and how they are supposed to be. She cannot see what Adora sees so from her perspective Adora has suddenly developed a major case of psychosis and she responds the only ways she knows how. The moment Catra regains all of her memories she turns on Adora and begins to fight her. That is not Catra controlling a trapped adora but instead a worried Catra panicking about her best friend suddenly losing it.

7: Is corrupted by the portal magic, has knowledge she shouldn't, is probably overwhelmed and corrupted by this knowledge that has infected her mind through the portal, Fights adora and says mean things but Adora is still free handed and able to fight back, gets knocked out with one punch.

8: this time she uses electricity to combat She Ra, but thats it just an electricity minefield that she stays far away from

Even before all that at one point Adora says "I told you I'm not coming back" to which Catra says "I don't think Shadow Weaver plans on giving you a choice" key word here is Shadow Weaver.

Thats it, that's All the times that Catra has any opportunity to "control" adora or "make her hurt her friends" or lay claim to Adora. Not once does she actually use it.

Now that we've established that out of the many times Catra has had an opportunity to "control" Adora she never once takes it lets talk about another pattern of behaviour.

Catra bluffs

All the time

Especially when something goes wrong or when she feels her control on a situation slipping. Hell she even bluffs to avoid being vulnerable.

She bluffs about not wanting recognition in the Horde, she bluffs about being bad cop to Entrapta, she bluffs about torturing Entrapta/ordering her killed to Bow and Glimmer, She bluffs about Entrapta betraying the Horde, She bluffs to protect Scorpia, she bluffs to Prime about knowing how to activate the Heart of Etheria. Catra is known for bluffing about anything and everything to make herself seem in control or to save herself from danger.

So yeah I dont believe for a second that she would have forced adora to do anything, except maybe listen to her rants whenever she visits her cell.

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n ranboo, tommy tubbo and jack - just come home

this is an extra part to the great adventures series

summary: part three to the happier imagine (the great adventures of y/n and ranboo) this is where the group reunites

content warning: angst to fluff, small mention of creepy fan,swearing

please read what’s written in bold

this is an “alternative ending” around 16-18 years into the future this doesn’t mean this is actually how the series is going to end im writing it now and including it as part of series as their friendship is already established i can confirm y/n and the group are going to have a happy ending when the series eventually comes to an end this also does not mean the series is anywhere near the end i plan on continuing the series as vlogs come out, i feel the need to confirm this now love between y/n and the others (especially ranboo) in this imagine is completely platonic

so turns out moving house didn’t stop the creepy fan from contacting you neither did blocking every account they made as they began contacting your mods, your business email, they even started spamming ranboos dms, mods and business email and now you had the stress of Tommy trying to contact you. at this point neither you nor ranboo knew what to do, you were both convinced it was a troll trying to scare you both with jokes but the joke wasn’t funny. it never was, to say the least, it was horrifying. you stood with ranboo who was now changing the locks just to keep you safe, it was clear the fan didn’t know your new address as rather than sending you your address (as though you had suddenly forgotten where you lived) like last time it was just random messages trying to psych you both out. your phone buzzed again making ranboo jump you dreaded looking at the notification but you did it anyway

Tommy: y/n I’m serious please can we talk..tubbo and jack aren’t the same without you. I miss you

“anything important y/n?”

“no nothing to worry about”

“you’ve not been acting like yourself since the last stream are you sure you’re okay you know It's not your fault don’t blame yourself for whatever’s upsetting you I’m here for you I love you”

“I know boo I know, i love you too”

later that night you had to quickly end your stream despite to fact you had only been streaming 30 minutes as ranboo was arguing with someone the only reason you knew it was serious was because he was shouting back at the person, you had never heard him so angry and you’ve been friends with him for at least 16 years.

“okay chat that’s gonna be the stream for today…I forgot I have something to do I’m not going to raid anyone on here however tech is live on youtube for the first time in ages so I do recommend you go and check out what he’s doing good morning or good night I’ll see you soon”

as soon as you ended the stream you made your way to the room ranboo was in that's when you overheard tubbo arguing with ranboo

“oh good for you ranboo you're getting everything you want I mean you and y/n moved on easily the two of you bought a new house you both look happy and don't get me started on your career's taking off”

“goodbye tubbo”

ranboo left the call and opened the door

“oh boo”

you instantly pulled him into a hug, it was an extremely stressful time for the pair of you and you understood how painful it is arguing with someone who was once your best friend. every night the memory of Tommy blaming you for things that were out of your control and jack telling you to get out of the car haunted you however nothing compared to the way tubbo looked at you when you finally got home that night. he looked at you as though he never cared about the friendship the pair of you shared. of course, you never told ranboo about it keeping you up at night but he wasn’t stupid he knows you were still hurting even if it had been years since the fallouts happened

“why..why are they trying to get in contact again I was starting to feel like myself again”

“I don’t know…come lie with me on the couch for a while we can talk about anything you want”

the pair of you laid on the couch talking about what was going on and reasons why it was happening. ranboo decided he’d forgive the others if they contact him again however you were not as forgiving as they hurt you and your friend. eventually, his crying came to an end and he fell asleep holding onto you. you were falling asleep yourself until your phone buzzed.

Tommy: look y/n why don’t we all meet again, just come home

y/n: I am home I moved into a lovely house with ranboo and I sold the ‘home’ you’re talking about, now please stop contacting me tom I don’t want in my life anymore not only did you hurt me but you also hurt ranboo

Tommy: fine talk to tubbo

y/n: don’t add him...

*tubbo has been added to the group*

tubbo: hi y/n

y/n: you have 5 minutes to explain why you made ranboo cry.

tubbo: I don’t know what you mean

y/n: do you think you’re funny because oh boy do I have news for you.

Tommy: please just meet us one last time you can even bring ranboo

y/n: I was bringing ranboo anyway

tubbo: can I bring jack

Tommy: yes, see you where we always used to meet

y/n: ight see you Saturday

tubbo: see you Saturday I love you

y/n: please don’t say you love me tubbo. if you did we wouldn’t be in this situation.

you spent the rest of the night messing with ranboos hair you ended up accidentally waking him up however he pretended to be asleep before you could notice he was no longer asleep as he didn’t want this moment to end. however, you did occasionally hear him laugh quietly to himself

“Are you awake or am I hearing things”

he decided there was no point in lying as you were already questioning if he was awake and he was struggling to hold back his laughter so responded by tapping your waist signalling to you he was awake

“great..bad news we have to meet Tommy jack and tubbo on Saturday”

you watched as he quickly opened his eyes looking at you as though you had told him the best news ever

“heh?! actually? are you actually being serious right now”

“Unfortunately I am”

noticing you were unhappy about it he pulled you closer to him and spent the rest of the night explaining why it won’t be as bad as you’re expecting it to be and how it might actually be a good thing after all. a couple of hours later you fell asleep feeling a lot more comfortable with what was happening on Saturday ranboo fell asleep not long after, proud of his achievement. the days flew by, it was finally Saturday and you had mixed feelings about it, on one hand, you were somewhat excited about meeting them but on the other hand, you weren’t sure you were ready for them to enter your life again.

“I'm ill sorry ranboo you’ll have to go on your own”

“wowww real mature making me go all on my own…I thought we were best friends”

“I know you’re joking but I’d feel bad making you go alone give me five minutes and then I’ll be ready to go”

“here”

ranboo decided to throw one of his hoodies at you so you had something to wear that made you feel safe as he understood how overwhelming it’ll be to meet them again, five minutes later you got into the passenger's seat next to ranboo

“not feeling like driving hey”

“I will purposely drive around in circles to avoid meeting them”

“heh…are you okay are you actually okay seeing them, I don’t mind letting you stay home”

“I'm fine boo honestly now let’s go”

once you made it and began walking to meet them ranboo grabbed your hand. the only reason he ended up letting go was to talk to the others since Tommy pulled you into a tight hug not wanting to let you go the moment he saw the pair of you

“y/n I’m so sorry”

“I'm sorry too..”

Tommy spent a good few minutes frantically apologising to you for what happened and how he didn’t mean any of it. he was halfway through his speech about how he’s learned from his mistakes when tubbo spoke up.

“Tommy doesn’t keep y/n to yourself”

“sorry tubso”

you looked at tubbo not knowing what to say, it was evident that the pair of you were still hurt, he reached into his pocket grabbing a rock he found on the beach the other day

“here I found it the other day it reminded me of you”

“thank you I love it”

ranboo stood behind you wrapping an arm around you as he noticed you were starting to get upset. tubbo couldn’t believe how much you and ranboo had changed over the past years and it hurt him how close the pair of you had grown and the promise rings you and ranboo were currently wearing left him questioning whether that could have been him if he didn’t leave you both when it was clear you both needed him. jack spoke up next.

“hey, y/n..”

“nice to see you’re still bald manifold”

“Nice to see you haven’t changed. I’m sorry for what happened it hurt to see you go I was kind of hoping that you'd stay”

“oh jack it’s okay you were just trying to lighten up the situation I'm sorry I was so harsh”

a few months later the five of you were slowly but surely mending your friendship you all knew it would be difficult and take a long time to get back to how it was in the past but it would all be worth it

around a year since you met up again the five of you were closer than ever you were all streaming together again, constantly filming vlogs as a group. safe to say the wait was worth it, however, you and ranboo always wearing the promise rings you got for each still hurt tubbo

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[its-me-im-coraline]

A tie between us and some hope // E.T.

words // 1505

warnings // a little bit of angst but overall fluff

pairing // Ethan Torchio x GN!Reader

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. ooof im really feeling like a mess today i hope it does not show on this one, i thought i'd feel better than yesterday but my mental state is worse todays... anyway, my oversharing ends here, i hope you enjoy this lovies!! oh also, i am using some epithets (lol) in italian with the endings in -o because i can not for the love of me find specifically gn pet names on the internet or im just bad at looking but i am tired of only ever using 'amore' lol.

request // yes through a reblog so i will not link it right now

summary // Part three of Secrets and fights and Torna a casa. After Ethan showed up in readers house that night the two have started trying to work on being together again. But there are always new problems to arise.

After that night passed, when Ethan had found himself on his love’s doorstep things started looking up. The man started being more consistent in taking care of himself, finally feeling like his able to breathe, like things were taking their rightful place again. He kept himself and his space put together, finding himself far out of the rut he was put into after the short-lived breakup.

Although things seemed to be better, nothing was yet back to how it was between him and Y/N. The two found themselves constantly around each other, be it little dates around the city- not caring about paparazzi at this point, other times just staying in and cuddling while watching a movie, or even going on a walk some nights, smoking and joking while talking about the deepest and shallowest things the pair could think of. It felt as if the intimacy that was previously been built had not gone away, it was still there, strong as ever, the trust being hard to be built again.

“Goodmorning, dolcesso,” uttered the man, a soft smile on his face as he walked through the open door, a bag of fresh pastries in his hands, the refreshing smell of coffee embracing his presence in the small home.

Y/N, barely awake, but always with a deep love for the pastries Ethan picked up, moved towards him, taking the bag from his hands, humming in appreciation as they opened it, looking at today’s picks. “These smell wonderful, Ethan,” they mumbled before taking a bite from the first one they found.

He smiled a bit, looking at the person before him, mumbling a quiet response. “I always pick the best ones for you, beautiful.”

If it was possible to fall in love with a person again, then Ethan was definitely living that moment when Y/N gave him the stupidest and most childish smile, a spark in their eyes he missed while they were awake.

How could I have said those things to them, he thought while looking at said person enjoying their breakfast standing in front of the small kitchen and admiring the minimal city view. It was not much but it surely was something they enjoyed watching in the mornings or as the sun set. No matter how bad it would imprint on the photos they took, it was a breathtaking view they never got enough of.

Just another thing Ethan loved about them, finding such beauty in something so seemingly insignificant. He loved looking at them in moments like that, knowing how much in a trance they were, too deep in the beauty their eyes took in to say anything. Before the man could stop himself he utter the same three words from a few nights ago, “I love you”.

Y/N’s eyes widened, the information was not new but they did not expect this to be brought up again any time soon. “Ethan - I-I, uh-”

“You don’t have to say it back, cucciolo. I know how I feel, I am very sure of that. You don’t have to be there yet, you don’t have to say it… Not after what I said.”

They took a deep breath at that, one they had not realized they held back, still feeling guilty about their inability to simply say words. It is not that they did not feel it, was it?

It was not the last time this would happen. Only a few nights later, a similar incident occurred, Ethan admiring the person he is in love with, their eyes focused on their book, or at least trying to in the dark light they found themselves, a cigarette alternating from their lips to the ashtray on their side, looking like the perfect view at the side of the beach. Considering how hot the weather had been, the pair and their friends agreed on a field trip, the idea being they would either camp there that night or book a hotel room last minute. No one was going to drive that night, no one had to worry about having some alcohol in their system, so beers were a big thing around them, being passed back and forth.

“Hey, Y/N, do you want a beer?” Asked Victoria, getting up to pick one for her self, the other person nodding before she gave them their beer.

“I’d ask you as well Ethan, but seems you are too drunk on Y/N to drink any more beer,” she commented bringing forth a heatwave to happen on Y/N’s face and causing a big grin to cover the drummer’s face.

“What can I say? Can’t hide that I love them, can I?” Everyone laughed it off, Y/N included, but they felt slightly uncomfortable at the man’s words.

They had thought about it last time Ethan brought his feelings forth, knowing very well how they felt the same. They simply could not bring themselves to say it back. Maybe it had something to do with their life before him, and they would have a hard time saying it anyway, or maybe it had something to do with the loss of trust in the man after the pictures of the two kissing. Did he really love them if he was willing to say those things.

“Stop worrying so much about it, amore,” whispered Ethan, noticing Y/N’s state. “I told you, you don’t have to say it back, every one takes a different amount of time to do that.”

His tone and expression were reassuring but they knew this was hurting him a lot on the inside. So they apologized, looking down, ashamed, unsure… The whole situation created a whirlwind in their mind they could not control at the moment, instead opting for jumping into the cold water of the sea beside them, being sure that a bit of swimming would clear up their thoughts.

The same incident happened a few more times, Ethan never being able to contain his words, justifying it by saying how “I am simply trying to remind you that I meant what I said that night”. But Y/N was feeling pressured, as if the man was giving them a timeline, a reminder that they need to decide or it will be to late. One night, they could not take it any more, so they simply confronted him about it. He had just said it again, thankfully they were alone this time, meaning they could say all that they wanted.

“Why do you keep saying that, Ethan?”

“What do you even mean by that, Y/N?” He was simply taken aback, expecting everything but such anger after mentioning how he loves them.

“You keep saying how you love me, and you simply remind me of it, but man does it feel like you are trying to pry these words out of my mouth.”

“I would never do that and you know it!” Now the man was getting fed up as well. How could they accuse him of such thing?!

“Do I, Ethan? Do you even truly love me?”

“Wha- of course I do! What is this? Where is this coming from?”

“Did you love me when the photos of us came to the public?” They asked, voice now quiet, a contrast to their previous tone.

“What are you talking about amore, of course I did,” he responded just as softly, placing the palm of his hand over their face, swiftly collecting the few tears falling from their eyes. “Why are you crying, my love? What are you thinking?”

Y/N could not take it any more, they broke down in seconds, falling into Ethan’s open arms, soft sobs leaving their lips. “You- you said all those things that morning, a-and,” they hiccuped, “I-I am scared, Ethan…”

Their eyes were cast to the floor but Ethan could still see all the thoughts behind them. He finally realized what was happening, so he placed a kiss on their forehead, prompting them to finish their thought. “Could you really say those things if you loved me?” They whispered, moving away from the tall Italian, eyes cast to the floor and ever meeting his.

“Hey, hey look at me! What I said that morning came from a place of anxiety, overwhelming one at that. It does not mean it’s ok that I said that, of course not. But never doubt how much I love you, Y/N.” He paused for a second, his voice trembling as the words came out.

“Cause I do, and I did, but I could not control my emotions, instead I ended hurting yours. I don’t how many times I’ve apologized, but I will apologize that many more. I am sorry, sorry I made you feel so horrible, sorry for all the things I said, sorry for everything.” He said just as softly as before, hands cupping their face before leaving a deep kiss there.

“I love you,” finally said Y/N, feeling more sure and secure than they have for a while.

tag list: @bieberhoodforever @tabi-toast @ginny-lily @moriro-da-regina @the-killer-queenie @makapaka11

[captain039]

We can take care of each other

Hank x reader x Connor

Warnings: ABO, poly relationship, swearing, police things, Intimate, sexual, harassment, Daddy Hank, anxiety and depression, angst

PART 4

You awoke to your door creaking open. You made a small noise and opened your eyes. You frowned wondering why your door was opened, you were facing away from it so you couldn’t see. Connor was still wrapped around you and holding you tightly.

“Whose there?” You asked sleepily as Hank came into view. You focused on his figure as he knelt down in front of you.

“There’s Panadol in the cupboard somewhere” you mumbled stretching slightly.

“I found it” Hank said. His eyes were downcast. You thought back to last night and sighed.

“You can go if you want, I’ll get dressed and drive you” you sighed trying to move.

“Don’t” Hank said and you frowned but stayed still. Connor hadn’t budged behind you at all, was he asleep?

“I’m here to say sorry” Hank sighed running his hand through his hair.

“I remember last night” he mumbled and you nodded avoiding his eyes.

“You’re not fucked in the head” he muttered.

“I’m the one fucked in the head for getting drunk like that again, I couldn’t-“ he sighed softly.

“Why do you want me?” He asked and you looked to him.

“You and Connor would be great together, he can look after you” Hank didn’t meet your eyes as he spoke. You felt your heart clench as he spoke his feelings.

“I don’t want just him” you mumbled.

“I know it’s selfish, you’re- you’re my alpha” you said flushed.

“I haven’t bonded to anyone like this before I’ve had my rough in’s with alphas and you’re the only one I feel safe with despite all your issues” you spoke softly holding back tears.

“I need Connor and I need you” you hugged your pillow tightly.

“I know I’m young and experienced but I promise I can be good” you whispered.

“You’re already great” Hank whispered.

“But you-“ he cut you off by cupping your cheek.

“Im old and grumpy, I don’t know why you want me, but” he sighed as you looked to him again.

“I’ll be yours, both of yours” he said softly. You felt tears roll down your eyes as you shifted slightly wanting to hug him. You got out of Connors hold and sat at the edge of the bed, Hank was on his knees and you held him close. He rested his head against your stomach while holding your waist softly. You felt Connor shift behind you, he sat behind you, one hand on Hanks the other snaking around your middle.

“Didn’t mean to wake you” you said to Connor who shook his head.

“I was already awake” he said.

“You heard everything?” You asked and he nodded.

“Dick head” Hank mumbled and you cracked a smile.

Connor had prepared you both breakfast, you had wrapped yourself up in a soft blanket and sat at the kitchen table waiting. He had made pancakes, you smiled as he sat down.

You ate in silence, Hank was still a little groggy but other wise he had a relaxed smile on his face as he ate.

Your phone rang though and you sighed getting up and answering it.

It was the department, a hostile situation involving the suspect back at the club again.

“We gotta go” you said as Connor and Hank frowned.

As you arrived you went to the closest officer for a briefing.

“She’s got two in the room, she’s armed, yelling and shooting at anyone” you nodded.

“Connor” Hank said.

“On it” Connor said entering the building.

You followed behind, she indeed shot at anything, even shadows, you could hear whimpers and crying also.

“Who are the victims?” You asked softly to the officer beside you.

“Marlene and Tye” you nodded as she handed you a tablet.

“What’s her motive?” You asked as Connor went in more.

“We don’t know” the officer shrugged.

“Three dead now two in danger, does she know them?” You asked and the officer shook her head.

“No connections that we found” you sighed as shots rang out. You watched Connor stumble back and felt your heart leap. You had your gun armed and ready you glanced to Hank worried. He was closer to Connor, behind some cover so he wouldn’t get shot.

“Fucking Android!” You heard her shout and a couple more shots rang out. Connor had ducked to safety thankfully and you held your breath.

“You did this” the suspect yelled.

“You took her away from me!” You frowned at those words.

“Who?” You asked.

“Her former partner” the officer said showing you. A young woman by the name of Lila she was in the army also before she was injured badly by Gen, they couldn’t save her.

“Now you’ll all pay!” She practically roared her words. You thought for a bit going through scenarios before coming up with a dangerous one.

“Gen!” You called as Hank stared at you.

“Whose that?!” The woman snapped.

“My names Y/n!” You called back.

“Show yourself!” She yelled.

“Don’t shoot me” you said slowly standing. Connor and Hank both stared at you, Hank glared trying to get you to stop.

“Can we talk?” You asked.

“Let me see you” she said.

“Don’t shoot” you begged slightly. You slowly walked out hands up, you were shaking as she aimed her gun at you. She didn’t shoot thankfully, she had a rage in her eyes a poor woman in her grasp.

“What’s going on Gen?” You asked carefully.

“Why’re hurting people?” You added.

“You’ve killed three already” you continued and she snarled almost.

“They deserved it” she snapped.

“Why?” You asked.

“Because!” She yelled.

“Because why Gen?” You pressed.

“You don’t know these people, they don’t know you” you stepped closer slowly with your words.

“You’ve killed them, hurt their families” you took another step.

“They took everything from me!” She yelled and you stopped.

“Who? Mason? Fae?” They didn’t know you Gen” you said and she faltered. She’s gone into some kind of raging episode.

“They didn’t know Lila either” she gripped her gun and pointed it at you again.

“That’s who’s it about isn’t it?” You asked.

“Your omega” you said she shifted.

“You hurt your omega in the army, they couldn’t save her” she flinched at your words.

“You can save these people though” you said glancing to the woman.

“She’s done nothing” you said softly, you saw her grip loosen and the woman went free to the man in the corner. She lowered her gun before aiming it again determined.

“What would Lila want?” You questioned and she flinched again.

“What if she saw you here? What would she say?” You pressed hitting the nerve.

“She hated my anger” Gen muttered.

“I- I was unstable” Gen added. Her gun was pointed at the ground now.

“She was scared of me” she whispered. A shot went off and she fell to the floor groaning. Officers flooded in a cuffed her and helped the other two. You took a deep breath in and watched before someone tugged you. You turned to Hank who pulled you close, gripping you tightly. You held him back as Connor came over too.

“You fool” Hank muttered letting you go to Connor. Connor had a gunshot in his arm but he still held you. Hank kept his hand on your shoulder as he sighed.

“You’re wounded” you said gently laying a hand over the gunshot.

“I’ll be fine” Connor said smiling slightly.

“I’ll return to cyberlife tonight to get repaired and-“ Connor stopped and Hank frowned. You knew what he meant but maybe Hank didn’t.

“And?” Hank said.

“Nothing Lieutenant” Connor dismissed and you blinked a few times, why didn’t he want Hank to know?

“I have to leave now” Connor said and you nodded.

“Don’t get yourself shot again” Hank sighed bringing him into a hug. You smiled as Connor nuzzled in a bit, he was slowly learning. You gave him a hug also before he left.

“Since when did he become secretive?” Hank asked frowning.

“I don’t know” you shrugged. You were debating on telling him, but it was possibly a surprise maybe, you didn’t want to ruin it for Connor.

At the interrogation room you watched through the glass. She wasn’t speaking, she just glared at the table. You were twisting in your chair slightly getting annoyed and bored by the silence. Hank sat by you, elbows on the desk as he watched also.

“So now what?” Reed asked behind you both.

“We try again” you said.

“It’s clear she isn’t talking” Reed scoffed.

“And it’s clear you aren’t helping” you bit back. You heard Reed move like he wanted to turn you around and mouth off.

“You do that and ill shoot you” Hank had aimed a gun at Reed. You looked in surprise as did the other officer.

“Get out” Hank said and the man grumbled but left. Hank out his gun away and continued his prisoner watching.

“You say nothing of that” Hank said to the officer who nodded slightly scared.

“I’m gonna go in” you said standing up with a sigh. Hank grabbed your wrist though an unsure look on his face. You gave him a small smile and nodded. He sighed letting you go, you walked out and in to the interrogation room. Your nose scrunched up at the horrid scent she was giving off.

“Hi Gen” you said as you sat down. She looked up for once, you froze a bit as she stared you down.

“You remember me?” You asked and she nodded.

“Y/n” she muttered and you nodded.

“Yep” you confirmed opening her file.

“Gen, you have no connections with these people” you said showing her pictures of her victims.

“Did you know them outside of the club?” You asked and she shook her head.

“Did they say something?” You tilted your head slightly, but she shook her head again.

“Do something?” You added and she still shook her head.

“What was the reason Gen? I need a confession” you sighed leaning against the table.

“You smell like an alpha and an android” she said making a disgusted face.

“I was in the room with them” you said confused.

“They’re my partners, we work together here” you added.

“You shot the android, his name is Connor” you tried making conversation.

“Felt good” she hummed and you clenched your jaw. You glared slightly before controlling yourself. She was looking at you when you looked back up, her eyes trailing over your top half.

“You’re not taken” she said and you frowned.

“Taken?” You asked.

“Claimed” you blinked at her words a light flush on your cheeks.

“No” you said.

“Omegas are supposed to be submissive, do what we alphas want” she taunted.

“I do what I want” you fought back calmly.

“You’re going off trail” you said going through her file again.

“When I had Lila she never listened to me” you stopped your movements at her words.

“Made me so angry that she thought she could do what she liked” she stared off and your jaw clenched.

“So I punished her” you froze.

“Like I did those other two” you glanced to the mirror body trembling slightly.

“They didn’t listen” her voice was dark as she spoke and your stomach twisted.

“So I killed them” she confessed. You only nodded and closed the file on the table.

You didn’t say anything as you left the room quickly. You shuddered slightly her voice, her aura was so dark and terrifying.

“You ok?” Hank had come out also and stood by you.

“Yeah, she just” you shuddered shaking your head.

“Yep” he sighed.

“Come on” he muttered as you headed back to your desks.

After filling out the required paperwork you both headed out, you were tired and done for the night.

You dropped Hank off, pulling into his driveway and parking.

“You gonna be ok?” You asked worried.

“You gonna believe me if I said yes?” He looked smirking to you and you shook your head.

“Exactly” he said getting out.

“Y/n” you frowned as he leant down and called you.

“That meant come in” he cocked his head to the door. You flushed muttering an oh as you fumbled with your keys and seatbelt. You heard him chuckle as you finally got out and locked your car.

You followed him inside, Sumo bounding over quickly.

“Hi!” you said giving him lots of pets. He soaked up the attention before going to lie down again. Hank sighed as he went to the kitchen.

“You want something to drink?” he asked and you gave him a frown.

“Juice? A soda?” he questioned and you kept your frown on.

“Water?” he said confused.

“A juice please,” you said and he nodded.

He got out some juice and poured you both a glass. You leant against the counter and took a sip. Thank drank it in one go sighing afterwards.

You took your time looking at his messy table.

“I’m sorry” he said and you frowned.

“What for?” You asked putting your drink on the counter.

“Yesterday” he muttered.

“You already apologised” you said.

“Yeah, just” he sighed.

“I don’t know what to do either, I’m new to all this” you shrugged.

“Doesn’t give me an excuse to go drink and be an asshole” he sighed.

“Well no, but-“ you struggled with words.

“Look we all get overwhelmed sometimes” you said and he scoffed softly nodding.

“Can say that again” he muttered. He leant against the counter too, arms crossed over his chest as he looked to the floor. You moved and he frowned eyes meeting yours as you stood in front of him. Your legs had moved on their own as you looked to him. He kept your gaze and you flushed as he smirked and leant down. You met him and leant up to press your lips to his a little to eagerly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed yourself against him. He made a small noise of satisfaction in your mouth before turning you around. He lifted you into the counter and stood between your legs. He kept kissing you eagerly hands on your thighs.

You had to pull back for air, he panted also as you leant your forehead against his. He sighed kissing you again and you smiled. He deepened the kiss hands clenching your flesh. You made a small noise and he urged more. He pulled back though slowly a curse leaving his lips.

“When the fuck is he getting out of that damn factory” Hank said and you laughed.

“He said tomorrow” you said hands hanging around his neck.

“He’s an asshole” Hank muttered kissing you again.

“He got shot” you said between kisses.

“That makes him more of an asshole” Hank said and you laughed shaking your head.

“You love him” you chuckled and he smiled nodding. You let out a yawn and sighed afterwards.

“Come on” Hank said gently tugging you off the counter.

“Bed time for you” he smirked leading you to his bedroom.

“And you” you fought as he turned his light on. You kicked your shoes off along with your socks and kept them I’m by the door, you laid your phone on his side table.

“I gotta use the bathroom real quick” you said and Hank hummed.

After you used the bathroom you came back to a semi naked Hank. His shirt was off and he wore plain black pants. You stared at his back as he fiddled with something on his shirt. You were surprised by his muscles, though they were only just defined. He had a few scars too, probably from work. You walked up to him and gently ran a finger over one. He tensed before relaxing again as you gently traced his back. He turned around slowly and you met his eyes. You looked down his chest he was wide in the shoulders, defined chest and stomach, he was built big. You laid a hand on his chest just over his head. You gently ran your hand through the hairs a small smile on your face at the feeling. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest and you finally looked back up to him. You smiled softly and left him there to go lie down. You smirked as he stood frozen for a while before also going to the bed and lying down.

“Night Hank” you said softly as the lights went out.

“Goodnight” he said after some time. You rolled over an sighed tugging the blanket closer. You felt him shuffle behind you before you finally felt him press against you. You smiled shuffling back slightly and held his hand as it slid across your stomach. You felt his breath hit the back of your neck, his nose gently resting on the back of your head.

You fell asleep safe and comfortable, a smile on your face.

[piratewithvigor]

Bestie im gonna need you to elaborate on pregnant hitchhiking ghost please

We begin in Zach's living room, where he and the lads are sharing cold ones and discussing totally impossible feats (like going to high school)

"Speaking of education," Zach says, "have you ever heard of the World Wide Web? Any information you could ever want is on there"

Sam comes down to join the gang in the basement, having finished his doctor's appointment. Zach, ever the concerned friend, asks how it went. "It was alright," Sam says, "but what can I say guys, I've got lung cancer"

Zach asks about potential treatment, but Sam tearfully explains he only has one month left to live. It's a tender moment, but the boys decide that for the next month, every night will be the night of Sam's life.

As any 'final month' begins, the boys first hit up the one place everyone wants to go:

The local gas station.

The gang is on the way to a restaurant and are just taking a quick pause for a smoke break and a gas up. Zach assures Sam that whatever he wants, it's on him tonight. Sam's not doing especially well, coughing frequently and having to lean on the car. Zach then reveals that Griffin actually bought shots at a bar earlier and Sam's just hammered. Pat helps him get into the front seat.

On the road, Pat passes out in the back seat and Sam's slugging back another beer. He's decided on shrimp scampi as tonight's main course.

"Can I ask you guys a question?" Sam pipes up. "Do you believe in miracles?"

"Miracles. Like miracles, you know? Like there's something else."

"Actually, I do," Zach responds. "Nobody can tell you what your destiny is in life. There's only two people who control it; God and yourself. Doctors, they say this and they say that, but anything can happen, man."

Sam's comforted by Zach's words and leans his seat back as they drive past a woman in a long dress.

She's walking along the road without shoes on and Sam is incredibly concerned.

"Was she pregnant? Griff, was she pregnant?" He asks, eyebrows raised high enough to be considered for canonization. No one's certain if she was pregnant, but Zach drives backwards to investigate and make sure she's alright.

"She could be in harm, in danger," Sam points out, opening another beer.

Zach inquires of the woman (named Margaret) if she's okay (she is), where's her home (a good ways away, 11 Keith Road) and if she's pregnant (she is; 7 months). Ever the gentlemen, the gang offers to give her a ride. She accepts gratefully and Zach pulls over to arrange a seating situation. Deciding that it wouldn't be right to have her squeeze in, Griff voluntells Pat to get in the trunk so Margaret can have room (90% chance Griff has the hots for pregnant girls, judging by his joyful whisper to the camera of "I might score")

Zach asks again for her address and plugs it into the GPS as Griff begins getting acquainted with such charming pickup lines as "you know, you smell good" and "you married?" and "how long you been pregnant?" and "can you feel it kickin n stuff yet?" and "what are you gonna name it?"

Margaret, it turns out, lives right up the road. Zach peels off to a jaunty disco tune and makes sure she's comfortable. Sam, meanwhile, is looking more and more sleepy.

"You know what man, I can't explain it, but I feel something special in the car. Unique," he tries to explain.

The gang pulls up to where Margaret's house should be, but are met with nothing but darkness. Margaret assures them this is the place and thanks them for the ride.

"Be safe," says Zach, brow furrowed in concern.

"Take it easy," says Griff, giving her the final once-over.

"See ya, toots," says Sam, lighting up the third cigarette of the night.

As Margaret walks away, Sam is overtaken by concern. Worries that it isn't right, it isn't safe for her to be left out in the woods, whether she lives there or not. He chases after her and expresses his doubts about leaving her there.

"Don't worry, Sam. Everything will be alright," she says, in a voice not her own. She pulls him in for a tender hug and whispers, "I believe in miracles too."

Sam runs in to the house and joyously exclaims to Zach and Griff that he is cancer-free, that there is no sign or trace of cancer in his body. After no reaction, Sam asks if the two are okay. Says they look like they've seen a ghost or something.

Turns out, Zach got on the internet and did some research. He learned a little something about that girl Margaret they picked up last week. Urbanlegends.com says that 60 years ago, a girl named Margaret and her unborn child died in a housefire at 11 Keith Road. Supposedly, she was 7 months pregnant and can be seen walking the roads within a few miles of there on the anniversary each year. But most interesting is that extraordinarily good fortune befalls anyone who offers her ghost a ride home.

"It really was a miracle..." Sam realizes as we fade to black

Meanwhile these dopey motherfuckers forgot they just straight up locked Pat in the trunk for a week

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: Avayah is harassed by an ex until Negan, who is her friend decides to help her by pretending to be in a relationship with her only to unexpectedly fall in love.]

Negan and Avayah PART ONE.

It was a typical Saturday night out with your bestfriend Linda. The two of you would always go to the same bar and hang out with familiar faces, Negan being one of them. The two of you weren’t exactly close but you got along with him and his charismatic personality. Sitting at the table having a few beers, Negan bought along some shots as he always did.

“Oh crap, he’s here again tonight.” Linda suddenly whispered, Negan noticed your expression change and arched a brow.

“Who’s here?”

“Nobody.” You sighed before taking the shot.

“It’s Avayahs ex boyfriend.”

“Linda-“

“What? It’s good somebody else knows besides me, God forbid anything happens.” She insisted in her defense.

“What do you mean if anything happens?” Negan asked as you looked down at the table, you almost seemed afraid to move, afraid to make eye contact with your ex.

“That asshole James has basically been stalking her since she left him two months ago.”

“Ok can we stop talking about this.” Negan noticed you getting nervous as you took a quick chug from your beer.

“He’s still looking at you.” Linda whispered.

“Well let’s give him something to look at.” Negan suddenly grabbed you pulling you to the dance floor making you gasp.

“No what are you doing?” You whispered as Negan put your arms around him and began moving side to side to the steady music.

“Just go along with it, he sees you with someone tonight he might just leave you alone.”

“Or he‘ll just get more pissed.” You whispered, Negan could see the fear in your eyes.

“Relax, you trust me don’t you? You think I’ll let him do something to you? You known me long enough to know I don’t play that shit.” You took a deep breath not sure of what to say in return.

“Just look at me.” He insisted making you finally look up.

“Oh my God I think I see him coming this way.” You noticed with the corner of your eye, panic beginning to take over.

“Relax. Just let me talk.”

“Just....just be nice.” You whispered worrying at how James would react. You knew Negan had a stronger character, he didn’t take shit from anyone.

“Im always nice.” Negan winked at you before twirling you around, he pulled you back into him when you felt James right beside you.

“Hi Avayah, I’m sure your friend here wouldn’t mind me borrowing you for a dance.”

“Actually I would.” Negan responded rather quickly yet calmly.

“She’s here with me and I’m not really a fan of sharing what’s mine. But I’m sure you understand that.” Negan grinned at him leaving him silent.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to finish my dance with this lovely lady. Have a nice night.” Negan turned you around, pushing you away from James. Your heart was racing hoping he wouldn’t say anything else, you knew Negan wouldn’t stay quiet.

“See, told you I can play nice.” Negan smirked looking down at you.

“Thanks.” You whispered.

“I think I’m gonna get going after this.” You spoke softly looking up at him.

“Ok, I’ll walk you out with Linda.” You nodded as the song finished and you both walked back to the table. Linda was wasted sitting with a guy you already knew she would be going home with.

“Ready to go?” She smiled as the man kissed her neck.

“Yeah, let’s get out of here.” The four of you walked out together, Linda already agreed to walk you home with the guy she was with. As you stood outside thanking Negan he noticed James come out of the bar. Squinting his eyes he watched how he looked at you from afar.

“Maybe it’s better I drive you home.” He spoke discreetly looking down at you.

“It’s fine, Linda lives close to me.”

“No, Avayah listen to me.” He spoke with his eyes and you understood.

“I can give your friends a ride too if they want-“

“No we’re good. We’ll walk, I trust you to get her home safe.” Linda spoke trying not to slur her words. Without looking back Negan led you to his truck.

Once you arrived Negan insisted to walk you up to your apartment door.

“I appreciate you taking your time to bring me all the way home.” You spoke quietly as you walked out of the elevator with him.

“It’s fine, there’s nothing more that I hate than when someone just doesn’t get the message.”

“Tell me about it.” You laughed softly in response before stopping in front of your door.

“Seriously though, thank you.” Smiling looking up at him you were suddenly startled by your phone ringing.

“Shit.” You whispered making Negan frown.

“What is it?”

“It’s him, he’s calling me now.”

“Maybe I should stay for a bit.”

You pressed your lips together nervously not wanting to deny his offer but still feeling to embarrassed to take it.

“It’s fine, he never usually calls. I’m sure he’ll leave it alone.”

“Unless he doesn’t.” Negan responded bluntly.

“Just let me stay with you, Avayah. I know men like this.”

“Ok. Fine.” You quietly gave in and led him inside your apartment.

“You really don’t have to do this Negan. I’m fine here. I’m not trying to keep you from anything.” You explained as you took off your jacket.

“You’re not. I’ll leave in a bit I just want to make sure the asshole doesn’t show up. Don’t worry I’ll get out of your hair, princess.” He spoke playfully making you shake your head with a smile.

“It’s not a bother at all. I appreciate it. I don’t have anyone else.” You admitted as you motioned for him to sit and quietly sat beside him.

“Well you have me, Avayah. We’ve been friends long enough,” he spoke with sincerity. It was true, although the two of you only saw each other on Saturday nights, he still became someone you trusted to drink with.

“What’s up with this prick anyways? I always wondered why you never bought him with you to the bar.” Your expression instantly changing at his question.

“Unless you don’t wanna talk about it.” He put his arm behind you, resting it on the couch.

“It’s fine.” You sighed as you pushed a lock of hair behind your ear.

“James and I were together on and off for three years. At first it wasn’t so bad, but then he became controlling. I lost my job because of him, that’s why I started this new one I told you about. I moved from the other side of town trying to avoid him. I don’t want to think about it like he’s starting again, I’m sure he’ll leave me alone after tonight.” Negan saw the doubt in your eyes before you looked away.

“Has he seen you with anyone else before?” He asked curiously.

“No. I haven’t been with anyone else.”

“Sounds like we should make him think you are.”

“What do you mean?” You responded with a puzzled expression.

“Us. We act like we’re together, going steady at least when we go to the bar and I’m sure he will eventually leave you alone.”

“You wanna act like we’re together?” You asked not expecting his idea.

“Yeah, you have a problem pretending to be my woman?” You could hear the tease in his voice the way he asked you but you quietly shook your head.

“Just for a bit.” You yawned as you leaned your head back. Negan smiled watching your eyes slowly close, he himself feeling exhausted leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

The next morning you woke up to a loud alarm startling you awake.

“Woah-“ you whispered half asleep, opening your eyes you noticed Negan beside you, his arm around you.

“Oh crap..” you whispered when he suddenly opened his eyes.

“Fuck- what time is it?” Negan looked down at his watch shutting off the alarm.

“Shit. I gotta get to the shop.” He quickly stood up rubbing his face.

“Must’ve accidentally fell asleep, sorry.” You stood up.

“Not your fault, but I better get going.” You walked him towards the door before he stopped and turned to you.

“I’ll call you when I come out, you know...just to make sure everything is fine.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You smiled, he leaned in to kiss your cheek, his hand on your waist.

“I’ll see you, call me if anything.” He opened the door to find Linda on the other side.

“Well hello there!” Linda spoke with a big grin at the sight of Negan coming out of your apartment.

“I’ll see you two around. Take care.” He chuckled walking off before Linda quickly walked in.

“Oh my God, you totally slept with Negan.”

“No, Linda. He just made sure I got home safe and ended up staying for a bit-“

“Oh I’m sure he stayed, stayed to screw you.”

“We didn’t have sex.” You insisted as you walked to the kitchen.

“We just accidentally fell asleep on the couch and he has this idea-“

“What to fuck you?” Linda began to laugh making you scowl at her.

“No Linda, he thinks we should act like a couple at least until James backs off.”

“Ohhhhh, Negan wants to act like your man. Shit, I wouldn’t mind that. He’s fine.”

“Focus Linda, he’s just a friend helping me out.” Linda responded with a sarcastic look but you didn’t pay attention to it. In your eyes Negan really was just a friend doing you a favor.

Throughout the week Negan called and checked on you to make sure that you were doing fine. Thankfully, there was no sight of James that you could see, little did you know you were being watched.

Saturday night came around and as usual you all showed up at the bar. Negan sat beside you having a beer while Linda danced away with the usual guy she’d meet up with.

“What if he shows up again tonight?” You whispered looking over at Negan.

“Well you’re my girl now right? Don’t worry about it.” He winked at you. You smiled looking over at him, there shouldn’t be anything for you to worry about with James knowing how Negan was. Everyone knew Negan at the bar as the one guy nobody wanted to start anything with, everyone respected him. He left you alone as long as you didn’t fuck with him.

“I’m gonna go get us more beers.” Negan stood up as you sat by yourself feeling more positive about the situation singing along to the song that played, until James walked in.

“Crap.” You whispered to yourself with a sigh, looking over at the bar Negan was nowhere to be found, you panicked noticing James coming your way. Just as you stood up James showed up right before you.

“Avayah-“ He looked you up and down in a creepy manner.

“Where you heading off too?” He stepped closer to you making you step back when Negan noticed James with you and rushed back.

“Got our beers, baby.” Negan reached between the both of you placing the beers on the table. You breathed in relief at his return.

“Can I help you?” Negan turned to James looking at him directly in the eyes.

“Just talking to an old friend.” He responded with a slick expression. Negan put his arm around your waist and pulled you close not taking his eyes off of James, he felt you shaking.

“What’s wrong, Avayah...you don’t look too good?” James could sense your nerves and you hated it, this is what he would use to manipulate you.

“Hey-“ Negan turned to look down at you giving you a squeeze.

“You alright? Look at me.”

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” You pushed away from Negan and ran to the bathroom leaving James with a smirk on his face.

“Her nerves always have done that to her.” He spoke with just enough attitude to make Negan scowl at him.

“Why don’t you get the hell out of here before I drag you out myself.”

“Oh. Threatening me now?” James spoke in a cocky manner making Negans fist ball up tightly at his sides.

“Where’s Ava?” Linda ran towards the table noticing what was going on.

“She went to the bathroom, go check on her.” Negan responded, his eyes never leaving James.

“You can’t make me leave, she can leave if she wants too, hell she probably will with how nervous I make her.” James laughed before walking away. Negan didn’t want to let him get his way. Immediately he rushed to find you coming out of the bathroom with Linda.

“I wanna go home.” Anxiety taking over you, running away is all you wanted to do. It was what you were used to doing.

“No, we’re not letting that asshole win.” Negan spoke with an intense look.

“Negan, Avayah doesn’t want him approaching her again. Let’s just get her home.”

“He won’t approach her, trust me. Just follow my lead.” Negan took your hand as you anxiously walked back with him to your table. He sat down and unexpectedly pulled you onto his lap making Linda widen her eyes.

“Negan-“ you whispered nervously.

“Relax. You trust me don’t you?” He spoke softly to you before calling for the bartender.

“Let me get four shots, tequila. We’re celebrating something special over here!”

“Negan!” You whispered as he looked at you with a grin.

“What? You know I’m a man of many surprises.” He spoke low before the bartender arrived with the drinks. Linda and the man she was with each taking one, Negan cheered as you all took the shot.

“That reminds me-“ Negan reached in his pocket taking out fifty cents.

“Go play that song you always like to hear, baby.” You stared at him in shock, you couldn’t believe he was going this far just to get back at James. More than anything you never realized Negan always payed attention to you playing a specific song every Saturday night. With excitement you smiled and went to play the song you liked. Negan followed behind, grabbed you and began to dance with you. Another shot the two of you took in the middle of the dance making you begin to get the giggles.

“Did I tell you how damn gorgeous you look tonight?” Negans compliment caught you off guard. Well, the man had always given you compliments since he first met you, but being this close to him, with that twinkle in his eyes made you feel butterflies.

“Thank you.” You smiled sweetly.

“Negan...why are you doing this?” The look on his face changed as he looked down at you.

“I saw my mother as a kid trying to get away from some asshole. It was tough, she didn’t have anyone to help her. I remember hearing her cry a lot at night, she thought I was asleep. It left a bad taste in my mouth. You’re a good woman, I just can’t stand a prick that makes someone so good feel so fucking bad.” For the first time since you met Negan, you saw apart of him he never showed.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“It was long ago....I don’t like to talk about that shit. I just promised myself when I got older I wouldn’t let any prick make a woman feel that way again. Afraid and helpless.” He knew that was exactly what you felt, feeling ashamed you looked down.

“Hey..-“ he lifted your face back up to him.

“It’s ok to feel that way but I’m right here.” You smiled at his words.

“Now....have you been having fun?” He whispered in your ear as he swayed side to side with you.

“So much fun, I almost forgot James was even here.” You laughed.

“Good, I don’t like that prick thinking he had any control over you. Show him you now belong to someone else.”

“Oh I belong to someone else?” You laughed looking up at Negan, his eyes glimmered and his expression turned serious.

“Maybe you do.” He whispered holding you close. The two of you were no longer moving to the music, simply staring into each other’s eyes.

“Oh my God, what is he doing?” Linda whispered to herself as she watched Negan lean in and slowly take your lips with his. Placing your hands on his chest, hesitantly you kissed him back. Slowly warming up to what was happening you swirled your tongue around his, brushing your hands up his chest and wrapping them around his neck. You didn’t expect him to kiss you but you didn’t mind that he did. Gently he pulled his lips away leaning his head on yours, Negan himself didn’t expect what he did.

“Shit.” He whispered with his eyes closed, he couldn’t help in wanting more.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered before he took your hand and led you back to the table. Not knowing what to say you remained silent following his lead. Negan went to grab another drink as you sat down speechless beside your friend.

“Did he just fucking kiss you?” Linda whispered excitedly beside you.

“Yes I-I..”

“Was that apart of this whole plan or-“

“No! No we never spoke of it.” You responded in still quite a bit of shock before he returned and sat beside you. Looking up you noticed James angrily staring at you, the look almost made you chuckle.

“Let’s go dance one more song before we go.” Linda suggested before she pulled you up back to the dance floor. Truthfully she just wanted to pull you away to talk more about that kiss.

“So what did he say after he kissed you?” She whispered as you both danced.

“He apologized.”

“Apologized?! For what? You could tell he wanted to kiss you for a while, shit if only you would be able to see how he’s looking at you right now.” Linda laughed as you struggled not to look back. You laughed along with her enjoying the song as you twirled each other around. Negan kept an eye on James as you danced making sure he wouldn’t disturb you yet every time he looked back at you he would get distracted again. Clearing his throat as he noticed you were making your way back, you unexpectedly took it upon yourself to sit on his lap.

“Maybe that’s not such a good idea, sweetheart.” Negan whispered when you suddenly felt his erection. Your lips parted looking down at him, the longer you stayed on him, the harder he got. He tried to be discreet you saw it in his eyes.

“Avayah...please.” He whispered as you felt him squeeze your waist. He didn’t want you to get off him, but he also knew you only were making it harder for him to resist you.

“Are we gonna get going guys or what?” Linda asked as she stood up. Negan coughed uncomfortably as you adjusted yourself on him turning to Linda.

“Yeah, you guys can start going. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Alright, get home safe guys.”

Turning back to Negan you noticed him breathing hard.

“Do you wanna go?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” Negan agreed. Adjusting his pants as he stood up he followed behind you, the two of you passing by James, Negan pulled you close to him.

The drive home was silent, all you did was replay the kiss in your head, you wondered why he stopped. Negan kept his eyes on the road thinking about what happened. He liked spending time with you, hell he was realizing he was beginning to really like you. He didn’t know how to deal with that as Negan wasn’t really a relationship type of man. Negan felt he didn’t do good with them and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, he thought you were too good for him.

Walking you to your door, you stopped and turned to him to finally speak.

“So do you want to come inside?”

“Maybe I shouldn’t, doll.” You frowned not expecting his response.

“Why not? I thought we had a good time tonight-“

“I had the best time I’ve had in a long time.” He cut you off softly.

“So come inside.”

“I can’t, Avayah. Our agreement was only at the bar to do this.” You arched a brow not liking his response.

“You kissed me tonight. Or was that a joke to you?”

“No it wasn’t, I know I kissed you. I shouldn’t have but I did.” He looked down knowing you would get upset.

“What do you mean you shouldn’t have? I didn’t mind it, Negan...I liked it.” You insisted.

“Trust me, so did I but I’m trouble, sweetheart..and you don’t need that.”

“Look if you don’t want to do this anymore, just say it. I don’t need you to help me with anything else. Have a good night.” Without letting him say another word you walked into your apartment and slammed the door shut. Negan didn’t want to stop helping you, hell he didn’t even want to stop spending time with you.

“Avayah, you know I didn’t mean it like that.” You heard him yell from the other side of the door but you didn’t respond, you felt stupid, you felt embarrassed. He cursed at himself leaving your building not liking how he ended a great night with you.

Two weeks went by with Negan texting you and calling you, you wouldn’t respond as you felt there was nothing more to say. Saturday nights he would go to the bar but you weren’t showing up until finally Linda dragged you out.

That Saturday you sat at the usual table you and Linda would always have drinks at. James wasn’t in sight and neither was Negan the way you secretly hoped he would be.

“You know Negans asked me about you a couple times already.” Linda spoke loudly over the music, her words making you roll your eyes.

“Doesn’t matter, he doesn’t seem to know what he wants after he initiated everything. I don’t have time for that.” You responded taking a sip of your drink.

“Anyways, I’m going to go use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

Fixing up the straps to your blue top, you sighed wishing Negan would see you like this. Shaking off the thought you stepped out of the bathroom when you suddenly bumped into James.

“Hi baby, I’ve missed you.” His words making you take a step back but there was nowhere to go.

“James, please-“

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had the privilege to have a private conversation with you.” He smiled in a manner that made your skin crawl before he looked around you.

“Aw, no boyfriend tonight?” A dark echo of laughter escaping his lips.

“Does that mean you’re here alone?” He grinned making your heart begin to race.

“I’m not alone.” He could hear the fear in your voice.

“Oh you’re not? Seems like you are to me.” James raised his brows humorously not realizing Negan had stepped into the bar. The first person he noticed was Linda and walked over to her.

“Is Avayah here with you?” He asked looking down at Linda who pointed towards the bathroom. Once he looked up he instantly noticed James with you.

“Son of a bitch.” He muttered under his breath before charging your way.

James stepped closer to you making you nervous. You debated on going back inside the bathroom just to get away from him, until you heard an all too familiar voice.

“Sorry I’m late, baby.” Negan pushed passed James and pulled you against him, planting a soft kiss on your cheek. Never had you been so relieved to see him. You were surprised he continued this act like nothing had happened but you appreciated he was there.

“Everything alright here?” Negan turned to James with a threatening glare.

“I just was offering Avayah here a drink.”

“She’s good.” Negan responded bluntly.

“Right baby?” He looked over at you as you nodded in silence.

“Come on, let’s go back with Linda.” Negan once again kissed you on your cheek making your heart jump. The two of you walking away you discreetly pulled away from Negan. As thankful as you were for him, you remembered what had happened before.

“You don’t need to do this.” You whispered as you walked back to the table.

“Oh but I want to.” Negan pulled you back against him before looking back at James.

“Oh what a surprise.” Linda smiled as the two of you returned to the table together.

“I think I should go home.”

“Already?” Linda asked surprised.

“I’m just not feeling too good now.” You lied.

“Well then I’ll drive you home now.” Negan turned to you making you shake your head.

“No it’s fine, I don’t need a ride.”

“I’m not taking no for answer, sweetheart. I’m dropping you off.”

Negan was silent as he drove you home for most of the ride. It was awkward for you, you sat quietly looking out the passenger window.

“What was he saying to you?” Negan broke the silence making you look at him, his eyes never leaving the road.

“He told me he missed me.” He frowned as he continued to drive.

“He asked me where my boyfriend was and that he was glad I was finally alone.”

“You’re never alone.” Negan suddenly turned to you with a serious look before turning back to the road.

Once you both arrived in front of your apartment you thanked him for the ride. He stood staring at you for a moment as you pressed your lips together with not much to say.

“Not inviting me in tonight huh?” He asked with half a smile.

“For what?”

“To talk.” You raised your brows and sighed in response.

“What’s there to speak about Negan?”

“You and I.”

“There’s no you and I.”

“You sure about that?” Negan responded confidently as he took a step forward.

“Negan-“

“Look, I didn’t mean what I said the other night. Just give me a chance to talk.” You sighed knowing you would give in.

“Fine.”

Negan walked in behind you as you kicked off your heels.

“I’m gonna go change quickly, just make yourself comfortable.” You motioned to your couch before stepping into your bedroom.

When you finally came out, Negan had his back turned to you looking at a photo you had hanging on the wall.

“Well, what do you want to talk about?” Your voice made Negan turn to you, his eyes instantly falling on the silk robe you had covering your body.

“Now how the hell-“ he walked towards you as he spoke, “do you expect me to remember what I had to say with you coming out like that?”

“Negan, you can’t even see anything.” You pouted your lips covering yourself up more and crossing your arms.

“You obviously don’t know I’m a man with a very...very vivid imagination.” He looked down at you with an alluring look in his eyes when the bell suddenly rang making you jump.

“It’s after midnight, who the hell is that?” Negan asked as you quietly ran to the door and looked through the peep hole. You gasped covering your lips taking a step back, Negans entire demeanor changed.

“It’s him,” you whispered.

PART 2 tomorrow!

[shinsouskitten]

Shinsou Hitoshi nsfw alphabet

damn kat back at it again with the thirst i hate myself 

Idk how I haven’t done a nsfw alphabet for my KING yet but I’m disappointed in myself for it

this post was mostly finished before the whole ‘this cold makes me feel like im dying’ thing so i just had to add a few and it was ready for publishing (bonus points if you can tell which ones were added in my cold-induced craziness)

Warnings: you know it, you love it, the thirsting of a lonely writer

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Shinsou is a king when it comes to aftercare. Hot baths, massages, cuddles, you name it. You mean the absolute world to him, and he’ll go out of his way to show that, both in and out of the bedroom

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

Shinsou can be pretty self critical, but if you pushed for an answer he’d probably say his hair, cause he knows how much you like it. For his partner, horny Shinsou would immediately go for your neck (literally too). He loves how a single kiss can turn you into putty in his hands, and he’ll leave marks in places he knows you can’t hide just to prove to the world that you’re his

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Inside you, on you, he doesn’t really mind. Whatever you prefer, he’s happy with. If you want to get messy, he’s more than happy to help, but if not he’ll keep you clean (ish). Although he’s unlikely to admit it, seeing you swallow his cum ignites a fire in Shinsou, and sets up quite a few more rounds so he can give you a reward for being so good

D = Dirty secret (pretty clear, a dirty secret of theirs)

Shinsou’s pretty open with what he wants, but when you first start getting intimate there’ll be a few things he doesn’t really want to say in case he scares you away (he could never, but he still worries). He wants to experiment, but he makes sure he knows your boundaries before he suggests anything too out there. The thing he keeps secret for the longest is the desire to wrap your neck in a beautiful collar emblazoned with his name, simply cause he doesn’t want you to think it’s weird

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He does his research, but hands on experience is pretty limited before you. It’s a learning curve, both of you learning what makes the other tick, what causes you the highest amount of pleasure, and what to steer clear of

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Loves to see you ride him. It gives you the power to control the tempo, but also gives him a beautiful view to tip him over the edge of ecstasy. More needy Shinsou (aka when he’s in hornball mode) likes doggy style, cause it means he can pull your hair or hold you up against him and kiss your neck

G = Goofy (how serious are they in the moment?)

He’s not going to whip out a joke book in the middle of sex, but he’s also not going to act like an uptight secretary who’s only able to follow the rules (well, not unless you ask 👀) 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Keeps himself trimmed, possibly even shaved. It’s no nonsense and means it’s also more enjoyable for you if you’re giving him head

I = Intimacy (how romantic are they in the moment?)

He’s an intimate guy, but he’s also not above teasing (though there’s another letter for that so I’ll keep on intimate for now). Like I mentioned in B, Shinsou can be pretty self critical, and sometimes he can get scared that you’ll leave him if he doesn’t prove how much he loves you, which to him means intimate sex and reassurance (aka, saying ‘I love you’ every two seconds)

J = Jack off (what are their views on masturbation?)

He does it when needed. He’s not insanely horny, so chances are if he is you’re there to deal with him. But if you’re not, and he’s especially needy, he’ll most likely call you up for a little phone session. The thought of you is incredible, but being able to see and hear you is even better

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I think we all know the phrase kitty, right? Well inference leads me to believe that Shinsou would be down for trying out pet play. And yes, as I mentioned before, he would 100% have a collar for you with his name on it. I don’t take criticism for that one

L = Location (favorite places to do the dance with no pants)

More traditional. Sex between the two of you means intimacy, so he’d prefer privacy. You have yet to find a surface in your house he hasn’t tried to fuck you on. That being said, your comfort is of the utmost importance to Shinsou, so if he’s going to fuck you over the kitchen counter, he’s going to make sure you feel comfortable while he does it. So yes, that means he’ll take pillows off the sofa’s just to make you comfy

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going, etc)

You. Simple as. There are certain things that especially turn him on, such as you biting your lip or being extra attentive to him in what would seem like a normal scene to anyone else watching. Put your hand on his thigh when out at dinner and pay the price when you get home. Or maybe that was your plan all along

N = No (turn offs, something they wouldn’t do)

Shinsou never wants you to be in pain (well not unless you want to be in pain). He’ll leave hickies all over you, but that’s about as far as he’ll go with marking you. Maybe a spank here and there, but he won’t scar you or leave any marks that won’t be gone in a few days

O = Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? how skilled are they?)

Shinsou prefers giving, but he’ll never say no to receiving either. He wants you to feel good, but if you decide to turn the tables he’s not going to deny you. Once you’re finished though, he’s repaying the favor tenfold. And just as a note, pull his hair when he goes down on you. He adores it

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Yes and yes. It all depends on the situation, his mood, the usual things. He’ll do whatever provides you with the most pleasure (while also allowing him to tease you)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies)

He doesn’t love them, but if they’re the only way to get some gratification then he’s willing (only if you are though). He’s careful about location, he doesn’t want someone walking in and ruining the whole thing, even if the risk of being caught makes everything a little more exciting. Chances are he won’t engage in quickies unless he’s been to the place at least once before (he wants to know which wall you’d look best pinned to). He has to feel slightly comfortable in the environment

R = Risk (how risky are they willing to be?)

He’s down for a little risk, but nothing that would be too mortifying for you. If he’s going to screw you somewhere other than your home, he’s going to vet the place over a lot, and find the best place where you have the comfort of being private but the thrill of being caught if someone were to venture too close to your hideout

S = Stamina (how long do they last? how many rounds?)

Freaking hell where does he get it from? Like, he just doesn’t stop. Not that that’s a bad thing, mind you. Most of the rounds consist of him pleasing you, and he’ll only give in and finally fuck you when your throat is hoarse from begging, or when he feels the smallest amount of pity at the tears rolling down your face (did someone say crying kink)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them on a partner or themselves?)

Vibrating panties. I said he doesn't physically act on desires when in public, but touching a remote isn’t the same thing as touching you, so he makes an exception. He’s not insanely cruel. For him it’s more about teasing that mortification, so if someone senses something’s wrong, he turns off the remote until they give up. But the moment they’re gone, it’s back stronger than ever

U = Unfair (how much do they tease?)

*roblox oof sound effect*

Once Shinsou gains his confidence with you, he’s not going back. His teasing is often coupled with praise, telling you how good you’re being for him while he denies you pure bliss again and again. He’ll edge you to hell and back if you give him the chance, but don’t worry, it’s worth it in the end

V = Volume (how they sound, how loud they are, etc)

Small moans and louder grunts are the main sounds coming from Shinsou when he’s enjoying himself. He swears a lot, and it’s always easy to tell how close he is to the edge by how creative his swears become. As for his partner, he wants to know how well he’s doing. He wants to hear you whine and beg while he edges you, and the pornstar-like moans that fill the air when he finally gives in and gives you what you really want

W = Wild card (a random headcanon)

You think I forgot about his quirk. Ha, I could never. I said in my hcs that it takes a while for Shinsou to integrate quirk use into sex. As much as you assure him you’re in full trust, he’s anxious about the inability to say no when he has you under his control. The longer you’re together the more willing he is, but even when he does use it it’s usually a way to make edging even more dangerous, with you unable to resist his words when he tells you you’re not allowed to cum just yet

Okay maybe we have 2 wild cards this time cause I also wanna mention his capture weapon. Again, it’ll take a while for it to be available in a less-than-pg manner, but he’s more willing to use his capture weapon than his quirk. Main reason being, you can still use a safeword when tied up. But tying up goes both ways, so even if he prefers to be the one giving the pleasure, he’d never deny your wishes

X = X-ray (let’s have a looksee in those pants)

I’m trying not to be biased cause I love him so much but I feel like Shinsou’s kinda packing. A good 8.5-9 inches (no, I won’t take criticism) and on the skinnier side. But the amount of attention he gives you before his pants are even off means taking him is never difficult

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not the highest, but when you’re around it increases significantly. He’s not going to fuck you every time he sees you (I mean, he thinks about it) but he also isn’t a nun. It’s a good level, cause most days you can walk, and then on the weekends you’re a little bedridden

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s a bit of an insomniac, so screwing the energy out of him is one of the best ways to get Shinsou tired enough to sleep. He likes to hold you, so once he’s satisfied with the aftercare, he’ll crawl in bed for cuddles until the both of you pass out

[fantasywritings]

What type of dom do you think each of the guys is?

A/N- IM SOOOOOOOOO sorry my tumblr glitched! Here’s the full Ver!!!

Youngbin-

soft dom, obviously he has a wilder side and wants to get rough in the bedroom but he’s the type of guy to treat his s/o like they’re made of glass and the bedroom is no exception, I think he’s the type of guy to praise his s/o wether it’s his s/o kink or not, like throw around stuff like “you’re doing well for me” “you’re so good” etc so even if he tried to dom you he won’t be able to entirely use foul language, and if he did he’ll probably laugh about it later. I think he’s the type of dom that can go physically rough but always making sure that you’re not hurting and that you’re enjoying the whole act.

Inseong-

well this man is a funny dom. by that I mean, he’ll try to get in character, using dirty talk and light degradation but you couldn’t help and laugh at the whole situation. Inseong is a gentleman but he wants to be rough and spice up things in the bedroom, but.... every time he tries to get into that “alpha male” character you can’t take him seriously.. this whole act would be a hilarious combination of sexy and the comedic relief of the day. dont get me wrong, he can be kinky as hell, after he discoveres his dom side more (with your help of course) and realises he doesn’t need to play a character to get in this zone with you, he would fall with the idea of doming you, he would want to use toys on you, he’d be fascinated by using cuffs on you and doming you with a vibrator.

Jaeyoon-

Jaeyoon strikes me as a spontaneous dude so I can’t see him planning this whole “dom you” thing.. just whatever happens during sex happens, he’s down to pretty much anything,

you’re tired? that’s fine he’ll take control

you want to dom him? alright, we can try it

With jaeyoon I think he’s more likely to take control, whatever your preferred role is, he treats your body so well that you don’t think much about spicing things up.

but if I have to be exact I think he can be a rough dom. He’s not going to use his words but his movements will definitely be rough. I don’t see him as the type to get carried away so unless you specifically ask him to be rough with you he wouldn’t go too extreme.

For him I think there will be a loooot of aftercare after doming you.

Dawon-

Surprisingly enough (kidding) lee sanghyuk is a a hard dom. I think he can be very lovely and caring but sometimes he might go tooo hard with degradation, he’ll completely understand if you weren’t into it, but the first few times would be mood killers if you were much into it. I think he’s very unpredictable and even if you’re having sensual sex his dom nature might slip a bit. He’s indeed a rough dom, but would suit himself to his partner and wouldnt do anything that could physically hurt them.. sometimes he might try to step out a bit of your comfort zone, but it wouldn’t be too much to handle. Also, the sight of his beautiful s/o squirming under his touch might cause him to slip out of the “dom character” and be flustered while complimenting you.

Rowoon-

A giggly dom? Honestly doesn’t take him as too much of a dom, he’s kinda neutral, whatever feels good for you both is whatever happens, I guess we can call it a soft dom? He likes to be in control but he’s very aware of his surroundings which results him and his partner to have an equal role during sex, obviously it’ll be more comfortable for him wether you topped him, seeing as he didn’t want to crash your body.

However, the guy is probably really big down there, so him domming you will require a lot of preparation (foreplay) and finding a comfortable position for the both of you, since it required a lot of preparations and staying alert, it wasn’t really your cup of tea, he knew that if he picked up a rougher pace he’s more likely to get carried away and hurt you, and he preferred sensual sex anyways, it’s like his relaxing healing time. I think he’s just generally quiet during sex, like talks a lot on the daily but during sex he’s busy concentrating so he doesn’t talk much therefore there isn’t any dirty talk or stuff like that. I also don’t really see him as the type to give a lot of oral so I think if he were to dom you it would only be with him inside of you. So I see his “dom” side as very basic and predictable. probably just rough sex but he has to be careful due to his size, i assume he has a size kink so he would want to see him inserting into you, not necessarily fast pace but very deep thrusts, probably chocking on his length too. If you wanted to spice up this whole act he’ll just take you from doggy and slam into you harder than usual. So I guess a soft dom, worried about hurting you with his big size

Zuho-

I don’t know I can’t really see him as a dom because he would always be super gentle with you. He’s not a sub either so it’s very interesting. Another possible soft dom, he’s the type to discuss this kind of thing with you prior to trying it to see what you think about this idea. Definitely capable of dirty talk but not at all degrading. He’s the type to ask you to let him know if you feel any sort of discomfort or would like to stop whatever the reason was. Unlike youngbin who would still be super cautious and gentle with you throughout the whole act, juho would start of gentle and cautious, but after you reassured him you wanted to continue and go further his initial worries would disappear with the feeling of pleasure. all that of course while still being a soft dom. after you’ve tried this for the first time he’d definitely ask you if you’ve enjoyed the whole thing and would like to try it again, he would also ask about the pace and roughness of the whole thing, wether you wanted him to go rougher, I don’t see him going rougher without you voicing a verbal desire for him to be rougher with you.

Yoo Taeyang-

No.. just no.. even if his moves were rough, his words would say otherwise. Softest of soft doms. The guy loves sex, has an above average sex drive, but it will always be an act of intimacy for him that has a more deeper meaning than just f*cking. Sex and orgasm makes him more connected to the person he’s experiencing it with therefore he becomes more emotionally attached to the person and is having hard times having “no strings attached” sex. he would give it all during sex but he does not feel comfortable playing a character like a “hard dom”, as I described sex is a sensual act for him therefore he hates degradation and anything that could make his s/o feel humiliated or vice versa; it’s an absolute mood killer for him. He’s not the type to discuss this whole “dom” thing with you because he didn’t really give it much thought and want to let things flow naturally so you can enjoy the moment , I think his natural state is a little more rought than usual. Taeyang is very unpredictable but is also staying around what you’d call “vanilla zone”, he doesn’t really have any specific kinks, he’d always want to please you and agree to your suggestions, you reassured him that he could openly discuss things like that with you but he would much rather see how it goes while in the heat of the moment, but then again it’s never anything too extreme, he’d be down to use toys on you and edge you, but wouldn’t be able to get into a “dom” character. His pace can be also very very rough. Because he’s so sensual he can get lost in the moment and slam into you, his hips can do magic, he wouldn’t have to work hard to get you close, but sometimes when get carried away he can be too rough and cause tears to form in the corner of your eyes. but again, it’s not his version of being a “dom”, it’s just how close it gets.

Hwiyoung-

He’s shy, very, he’s not really sure what to do at first. He doesn’t know what to do if you’re just laying there waiting for his command. I don’t see him as a soft dom either, nor a switch, he’s shying away from “roles” like that. Having sex with him is like a form of communication, you’re vibing with each other, He’s very open about everything, so if there’s something he was curious about and wanted to explore he would talk about it with you and see if you were down to try the same thing, usually it would never be anything to extreme since he’s too conscious to be able to pull that kind of stuff. I think he would try some degradation, but not anything too offensive, just in the dirty talk zone, he’d be kinda into it. I think he feels more comfortable letting you experiment on him than experiment on you, he’s very comfortable with you but is worried to not hurt you either physically or mentally. Unless you were completely certain about wanting him to Dom you or agreeing to him doming you he wouldn’t try it or bring the subject again. And if you were to try something he would be talkative and talk you through the whole thing, since he always want to feel you and know you’re feeling good, he wouldn’t be able to entirely get into a dom character because talking to you is an important part of the sex.

Chani-

He’s quite young so I’m not sure what kind of experience he has with this but I think he can have a freaky side and is able to dom. dirty talk, degradation, all that. So something between hard to soft dom lol.. I think he’s really into spanking and his hand print on your butt turns him on. Probably into blindfolds too. He has pretty good control on his hips so he maintain the same pace, his moves are not rough but he will go rougher when he’s close. His words and commands fit into the hard dom category but his movements are never too rough. He can be pretty unfair though, he’ll be down to tease and deny your orgasm for the longest time all while chuckling at you and have a shit eating grin. He won’t break character during the act but he would communicate with you through facial expressions.

[pcvensies]

dating percy jackson hc:)

okay so...

as always, gender neutral AND non-binary inclusive, or so i tried! nsfw kinda content around the end. mentions of nightmares. angst and fluff!

he needs to know where u are all of the time

not because he’s controlling, but because he worries 24/7

let’s say you’re also a demigod!

he loves going on quests with you. he knows they’re dangerous as heck, but you get to spend time together so its a 50/50 kinda situation

you train together a lot

when playing catch the flag, if you’re on the same team you always win. you two make an amazing tactic team tbh.

when on different teams, it gets personal: you’re also v competitive, and your teams LOVE watching you try to outsmart the other.

if it gets to fighting the other, you don’t necessarily go easy, but you never hurt the other. you can’t, nor can he

if you end up hurt, he sits by your bed while you recover and tells you dumb jokes, but also how well your team did because of your strategy, or how well you fought, or how good you looked fighting (gif)

he holds your hand all the time, too. runs his thumb over the back of your hand, plays with your fingers... soft shit like that.

he LOVES kissing your forehead, for some reason, no matter the time. he just,, smooches.

you guys facetime everyday when not in camp because he needs to hear ur voice at least once a day.

your mortal parent bought you this blueberry chapstick once. a cheap looking one, on a blue stick.

blueberry chapstick = LOTS of kisses.

“c’mon let me taste it, babe” that sounds lowkey sexual im sorry.

he takes you on rides on Blackjack, it gives u Aladdin and Jasmine on the flying carpet vibes but u dont tell him.

when he gets hurt in a quest, all he wants is you to hold his hand or play with his hair as he recovers.

“it’s medicinal, y/n, i know it is”

SALLY ADORES YOU ????

she often interrupts your facetime sessions to chat with you

asks you about your day, your family... anything really. shes an angel.

talking about parents, Poseidon likes you too but pretends he doesn’t.

ocean has felt more welcoming since you started dating perce tho

annabeth and you sass him a lot. he hates it but he loves it. his best friend and his partner. his favs.

as his cabin is just his, you spend as much time there as possible without getting in trouble.

you’ve slept there a few times tho... you have your ways.

he’s the little spoon. a FACT.

whenever he has a nightmare (usually tartarus related), he walks all the way to your cabin and knocks.

you open, half asleep, on your pyjamas.

“perce..?” “hey... you alright?”.

he’s the one to have the nightmares but also the one to ask if YOU are okay. a saint.

“nightmares again?” he just nods, “alright, let’s go”, as you pick up a sweater and close the door behind you.

you wrap both your arms around one of his, and you two walk around the shore for as long as he needs. sometimes he talks, sometimes he doesn’t.

you pull his hand to your face and kiss his knuckles. and everytime you can swear he trembles under your lips.

once when he had a really bad nightmare, you opened your cabin’s door to a quietly sobbing Percy.

it broke your heart. badly.

you walked him back to his cabin and held him all night, his head burried on your chest as you cooed him, rubbing his back and playing with his hair.

“i just... i thought i wouldn’t make it out and... and i had to...” “shhhh... it’s alright, my love... you’re safe now. i’ve got you”

he was lowkey embarrassed about it in the morning, but you reassured him.

NOW BACK TO HAPPY THINGS!

he’s a gentleman when he wants to be

gives you his jacket, asks before he kisses you...

“can i... can i kiss you?” “percy we’ve been dating for five months” “i know but can i?”

he likes to sit you on his lap, in an innocent way. he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder.

sometimes presses little kisses to your neck or under your ear. whispers stupid jokes or sarcastic comments. or dirty shit if he’s in the mood

cause he can also be ,, a little bitch

nsfw be careful kids!

he makes it about you in bed every time

but loves teasing too

such a selfless lover but we ain’t surprised are we?

kisses you all over, makes sure you’re enjoying every touch and move and kiss

“is this alright? does this feel good, baby..?”

he likes when you pull his hair. he likes it a LOT.

he moans in such a way ,, deep and raspy, drives you mad

‘angel’ and ‘honey’ are his to go in bed

“fuck baby... that’s good- feels so good... you’re so amazing, honey...”

he loves pleasing you but u know, he likes to be pleased too

he loves when you kiss his scars. he didn’t want you to see them at the beginning, but now watching you trace them with your fingers or your lips fills him with pride.

hes been through so much and you never not remind him of how strong he is and how those scars mean nothing but that.

percy gets weak when you whisper what you’re going to do to him before you do it

when you moan his name ????? OH BOI

his name sounds a lot better when you moan it. siren songs to his ears.

when you finish, you shower together or just lay there, v close to eachother

lots of cheek kisses and brushing the tip of his nose against your cheek right after. it’s his thing. its CUTE AS FUCK.

this got long im SORRY it isnt even good

Perseus Jackson simply makes you feel like the luckiest in the world and thats on PERIODT.

[ndoandou]

Hi!! I saw your requests were open, so uh could I request an Ikevamp headcanon for Arthur, Theo, Vincent and Isaac reacting an MC who is super energetic. Like, as in she could literally dance around the mansion without having a care in the world? ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Yeah lol pls feel free to take your time with this request and have a nice day!! ༼ つ ◕◡◕ ༽つ

This is cute 😳😳

This ended up being wayyy longer than i thought it would be. Arthur's part went deeper than i thought it would be-

This is probably one of my longest headcanon/scenario, i hope you enjoy 😌

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Lets say for context, MC is sweeping through the hall while humming, and as time went by her humming becomes louder. Eventually she straights up start singing while twirling and dancing around

Arthur

The first encounter with this trait of MC kind of surprised him. He wasn't expecting young lady to be this active and bright

Gets along very well with her actually

He doesn't mind her energetic personality, but sometimes in gets in the way when he is working on his stories.

He doesn't see her as "annoying" like what most people woukd describe her

He just thinks that she has so many things in her mind (in a good way) that she expresses them all at once //my mans pulling off a doctor doyle 😳

Arthur was in his room, trying to concentrate on his writing when he heard MC singing loudly outside

"I dare say, she is one active lady." Arthur said to himself as he exhaled.

Arthur got up and openned his bedroom door, revealing MC who was singing and dancing around with the broom

MC noticed arthur who was leaning on the door frame with a defeated expression

"Good afternoon to you arthur!" MC greeted him cheerfully, which then she went back to singing and dancing around

"Good afternoon to you too, dear" arthur said which MC probably didn't hear

Once he tried flirting with her but it all flew over her head

This one time MC and arthur was left alone and he tried to make a move on her

Arthur leaned over to MC's ear and whispered

MC seemed unbothered and let him lean over to her

"Seems like we're left alone, love.. would you like to have some fun?" Arthur whispered suggestively

MC was an innocent and very bright girl but she wasn't stupid

"Hm? No. Oh! Arthur can i ask you something?" MC asked unbothered by arthurs invitation

This took him by surprise

"Oh..ehm, go ahead poppet."

"Am i annoying?"

Arthur was blown away by her question.

"Annoying? No, no. That's not it, love. Why do you ask?" Arthur asked her curiously. He wasn't expecting this question from her.

"Ahahaha..! It's nothing important, its just when i lay down at night, i start realizing the unpleasant looks i get from some people whenever im doing something or saying something. I tell myself not to be annoying but i lose control of myself the next day." MC said cheerfully as if what she felt wasn't anything serious at all

Arthur felt really bad after hearing that. He realized that she was being misundertood badly.

He realized that behind that cheerfull personality, she had such deep thoughts

He wasn't expecting her to reveal her most vulnerable side to him out of everyone

He realized that the time he looked defeated arounded MC must have been in her memories

"Oh..oh dear me. I didn't know you felt that way, and im sorry if im one of those people who made you feel that way." Arthur said, with a sympathetic look on his face.

Arthur realized that MC never wanted to cause discomfort to anyone with how she is.

"Hmm i probably sounded REAL silly with what im saying, you can pretend that i never said anything, honestly!" MC said casually as she got up from her chair

"Wait! Hang on a second, poppet. Sit back down" arthur said as he gestured her to sit down, which she did

"I dont think you are annoying. You are just misunderstood, love. It seems to me that you have many going on in your mind that you express them all at once, like a big ball of energy." Arthur explained to her

MC's eyes widen

She found his explanation rather accurate

"Oh..you..you think so?" MC said taken back by the way arthur described her

"Yes, yes. I have an idea for you, poppet. If you want to learn how to express yourself better, how about you try writing all the things in your mind- in any form you want." Arthur suggested

MC's face lit up

"That sounds very fun!" MC exclaimed

"In fact, i want to do it now!" MC said as she jolted off her seat hurrying over to the door

"Oh, and thankyou very much arthur. You are the first person to understand how i feel" MC said smiling genuinely as she headed out

Arthur felt his heart skip a beat.

Without realizing, his cheeks were tinted pink

"By jove! What is this feeling?" Arthur said to himself

Surprisingly, MC was seen in the library writing away in peace most of the time, when she isn't doing her chores

If arthur was working on his own work, MC would sit next to him and start writing aswell

She would write poems

Everyone was worried if MC had fell sick because it was very unusual for her to be this quiet, but arthur just explained that she found herself a new hobby.

Mc would show arthur what she had written, and arthur woukd be blown away everytime.

Everyone got curious with what MC was writing, and when they read her poems, their brains just melted away

Even when vincent brought one of her poems to shakespeare, he became shookspeare

Everyone actually encouraged her to publish her works to the public

MC was excited with that idea, but she said she would give it a thought

Occasionally MC would be the ball of energy she was, but she settled down more

Vincent

He would find it extremely adorable!

Just combine MC and Vincent together would make them the angels of all angels

For context, vincent would be entering the mansions gate after visiting shakespeare

He noticed a dancing figure in the hallway through the window

As he entered the mansion, he could already hear MC's singing voice from the second floor

He goes upstairs and there was MC singing and dancing around with the broom

"Hello MC! You seem very energetic as always" vincent greeted with a smile

He would ask MC if she was singing a song from her time period

He would even ask her to teach him how to sing the song

Vincent isn't an energetic person, but MC's personality rubbed onto him

He would only be energetic around her as she is basically the catalyst xD

Vincent would end up dancing around with her, spinning around through the hallway, laughing and singing

The night after goofing around with MC, she was stuck in his head

He got up from his bed and went over to his art supplies.

He had the strong urge to paint her

The way she danced, sung, and laughed created a crystal clear image in his head

After spending the whole night painting, he was knocked out asleep from morning to afternoon

MC was sent by sebastian to wake him up

She recieved no answer when she knocked, which then she invited herself in

When she came in she saw a beautifully done painting of her

Feeling her heart skip a beat

For once she felt really shy instead of her energetic self

"V-vincent, its afternoon" MC shook his shoulder gently

Stirring up, vincent woke up

"Oh..good afternoon MC. Thats strange, usually you would yell at everyone to wake them up."

Being fully awake, he noticed that her cheeks were tinted red

"Whats wrong MC? You seem rather flushed" vincent asked softly

"The painting.. it's beautiful." MC said, smiling shyly

Realizing his painting was exposed in his room, he blushed into a deep shade of red.

He wasn't mentally ready for anyone ESPECIALLY her to see it

It went silent for a moment and they both avoided eye contact

Not being able to take any more of the awkward air, MC went back into character

She started giggling

"W-what are you embarrased for vincent?" MC said surpressing a laugh

"You tell me MC." Vincent said with a chuckle finally melting away from the awkward situation

Eventually they were both laughing full of joy, even everyone was wondering what was going on in vincent's room

Long story short, they are the inseperable ball of joy 😌

Theodorus

He finds it SO iritating but he can't bring himself to hate her

Despite being so annoying she still had that angelic aura that reminded him of vincent

He already finds the mansion's residents irritating (except vincent ofc) and they arent even as energetic as MC

Wont admit that he adores her at the same time

"HONDJE! For the last time, shut up!" Theodorus shouted, his head poking out of his bedroom door

He was trying to have his afternoon nap after a long day of wheeling and dealing some art.

"Dancing and singing is good for the mind and body! Would you like to join theo?" MC said ignoring his harsh tone

Looking at her with annoyance painted on his face, he glared at her then slammed his bedroom door shut

"Guess he doesn't.." MC said to herself, continuing to sing and dance around

A few hours after that theo payed vincent a visit in his room

He wanted to ask him for advice on how to deal with how loud and energetic MC is

He would have asked arthur but he would most likely give him advice on how to get into her pants

"Come in, what's bothering you?" Vincent invited him, noticing the conflicted look his brother had

Theo sighed folding his arms

"Broer, how do i get hondje to shut up? I keep yelling at her but she never stops" Theo asked, irritation clear in his voice

"Don't call her that! She's a very sweet person" Vincent scolded

"S-sorry broer.." theo appologized looking like a sad puppy

Vincent gestured theo to take a seat next to him

"Well, i understand where you are coming from. She is very energetic indeed." Vincent said

"So..how do i stop her from driving me crazy?" Theo asked

"You say you would yell at her to be quiet right? How about.. you try talking to her VERY nicely" vincent said, emphasizing the word "very"

Theo looked at his brother, confused

"Broer.. are you sure?" Theo asked

"Yes! She is someone you have to speak kindly to for her to listen. Trust your big brother!" Vincent said cheerfully

Vincent ended up teaching theo how to speak to MC the rest of the night

As expected, the next day MC was singing loudly once again

Theo was going to go shout at her but he remembered what his brother said

He gulped and exited his bedroom approaching her

MC who was singing and dancing stopped in her tracks when she noticed a figure standing behind her

She turned around greeted with theo who had a stiff expression

"Good day to you theo! How can i help you?" MC asked cheerfully

"I.. uh hond- i mean MC. C-could you please lower your voice p..please? I am- i'm trying to rest. I would v-very much appreciate y-your coopera..tion." Theo said stuttering allover the place while fidgetting

He wasn't used to being nice to people

It went silent for a bit

"Oh my! How strange, you aren't yelling at me! My appology theo, i didn't know i put you in such distress!" MC said with a guilty expression

Theo was blown away by her response as it just sounded way out of character, making him feel guilty

"O-oh! Don't worry, i appologize for always yelling at you." Theo said flailling his hands all over the place.

MC looked at him and started laughing softly

"O-oi! What are you laughing at hondje!" Theo exclaimed, his face red with embbarasment

Secretly, he felt refreshed after hearing MC laugh again

"Ahaha! My appologies, you just looked and sounded very adorable! It's..ahaha.. very unlike you theo!" MC said, laughing

Theo's brain stopped working, i mean did MC rly just call him adorable

"Whatever! Im going back to my room!" theo stomped away, face still red

"Alright, alright! Have a nice rest! MC said still giggling

Theo slammed his door shut and slumped down against the door

"Maybe.. hondje isn't that bad at all..." theo said to himself

ISAAC

Poor boy will have a mental breakdance

ESPECIALLY when hes reading or doing some cool kid stuff //p h y s i c s

Atleast she doesn't tag along with arthur and dazai...

He knows that she is a kind soul, just has too much energy >:(

He doesnt hate her of course! He just wish she would tone it down :(

Isaac was in the library reading a book when MC started humming while she sweeped the floor

The humming slowly became a string of "lalala" and soon enough she was singing

"Goodness me, MC! This isn't the first time you have distracted my concentration.." isaac said as he burried his face into the book he was reading

Considering how soft isaac's voice was generally, MC did not hear him.

Having enough of it, He shut his book close aggresively and proceeded to walk out the door, slamming the door

The sound of the door slamming alerted MC causing her to jump slightly

"That was really loud..where did isaac go?" MC asked to herself

That was when she heard the door open, revealing leonardo

"Hello leonardo! By any chance, did you come across isaac? He suddenly left and i dont know why..." MC said

Leonardo lit up a cigarrilo and spoke

"Ah yeah, by the looks of it.. you might have upsetted him by accident, cara mia. I saw him stomping through the hallway with a sour look on his face" leonardo said calmly, inhaling his cigarrilo

"W-wait what? I..upsetted him?" MC asked in disbelieve

Leonardo noticed the unsettled look on her face

"Calm down cara mia, here take a seat" leonardo said as he gestured her to take a seat in front of him

MC sat down with a conflicted look on her face

"Heres the thing cara mia- you are a very bright soul and isaac..he is a quiet kid. He finds loud noises distressing especially when he is focussing on something. In this case.. i assume you were singing loudly around him?"

This realization hit MC like a truck

"Oh no! I never meant to make him feel uncomfortable.." MC said sadly

"I need to make it up to him...but how?" Mc continued

Leonardo leaned back to his chair

"Well, as you know, isaac has a monstrous appetite. It will be his meal time in a bit. Maybe you could bring his meal to him and talk things out with him

MC's once gloomy face lit back up

"Thats a great idea! Thankyou very much leonardo!" MC said as she stood up, hurrying out of the library

When MC arrived in the kitchen, he was greeted by sebastian who was plating up some food and rouge.

"Good afternoon sebastian! Is that for isaac?" MC asked

"Indeed, why?" Sebastian asked curiously

"I will take it up to him, since i also have something to discuss with him" MC reasoned

Sebastian stared at her for a bit

"Very well." He said

As soon as sebastian finished plating things up, MC took the tray and headed to isaac's room

She took a deep breath and knocked his door

"Come in." He said calmly

MC went in and placed the tray next to him

Isaac looked up which then his face twisted into discomfort

"Oh..thankyou" he said simply

"Im sorry.." MC said sadly

Isaac's expression showed confussion

"Huh? Why are you apologizing?" He questioned

"You left earlier, because i was bothering you right?" MC questioned back

Isaacs heart melted a bit. He felt like he did something mean considering how he saddened someone who he thought would be the last person in the world to be sad

"Oh! Oh..that.." isaac exclaimed not knowing how to respond to her question

"I really am sorry. I have always been a loud and active person that sometimes i forget about the people around me. I just fall deep into my own world once i do something..." MC explained

Somehow isaac could relate to her words. He knows how it feels to be so engulfed in what you are doing that you just forget about everything else

Maybe her peronality is like his deep interest with physics..

"Dont worry about it... i kind of understand what you mean..im sorry for storming out like that" isaac said, guilt in his voice

It went awkwardly silent for a bit

"Oh! I have an idea! What if... you shout out "gravity" whenever im being too loud around you? Im 100% sure that will alert me!" MC suggested cheerfully

"P-pardon?" Isaac asked unsure if he heard her right

"I guess that was an awfull idea..." MC said as her expression dropped once again

Isaac felt really bad when he saw her sad expression

"N-no! I.. i will think about it.." isaac mumbled, which MC heard

"Really?! Thats great!" MC exclaimed

"So...are we on good terms now?" MC continued

"I suppose you could say so.." isaac said shyly

"Good, good! I will head out now, give me a shout if you need anything" MC said as she left the room

Since then MC and isaac had formed some sort of frienship. Leonardo was glad to see that isaac was finally speaking up, guess its thanks to MC that a tiny portion of her personality slightly rubbed onto him

The day came when MC was being too loud

This time, isaac was playing chess with arthur as dazai watched them

Just like always MC started singing loudly

Isaac took a sharp inhale

"GRAVITYYY" isaac shouted on top of his lung scaring arthur and dazai at the point they probably ascended to a different dimension

"Oh! Sorry isaac!" MC said

"Bloody hell, isaac! I know you came up with the concept of gravity, but what the on earth was that for?!" Arthur said with a hand on his chest that was beating fast

" i think i pooped myself" dazai said as he hurried out of the room holding his butt with his hands.

Isaac stayed quiet, not answering his question

"Back to the game please" isaac said calmly

Arthur just sighed still wondering what all of that was