#like great i have my phone but the drive's in my other pants' pocket or in my suitcase or on the bedside table

[xcziel]

i need a new phone, they're making me get a new sim card and this one's like ... so full

i don't have anywhere to store things to back it up but still have them accessible bc i don't have a desktop and like - my sd card is so full i can't save stuff from the phone to it

but new phones don't have sd card slots anymore????????????????

along with not having headphone jacks

so like i literally cannot buy a new phone and transfer all the crap on this one bc none of them have enough memory????????????

even the really fancy pricey ones are utterly shit in this regard??????????

(for clarity: i am speaking solely of android phones, i know not of iphones, i've given up on apple)

like i want a phone i can do photo edits on AND download mvs AND store multiple instances of 51 fifty-minute long episodes of a single chinese tv show to watch whenever PLUS a bunch of movies and screen recordings?

128GB is NOT ENOUGH for that especially since at least 12GB will end up being OS right?

like i literally was just looking to buy a new phone of the exact same kind i have right now bc it's perfect - it's only flaw is that it's old and full and won't be getting new updates - but i can't bc they're literally only available refurbished and then STILL thin on the ground

most likely bc they're the last phone generation with sd cards and headphone jacks!!! i don't blame people for not giving them up!

i just want to put the new sim card in something else so i don't have to worry about transfering and i can leave most of my stuff where it is and use Old Phone as a music player i guess

but i WOULD get a NEW new phone!!!

if only! they! had! expandable! memory!

we do not speak of cloud storage - if you have to keep paying extra for it, it doesn't count as part of your phone!!!

[xxeycisxx]

Mission

Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: So, y/n is a skilled fighter, in my mind I saw her powers similar to black widow and elektra. Both Matt and y/n are vigilantes. y/n gets injured on a mission and Matt saves her, so they have a chance to talk about their unresolved past. (18+)

TW: mention of injuries, unprotected sex, fingering, swearing, you know the drill. MDNI

wordcount: now sure, but its like five pages long or something.

taglist: @its-carlerrr

-masterlist here

You woke up on a couch, soft cushions softly caressed your muscles, but after a few seconds a sharp pain in your head made you open your eyes. You realized where you were lying. It was his apartment, his couch, his smell all around you. 

,,I was wondering when you’re gonna wake up,” you heard his voice and your eyes began searching for him all over the room. 

,,Sorry about that, maybe that sharp pain in my head had something to do with that,” irony spilled out of your mouth. You tried to apply some pressure on the wound, but it only made it worse, you hissed again and tried to get up. 

You spent some time here. But after you and Matt decided to call it quits, you didn’t even have a chance to talk to him over the phone. You tried it once, when you were feeling guilty that you probably could have tried more, that it could have been more.That was probably the main reason you stopped communicating in the first place. The feelings you had for Matt scared you. And you weren’t sure if you, or Matt was ready for that. 

So, even though he was fucking your brain out two months ago on the same couch that you were lying on right now, you tried to push those memories away, so that your heart won’t give out on you. Now is not the time to think about his hands, and how they held you tightly to his naked body or how his sweaty chest was glistening in the dim light coming from the streets.

,,Let me help you,” he sat right next to you on his couch and you created some space for him. But still, he was suddenly so close to you, parts of him were actually touching your skin right now. That's when you realized - you’re not wearing your pants, only black t-shirt and panties covering your body. 

,,Why am I practically naked?” he lightly pressed a cold pack to your wound on your head and laughed. You missed that smile.

,,You don’t remember?” you raised your eyebrow in confusion. 

,,I remember that I was trying to escape on the roof of the Yakatomi building, i was there to get evidence of corruption in Novak’s case…” you had some memories, but everything was still a big blur.

You are trying to escape, there are five huge guys trying to catch you and probably kill you on the spot. You have the flash drive in your pocket, so the mission is a great success so far. Now, everything you need to do is get rid of them and disappear. 

You get to the fire escape leading to the roof. You move quickly, each move is well-thought, it’s not like this is the first time you’re doing this. Once you’re on the roof, your next step is to hide, the best way to do this is to surprise them, they can’t fight something they don’t see. The night played into your cards. You’re trained for this, they’re not. 

Hidden behind a thick wall, you wait for the first guy to come just close enough so you can grab him from behind and press your right hand on his neck to stop the oxygen flow in his body, left hand pressed on his face to not alert his buddies. One out.

For the second one, you come quietly from the side, he’s unconscious in a few seconds. The third one didn’t take much effort either. 

It was actually when you came for the fourth. You were preparing to take him down and then - black shadow overpowered your mind and you were suddenly nothing. 

,,Yeah, you’re welcome for that too. You could have been dead,” Matt was visibly angry now. His pressure on your wound hardened and it made you yank. 

,,Sorry,” his touch was suddenly filled with tenderness again. His other hand held your arm, you know there was no specific reason to hold your arm, but you said nothing. You let yourself enjoy that small piece of pleasure. 

,,You were spying on me?” your voice didn’t sound angry, just confused. 

,,I was just in the neighbourhood, heard you and I thought you might need help,” he was so close right now. He was wearing a grey shirt and black boxers, which was your favourite combo. DId he knew that? 

,,That does not explain why i dont have my pants,” your vision was still a bit off. But you felt calm, maybe a little bit sad. You looked at him and tried to read his face, to get at least some information of how he was feeling.

,,You have a wound on your thigh, needed stitches and it’s not like I haven’t touched any of that before, so I figured…” you know he was probably trying to make a joke, but his voice was still a bit stern.

,,Haha, I missed your jokes,” another ironic comment. But he just raised his eyebrows. There was a moment of silence. He still held the ice pack to your head, the way he was close to you made you nervous. You felt your heart beginning to race and knew he could hear that. Great.  

,,Let’s not do that right now,” he said. He wasn't being mean. There was actually something broken now in his voice.

,,What do you mean?”

,,Look, I know we didn’t talk for some time and last time we saw each other… It didn't end well.” He put the ice pack on the coffee table right next to the couch. His other hand left your arm but a big portion of his body was still pressed to yours. 

,,I didn’t wanna talk about it,” 

,,You know I can tell when you lie to me, right?” he actually sounded amused right now. Is this a good time to do this right now? Your plans for today’s night were so much different.

,,Okay, if you have something to tell me, then tell me,” you didn’t mean to sound so cold, but it just came out of you. It surprised him a little bit, you noticed how he created a little distance between you two. 

,,Why don’t you start with the talking, it would be nice for a change, because one night you’re telling me how you want me and the next one you’re leaving me,” he stood up and you got up to sit, you could not do this lying. He was a bit angry right now, or maybe he was just trying not to yell at you, you weren’t quite sure.

,,What do you want me to say, Matt? I thought I could do this but I don’t really think either of us is ready for some kind of commitment,” you were right. This was the safest road you could take.

,,Don’t act like you know better how I feel than I do. I know what I felt, y/n,” there was not so much anger in Matt’s voice now, at the end of it, it was just sadness. 

,,Excuse me? You were ready? For what? To be afraid everyday that we might lose each other?  I know what happened with you and Elektra and I saw how you were afraid whenever we went on a mission togeth-” Matt didn’t even let you finish, as soon as you brought her into the conversation. It didn’t even take a minute and you were in a fight.

,,Okay, Elektra died, it was bad, but that has nothing to do with you, I don’t get why you can’t accept that somebody might actually care whether you live or die?” he was yelling at you know - it feels like there is a wall between you two, you try to talk to each other, but only half actually gets to the other side. 

,,Because this is my life, Matthew, I don’t need anybody to babysit me and I definitely don’t need to be afraid if you live or die!” he stopped for a second before he answered. 

,,Oh, so this is not really about me, being afraid for your life?” desperate laugh filled his voice. 

,,What do you want right now, Matt, hmm?” you asked, and you actually wanted an answer, that wasn’t a rhetorical one, since this whole situation was so insane, it probably couldn’t get any worse.

And then he kissed you. His lips found yours. You didn’t even want to admit to yourself how glad you were that he did it. Your hands wrapped around his neck, you pressed him closer to yourself, didn’t want him to ever leave your body alone. 

He slipped his hands under your shirt and took it off of you in one quick move. His right hand immediately found your nipple and the left one came around your waist to push you closer to his chest. You moaned into the kiss as his skilled, gentle fingers pulled on your nipple, played with it between his fingers and slowly started to apply more pressure.

As soon as you were able to pull yourself together, you took off his shirt too, to even the score. Your nails were digging into his skin on his back as he was kissing his way into your neck. You felt his tongue tasting your skin there, taking you in. You both were already out of breath, moaning into each other. 

He took you into his arms and quickly moved you to the kitchen, where he put you on the dining table. Your bodies never actually parted, you needed to feel his skin on yours and never stop. How much you missed this, how much you missed him. Not just the sex, but him. 

Nobody made you feel like Matt did. With him, anything was possible. Missions were actually much more fun, it was actually a bit weird, how good you were together, like two pieces of a puzzle, working together.

He quickly slipped your panties off. You were all naked in front of him, ready for whatever he has to give you. His hands found their way between your legs. 

,,That’s what I want,” he muttered into your mouth. That right there, made you wet, as if whatever came before wasn’t enough for him. You knew he could sense everything he was doing to your body and he knew exactly how your body responded, there was no way you could hide something from him. He found your clit and he started lightly circling it. You moaned in response. 

,,Is that what you want too? Tell me, I want to hear you say it,” you couldn’t control your own body. He had full control right now. Using your mouth for talking and actually creating a full sentence seemed a bit too much right now. But his fingers disappeared suddenly.

,,Say it,” he commanded. He looked at you with his unfocused eyes from above, but you knew he sees much more than you could ever imagine. Nobody made you feel so naked.

,,I want you, Matthew, please,” desperate for his touch again, you were able to mutter at least a simple answer. His fingers resumed their movement and he kissed you again slowly, letting you focus on what he was doing to your body. You felt his erection on your inner thigh and it made your pussy squeeze around nothing. He let out a little laugh.

,,Did you miss this? Cause i did,” he whispered into your neck, where he was playing with your sensitive skin. 

,,Matt, please, I need to feel you inside me,” you begged, you did miss him. A lot.

,,Not yet sweetheart, you’re gonna cum first,” he commanded. And he wasn’t so far away from the truth either. He was playing with your clit, his fingers went much harder now, he wasn’t losing any time and went for his price.  His other hand went inside you, immediately finding that spot, only he knew about.

,,Yeah, right there, isn’t it? Did you miss my fingers inside you? Making you this wet?” he enjoyed every second of your torment, suddenly, your body was no longer yours, but it belonged completely to him. He was rubbing that spot inside you with two of his fingers, while his other hand was attacking your clit. You were screaming now, pleading for your life.

You came so hard. You didn’t even notice it was so close. Matt laughed.

,,Good girl, you’re being so good for me, baby, just like that.” his fingers left your sensitive pussy quickly, so he could remove his boxers. It was just a few seconds and you already were so empty without him filling you.

His cock filled you quickly, he didn’t wait for anything. He started ramming into you hard, you leaned onto your elbows, half-lying  on his table while he was standing over you, your lips pressed together, moaning into each other’s mouth.

,,...I missed your pussy so much, baby…”

,,...Just like that, squeeze me…”

,,...I missed how sweet you taste…”

You loved how talkative Matt was during sex, he knew exactly what to say to make you desperate for him. You were displayed right here on his table for him, opening yourself for him, so he can take whatever he wants from you. Your body belonged to him, and his body was yours. 

He moaned so sweetly while he was ramming hard inside you, you loved that it was you who made him feel like this. You loved watching his face, his furrowed eyebrows, his eyes closed, even though he saw you completely. His messy hair, his beautiful body. You wanted to have it all, you wanted him to be yours.

,,I am gonna cum baby,” he whispered, his movement becoming more uneven.

,,Yes, baby, cum inside me please, Matt, I need it, missed you so much, I want it all,” you begged and begged, what you just said was probably too much.

,,Take it!” he clenched his teeth and moaned, his cock slotted fully inside you, you felt his warm spurts covering your walls from inside, finding home inside you. It felt so good.

He moved a few times, but then you both fell on the table, Matt lied on your chest, completely spent. 

,,Can I stay tonight?” you asked.

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[kaulitzhotel]

synopsis: You are giving the band a tour around the city in L.A your hometown. Something is wrong with Bill as you guys explore. You take them back home and talk to Bill in private. (2007)

Content: Fluff.

Notes: I know I do head canons on this page but I couldn’t help it. This short story is on my Wattpad account if you guys are interested. It’s one of my favorites I wrote so I hope some of you enjoy it!

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Hold onto me

Bill was coming to my house for the first time before Tokio Hotel has to perform. I never thought to invite him since he was busy in Germany and this is only their second to third visit to America.

He seemed to enjoy Los Angeles and fell in love with it. I took the band everywhere to try new foods and sightseeing. We walked along a street of stores and Tom was running down the sidewalk with me as we hid from behind a bush to scare Georg. Gustav laughed when he saw Georg's reaction. But Bill stood to the side just looking around.

"Hey, you okay?" I ask him putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm just taking everything in. But I want to see more." He looked at me and smiled.

I could tell he was feeling a bit overwhelmed but I let it be for now. I was walking behind Tom as we continued out to look at the stores. But I tripped on his pants from behind.

"Oops..."

"Don't even." Tom glared. I just laughed.

Bill was behind us as we laughed at Tom. I turn around and he was slowing down. I go up to him and hold his hand. He gave me another smile and squeezed my hand.

We went into a shop to look at some clothes that seemed to be the style that Bill liked or stuff he can make himself. He searched through them with a happy face. It was a good idea to distract him. I didn't know what was wrong with him but ill figure it out once we go to my house.

I heard a ringing from my phone all of a sudden.

"Hello?" I answered.

"It's Mom Y/N, are you guys almost home?"

"Yeah, I'm just showing them what's in the city."

"Okay, be careful you know it's not safe..." She paused.

"Yes Mom, I know." I look outside to see the sun going down. I bite on my lower lip.

"Love you, I can't wait to meet them." She broke the silence.

"Love you too." I hang up.

I look over to the boys as they were admiring the records hanging on the walls and shiny sparkly belts. Bill looked at me and pointed at a unique pair of pants. It almost seemed to shine in the light with a little glitter.

"I think that will look great on you!" I clap my hands.

"It certainly does, maybe I can add some things to it for our performance," Bill said.

I nodded and looked outside the door. I felt some type of anxiety run through me as I saw more people coming to the parking lot at this time of night. Thanks a lot, Mom.

"Let's get going guys I'm pretty sure my mom has made dinner and is waiting for us," I suggest.

They all look at me and I bite my nails which I never do. Bill comes up to me and slaps my hand down.

"Don't do that. That's germs." He laughed.

"Sorry!"

We paid for Bill's pants and head out to the van we were driving. It was pretty small but a good travel van. Since we couldn't have the bus in public. That would just cause people to be curious. I was driving in the streets and they looked outside to see what was going on. Los Angeles is beautiful with lights and many wonders. Maybe I saw the flaws. I looked at a little group when there was a stoplight of people selling what seemed to be drugs. On the other side, I saw a guy with something in his pocket. It'd be better to not make eye contact. The guys were distracted by the big buildings and distractions from what was there. Bill noticed what I was looking at.

"Why do you notice those things?" He whispered.

"It's just how I was raised here to be watchful of your surroundings," I say quietly.

"Look at me Y/N."

I look at him and he lightly touches my cheek.

"Look at the building right there." He moved his eyes away from me. I look to see where he was looking at and it was huge. Maybe a theater with blinking lights and how it was colorful. It made me get stuck on how lovely it was.

"Notice what's good to look around." Bill got closer to my ear feeling his breath tickle me.

I look back to the front road and continue driving when the light turned green. Bill set his hand on my thigh while humming. The guys behind us were just making fake snoring sounds of how bored they were.  As we made it into my neighborhood they were looking at the houses. They weren't big but not tiny at the same time. It was a good home for a small family. I parked in the driveway and we got out. I knock on the door.

The door opened slowly and my mom was there.

"Hello! I've heard so much about you guys. Please come on in. It's cold and not safe outside." My mom waves her hands in singling for them to come in. My Mom was always paranoid about what could happen but nothing happened.

"Where is Dad?" I question.

"At work, he will be home soon." She said.

We sit at the dinner table and said our thanks. Bill was picking at his food.

"You don't like it?" I spoke for only him to hear.

"I do, just not feeling it."

"C'mon eat! We will talk after dinner."

Bill agreed and started eating. The boys were chowing down after a long day. And my mom started conversations and all of us talked for what seemed to be hours. When everyone finished Tom helped my mom with the dishes and Georg and Gustav were cleaning off the table. Bill was sipping on some juice watching them.

When we finished that I showed them where they were going to be sleeping in the guest room. Bill was going to stay in my room. When I put them to sleep because they asked me to tuck them in.

"You guys are a handful." I roll my eyes.

"How about a kiss on the head before bed?" Tom smirked.

"How about a slap in the head?" Bill recommended and gave a whack to his head.

We all laughed at it. Georg and Gustav just lay there chuckling at Tom. They say goodnight to me and Bill and we closed the door. Bill walked with me to my room.

"Oh, this is cute." He looked at the posters of him on my wall.

"Very cute..." As he looked at the stuffed animals covering my bed.

"Sorry, I haven't been in this room for a while since I bought my apartment." I shyly say.

Bill laid down on my bed curling up a bit since he was so long. His legs were going over the bed. I giggle at him.

"I'll be right back."

He nods and I leave the room to change my clothes.

When I come back I see Bill laying on the floor. "What are you doing silly?" He looked up to the roof of the room and shrugged his shoulders. I lay right next to him and hold his hand.

"What's been up with you today?" I raise a question.

"I guess I'm just used to Germany but I love it here. I feel like this can be my home. And seeing you especially is so nice. I want to live here. But I'm just nervous about the performance coming up. And then when you were noticing those things I don't want you to feel uncomfortable not sharing them with me." He confessed.

"Bill, don't worry about that. I'm going to be here by your side. You are going to do amazing. And I'm sorry if I made you feel like that. You know I just want you to enjoy the good things but sometimes every place has their bad. And this will be our home in the future."

Bill looked at me and gave me that beautiful smile. He scooted closer to me and kissed me on the lips. I run my fingers through his hair as we break the kiss. I sat up and held him in my arms while he wraps his arms around me. I kissed his cheek and then his forehead.

"Let's get on the bed Bill the floor is uncomfortable." I kissed him once more.

"Alright but just keep holding me for a bit." He pleaded and held me tighter.

"Okay, Billy."

We sat there for an extent of time and I held onto him playing with his hair as he relaxes finally.

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[athena-writes-i-guess]

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Reader

Prompt: Drunken confessions

“Eddie!” You practically yelled through the phone, causing your best friend to flinch and pull back the receiver for a moment.

“Hey sweetheart, are you okay?” He asked a little concerned, it was past midnight and you sounded off.

“Yeah! Everything’s great, I just miss you and I need a ride.” You said, slurring your words a little as you spoke.

“Have you been drinking Y/N?” The metalhead questioned with a sigh.

“Yeah! I went to Steve “The Hair” Harrington’s party tonight, I think I had a little too much. Can you please come get me?” You giggled as you spoke, trying to put on the sweetest voice you could in your hazy state.

“Yeah I’ll be there in a few minutes.” Eddie said, “Don’t go anywhere.”

“Aye aye Cap’n!” You giggled before hanging up the phone on him. Eddie sighed before gathering the things he needed and heading out to get you.

He arrived 20 minutes later and you were waiting out on the lawn. You ran up to his van, stumbling a little bit as you waved goodbye to Robin. You let out a breathy giggle as you got into the passenger seat and hugged Eddie as best as you could.

“Thank you! You’re my hero!” You said happily.

Eddie smiled to himself at the contact, wishing more than anything that you were this affectionate when you were sober too. He would bask in your embrace everyday if it was up to him.

“Let’s get you back home.” He laughed lightly as he started driving.

“No!” You exclaimed, surprising Eddie. “Can we go back to your house tonight? I don’t want to go home. I wanna be with you.” You said sweetly. The metalhead felt his heart hammering in his chest at your words.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” He asked, a little nervous.

“Yes, please Eddie?” You pleaded, using the puppy dog eyes on him that he was incredibly weak to.

“Okay, you dork.” He said, changing courses to the trailer park, not missing the large smile on your face.

After a few moments of silence Eddie felt his hair moving, and noticed you playing with it. “You have such great hair Eddie.” You mused thoughtfully. “I always think about running my hands through it.” Eddie gulped as he felt a wash of heat move through him that left tingles like electricity behind at your touch.

“What? Really?” He asked, catching your eye for a moment before looking back at the road.

You giggled again. “Oh yeah, I wanna run my hands through your hair, and all over your tattoos. It’s not my fault you’re so incredibly attractive Eddie. I am just human after all.” You sighed as you leaned back in the seat and looked out the window calmly, as if you hadn’t just sent Eddie into a tailspin. His head was spinning at your words, trying to tell himself that you were just drunk. But aren’t people usually incredibly honest when they’re drunk?

You both finally arrived back at the trailer without any other incidents and Eddie helped you into the house and his room, plopping you down on his bed. He started helping you take off your shoes so you could sleep this off.

You smiled cheekily down at him from his spot on the floor. “Hey Eddie. Is that a mirror in your pocket?”

“What?”

“Cause I can see myself in your pants.” You finished, smiling impishly at him, the metalhead felt his cheeks heat up and was sure he was blushing.

“Uh- I’m going to sleep on the couch, you take the bed.” He said awkwardly as he stood up and started heading towards the door.

“Wait!” You exclaimed. “Wait Eddie, I need to tell you something. Please?”

He turned back to you and saw a serious look on your face.

“I really like you Eddie, like a lot. I want to be more than your friend. I want to be more to you, because you’re everything to me.” You confessed, locking eyes with his surprised ones. Eddie felt that electric tingle move through him again. Surely you didn’t mean this.

“We- I think we should talk about this in the morning okay sweetheart?” He suggested. You nodded softly, understanding that this probably wasn’t the best time. Eddie gave you one last look before closing the door behind him and heading to the living room. He sighed heavily as he sat on the couch. Were you going to remember this in the morning?

~

“Eddie?” Your voice rang through the morning air of the living room, stirring Eddie as he slept on the small couch. He opened his eyes to see you standing before him, looking slightly nervous.

“Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?” He asked as he sat up, feeling nervous himself, he wondered if you remembered what you said.

“Just a little headache.” You said as you fiddled with your fingers. “Um-you said- you said we could talk in the morning?”

Eddie gulped, you remembered. “Yeah, you said some stuff last night. Did you mean to?” He asked, gazing into your eyes.

“I meant every word, I don’t know if I meant to say them drunk but, they’re true. You’re everything to me Eddie.” You admitted, walking closer to him. “I- I just needed to tell you.”

Eddie beamed up at you and quickly stood up, closing the distance between the two of you. He captured your lips in a tender kiss, smiling as you kissed him back immediately. He pulled back breathlessly after a few moments, “You’re everything too. Everything.”

Masterlist

[0wen-b3rnard-anton1o]

Safe Now

Sturniolos x y/n (technically its all of them but your dating Chris)

TW- Swearing, Panic Attack, Kissing, Alluding to potential danger, Anxiety (i think i got everything)

Summary- Your filming a video with the the triplets when something happens and they have to protct you

Me and the triplets piled into the van. Matt racing to the drivers seat before me I huffed opening the back door you better let me drive home Matthew, me and Matt always argued on who drove seeing as we were the only ones who could. Alright alright fine he agreed starting the car I sat next to Nick behind Chris and buckled my seatbelt, Chris already plugging the aux to his phone taking song requests? I asked leaning forward as far as the seat belt would allow me to resting my hand on his shoulder slightly rubbing it, as long as that request isnt a taylor swift song then yes he answered doja actually. I told him Nick perked up is it her new song? He asked, you know it I replied Chris shook his head sighing still searching it up regardless, I pulled away from his vibing with music "BITCH I SAID WHAT I SAID I RATHER BE FAMOUS INSTEAD" me and Nick both screamed the lyrics as Matt pulled out of the driveway even Chris swayed to the beat.

We headed off to the antique thrift store in town they had passed the other day while getting ice cream giving Chris the and idea for the upcoming Wednesday's vlog wanting to bring back the old thrift store challenge, ya know the one where you see you can thrift the best outfit in 15 minutes, they had invited me to be in the video which I glady said yes we had already filmed the intro explaining todays video at home deciding we'd film again when we got to the store. Once we arrived the moment the car was in park I jumped out out inspecting the old building, the whole front of the building made of glass come on hurry I motioned them to get out of the car quicker Chris joined me opening the door and jokingly bowed, why thank you kind sir I joked back walking through the entrance the inside was definitely very antique random objects scattered around.

We all walked to the clothing racks I grabbed my phone from my back pocket preparing to start filming Matt and Nick following suit aswell as deciding on who will get the camera and use there phone as a timer while Chris went to the front to ask if we were aloud to film we came to an agreement Matt would control the timer as Chris came jogging back pulling his phone out aswell, were good to film he told us great, Matt gets the camera if thats good with you Nick explained Chris nodded in reply Matt handed me the keys to the car since I'd be driving home before started the timer and we all began to film and go our separate ways,

I rushed to the womans section talking to the camera as I go ok so I'm going to try to go for like dress pants and a nice button up very formal very boss bitch I searched through the racks spotting a pair of light purple dress pants I checked the size to see it was a size to big, damn it it's a size to big i told the camera it's fine thats what's belts are for I shrugged it off heading for the shirts, skidding to a stop seeing a cream white belt grabbing it I hear Nicks protests behind me hey, I was gonna grab that he told me, sucker! I yelled jogging off laughing when I looked behind me at his annoyed expression I see Chris not to far away with red pants or shorts in hand couldn't really tell from here I got back to searching finding the perfect top almost immediately, Satisfied with my outfit I decided to check out the front of the store near the check out where I had saw a full body mirror that caught my eye. Sure enough I walked up to it loving the metal frame that went along the mirror the patterns were beautiful, only being 15 dollars I decided it was definitely worth it to buy, I picked up noticing it definitely had some weight to it I still hauled it to the front paying for my my clothes and mirror, Nick, clothes in hand came behind me. ooh nice mirror want any help getting it to the van? Nah im good to carry it thanks though alright then muscles, ill meet you in the car he told me, I sent him a smile putting the bag around my arm lifting the mirror off the ground and began walking off to the car

I had noticed a man riding a bike behing me assuming he would pass by but he slowed down yelling out to put the mirror down I looked fully behind me the man was old his bike seemed to be falling apart. oh no im good thank you though i gave him the best fake smile i could muster frightened by the stranger, he came to a full stop getting off his bike setting it to the gorund no no no he mumbled come on his voice trailing off I couldn't understand what he was saying I brought out the car keys my hands slightly shaking just wanting him to get on his bike and go away, I hit the button on the key opening the trunk only about two feet from the van he came closer to me my I looked around wishing i wasnt alone i made eye contact with Nick through the glass of the shop the moment he saw my frightened face he sped walked out the door to my side Whats happening he asked me um i was just i dont need help i fumbled over my words

thanks sir Nick deepened his voice standing staigher wrapping an arm around my waist but i can help her, you can leave he glared him down now, Nick finished the man lingered in silence for a moment his eyes trained on me making me cower further behind Nick before Chris and Matt came out the door aswell, Chris immediately noticing the situation began to jog over to me the man who had seen all three boys backed up quickly and grabbed his bike speeding off. My eyes brimmed with tears Matt took the mirror and my bag from me putting it in the car for me I leaned into Nick My breathing picked up pace he hugged me its ok now sweetheart

Nick let go allowing my boyfriend to wrap his arms around me im right here your safe we wont let anything happen to you your ok he told me Matt rubbed my back from behind joining in the hug which Nick joined aswell we all stood there group hugging me in the middle but i just felt suffocated a tear escaped my eye, Chris letting go once he felt the wet tear hit his arm Nick opened the shotgun door guiding me to sit down my legs dangled out the edge of the car I physically couldn't breath, air wouldnt hit my lungs making me panic way more awful thoughts circled my brain what would've happened if Nick didnt come out what if i was completely alone what would that man have done how was i meant to be alone anywhere again drowned in my own world my hands shook even more

Chris took my hands in his trying desperately to calm me down what do i do i dont know Matt help me out here he asked knowing his brother has struggled with this aswell before Matt pushed Chris to the side and he stood by Nicks side Nick rubbed his back for comfort Matt rubbed my arms crouching down hey y/n i need you to listen to me you need to breathe for me ok in and out, i tried i did i slowly drew a breath in and out but the more i tried the more my throat consticted and it scared me, i shook my head Matt noticed there wasnt much he himself could do and stood up. Alright kiss her he told Chris, what? he looked at Matt confused Nick shared the same expression i know how it sounds ok but she needs to breath to calm down and if she holds her breath it will help regulate it shes not in a state to hold her breath herself Chris catching onto what his brother was saying he quickly cupped my cheeks pressing his lips onto mine it indeed catch me by surprise my breath hitching, i kissed back tangling my hands in his hair he pulled away my breath still shaky but the air filled my lungs, Chris kept his forehead against mine, did you come back to me? I nodded glancing to Matt and Nick smiling at them both gratefully.

I love you I whispered to Chris I love you to, so much he responded grabbing my hand pulling me to the backseat with me I think I'll drive again Matt laughed slightly starting the car again hey at least i get the aux now Nick said but turned around looking at me your ok now though? He asked holding a hand out to me I grabbed his hand squeezing it, ya i am thank you all of you seriously Of course! They all replied completely in sinc OHHHH they all said agian we all burst out laughing I loved these boys with all my heart.

I love you so so much! Thank you for reading and always feel free to request

[anothersoulless]

Red Windows {Cloud Strife x Reader}

I've been gone for a long while working on like, 10 different drafts on and off while also managing life (it's stressful rn, ngl) but let's get to a different thing I wanted to do (so I have more stuff to work on :3)

Considering Spotify wrapped was released a bit ago, I will work on OneShots based on my wrapped, they're gonna be smaller though, since I'm trying to rekindle my passion for writing. Also, of course, I keep my right to skip any song, the only songs I 100% will do are song in my top 5, also song I already based a OneShot off do not get a second one unless i want to. Anyways, I know I ALREADY wrote something with this song, but I'm gonna be honest... I hate it. So let's change that! (this one is a lot better but I still don't like it, anywho)

First up:

The music in the club was loud, nearly deafening as you sat down near the bar, your drink right in front of you. The main lights were dimmed, wildly coloured spotlights roaming on an automated path through the room, some device near the ceiling creating a colour-changing star pattern on the floor. There was a dance floor at the farthest wall, even though most people just danced wherever they wanted to. The barkeeper was rushing around behind the bar, due to some misfortune, all alone this evening.

Taking another sip of your drink, you watched the crowd. It all seemed to blur together, like it was all distant, until you looked back at your drink, the liquid a light blue hue due to whatever juice the mocktail was mixed with. Some people were obviously singing along with the music, their voice drowned out by the bass running through you body, shaking the floor and glasses. Watching over the crowd, your eye got caught on multiple couples, some just looking great, some dancing in a ridiculous manner, others getting a tad bit too handsy. Adverting your gaze again, you downed your drink, ready to leave. It hadn't even been your idea to come here, and yet he was the one who was late.

You made your way to the barkeeper, sliding the money over you owed them, some additional dollars added, as you left. You bid the guard near the exit goodbye, wishing him a good day and leaving the estate, going up the stairs to ground level. Immediately, there was a big commotion, two people arguing about something. It was definitely the guy who checked everyone and gave them the bracelet, arguing with someone about their ID. You pulled out your phone, while walking up, already pulling up the chat with your date, writing only a meager "I'm leaving, thanks for the heads-up" and sending it. You pocketed your phone and looked towards the commotion, stopping dead in your tracks.

"Please, I swear I'm 18, how else would I have a Tattoo? I really just forgot my ID, doesn't my driver's license prove enough?!" But the Guard was unyielding, despite his logic being flawed, still denying the blonde entry. The blonde with the unique hairstyle and the striking outfit you had been looking out for all night. A blonde with a tattoo on his lower arm. It were too many similarities to be a coincidence, especially after he begged to just talk to his date waiting inside, since his phone died. You went up to him then, tapping him on the shoulder. "Cloud?" The blonde turned around, dressed in a loose, white button-up without a tie, a bit messy on his figure, yet still charming, paired with grey dress pants and black dress shoes.

He was confused, not immediately recognizing you, taking a few seconds to register. "I'm sorry, I swear I would have been here on time, but I was in such a rush I forgot my ID at home and-" you smiled, stopping him with a hand hold up "I heard, it's okay. Let's just do this another day" Cloud seemed a bit defeated, before he perked up. "Wait, uh- I... I know a place we could go, if.. if you still want to?" You blinked a few times, debating. "Sure, are you driving?" He nodded, leading you to his vehicle. You didn't know what you expected, maybe something like a car, definitely not a motorbike, though. With a bit of help from him, you got on, before he gave you a spare helmet and his riding jacket, which you happily accepted. You could tell he was a lot more careful when riding, a lot more tense. Maybe he didn't want to scare you? It was kind of cute really. And your hands felt warm thanks to his body heat, which made you wonder just how warm he was when he wasn't subjected to cold evening air. Shrugging that thought aside was probably a bad idea, considering you could just feel his muscles under the shirt, now the only thing your mind focused on. They weren't rock-hard, still a bit squishy and you hoped to god he hadn't noticed when your fingers dug into his flesh a bit, or, if he noticed, that he thought it was because of the motorcycle.

The Place you two ended up at looked nothing like the club he had chosen originally. It was a bit run down, made of wood and looked a bit messy with the string lights and the huge sign reading Seventh Heaven. Cloud let you get off the bike first, then parked it and turned to you with an apologetic look. "I know it's nothing like we planned and definitely not what you thought, if you want to leave-" you smiled and cut into his words. "It's okay, it doesn't matter where we eat or drink, we wanted to get to know each other, one as long as it's good i don't mind." He smiled. "It's the best, even if it looks a bit sketchy" You gave him back his Jacket and he packed away everything, before offering you his arm. You took his hand and he led the way, up the stairs and through the double doors. There was a woman behind the counter, gorgeous, and she already looked tough from a bit away. She looked up and surprise crossed her face. "Cloud?" She then looked at you, and before she even asked who you were she seemed to already know, instead asking what had happened for you two to end up here instead of the 'fancy' place that was the original plan.

The bar was empty, but it looked clean and lived in, loved even. Cloud didn't hesitate, striding to the counter and sitting down after you. He let you introduce each other, before he explained that she was a childhood friend who had already helped him many times in various situations. She was nice, saying she'd even give you two something to eat, as you and Cloud started your date. "So, childhood friends?" He nodded simply. "Yeah. Tifa and I have been... Through a lot of complicated-" he paused, for a minute. "It's not like we even dated, god no" he blushed at that thought. Embarrassed. "It's just a lot of complicated things we've experienced together." You smiled cheekily, sipping on the drink in front of you, shimmering just as blue as Cloud's eyes and resting you head on you hand, before you teased "So she's no one I should worry about?"

He sputtered, nearly choking on his drink, as he rushed to reassure you, while you simply chuckled. "Don't worry, I know how it is. It's good to have such a close friend, really." Your date smiled then, a small smile but it was there. "Yeah. I don't have many friends, admittedly. You don't really make a lot of friends when you have my last and my job and... Well, I've been alone a lot. Tifa was there when I needed her and I got some real good friends afterwards as well. They're good friends, all of them"

Cloud was always very vague about his job and past, but you didn't mind. It was not your place to pry. Not yet, anyways. Maybe someday... You looked at his glass, the drink a ruby red, so clear and vibrant it nearly looked like it was a crystal itself. "So, I know people always wonder, so, did you already have a girlfriend?" He pondered. "I wouldn't call her that. She was a very close friend but it was never more, even if the lines blurred sometimes." There was another faint blush. God, you just loved the way his cheek turned a light pink. "We're still close friends. You'll probably meet her some day."

You chuckled then, "Some day, huh? Looking to repeat today even before it got really started?" His cheeks turned even brighter, and he stammered a bit, definitely flustered beyond compare now. "It's not- I- I didn't mean that, it just slipped out." You laughed, and patted him on the arm. "Think about what you say better, next time" Next time. Some day. A promise of another meeting. Even if he failed to meet you on time. Even if it wasn't the best date ever or ideal or anything like it, you got to know him well. Probably even better than you would originally have, and there was just something about him. Those really bright blue eyes and the blonde hair and the soft, light paper skin had caught your attention. Paired with his tougher build, you didn't know what to expect, but he was a perfect mix of both.

"I have dated a few before. The best relationship I had was probably with a girl from a different neighbourhood, a poor one. My parents didn't approve, but she was the sweetest girl ever." You explained. "We broke it off because we realised we didn't click like that, and we stayed friends as well." His eyes rested on you, studying you. You looked back at him and smiled sweetly. "You know, every time I look at you, I have one thought in mind: pretty. How can you actually be so beautiful?" He blushed at your words, scrambling for words yet again and looking away. "It's weird how you can't handle compliments. Surely, you must have gotten these a few times, no?" He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. I just... Never cared about the person saying it." "Awe, so you care about me already? It's our first date, and you're already falling for me."

In a flurry of braveness, he looked you dead in the eyes, "what if I am?" Dear Lord, you nearly felt your soul leave your body, this man had really no idea what he was doing, nearly killing you like that. You stayed silent, air whipped out of your lungs and thoughts racing through your brain, too fast to grasp. And then a whisper: "That wouldn't be a bad thing" Both of you blushed, and the evening went on. A small homely meal later, a few drinks in your system, your arm religiously brushed against his, your shoe bumping against his chair more often than before, sitting closer together now as well. You laughed and you ate and you drank. Then he had to stop, still wanting to be able to drive home. You decided to call it a night, a sense of uncertainty washing over you two.

You didn't want to push it. It had been a really fun night. He fumbled nearly every step along the way, but still managed to make it even better than expected. When you went to the bathroom, you took a pen and a piece of a bill that you left in your pocket and scribbled down your number on it, folding it. Considering he hadn't asked for your number and simply did everything via the app you two met over, you figured maybe this would push him in the right direction without pushing too far.

You returned to the counter, tapping Cloud on the shoulder. "We should probably call it a night. I have to work tomorrow, and you can't drink anymore because you need to drive, so I'd say this is a fairly good place to stop." He looked at you, from his sitting position, for a second, before he stood up. "Yeah, you're probably right. Do you want me to drive you home, or is that too soon?" You shook your head. "A little bit too soon, Cloud." You bid your goodbye to Tifa before returning to Clouds bike. "Don't worry about me getting home. I'll have a friend pick me up in a few minutes. On another note... I really had fun tonight. Somehow, even when it first looked like you had just ditched me, you made it... Probably my best date ever. Thank you for that. You leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, and handed him the paper.

"Call me if you want it throw it away if you don't. I hope I'll see you again?" He smiled again then, leaning down a bit. Your faces were so goddamn close, mouths nearly touching. "You definitely will" and then he kissed your forehead and smiled as he drove off. You look back at the bar. Tifa standing in the double doors and shaking her head, smiling. He still had to work on some of his etiquette, but he was doing really well. And you? You simply smiled, a giddy feeling in your chest, while the corners of your mouth refused to lower even an inch.

[hollywoodxwhore]

wanted - part 6

Colson x Original Female Character x Pete

Warnings: swearing, alcohol usage

Word Count: 3774

Find parts 1-5 in my masterlist!

Pete's not even really in this part. Just Colson and tension and angst!

Pete and I haven’t talked about it.

It’s been almost two weeks since we spent the night together, and since then, it’s like nothing happened. He’s still the same sweet, friendly Pete, but he hasn’t made a single move on me. I find myself regretting ever having done anything with him. I obviously did something wrong if he hasn’t tried since. 

Machine Gun Kelly has another show tonight, this one out of town, and Alicia, Logan, and I are tagging along. We’ll be staying in a hotel, and the plan is for me to sleep on an air mattress in Alicia, Rook, Logan, and Sophie’s room. It is what it is. The fifth wheel. Always the single one.

Pete isn’t going, and I find myself feeling relieved about it. I know we’ll all go out drinking after and I don’t need my drunk self making anything worse. 

After dropping our things at the hotel, we rush to the venue. Everyone is thrilled that the band has been asked to play at a larger venue, one that required them to travel. They’ve been asked to open for another local band. It’ll be more money, too. 

Since Alicia and Logan are dating band members and I’m a close friend, we’re all allowed backstage. It’s pretty cool because it’s an actual stage and not a basement this time. There are actual places to hang out and get ready. I’m just sitting and soaking up the atmosphere when I spot a very distressed Colson. I frown, watching him for a moment before deciding to go over and see what’s going on.

“Colson, you good?” I ask. He’s tearing his hands through his hair.

“No, the fuckin’ pants I brought have a rip right in the ass,” he grumbles.

I frown, reaching for them, and sure enough, a tear right along the seam. I wince. “Can I run back to the hotel to get you another pair?” I ask.

Colson shakes his head irritably. “No. All I brought other than these is a pair of sweatpants. Too tall to borrow anyone else’s,” he says. “Fuck, I’m screwed.”

“No, you’re not,” I say. I check the tag of the pants for his size. “Where are your keys?”

Colson pats his pockets and hands them over, studying me. “Where are you going?” he asks.

“Shopping,” I say.

Relief floods his face. “Alex, thank you,” he says, putting his palms together. “I…” He pauses. “I have no cash.”

I wave him off. “Not worried about it,” I insist, already walking away. He calls after me with another thank you but I’m already hurrying out to his car and checking my phone for shopping centers. 

This man is tall. I’ll need to find a place that makes clothes for tall guys who are also skinny. I drive to a nearby mall and within 20 minutes, I have three different options. I pay and rush back to the venue. 

They’ve just finished soundcheck and Colson spots me immediately. “Did you find some?” he asks.

“Yeah, come on, you can try them on,” I say, leading the way to the changing room. I expect him to take the bag and close the door but instead, he gestures for me to go in first. 

“You have to tell me if they look good,” he says, taking the bag from me. He pauses upon looking inside, glancing up at me. “You got three?”

I nod. “Wanted you to have options.”

Colson looks at me, something like softness taking over his features. He pulls out the first pair and drops his sweats to the floor. My cheeks feel slightly hot and I do my best to completely avoid looking at him as he shimmies into the tight jeans. He zips and buttons them, then turns to face the mirror.

“What do you think?” he asks. 

“They look great,” I say honestly. “They fit you perfectly. Try on the other two just in case.” He nods and does as he’s told, but the first pair is the best. “I’ll return the others before we go home tomorrow,” I offer.

“I can do it,” Colson insists, peeling off his shirt to change into his concert shirt. First, he puts on deodorant, and it’s really hard not to stare at him, but I keep my eyes averted. “I can’t thank you enough, Alex.”

“It’s no problem,” I assure him, crossing my legs and picking at my nail polish, anything to keep my eyes off of him. 

“Are you excited for the show?” he asks, much more chatty than usual.

“Yeah, I am,” I say. “You know I think you guys are amazing.”

“It means a lot that you came,” Colson says, and when I look up, he’s looking at me, sincerity in his eyes. “You’re a good friend.” Where is this coming from?

“Of course,” I say with a shrug. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

Colson hesitates before looking away from me, turning toward the mirror as he buttons up his shirt. “Is something going on with you and Pete?” he asks.

I blink in surprise. “Wh-what?” I ask.

Colson shrugs. “It just seems like maybe there is,” he says casually, but almost like he’s forcing himself to sound so casual. I flash back momentarily to Sophie’s belief that Colson likes me. I still have a hard time believing her.

I think back to the night Pete and I hooked up, to how distant he’s been since. How he hasn’t brought it up or even really talked much to me. I sit up a little straighter and watch him mess with his hair. “No,” I say finally. “There’s nothing going on with us.”

Colson meets my eyes in the mirror, his gaze almost a challenge. “Do you want there to be?” he asks.

I stare back at him, stunned. I can’t believe he’s actually asking the question. My mouth opens but I don’t say anything. And luckily, I don’t have to because Slim and Baze burst in. They pause momentarily, looking between the two of us, then immediately continue their conversation, going to grab their clothes. I take the opportunity to leave the room, keeping my head down so Colson can’t meet my eyes.

Half an hour later, Logan, Alicia, and I are in the audience, waiting for the show to start. Logan and Alicia are chattering excitedly about the show and their partners, but I stay quiet. I’m still reeling over my conversation with Colson. Why was  he asking? Couldn’t he just ask Pete, his own roommate? I wonder if he has asked Pete and if so, what Pete might have said. Yeah, we hooked up and it was bad. I don’t know how to let her down easy. Or, we hooked up and I’m totally not into her. Her body is gross. 

Luckily, the show starts, interrupting my negative thoughts, and I pour myself into supporting my friends.

After the show ends and we pack everything up, we find a local bar and get a table. It’s already almost midnight, but this is a fairly busy city, so the bars are open late. Slim disappears to the bar to order a round of shots and he returns beside a waitress carrying a large tray. 

“Tequila for everyone!” Slim says. A few of us grimace and some cheer. We all take limes and sprinkle salt on our hands as the shots are doled out around the table. We all hold up our shot glasses. 

“To our biggest show yet,” Colson says, grinning widely. He’s at his best onstage and right after he gets off. Energetic, excited, and so smiley. He’s adorable, all pink cheeks and messy hair. “To the best group of friends I could ask for. EST for life.”

“EST for life!” We all repeat the words in unison, clinking our glasses together before downing our shots. Most of us grimace, sucking hard on our limes to soothe the sharp taste of cheap tequila. 

“I got next round!” Colson announces, hurrying off to the bar. 

“It’s gonna be a loooong night,” Slim says with a laugh. 

He’s not wrong.

Within an hour, we’re all drunk. Well past it, actually. We’re wasted. We’ve created our own dance floor and we’re dancing to a bunch of songs we all loved in high school, having taken over the jukebox. Luckily, there aren’t many other people here. I’m spinning slowly, arms in the air, dancing to music that used to play at my proms and formals, and I can’t help but reminisce on all the times I was so alone while all my friends had someone.

Nothing has changed.

Sophie and Logan are kissing. Rook and Alicia are dancing and talking, all smiles and whispers. Maybe some of the others are single, but I’m the only single girl here and it makes my stomach hurt. I stumble off the dance floor, feeling a little nauseous. Fuck, I’m way drunker than I thought.

I stumble down the hall to the bathroom and push the door open, tripping inside. I turn to lock the door, but before I can, it’s being pushed open. I don’t have time to think about anything as Colson pushes inside, concern etched into his features. He’s still wearing his concert outfit, the pants I picked out for him. 

“You okay?” he asks, locking the door behind him. I back up, colliding with the wall, and sink down, pulling my knees into my chest. Tomorrow, when I’m sober, I’ll be humiliated at the fact that my chin is wobbling and tears are filling my eyes. But right now, I’m too miserable to care. 

Colson’s eyes widen a little and he drops down in front of me, putting his hands on my knees. “Hey,” he says gently, trying to meet my eyes. “Alex. Look at me?” I finally lift my watery eyes to his. His eyes are so blue, and so full of sincerity and care. I’ve never seen him like this before, and if I weren’t so goddamn miserable, I’d be enjoying seeing a new side of Colson.

A little sob chokes out of me and I clap a hand over my mouth, closing my eyes as tears squeeze down my cheeks. “Shit,” Colson mutters, and then he’s next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders to pull me in. I let him pull my head to his shoulder as I cry, too drunk to stop myself. “Are you sick?” he asks.

I consider this for a second, but no, I’m not nauseous. I feel sick to my stomach, yes, but that’s a direct result of my own panic and self-pity. I’m not at risk for vomiting, so I shake my head no. Colson nods and rests his cheek on my head, hand rubbing up and down my arm slowly. 

Blessedly, I get my tears under control and I pull my head away, sniffling as I wipe my cheeks. We’re quiet for a moment, but I can feel Colson looking at me. “Sorry,” I say finally, voice small.

Colson shakes his head. “No, don’t be,” he says gently. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“It’s stupid,” I mutter, hanging my head.

“Try me,” Colson says.

I look at him then, and he seems taken aback by my sudden attention, blue eyes blinking startledly. “Why are you being so nice?” I ask bluntly.

Colson frowns, rubbing the back of his neck. He considers this for a moment, throat bobbing. “Am I…usually not nice?” he asks. I give him a look and he falters. “Okay. I know I can  be a dick sometimes. A lot of the time,” he corrects himself, shaking his head. “But you’re my friend, and you’re upset. I saw you run off the dance floor and I wanted to make sure you were okay. You don’t have to tell me.” His face has hardened slightly, and his jaw clenches as he looks away. Immediately, I feel guilty.

“I just get sick of feeling so unwanted,” I say, like word vomit, before I can stop myself. I really don’t want to be vulnerable with Colson, but I also don’t want him to leave. He lifts his eyes to mine. “It seems like all of my girlfriends have someone who’s head over heels for them and then there’s me. I just…I just don’t know what’s so wrong with me.” My lip quivers again and I look away.

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Colson says, shaking his head. 

“Yes there is!” I snap, and Colson looks surprised. I throw up my hands and make a frustrated sound. “There must me because no one fucking wants me! I hook up with-” I stop myself for a second, not really wanting to admit that Pete and I hooked up. “-with a friend who I thought could be more and then he pretends it never happened. Every guy I know goes for a different girl over me. There has to be something wrong with me.”

Colson is quiet for a long time. Such a long time that I think maybe he’s done talking. I wait for him to get up and leave. But, finally, when he speaks, his voice is quiet. “Are you talking about Pete?”

My head jerks over as I meet his eyes. He’s not really asking. He knows. “Did he tell you that?” I ask tightly, jaw clenching.

Colson hesitates, then nods. “Alex, I love Pete,” he says. “I really do. But he’s got some serious mental health issues. He’s not exactly reliable. I wouldn’t take it personally.”

“It’s hard not to,” I shoot back, furiously wiping at the tears that have fallen. “He shouldn’t have done anything with me if he was going to fuck off like that.”

“You’re right,” Colson agrees. “I told him that. I told him that the way he’s acting is shitty.”

I blink at him. “You did?” I ask. Colson nods. “Oh.” My voice is croaky and I clear my throat, wishing that I was less drunk. “It’s fine,” I lie, shaking my head. “It’s not like I had feelings yet, really. It just makes me think I did something wrong.”

“Trust me,” Colson says. “You didn’t.”

I huff softly and shake my head. Colson can say whatever he wants, but he’s never seen me naked, never kissed me or touched me or felt me touch him. I’m sure I’m bad at it, otherwise, Pete would’ve stayed. He wouldn’t have cut me off like this. 

“I just want to go back to the hotel,” I mumble, rubbing my face. “I have to share a room with the fucking couples.”

Colson is quiet for a second. “Come stay in my room instead,” he says, and when I look at him, he looks surprised that he offered. He swallows. “It’s just Slim and Baze. I don’t know if you know this, but Justin is seeing someone. They’re staying in a different room.”

I chew my lip. “I don’t want to impose,” I say. “I can sleep on the floor. I brought an air mattress.”

Colson shakes his head. “That would be stupid. You can sleep in the bed. With me,” he adds, studying my face. “Or I can sleep on the floor.”

“No, it’s your bed,” I insist. I take a deep breath and then nod. “Alright. I would really appreciate it. Thanks.”

Colson smiles gently and gets to his feet, offering me his hand. “Let’s get out of here,” he says. I take his hand and as he pulls me up, he wraps me in a hug. I’m surprised, but after a moment, I relax against his chest, letting my arms surround his thin waist. I close my eyes, wishing Colson could always be like this – sweet, generous, kind. I wonder when this will fade. Probably tomorrow morning when he wakes up sober beside me. But I can’t worry about that right now.

Colson rounds everyone up and we catch Ubers back to the hotel. Upstairs, I grab my bags from my original room and meet Colson outside, where he holds the door to his room open. He catches my eye and smiles as I step inside the room. 

Two queen size beds greet me, just like in my previous room, and I’m suddenly nervous about sharing a bed with Colson. Queens are pretty small for a guy of his height. I feel guilty about making him share with me. I set my bags on the floor in front of a bed and fidget.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” Colson says. “Baze and Slim should be back soon, but they know I offered for you to sleep here.”

“Okay,”  I say, staring at the bed as Colson disappears into the bathroom. 

I sit on the edge of the bed and sigh, pulling my phone from my purse. No messages. I tuck it away and then search in my bag for my pajamas, laying them out on the bed. I want to shower, too. 

Baze and Slim must’ve gotten caught up at the hotel bar or something because by the time the shower turns off, they’re still nowhere to be found. I look up when Colson exits the bathroom and am shocked to find that he’s wearing nothing but a towel, slung low around his hips. 

My mouth dries out. I’ll never get tired of seeing this man shirtless. 

I try not to watch as he bends over his bag, pulling out some clothes. His hair is wet and shaggy and he looks so cute and sexy at the same time. My heart squeezes and I grab my bathroom bag and pajamas. “I’m gonna go shower, too,” I say. “Are you done in the bathroom?”

“Go for it,” Colson says without looking at me. 

I lock myself in the bathroom, shower, and brush my teeth. I feel better as soon as I’m dressed in a giant t-shirt and soft shorts. There are few things a good shower can’t fix. 

I leave the bathroom to find Colson sitting up in bed, one arm behind his head as he leans on the headboard, remote in his free hand. He’s still shirtless. He glances at me. “Hey.”

“Hey,” I say, tucking my bathroom bag away again. I hesitate, then climb into bed beside him, sitting against the headboard, matching his posture. “Where are Slim and Baze?”

“No idea,” Colson says. “Probably out partying. They weren’t ready to come back.”

Guilt stabs at my gut. “Were you ready to come back?” I suddenly feel like I forced Colson to end his night of fun. 

“Definitely,” Colson sighs. “I’m exhausted. Those guys could go all night.”

I nod, relieved, and snuggle down into the blankets, suddenly exhausted myself. I stifle a yawn. “Thanks again for letting me stay here,” I say. 

“Of course.” Colson smiles at me. “You good?” he asks.

I nod. “Better. Thanks.”

Colson nods. He turns off the TV, then snuggles under the covers and turns off his lamp, pitching the room into darkness. We’re both quiet, the only sound being the air conditioner. 

“Hey, Alex?” Colson asks after a few moments.

“Hm?”

He’s quiet for a long moment. “Do you…do you think the band is actually good?”

I frown and shift under the covers. “Of course I do,” I say. “Why?”

“I just feel like I’ve been trying so hard,” he mutters. “I want more people to hear our music. I want someone to sign us. But either we get rejected or get no response. I just…I guess I was just wondering if you think it’s possible.”

I sigh softly. Without thinking, I reach for him, and my hand brushes his shoulder. Suddenly, his fingers are intertwining with mine, our hands resting on the bed between our heads. 

“I’m sorry it’s been so difficult, Colson,” I say. “I can imagine it’s really hard to find a place in the industry.”

“Nearly impossible unless you know someone,” he says.

“You can’t give up,” I say. “Your music is amazing and more people should hear it.”

“You really think so?”

“Of course,” I say. “Why does my opinion even matter?”

“Because,” Colson says, “I think you’re smart and you have good taste. And I knew you would be honest with me.”

I hesitate. “I’m not going to lie, I’ve listened to the album almost nonstop since I met you all,” I confess. “The lyrics, it’s all really…deep.” It almost feels like Colson is holding his breath. “Do you write all the lyrics?”

“Yes,” he says. “Slim helps sometimes, but it’s mostly me.”

“I can really relate to them,” I tell him. All the lyrics about feeling alienated, feeling like you don’t belong. I’ve found so much comfort in their music, knowing I’m not the only one who feels that way. 

“I’ve never really felt like I fit anywhere,” Colson admits. 

“Me neither,” I say quietly. “I don’t think a lot of people like me.” It’s weird, confessing all this in the dark of this hotel room.

Colson is quiet, but then, he lets go of my hand in favor of wrapping his arm around me. I let him pull me into his chest, trying to swallow down the lump in my throat at his affection. It sucks that I only get it in the darkness and privacy of a hotel room, but I’ll take what I can get with Colson. I close my eyes and subtly breathe in his scent, enjoying the feeling of his warm chest beneath my cheek. 

“Our group loves you,” he says quietly, lips close to my forehead. “The first time you came over, no one could stop talking about how funny and fun you were, and how we all needed to invite you over again.”

“That’s nice,” I say, flushing. 

“Fuck whoever has made you feel unwanted,” he says. “You’re wanted here. Okay?”

I nod, snuggling a little closer so our legs intertwine. “Thank you,” I say quietly. My eyes fly open when Colson’s warm lips press against my forehead. He leaves several kisses there, and then his hand is gently tipping my face up. His lips trek down my cheek, slow and gentle and sweet. I hold my breath, unsure if this is really even happening. 

“Alex,” he whispers, breath against my lips. I barely breathe, waiting for his lips to touch mine. I feel him lean closer, and then the hotel door beeps, signaling that it’s being unlocked. The magic is broken and Colson pulls away quickly, almost pushing me out of his arms. Stung, I roll onto my side and pretend to be asleep. 

And just like that, nothing has changed at all.

[japhan2024]

Kinktober day 25: Just like that II

Read part 1 here

"So, I had something happen to me today, on the boat." Damien just had to confront Anthony. He couldn't bare to live with secrets. His thoughts were intrusive enough without that stress on top.

"Oh, hi! Damien? What are you doing here?"

"Oh, hi An... A.. Anthony?" Damien blinked furiously, and his heart felt like it beat out of his chest.

The two colleagues that just happened to bump into each other at the Dover port, hugged and chatted a bit.

"I'm on a mini holiday to my favorite city, London," Damien said. There was a tension creeping up his legs all the way to his throat. He had just been deliciously buttfucked by a stranger who Damien SWORE had Anthony's hand tattoos.

"Oh that's such a coincidence man, I am too! London is such a great city, a lot of youtubers live here as well so I'm visiting them. One has a live show tomorrow night that I'm going to."

"Yeah, absolutely coincidental... So, why didn't you take a plane?"

"Um, well haha, I just also like France and decided to make the most of the European experience! Didn't you tell me you went with this ferry a lot as a child? I thought I would try this experience, and indeed, it's such a great feeling on the water, the night sky and the wind in your hair..."

Damien blushed furiously. So he had been on the deck as well. Had he seen Damien? Had he been the one after all? Anthony showed absolutely no signs of being embarrassed.

"Do you have a rental car as well?" Damien asked, staring down hard at the ground.

"Oh no, I'm actually going back to the bus. It was cheaper haha."

Anthony bobbed around on his feet, his hands in the pockets of his skinny black jeans. Damien's people pleasing instincts took over.

"Shall I give you a ride then? That must be more comfortable than the bus?"

"Really? That's so sweet of you dude! Let me go and get my stuff!"

Anthony walked away. Damien checked him out. He wore an annoyingly well-fitting ripped sweater and crazy Yeezys. With those pants, he looked like a lost LA hipster. He didn't belong here, in Europe. Damien checked his phone. His little community of fans and peers were memeing and vibing, as they should. He smiled one-sidedly. At least that part of his life was still the same.

"Damien! Here I am again. Let's get to your car!"

"Yeah, sure, we're almost there."

They got to the rental, Anthony threw his stuff in the back seat and sat down next to Damien.

"It's a British car so it seems less like we're driving on the wrong side of the road, even if we still are."

"Hmm."

Anthony stared at Damien.

"What's up?"

"Oh nothing. Where are you staying in London?"

"I rented an Airbnb in the city center. It has a great view of the Thames.

"Brooo. I was going to stay with my British youtuber friends, but wouldn't it be more fun to stay with you? We could make this a joint vacation!"

"Oh, yeah, sure! That will be fun!" Damien heard himself speak, he couldn't help it. And he also didn't want to help it. His eyes were on the road but Anthony's hands were in his peripheral, and his dick started to harden again.

"No, focus on traffic!" He told himself. Suddenly, the road was a Roman via, and he was riding a horse, Anthony next to him. Marc Anthony, no less. They were travelling to meet queen Cleopatra. This worked. He calmed down and drove all the way to the apartment.

"Wooow, this is so amazing, Damien!"

"Yeah, could be worse!"

"I call shotgun on the main bedroom!"

"Sure, boss man."

"Naww, we are just friend here, okay? No smoshy business."

"I don't believe that."

"Okay, fair, I'm kinda on a workation. I'm free tonight but tomorrow I'm working until I go to the live show. Do you wanna come?"

"Sure, should be great!"

"You're such a cutie."

Damien felt himself blush again, damn why was he such a softie for Anthony. He walked up to the fridge that had been stacked for him, took out a bottle of champaign and popped it in front of Anthony.

"Woo-hoo! Party time!" Anthony cheered. And he giggled. Not as wildly like he did at Ian at the office, but enough to make Damien proud he'd made him laugh.

Damien drank straight out of the bottle and handed it to Anthony. Anthony drank as well. Damien sat down on a chair in the small room. Anthony sat down in the other.

"So, I had something happen to me today, on the boat." Damien just had to confront Anthony. He couldn't bare to live with secrets. His thoughts were intrusive enough without that stress on top.

"What happened, dude?" Anthony took another wild swing of champaign, and it dribbled all down his chin. Damien was completely distracted. He stood up and turned around so as not to show his face blushing again.

"Someone just grabbed and fucked me on the deck."

"Oh my god, are you alright?"

"Yeah, it was nice actually, I don't know who it was, though."

"You... liked it?"

"Yeah..."

"Like... this?"

Anthony had gotten up from his chair as well and came closer. And closer.

"Fuck, it was you, wasn't it?"

"I saw you stand there, so serenely..."

Anthony put his hands right back in that perfect place.

"And you begged for it, what was I supposed to do?"

"Anthony..."

Damien couldn't handle it anymore. He pulled down his own pants and said: "and I'm begging you again! Let me have it, Anthony."

"Damien, I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow," Anthony said in a low voice. And he was inside. Thrusting, pumping, pushing Damien forward until he was squished against the wall.

Damien groaned and panted. "Please, yes!"

"Beg harder!"

"Please fuck me, Anthony! Please, I'm your little slut, I'm just here for you to fuck, I just want you to have your way with me. Do whatever you want, Anthony!"

Anthony pushed Damien's head against the wall and bit his neck, his back and fucked him as hard as he could. Damien's butt was like a cushion, catching every blow and bounci g it back. It made Anthony insane with lust. He screamed and pounded into Damien, it went on for a while and then finally, that hot semen squirted into Damien, who had been stroking his own dick and came as well, against the wall.

"Damien..." Anthony walked to the bed and collapsed. Damien got in beside him.

"Anthony..." Damien stroked those shiny curls and kissed him for the very first time. Anthony's lips were still salty from the sea air.

[ladyfingersandmetal]

Howdy!

I wanna be more consistent with how I draw Al so here is a mini ref sheet and I just wanted to elaborate on it and sprinkle in some of my own headcannons.

Appearance

Lean, tatted, and looks like he could probably outrun a horse. Also looks like a smug lil bastard

Speaking of tats, his has a sleeve of Roses. As cheesy as it is, it is actually very well done and took HOURS

There is a heavy influence of Marlon Brando in my design for him and I can picture him being great to imitate him PERFECTLY.

He has tanned skin, though still has lots of blush in his skin. He does have dark body hair but he SHAVES it all off. He just cant stand the feeling of hair on him. Plus it shows off his muscles more.

His hair is definitely Auburn! His hair texture is somewhat wavy, though the strands are fine. So when he goes without washing it for a few days it gets greasy.

He has very shapely eyebrows and is a very animated person.

His eyes are light brown. They really do look like they are red with how much they match his hair. Which is why he is often described as having "red eyes".

His wardrobe is just a mod podge of random stuff. Though it is mostly influenced by bikers and cowboys. He usually always wears cowboy boots and denim with some sort of tank top. But some more random stuff is that he does have things from like, skater stores. So he may be sporting white converses, a beanie, skater pants and some sort of band tee on certain days. But he does have a soft spot for fringe and leather as can be seen in most western wear.

General

His full name is Allen Freedom Jones, just "Al" to most.

He is the younger brother to Matt! But this age difference doesn't mean much to them. Especially because they ended up going to school at the same time and graduating the same year. Depending on which brother you ask its because "Matt had a hard time and was held back" Or "Al is the smartest-dumbass you have ever met, he skipped to my grade"

He mostly plays mechanic to himself in his time. Because of that he doesn't have a job, which he doesn't need anyway. Besides that he spends an awful alot of time volunteering! Sometimes its to help out inmates, help the elderly, animals, and so on.

His pockets are boring, mostly because he regularly leaves his house with nothing. It isn't that he forgets, he just finds he can do without his stuff.

Drives a Ford truck just like Matt! Though, they have different models. Al reallLLLy keeps up to date with all car news and is a great guy to ask about diff makes and models.

A social butterfly, though not in a nosey way. He has an amazing ability to relate and connect with people without it being personal. Someone could be friends with him for a year and be surprised to find out that he has a brother, where he is from, where he went to school and other personal details you usually find out when you first meet someone.

He lives to connecting with people in a way that is in the present. Often he does this by building on fun experiences that they share. This being said, he does not just approach people randomly. It is more like, he finds you at the DMV and yall are sitting in line and waiting together so he will chat. Not so much he preys on randoms.

He loves spicy foods, which extends to the sweets he eats. His favorite candies are red hots though he can and will get sick off of them. Also worth mentioning, he loves Fireball.

Sports are a must to him. Especially baseball! Though he can find fun in any sport.

Because he often leave his phone at home, he is bad at responding to texts, emails and so on. He also just does not like typing. So he often takes advantage of speech-to-text functions.

Politics are complicated for a lot of reasons. The best way to describe him is "the most un-patriotic patriot you will ever meet" he loves many of his country's freedoms but also, is the greatest critic. Very folk-punk esque

Offices bore him and depress him. Not much more to say other than that, he goes stir crazy.

[jbt7493]

btw- okay sorry, i say btw because i just made like three stream of consciousness posts i saved to drafts because theyre kinda incoherent and they seem sorta naive and disconnected from real experience instead of making me sound cool and experienced. but . anyway. this one im posting. but i loved that post about like drinking out of a gourd instead of plastic bottles. i was talking with my parents earlier today while we were driving about that and its like man. thats cool man! i like having a sort of cool object.

i still wanna get some kind of like incredibly nice and cool jacket. i have a pretty cool jacket but i want like a REALLY nice jacket. and a really cool pair of boots. idk i want a lot of cool objects! itd be cool to have a cool - well idk about a gourd, but like a cool bottle or vessel of some kind instead of just a boring aluminum cylinder. i want to have that harness too. okay yeah actually like, the harness is kinda the big one

like okay, gourd guy is like. a unique guy. an interesting guy with a distinctive and cool object. but jackets and boots- theyre dope. theyre great i like them. but i mean theyre not that unique. you obviously can and should customize your jacket. and not just like 'ooough i have 20 evenly spaced equally sized rectangular band patches' i mean like idk some cool shit some cool fuckin embroidery and interesting patches and stuff. paint, studs. that sorta thing. fuckin tassles. but like, a jacket is a common thing to have customized and uniquely your own. it can be unique but its a common unique item to have.

the fuckin weird harness rig thing i wanna have on the other hand. that is like. a WEIRD thing to have. guy who wears his cool jacket every day is common, guy who wears a cool *harness* is like, hm, theres something going on here. and i mean everyone knows the utility of a jacket. but i am serious about the harness thing. i think it would be very useful! i hate having shit in my pockets, i dont want things to move around, i dont want to rely on the pockets of whatever pants im wearing, it turns *any* pair of pants or shorts (usually the undergarment is not as interesting as the upper garment especially cause you can wear a jacket) into like. okay you have interesting aesthetics going on. uh it means stuff isnt gonna fall out, im not gonna have to change stuff between pockets of different lower garments which means im more likely to actually carry around my phone and wallet. hell they have unlimited capacity so i could even carry around more objects than those. im not carrying a purse not because of sexism but like. i want everything i have to be attached to me. i dont want a free object which i could set down and that i have to like hold and shit. i wanna have it just anchored on me. uh but yeah and then i could have a cool knife also . and i could carry a nice drinking vessel and it would be convenient to carry and the weight would be distributed nicely all around my hips and on my thighs (i hate wearing most pants that have beltloops because those pants are usually heavier and im autistic and have texture issues andn also besides theyre not that cool aesthetically and also a harness would distribute weight more snugly and nicely than just a belt.)

[sanguinifex]

Much like race, gender, assigned at birth, is something that is forced on you. You come out squalling, wanting nothing more than a breath of air and a sip of milk, and these marks of the beast are forever recorded. This is your place in society, predestined, and woe betide you if you push against the boundaries of the cage you are set in.

It is bad enough to act in a way that is outside your role; it is a threat to the social order to try to change to a different role altogether. If a man can become a woman, or a woman become a man, what us the reason for anyone to remain where they “should” be? What if race is also something that we make into a thing, and racial subjugation only enforced by tradition, rather than an insurmountable divide? Can a peasant become a king? Why have a hierarchy to begin with?

In my everyday life, there is an F on my paperwork, a W on the mandatory “race” field—the Texas department of public safety requires both these things, and why must they learn the county I was born in and both my parents’ original last names to assess whether I can drive a car? And the answer is that they don’t, it’s about surveillance and control—but this is largely because it would be very expensive and require a great deal of lawsuits to remove such signifiers from documents that I most commonly use to prove that I’m old enough to buy beer. And I wear women’s clothing, but that’s largely because of how the bust and hips are cut. (And also “men’s fashion” seems allergic to color and fun details.) I tried wearing men’s clothing for several years, and let me tell you, it is exhausting fighting your every shirt and pants. But again, why is it called “men’s” and “women’s” clothing, rather than hourglass and square, slim and stout, tall or short? Why, for the love of god, is it so hard to get an hourglass stout short sized pair of pants with pockets large enough to hold my phone, or a “men’s” dress shirt pattern cut to accommodate boobs?

Society and law forces me to have a gender, as much as it forces me to be white, as much as it forces me to work 40 hours a week (plus an unpaid commute) to be “deserving” of basic necessities. I can’t find liberation solely from what I have accomplished inside or despite those confines, or from solidarity with others in the same cages. No matter how much a cage is enlarged, no matter how many toys are put in the cage, I will not, cannot wear a cage and call it celebration or liberation. I cannot say “I am proud to be a woman,” because that is still something one is forced to be, which is something quite different from simply having a particular body.

I want there to be no more humans in cages. (“Can we keep some of the cages as a sex thing?” Yes, but the crucial difference is the existence of a safeword.) I want gender, race, and sexuality to be curiosities or medical details akin to one’s blood type. I want to be perceived as a human being, and I want every other human being to be perceived the same, before any other details. (And also death to billionaires, tyrants, and especially billionaire tyrants.) Only then can we be free.

[tkaulitzlvr]

could you do one where y/n's boyfriend cheats on her and tom is there to help? can be angst, fluff, or smut

BETTER THAN HIM - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: after your boyfriend cheats on you, you find yourself dialling tom’s number, having nobody else to turn to. despite the two of you not being on great terms after ending things almost a year ago, he cares for you without second thought, though not in the way you had first expected.

content: fluff & smut

a/n: this won the poll that i put up by a veryyy large margin, so here u go!! some people did ask for the shower fluff in my inbox, so don’t worry i will be posting that next for the people that voted for it!! hope u enjoy, so sorry for not posting in a while!💗

tears cascade down my soft cheeks, already a deep shade of red from the december breeze, though the harshness of its bite is nothing compared to the sadness which habituates deep within my stomach, the sinking feeling not easing even when i exit the house of my - now ex - boyfriend, the task seeming to take centuries as i sought to escape the second i laid eyes on the scene in front of me. his hands all over her, body hovering above her own, soft pants leaving his lips, her own attacking his neck feverishly - the entire scene replays in my mind, though despite the unmistakable truth of it all, i still fail to process any of it - from the incoherent shouting that i had thrown his way, to his rushed attempts to redress himself and provide some sort of explanation, muttering broken promises of ‘it’s not what it looks like’ and ‘i love you’s, to my shaken legs carrying myself to my car which is parked just outside of his house - leading me to the present.

and the clearly shaken state the situation has put me in is evident, only seeming to drive me out of control as my trembling hands move from the wheel where they had been resting, or more so clutching onto - so much that my knuckles had turned a faint shade of white. my slender fingers dig into my pocket, tears still staining my face with a painfully soul-crushing reminder of the situation, bloodshot eyes tinted with a glossy blanket, restricting my vision as i press the small button on the side, the screen lighting up in front of me. body moving far ahead of my mind, miles in front of any time that could buy myself a chance to think rationally, my fingers tap hurriedly against the screen, pressing the keypad without second thought, dialling the one number i swore i would never call again. my thumb touches the green button in the corner, hand bringing the phone up to my ear, the rhythmic beeping reminding me that it is far too late to go back now. after a few painful seconds, the beeping stops, replaced with a familiar voice on the other end, its tone bringing me both comfort and pain as thousands of memories soon flood through my mind.

“hello?”

his voice is soft, just as i had remembered it, laced with expected confusion, the way we had ended things certainly not warranting a random call almost a year after we had parted ways, especially when we had gone months without any contact.

“tom? i- are you busy? do you think i could come over? i’m so sorry…i just-” my speech is incoherent, interrupted every few seconds as i choke on my tears, sudden heavy breaths making it even more difficult to understand what i am saying.

“woah woah woah, slow down. you want to come over?” somehow he understands my request through my loud sobs, evident bewilderment in his tone as he stops, silence taking over the line as i swallow harshly before speaking.

“i’m sorry for calling you like this. i just- i didn’t know who else to speak to. jesus christ, im a mess.” i mumble, head falling backward to rest against the seat, eyes squeezing shut as i begin to regret dialling his number in the first place. though he isn’t as cold as i had imagined, his voice laced with concern more than anything, seemingly worried about me despite his total lack of obligation to have even picked up the phone.

he pauses, the line going temporarily quiet, the awkward silence soon destroyed as he lets out a heavy sigh before clearing his throat. “i’m at bill’s place. i’ll drive home now, i won’t be long.” his speech is followed by the sound of a car door slamming shut, the faint hum of an engine sounding throughout the phone.

my eyes widen at his quick acceptance, expecting to be shut down as soon as i had called. he owes me nothing, having every right to decline my call and block my number, yet he seems to care, willing to put whatever he has going on aside, the realisation of this temporarily curing the sadness taking over my mind.

“thank you, tom. i really appreciate it.” my speech is still slurred from the tears which fail to slow, eyes still bloodshot and body shaken, making it harder to show my genuine appreciation, though his next words soon take away that worry, my heart tugging at its strings.

“i’ll see you soon. drive safe, okay?”

the line cuts off as i bring my phone away from my ear, letting it rest in my lap. my fingers rush to wipe the tears away from my cheeks, the task totally pointless as they continue to fall, my anger somehow unable to wither despite tom’s quick attempt to be there for me. i turn the keys into the ignition, the engine soon starting as i pull out onto the road, taking one final glance at the house beside me, wanting nothing more to erase its existence from my memory. the drive to tom’s place is quick, my mind able to direct me to the familiar house without any real thought, the directions seemingly imprinted in my mind as it soon comes into view.

his car is already parked in his driveway, signalling that he was serious when he had said he was leaving bill’s place right away. i hesitantly pull up outside, leaving the car and locking it behind me, walking toward his front door as i had countless times. only now it feels different, because i can’t expect to be greeted with open arms, to be showered with kisses - all that can be guaranteed is tom’s presence, the nature of it yet to be discovered, though something tells me that he won’t be as warm as i am hoping. my hand reaches upward, knocking against the front door a few times, before stepping backward and waiting silently, quiet sniffles leaving my lips as i have failed to calm my sobs.

the door opens slowly after a few seconds, tom’s mouth falling open once he processes my state, the momentary harsh gaze quickly being replaced with one of concern as his entire expression softens. silence indulges the both of us, unsure of who should speak first, and what to even say. how do you welcome your ex-girlfriend into your home after she calls you without any explanation after almost a year? and on my end, how the fuck do i even begin to explain why i am here?

his presence alone is enough to bring more emotion than i had already experienced, my eyes watering once again, breathing speeding up as the tears fall at a much faster pace, gaze falling to the ground as i try to prevent tom from seeing me like this. though my attempt is unsuccessful, tom quick to react. and despite the abnormality of the situation, nothing can prepare me for his next move, me being here seeming totally normal in comparison for his bold action. his arms wrap securely around my frame, one hand moving upward tentatively to run through my hair.

my body tenses up, unsure of how to react to his sudden affection, though it doesn’t take long for me to melt into his embrace, arms wrapping around his back, head falling further into his chest as his chin rests on top of it.

“shhh, it’s okay. i’m here, i’ve got you.” he whispers, thumb running up and down my lower back comfortingly, doing so until my sniffles begin to soften, small hiccups soon diminishing into calm breaths. it is when he registers my calm state that he pulls back, eyes soft and filled with concern as he gestures toward the inside of his house, quickly making me aware that we are still standing on his porch.

“c’mon, let’s go inside. you must be freezing.”

i nod weakly in response, following him inside the house as he closes the door behind me. everything is as it was before i had left. the place is slightly messy, random guitars dotted around the living room, cushions messily placed on the couches, his shoes scattered around the doorway. a small smile creeps upon my lips at the familiarity, finding comfort in witnessing his small habits, realising that little had changed.

“you want a drink, some water or anything?”

his voice snaps me out of my train of thought, my eyes meeting his gaze as he looks at me from the other side of the living room, just about to enter the kitchen that joins onto it.

“i’m good, thanks.” i decline, standing awkwardly in the doorway, unsure of what to say, hating that things are so tense between us. he nods briefly, hand reaching out to gesture toward the couch as he walks over to it, sinking into the cushions. “come on, sit.”

i hesitantly walk over, taking a seat beside him, hands reaching upward to wipe the tears that still roll down my cheeks, the room silent beside from my small sobs.

“lets talk.” he begins, turning to face me and shuffling slightly closer, reducing the large gap between us. “what’s wrong?”

“i walked in on my boyfriend fucking someone else.” i mutter bluntly, the verbal confirmation on what i had saw only making the realisation harder to swallow, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. i purse my lips, finally making eye contact with tom. his look of concern is quickly replaced by one unmistakable for anything else but pure anger - jaw clenched, eyes dark and heavy as they stare at the ground, his hands locked together firmly.

“you had a boyfriend?” his voice is low, almost frightening as jealousy edges his question, clearly bothered by the fact that i had been with someone else.

“yeah, why?” i respond, eyebrows furrowing at his question, intending for my own response to come out less harshly, though given the circumstances, he doesn’t seem mad at my own cold tone.

“nothing i just- didn’t think you would’ve moved on already.” his confession surprises me, a sinking feeling forming in my stomach as i begin to feel somewhat guilty, not expecting him to care that i had found someone else, the breakup seemingly still a fresh wound for him.

i stay quiet, unsure of how to respond, the silence soon replaced by tom’s voice as he speaks again, sensing the discomfort that his statement had brought. “i’m sorry he did that to you. he didn’t deserve you anyways.”

i tear my eyes away from his own, feeling my lip quivering, cheeks turning a light shade of red as i shake my head, any mention of him still a sensitive subject. my body shakes silently as i sob, eyes fixed on the ground as i wish that it would swallow me up, my leg bobbing up and down anxiously. through my cries, my ears pick up on the sound of tom getting up, my body soon being lifted up and placed into his lap, his arms taking my legs and wrapping them firmly around his waist. my tears soak into his baggy t-shirt - not that he seems to mind, his focus is on comforting me in any way possible. his hands soothingly rub up and down my back, lips placing quick kisses into my hair as he mumbles words of consolation.

after a few minutes, his pointer finger moves under my chin, lifting it upward, leaving our faces now inches apart. his gaze is soft, gentle and almost comforting in itself, the familiarity of his dark brown eyes staring into mine acting as some form of consolation, though the majority comes from his steady embrace, the strength of it failing to diminish as he keeps me in his arms, only his face seems to be moving closer and closer to my own.

he pauses only when his lips are ghosting over my own, the coldness of his small metal piercing brushing over the skin briefly. i can sense the visible hesitation, his mouth parted slightly, shallow breaths escaping it as he remains so close that i can feel him, every emotion, every thought that runs through his mind, i can gauge it myself.

though his uncertainty is only short lived, soon replaced with actions nothing short of purposeful, with every ounce of intent behind them, his lips connecting with mine in a soft kiss. he is gentle, taking my bottom lip in his mouth carefully, the kiss trailing dangerously on the line between passionate and heated, never crossing that line as he pulls back, resting his forehead against my own.

“can i tell you something?” he mutters against my lips, voice just above a whisper. and when i don’t respond, he pecks my lips once more before continuing.

“you don’t know how much it hurts me that some other guy got to have you to himself. but it breaks my fucking heart to know that he did this to you.” he pauses, eyes falling shut for a few seconds as he shakes his head, hands finding their way to my face, resting softly on either side. “i hate that he hurt you. drives me fucking crazy.”

tears line my eyes at his confession, whether it be from the vulnerability that my emotions bring, or the power that his words hold. his thumbs reach to wipe the tears as they fall, lips moving to kiss a few away, the soft touch of his kiss soothing me in the most beautiful way possible. though nothing comforts me more than his next words, eyes widening as soon as he utters them.

“i still love you.”

he seems surprised at his own confession, mouth parting slightly as he attempts to figure out my reaction, silently praying that i will confess the same thing. though when i stay silent, he soon rushes to fix his words, eager to apologise for them, mistaking my silence for unreciprocated love.

“fuck i’m sorry- i shouldn’t have-”

his rushed apology is quickly cut off by my lips pressing against his own, silencing the unnecessary speech before he can continue. the kiss is quickly reciprocated as he attempts to deepen it, pressing his lips onto mine much harsher than before, silently signalling towards something more than just an innocent kiss.

“i love you too.” i mutter against him, this enough for him to pull away, a small smile tugging on his lips.

his eyes, deep and enticing, flicker continuously between mine and my lips, desire soon taking over as i watch them turn from loving to lustful, not having time to comprehend this change as he forces his lips onto mine one again. the kiss is filled with desperation, fast and eager, different from the one we shared earlier. he craves more - and so do i. this silent agreement is all he needs to deepen the kiss, placing one hand on the back of my head, using it to pull me even closer to him.

his hands latch onto my waist, pulling himself into me, our actions a mirror to our hunger for each other as our mouths become intertwined, our bodies linked and our hearts aching for more. longing to feel him even closer than i already am, i latch onto the soft material of his t-shirt, pulling it past his chest and over his head, momentarily breaking the kiss to throw it carelessly onto the floor beneath us, my self-control disappearing with it as my eyes momentarily glance down his chest, hands following my gaze as they travel down the soft skin.

he hovers over me, one hand in my hair as he kisses me deeply, the other propping himself up, careful not to hurt me. the way he touches me, the way each moment of contact electrifies each nerve, intensifying the feeling and making me feel more alive than ever only heightens my desperation, hands pulling him downward so we are pressed together, nothing but the thick air between us. our clothing acts as a barrier, only slowing the process as i become more and more needy, tom reciprocating my neediness as he pulls my hoodie over my head, briefly breaking the kiss before reconnecting my lips with his, raking my shorts and panties down in one swift motion, his own underwear soon following.

without warning, he flips us over, his back resting against the couch as he sits down, placing me on top of him and beginning to kiss my collarbone, my legs instinctively wrapping around his torso as i begin to slowly rock against him.

“you’re so beautiful baby." he mutters against my skin, kissing hungrily wherever his lips can access, the feeling temporarily taking away the ability to process his words, breathy moans leaving my lips as i savour the feeling of his mouth working against me.

he pulls away momentarily, grabbing my hips and lifting them over him, gazing into my eyes, soon picking up on the worry that takes over my expression.

"don't worry, just ride." he whispers, his forehead against mine. the feeling of his skin touching mine, eyes gazing into my own is enough reassurance, my head nodding in response, tom slowly lowering me downwards as i am filled up almost instantly, the feeling causing my breath to hitch, a choked moan escaping from his parted lips. pain surges through me, my body not used to his size, having not been intimate with him for so long. he senses this quickly, stopping and caressing my cheek whilst he is halfway inside me.

"are you okay?" he asks against my lips, one hand placed securely on my lower back as he slowly moves it up and down in an attempt to comfort me. "we can stop if you want to, just say the word schatz."

the thought of ruining this moment seems completely foreign to me, my head instantly shaking in response. i place a quick kiss on his lips in an attempt to reassure him, hands moving flat against his chest to steady myself.

“i'm fine, just hold on." i manage to muster out, the pain slowly subsiding with each second he remains inside me, his small moans acting as motivation to fully sink down onto him inch by inch, my head tilting backwards in pleasure whilst his nuzzles into my chest.

"oh god..." he groans, maintaining a secure hold on my hips as he begins to move me up and down, my body rocking back and forth whilst begin a slow rhythm. seeing his lips parted, forehead glistening with sweat, eyes closed and breathing uneven is almost enough to send me to my climax itself, the look of pure ecstasy on his face pushing me to keep going, moans eliciting from the back of my throat with each movement.

he attaches his lips to mine quickly, stopping any sound from escaping my mouth as it is soon merged with his, my movements now irregular, body becoming tired. it takes only a few seconds for him to begin thrusting upwards into me, hitting the spot where i long for him most, causing me to collapse forwards onto his chest. my hands wrap around his neck, touching any part of him that I can get access to, my mind struggling to grasp that this is reality - the pleasure so overwhelming that everything is a blur.

yet the hold he has on me, the way he moves in and out of me so perfectly confirms the truth of the situation, the strength of his hands clutching onto my hips definitely leaving marks. however i am too hazy to care, my vision clouding, hands raking down his back as i waste no energy in attempting to mask my screams.

"i'm close." he mutters against me, quickly flipping me over so that i am withering helplessly beneath him, a puppet attached to his strings, more than happy to be endlessly devoted to him, because a life without him is not one that i am able to live, whether it is intimate moments like this, or simple ones in which i am blessed with his presence, i crave him. like a drug, i am addicted, failing to function without him.

he begins to thrust harder and faster, his lips attacking my neck with such intensity that purple-ish marks begin to form in place of the sun-kissed skin. and all it takes is a few deep thrusts to bring him to his release, his dick twitching before releasing inside of me, this soon triggering my own as i pull his face to rest against mine, our foreheads touching whilst his eyes gaze into mine, my mouth falling open as he rides out our highs, collapsing above me and resting his head in the crook of my neck, planting frequent short kisses onto the skin.

his hands stroke my hair, my body instinctively leaning into his touch, the sound of his heavy breathing against my skin only fuelling my lethargic state as my eyes flutter closed.

“i love you so much schatz.” he whispers into the comforting silence, a lazy smile spreading across my face in response. “i promise i’ll never let you get hurt again.”

"i love you too." i reply, looking up to find his eyes already on me, my face leaning in towards his as i plant a soft yet passionate kiss on his swollen lips, reaffirming my love for him despite the verbal confirmations just seconds before. and i soon realise that this is real love, not what i thought i had with him, what i had witnessed earlier on seeming more and more insignificant with each second that i spend within tom’s embrace.

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reading more of my fuckingh storie

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Silan's father, on the other hand, was an average man with a stocky build and green hair and an enormous beard that reached down to his stomach as well as two large wings that extended from his back. Not really, I'm just fucking with you. But could you imagine if that's what he really looked like?

looks into the camera damn already off to a great start HUH

(i did this bc i couldnt figure out what tf i wanted him to look like & it was holding me up too long so this was the equivalent of scribbling all over the canvas to get it out. normally u would do this & then delete the scribbly part but i, a pioneer, have left it in,)

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He was an architect who worked with city planners to realize plans for cities.

DAMN!!!!!! BARS!!!!!!

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Countless hours were spent in his study working on designs and the like- most of his work was remote because he couldn't fly out to every location he contributed to. If it was close enough, though, he might drive out to meet in person, or if the project was big or important enough, he might take a few days away for a business trip. It could be quite spontaneous.

me pretending i know even remotely how a job like this works haha hee hee architects dni

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His dad laughed from the table- not at anything they'd said; he'd just gone back to looking at memes on his tablet. Silan was kind of hoping he'd forget about the one he'd wanted to show him.

u look at ur father's memes RIGHT NOW u little shit

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A lot of the trees on this road were pines and other evergreens, but here and there were clusters of red and yellow and orange peeking through and leaking onto the pavement below. These became more frequent the closer they came to the heart of the city. As if to follow suit, the upcoming intersection's light transitioned from green, to yellow, to red; the car slowed to a stop at the edge of the crosswalk.

not the deep traffic light symbolism

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A few pedestrians crossed as well; a woman in jogging pants walked her dog, a black Labrador that pulled on its leash. A couple of kids walked with their mom in the opposite direction, and stopped excitedly when they saw it. The dog also stopped, sniffing at their hands, but was pulled along by its owner, as were the kids by their mom.

the tyranny of adults knows no bounds 😔

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Communication is a two-way street, and honesty is the first step." He chuckled lightly. "If none of the street signs said what they were supposed to, no one would get anywhere, right?"

wise. profound. poignant. silan u better be taking notes

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His father turned to face him, arm resting on the steering wheel. "See ya later, kiddo. Have a good day."

"Didn't you just say I was a man?" Silan's hand guided his unclipped seatbelt back to its resting position against the wall of the car. "When are you gonna stop calling me kiddo?"

His dad let out a laugh and reached over to ruffle Silan's hair. "The day you stop being my kid."

"Dad…" he huffed, pulling open the car's mirror to fix and comb through it with his fingers.

🥺 CUTE...... i love silans dad 😭

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"Oh- wait, before you go-" His dad was reaching around in his pocket, pulling out his phone. Silan relaxed back into his seat and let the door swing most of the way shut again, holding it back with the toe of his shoe.

After a second of fiddling and tapping, his dad grinned at whatever was displayed and turned his phone around to show Silan. It was a picture of a dog (a bloodhound) looking ashamedly up at the camera as behind it lay a mess of torn up bagels and what once must have been the plastic bag holding them, scattered all across the floor. In bold, all caps letters, words across the top and bottom of the image read, "IT WAS TERRIBLE… I SAW THE WHOLE THING HAPPEN."

[...]

He sighed.

The meme was just as lame as he'd known it would be.

I would appreciate silan's dad's memes JS

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Chaulden High operated on block scheduling; rather than the traditional day of six class periods [...] each day was labeled either Odd or Even [...] and the schedule would correspond with those labels. On Odd days, students attended class periods 1, 3 and 5, whereas Even days featured periods 2, 4 and 6.

SO glad to know the ins & outs of silan's schedule, v crucial information right here

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Chris was a part of the group, too.

He was there now, laughing with them, giving Jimmy a high five. Wearing his green varsity jacket that he looked so unfairly good in. Grinning like someone was taking pictures for the cover of a magazine.

Silan was.

Taking pictures- with his mind. Limited print issue of Who's Silan Crushing On This Week? Headline, "It's Chris Again," with the five millionth burned-into-the-back-of-his-eyelids candid Chris he caught in the middle of class.

silan is the magazine's sole subscriber

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He'd gone over his pictures when he finally got back to the journalism room, pulling them up in a slideshow. The sparrows in the bushes, the team through the fence, some of the individual members batting… What he hadn't expected were the group of photos after the ones he'd taken of Devon's slide.

Apparently when he'd fallen, he'd triggered the shutter, setting off the rapidfire multi-capture to document his fall- several blurred images of the dirt, the chain-link fence, one with a giant dark blob that might have been Chris' foot- it was a mess. Rhoden had laughed.

"Oh my god- I mean, sorry about your shoulder- but oh my god!"

Cameron had drifted over (laughter attracted them) and asked if they could have them- for "strictly professional purposes."

If it had been anyone else Silan would've said no. But he kind of wanted to see what they'd do with them.

lksjdkfndkgdk (cameron is the school's social media manager and illegally posts memes whenever they can get away w it)

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Had Silan occupied any part of Chris' mind since yesterday's incident? Or had he already forgotten it completely, putting it out of his mind as a resolved situation? Was he still replaying the moment of impact in his memory over and over again? Did he even know who he'd knocked over?

silan wants to live rent free in chris' mind sooooooo bad

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Actually, he definitely didn't care. And Silan didn't know why he should, either. Because again, Chris was part of the same friend group who played a game called "No Homo" and that's all the reason Silan should have needed to move on and put this whole "crush" business behind him.

But he couldn't- he was past the point of no return. Life was waving an enormous red flag in front of his face and he was imagining the two of them wrapping themselves up in it together and letting the night whisk them away.

romantic date ideas

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Chris, coming up beside him and stroking his hair. Brushing it out of his eyes. His knuckles sweeping feather-light down his cheek, coming around to rest beneath Silan's chin with the pad of his thumb sitting just below his lips, the nail of his thumb poking into the bottom just slightly…

How many points would a kiss win them?

[...]

This was stupid. This was getting him nowhere. He was in history class, he was taking notes. Chris was sitting on the other side of the room, also taking notes.

what if we were in history class and i was taking notes and you were also taking notes and we kissed and won sooo many points

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Chris sometimes did this. He drove an old-looking Toyota five-seater* that wasn't exactly…. sexy. Or it shouldn't have been, but Silan basically went rabid for everything Chris did, so him fantasizing about Chris driving him up to Makeout Point with a beautiful view of the city and the stars above in his shitty dented hand-me-down from grandpa car was basically par for the course. Chris could take him out on an electric scooter and Silan would swoon.

at least he's self aware

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Cameron was a junior, a year below them. [...] They hadn't been using their current pronouns back then; it wasn't until last year, their second year at Chaulden High, that they'd reintroduced themself to the club.

"Hi. A lot of you know me as Cameron, and that's still me. I'm not going anywhere, but my, uh. My pronouns are!"

They'd nodded to Mrs. Springet at her desk with the computer, and to the president off to the side, who flipped off the lights. The projector went on, and after taking a minute to load a title page reading "Pronouns: What Are They?" with a picture of an elderly man shrugging and looking very confused with various pronouns floating around his head appeared.

They'd then proceeded to give a three minute long slideshow presentation introducing the concept of non-binary gender and how it applied to them, ending in a final slide that featured a picture of a gender reveal cake that had "Boy or Girl?" written on it in icing that was crudely crossed out in shaky red lines and overlaid with text reading, "POR QUE NO LOS NEITHER" which had served as the backdrop to their official announcement of their new pronouns (they'd finished off with a party blower they'd pulled from their back pocket).

ICON!!!!!! release the full presentation NOW

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He couldn't help it- his mind kept drifting back to the GSA every time his focus slipped even a little, and the clock was very unhelpfully displayed right at the front of the room. It was impossible not to look. And every number the minute hand slipped past was another contributing to the sum total of his Fear Level (currently very high).

silan's stats page has a gauge labelled "Fear Level (very high)"

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Silan's last five minutes were spent praying that a wormhole would open up beneath him and pull him deep into its depths, spitting him out five trillion lightyears away to a place where his biggest worries would be "uh oh there's no air" and "oh god I'm going to die out here." At least it would take the choice out of his hands.

we've all been there u_u

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Maybe Cameron had written down the wrong room number by mistake- it was an easy one to make. [...]

Maybe the meeting day was actually Mondays, not Wednesdays, and Cameron had gotten that wrong, too. Maybe they'd gotten everything wrong. Like inviting Silan in the first place- that was definitely an accident, right? He should just leave now, save Cameron the embarrassment of having Silan show up when they'd never meant to invite him at all-

cameron reading this: o shit maybe i did get it wrong-

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As much as he dreaded the prospect of a group assignment, Silan couldn't help fantasizing about being grouped with Chris, about them hitting it off and trading contact info, meeting up outside of school, driving around in Chris' shitty car…

The Dream

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When the paper made it to Silan (the last in their group to sign), he stared dumbfoundedly at Chris' signature printed crookedly on one of the lines, like it could just melt away at any moment. Then he thought about stowing the paper away in his binder and copying everyone's names down on a different sheet to turn in, but that was definitely going too far.

Also, there was no way he could get away with it without anyone noticing.

he's out of CONTROL he needs to be STOPPED he's a menace!!!!! chris' shitty handwriting aint that special my dude!!!!!

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Besides those three, the only two left in the group were Silan, and… Chris.

Christopher Minez; local hottie, #1 player on Chaulden High's baseball team in Silan's heart and the minds of anyone with common sense, natural dork AND official hero who would jump into harm's way without a second thought to save any old schmuck without a clue (True Story, Emotional and Heartwarming).

While meanwhile…

Silan Scott; shy and insecure, stares at One Person way too often (mostly by accident but sometimes very Not), generally trying his best but entirely Too Gay For This, waving a white flag desperately to no avail.

wrestling match introductions

also im losing my fucking MIND

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"At least we got each other," Chris said, making Silan very nearly jump out of his fucking skin- but he was talking to Claire, who was fistbumping him victoriously.

LMFAO not the chris intimacy jumpscare

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They both turned around to make smug faces at Jimmy across the room, who was now alone in his own group and also flipping them off in response.

Silan's white flag needed a white flag.

silan seeing chris acting like a dumbass: *clutching his chest* oh god. oh fuck *sinking to the floor* augh oof my bones oouuuuugh

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On his other side, Amanda had just returned from handing in the paper with Chris' signature on it

U MEAN THE FUCKING SIGN IN SHEET

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Coach Wendell stood from his desk with all seven papers in hand, waving them around.

"Everyone come collect your group's paper," he said, [...]

Silan realized too late that this was his big chance, as Amanda had already gotten up again- she was too damn responsible. Let someone else take care of it, for christsake.

HES MAD LMAO REST IN PIECES SNOOZER

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"Anyone need a picture of this?" Amanda asked, holding their group's paper up; despite them having been the seventh one formed, a big "GROUP #5" had been scrawled in red ink across the top margin.

"Might as well," Claire said, accepting it. "My memory's shit."

"Same," Chris said, fishing out his phone as well.

"You just don't care enough to remember," Claire called him out.

"Fuckin' duh," Chris retorted. "Why the hell would I? God forbid I forget my group in History class."

"I need to save all my precious memory space for baseball facts," Claire mocked in a low-pitched impression of Chris' voice. She passed the paper over to him.

"Exactly!" Chris said, lining up his phone for the shot. "There are more important things in life- Coach would understand."

dumb!! stupid!!! silan do better

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Chris passed the paper over to Silan, who made a snap decision- he turned to Amanda.

"Um, actually, do you mind if I hang onto this? My phone's, uh, out of memory."

OUTTA CONTROL!!!!!!! (there are worse lies he coulda told ig)

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He held his breath, half expecting her to call his bluff and demand he pull it out to show her- but all she did was shrug and say, "Sure- 's all yours."

The inside of Silan's head was full of confetti cannons and lottery fanfare as he very nonchalantly slipped the paper into his binder's front pocket- and tried to ignore the creeping feeling that at this rate he'd end up making a full blown Chris Shrine in his bedroom. It was already a little…

No- the baseball had sentimental value. That much he could confidently argue. As for this paper…

Commemoration of the time he and Chris were on a group project together in History class…?

It was a stretch, fine. But Silan could get into yoga. He could do an entire gymnastics routine to justify this. He was doing one in his head right now. "5, 7, 3.5," the judges' scoreboards read- he'd take it.

im WHEEZING this entire passage just decked me like 8 times in a row what are u SAYING FKJSKGNKSDFK SOMEBODY STOP THIS LITTLE FREAK

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Everyone was getting up to rearrange the desks back into the usual rows they were in; Silan stood up to follow suit.

"Oh yeah, how's your shoulder, by the way?" came suddenly from his right and his heart leapt out of his chest and ran for the hills because holy fuck Chris was talking to him for real this time and he was in no way prepared.

"Oh! Um," Silan turned towards him partway but wasn't ready to fully commit with eye contact at this moment. "Good! It's fine." He tried to smile but probably just looked unhinged.

no no un-cross out that last sentence right now the world deserves to know The Truth (crossed out shit in this doc is a legit edit, not part of the actual text)

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"What happened to your shoulder?" Claire asked and oh god they were both talking to him now.

Before Silan could answer Chris said, "Collision at practice; he was too busy taking Mooner pics to notice the ball heading right towards him- so I had to jump in and catch it." He mimed a reenactment, hopping forward on one foot and throwing out his arm to grab hold of an imaginary ball.

"How heroic of you," Claire jeered.*

"I know, right?" Chris said proudly. "Woulda been toast without me." Silan was furiously trying and furiously failing not to blush. Chris' idiocy was, unfortunately, something that he found very endearing.

YEAH UNFORTUNATELY

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The smallest 'thank you' was just budding on the edge of his lips when the bell rang, cutting him off before he could even try. Everyone immediately went for the door. Claire and Chris merged in with the other guys and disappeared with the crowd. Silan sighed.

"Thanks," he murmured to himself as he followed behind. He'd forgotten to say it the day of.

STOP THIS IS SO SAD alexa,

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ok i FEEL like this is about 2/3 of the way through, probably, so i'll end this here & the next post should be the last one??? i truly don't remember where i ended off last year writing this so it'll be a fun adventure for both of us. i can remember at least 2 and a half upcoming scenes so if theres any more then that'll be a fun surprise :)

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Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Matt cleans you up after getting mugged

a/n: just a little fyi i’m probably not gonna be getting to any writing for the next few days bc i’m getting a cold and feel like shit, but my inbox and feel free to sent in stuff that i can work on once i’m better <3

Over time you got used to Matt's rather ‘odd’ schedule, finding your own hobbies to fill the time while he went off to stop crime. Usually these hobbies include being in the apartment, reading or watching movies or even baking but tonight your coworkers had invited you out for a drink.

Ever since Matt had started fighting crime you'd become sort of an introvert, not that you didn't like socializing anymore it was just that hearing about all the crime Matt fought made you a little anxious to go out, especially at night.

But you figured it would be fine for tonight, one of your coworkers friends was going to be sober and driving you too and from the bar and the bar itself wasn’t even open that late due to the peak in crime recently. You would be fine, there were people there to watch out for you and you wouldn’t be walking.

Except the designated driver had disappeared at some point during the night and most of the people you’d come with had left with someone they’d met. Right now you were walking across to the bar where you spotted one of your friends.

“Hey, how are you getting home since our ride ditched us?”

“My boyfriend’s coming to get me.” Your friend giggled, taking another sip of her drink.

“Can he give me a ride ? I don't live far.”

“Sorry bae he's already pissed he's having to come get me, oh ! what about your boyfriend, can't he come get you ?”

You stared at her blankly. “You mean my blind boyfriend.” You knew Matt was more than capable of coming to get you and was honestly probably the safest person you could be around but she didn’t know that.

“Oh,” she frowned. “Right, you don't live that far right and the devil of hell's kitchen is always prowling, maybe if you get lucky he'll save you.”

Before you could respond Her phone rang and she was racing to the door, throwing a quick bye as she left you alone. Letting out a sigh you pulled your phone out of your pocket scrolling through your contacts as you went outside, grimacing as the cold hit you.

If it were your first option you wouldn’t call Matt, especially in the middle of his vigilanting but you weren’t that close with Foggy or Karen to be able to have the balls to call them and ask them to drop what they were doing to come pick you up.

But as it turns out luck was not on your side and your balls had to drop when Matt didn’t pick up his phone. You called Foggy first and when he picked up on the third ring you were more than greatful

“Hey ! what can I do for you on this lovely evening?”

“So,” you huffed out a laugh. “Funny story, my coworkers ditched me and I was wondering if you’d be able to walk me home ?”

“Oh shit yeah hold on let me-”

You didn’t get to hear the rest of Foggy's sentence when your phone rang and you pulled it away from your face to see who it was. “Shit Foggy hold on Matt’s calling me back don’t worry about it im sure hes already on his way.” you laughed.

“Okay yeah call me if you need anything though.”

“Thanks bye.” As you went to answer Matt's call it hung up, mumbling curses under your breath you went to call him back and this time he answered.

“What's wrong?” Matt was panting on the other side of the phone, his voice on edge.

“Nothing nothing I'm okay, it's just, my coworkers ditched me at the bar and I didn't really want to walk home alone.”

Matt let out a breath of relief, his voice a lot less tense when he spoke again. “Okay I’ll be right there just stay where you are.”

You let out a sigh, your breath fogging around you. Sticking your phone back into your pocket you desperately regretting leaving your coat in your coworkers friends car, you severely underestimated the amount of alcohol you were going to drink tonight because before you would have drank enough to keep you warm in colder weather than this.

At first you resorted to small movements to keep yourself warm, jumping up and down, side stepping and shaking your arms. But after a while when Matt didn’t show up you had to move onto pacing up and down the sidewalk.

It was honestly your fault, it could be blamed on the alcohol you drank but it really was just a simple lack of critical thinking on your part. Nut sober you never would have placed in front of an alleyway at night on an almost empty street.

The thought that it wasn't the smartest idea didn’t hit you until you were grabbed and pulled back into the alleyway, cold metal pressed against your throat. You panicked, muscles tensing as you looked out towards the streets for anyone around to help you.

“Give me all your shit.” The man behind you spoke slowly, his breath hitting your ear.

“O-okay in my bah-back right pocket.”

He pulled back just an inch or two, enough to pull your phone out of your pocket and study it. For a moment he backed off, leaving you to let out the breath you’d been holding, hoping he’d run off. But instead you felt his hand tangle in your hair before your cheek was smashed into the brick wall beside you.

You cried out in surprise, struggling against the weight pressed into your back to keep you in place. You could feel the cut on your cheek, the blood running down your face as it mixed with the moisture that coated the brick.

“Do you think im fucking stupid or something? Im not messing around give me your fucking wallet.” He spat, smooshing your face into the brick for a moment before letting up.

“Ah- I dont- its not on me, its at home i swear- i left it at home.” As the realization of the situation set in you started crying, tears streaming down your face as you choked on your words.

“do you think i’m dumb?” he pressed your face into the brick again, this time not letting up. “I'm gonna give you five seconds.”

“it’s not- i dont Ah please i don’t have it it’s at home please.”

This time he pulled you off the brick, using your hair as leverage to throw you to the ground. You barely had time to process the scrapes you’d acquired before he kicked you in the stomach.

You’d felt a lot of things in your life all that would fall under hurt, but out over everything nothing had hurt more than the searing pain that came from the kick. It was like you’d lost all your senses, only being able to feel the burning pain in your torso as your lungs contracted, begging for air.

When you were finally able to take in breaths again you were rolled over onto your back, the same foot putting pressure onto your chest, not pressing but enough to be a threat.

“I'm gonna give you five seconds to hand over your wallet.”

You were unable to speak, still sucking in air as you tried to heat rid of the tears that filled your eyes.

“one.”

You muttered out a please between gasps, feeling the boot press a little further into you.

“two.”

“It's at- home.”

“three.”

“plea- please.”

The man didn’t get the four, being tackled before he could get the word out. You didn’t look, you didn’t need to look to know it was Matt, instead you focused on rolling over, cradling your burning torso as you sat up.

As soon as you were sitting up you looked over at Matt, you could tell he wasn’t holding back on his punches and if you didn’t stop him soon he would never forgive himself.

“Dare.” you whispered out, knowing he was listening to you.

Matt stopped mid punch, arm in the air as he turned his head to look at you. Getting off the guy Matt walked over to you, assessing your injuries before he even touched you.

“Are you okay?” he spoke softly, barely above a whisper as he kneeled in front of you.

You swallowed, squeezing your eyes as your lip started to wobble. “I just- take me home, please.”

A few feet away the man who’d beat you up scrambled to his feet, running away as fast as he could. Matt didn’t move an inch, simply just cradling your uninjured cheek in his hand, softly like he was scared you’d crumble in his hands.

“Okay, I've got you.”

Still in his daredevil costume Matt couldn’t go through the front door and in your current position couldn’t climb the fire escape. As much as Matt hated it he had to leave you half a block away, following you from along to rooftops to be there if you needed him.

The second you were in front of the door to your apartment it opened, Matt there to help you with half his costume gone, replaced with a regular t-shirt. Leading you to the kitchen he had you sit on the counter stool before running off to get the first aid kit.

The time Matt spent cleaning the wound and scrapes on your cheek and arms was completely silent, other than your hisses and protests of pain but you were exhausted, barely able to keep your eyes open as Matt threw away all the cotton swabs and alcohol pads.

“I need you to stay awake sweetheart, you could have a concussion.” Matt spoke from behind you.

The only response you could muster was a whine, listening to Matt’s footsteps as he turned on the facet and grabbed the bottle of tylenol. He walked back over to you, putting the water in one hand and the pills in another.

“take.” Matt spoke firmly, leaving no room for argument.

You sighed as you took them, chugging back the water until the glass was empty. Taking the glass Matt set it on the counter behind you, when he didn’t moveyou cracked your eyes, looking up at him.

“what?” you mumbled.

“I need to check your ribs.”

The thought of Matt touching your torso anywhere made you want to gag, but especially your ribs, you felt like you were going to throw up. sensing your fear Matt gently cupped the uninjured side of your face, running his thumb over your jaw.

“I'll be gentle, I promise.” he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You nodded, knowing it was important Matt did this, he needed to see if anything was broken or if you had any internal injuries. As you went to take your shirt off you had only just exposed your stomach before a stabbing pain came from your side, making you cry out in pain.

Immediately Matt grabbed your hands, lowering them back down as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “i’ll get scissors.”

After Matt had gotten the clothes off your torso he tensed, running his fingers over your skin as he checked your injuries, mumbling apologies whenever you made a pained sound when he touched a particularly sensitive area.

“You don’t have any bleeding, just brushing and a fractured rib.”

You stayed silent, leaning your head forward to rest it on Matt’s chest, feeling his arms loosely hang around you and he rubbed your back.

It wasn’t like you exactly intended to but you started crying, sniffing as tears soaked into Matt’s shirt, your hiccups muffled into his chest.

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry sweetheart.” Matt laid his head on top of yours. “What do you need, tell me what you need.”

“a shower.” you sobbed, desperately wanting to get the grime off your skin that you’d collected off the ground.

“Okay, okay, let me help you.”

After helping you out of the rest of your clothes and into the shower Matt climbed in himself, sitting behind you as you continued to cry. Once you’d calmed down a bit Matt washed your hair, massaging your scalp until you calmed down, heartbeat steady as you leaned against his chest, water running over your skin.

“Come on, let's go to bed.” Matt whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

Letting out a sound of protest you moved closer against Matt making him chuckle.

“We can't stay in here forever sweetheart, let’s get you to bed okay ?”

As Matt helped you up and out of the shower you stayed somewhat limp, too tired and weak to keep your body upright. You felt like a sack of jello, Matt moving your limbs to get you dressed, putting you in a pair of his sweatpants and jacket.

Once he’d gotten you dressed he half dragged you to the bed, careful of your wounds. Once you were on the bed you used the rest of your strength to crawl under the covers, listening as Matt left the room

When he returned he got under the covers next to you, slowly curling himself around you, careful to avoid your wounds. Matt kissed the back of your head as you drifted off.

“I'm gonna have to wake you up every hour to check if you have a concussion or not.”

Too tired to protest, you settled for pressing your head further into the pillow, finally letting yourself fall asleep.

[ventihonklightice]

Clingy || Wilbur Soot

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~~~

Y/N had been lounging around the flat all day as her boyfriend filmed videos with his fellow Minecraft friends. Wilbur had currently been recording with Tommy and Quackity, another one of their wild Minecraft mod videos. She knew her love was busy and had his responsibilities with his own videos alongside the ones made with his friends, but she had been scrolling through Twitter and saw that he had just gotten verified. There was no way he knew about the news as he had been busy all day doing his job.

A smile grew on her face as she rushed to his bedroom door to share the great news, however she paused as she heard the nature of his current discussion with his friends.

“- but she’s been good. We’ve been really good,” Y/N smiled at his words, seemingly knowing it was about her. That smile quickly disappeared at the words her boyfriend was about to spew. “Just, she’s been kind of needy and clingy or something,” Wilbur shook his head not fully understanding his own words, looking at the wall behind his monitor too lost in his thoughts. He couldn’t quite understand his own thoughts half of the time, especially today as all he has done was played Minecraft. Slowly, the hate he has been receiving has been catching up to him, forcing him into this pit he’d never thought he’d be in which added to the stress that fueled his words. “Like she thinks she always has to be with me. Right now even, she’s at the flat.” Wilbur ran his fingers through his messy brown hair as he proceeded to explain his relationship. “I love her, I do, but I can’t even be with her right now so I don’t understand why she has to be here,” he confessed, mind clouded with tiredness masked by the wine he downed in an attempt to calm his nerves.

Y/N furrowed her brows leaning forward to listen further. “Well, she loves you, so what do you expect her to do? Not want to be with you?” She heard an American accent, likely belonging to Quackity.

“I-I don’t know. It’s just- I’m not used to this. It’s been a while since I’ve seriously been with a girl like this before. I just need space, but she wants to be around me constantly. It’s annoying.” The anger, the annoyance, and the frustration were all evident in his voice, making Y/N second guess a lot of her choices the past few days. She looked down at her hands, the mustard sleeves reaching past her palms belonging to the man behind the door she leaned on.

She closed her eyes in an attempt to push back her tears before she walked away, not being able to listen to him any further. Her eyes began to water more and more as bothering him was the very last thing she had ever wished to do. She sat on the couch before pulling the jumper off of her body, folding it neatly in her hands before pulling on her shoes.

Fanning her face quickly to reduce any possible puffiness or redness, Y/N timidly knocked on the door to Wilbur’s room. “Hold on guys,” he spoke to his friends, muting himself on discord. “Yeah?” She heard his deep voice call from the other side, taking it as her cue to push the door open. His hair fluffed about as he turned to face her. “Hey what’s up?” He asked with a soft smile.

“I uh think I’m gonna head home, got an early shift tomorrow and all,” she spoke softly while avoiding his gaze. Y/N wasn’t one to lie so she felt guilty for doing so but she didn’t know what else to do.

He furrowed his brows, confused at her words. She almost always stays the night, especially when she works early because he lives closer to her job.

“You sure? You’re more than welcome to stay the night. Y-You always do,” he muttered with slight concern in his words as he took his headset off.

She shook her head lightly, “nah it’s alright. Gotta water the plants,“ Y/N fiddled with the door handle as her other hand traced the sweater, knowing full well she doesn’t have any plants.

“Alright, I’ll walk you out,” he stood up, adjusting the chair in order to do so. Y/N reached out to him, his jumper resting in her hand, “where’d you like me to put this?”

He stood up, increasingly getting confused at her actions because he knew that she loved wearing his clothes and stealing them any chance she got. “I-I’ll um, just toss it on the bed,” he pointed to the made bed, slipping on his shoes to walk her out.

She felt his form loom over her as he walked with her out of the flat and to her car. They walked in silence, uncharacteristically. Wilburs’s hands were stuffed in the pockets of his pants lost in his thoughts as he heard her car alarm He walked to the driver’s side, lost in his thoughts while he opened the door for her.

She approached the door, getting ready to sit in the driver’s seat before turning to Wilbur to bid goodbye. He leaned down to kiss her, standard for all of their farewells, but she turned her head at the last second, his lips crashing onto her cheek. His heart dropped at the odd situation he was placed in, wondering why this was happening.

“I-I’ll see you later,” she smiled softly before sitting down and preparing to drive.

He could let her go like this. He had to know if things were good, okay even. Before he shut the door, he leaned down a bit to get closer to her. “Is everything okay? You seem a bit off, darling.”

“Y-yeah I’m just really tired,” she chuckled humorlessly, placing a hand on her forehead. “Sorry, it’s just been a weird day.”

“If you’re that tired you could stay here,” his voice practically pleaded, assuring her once more that she always had a place there.

“I-I’ll be fine, I promise.” Her words were soft along with her eyes, but she just wanted to give him what he desired; space.

“You sure?” He asked once more, extremely concerned, but what answer was he really expecting? Y/N nodded her head, “positive.”

“Alright, text me when you get home,” he leaned back, preparing to shut the door for her. She nodded her head, pushing her keys into the ignition. “I love you,” he spoke sincerely, bending down so that she’d be able to see him better once more. There was an emotion in YN’s eyes that he couldn’t recognize, but the smile on her face was sad. “I-you too, I’ll see you later,” she fiddled with her keys before meeting his gaze.

His heart shattered at the words. You too? What the hell is that suppose to mean?

He gave a tight smile before shutting the door for her. You too, the words echoed in his mind as he began walking back to the front door, pausing his steps on the pavement to watch her pull out of the driveway. He sighed before turning back to his path home. Upon returning, the place felt dimmer without her presence and he quickly took note of that.

Letting out a huge sigh, he plopped down at his desk, unmuting himself on Discord. “Sorry bout that, I’m back. J-Just walking Y/N out,” he spoke, taking the only opportunity his friends quieted down to speak.

“Wilbur!” Tommy yelled as the rest of the VC, which now had Niki, Jack and Fundy, errupted in chaos. “W-What? What the fuck happened?”

“Dude you got verified on Twitter,” Quackity shouted. His eyes went wide, opening the light blue app to see if it was true. Sure enough, a small check mark emphasized his name. He beamed at the sight of it, rushing to make a tweet about how grateful he was.

He went back to his feed, noticing that Y/N had made a tweet about ten or so minutes prior.

y/n✨| @yourusername

so proud of my favorite boy getting verified <3 love you @WilburSoot !!

His heart clenched at the tweet, being drawn back to the events that occurred moments beforehand. He liked and retweeted it, watching his fans swoon at the couple’s interaction without knowing what was happening behind closed doors, before getting back to his friends being completely distracted by thoughts on the girl he loves.

~~~

Y/N never texted him to tell him that she was home. She woke up late that morning seeing a few texts from him about twitter, how his stream went and so on.

As she looked at the time on her phone, realizing the lie she told him about working early and chose not to answer quite yet.

She spent the rest of her day around the house, cleaning, cooking or watching TV. She wasn’t in any mood to go on social media, not wanting to interact with Wilbur quite yet. Y/N sighed thinking about yesterday, thinking that it would be a better idea to just give him some space.

And so she did, for several days before Wilbur’s worry consumed him.

He sat on Discord with his friends, days after his last interaction with his girlfriend. “It’s just weird because she’s never like this. She always calls or texts me whenever she gets the chance regardless of whether or not I ask,” he expressed to his friends as they were fucking around on their own Minecraft world. He wasn’t even paying attention to what he was doing in the game, just aimlessly pressing buttons and moving his mouse as he thought of Y/N.

Tommy chuckled shortly, “now look whos being needy.”

“Shut up Tommy,” Wilbur explained, running a hand across his chin, fingertips gracing his incredibly overgrown stubble. “Look I’m just saying,” the blond furthered, “there’s no need for you to say she’s clingy or whatever when your freaking out over a text! Like you saw her less than what, two, three ago?”

Wilbur shook his head, fuming now, “Oh my god, shut the fuck up Tommy! How would you, a literal child, know anything about what’s going on? You’ve barely hit puberty!” His outburst caused his friends to quiet down, them not being used to anger being directed in such a way.

“Wilbur,” Tommy started once again, becoming more serious, “I know you. You worrying over a few short days almost disproves everything you said the other day. I think you don’t know how to handle affection well, not that she’s clingy or whatever.” Hearing Tommy acting serious and not childish for this one second made something snap within Wilbur, knowing that the child was right.

He sighed, “I-I’m sorry for snapping at you. Everything is happening at once in my life right now and Y/N not talking to me has me worried. This isn’t what’s normal between us. It’s strange.”

“But isn’t this what you wanted? She isn’t being as ‘needy’ now. You got your wish, didn’t you?” George chimed in, hoping to help even though his own experiences with relationships hasn’t always been the best.

“Yeah, and I fucking hate it, I don’t know why I even said that. I don’t mean it. I love when she’s around, I hate when she isn’t,” Wilbur went on, his thoughts focusing on the good memories he has with his girlfriend.

“Be careful what you wish for,” Dream spoke ominously, feeling as if now was the most appropriate time to speak.

“I-I’m gonna call her,” the distressed twenty year old expressed, whipping out his phone to go to her number. As the phone rang, he became more and more nervous.

“What if she got in an accident? Or someone kidnapped her or something?”He rushed before him and his friends heard “please leave a message for 3-“

“Wilbur, she’s probably fine. She probably had a long day at work or something,” Niki spoke, hoping to add a small but of optimism to the situation.

“Yeah but she would’ve told me that. She would’ve called me to rant about her day, and tell me how much she wanted to see me, but she didn’t.” He leaned back in his chair, getting more and more stressed out over this.

“I-I think I’m gonna head to her flat.”

~~~

The drive was long as his anxiety slowly but surely began to increase with every green light. He pulled into her complex, parking and building up the courage to confront her.

“It’ll be fine. Things are fine,” he muttered to himself as he walked up the steps to the familiar doormat.

He knocked on the door, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants. After a minute, there was no response so he knocked again with more ergency.

“Just a minute,” he heard her soft voice yell out, flooding him with relief. The voice wasn’t as warm as it typically was, only increasing his nervousness.

Before he knew it, Y/N opened the door, eyes meeting his chest before trickling to his eyes. “Wilbur? What are you doing here?”

He froze, shocked at the situation that he forced upon himself without realizing it. “I-You weren’t answering any calls or texts. I was worried,” he mumbled, immediately taking note of her puffy eyes.

“Have you been crying?” He stepped closer to her with concern lacing his voice. He reached out to hold her waist, caress her cheek, anything, but she stepped away slighted. Y/N blinked, “y-yeah, it’s just allergies.”

“You don’t have allergies like that Y/N. May I please come in?” Wilbur knew her better than that, probably even better than she knew herself. She nodded shortly opening the door wider for him to enter, looking down at her sock clad feet.

He entered the tiny flat, taking not that the once welcoming space has become littered with turmoil. The tissues by the sofa didn’t go unnoticed and neither did the pile of dishes in the sink. “What’s been going on? These past few days you’ve been acting strange,” he asked sincerely.

Y/N looked around, finding something and pretending to be busy with it. “I’ve just been busy,” she mumbled looking over the pile of mail she refused to actually look through. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry, would you like some tea?” She asked, realizing her manners.

“Y/N,” he spoke defeated, “come on talk to me, please.” He practically begged as he followed her steps into the kitchen to start the kettle, even though he didn’t give her an answer.

“Everything’s fine, Wilbur,” she replied absentmindedly as she searched for her various teas. “We got chai tea, black tea, Engli-“

“Y/N, I dont fucking want tea right now I want you to talk to me,” he shouted, approaching her in the kitchen and forcing her to face him by pulling her waist gently. She gasped at the loudness of his words, not used to him yelling at her.

“Wilbur,” Y/N whispered, her hands on his chest as he looked down into her eyes. Desperation was clear in his before being mimicked in his words, “this is the longest you’ve gone without calling me Wil. Come on Y/N, please.” His voice cracked towards the end, the shakiness not leaving.

She closed her eyes tightly before she pulled herself out of his arms, turning to grab two mugs out of the cupboard, “you’re getting chai tea.”

“Love, I just want us to be okay,” he spoke passionately, pleading for things to be right.

“We are okay Wilbu- Wil,” she corrected, more so forcing the nickname to combat his complaint. As she prepared each cup, putting Wilbur’s desired amount of sugar into his cup and respectively her own.

He shook his head, not believing her words as his own eyes began to turn red, “there’s something wrong and I can tell. Please just-please Y/N.” His voice was completely broken and she knew she had to express her concerns. She paused her motions, staring at the jar of sugar she just placed onto the counter.

“I-I didn’t want to bother you,” she muttered softly, examining the mugs before her.

The man sniffed, confusion growing within him. “W-What do you mean? You could never bother me Y/N,” his voice soft, approaching her once again.

She shook her head, moving to put sugar in each cup, forgetting that she already did so, “but that’s not true. We both know that.” The water remained on the stove while copious amount of sugar occupied each cup. Wilbur gently grabbed the hand holding the spoon that shoveled the sugar into the mugs, making her stop her own actions.

“Yes it is, love.” Wilbur whispered softly as she put the spoon into the jar, coming back to reality. Y/N let out a shaky breath, facing the counter while Wilbur occupied her side, facing her.

“So why’d you tell all of your friends that I’ve been clingy and needy and overbearing and everything under the sun?” She whispered as her voice wobbled, indicating that tears would soon come falling down.

Wilbur furrowed his brows, confused at the words she expressed. He scavenged his mind, not understanding what she was stating. “What are yo-“ he cut himself off, taking his hand from hers as he remembered that conversation.

Guilt washed over his soul as he realized the greater impact of his words. She thought she had to change....for those idiotic meaningless words expressed in a fit of stress and exhaustion. He shook his head lightly, refusing to look at her, refusing to look at the damage he’s caused.

“I didn’t mean it Y/N. I just-there was a lot on my plate and I just had to complain about something. A-And you were there to complain about.” He spoke honestly, knowing that it doesn’t excuse his behavior. The sound of the kettle went off, the whistle tones attacking his ears while Y/N ignored it to focus on the conversation at hand.

“I just didn’t want to be a burden,” she muttered with a wobbling bounce that made the tall idiotic man pull her into his arms.

“No,no,no don’t ever ever think that again. You are not a burden. You never were Y/N. This is on me, I shouldn’t have said what I had said,” he muttered into her hair, repeating apologies like a mantra while kissing her hairline.

She let go, allowing her pent up feelings from the past few day flow out through tears while in the comfort of his arms, “my biggest fear is bothering people. I-I didn’t want to upset you.”

“You didn’t,” he pulled away to hold her tear stained cheeks in his hands, regret prominent in his gaze, “you have been nothing but patient with me these past few months and that is something I don’t even have the words to express, love.”

“You, Y/N L/N, are not a burden, not now, not ever,” he whispered lovingly. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I’m sorry I even said it. I didn’t mean it, but fuck I shouldn’t have. Look at what I’ve done to you,” his voice wavered as he pulled away to assess the damage. “Fuck,” he shook his head as a sob escaped his lips before he could pull her into his arms again.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, holding her tight while the whistle pierced his ears. She leaned back slightly, pressing her forehead against his while closing her eyes, “I know, I know. It’s okay. I know you. I know you wouldn’t mean it.”

“I love you,” he whispered, holding her head in one of his hands. “I love you too, Wil,” she whispered back, pulling his lips onto hers, sealing their words with this actions.

As much as he loved the feeling of her soft lips on his once again, he pulled away. “Okay, okay, as much as I don’t want this to stop, that damn kettle is driving me mad,” he expressed, making Y/N chuckle before kissing him on the cheek and going to turn off the stove.

He watched fondly as she was about to pour the water into the mugs, stoping to see the plethora of sugar in each. “Oh shit,” she paused, laughing at the mess she had made. Wilbur snapped out of his gaze, examining the scene that caused her words.

He shook his head lightly, grabbing the kettle from her hands before placing it back onto the stovetop. “You,” he turned to face her, poking her cheek, “go to bed, get all comfy and put on a film. I will finish the tea and bring it to you.” His eyes got soft towards the end of his statement as he went to assess the mug situation.

“Then,” he spoke gently, grabbing her waist once again, littering her face with kisses that trailed down her neck, “I’ll spend the whole day making it up to you.”

Y/N laughed, running her fingers through his soft hair, “can’t wait.” His lips stayed pressed onto her neck, before they made their way back to her own.