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luveline · 1 year ago

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carmy! i have a request, it’s so basic but everything you write is golden. him and r are pining coworkers, and maybe someone else yells at her or upsets her or whatever and he’s like but i’m the only one allowed to shout at you and he hugs her (because you know… arms 👀)

—Carmy tries to make you feel better after a customer upsets you. fem, 1.5k

“Fucking asshole,” Richie mutters as the door swings closed.

Carmy would cringe if he had the energy, or a lack of self-awareness —it’s not as though he doesn’t swear like a starved sailor every other sentence.

“Who’s the asshole?” he asks, feeling down his side for the bump of a box of cigarettes he doesn’t find.

He’s taken to hiding them in the office. He’d love to pretend it was an act of lent, but in actuality, he never told Ritchie that the box of cigarettes left near the burner, that gave them their C-army rating, wasn’t Richie’s at all, but Carmy’s. He isn’t ever planning on having that conversation, so he’s trying not to carry a box around and leave it somewhere stupid again.

“Fucking– you didn’t just hear that guy?” Richie asks, scowling.

Carmy scowls back. “Yeah, that’s why I’m asking. What the fuck do you think?”

It’s slightly too much aggression off the cuff, but Richie brings it out of him. “Some asshole just came in here and started shouting like a motherfucker because he forgot his stupid napkins. I thought Sunshine was gonna cry her eyes out.”

Carmy clocks back in fully. “What?”

Sunshine is the mildly sarcastic nickname Richie gave you before Carmy ever step foot in The Beef. It’s not that you’re moody, but you’re always tired, and you give these little shy smiles out to anyone who asks how you are. I’m fine, you say every time, followed by something deflective like, I’m just tired. Lack of vitamin D from working in this place.

“Where do scumbags get off, making girls cry like that?”

Carmy's eyes widen. “She’s crying?”

Richie is capable of seriousness, despite himself. “Yeah,” he says, his anger swapped out for a low remorse, “I told her to go sit in the office until she’s feeling better.”

Carmy pauses. “Should I go look in?” he asks.

“Duh, Carmen. You’re the only one who can make her feel better. Which I resent!” He brings a rag end from his shoulder to wipe his forehead, which is gross, but whatever. “I’m fucking excellent at being a shoulder to cry on.”

Carmy doesn’t know what that means. Richie says it like it’s obvious, but since when is Carmy the only person who can make you feel better? You’ve known everybody here far longer than you’ve known him, and sometimes Carmy thinks you probably don’t want a thing to do with him, does anybody in the kitchen? You’re smart, and you’ve been working here as long as anybody, started when you were genuinely too young and learning everything you know from the other. You have potential, like everybody here. You just didn’t get the right training, and you’re defensive (again, like everybody here).

Carmy’s almost positive you’re gonna tell him to fuck off when he knocks the office door. He doesn’t know why he does it, nobody knocks in this shithole, but he does. Maybe he’s buying time; you’ll be feeling better when he pushes the door fully open, and he won’t have to navigate the treacherous depths of his feelings for you while he’s so busy trying to work himself out.

You sniff, muffled, like a sleeve is held over your face. “Hello?” you ask.

Carmy gets a burst of energy and doesn’t ask before stepping into the room. You can’t say no if he doesn’t ask, and you don’t, looking at him from the rickety office chair with distrust, and then sheepishness.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t be in here.”

“No, no, you can come in here,” he says. He has a bad habit of pausing too long and looking too close, hands clenched in front of himself. “You can come in here. Some asshole made you cry?”

You shake your head with tears still wet on your cheek. You’re at home in the office, all the chaos and posters and paper trails a match for you dishevelled appearance. You’ve pulled your foot onto the chair, showcasing a shoe that’s falling apart and two pairs of socks pulled to uneven heights. Your hands are a riot, none of your jewellery but a mismatch of different coloured band-aids over a multitude of wounds. And your face glows with tears, shitty light of the desk lamp casting yellow onto your teary cheeks, your lips bitten raw.

“I’m fine,” you say.

Carmy doesn’t know what he was expecting, but he was hoping for a better confession. “Over napkins?”��

“Said I’m s’posed to put napkins in the bag,” you say, a monotony to your voice that’s forced and weak at once. “‘Cos I’m a fucking idiot, right, who doesn’t put napkins in the bag?” You sniffle. “Whatever. Richie said he can’t come back.”

“He can’t,” Carmy says quickly.

He fails to follow it up. There’s an idiot in the office, for sure, and it’s not you.

Your mouth crumples and you look away from him, something achy about you as another tear falls down your cheek to curve into the skin above your top lip, making a home at your cupid’s bow. “I’m fine.”

“You can be upset,” he says. “This job’s… hard enough, without people making you feel like shit for shit you didn’t do.”

You respond to his warm(ish) tone with a small smile. Your tear slips down your lip. Carmy wants to wipe it off.

“What can I do?” he asks finally.

He wishes he could make you feel better without asking, and there are parts of him that want to turn tail and run, too, but Carmy stays standing in front of the half-open door watching as tears make their way to your chin. He doesn’t know why you’re still crying.

Maybe he does. Carmy doesn’t usually cry. He just watches things go wrong without stopping them, or keels over in the alley for long, too fast minutes as his heart pumps a bruising rhythm against his ribs.

“I’m fine, Carmy,” you say, wiping your face roughly as you stand from the chair.

He scratches a hand through his hair. “Tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

“You don’t have to anything.”

“Richie said I’m the only person who can make you feel better.”

“You’re just the only guy who ever shouts at me,” you tease, sniffling softly as you do.

Carmy shouldn’t yell at anyone, but he does. You’ve never cried. He wouldn’t yell at anybody if he thought it would make them upset like that, it’s just that yelling’s like talking where he comes from, and the kitchen doesn’t help.

“So what? Am I supposed to beat that guy up?” Carmy asks.

You laugh through what he hopes to be the last of your tears, scrubbing at your cheeks ineffectually. “Like you could beat somebody up. You’re all bark and no bite, Berzatto.”

Sure. And he’s a loser, he’s more than aware of it; Carmy knows fifty seven different ways to prepare corn for eating and he doesn’t know a single way to make girls feel better, so he tries something he saw on TV.

“Come here,” he says, holding his arm out insistently. “C’mere.”

He leans in to grab you. You hold your arms out, but you still when he touches you like you're shocked. He’s a little shocked too.

“Richie knew the guy, right?” Carmy asks.

“He said he’s banned for life.”

“Okay, great.” Carmy feels up your back slowly. Your arms are hesitant behind him. He’s the braver one for once, feeling at the dips and slopes of you with a greedy hand.

You smell… really good. He has a good sense of smell, can pick apart a meal's ingredients by scent alone if he’s awake enough, so he can tell you’re wearing that little solid perfume you keep in your cubby, gentle enough to not bother anybody in the kitchen, ever so slightly milky and sweet. He can also smell the salt on your cheeks. So weird to be able to smell your tears.

Carmy pats your back and leans away. Your hands fall to your side.

He wipes your face hesitantly, pinky to your soft cheek, until your tear stains are dry and you’re looking at him steadily.

“That was really weird,” you say.

He panics, stepping away from you, “Fuck. Fuck, sorry.”

You shake your head. “No, I’m just kidding. Thanks, Carmy.”

“Dick,” he says.

You smile brightly. Okay, his heart fell into his ass when you said it was weird, but you can tease him all day if it makes you feel better.

“I better go tell Richie I’m okay,” you say. “Don’t you have a stock to reduce?”

“Oh, you mean your stock?” he asks.

Your smile makes him wanna grab your wrist, and it makes him wanna chase after you. You slink out of the office, waving a quick goodbye with your fingers, and Carmy stares at the place you’d been sitting while you cried for a couple of seconds to get a grip.

He puts his hand on his chest and feels his pulse racing.

“Fucking asshole,” he mutters, not sure if he means the customer or himself.

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mindless-existence1 · 5 months ago

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Sonic and reader becomes friends!

would shadow get jealous? Like his lover just became friends with his enemy lol

the shock on Sonic’s face learning g shadow has a lover lol

also I don’t know if it went through but I asked you to marry me

Authors note: Put a ring on it @luc1dw0rld

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Sonic’s room was its usual chaos: posters plastered on the walls, random gadgets scattered on every surface, and a distinct smell of chili dogs lingering in the air. You were sprawled on his bed, flipping through a comic book while he sat cross-legged on the floor, engrossed in his own.

“Okay, but tell me this,” Sonic said, pointing to a panel in his comic. “How does this dude survive getting thrown into a volcano? Like, plot armor is one thing, but come on.”

You snorted, not even looking up from your page. “He’s the main character, Sonic. Logic doesn’t apply to him.”

“Still dumb,” he muttered, flicking the page with unnecessary force. You glanced at your watch, and your eyes widened. “Oh, shit! I have to leave and get ready for my date.”

Sonic looked up from his comic, raising an eyebrow. “Still can’t believe you’re dating Shadow.” You rolled your eyes with a grin, heading for the door. “You’ve said that every time I’ve mentioned him. I don't see what's so unbelievable."

“I dunno,” Sonic said, shrugging. “He’s just so... serious. And, like, broody and grumpy and you're....not. It’s weird.” You smirked. “Opposites attract, Sonic.”

He rolled his eyes but grinned. “Whatever. Tell him I said hi. And tell him not to glare at me next time we’re in the same room.”

“Will do, see ya later,” you called over your shoulder as you grabbed your things and headed out the door.

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By the time you got back to your place, the evening sky was painted in hues of orange and pink. Unlocking the door, you stepped inside, expecting to find Shadow waiting as he usually did. Sure enough, there he was—sitting on your couch with his arms crossed and an unmistakable pout on his face.

“Hey,” you greeted warmly, setting your bag down. “You’re early.” Shadow’s crimson eyes flicked toward you briefly before he looked away. “Hmph.”

You raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “What’s with the attitude? Something happen?”

“It’s nothing,” he replied curtly, though the slight furrow of his brow said otherwise. You sighed, sitting down next to him. “Shadow, no offense but you'rea terrible lair. So spill.”

He didn’t respond immediately, his gaze fixed on the coffee table. Finally, he muttered, “You were with Sonic earlier.” You blinked, caught off guard. “Yeah? We were just hanging out and reading comics. Why?”

Shadow shifted uncomfortably, his arms tightening over his chest. “…You spend a lot of time with him.” Realization dawned on you, and you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. “Wait. Are you jealous?”

Shadow’s eyes snapped to yours, his expression a mix of indignation and embarrassment. “I am not jealous.”

“You totally are,” you teased, leaning closer. “You’re sulking because I was with Sonic. Admit it.”

“I don’t sulk,” he grumbled, but the faint blush dusting his cheeks betrayed him. You laughed softly, reaching out to rest a hand on his arm.

“Shadow, you have nothing to worry about. Sonic’s my best friend, yeah, but you’re the one I’m dating. You’re the one I want to be with because I love you.”

He glanced at you, his expression softening just slightly. You don't miss the way his shoulders loose their tension, what you don't know is how his heart rate spikes every time you say that “…It’s irrational,” he admitted quietly.

“Very,” you agreed, grinning. The tension in his posture easing as he leaned back against the couch. “I just don’t understand how someone like him can take up so much of your attention.”

“Well, he’s my friend,” you said simply, “but you’re the one I am lucky enough to be dating.” He didn’t respond immediately, but the small hum he gave you was enough to know he understood.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, a warm silence settling between you. After a moment, you added playfull, "It’s kind of cute seeing you like this.”

Shadow rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the faint smirk from appearing on his face. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, here you are,” you teased, earning a quiet chuckle from him as the sun dipped below the horizon.

After a moment of comfortable silence you hear Shadow mumble something under his breath that makes your heart swell, "I love you to."

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skepticalkoi-catastrophe · 7 months ago

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𝕊𝕜𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Reader

Genre: Mutual Friendship, Hinted Mutual Crush, College Au

⚠️Warnings⚠️: None

Word count: 769

𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 [10:45 PM] - "Should I be worried that you know how to replicate fake blood this well? I probably should be, right?" Jinwoo jokes as he enters your dorm room.

You decided to be a killer playboy bunny for the Halloween party tonight. The five-kitchen ingredient mixture drips from your neck as only moments ago you finished your makeup.

"If you want to get bloody tonight, I've got enough to share." You chuckle, placing the bowl of red liquid on your desk. "Where's your costume?"

Originally, it was supposed to be you and your best friend. She got hit with a bad stomach virus the night before and was still in recovery.

He offered to be your plus one once you gave him the news. It's somewhat of a favor he owed you from before. He's dressed in a black cotton button-down, partially unbuttoned, with matching black jeans. Black high-top Chuck Taylor's on his feet.

"My package got delayed, so no Ghostface mask. You're my plan B."

"Plan B?"

He takes a seat at your desk, crossing his arms as he leans back into your chair. "You've got any ideas?"

You squint, trying to picture a look on him. Something that would take no time at all.

"A Skeleton." You snap your fingers, having an 'aha' moment.

His mouth curled into a smile as he nodded, lifting his shoulder in a half shrug. Digging through your makeup bag, whatever wasn't in there was strewn about.

Your posters, tapestries, and post-it notes with reminders and daily affirmations on them catch his attention. Everything had a similar color palette, from your sheets to your laundry basket to your rug beside your bed. It made him wish he'd stop by more often.

"Do you want me to paint your neck and chest too?" You asked, sizing him up as you organized your brushes and body paints.

Your question hangs in the air. He hasn't had his face painted since he was a child. Tonight was the one night he could be truly himself. Carefree and stupid like every other twentysomething. Based on your makeup alone, he knows he's in good, capable hands.

Jinwoo scoots forward in your chair.

"Yeah, go all out. Make me a skeleton."

You smirk, standing between his legs. Raking your fingers through his hair, you attach two larger hair clips. His exposed forhead meets a cooling sensation from your primer. Its slushy to then tacky consistency threw him off.

You trace a black outline around his eye sockets, whispering for him to close his eyes. He does so, allowing you to deepen the shadows. Drawing on his nasal cavities and each tooth across his upper and lower lip, you're deathly close. Your thumb smudges away any mistakes, much to his confusion. He almost thought you were doing it on purpose. Almost.

Down his neck, your thin brush goes as he twitches a tad. "Are you ticklish?" You take a go at him. There was no reply. He merely blinks and scoffs.

You keep going, carving out each spinel vertebrae. From the cervical to the thoracic vertebra, brushstrokes flowed into his ribcage. His toned chest surprises but doesn’t shock you. Guess all that excessive training paid off.

"Tell me, what made you take this route this year?" A cheeky grin plastered across his face. "Never would've thought you were one for the classics."

"Classic easy access, you mean?" You joke, applying the white body paint next. It fills in the shaped skull of his face like an X-ray. Your brush strokes earn another twitch out of him.

"Jin, quit moving, or you're gonna look like shit." You huff, sucking your teeth.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I can't help it. It feels weird."

His mischievous glint in his eyes trails up and down your neck and exposed chest.

"I guess I'm playing guard dog tonight, too? All things considered?"

"If you're looking for an excuse to kick some guy's ass for looking at me too hard, be my guest. You don't need my permission."

You straightened your stance, making sure every marking was symmetrical. Up went your thumb. It splits his face into two halves. Closing your right eye, your tongue sticks out from between your lips.

He leans his head to the left, taking your thumb in his larger hand and pulling you forward.

"Whaddaya doing?"

"Admiring my work, you're one hell of a canvas." You thread a hand through his hair, removing the hair clips. His bangs flow back where they were.

Jinwoo rises from your chair. His hand never lets go of yours, nor does he break his gaze.

"Paint me again sometime, yeah?"

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A/N - HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃

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yoursaltyqueen · 24 days ago

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You’re enough for me - Part 2

It had been three weeks.

Twenty-one days of waking up and remembering he was gone.

Of crying until your chest physically hurt, until you felt hollow and small and stupid for still loving someone who left you so easily.

You’d barely eaten. Barely slept.

Every mirror you passed made you flinch — like you didn’t recognize yourself anymore.

And now here you were, standing in Sam Wilson’s backyard, wearing a sundress that felt too bright for how heavy your heart was, pretending to sip the glass of cheap white wine in your hand.

Pretending you weren’t watching him.

Bucky Barnes.

Laughing with someone near the grill, head tipped back, sunlight catching on his dark hair.

Playing with Sam’s nephews like he wasn’t the same man who tore your heart in half three weeks ago.

Smiling like he hadn’t left you sobbing on the floor of your apartment, begging him to stay.

Your throat burned as you swallowed back the lump rising there.

It hurt.

God, it hurt watching him look happy.

Like leaving you had lifted some invisible weight off his shoulders.

Like breaking you was what finally gave him peace.

Your fingers tightened around the wine glass until your knuckles went white.

You looked away, blinking hard against the sting in your eyes.

Sam appeared beside you then, holding a beer, eyes already narrowed at you like he could see straight through your fake smile.

“You’ve been starin’ at him for twenty minutes,” he muttered, voice low enough that only you could hear over the summer music and laughter.

“Not real subtle, kid.”

You huffed out a humorless breath and tipped your glass back, wincing as the too-sweet wine burned on the way down.

“I’m not staring,” you mumbled.

“Just… observing.”

Sam gave you a long look.

The kind that made your skin itch because he didn’t buy your bullshit for a second.

“You okay?” he asked finally, voice softer.

It was the first time anyone had asked you that and actually meant it in weeks.

Your throat closed up.

You laughed — sharp, bitter.

“Do I look okay?”

Sam’s face didn’t change.

Didn’t flinch when your voice wobbled.

Didn’t look away when your eyes got glassy again.

“You look like hell,” he said bluntly.

“Like someone wrung you out and left you in the sun to dry.”

You let out a breath that was half a laugh, half a sob.

“Yeah. That sounds about right.”

Sam took a slow sip of his beer, his eyes flicking back toward Bucky — still grinning at the kids, like he was the goddamn poster boy for summer fun.

Then Sam looked at you again.

“You been cryin’ every night since it happened?” he asked, voice too calm.

Your chest went tight.

You looked away, swallowing hard.

“Every night,” you whispered.

“Sometimes during the day, too. Can’t eat. Can’t sleep. I keep thinking about what I did wrong. About why I wasn’t enough.”

Your voice cracked.

Sam cursed under his breath and reached out, squeezing your shoulder.

His hand was solid and warm, grounding you for a second when you felt like you might shatter all over again.

“Listen to me,” he said, voice low and firm.

“You didn’t do a damn thing wrong. That man—”

His jaw clenched.

“He’s got a brain full of demons that tell him he can’t have good things. That he’s safer alone. That if he lets himself be happy, he’s just waitin’ for it to get ripped away.”

Sam’s eyes softened, but his voice stayed steady.

“And it ain’t your job to fix that. It never was.”

You sucked in a shaky breath, tears burning again.

“Then why does it feel like I broke?” you whispered.

“Why does it feel like he got better and I’m the one who can’t breathe anymore?”

Sam’s face twisted, sympathy clear there even though he tried to play it cool.

“Because you loved him,” he said simply.

“Loved him so hard you forgot to leave some love for yourself.”

That broke something inside you again.

Your shoulders sagged, and you wiped at your eyes with the back of your hand, trying to keep your mascara from smudging worse than it already had.

Sam’s hand stayed firm on your shoulder.

“You’re here,” he said.

“You showed up. You’re still standin’. That counts for somethin’, kid.”

Your breath shuddered out.

You nodded, even though your heart still felt like it was in pieces.

Your eyes flicked back toward Bucky — who was now leaning down, laughing as he let one of Sam’s nieces braid a little flower crown into his hair.

He looked soft. Gentle.

Happy.

And it made your chest ache all over again.

Because you’d seen that version of him, once.

In the dark, in your bed, whispering things against your skin like you were the only peace he’d ever known.

But now, watching him from across the yard, you wondered why he could give that smile to everyone else — but not to you.

Why loving you had been the thing that made him run.

Sam followed your gaze and sighed.

“You want me to kick him out?” he muttered.

“Say the word. I’ll make up somethin’ about him disrespecting the grill code or whatever.”

A broken little laugh escaped you.

You shook your head, tears still stinging but your lips twitching upward just a little.

“No. He looks… happy.”

Your voice cracked.

“Let him be happy.”

Sam’s jaw clenched again, but he nodded.

“Alright. But you come sit with me and Sarah. And you eat somethin’ before you pass out in this heat. Deal?”

You nodded, swallowing back the lump in your throat.

“Deal.”

Sam squeezed your shoulder one more time before steering you toward the picnic table.

But as you walked away, you couldn’t help but glance back one last time—

At Bucky.

At the man who still held your heart, even if he never wanted it again.

You sat stiffly at the picnic table while Sarah Wilson handed you a plate.

A burger, some salad, a scoop of potato something — all of it bright and summery, the opposite of how you felt inside.

Your stomach turned at the sight.

But Sam’s words echoed in your head.

“You eat somethin’ before you pass out in this heat. Deal?”

So you picked at the food.

Small bites. Swallowing around the lump in your throat.

Just enough to stop your hands from shaking.

Sarah slid onto the bench beside you, her presence warm and solid.

She didn’t say anything at first.

Just sat there, letting the summer sounds and laughter fill the silence between you.

Finally, she spoke, voice soft but firm.

“You don’t gotta pretend with me, honey.”

Your throat closed up.

You blinked hard at your plate, your fork trembling a little as you stabbed at the salad.

“I’m fine,” you muttered automatically.

A lie so thin it almost made you laugh.

Sarah snorted.

“Yeah. And I’m the queen of Wakanda.”

You huffed out a weak, watery laugh, and your shoulders slumped.

The tears threatened again, but you swallowed them back.

Barely.

Sarah’s hand settled on your back, warm and steady.

“You loved that man,” she said gently.

“And he broke you clean in two. Ain’t no shame in hurtin’ from that.”

Your breath hitched.

The truth of it cracked something loose again.

Your jaw trembled as you whispered, “I don’t know how to stop hurting.”

Sarah rubbed a slow, soothing circle between your shoulder blades.

“You will. Not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But one day, you’ll look at him and it won’t feel like you’re bleeding out.”

Her voice softened even more.

“And until then, you keep eatin’. You keep showin’ up. And you lean on people who got you. Like me. Like Sam.”

Your eyes stung again, but you nodded.

Took another bite of food.

It didn’t taste like much, but at least it stayed down.

And that, you figured, was progress.

****

Across the yard, Bucky stood near the grill, arms crossed tight over his chest.

He wasn’t smiling anymore.

Sam noticed.

Of course he did.

Sam always noticed.

He stepped in close, voice low.

“Alright. Spit it out.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched.

“Nothing to spit out.”

Sam gave him a look like he wanted to smack him upside the head.

“You think I can’t see you starin’ at her every five seconds? Man, you’re about as subtle as a car crash.”

Bucky’s hands curled into fists at his sides.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard.

“She’s not… supposed to be here,” he muttered.

Voice rough.

“She’s supposed to hate me.”

Sam let out a humorless laugh.

“Oh, she does. Believe me. But hate don’t cancel out heartbreak, Barnes. You left her in pieces, and now you’re both out here pretendin’ like you ain’t dyin’ inside.”

Bucky flinched.

His eyes flicked toward you — still sitting at the table, head bowed, Sarah rubbing your back like you might fall apart any second.

The sight made his chest ache.

Sam followed his gaze, his voice dropping lower.

“You look happy right now. Playin’ with my nephews, smilin’ like life’s all sunshine. But I know better. I see you, man. You ain’t slept right in weeks. You’ve lost weight. And you sure as hell ain’t happy.”

Bucky’s jaw tightened until the muscle there twitched.

His voice cracked when he finally said,

“I thought leaving her would make it easier. Safer.”

Sam’s eyes went sharp.

“For who? You? Or her?”

Bucky didn’t answer.

Couldn’t.

Sam shook his head, disgusted.

“You broke her heart, man. And you broke your own right along with it. So what now? You just gonna keep standin’ here watchin’ her fall apart while you pretend you’re fine?”

Bucky’s eyes dropped to the ground, his throat working as he struggled to breathe through the tightness in his chest.

He felt like he was suffocating.

Like every part of him wanted to run to you — to fix what he broke — but the fear kept his feet glued to the spot.

Sam’s voice softened, but the edge stayed sharp.

“You want this to get better? Then stop lyin’ to yourself. And stop starin’ at her like you’re mournin’ your own damn funeral.”

Bucky’s head snapped up at that, pain flashing in his blue eyes.

Sam just stared him down, unrelenting.

Because someone had to say it.

And Bucky—

For the first time since he walked away—

Looked like he might finally crack.

****

The sky was bleeding out in colors — amber, pink, deep purple — as you sat at the edge of the pier behind Sam’s house.

Barefoot. Knees hugged to your chest.

Your summer dress fluttered lightly in the warm breeze, but you hardly noticed.

Your wine buzz had faded hours ago, leaving behind a dull headache and that hollow ache in your chest that had been your constant companion these past three weeks.

You didn’t want to go back inside.

Not yet.

Because you knew he was still in there.

Bucky.

The man who had looked you in the eye and said it was better this way while you begged him not to go.

The man who was now here, sharing the same roof because this stupid BBQ had been planned before he tore your heart in two.

You closed your eyes and let the salty air sting them.

It was quieter out here. Safer.

Footsteps behind you made your whole body stiffen.

Heavy. Familiar.

You knew it was him before he even spoke.

“…You’ve been out here a while.”

Your shoulders tensed, but you didn’t turn around.

Didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing your face — the hurt written all over it.

He cleared his throat.

“I just—”

A pause.

“I wanted to say… I’m staying on the couch tonight. So you can have the room. I’ll keep my distance.”

Your jaw clenched.

Your nails dug into the soft skin of your thigh as you muttered, “How considerate of you.”

His breath hitched, just enough for you to catch it.

“I didn’t mean for—”

You shot to your feet so fast it startled him.

Turning to face him, your chest heaved, and your vision blurred with angry tears.

“You didn’t mean for what, Bucky?” you spat.

Your voice cracked, but you didn’t care.

“You didn’t mean to completely destroy me? To rip my heart out and act like it was for my own good?”

His face twisted, pained.

“I thought—”

“No. No, you don’t get to ‘thought’ me right now,” you snapped, stepping closer.

Your finger jabbed into his chest, hard enough that he flinched.

“You thought breaking me into pieces was better? You thought leaving me after everything we built would somehow protect me?!”

Bucky’s hands fisted at his sides.

His jaw clenched.

His breathing grew ragged.

“I’m dangerous—”

“Oh, save it,” you snarled.

The tears spilled over now, hot and furious as they tracked down your cheeks.

“I was willing to take every piece of danger if it meant I got to keep you! I loved you, Bucky! I still—”

Your voice cracked so hard it stole the air from your lungs.

“I still love you and I hate myself for it.”

That did it.

His face broke.

All that stoic coldness cracked wide open — guilt, grief, regret written in every line of him.

“I didn’t know what else to do!” he shouted back, voice raw now.

His chest heaved, his blue eyes wild.

“I thought if I walked away, you’d be safe—”

“From what?!” you sobbed.

“From the man who held me when I couldn’t breathe? Who made me feel like maybe I was worth loving? You think that man is a threat to me?!”

His hands raked through his hair, pacing now like a caged animal.

“I’m not good for you—”

“Bullshit!” you screamed, voice shaking with fury and heartbreak.

“You’re terrified! That’s all this is! You got scared of being loved so you destroyed it before it could destroy you!”

The silence after your words was deafening.

His chest rose and fell like he’d just run a marathon.

His mouth opened, but nothing came out.

And that—

That broke something in you completely.

You let out a bitter, wet laugh, wiping angrily at your tears.

“God. I can’t even look at you right now.”

You turned, your feet moving before your mind could catch up.

Stumbling back up the pier, heart pounding so loud you thought it might crack open right there in your chest.

“Wait—” Bucky called after you, his voice hoarse and desperate.

But you didn’t stop.

Didn’t turn around.

You just kept walking, back toward the house, toward the only place you could hide.

Away from him.

Because if you stayed out there one second longer, you knew you’d fall apart in front of him all over again.

And this time, you didn’t have the strength to beg.

Not again.

PART 3

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #james bucky buchanan barnes #sebastian stan #buck x bucky

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yulin-pop · 1 month ago

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i just saw your headcanon of Ace + Deuce w the same crush, but what if reader ended up w another person? (u can choose who you prefer to write)

⤷ ✧ 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭

order 91 | headcanons | Heartslabyul+Malleus|Gender Neutral

❀ NOTE: I chose the most ironic candidates, They never stood a chance against them

Of course they would know you had a crush, they both feigned surprise and begged for names and how and when this crush started. I mean, seriously, who could’ve caught your eye? You wouldn’t tell them which gave them both at least a little hope it could’ve been one of them.

Though as you dropped more hints, they learned they were an upperclassmen.

Well, sucks for them but just because you have a crush doesn’t mean it will be reciprocated— but they were proven wrong.

You would gush about the interactions you shared with your crush to the two, leading to some snooping. But they would never seem to catch you talking to whoever this mysterious yet charming guy was.

That was until you came forward with some news at lunch, with glimmering eyes and flushed cheeks you announced…

➺ Riddle Rosehearts

“Me and Riddle are official.”

Neither of them are happy, far from it. They hide their true opinion of it. Yeah, they would be upset no matter who it was but Riddle? He was a psycho when they first met, caused a lot of trouble for all of them and somehow you caught feelings for him.

But you have a rebuttal towards Ace, he was your first bully when you came to Night Raven but you’re still friends. One can argue he’s still your bully actually.

But then they find it hard to imagine Riddle in all those rants you went on about. Before you and Riddle began dating, you freaked out when you went on a study and brunch date with him.

He wiped your face and leaned in close enough you could feel his breath against your ear. Good for you (I guess) but it’s hard to see Riddle doing that.

Their first reaction is to go to Grim and just unleash every thought they had on the matter at him.

“I mean seriously Riddle? He’s shorter than both of us! Isn’t it crazy since I was always the closest. I walked [Name] to class multiple times but it’s special when Riddle does it. It’s so dumb. I bet they’re both too shy to do anything to the point where they just look into each other’s eyes. That’s so awkward!!” Ace rambled.

“Yeah!” The only thing Deuce could do was agree since Ace was already saying everything on his mind.

I think the first week they’re in disbelief and just go silent whenever you mention Riddle. The second week is when the teasing starts. By teasing they’re actually helping you since when you see Riddle, they push you into him. Which always leads to Riddle catching you and both of you getting flustered.

As much as they did like you, as said by Grim, they need to accept it. Deuce seemed to be the most crushed out of the two but that’s just because Ace hid it behind indifference.

They’re both the people who will always be on your side when you and Riddle have a fight. They don’t just blindly agree though, if you did something wrong they’re going to tell you.

It’s hard to say if they will lose feelings for you after you started dating someone else. I think they won’t ever lose the affection they had for you but the crush and the potential you had together will be pushed to the back of the brain for as long as you were happy with someone else. That’s what mattered more.

➺ Cater Diamond

You shoved your phone screen in their faces and showed a video recording of Cater confessing to you with a poster and flowers. The video ending with you hugging Cater and his arms wrapped around you.

Okay with Cater it’s not as big of a surprise. He wasn’t clueless in dating but not what you would call “experienced”. Looking back at everything you gushed about it did sound like Cater.

All the mentions of selfies and how he would always take pictures of you, remarking how cute and photogenic you were. It checked out seeing how often he posted you in the past few weeks, they’re kinda mad they didn’t realize it sooner. Of course there was a whole post on his MagiCam announcing your relationship. Just to be expected of Cater.

Deuce asked if you were okay with your relationship being out there like that and surprisingly you were, not caring how embarrassing it could be.

Ace is the one who makes you feel embarrassed about it though. He points out and laughs at all the photos Cater posts of you two. And yeah he left some satire hate comments.

The first week is almost unbearable, especially because Cater is pretty open about how his happy-go-lucky mood is because of you.

“After months of constant rizzing and going out on dates, they said yes.” He would proudly proclaim to whoever asked.

Ace accidentally cut him off mid sentence to tell him to shut up and then Deuce has to apologize. Ace is slightly hostile to Cater while Deuce is just short with him but that eventually goes away.

Whenever Cater is anywhere near by. Ace says “Oh look it’s your boyfriend go kiss him!” But before you could react Cater is already walking over and steals you for whatever reason.

➺ Trey Clover

“I managed to confess to him… Trey said yes.”

They were surprised, Trey was a wild card but it’s not like he was the worst out of the upperclassmen. But it all made more sense how when you would come over to Heartslabyul, you’d always go to the kitchen saying you’re hungry and wait around until you found Trey. Not only that you wouldn’t even eat. Same with how you randomly took an interest in baking and started taking lessons from Trey.

Deuce is awkward and Ace is slightly irritated but both congratulate you but Ace mentioned how it was weird you had to confess. Though that led to you going into a strained retell of how you confessed and how Trey reacted and how wonderful it all was.

Trey did seem sort of distant when with you but that really didn’t seem to affect how you were with him. Ace and Deuce got the slight impression Trey was inexperienced. Deuce wasn’t one to judge but Ace was the one to scoff at it.

Trey wouldn’t mention it unless anyone asked, more importantly when you saw him at lunch or during school Ace would try to push you over to him but you insisted you wanted to leave him alone. Why is that? You two didn’t seem to interact much even though you were dating.

Ace and Deuce mentioned this to Grim, just because they were nosey and all. “Seriously you think they’re distant? Man if only you KNEW… [Name] is almost never here because they’re out with Trey and when they are home they’re talking about how much they want Trey to come over.”

So that’s how it was, they’re the more hidden couples but in private they act completely differently. Additionally, that explains why you’ve been texting them less after school. They don’t have a lot to say besides the normal anguish that comes with unrequited love.

-ˋˏ Malleus Draconia

“I think me and Horton are dating?”

Oh yeah that’s pretty normal, just you announcing your possible relationship with the most powerful fae in school and the future king of Briar Valley. Now what’s with that vague wording?! It’s either you are or you aren’t.

They shake you and demand answers out of you. But you can’t answer some of them. The truth is you confessed but you received a vague answer back. “How cute… I admit somehow my heart aches with approval.” That’s all you got back.

Now Ace, you and Deuce began theorizing what it meant. You hoped it to be acceptance but the other two prayed you’d be rejected. You’ve told them everything about this “Horton” which was later to be discovered as Malleus Draconia… Despite the discovery, you still had feelings for him.

They knew who they were up against though. But they weren’t even sure if it was a competition since you’d had an interest in him and he may like you back. But they’ve never been the types to back down.

You raved about it over and over to them, though they would talk down your excitement. You were really happy and it’s not like they don’t want you to be happy but… you’re not even dating so just hold your horses. They tried to make so points like Malleus is the heir to Briar Valley so there’s issue with that and his emotions can cause devastating storms so leaving him on read may or may not tear down Ramshackle.

Regardless, you planned to meet with him again to confirm the status of your relationship and Deuce and Ace turned to Grim once they realized they couldn’t stop you.

They were trying to force Grim to go along with their plan of talking you down from dating Malleus, then to stop you from meeting with him at night by any means necessary but Grim could only do so much.

The next morning, you had small bags under your eyes but were brimming with joy, talking about how you love Horton. Besides how politically crazy your relationship is for Malleus, they’re supportive as long as you’re happy. Nothing changed much besides the fact you always want to talk about your boyfriend.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #trey clover x reader #trey clover #cater diamond x reader #heartslabyul #heartslaybul x reader #ace trappola x reader #ace trappola #deuce spade x reader #deuce spade

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criswritessometimes · 5 months ago

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the hand has 27 bones, each of mine misses each of yours.

contents - gn reader, no use of (y/n), reader can't sleep, fluff

author note // i recently got a rammie plush as an early christmas present and, it inspired me to write this; enjoy!

part 2 !!

to: schlatt <3

going to bed. love you, big guy.

delivered: 11:36 pm

this was the longest you and schlatt had been apart in your almost 3 year relationship. he was in japan for a month filming a project with jack manifold and ludwig. he wanted to bring you with him, but between the amount of time they were going to be filming and your work schedule, it just didn’t work out. so, here you were in the middle of the night alone, laying in the bed that you share with him, alone. you stare at the text on your phone and look at the clock on your bedside table. it read 4:04 am. you weren’t staying up for schlatt to text you back; that would form an unhealthy habit. however, you were tossing and turning, so you decided to look at your phone for a bit and hopefully fall asleep while using it.

screen time be damned, you swipe back to the text left on delivered. your fingers hovering over the keyboard, thinking of something to say, anything. you click on the top banner and click the call button. your phone shows the photo you took of him cuddling with jambo on his chest while they were relaxing on the couch a few weeks ago. you put the call on speaker, so you’re not holding it to your face. it rings, it rings again, and once more until it clicks, “hey this is schlatt! sorry i missed your call, text me if it’s important or i’ll try and call you back when i can. thanks!” it was his voicemail. you hang up. just listening to his voice was enough for now. you put your phone back on the nightstand to try to get some sleep and not get upset over how much you missed it. holding onto the rammie plushie that schlatt gave you early in your relationship, you roll away from your phone to sleep on your side. you can’t help but feel the lump in your throat that’s squeezing it at the same time, your lips sharply downturn, or the tears welling in your eyes, and it all comes out. you silently cry in your hands and the plush that you were holding and squeezing tighter and tighter. you try to wipe your tears, but they keep falling as you try to calm yourself down. as you do, you hear the silence of your shared home. schlatt wasn’t snoring or recording late at night.

you take a few deep breaths as you try to prevent yourself from having another meltdown over the situation. you hear a scratching at the door and a tiny ‘meow?’ at the door. jambo and soup liked cuddling with you and schaltt, so by this time of night, they were usually in bed with the both of you. you sit up in bed and get out of it, padding to the door in the dark to open it. you open the door very slightly, and Jambo pokes his head in meows, looking up at you; he comes in and winds his tail around your legs. you giggle, wiping some more tears, and bend down to pick him up. holding him like a baby, you walk back over to the bed, leaving the door open in case soup wants to join the party. you sit back in bed and put jambo on top of the covers, and he curls up almost immediately, being comforted by the smell of the sheets. as you’re about to pull the covers up, you hear your phone buzzing. turning it over to see the screen, it’s lit up by schlatt's contact poster. you answer it, putting it on speaker as you settle into bed and pet jambo.

“hey toots!” he greets; you smile hearing his voice, “you ok? sorry i missed your call, we were looking at footage from today.” “yeah i’m ok. i just missed you. the bed is too big without you in it. i'm swimming in it.” you tell him, trying to get him to laugh at the last part. he does, “awww honey, i’ll be home soon. how many more days was it? 4?” “yeah,” you nod. “but are you ok doll? you sound exhausted.” he asks, in a more serious tone and concern lacing his words. “i haven’t been sleeping super well without you here,” you admit, a little ashamed, “i know it sounds silly but you help me sleep more then you probably think.” “you sleep like a rock with me.” schlatt agrees. you sigh into the phone, “yeah.” there’s a pause, and you can feel schlatt thinking. “have you slept love?” he asks. “not tonight.” you tell him hesitantly. you hear him sigh, “aww baby, isn’t it almost 5 over there?” “yeah but i have the day so i’m just gonna tough it out today, like sleep wise.” you confessed. “i hate that you have to do that doll.” he says. “it’s been worst but since you’re coming home in a few days i feel better, and i have jambo and soup so it’s not all bad.” you tell him trying to not make him stress out to much about you. “hey tell you what, i just hung up my michigan hoodie before i left, sleep with if it still smells like me. i know that’s the main reason you steal my hoodies.” he offers, you can hear his smile at the end of the sentence teasing you. “ok maybe you’re right,” you admit, albeit in a better mood than when you answered the phone, “thank you baby.” “of course toots, i’ve gotta go to dinner, give jambs and soup a kiss for me alright. i love you, talk to you later.” schlatt says, ending the call. you agree to his request and tell him you love him before you hang up.

you throw the covers off and walk over to his side of the closet. when opening the door, you see the navy blue hoodie. grabbing it, you hold it and shove your face into it, smelling it deeply. you could tell he didn’t wash it as it still had this smell on it. you throw it over your head to put it on and are enveloped in the warmth from him. you walk back over to the bed and cuddle back up with your rammie plushie. jambo is curious to see what you have, coming over and sniffing you. he also smells schlatt on it and walks on top of you and curls up on your chest, purring away. chuckling at the sight, you were glad you weren’t the only one missing schlatt.

#schlongish #schlatt x reader #schlatt fluff #schlatt x you #jschlatt fanfic #jschlatt x you #jschlatt fluff

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munsonsmixtapes · 6 months ago

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Pretty in Pink

rockstar!eddie x popstar!reader

summary: you and Eddie get up to a lot backstage after your concert with help of the handcuffs you gave him of course

cw: MDNI (18+) bondage, oral (m receiving)

this is part two to this post!

You sit in your dressing room as you wait for your guest to show up. He's a little late, but you don't mind at all. He seemed very eager throughout the rest of the show and now you're wet beyond belief, hoping that he understands that's what you meant when you invited him backstage.

There's a knock on your door and you hurry to answer it. Eddie is on the other side, still twirling the handcuffs around his finger. He has a flirty look in his eye and you're quick to pull him inside. He looks even hotter close up and you need him right now before you take care of the mess yourself.

"You look stunning," he says as his hands move to your waist.

"So do you," you nod, your arms wrapping around your Eddie's neck. "Even better up close."

Eddie has been your celebrity crush for as long as you can remember. You've had the posters of his band up in your room, all the CDs and you even went to a few Corroded Coffin concerts. This is something you've only dreamed about, not even thinking about it being real.

But here he is, in your arms, looking so good that it's almost unfair. You desperately want to run your hands through his hair, giving it a tug when he does something you particularly like. You want to hear him moan your name as you scratch down his back as he sinks into you, fucking you so hard that you won't be able to walk afterwards.

"You are saying all the right things, sweetheart," he compliments as he backs you further into the room as the door slams behind him. His hands are on your waist as he pushes you against your vanity, pressing his lips firmly to yours. He's quick to slide his tongue into your mouth and you moan in response.

"That's a pretty sound, sweetheart," he says as he pulls away. "Wanna make it again for me?" All you can do is nod as Eddie's lips make contact with your neck. It starts as gentle kisses but he's quick to suck on the spot right under your ear, eliciting a gasp from you but it quickly turns into a moan as your eyes flutter closed.

"Yeah," he encourages. "Just like that." Eddie's other hand moves up to rest on your jaw, moving your head to the side to give him more access to your neck. He presses himself into you so you can see how hard he is and your moans are only making it worse.

He won't lie, he's been crushing on your from afar and this exact situation has been part of his late night fantasies. He's jacked off to the thought of you more times that he can count and now he thinks he wants you to do the honors. But he thinks it's only right that he makes you come first.

"oh my god," you moan as you grab onto the back of Eddie's jacket, your nails digging into it as his teeth glid across your skin, his free hand sliding up your thigh and pauses when his fingers come into contact with your cunt.

"No underwear?" He asks. "How scandalous," he says as he shoves his fingers inside you, causing you to gasp again. He pumps his fingers in and out rapidly and you hold onto the edge of the vanity as your knees begin to buckle.

"I was wearing some, earlier, but I removed them, since-" your sentence is cut off my another moan and your back arches as you reach your orgasm as Eddie's teeth slide across your neck once again, his fingers still pumping in and out of you.

"Look so pretty like this," he says as his fingers slide out of you, his tongue swiping across the spot to diffuse the sting. "But I bet you'd look even better on your knees." He pulls you to him then rests his hands on your shoulders pushing down down onto your knees where he wants you.

Once you're there, he gets down on your level, grabbing the fuzzy, pink handcuffs from the vanity where he left them then loops them around one of the legs of the vanity before putting your hands on the cuffs, tightening them to where there's no way you can escape.

Eddie unbuckles his belt then pulls his pants down, followed by his underwear and your mouth waters as you think about taking his giant cock into your mouth. You're so desperate to know what he tastes like, to feel the head hit the back of your throat.

You feel drool pooling in your mouth and it’s starting to drip down your chin. Eddie steps closer, his cock hanging in your face and he chuckles as he wipes the spit from your chin.

“Want me in your mouth that bad, sweetheart?” He asks and you nod.

“Need you so bad,” you whine and open up as Eddie slides his cock into your mouth. His hands slide into your hair as he pumps in and out, your tongue swirling around the head as you try your best to suck on him despite his rapid movement.

He’s moaning because of your work and you think you’re going to come again just from hearing the sound. It’s hot and sexy and filthy and you don’t know how you’ve been able to go so long without hearing it.

“That’s it, baby,” he encourages. “Could fuck your mouth all night. Bet you’d like that, huh?”

You nod in response and Eddie pauses so you can have a chance to suck him off and you take the opportunity to do so, sucking as hard as you can, your cheeks hollowing.

Eddie’s own knees are buckling and he feels like he’s already close as another moan passes his lips. He continues to fuck your mouth, harder and faster this time. He fits all of himself into your mouth and you don’t even care that your eyes are tearing up or that you’re so close to choking.

You gag but you just can’t stop as you feel his cum sliding down your throat as his hands fist your hair. You continue to suck as Eddie throws his head back, his head shutting tight in pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moans loudly and as soon as he comes again, Eddie removes himself from your mouth as your tongue swipes along the tip one more time before swallowing.

Eddie drops to his knees and presses his lips to yours before reaching up to unlock the handcuffs.

“Look so pretty in pink, sweetheart,” he says as he captures your lips with his again, bringing your hands to his lips, pressing sweet kisses to them.

He then rises to his feet, pulling you with him. He then takes a tissue from the vanity and cleans himself up before pulling up his boxers and jeans, pulling you along as he heads towards the door.

“We could go back to my hotel,” he tells you as his hands rests on the door. “The whole building can know just how good I am at fucking you.”

“That sounds fun,” you reply in a flirty tone and Eddie presses a kiss to your lips before leading you out to the street where a car picks you up to take you back to Eddie’s hotel where you spend the entire night into the morning between the sheets. It was definitely something you could have gotten used to and knew you had to spend as much time with him as you could before you both left the city.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #rockstar!eddie x popstar!reader #rockstar!eddie

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hp-hcs · 1 year ago

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i see your theo and mattheo are bottoms post so i ask of you BOTTOM 👏🏻 YANDERE 👏🏻 FICS 👏🏻 i'd go feral if you dropped any plsplspls 😭‼️

• smut • hook up boyfriend — yandere! switch! theodore nott x male! switch! toxic! reader

look at this little bottom bitch he’s mine back off

so, my boyfriend proofreads most of my works on here, and i gave him my rough draft for this ask. he then said, and i quote, "jesus christ, [hp-hcs]. you write smut like a nun." and then he took my phone from me. so basically, this is a long winded way of saying that my boyfriend helped me write all the smexy stuff. tell me if I should let him keep helping me or if he's a god awful smut writer who should not be allowed within a hundred feet of my tumblr, mkay?

INCREDIBLY TOXIC READER JFC WHYD I MAKE YOU SUCH A MANIPULATIVE BASTARD IDK

WARNINGS: SMUT MDNI, amab reader, switch reader, implied unprotected sex w/ multiple sexual partners (you’re not magic irl. wrap it before you tap it.), lot of power dynamic changes—traditional top dom/bottom sub but also some top sub/bottom dom stuff as well, toxic shit in general, lot of manipulation, pretty mild yandere from theo, degradation, praise

i’m of the opinion that theo would be a bottom/dom just so that he could save face for posterity

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“What do you mean I can’t hook up with him?”

“Because you’re already hooking up with me!”

“So? We’re not exclusive, Theodore.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Friends with benefits. That’s it. I’m not beholden to give you my loyalty and undivided attention, dipshit.”

Theo growls and runs a hand through his hair while he paces around his dorm. You lay back on his bed, watching him with a bored expression.

“But he’s my best friend, Y/n!”

“Mhm. He’s also a damn good fuck.”

“I don’t need to know that!”

“Why not? You seem to enjoy fucking your friends, no?” You shrug, stretching out across his bed without a single care. “Maybe you ought to add Matty to your hook up rotation.”

“Matty?”

“Yeah? I’ve got nicknames for all my partners, Teddy-Bear.”

“All?!” Theo splutters. “Well- well, tell me this. Does he even satisfy you? Do you ever think of me when he’s fucking you?”

“He’s the bottom, actually.”

“Wh- huh?”

“He’s the bottom,” you repeat. “Why are you shocked? You’re well aware I’m a switch, Theo. And everyone knows that Mattheo is a Bottom-with-a-capital-B.”

A flame of white-hot jealousy heats up Theo’s skin. He grits his teeth in barely-restrained anger; it’s as if just saying the wrong thing right now would cause him to snap and go hunt down Riddle to put his head on a pike.

“I could be your Bottom-with-a-capital-B. You don’t need Riddle. You’re mine, and I’m yours. Got that?”

You snort. “No offense, Teddy, but I couldn’t see you bottoming in a million years. You’re my top hook up. I’ve got bottom hook ups so that you don’t have to do that.”

He stubbornly crosses his arms over his chest. “Well, maybe it’s high time you teach me how to bottom then. I don’t want you seeing other people. Especially if it’s just because they give you something I’m too chicken to.”

You blink. “Huh. That’s some weirdly endearing possessive dedication, love.”

“I aim to please,” he says dryly, those unnervingly dead eyes of his seeming like they could see inside your soul when he stares at you.

You consider the offer before a wicked grin slowly spreads across your face. “I bet you do, darling.”

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"Sh-shit! Fuck! Y-Y/n, I-"

“You gonna cum, pretty boy? Hm? Already?” He whimpers and nods frantically, his fingers scrabbling for hold on your shoulders and leaving stinging nail-bitten marks across your back.

Your teasing relents a bit at the sight of his blissed-out expression. Theo’s mouth hangs open in ecstasy, his eyes shut tightly and his back arching up from the mattress.

You groan at the sight of him splayed out under you. You grip his cock, reveling in his whimpers, and quickly start jacking him off in time to your thrusts. “C’mon, baby. You can do it. Be a good boy for me.”

His entire body stiffens as he cums with a moan that would make even a Muggle porn star blush.

You groan and start to slow down, but before you can fully pull out, he locks his knees around your hips to keep you in place.

"D-don't you fucking dare. More.”

“More?” You tease gently, hesitant to continue despite his request. “What a fucking slut you are, Teddy-Bear. Insatiable.”

He growls at your hesitance, far too impatient for that kind of bullshit.

He grips your shoulders, his knees tightening around your hips again as he uses all of that hot boy quidditch strength to roll you both over.

You let out a tiny yelp of surprise as he flips you onto your back. He whimpers loudly and moans at the shift in position, having to tuck his face into your neck for a moment while he collects himself.

Your hand moves up to comb your fingers through his hair, but he knocks it away before you can.

He sits up, supporting his weight with his hands flat on your chest, and takes a shaky breath at the shift of positions. “Want you t’ cum too.”

Your hands find his hips and grip them firmly, your breath becoming uneven as he starts to grind back and forth.

You help him raise himself up then lower his body again, listening to his sweet moans. As he finds a steady rhythm, you watch as his thighs begin to tremble.

“Merlin- I’ll never complain about you getting tired while riding me ever again. This is a fucking workout.”

“You’ll be fine. You’re not on the quidditch team for nothing.”

That was apparently the wrong thing to say.

His face darkens.

Maybe he just doesn’t like me bringing up his teammates while we’re literally fucking, you consider. Maybe he-

“How good of a fuck is Riddle anyways, huh? Could he ever ride you like this?”

Ah.

Fuck.

Mattheo’s on the quidditch team as well.

Theo starts moving with passion, roughly slamming down on you. “I asked you a question.”

“G-god- Theo!” You gasp, caught off guard by the sudden influx of sensations.

“Answer me.”

You whine and scratch your short fingernails over his abs, marveling at the pink and red lines that bloom at the surface a half-second later. “C-could never be as good as you, love. Shit- you’re perfect.”

He shivers at the sensation and grins slyly. “Perfect, huh?”

“Perfect,” you repeat, cupping the back of his neck and pulling him in for a slow kiss.

He sighs against your lips, returning the kiss. The sweet moment is cut off by you suddenly jerking your hips up into him and cursing loudly.

“Fuck- you feel so fucking good, babe-”

He gasps and his fingers claw frantically at your shoulders for any kind of support. “Merlin- I’m gonna-”

You watch as Theo’s second orgasm hits him and he goes practically boneless, slumping over on top of you.

He’s spasming around you like mad, and you can’t help but moan loudly when you cum just seconds later.

You both lay there in silence for a moment, trying to catch your breaths. Theo slowly eases himself off of your dick and rolls over to lay beside you.

“What‘s the final verdict?” You grin cheekily after a moment. “You a pillow prince now or nah?”

“Mmm…nah. I think I can settle for the label of switch though.”

“Aha! Welcome to the dark side!”

“Yeah, yeah. Shush. Now, roll over, I’m on top this time.”

~~~

“I heard you’re going steady with someone now.”

“Mm…mhm,” Theo hums an affirmative around the cigarette in his mouth, one hand cupped around the flame of his lighter as he lit it.

“Who’s the lucky fella?”

“Your ex-fuckbuddy.”

“Which one?”

“Y/n.”

Mattheo’s brow furrows. “Y/n? Y/n and I have never slept together.”

Theo suddenly launches into a coughing fit as he chokes on his lungful of smoke. “What?”

“Now, don’t get me wrong. I’d hit that in a heartbeat if he offered. But, I’m also like ninety percent sure that you’d kill me if I did that, and I rather enjoy being not-murdered, believe it or not. He is incredibly hot though.”

Theo just stared, his mouth hanging open.

You never slept with Mattheo?

What?

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- I COULD CHANGE YOUR LIFE —

chap 3 , come visit me in jail — | — ...back — | — next...

summary: the morning after you and chris bond, he just seems to fall deeper in love with you and your amazing personality. he falls so deep that when he sees a negative comment on your recent instagram post, he feels he has no choice but to do something about it.

pairing: stalker!chris × singer!reader

warnings + topics: cursing, stalking, weapons, murder, blood, obsessive behavior, breaking & entering, crying, chris is crazy, choking, drowning, etc. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THESE TOPICS.

author's note: here's where it starts to get intense.....👀

author's note 2: series title mention in this one has me floating🗣🗣

word count: 6.6k

"bet i could change your life."

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mysteriousman no tag in the first photo i see....

-> y/nwhosthat didn't even know there were tags on this app??

-> y/nsonlylove says the girl who uses them in every single one of her posts🙁 u got them searching for answers now

hearts4chrissy i know my man's hands when i see them chris honey come home💔

latinosfory/n they are reaching omg😭

matthew.sturniolo all these rumors and im still focused on the frank ocean lyrics🤷‍♂️

-> y/nwhosthat everyone should be focused on his inspiring lyrics

-> wishingherwell MATT???

theyenvy.michael ugly ass girl tf get off this app👎

chris feels a sudden anger wash over him as he reads the most recent comment on y/n's post, and his hand wraps even tighter around his phone before he clicks on the guy's profile.

he's 20, and he's also in boston. chris scrolls down, cringing at his weird objectifying comment in his bio, "ho's are only useful in the kitchen, i stand by my statement🤷‍♂️"

fucking douchebag, chris thinks as he scrolls down on his page. he clicks on michael's recent post and is met with a mirror picture of the boy in his messy bedroom. there's posters of half-naked girls and polaroids of him and his friends on the white walls behind him.

he scrolls left, and there's a video. chris doesn't even need to watch it because when he sees the first frame, he already knows he might lose it. the first frame shows off michaels blurry foot only inches away from a small puppy on the side of the road. the brunette feels sick already. how many red flags did this guy have?

another scroll and chris finds himself looking at a blurred picture of michael and his friend hugging. only one normal photo in this entire dump. chris doesn't even want to scroll down further on his page.

as he turns off his phone and throws it to the side, his free hand clenches into a fist. chris has never felt this angry before, and just the thought of michaels comment makes him even angrier.

before getting up, he grabs his phone. he runs up the stairs, heading straight for nicks room as he barges in. he stands at the doorway and watches as his brother jumps in shock.

his hair is still messy, not having time to do it before chris came in, "chris, what the fuck!"

"oh my god, you almost gave me a heart attack. fuck you," the older boy grumbles before walking over to his bed and sitting at the edge, "what'd you need?"

nick's tone is softer now, and he pats the side of his bed in a motion for chris to come over and sit. chris does just that, taking a few deep breaths before he throws himself back against his brothers bed.

"i don't know. i wanted to ask if you've ever felt so angry that you just wanna destroy everything around you." chris sighs, propping himself up on his elbows to look at the dark-haired boy beside him.

he just laughs softly, nodding, "yeah, almost always. why, what's going on?" there's a subtle look of concern on his face, and chris frowns.

chris shrugs, eyes trailing off to look at the wall across from him, "i was... reading comments, and i saw one that infuriated me like nothing did before. and, nick, i know you've told me not to let 'em get to me, but..." he takes his lower lip between his teeth, "this time it was on a loved-ones post, and i can't control it anymore."

nick frowns, his concern rising as his eyes meet his brothers, "okay. just talk to me, i don't want you doing anything... bad this time. remember what matt and i have told you to do when you feel that way. take deep breaths, yeah?"

chris' eyes widen at his brother's first words, his chest feeling tighter as he suddenly finds it harder to breathe. his mind wanders back to that night.

"hey!" a man's voice is heard from behind chris and his brothers, and the younger boy is the first to turn. he recognizes that voice, and it only ticks him off further.

chris waves his hand, a small gesture that even makes him cringe. why was he wasting his energy on this dick? the guy doesn't wave back, only scoffing as he stomps in chris' direction.

"what's up?" there's a faux look of happiness on the brunettes face as he steps forward, now right in front of the much taller guy, "c'mon, talk that shit you were spitting all over madi's posts, you weren't scared when you posted it."

the brown-eyed man laughs, tilting his head as he squints his eyes at chris, "i'm not scared now, either. the fuck? i said she was a dumb bitch who can't even—"

chris doesn't even let him finish, his head filling with so many thoughts he couldn't even comprehend. his entire body felt hot, like he was on fire. the one thought that was screaming out to him finally pushed it's way in front, kill him.

he lands the first hit on the guys cheek, and it's not soft. he doesn't stop either, his free hand coming up to punch the man in the stomach. his motions are quick, and he doesn't give the man time to think before punching him right in the nose.

the blond stumbles back, coughing as his nose leaks red down to his lip. his head turns back up, looking right as chris before he stomps up to him and swings right at his face.

nick gasps as he watches chris fall to the ground, his lip and nose already bleeding red. matt comes up to the guy, standing between his brother and the infuriated man in front of him, "hey, hey, let's calm down, yeah? this was a misunderstanding."

"misunderstanding? no, i don't think it is. i know what i said, and i'm not gonna take it back. who even are you, you look like a fuckin' mamas boy."

matt inhales sharply, looking back up at the man before he begins to speak again, "listen, we don't want this to get any more violent than it's already become. let's just talk about it?"

the taller man laughs, wiping his bloodied nose with the back of his hand as he looks down at matt, "nah, you're little boyfriend over there can speak for himself. wait, he can't, can he? pussy ass bitch."

chris groans as he stands to his feet, nick hurrying to grab him before he does anything worse and possibly get sent to the hospital.

matt only sighs, his skin starting to crawl slightly at the man's words, "we're not doing this, sir. my brother didn't mean anything, and we're sorry, okay? let's just leave it at that."

he feels himself get pushed back, and only then does he look up at the brown-eyed boy.

"matt, let's go." nick calls from behind him, eyes moving to the beaten-up guy in front of his two brothers, "we're leaving, it's over now!" he yells to the guy, dragging chris by his shoulders in the opposite direction.

chris struggles against his older brothers grip, and when he digs his nails into nicks skin, he finally lets go. matt is pushed out of the way as chris lunges toward the man.

his hands go for his neck, squeezing tightly as they both stumble to the ground. chris' fall is shielded by the body under him, but the older man's fall isn't. chris doesn't hear the crack as they fall to the floor, his head pounding so loudly he can barely even hear his brothers screaming at him to stop.

but he doesn't, tears brimming in his eyes as he remembers the look on his best friends face as she showed him. chris never wanted madi to feel that way ever again, and he was gonna make sure she never did.

"chris, get the fuck off of him!" matt almost screams, his voice low as to not alert anybody around the area.

nick stands there in shock, the empty parking lot now feeling much bigger than it was. he felt like if he ran he would never be able to escape.

chris sobs as matt drags his weak body off the unconscious guy, holding his brother in his arms as they fall to the floor softly. matts grip is tight on his younger brothers waist as he holds him close, his eyes wide in fear as he watches blood pool around the blonds head.

"fuck. i'm sorry, matt," chris doesn't know what else to say, he doesn't even know why he's apologizing to his brother, "'m sorry, i—i didn't mean to.."

matt drowns out the sound of nick gagging behind him as he tries to reassure the brunette in his arms, shushing his softly as he looks around for any passerby who maybe saw what happened.

nick is hunched over, his back facing both of his brothers as he throws up. this wasn't the type of night he was expecting, and it sure as hell was the one he's experienced, "oh my god, chris."

"did you fucking kill him..?" nick gags again at the thought, not even being able to turn around to look at the body.

"chris." the brunette jumps at the sudden voice, his eyes snapping towards his brother as he finally comes back to reality, "were you listening? i said that—"

"yeah, yeah. i was... listening." chris smiles sweetly before jumping off the bed and going to leave, "thanks, nick. seriously."

the taller boy smiles, and chris gives him an awkward wave before closing the door and making his way down the stairs.

his fingers run across the handrail as he descends down the stairs, the smooth texture soothing him in the slightest but then being taken away as he turns the corner to the kitchen.

eating would get his mind off things. plus, he hasn't eaten since lunch yesterday, going straight to bed after he got home from y/ns house. he felt like he had the world in his hands and he didn't want anybody to ruin that, so he just slept.

sleeping always made him feel better, more energized, and somehow even happier. but when he woke up and had to face the real world, he just felt weaker, smaller. he felt like all eyes were on him and everybody around him was judging him.

as chris reaches for a cabinet, his phone buzzes in his back pocket. great, just what he needed. grabbing it, he unlocks it with his face and then swipes down for his notifications. his face lights up, and his lips curve into a smile as he sees y/ns username at the top.

he quickly taps on the text, holding the device with both hands as he leans against the corner of the counter, now too focused on his phone to even remember what he came in here to do.

chris' demeanor changes quickly at the new information that michael is y/ns ex-boyfriend. he hasn't let her go, and that was gonna be a huge obstacle in his plan.

he'd need to get rid of him, and he'd need to do it quickly. they always sooner than later, right? it's better to get the job done first than to set it aside and maybe even forget about the task.

chris also wasn't interested in seeing michaels comments on y/ns posts any longer. sure, this was the first time he's seen them, but the boy definitely wasn't gonna stop and chris never wanted to see that fucking profile picture again.

so, that's how he found himself running down the second flight of stairs and down the hallway to his room. he knew what he needed, he thought about this entire thing before he'd even met michael. he was planning on using this for jamie, but then he wouldn't be able to hear your beautiful voice for way longer.

michael was the perfect victim as well. he wasn't well known, and he sure as hell wasn't a likable person, so who would miss him or even notice his sudden disappearance? fuck, even chris wouldn't and he was gonna be the one doing the job.

the door to his room swung open, and chris immediately headed for his walk-in closet, shutting the door as to make sure no one would see him. he couldn't have his brothers knowing, they'd probably put him in a mental institution this time.

chris turned around, back facing the door as he moved his shirts, spreading them apart to reveal the small shelf behind the clothing articles. there was another black box, but this time it was wooden and a little bigger than the one he kept for y/n.

he wasn't careful when opening the box, throwing the lid behind him and hearing the small thud as it landed on the carpet. he reached into the box, pulling out a safety pin to unlock the doors. the last thing he pulled out was a lengthy knife, the handle fitting perfectly in his grip.

chris didn't know anything about actual murderers, but he definitely got a good knife to do the job. maybe he wouldn't even have to use it, he didn't really want to, either. he wanted his hands around that boys neck while he begged for chris to take mercy on him.

he wanted to see tears brimming in his eyes as the life was being squeezed out of him, slowly. chris knew that he wanted michael to have a slow death, a painful one, and suffocating was definitely up on his list.

before rearranging his closet again, chris placed the lid back on and grabbed his items. he took his backpack as well, storing the 2 small items in there along with some binders to cover them up. he was sure someone would recognize him out here, and he wasn't gonna risk anything.

he slipped on a dark grey hoodie along with a black jacket, finishing off the outfit with some black jeans and a pair of black air forces. it was a sketchy outfit, but who cared? chris was breaking into someone's house. he didn't need to be stylish right now.

all that was on his mind was michael and the many options of how he could do this. chris paced back and forth in the empty space of his room, rubbing his temples in an effort to soothe the growing headache that he was facing. his mind was screaming with every possible thought imaginable, some of them telling him to back out and others telling him to man up and stop being a pussy.

chris would hold off a little longer, though. it was still bright out and he wasn't gonna do this in the daylight, he wasn't that uneducated in things like this. he'd watched some serial killer documentaries, so he'd say he knew... stuff.

it was 2:55 when he stopped thinking about the entire thing, his head going elsewhere as hunger overcame him. now he remembered what he was in the kitchen for earlier, a snack.

as chris walks up the stairs, he sees matt leaning against the kitchen counter on his phone. there's a smirk on his face as he chuckles softly at whatever he was watching.

the microwave is on, the buzz being the only sound other than matts quiet breathing and chris' footsteps entering the kitchen. he's still dressed in his black outfit, and matt puts his phone to the side just to look his brother up and down.

"are you on your way to a funeral or..?" matt questioned with a smile on his face, cocking an eyebrow at chris as he finally stepped foot into the kitchen. the first thing he did was grab a pepsi, setting it on the dining table before leaning down to open the freezer.

"no, just decided to wear whatever i first saw. i'm going out with sam tonight, so i probably won't be back until late." chris hums as he pulls out a mini pizza before walking over to where matt is standing.

matt moves over slightly, looking up to check the timer on the microwave only to see it's been just a few seconds. he groans as his head turns back to chris, watching as he takes the frozen pizza out of the box and sets it on a metal pan.

he preheats the oven and then lets the pizza sit on the stove as he goes over to sit at the table. matt joins him soon after, deciding to chat with his brother to pass the time.

"where are you goin'?" the older brunette asks, picking at the hang nails that stood out on his fingers. he winced as he pulled one off, shaking his hand by his side in an effort to stop the pain.

chris looks over at his brother, emotion unreadable as he stares at his brother with nothing behind his eyes, "oh. we're gonna.. meet up with this guy. he says he's got somethin' to show us."

matt nods, confusion washing over him as he sees chris' dilated pupils. it couldn't be the lighting, they just replaced the bulbs and it wasn't even dark yet. what was he thinking about?

"cool...? just be safe, i don't want anything bad happening to you." matt huffs, patting his brothers shoulder before getting up to check on his food.

chris turns in his seat, watching as matt stops the microwave and takes out his bowl of ramen, "i'm always safe, don't worry about me, matt. we're the same age, and you treat me like a baby."

matt raises both of his eyebrows in an exasperated manner, grabbing a fork out of a cabinet as he blows on the steaming bowl, "yeah, i wonder why."

chris laughs, "fuck off, matt." his brother chuckles as he walks past chris and back up the stairs to his room, leaving chris alone with his thoughts. again.

the brunette made a quiet beat on the table, tapping it and nodding his head as he recreated the beat to one of his favorite songs. once the oven beeped, chris got up and placed the metal tray into the oven and set a timer.

chris went to sit back down, stopping when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket again. this time, it wasn't a text from y/n, but a dm from her ex. michael.

theyenvy.michael — the fuck is you trying to steal my girl for?

you — im not? y/n is just my friend, kid. also aren't u her ex? ong ur trying too hard

theyenvy.michael — nah, she's my bitch fr. stay tf away from her, aight?

you — right. bcuz she's totally okay with u calling her a bitch. get tf off my dick....

you — she fr dodged a bullet when breaking up w you. ur profile is not it.

theyenvy.michael — ur not bouta dodge my bullet👎 watch out bro

chris scoffed, cracking open the lid of his pepsi as he took a sip. who did this kid think he was? chris wasn't scared of him. if anything, michael should be afraid. he should be terrified of what's about to happen tonight.

but he's not gonna be because he's not gonna know. chris loved taking people by surprise, jumping out at the perfect moment, and having a good laugh about it. only tonight, chris would be the only one laughing. chris would be the only one still alive to laugh.

the brunette glanced at the time again, 3:20. he didn't want to wait but he had to, nobody could see him. if anybody did, he would be the main suspect in the murder. chris couldn't even have a single thing that would point at him. chris couldn't even have y/—

"chris!" nick's voice breaks chris out of his trance, his head snapping towards the staircase that nick basically flies down, "oh my gosh, you're never gonna believe me!"

the brunettes eyes widen in terror, his mind racing with endless ideas as he looks to his brother for answers, the same expression on his face, "what? nick, what happened?!"

nick squealed, gripping onto chris' shoulders as he shook him violently, "there's a track on y/ns new album featuring melanie!"

chris' face drops, and he almost shoves his brother to the floor as he stands to his feet, "you are by far the worst person to announce news ever." he scowls, turning around to check on his mini pizza.

"come on, it's huge news! i seriously didn't know that y/n and melanie knew each other and oh my gosh! the song title just makes me even more excited—" nick trails off as he stares at chris, who is taking the metal tray out of the oven and placing it on the stove.

"and you're not listening." nick frowns, and chris parts his lips to speak.

"oh, no, i am. i just don't find this topic interesting, seeing as you're the only person in this house who cares about melanie martinez." chris shrugs, and nick raises an eyebrow at the boy as he leans against the dining table.

"what's up your your ass? you were just all happy-go-lucky, and now you're acting like a dick. did someone say something or...?" nick asks, head tilting in confusion as he watches chris transfer his pizza to a paper plate.

the younger brunette sighs, letting his shoulders relax as he shuts his eyes softly, "sorry. i'm just stressed, there's a bunch of things on my mind right now."

"like what?" nick pushes quietly, taking chris' previous seat the table.

chris stays silent, eyes opening again as he holds his breath. once his face begins to turn red, he speaks, "uh, work. social media, stuff like that."

nick sighs, nodding, "we can always take a break, you know?"

a break, seriously? chris thinks to himself. how could chris ever catch a break and let himself relax while all this was happening around him? he had to keep y/n safe, he had to get rid of anything and anyone who bothered her, and he had to film videos with his brothers. he just couldn't find time to let himself rest.

"i can't." he finally mutters, staring down at the marble counter as his fingers tap against it. he hears nick get up behind him.

then, he feels a hand on his shoulder, "you can, chris. just take things slow, focus on yourself for a little while. i promise you'll feel better." his voice is soft, calming, reassuring.

but chris doesn't know if he can trust that little change of tone. it wasn't that easy to just let everything go, not for him at least.

he couldn't even let a simple comment go past him. chris just always needed to do something about it and he hated it. he hated that he was like this. why was he like this?

chris didn't even know he crying until nick started to pat his back, muttering, "it's okay, i got you. let it out."

what was happening to him?

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matthew.sturniolo kids off his meds

-> christophersturniolo kid is alive

y/nwhosthat u said u were going to sleep, ur really breaking my heart christopher💔

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-> trevssturn these secret relationship rumors are starting to become a lil believable...

-> matthewslovee babe the rumors are based off one post😭 let's settle down

nicolassturniolo oh brother what's he on about now

-> christophersturniolo shhh im plotting👀

xx4mygf notice how the only comment he hasn't replied to is y/ns

theyenvy.michael im ong coming for you lil boy

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8:45, chris stood on the sidewalk across from michaels house. he turned his head down, looking at the picture he had screenshotted of a car, michaels car in his driveway.

he found it when scrolling deeper, almost throwing up at all the horrific things he found on the page. he was surprised nobody had reported him yet, he was sick. michael had also been stupid enough to take a picture of himself right in front of the 4 numbers on his house.

as for the street, well chris didn't need to search much for that either. again, michael led him right to it, posting a video of himself walking down the sidewalk with his friends as they laughed about something stupid.

chris was waiting here for a few minutes, pacing up and down the sidewalk so as not to seem suspicious and get caught by michaels neighbors. he didn't want to get asked any questions today, especially not when he was right in front of his first victims house.

as he started to get impatient, chris looked around before running across the street and quickly jumping the fence. he landed on his feet perfectly and quietly snuck to the back door of the house, looking around the house through the sliding glass door.

sliding his backpack off his shoulders, he kneeled in front of the lock, grabbing the safety pin before sticking it into the key-hole and twisting it around. he took his bottom lip between his teeth in concentration as he continued to try and pick at the lock, smiling when he heard the click.

as he stood up, throwing the safety pin somewhere behind him in the grass and throwing his backpack on his shoulders again, he slid the door open carefully. he listened to the soft sounds of the neighborhood, trying to pick up any sound of talking or footsteps coming closer.

when he didn't, he threw the door open and stepped in before shutting the door again. his fingertips slid across the dusty frame of the door carelessly before he shut it again and traveled deeper into the house.

his eyes landed on the freezer first before roaming all around the kitchen. it was trashed, like nobody had lived here in ages and rats had taken over, but there were none, only open chip bags and splatters of unknown sauce. crumbs adorned the floor, crunching under chris' feet as he took steps toward the fridge.

what's the harm in getting a little snack? he was hungry due to walking here all the way from his house, and michael wouldn't mind. he would he gone, so who would care?

chris grabbed an orange popsicle from the freezer before closing it and making his way to the living room. he took a seat at the couch, putting his feet up on the coffee table as he licked at the frozen treat.

when the brunette had finished it, he threw the damp stick into the garbage by the entertainment center before walking to the window at the front of the house. he kneeled in front of his, elbows resting on the windowsill as he waited for michael.

as he waited, his backpack suddenly felt heavier on his shoulders, the feeling of guilt and regret starting to wear on him. was he seriously gonna do this? it wasn't like he didn't want to. it was just that... he didn't even know, honestly.

he knew he was doing it for him and y/ns relationship, so they could live happily with no distractions or obstacles. but, then again, they would still have to face arguments, the publics opinion, and the many rumors that would start to spread. that's why, when chris finally gets you, you'll both flee the city and live somewhere together. alone where nobody could find you guys.

sure, chris would have to explain why, but it didn't matter. if you really loved him, you wouldn't care the things he's done to get there. or maybe you will. maybe you'll hate him and turn him into the cops. if that's the case, then chris might just have to get rid of—

"hey!" chris jumped at the muffled sound of a mans voice, and he turned his head to look in the direction of it, "come on, oscar."

it was michael, tugging roughly on the leash of his dog so as to get him to follow michael. the dog did follow him, his head hung low as his paws patted the concrete below them with quiet thuds.

chris just wanted to rush him right now, but he couldn't. he had to wait until he was inside, catch him off guard in the safety of his own home where he thought everything was normal. he would take care of the dog later in a... better way than what he'd do with his owner.

he jumped back as he heard the brown-eyed boys' footsteps, leaving the windowsill as he made his way further into the house. he hid in a closet down the hallway, shutting the door with a quiet thud as he stayed as still as he possibly could.

the door opened, and chris heard the click of the leash being undone, followed by the footsteps of both michael and oscar. chris watched through the blinds of the closet as michael put his dog into the metal kennel before shrugging his own backpack off and placing it on top of the kennel.

he walked down the hallway, and chris swore he felt michaels eyes staring right into his. he shuddered at the feeling, tensing up when michael neared and round the corner to his room.

chris heard a door open, and then rummaging. the brunette quickly jumped out of the closet and turned the corner, walking into michaels room and seeing his back turned as he faced his own closet. chris' eyes flickered between his bathroom and michael before he stepped closer.

when michael began to turn, chris threw his backpack off and grabbed the black-haired boy by the hood of his jacket, tugging him backward and hearing him gag.

"what the f—" chris quickly shut him up by throwing him against his wall harshly, hearing michael gasp as the wind was knocked out of him.

his eyes widened as chris stomped toward him, his hands going straight for the neck as he began to squeeze. the brunette felt another cold pair of hands on his as he stared michael in the eyes, his brown ones wide and filled with terror as he recognized chris.

chris' just stared, a smile creeping onto his face as he pressed michael harder against the wall. the shorter boy strained against him, choked noises falling from his lips with the little air he had.

"help—" a strangled cry left him, eyes brimming with tears as his vision became blurry. chris noticed, and he almost felt guilty. almost, "plea—sorry! i.."

this wasn't enough for chris. sure, michael would die in his hands, slowly and painfully, but chris wanted him to really feel it. when michaels eyes started to flutter shut, chris let go of him, letting the boy stumble to the ground.

the brown-eyed boy gasped for air, grasping his neck softly and rubbing the area where chris had squeezed. there was anger slowly creeping into him, the fear now long gone as his eyes darted around the messy room.

michael began to crawl, and chris let him. the brunette didn't let the boy go far, grabbing him by the hair and dragging him toward the hallway. michael kicked his feet, grunting but not even trying to yell. he was still confident he could win the fight, and chris gave him credit for that.

"let me go you fuckin' freak!" he struggled, and chris just ignored him as he continued to drag him down the hallway and to the bathroom, "bark, you useless piece of shit!" michael yelled at his dog, and oscar only looked at him sadly.

chris kicked the boy in the back, making him cry out before throwing him further into the small bathroom. the brunette shut the door, locking it before turning around to grab michael again.

he grabbed him by his hair again before throwing him against the wall just for the fun of it, smiling as he saw the hurt look on the shorter boys face. chris stepped further into the bathroom, leaning over the tub as he went to turn the water on. he reached his hand in, plugging the drain and watching as the water began to fill up.

michaels eyes widened in terror, his hopes going down as he watched chris turn back to him. more tears fell from his eyes as his body began to tremble. he felt pain everywhere, and he couldn't even move an inch without feeling a sharp sting. chris squatted in front of the boy, tilting his head as his hoodie fell off his head.

"where did that tough boy on the internet go, huh? or are you seriously just a poser." chris scoffed, taunting the boy with a sadistic smile on his face. when michael didn't answer, chris began to yell, "answer me!"

michael winced, sniffling as he listened to the water in the tub, "i don't have to answer to you, asshole. you're not gonna fuckin' do anything. you're scared."

chris raised an eyebrow, chuckling softly as he moved closer. he watched as michael flinched, and only then did a pang of guilt hit him. his smile dropped, and he just stared michael in the eyes. his gaze was dark, full of anger, guilt, sadness, and so many more emotions he couldn't even comprehend.

"i'm not scared, michael. you're shaking, look at you. you should be absolutely terrified of what's to come. nobody will notice you're gone because you're a fucking maniac that nobody loves. not even y/n still loves you, kid, you're trying too hard." chris masks his feelings with a smile, patting michaels cheek in a teasing manner before standing up to check on the tub again.

he turns the handle, stopping the water from flowing out before his turns back to the brown-eyed boy on the floor, "never said i was a nice guy, did i?" chris laughs at the scared expression on his face, walking over to him and watching as he tries to crawl away.

chris only grabs him by the hair again, dragging him harshly toward the tub as he hears michael scream and cry for mercy, begging chris to let him go. chris ignores him, resting his free hand on the edge of the tub as he drags michael toward him.

his knees are on the tiled floors, and chris gives him a soft wave before dunking his head into the cold water and watching as bubbles erupt from the boys nose and up to the surface. chris only watches with a blank expression, his stomach twisting as he feels the shorter boys hands trying to push him away but slipping and falling to his sides.

chris holds his ground, his grip on michaels hair tight as he pushes him deeper. his entire upper half is almost over the edge now, and chris doesn't realize until he feels water splash onto his cheek. his eyes move to michaels arms, flailing in the water and making a mess of the bathroom. his head turns to look at the bathroom door, taking deep breaths as he feels tears prick in his eyes.

he chokes on his spit, eyes closing as he tries to drown out the noises of splashing water and endless gurgling. chris' knuckles turn white as he grips tighter on both the tub and michaels black hair, finally starting to sniffle as tears begin to run down his face. he didn't know what he was doing, but there was no going back now. chris couldn't let michael go because if he did, the boy would only go to the cops and snitch on him. chris was past the point of no return, so he just let the whole thing happen.

the brunette begins to sob as the sounds of splashing die down, his grip on michaels hair finally loosening as he lets his entire body fall into the tub full of water. chris holds his face in his hands as he stays in a squat, his left hand soaking half of his face.

"shit, shit, shit. god, you're such an idiot, chris!" he scolds himself quietly, wiping his tears before he gets to his feet and takes even deeper breaths.

he's still not put together fully, but he pushes through it, looking back to michaels lifeless body before he leans over and grabs his hand. his fingers are still adorned with rings, and chris just takes the first one he sees and stuffs it into the back pocket of his jeans. chris quickly unlocks the door before walking back to the bedroom, taking careful steps as he looks around for his backpack.

when he spots it, he throws it over his shoulder, slipping into the straps hurriedly before leaving the room and walking down the hallway towards the kitchen. he takes the leash off the top of oscars kennel before he unlocks the metal crate, letting the dog out.

"hey, buddy," chris coos, petting his head softly as he sniffles once again, "i'm gonna find a better home for you, i promise. i'm so sorry."

oscar only whines, and chris just latches the leash onto his collar before guiding him through the living room. he takes another long look around, a millions feelings eating him up inside all at once. he doesn't feel regret... he doesn't even know what he feels.

chris freezes when he finally hears it. sirens. sirens coming closer and closer to the house that he stood in, "fuck. fuck, fuck, what—"

the brunette looks around, turning back quickly before sprinting through the kitchen and darting towards the backdoor. chris throws the door open, not even caring about the loud banging sound as he runs out of the house, the leash tightly wrapped around his hand.

"come on, boy!" chris yells as quietly as he can, and oscar continues to gallop behind him. he continues to make his way through the backyard, trying not to focus on the sirens that grow increasingly louder. how hasn't he realized the silent alarm? he was too caught up in his plan to see the red alarm above the backdoor.

chris opens the metal gate, running down the back alleyway and deeper into the neighborhood, not stopping even when he crosses the road. he loosens his grip on the leash as he makes it far enough from the house, hunching over as he tries to catch his breath.

he turns to check on oscar, giving him a few gentle pets before he reaches into the back pocket of his jeans. his hands find the small ring, and he pulls it out with a smile.

this ring would be on your finger someday, and chris wouldn't feel even a small amount of guilt for what he had done. he hoped you wouldn't resent him for it, either. that would just mess the entire thing up, and he didn't want to hurt you.

but for now, he'd just have to live with the memory.

"you could be my wife."

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year ago

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Eddie Diaz x reader - what’s important to you

Please... Ok imagine Eddie from 911 going on a couple dates with reader who also speaks Spanish and finally introducing her to Christopher... Like would Eddie be nervous, would reader be nervous, how would Christopher react? - @azeal-peal 💜

A/N: italics will be Spanish

He had met you through Hen, it was an accident, you just happened to on a night out at the same bar that the team were out on a night out at.

Hen introduced you to everybody, and when you friends went home with guys, you stayed with them just happily talking away.

Eddie couldn’t keep his eyes off you that night, you were beautiful, you were dressed up nicely, but not too revealing, just enough to turn heads as you walked through the door.

And he realised you didn’t need to be on a night out to turn heads, because when you walked through the doors of the station his eyes immediately found you.

“Hey, have you seen Hen?” You asked.

Eddie snapped out of his daze.

“I Uhm.. I think.. what?” He stuttered.

He wasn’t actually listening, and he gave you a sheepish grin which you returned with a small laugh and a bright smile.

“Hen, she said she was here but I can’t find her.”

“Oh I actually think she’s with Bobby right now, but you can wait up there if you want.”

He pointed to the upstairs part of the station, and you grinned brightly.

“Thanks Eddie!”

“You remember my name?” He asked confused.

He remembers telling you his name, but that was a few weeks ago, he wasn’t expecting you to remember.

You stopped on the stars and smirked.

“I remember the name of everybody, especially good looking firefighters.” You winked.

He smirked a little bit, following after you up the stairs, getting a bottle of water from the fridge and he brought it over to you.

You took it, offering him a sweet smile.

“You think I’m good looking?”

“You could be poster boy for the recruitment campaign.”

He laughed a little, looking away.

“Well, thanks. Nothing compared to you though, you could enter a world beauty contest and win by default.”

“Oh yeah?”

He hummed a little, directing his gaze back at you.

“Does that line win over all the ladies?”

“I don’t know, did it win over you?”

“Depends on what you’re thinking.”

“Well, I was thinking a nice dinner, maybe a movie?”

“Oh he makes his move, bold choice Mr firefighter, are you sure it’s the right one?”

He grinned a little at you.

“After work?”

“I’ll get Hen to give you my address, don’t be late hot shot.”

You got up, giving him another wink as you walked over to your friend who had just come up the stairs.

Eddie was right on time for you date, and it went amazing, so you asked him for a second date the following week.

Every week for two months you two would go on a date, just slightly getting to know one another.

Today was no different, you were walking around the pier with him, your hand in his as you walked over to a few of the stall games.

“I bet I could beat you.” He said.

“Oh you’re so on!”

Eddie smiled softly at you.

He learnt pretty quickly when you got really happy or excited about something you reverted to Spanish, and he had once heard you arguing with Hen in Spanish because he had to translate.

He paid for both your games, and you began throwing the balls at the targets, seeing who could knock down more cans.

He was winning at the start and he gave a cocky grin.

“You’re all talk.”

You scoffed a little.

“You wish, I was just biding my time.”

Tossing the final ball in your hand, you threw it, knocking over all but one of your cans.

Eddie stood there in pure shock, and he stared at you.

“Oh no, that’s cheating, come on!”

“I’m just that good Eddie Diaz, suck it up!”

You picked your prize, and he picked another, taking yours from it so he could carry it around for you.

You were grinning from ear to ear.

“You can keep that by the way.”

“What? But you won it.”

You smiled a little at him.

“Give it to your son, I remember you saying he was really into superheroes right now, I thought maybe he’d like a huge iron man plushie.”

Eddie smiled down at you.

“You remember that?”

“Of course, I remember everything you say. I know he’s really important to you.”

“Not many people are interested in seeing a guy who has a kid.”

You paused and so did he, turning around to look at you.

Walking over, you reached up, placing your hand on the side of his face, running your thumb along his cheek.

“Eddie it doesn’t bother me you have a son, I’m dating you for you, if you have a son that’s nothing to do with me. He’s your son, he’ll always come first, and I expect you to always put him before me. I’d be pretty pissed if you didn’t.”

Eddie turned his head, kissing the palm of your hand, then he leant down, connecting his lips with yours in a passionate kiss.

You moved your hand to the back of his head to hold him there, leaning up into the kiss, and you finally pulled away.

“I’m in this for us Eddie, however long that may be, and nothing will scare me away.”

He smiled, brushing his nose against yours before he kissed you once more and fully pulled away.

“I want you to meet him.”

“Yeah?”

“He’s the most important person to me, and I really like you, I like what we’ve got going on, and I really want you to meet each other. Is that okay? Because if it isn’t you don’t have too.”

“Yeah, I’d love that. Just me when.”

He gave a nervous smile.

“How about today? You can give him this toy?”

“Really?”

“Is that okay?”

“Hell yeah, let’s go!”

You grabbed his arm and began dragging him back to the car.

Truth be told you were nervous about meeting his son, you knew how important Christopher was to Eddie, and you wanted to make a good impression.

But at the same time you didn’t want to impose on them either, you didn’t want Christopher to think you were taking his dad away or trying to change anything.

Eddie was nervous about introducing the pair of you, he really liked having you around, he wanted to have you around his apartment, cook for you, get you involved with much more instead of seeing you once a week.

As you guys reached his apartment you were nervously holding his hand while he unlocked the door.

“Buck?”

The man came padding around the corner and you offered a wave which made Buck grin.

“Oh I’m so getting out of here.”

He grabbed his jacket and jogged out of the apartment.

“Wait here.”

Eddie kissed your cheek, wondering over to the couch and he crouched down in front of his son, hugging him gently.

They spoke quietly and finally Eddie gestured for you to come over and you did.

You sat next to Christopher.

“Hey, I’m (Y/N). It’s really nice to meet you.”

“Are you my dad’s girlfriend?”

“Yeah, that’s right. I got something for you.”

You held the plushie out, and the boy took it, laughing a little as he held it tightly in his arms.

“Do you like my dad?”

You smiled at Christopher brightly, nodding your head, looking over at Eddie who had walked over to the kitchen.

“Oh yeah, I do. But I know your dad loves you a lot. So I was hoping maybe we could be friends.”

“Who’s your favourite superhero?”

You hummed a little bit, leaning back on the couch.

“That’s hard, but I think it has to be Hawkeye. I think he’s really cool.”

“But he has no superpower.”

“That’s what makes him super cool, he’s got no powers but he still saves people, he kinda reminds of of your dad..” you whispered.

Christopher beamed brightly, looking at you and he leant back at as well.

“My dad has been really happy.”

“Yeah?”

Christopher nodded a little bit.

“Where do you work?”

You began to tell him everything, answering all of his questions and when Eddie turned around he wore a soft smile as he looked at the pair of you.

You two seemed to be getting along really well, and he couldn��t ask for anything more

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maddogofshimano · 10 days ago

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Festival of the Beasts of Prey

this event started up during #saemajiweek2025 and I was losing my shit. also! my power was out for nearly all of it!!!!! some kind of homophobia, I think. anyways it gave me the power to finally finish the giveaway translation so that I could do this one guilt free. a man doesn’t go back on his word.

Major Spoilers for Yakuza 6

Summary: After making the rounds at a graveyard, Saejima and Majima happen across a local festival and, on a whim, get deeply involved with it.

2017

After the conclusion of the war between the Yomei Alliance and Kiryu Kazuma, after Dojima Daigo had sworn a partnership with the Yomei Alliance by exchanging cups...

Majima: Wheew~... ...Oh? There ya are.

<Saejima walks up> Majima: ...Ya finished up with the graveyard now? Saejima: Yeah. Sorry to keep ya waitin' so long.

Majima: It ain't a problem for me. 'Sides, ain't like I'm the one drivin'. Majima: Now then, let's head home... hm? What's that poster...

Majima: ...A regularly scheduled festival? Huh, looks like there's a festival happenin' at a shrine near here. Majima: Heh, I was just gettin' a lil hungry, let's stop by for a bit to grab a bite to eat! <they go> Majima: Like I was thinkin'... What the hell, it hasn't started yet!

Saejima: Heh, that's a shame.

Majima: I ain't lettin' it be a shame! Seems like they already got the stalls prepped, so let's just force 'em to start makin' shit. Saejima: You'll be fine waitin' till the festival starts. Food never tastes bad when yer real hungry, ya know? Saejima: Fortunately we got some time right now... hm? Rough Hangure: Hey hey~, what's wrong, Osamu-san? Your leg is all bandaged up. (Tl note: hangure being "half gray" as in non-yakuza crime groups, and the name 平 could be a lot: Sakihira, Taira, Tadashi, Hakaru, Hitoshi, the list goes on)

Osamu: ...Hanzawa...! Why? I know you're responsible for this...! (tl note: 半沢 which could also be Nakazawa or Hansawa) Osamu: You're a coward for attacking me from behind in the middle of the night! You'll really go that far to take over the festival?! Hanzawa: Heh, so now you're spewing slander? There's no proof we did it. Hanzawa: Well, you can't carry something like a mikoshi on that leg, so how about you just give up now? (tl note: the mikoshi is a big portable shrine that's carried in festivals. you invite the god of the shrine into it and parade them around town before returning them home) Hanzawa: If you wanna pull out of running the festival, we'd be more than happy to take your place. Hanzawa: ...I refuse! I will never give this festival to people who only see it as a way to make money! Hanzawa: Heh... you've made an enemy. One way or another... you will give us that festival. <they leave> Osamu: Shit... give it up? They've got to be joking... Carrier B: That Hanzawa group... doing such vile harassment all because they want the right to operate the festival...

Carrier B: It is true that if the current administration does a poor job at running it, it will be handed over to someone else... Carrier B: But I won't let it go to people who break food stalls and attack my fellow mikoshi carriers! Right, Osamu-san? Osamu: Yeah...! Carrier A: ...B-But seriously, what are we going to do? Carrier A: We're supposed to carry the mikoshi tonight... but that requires at minimum 12 people, and we only have 9... Carrier: And furthermore our veteran carrier Osamu-san is injured... it's going to be impossible to parade the mikoshi around the streets and return it. Osamu: .......Don't worry. I'm not leaving. I'll carry the mikoshi no matter the cost. Carrier A: Eh...!? B-But Osamu-san... Don't you have a fracture in your leg...? Carrier B: If you do something reckless like this, your injury might become permanent. You're struggling just to walk, carrying the mikoshi is just... Osamu: So what. I'll tape my leg up and make it last. Osamu: There are people that come to the festival just to see the mikoshi being carried. I can't let those people down. Osamu: Besides, if we lose the rights to run the festival to those money-hungry bastards then who knows what they'll do to it. Osamu: To avoid that, we can't fail at carrying the mikoshi. I won't bow out just because of an injury. Carrier B: Osamu-san... Carrier A: ...But that still leaves us with 9 people... we need 3 more... what are we going to do... Carrier B: The number of young folk that want to be carriers decreases every year... Carrier B: The food stalls and everyone else, they're all making less money as festival attendance continues to decrease... so there's no spare cash to hire people to carry the mikoshi... Osamu: ........ Saejima: .......... Majima: ....What a sad story that was~. Later, I'll be sure to contribute by buyin' some stall foo-- <Saejima walks off> Majima: --d...! Oi, kyoudai! Majima: ...Haa... seriously... what a bleedin' heart he is.

Saejima: ...Sorry fer eavesdroppin' on ya. Ya ain't got enough people to carry the mikoshi? Osamu: ...Huh? Ah, yeah. Carrier A: And you are...? Saejima: Name's Saejima. Figured I'd lend a hand helpin' carry it, if that's alright. Osamu: Eh!? R-Really...? Saejima: Yeah. A man doesn't go back on his word. Carrier A: Th-Thank you so much. ...But, we really need three people... Saejima: That won't be an issue. Carrier A: Eh? Saejima: ...That motorcycle there, is that yours?

Carrier A: Y-Yeah. Saejima: Then this'll work... Gonna borrow it for a sec.

Saejima: Hmmph..!

Osamu: !? Carrier A: H-He lifted that big motorcycle up like it was nothing... T... Too amazing... <Saejima sets it back down with a loud thud> Saejima: How's that? I figure I count for three guys. Think that works?

Carrier A: Y-Yeah... I think that'll work! Carrier B: We did it Osamu-san! This year's mikoshi will be secured! Osamu: Y-Yeah. Though... why exactly did you come over here...? Saejima: I took a likin' to your manly spirit, seein' as yer still gonna carry the mikoshi despite an injury. Osamu: Th-That's it? Saejima: Heh, ain't that enough of a reason? Osamu: Saejima-san... really, thank you so much. I swear that I'll repay this favor. Saejima: Heh, don't feel like ya gotta. I'm really just doin' this on a whim. Majima: ...I'll second that. For my kyoudai, liftin' a mikoshi or two's like liftin' cotton candy, so don't worry about him. <Majima walks up> Saejima: ...Kyoudai. Majima: Seriously... yer a real bleedin' heart. There's no money to be had in helpin' out at a festival. Saejima: It's fine if I ain't gettin' paid. I'm helpin' out cause I wanna help, nothin' more. Saejima: 'Sides, didn't ya come over here to help out too? Majima: No way, I ain't a bleedin' heart like you. I'll stick around till nightfall and eat somethin' from the vendors, then I'm goin' home. Saejima: I see, guess that's that. ...So, Osamu-han, what do I need to be doin'? Osamu: ...The mikoshi parade will start at 7pm, so please meet up here at 6pm, okay? Saejima: Got it. Well then, see ya later.

[Then, at 7pm when it was almost time for the mikoshi....]

Osamu: ...Once the mikoshi is lifted, you must not allow it to be set down until it's made it back to the shrine.

Osamu: I'm sorry to be a pain about this, Saejima-san, but thank you for your helping. Saejima: Mm. I'll carry this responsibility properly until the very end. You can place your trust in me. Osamu: Thank you. You're very tall, so please take the front of the mikoshi so that it'll look extra energetic. Saejima: Alright, leave it to me. Saejima: Though... the festival has already started, but the crowd's pretty sparse. There's just a few people here and there. Osamu: Yeah... I don't know if young people these days enjoy it much, it's been like this for the last several years. Osamu: I'd also like to see more people here... I want to bring the festival back to being a lively event... Saejima: ........ <one of the carriers runs up> Carrier A: Th-This is really bad! Osamu-san! Carrier A: Gen, Daimon, and Kurisaka were supposed to carry the mikoshi... I just got a call that they're in the hospital after being attacked by someone...! (tl note: names are 原, 大門, and 栗坂) Osamu: What the hell...? Shit... it's those guys again, huh... Carrier A: All three of them had their arms and legs specifically targeted so they wouldn't be able to carry the mikoshi... Carrier A: Wh-What do we do, Osamu-san... the mikoshi parade is supposed to begin in 10 minutes... Osamu: It's time to bring out the mikoshi... we don't have any time to look for more people... Saejima: There's 6 people in the front of the mikoshi... we have the 6 for the back, right? Osamu: Eh? Ah, yeah, we do. Saejima: Then, I'll take the front by myself. And I'll ask the rest of you 6 to carry the rear. Carrier A: Eh!? Saejima-san, you're trying to do the job of 6 people by yourself!? Osamu: ...That's impossible no matter what you do. We'll just have to move a few of the people from the back to the front... Carrier A: No, then we won't be able to hold the back up... Especially since you're injured, Osamu-san. Osamu: Even still, we can't let Saejima-san take on that full burden by himself. Saejima: Osamu-han... if ya underestimate me, yer gonna be in a bind. Let me show ya that I got the strength of 6.

Saejima: Ya gotta carry the mikoshi to the end, no matter what, right? Then won't ya all believe in me? Osamu: Saejima-san... Osamu: .....I guess there's nothing more to say.... I'm sorry for asking this of you, but will you help us? Saejima: Alright, just leave it to me. Osamu: Well then, go get dressed and head to the mikoshi...! <fade to black> Osamu: Alright, we're lifting it now Saejima-san... heave-ho...!

<the sound of wood creaking> Saejima: ...Guh....!

Osamu: A-Are you okay!? Saejima: Yeah... I'm alright...! Now, let's go!

Mikoshi Carriers: Alright! Raaaaahhhh! <the sound of running feet> Saejima: Wasshoi...! (tl note: that's a cheer traditional done when carrying the mikoshi or any other kind of difficult team task. it keeps everyone in sync and keeps energy levels up--which is needed when the mikoshi can weigh over 1,000 pounds)

Mikoshi Carriers: Wasshoi! Wasshoi! <they continue running> Locals Passing By: ...That buzzcut dude... incredible... Saejima: Wasshoi...!

Mikoshi Carriers: Wasshoi! Wasshoi! Boy on a Shopping Trip: Wah... mom look! That old man is so cool! Saejima: Wasshoi....!

Mikoshi Carriers: Wasshoi! Wasshoi! Local Youths: ....Sooooo awesome....

Saejima: Haa... Haa... It's gotten a lot less crowded out...

Osamu: Haa... Haa... Saejima-san... Just a little farther. Once you turn the corner you'll be able to see the shrine! Saejima: Ah... gotcha. Wa... sshoi...! ....Hm!?

<A crowd of men in black ski masks rush in> Men in Black Masks: .................

Osamu: ....!? Saejima: ...What the hell are ya doin' here? What do ya want? Rough Masked Man: Heh... This is a sneak attack... it's really your fault for not giving up, you know? Saejima: Sneak attack...? That voice is... You're that hangure Hanzawa guy who attacked Osamu-han and the others. Rough Masked Man: ....Heh.... well.... perhaps! <he hits Saejima with his bat> Saejima: Guh...! Rough Masked Man: Heh, you really are freakishly strong... too bad you can't resist at all in the state you're in... hehe... Osamu: You're a coward, Hanzawa! Saejima-san can't fight back while he's carrying the mikoshi...! Rough Masked Man: Heh, you must have me confused with someone else, and what's wrong with being a coward? Heh heh heh. Rough Masked Man: Hey! Run outta strength and drop the mikoshi!! Hey! Everyone get in on this!! <the other run in and start beating Saejima> Masked Man A: Orahhh! Osamu: Saejima-san! Saejima: Guh...! Osamu and Carriers: ...!? Saejima: ..... Rahhhhh!!! <Saejima punches the men away from him> Masked Men: Gwahh..! <they fall to the ground> Rough Masked Man: Wha-!? The pole you're carrying the mikoshi with... you hit them with it!!?? Osamu: I'm amazed... what a man... he moved the heavy mikoshi to attack with it... Saejima: Haa haa... I can't let this mikoshi drop... If you keep gettin' in the way... I'll run ya down. (tl note: he says he'll ひき殺すで which is specifically killing someone by running them over, such as with a car. he’s just gonna use a mikoshi to do it) Rough Masked Man: ...Tch... This dude's a monster. If we can't get him, then... everyone! Go after Osamu and the others! (tl note: smartest goons ever witnessed)

Masked Men: Yes sir! Saejima: ....! Wait! Don't touch Osamu-han and the others...! <sounds of beating> Carrier A: Guahh! Carrier B: Augh! Osamu: Guhh... Saejima: Stop it...! If yer gonna do this... do it to me!!!! Rough Masked Man: Heh... you're done for...! Time to finish off those morons who are barely hanging on! Masked Man B: Yes sir! Oraa! <more beating sounds as he attack the backline> Saejima: Guh... ???: ...Awful soft, kyoudai. Osamu: Y-You're that... Saejima: ...!? Masked Man B: Kahaa-...

<he hits the floor> Majima: Some of the guys in the back got hit pretty good... but I'll keep it held up so ya ain't gotta worry, kyoudai!

Saejima: Majima-no-kyoudai! Rough Masked Man: Who the fuck is that!? Shit... I didn't know he had help still... Masked Man C: Th-That guy... while he's holding up the mikoshi he's attacking with one arm and one leg... what the hell... Masked Man C: That buzz cut guy and eyepatch'd guy... they're both scary strong...! Wh-What do we do, Hanzawa-san...!? Rough Masked Man: You dumbass...! Don't call me by my name! Rough Masked Man: In... In any case... we'll still crush 'em all! Absolutely do not let that mikoshi through!!!! Masked Men: ....Yes sir....! Saejima: Kyoudai... ya saved me. Thank you!

Majima: Heh, I just came here cause I wanted to see ya carryin' the mikoshi around... I didn't know what I was gettin' into! Majima: This mikoshi... we ain't allowed to set it down, right?

Saejima: Yeah... Majima: We gotta fight while carryin' this heavy-ass mikoshi...

Majima: Heh... That's a pretty excitin' kinda situation!! Saejima: Heh... It sure is. Majima: Kyoudai, leave the rear to me... ya can send those fools flyin' without worry! Saejima: Yeah... Let's go then...!!

Rough Masked Man: Im... possible...

<he goes down> Majima: Whaddya mean it's already over! These guys have got no spine~. Saejima: Heh, well then... let's get back to the shrine! Wasshoi...! <at the shrine> Saejima: Whew... Somehow we managed to pull it off. Osamu-san, everythin' all settled?

Osamu: Yep... We've safely delivered the mikoshi to the storehouse. Carrier A: Osamu-san! As expected it was Hanzawa's gang! Carrier A: They've been turned over to the cops, and since they were caught red-handed they won't be able to weasel out of it this time! Osamu: ...I see. Saejima-san, Majima-san... thank you both so much. Osamu: Thanks to you Hanzawa's gang has been caught, and we'll be able to hold next year's festival under our management. Saejima: Heh, that's great. Though... <loud sounds of the festival play> Saejima: ...What's goin' on, the festival's got more people here than when we brought the mikoshi out. Osamu: You're right... I haven't seen the festival get this crowded in over a decade... ???: Y-You...! <a man runs up to the group> Man from a Festival Stall: The festival is a huge success thanks to you! Thank you so much!

Majima: Thanks to me? How'd'ya mean? Osamu: ...What are you talking about? Man: You see, he actually came to the festival after the mikoshi had departed... Majima: ...What the hell, the food stalls are so boring~.

Man: Eh? Majima: ...That kaitenyaki, lemme try makin' it! (tl note: kaitenyaki, also called imagawayaki, obanyaki, and several dozen other things, is typically a red bean paste filled baked desert) Man: ...He said that, then started making a menu for my stall and other stalls too all on his own...

Man: He made extremely spicy kaitenyaki, shaved ice with okonomiyaki sauce, and all sorts of super weird menus... Man: He even modified the shooting gallery's cork gun to be over a dozen times more powerful... Man: But then people started saying "the festival is kind of interesting today" and tons of the locals started to come here. Osamu: I had no idea that happened while we were gone... Majima: What, this turnout is all cause of that? In that case, I shoulda been chargin' a fee for my menu ideas. Saejima: Heh, that's my kyoudai for ya. Majima: Hehe, actually I just wanted to feed it to ya. Try my magnum opus, okonomiyaki sauce shaved ice! Saejima: I don't mind eatin' it, but... does that actually taste good?

Local Youth A: Ah...! There you are! Saejima: Hm? What's up? Local Youth A: U-Um... You looked so cool carrying that mikoshi! Saejima: Heh... Is that so. Local Youth A: We were coming to the festival because of the interesting menus, but on the way we saw you carrying the mikoshi! Local Youth A: I saw you send those guys who tried to stop you flying, it was really incredible...! Local Youth A: We were talking about how next year we want to be cool and carry the mikoshi like you! You know! Local Youth B: Yeah! We're all going to train hard, and then next year we'll definitely carry the mikoshi!

Saejima: That's real great. We don't exactly got enough people carryin' the mikoshi. We'll take yer assistance. Youth A: Y-Yes sir! Of course! Majima: Heh, ya got yerself a fan club huh. What a popular guy~! Saejima: It ain't like that. Don't make fun of me, kyoudai.

Osamu: ...You not only helped with the mikoshi, but you also solved the problems of low attendance and new mikoshi carriers... Osamu: Thanks to you two, we'll be able to make this festival better and better going forward... I really don't know how I could ever thank you enough... Saejima: If anyone deserves a round of applause, it's you all. Saejima: The only reason we're here at all is cause of the love you and your friends have for this festival, and how you've kept it going strong. Osamu: ...Thank you. Majima: Oi, kyoudai! Come over here! Let's have a match in the shooting gallery! Saejima: Heh, that's fine with me. <they leave> Majima: Let's set some stakes, how about the loser has to eat 10 bowls of okonomiyaki shaved ice? Saejima: That's fine with me, but... if that's being used as a punishment, then that shaved ice must not taste good after all.

<END>

BONUS STUFF:

woooooooooo! this one was so fun. here’s translations of the cards it launched with as well

Saejima Taiga (Festival) The Fierce Tiger of the Festival

"Wood creaking in time with Saejima's steps, his unfailing footsteps move from his will alone. He bears the massive mikoshi like it were his own body and leads everyone with the ferocious majesty of his image, truly a man among men."

"From here on the festival is live!" Parade of Those Bearing Boldness (tl note: 豪担なる練り歩き I am NOT finding anything using those first two character lmao) Essence of Unequaled in History The Solo Path of Strength (tl note: 剛進の一手 Saejima you are KILLING me) Power Festival of the Passionate Soul (tl note: 熱魂の力祭 gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) The Back that Bears the Soul

Majima Goro (Festival) The Mad Dog of the Festival Procession

"The Mad Dog carries the mikoshi, his heroic figure illuminated by the shaking lamplight of his rampage. Many people are said to be entranced by his violent yet holy visage."

"This festival music, it's gettin' me worked up...!" Keeping the Beat of the Passionate Festival Essence of Magnificent Splendor Mikoshi Drift (tl note: yes like drifting a car) Crowd Driven Wild Unshakable Bearer

I’ve also been seeing a lot of fanart of this event on twitter and bsky, which is very fun!

#rgg #rggo #Ryu ga Gotoku #ryu ga gotoku online #yakuza #Majima #Saejima #Majima Goro #Saejima Taiga #Like a Dragon

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Share With Me One Love, One Lifetime Part 5

We are now in the latter half of this story and hooboy is going to worse before it gets better. Again this story is done, I'm just putting out the remaining chapters I have.

We have the Forrest talk, The Wheeler House, and Wayne blows a gasket. Poor, poor Wayne.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

“Dustin looks up to you so much, Steve,” Eddie murmured. “It’s all he talks about. Hell, it’s all they all talk about. If Jeff and them didn’t know you before they joined Hellfire they would have gotten psychic damage with how much they talk about Steve the hero.”

Steve snorted. “Yeah, well. I wish he’d tell me more to my face instead of all the bullshit I do get from him. Like he had a bag filled with flashlights and I asked him where he got them, do you want to know what he said?”

Eddie let out a pained sigh. “Something snarky and rude?”

“Right in one,” Steve groused. “He said that I was an adult and shouldn’t have to be told everything. Like no one else gets that amount of disrespect. Including you, who is older than I am.”

“That little shit head,” Eddie said with another sigh. “I’ll talk to him.”

“Thanks.”

They walked in silence for a moment or two before Eddie spoke up.

“I’m learning this week that I’m coward,” he murmured, poking and twisting his hands nervously. “I didn’t think I was until Chrissy. But when I saw her raise up to my ceiling...I–I just ran. I could have stayed. I could have tried to help. I knew that this place was and I couldn’t help her.”

Steve shook his head. “Do you remember the first comic I ever drew for you?”

Eddie’s eyes widen and his hangdog expression cleared. “The gun, the boy running to his car before dashing back into save the day, the fear...”

“Yeah, Eds,” he murmured. “It was always about that. Running in is okay as long you know that when the time comes you’ll do the right thing in the right time.”

Eddie ran his hands over his face. “God, Stevie,” he murmured. “I hesitated. To jump in after you. You had just been dragged in and Nancy went in right after you, Robin merely a second later. But I paced that god damn boat before following suit.”

“So what?” Steve said, reaching up to guide Eddie’s face to meet his head on. “I bet I can tell you what your thought process was.”

“Steve...” Eddie whined. “Jumping in after immediately was the biggest sign of true love I’ve ever seen.”

Steve shook his head. “I don’t want her, I want you. Because I know you hesitated to jump because you weren’t sure if you should go back to sure and let everyone know what happened or to jump in and protect me and the girls. You chose to protect us, Eddie. Don’t be so hard on yourself, okay? I love you.”

Eddie closed his eyes and let go of all the jealousy and envy he had over Nancy and what they had before Eddie came along. He knew Steve was gay. He knew that Steve had chosen him and had kept choosing him, time after time. But when he saw the way the two of them teased each other, the green-eyed monster reared its ugly head, causing him to throw his vest at Steve.

He nodded and then accepted the kiss that Steve gave him. They might be in a hellscape running for their lives with an evil wizard and all his minions chasing after them but they had each in other in this.

And they would make it. Together.

“They’re gone!” Nancy cried. “They aren’t here. They should be in this shoe box, but all that’s in here are the shoes that I ruined my junior year. I broke the heel on the one and had to toss them both out.”

“What do you mean they’re gone?!” Eddie bit out through clenched teeth. “How could they be gone?”

“It doesn’t make any sense!” she cried gesturing wildly. “They should be here!”

Steve wandered over to the wall and looked up at the poster. “Nance, when did you exchange your Blondie calendar for the poster?”

“Steve is that really important right now?” she snapped and then she turned around to see said calendar on the wall. “Oh!”

“What does that mean?” Robin asked, trying to break the tension that suddenly ramped up in the room.

“I think the Upside Down is stuck in 1983,” Nancy murmured. “But since the revolver isn’t here either, I’d have to guess November 6th.”

Robin and Eddie shared a confused glance.

“I don’t know what that means,” Eddie admitted, sticking his hands in his back pockets.

“That’s the day Will disappeared,” Steve said absently. He poked the calendar a couple of times. “What is so important about that day...?”

Nancy just shook her head. “What are we going to do now?”

“Well,” Steve said with the shrug of his shoulders, “we can always make my weapon again.”

Nancy raised her eyebrows and then grinned. “That will certainly help, yes.”

They thundered down the stairs, but Steve stopped. Nancy and Robin kept going, but Eddie slowed down and looked back.

“What’s up, Stevie?” he asked as he watched his boyfriend strain as if he was hearing something the rest of them couldn’t. “Hey, guys wait up!”

Nancy and Robin turned around to see Steve inch down the stairs, his head cocked upwards.

“Can’t you hear it?” Steve asked. “It’s Dustin, I’m sure of it! And I think...Max.” He shook his head. “I can’t quite make it... out...”

Before Nancy could scoff again, Robin giggled.

“I can hear them too!” she said excitedly jumping up and down and clapping.

It didn’t take them long to figure out how to communicate with them and they found out that they had picked up Erica and she had been read in.

“How many times do I have to be right before you believe me?” Dustin barked angrily.

“Jesus Christ. This kid's gotta get his ego in check,” Steve said twisting his lip and shaking his head ruefully.

Eddie leaned over to look past Nancy and Robin, “It’s his tone, right?”

After everything was decided that they all meet up at Eddie’s trailer, Eddie grimaced. “How are we going to get there? It’s like seven miles from here.”

Nancy looked around for a moment. “Well if it is the 6th, then all the kids would have had their bikes here. I mean it might be a little tight for the boys, but it’s better then walking.”

Once they were back top side, Wayne bullied the four older teens into showers and changed before sitting Steve down to do a proper stitch job while everyone caught up with what everyone had learned, but especially Nancy’s vision.

“We have to attack now,” Nancy said. “We don’t know who he’ll pick next and Max shouldn’t have to live on borrowed time.”

“Yeah,” Dustin said, nodding along with her. “We know that while Vecna is in the void his body is vulnerable to attacks. If we can lure him into attacking someone to open the fourth gate then we can attack his body in the Upside Down?”

“Oh is that all?” Eddie sneered, rising to his feet.

“Yep!” Dustin said cheerfully and Eddie slowly said back down in disappointment.

Wayne crossed his arms in front of his chest and sat back, allowing Steve to stand up. His back arms had been cleaned and properly bandaged, his sides had been sterilized, stitched, and re-bandaged, his neck cleaned and bandaged to keep further dirt out of the wound.

“Yeah?” Wayne said, “And who’s gonna be fighting this evil wizard of yours? Steve? The fella I just spent the last twenty minutes putting back together? Or the two ladies who are still in high school? Or any of the other children here, present?”

Dustin opened his mouth, but no words came out and everyone shifted around nervously as for the first time an adult put their foot down and said they shouldn’t be doing this.

Max came back into the front part of the trailer. “I tried reaching the Byers again and it’s a busy signal again.”

“Which means we have even less time then we thought,” Nancy insisted, putting her hands on her hips. “We need to take him out now before our friends get hurt, especially since we don’t know who his next victim will be.”

Wayne licked the bottom of his lips slowly. “Well you ain’t doing it with the eight of ya.”

Everyone looked around in confusion as it seemed like they were all counting their numbers.

“Before we get further,” Steve said quietly. “We do know who his next is. I read the files from Ms. Kelly’s office. I know how they all started. For Fred, Patrick, Chrissy.” He paused and then looked up. “Max.”

She froze in place and fought the urge to look over at the person she knew he was talking about, trying to look everywhere else.

“Yeah, Stevie?” Eddie asked gently. “Who’s next on the evil wizard’s hit list?”

Steve sat down hard between Lucas and Eddie and propped his chin on his knuckles. “It always starts off with visions. Visions of things he thinks you’re guilty of. I’m guessing in Max’s case it was Billy, like it was Nancy’s siblings in hers.”

Nancy wrapped her arms around her waist and looked down at the ground, rocking back on one heel of her shoes.

Both Wayne and Eddie tilted their head in the same direction at the same time as they regarded Nancy.

“Something tells me,” Eddie said wetting his lips, “that she knew that. Didn’t ya Nance?”

Max looked back and forth between Eddie and Nancy. “I was about to suggest using myself as bait, because if we can distract him long enough for a strike team to destroy his physical form, we can get rid of the Upside Down for good. But you’re telling me that she knew she was the next victim and was still going to let me be the sacrificial lamb?”

Steve shook his head. “Good ole Nancy Wheeler, only looking out for herself. We could wait a week and have Nancy be bait. Hell, we all have Walkmans. We get enough batteries and enough tapes I’m sure Max could last that long. But she doesn’t want that. She doesn’t want to go through the visions and guilt. Because she knows deep down Vecna, Henry, whoever is right. It is her fault Barb died.”

“Uh...” Lucas said into the resulting silence. “So are we going with Max or Nancy because that is really something we should decide before we get any further...”

“I’m all for taking the bastard out now,” Wayne said with a shrug. “But not with just us. We need more people.”

Steve turned to Eddie. “Are the boys still in town?”

Eddie got up and started waving his hands. “No. Nope. Absolutely not, Steve. We aren’t dragging them into this. Ignorance is hella bliss in this case. You know it is!”

Dustin shook his head ruefully. “If you’re suggesting who I think you’re suggesting, it couldn’t hurt. I mean Jason is amassing a lynch mob and we need all the help we can get.”

“I’d want to know,” Lucas said softly. “After what Jason and his goons did to Gareth. If I were them, I’d want to know.”

Eddie turned to glare at him. “And what did they do to Gareth?”

Lucas explained why he was no longer with the basketball guys to Nancy, Robin, Wayne, and Eddie.

“God damn it!” Wayne cussed. “That’s how they found out about the lake house? And Chief Powell just let them go? I’m going fucking sue this whole incompetent asshole county!”

“Well,” Nancy said, “I’m against it. We need a small strike team not a god damned army.”

“The hell you don’t,” Wayne snapped. “I saw the beast that damn near took out the mall and if it’s Henry Creel like we think it is, then we’re going to need everyone we can. And since we’re spread pretty thin on the ground right now with the Cali crew in the wind and Hopper dead... we need people. I would rather it not be children, but I’m out of options right now.”

Eddie pushed his fingers into his eye in frustration. “Fine.”

They all turned to him in shock.

“Fine,” he bit out again, flopping back onto the sofa. “I’ll round up the Hellfire crew. Shit, I’ll even see if Marty and Janice are in town for the week, because if we’re dragging people into this shit, we’re getting the whole band back together.”

“We’re going to need weapons and supplies,” Steve said with a sigh. He didn’t like the plan, but it was all they had. “And way to get all us of there.”

“The weapons are easy,” Wayne said with a huff, “War Zone. They’ll have everything you need. For both.”

“If we’re trying to avoid people from town,” Erica said, rolling her eyes, “maybe we should avoid a store called War Zone.”

Wayne snorted, “And you got somewhere else we can load up on supplies, little miss?”

Erica opened her mouth but no words came out.

“That’s what I thought,” Wayne said smugly.

“That takes care of one,” Robin said with a nod. “But what about transportation?”

“I have something,” Eddie said with a grin.

Steve came up to stand next to him. “You got some hidden car we don’t know about?”

“It’s not exactly a car,” Eddie said smirking at Wayne, “and it’s not exactly mine, but it’ll do.”

“Boy...” Wayne said warningly.

Eddie willfully ignored him. “Hey, Max you got a bandanna or mask I can use?”

Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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