#so now u have a fucked up ''still care about each other in some strange way but ure so deeply traumatized and on different sides of a war''

[morninkim]

Rise of the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers (Non-Canon) - Madame Drakkon & The Ranger Slayer

In another timeline, the Rise of the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers was much, much less of a rise.

(Rise' World of the Coinless deets under the cut, i'm having fun)

In another timeline, Rita's attack on Grace Oliver left her severely injured and near death. This threw Tommy into a fit, which forced the shadow out of her body in an incredibly traumatic and painful manner. Desperate, she pleaded with Zordon to help her mother, but the White Light confirmed her fears. Grace was gone.

Unstable and still reeling from Rita being ripped from her body, Tommy would seek out where the shadow was hiding, tracking her down to an abandoned warehouse on the docks. She would witness the partial resurrection of Lord Zedd and barge in, demanding the Dark Spectre bring her mother back. The Spectre agreed, on the condition that the Green Ranger help him recover the other five Power Coins and reunite the Zeo Crystal.

Over the next few months, Tommy would slowly lose more and more of herself as she pursued more power and learned dark magic from a weakened Rita inhabiting the body of Dr. Finster. A final assault against the Rangers would see Jason attempt to combine the spectrum of the team's powers to become a White Ranger, only to be struck down by Tommy. She would claim the coins for herself, corrupting and forcing the coins into her own White Ranger form.

Zedd and Tommy, with their combined powers and now endless source of energy, would then conquer the Earth unopposed. But as more time went on without Zedd's promise fulfilled, the more Tommy began plotting to overthrow the Dark Spectre. She's be encouraged by Rita, now unable to leave Dr. Finster's deteriorating body and kept alive with salvaged parts from the destroyed Command Center.

As the last of Earth's defenders fell, Tommy struck down Zedd with the Black Dragon Saber, laying claim to his seventh Zeo Crystal shard and the planet and taking the name Madame Drakkon.

Years later, tired of her friends being captured or dying and at her wit's end, Kimberly Hart would decide today is the day Drakkon dies. But she would be captured, her mind taken over with a spell Drakkon had been perfecting for some time, and become her right hand with her old Power Coin as the Slayer Ranger.

Kimberly would later break the spell with the help of the Coinless Resistance, who'd been built by the combined efforts of Trini, Richie, Bulk and Skull. She'd then lead the Resistance against Madame Drakkon's regime, taking on the name Ranger Slayer as a symbol of her goal to slay the last Ranger on Earth.

[normansnt]

Almost got you, bitch

(Hazbin Adam x fallen angel!Male reader)

No warnings I think perhaps cursing

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You were a fallen angel.

You questioned heavens doings after finding out about the extermination, and of course heaven didn't like that.

When you fell, your best friend, Adam, was the most pissed off. Granted he was the one who told you about it one night when he was drunk and you had to get him home but he didn't know you were gonna make such a fuss about it.

You were in heaven, everything was fine you had your friends there, no one important to you fell before you, and most importantly you had him there, your best friend. Why would you care about those misfits in hell??

All though he shouldn't have been surprised, even though you put on a hard shell and make very similar jokes than himself you are a kind soul, a very kind one at that always helping others. But still, you fell, you are not here with him anymore. That sucked.

*flashback*

Heaven was a pretty new invention and adam and eve were trying to settle, for that god sent an angel, you.

When you knocked on the door adam went to open it.

"Who the fuck is here this early?" Was the first sentence he ever spoke to you.

Now you aint gonna take shit from nobody.

"Im the fuck who is here get you asses moving cuz we're going to heaven" you said with an equally annoyed tone.

Thats when Adam knew he liked you. And with the same amount of sass to each other the two of you became fast friends.

"I Almost got you, bitch" yelled Adam. You guys were playing flying tag cuz he just got his wings and they were completely new to him.

"You wish, fucker" you answer with a shit eating smirk. You were the one to teach him how to fight, the one who helped him through his divorce withe eve, you were his best friend.

*end flashback*

"...Shit" adam called seraphim, an idea occurred to him, how about they move up the next extermination, that way he has a reason to get down there sooner and bring you back, also slather some demons.

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When you woke up in hell, the first thing you saw was someone trying to cut out your organs.

"WAAHH...MOTHERFUC-- WHAT THE HECK R U DOING??" You jumped up and started yelling at the demon.

"Calm down pretty boy, the cannibals pay good money for fresh organs like yours."

"Well guess what jackass I dont give tiny rats ass how good those fuckers pay you my organs aint for sale" and with that sentence you quickly kicked him in the nuts and when he fell to the ground brocke his neck. Yeah...you were kind but god help people who mess with you...literally.

"Well shit, never had to fight without wings."

"...Interesting, and here I thought I would have to come to your rescue in exchange for your soul." Came a...static voice from behind you.

"Uhhh...thank you?? I guess, but there will be no taking my soul." You looked at the grinning man in a red suit.

"Such a shame, you'd be my first fallen angel"

"...Ok, listen can I help you with something ooooorr??"

"Not particularly I just wanted your soul, but alas that ship has sailed, however since you just fell I assume you have no where to stay" his grin stretched a bit as he said that.

"Well, you assume correctly but Im not gonna agree to any deal you have to offer just for a place to stay"

"Well, well, you are smart one even though angles can be so gullible, but no there is no deal the only thing you'd have to do is perhaps act nice"

"I can do that." you answered finally smiling at the strange man.

"They are coming" you whispered to yourself. After you arrived in hell, Alastor offered you a place in the hazbin hotel and you were happy to take it. This was over 7 months ago, in that time you grew close to everyone who was there, they were your found family and now you will protect them even if its against you first family.

Today was the day of the extermination, the day you'd have to fight heaven, the day you's have yo fight Adam. Even though you never admitted to yourself you had deeper feelings for him than friendship, but since he literally went around fucking bitches that kind of lowered your hopes.

The fight was raging on. Since you were the one who literally trained these exorcists they were no match for you. However Alastor was supposed to take on Adam, and that worried you. You knew how powerful Alastor is supposed to be but you have seen Adam's powers first hand.

Just as you suspected Alastor couldn't take on Adam. So Charlie had to take over which made you even more worried. You climbed up and saw Adam hitting Charlie into the hazbin hotel sign.

"NO" you yelled

Adam turned towards you with a smile that said he was ready to kill, that disappeared however when he saw that it was you.

"(Y/N)...."

He looked at you for a moment when someone punched him out of no where.

"Oh shit" you said while looking at Adam flying away and than back at who punched him. Lucifer.

"Lucy?" U asked baffled. You met him when he was still in heaven. Personally you loved his creative ideas while the making of earth so you guys would talk a lot. You also found it highly unfair when he fell and considered going after him, but Adam held you back.

"...Who--? SHIT (Y/N)? Omg why tf are you down here??" He asked half pissed half happy to see you.

"Well a little this, a little that, you know, also I fucking fell so." You replied while hugging him.

"How many of you fuckers do I have to beat before I can take (Y/N) home with me" said Adam very pissed after crawling out from the window he was punched into.

"What?" You asked

"I'm the only one that matters, you messed with my daughter and now Im gonna fuck you" said Lucifer proudly smirking. Everyone went silent while you were trying to hold back your laughter.

"Khmm...its fuck you up, dad" corrected Charlie

"Wait what did I say?" Asked Lucifer confused.

After this a kind of...fight started between Lucifer and Adam. Well, only adam was fighting Lucifer was mostly changing forms.

It was quite funny to watch.

At the end Lucifer won over Adam and he wanted to kill him, but your body moved on its own and you threw yourself at Adam.

Charlie also told his dad to stop.

You stood up from Adams body.

"Take your angel army, and go home" you told him in a soft tone.

He painfully stood up and looked at you with sadness...and something you couldn't quite place.

"(Y/N)..." come with me, please. Is what he wanted to say, but he knew you are still mad at him and that your answer will be no. Or he just didn't want to seem vulnerable in-front of demons.

"I Almost got you, bitch"

Your lips twitched upwards a little bit.

"You wish, fucker"

And with that the angel army and adam flew up to heaven.

When adam arrived in heaven, something downed on him.

"Fuuuuuuckkk..IM GAY-"

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Is he an (at best) mid white man who thinks he is the shit?

Yes.

Is he a fucking loser though and a lil bitch

Also yes.

BUT YK WHAT.

HE IS FUNNY AF I LOVE HIM AND HIS SONGS R FUCKING AWSOME.

HOPE MY FELLOW ADAM ENJOYERS LIKED IT THOUGH😎

I hope you enjoyed your reading ladies gentleman and others, good afternoon good evening and good night🦖🧡

[diagonal-queen]

Omg you're backkkk<3 I hope uni's going well for you!

Maybe the Hunting Dogs with a s/o who's kind of mean/petty?

Hunting Dogs with a mean S/O

♡ pairing: Fukuchi Ouchi, Jouno Saigiku, Tecchou Suehiro, Teruko Okura (platonic), Tachihara Michizou x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: How are the Hunting Dogs with a mean and petty S/O?

♡ cw: Swearing, u r a BULLY >:((, dw it's pretty chill though, non-graphic NSFW with Jouno, teensy bit of NSFW with Tachihara, mentions of violence, crime and torture

note: ahhh hello yes i'm back! uni's pretty great actually. i love being able to tell people i go to law school lmao, it makes me feel smarter than i am. uhh but i've been swamped and a bit busy, and i'm going back home for a week so i might not be super active over the next couple weeks, i'm so sorry my babies </3 but i'll still be lurking in case you wanna chat! as always, apologies for errors and i hope you enjoy x

Fukuchi:

Mf you think he cares?? He hired Jouno and Tachihara because they committed crimes, and he's more than happy to keep Teruko around. Bro doesn't give a FUCK that you're mean

If you're dating Fukuchi you clearly do give a shit about the welfare of society and world peace, so your individual quirks are just that. Quirks

He will fully let you just be a dickhead sometimes, because...like, why not?

I feel like Fukuchi is obviously often a very intimidating individual who strikes fear and commands respect from everyone else. But you? You just walk all over him

In some ways for him it's probably kind of refreshing to have someone around him who doesn't idolise him at all, or look up to him as a superior. It gets exhausting, for sure. Sometimes he just wants to be humbled and that's so okay Fukuchi, you deserve it actually /mean-spirited and condescending

Don't get me wrong it's not like you're an abusive partner! You're still obviously nice to your partner and you love him, but you definitely don't go out of your way to sugarcoat things or try to avoid any necessary confrontations

And Fukuchi genuinely really respects that about you. He's pretty similar like that, though still definitely goofier than you

I mean he won't want you sitting around with an RBF when he's at formal events and whatnot, because that really wouldn't have the best impression, but he's usually very gung ho about letting you be yourself

You're lucky he loves you man...lmao

Jouno:

He loves it. Full stop.

You two are just sadist central over here. Like he'll be torturing a suspect and you're just watching. Bored. Not a care in the world

(Jouno, I don't think you're legally allowed to invite your partner to watch you do your job- much less one like this, but...eh...)

You two are always just talking shit about people to each other, and like when you're out in public on dates you're just whispering to each other and judging people T-T

Lowkey kinda gets turned on when you guys argue. He thinks it's hot when you get heated and angry. Usually it ends in rough "passionate hugging", and the pillowtalk is when you both actually resolve the issue (dumbasses)

He might even purposefully rile you up sometimes because mf is just THAT much of a horny degenerate. You guys can call him classy and gentlemanly all you want, but we all know he's secretly deranged

Like an angry, horny goblin with a knife...someone stop him

Tbh you should probably bully him a little bit every now and then. I think he needs to be taken down a peg sometimes

Hey, he's more likely to listen to you than Tecchou, isn't he? Besides, it's nothing genuinely malicious. Just couple's banter

Oh, you guys are fucking LEGENDS at the couple's banter. Though you never do it in public, because a lot of the times the things you both tell each other as jokes can come off as really cruel jabs

Nah your senses of humour are just not family-friendly (violent and malicious)

You guys have very strange ways of showing your love and affection. But, hey, it works for you and that's what's important :)

Tecchou:

Ah yes, arguably the least meanie of all of the Hunting Dogs. Yeah uh he doesn't really like you at first

Tecchou doesn't understand being mean just for the sake of it. I mean like, for Teruko, she uses it in her career, and Jouno is sadistic and weird and also uses it in his career. You're just petty because you can be

But the more time you spend together the more he realises that you're really not that bad- you're really just more of the loveable asshole type

An acquired taste, yes, but this is Tecchou we're talking about! That's his thing!

He learns to appreciate the things about you that many others would probably consider flaws. He influences you for the better definitely...

...BUT you also kinda make him worse

He will adopt your 'deal with it bitch' attitude sometimes, but it doesn't hinder his relationships or work so it's fiiiiine

(Jouno isn't a huge fan of it though...but at the same time he kind of respects you)

Tecchou probably won't admit it but he really likes to listen to you rant and bitch about people you don't like. He just likes to listen to you be angry about trivial things, he finds it equal parts endearing and entertaining

If you're mean to someone who deserves it? Well I mean...who is he to stop you?

At the end of the day you're definitely emotionally self-sufficient, so that's one less part of you for him to fret over. All's well that ends well or some shit idk

Teruko (platonic):

You guys are literally the best of friends

She's the loud fiery kind of mean and you are the 'I will straight up meticulously ruin your life' kind of mean

You on some r/nuclearrevenge type shit and she fucking loves that for you

Like she's fully willing to plot and scheme with you and do whatever mean shit you suggest. You two are menaces and she should absolutely not be a military soldier

Teruko WILL smite your enemies. And by smite your enemies I mean she will actively do what she can to ruin the lives of people you don't like, with absolutely no remorse (pretty sure she actually commits crimes to do this)

She LIVES for your cruel one-liners and clever insults. Every time she hears one she absolutely hollers

Teruko enjoys it when you're mean to the other Hunting Dogs (except Fukuchi). They can handle a couple bitchy words so it's not a huge deal, but she's just extra amused by it

For the record you're not *mean* mean, you're just...humbling them (which let's be real they could use from time to time (Jouno, again, looking at you))

Nobody is surprised by your guys' friendship really

You're a dangerous pair. Please stop

Teruko kinda likes that you hold grudges so frequently because she'll never tire of hearing you shittalk the same exact people and events over and over again

She'll shittalk them too

Dia doesn't approve of this friendship

Tachihara:

You guys know that scene in B99 where Jake says that he can't decide if he's scared of Amy or turned on by her and then decides that he's both? Yea, that's Tachihara with you

He is a good person at heart, and outside of his mafia gangster persona he's really not that mean, and as such he does not encourage mean behaviour. But like, when you do it? Mm...

Bro is WHIPPED

Lowkey he probably gets some of his mafia persona ideas from you 💀

His mafia coworkers have no questions about how you two get along, and they generally like you. The other Hunting Dogs have a few more questions

Tachihara isn't some shy, quiet introvert, but he is generally pretty chill and a nice person. They like to playfully tease him about how different the two of you are (though if it gets too far he knows he can count on you to rip them a new one with no issue)

Dw they still like you though! Especially Teruko

He has absolutely no problems with you for being cold and blunt. It's nothing he himself can't handle, and in some ways it actually makes talking to you easier

Again, I'll stress that you're not mean to him, you're just not the most lovey-dovey person out there. But you DO put effort in and that's what Tachihara cares about, even if it isn't in a stereotypical way

If anything else, you're certainly loyal!

Tachihara loves you for all of your different eccentricities, and he's also kinda turned on by them. Win-win? Win-win.

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[deadpool15]

Roomate part 1

This is some dumb fucking shit. How can someone be this bad at their job, while sitting here smiling in my fucking face. "So, explain to me, umm, what was your name again?" Mika said, staring at the realtor with absolute disgust and annoyance. "Just Kim would be fine, sweetheart," he states, staring me up and down with a flirty expression. "Yea, that's amazing. I'm gonna call you bitch ass, you cool with that?" I stated watching his face completely drop. "So, since this very kind women can't talk to you like a fucking adult, I'm just gonna talk to you like the man child you mother obviously failed to raise. Now, would you be a dear and tell me how exactly does someone manages to sell a place to two different people with knowing. We obviously don't fucking look or sounds anything alike. Therefore, that rolls out that pathetic ass excuse. I should whoop your ass bitch-."

As I went to jump on him, the unknown woman that was standing next to me grabbed me. Holding me while apologizing, causing the man to immediately leave in fear. "OK ok you can stop now, Ms." I roughly back away from her casting her to put up her hands in the air as a showcase of surrender. "I know we are in a bit of a predicament here, but the papers have already been finalized. Plus, this place is more than big enough for the both of us, so we can just share it." I stared her down before laughing and shaking my head. "If you fuck up, I'll whoop your ass too."

And well, that's how me and bada met. At first, there was a bit of hostile energy, mainly from my side. I wasn't really sure about her, like I was judging her character before I let the real me out. Then, it all changed one night. She randomly got home from a long ass day of working, saying she needed some self-care immediately. I mean, true enough, I wasn't so sure about her yet, but I'm not a monster, and a girl in need is simply a girl in need. I sat her on the couch while we did face masks and painted each other's nails. She was a little on the rocky side about the nails, but I managed to talk or more so threaten her into it. After a while, we started talking about life. I learned she had a boyfriend named Howl, strange ass name.

"Wait so like when you two fuck, do you moan out howl or just government name. Because u fucking can't right now." I said laughing and hitting the coach, while bada sat there embarrassed and pushing me over. "I mean, I don't know. Like I don't really sit there and think about it." She says shyly. "What about you?" "Oo I don't do relationships, I mean, it's enough me to go around right. Plus, this pussy game is crazy, will have a motherfucker all obsessive and shit." She stares atcthe ground shocked. "Wow, are all Americans like this?" "Like what?"Just open and out there." I chuckle before adjusting myself on the seat. "To be honest, babes, I mean sex is sex. We are adults we should be able to talk about it freely. Plus, Korea is just really hush hush and polite about that stuff."

That night, Bada and i bonded. We became like sisters. Telling each other everything. I even met her man. They were a hot couple. I could see why they would go for each other. But that's pretty much all about Howl. we got to know each other to a certain degree. I mean, at the end of the day, girl code still exists, and it's something i truly ride and believe in, sisters over misters, you know. Like him and Bada would help pick out my outfits and stuff. Like right now. "So, what do you think?" I ask both of them as they are sitting on my bed eating snacks. "Don't you think they are a bit revealing?" Howl said while opening up another bag of the hot fries I had shipped here, while bada shoke her head, agreeing with him. "First of all, I'm a grown ass woman who is everything but insecure so I can show off. Secondly, shawty was fine in that pic she sent me, so she must wanna see all this. So, which one sluty sexy or sluty cute."

Each outfit was revealing yet gave a different vibe. I never questioned why Howl was protective over me, shit I thought he saw me as his little sister like Bada. Boy was I fucking wrong. I started showing then the messages between me and mystery women. She was a hot masc with a long wolf cut. And the entire conversation basically consists of us trying to have phone sex. But why sit in bed and play with myself when I can have her do it for me. "Wow, you two really are going to do this on the first date?" Bada asked while staring at me, looking slightly nervous, yet I couldn't understand why. To be honest, they both had been acting weird lately. They were like my best friends, so I wanted to know what was happening but didn't wanna drag it on. Maybe it's nothing. "Now you know I don't plan on dating that girl. Anyways, I'm sticking with sexy, so I'll be back and you two can do anything you horny fucks can thing of. Except fucking on my bed. Move it along weirdos." I tell them walking out the house.

"What the fuck, this shit is getting out of hand, Bada I thought we agreed to tell her?" Howl said angrily thinking about all the things Mika could be doing right now with that girl, she had been gone for hours. "I know, this is hard for me too. But we can't just tell her out of the blue. Hey, me and my boyfriend are totally in love with you, and I know you don't do relationships, but are you willing to date us, so we can finally call you ours and stop listening to you fuck other people." Bada stated basically yelling at him. "We just need to tell her this is bullshit-"

Before they could finish their conversation, they heard something slam against the door, startling them both. The sounds kept repeating as if someone was trying to get in, causing Howl to immediately grab Bada and place her behind him, thinking someone was trying to break into the apartment. "Are we being robbed?" Bada asks Howl in slight fear, but before he could defend them, both Mika comes crashing through the door, drunk as shit. With what seems to be her date. Both of them kissed and basically dry humping each other with clothes on, paying no mind to the people in the house. Mika moves her hand trying to lock the door before, the unknown woman grabs her neck shoves her knee into pussy, making sure to rub away all the tension. They both moan into each other's mouths and finally lock the door stumbling into her room, still without acknowledging her fellow roommate and boyfriend.

As they bedroom door abruptly closes shut, they are now finally out of the eye sight of Bada and Howl, who are seething in anger. "I thought you said they weren't gonna work out, jackass?" Bada whisper yelled at Howl, hitting him in the shoulder. Though he can't even find the time to register the pain before all they can hear is the sound of the bed creeks against the wall. "They shouldn't have, I mean, they don't have anything in common. What the fuck does she has that we don't?" "We are telling her tomorrow, I don't care what we have to do but she is gonna know. We can't go on like this. It's supposed to be the three of us, ok?" Howl says while grabbing Bada's cheeks, looking into her eyes for reassurance. She nods along.

"Y-yes... shit.... right there.... ughhh... fuck me...". Bada turns to looks at the door with a sour expression, "but let's go, I refuse to listen to this shit any longer. Not when we can obviously make her moan way louder then that." Howl just smiles for a moment and nods, "exactly baby let's not feed into negatively. She will be ours by tomorrow night."

(See, I know yall are waiting on the mommy duties part 2 fic, but I just got sick as fuck and I feel like garbage. But I don't want yall to think I'm one of those writers that's coming up with a new excuse every week, so I will try my best to work on it, babes. Now tell me if yall feel like roommate pt.2 would be a good idea or nah?)

[sunshinevanfleet]

use somebody - j. kiszka

pairing: jake x reader

a/n: hi there everyone! this one is for u @goldlionsilversun for inspiring me to write this<3 it is loosely based on the song 'use somebody' by kings of leon, so give that a listen if you so desire. i hope everyone enjoys. pls let me know ur thoughts. ok love u bye

genre: smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), angst

word count: 3.7k

summary: jake vents his frustrations to the reader. some truths come out.

warnings: alcohol consumption, oral (m receiving), spanking, unprotected sex, angst, explicit sex scenes, etc.

“Rock ‘n roll’s not always sunshine and rainbows, you know.” A small, bratty smile played on Jake’s lips as he lifted the beer bottle to his lips. He looked at you out of the corner of his eye as he drank, his eyes taking in your expression.

“What makes you say that?” You lifted an eyebrow at him curiously. He kicked back in his chair, bare feet propped on the little ottoman in front of him. His figure looked strangely out of place in your hotel room, so relaxed in the foreign place. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, ripped apart in your heated struggle against one another only minutes before; it was strange how quickly the two of you went from fondling each other to an existential discussion.

He emptied his drink, tossing the bottle easily into the trash bin in the corner. He folded his arms behind his head. His glassy eyes bored into you intensely; you squirmed a bit in your own seat across from him. 

“So many things…” he sighed heavily. The heavy expression on his face made him look suddenly older; he looked as if he were carrying a heavy weight on his shoulders.

“It can’t be too bad,” you said, trying to lighten the mood. “Waking up in a new city every morning. Meeting new people. Having thousands of people screaming your name.” You smiled cheekily.

The corner of his lips turned up, but he shook his head. “Who gives a shit how many people are screaming your name, if you don’t have anyone just saying it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean– picture this…” He splayed his hands out in front of him, as if lifting a poster into the air. “You’ve got all of these people who think they know you… They think they love you. They care about you in some parasocial way, of course, but…” he sighed again. “You’ve got no one there who actually knows you. Who actually cares about you.”

You frowned. “Jake, I’m sure there are plenty of people who actually care about you.”

He laughed. It was a humorless sound, almost bitter. 

“That’s not what I mean, Y/N.”

You weren’t sure exactly what he meant. 

“The sex is fine,” he said, continuing on in his explanation. 

“Just fine?”

“Just fine,” he said, voice almost bored. “Got about a dozen girls to keep my bed warm, sure, but what’s any of that good for?”

An amused smile graced your lips. You were too drunk to be having this discussion, and so was he. The whole thing was all over the place. You came up here just to be another one of those dozen girls, as you had time and time again. But sometimes you got your angsty Jake; every now and then, you were his escape. His person to vent to.

“Yet you keep coming back,” you said softly. He looked at you as if you had grown another head. He hated when you made sense, when you made him realize he had a part in all of his own problems. Whose fault was it that he kept fucking a different girl in every city?

“What?”

“You keep hooking up with random girls, instead of settling down. That’s what you’re getting at, right? You want someone who sees you… You want someone who’s yours.”

“Sure,” he said, still not following.

“But you don’t let yourself have it.”

“You’re saying this is my fault.”

“I’m saying you have a part in it, Jake,” you said reasonably. “You put all these walls up, all of these protections. The only time you’re vulnerable is when you’re drunk.”

“That’s not true,” he said. He almost sounded hurt.

“Well, that’s the only time you’re vulnerable with me. Of course, I wouldn’t know anything about your everyday life. You only call me when you want some ass.”

“That’s not true, either.”

He was looking hurt, now. His eyes softened, but you could see how hard he clenched his jaw. One of his hands picked at the frayed upholstery of the chair, his finger finding a string and twisting it roughly around his finger. 

“I dunno,” you said, with a little more empathy, “it sometimes feels that way to me, at least. I never see you outside of these shitty hotel rooms.”

It was true; your only in-person meetings were hookups in stuffy hotel rooms, his dressing room, and the tour bus occasionally. You knew he was closer to you than most of the other girls he was sleeping with. The two of you could almost be considered good friends. You texted often, if not every day, and facetimed once or twice a week. But you had never been together outside of fucking each other once or twice every blue moon, when you ended up in the same city at the same time. 

“I still talk to you outside of these places,” he said, voice weak. “It’s not like– like with the others. I can actually talk to you.”

“Okay,” you said, regretting your previous words. “That was harsh, I’ll admit it… But I’d still like to see you outside of these four walls.”

Jake nodded. “Yeah, me too.”

The two of you were quiet. He stared out of the sliding glass door, out onto the balcony. You stared at him. Seeing him looking so torn apart made your stomach do a turn. His glossy eyes watched a plane passing by, miles and miles away, lights flickering in the darkness. You couldn’t tell if his eyes were wet from the drinks or because he was upset. You fidgeted with one of your rings, worried. 

“I need a minute,” Jake breathed after a moment. He pushed out of the chair and ambled out onto the balcony, leaving the door cracked behind him. You pulled your bare feet up into your own chair, tucking them beneath you. Outside, Jake leaned over the balcony railing, breathing in the night. You recognized that he was probably feeling trapped by your presence, but still you wanted to go out there to him. Snake your arms around his waist and press your face into his back. You wanted to be skin-to-skin with him, breathing in the scent of his skin mixed with the cheap beer he had been drinking. 

Several long, dragging minutes passed. You wondered if you should just leave, even though it was your hotel room. Being by yourself began to feel like the only option; when Jake got into one of his moods, it was very hard to drag him out. You didn’t want to leave him, but he was the type to close-off and run if you pushed him too far. Even worse, there was the possibility that he would storm off and find another girl to blow off his steam with. That was almost too much to handle. 

He was able to breathe for almost ten minutes before you couldn’t take the aching silence anymore. You padded over to the glass door, and joined him outside. Without a word, you shuffled up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You rested your cheek against his back, smelling the leftover cologne and tangy scent of his sweat mingling on the fabric of his shirt. 

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled quietly. Your voice was barely audible over the sound of the busy streets below; it was early enough for people to still be out bar-hopping and being too loud in public. Even several stories up, Friday nights were always loud in the city after hours. “I didn’t mean to sound like an asshole back there.”

“‘S okay,” Jake said, though it didn’t sound like it was. “Just been having a hard time lately. I know it sounds cliche, but nobody understands.”

“No,” you agreed. “I guess I can’t understand what’s going through that pretty little head of yours.”

He chuckled lightly at your words.

“But I can listen, and I can be here for you. If you want me to, that is.”

With a deep breath, you felt him relax slightly under your touch. He wriggled in your arms, spinning around to face you. Leaning back against the railing, he was silhouetted by the shining red lights from the dive bar across the street. The air seemed to glow around him, enhancing his soft features and making him look even more upset. You reached for him, one of your hands pressing delicately against the side of his face. Tracing your thumb over his cheek, down to the corner of his lips, you pressed closer to him. He was beautiful, in a broken sort of way. 

“You just gonna stare at me all night?”

You smiled. “God, I’m trying to have a moment here with you, Jake.”

His lips turned up, though it didn’t completely meet his eyes. “I’d like to have more than a moment with you, my dear,” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. He leaned into you, his nose brushing yours as he hovered less than an inch away. His warm breath tickled your lips and cheeks as he eyed you.

“Guess it’s your turn to stare at me, then, huh?”

Your snarky reply was cut off by him pressing his mouth against yours. The kiss was slow, but there was an undertone of desperation to it. His lips were soft, like rose petals, pressing against yours firmly. He hooked one finger under your chin, lifting your face closer to his, opening you up for him. You clutched at the fabric of his shirt, bunching it in your hand as you tried your best to pull him even closer. The two of you stumbled drunkenly, pressing him back against the railing. Your skin was burning against his, you dressed in only your bra and his shirt halfway off. 

One of your hands slipped beneath the thin fabric of his shirt, pushing it off of his shoulders. He surrendered to you for a moment, taking his hands off of you for one second to shrug the fabric off before he was all over you again. One hand found the back of your neck and the other tangled roughly in your hair; you moaned against his lips–this was your Jake, fiery and burning against you. You clutched at his shoulder with one hand, while your other hand snaked between your bodies. Your fingers found the waistband of his jeans, undoing the button with practiced ease. Teasingly, you dragged your fingertips over the clothed form of his bulge, already straining against his pants.

He sighed against you, hips twitching imperceptibly. Your lips parted for half a second, both of you catching your breath before diving back in. At this, your hand pushed beyond the fabric of his jeans and underwear, finding his throbbing length. 

He hissed then, feeling your fingertips touching him, whispering against the skin. You touched him just enough for him to feel it, your thumb ghosting over him to spread out the moisture from his leaking tip. You swallowed his moan with a smile, pleased that you had this effect on him. A second later, you pushed him back, pulling your raw lips away from him. 

“What are you doing?” he asked impatiently, watching as you carefully peeled his pants down, exposing his cock to the cool night air.

“Seems like you need some special attention, Jakey.” You dropped to your knees without a second thought. You gazed up at him through your lashes as you tied your hair back from your face. The view of him from this angle was salacious, his hair slicked down on his forehead, eyes hooded as he watched you expectantly. A nasty little grin played on your lips as you finally leaned into him, gathering saliva in your mouth and licking a long, slow stripe up the underside of his cock. As you reached the tip, you gently parted your lips around him, swirling your tongue tenderly around the tip.

Jake groaned, a low, gravelly sound that sent a jolt down your spine and straight to your core. You couldn’t wait for him to lose his patience; you loved teasing him to the point of no return, loved getting him so worked up that he’d fuck you until the muscles in your legs seized up and you couldn’t walk. You drooled around his cock at the thought, ever so slowly bobbing your head and suckling softly. You couldn’t give him too much– you had to keep him just on the edge of toe-curling pleasure until he couldn’t take it anymore. 

“God, fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, throwing his head back.

You hollowed your cheeks around him, speeding up your movements for a second before slowing down again, and repeating your ministrations over and over. You used one of your hands to hold his hips back against the balcony railing, while the other joined your mouth on his cock. Your movements had increased from slow and sensual to almost aggressive, thrusting him quickly towards his climax. As you flicked your tongue against the vein at the base of his cock, you could feel his thighs trembling slightly. Little whimpered moans and breathy pants of your name poured from his lips; he was so pretty standing there above you, unable to look you in the eyes as you took care of him. You adored the way he gazed down at you, almost hypnotized, then looked away as he became bashful at the sounds he was letting out. 

Trying to ignore the needy throbbing between your own legs, you pushed yourself to the limit. Tears filled your eyes as you took him completely to the base, the head of his cock brushing the back of your throat as you moaned around him. He moaned sharply, one of his hands tangling into your hair once again.

“Ah, Y/N, enough,” he hissed, pulling against the strands of your hair. You groaned in protest around him, still swirling your tongue with determination. Another pointed moan left his lips, but he still was pulling you away. “I said enough,” he growled, voice tinged with frustration. He dragged you up to your feet, one hand in your hair and the other gripping your arm.

You stared at him, wide-eyed with an excited sort of fear. Licking your lips, you looked at him with those doe eyes and waited for his next move. 

“Feeling like a dirty girl tonight, huh?” The hand that was wrapped around your arm moved to circle around your throat. Your heart thrummed excitedly at the feeling of his calloused fingers pressing into the delicate, unmarked skin of your neck. He squeezed, perhaps harder than intended, and you winced as he pressed his lips to yours. A breathy sigh left your lips, the pain deliciously blooming beneath his fingers. You were dripping at the thought of what was coming next: Jake dragging you back into the room to drill you into the mattress.

But you were wrong.

“Think you need to be punished, my dirty girl,” he muttered as he pulled out of the kiss. “When I tell you to do something, you do it. You understand?”

“Hmm, yes, sir,” you responded. A mischievous glint flickered in your eyes; he knew you loved it when he treated you like a disobedient little brat. 

“That’s right, baby,” he said, tracing his touch over the finger-shaped bruises blooming on your neck. He pulled your hair sharply, exposing your throat to him fully. He trailed his mouth down your jawline, marking the skin with his teeth before finding your neck and sucking a few marks into the skin. You writhed in his grip, desperate for him to get his hands on the rest of you. At this rate, you were going to orgasm from the gravelly sound of his voice egging you on.

“Take these off,” he hooked one finger into the waistband of your pants and snapped the waistband against your skin. You bit your lip; it crossed your mind to disobey him again, to see just how worked up you could get him, but you caught the look in his eyes and knew he wasn’t in a joking mood tonight. He was going to ruin you. You removed the pants, goosebumps prickling your burning skin as the cool night air surrounded you. 

His eyes drank you in for a moment, dragging over the curves and valleys of your body hungrily. He bit his lip, taking a deep breath before he reached for you again. He directed you towards the balcony railing, pushing you against it. He placed one hand in the center of your back and pushed down, bending you over the cool metal. You hissed as it bit into your skin, but the pain was nothing in comparison to his burning touch. His other hand traced a path down your spine, over the curve of your ass, and found its way in between your legs. You were soaked clean through your panties, even your thighs were sticking together, slick with your arousal. Jake groaned throatily at the sight. 

“You’re a fucking mess for me, baby,” he said, a dark chuckle tumbling from his lips.

“Only for you,” you said, voice shaky. Your legs were weak already; he practically had you on your tip-toes, chest pushed over the side of the railing; his body pressing you against the metal was the only thing keeping you grounded. The thrill of it all was only making you more needy for him.

There was a smile in his tone as he spoke again, “Look at you, baby, being all sweet for me now.” His palm traced up your soaked slit and found your ass, rubbing lovingly against the skin. “Oh, it’s just too bad I’m gonna have to mark this pretty little ass up…”

You gasped at his words, the hand quickly following his sentence with a sharp slap against your ass. You bit your lip to keep from crying out, your brows pulled together at the delightful pain spreading over your skin. Your core was throbbing desperately at this point, clenching around nothing. You needed him so badly you thought you might scream.

“Jake, please,” you breathed, unable to even form a proper sentence. 

“Please, what?” he asked, voice curious.

“Just please, please do something,” you whined. 

He laughed again. “I am doing something sweetheart…”

You groaned. At that, there was another ringing slap and burning pain blooming over the same spot. You knew you were going to be sore tomorrow, his handprint stained into your skin like a red and purple mosaic underneath your clothes. The sweet torture of his hand landing blows against you came again, and again as you begged him for mercy. By the end of it all, you were trembling so badly and aching between your legs so much that you were practically on the edge. As soon as he touched you, you thought you were going to explode.

Your dear Jake wasted no time. 

“Ready for me, sweet baby? Ready for me to finish torturing your aching little pussy?” His words dripped with pure lust, hot and breathy in your ear. The spanking had done as much for him as it had for you, and that fact made things even worse. You squirmed wildly as he finally pressed against you, swollen tip finding your entrance with ease.

“Fuck me, please Jake,” you cried out. Your hands shook as you gripped the metal railing pressed into your stomach. There would be another mark for you to worry about in the morning, but you didn’t care. Jake bottomed out inside of you and an obscene noise tore from your lips, luckily still drowned out by the sound of the city below. 

Sweat poured down your face as you grew dizzy at the feeling of his hips slamming into you. You could barely see, your vision swimming as your orgasm approached at the speed of light. Your knees had collapsed minutes ago, but Jake and the railing held you in place as he drilled into you. The pair of you were soaked through with your arousal, filthy wet noises joining the chorus of both of your moans and whines as he fucked you ruthlessly. 

“Y/N, I need you to cum,” Jake breathed, pressing his forehead against your back. His lips found the skin of your shoulder, kissing you gently. The feeling drove you crazy, how gentle he was being despite his unwavering pace fucking into you. “I need you to cum, baby, I’m not gonna last much longer.” His breath fanned over your back.

He needn’t tell you twice. With a few more hard thrusts, his cock had you flying into your climax. You cried out his name, eyes squeezed shut so tightly that a thousand colors bloomed behind your eyelids. He rode you through your orgasm, hips growing shaky as he tried his hardest to hold his own off. You came down, still clenching around him, and he forced himself to pull out of you. His release painted the skin of your back, warm against your cooling skin. You breathed deeply as you pushed away from the balcony railing. The ache was finally beginning to settle into your body; you were sore all over.

Jake buttoned his pants back up, and retrieved his shirt from the floor so you could wear it. You hobbled clumsily back into the hotel room, letting him close the door behind the two of you. 

“I’ll get you a rag,” he said gently, as you flopped face-down onto the bed. He returned from the bathroom, unhooking your bra and using the rag to wipe all his cum off of your skin. As he stood, one of his hands gently rubbed over the raw skin of your bare ass. You winced. “Sorry, baby.”

“‘S okay,” you muttered, voice weak. You were exhausted. He returned again, patiently dressing you in his shirt and buttoning it halfway. You muttered a garbled thanks, dazed as he joined you in your bed, curled up beneath the covers.

“Would now be a bad time to say that I was talking about us earlier?”

“What?” you asked. A yawn played on your lips, and you breathed him in as he snaked his arms around you. You buried your face into his neck.

“I just– I don’t wanna be fuckbuddies anymore, Y/N. I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.”

You smiled against his skin, pressing your lips gently to his throat. 

“‘Bout time you came out and said it.”

[puppyspiral]

bloom for me

al haitham x m!reader x kaveh smut

summary: they just won't stop arguing! that is, until kaveh proposes a way you could get them to shut up

warnings: nsfw, filthy self indulgent writing, the slightest pain kink ever

a/n: this is sooooo self indulgent even tho i wrote it for a friend (hai mika ^_^) i hope u like it LMFAO

word count: 4168

You were so fucking tired of your two friends arguing over you. You were sat right in the middle of Kaveh and Al Haitham and they were just acting like you weren’t there.

You had finally had enough. You groaned, slapping the bar with both hands and exclaiming, “Stop it!”

Both of them silenced, looking at you instead of each other. “What on earth can I do to make you stop fighting?” You asked with a pout.

You looked at Kaveh who shared a look that could only be described as down right mischievous with Al Haitham. “I think I might have an idea.”

You turned to Al Haitham who now had a small smile creeping onto his face. “I think I get what Kaveh is saying. For once I agree with him.”

You sighed, exasperated, “Archons, will you just tell me what you’re thinking?”

“You know… a lot of me and Haitham’s fights at home have been about you,” Kaveh said with a grin, placing his hand onto your knee and then sliding it up your thigh in an agonizingly slow pace.

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Be serious, Kaveh. You can’t possibly be thinking of doing that with me.”

You turned to Al Haitham to confirm your words but he just raised his eyebrows in amusement and shrugged. “It wouldn’t be a bad idea. And, he’s right. We both want you.” He murmured the last part into your ear, his deep voice sending a tingling sensation down your spine.

You definitely weren’t listening to your rationale because you dipped your head in a small nod. “Okay. You guys want to spend the night with me, correct?”

Kaveh laughed, “You make it sound as if we’ll be sleeping. I, for one, have no intentions of getting any sleep.” He pushed his face into you, nipping at the flesh of your neck.

You squeaked in surprise, flinching at his soft bite. “Kaveh… we’re in public.”

Al Haitham laughed, enjoying the sight in front of him. “Do you think he cares? See, one thing about Kaveh is that he really, really likes doing things in public.”

Oh. You were caught between a very strange lover’s quarrel.

You wanted to tease Al Haitham in some way, wanted to ask him how he knew that, but Kaveh was kissing your neck and, oh, Archons, you weren’t about to stop him.

“Then– ah! Let’s get out of here, please, I don’t want you to do this to me here,” Your voice pitched up into a whine and finally Kaveh let up off of your neck. You brought your hand up to where he had practically attacked you, letting your finger touch the hickey he had left.

Al Haitham’s eyes drifted down, “You sure you can walk out of here like this?”

You hit him on the shoulder in embarrassment, wiggling your hips to satiate the desire that was building between your legs.

“Let’s get you out of here, then.” Kaveh suddenly stood up, grabbing you off of the barstool and throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

You truly had no clue how weak you were against these two men. Al Haitham paid off the night’s tab and Kaveh carried you out of the bar.

As Kaveh brought you inside of him and Al Haitham’s apartment, he finally let you down only to push you up against the door, kissing you.

You flinched as he licked at your lips and you parted them softly, feeling his tongue against yours. Your eyes briefly flitted over to Al Haitham who was leaning against the wall and watching you with an intent gaze.

You felt yourself flush under that jade stare, but Kaveh pulled away with a soft pout. “Pay attention to me, babe.”

You grumbled a little, feeling your face flush deeper. “You’re kind of a brat.”

He grinned before pressing his mouth into your neck. “Yeah, but you still wanna fuck me.”

You huffed, letting him kiss your neck again and you whined as he bit you.

You heard Al Haitham scoff, and despite Kaveh’s request, you tore your gaze away from Kaveh and over to the other. “You can be a little greedy, too,” You said, reaching a hand over to him.

He tried to act like he didn’t want to, but you knew better than that. “Haitham,” You said sweetly, and that seemed to be enough.

He strode over to you and pushed Kaveh out of the way. Kaveh huffed, “Asshole.”

“You were taking too long.”

He scooped you up, carrying you bridal style into his bedroom. He placed you carefully on the bed as if you were something fragile.

Kaveh followed, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching keenly as Al Haitham began to kiss you. He pulled you into his lap and you straddled it so easily, like you were made to be in this exact position on him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, whining into his mouth as he kissed you. You were enjoying being kissed, sure, but you wanted more.

You truly had no idea that you were grinding your hips into him until Kaveh came up behind you, placing his hands on your waist. “Someone’s needy,” He murmured into your ear.

You pulled away from Al Haitham to tilt your head back and into Kaveh’s chest. You looked up at him, blinking. “Just keep kissing him, I’ll take care of you back here,” He said, beginning to slide cool hands into your pants.

You lifted your hips off of Al Haitham’s lap, letting Kaveh slide your pants and underwear down. You were expecting him to get lube, or use his spit, or something, but instead, he sank down and spread you apart, starting to lick at your hole.

You gasped, your arms tightening around Al Haitham. “Ka–Kaveh..!” You moaned, burying your head into the man who you were holding’s neck.

“Archons, Kaveh, be a little less forward. I doubt he’s ever been eaten out,” Al Haitham chided, but Kaveh just hummed. The vibrations went all through you and you moaned again, the sweet sound just slipping out of you.

Kaveh pulled away, “I think he likes it.”

You felt a little disappointed, wanting him to continue. “I did,” You said softly, it might’ve been too soft to reach Kaveh’s ears.

Al Haitham chuckled a little, reaching his hand down to grasp firmly at your ass before giving it a light smack.

You gasped in surprise and you hated the way your cock twitched at the slight pain.

“You like that?” He asked, nipping at your ear.

You screwed your eyes shut and nodded. He took note of this and gave you a firm smack once more. A needy moan left you and you found yourself rutting your hips into the air, begging to be fucked by one of them (or even, impossibly, both of them).

“Haitham. Lube,” Kaveh snapped his fingers towards the nightstand. Al Haitham rolled his eyes but complied nonetheless.

He handed the lube over to Kaveh who enthusiastically uncapped it. He dripped some over your ass and you groaned at the temperature. “Archons, Kaveh, that’s enough,” You moaned.

Kaveh hummed, “Are you sure? I wanna see you take both of us.”

There it was. That stupid fantasy that you had entertained at least once before you knew all this would be happening. You flushed and buried your head into Al Haitham’s neck, embarrassment filling you to your core. “Are you okay?” The scholar’s voice was soft and almost prying.

You nodded letting out a soft huff. You supposed you were in no position to be catty about things. “I’ve thought about this before. You. Kaveh. Doing this,” You admitted, nibbling on your bottom lip.

You heard Kaveh exhale in excitement and you watched as the bottle of lube got tossed to the side. “Well, all the more reason to prep you to the best of my abilities,” He said in that stupid, smart-ass tone of voice.

You would’ve said something back if it weren’t for the fact that he shoved three of his fingers deep inside of you. You hissed in pleasure, going back to hiding your face.

Al Haitham put his hands on your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Look at me. Don’t focus on him too much, I’m right here.”

“Mm– ah, okay,” You replied, barely able to come up with that simple of a reply.

He chuckled, it was rare that you got to see him smile. He tilted your chin more towards him and kissed you again. You weren’t one to refuse him and those soft lips yet that somehow rough touch. Being stimulated from both ends like this was making you tremble and you ended up moaning Kaveh’s name into your other paramour’s mouth.

He didn’t look pleased, exactly. Something primal, something low and jealous came from his throat and he grabbed the lower half of your face. “Who’s right in front of you?”

Kaveh had added another finger by now and you were finding it hard to say something, a wanton haze clouding your mind. “You,” You moaned out as you ground your hips into Kaveh’s hand.

“Say my name,” He commanded.

“Al– fuck– Al Haith-am,” You managed to stammer out without losing too much composure.

A pleased and smug look crossed his face, “That’s right. And, I’ve got a bigger dick than Kaveh.”

Kaveh scoffed, and, much to your displeasure, took his fingers out of you. “That is not true!” He closed the gap between you, pressing his stomach into your back and whispering in your ear, “He’s lying.”

You had your own reservations about whether or not Al Haitham was being truthful, but seeing them quarrel like this, over you was sparking something in you. “Well, you’re obviously biased.” You had lowered your hips, tired from holding them up and were now sitting in Al Haitham’s lap again. “I think I’ll be your middle man, hm? See who’s dick is really the biggest.”

You tapped the top of your head against Kaveh’s chest again. He furrowed his brows together for a moment before scoffing. “Fine.”

Yeah, sitting against Al Haitham like this while he was only half-hard, you knew who was bigger. It’s not like you were one to lead people on, but Kaveh was a completely different story. If you led him on, he would get eager and it was all the more pleasing to see him be disappointed. You were probably a little out of your mind.

You gently slipped off of Al Hatiham’s lap, hands fumbling with his belt buckle. You did your best not to audibly gasp when you pulled his cock out of his pants. He wasn’t even hard all the way! “Kaveh, I think he’s got you beat,” You grinned, giving a sultry look back at him.

Kaveh gave you a slight glare and the idea of him being mad excited you. “You haven't even seen it yet.”

He let out a soft huff, quickly shimmying off his pants in an attempt to please you. In contrast to Al Haitham, Kaveh’s cock was just a few centimeters longer but it was thinner.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, the back of your mind thinking how stupid it was that you were comparing these two things. “I mean, I’d say you're about the same.” You pushed your hand through your hair and Al Haitham caringly pushed strands away from your face.

“Come on. My dick is obviously longer,” Kaveh said in desperation.

“Yeah, but, Haitham’s is thicker. I bet it would stretch me out real good,” You punctuated your sentence by dragging your finger on the underside of Al Haitham’s cock, causing him to groan softly, covering his lips with his hand.

“I bet you’ll be begging for my cock to be smaller when it’s shoved down your throat,” He murmured, tilting your had back and sliding his hand down your neck.

You let out an excited giggle, “A lot of talk for someone who always seems like he’s compensating.”

“Kaveh. You’re scaring him,” Al Haitham taunted, catching Kaveh’s wrist.

You turned your gaze to Al Haitham, shaking your head and chuckling. “No, he’s not. I can handle it.”

“You sure, bunny?” He dropped Kaveh’s wrist, grabbing yours and kissing your palm.

You definitely weren’t expecting the nickname and tenderness from him. He was so rough earlier, it was an odd switchup. You weren’t complaining, though.

Al Haitham pulled you back into his lap, pulling your shirt off of you. He kissed your collarbone, trailing kisses down your chest and then pushing teeth into your nipples. You gasped, back straightening in surprise. “Hips up again,” Kaveh said, you could hear jealousy under his voice.

You groaned, situating it so that Al Haitham could still kiss your front wherever he wanted and so that Kaveh could play with your ass again.

You were expecting Kaveh to put his fingers back in you but you were greeted with the tip of his cock teasing at your entrance. You whimpered, surprised at the suddenness. “You can’t just go in like that,” You murmured, turning your head to look pleadingly at him.

Kaveh just chuckled, placing his hand at the base of your skull and trailing it down your spine until his thumb started to push at your hole, stretching it open. “I think you can take it.”

You bit your lip, whining. “He rushes, I know. Always so bratty, begging to be fucked,” Al Haitham commented, nipping at your chest.

You briefly imagined Al Haitham fucking roughly into Kaveh, something angry yet loving. “I wouldn’t put it past him,” You purred.

Al Haitham chuckled, “You’ve got that right.”

“I’m right here,” Kaveh whined, biting at your shoulder.

“I’m not neglecting you,” You said, craning your head back to look at him.

“It feels like you are,” He replied, his voice needy.

You pouted innocently, “Poor baby.”

He suddenly thrust all of his length inside of you and you were pushed forward, letting out a sharp moan as he did.

Al Haitham’s brows knitted together and he gave you a concerned look and then glared at Kaveh. “Be gentle. Are you okay?”

You nodded slowly and he placed his hand on the side of your face. “Just tell me if he gets too much for you. I know how to whip him into shape,” He commented with a soft chuckle.

You were inclined to laugh a little but Kaveh was beginning to pull and push in and out of you and you could barely focus on anything else except the pleasure blossoming from it.

Kaveh slowed down his pace, lazily thrusting into you with his hand on your back. It was agonizing, you wanted more than just this stupid slowness of him.

You carefully snaked your hand down to your cock, wrapping your hand around it and beginning to jerk yourself off.

Just as you were about to reach your orgasm, Kaveh stopped moving and pulled your hand away from you. You whined, rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to ask for more. “You can’t cum yet.”

“What? Why not?” You asked, your chest tightening in anger.

Kaveh just hummed, kissing a trail from the back of your neck to the end of your spine. Once he was finished with that, he wet his lips and then said, “I wanna see you ride Haitham.”

Your face flushed in embarrassment that he could just suggest something like that. You supposed you were already too far gone to say no. “You seem to be making me do an awful lot of work. What if I just want to lay down and be fucked?”

“Don’t be a pillow prince,” He said with a flick to the nape of your neck.

You flinched at the small sting it brought but decided not to argue.

You placed your hands on the sides of Al Haitham’s jaw, “Is this… okay?”

He groaned, leaning into your touch like a man starved. “More than anything.”

You started to position yourself over his cock but then Kaveh tutted gently. “I want you to face me.”

At this point you were realizing there was no point in arguing with his demands. You grumbled a little, turning around and trying to find the best way to put Al Haitham’s dick inside of you. You turned your head to face him and frowned a little, “Haitham, can you help me?”

“Of course I can, pretty,” He murmured, kissing your back. He placed his hands around your waist, lowering you carefully onto his dick.

You groaned as the head of his cock broke the threshold of your ass. You gently sank to the hilt, gasping at how full you felt.

“I’m better than Kaveh, right?” He asked cockily, biting into your shoulder.

You barely had time to answer, he had wrapped his hands around your waist and was starting to bounce you up and down. “Nn, yes, you are–” You stammered out, steadying your hands on his thighs. Wow, he was muscular.

You, completely lost in your own bliss, barely noticed it when Kaveh nuzzled his cheek into one of your thighs. Your breath hitched in your throat and you shook your head when you realized what his motive was.

“N–No, I can’t have you, ah, both,” You whimpered, but Kaveh seemed to disregard this. He tucked hair behind his ears and then sunk down, placing his mouth onto the tip of your length. You gasped, hips jerking at the small contact.

Al Haitham laughed, “Good job, Kaveh. He tightened up real nicely around me when you did that.”

Kaveh made a disgruntled noise that would’ve been funny except for the fact that your dick was making it’s way into his mouth. The only thing you felt from that little noise of his was pure pleasure, the vibrations sending a shock right to your centre.

As Al Haitham thrust up into you, Kaveh took all of your cock into his mouth and a begging, wanton moan escaped your lips. “I seriously can’t take it, please, one of you stop,” You cried, but you also sort of thought that if one of them stopped, you might actually die.

Luckily, neither of them seemed to take your words to heart, because they both just kept their pace.

“Kaveh, get off, I’m gonna cum, I don’t wanna– into your mouth, fuck,” You sobbed, your hand gripping his blonde hair.

He looked up at you through half lidded eyes, and it was that lustful stare of his that made you cum. You slapped a hand over your mouth in embarrassment, watching as he sat up and then swallowed.

He wiped the corner of his mouth and shrugged, “I’ve tasted worse. Now, I don’t think me or Haitham has cum yet. Bear with us for a bit?”

You wanted to scream, to say that no, this was all too much for you, but something about his affectionate gaze made you nod your head, blinking slowly up at him.

“That’s a good boy.” His touch was suddenly gentle, and he pulled you into a position where Al Haitham could fuck you and to where you could suck him off.

Kaveh sat down and you carefully took his member into your hands and then started to push it into your mouth. As you were doing this, Kaveh pressed his hand into your neck and then slid it up your back.

“Look at the way your back is arched right now. One might think you’ve done this before,” He quipped, using his other hand to rub your cheek affectionately.

You took your mouth off of him and bit his thigh, a gentle reminder of the fact that you were kind of the one in control right now.

He finched a little, and you, satisfied with your work, went back to trying to fit all of his cock into your throat.

Al Haitham wasn’t appreciating being forgotten, it seems. It wasn’t your fault, though! He hadn’t started thrusting in quite a few moment. But then, he pulled out ever so gently and then rammed all of his length inside of you.

You moaned around Kaveh and he shuddered. “Focus on me. Act like he’s not even there.”

That was rather hard to do when Al Haitham was repeatedly slamming against a spot inside of you that was so deep and felt so good, but you did your best to nod a little bit. You bobbed your head on his cock, occaisonally pausing whenever Al Haitham hit a particularly good place in you.

“I wanna cum in your pretty little mouth, can I do that?” Kaveh asked, threading nimble fingers into your hair.

“Mmhmm,” You mumbled as you hollowed your cheeks around his shaft. He gasped, his grip tightening ever so slightly on you.

“Ahh, pretty boy, ‘m gonna cum, keep going,” He encouraged, using his grip on your hair to guide you. His member scraped the back of your throat and you felt like coughing, but you held it in.

Kaveh looked pretty when he came, you thought. His face was captured in a moment of total bliss and his hand was dangerously close to hurting you. His seed filled your mouth and when you pulled back, some of it dripped out and onto the covers.

Al Haitham’s thrusts had come to a lull for a moment, seeming to want his other partner to get through his climax, but as soon as you spit out Kaveh’s cum into your palm, he was back to thrusting into you.

You let out a yelp of surprise and pleasure but he shushed you gently. “Quiet, love. You’re doing so good for me.”

You groaned, burying your head into the sheets, embarrassed. You heard Kaveh chuckle and you looked up at him, wondering why you ever agreed to this in the first place.

The strokes of Al Haitham’s cock inside of you became slower and gentler as he seemed so close to his own orgasm. You wanted to tell him to hurry up, to be rough, because you were also on that dangerous edge of your climax, but you kept your mouth shut.

Al Haitham placed a hand on your back as if to steady himself and his pace sped up for a moment before he let out a soft grunt, spilling inside of you. You let out a sigh of relief as he pulled out, knowing that he was finished, but you were still unsatisfied.

“You guys are assholes,” You muttered, bringing a hand down to massage your throbbing erection.

Al Haitham chuckled a little, hooking his arms under your armpits and then pulling you back up. Your back was set flush against his chest and he started to use his own hands to give you that satisfaction that you so desperately craved. One of his hands had his fingers thrusting into your entrance and the other was sliding up and down your member, squeezing with just enough pressure to feel good.

“Haitham, wait, it feels weird…!” You exclaimed, squirming in his hold.

“Just wait, it’s okay,” He murmured into your ear, kissing your neck.

Your mind went blank as you came and Al Haitham kissed your neck again, whispering praises into your ear.

You let out a shuddering sigh, finally realizing what exactly you had just done. You felt embarrassed. You covered your face with your hands and Kaveh took one of your hands away, kissing your wrist. “Did you have fun?” He asked.

You bit your lip and nodded. “I can’t believe I did something like this with you two,” You admitted with a flush.

Al Haitham laughed, “Didn’t you say you’ve thought about it before?”

Your face flushed deeper as you remembered your lust-drunk words from earlier. “Ye–Yes, I have thought about it before. That doesn’t change the fact that I was just thinking about it, not that it was actually happening.”

“Well, if you had fun, why don’t you consider doing this as more than a one night stand?” Kaveh asked, trailing kisses down your forearm.

You let out a short gasp at the proposition and you took a moment to think about it. “I mean… if you’re serious about it. About me.”

“Of course we are,” Al Haitham chimed, his soft kisses turning into even softer bites.

You huffed. “Fine. I don’t want you two fighting, though.”

Kaveh chuckled a little, “I dunno, seeing how our last little spat ended, we might just keep this up.”

You gently flicked him on the cheek and he laughed again. You blushed and then said, “I’m tired.”

“Let’s go to bed, then,” Al Haitham said, gently moving you so that you were sat beside him on the bed instead of in his lap.

The thing about being tired wasn’t a lie and as they lovingly tucked you under the covers, you drifted off rather easily.

[hypnotized-kittens]

favorite ships and ur headcanons for them? :3

Of course beautiful ✨🤭(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

I should never trought that someone whould ever ask me for a ship , but well whatever Let's goOOoO

•Chad♥️Bryce

-ok first of all I want to say that the both of them really complement each other in some way , I mean , Chad it's Definitely the kind of lover who is willing to kill and die for his bf ; while Bryce is calm enough to understand and possibly accept someone so dramatic and insecure like Chad ( and Being capable of doing whatever it takes for him ) . Chad it's aware of the problems with money of Bryce so he always tries to help him with something 's : like the money :D . They have a secret relationship because they are scared that the other students whould bully them for that , or even their own clique ( mostly because I have the hc that the preps have grew up in homophobic families and they don't know how they Will react ) . Chad's dog doesn't really like Bryce so when He approaches Chad, Chester starts barking as if he was satan himself . Once he almost bites his nutz . He ended up bitting Chad nutz instead . It hurtalot babsbbsjssjjsjsjsjsjsnxlwjfvbfjdkdjd.

•Derby♥️Jhonny ( Dirtmoney )

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH , I love and feel ankward everytime I see this ship and their content, it's just prettyy and aoaoaiksoa

-they arlready felt a tention everytime they saw each other , so slowly but surely they fall in a crazy yet stupidly hot love . Everytime someone else aproaches to one of them , the other comes from begind the nowere and hugs from begind or kisses the neck with a " no maam , look for another " face . Derby often just goes and surround His arms over Jhonny's chest , He gets easily blushed with that and the preppie débil knows it ;⁠) . They have to meet in secret cuz ✨ SocIaL STatUs ✨. Derby still feels something strange about being with Jhonny (gay from the closet moment), but he doesn't give it that much importance. Jhonny, on the other hand, is surprised that his worst enemy was even More faithful than Lola, he's a bit closed off with affection to look like "the king of Bullworth," but sometimes he just can't help but blush too much around him.

•Beatrice♥️Dan

-Just happened, don't look at me like that . The " social ankward and LET'S FUCKING GOOOO " couple . Beatrice arlready had a crush on Dan when he was a nerd . He didn't notice after he became a jock . Dan truly treated her different in comparison with other nerds. Every time Beatrice does something clumsy to Dan, he has a fit because of so much tenderness, even though it doesn't show that much. Dynamic duo: they have each other's back. Once a greaser started bothering Beatrice too much, Dan spawned out of nowhere and hit him in the balls so hard that it literally made him scream like he was being killed. They often receive disapproval from their peers but they don't give a shit . For some strange reason Mandy no longer harasses Bea like before (⁠✿⁠☉⁠｡⁠☉⁠). And even stranger, the nerds are even nicer to Dan than before (well, everyone except Earnest).

•Gord♥️ Vanceeee

-I love it I love it please be eternal my dear god's . Hair and clothes combo , chaotic neutral bf's . Chances are, their friends and other students have seen them kiss or get too affectionate at some point, but most of them doesn't surprise or even cared very much because they saw it come in some point ( the first time was just "oh u are dating ? Cool now let me go back to my ordinary life" thing ) . Fruity in equallity , but Gord it's the blushingboys Maschine n° 9000 for Excellence . Vance has to stand on tiptoe to kiss Gord , It's small but tremendous. Gord definitely punched an old karen in the face just for a discount jacket as a gift for Vance. His greaser boyfriend had to defend him and end up saying: " Babe I love you and all that but you gotta admit even I have limits " . ( Ok he whould never say that but whatever ) .

EXTRA : •Melody♥️Pedro

- Don't cancel me please , I just think they look very cute together . Like , the happiest kid with the child with possible anxiety couple that makes drawnings , talk about bees and Make flower crowns that they find out there. Simply adorable (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

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[nebulous-library]

my thoughts will echo your name until i see you again

Series: Tokyo Revengers Pairing: Kokonoi Hajime x Reader Word count: 5.1k Genre/Content/Tags: Not Safe For Worms - violent themes bc part of this takes place in the Bonten timeline, so if you're not comfortable witnessing Bonten!Koko put a gun in someone's mouth, now it the time to close tab, heavy manga spoilers, do not read if you haven't finished the manga, this fic will not make sense to you, not quite a soulmate au, more of an interwoven destiny kinda love, finding each other in different timelines basically, you’ll see, trust me, i promise the only thing spicy in this fic is the one big Bonten flashback, which just has like standard high level organized crime and violence type shit, u get to see koko get hella businessy and rough with someone who deserved it, yw, anyway just read the summary

[Read on AO3]

**MINORS DNI || 18+ ONLY**

Summary: You were Koko’s girl in the Bonten timeline. However, when the timeline resets, neither of you have ever met. Are you still destined to be? On a chance encounter in the Good Timeline, you stumble upon each other. You feel a magnetic pull and can’t help feeling like you know each other somehow already. “Do you think love can transcend lifetimes?”  

A/N: ...I couldn't hold it back any longer, I wanted to release one of my Koko fics out into the world. This hasn't been beta-read either, I don't wanna burden my beta reader too much with all she has going on.

Once again though, if you're not cool reading about Bonten Timeline Koko blowing someone's brains out, like, literally not sexually, now is your chance to tap out.

If not, then Bone Apple Teeth, my friends.

You didn’t want to do this. You didn’t even know these people. You were only going because Chiyo’s date bailed on her at the last minute. Flaky jackass, you thought to yourself, cursing him for inadvertently sticking you with the task of attending the wedding of a pair of strangers with your friend in his stead. 

Chiyo had told you all about her childhood friend and now-coworker Hina – how kind and friendly she was, how easily she lit up a room and drew people to her, how you’d absolutely love her and wouldn’t at all feel out of place at this wedding. Chiyo was right about all but one of those things. 

The ceremony itself was sweet. You almost felt like you, too, had grown up with this couple and watched their love blossom into what it was now. They cared for each other dearly and it showed. Chiyo introduced you to the bride as the couple made their rounds at the reception, and she had indeed been correct in her assessment – Hina truly was a delight. The only thing Chiyo had been wrong about, though, was your ability to feel at home in this sea of countless strangers. Each of them had something deep and personal to say about the ceremony, or a story to swap about Hina and her husband and the adventures of their youth. You felt like the token fish out of water. 

Your only friend in this foreign place was long gone, busy catching up with the other teachers from the elementary school, leaving you to your own devices. Rather than stand around and stick out like a sore thumb, you made your way to the open bar to busy yourself with a nice peach bellini to ease the anxiety. You sighed as you sat down on the barstool, pinching your temples as the bartender worked on your drink. 

It would have been one thing if you were just alone in an unfamiliar place, but it didn’t help that you were fucking exhausted. At this point, you couldn’t recall the last time you’d had a solid night’s rest. Every time you shut your eyes, no matter how tired you were, your slumber was interrupted by strange dreams that consistently jolted you awake. Most were in the form of blurry vignettes of scenes you didn’t recognize, but that felt like memories nonetheless – low-lit tables with briefcases of bills, long drives through the city at night, taking in the view from inside the confines of some foreign luxury car, what seemed like drug deals that had potential to turn violent at any moment, crime scenes you got the sense you probably shouldn’t be at… All these little snippets would flash through your mind. 

At first these visions didn’t faze you, and you’d wake up like you always did in the mornings. You chalked it up to an overly active imagination or eating too close to bedtime. You thought it was weird that you were seemingly having recurring dreams, and it frustrated you that you couldn’t pinpoint the source of them. You tried to let it go, thinking you were reading too much into it, but the dreams only got more vivid from there.

You soon became familiar with a cast of characters that would show up in these visions. You never saw exactly what they looked like, but you could tell their presences apart from one another by their mannerisms and voices – a strange sword-wielding eccentric who was all too eager for the chance to draw his blade, a duo that seemed to always at each other’s throats (probably brothers, you figured), their quiet and serious leader whose words sent a chill through your bones. These were undoubtedly dangerous men, but the strangest part was that in each of these dreams, you felt no fear. Like you belonged there. Like their presence didn’t faze you in the slightest. 

There was another, perhaps the most prominent, figure present in almost every one of your dreams as of late – a man with silver hair that fell straight at his shoulder, frequently dressed in red and gold silks. He was always there, and he always brought you a sense of calmness. His voice was buttery smooth and even playful at times, sending shivers down your spine.

Your visions of him were considerably more detailed than the rest, and frankly it alarmed you. As you “saw” him more and more regularly, the less convinced you were that these were just dreams. While the others came in flashes and vignettes, of him you could see whole scenarios play out.

_____

In the most recent instance you’d seen him, you were seated beside him in the passenger seat of his Rolls-Royce, pulling up to a shady-looking building that you were almost certain was condemned. He clicked off the engine. 

“Just a quick stop. You stay here,” he’d said with a kiss to the side of your head as he gathered his things – a black folio and a revolver – and headed into the towering building that loomed over you. You got the sense that he tried his best to keep you as far out of harm’s way as he could. But that didn’t mean your curiosity didn’t get the better of you. 

In all fairness, you did try to be patient, but you hadn’t expected this “quick stop” to take quite so long. And to be perfectly honest, you were more unnerved by sitting alone in the alley than you were by whatever job he had gone off to take care of. You quietly unlocked the door, looking vigilantly at your surroundings, peeled yourself off the leather seat, and exited, lightly shutting the door behind you.

You removed your heels before proceeding into the building. It was dark inside, not a single soul in sight as you entered the dusty foyer. If this building was used at all, surely it wasn’t for anything that was able to operate in daylight hours. Your feet padded on the cool black and white tile as you approached the grand staircase at the center of the room. Your fingertips grazed the knob of the post at the base of the railing, and you paused, taking in your surroundings. You imagined this was once a place where important people gathered, judging by the ornate architecture and elegant mural-clad walls. The moonlight streaming in from the windows above caught each dust particle floating like feathers in the stale air, assuring you no one had congregated in this place in a good long while.

Just to be sure, you double checked that you had your knife in its holster at your thigh, before tiptoeing your way up the rich mahogany stairway. You passed the second floor, just as dead as the last, and continued on to the third, from which you swore you could hear some sort of commotion. You headed in the direction of the noise, eventually finding what appeared to be the sole lit room in the building.

You peered in the doorway.

Before you was a room with walls covered in clear plastic that was completely empty, save for an old couch pressed against the wall, and a singular chair in the center of the tarp-covered floor. Facing away from the door was a man strapped to the chair, thrashing against his restraints and trying desperately to cry out despite the gag in his mouth. 

The man in red slowly walked circles around him, like a shark with its prey. The heels of his shoes clacked authoritatively with each steady stride as he read off a list of amounts of money, each considerably more than the last. 

“….and finally, an ¥80,000,000 charge. Do you have any idea the kind of debt you’ve racked up, Mr. Yamada?” he interrogated, his folio snapping shut in his left hand before he tucked it gracefully under his arm. 

Muffled cries were the only response.

You heard the trill of the metal chamber of his freshly-loaded revolver spinning, stopping with a click. 

“Or with whom you’ve accrued it?” 

The barrel was pressed firmly to the side of the restrained man’s head, and he sobbed louder. 

“Bonten intends to collect. One payment method or another.” He pulled the gag out of his victim’s mouth. “Now then…any last words?”

Whatever Mr. Yamada said was barely coherent, some mixture of blubbering and pleading for his life and just a little more time. 

The man in red acted quickly, kicking square against Mr. Yamada’s chest, knocking him onto his back on the floor, floundering as he begged. Cries of “no” and “please” spilled from his lips as the man you’d arrived with crouched over him, one ornate stiletto on either side of his victim’s torso, and pressed the gun between his eyes. He raked his fingers through the man’s hair, yanking back to meet his own gaze as he trailed the barrel down Mr. Yamada’s cheek, slipping it between his lips as he screamed. 

“Time to pay the piper,” the gunman said teasingly, before his expression darkened in an instant. “Pick a god and pray.”

Bang.

He sighed as he rose to his full stature, looking at the darkened red splotches on his clothing, resigned to the mess and wiping down his gun with a dry portion of his sleeve.

“I hate getting my hands dirty,” he complained.

The pink-haired man quietly seated on the sofa stood up. “You say that, but you sure looked like you were having fun with it. ‘Pick a god and pray’?” he asked mockingly.

“Oh, stuff it. I may get caught up in the moment but that doesn’t mean I enjoy the mess.”

The other man simply shrugged in response. “I’m just saying you’re not as big of a buzzkill as you let them think you are. You should take it as a compliment.” He strode closer, kicking at the soiled plastic tarp as he approached the deceased. “Even if you did have to go and be all uptight about putting all this crap down.” 

The silver-haired man sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s because last time, somebody didn’t take precautions and it made cleanup a nightmare for everyone else,” he said pointedly. 

“I take back what I said before – you are a buzzkill.”

A hush fell over the room for a brief moment, and you leaned in further to try and get a better view. The men inside, however, reacted in an instant at the patter of your feet against the floor breaking the silence. Thinking they’d been followed at the sight of your shadow, the silver-haired man quickly pointed his firearm toward the doorway as his companion drew his katana from its sheath. 

“Who’s there?” he shouted, his voice more demanding than questioning, the echo hanging over you in the hall where you stood.

“It’s me!” you cried out quickly, before he had a chance to fire a warning shot in your direction.

“Princess?” his voice softened, sounding almost troubled. “What are you doing – Nevermind. Just…stay right there, okay? I don’t want you seeing this,” his voice called back to you. You thought it was sweet that he tried to preserve your innocence. It was like he didn’t know the way being near him while he worked thrilled you.

After some brief arguing with the other man over cleanup details, he emerged from the room, placing his palm on the small of your back and briskly escorting you out. 

“I thought I told you to stay out here,” he said, more concern in his voice than anger as you approached the car. 

“I tried, really! It was just…spooky all quiet,” you pouted, following him as he opened the trunk, going for the stash of sanitary wipes and a fresh suit from the cleaners. He looked down the alley toward the main road to be sure no one was coming before stripping and wiping himself down and changing into the clean clothing, shoving the sullied items into a black trash bag he tied off and stuck in the trunk to be disposed of later. 

As he pulled the lid down, you snaked your fingers up the pressed lapel, tracing the pinstripes up to his neck. “Besides,” you said, thumbing over the single speck of blood he’d missed, wiping it clean. “You’re sexy when you work.”

He caught your hand in his, holding it firmly against his chest. He looked calm, but you could feel his heart racing. Was it the adrenaline? Or was it just what you did to him?

The two of you stood there for a moment in silence before you piped up,”...Are you mad at me?”

The very thought was extinguished in an instant, his lips pressed firmly and tenderly against yours. They were soft and warm and full of love, leaving you breathless when he pulled away.

“How could I ever be mad?” 

And with that, he opened your door, ushering you into the vehicle, and climbing in the other side. If you hurried, you might still make your dinner reservations. 

As he put his hand on the gear shift, you playfully trailed your fingers up his wrist and the back of your hand. He smirked, slipping his hand atop yours, roughly gripping down, and pulling the gear shift into drive – and you were off. 

_____

Even now, it was like you could still feel his lingering touch. his fingers interlocked with yours. You watched your own fingers as you drummed on the counter, envisioning his warm palm laid over the back of your hand and his finger – long and elegant but still strong and firm – interlocked with yours. You groaned, burrowing your face into the crook of your elbow. You were really losing sleep, losing your mind over someone whose face you’d never even seen before. Someone who didn’t even exist. 

You couldn’t help it, though. Once your head hit the pillow and consciousness left you, all it took was for one scene to play out, and your body’s reaction to it would yank you back to this plane of existence. It was forceful, like part of you was clinging with all its might, desperate for just a moment longer in this other land. Like that part of your soul was ripped away from where it knew it belonged.

Your mind drifted to him once again, to the moment you’d known that you must have loved him. It was late. There you were, with him in his bed, in a room several stories above the tops of other apartment buildings in the area, the only light in the room being that which filtered in through the floor-length windows from the vivacious night life of the city below. It was a lively area, but nowhere that anyone would come looking for him. The sirens that wailed in the distance were on the trail of another. This was your own personal oasis, hidden in plain sight. 

It was all a blur, though. There could have been nothing surrounding you, honestly. There was him, and only him. 

The taste of his kiss was fresh on your lips as he gathered you in his arms. You laid on your sides, facing each other, chests flush against one another. He clutched you tightly, like part of him thought you would vanish if he let go, and you buried your face against his collarbone, one hand pressed against his heart. 

You recalled the feeling of hot tears dripping onto your neck as he kissed up your jaw to your cheek, lingering upon reaching their destination. But what echoed in your mind even now were the words he muttered – “I wouldn’t know what to do if I ever lost you too.”

Even thinking about it now made your heart leap in your chest. Something deep within you so vehemently rebuked the thought that he could merely be a figment of your overactive imagination that you were almost constantly plagued with these memories. You really were just losing your mind, you thought to yourself.

You sighed, sitting up as the bartender slid you your beverage. You thanked him, sure that the relieved look in your eyes more than conveyed your gratitude. He offered a shallow bow in response as if to say, “Just doing my job.”

Oh, that sweet, sweet first sip. It wasn’t very strong, but nonetheless provided the brief reprieve from the swirling storm of your own thoughts that you needed. You took a deep breath, stretching your neck to either side and taking a moment to let the alcohol do its thing and bring you the relaxation you craved. 

You swiveled around in your seat and crossed your legs, surveying the crowded reception hall as you nursed your drink. 

The groom was being swarmed by a herd of gentlemen who looked as if they had almost nothing in common – like he was their uniting factor. You could tell from the way they fussed over and clung to him that he was without a doubt an important figure in all their lives. It was sweet. You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corner of your mouth. 

Amidst the men was one in particular who looked to be having the time of his life. He couldn’t be much taller than 5’4”, and was currently dodging the grasp of a considerably taller man with his dark hair in a braided ponytail who was chasing him down. A handful of the others simply stood back and watched as the short one evaded capture. A tan man with glasses and slicked blonde hair pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, walking off somewhere to talk to one of the photographers. You kept your eyes on the chase, wondering just how long these two could keep at it.

That was when you heard it – that laugh. 

It came from somewhere across the room and made your ears burn. Your head jerked in the direction it came from, and there you saw him. 

He stood by the hors d’oeuvres fable, chatting with a hulking behemoth of a man wearing a paisley scarf and a wild grin. You could barely see him around the other man’s broad shoulders, but there he was. His dark hair was swept to the side, white streaks peppered in, adding to the shape and volume. His eyes twinkled with mirth and mischief as he spoke to who you assumed was his long-time friend. 

You studied him as he raised his beverage to his lips, fixating on the delicate way he wrapped his fingers around the glass. Those fingers. You knew those fingers.

You shook your head to yourself. What the hell are you thinking, projecting your imaginary boyfriend onto a stranger? Get a grip, you chided yourself. But you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. The way he carried himself, the whimsical glint in his eyes…this wasn’t anybody you’d ever seen before, but still, your soul was screaming. The tension within you felt like pulling magnets apart.

That was when he glanced your way, and your heart just about leapt out of your chest. It was only for a split second, but it felt like an eternity. His eyes absolutely and without a doubt landed on yours. 

“That’s him. That’s absolutely him,” said the burning sensation in your chest.

You were relieved the instant his glance passed over you, but it didn’t last long. You were about to get up and walk out before you made a complete idiot of yourself – Chiyo would understand if you explained to her later. You needed to not be here. But before you could make a single move, he did a double take, looking puzzled for a moment, as if he thought he’d spotted someone he knew.

His eyes widened when you made eye contact that second time. 

Quickly, he knocked back the rest of his drink, handing the empty glass to his friend and briskly walking in your direction. 

No, this is insane, you told yourself. I have to get out of here. You fumble in your purse, rummaging for your keys as you stand up.

But the instant you tried to take a step, his hand was on your bicep. 

“Excuse me,” he called, almost panicked.

You turned to him, and time stilled. As his face came into full view, you knew.

It was him.

“I swear this isn’t a pickup line, but do we know each other?”

The part of you that wanted to run and hide was at war with the part that wanted to throw yourself at him and say you’ve been searching for him, and the result was you simply standing there, floundering for words as your wide eyes met his. 

This couldn’t really be happening.

“Hajime?”

The name spilled from your lips before you realized it, like it had been on the tip of your tongue all this time. The name you’d never heard, but somehow you knew. It was him.

His breath hitched, the shock continuing to spread on his face. “You do know me, don’t we? And I know you…but I’ve never seen you before? This is insane, right? But you’ve been seeing it too, haven’t you? The visions?”

It was happening. 

“How did you –” you stammered.

“I don’t know, but it’s you, right? You’re the one who’s been in all those weird dreams with Mikey and the Haitanis and everyone in that organization? I mean, not that I knew what you looked like before or anything, but when I looked over here something just pulled me,” he rambled, sounding as insane as you felt. 

He takes both your hands in his and you respond with a small nod.

“I-I thought I was crazy,” you managed to stutter, squeezing his hands as if you still don’t believe he was right there in front of you. You wanted to cry, to throw yourself into his arms, but refrained, not wanting to cause a scene. 

“I thought I was crazy,” he repeated back.. “And they always feel so real, too. Shit…” He brought his hand to his forehead in disbelief. 

The two of you paused, letting everything sink in. You’d both been having these strange visions set in some other lifetime, each featuring one another. But what did it even mean?

The look on your face must have said it all. 

“...Let’s go talk somewhere a little more private,” he suggested. 

You nodded, and he laced his fingers in yours, leading you out to the gardens on the church’s second floor courtyard. 

Hajime led you to the bench, dusting it off with his handkerchief and offering you his hand as you sat down. You took it, not wanting to pass up another opportunity to check whether or not he was real. So far, all signs still pointed to yes.

He sat down beside you, still holding your hand, but leaning back, looking up at the sky, covered in sherbet-colored clouds and obscured by the foliage above. He gave your hand a squeeze.

You sat there in silence, examining him. It was evident on his face that he was processing everything. He would look at you, then back up, then glance back at you again, and look up again. His chest was heaving, and you couldn’t explain what possessed you to do this, but you let your free hand wander, trailing up his torso before landing above his heart. The same flutter, the same rhythm from your dreams. It really was him. 

As soon as you flinched to withdraw your hand, he caught it in his, holding you there, now looking directly into your eyes.

“Do you think love can transcend lifetimes?” he asks, catching you by surprise. 

“I…suppose I hadn’t really thought about it until recently…” you muttered, trailing off.

“...Yeah, me neither.” 

A beat.

“...And we’re sure that we’ve been seeing the same things?” you piped up.

He sat upright and turned to face you properly. 

“Did you see the tattoos?” he asked, motioning to where his had been on the side of his head.

You nodded.

“And the others had them too, right?” 

“Yeah, there were a couple with them like, on their throats? I think?” you replied.

He nodded. “Yeah! I think they had their hair the same as they do now, actually. And Mikey had his on the back of his neck?”

You nodded again. “You keep saying those names like I know them,” you said.

He tilted his head. “But you know mine –”

“I didn’t until a minute ago,” you said, cutting him off. “I don’t…I don’t even know how I knew. As soon as I saw you, it kind of just…came out of my mouth?” You shook your head, looking at him to see if any of this sounded less sane to him.

“Seriously?” he smiled, leaning back again. Dropping your hands, he brought both of his to his face, rubbing at his eyes and letting out a sigh. He leaned back again, letting his head drop as he laughed. 

He looked at you again, left forearm pressed against his head as he reached to take both your hands in his right. 

“Well, I’m convinced. Confused as hell, but convinced.”

“I think I’m in the same boat,” you said. “But wait, how come you know who the others are? I never saw anybody very clearly.”

“Really? …Well, it could also have to do with the fact that I’ve known those guys most of my life. You probably just met them tonight, too.”

“‘Met them tonight’?” you asked. “What do you mean I met them tonight?”

He sat up again, his salt and pepper hair bouncing as he looked toward you. “They’re all in there,” he said, jabbing his thumb in the direction of the reception hall.

“What? Really?” You sprang to your feet, trying to look into the window meters away. 

He stood up, resting a hand on your shoulder. “Wanna meet them?” he suggested, ushering you back that direction. 

“What? N-no, I couldn’t, I-I-,” you protested, digging in your heels.

“Fine, fine, you don’t have to go meet anybody,” he chuckled. Your shyness was endearing. “At least let me point them out to you, yeah?”

Cautiously, you followed along as he walked you to the window. 

He was right. The pair that you’d assumed were twins were Ran and Rindou Haitana, who owned a club in Roppongi, the man with the katana was Haruchiyo Akashi, who was at the wedding with his sister with whom he shared a Youtube channel, and that silent, mysterious leader was the short guy who was being chased around earlier. Hajime pointed out the others, and briefly told you about their collective history with the Tokyo Manji Gang in high school, and about the groom, Takemichi, who, alongside Mikey, had brought together so many people from different walks of life and made everyone feel like they had a true home and family to call their own. 

The way he smiled looking in at them made your heart melt. He wasn’t the same person he had been in your dreams, but he was still someone whose soul was etched into yours, and someone you could see yourself loving in this lifetime as well.

He turned to you, raising your hand to his lips. “And you already know me, but allow me to introduce myself formally. Hajime Kokonoi, co-president of TK&KO. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” His lips barely brushed against your knuckles, and you felt your face flush. 

The two of you stayed out there as the sun went down, spending heaven knows how long just talking and getting to know about each other – what types of things you’d seen in your dreams, what you liked and disliked, what your hopes for the future were. It was dark before either of you realized, and things were beginning to wind down inside. 

“...Guess we should probably go back in, huh?” you asked, shivering as the evening chill set in. 

Upon noticing, Hajime shucked his jacket, draping it over your shoulders.

“Aw, but we’re having so much fun out here,” he pouted, that mischivous look in his eyes once again. From where you were, you could still hear the DJ spinning tracks – this one was particularly slow. He bowed, extending his hand to you. The instant you took it, he pulled you in close, his left hand pressed flat against the middle of your back. 

You were interrupted, however, by a golden-haired man in a yellow suit.

“Koko, are you –? Oh,” he said, surprised to be catching the two of you in this position.

Hajime sighed, releasing you from his hold.

“One more person for you to meet,” he said, gesturing toward the intruder. “This is Inupi, we’ve known each other since we were children.” 

Inupi gave you a small wave and a nod before turning his attention back to Koko. “Mikey wants us to take a group photo with Takemicchi and sent me to find you.”

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

The look on Inupi’s face said, “You’d better be.” But when Hajime waved him off, he went back inside regardless. 

“Well, so much for our evening,”  he said. 

“It is getting pretty late. What time is it?”

He shrugged. “Dunno. You have my phone,” he nodded, gesturing at the jacket on your shoulders. 

“Oh, here, let me –” you started to shrug it off your shoulders, and he stopped you. 

“Ah, ah, I got it,” he said, reaching into the pocket on the side, taking a moment to feel around for his phone. “Got it. Oh, it’s only 10 o’clock,” he said, as if that wasn’t already most of the night.

He walked you back inside, and you saw Chiyo and one of her other friends having their last round at the bar. She noticed you and waved you over. You waved back and held up a finger, telling her you’d be just a minute. 

You and Hajime bade each other adieu, and as he walked over to his group, you realized you still had his coat. 

“Oh! Hajime, wait, your jacket!” you called after him.

He turned around and continued walking backwards. “Keep it safe for me until next time! Check the pocket,” he said, playfully sticking his tongue out at you. 

As you walked toward the bar, you stuck your hand into the pocket he’d fished his phone out of, finding nothing but a business card. His business card. You pulled it out and looked at it. 

“There you are! I was looking for you all night!” Chiyo said, bubbly and drunkenly. “Who’s that guy?” 

“Oh, y’know, a guy…” you said, only half paying attention as you examined the card. You flipped it over to reveal what you could only assume was Hajime’s cell number, and a message –

“Not losing you again. See you in my dreams.”

You decided to text him when you got home.

[fbfh]

hiya!! i rlly love ur writing especially your lovesick eddie content! i noticed u haven’t been writing for him as much lately so i was wondering if you’re still writing for him could we get some lovesick eddie fluff? pls don’t feel pressured to write anything tho!!! ♥️♥️♥️

thank you so much babes!!!!! <333 I'm pretty much constantly cycling through the same hyperfixations I keep adding to like a really big luggage carousel so even if I'm not writing for someone atm I probably will be soon lol

Eddie notices when you start to fall for him. he notices the transition as the tangible distance you always keep between you, something he never pushes or tries to overstep, starts to grow smaller and softer. you're okay if your arms brush a little as you walk now, or if you can feel each other's body heat for a moment while he opens your door. it makes him giddy. it makes him fucking giddy because it feels like you're starting to trust him. he never thought you just see him the way everyone else does, but this is proof of that. this is proof that you're okay being close to him. and with how long you've had his full attention (which is a very long time) he knows that's not something that happens easily at all for you. even when you were dating that guy from the basketball team, Eddie could see the way you'd tense up slightly when he got too close, invaded your personal space. he never understood why he did that. was he just trying to make you get closer to him without having to do any of the work? could he not even pick up on your cues, your body language? it just didn't make sense. if you really care about someone, you should pay attention to things like that. which Eddie always does. it's something that didn't go unnoticed by you, even if a lot of it was subliminal. it was almost strange how he never pushed you, never tried to get closer, never seemed to even consider pursuing you like an animal the way every other guy you've ever met has tried to, at least a little. you can't lie, this realization sunk in hard. it's not just a guy thing like all your friends always say it is, it's not a sign that they like you, it's exactly what you thought it was. they're motivated by the wrong thing, and don't care about your comfort or boundaries. but Eddie does. Eddie prioritizes your comfort, he never tries to make a move on you unless you instigate it. he only started holding your hand, gazing at the spot on your knuckles where he longs to press a kiss after one night a while ago, when you'd grabbed his hand, squeezing it in a thanks. the way he holds your hand is so tender, so gentle that you know if you pulled away, he wouldn't try again. you don't admit to yourself how truly sad you'd be if he stopped, so instead, you always wait for him to let go first. after so long of Eddie being so loudly, publicly and obviously in love with you, not as a stunt or a gimick, but just as a form of self expression, you realized that this is it. he's not going to push for anything, not going to try and win you over like an easily tricked child. he's laid his heart on the table, and he's leaving it there for you if you want it. you won't be able to put it into words for a while, but all of this is what makes you really start to fall for him. it's also what compells you to make him dizzy, make his head spin when finally pull him into a tight hug one night after he walks you to his car.

[raleighcarreras]

It's all so incredibly loud

Part 2: did you know you walk on water

Pairing: wanda maximoff x black!fem!reader

Rating: M (language)

Warnings: canon typical violence, allusions to dark!wanda sorta

Parts: 1 , 3

Wrd Cnt: idk like 1k+

Notes: me playing my favorite game of can i redeem wanda maximoff. The answer is always yes. Utenok allegedly means 'duckling' btw. Song is pretty when u cry by ieaun

I know what I've been missing. And it's you that I've been kissing, now you're not even there.

You gasped as the air rushed from your lungs. A result of your back hitting the ground forcefully.

You rolled over onto your knees. Gulping down precious air so you wouldn't pass out...or worse, pass away.

A hand is placed on your back, almost in a soothing manner. Then it's grabbing at the straps of your sports bra and yanking you into a standing position with little mercy.

"You know I hate it when you let me win."

You rolled your eyes and choked some more, "What about me fighting for my gotdamn life right now suggests I'm letting you win, Natasha?"

Natasha threw her hands up in surrender, "Hey, you're the one who wanted to spar without a mat. Besides, we're both red room trained assassins. I can tell when you're going easy on me. Or, more likely, your mind is elsewhere."

You laid flat on the ground. Spreading out like starfish on the cold concrete of the training room. The glacier freeze of the concrete a nice balm to your sweaty and bare back.

"I'm always focused." You breathed out. Closing your eyes in the process. Despite not being able to see, you could still tell Natasha had sat down next to you on the ground. Probably watching you with a critical and pitiless that stare any good best friend would.

"Normally? I'd agree. But lately, you've been out of it. If my calculations are correct, and they always are, the timeline seems to line up with whenever you see your ex."

"Meaning?" You'd roll your eyes, but again, they were closed.

"Meaning that whenever Wanda is around you get all distracted. Like you don't know what to do with yourself. Like-nevermind."

You peaked an eye open, "No. What was that last part?"

Natasha pursed her lips, "Like how you were around her when you first started dating."

You scoffed so loudly your throat burned, "Be fucking for real, Natalia. You think I'm not over her? You think I still love the woman who pried my heart out of my chest and three'd it into a nearby trashcan? Is that what you think?"

"I think...the lady doth protest too much."

Natasha only had a fraction of a second to brace herself for the side tackle into the ground she received.

"Oh, that's all it took for you to get your head in the game? Accuse you of still loving your ex?"

You yanked on Natasha's arm until she tapped out, "You said it yourself. I'm a red room trained assassin. I shouldn't let myself be compromised like that."

"You were compromised for 13 damn years. We're old now. Who cares?" You finally let Natasha go. She adjusted her shoulder with a grimace.

"I care. I-fuck. She's barely even been punished and I'm already tempted to forgive her..."

"Is that what you're doing? Punishing her?"

You shook your head slightly, "No...That's not what I meant. I'm not saying it right. You wouldn't happen to have some secret mind reading capability would you?

"Like Wanda?"

You tried to swipe at her arm but she had gotten hip to your movements.

"You know she hasn't done anything like that since what happened with Strange. Maybe if she had we wouldn't be in this mess."

Natasha furrowed her brow, "You were with each other the better part of your lives. You just have to get used to being away from each other. The divorce has only been finalized for like 4 months."

You scratched at your chin, "Yeah. Maybe, you're right."

Natasha smiled happily, "Of course I am. When am I not? Don't answer that."

You began to gather your belongings from around the training room while Natasha continued to talk in your wake.

"You know what your next order of business is?"

"No. But I have feeling you're about to tell me."

"To start dating again."

You stopped moving abruptly, "Weren't we just saying it's too soon?"

"No. We were saying that it makes sense for you to still be a little attached to Wanda. What better way to detach from her than to attach to someone else?"

You stared at your best friend deeply, "Sometimes, I wonder if you're just giving me back everything we missed when we were teens. I'm like 85% sure normal adults don't talk like this."

Natasha clapped you on the shoulder, "Oh, babe. We're not normal adults."

"Tell me about it."

"Anyway, I'll tell Sharon that she's picking you up at 8 tomorrow. You'll be in that black dress I got you for your birthday."

"Um. What the fuck. Excuse me, do I get a say in this?"

"No, not really why?"

You huffed, "What do you mean!? I'm a mother I can't just dropped everything for a date with Sharon, of all people, don't think I missed that part. What will I do with the boys? And Alexis is still being weened off of using me like a cow-"

Natasha stared at you unimpressed, "Would you rather I get Carol or Bucky?"

"No. Wanda would try to kill them. Sharon's fine." You promptly shut up and agreed at the look Natasha was giving you. The look that said in actuality this entire time she had been going easy on you and could change that fact in 2 seconds flat.

You also knew that Wanda had never particularly been fond of Carol or Bucky in regards to you. They had been the center of many an argument and subsequent makeup sex.

"I know she is. As far as the kids go, they literally have another mother."

You grimaced, "But it's not her weekend."

"Does that actually matter?"

No. It didn't. But it was the principal of the thing and Natasha wasn't getting it. You couldn't just leave your ex-wife to babysit her own kids while you went off and traipsed around with another woman. Sure, she had done it to you...while...you were...still married...on second thought...

"Tell her I'll be ready by 7:45."

Natasha smirked up something borderline evil, "There's my girl. I missed you."

"Don't get used to it."

A few seconds later Natasha's phone buzzed with a notification, "She said 'I'll be there' in all caps."

You narrowed your eyes at her. You had always known that Sharon had somewhat of an interest in you. And you had one back in some aspects. More of an interest than whatever Wanda had cooked up in her head for Carol and Bucky. But, that seemed too enthusiastic even for the situation. Unless, Natasha had starting planting seeds in the woman's head long before she should have.

"Nat...what did you do?"

"Me? I didn't do anything. Well only if you consider embellishing the truth about how you feel about her not doing anything. If you dont, then I did do something."

"Natasha!" You snatched her phone away from her to read her text threads.

"What! I was going to get you laid or die trying!"

"The latter is still an option!" You frantically read the texts and sighed. Sharon was going to think you were obsessed with her.

"But, baby sister would be so upset if you killed me? And what about my nephews and neice?" Natasha gave you a faux regretful pout. You tossed Natasha's phone back at her.

"I am not scared of Yelena and kids are resilient. They'll get over it. I'm going to give you a 5 second head start to use every single skill you have ever learned. 5..."

Natasha took off down the hall with an uncharacteristic screech.

If Wanda noticed the basketball bouncing off of her head for the third time she gave no indication that she had. Instead, she just continued to stare up at the basketball hoop like she had never seen one in her entire life.

Pietro had enough. He sped over to his sister and pushed her over with a grunt of effort.

Wanda stared up at him from the ground with a raised eyebrow, "Yes?"

"What do you mean 'Yes?' We were supposed to be playing one versus one. I am winning!" He whined as if this was the worst possible outcome.

"You always win."

He stomped his Nike clad foot onto the hardwood of the court, "Not this easily. You are not even trying. You are just standing there looking sorry for yourself."

Wanda blinked few times before slowly standing up. She didn't like basketball. It was something Pietro had picked up from you, and who was she to tell two of favorite people in the world 'No' for something as inconsequential as playing or watching a game?

"Sorry, my mind's been...elsewhere." She adjusted the haphazard bun she had thrown her hair into.

"As is the norm now." Pietro rolled his eyes before dribbling the ball between Wanda's legs. He did a few more unnecessary moves before performing a layup.

There was a small chorus of feminine cheers from somewhere behind Wanda. Pietro smiled charmingly and waved his fanclub off with a smirk.

"Sorry-"

"Stop apologizing, Sister."

Wanda wanted to apologize again out of reflex, but stopped herself. Her brother had never been one for the dramatics.

"I told the boys what happened." Wanda scratched at her arm, unsure of herself. She watched as Pietro tried and failed at spinning the basketball on his finger.

"Did you also tell them I was willing to beat you up for Y/N like every great brother-in-law?"

Wanda raised an eyebrow, "Somehow, you didn't come up in conversation. Billy freaked out."

"You always knew they wouldn't have the best reactions."

"They said she misses me..." Wanda said breathily. Once again staring up at the basketball hoop.

"Oh...I-Wanda they're kids-they probably don't mean-"

"Yes. I know. I take it with a grain of salt. But what if they're right. I would like to think my sons are smart and inquisitive. Maybe they know something that even Natasha doesn't know."

Pietro grimaced, "Utenok, don't get your hopes up."

"I'm not-"

Wanda was interrupted by her phone chiming with a notification. She pulled it from her leggings with a frown.

Y/N/N: Can you watch the kids tomorrow night?

Wanda: Yes.

Wanda: Wait. Why?

Y/N/N: It's not any of your business but I have a date

"She has a date."

Pietro watched with slight fear as his sister's eyes filled with a red magic he had not seen in years.

"Okay, hey, not the end of the world. I thought you weren't getting your hopes up?"

Y/N/N: w/ sharon so don't get all Scarlet Witch murdery or whatever

Wanda's eyes returned to their normal color to look at Pietro incredulously. He knew she had gotten her hopes up as soon as she started speaking.

"She has a date. And I've got to watch our kids while her tongue is half way down some other woman's throat."

It was Pietro's turn to look at Wanda incredulously, "She said it was a date. Not a booty call. And it's with Sharon. She doesn't even like Sharon!"

Despite his efforts, and for someone who normally believed everything that left his own mouth whether true or not, even Pietro didn't look quite sure of what he had just said.

"Yay."

Pietro shot the ball from the free throw line to distract himself. He missed. He didn't bother going to collect the ball.

"Well, on the bright side. More time with the devil spawn! I will even come over to help, if you want."

Wanda shook her, "She asked me for a reason. She wouldn't be mad if you were there but she would be annoyed. I'm not risking any negative emotion if I can help it."

"Okay, fine. I want my twin sister to be as happy as much as the next twin brother, but I totally agree with her on the not going all big red monster thing."

"I haven't used my powers in years, Piet. I'll be fine."

"I believe you. I'll call to check in. Maybe, play some Xbox live with the big ones and make funny faces over facetime with the little one."

Wanda only nodded, partially listening.

"Oh, light bulb. You should go on a date soon too."

"No."

"Okay. Forget I said anything." Pietro backed away slowly. Which was probably extremely difficult for him.

"Happily."

"Back to basketball? Just one quick game of goat?"

"It's horse and you should know that by now." She snatched the basketball out of his hand that he had since retrieved.

He cheered in triumph.

[finniestoncrane]

Do u have like a ranking of the characters starting from your fav

oh gosh like as in the rogues (i hope so because that's what i'm doing now)??? i like a very specific set of rogues (although it gets bigger every day lmao) but you asked for it so i will not PUNISH YOU in ways you never even thought possible by rambling on for quite some time 💚 so anyway feel free to suggest new rogues to me or try to change my mind because i listed rogues i don't care for and ones i wanna fall in love with too u-u

ok let's start off nice and easy by saying i don't like catwoman. i find her hard to read, she's cold, she's mean and i she would make me cry. i hate her. and i also hate ra's al ghul god damn.

ANYWAY ON TO THE GOOD STUFF

Number One: The Riddler

my beloved disgusting green man 💚 there hasn't been a riddler i've met yet who i wouldn't kiss on the head and then fuck hard and long like i am obsessed with every iteration of him. you want me to rank them, i can't, but please know that arkham and capullo are up at the top fighting each other (shirtless, covered in oil, maybe kissing too i dunno, maybe not just shirtless either maybe we're talking just hanging dong, bouncing around all over the place, rubbing against each other I GOT SO DISTRACTED HOLY SHIT LMAO)

Number Two: The Penguin

just something about a silly little guy with a silly little smile and a silly little tummy that does it for me. this is very specific to farrell and gotham penguins but honestly, i've just finished reading one bad day and i'd fuck him too 💜

Number Three: Scarecrow

i want him so bad you don't even know, like i want jonathan crane to read me a book, then fuckin fear toxin me and then i want scarebeast to rail me sorry but i'm also not sorry. he also just seems like such a nice man which don't even come at me

Number Four: Two Face

such a handsome, handsome, charming, well-dressed man battling his inner (outer) demons like??? what more could you really ask for??? get you a man who can do both, be super smart and cutie and also absolutely unhinged and hot

Number Five: Harley Quinn

i struggled ranking ivy and harley but ultimately she's so cute and bubbly and fun and i want her to squish my cheeks and let me touch her butt, like i don't like margot robbie something about her bugs me but i still loved birds of prey, that's the lure of harley ;-;

Number Six: Poison Ivy

yeah yeah ivy is hot everyone knows it, yes cool eco-terrorism sure thing, but ok so also while we're here, fat ivy. fat ivy fat ivy fat ivy. i would sell my fucking organs to fill my grabby little hands with her body >:(

Number Seven: Victor Zsasz

love you chihuahua man u-u mostly gotham zsasz because he radiates mischief, just a cheeky lil guy, visiting his bub and getting ice cream with his pals, and he's so funny???

Number Eight: Victor Freeze

freeze gets to be ranked on my list PURELY because he's a mad scientist, he's nice to his wife (romantic what????) and MOSTLY because of that one shot of nathan darrows in gotham with the low-rise fucking trousers like good LORD in heaven the stranglehold that has on my clit you wouldn't believe

honourable mentions of rogues i kinda fuck with but not enough to rate or rank yet:

black mask, but absolutely the fuck not ewan mcgregor

mad hatter, i want to love you

joker, i hate him but i want to fuck him sometimes it's complicated

bane

professor pyg

hugo strange

solomon grundy

rogues i want to fuck with in future:

clock king

music meister

huntress

the creeper

batmite (what the fuck is he i love him???)

jeremiah arkham

flamingo

cluemaster

calendarman

firefly

hush

rogues i know but don't give a fuck about:

killer croc

manbat

clayface

killer moth

king shark (except i wanted to fuck him in assualt on arkham)

[nightttdreamers]

Someone Still Loves You | Stan x Kyle

new style fic lets goooooo! it's going to be little snapshots of them growing up and figuring themselves out and also being in love. hope u like it and feel free 2 read on ao3!

AO3 Link | 6k+ words | Chapter 1/3

It's the summer before sophomore year. Kyle just got his braces off and Stan's palms are sweaty, for some reason.

Kyle has a nice smile , Stan decides, and the thought feels like it was beamed to him by aliens.

“What?” Kyle asks mid-laugh, still grinning at his friend.

Stan scrunches his face up, suddenly self-conscious of how Kyle can notice everything. “What?”

Kyle cocks his head, raising his brows expectantly, like Stan would ever explain what just went through his head. The two exchange expressions, and Stan hopes that if he just pretends Kyle’s acting odd too, the whole thing will just drop.

“Whatever, weirdo,” Kyle says, rolling his eyes. Stan lets out a small sigh of relief, slumping back against the wall. “Anyway, we’d have these practice debates, and then we’d do them at night in the dorms, but with stupid topics.”

“Yeah? Like what?” Stan asks, feeling a bit more comfortable staring as Kyle continues his story. He rubs his hands along his thighs, sitting cross-legged on the floor just across from his friend. There’s a strange, tingly sensation in his palms that just won’t go away. It’s been there all day, only getting worse once he actually entered the Broflovski household after eagerly waiting all day. Maybe it’s puberty.

The two boys haven’t seen each other in a month, which is the longest they’ve ever gone since they were in kindergarten. While Stan’s been stuck working on the farm all summer, Kyle has been at debate camp in California (Which wasn’t even a real camp, apparently. It was hosted by some fancy college and they stayed in the dorms . But it’s not like Stan cared).

Excited didn’t begin to describe how Stan had felt all day, it was more like electric. They only had two weeks before they started their sophomore year, and Stan was eager to get Kyle up to speed on what he’d been up to.

What he didn’t expect, however, was for Kyle to come back with stories of his own fantastic summer, the new friends he’d made, and how much better things were outside of South Park. It also doesn’t help that Kyle had gotten his braces off just before camp, and apparently smiled a whole lot more without them.

“-And they had like actual college students in the dorms too to, like, watch us. And they would get so pissed if we were being loud, which I would be too, but it was so funny.” Kyle sits back down on his legs, having gotten up on his knees as he told the story. “Maybe it was a you-had-to-be-there kind of thing.”

“No, no,” Stan says, shaking his head. “It’s funny. You and your debate friends would go wild and stay up all night debating each other, sounds crazy.”

Kyle scoffs, shooting Stan a harmless glare. “Shut up, dude. Like you did anything crazier.”

“Me and Kenny would go on joyrides,” Stan boasts, not even trying to hide the smug smile that comes across his face at Kyle’s expression.

“No fucking way,” Kyle says, jaw hanging open. Stan simply shrugs, pretending like he hasn’t been waiting to tell Kyle this for weeks. “In whose car?”

“Kevin got a new truck. Well, not new new, it’s a piece of shit, but he let us borrow it sometimes. Kenny and I would drive out until there wasn’t anything for miles around us and we’d just start doing donuts.” Now, it was Stan’s turn to get up, rising to his knees as his hands mime driving the car.

“Did you drive it?” Kyle asks, leaning forward.

Stan wanted to. It took some convincing, but Kenny had let him behind the wheel even though Kevin had explicitly said only his brother could drive it. But, Stan only made it about 50 feet before he had to stop, absolutely terrified that the moment he started driving they’d get caught.

“Kevin wouldn’t let me,” Stan says, shaking his head. It’s not a complete lie, but there’s no way he’s telling Kyle that he chickened out.

“Holy shit. I can’t believe I missed that,” Kyle says, shaking his head. Stan feels a small warmth in his chest, accompanied by a slight pang of guilt. It’s not like he wants Kyle to feel jealous or left out, but it does feel good to show the other that he doesn’t have to leave South Park to have a good time.

“We’ll probably try and go again,” Stan offers. “We still have, like, two weeks before school starts.”

Kyle lets out a groan, laying back on his floor. “Don’t remind me. God, my mom’s already talking about when we’re going back to school shopping. I haven’t even been home a day!”

Stan holds back a chuckle as he watches the other, waving his hands dramatically while he speaks. He knows better than to laugh at Kyle when he’s complaining. “Dude, she wasn’t even gonna let me come over tonight.”

“What?” Kyle exclaims, turning his face to look at Stan. “Why not?”

“I was calling her and asking when you were gonna get back, and she kept saying how she wants you to be with family tonight, how she had a whole dinner prepared, how she hasn’t ‘gotten you’ all summer. I was like, no shit, Sheila, I haven’t ‘gotten him’ either!”

Kyle lets out a laugh, looking back up at his ceiling. “Sounds like her. I think she’s mad I didn’t  write her back enough.”

“How many letters did you send?” Stan asks.

“Uh, I think it was two or three to her. She would send me these letters that were just pages of family news and drama at the synagogue and updates about Ike. I didn’t have anything to say back.”

Stan smiles, knowing that he and Kyle wrote back and forth at least once a week, and that no one got as many letters as he did. At a certain point, Kyle would just add a section to Stan’s letters that he could tell Kenny and Cartman, rather than writing the two on his own. “I feel like my letters were just pages of the same random bullshit.”

Kyle shakes his head. “No way, yours were at least relevant to stuff I care about. I actually wanted to read them, even though you conveniently left out how you did donuts with Kenny.”

The statement is a little pointed, but leave it to Kyle to call Stan out for something like that. “I just didn’t think words on paper could capture the, uh,” Stan stammers, trying to come up with something dramatic to say. “The spirit! The spirit and the thrill of the drive! You know, the open road, the blazing sun, the wind in your hair-”

His monologue is cut off when Kyle throws a pillow right at his face, which Stan quickly catches. When he turns to look at Kyle, the redhead is already sitting back up, eyes daring Stan to continue. “Sorry, were you saying something?”

Stan throws the pillow right back, but Kyle catches it with ease. “I thought you wanted to hear about my joyrides?” He asks, pretending to be offended. “It’s hard to put them into words you know.”

“So you chose to do spoken-word poetry instead of handwritten?” Kyle asks, cocking his head to the side.

Stan snickers, shaking his head. “Can you imagine me sending you poetry? How fucking gay.”

Kyle laughs after a moment, like it took him a beat to get the joke. Stan notices his hands twisting together, one picking at the other, but before he can mention something about it, Kyle is rising to his feet. “I have so much shit to unpack.”

Stan watches from the floor as Kyle gets up, walking to the suitcase on his bed. “Do you have to do that tonight?” He asks, tilting his body so he can look at Kyle’s face, which is turned away from him.

“I probably should, you know,” Kyle says, in that voice Stan absolutely hates. It’s his I-have-a-ton-of-homework or my-mom-wants-me-back-soon voice, meaning he wants Stan to leave, but is too polite to just ask outright.

“Shit, okay,” Stan mumbles, standing up. “I can get out of your hair.”

Kyle finally turns to look at him, his lips pressed together in a firm line. His eyes dart around Stan’s face for a second before he speaks. “Actually, do you want to just sleep over tonight?”

The question is a bit jarring, partially due to the complete shift in Kyle’s attitude, and partially because Stan hates the phrase “sleep over” with a passion. Their friends already give them enough shit for how much time they spend together, they don’t need to sound like babies who have “sleepovers” too.

Kyle, of course, picks up on the distasteful expression Stan has. “It’s fine if you don’t want to. I’m just kind of jet-lagged and I’m probably gonna stay up and I know it takes you a while to get over here so,” he trails off, idly picking at his hand once more.

“I’ll stay over,” Stan says, causing Kyle to grin. Looking at his friend’s smile, whatever unease was building in him settles back down. “I was gonna ask you, anyway. My dad keeps making me wake up early to work with him.”

Kyle offers a sympathetic groan, opening up his suitcase. Stan sits down on the bed beside it, folding his legs under himself to leave the other room to unpack. “Are you still working every day?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” Stan says with a nod. He wrote to Kyle a bit about working on the farm for the summer, but after his first few letters, there wasn’t much to say. It was the same thing every day, waking up at the crack of dawn, heading to the fields to plant or harvest, sometimes packaging their products, whatever Randy told him to do. “My dad wants to get everything out super early in the morning because he’s selling to restaurants and shit now, so the work needs an early start.”

“Is…” Kyle begins, pausing his unpacking to look at Stan. “Is your dad okay?”

Stan looks away as he speaks, fidgeting with the hem of his pants. The question is simple enough, but never something that’s easy to answer. Kyle likes to ask about his dad with simple questions like that, which Stan appreciates, because Kyle doesn’t ask is your dad still starting shouting fights with your mom every day or has your dad stopped getting wasted and cursing you out the minute you come home ?

“Yeah,” Stan says in a small voice, then adds, “The farm’s been busy all summer, so he has something to do, I guess.”

Kyle nods, turning back to the clothes on his bed. “That’s good. Any developments on the Shelley conspiracy theory?”

Stan smiles at the question, glad Kyle knows better than to dwell on a topic like Randy for long. “Dude, we have to be right, right?”

“I think so. She’s not really the generous type.”

Kyle is referring to a common topic in their letters, which is how Shelley has been driving Stan into town over the last month. Normally, she doesn’t have a choice in the matter, as their parents make her take Stan to school with her. If he wants to go into town, he either has to beg his mom or try and get a ride with Tolkien. But, his mom’s usually busy, and Tolkien’s been at his vacation home all summer, so he thought he’d be stranded.

However, over the last few weeks, Shelley had been showing uncharacteristic kindness and offering to drive him to Kenny’s house. Stan waited for the catch, like she wanted gas money or him to do her chores, but it never came. 

When Kyle heard about this, he quickly declared it a mystery that he wanted to solve. After going back and forth on various ideas, the two concluded that Shelley probably had a crush on Kevin McCormick. Since then, they’ve been seeking further proof of their conspiracy theory.

“She doesn’t even complain about driving me anymore. Usually, she’s like,” Stan clears his throat, doing a Shelley impression that is far more gravelly and deep than her real voice. “‘Ugh, whatever, I’ll drive you, but don’t talk to me or touch my CDs for the entire ride.’ But the other day I asked if she would take me to Kenny’s and she just said ‘whatever,’ nothing else.”

“Does she even see Kevin when she takes you?” Kyle asks.

“Barely,” Stan responds. “If he’s outside, she just tells me to get out and drives away. She doesn’t even try to talk to him. Girls are so weird.”

Kyle snorts, turning his face away when Stan looks up at him. “Sorry, it’s just funny hearing you make fun of her, like you wouldn’t do the same thing.”

“What?” Stan replies, sitting up a bit. “No I wouldn’t.”

“Yeah you would,” Kyle says, continuing to empty his suitcase as he speaks. “You’re both total chickens when you like someone. Even if you’re dating them.”

Stan feels his face heat up, especially when he sees the smirk Kyle is trying to hide. “That’s so not true.”

It is, of course, completely true, and Stan knows it. Even with Wendy, who he’s dated on-and-off since they were basically kids, he can never bring himself to make the first move. She gets frustrated with him often, since she has to tell him to ask her to school dances or to hold her hand on dates. He’s not sure why his nerves haven’t gone away after their years together. Sometimes, he still gets nauseous when she wants to kiss.

No one knows about this problem, though. So, hearing Kyle poke fun at him about it makes Stan squirmish. “Like you’re any better,” he adds, though the statement is pretty baseless. He’s not sure how Kyle is when he has a crush, as the redhead rarely shows interest in anyone.

Kyle keeps his gaze down, and Stan can see a mix of emotions cross his face. He wants the other to defend himself just so he can point out that Kyle hasn’t had a real girlfriend, or even asked a girl out since they were ten. But, instead, Kyle just shrugs. “Yeah, guess not,” he concedes.

Again, Stan feels an unease between them. He rarely feels unsure of what to say to his best friend. If they’re not speaking, the silence is usually comfortable. This one, however, just hangs in the air, and Stan feels a sense of guilt for it.

Kyle starts to move his clothes back into his dressers, his suitcase empty now. Stan just watches him for a bit, trying to figure out if Kyle feels just as off as he does. He settles on, probably not, you’re just being weird and defensive and making things weird because you’re weird.

“Wanna borrow pajamas?” Kyle asks, bringing Stan out of his thoughts.

“Huh? Oh, uh,” he takes a second to look down at his current outfit, just to gather himself. “No, thanks. I’ll just sleep in my boxers.”

“Are you sure?” Kyle asks. It’s a trait he and his mom share, asking someone if they want something, then insisting that they do if they refuse. It’s part of their know-it-all nature, but Stan finds it kind of endearing. “I have stuff that’ll fit you.”

He knows he’s better off just accepting Kyle’s offer, so he nods. “If you think so.”

“I definitely do,” Kyle says, rummaging through his drawers. “We’re not that different, you know.”

“Maybe if you stopped having stupid growth spurts,” Stan says, knowing that the topic annoys Kyle. They’ve always compared heights, constantly on their tip-toes or marking doorways for each other. There were a few years in elementary school when Stan could boast a few extra inches on Kyle, but that ended when the redhead shot up in middle school. They haven’t been able to share clothes as easily lately, especially since Stan’s been growing into the stockier build his dad has, while Kyle stays stick-thin and lanky.

“If I could, I would,” Kyle says, tossing a pair of sweatpants over to Stan. Unlike Stan, he doesn’t like being the taller of the two, constantly complaining about how his old clothes don’t fit him, and his new ones don’t look right. “Those should be good, though.”

“I forgot your mom keeps your house fucking freezing in the summer,” Stan says as he gets off the bed. He slides off his jeans, pulling the faded pair of sweatpants on. “My mom doesn’t even use the AC most nights, just has us sleep with the windows open.”

Kyle is facing away from him, pulling out his own pair of pajamas from the dresser. “She complains about hot flashes or something, I don’t know, I don’t really listen. I’ll be right back.” Before Stan even finishes getting changed, Kyle’s already leaving his room. 

Stan knows he’s heading to the bathroom for his nighttime routine. Kyle always changes in the bathroom, taking his time putting in various hair products or acne creams, whatever products his mom has him trying that month. 

While Kyle’s gone, he slides the other’s empty suitcase off the bed to make room for himself. Just beside where the suitcase was is an envelope missing its top flap, near bursting open with its contents. Stan sits down as he picks it up, noticing that it's stuffed with polaroids. Before Stan can even think that he should ask for permission, he empties the envelope, looking through the photos. They’re pretty average, various snapshots of guys that he assumes to be Kyle’s friends from debate camp. There’s lots of pictures of them laughing, shouting at each other, and Stan can recognize locations like the dorms and quads Kyle told him about. There’s one specific boy that’s in almost every picture. Stan’s not sure why he notices him, besides his blonde hair and glasses, there’s nothing special about his appearance. Stan does notice, though, that this boy is next to Kyle in every single polaroid. 

When he reaches the bottom of the pile, there’s one picture that makes his stomach twist in a funny way. It’s close up, telling Stan that Kyle took it himself rather than having someone else do it. It’s just Kyle, beaming that brilliant smile, looking at the other boy, who’s grinning right back. The boy’s lips are parted in a way that makes it seem like he’s about to speak, or maybe he was mid-sentence when the photo was taken. They seem unaware of the camera, too caught up in their own laughter to look at it even though Kyle’s the one who pressed the shutter button. Stan holds the picture a bit too tightly, only looking up when he hears Kyle enter the room.

“What are you doing?” Kyle asks, standing in the open doorway. Stan watches as his eyes dart down to the photos, widening when he sees the one in Stan’s hand.

“Who is this?” Stan asks. Kyle told him about his friends in stories and letters, but no one seemed important enough to be in almost every picture.

Kyle crosses the room, taking the polaroid from Stan. He handles it gently, looking down at the picture as he sits on the edge of his bed. “He’s- He was my roommate,” he says, lacking the enthusiasm he usually has when talking about his debate camp friends.

“What’s his name?” Stan asks, knitting his brows together. Kyle hadn’t mentioned a roommate in his stories. At least, not that he could remember.

“Does it matter?” Kyle asks, putting the polaroid back into the pile with the rest. The action is a bit dramatic, and it feels like something Kyle would do if he was trying to prove that this boy didn’t matter.

Stan keeps his tone light, tempted to reach out to the other just to close the weird distance between them. “Guess not. It just looks like you guys were really close.”

Kyle turns to him suddenly, and Stan can see how red his cheeks are. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” Stan replies quickly, throwing his hands up defensively. “What? You got a new best friend while you were at camp and you don’t wanna tell me about him?”

Kyle doesn’t seem amused by this joke, probably because he can tell that Stan’s not really joking. The redhead swallows thickly and Stan has to look away to hide the embarrassment on his face. He hadn’t even thought about the comment before he made it. 

Everyone knows Stan and Kyle are best friends. They don’t say it out loud often, opting to write it in birthday cards or save the words for special occasions. It’s not something that needs to be affirmed constantly, or even addressed for the most part. Still, Kyle knows that Stan gets insecure about his place in Kyle’s life sometimes. Stan would never admit that, of course, but Kyle knows because he can read him like a book. 

“His name is David,” Kyle says after a moment. He’s not looking at Stan, instead, shuffling the polaroids together into a neat little pile. “He’s not my new best friend, don’t worry.”

Stan lets out a puff of air, trying to show just how little he was worried, but it’s clearly forced. “So why didn’t you mention him?”

In the silence that falls after his question, Stan can hear how shallow Kyle’s breathing becomes. The same uneasy feeling starts in his gut as he watches Kyle adjust himself on the bed, nervously twisting his fingers together.

“David, um,” Kyle begins, looking just about anywhere but Stan. “He was kind of more than a friend.”

“What do you mean?” Stan asks slowly, even though he knows there’s no other way to interpret that. Kyle has a friend who is more than a friend. A more-than-friend who’s a boy.

Kyle looks right at him with those bright green eyes, welling with so much uncertainty. “ Stan .” He says his name like it’s a plea, his voice tight.

The entire room feels still, and the twinge of unease in his stomach turns into full-on nausea. Stan grips the comforter beneath his fingers just for something to hold on to. He opens his mouth, wanting to ask a million questions- Are you saying what I think you’re saying? Are you sure? But, he knows they’re all pointless. Kyle doesn’t need to answer anything for Stan to know exactly what he’s trying to tell him. 

“Really?” Stan asks, his voice barely a whisper.

Kyle just nods, his jaw clenched too tight to speak.

“So, you,” Stan starts, but the words feel odd in his mouth. “You… You like boys? That’s- that’s,” he stammers, choking on the word okay . He wants to tell the other that it’s okay, but he can’t. 

Looking at the boy sitting across from him, it feels like he has no idea who he is. Stan knows about gay people, he’s seen them on the news or in Shelley’s magazines, always talking about how we’re just like you! But, that image doesn’t fit Kyle. He’s not a face on TV, he’s Stan’s best friend, trusted with all of his secrets, hopes, and fears. But now, there’s this massive part of Kyle that’s just been hidden away, that Stan can’t even begin to understand.

“When did you figure this out?” Stan asks.

Kyle lets out a breath, shrugging his shoulders. When he speaks, his voice is uneasy, higher than usual. “I don’t know. Um, I don’t know. Like, I think I’ve always known? But I didn’t really want to know, or, I guess, want it to be true. It’s hard to explain.”

Stan nods, chewing on the inside of his lip as he stares down at the polaroid. The bright expression on David’s face feels smug to him now, like he’s taunting Stan, I know your best friend better than you do.

Still looking down, Stan speaks again. “Why didn’t you talk to me?”

“I wanted to,” Kyle says, quick in his response. “I really wanted to tell you. For a while, actually. I just didn’t know how, I didn’t know if it was real. And I-” His voice breaks, and when Stan looks up, he can see that tears have begun falling down the other’s face. “ Fuck, ” Kyle whispers.

“You’re crying,” Stan says, though it almost sounds like a question. He wants to reach out, his hand twitching to wipe away the other’s tears. But, he finds himself unable to move forward, an invisible wall between them.

Kyle slides the heel of his hand across his cheek, trying to catch the tears before they fall. “I’m sorry, I just-” he pauses, sniffling. “If you don’t want to be around me anymore, or something, just tell me, okay?”

“What are you talking about?” Stan asks. Kyle stares back at him, wide-eyed, and Stan feels like he can actually see the other for the first time tonight. A sudden clarity hits him like a bat to the head. “You’re my best friend, Kyle. You’re always gonna be.”

Kyle exhales, letting the tears pour down his face freely now. “Really?” He asks, and the soft smile that comes across his lips makes Stan want to cry too.

“Yeah, dude. Um, do you,” he looks over Kyle, whose hands are still shaking slightly. “You want a hug?”

Kyle doesn’t even respond, instead falling forward into Stan. The redhead wraps his arms tightly around Stan’s waist, quick to bury his face in his shoulder. He nearly knocks the wind out of Stan, who slowly wraps his arms across his back in return. 

Stan exhales, just holding his friend. He can feel his t-shirt grow wet with tears, and that Kyle is trying to hide his face from him. There’s lots of things he wants to say to console the other, this doesn’t change anything, or I don’t care if you like boys . But, that’s not true, there’s no way that things aren’t going to be different after this. Kyle will still be Kyle, his short-tempered smartass best friend. But, Stan feels like he’s been punched in the gut by dozens of unfamiliar, terrifying feelings tonight that he can’t even begin to sort out. The two of them will be okay, Stan is sure of this. But, he’s feeling less and less sure of himself.

After some time, Kyle pulls away, quick to bring his arms back around himself. “Sorry for the waterworks,” he says, still sniffling though it looks like he’s done crying.

“It’s cool,” Stan says. Awkwardly, he reaches a hand up to Kyle’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. And, because he has no idea what he’s supposed to say now, he says, “I’m, uh, glad you told me.”

“Yeah,” Kyle exhales. He stretches his legs out from beneath him, laying back down on the bed in his usual comfortable position. His face is still blotchy, and Stan wants to reach out and wipe his cheeks dry. Instead, he just hugs his knees up to his chest, looking down at the other.

“Are you gonna tell anyone else?” Stan asks.

Kyle’s face scrunches up for a moment, the same way it does when he looks at a long homework assignment. “Not now. I feel like Cartman doesn’t need to know that the slurs he calls me are true.”

Stan nearly laughs, but falls quiet when he actually thinks about what was just said. How many times has Kyle had to stay silent when his friends were calling their classmates gay? How many times has Stan just listened and laughed at the jokes Cartman made about the two of them?

“Hey,” Kyle reaches out, tugging at the leg of Stan’s pants. There’s a soft smile on his face, but it feels bittersweet when there are still tear marks too. “You can laugh, dude, I was making a joke.”

Stan nods, putting on a smile back. “I know.”

Kyle chews on the inside of his cheek for a second, then turns his face away, staring at the ceiling while he talks. “I don’t really want people to know yet. At least, not the hicks that live around here.”

“What about your mom and dad?”

The question earns a scoff from Kyle. “My mom? Hearing that I’m never going to breed and make her dozens of little Jewish grandchildren? I think she’d faint.”

“Yeah, probably,” Stan says, picking at the lint on the comforter. “But, you’re really not gonna tell them? What about Ike?”

“I’ve thought about it,” Kyle replies, a frown coming across his face. “But, he’s only ten. He’s smart, but he doesn’t really get this kind of stuff yet. Did you even know what a gay person was when you were ten?”

Stan leans back against the headboard as he thinks. He’s pretty sure that, at ten, he didn’t really know what being gay was. In hindsight, his elementary school teachers or boy scout leaders that his dad would call “funny” were probably the first gay people he knew. “I guess not.”

“I think that if I told anyone, I would have maybe a week until the rest of the town found out. They’d probably bully Ike just for being related to me.” Kyle sits up on his elbows, looking over to Stan. “You won’t say anything, right?”

“Of course not,” Stan replies quickly. “I swear, dude. I’d never do that to you.”

A small, relieved smile comes across Kyle’s face as he sits up. “I know. I just, I dunno, wanted to check.”

Stan looks out the window to the mostly dark street, reminding himself that life exists outside of him and Kyle in this room. As far as he knows, there aren’t any out kids in their grade. There’s a few guys that his peers have decided are different, who get pushed around and shoved in lockers despite claiming to be straight. Thinking about Kyle getting treated like that makes an anger that he rarely feels blossom in his chest, and he has to clench his fists. But, when he glances back at Kyle, shuffling his polaroids back into their envelope, he feels a small sense of pride. He’s the only one in town who knows this secret, and Kyle trusts him to protect it.

He’s still not really happy about this David kid, and the fact that Kyle is still looking at his photo as he puts the others away. But, he’ll push that feeling pretty deep down.

“David’s out, at home,” Kyle says, just before tucking the polaroid into the envelope. “He’s from New York City. He says his dad wasn’t really happy about it, and he lost some friends, but he doesn’t regret it.”

“Yeah?” Stan replies, watching as Kyle places the envelope carefully on his nightstand. “Did any of the guys at camp know about you?”

“Not, like, explicitly,” Kyle responds. “They knew about David and they knew me and him spent a lot of time together. No one ever asked, but I think they connected the dots.”

Stan frowns. When their friends see him and Kyle off alone together, they’re quick to poke fun at how gay the two of them act. He can’t imagine how much worse it would be if Kyle was actually out. Thinking back, he understands why Kyle spoke so highly of camp and the new friends he had made.

“So, the two of you guys were together?” Stan asks, trying to keep his voice neutral. “You and David?”

When Stan turns away from the window, Kyle is already looking at him. They both look away quickly, and the tingly sensation in his palms return as he waits for an answer. “We were,” Kyle says in a quiet voice. “I had such a crush on him the first week. He was really smart, and funny, and not arrogant like a lot of the other guys. Do you-” Kyle looks back over at Stan, who’s very focused on staring out the window again. “Do you want to hear this?”

The question makes Stan’s face heat up. He thought he wasn’t being obvious with how uncomfortable the subject was making him feel. “I mean, if you wanna talk about it-” Stan starts, shrugging like it’s not a big deal to him. “I don’t know if I really, um, want details and stuff. N-not because it’s a guy, though!”

When he finally looks at Kyle, the redhead is smiling, trying to contain his laughter. Stan wipes his palms on his pants.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, unable to stop the smile that comes across his face now.

“Your face right now, dude. You look constipated.” Stan opens his mouth to protest, which causes Kyle to break and start laughing. “It’s okay if you don’t want to hear about him. I don’t like hearing about you and Wendy. It’s not a gay thing, it’s just, I dunno, cringey?”

Stan lets out a breath of relief, allowing himself to laugh along. “Fucked up that you never told me you don’t like hearing about Wendy, but, good to know it’s mutual.” He pauses, letting out a loud yawn. “Sorry, I was up at like 6 this morning, I’m beat.”

Kyle rolls his eyes, but Stan can tell that he’s getting pretty tired too. “I can, um,” he begins, glancing down at the space between them on the bed. “Do you want me to grab you extra blankets or something?”

“Why would you do that?” Stan asks, rubbing his eye as he leans back against the headboard.

Kyle takes a second to respond, in which Stan realizes just what he means. “I can sleep on the floor or something, if you don’t want to share. It’s really okay.”

Right . They’ve slept beside each other since they were toddlers, sharing a nap mat in kindergarten. The thought that they wouldn’t do that anymore didn’t even cross Stan’s mind at first, and knowing that Kyle was worried about it makes him feel terrible. “I don’t mind, dude.”

“Are you sure? It’s really fine-” Stan hadn’t noticed, but Kyle’s been keeping a distance between them, sitting at the end of his bed.

“You were gay the last time I stayed over, right?” Stan asks, and, after a pause, he can see the tension leave Kyle’s body.

The redhead smiles, moving over to the same side of the bed as his friend. The two of them don’t need to say anything as they slide under the covers, careful to leave enough room for the other. Stan stays against the wall, coming to lay down on his back just as Kyle flicks the lamp on his nightstand off. In the darkness, there isn’t anything to distract him, just the sound of Kyle’s breathing as he settles into the bed beside him.

They lay there for some time, both staring up at a black ceiling. Even though he was tired before, now that he’s actually laying down, he knows his thoughts are swarming too fast for him to actually get any sleep tonight.

Softly, he hears from beside him, “Stan?”

“Yeah?” He replies.

“Do you think I’m being a wimp if I don’t tell anyone else?”

The answer comes easily to him. “No, not at all.”

“I just- Fuck , it’s scary.”

Stan grips the blanket beneath his hand, because Kyle sounds just like he did when they were little, and all he wants to do is tell his best friend that he’ll be okay. But, Kyle would see right through that, so all he says is, “I know, dude.”

He hears Kyle shuffle beside him, and without looking, he knows the other’s face is turned towards him. “Thanks for coming over tonight.”

“Of course. It’s been a really shitty summer without you.”

“I guess,” Kyle starts. “Thanks for staying . After I told you.”

Stan lets out a breath, trying to exhale some of the weight on his chest. There’s a lot on his mind, and so many things he’s unsure of right now. But, more than anything, he knows he could never lose this , staying beside his best friend. He doesn’t quite know how to verbalize this, for fear of sounding too cheesy or insecure or needy. So, instead, he just looks over at Kyle, giving him a smile that he hopes the other can make out in the dark.

“So,” Stan starts, keeping his voice a whisper. “Do you think you can get your mom to make pancakes for breakfast?”

The question earns a small fit of laughter from Kyle, who starts to complain about how Stan only stays over for the luxury breakfast the next day. Stan turns over to face him when he retorts, and they fall into their usual ritual of whispering lame jokes and stories, which only grow more random and delirious the longer they talk. Eventually, their conversation will dwindle, and they’ll fall asleep facing each other, soft smiles on their faces.

[kylejsugarman]

ive just been really fucking sad thinking about au squared baby during the jesse captivity arc and how she turns 2 just a few weeks after he disappears… does demi do anything to Celebrate for her? how does it go? tbh just like. how do demi and baby handle the time directly after he disappears? do demi and marie rely on each other for support, since they’re both in kind of the same situation?

me about my own au: this is fucked up why are we talking about this?? baby isn't Quite sentient enough to really realize that its her birthday, but demi still gets her a mini cake and some toys just to celebrate. at this point, they have left the schrader household and gone back to demi's place since everyone has disappeared in the desert and the dea are sort of like. well. i guess u can go back to ur lives and contact us if u hear anything. but marie comes over anyway to take her mind off the news and gifts baby a darling little easter dress. its impractical sure, but its sweet. enough time has passed by now that baby isnt constantly crying from the separation anxiety, but she isnt quite herself. shes just so somber. there will be better days and times where baby smiles or laughs during those six months, but she cries a lot and melts down whenever there's any kind of significant change to her routine. she doesnt have the words yet for how much she misses him. demi is good at staying stable around baby and caring for her with pure love, but her depression makes time apart hard. she barely sleeps at night and sort of walks around work in a daze, sometimes unable to summon any kind of conversation or emotion for the owners of her patients. marie understands and is also just So Lonely, she's never been this alone in her life, and sort of clings onto demi and baby the way she clung onto flynn and holly. she and demi often share some wine after baby goes to bed, running out of things to talk about early on but dreading what comes after they say their goodbyes. it's just a very, very strange time, a period of total limbo. nobody can tell if it's okay to keep living, to change, to stay the same.

[lamafuntrolls]

(IM FUCKING BACK MAN,ALSO BIG NEWS,I MIGHT BE FINALLY ABLE TO POST ON WATTPAD,ok anyways,here finally a mini story cuz i Jeep getting followers over and over and over.....wich Makes me really happy,also trollex started to get pregnant here/dunno how to Say that/and i never wrote about that so here)

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Trollex pov

i rolled in m'y bed,i was in lots of disconfor,it Been si Lamy Nights that i couldn't sleep,it didn't help that ervy jour i needed to trow Up,i was tired of this.Some trolls Says just Tell Them,but it not easy to Tell someone that their a trolling in ur stomach.

And evryone seemed to get suspicions,i controlled the puke part,but i kept having cravings,each time their food i est like i gavent eaten since month.

I know i couldn't keep the Amy longer,m'y stomach was getting a little round (i cant spell it)wich i managé to Hide whit a vest,well for now...

I didn't realise that it was morning,i was damn tired,i didn't sleep at all,but if i didn't get Up peaple Will start to worry,so i forced myself up. I heard a knock on the door and quickly grabbed m'y cape that was nearby and rolled over me.

Maid 1: your majesti,breakfast ready

Trollex :all right,i Will be There soon

Maid 1:also some guest Will be joint you

The maid Walker out,what guest,i dont think it gonna cause trouble,i can just mayby control m'y cravings,in a way....or kick Them out,but it rude.

I when to the dinning Room,and i saw that their was lot more food then before,how many guest are they!

I felt the baby roll around,greet it as feets now,im literlly gonna be dictated by it. The guards came over whit the guest,oh no,it was the other leaders,i think they got suspicious.

The baby kick again,i get IT!. I sat down at the table,i now i couldn't start Eating yet since we all need to be sitting down.

After that they salle took small portions if food,i couldn't help but take more,in hope no one noticed...

Poppy : trollex,we needa Talk to you,in urgent

Trollex : couldn't we have done it during a meething

Poppy :no, because the other one is in 3 Days and we needa to meet you as soon as possible

Trollex :why...

I sweated,but since were under water,they didn't show,i now i couldn't be nervous,ok mostly because the baby wouldn't stop kicking me if i Do,but also because i bring Up suspicions.

Poppy :we all notice your acting strange

Trollex :Strange me..pfff... im not

Barb:dude,your wearring that cape,and a crown, didn't you Say you Hated Them

Trollex :maybyyy...i changed m'y mine

Branch :your eathing Much more Then before

Trollex :im not

Branch:your plate so big it can probrably touche the Roof,also remember the pancakes festival

Trollex :i was Hungry i didn't eat breakfast

branch:you didn't stop eating since we arrived

Ohhh,seaweed,i cant control it. I gulped what i just ate and looked more nervous then Ever,what gonna happend next

Poppy :so we know your not gonna tell us,so we needa Do it the ard way...

Trollex :w..what

They took all the good away from me,sweet ,now not only im gonna starve but this DUMP BABY WONT SROP KICKING ME.

Poppy :either you Tell us,or not get food,if nothing wrong you wouldn't be worried about it

Trollex :pff.i dont care,im fine

Branch :also remove the cape pls

Trollex:eee nty,it kinda cold here haha yaaaaa

Poppy : trollex,what are you hidding

Man this was gars,evryone was staring at me,i was starving,and the baby kicked arder,topping all that,i needed to puke.i hugged m'y stomach in hope to make it stop,but it only brought worried looks, poppy told me to Tell Them,since i really didn't look good.

I was breathing ard(ok no His not giving birth ok,im never writing a birth sene,well unless u ask,but still ,no)i Closed m'y eyes and it like i forgot evryone around me,i didn't realise that i started crying,it wasn't because if the food,or the kicks,i didn't know why.

I could Hear Poppy talking to me,but this Time to open m'y eyes,she was shaking m'y shoulder,i didn't now what to do. Then all the leaders were talking whit worried voices.

I tried moving or open m'y eyes,but i just couldn't,they even called beat,but nothing could help me....

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I dont now how long i was out,but i woke up whit Branch and poppy holding me like i fell,evryone looked worried or/was crying,i didn't now what happend,and i didn't realise m'y cape was still on m'y chair

Poppy : trollex,His evrything ok !

Branch: poppy,let him recover ok

Barb:him???how about her hein.man that fucking disturbing

Poppy :Barb!

Barb:what!

Branch :stop yelling you two!

I didn't care what they say,i just curled Up again and cryed in dispear,Branch Hugged me and tried rassuring me,i felt a lot,i was scared,sad,angry,lost. I just wanted it to end!

Branch :shhhhh it ok

Poppy :you think it hormones

Branch:i dont now

Poppy :i should'nt have took the good away..

Branch : poppy it ok,it was gonna happend anyway

Poppy :true...

I slowly regain m'y senses,m'y emotions seemed to have found their places,and i felt a bit better,i opend m'y eyes and looked around again. I saylt Up,still not realizing m'y stomach was at fiew.

Trollex :what happend...

Branch:you fainted and almos hurt yourself

Trollex :why evryone crying...

Poppy :ummm trollex...

Poppy pointed something behind me,i looked,and then i realise...ohhhh s*** m'y cape fell off!!! I panicked and put it on quickly not looking at them,what did i Do...

Poppy : trollex,it alright,we now,and we wont be Mad

Trollex :you guys werent suppose to now...

Barb:why

Trollex :nothing

Barb:why

Trollex :nothing!

Barb :WHY!

Trollex :BECAUSE IM PREGNANT WHIT BRANCH OK

I slapped m'y hands on m'y mouth,double s***,what did i Do

Poppy :your WHAT

Trollex :sorry sorry,i didn't Méan to Say that...

Poppy came closer to me like she wanted to hurt me bad,she did the hair ball thing(i forgot how IT called)and was ready to hit me. But Branch jumped on her wich made a Hole in the wall.

I looked at her really scared,she almos killed me!!!!???

Essence : poppy,like you Said,violence isnt a solution

Poppy :b..but he he ..

branch: Poppy calm down,none if this His trollex fault,it mine...

Poppy :what Do you mean....

Branch :i wanted to practice,i didn't now boys could get pregnant,i swear

Poppy :why you wanted to Do this

Branch :for you...

Poppy :aw Branch

Barb:OK WE GET IT YOU TWO,TALK ABOUT IT WHEN WERE DONE WHIT THE BLOW FISH

Trollex :hey!!!

Barb:no offence

Poppy :your right,i should'nt have try killing trollex,sorry bud

Trollex :it ok

Branch :but what are you gonna Do now

Trollex :i dont now,mayby give it to a familly

Poppy :your gonna abandon your kid

Trollex :hey i didn't want it un the beguining (i fucking cant spell😑)

Branch :but if you Do,imagine how it gonna fell When hé knows you didn't want it

Trollex :ok first im sure it a she,second,i really dont now....i mean she cant bethe heir,since it was an accident...

Poppy :well mayby you can keep it without it being the heir

Trollex :i..i dont now..

Branch:hey dont worry Will be their

Delta:true,at same Time now we know right

Trollex :true...ty guys..

We all group Up for a hug.

Trollex :also if you make Poppy pregnant Branch,im killing you

Branch:wait..what😳

[lesbian-janecrocker]

This fic is based off of my no suburb AU in which the beta and alpha kids never play suburb and neither do the trolls I haven't come up with a way they meet each other yet but I might make it involve Bec Jades dog?? ALSO HUGE TW FOR R@PE/CHILD NEGLECT/ S3LF H@RM AND DYING SO PLEASE OF U CANT HANDLE THAT STUFF DONT READ / DONT INTERACT!! thx xoxo ;3

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Your name is Jade Harley today is April 13 2009 and today was supposed to be a very special day but the days almost over the sun is setting and your dreams lied, you can't help but cry to know that everything all those years of day dreaming for this day the day you could start your life wasn't real it was all in your head it was never real and it lied and it hurts you just lie on your bed crying for hours you've lost all hope and your lost now thao day was supposed to be the end of this lonely hell but it will never end because it has just begun, your dog Bec comforts you as you cry your eyes out, you pet Bec as he licks your face, you know there's no reason to get up Dave will never text you and neither will John it's his birthday of course so he couldn't care any less, all of your thoughts rush through your head you now will never be able to tell Dave and Rose how you feel the way you would die for human contact to touch someone else you couldn't care if they where hurting you or hell even using you for pleasure as long as someone was there you didn't care anymore you had lost everything and now there's nothing left there is no point in anything now your always going to be stuck on this god forsaken island no, this hell.

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Your name is Dave Strider and it jus so happens the 13 of April 2009 is your friend John's birthday, your surprised Jade hasn't texted you John and you talked earlier about how you where both going to play some stupid game you would have probably thrown out your own window, but your brother is coming home soon so you have to get to bed soon even though it's only 4:00 in your mind if your asleep he can't do anything to you the worst he could do was just to watch you sleep and get aroused but what else could he do.. right? God your so tired of being scared of him he's your fucking brother who you can't even trust because all he does is touches you Jesus Christ.. your brother is home now ( you hear the door unlock ) oh god ( you climb into bed pretending to be asleep ) ... Dave..? You don't have to hide from me come on! It's not like I would hurt you.. ( f- fuck no he's looking for you he's gonna rape you again you know that all you can do is hide all of a sudden tears start to form in your eyes as you hear your brother open the door reaching for the blood stained blanket from previous sessions..) / Soon after the session / ( oh my god why me why again I feel so sick I just wanna vomit when he touches me I can't do this I can't I can't I can't I can't I don't feel safe here i- i-m so tired I don't wanna be here I hope I just die I don't wanna wake up tomorrow I can't do this I can't live here it hurts so much I can't walk now. Great. )

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Your name is Rose lalonde and today 4/13/09

Is your friend John's birthday who seems to have forgotten to open your gift or at latest tell you about it.. and your other friends won't text you either and you've been trying to text Dave for the past hour now he still won't respond you supposed it's something with his strange brother who in your opinion seems like some what of a pedophile but what can you say you only know what Dave tells you and he doesn't say much when it comes to his brother! It's getting late now and you have to go find your mother.. ( you walk down stairs smelling a strong scent of alcohol and cigarettes ) m-mom- sorry mother.. RoseeeEe.. heh have you uh heard anything from your uhh what's his name um John.? Like I would carreee. God just go to bed.. B- but mother I haven't eaten yet.. So? Just god I don't need this right now just go.. FINE you say getting rather pissed at your mother you head up stairs tail between your legs now you truly understand why dad left.

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Your name is John Egbert and today is your 13th birthday and you where supposed to play some stupid game with your friends but it's stupid like Dave said so there's no point in playing it.. but for some reason some one keeps messaging you?

CG). HEY FUCK ASS UH IM GOD AND IM TROLLING YOU UH WORTHLESS HUMAN SCUM YOU FUCKING NOOK SUCKING HORN RUBBING FUCK FACE CUN-

EB). Woah one you have horns and two your god??

CG). OH MY GOG SHUT UP THATS NOT THE POINT ALL YOU NEED TO KNWO IS THAT IM HERE TO ANNOY YOU AND THATS THAT ALSO HAVE FUN WITH YOUR FRIENDS ALSO GETTING THESE SHITTY MESSAGES BECAUSE M UH FRIENDS ARE ALSO TROLLS ANNNND-

EB). ok. So whats the point here man I'm tired just tell me what you want and today's my birthday so-

CG). GOG YOU STUPID FUCKING HUMANS.. SO SINCE YOUR UNABLE TO GET PISSED BECUASE OF MY VERY VERY.. FUNNY TROLLING WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU NEED?? BECAUSE IF YOUT ASKING WHAT I WNAT IS TO TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT WORTHLESS GRUB.

EB). Well my friend Jade is kinda upset about these weird dreams she's been having and they haven't come true and apparently she's been planning for this day her whole life and all so the least you could do would be to help her!

CG). HELLO? OK WISE GUY IM NOT A FUCKING MIRACLE WORKER.

EB). Well if your god can't you help anyone? :B

CG). SHUT THE FUCK UP OK OK I ADMIT IT IN NOT GOD BY ANY MEANS BUT SHEESH- GUESS I COULD JUST MESSAGE YOUR FRIEND OR SOMETHING..

EB). wow yeah thanks dude byyyyeeee ^^

CG). HEY WAIT-

( EB). stopped pestering CG). at 6:43 pm )

Welp that was strange. But whatever your tierd and your sick of eating cake all day probably Betty crocker cake mix.. hm I just hope Jades ok, she lives all alone only at 13 and her Grandpa has been gone for a year so there's no hope of him coming back any time soon she said he was really into adventurers andddd.. into some guy named Dirk?? Damn she really needs to stop looking through her grandpa's weird old gay fantasy diaries..

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Your name is Karkat Vantas and today the in human language would be the thirteenth of April two thousand and nine.. your now on a wild goose chase of messaging this human boys sad friend like you should fucking care. Seems out of your fucking control why do you even give a shit anyway I mean it's either this or playinv that stupid game with Sollux even though it was your idea in the first place.. whatever Karkat let's just get this shit over with...

CG). HEY ARE YOU JADE? ANSWEAR ME!! MAKE THSI EASY AND ANSWER DONT TRY ANYTHING!

GG). Who the hell is this Dave are you using an alt account on pesterchum becuase if thai is you I'm gonna be at your fucking ass :(

CG). NO MY NAME IS KARKAT NOW WJTA TEH HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM ANYWAY A FRIEND OF YOURS HAD TOLD ME ABOUT YOUR CURRENT FEELINGS OF SADNESS AND TO GWT HIM TO SHUT TEH FUCK UP I HAVE TO DO THIS.

GG). well my problem is that I'll be trapped on this stupid fucking island forever and I'm surprised I haven't killed myself yet mr. Karkat sir.

CG). SHEESH IM NOT YOUR THERAPIST KUAT TELL ME HOW I CAN HELP SO I CAN GET JOHN OFF MY BACK.

GG). well If your asking injsut want to leave this stupid island I've tried everything but nothing will work

CG). WELL I MEAN I COULD GIVE YOU SOME ADVICE MAYBE?

/Half an hour goes by no response from Jade/

CG). HEY ARE YOU STILL THERE???

CG). HELLOOOOO

GG). help please teh bleeding won't stop and it hurts.

CG). WHAT ARE YOU OK?

GG). no my wrist keeps bleeding and it won't stop I can't stop the bleeding please help

CG). DID YOU DO TAHT TO YOURSELF.

GG). god fuck off please just help me!!

CG). UM WELL IS THERE ANYONE THERE TO HELP YOU?

GG). a fucking dog that can sometimes teleport.

CG). WELL THEN FIND THE "DOG" AND LET IT COMFORT YOU OR BETTER YET TRY SOME OF THOSE FANCY THINGS YOU TRIED TO MAKE TO GWT OUT OF THAT ISLAND I DON'T KNOW FIND SOMEONE WHO CAN HELP!!

GG). Iim bleeding out but I'll try I don't want to die please don't let me die Karkat it's so cold here don't let me die alone bleeding out my wrist on this floor please

(She slowly walks over to her failed portal to simply think about the one person who cared about her dying the only one who offers help as her wrist bleeds out onto the cracks of the stone contraption on the floor causing it to flicker green light..)

Your name is Karkat Vantas and you think you just listened to the last words of a girl who killed herself you feel sick to you stomach- FUCK OH MY GOG. a passed out red blooded girl lays flat on your floor as you see the same blood color as you tan skin, cracked lips, fluffy long hair, no horns what is this you know it's a human. But god THIS oh my wow i- CHRIST KARKAT SHES DYING DO SOMETHING FUCKFUCKFUCK ( you find bandages and wrap them around her wrist you lay her on your bed staring at her for hours wondering what to do when all of a sudden her eyes widen ) ( Jades POV ) OH MY GOD YOU- WHERE YOU HAVE HORNS AND YOUR G- GRAY AND A BOY? I- YOU SAVED ME DIDNT YOU YOU KARKAT YOU YES YOU ( he stairs at you in shock your so happy and scared all at the same time knowing that This the first time in years you have been around another thing that has feeling like you at least you think but he saved you. ) / She leans in and gives Karkat a kiss on the lips / ( Karkat's POV ) OH MY GOD you turn away S-STOP I I DON'T KNOW YOU I- i-m so sorry she says in a quite voice feeling ashamed of what she had done I haven't seen another person in a very very long time :(.. OH I UH UNDERSTAND BUT STILL- THIS IS STUPID SO JUST TELL ME WHY IS YOUR BLOOD RED LIKE MINE YOU COULD BE KILLED. I don't fucking know I'm just- thats just how humans are. Ok. Also if my portal worked.. then. I can leave. Whenever I want I'm free thanks to y- you oh my god OH MY GOD. PLEASE I NEED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT THIS PLACE I NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING YOU KNOW PLEASE I LOVE IT HERE I LOVE YOU. I- FINE BUT PLEASE CALM DONE FOR FUCKS SAKE I'M HORRIFIED OF YOU...

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(End of chapter one everyone is always connected ) also if there's spelling and Grammer mistakes idc in only proof read the start and I'm rlly tierd so fuck off it's 1:00 AM rn..

[actsofgod]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝑼𝑷𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑫.

click the link for full connections and find extras under the cut.

aka things i’m too lazy to write nicely: 

outside of work we’re at each others throats but somehow an absolute ace team on missions

currently desperate for a vibe akin to ‘i thought i was your darling back then, always cared for, always protected’ only for contact to cease in the 3 year gap despite anezka’s initial attempts to reach out. now y’all are back and she is so Angy that she got played/you didnt care enough to care in the distance/whatever. the reason for silence couldve been anything from genuine apathy to shit going down behind the scenes

idc how just give me that scene in skyfall where moneypenny shaves bond

some sort of alice (of wonderland infamy) / caterpillar vibes or alice / white rabbit vibes. is anezka always alice? definitely not.

anything that involves her altering memory: willingly or otherwise

had a one night stand yet this muse didn’t pick up nez’s call the next time and she’s still not over it. she’s either mean about it or trying to win you back

you exclusively come to visit nez when you’re drunk/high so you can be on her strange dream girl level. laying on the ground being passed fruit to keep u from gettin too fucked up

“is this love?” “love is for children. i owe him a debt.”

the classic “i got fucked up and require stitches and either caladrius isn’t available or you’re more tender when you patch me up albeit it’s a bit wonky and one time you wan’t to put your name in the stitching like embroidery but whatever”

the dorothy to her bitchy glinda the good witch

we ran into each other randomly in the break up years and despite there being nothing between us back then we ended up sleeping together that night

the wicked witch of the west to her bitchy glinda the good witch (frenemies but make them Similar?)

will they won’t they hateship/flirtationship "i hate u sm” “hate u more” ( grace kelly vc: “if your opinion is as rude as your manner i dont think i care to hear it” vs. john bender “sweets you couldn’t ignore me if you tried” ) while the group is “just go fuck and get it over with already” 

“if you were mine i wouldnt have let you go” “i wouldnt have asked your permission”

being the naked window neighbour is so much responsibility *sigh* (idk either straight up titillation or give me rear window. give me erotic w a tint of thrill/danger/manipulation/malice)

amy and nick dunne energy

i would make an excellent goon. i’d like “on it boss” and then i’d fuck it up immediately ( x )

steely dan vc: i’m a fool to do your dirty work, i don’t want to do your dirty work no moooore

a version of THAT scene from euphoria