#the other is my trashy shitty comfort show

[shinobufied]

just a silly little thought I had:

one day Bruce falls asleep on the couch, this isn't a too rare occurence, but this time it was a huge relief to Alfred, since he hadn't properly slept for days.

So boom, knocked out on the couch while watching TV and time freezes, Alfred sees it and does not even dare to breath. Complete lockdown of the wayne household, everyone going into "cat-fell-asleep-on-my-lap-mode" .

Dick enters the room, rambling about something but being immediately interrupted by Alfreds energetic "ssh." At first he looks offended but then he sees his father knocked out on the couch and his expression turns into a conflicted one, because his favourite trashy show is about to come on and he really needs to see it because last patrol was really shitty and his ribs are bruised and hurt and-

Then his phone vibrates in his pocket and he sees a message from Alfred. "If you wish to watch your show, you can do it here, just put subtitles on and be quiet."

Dick sends him a thumbs up in response and when he looks up Alfred is long gone.

About 5 minutes later Jason comes in, complaining about something and just like his brother before were silenced with a " pssch." His eye twitched slightly because how dare they, but then he sees Bruce and immediately understands. Dick, seeing that his brother apparently had a shitty day as well, pulls out his phone and a moment later Jasons phone vibrates.

"Wanna watch with me? It's pretty lame and we only have subtitles but Sharon just found out she got cheated on and is now plotting revenge."

Jason does not know who Sharon is, but oddly enough he's intrigued so he joins Dick on the couch and they watch, occasionally trash talking via the phone.

Then Tim comes in, then Damian, Cassandra, Steph and eventually Duke, all being visibly stressed out and for some odd reason agreeing to watch Dicks shitty comfort show. At some point they're messaging each other more than watching the show, at some point one of them impulsively opened a new gc specifically for trash talking that show and the room is filled with the occasional giggle which is silenced with the glares from the others.

This now developes into a habit of theirs, regardless whether theyre all in the manor or scattered across the globe, they all sit down and watch the newest episode, discussing it in their stupid gc.

Bruce on the other hand wakes up after his nap completely disoriented and confused, but he see's all his children sitting on the couch, seeing them careless and happy for the first time in a long while so he decides the reason doesn't really matter.

[saruman-the-silly]

PLZ PLZ PLZ TERZO X MALE READER (it's ok if it's gn tho) WHERE READER REALLY LIKES WATCHING DANCE MOM'S AND BAD REALITY TV STUFF

YES. just YES.

Late Night Shows

tags: terzo x male!reader, fluffy

Terzo sighed and rubbed his eyes. The day had been awfully long, and he could not wait to get home to you, his handsome amore.

He got out his keys, and opened the door, yelling out playfully: "Honey, I'm home!"

Usually you responded with something equally stupid, but today it was quiet. Terzo was a bit confused, but continued on, taking off his shoes and getting on some more comfortable clothes.

When he walked to the living room, he found you in the middle of a blanket pile, watching some trashy reality tv while only wearing boxers and one of Terzos shirts. Terzo grinned at you, your eyes glued to the screen.

"Amore?" He asked playfully. You jumped, popcorns flying out of your hands. "Stop doing that you dipshit, I dropped my popcorn!" You laughed, getting up and hugging him. He only grinned, and kissed your cheeks, and then your lips. You sighed, happy to be in his arms again.

"May I ask.. what were you watching?" Terzo asked. "OH! I was watching dance moms! It's so addicting watching the moms just create drama from nothing. Truly mesmerizing shit." You grinned, sitting down and grabbing the remote.

Terzo hummed, and sat down beside you. Soon enough, both of your eyes were glued to the screen.

"WHAT THE HELL- "She is not good enough for the solo part"??? I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY IT YOU-" Terzo grabbed a pillow and screamed into it, before throwing it against the tv. You tried to hold in your laughter, but failed miserably, and soon you were laughing your ass off at your boyfriend's antics. Terzo kept quietly cursing in Italian under his tongue, before kissing you on the cheek with a sheepish smile, and grabbing some more popcorn.

You both got very, and I mean very, invested in the show. Soon that, and other shitty reality tv shows were playing in the background every night, while the two of you were cuddled up on the couch.

Sometimes the ghouls would join you and you would have a shitty reality tv night with a lot of snacks and a huge pile of blankets. (Which usually ended up being a giant ghoul pile with you and Terzo in the middle)

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BACK FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELL it seems like, I'm slowly gathering inspiration to write again :D I got some inspiration to finish this, sorry this is very short but hope you like it <3

[seikointelli]

FD5 cast!

What things that makes you comfortable?

(Like comfort snacks, hobbies that you enjoy, your loved ones, etc.)

Candice: Well, besides gymnastics, drawing helps me feel better. It kinda makes me feel like a kid again no responsibilities.

Isaac: If we aren't considering whatever girl i'm talking to, then its watching trashy reality TV shows with certain people.

Olivia: Watching shitty reality shows and constantly reminding myself that i'll age well enough to not have to get botox.

Dennis: Watching my employees bicker like children while eating popcorn. Its fucking hilarious.

Peter: Hanging out with Candice and eating the worst pizza you've ever had.

Molly: Eating froot loops and watching Winx Club in pitch black darkness. Something about it is just so calming.

Sam: Spongebob. Spongebob blanket. Spongebob plushie. You get the point. Oh, and also watching wrestling.

Nathan: Playing video games and eating junk food with Olivia and Isaac like we're rebellious teenagers in high school again. And none of us really see any other loved ones anymore.

[thatfreshi]

i love meet cutes. can you write one of those 😽

Okay so full disclosure, I usually hate meet-cutes. HOWEVER, I enjoyed writing this one, and it was a fun one to brainstorm. Anyways, you often go to parties full of rich people to laugh at their shenanigans. That is, until you meet a not-so-shitty rich guy named Mark, who invites you to play a game of Codenames with some stakes. (If you don't know how to play Codenames, you may want to watch a video before reading this).

Ah yes, the classic LA house party. While sometimes trashy, at least they usually take place at a nice residence. It was one of those instances where you were invited by a friend of a friend, someone who just wanted to fill rooms so their Instagram stories would look good. To some people, it would appear sad that you were going alone, but you enjoyed the occasional foray into the world of strangers, especially rich ones. Most of them were fascinating, somehow so obsessed with their money that the green in their eyes was too blinding for them to realize you were standing in front of them. However, you do find the occasional true philanthropist, the ones that came into money through a mixture of struggle and luck, and wish to see others do the same. Tonight, at this LA house party, you met one of those rich people.

It was mid-winter, and the dress code was casual. When you walked in you could almost drown in cable-knit sweaters. You honestly couldn’t even remember how you ended up in places like these, but you weren’t the kind to refuse a kind invitation, especially if there was a shit show abound. 

“So are the people here wearing way too many cable-knit sweaters, or is it just me?”

You turn to your right as a dark-haired man approaches you from the kitchen, carrying what seems to be a red solo cup of water.

“Oh my god, I was literally just thinking that!”

You two laugh to yourselves and you analyze the man a little further. He seemed almost unaware of where he was, or maybe too aware? It’s hard to say. Clearly he isn’t drunk, but there’s an air of arrogance that surrounds most people you meet at these kinds of these things that he seems to lack.

“So, what’s your deal stranger?”

He almost scoffs.

“What, am I not allowed to introduce myself to a fellow party-goer?”

“Well, most people that introduce themselves to me are snobs looking to shame my choice in sneakers.”

“I mean I had zero intention of shaming your sneakers, and they look quite comfortable honestly.”

He puts out a hand, expecting a shake in exchange. You oblige.

“Mark.”

“Y/n.”

“Well y/n, if you are so incredibly judgemental, why are you here on such a fine and judge-free evening?”

“Honestly? I come to these things to see who gets sloppy drunk and throws a chair.”

“Well, you can rest assured knowing it won’t be me. I can’t drink anyways.”

He swirls the red solo cup in your direction, taking a sip of his sad flavorless water.

“It’s not good either, the tap here tastes horrible.”

“I’m sorry, you’re drinking LA tap water right now?”

“What’s a man supposed to do when there are no water bottles?”

“Uh, die of thirst or drink soda.”

An encore of laughter rings through the entrance. When it dies down, Mark asks you a question.

“Are you a board game enthusiast by chance?”

“Depends on what board game. Monopoly should be banned from the planet.”

“Agreed, mainly because I hate playing it with my friends. But no, not Monopoly. Have you ever played Codenames?”

“Maybe when I was younger, but I honestly can’t remember.”

“Well, some of the people that come to these regularly like to make these huge gambling pots on rounds of Codenames. It’s like a twenty-dollar buy-in, but you can bet as much as you want, and it forces other people to have a higher buy-in, so it gets a little crazy.”

You almost roll your eyes.

“Oh, so you’re throwing your money at other rich people over some board game?”

“Well when I lose, yes, but I don’t usually lose, and when I don’t lose I give my earnings to a charity voted by the group. Honestly, I think it’s a fun way for them to donate their money through me, instead of actually having to do it themselves.”

You stay silent for a moment, a little shocked at how this guy doesn’t seem to be a douchebag.

“So are you inviting me to said game?”

“Yeah, you seem like you’d be a good teammate.”

“Well, if you’re paying, then I’m in.”

You throw him a snarky smile.

“You think I’d invite a stranger to do something expensive and expect them to pay? You wound me.”

Mark playfully grabs at his chest, as if he’s been stabbed. Once he’s done being dramatic, the both of you make it to the living room, where they’re setting up the game. Mark then greets the guys setting it up and gestures to you, introducing you to the men.

“This is y/n. Y/n, this is Freddie and Mike.”

After a little bit of small talk, you find out that Freddie and Mike run a gym that doesn’t allow women and frequently talk about crypto. You also realize that Mark actually hates these guys, and you start to realize why he’s here and why he plays their little game in the first place. He’s robin-hooding some idiots.

Soon enough the game starts, and you’re playing the operative. Freddie and Mike go first, only getting one out of eight cards. Then you and Mark go, getting two out of nine. It goes steady for a while, Freddie often messing up the meaning of what Mike meant by his clue. Eventually the game gets close, as you are still learning the way Mark plays. You have two left to win, and the opposing team has three. While they’ve been doing badly so far, it’s still possible they could win it.

“Alright y/n, your clue is ‘Tap’ for two.”

You begin to think, scanning the board. There’s nothing about dance or shoes, so it can’t be tap dance. There’s also nothing related to alcohol. You’re almost out of time when your eyes wander to the right-hand corner, where you see two words.

“Water, and soda.”

Mark slams down the agent cards, and Freddie looks down at his shoes sadly, handing over their money to you with a dejected look. Mark counts up the money and tells them he’s only interested in one for the night, and the next gamblers line up to take your place.

“How did you know I’d get that?”

“Eh, you seem smart enough to tie it back to our conversation from earlier.”

The two of you walk outside and sit on the porch of the mansion.

“So you really just come to stuff like this to take money from shitty people and donate it?”

“Yeah, pretty much. They don’t always realize it though, like those two. I’ve been giving their money to Planned Parenthood for years.”

You burst out laughing at the irony.

“Oh my god, that’s great.”

Both of you continue laughing for a long time, and you wipe away at tears from chuckling so hard.

“This uh, has been really fun. I usually hate rich people parties.”

“Well, at least you don’t hate me. So far.”

“Well, we could keep the night going and we’ll see if I start to hate you.”

Mark smiles.

“Yeah, that sounds fun.”

“Wanna go grab a drink?”

You smirk and he glares at you. Instead of a drink, you decide to go get some takeout and sit in a parking lot alone. It’s fun and casual, and besides, you weren’t expecting to meet such a cool guy. Into the night, the two of you scheme more on how to scam rich assholes, and you also scheme on an idea for a future date.

[sk3tch404]

So I took a look at some of Mosq boys character files again, apparently he's half Christian. Don't ask me what that means, cuz I also forgor 🤠 but yeah, i think we pulled that out of our asses to justify the crosses in his design lmao

Now about Hyena boy... I- listen, listen trust me when I say, no tf u don't wanna get to him, he's like, the trashiest scumbag in existence 😬 like I'm not gonna lie, I think his only redeemable quality is his looks, so here's his part of the "prolly not a yandere" essay + my friends notes on him. Also I think in his hypothetical bad ending you also become a drug addict (because of him) and he accidentally causes you to OD, due to him being careless and giving you wrong amount :,)

Hyena

Bitch gets "cucked" every other day is it really cucking if none of them were in an actual relationship with him? u honestly think he has any sort of power over u? He barely scrapes enough money together to buy himself a fake gf for like 4 hours and then goes to his shoddy home to eat rotten food, u really think he can take u on?? Male hyenas in nature r basically punching bags, the highest ranked male is still lower in the hierarchy than the lowest ranked female

From my friend:

only connections to hyena that I have rn, is that he's buddies with tiger, and bunny probably doesnt like him

hyena boy looks like he sleeps in a fucking dirty alley way

- actually a pretty face

- trashy

- lives in a shitty apartment

- eats expired stuff, the whole fucking fridge is expired

- smoker

- smells like cigarettes

- takes drugs

- gets money from "sugar mommies n sugar daddies" that basically "own" him. gets money by illegall prostitution n pathetically begging em for money.

- throws out money to rental girlfriend

- constantly cucked

https://imgur.com/a/ENWBOX7

Also the game is not even in development, since theres still quite a few characters who don't even have a concrete appearance/personality and it would be wayyyy to much effort to complete it properly for now, since both of us are busy with school 😔 rn we just have the roughest of the rough plot outlines for their respective "routes"

-Ren'py anon

AWWW HE IS A LOSER CUTIE!!!

Dw abt the crosses on Mr. Mosq vampire boy. Tbh it's been pretty normalized as casual jewelry. Though I'm not gonna get into any real discourse abt it bc 💀

Anyway, I LOVE THAT EVERY BOY IS CENTERED AROUND DIFFERENT ANIMALS! SO SO SOOOOO CUTE HAHAHAHHEHEHE

I saw this video on male hyena's two or three years ago and omg I love this concept for him! Male hyena's are so miserable. They're awesome character traits though! He's not super friendly, kind of creepy ig, has substance abuse issues, scrappy, and a loserrrr.

It would be so awesome to see how the impact of his hyena background influenced his view on other animals/people. Especially females. I would imagine that he would hate most/certain kinds of women because of how female hyena's have treated him in the past. (Not saying misogynistic manners are all quirky n shit, just saying that it would be really realistic and a cool touch to his character)

God, he is really pitiful though. Hyena has to rely on wealthier people that most likely exploit him, desperately does prost1tuation, and then goes on to use that money to try to comfort himself through harmful means. Drugs, and temporary partners that he 'cucks' to release stress/distract himself.

AKA the only forms of safety to him.

The fact that he's used to eating rotten food and living in terrible conditions is also depressing. He's also most likely malnourished. The drugs don't help, and his constant run for money is probably costing him so much mental and physical energy.

Mans is bursting at the seams.

At this point, yalls characters are more like, "We want to make them yandere but they're too sad and weak to even have the time to be obsessed with anything other than their own lives tbh."

Which is even better 😍

Tiger sounds like someone who shows up at Hyena's door at asks if he wants to smoke out some rad meth they just bought off the corner on Buck street.

Or maybe they're really nice and come over to take better care of Hyena idk lolz

It's totally fine if yall aren't even in the dev stage! I was just curious hehe. I love the ocs so much already, and your friend is so talented! I really likeeeeeee that sort of style. Everything I ever wanted when I was 10 lol (That means I wanted to draw super cute and anime kawaii, not that it looks like a children's drawing lol)

Bunny sounds like a prude 🙄 /j

No but fr, I would be weary around Hyena too. He may be sad, but how his life is and all those drugs influencing him, I wouldn't want to get off the wrong foot with him either.

Last thing I wanna mention, I really enjoy that sort of ending. It really ties in with Hyena's character and is super realistic. Maybe Y/n is a rental partner and he's all like, "You wanna hit this? Idk I'm bored and ur like, average so..."

Simple, but effective and entertaining :D

Alexa, play Liquid Smooth by Mitski.

[cloudy-gift]

══✿══╡°˖✧ Seeing Flowers✧˖°╞══✿══

╔⏤⏤⏤╝❀╚⏤⏤⏤╗

Beautiful, I always acknowledge people’s beauty inside. It sounds cheesy but sometimes I feel like I have six senses unlike people with five, who witness people inside, sometimes I see blooming flowers or rotten ones. Different types of flowers inside people are lovely or rotten. I have started to see that after I meet a rotten one. 

As a freshman in high school, I was a fool that would follow a beautiful girl whom I had a crush on. She was a senior, which made me sad that I won't be seeing her next year, but I was then happy that she wasn't as I say her rotten blooms.

“What do you think of the twink Michael?”

“Who?”

“You know that adorable little guy that obeys you around like some lost puppy?”

“Heh, Just another naive puppy, what about it?” 

"Dame, you're such an evil bitch! hah!" 

When I heard that talk I, later on, saw her hideous side. I didn’t know how I did not see it, those thorns, the trashy smell… I was a joke for keeping my walls down, so I ceased and changed the next year. I ignored her and her group as they were also getting out of high school. 

When I attempted to find blooming flowers once, they showed nothing so I stopped. No one in this high school was stunning.

That was what I thought at first...

“Hey, are you reading The Hero’s Thorns?” 

“..Yes” 

Perhaps I was touched starved to speak to another person my age, perhaps that's the cause? I was assuming that when I started to talk to a girl that sat next to me. She held short brown hair and big square glasses. She had warm brown eyes. Her blossoms were not rotten, it was the opposite. carnation blue were her flowers. They were lovely.

I never thought that I would be unlocking my door to anyone in the school but I did, for a carnation blue flower girl, her name was Flora. She was funny, enjoyable, someone I fell for after not so long. She did not have any other friends other than me which surprised me, really it did, how can people not want to be friends with a pretty person like her.

We became friends, real friends. Whenever I am with her I am so comfortable, she's amazing, and she's so cute. How long has it been since I was this happy?

“Hello, Mrs. Rodan! Is Flora here?” 

“Yes! She is in her room, she seems to be upset. I don’t know what to do.”

“Oh..”

“Sorry for asking but, could you be a dear and maybe try to comfort her…?” 

“It’s all right” 

“Thank you, sweetheart!”  

I walked to her room and knocked on the door. 

“Flora, Do you want to play the new video game I bought? I want to play it with you”

“...”

No response

“Flora?”

“...”

“Did I trouble you?” 

“...”

“Are you napping again? Fine, I’ll wake you up” I spread the door.

….

“Flora?”

Opening the door I was met with feet floating in the air. I looked up to see Flora hanged, her face was blue, her eyes were cold, and her flowers were dead.

“No- your not-” 

“Ahhhhhhhh!” the site, her beauty was gone, her soul, her flowers were now dead, they were turned into ash. 

Falling on the ground, stomach hurting, vomiting, crying, Flora’s mother, darkness, sleep, sadness, madness, hurt, hate, rotten.

A week has parted after Flora’s suicide… I had to go to the rotten school again.

Flora left notes for her family and me…

I glanced at the paper 

[to Michael, I am sorry for making you sad about my passing. I am sorry, I tried to hang on to life but you know I have shitty noodle arms… I love you and I am sorry again, please live a good long life. Your dearest Flora] 

Mushing the paper together.

“Live a long happy life? Should have done it yourself asshole” I had no tears left in my eyes to cry.

Why did she kill herself? Why?why?why? 

I walked into the school and I felt everyone’s eyes on me, I did not bother them as I walked to my classroom opening the door as everyone stopped doing what they were doing and looking at me, I sat down on my chair. Thinking of why Flora killed herself. 

The trauma was deepening every seconds, I was drowning, drowning in the sea of despair.  

“...I'm sorry for your loss Michael…” a girl that walked to my seat said.

“....thanks” I never talked to anyone in my class other than Flora, I usually overlooked them, I don’t know why I bother speaking to them, but I guess grief changes people…. 

“!” The girl was stunned by my reply, guess she did not know that I was going to reply, I don’t blame her, neither did I. 

Some other students then showed up at my desk.

“Sorry for your loss..!”

“I hope that you get better!”

“Must be tough to lose someone close…”

“You can have my chips! It makes me feel better”

“Michael, are you all right?”

“Do you want..”

I looked at the students close to me, their rotten flowers were blooming, yet they stank…

Everyone has their secrets… no one is perfect, I am being picky about whom I want to be friends with. I am acting like a kid. 

“Thank you all…” my heart was getting warm.

The students smiled at me as some tried to hide their faces.

●∘◦❀◦∘●

After class I had to stay in to talk to my teacher about my missing days of assignments, the professor did not give me much and I was getting only two pages of work that would take me an hour or two.

I walked out of the classroom, roaming to the bathroom to splash my head with some water, before getting lunch.

“That bitch is finally dead” I halted. 

“What did that bitch do that got Michael to hang around with him?” a girl's voice said, the voice was muffled as in a call.

“I don’t fucking know! But good thing she's gone! We can now get close to senior Michael~!” The first person, the boy said, appeared to be the guy on the call with the girl. 

“Man, I'm jealous of the students who have the same class as him”. A third person was also a male but the voice was deeper than the other guy, was also in the call

“But for now, that ugly fat bitch is gone, we'll have a chance,” the girl said.

My body was burning.

what?who?when?where?why?

“To think that she would have a possibility with the school frost prince! Compared to him she is a nobody, finally, she killed herself, dame she took soooo longgggg, I was going to have to trash her locker again~” the boy was lively as he spits out venom

Their voices were getting staffed as I realized why she did it.

She was getting driven, they bullied her, they bullied her because she was my friend, and they killed her because they wanted to be with me.

They Killed Flora, because of me.

I walked inside.

The boy looked at me in shock.

“S-senior Michael! How are you-!” The guy ended the call as he looked at Michael in shock, his flowers were rotten.

The rottenness was so bad that I wanted to vomit. 

His flowers were the worst of the worst... 

I walked up to the guy, I could tell who he was, A freshman that cut two years in middle school because he was wise. I don’t know much about him, just that…

A new flower was blooming in me…

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

“S-senior Michael! How are you-!” The boy was taller than the average his age, a few inches taller than Michael even. He had blonde short hair with yellowish-green eyes.

Michael walked up making the boy flinch at his presence and how he has never gotten this close to him. He was starting to blush.

Michael grabbed his shoulder before the boy could let out anything he used his other hand to beat him in the stomach, and the taller boy let out an ‘oof’ as he dropped on his butt. The punch was powerful.

“So you bullied Flora?” The boy glimpsed at Michael in shock, Michael was kneeling with his right hand holding on to the Boy’s hair to meet his face.

“Senior Michael, I- You heard it wrong!”

“Answer me, did you kill Flora?” 

“…” He beamed looking up at Michael, his blush deepening.

“Hahahahaha! You are so smart~ That's one reason I love you so much~! Of course, I made her kill herself~” somehow his smile was bigger as he reached out to Mike touching his face, Mike did not move, only giving his glare. 

“It was for us~ my Yin~♥”

Michael had a blank expression but his eyes were colder and his vines were popping.

He grasped the boy’s hand, squeezing it hard, so it hurts.

“I despise you...! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, die die die die die die-!” Each word a punch was heard. 

At that moment in his life, his emotions possessed him, and his rage got the best of him. 

━ ◦ ❖ ◦━

“Haa…! haa..!” His knuckles were red. He glanced down at the blonde, he was beaten to a pulp. He looked like he was doomed, but that bastard had just passed out.

The boy still had a smile on his face.

Michael seems to still have some tears left.

“Sob…!” 

After the storm, it will be clear blue…

Rips fell, and Michael stopped as he tried to control his emotions, which did nothing. 

“Shit why am I crying?” he cried. He was getting mad at himself for crying, mad at his other self, at his soft self.

“Fuck..!” 

“I hate rotten flowers like you so much..!”

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... [Cloudy_gift] ◌ೄ something that I have made but not posed in months...

[patroclusdefencesquad]

there are two wolves inside of you. one is obsessed with the starz tv show black sails and it's complex characters, incredible and nuanced writing, and highlighting and condemning of issues that still affect modern society. the other is obsessed with the starz tv show spartacus and it's poor writing and terrible effects because heehee gay gladiator boyfriends!! the wolves live in harmony because gay rights

[sorryjustafangirl]

#30 & #67 for barzy please ( *ฅ́˘ฅ̀*)

hi nonny!!! thanks for this and again, sorry about the delay but i hope you love this :) also it's a little longer than a blurb but hey inspiration

prompts: "Are you okay?” “Yeah.” “Honest answer?” “… no.” + “I know you’re sad, so let me in. It’s cold outside.”

You were tired. No, not tired, just done. Done putting yourself out there and nothing coming of it. Done going on dates that two sentences in you knew wouldn’t go anywhere. Done trying to get over your upstairs neighbour because it was so obvious it was never going to happen.

You’d met Mat when you confronted him about a late night party he was hosting. You could hear the music through the ceiling, and with a job interview the next morning, you needed your sleep. When you snapped at him, he was sincere and gave you his number in case he needed to turn it down again. You’d sent him an apology and thank you the next morning and he asked about your interview, the two of you soon hitting it off as fast friends.

Now almost two years after meeting (and subsequently falling for) Mat, you were done with love. After another failed coffee date, you’d come back to your apartment, slammed the door, and promptly grabbed the pint of ice cream from the freezer and the blanket from your bed before cozying into the couch. You put on whatever reality trash TV was on as you moped about the state of your love life.

It was an episode later when your phone started buzzing.

Mat: your date must have been shitty if you slammed the door so hard i heard it lol

You typed back a curt ‘it was’ and pressed send. Almost immediately, your phone buzzed with an incoming call from him.

“Are you okay?” His voice was strangely rushed and breathy.

You shrugged even though he couldn't see you. “Yeah.”

“Honest answer?”

You sighed. You didn’t really want to get into this with him but there was something about Mat that made you feel safe enough to open up. “...No.”

“I’ll be right down.”

“Mat no-” you tried to say but he’d already hung up. A few minutes later, there was knocking at your door and you groaned. “I’m not opening the door!”

“I know you’re sad, so let me in.” When you didn’t answer he tried a different approach. “It’s cold outside, let me in.”

You sighed. He always knew exactly what to say to tug at your heartstrings. You peeled the blanket off of you and slowly made your way towards the door.

“You can’t get cold, you work in an ice rink.” You heard him quietly laugh on the other side.

“What if I told you I there’s a dog out here and I need to escape from it?” You leaned your forehead against the door, next to the peephole, trying to stop the small smile forming on your face.

“I’d tell you it’s a stupid fear, you need to get over it.”

“C’mon, please let me in. I’ll break down the door if I have to,” he said with just enough confidence to make you think he would actually do it. You were quick to open the door a tad, to make sure he wouldn’t compromise your security deposit. Your eyes met his and he tilted his head, his puppy dog eyes and pouty mouth making an appearance. You stared him down for a minute before sighing and opening the door for him to enter your apartment.

“I’m not sad, by the way.”

“Yeah, right. Your pint is half eaten and Real Housewives of Orange County is on. You couldn’t even be bothered to pick a good version of a trashy show. You’re sad,” He stated, making himself comfortable on the couch and patting the space beside him. You growled at his observation before plopping on the couch.

“I’m not sad, I’m just tired of putting myself out there and nothing coming of it. Like I did my waiting in college, no one liked me then like that, and that’s fine. But I thought that after college, maybe I'd find someone. But every option just…doesn’t work out. Which means that I’m the problem and I’m just...done, I guess.”

“You’re not the problem,” he said, his tone showing obvious disgust.

“The common denominator is me, Mathew. I am the problem.”

“No. No, you’re not. I refuse to believe that.”

You scoffed. “Why is it so hard to believe? My bookshelf is full of cheesy romances, I still have my childhood blankie, and I’m asleep by 11pm every night!”

“I love those things about you!”

“But that’s different! You don’t love me romantically,” You argued.

“Yes I fucking do!” He shouted. “I love you like Anders loves Grace. I love you like my dad loves my mom. And I have loved you since I set off the building’s fire alarm trying to make a grilled cheese at 2am after a roadie. You found me and gave me a hug so tight, and joked that I could’ve just knocked if I wanted to see you instead of alerting the fire department! You're funny and perfect and a great listener, even when I talk about hockey and you don’t understand any of it! You don’t get to tell me I don’t love you romantically.” His outburst left you stunned, and after a few deep breaths from him, he spoke again but quieter. “We can forget this happened. Just...don’t ever think you aren’t worth everything.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled, barely giving him enough time to process before you smashed your lips to his. He maneuvered you onto his lap, his lips never leaving yours. You threaded your fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck as you kissed it and it didn’t feel like enough time before he was pulling away.

“Wait, wait.” You pulled further away from him, the hurt starting to fester in your chest. “You- you just got off a date, you’re confused.”

You placed your hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look at you. You lightly traced over the outline of his jaw and smiled lightly. “All those dates were to try to get over you. I never thought you’d be interested in me.”

He smiled and leaned forward to kiss you again, as if to say It’s you. I was always interested in you. It was a slower, softer kiss than before – taking the time to explore and savour this change in what your relationship was. This time it was your turn to pull away, leaning your forehead against his.

“You want to know why I hugged you so tight that morning? Because I thought the building was on fire and I couldn’t find you. I was so scared, but the moment I saw you standing in your suit, all I felt was relief and I knew I loved you.”

He wasted no time pulling you back into his embrace, one arm wrapping around your waist and the other holding the back of your head close to his chest. His head was tucked into your neck and you could hear his heart thumping. You wrapped your arms around his torso, caressing him to calm him.

“I don’t think I could love you any more than I do right now,” he mumbled into your shoulder.

“We haven’t even started dating yet,” you chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

“Doesn’t matter. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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[insomniumstella]

the little things about you 

bucky barnes 

summary: late night scenarios to think about or, in other words, the bucky barnes i’ve come to know. seriously, bucky barnes, you have my whole heart

1. he’s terribly touch-starved, but only when it comes to certain people. the more his trust for you increases, the more he allows himself to show affection. he’s never obvious with it though. for the most part his touch is so slight it almost feels as if you’re dreaming of it, but then there are those special times when he envelops you in a hug. the kind of hug, that even if the world was slipping from underneath your feet, the firm touch of his arms around you, his head buried in the crook of your neck as his breath tingles the sensitive part behind your ear, that kind of hug, would make the day better. 

2. befriending bucky comes with a contract. a contract of constant, playful bickering. you enjoy a good latte? shame on you for ruining a perfectly good coffee with milk. have a guilty obsession with trashy tv? how would you dare to enjoy such nonsense. oh and don’t let me forget his opinions on modern foods. sure, bucky likes many modern foods, but there are some he just doesn’t understand. why does a tea need weird, chewy balls or jelly or toppings? not saying that boba is fully out of the question, but it took him a while to get used to. eats plain pieces of bread, un-toasted, as a snack and argues that they’re delicious. 

3. he’s a little weird. not in a creepy way, but more in a i’ve-been-through-too-much-shit and born-in-the-1940s kind of way. it’s both cute and fascinating to watch. 

4. he would never admit it, but he loves to dance. only to old songs and in private though. songs like “dream a little dream of me” and “if i didn’t care”. if you do ever get the chance, slow dance with the one and only bucky barnes. i promise, you won’t regret it. slow dancing with bucky feels like finally being at home. how would it not when his eyes glow with the happiness that comes from knowing he’s finally safe too. well, safe for the most part, but you know what i mean. 

5. he goes out for walks often. especially late night walks when the stars appear and the only source of light is the moon. sometimes he prefers to chat, sometimes he prefers silence. it’s never an uncomfortable silence though. it’s the kind of silence that lets you know he, no matter how shitty he feels, he wants you to be besides him. you’ll know the walk will be silent when he doesn’t even ask if you want to join him, he just gets dressed and gives you a look as if to ask “would you mind to join me?”.

6. bucky’s attentive and caring. he’s not always the best at showing it, but the more you get to know him the more you pick up on the little things he does to show he cares. like he’ll hold your hand if you’re anxious to let you know he’s there. he’ll let you draw on his if you’re into that. though it’s no secret that he’s not the biggest fan of his metal arm, if you want to hold his metal hand, he won’t backtrack, letting you squeeze it as much as you need. if you open up about something that’s bothering you, he will never push you to say anything more than what you’re comfortable revealing. he’s always ready to offer a shoulder to cry on and even if he’s clueless about what to say, he’ll try his best to offer a good piece of advice. he’ll bring you a warm drink when you can’t sleep and will tuck your blanket around you. 

7. don’t tell him i said this, but he sings in the shower when he thinks no one can hear him. on the topic of showering, he goes through phases of using 3-in-1 shampoo and having a hair routine with both shampoo and conditioner, depending on how well his mental health is doing. it’s so little, yet so heartbreaking. 

8. to end this on a lighter note, bucky’s a terrible cook, unless you’re craving boiled chicken or weird concoctions he used to eat in the 1940s. would not recommend either, though. 

oh, and if you made it this far, i do have a few spotify playlists if you’re interested in that sort of thing

a party in madripoor for when i wanna feel as if i’m in madripoor:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1A36r9n2Xn3zZCmjlGOPEY?si=6006c063a24349d1

and late night in a nyc apartment for when i want to listen to the same playlist i listen to in my DR, iykyk:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2T6I0n4t6Y50w6bXyTVt11?si=ca1bd4ab0a364171

[delusional-mishaps]

hey how about consolation with the nightmare and the bad guys? y/n had a bad day and the boys are always here to give some fluff and love uwu

my silly little brain decided this could also work as a poly relationship so you get a little extra at the end. as a treat <3

Vendetta (Dusttale Sans):

He’s not too good at comforting others, none of them are, really. Unless you actively look to him for comfort, he’ll leave you alone. If you were to seek his (horrible) comforting skills, you’d end up in a pillow fort he created in record time, cuddled up so close his ribs are digging against your own as you two watch the first thing he clicked on whatever streaming service he opened. If you want to talk about your day, be prepared for the trashiest consolation ever.

“your boss sounds like a douche, why not just let me kill him.”

Aero (Killertale Sans):

He’ll try to distract you with humour, of course. Deflection with humour is a typical move any Sans would pull. It’s like a Sans Thing™. Nevertheless, his trashy humour and jokes he pulls out of his nonexistent ass always somehow make you laugh. He’ll tease you for having a bad sense of humour, but he knows his is just as bad.

Pisces (Horrortale Sans):

Sad S/O make cooking go brrrr. Oh yeah, he’s making your favourite foods to comfort you. Want to add something else on? Got it. No problem. You’ll be having leftovers for weeks if you don’t stop his madness. He just likes to see your genuine smile as you try to physically pull the pot out of his hands.

Vex (Xtale Sans):

Why are you sad right now? Did someone make you sad? What do you need him to do to cheer you up? For a previous personal guard, he’s not very good at dealing with people problems. He brings you comforting items, blankets, pillows, an empty mug (he forgot to put a drink in it in his fretting) and makes sure you’re warm and bundled. You’ll have to literally force him to sit with you and relax because if not, he’ll probably continue trying to find whatever blanket he can find and you’ll end up with fifty layers on you and you can hardly see anything beyond the sea of fabric. He just wants to make sure you feel safe before he even moves on to what the actual problem is. Imagine him trying to dig you out of the mountain when you tell him you just stubbed your toe as soon as you walked into the house 💀

Delusion (Error):

Well, nothing beats destruction. Want to give it a try? I’m kidding, he’d probably bring you to some pretty AU, maybe Outertale, maybe some other AU he found. It’s probably Outertale. It definitely wouldn’t be your first time there, but he loves the way it manages to take your breath away each time. You don’t know, but he hears everything you say to the stars. He’ll never bring it up, but he likes it when you tell them how much you love him.

Grimm (Nightmare):

He’s by your side as soon as your mood happened to sour, no matter where you are. He’ll show up at your work if you’re there, he has before, when a shitty customer decided to throw a fit. This wave of suffocating magic flooded the area, and he ended up taking you home early. You didn’t mind it, but your sure your boss was pissed off. Regardless, he’ll probably book you into a last-minute massage or something to get you feeling better. You never understand how there are always free spots at the best places, but you never complain.

Poly relationship scenario cuz it WORKS and i’m a SUCKER for poly relationships with psychos all loving the same S/O 😩😩:

Between the six of them, they’d have to compromise. Vex would be trying to cocoon you in the blankets Vendetta got out for a fort, and they’d probably start an argument. Aero wouldn’t leave your lap once you sat down, and he’d be rattling off as many jokes that he could think of. Pisces would not leave the kitchen until there is at least a five-course meal in front of you, but at least you have six skeletons with large appetites to help eat it all. Grimm would tell everyone to knock it off, and you’d end up in a giant bone pile with all the skeletons you love. Except for Delusion, but you know he’s nearby because you can hear him knitting something. Whatever it is will later end up in your room and despite having already been cheered up, it brings a new grin to your face.

[morgana-ren]

SUBMISSION: How about a nasty sweaty incel shiggy waiting everyday for his dad to go to work so that he could have his relief with stepmom? 

Excellent submission! Love that. Love that a lot! I find it only fair to warn you, however, that I won’t be doing mommy kink for it. Mommy kink is one of my squicks, and one of the very, very few I have. I’ll do the closest thing to it though: Daddy kink. Also I find the irony of him making his little stepmom call him daddy to be absolutely hilarious.

Also this one is a great concept and I love it but it’s going to have to be a multi-parter cause it got a little bit long. Lemme know if you like the concept and I’ll continue it. Also this posted under anonymous for some reason so cheers to tumblr and its endless fucking glitches that it never fixes or seems to make any better.

Warnings: Noncon, dubcon, sexism, really gross incel behavior, nsfl things, masturbation, violent sexual fantasies, nefarious planning, horrible suggestions from even more horrible friends, absolute LOATHING of family, and entitled bastard.

There is only one thing on this planet that Tomura hates more than his father.

Only one thing can even compare to the level of abject disgust he has for his dad. Everything about the man is abhorrent and degenerate, only tolerated because Tomura is, admittedly, a NEET, and had no where else to go after graduation. But if anything- anything- could hold a candle, it would be his taste in women.

All women are trashy on some level, but his dad really manages to find ones that pretend so hard that they aren’t. Vipers behind the veneer of smiling faces clad in red lipstick and smart skirts. Always “kind”, always “thoughtful”, and always fleeting. Fickle, stupid bimbos charmed by his dads surface level charisma to quickly realize just how shallow the pool became.

Even his own mom was like that: She fucked off once she realized staying with him meant staying with his dad, and that was a sacrifice she wasn’t willing to make. So she left him to rot in this cesspit with his worthless father and no other way out.

He figures he can’t hold it against her, not as much as he’d like. A few weeks with his shriveled up paternal figure and most women quickly figure out they can do so much better. It’s in their nature to seek out the best, and that certainly isn’t Kotaro; A bumbling idiot with nothing to offer on the best of days. They don’t know any better, so they never last long after being brought home to meet his son, and those are the ones that even make it that far.

So when he starts yammering on about meeting yet another skank and how ‘in love’ he already is, Tomura’s eyes roll so far back in his head that he swears his retinas will detach. He makes a point to be around as little as possible, but somehow still manages to catch an earful about his latest fling and how excited he is for Tomura to meet her.

Great.

True to his word, Kotaro brings you home one evening, eager to impress his son with his latest catch.

His father had a lot of nerve dragging him from his room to meet you- his latest glorified slut. Adding insult to injury, you had the unmitigated gall to talk down to him like you were an adult and he wasn’t. Even though you had to crane your neck to look up and greet him, you still talked at him like he was some child. So different from you even though you were so much smaller than he was- barely even a few years older than he is, if even that. 

So polite, introducing yourself and gently shaking his reluctant hand, making a point to smile at him and telling him how happy were to finally meet him and that you’d heard so much about him. Your hands were so soft, so little in comparison to his own. He dwarfs his pathetic father, practically towers over you, yet you still talk to him like you’re the adult in the equation.

So young, so pretty, though. Far better than anything his father had a right to pull. They weren’t exactly swimming in cash, the house was nothing in particular to gloat about, and he’d done enough eavesdropping around late at night to know his father suffered a particular… ailment, so it certainly wasn’t sexual satisfaction keeping you around. What was it then? 

Probably nothing. You’d probably run off in a few weeks like they all do.

Kotaro is a worthless sack of drooping skin and aging bones; A ghost of a man not worthy of the phantoms he’s seen pass in his years. No longer the dominant male even in his own home: not with a stronger, more virile son coming into his prime under the roof as well. A beta male at best, withering away while his own son eclipses him in strength and intellect and physique. Tomura is in his mid twenties and blooming- His father… who even knows. He doesn’t care- he doesn’t bother to keep track. 

So, maybe you really are just a dumb little whore. It would make sense. Father dearest always had been a dirty old man; A raging pervert with wandering hands and lingering eyes. Always sets his predatory sights on some cute thing too good for him. 

Then again, the poisoned apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, now does it?

You’re cute enough you could have gotten some alpha at your beck and call, yet you’ve attached yourself to his worthless father who, in turn, parades you around like his most beloved trophy. Taking you to dinners he can’t afford despite your ‘insistence’ that you be allowed to pay, buying you things you claim you don’t need. Oh, how the moron dotes on his whores as if it’s enough to keep them anchored to him.

Strangely though, you don’t run off.

If anything, you sink your claws in even further, getting more and more comfortable and showing up more and more. Every time Tomura leaves his fucking room- which isn’t often- you’re there around the corner, smiling dumb and pretty and greeting him politely.

Fuck, he hates you. Hates your stupid voice, your shitty dresses, hates hearing his father happy for once.

It’s no surprise- but unwelcome no less- that he’d move you in sooner rather than later. Terrified to let you out of his sight for even a second lest you come to what little senses you have in your tiny brain and dump him. Of course, he’s quick to take on all of your burdens as his own, even if it means working overtime to support you. He’s always wanted another little housewife, and now he’s so close.

Tomura listens in on the whole conversation feeling sick to his gut.

You beg him not to- offering to pay your own way just like a good girl, but of course his dumbass dad will hear none of it. He’s more than happy to spend a couple of extra hours at work. His dad is so idiotic, so fucking blind. He’s playing right into it. He’s willing to be your workhorse if it means keeping you all to himself.

He’ll hear none of it. None of the fussing or the questions. You’re welcome in his home, he wants you there. It’s no imposition at all, he knows the house will be better with you around.

Except he forgets one crucial detail-

The son he leaves home alone with you every single day when he leaves. 

You’re nothing but a nuisance, something infringing on his private space. The time he used to get home alone to spend to his own devices is now split with you flittering around the house doing whatever it is bimbos like you do. Cleaning, cooking, pretending to read, whatever. He doesn’t have to see you if he doesn’t want, sure, but he still knows you’re there and that’s more than enough to annoy him.

It’s almost like you catch on to his animosity after a while. The way he won’t greet you back, the way he utterly ignores your existence. It bugs you, and as far as he’s concerned, good.

You try to slip him up, try to get close to him and make him like you. You always set a place for him at the table even after Kotaro repeatedly insists- truthfully- that he’ll never join for dinner. Even then, you always bring the plate to his door. He never bothers to answer- not after the first few times when he only opened it a sliver to see your stupid smiling face. After that, he didn’t bother answering. He’ll eat it of course- won’t pass up free food he doesn’t have to leave his room for- and then leave the dirty dish back outside where you left it. You brought it, after all. You can clean it up. 

All your efforts only get you mocked, and boy do you try so hard to get his affection. He even overhears you whining to his dad once or twice, not understanding why he doesn’t like you.

It makes him smile.

His friends- online of course, but still friends or comrades or kindred spirits or whatever- have more opportunistic ideas about it. His first post to the forum complaining about the new living situation was met with envy and awe- not necessarily the response he was expecting, though looking back on it, he supposes they were right. 

lmpwrst: Why u bitchin’? Ur living with a girl ur not related to and that’s closer than any of us have gotten u ungrateful ass

KingKockRool: Go jerk off on her pillow.

Stacystabber91: take a video hold her down and fuck her then idiot

KingKockRool: No wait till she’s sleeping and jerk it on her face

st8lker: Bet she’s ugly tho if she’s dating your dad lol

Oddly enough, he doesn’t agree. That’s one thing he understands about you, loathe as he is to admit it. His new ‘stepmom’, for all her annoyances, is pretty easy on the eyes. The kinda girl that would have caught his eye in an unrelated situation and earned a permanent spot in his spank bank. Thinking about it, the whole ‘dating his dad’ situation maybe threw off his judgement more than he realized.

He’ll let the jury decide: He finds a photo on your social media, crops everyone else out of it, and hits enter. Easy peasy. He saves it to his hard drive for later too. Might as well.

‘Here, you decide then.’

Thus the shitstorm begins. 

st8lker: Oh fuckkk fuck me mommy lmao

lmpwrst: Opportunity is wasted on u

Stacystabber91: you pussy punk bitch, i stand by what I said earlier. dont be a bitch and fuck the little cunt already

VolceliSwear: Whos the bitch

lmpwrst: Scratchy’s new stepmommy lol 

VolceliSwear: Nice. Hit it yet?

Stacystabber91: he hasn’t cause he’s a gigantic fuckin pussy like i told you all

VolceliSwear: Come on dude you actually have that gash sleeping in your house and you haven’t made a move? 

Stacystabber91: it’s not like she could say no cause you’re a big lanky bastard aren’t you? that’s one thing we got over the shortcels and you’re bigger and stronger than her so take what’s yours idiot or I will 

lmpwrst: I agree with SS lol U complain all the time about not having a hole to fuck and now u do

VolceliSwear: ^^ Isn’t your dad a limp-dicked prick who can’t get it up? Someone’s gotta do it so it might as well be you. Hit the bitch so hard and fast she doesn’t know what way is up

Stacystabber91: and send pics moron I want to see tits or I’m coming over there to do it myself

It’s an… intriguing thought. To be honest, he’s never actually considered fucking you before. Had the passive thought like he does with most girls he sees, but never stopped to think on actually doing it. For some reason, there was a mental wall between him and his father’s girlfriends. But why should there be?

Depraved little bastard that he is, he’s not above cornering a girl and forcing himself on her but he’s not keen on going to jail, so he’s never escalated past creepy photos and following the occasional broad a little too closely. Maybe a couple gropes in passing… okay, maybe a lot. But he’s never gotten caught- maybe the girls don’t report it or just couldn’t find him afterward. Either way, it’s all worked out so far because he doesn’t cross certain boundaries.

Most girls are repulsed by him and his repugnant behavior, so they stay far, far away. It’s like he’s a giant blaring warning sign that they tend to heed instinctively.

But you don’t. 

This is different. You live here, so close to him, so within reach. Just how close you are. How easy it would be for him to force you down and make you take it. Just how much time alone he really has with you since his father leaves and returns like clockwork. He’s got the entire day once his father leaves for work. And all night once he takes his sleeping medication. An easy, pretty little catch already wiggling in his web.

 ‘Maybe I will.’ 

That’s how it starts. 

Snowball into snowstorm.

With an idea and a lot of goading from his online buddies, a monster is born and weaned on his own depravity and escalates into something very real, and very dangerous.

Tomura is achingly familiar with the scene- he’s seen enough porn to give him ample ideas. But he’s got all the time in the world. It’s hard not to rush things considering how eager he is, but it’s safer to test the waters first. Get you nice and scared so you’ll keep your pretty mouth shut unless he tells you to open it for him. See how far he can get, how much he can toy with you before you finally catch on.

Who knows? Maybe you’ll fuck him willingly. You are a stupid little slut, after all. Most of you females are deep down beneath that holier-than-thou, stuck up bitchiness you hide behind.

So he starts with a time honored tradition. He steals your panties. 

The bathroom is cluttered with your shit. Your fruity shampoos and conditioners, your makeup, your perfumes. Tomura has a toothbrush and a comb he doesn’t use, a bottle of 3-1 for when he forces himself into a shower, and a singular gray towel, but the rest is between you and his father. Your body washes, your scrubs, your clothes in the hamper. 

It’s easy enough to fish out a fresh pair- only a couple of hours old. Some lacy contraption you must’ve been wearing beneath your clothes and carelessly left in the bin when you showered. It’s easy to pocket them before you hear him rummaging around, and maybe you’ll miss them, but that’s not his problem. Washer eats things all the time, doesn’t it?

He’s hidden back in his room, safely dodging you before he allows himself to indulge- Bringing them to his nose and inhaling the doubled fabric of the crotch so hard that it catches on the edge of his nostrils. 

Fuck, your cunt smell good- tangy and sweet but the tiniest hint of bitter. A couple of whiffs is enough to get his cock twitching, inflating into a painful hardness as he hears you walking around outside in the hallway. Shit, you’re so fuckin’ airheaded, walking around so oblivious as he tongues at the cloth that was nestled right up against your pussy until a few hours ago. He can taste you, sucking your left over essence through his teeth and he swears he’s going to cream all over the inside of his jeans if he doesn’t jerk off right now. 

He’s quick to drop his sweats and sprawl on his bed, thumbing the tip of his prick and licking gratuitous stripes up the slim of your discarded panties with his tongue. You’d look so good sucking his cock; On your bruised knees, face a slathered mess of cum and saliva and running makeup. Bulge in your throat from taking him so deep and trying so hard to please him like you always do- or maybe avoid a painful punishment because he isn’t above using his hands on you and you learned that the hard way.

The thought of your ruddy, soppy face makes him throb- fucking your wet little throat until you’re suffocating, pulling out to let you breathe only to cum on your face. Yanking you up to bend you over the stove and force you to make his worthless father’s dinner with his spend tacking across your face and his cock lodged deep in your cunt. Worthless fucking sack of shit that his father is, he’d spit in it too and make you serve it to him with a smile while your actual daddy watches you do it and rewards you later with his dick fucking you between your tits.

Fuck yes, that’s what he’ll make you do. He’ll make you call him daddy when he creampies you- the opportunity is too perfect to pass. He’ll fuck his father’s pretty whore as she screams and moans for daddy’s cock while his father is away at work to pay all her frivolous bills like the beta-cuck he is. None of the work and all of the reward- as it should be.

It’s not like Kotaro can fuck you, and his friends are right. Someone should. So why not him? Why not spread your legs for your boyfriend’s younger, more powerful son? Oh, sorry, did he give you the illusion that you had a choice? He’ll take what is rightfully his and there’s not a fucking thing you or his pathetic fucking father can ever do about it.

He plucks your panties from his face, moving them instead to work over his cock. It would feel so much better if you were wearing them- grinding your sweet little cunt against his dick, begging him not to fuck you but getting so wet all the same. The silky fabric feels so good against his hypersensitive skin, coupled with the clenched pumping of his fist as he daydreams about railing you into his filthy mattress until you’re too weak to even move on your own, his cum dripping from every one of your used holes. Limp, useless little whore too fucked out to even fight him as he fucks her in the ass again-

Fantasies swirl in his head, flashes of scenarios that tease him and work him into a frenzy. He’s going to cum hard to the thought filling you, your agonized face as the tip of him knocks against the opening of your womb, buried so deep in your cute pussy that he can feel the wall that keeps him firmly locked out of your guts. So close, so tight, so warm. He’s going to pump you full to the brim like the skank you are, fill you nice and thick full of his seed and then use you again and again and again-

He feels it in his spine, waves of pleasure furling at the base and congealing together impossibly tight, so ready to burst. His thighs flex, muscles in his stomach tightening and breath staggering. Searing white behind dry, clenched eyes and his cock twitches in his palm, knot bursting deep between his legs as his hand stills momentarily. His hands twitch, cock throbbing as thick ropes of cum spill over the slats of his fingers, splattering his stomach and the waist of his sweatpants and all over your adorable little panties. 

“Shit-” 

Shallow, shaky breaths, still seeing stars popping behind his eyelids. Fuck, he hasn’t cum that hard in- well, a very long time. Is it the thought of having something tangible soon? His very own cunt to abuse? Grinning, he looks down at the absolutely drenched pair in his hand, sticky with fresh seed.

He thinks so.

Instinctively, he wipes the excess off his fingers and onto his dirty, rumpled black sheets, swiping across his shirt and his skin. Just another ‘mystery spot’ among the rest, soon to become a crusty, flaked white stain on the fabric among all the preexisting ones.

With some effort on his part, he sits up, still trying to catch his breath. He thought post orgasm clarity might deter him from this path, but if anything, he’s even more determined now. Why should he sit and touch himself in a dark room when there’s a perfectly good set of holes to fuck wandering around freely outside?

Oh yeah, this should work out just fine.

There’s a knock on the door while he’s still wading through his gross thoughts, softly at first but then slightly more insistent. It jolts him alert, irritating him that he’s being bothered when he’s scheming. He’s already finished the dirty dead, all ready to put himself away for now but it’s still jarring none the less when someone comes around so closely to him wanking. A quick dash at the clock tells him it’s not dinner time yet, so what gives? Why are you bothering him now? Nothing is ready yet.

He tucks himself away and quickly buries your soiled underwear in the pocket of his sweats. Quickly wiping any remnants on the knees of his pants before swinging his door open, agitation palpable as he greets your stupid, sunny face.

Speak of the she-devil.

“Hi, Tomura! Just wondering if you have any laundry or anything you want me to take!” “N-”  He’s about to slam the door. About to. But you know what? You want his laundry? Sure. He’s got some for you.  “Yeah- yeah, sure.” 

He steps back from behind the door, letting it creak open a little as he rips off his freshly re-soiled sheets.

“Oh, good! Yeah, I’m throwing in my own so I’ll take your load too-“

Yeah you will.

Balling it up, he chucks it at you as you curiously peek your head in. You’ve never seen the inside of his room, but soon you’ll see plenty. He doesn’t know if you can feel the fresh cum on the sheets, but he’s willing to bet you can probably smell it. To your credit, you barely falter, even with the sheet cradled in your bare arms.

You’re probably having a moment of “understanding.” ‘He’s a young man with no girlfriend and no other outlet. Of course he’s going to wack off’ and all that. It’s cute, the way you pretend not to notice. That’s okay, he’ll give you something you can’t ignore.

He steps up to the door again, yanking his black shirt over his head and dropping it in your arms with a shit eating grin.

“Oh- okay, yeah-“

Your sentence halts completely as he starts to strip off his pants and you’re left staring in slight horror as your stepson strips down to his boxers in front of you before placing his sweats on the top of the pile you’re carrying- right by your face.

“I’ve got some more dirty boxers if you think you can handle anymore.” He’s grinning like a fiend, reveling in your poorly concealed discomfort as he leans against the doorframe, swinging out towards you. You’re backing away from him, desperately trying to keep your eyes up and away from his very exposed body, and especially the half hard cock tenting the front of his boxers. Your face is turning a viciously dark shade, stifling your breathing because he just knows what you’re refusing to see, you can almost certainly smell.

“Um- nope! This should be a full one! I’ll get them back to you soon!”

“Oh, take your time. No rush.” 

You scurry off down the hall much quicker than your usual casual walk, probably to scrub your arms clean with iron wool. Poor little thing, just trying to be nice and this is what it gets you.

He cackles something fierce as he shuts his door again, going to look for your ruined panties to post a pic but remembering they’re still in the pocket of his sweatpants, covered in his cum and saliva. A fun little surprise for you to find when you go through pockets to ensure nothing gets stuck in the washer.

And he notices, in the coming days, you stop leaving your clothes in the hamper- or even being able to meet his eyes.

Oh, this should be fun.

[rwprincess]

Midnight Sun'd Prologue (Brian Johnson x Fem!Reader)

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Word Count: 10.5K (She like...20 pages long. Sorry).

Synopsis: My movie/Canon Prologue, but from Brian’s POV. That’s right, I’m Midnight Sun-ing this b*tch.

CW: Underage marijuana smoking, suicidal ideation, self-deprecating thoughts/self-doubt, low self-esteem, swearing, child abuse, parents being terrible, sexuality (since this is based on the movie, nothing is really outside the scope of the movie in terms of content).

Saturday, March 24th, 1984

Shermer High School, Shermer Illinois

Brian knew why he was here. In fact, he thanked his lucky stars that Saturday school, or detention, rather, had been his punishment. If this hadn’t been an extremely out-of-character first offense for him, he surely would have been suspended, or even expelled. His family had made their disappointment clear, especially when his mother told him to find a way to study and make amends today, even if he was asked to just sit in a room with strangers and reflect on what he did. When he arrived in the library, he was surprised to see Claire Standish already sitting there. She, of course, did not look up or make eye contact with him, but he chose to sit at the table behind her nonetheless. Before he could gather the courage to ask her what a popular, polished girl like herself could possibly be doing here, another two figures approached the doorway. Andrew Clark’s large, stocky frame loomed there for a moment before excitedly spying Claire. Again, no attempt was made to include Brian; he was practically invisible at this school, which was a big part of his underlying problems and self esteem here at Shermer High. It wasn’t so much that Brian wanted or needed popular people like Claire or Andrew to notice him. He didn’t really look up to them or desire their attention. It was just that, sometimes, it felt like everyone looked through him, as though he wasn’t even there. Adults acknowledged him, sure. He was polite and an overachiever, the perfect student. But his peers didn’t take much stock in him. He had a few loyal, true friends, but rarely did anyone outside of his particular interest groups reach out to him.

As Brian settled into a seat behind Claire, he took note of the second figure who had entered, the one who came in shortly after Andrew. It was her. Brian had to restrain himself from gawking when she entered the library, as she was one of the absolute last people he could ever picture earning a detention. Brian knew her from his English class last year; he had been stunned by her beauty the moment she entered the room that first day of high school and felt the same nervous, heart-pounding sensation he felt now, seeing her enter the library. He lamentably had zero classes with her this year, but he would see her in the hallways sometimes and that old familiar feeling would come rushing back to him, reminding him of the crush he had on her all last year. Back then, he had sat behind her, across the room and would catch himself staring at her or admiring her answers and volunteered opinions. His strong suit was in the more concrete subjects: science, math, that sort of thing. So the insightful analyses she would give always impressed him, and through them he got the sense that she was smart but also kind. This was precisely why he was shocked to see her here now, having earned the same consequence he had for bringing a weapon into school. But he couldn’t imagine her doing anything like that, anything to warrant this. He not-so-discreetly watched her as she hurried across the room and took a seat in the front row opposite to him. She, like Claire and Andrew, had not made eye contact or acknowledged him. Her seeing right through him hurt more, though.

Brian had sat down, but had not quite unpacked as he was still reeling from the revelation of Y/N being in the same detention as him, and that meant he would be in the same room as her for nine hours. He hadn’t even noticed John Bender stalk into the library, surveying the landscape that he was clearly king of. That is, until Bender stopped in front of him and snapped his fingers to get his attention and indicated for him to move out of his seat. Even if Brian weren’t the type to try to accommodate someone, a people pleaser, he would have followed John Bender’s instructions. Everyone in school knew of his reputation, and while some things were probably a lie (like throwing flaming toilet paper over Mrs. Applebaum’s house), some were definitely true, including his penchant for getting into fights. Brian had never had to fight someone before and he was pretty sure he lacked the capability to do so. Simply put: he would get his ass kicked. So he got up immediately and moved to the next seat over...right behind Y/N. He noticed that she stiffened, sat up straighter, as he slid into the seat behind her. So she had noticed his existence. But from her body language, he assumed that she didn’t particularly enjoy his presence. ‘Great. Perfect way to start this whole shitty day,’ he thought. At one point, Brian would have fancied himself an optimist, but lately that attitude was all but gone...not that his current situation helped much.

He also noticed the girl with black clothes, heavy makeup, and messy hair quickly walk along the outside of the tables and sit behind him, facing away from not only himself, but the entire group. He raised his eyebrows in disbelief, ‘Should be an interesting time,’ he thought while taking stock of her, Bender, the populars, and...Y/N. It still puzzled him that she could be here. Bender made total sense. Everyone knew that he practically lived here in detention. Based on how she looked and seemed to make herself comfortable, Brian guessed that the girl behind him also was a regular here. While he didn’t exactly expect Claire or Andy to be here, he wasn’t hugely shocked by it. Claire probably skipped school or was rude to a teacher or something and Andrew was an asshole anyway. He fit into the jock stereotype pretty well, all brawn and no brains, picking on those that he saw as weaker than him. Maybe that’s why he was here.

Vice Principal Vernon walked haughtily in, looking down on each and every one of them; a lord surveying his fiefdom. Brian’s posture stiffened as he both tried to show respect and unconsciously showed his fear of the man. The last conversation with him had also involved his parents and that was abhorrent, a total disaster. The recollection of the event made him nauseous. Right after he spoke, Claire raised her hand, “Excuse me sir, I think there’s been a mistake. I know it’s detention, but, um...I don’t think I belong in here.” Internally, Brian rolled his eyes. He didn’t really know Claire (he suspected that no one really truly did), but he had always been under the impression that she was full of herself. All of the popular clique seemed to be that way, just full of arrogance. And here she was announcing how she was better than all of them in front of them. Vernon completely ignored her statement and told them it was 7:06, on the dot. Brian quickly looked down at his watch and aligned it to Vernon’s time. He was very particular about organization and precision.

As Vernon started his speech about rules, Brian tried to shift slightly over, get comfortable. But Vernon looked right into him and Brian could swear he saw into the depths of his soul as he said, “You will not move from these seats,” and pointed right at him. He froze like a deer in the headlights and quickly moved back. Brian had almost always blindly followed authority and now was definitely not the time to change that. Vernon continued and Brian only half-listened, looking around to gauge how the rest of the group was reacting, until he heard him say, “Good. So, maybe you’ll decide whether or not you care to return-” He saw this as the perfect time to redeem himself and started to stand up, raising his hand.

“Um, you know, I can answer that right now, sir. And that would be a no for me-”

“Sit down, Johnson.”

“Thank you, sir.” Brian sat back down, gulping. His embarrassment was only made worse noticing that Y/N had turned around to look at him when he started speaking. He wasn’t so invisible now, just his luck.

*~~~~*

There was little to no surprise that Bender antagonized the group. His main targets seemed to be Claire and Andrew, but he was making snide or crude remarks to everyone, and this made Brian very uneasy. He hated conflict and confrontation, which was probably why he had brought a flare gun to school rather than talk to his Shop teacher about replacing his failing grade or talk to his parents about how much he was truly struggling. He tried to take his mom’s advice about just doing work. He tried to convince the others to just write their assigned essays and not end up in a fight, but it didn’t work. He reasoned that he could at least do the right thing, but he couldn’t help but keep getting drawn into their conversations. It was almost like watching a trashy soap opera...or a staged wrestling match. “Go to hell!” Claire screamed at Bender, and Brian looked nervously to the door. Vernon surely heard that and would come storming back in, right?

But he didn’t, so Andy continued their conversation and got in a new dig at Bender, “You know, Bender, you don’t even count. If you disappeared forever it wouldn’t make any difference. You may as well not even exist anymore.” Brian gulped, thinking about his recent and frequent thoughts about how he himself ‘may as well not even exist anymore.’ He was doing...okay since the day he had had a semi-plan to take his own life, but the feelings didn’t just stop. He was still failing Shop, of all classes. He was still a disappointment and burden to his parents. He was still invisible at school, to Y/N. None of that went away when Mr. Ryan found the gun in his locker. Bender turned Andrew’s comment around and said he’d go out and join some clubs.

Now, Brian saw his opportunity to be less invisible, maybe. “I’m in a math club!” He blurted out. No dice. Bender and Claire just continued bickering, ignoring him completely. But he couldn’t help it when he stated “I’m in the Physics Club, too,” in their direction just hoping, praying that someone would acknowledge him. He hadn’t counted on that person being Y/N, though. She’d turned slightly towards him and his blue eyes flickered to hers and he froze. Having been lost in the argument between the others, he had almost forgotten that she was there. She gave him a gentle smile and a nod that made him gulp. He’d suddenly failed to remember how to breathe, how to function and his mind was only filled with a channel of ‘Oh shit. She’s looking at me.’

But then she added, “I’m in the Drama Club.” Of course, he knew that, but it was still nice for her, of all people, to be making conversation with him. He was immediately forced to snap out of it, though, when Bender addressed him.

“Excuse me a sec. What are you babbling about?” While Brian hated the look John gave him (it was much too similar to his parents’ frustrated looks when he was clearly ‘bothering’ them with something), Brian felt compelled to answer. He had wanted to be noticed, to be involved in the conversation, right?

“Well, what I’d said was, I’m in the Math Club, the Latin Club, uh, and the Physics Clu-Physics Club,” he stumbled through his words nervously. He felt regret instantly as Bender turned it around as a slight on Claire, and also managed to insult him by calling him a dork in the process. Still, he yearned for his attention and approval, so he eagerly answered John’s follow up questions. He just wanted to get along with everyone and have them accept him, and even though John was just using his input as ammunition against Claire, he liked that he was at least being included.

*~~~~*

It was a long, dragging morning. It was only around 10AM and topics of conversation seemed to already run out. Everyone was now more or less keeping to themselves. At first, Brian thought about writing his essay, as he said he planned to, but why bother? There were still many hours to fill, and how was he possibly supposed to answer the prompt of Who Am I? He truly did not know. He’d actually been pondering that a lot lately. All of his life he was praised for his smarts, but the ‘real world’ was showing him that that didn’t mean jack shit. Sure, he could understand difficult concepts and dissect complex equations, but that meant nothing if he couldn’t apply it. He thought he was taking the easy way out with Shop. It was meant to be a class he didn’t have to worry about; a stress-free A to keep his GPA up while juggling various clubs and volunteer opportunities to put on his college applications next year. But it ended up being a total nightmare. He was absolutely terrible at it, and he had never failed at anything before. Now the burn-outs and underachievers had the upper hand and were able to make their projects work and look good and he had...nothing. He failed so miserably that it tanked his self-esteem and now he was stuck in an identity crisis. It was much too early on a Saturday to confront those demons, so instead he chose to sit and daydream. And subconsciously, as with many teenage boys, his attention fell to girls. As much as he thought Claire was self-centered and spoiled, he had to admit that she was attractive. She carefully curated herself to be so. She had perfect, beautiful red hair that was never out of place, flawless makeup, perfectly fitting chic clothes...and she was staring into space licking and biting her lip, which had him completely flustered. Y/N only added to it by adjusting and stretching in her seat. Her beauty was more effortless than Claire’s, or at least seemed less...intentional. She did not have the designer clothes and her hair was more natural than trendy but alluring in her own right, and the way she was pushing her chest out was not helping. He could feel the shift and tightness in his khakis and tried to nonchalantly clear his throat, but now Y/N was turned three-quarters around and could clearly see him, so he tried to sneak his hat into his lap and acted like nothing was going on by setting his head on the desk. ‘Oh shit. Oh fuck.’ were the chorus of his thoughts as he could see her quickly turn back around and face forward. ‘I’m sure she thinks I’m a creep now. Great going, Johnson,’ he chastised himself.

Vernon was almost a welcome sight when he strode into the library at 10:20 to allow them to use the “lavatory.” Brian almost let out a sigh of relief. Almost. When they returned to the library and it was clear that Vernon wouldn’t return for a while, Bender started ripping up a book and when he threw it at Brian, the latter took that as his cue to walk away. He spotted Y/N looking through the catalogue of books and approached her. “Hey.” He nodded in her direction, trying to play it cool and seem neutral. ‘Smooth. Great opening,’ he thought. But to his surprise, she actually said ‘Hi’ back and smiled. He had no idea what to talk about and didn’t really think this through, but the black-clad girl let out a startling, “HA!” that made them both jump.

Brain looked back to the others and heard Andrew sarcastically say, “Oh, you’re breaking my heart,” to Claire.

“Sporto?” Bender asked, “Do you get along with your parents?” Brian started to look between the two of them nervously.

“Well, if I say yes I’m an idiot right?” Andrew responded. Bender leapt over the ramp’s banister and started at the other boy.

“You’re an idiot anyway. But if you say you get along with your parents, then you’re a liar too.” Not only did Brian not like being involved in confrontation, he also hated being witness to it. As Andrew followed Bender, he felt compelled to go break it up, put a stop to this.

“You want me to turn it up?” Bender asked, flipping off Andrew as Brian stepped between them, placing a hand on one of each of their shoulders. They smacked his hands away, almost in sync and he withdrew, but he knew words could be just as powerful as actions.

“I, I don’t like my parents either. I don’t know. Their idea of parental compassion is just...whacko.” Brian confessed.

“Dork? You are a parent’s wet dream, okay?” Bender replied, clapping him on his shoulder. It was a friendly enough gesture, but it actually dealt a devastating blow. Brian knew he was a disappointment to his parents. He was being open and honest with the group and was shut down immediately anyway. “...face it, you're a neo-maxi-zoom-dweebie. What would you be out doing if you weren’t making yourself a better citizen?” Another hit. This one made Brian sink against one of the tables. He hung his head and didn’t even notice Y/N approach him until she softly placed her hand on his shoulder.

“You okay?” She offered, gazing into his eyes. He was terrified that she would be able to read him and to see the truth, to see the sad and scared kid he truly was inside. Instead, he stiffened up and sat rigidly, clearing his throat of emotion.

“Yeah, thanks.” He also tried his best to ignore that she was touching him. If he weren’t in detention being told he was the epitome of geek by John Bender, he’d have sworn this were a dream. Bender now moved his disdain to Claire, asking if she were a virgin. Y/N shifted uncomfortably away from Brian and crossed her arms over her chest, but still stood next to him, watching the same drama unfold. Bender and Andrew soon stood in front of them, fully in a heated argument and Bender took a swing. Brian didn’t think twice and reflexively shot his arm up to shield Y/N. Sure, his crush on her might be stupid or silly, but he was not about to let her get caught in this crossfire and get hurt. He watched as Andrew wrestled Bender to the floor and Bender said, “I don’t want to get into this with you, man...cuz I’d kill you.” Andrew let him up and they seemed to separate and cool down, so Brian finally moved his arm back down, assuming the danger towards Y/N was gone but he was on-guard still, ready to move again if he needed to. “It’s real simple. I’d kill you and then your fucking parents would sue me and it would be a big mess, and I don’t care about you enough to bother.” For some reason, this hit Brian hard and he had to look away, look down to escape. But then he heard a click and his head shot up. Bender had pulled out a switchblade. His eyes went wide and he looked cautiously at Y/N who looked just as shocked. They all relaxed a little when he stabbed it into a chair instead of Andrew’s flesh, but immediately panicked again when the door audibly unlatched and opened. They scrambled to get to their seats, Bender quickly striding to the front and sitting far away from Andy so as not to implicate himself. But that meant that he had stolen Y/N’s seat. On her original route to it, she diverted and sat quickly and silently next to Brian. He swallowed hard in response.

Instead of Vernon, Carl the janitor walked in. They collectively sighed with relief and he addressed Brian. “Brian, how ya doin’?” Brian quickly averted his eyes, both embarrassed to be seen here by Carl (he stayed late in many clubs and had built up a good rapport with the man and didn’t need him thinking less of him for being in detention) and by being seen as associated with him by his peers. Carl was a great guy, really funny and nice; accommodated every need each one of his clubs had...but Brian was still a teenager and image was everything and being thought of as ‘dweeb who is friends with the janitor’ was not how he wanted to be seen.

“Your dad work here?” Bender inquired, smirking deviously. Brian just shook his head in response and didn’t answer Carl, either. “Carl, can I ask you a question? How does one become a janitor?” Bender continued.

“You want to become a janitor?” Carl asked, knowing that Bender didn’t really want to know.

“No, I just want to know how one becomes one. Andrew here is very interested in pursuing a career in the custodial arts.” Bender glanced over at Andrew and smirked again, pleased with his implied put-down.

“Oh really? You guys think I’m some untouchable peasant, serf, peon? Maybe so. But following a broom around after shitheads like you for the last eight years, I’ve learned a couple of things.” Carl looked towards Brian and Y/N, “I look through your letters.” Brian thought he saw her stiffen and freeze, just a little bit, as if Carl were addressing her. She suddenly shifted away from Brian and he wasn’t sure what to make of that. “...I am the eyes and the ears of this institution, my friend.” Carl stopped and smiled, “By the way. That clock is twenty minutes fast.” Brian looked at it and then his watch, noting that he was right. He wasn’t sure if he should adjust his wrist piece or not; to go with the time on the wall or the time Vernon was keeping. But he couldn’t be bothered with the choice when Bender stood up and faced his table. He was afraid of what he might do or say to them, but he simply nodded towards Y/N’s seat, indicating that she could have it back.

“I’m good for now,” she said, surprising Brian. He assumed she would have moved back, a moment ago she moved away from him, but now she was looking at him out of the corner of her eye before glancing back up at John, who was raising an inquisitive eyebrow. “Thanks for not dicking with my stuff though,” she said.

“Oh, shit.” Bender said “Do you think I should steal something or has the moment passed?” The tension seemed to drop and they all smiled as he went back to his seat, but he turned his attention back their way. “So, you’ve been pretty quiet, what’s your name?” Brian had a bad habit of blurting out. He liked answering questions as it was, showing his knowledge. A lot of the time, it didn’t matter if he was being asked or not. So, without thinking, he responded to Bender’s question and told him Y/N’s name. It was a reflex, but one he instantly regretted, feeling like he just shot himself in the foot. Bender gave him a look and he steeled himself for his worst, for the mockery sure to come, but instead he just looked at her and followed up with “Is that true? Is that your name?”

She didn’t acknowledge his weirdness either. She simply nodded and told John, “Yeah, (Y/N). Or, I guess you could call me (Y/N/N) if you want,” and Brian let out a quiet shaky exhale in relief. That could have been...disastrous. After a moment, while Bender was otherwise occupied, she turned to him and said, “Thank you, for earlier. I mean, blocking me when those two were getting into it.” He felt his heart race; he wasn’t sure she had even noticed that earlier, even though he wasn’t exactly subtle.

“N-no problem.” He responded, trying to restrain the smile creeping up onto his face. He wanted to play it cool, like it was no big deal, like that’s just what manly men such as himself do: put themselves in harm’s way for others.

Vernon came in to dismiss them for lunch much too early for his liking. He didn’t really have much of a chance to talk to Y/N while she was sitting next to him, and as soon as they were allowed to mill about like the caged animals they currently were, the remaining members of their detention gravitated towards Bender near the center of the library. Brian was slightly disappointed when she wandered off into the stacks as Bender looked through books and Claire continued her daydreaming. Not really sure what to do with himself, Brian folded his long legs over one of the ramp railings and sat atop it, hunched over. He looked up when Bender called out, “Hey, Peachy!” There were a few moments of silence before Y/N looked back over in their direction and Brian froze, immediately disliking Bender addressing her as such and worrying what uncouth thing he might say to her. But he just asked her what she could be in detention for, because she didn’t seem the type, which Brian wholeheartedly agreed with. He waited intently for the answer, as every interaction he had with her (or every observation, rather), she seemed so...sweet.

“Oh. Well, you know how in Biology they dissect like, frogs and shit every year?” She looked a little defeated and a blush crept up her cheeks as she continued, “I---sort of stole and freed the frogs.” Brian couldn’t help but laugh. That seemed like something you shouldn’t get detention for, anyway, but it was definitely on-par with the personality he knew her for. He felt relieved that the reason aligned with how he thought of her. She was in here for something nice, and debatably, the right thing. His heart melted a little when she told Bender that she had researched enough to let the frogs go responsibly; that she would have adopted them if they wouldn’t have made it on their own and he couldn’t help but smile in her direction. Bender, of course, moved on quickly, scanning one of the books in his stack to find new material to talk about, to bother the girls with, but Brian’s gaze was still fixated on Y/N. She was running her fingers along spines of books, seemingly in her own world. He felt like maybe it was fated that they were both here, like he was getting a second chance. He still hadn’t really conjured up the courage to talk to her yet, but they were only half-way through their day; there was still time.

“Claire? Y/N? You wanna see a picture of a guy with elephantitis of the nuts?” Bender asked, “Pretty tasty. How do you think he rides a bike? Oh Claire, would you ever consider dating a guy like this?”

“Wait,” Y/N’s eyes lit up and she looked their way again. “Elephantiasis? Like the movie The Elephant Man? Great movie! Really sad though.” Brian grinned at the way she scrunched her eyebrows together in remembering the emotion from the movie. He had seen it, too. It was really good...and touching. Maybe that could be his ice-breaker. Movies were normal things that normal teenagers talked about, right? He didn’t really notice that Bender and Claire were still conversing until it implicated him, though.

“Oh! Watch what you say. Brian here is a cherry.” Brian looked at him, startled.

“A cherry?” He asked, indignantly, cheeks flaring up with a red hue. “I am not a cherry.” He didn’t need Bender calling him out like this, embarrassing him. He didn’t need the obvious association that the nerd was a virgin. Especially in front of beautiful girls, particularly Y/N. She didn’t need to know that he was an inexperienced loser.

“When have you ever gotten laid?” Bender asked, doubtfully

“I’ve laid lots of times.”

“Name ONE.” Bender said, sarcastically, hoping to catch him in a trap.

“She lives in Canada. Met her at Niagara Falls; You wouldn’t know her.” Brian said, prepared with this answer from previous conversations about this topic. It wasn’t the first time he’d been involved in a conversation about virginity that he couldn’t be entirely honest about, nor was it the first time he had been mocked for being a virgin or doubted about the non-existent relations that he didn’t have. Even though part of his brain felt like it was glaringly obvious to the outside world and must have been stamped on his forehead that girls did not typically talk to him, nor had he even kissed a girl before, but he still lied about it anyway. He knew he didn’t precisely have an ‘image’ to protect, but he didn’t want to seem like a total lost cause or dweeby stereotype.

Bender, however, wasn’t having it. “You ever lay anyone around here?” He scoffed and Brian panicked. He had noticed that Y/N had turned back to the aisle of books and was praying she wasn’t listening, and Claire didn’t seem to be paying attention, so he tried to gesture to Bender to keep it down, to let him off the hook before either girl noticed him or this conversation. Bender immediately twisted it around and attacked him with it, though. Brian felt his heart being squeezed and felt overwhelmed, instantly, as Bender said, “Oh. You and Claire did it.”

“Oh, uh I-Let’s just drop it, okay? We’ll talk about it later,” Brian attempted to get out of it again, praying that John would have one ounce of mercy on him. However, Brian was never really very lucky.

“Well, Brian is trying to tell me that in addition to the number of girls in the Niagara Falls area, that presently you and he are riding the hobby horse.” Brian’s eyes slammed shut in embarrassment.

“You little pig,” Claire growled at him and his eyes shot back open wide. He scrambled to defend himself.

“No! I’m not! John said I was a cherry and I said I wasn’t. That’s it. That’s all I said.”

“Well then what were you motioning to Claire for?” Bender followed up, not giving Brian any wiggle room.

“You know, I don’t appreciate this very much, Brian.” Claire sounded more disappointed and hurt than anything, which made Brian feel like a slug, instantly. He didn’t mean to implicate her or to bring her down. He was just trying to hide his embarrassment from John and the girls.

“He is lying!” Brian tried one last attempt to deflect.

“Oh, you weren’t motioning to Claire?”

“You know he’s lying, right?”

“Were you, or were you not motioning to Claire?” Brian hated this. He’d been stuffed in lockers before and yearned for that over the torture Bender was inflicting now. He couldn’t save face; either he was a disgusting creep saying he had had sex with Claire when he didn’t, or he’d have to tell them the truth and feel humiliated at telling everyone he was a virgin. He grit his teeth and chose to go with the latter.

“Yeah, but it was only- it was only because I didn’t want her to know I was a virgin, okay?” They looked almost...shocked by his response, which he wasn’t expecting. He thought it would be a ‘Well, duh, you’re a virgin, Johnson! Who would want to touch you?’ But Claire and Y/N looked surprised. “Excuse me for being a virgin, I’m sorry.”

“Why didn’t you want me to know you were a virgin?” Claire asked honestly, like it was no big deal. If she only knew...

“Because it’s personal business. It’s my personal, private business.”

“Well, Brian, it doesn’t sound like you’re doing any business,” Bender snuck in another jab and Brian was brought down to what he knew all along, that they were just going to laugh at him.

“I think it’s okay for a guy to be a virgin.” Claire’s unexpected response gave him instant relief. She was taking his side and Bender had no more ammo. Brian perked up even more when Y/N agreed with her. It wasn’t an embarrassing secret for him now because they didn’t mind. They almost seemed to admire him for it. The thought caused his lips to twitch and he hid his smile by leaning his head against his knee.

*~~~~*

During lunch, Bender didn’t have any food, so his appetite turned to targeting the rest of the detainees again. He started in on Claire for a bit, but then came over to taunt Brian. It seemed like it could be friendly, at first, as John just examined his lunch. But as he drew out each item, his tone became more and more sarcastic. “Here’s my impression of life at Big Bri’s house.” Bender went on to mock him, painting his life like it was some episode of Leave It To Beaver where the family would all hug it out at the end. Brian’s throat became dry and he could feel eyes on both Bender and himself, trying to judge his reactions to John’s farce. He hated being such an easy target. He hadn’t done anything towards John personally, but he was still constantly in the hot seat because John could get away with it and the others would laugh and enjoy it. At least Andy fought back...even Claire did. And Bender didn’t even really bother to mess with Allison. She had an aura of ‘don’t fuck with me,’ and he didn’t even touch her as a subject, even though she was just as odd and out of place as Brian. Not to mention, he was wrong. It wasn’t all peachy-keen happy endings at Brian’s house. If it were, Brian wouldn’t be here today.

Still, it was hard not to be drawn in by John, and he watched his next dramatic retelling of his own home life in stunned horror. John’s dad called him terrible names in this act and hit him. “Is that for real?” Brian asked, brows furrowed. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe John, it was just that...well, the situation sucked and he needed to be told it wasn’t true. Like a kid hearing that a ghost story was made up and there was nothing to fear. But he knew by John’s pained expression that it was, even before he spoke.

“Wanna come over some time?” Bender asked him and he flinched away. Andrew didn’t believe him though, and questioned it so John revealed to them all his very real cigar burn scar on his arm, claiming he got it from spilling paint in the garage. The group collectively flinched and no one moved for a few moments while Bender said, “I don’t need to sit with you fuckin’ dildos anymore,” and raged through the library.

“You shouldn’t have said that,” Claire admonished Andrew.

“How would I know? I mean he lies about everything anyway.”

“That doesn’t make it okay.” Y/N snapped at him and looked back towards Bender as though she wanted to follow him. Brian tried to will her silently not to; he didn’t really trust that Bender would control his emotions and she might get hurt. He felt relieved when she turned around, but then his heart began pounding once more as she gathered her lunch into the sack and stood up. ‘No, don’t do it, Y/N.’ He stared at her, but she didn’t seem to notice as she cautiously walked past and crept up the library stairs to where Bender was and sat next to him. Brian felt a little calmed when Bender didn’t lash out; he just rolled his eyes but stayed rooted to the spot. Meanwhile, the rest of the group at their lunch in silence.

*~~~~*

Brian felt guilty for leaving Bender behind, for allowing him to sacrifice himself for the group. Hell, they all did. Especially when Vernon started shoving him around and saying he was going to be in jail. Brian couldn’t help but wonder if he could become like John. It’s not like he was born into that life. But he had it tough at home, struggled at school, and had problems with authority (particularly when they lied). Brian could see some parallels. He, too, was unhappy at home. While his parents didn’t beat him like John’s did him, or berate him to the same degree, he couldn’t help but feel like a disappointment. And he felt like he was just slipping. Now he had broken school rules, brought a gun to school, watched as others destroyed school property, and was gaining a healthy distrust of authority by seeing how Vernon acted today. He’d even corrected him once, when counting Bender’s detentions, not that the truth seemed to matter to Vernon anyway. What if he continued down this path? What if things just kept getting worse at home? Would it really be that bad to be like Bender? Despite being a total jerkwad, he had the charisma to draw people in. He’d even had Y/N eat lunch with him! It just didn’t seem like the deal was all bad when he looked at it that way. ‘What’s next? Are you going to take up smoking?’ His brain scolded him, even though he had completely forgotten that he had drugs stashed in his pants right now...until Bender fell through the ceiling and asked for them back. He dug them uncomfortably out of his underwear and handed the bag over. Bender took off to smoke in the library and Brian realized he had a choice to make. Boy, was he tempted. ‘What’s one more rule broken today?’ He felt more emboldened when Claire stood up and followed John. Andrew tried to talk him out of it, shaking his head. Brian drummed his hands on the desk. He wasn’t sure he’d have another opportunity. Most of his friends and acquaintances didn’t do drugs...to his knowledge, anyway. He thought momentarily about his cousin Kendall, and how he started smoking pot and didn’t feel like he belonged anywhere. ‘You already don’t feel like you belong anywhere,’ His mind reminded him, and with that, the decision was made; what did he have to lose? So he slunk off to join Bender and Claire.

It was...definitely a different experience. Brian didn’t care for the way his thoughts seemed so disjointed, that he couldn’t keep one train of thought going. For someone who was known for his intelligence and felt like his brain was his one good quality, it was a little scary to have that slip away. But, there was a sort of numbness that came with the drug that made him worry less about that. He felt less worried and anxious in general, actually. His focus was being pulled in too many directions to wonder what his parents would think or if he was saying the right thing, or if this could even be a mistake. He felt relaxed and oddly open. He was even making Bender and Claire laugh, which he hadn’t expected. It was like there was a new persona underneath that was unlocked. He didn’t know what he was doing, but it wasn’t the worst thing ever. He was, however, surprised by how long the effects lasted. It was a little more than an hour later and the whole group was sitting in a circle (Y/N and Allison never seemed to have joined them in the marijuana. Not that he had noticed, anyway) and Allison was telling the group that she was a nymphomaniac, which was exciting. Particularly to someone with zero experience, to hear someone claim she’d done ‘almost everything’ was utterly fascinating. However, his head was still swimming and he seemed to have a lack of filter between his brain and his mouth. He couldn’t catch his words fast enough, which was often a problem for him sober, but now it wasn’t just supplying corrections or information, the more cruel thoughts slipped through, too.

“Obviously she’s crazy if she’s screwing her shrink,” he added to the group without even thinking. Y/N was sitting to his right and promptly hit him on the arm with the back of her hand.

“Brian!” She hissed and gave him a glare. ‘Oh shit. Did I say that out loud?’ He thought, looking at her with wide-eyed fear. The realization sobered him up pretty quickly and he was much more in control of his thoughts and words after that. Despite the weed taking away most of his worries, he still cared how she perceived him. From then on, he was more focused on the conversations in front of him and how he added to them, but it was harder to control his emotions when Andrew began telling them about why he was here today.

“You guys know what I did to get in here today? I taped Larry Lester’s buns together.” Andy said, with a hint of a smile. ‘How can he just smirk like that? He has to know it was a shitty thing to do and that he hurt Larry.’ Brian thought. He knew Larry had been attacked this week by one of the sports, but he didn’t know who. Larry didn’t even know the kid’s name, had never talked to him, but still got jumped anyway. An experience that Brian was all too familiar with.

“That was you?” Brian asked, somewhat surprised, but started to get angry.

“You know him?”

“Yeah, I know him.” He said quietly, trying not to let the anger bubble past the surface.

He had to bite his tongue when Andy made Larry into a joke, “Then you know how hairy he is right?” Bender and Claire chuckled at his joke, at him bullying one of Brian’s friends. ‘I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything different,’ Brian thought dejectedly. But he was hoping that they were all better people than...this. The realization that they weren’t better than that, coupled with Andrew expressing his feelings about his father got Brian thinking. “I...hate him. He’s like this mindless machine that I can’t even relate to anymore.” Brian felt so disconnected from his parents, too, even though the rest of the group thought they lived in a fairytale. He was their pride and joy once, but it felt like ever since he started high school, he just wasn’t good enough. He wasn’t a good enough student, he didn’t do his chores right, he wasn’t setting himself up for college correctly, he wasn’t a good role model or brother to his sister...it all just added up and weighed on him immensely. He covered his face with one of his hands to hide his emotion and expression from the group. He didn’t even react when Andrew started screaming what his father had told him, but when everything settled down, he took the chance to speak.

“That’s like me, you know, with my grades. Like, when I step outside myself. A-and I look in on myself...and-and I see me, I don’t like what I see,” it was a difficult thing to admit but after what Allison and Andrew shared, he felt like maybe this could be the space to do so, too.

“What’s wrong with you? Why don’t you like yourself?” Claire asked. He knew it was meant to be nice, encouraging even, but it just made him feel worse. This beautiful, popular, and rich girl asking someone why they weren’t happy with themselves? Like she could have any sort of clue. No wonder it baffled her; she had everything. But he could also see Y/N nodding vigorously, agreeing with Claire. He didn’t want to put her on the same plane as Claire, he felt like she would be above that. But she clearly didn’t understand the way he felt, either. That just made him feel more alone.

“It’s stupid, but,” Brian said, “because I’m failing shop. We had this assignment to make this, uh, ceramic elephant. Anyways we were supposed to-it was, it was a lamp. When you pulled the trunk, the light was supposed to go on. But my light didn’t go on. I got an F on it. I’ve never got an F in my life. When I signed up, y’know, for the course, I thought I was playing it smart. I was, uh, ‘I’ll take Shop, it’s an easy way to maintain my grade point average.’”

“Why’d you think it would be easy?” Bender chimed in, not making eye contact. Brian had been lost in his own thoughts and his story and not looking at the group either, really. He had wanted to be honest, but he was also embarrassed. Honesty would have been hard to maintain if he was looking at them and seeing their judgments in real time.

“Have you seen some of the dopes that take Shop?” Brian asked, not realizing it would strike a nerve.

“I take Shop.” Bender responded, now turning his eyes to him, “You must be a fucking idiot.”

“I’m a fucking idiot because I can’t make a lamp?” Brian snapped defensively. He should have known it would be a mistake to put himself on the line like this, to open himself up to their judgement. He knew Bender was lashing out because he was insulted, but that didn’t make his jibes hurt any less.

“No, you’re a genius because you can’t make a lamp.” Bender shot back, sarcastically.

“What do you know about Trigonometry?” Brian fought back.

“I could care less about Trigonometry.”

“Bender, there’s no engineering without trigonometry.”

“Without lamps, there’d be no light.” Bender replied grumpily, grasping at straws for a fair comparison.

“Okay, so neither one of you is any better than the other one,” Claire jumped in. Before either of them responded, Allison added her own odd addition.

“I can write with my toes!” Both Bender and Brian looked at her incredulously, but she did calm the two of them down and add levity to the moment.

“I can make spaghetti!” Brian said cheerfully after a moment. Y/N smiled at him and his heart fluttered. He returned the smile and for a moment, forgot all about his blunder. Maybe that smile had given him the courage to participate again, to be open and vulnerable. Claire and Bender began fighting again, which wasn’t a surprise, but it opened a door for Brian to ask what had been weighing on his mind since their circle began. He felt like they had all bonded. They had told each other some of their deepest secrets and biggest pains, but did that really make them friends? “I know it’s kind of a weird time, but you know, I was just wondering...what’s going to happen to us on Monday? I mean, I consider you guys my friends,” he continued, looking around the circle, “I’m not wrong, am I?”

“No,” Andy reassured him. So, he wasn’t imagining it, they felt like friends, too.

“So on Monday, what happens?”

“Are we still friends, you mean? If we’re friends now?” Claire asked.

“Yeah.”

“You want the truth?” Claire couldn’t meet his eye, and Brian knew from the question she posed, he really didn’t want the truth. He knew what was coming, but he continued anyway.

“Yeah, I want the truth.”

“I don’t think so.” Claire responded and he somehow still wasn’t prepared for the blow. It still hit him hard, causing a squeezing pain in his chest and he looked away, clenching his jaw to hold the tears back that were welling in his eyes.

“With all of us,” Allison asked, “or just John?”

“With all of you,” Claire confirmed, looking away from the group.

“That’s a real nice attitude, Claire,” Andrew said gruffly.

“Oh, be honest, Andy,” Claire groaned, “If Brian came up to you in the hall on Monday, what would you do? Picture it, you’re with all the sports.” Brian glanced up at his name and looked at Andy hopefully. In his heart, he knew Claire was probably right, but he wanted to believe that Andrew was really his friend, that they all were. “You know exactly what you’d do. You’d say hi to him and then you’d laugh and cut him all up so your friends wouldn’t think you actually like him.”

“No way.” Andy denied, and that gave Brian a glimmer of hope, one he so desperately wanted to believe.

“What if I came up to you?” Allison asked.

“Same exact thing.”

“You are a bitch!” Bender yelled at Claire.

“Why?! Because I’m telling the truth? That makes me a bitch?”

“No. Cuz you know how shitty that is to do to someone and you don’t have the balls to stand up to your friends and tell them you’re gonna like who you wanna like…” Bender continued berating Claire, but Brian now started to fail to hold back the tears that had been threatening so long to fall. He didn’t make eye contact with anyone in the group and tried to quickly wipe the tear away, hoping no one was paying attention to him; that they couldn’t see how they had impacted him. But he still felt eyes on him, particularly when he wiped the next tear away. He let Claire and Bender’s argument surround him. They called each other out, that neither would associate with him or Allison, that their image was too important to protect to reach out. It was a story that Brian had lived all of his life. ‘How could I think that one day would change everything?’ He thought, pitifully.

“So I assume Allison, Y/N, and I are better people than you? Us weirdos?” Brian interjected when Claire and Bender were silently fuming from their spat. “You, would you do that to me?” He asked Allison.

“I don’t have any friends,” she replied, which made Brian smile a little, even though he rolled his eyes some.

“Okay, but if you did?” He let out a light chuckle, urging her to answer.

“No. I don’t think the kind of friends that I’d have would mind,” Allison replied and Brian nodded, then steeled himself to turn to Y/N and ask the same question. He saw her quickly swipe at her face with her sleeves and realized, suddenly, that she had been crying too. He wasn’t sure why; she had been very quiet through this whole exchange, but maybe that was because it hit home hard for her, too. He felt a painful pang in his chest, both from seeing her tears and from fearing the possibility of her answer. He had spent the day hoping that this was a second chance, that he could get to know her. This was a bold move and would tell him if there was even a chance or not; and he feared the ‘not.' She locked eyes with him and he gulped, petrified to dive in but knowing he had to.

“What about you, Y/N?” He asked, quietly. It felt like the question hung in the air for an agonizing eternity, even though she answered right away. Time worked differently when you were waiting to hear if your world was going to be shattered.

“I would be honored to be your friend,” she replied with a shaking voice. Even though it was strained, it filled him with instant relief. He believed her as he had believed Allison and nodded, biting his lip.

“I just want to tell, each of you, that I wouldn’t do that,” he turned to the group,” I wouldn’t and I will not. Because I think it’s real shitty.”

“Your friends wouldn’t mind because they look up to us.” Claire told him and he couldn’t help but laugh derisively in response. Next to him, he heard Y/N give a sort of squeak but figured that it carried the same disbelief towards Claire as his gesture did.

“You’re so conceited, Claire. You’re so conceited. You’re like, so full of yourself. Why are you like that?” Brian noticed the tears falling again and swiped them away. He didn’t want Claire to think she wounded him, that she had the upper hand. While it stung to have all of his beliefs about how the popular kids perceived him and his friends confirmed, that wasn’t what really was bothering him. It was more that it reminded him that he was invisible, he didn’t matter, which was exactly why he was here today.

“I’m not saying that to be conceited. I hate it. I hate having to go along with everything my friends say.”

“Then why do you do it?”

“I don’t- I don’t know,” Claire sighed, and Brian noticed that she was drying her own tears. He didn’t necessarily like having caused them, but it was nice to know she was still human, that she was feeling the way he was, too. “You don’t understand, You’re not friends with the same kind of people Andy and I are friends with, you know? You just don’t understand the kind of pressure that they can put on you.” That, however, lit a fire within Brian. ‘Pressure from other assholes is so important? Try your own parents, Claire.’

“I don’t understand what?” Brian began, gesturing towards himself and planting his fingers into his chest. It relieved some of the dull ache there. “You think I don’t understand pressure, Claire? Well, fuck you! Fuck you!” ‘Also, fuck ‘bravery’ or saving face,’ Brian broke down into sobs in his elbow before calling out from his hiding spot, “do you know why I’m here today? Do you?!” He sat up to look at the group, the people he considered friends, to share his pain with them. “I’m here...because Mr. Ryan found a gun in my locker.” The words turned thick as they left his mouth and took on a life of their own. His eyes darted quickly around the circle, noting Claire’s dropped jaw, Allison’s tearful eyes that couldn’t meet his own, the way Andrew looked away and Bender seemed to know how he had felt, but also how he was surprised that Brian had the balls to do such a thing, and finally...tears silently and consistently slipping down Y/N’s face.

“What’s the gun for?” Andrew asked, interrupting Brian’s thoughts.

“I tried. You pull the fuckin’--trunk and the light’s supposed to go on and it didn’t go on, you know?” ‘You’ve said too much. They all thought you were a weirdo, now they think you’re a psychotic weirdo.’ “Forget it. Just--forget it,” he said in an attempt to brush it off, as if everything could go back to normal with the bombshell he just dropped on them.

“You brought it up, man,” Andrew insisted.

“I can’t have an F. I can’t have it and I know my parents can’t. Even if I aced the rest of the semester, it would only be a B. I’m ruined.”

“Brian…” Claire started, but there was nothing she could say to make this alright. ‘You’re a failure, Brian, and now you’ve become a freakshow. Look at her pity,’ his brain taunted him and he lashed out to hit the stool on his right, not even thinking about it until Y/N jumped up in her seated position, startled. The last thing he would want to do is hurt or scare her. ‘Shit, great. Another fuck up.’

“Sorry,” he mumbled in her direction before setting his head on his knee and continuing with his story from before, “Just considering my options, you know?”

“No, killing yourself is never an option!” Claire yelled at him, which made him scoff.

“Well I didn’t do it, did I? No, I didn’t think so.” ‘She really just doesn’t get it, does she? She still can’t picture why I’d want to--’

“It was a handgun?” Allison asked

“A flare gun. It blew up in my locker.” Brian sighed, but then he heard Andrew start to laugh. “It’s not funny.” Brian asserted. Andrew tried to clear his throat to stop laughing, but he couldn’t and Brian bit his lip and smiled in realization, “Yeah, it is.” The laughter was contagious...and better than crying. “Fucking elephant was destroyed.”

“You know what I did to get in here?” Allison asked the group, and Brian almost feared her answer. “Nothing. I didn’t have anything better to do.” That completely brightened the mood and Brian fell over laughing. It seemed like he was forgiven and that no one here was judging him for the failed lamp or the gun nor would they tell anybody about it. They...they had accepted him in the end after all.

*~~~~*

“...we trust you.” Claire was trying to talk him into writing one essay to cover all of them, and she was using flattery. Lucky for her, it worked. He looked down the row to seek approval from the others and they all nodded. But he liked knowing that they thought he was the smartest and the most capable, that they trusted his words would win over Vernon in a way that they wouldn’t be punished for not doing their own essays. It was a big task and a lot to entrust to him, so he took pride in fulfilling it. Claire took the other girls with her somewhere and it was just Andrew and him sitting silently in the library, so he decided to get to work. Andrew was just lurking about, playing with his jewelry, but he wasn’t a distraction. However, Allison passing by looking completely different was. Brian looked up, shocked that this was the same person he had spent all day with. Her hair was away from her face and he could actually see her brown eyes and she was wearing...white, the opposite of all of the layers of black before. He caught her glare at him staring at her so he tried to give her a reassuring smile, that it was a good look for her. She said, “thank you,” and moved on toward Andrew. Brian turned back to his essay and finished the last couple of lines, not noticing Y/N approaching behind him. If he had, he probably wouldn’t have kissed the essay or given himself a ‘good job’ punch in the arm.

He sat up in startled revelation when she spoke, “That good, huh?” He realized she had just seen everything. He had never felt more like a dork in his life and a blush crept up into his cheeks.

“Uh...yeah, I-I guess. I mean, do you want to read it?” He asked as she started to pull back the chair next to him to sit down.

“If you want me to, but I trust you.” She took her seat and placed her arm gently on his forearm. ‘Holy shit. She is touching me! She’s looking at me. What do I even say? Do I acknowledge the touch or do I just--’ “I’m impressed that you came up with something so quickly though.” Brian felt pride bubble up within him, knowing that she noticed...no, she was impressed by him. He cocked his head and looked at her sideways, trying to figure her out. She quickly looked away and pulled her hand back, now fiddling with her sleeves. ‘Is she...nervous?’ He thought, trying to decode her reaction. “So, um…you said earlier that you were in the Math Club? Um, I mean, if you have the time, do you think you could tutor me? I’m like totally lost in Clarkson’s class.”

He blinked. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t exactly that. Not that he would say no to spending more time with her. He had wanted that second chance, after all. “Yeah, no, I could do that,” he told her and watched as she twisted away and looked behind her, grabbing paper off of Allison’s desk. She leaned back forward and reached for his pen in front of him. She was actually close enough now that he could smell her shampoo and his body threatened to turn into jello on the spot.

“Here...is...my...phone number.” She said as she wrote it out on the paper and handed it to him. “Call me so we can set something up?” She looked up at him and knocked the breath right out of his lungs.

“You--You want me to call you?” He asked with raised eyebrows, wholly surprised by the request. He’d not only not kissed a girl, but one had never given him her phone number before.

“Yeah.” She smiled at him and his heartbeat picked up even faster, if that was possible. She cleared her throat and nodded towards Andrew and Allison. “So, those two, huh? Unexpected, right?”

“Oh. Yeah.” He was suddenly hurtled back to Earth, to reality. “Definitely. Wait, where’s Claire?”

“She...she said she was going to go ‘check on’ Bender.”

“Wow. So them, too.” ‘Everyone is coupling up maybe we should--’ he interrupted his own thought and shot it down. All he could say was, “That’s really...weird.”

*~~~~*

After they were finally released and Brian left his essay on the desk for Vernon to collect, and hopefully reflect upon, they all walked out together. It made sense as they all had to go to the main entrance, but there was a feeling of solidarity within it that made Brian think that the members of what he dubbed The Breakfast Club would continue their friendship come Monday.

Allison and Andrew branched off together, as did Claire and John. Brian looked quickly at Y/N as she walked down the steps with him. His dad was there to pick him up, which he was thankful for. His mom would definitely notice him walking with a girl and have a million questions and a lengthy lecture lined up, but his dad would barely notice, much less think anything of it. He reached for the door handle as Y/N was about to depart, but then she called his name, “Hey Brian,” he looked up, not sure what else she could possibly have to say, especially since they had been silent while the couples had veered off. “See you Monday.” She reminded him and gave him a small smile. He gave a grin in return.

“Yeah. I’ll talk to you on Monday.” He replied, beginning to get into the car, her phone number burning a hole in his pocket. For the first time in a long time, he was actually looking forward to another week school.

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May i request a hc where the reader is a delinquent third year at Nekoma and Kuroo catches a glimpse of her panties as she climbs down the ladder to the roof 🥺👉👈

Thank you for the request! I made the reader a sexual delinquent so there are suggestive themes but this is still SFW! I added a bit extra cause I didn’t want Kuroo just to stare at her ass lmao.

Nekoma’s Delinquent HC

Kuroo may seem like the total bad boy type at first glance, but he really is such a goody two shoes

Just because he’s the attractive captain of a well-rounded volleyball team should not dismiss the fact that he is the top of his class and a full-on STEM nerd 

He has a pretty good reputation around Nekoma and he wants to keep it that way. 

UNTILLLLL you came around 

he was minding his own business after practice until he saw you sneaking into the equipment room in the gym 

Of course, Curious Kuroo follows you and peaks inside because who the hell is trying to sneak into the equipment room- fuck it’s you

Everyone at Nekoma knew you as the delinquent third year who was known to have a pretty bad reputation 

*Cue that Regina George scene from Mean Girls*

“ I heard when Y/N L/N was a first-year, she slept with any third year who would give her a pack of cigarettes!”  

“ Y/N gave ‘roadside assistance ;)’ to Kobayashi- Sensei and that’s why her grade in his class is so high!”

“ Her idea of tutoring guys is taking them up to the roof of the school to give them half-decent handjobs.” 

Kuroo was pretty sure that most of the rumors about you weren’t true and even if they were, your sex life was none of anyone’s business

Except for the rumor about you sleeping with a teacher because um hell red flags lock that teacher up!!! 

“ Can I help you?” Kuroo asked suddenly as you turned around to face him

Your skirt was purposely rolled up even higher to show off your bare legs and your white button-up that was rolled up to your elbows lazily had a few missing buttons at the top, revealing a bit of your chest

Kuroo concentrated on keeping his eyes above your waist but he couldn’t look you straight in the face without getting red so he focused attention towards the wall closest to you

“ I’m good, thank you though,” you said casually as you turned back around and looked through the equipment room as if you were looking for something important 

If you ever needed to study or have a smoke, you found yourself using the gym’s equipment room because it was usually fairly private and there was a window so you wouldn’t suffocate in your own smoke

Hardly anyone intimidated Kuroo. He’s a pretty big dude and people would be dumb to try and start shit with him but for some reason, he was so intimidated by you 

You were so fascinating to him, all these rumors and yet, you always managed to get right back up and keep doing you. You were also insanely attractive but Kuroo would never admit it out loud because he didn’t want to sound like a tool 

No matter how intimidated he was by you, he still needed to keep people out of the equipment room who weren’t allowed in there

“ I wasn’t really asking,” Kuroo said as he walked into the equipment room with his hands in his pockets,” what are you doing in here L/N-chan?”

He wasn’t sure what you were looking for, maybe something to steal and sell? Maybe you had hidden drugs in the equipment room and it was like your secret stash 

“ That sounded like a question to me,” You answered back as you bent down to look between a stack of boxes,” don’t worry, I’ll be out of your hair in no time Kuroo-san.” 

His breath hitched for a moment because he was so sure you didn’t even know who he was and from the silence that followed after, you were quick to notice his expression as you bent down to pick up the textbook you were searching for

“ Second year, Nakumura-Sensei’s physics class,” You reminded him as you swept some dust off the surface of your math textbook,” you sat a few seats ahead of me and you always blocked the chalkboard with that crazy hair of yours.” 

Kuroo didn’t need to be reminded, he remembered how you would usually stroll into class late and how during most of the period would consist of you either sleeping or on your phone

No matter how late you arrived, you always managed to smile towards Kuroo because you always noticed how he would stop listening to the teacher when you walked in 

“ I’m surprised you remember that, you were hardly ever conscious in class,” Kuroo laughed cautiously as you shrugged and walked over towards him

You stood next to him and rested a hand on his shoulder, making his body tense,“ Oh trust me, it’s hard to remember a face like yours.”

Kuroo only gulped as you squeezed his shoulder and walked out of the equipment room, leaving him completely stunned

His mind was all over the place because were you flirting with him? Do you just do that with everyone? Why was he getting worked up over a shoulder touch?!?!

More importantly, all he was thinking was how he wanted to see you again, even if it meant that he would be putting his reputation on the line

The next couple of weeks consisted of Kuroo keeping an eye out for you in the hallway and every time you two did happen to meet, you always smiled back at him and it always boosted his mood

He looked forward to seeing you in the halls, even if it was just for a few seconds because it meant that he was slowly making an impression on you 

all Kuroo wanted to do was have the chance to talk to you for a bit and get to know because damn, he was really falling for you just by seeing you in the halls

He talked about you so much to the point where Kenma had to invest in a good pair of headphones so he could tune him out

Kuroo usually minded his business when it came to drama but now, he was quick to call out shitty behavior whenever he heard people talk badly about you in class 

“ Did you see what Y/N was wearing today? I swear she’s asking for it-”

“ If you want to keep all of your teeth intact, I suggest you both keep her name out of your mouth.” 

That shut people up REAL QUICK 

Scary Kuroo is hot anyway 

Kuroo always felt protective towards any girl; he didn’t have any sisters but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t stand up for girls when it came down to it. 

He was sure you two would never really become friends since your interaction consisted of acknowledging each other in the hallway until he spotted you outside the gym after practice with a smile on your face

“ Finally, took you long enough to finish. Come on, I wanna show you something,” You said as you grabbed his hand and led him towards the back of the school

His brain was like holding hands??? With A Female??? That’s a first

In the back of Kuroo’s mind, all he could think about were the rumors. Was something going to happen between the two of you? He wouldn’t mind but he wasn’t exactly sure what you were proposing and if he was mentally prepared for it

He’s a virgin yall come on he’s a whole dork remember? 

He didn’t really start to freak out until you led him to the ladder that led to the roof because oh shit, all he could think about was the ‘half-decent handjob’ rumors

Kuroo was pretty freaked out to climb up on the roof-it wasn’t that he was scared of heights but what if they got in trouble??? 

Kuroo had two options; A) He could say no and just go home because he knew mentally and physically, he wasn’t ready for certain things to happen with the two of you if it got hot and heavy B) He could suck it up and climb the damn ladder because he’s been wanting an excuse to talk to you for weeks and now he finally has the chance

“ Ladies first,” Kuroo said as you gladly went ahead of him 

“ Okay scaredy-cat”

He started to climb up behind you but when he looked up to see how much farther he had left, he realized he could see up your skirt and his eyes were glued on your red lace panties  

Kuroo pulled his eyes away from you and wanted to bang his head against the metal ladder. Was this all part of your masterplan??? To seduce him??? Because oh shit it might be working

“ If you don’t mind, I can feel your eyes burning into my ass,” You said from above him as Kuroo stammered out an apology 

You smiled to yourself as you stepped up on the last railing and threw your legs over onto the roof 

Kuroo lifted himself up and peeked his head over the ladder. You tried to help him up but he shook you off and insisted he was fine

From his three years at being at Nekoma, he didn’t even know there was a greenhouse on top of the school ( high school musical 3 vibes) 

You walked past Kuroo and when he saw you sit next to the edge of the roof, he felt a bit more comfortable since who would give a handjob while sitting on the edge of a roof? 

He sat down beside you as you pulled out a cigarette and lit it with your lighter. You offered him a pack but Kuroo shook his head and watched you instead

“ L/N-chan, why’d you bring me up here?” Kuroo asked as you exhaled smoke

“ For the view, duh,” You said as you nodded your head off towards the horizon

Kuroo turned his attention to the skyline and you were right. The sunset was never something Kuroo particularly paid attention to since he usually distracted himself when walking home but with the cityscape off in the distance and the soft sounds of traffic, he could feel himself softening and relaxing more than before

“ You know you’re the only one who bothers to calls me L/N-chan,” You said after a moment as Kuroo turned his attention back to you,” why do you do that?” 

“ What else would I call you?” Kuroo asked as if there was any other option 

“ ‘Nekoma’s Delinquent’, ‘ Trashy Alleycat’, ‘ Whore-chan’, or the classic old ‘slut’,” You answered simply as Kuroo felt his chest tighten up,” those seem to be pretty popular nicknames for me.” 

He wasn’t even sure what to say and he felt guilty because of it. He had never heard people call you that ( he knew he would knock out any guy who talked badly about you)  but it wasn’t like he ever stood up for you for the rumors before

“ I would never call you that, those names are disgusting.”

“ Can you blame them? I’m sure you’ve heard rumors about my sexual escapades by now, I could tell from how nervous you were once you saw the ladder going up to the roof . And for the record, I didn’t bring you up here to give you a ‘half decent handjob’... Even if I did, I don’t think I would be that bad,” You said with a convincing smirk but Kuroo could knew you were hurt by the comments

“ Why did you bring me up here then? Don’t get me wrong, the view is great and all but even then, why me?” Kuroo asked as you put out your cigarette beside you

You weren’t sure why and that was the honest answer. Even though the two of you hardly ever interacted, you felt like an actual human being around him instead of a piece of meat. 

“ Well why did you agree?” You changed the subject as Kuroo found himself thinking of how much he wanted to reveal 

“ I think you’re misunderstood and I want to get to know you.”

“ Oh please, you just want something from me like the other guys.”

“ No- kinda- but not what you think. I mean, I want to hang out with you sure but nothing sexual. Sure, I think you’re really attractive but that doesn’t mean you’re obligated to do anything. I just want to get to know you, I swear,” Kuroo said genuinely as he saw your face soften,” your turn. Why did you bring me up here?” 

You inhaled deeply, as you played with your hands. Maybe, just maybe you had a small crush on Kuroo but of course, you would never admit it outloud

“ You’re...normal. You seem like a decent guy and honestly, nice guys are hard to come by nowadays, ” You said softly as he watched your demeanor change,” but you know if we hang out, people will say stuff.”

Kuroo couldn’t help but smile at your request. He felt like he was back in grade school when kids would just ask each other to be friends and that was that.

“ Trust me, if we’re friends, they won’t ever say shit to our face and if they do, they’ll regret it.” 

You rolled your eyes at the boys threat but inhaled deeply,” Okay, that’s good enough for me.”

Lil Bonus: One day, Kuroo went to the bathroom during class and he heard the same two guys spreading some rumors about you and he was LIVID AS HELL

Deadass this boy didn’t even wait for an explanation, he just swung his fists into their faces so hard and one guy even lost a few teeth like 0.0

“ I fucking told you I would knock your teeth in didn’t I?” 

Ya he got detention for two weeks but he had no regrets 

Angry Kuroo is so hot my LORD

[shitpissboi]

Alone Together

Summary- The holidays are always hell, and sometimes you just need to be alone together with your boyfriends and your dumbass friends. 

Word Count- 3476

Pairing- Katuski Bakugou x Reader x Hitoshi Shinsou 

Warnings- Swearing, detailed use of marijuana, stalker behavior (kinda, just given as a backstory at the very beginning), aged up characters.

 A/N- Hello everybody! This is actually the first fic that i’ve written in well over a year, so forgive me if my writing is still a little rusty! I hope you like this fic, and thank you for taking the time to read it! :) (Edit: Honeslty thank you so much to everyone that’s interacted with this post! I did not expect it too get so many notes, so thank you all!🥺🖤)

You sighed as you walked into your apartment, the stress of the past week weighing heavily on your shoulders. This entire week had been awful, not only had you been made to work over time almost every day this week at the cafe, a new regular has apparently made it his sole mission in life to make your life hell after you rejected his advances. He had asked for your number last week and you politely declined, telling him that you already had two wonderful boyfriends that made you extremely happy.  

Ever since then, he had made sure to come into the cafe every time you worked just to make your job as hard as possible. Calling you names, commenting about your appearance, making you remake every single thing he ordered several times, just to name a few things. Coupling all of that with everything else that happened this week, it would be safe to say that it was one of the worst weeks you’ve had this year. All you wanted to do now was curl up with your boyfriends, smoke, and watch trashy television. 

Said boyfriends were already on the couch as you walked into the living room, lavender locks leaning against the back of the couch, one hand using the remote to look for something to watch, the other hand running through the messy blonde hair that was sitting in his lap. Your other boyfriend was sprawled out across the couch, laying his head in sleep deprived man's lap as he was texting away on his phone, only the former noticing your quiet entrance. 

“Hey Kitten, how was work today?” The former asked, altering Katsuki to presence. He looked up from his phone the same time Hitoshi looked away from the TV, both of them noticing something was wrong right away. Katsuki immediately sat up and moved to the other end of the couch, leaving just enough room for you to sit comfortably in between the two men. You plopped onto the couch and threw your head back and just groaned, earning a small chuckle from the two.

“That bad Teddy Bear?” Katsuki asked, repositioning you so your head was laying on his lap and your legs were on Hitoshis. You just nodded your head and pushed your face into his abdomen, trying not to cry out of frustration.He ran his fingers through your hair as Hitoshi started to rub your sore feet, helping you to relax. 

“I don’t really want to talk about it.. Can we just smoke and watch shitty TV please..?” The lavender haired man smiled softly at the pout in your voice, carefully moving your legs to get up before you could even finish what you were saying. 

“Of course we can baby. We're gonna have to call Tape Face though, your shitty boyfriend smoked the rest of it last night.” The pomeranian growled out teasingly, effectively bringing a laugh out of you. 

“He’s your boyfriend too Katsuki.” You laughed, sitting up straight and stretching. You watched as Hitoshi walked back into the living room, carrying all the things you would need for the nights sesh. You smiled up at him gratefully and pulled out your phone, quickly texting Sero and asking if he was busy. Hitoshi set up the items on the table then sat down on the chaise part of the couch, pulling you to sit in between his legs. Katsuki had gotten up to get drinks and snacks for the three of you, making sure to also grab your favorite. Hitoshi started to scroll through Hulu, settling on My Strange Addiction for now, when your phone started ringing. Sero’s name flashed on your phone, answering it immediately. 

“Hey mami! What’s up beautiful?” You laughed as you felt Hitoshis grip tighten around you, Sero has been your friend since you were little kids, growing up in the same neighborhood. If he wasn’t dating Denki when he first introduced you to the Bakusquad then they would’ve thought you guys were together with how much you two flirt. 

“Hey Sero. I know it’s late notice but could you make a delivery tonight, preferably soon?” 

“Of course (Y/NN), your week not getting any better?” He asked, genuine worry seeping into his voice. 

“No, it hasn’t. And a certain SOMEONE,” You looked up at Hitoshi and nudged him with your elbow. “Smoked the rest of what we had this morning and didn’t bother to restock.” He simply rolled his eyes at you. 

“You know, if you keep being a brat, then i’m gonna have to teach you a lesson, Kitten.” Hitoshi teased. 

“Shinsou Hitoshi! You can’t say things like that on call!” You pouted, hitting him lightly in the chest. You could hear Sero, and Denki since they were always together, losing their shit over the phone. You growled and put the phone back to your ear. 

“You know I was gonna invite you guys to smoke with us but I don’t like to hang out with fucking bullies!” You growled into the phone, but started laughing as Kaminari immediately started to back track and apologize, making Sero laugh even harder.

“Just your ass over here already, and bring Kiri and Mina too if they want, we haven’t hung out as a group in forever.” You rolled your eyes as you heard Denki runoff in the background, yelling at Kiri and Mina to get their asses ready, then hearing a loud thud, making your and Hitoshi look at each other curiously. 

“We’ll be over in 20 minutes babes... God dammit Denks how many times do I have to tell you not to ru-” The phone quickly hung, making you two roll your eyes yet again, you swear that over excited dumbass is one of the only things that can make Sero lose his never ending patience. You gently threw your phone onto the coffee table and relaxed back into the purple haired man. He kissed your forehead and wrapped himself around you tightly, allowing you to fully relax into his embrace. 

-

About 25 minutes later, a knock startles you from your happy daze. Seeing as Katsuki had taken Hitoshi’s previous position, Hitoshi your position against Katsuki, and you snuggled into Katsuki’s side, you got up to answer the door. As soon as you opened the door you were trapped by a hug from Sero. You relished in the hug for a couple seconds before pulling back and letting him, followed by Denki, Mina, and Kiri. Denki and Kiri immediately made a bee line for the couch, fighting over who would get a hug from their best friend first. (Hitoshi and Katsuki respectively.) 

“Well it’s nice to see you guys too, damn.” You mumbled, laughing a little at the end as you see your boyfriends immediately get annoyed with the two loud intrusions. 

“How much you wanna bet they’ll be dead within 30 mintues?” Mina said, pulling you into a side hug.  

“I give it 20. Tops.” Sero stated as you hug Mina back, leaning into the peck she gave you on the cheek before going to wrangle Kiri in before Katsuki tried to blow him up. 

“How’re you doing babes?” Sero asked, turning toward you while he slid his backpack off. 

“I’m okay right now, a lot better than earlier. I’m so fuckin ready to get stoned though.” You chuckled, rubbing the back of your neck with your hand. 

“I’m just glad that you're feeling better. I swear the next time that bastardo shows his face i’m gonna beat his ass.” He growled, cracking his knuckles to try to be intimidating. 

“Get in line Tape Face! Now get the fuck over here so we can get this started!” Katsuki yelled, making you let out a small giggle. Sero followed you into the living room where the chaos had already started. Denki was being half heartedly being consoled by Mina as he cried at Hitoshi for cuddling Katsuki and not him. Meanwhile Hitoshi was glaring daggers and Kiri, who was sitting in your previous spot, and addimently talking to Katsuki. 

You simply rolled your eyes and sat at the end of the chaise, Sero sitting in between your legs on the floor. He pulled a ziplock bag out of his backpack and grabbed the grinder off the table, promptly starting to break up the bigger nugs and put them into the grinder. You reached around him and grabbed your bong and a water bottle, pouring some water into the bong. Hitoshi had noticed you guys sit down and grabbed the bottle out of your hand when you were done, trading it with a lighter. Not even a couple minutes later Sero was handing you the grinder and you opened it, starting to pack a bowl while he got the stuff ready to roll a blunt.

You packed the bowl as full as you could and held the lighter to the bowl, starting to inhale. About 10 seconds later, when the chamber was sufficiently filled with smoke, you pulled the bowl out and inhaled again, relishing the feeling of the smoke settling into your lungs as you passed the bong and lighter to Sero. You held it for a couple more seconds before slowly letting the smoke out, feeling yourself relax with the exhale. You took the bag sitting next to Sero and continued to grind for him as he took a hit before passing it to Hitoshi. 

You watched Hitoshi take a hit as you continued to twist the grinder back and forth, smiling when he grabbed Katsuki by the collar and exhaled the smoke into his mouth. Katsuki blushed furiously, always being caught off guard when the younger man did things like that, and angrily buried his face into his neck. Hitoshi smirked as he looked down, handing the bong off to an unsuspecting Kiri. (Kiri, Denki, and Mina seriously didn’t realize you guys started until they were dead ass handed the bong-) 

Pulling your attention away from your lovers, you handed the full grinder to the man below you, seeing that he already had a blunt wrap split and emptied out. However he just handed the grinder and the tray to Hitoshi, knowing the exhausted man can roll a much prettier blunt than he can. Your head snapped up as you heard Denki start coughing and watched as Mina ripped the bong out of his hands.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to cough into the bong Denki! I swear every time you hit a bong you cough into it!” She yelled, using the sleeve of her shirt to wipe the water off the outside of the glass instrument. 

“You're still coughing into the damn bong Kaminari?!” You exasperated, staring at him bewildered. It’s been a good couple months since you had all been able to get together, and in that time he had finally decided to move in with Sero. Sero was the second biggest stoner you’ve ever met, just being beat by Hitoshi, and his favorite thing to use was a bong, you would’ve thought he had taught him by now. 

“No matter how many times I tell him he still does it, so now I make him roll a blunt or use a pipe.” Sero shrugged, moving so he could sit between his boyfriend’s legs instead. 

“It’s not my fault my lungs are so bad! Whenever I fry myself it fucks up my lungs!” He whined, leaning forward and draping himself of the latino dramatically. 

“Which is exactly why you should learn how to use the fucking bong, idiot.” Katsuki spoke up, seemingly over his flustered state for the moment. Denki just whined dramatically, causing you all to sigh in irritation. Mina rolled her eyes and took her hit before passing it off to you. You gripped it tightly and stood up on the couch, very carefully going over to Katsuki and sitting in his lap, his arms immediately wrapping around you and his chin resting on your shoulder.  

You held the bong against your lips and went to light the bowl only for Katsuki to snatch it from you, making your lean away and glare at him. He smirked at you and flicked the lighter on, bringing it to the bowl. You rolled your eyes and smirked, putting your mouth back to the bong and inhaling as he lit it for you. You inhaled for a good 15 seconds before he pulled the bowl away, allowing you to inhale the smoke into your lungs. You handed the bong off to him and watched as he leaned it, very clearly wanting you to share the hit with him. 

You smiled at the secretly needy man holding you, softly tangling your hand with the hair at the base of his neck and gently pushing him forward. You tilted your head and let the smoke flow from your parted lips into his open mouth before sealing your lips together. Your lips molded together perfectly with his, the rest of the smoke seeping through your nose before you pulled away, still smiling. 

You looked on as he opened his eyes, a soft smile settling onto his features before he exhaled fully. You closed your eyes and leaned against him, contentment washing over your body for the first time during this hell week. He chuckled and leaned back against the couch again, taking you with him. You listened to him take another hit and felt as he inhaled and exhaled, feeling the smoke blow across your head as he blew you. He handed the bong off and let his head rest on the back of the couch, slightly tightening his hold on you. 

You heard Kiri take another hit as Mina, Sero, and Denki started another fight, letting out a giggle and Katsuki and Hitoshi let out a groan at the same time. You felt Katsuki reach up but paid it no mind until Hitoshi spoke up.

“Hey! That’s no fuckin fair Katsu! You can’t just turn off your hearing aids and leave us to suffer!” Hitoshi let out, holding the frash blunt in the side of his mouth while he signed for Katsuki. Your eyes snapped open and you sat up, giving the blonde your own glare, starting to sign for him. 

“Suki! You said you were going to leave them on this time!” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest when you were done using your hands. 

“I’m not gonna listen to these shitty extras fight the whole time, so until they shut the fuck up, i’m leaving them off.” He signed, a satisfied smirk on his face. 

“You’re such a fukin asshole suki!” You grumbled, making sure to not sign to him. He just stuck his middle finger up at you and laughed. You just turned away and looked to Hitoshi, taking the blunt out of his mouth and grabbing the lighter. He tried to grab it back but stopped when he saw the mischief in your eyes, sitting back to watch you. You lit the blunt and took a long drag, passing it to Sero on the ground before climbing on Hitoshis’s lap. You gently grabbed his face and opened his mouth slightly with your thumb. 

You let the smoke fall from your lips and past his, watching as he sucked in the hit before dipping down to kiss him, raking your right hand through his hair. He pushed up into the kiss, making sure to make a show of grabbing your ass, opening his eyes slightly to lazily glance over at Katsuki, smirking to find him growling at you two. 

“Oh come on, get a room you horny lil freaky fucks.” Denki called out, making you burst everyone but Katsuki and Hitoshi burst out into laughter, the latter just deadpanning. You fell too the side to the side of Hitoshi, bumping into Katsuki’s still crossed legs, pulling yourself up when you calmed yourself down. 

“What in the fuck did you just call us?!” You asked, noting that Katsuki was signing to Hitoshi and asking what in the hell Denki just said. Said man just shrugged, leaning back against the couch. 

“A horny little freaky fuck.” He stated as if it was the most normal thing in the world, causing Mina, Kiri, and Sero to start laughing again. Katsuki had turned his hearing aids on again at this point and had heard what he said. 

“If you call my boyfriend and girlfriend that again i’m gonna kick your fucking ass dunce face.” Katsuki rumbled, grabbing his friend by the collar. You just laughed and reached over to his arm, lacing your hand with his and pulling it back to you, kissing the back of it and wrapping it around yourself. He tightened his grip on you and used his other hand to hold Hitoshi’s, growling at Denki. 

Denki yelped and jumped off the couch, lowering himself and trying to hide behind Sero, crying Katsuki not to hurt him. Sero just mumbled a “Fucking idiot”, and pulled the yellow haired man against him, leaving his arm around his waist. By this time the blunt had gotten back around to Katsuki and he took his arm off you to take a big hit, moving to lean against the arm of the couch so he could continue holding his boyfriend's hand. 

The blond passed the blunt to you when he was done, and you quickly started to inhale, smiling at the familiar burn in the back of your throat. You inhaled for a good while before passing it over to Hitoshi, laying back so your head was now in your other lovers lap. He automatically brought a hand up to your head and raked it through your hair a couple times before simply resting it on top. 

You closed your eyes as it finally started to hit you, allowing you to fully relax into your lover. You tuned out the rest of the conversations and background noise easily, focusing on the feeling of Katsuki’s hand on your head and Hitoshi moving so he was laying on your lap while still holding Katsuki’s hand. The blunt got passed around a couple more times before it was finally done, the bong getting thrown in here and there. You had ended up in a position where sitting up against the back of the couch and his legs apart as you sat between them and leaned against him and the arm of the couch. Hitoshi had crawled between the older man's legs and laid his head in your lap, practically purring as you pet his hair.

You were brought back down to reality when Hitoshi got up to grab a drink and change the TV, putting on something funny and didn’t need to be thought about too much. You sat up to, much to your blonde lovers grievance, and reached toward Hitoshi with a pout. He just let out a chuckle and grabbed your favorite drink and snack off the table, handing them to you as he got comfortable in your lap again. You happily took a sip of your drink and set it next to you, making sure to screw the cap tight, before opening your snack.

You munched it absentmindedly and leaned back against the arm of the couch, smiling up at the blonde and offering one to him. He looked around before begrudgingly opening his mouth, allowing you to place the tasty treat inside. You giggled as he grumbled and looked away, still not used to his friends seeing him act “soft”. You heard your other boyfriend let out a laugh at the explosive hero, genuinely happy that he still continues to try and open up to those close to him, especially after the last couple being rough on everyone.

The holidays brought stress to everyone, the spike in crime making the heros (Kirishima, Denki, Katsuki, and Hitoshi.) over work themselves more than usual and become even more exhausted. While you, Mina, and Sero all had to deal with the wonders of working retail and food service during this time, always seeming to get stuck with the absolute worst customers that would threaten your job and life. 

The last month has clearly taken a chunk out of everyone, and the almost always rowdy group was just thankful to finally get a restful and relaxing night. Even if the group was full of impulsive ideas and even more impulsive decisions, they never felt more safe than when in each other's company, mastering the art of being alone together when it was truly needed. You smiled as you came to this realisation, knowing that no matter what happened or what obstacles would be thrown your way, as long as you had your boyfriends and your friends, everything was going to be alright. You are going to be alright.

Masterlist

Posted 12/19/2020

[sleepylixie]

If Only.

Non idol! Han Jisung X fem! Reader

Part of the Heart wants what it wants Anthology

Prompt #18:" Who's hurting you?" / Bittersweet ending

1k words, Beware of swearing. 

“Coming, coming, just a seco- holy fuck!” Jisung’s exclamation was sharp, staccato as he caught sight of you standing in the corridor, face ashen and blank. You were still dressed in the wine red jumpsuit and jacket you’d gone on the date in, but your heels had been loosely clutched in your hands until they clattered to the floor- you would have too if Jisung hadn’t caught you.

“Shit, what happened?” He let out a soft sound of surprise as he gently pulled you back to your feet and into his apartment. You were boneless in his arms, unfeeling as he slid an arm around your shoulders, your eyes glassy, empty- something was wrong. Very, very wrong.

“Talk to me. What’s hurting you?” Jisung murmured as he set you down on the couch. Your lack of response brought a dark sense of foreboding, his fingertips chilled to the bone with the nervous sensation. Kneeling next to your legs, his hands reached out and clasped yours- they were ice cold, trembling slightly despite the warmth of the living room. When Jisung looked up at your face, the first cracks in your blank mask began to show, your eyes welling up with tears, lip caught roughly between your teeth-

“He cheated on me.”

Your voice quavered and broke, your shoulders curling in on themselves as tears began to slide down your cheeks. Jisung’s heart skipped a beat at the sight, breaking further for you with each sob that wracked your body. Climbing onto the couch, he pulled you closer to his body, arms instinctively rubbing your back and stroking your hair in turn as you wept on his shoulder.

You were supposed to be happy, flushed and in love today. You were supposed to be at a fancy restaurant, celebrating a year together. But here you were, choking on heartbreak.

As your tears dampened his shoulder, Jisung couldn’t help but feel a vacuous pit of anger swell in the pit of his stomach, at the unfairness of it all. As he whispered soft nothings and peppered kisses against your hairline, Jisung couldn’t help but think, you didn’t deserve this.

“H-he took me to his place after t-the date,” your thick, grief-ridden voice mumbled as you pulled away from him, your body still shaking slightly. “And this- and this other girl was waiting there for him on a bed of roses.”

“Shit, that’s messy.” Jisung frowned, watching you closely. Never in the many years of your friendship with him had you ever looked so...so lost. Broken. All for a guy who didn’t know to treat you right.

“H-He said he didn’t care if I left.” A fresh wave of tears streaked down your face, the too-clear memory already plaguing you. “He said I was too prim and proper for him, that I didn’t take him seriously no matter what he did for me, that he always felt like he’d be my second priority.”

“I-I told him it wasn’t my job to make him feel like a man and left, but- but his words stung.” You wiped at your wet cheeks, breaths deep in an attempt to calm yourself. “It made me feel like it was my fault he cheated on me, if I’d been around more instead of working, maybe-”

Jisung let you talk, biting his tongue to keep profanities from slipping out. Your simple comfort and elegant disposition, your laser-sharp focus and die-hard ambitions were what endeared him about you and here you stood, loathing yourself for those very things. You didn’t deserve this, you deserved somebody who loved you for everything you were and would ever be, not gutter trash like this-

“It’s probably my fault, isn’t it?”

“No it isn’t.” Jisung said softly and your eyes met his, still silver-lined and makeup-streaked. “Like you said, it’s not your job to make him feel like a man. He chose to cheat. You’re not at fault for it.”

Your eyes wandered to the window, watching the lights of the city flicker outside in a grief-stricken trance. Jisung knew you were going to beat yourself up over this for weeks, until you came to the conclusion that you weren’t at fault by yourself. You took relationships seriously- breakups even more so. He’d know, after being the support system for almost every relationship you’d ever been in.

If only the shitty people you dated truly knew how it felt to be in love with you.

He was familiar with the swooping feeling that your soft touch and hugs brought to him, how seeing you sad or dejected set him aflame, like he’d set the world on fire to fix what pained you. How falling for your unconscious charms had put his heart in a constant state of freefall, like his love for you was a depthless thing, alive and forever hoping.

If only you felt for him the way he did for you.

Jisung was used to being the best friend that you’d come home to after every botched date, never the date himself. He was okay with loving you from afar, being the shoulder of comfort, the arms of reassurance, the paragon of happiness your love could bring.

If only you felt the same.

If only love worked the way he wished it to.

If only.

You stayed at Jisung’s that night, covered by blankets on the couch and hyper aware of the sheets shifting in Jisung’s bedroom as he slept. The shock of walking away from your...ex had just begun to settle in, the ice-cold betrayal still rippling harshly under your skin.

But for some reason, the only thing you could see in your mind’s eye was Jisung’s wide eyes when he saw you outside his door in that state of disarray. His quiet reassurance, the soft pressure of his lips against your forehead, his wholehearted support and unwavering belief in you-

And all at once, the cold was replaced by candlelight warmth, a familiar affection you had yet to feel with anybody...anybody but Jisung. Friends didn’t feel that way for each other, did they? Friends didn’t look for each other in their significant others, friends didn’t compare each trashy date with the friend that stayed up for them back home-

The sun peeked over the buildings before you nodded off, your heart and mind at odds with each other.

If only you could make sense of your heart.

If only love worked the way you wished it to.

If only.

I’m lowkey worried this was more sad that bittersweet, but I’M LEARNING. XD. Do let me know what you think! Requests are open for this collection, so do check out the Masterlist for the prompts and rules!  Love, Elliana.

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[years-waiting]

6. Bölüm

Wow! I passed the whole week wondering what Ada would say to Bora after that disaster of an ending. I totally had no idea what she would say to remedy the situation. Then she comes with a lie that makes sense (she said: "Rüzgar was devastated by some problems in the relationship and he came to me as I was helping him with Tuğçe.") And you see, it really makes sense if you see from Bora's point of view, but still, I think Bora wasn't satisfied. Later in the episode, Bora asked Ada about her secret, BUT it was right at the beginning of her daydreaming, which it makes difficult to analyze what he thinks right now. My only certainty is that no one lies more than Ada, she sits on a throne of lies! There's no one who lies more than her, at least in terms of quantity. Her lies are so elaborate sometimes, it has roots and grows like plants, invading every space without control.

Talking about Ada's daydreaming is, at the same time talking about the moment she'll finally tell the truth to Bora. I don't know about you, but I have an inkling based on past dizis watched that weren't good with me when talking about lies, that Bora will know the whole truth in a filthy way (by a third party? By Tuğçe? she's the one who worries me the most). My optimistic side tells me that he will know by Ada's mouth and they will have a big fight (because if they don't have in this scenario, then how can Bora be mad at her and at the same time move on with the story? It has to happen! This prospect still doesn't amuse me☹️) and then I will be mad. I hate these moments where the male leads discover the huge lie the show surrounds itself and he reacts by being mean and/or rude. I like a gentle and kind man, Bora had his moments of rudeness until now, but he still showed a kind essence, so I'm hoping he'll understand or try to understand, maybe he'll even NOT get late in forgiving Ada (or maybe I'm too caught up in with this show to not see his bad aspects).

So right now I'm more at ease about Yasemin teyze, Ada told her that she doesn't want Rüzgar anymore as he's a shitty person (şerefsiz!) and Yasemin really thinks he's an asshole (pis maço!), so it was easy for her to respect Ada's wishes. Although they still believe in this curse, they too believe that you can try to be happy in your own way at being alone forever (this is all wise words coming of me about their stupid beliefs of curses and all. But somehow, they found a fine line between being rational and aloof), and a good professional life doesn't kill anybody. I have to talk a little about Rüzgar because he gets on my nerves like no other turkish character in a dizi. He's so trashy, so morally bad, he's tepid. There's something in him that stinks more than Tuğçe, and Tuğçe is not a good person too with her futile characteristics (I didn't forget that she framed Bora). But Rüzgar? Rüzgar stinks of male fragility, male pride, male disservice... there's lots of feminist terms to describe how he's just a şerefsiz.

Good news! Apparently, Belma hanım will be good friends with Ada's aunts, it's about time! I mean, I like the idea of both their families being cool with each other, it makes Ada and Bora even more perfect for each other. Another thing I have to confess, all that plot of Nergis trying to have a "night" (if you know what mean) with Aslan and instead Zafer and Belma having their own, I laughed a lot. Normally I don't see any fun in those types of scenes in a dizi (it's the way they do, too prudish to be really funny, at least in my view), but in Baht Oyunu's case they weren't SO modest as to show a woman clearly wanting to have her way with her tiny husband that is not seen as a beauty (probably I'm blind by my established love for this show).

I'm still not very comfortable with Yasemin and Evren being attracted to each other. I mean, he looks gay and maybe he's bisexual, but probably the writers didn't put much thought on that as Turkey is not a country known by it's LGBTQIA+ acceptance (and he looks kind of mean too, Ada is not stupid as to easily accept her aunt with this guy). Now, Ali and Selin is a couple that I ship. Ali is SO sweet and Selin fell for him easily without restraints, it's something new around here I think, at least based on my experience with the diziland.

I think Ada and Bora were so cute together! We always see Ada scheming to get her way in any scene, but this time we saw Bora scheming to get his article (that he chose Ada to write). He even decided to create a whole couple argument with Ada just for the plan and I confess that sometimes Bora is the hilarious one. Ada makes a lot of faces and talks a great LOT at too little of time, but Bora sometimes says or do some things with Ada that get laughs on me. THEY SHARED A BED!!! How can I forget that, I just can't. They shared a bed for two nights and were very happy sharing it while it lasted (they probably spooned each other all night), what a glory it was! Now, at first, Bora decided that he would go with Tuğçe for this Sevgi hanım thing, But Ali dared Bora to go with Ada to prove Bora's point of not being running away from her because he's in love with her. Bora accepted the challenge and made me forget about it for almost half of the episode, even he forgot about it (he probably loved being in a "relationship" with her).

I know there's other things I want to say but I slept almost all day and somehow I'm still tired, so that's all for now!

PS: Oh, there's another thing.

YES RÜZGAR! LEAVE, LEAVE ALREADY! DO HUMAN KIND A BIG FAVOR AND LEAVE EARTH! WE'RE BETTER OFF WITHOUT YOU.