#this silly ass haircut they gave him

[goldtowhite]

"so i should wait until you finish that before i ask for a rematch?" nathan actually has no intention on asking for a rematch because his pride is perfectly fine, but he's also not opposed to one either. the very definition of neutrality and just going with the flow. "oh, good question," he says brightly, leaning against the bar counter as he thinks, taking a sip of his drink. "karaoke, maybe? especially if they serve drinks and food. i have very fuzzy memories of it, but i've been told a noraebang in korea is never quite the same after i leave."

    humming  in  thought,  beau  took  the  long  island  iced  tea  from  nathan  with  a  grateful  nod.  she  took  a  sip  from  the  straw,  savouring  the  familiar  mix  of  flavours  before  responding  to  his  question.  ❝ they  worsen. ❞  she  admitted  with  a  chuckle,  taking  another  sip  of  the  cold  beverage.  ❝ it's  all  fun  and  games  until  i  try  a  trick  shot  and  end  up  knocking  over  someone's  drink...  or  hitting them  in  the  face  with  the  stick.  it  can  get  real  embarrassing  quite  quickly. ❞  yeah,  it's  happened  a  lot  of  times  before.  ❝ what's your  embarrassing  drunk thing? ❞

[scoliosisgoblin]

not sure what possessed me but I drew two oc's going at it last night at like 3am

[eccentricallygothic]

Pairing: Dom-Boyfriend!Pedri | Brat girlfriend!You.

Warning(s): D/s dynamics, m!dom, f!sub, power imbalance, Pedri is mean, face slapping, allusions to spanking, blow job, dumbification, humiliation, hair pulling, bondage, allusions to throat fucking, dirty talk, possessive!Pedri, daddy kink, sir kink. Minors do not interact. 

Your cheeks were flush and they stung from the strikes your face had received by the back of your boyfriend's hand due to talking back after doing everything in your power to tick him off. Your eyes were glossy and clouded with lust, lips swollen and mouth agape as you peered up at the male through your lashes. 

“What?” Pedri challenged you, one side of your head trapped in his fist by the hold he had on your hair. “You got something you wanna say to me?” Your form trembled from where it was on all fours between his bare and toned legs, your freshly spanked ass on full display since he had torn your slutty shorts off the moment you had been made to enter his apartment to be punished into compliance. “Well?” His voice was firm and harsh as his darkened eyes glared down at you from where he sat on the couch.

“N- No, sir…” You choked out, your exposed boobs -owing to your torn up tank top- pressing into your arms that Pedri had tied in front of you with what was left of your shorts. 

“That's what I thought” his blunt words only added to the hot tingles in your pussy and you felt more arousal bubble out of your needy hole. “Now come here and do the only thing you're good for” you were led to his angry cock by the clump of your hair he had coiled around his fingers. You stuck your tongue out obediently and gave kitten licks to the girth of his cock.

“That's it” your face dangled to the side when his fingers connected with your face once more. “See? Everything is so much easier when you're face first into my cock like you are meant to be” two of his fingers rudely intruded your mouth and you moaned at the feeling of your lips stretching around them, the cavity submissively tightening itself around them and sucking them clean of your precum that had covered his hands during your spanking which had included your poor throbbing pussy. “Not trying to be a smart mouth or anything and just serving your purpose by getting your pretty trap fucked stupid by your Daddy” your cunt blinked at his condescending words. 

Your ill behavior had started off as a joke when he had gotten his Euros win haircut and mustache a couple days ago. You would complain and bully him, tell him you didn't recognize him anymore and he wasn't your Pedri, tease him that he had lost his attractiveness and that you planned to run away the first chance you got. Since he knew you were just a spoilt, all talk brat, your boyfriend had ignored it and taken it in good humour until today when you had simply gone too far. The two of you and some of your friends had met up for lunch and a few minutes in you had began to babble about his hair to your company. But Pedri had still been lenient as well as patient. He knew you well enough to know if wasn’t coming from a bad place. And so when you hadn't been able to pull a strong reaction from him like you had been wanting to all this time, you had begun to playfully flirt with Fermin, going so far as to joke about moving on with him.

That, Pedri could not have.

And so here you were now.

Disciplined into submission by your Daddy.

“S- Sorry, sir…” You spoke with difficulty when he dragged his fingers out of your mouth and pulled them all the way down your bottom lip, giving you a swift smack when he was done. 

“No you're not” he knew you too well. “But you will be by the time I am donw with you.” Your jaw ticked and your cheeks squished against his muscular thighs when he pushed your head down on his cock. “After all, that's what Daddy is for, right?” Your flared nostrils tickled when he bottomed out in your mouth and his pubes touched your soft skin. “To wisen up his silly little girl” his words and the flex of his fingers across your face were tender. But his intentions weren't. 

And as Pedri unplugged your mouth to angrily shove his heavy balls to be sucked at in your mouth while angrily pumping his cock in his fist, you knew your poor throat had a long night to go.

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i have been meaning to do this ever since the haircut omg! 

[shakespearean-dream]

TW!!! — blood, scarring and mild body horror ahead 🥲

benny’s turn!

before i start i wanna clarify i hesitated a bit on posting this because lovely mutual @vor-leser just posted his benny interpretation (go look at it and follow him btw), and idk if we like mind melded or smth but our human benny’s are super similar LOL. i damn near scrapped the whole thing out of fear someone would get mad at me but i Would Not be able to start over and get this done ever so this is as good as we’re gonna get. 😭 my apologies niko love u /p

this has been like a full 7 days in the making 😭😭 the art block that i felt coming on while doing ellen and ted hit me like an optimus prime sized semi truck this week along with a depressive episode so i definitely appreciate that happening and i am not upset about it at all! /s i’m totally good so don’t worry or anything /gen, mental health is just weird and i also wanted to explain the gap in my posts 😔

i do not know how to feel about this drawing if i’m so fr with you; i’m proud of myself for AM-ified benny cause i think i got the slowly rotting from the inside out primal freak energy down pretty good, but on the other hand this feels kinda empty?? i usually have a lot more commentary squished in here but i think my brain’s a little fried 🤦‍♂️ i love drawing me some beautiful buff men though so drawing normal ben was familiar territory. however his wack ass haircut i gave him is his punishment for being a PRICK!!! go sit in the corner and think about ur actions benjamin.

like ted n the rest of the sillies i’m not straying too far from canon with his personality, he’s an ass and a murderer and a hella smart dickhead who desperately needs to be punished by the universe (thank you for that one AM). hot take i did not like his “redemption arc” in his game scenario and i don’t think with how he was throughout the entirety of his life (and also throughout the game, main example his inner dialogue) he would actually go out of his way to help the kid because he means it??? n prove he changed to the guys he killed cause he means it??? i dunno maybe AM torturing him made him have a main character “omg i’ve been in the wrong this whole time!!1” moment like the game suggests i’m just not buying it 💀 i’m sure it’s just cause bennys scenario couldn’t be too long and they couldn’t fully flesh him out which i won’t fault the game makers for. i’m a steven universe fan, i know what time constrictions can do to a plot and redemption arc 😭 looking at you white diamond…

his wife n kids are up top and they’re kinda neat to me— i was considering the hc that part of the reason manya (his canon wife) left him is because she realized she was a lesbian which would be funny as fuck considering benny’s also One Of Them Queers 😭. i think during the brief times he was home and able to parent his daughters they got really scared and tired of him, one because he’s just a very threatening powerful and overbearing man, but also because i feel like he would’ve been on their ASS about everything. grades, extracurriculars, friends, wardrobe, this guy was micromanaging his family to an annoying extreme (ofc because of his perfectionist complex). he probably loved manya and the kids in his own weird way, but it was more contractual to him than any real personal relationship. maybe he inherited that from his own parents?? i doubt he ever talked to them after he moved out.

that’s about the end of my thoughts on this fucker. 🥲 funny storyyyy i just remembered i have laundry to finish so im gonna go do that, lord help me. thank you for reading all this if you did!!!!! we’re over halfway through so who do yall want next? wanna save AM or nimdok for last? i’ll see u guys later :]]]

[moonspirit]

Aruani definitely talk to their cat.

The current scenario I am thinking off is Annie being sick one day, and when Armin gets back home he finds the cat crawled up with her on the couch (Annie is sleeping)

Donut, (their cat cause what else will Annie name it) notices it’s other owner returning and jumps off the couch to great him, and Armin picks him up stroking behind his ear “did you take care of mummy like a good boy today? Did u take care of her for me” (the answers is yes cause cat hugs always makes Annie better)

This totally happens, anon xD

Wouldn't surprise me if Aruani adopt Donut as a stray kitten and she grows up in a highly verbal (Armin) and expressive (Annie) household and adopts a mix of both worlds. Silly parents waking up too late and breakfast is now 2 hours late? Meow the fuck out of the room and throw and angriest pout/glare she can muster. Silly parents being nosy? Ask for privacy while also having a claw in their clothes so they don't really go away (it's okay if they're 20% "there").

That said, Donut is a very responsible cat! Annie sick? Donut is given instructions by the Boy Parent and she sure as hell makes sure Annie eats those peas he made for her! Armin overworking? Donut is given w a r n i n g s by the Girl Parent and you bet your ass she's there to slap Armin in the face if he so much as touches a pen. (Annie also gives her permission to rub her butt and sprawl all over Armin's papers with her claws out. Works.)

Tho you know what the funniest thing would be? If aruani are FIGHTING and all the communication happens through Donut.

"Tell your father he shouldn't wait for dinner. He can eat the boxed lunch his female coworker gave him that he didn't refuse because he's so nice."

"Tell your mother she doesn't have to tell me she doesn't like the haircut. Hahah. I already know she prefers Connie's haircut to mine..."

"... Tell your father this has nothing to do with the haircut."

"Tell your mother I love her but I understand she doesn't have to love me back..."

"Tell your father to stop being so dramatic."

"Tell your mother she's-"

Donut stalks off. RIP. Born a cat, used as a pigeon.

[cyberdragoninfinity]

Well now I'm sending an ask for Primo :V

WOOOOO i think primo will be the last one i do of these for now.... im running outta juice 🥴 but for peemo.... i will go to the ends of the earth ⚔

Why I like them/why I don’t: HE'S...MY... COMFORT CHARACTER!! *TELEKINESIS THROWING EVERYTHING AROUND THE ROOM* primo is just... really the kind of character that makes me insane thinking about him. what if you were a robotic clone of an old man's young adult trauma and you were also an archangel from the future but God didn't really like you very much and you also constantly beef with your coworkers, one of which is a child, and theyre both also you. what if you wanted to fulfill your purpose and die so so so bad. what if you had a KICKASS SWORD. WHAT IF YOU WERE A KNIGHT BUT ALSO A MOTORCYCLE. WHAT IF YOU SOUNDED LIKE SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG. EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM IS BONKERS. IT'S GREAT. HE'S RIDICULOUS.

What I like about their appearance: like. it's a very cool design. and it also sucks ass. his hair is so fucking stupid. his heeled boots have turned so many people's brains into complete mush. slash neg. he is literally italian flag colored. i love his freaky robot ass. i think my favorite feature of his is the aforementioned awful haircut and also his edgy red eyes. <3 computer bring up the image again

Do I prefer their dub names or original names?: im more 'can go either way' with lesterlucciano and jakobjose but Primo is Primo Forever to me. placido is Fine but i do think for once the dub gave the character an even more fitting name. though god knows at this point i barely call him by his name and instead a bunch of goofy nicknames like he's my pet. peemo. peem. pipi.

OTP: well my silly goose ass fucked around and got attached to a nicheship (yuseiprimo) (highsidershipping) (you know it's dire when You Named the Ship.) so here i am. i just like them a lot. accidentally got a crush on my maddening human rival and now i must swing a sword around about it. theres so much AU slow burn in my brain about them

NOTP: if you ship him with lester im coming out of your closest to attack you like we're in goddamn monsters inc.

OT3: yusei/primo/antinomy goes pretty hard, i can appreciate it. yusei and two guys who cant stand each other but have found themselves potentially unwaveringly loyal to him. it's a bit of the yuma/shark/vector type deal.

Favourite card they use: OF COURSE IT'S EMPEROR WISEL but especially after it absorbs Stardust DRagon and has the freak ghost dragon sword arm thing going on.... it's so cool that they made a Wisel card that's inspired by that i love when the card game does that.

Favourite moment they were in: A.) when he got cut in half. because holy shit. but more importantly B.) when he's gloating about his stupid robot army in that warehouse and Jakob calls him to yell at him about going against the plan and Primo is just looking away from Jakob's monitor like a dog that just got busted digging through the trash. this may be one of the funniest ygo screencaps im not kidding

Least favourite moment: all of that STUPID SHIT with team catastrophe and the stupid hook card that makes you crash your bike and all the scheming he did that ended up deleting akiza's powers. MISOGYNY. AND ALSO JUST KIND OF DUMB.

Something I associate with them: so much. cinderblocks. insane angel imagery. grey pitbull. wolves. wild boar. ceruledge. iron valiant. Cry For Judas. this genre of post.

[sayosweeti]

Silly headcanons i’ve developed after making my own davesport designs (mostly hair related) cringe warning i guess:

• Jack used to be a hairdresser before freddys, he used to spend a lot of time doing wacky shit to his hair and had a brief depressive period when his hair started falling out after his resurrection

• The humans in the dsaf universe have no visible noses rather their nasal passages are covered by a layer of skin (think snakes ears). Jacks nose skin rotted away thats why i draw him with a nose hole after he dies

• Dave has a really sensitive scalp but thick ass hair, he prefers to brush his hair after a shower but even that can be too much. He prefers having Jack brush his hair because of the comfort afterwards even though it can hurt more (not that Jack isn’t careful, it hurts no matter what)

• Jack has a clown wig for emergencies

• Dave does not trust hairdressers (they gave him a buzzcut once when he went in with the biggest knot known to humankind)

• Jack thins Daves hair and gives it shape, though he doesn’t cut it much shorter than Daves preferred length.

• Every time its haircut day its like trying to coax a dog for a bath but Dave does enjoy being pampered.

[rararazaquato]

chapter 2 is coming. here's makoto and kurumi.

a lot of design notes under the cut, both about these guys and the nda detectives

yuma was specifically given a little facial hair because, in the canon of the fic, he's been too busy to actually shave. however, the out-of-canon reason is that my art style is so chibi cutesit that it makes everyone look a bajillion years younger than they actually are. yuma's design is already a little young-looking despite most evidence in-canon pointing to him being an adult, so i wanted to give him that extra signifier of being a grown ass man.

the longer hair is also there for the same reasons - he hasn't gotten it cut for a while, and the bowl cut made him look childish.

because i have chronic same-face-syndrome, i put yuma and makoto in the same pose to emphasize that they are, genetically, the same person.

honestly, makoto's design versus yuma's in-game really makes it clear just how much a haircut and outfit change can make a character look older. with makoto wearing a suit and having hair that isn't in the perfect shape of a bowling ball, he looks a lot more like a young adult with a babyface. because i feel like he doesn't need the extra age signifiers (and because i feel like he'd want to differentiate himself from yuma more), i didn't give him the facial hair.

the "looking less like yuma" angle is also why he still bleaches and grows out his hair.

i like to think makoto starts taking better care of himself postgame, so i made his hair a bit fluffier and softer-looking to show he's actually been brushing and washing it. i mean, come on. canon makoto ily but you look like a greased-up yorkshire terrier.

i also gave makoto curtain bangs because girl... you have a forehead the size of the moon. i'm also a member of large forehead gang so i understand you pain but still.

makoto's outfit is actually loosely based on an outfit i own irl! i have a hawaiian shirt with similar colors (albeit a different pattern) and blue swim trunks with red lobsters on them.

makoto probably sunburns really easily, both as a result of being pale as fuck (yuma also has this issue) and being a homunculus (he won't die in the sun, but it does result in a mild allergy). so just imagine he's always lathered in sunscreen.\

mentally, makoto is the same age as yuma (so 20 when this fic takes place) and kurumi is 19 (i headcanon she's only a year younger than yuma). chronologically, they are both about four years old. #justhomunculusthings

i changed kurumi's hairstyle because her canon one is stupid. like why does she have two skinny ass braids hidden in her coat. give her those long luscious locks.

she's wearing disposable gloves to protect her hands, and almost all of her clothing is specifically designed to reflect uv rays.

you'll notice the inside of kurumi's mouth is actually a different color than any of the master detectives. that's the homunculus baby!!!

i gave her an ahoge because i hope she gets the protag treatment for the next game. also i hope she and shinigami become girlbesties and also that shinigami gets the fuck over herself. um ok now time for design notes abt the other people. artwork here if u didn't see the og one.

desuhiko actually does turn 20 in the timeframe of the fic. his birthday party is a future chapter.

he gets knockoff heelys in the upcoming chapter bcuz i think he'd enjoy them. but he got them flippy floppys in the meantime.

fubuki got a new hairstyle because i think she would be a bit more loose and silly as she starts going on more adventures.

her and vivia actually have two birthdays between the time i headcanon raincode to take place (march 2XXX) and the fic (july 2XXX+1). so while yuma is 19 in mdarc and 20 in usf, fubuki is 21 in mdarc and 23 in usf (and vivia is 25-27)

yes, that is ibuki mioda on her shirt.

i'm actually scared of needles so halara's earrings get a redesign. they get new ones in the upcoming chapter as well.

their outfit might be mostly long sleeves, but the jacket is lightweight and breezy and the jeans have wide legs, so it's actually nice and cool.

just realized this outfit is primarily yellow with some red and blue acccents. i can't believe i reinvented sollux homestuck. i'm sorry halara baby i didn't mean to compare you to an ugly bitch like that (this is a joke i actually like sollux)

vivia's outfit is inspired by the stupid shit i would make in the sims before i discovered custom content. i feel like he'd be a sims girly.

your guess for why yuma got facial hair due to never shaving while vivia, who is infamously too executive-dysfunction-riddled to leave the fireplace much less shave, has the skin of a newborn baby is up to you to interpret. possible options include (un)fortunate genetics on either/both of them, he is trans and hasn't started/doesn't intend to start t, or he just pays halara to do it for him.

actually i do think he pays halara to help him out with things when the chronic fatigue/executive dysfunction gets too much to deal with. fubuki will do it for free but also she is kind of bad at being helpful as a result of being fubuki.

aaand time for the general headcanons section

every single one of these characters is some flavor of neurodivergent. halara and kurumi are autistic, desuhiko has adhd, and yuma, makoto, fubuki, and vivia have both. i'm sure some of them also have other neurodivergencies but those are the two i'm most familiar with so those are the two that worm their way into my headcanons.

not a single one of these characters doesn't have ptsd. like i'm sorry but you cannot live through chapters 4 and 5 of rain code and not be mentally ill afterwards. most of em also have a few other mental illnesses because i love projecting on fictional characters <3

vivia's also got some sort of chronic physical illness (my personal headcanon is pots), and makoto sometimes uses a cane. yuma should sometimes use a cane but he has the bodily awareness of a fucking peanut and thinks it hurts everyone to walk.

yuma's gonna realize he's any pronouns nonbinary someday, but that won't be for a hot minute. makoto is the same, but he's a lot closer to that realization than yuma is. both are also bi, as is kurumi.

desuhiko is the resident kodakaverse problematic bicon. there's always one of em!

fubuki is a lesbian. "oh but she confesses to yuma in her final gumshoe gab!" well as i said before yuma isn't a man. it's a bit confusing to her because she doesn't know that yet but turns out she's just got that Sense where she can tell that yuma isn't exactly cis.

halara is nonbinary (obviously, that's basically canon) and pan

vivia is somewhere on the aroace spectrum (both out of general lack of interest and because sex and romance are physically/mentally straining) but he's generally gay-aligned.

[hotcat37]

LATER THAN USEAL MOODBOARD DELIVERY 4 MY BELOVED POKÉMON LOVING MOOT HOTCAT!! :33

*🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁*

(Bojere! Pokémon cafe date cuz their very silly N adorable like them N that vid of Jere singing the Pokémon theme in Finnish got me out of writers block so yippee :D) get urself a fluffy blanket N ur fave snacks cuz I’m here 2 tell the story of the date that got our dear Bojci 2 propose 2 his man after waiting 4EVER 2 find a good time 2 pop the question: It had been almost a whole year by now since Bojan finally quit chickening out N asked the man with a weird haircut N a laugh that made his knees buckle N released a million butterflies straight 2 his stomach 2 be his boyfriend that memorable night which still comes back 2 him in his dreams even now,the man he was taking out on one of the last dates b4 he could hopefully call him his fiancé.The man in question was clad in one of Bojan’s various sweaters,same one he wore when they first made out wayy back in Tavastia after everything was done N the then brothers N maybe something more headed back 2 Jere’s 4 the night,a bouquet of dandelions in one hand which he hid behind his back till Jere saw the ever so familiar figure of his extremely gorgeous boyfriend.As soon as their eyes locked everything felt lighter,almost as if time had stopped right there so he could feel his Bojci’s lips on his own 4 however long the bowlcut adorning Finn wished,breaking the kiss only 2 catch some air N whip the large bouquet of dandelions from behind his back 2 give 2 his rakas (Bojan straight up lifted Jere N spun him around a few times cuz of how much he loved not only him but the gift he had been hiding all this time 🥰) putting the shorter man down N feeling him giggle into his chest,their hands intertwined N walked into the Pokémon cafe that Jere had been yapping on about 4 months.Finding their booth that Bojan had booked a week prior (while Jere got distracted by a set of Bulbasaur N Squirtle plushies that decorated the seats next 2 them which gave our lil Bojci time 2 check if the ring box was still in his pocket 4 later which he totallyyy didn’t check atlest 10 times tyvm :3).Meanwhile both men ordered N flirted 4 what felt like an eternity,staring deeper into his bby boos Disney princess esc eyes which made him almost forget why he chose this place 2 pop the question,as if his fragile ass nerves would let him tho.One by one their food was delivered with Bojan’s Rowlet shaped grill cheeses coming first then Jere’s Pikachu themed pancakes following after + the twos drinks,Jere’s being a Bulbasaur inspired hot chocolate with ALOT of foam N Bojan’s was an Evie themed latte with just as much foam as his boyfriends if not more (that kinda got all over his noise so Jere had 2 lick it off cuz yk he would but it’s not like Bojci’s complaining if its his beautiful,hot asf darling of a man doing it ☺️).When they both finished their meal N left the cafe Jere saw a stand filled 2 the brim with all kinds of flower bouquets in every colour,ribbon style U could think of,that was when Bojan knew he had 2 do it right there N then seeing how his soon 2 be fiancé’s eyes light up N how his smile could split his face in half if it was any bigger just by seeing the huge display made him stop questioning if he rlly wanted 2 marry the man who’s hands were pulling him with all the force he had 2 the stand so that’s just what Bojan did,as Jere turned 2 show his rakastani a beautifully decorated pink N yellow tulip bouquet he found it was on the floor as quickly as it was picked up,the sight narrowed 2 only the view of Bojan on one knee holding out a very expensive gold ring with two gems engraved into it,one pink N the other green when it all fell into place.HIS gorgeous,amazing,wonderful,lovely Slovene was asking him 4 his hand 2 set the promise of belonging only 2 the Finn forever in concrete,ofc he said yes N then they both cried into eachothers necks while hugging as if everything up until now would all disappear in a blink of an eye except the only thing that disappeared was then into a field close 2 the town where they could rlly set that promise in concrete if yk what I mean.

BOJERE POKéMON DATE THAT'S SO CUTE!!!!! The Rowlet grilled cheeses look fcking delicious ngl I would killll to have such a date with someone I love <3 The proposal too aggh they're too adorable!! I love how Bojan indulges Jere in his interests and them running off into a field together at the end is so sweet :') ❤️❤️ Thanks so much for the lovely moodboard and story as always 💚

[azureintrigue]

FEAST MODE

I don’t know give me all the headcanons of any character you want go Pookie

Do u have a sixth sense for when I wake up OH MY GOD. Right now I am on my measly phone on measly 18%. So forgive if some of these HC’s are a bit rough or the formation is weird.

Today, Frost particularly tickles my fancy.

Look at her and that goofy haircut. So silly.

- You already know this one, but I headcanon her as Wasian! Specifically French on her dads side and Taiwanese on her mom’s. It just seemed to fit her. I also gave her the name Hsiao Han. She grew up with just her mom in France until she was orphaned at seven or eight, and found by Kuai Liang.

- Frost always wanted Kuai Liang’s approval. She’d never had a father figure, but he did not seem to have any intent on filling that gap for her. As a child, she couldn’t help but wonder why he took her in if only to raise her as a weapon. Kuai Liang thought he was doing what was best, giving an orphan a home. Frost felt used.

- She thought then, that it was her ranking. If she could just become something more than a ninja he had to order around, she could receive the attention, affection, and validation she wanted so badly. So, she set her sights on being the next Grandmaster. By any means possible.

- Her ending is so bland and lazy, and i fucking mean that. Not once did she EVER want to coat the world in a winter wonderland, and the Cyber Lin Kuei operation was just a means to get acknowledgment, it literally debases her whole character and makes her a stock villain. Lets be real, she’d go more of a Kung Lao or Sindel route. She’d want to be praised and her efforts be seen. She’d want something that feeds into her confidence and desire for recognition, not a world of ice and snow with a bunch of robots.

- Can’t draw for shit. But she can sing, and she can embroider and sew. Not that she’d ever admit to that last one. She refuses to be delegated to patching up clothes.

- There’s like a blank space where we have no idea what she’s doin’ in the canon. So i head canon during that time she joined up with the Black Dragon. After all, she was seen fighting Cassie in one of their operated fighting rings???

- A bit of a klepto. Not like diagnosed or an actual psychological problem, but yeah she’ll just lift things from people. Pens, things she likes, never heirlooms though. She has a base-level respect in that regard.

- She can’t remember her mother’s face, only her death, and it bothers her deeply.

- Even though Scorpion nearly killed her when she ambushed him during that peace meeting, she actually…doesn’t hate him? He recognized her skill enough to not pull a single punch. She only resented Kuai Liang in the whole situation.

- She knows all the gossip, but doesn’t actually spread it. No, she collects it and then investigates to use as blackmail on people.

- Her room is a mess. Not with dirty clothes or dishes but just…messy in general. Like damn girl how do you know where anything is. She does have a big ass, soft ass, queen sized bed in her room also.

Ok i am on 14 percent my phone is holding on for DEAR life so I am gonna end this here but THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS I LOVE HC DUMPING

[aritamargarita]

i'm a bit late but i noticed u posted abt how everyone started having dreams about raven. well a little under a month ago i had a wack ass dream about the angsty punk bitch and it was so strange i literally could not fathom what the fuck had happened to me or why my subconscious brain had concocted this vile mixture of brutal murder and sheer ridiculousness. (the rest of this message is copied and pasted from alessia and i's DMs because i was so bugged out i don't think i could retell the story as well as i originally told it)

SO THERE WAS THIS GUY THAT I FOLLOWED THAT HAD TWITTER AND HE WENT LIVE (on twitter???) AND HE WAS TALKING ABT COMIC BOOK CHARACTERS? ah shit sorry im yelling. so anyways he was talking abt comic book characters and he was getting all the facts wrong

and then raven (who irl loves comics) joined the live and then he got mad and started swearing at this random guy, and threatened to burn his house down and kill him- because he was getting all these facts wrong

and then out of nowhere raven said "i'm gonna give you a shitty haircut and make you look like vector from despicable me so when people find ur body they'll know it's me. and they'll know just how despicable i am" and the guy was like "alright, bro ☠️☠️ who's grandpa is this? 😭"

so then i was watching the news and they found this body in the forest with a silly ass haircut that made him look like vector from despicable me, but nobody knew who it was? they were like, "omg, who would do such a terrible, horrible, despicable thing? 🥺🥺" so i tried to report raven to the police but when i called them, they arrived instantly to my house

and there were two cops, some random guy, and the second one was RAVEN, i was like "WTFFFF" and then he KILLED THE OTHER GUY IN FRONT OF ME AND GAVE HIM THE STUPID VECTOR HAIRCUT, then he walked over to me and tried to choke me to death, and then i woke up?? 😭😭😭

at least i got to see raven in a cop uniform and have him choke me so i guess it wasn't all shitty

HII UR OK

THIS DREAM WAS CRAZY FROM START TO FINISH. somehow why is raven cursing someone out abt how all the fax are wrong???? he one of them ppl who dox LMFAOOO. he's like the chuu pfp(?) people i fear

THAT DESPICABLE ME LINE IS KILLING ME YOU DONT UNDERSTANDI M IN HYSTERICS. he actually gave him the vector haircut my god. AND COP RAVEN GOT ME KICKING MY FEET ARF ARFFF & the fact you got choked….con😭😭😭grat😭😭😭😭ulations…😭😭😭

[m1ckeyb3rry]

First of all AYO THEME CHANGE??? Waittt I’m loving the gold accents it looks so clean and classy!!

The chin shot is actually my villain moment like hello???? Ok but the thing is like his hair COULD be worse like in terms of drawing it shouldn’t be all that different from shidou Barou or even zantetsu…like cmon there’s just a bit of shape tweaking but if all those artists on twitter can do it surely the animation studio can….smh they’re really just keeping us in suspense

FRR I remember thinking how well all the feather details were done in the animation too like….I remember playing the rio version of angry birds too HAHA

No definitely….like a good art style definitely helps with attention grabbing but if the story is really ass or not my style I won’t hesitate to drop it LOL

Sweetheart asshole and years of pining go hand in hand LMAOO truly the ultimate trope honestly there’s just so much potential for angst and sweet moments with it and opportunities for making things complicated and intricate and multilayered shshsgsjsj

OHHHHHHH that explains a lot actually. There’s no way I’d ever see bakugo and Karasu having anything in common except for gravity defying hair maybe….heah the gravel plus the like weird in between pitch of where his voice sits really throws me off but yeah maybe if we hear him say something other than “you schmoes” it’ll be better LMAO I’m lowk about to go do the same thing and rewatch with the dub just to see how everyone sounds now I’m curious

OK GOOD LMAOOO because I literally could not think of anyone else who I thought would fit the criteria lovable jerk nagi is so real his sassy moments that are still so like…nagi-like in nature are my favs LOL him just saying with a straight face “why do you suck” LMAOOO

Wait that’s so real though if he just hadn’t pissed off everyone he would’ve just breezed through everything LMFAOOOOOO like you just tripled your workload my man….emo Reo so true I think I only fully enjoy him when he’s finally doing things on his own so like up to manshine vs bm where nagi calls him back (smh)

LMAO ITS A STRUGGLE there’s lowk some scenes of Isagi that look >>>>> but HAHAHSGAHAHAH IM CRYING THE HEIGHT COMMENT so true compared to most others in bllk he’s sooooo short it’s so funny

I remember Barou looking very weird at first LMAO truly got the npc villain treatment until he joined isagis team

Ok also did you see the recent chapter LMAO

- Karasu anon

YESSS I FINALLY GAVE IN AND CHANGED IT hehe i rlly like the gold too!! it’s so bright which after having a darker theme for a while feels so refreshing 🤩 and yay that’s the vibe i was going for!!

no fr his hair is not any worse than barou’s gravity defying nonsense…i think it makes sense for the background shots that he’s not there because if you dim/blur them enough then yuki hiori and otoya can reasonably look like npcs because they have v basic haircuts but karasu’s haircut just screams “relevant character” KDJFJDK but yeah that chin shot was so evil…like wdym everyone else gets full torso shots at least and karasu only gets his bllk icon??? TARGETED (also wait slightly unrelated but the day that isagi’s “he’s a villain 😰” line abt karasu gets animated i’m going to laugh so hard because like karasu is just a silly dumb baby pls 😭) maybe they’re trying to build him up as someone scary?? he’s kinda the main antagonist of third selection (alongside shidou but in a diff way) and isagi’s main opponent in the game especially because he picks out isagi to bully so they’re making him rlly mysterious and scary 🤔 also idk there’s some scenes of him in the background of the last ep in season two and they did not do his hair justice LMAOAOAOA also it being blue in the anime throws me off so bad because i am a black hair/purple eyes karasu truther so him being a blue + blue combo is so ugh to me…like TAKE THE BLUE + BLUE COMBO AWAYYYY FROM KANESHIRO!! wdym kiyora isn’t going to have the burgundy plus dark hair anymore it looks so good and now he’s just another blue haired blue eyed emo 😭💔

RIO ANGRY BIRDS WAS MY SHIT omg i loved angry birds when i was younger…convinced we are the same person actually like the amt of link ups we keep having is crazy

reading manhwa is insanely hard there truly are so few good ones…like how are there a bazillion manhwa out there but none of them have the exact trope i want?? i need the creativity to come through asap because some of these artists are wasting their hard work on the most boring midtier formulaic stories EVERRR 😭

i actually would recommend the dub solely because there’s a lot of jokes (mostly from nagi and chigiri) that the sub doesn’t have so it adds a much more humorous vibe to it!! like there’s a specific scene which i don’t remember being in the sub version that i literally had to rewind where barou is yelling at nagi in the background and he’s like “don’t talk back 😡” and NAGI LITERALLY JUST MOCKS HIM LIKE “dOn’T TaLk bAcK 😒” FJKSJS I LOST IT…they definitely decided to follow the spirit of the interactions instead of going for word for word translations so it feels like everyone’s a lot sillier!! there’s actually a lot of isagi sass too which made me like him much more than i did 😭 if you do end up watching keep me posted abt your thoughts 🫡 i think imo best dub voices in terms of fitting their characters have to be niko, anri, and reo ☝🏻 i actually also really liked that they made chigiri sound more masculine because it made him feel like more than just “girl insert of bllk” which is how a lot of people in the fandom tend to see him (side note rewatching the show helped me remember i love chigiri i just don’t like chigiri fans HAHA)

YESSS i think the only one that could’ve worked would be rin kind of?? considering i started bllk for him and wrote cherry tree abt him…i feel like i got on the nagi train way too fast though so rin never got to be a fav for very long 😩 and yes nagi’s lovable socially awkward jerk persona is sooo >>> i think he stands out because unlike most lovable jerks his delivery is so deadpan that you don’t even register he’s actually a shithead until much later 😭 like so many people don’t realize that he is the one talking the most trash CONSISTENTLY forget abt karasu otoya barou rin and isagi (i mean isagi def has him beat on field but off field he’s nice so it doesn’t count) NAGI is the true asshole of bllk 😰 like wdym he pulls up to a game and asks barou if he’s been practicing kneeling?? THAT IS VILEEEE but he just says it so 😐 that it’s just like oh okay…forgetting this man is a gamer like yk he has evil shit stored away in the back of his mind that he just doesn’t release because he’s apparently a “pacifist”

i love reo in epinagi the most i think!! mostly because we really see his true personality show there and he’s actually just dramatic (him crashing out while talking to zantetsu will never not be funny) and a show off but he also is such a sweetheart?? i need team v reo back NOWWW that’s def his best era 😭💔

there’s some panels/scenes where i get the vision but tbh sometimes in his rlly good panels he just looks like an off brand rin 😭 like if i’m going to like one of them it would just be rin atp because canon rin is actually hilarious and would probably lose it if you rightfully call him emo so i could def make it work in at least a humorous context 🤩 meanwhile isagi would just be like “what does emo mean ❔ do you mean EGO ❔ wait…let me adapt to this…” jkjk but also am i 🤨

no they literally did barou so dirty that i was genuinely surprised when he came back?? like right before the game against team v when isagi goes to ask barou for help i was like “wtf why is he here” because i thought he was just going to be a baddie of the week that was never shown again fsr 😭 as soon as he joined isagi’s team he glowed up though!! and he’s been getting better and better in the manga (him in u20 and bm vs ubers 🤤)…honestly barou best character because why is every single duo he’s in iconic?? like him and isagi, him and nagi, him and aiku, etc it’s insane he just has an amazing dynamic with every character he interacts with 🤩 to the point that i think he’s the only character who’s had an actual meaningful dynamic with his nel coach too!! not that he’s aware of it LMAOAOA but barou + snuffy is leagues better than isagi + noel noa, chigiri/reo/nagi + chris prince, bachira + lavinho, and rin/shidou + loki

YESS I DID!! mini nagi and karasu appearances 🥹 it’s been so long since we saw nagi in the manga so even if it’s just in isagi’s imagination it was nice to see him mentioned LMAOO also erm my “get rin therapy” thoughts from the u-20 match still hold true HAHAHA like yes it’s good for soccer but this whole berserker thing cannot be good for his mental health 😭 i’m excited to see what happens in the next chapter!! ik a lot of people think the title means rin is going to surpass isagi so bad that they’re no longer rivals but idk if that would quite make sense to me?? like it would just feel odd idt one goal/one chapter would be enough for rin to feel as though he’s crushed isagi well enough for them to not be rivals anymore…personally hoping that it’s referencing a kaiser and isagi team up because that feels like it’s been foreshadowed more/feels more natural imo (like the enemy of my enemy is my friend kind of vibe) plus it would be nice if like their final game is the whole team working together even if it’s begrudgingly 😰 but who knows i will trust kaneshiro on this one!! i haven’t rlly been majorly disappointed in anything with bllk yet (mostly just the way people read/analyze it) so i have faith it’ll cook

[heyyyharry]

Happier

(inspired by happier by Olivia Rodrigo)

Word count: 2.4k

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

Part 1: Drivers License

Part 2: Deja Vu

A/N: I edited the original lyrics to match the POV :)

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Harry had come up with a thousand scenarios of how this day would play out. Actually, he’d been thinking of this day since the moment he’d received the news. He didn’t dare to hope that she’d say yes to coming back for a sequel. He’d been sure that they would write her character off, give a lame excuse for how his love interest could not make a return and make his character forget about her completely to move on with a new girl in town. It would have been great if it was that easy in real life. Once someone was written off the script, they were gone for good. Real-life relationships were not that simple. Goodbye didn’t mean ‘never see you again’. You would still share the same friend circle and social bubbles, and it was worse when you two worked in the same industry. Harry didn’t know how he’d lasted a year without running into her, not since the Grammys.

“Didn’t you two date?”

“No.” Harry shook his head, but his eyes stayed glued on Y/N from across the room. She wasn’t looking his way, too busy saying hello to everyone else. “No,” he repeated, more to himself than to his co-star. “We didn’t.”

“But she wrote an entire album about you,” said the other twin. What was her name again? Lulu?

“Luna!” cried her sister, Lex. “You can’t ask him that!”

“No, it’s okay,” Harry said with a tight smile, slightly annoyed by the blonde twins, but he didn’t want to seem like an ass on the first day of filming. “And I don’t know if it was for me. You should ask Y/N.”

“Ask me what?”

Harry flinched when he looked up and saw Y/N padding towards them. She hugged the twins, who seemed way too excited. Harry guessed they were Y/N’s fans. They gave off crazy fangirl vibes, probably just pretending not to know the drama to interrogate him. He couldn’t blame them for assuming he was the villain and definitely could not blame Y/N for portraying him as one. It was more important that he knew who he was and how much he had changed since his last relationship. Maybe they could finally be friends.

“Were they bothering you?” Y/N asked him once the twins had left.

Harry nodded. “They’re your friends?”

“Oh, I met them last year on tour. I’m surprised you don’t know them. They were on Disney.”

“I don’t watch Disney,” Harry admitted with a smile. “Well, not today’s Disney.”

“Understandable.” Y/N nodded and bit her lip. She seemed guarded with her straight back and hands hidden behind her. She eyed him up and down, quite subtle yet noticeable. “How have you been?”

“Pretty good,” he said, nodding slowly. “You?”

“Yeah, but mostly tired because of tour.”

“You’re done?”

“Yup, last night was the last show.”

“Nice.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Nice?”

Harry blinked. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No.” Y/N giggled. “You still sound very...you.”

“Well, shouldn’t I?”

“Yeah, you should. But it’s been a year so…I mean, you haven’t changed much.”

“Right,” he said lowly, his eyes falling to his feet. Harry supposed he should say something else, perhaps bringing up another random topic to discuss, but all he could think about was what had happened between them. Things had been messy, hadn’t they? How could they go back to before that? Before her first song about him. Before he’d chosen someone else over her.

Or he could talk about her new relationship. She’d been in a happy relationship for almost six months, right? No wait, hadn’t they broke up two weeks ago? He wasn’t sure because he hadn’t been catching up. If they’d broken up, he’d sound like an ass to even mention her ex’s name. He should just stay quiet.

“I’ll see you later?” she said, gesturing at her stylist who was waiting by the door.

Harry could ask her right now -- the reason she’d agreed to film the sequel to their first movie together. He’d heard from a very reliable source that she’d specifically asked her agent to decline any project that he was in. So did this mean they were good? That she didn’t hate him anymore? He could have gathered his courage and got the answer right then…

“Yeah, see you.”

...but he didn’t.

And so she gave him a smile and a little wave, then happily returned to her stylist.

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“See you tomorrow, Y/N!”

“See you, Annie!” Y/N said as she put the rest of her things into her tote bag. Her new driver had got her schedule mixed up, and so she had to wait here for another half an hour. She was in no rush. It had been a light first day, and she’d had a fun time getting to know the new cast members and catching up with old friends.

She sat on the sofa in the lobby, legs crossed, texting her best friend about her day. She’d purposely left out the short off-screen conversation with Harry, and her best friend didn’t even bother to ask. In their world, he didn’t exist, and his name was censored in every conversation like a curse word that was even worse than ‘cunt’. Nevertheless, she didn’t hate him anymore. She was doing just fine on her own, being busy with her career, and she’d been in a happy relationship after her fall out with him.

She and the guy, a model, had broken up two weeks ago due to long distance and some differences that they could not change. They had ended on good terms and decided to stay friends. They said you could only stay friends with your ex when you still had feelings for each other, or you had never loved each other that much in the first place. For her, it was probably the latter. Her previous relationship had been more platonic than romantic, apparently. So she had nothing but the best to say about him.

As she was going through her camera roll, just reminiscing about the past, she heard footsteps approaching and looked up to find Harry. He offered a smile and gestured to the spot beside her on the sofa. “May I sit here? My ride is late.”

“Yeah, sure.” She hurriedly scooted over.

“Good job today,” he said. “You were great.”

“Thanks, so were you.” She smiled, and they both looked away at the same time. This was so awkward. She hated small talk. She’d never had to have small talk with Harry. Conversations with him used to be so easy and natural and silly. Whatever this was, it wasn’t them.

“Can we just be normal?”

At first, Y/N thought she’d been the one who’d said it, so when she realised it’d been Harry, she was speechless.

He swallowed and sat a bit straighter, still not looking at her. “I don’t want us to be weird and awkward.”

“Okay,” she said.

He cleared his throat. “Wanna try again?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay, not to sound like an ass but when Joey kept forgetting his lines, I was so pissed off, I could throw a chair at the wall.”

“Right?!” exclaimed Y/N, feeling free to have finally broken out of her shell. “Like, he doesn’t even have many lines. I know he’s new but damn...you can’t get far if you don’t learn your goddamn lines.”

Harry shook with laughter. “Oh God, we sound like dicks, don’t we?”

“Maybe.” Y/N laughed, covering her mouth. “But you know what? We can’t be nice in this industry. It’s impossible.”

“Shhh, if someone heard this, we would be into big trouble.”

“Oh please, I’ve had worse articles written about me than ‘Y/N speaks facts about her lazy co-star’.”

Harry tossed his head back and cackled. “The worst one I’ve got this week was ‘Harry Styles hates therapists.’”

“What?!” Y/N gasped. “No way! That’s so stupid!”

“Right?” Harry rolled his eyes. “I could get all my therapists to speak up for me but I’m kinda immune to bullshit now.”

“Therapists? Like plural?”

“Yeah, one in every city.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah.”

Y/N rubbed her hands onto her legs. “Rough year?”

Harry’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he leaned back. “You have no idea.” Then he swept his hair out of his eyes, sucked in a breath, and finally looked at her. “I wish I could have talked to you, though.”

She bit her tongue, knowing what she was about to say next would disappoint her best friend so much, but she had to. “So do I.”

Harry looked taken aback before his lips curled into a smile. “It’s silly, isn’t it? I haven’t talked to you in a year, and I feel like I know everything that’s happened to you except that I don’t.”

What he’d just said might make no sense for most people, but Y/N knew exactly what he meant. She nodded and wetted her lip. “You only know as much as everyone else does.”

“Yeah, I got updates on you from the news and our friends.”

“Same.” Y/N smiled back. “I hate how they write articles about your new haircut but not mine.”

“I like your new hair colour.”

“Thanks. I like your new car.”

Then they both burst out laughing. It was fun and also a little bit strange that Y/N didn’t feel the same anxiety talking to him as she used to. It must be because they had grown and were now meeting again as better people.

“Damn, my ride's here,” Y/N said as she read the text from her driver. “I gotta go now.”

“Oh, okay.” Harry stood up and followed Y/N to the entrance. “Hey, just wondering--”

“Yeah?”

“Am I...am I still blocked?” He looked a bit flustered as she tilted her head and squinted her eyes. “On your phone. Because I remember you having my number blocked--”

“I unblocked you on your birthday.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah.” Y/N shrugged. “I should’ve sent you a happy birthday text but...I didn’t want your girlfriend to get the wrong ideas.”

“My ex.”

“Yeah, I know.”

They smiled at each other one last time before saying goodbye. Y/N knew it was silly, but she was hoping he would go after her.

Ding.

A notification popped up when she was in the car. She was almost home, and it was from Harry’s number. He’d sent her a link with a message that said, “Hope you like it :)”.

Curious, she tapped on it and was directed to an audio file titled ‘Track 5’. The upload date was last year. About two weeks after their short conversation at the Grammys.

Hurriedly, she fumbled inside her bag for her iPods and put it on before she pressed play.

“Hey, Jeff, I couldn’t sleep so I wrote this song. Listen and let me know if it should go on the album.”

Then came the piano intro. It sounded good, so Y/N wondered how it hadn’t ended up on his last album.

But when he started to sing...

We ended a while ago Your friends are mine, you know, I know You've moved on, found someone new One more guy who brings out the better in you

And I thought my heart was detached From all the sunlight of our past But he’s so nice, he’s so funny Does he mean you forgot about me?

Oh, I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

And does he tell you you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen? An eternal love bullshit he might not even mean Remember when you were with me I meant it when you heard it first from me

And now I'm pickin' him apart Like cuttin' him down will make you miss my wretched heart But he’s charming, he looks kind He probably gives you butterflies

I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better

I hope you're happy I wish you all the best, really Say you love him, baby Just not like you loved me And think of me fondly when your hands are on him I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

The song was for her. He’d written it when her new relationship had gone public. Y/N sat there, staring blankly ahead until the honking of a car tore open her inner peace, and reality came crashing back in. The driver dropped her off at her house. Instead of going inside, she stood on her front steps and replayed the song one more time. When it ended, she decided to text him: Why didn’t this make it to the album?

She didn’t know where he was now, but it showed ‘typing’ in less than a second, as if he’d been waiting in their chat since he’d sent that link.

You would’ve hated me, Y/N.

True, she replied. Still, I would’ve loved the song lowkey. And added, I love it btw.

He took so long to type that it was driving her crazy. She flopped down on the concrete stair with her phone clutched in her hands, her heart thundering against her ribcage. Anxiety popped like a balloon when his message appeared: Were you happier?

She reread it again and again.

No.

I wasn’t either, he responded. I kept getting deja vu.

Ha, nice reference.

That song is my guilty pleasure. Love listening to you roasting me on loop.

That last message made Y/N bury her face into her palm and giggle like a fool. She thought for a second and wrote: I could come roast you in person now if that’s what you prefer. I think we’ve never had a proper roasting.

Can we meet, Y/N? Or are you busy now?

No, not busy.

Great, I’ll pick you up.

Just tell me where, she responded with a smile on her face. I got my drivers license now :)

[obeydontstray]

Ficlet WIP

gauging interest in this before I write anymore. Please leave comments if you happen to read this and are interested in reading more! Set sometime during season 3. Jim Hopper X original male character. Pointless smut is pointless. Smut smut under the cut cut. TW: harsh words, dirty talk, anal, blowjob, standard maleXmale smut warnings. 

“Long time no see, cowboy.” Allen greeted when the bell over the door rang and in walked a familiar face. 

“Hey Allen, can you squeeze me in?” Asked the handsome man with the unkempt beard.

“Hmmm, could you have bothered to call me in the last month?”

His visitor looked quickly around the room to make sure they were alone. 

“I’m not gonna out you, Hop. I don’t want to ruin your reputation with the ladies.”

Jim Hopper looked sheepish as Allen motioned at his barber’s chair. “Let me work some magic on that beard. Need your hair trimmed too?” Hopper nodded before he sat down. 

“About not calling, I’m really sorry…”

“I know you don’t want to be a thing. We aren’t boyfriends, we’re friends with benefits. But fuck man, you can let a guy know you’re alive at least. You getting so much pussy you forget about me?”

“No, there’s just been these things going on with work, and the kid you know. Having a kid again is quite a thing. I don’t know how to deal with teenagers. Especially teenage girls.”

“I have one myself, remember? I can give you all the parenting advice in the world.” 

Hopper sighed. “I’m really sorry, man.” 

“Not every customer here gets a haircut, shave and blowjob from yours truely.” Allen laughed and it made Hopper laugh too. 

Allen began cutting Jim’s hair. “You’re starting to look wolfish. I kinda like it, but you look better all cleaned up.” Allen said as he heavily tattooed arms and hands worked. “I see some greys, your kid driving you crazy?” He teased. “Something like that.”

The two men held quiet conversation between them as Allen cleaned up Jim’s beard. The tall, slender man moved to straddle and then sit on Jim’s lap, getting up close and personal with the bigger man’s beard. “Every customer get this close of a shave?” Jim quipped as Allen ground himself on Jim’s lap. 

“Just the ones that fuck me silly once in a while.” Allen replied as he brushed away the trimmed hair from Jim’s neck and gently ran his teeth over Jim’s Adam's apple.  Jim’s big hands moved to grasp the tattooed man’s ass. “You up for a little play? I can lock the door and shut the curtains.” He purred. 

“You still a cocslut?” Jim asked deviously. “You know it, baby.” Allen replied as he pulled a condom package from his pocket. “You made an appointment and I figured we could tack on a dick appointment while we’re at it.” He teased before he climbed off of Hopper and strode to the front of the shop.

The shop went dark when he closed the curtains and Jim heard the flip of the open sign to closed. “There, now we have the place all to ourselves.” Allen said as the lock clicked. 

He walked back to Hopper’s form and he let the height down on the chair. “Now, shall we start with the usual?” He asked, tugging on Jim’s belt. “Take your gun off, there’s only one on you that I’m interested in.” Jim grinned and undid his belt, shuffling it and his gun off and sat them on the counter in front of the mirror. 

“There we go..” Allen cooed as he began unbuttoning Jim’s pants as he palmed the man’s growing erection. “I never get tired of seeing this big cock.” He added as he pulled out Jim’s cock and gave it a few rough tugs. “Mmm mmm, get naked first.” Jim said, batting Allen’s hands away. 

“You need a show?” Allen asked and Jim nodded and piece by piece Allen pulled off his Aerosmith tshirt and skin tight jeans. “No underwear, god you’re a slut.” Jim taunted, knowing that Allen loved the insults. The tall, lithe man bent over, his own impressive cock hanging erect between his legs. He took Jim’s cock and began teasing the head with his tongue. 

“Don’t play with me, suck it like the whore you are.” Allen grinned up at him and kissed him hard on the mouth. “You kiss nice ladies with that filthy mouth, Chief?”  “Nope, just you.” Jim replied as Allen let the back down on the chair. It sunk backwards, laying Hopper back as Allen began sucking him in earnest, hand working over what his mouth couldn’t cover. He hummed and groaned as he worked Jim over. 

When Jim commanded, Allen moved until his ass was by Jim’s arm and Jim smacked it while Allen sucked him. Wetting his thumb, Jim traced Allen’s tight hole before sinking it in. Allen stopped to moan loudly around Jim’s cock. “Don’t stop, cock sucker.” Jim commanded.

[dimplepinchneat]

i literally love walter white so much the word love is an understatement the absolute autism driven obsession i have with him is like nothing i've ever experienced i feel like i could puke and cry and shit my pants and throw up and kill myself and die thinking about how i get to see him again in less than 24 hours it's like my husband has been off at sea for 14 years and i get to see him for the first time tomorrow i literally want nothing more than to see more of sad pathetic little man walter white and his stupid stupid mustache and terrible terrible haircuts and silly ass beige outfits and ugly little car. it's making me sick to think about. i've been sitting here tearing up for 30 minutes because i was going to go to bed and then i realized that when i wake up ill be going to work wheree ill be when the episodes start airing and ill probably forget not to check social media because i wont know what time it is and ill be bored for 5 minutes and ill see him and then ill have a complete mental breakdown at work like a teenage girl in the mid 2010s that just heard one direction was breaking up for the first time i dont know how im going to handle even though i sort of try to hide the fact that i'm deranged about walter white in my day to day life im still not very good at hiding it and i dont know what i would say if someone asked me what was wrong. i spent 6 hours uninterrupted last night listening to hundreds of songs to make another highly curated playlist about him and i spent hours today trying to work on my (SECOND) doll of him and then i spent even more hours redoing my phone homescreen to be walter white themed i feel like im going absolutely balls to the wall insane i can't handle this the buildup in the past week has driven me so crazy that i dont even know how im going to act evem if i dont get """spoiled"" because i'm already out of control and beyond unhinged and it still doesnt feel like i'm dedicating enough of my time and energy to this terrible demon of a fictional middle aged man like it still feels like it's building up inside of me like bong residue. btw i'm fully prepared for him to have like a 1 scene cameo and not be that important to the plot like thats not going to shock or disappoint me in fact i'll still probably throw up just as much or something. in fact iom being dead serious rn i hope he isnt there for more than 5 seconds because i don't know how i['m going to cope if he is. i feel like i'm looking at the light at the end of the tunnel like im not gonna make it and my soul is going to burn and im going to be dead. i think if i was dying a month ago and you gave me one wish i would hjave been like i want to know more about walter white pre-pilot. i won't make it much longer after tomorrow i think i might just cry myself to death or something equally insane. this isn't a flex btw this is a cry for help i do not like him a normal amount i like him an extremely abnormal amount

[ptergwen]

heartbreaker

warnings: angst, swearing, drinking, and smut OK WOW

summary: never have i ever with your ex and current boyfriends is an interesting experience

a/n: excuse me for taking such a long ass time on this but super big shoutout to whoever requested it for being patient <3 i’ve been trying to write what y’all would actually be interested in so don’t be shy tell me what you want to read!! also italics are flashbacks and as always i hope everyone enjoys hehe

-

“never have i ever...” harry purses his lips and looks around at your table, “cheated on schoolwork. successfully.” everyone easily takes a sip of their beers, except harrison. you snort and tilt your bottle to where he’s sitting across from you.

“haz, how are you the only one?” “because this div used to copy all my shit in year eleven, and i’d be the one to get in trouble for it.” he elbows tom’s side, tom nudging him back. “should’ve turned yours in first, bro.” rolling his eyes, harrison bends the rules of the game by sipping his drink.

their silly bickering makes you realize how much you’ve missed hanging out with the boys like this. it makes you realize you how much you’ve missed the boys in general. the last time you even saw tom, really saw him, was for a catch up lunch. you had to rush it because he was in between onward press junkets.

before that was the day he left to film cherry, almost a year ago. it’s not at all something you like to remember. dwelling will just set you back, and you’ve come too far to let that happen. as far as one can go when the person they gave their whole heart to breaks it.

now you have luke, and tom has anyone in the world he wants. it’s a new relationship. you’ve only been seeing luke for about three months. you met him while buying some post-breakup ice cream. he randomly started a conversation with you on the line. you bonded over your hatred for chocolate and ended up trading numbers. since you’re slowly getting more serious, you invited luke to the pub tonight.

the meet the friends stage is an important one, and it’s not often that one of your closest would be available for it. tom’s thoughts and opinions still mean a lot to you. you’ll always love him, even if it’s not in the same way you once did. you know he’ll always love you right back. that’s why he did what he did in the first place. that’s what he told you, at least.

you spot luke searching for your table in the pub not too much later. sitting up straighter for him to see you, you wave him over. none of the boys knew that he was coming tonight, so you’re a bit nervous about what they might say. you just hope they’ll like each other as much as you like all of them.

“hey, y/n.” luke leans down and kisses your cheek. you smile up at him, scooting over in the booth to give him room to sit. you’re in between him and tom now. it’s pretty metaphorical if you think about it. “hi. good day?” “yeah, and super busy. i’m luke,” he reaches out his hand for any of the boys. harrison gives him a friendly shake. you haven’t noticed the way tom has been looking at you this whole time.

it’s like he wants to say something, but he’s biting his tongue.

harry shakes luke’s hand, then tom. he uses a firm grip paired with his signature lips pressed together smile. “good to meet you, man. what do you do again?” “i’m in journalism, so mostly chase people around all day.” tom clicks his tongue in a way that sounds like he approves. you’re not exactly sure what’s going through his head at the moment, but it seems to be good things so far.

“he’s just taking the piss. your writing is seriously amazing, luke. don’t downplay it.” you lean into the arm he outstretches across the back of the booth. he lets his hand move to your shoulder and pulls you in closer.

tom stares down at the floor. his leg bounces next to yours, one of his nervous habits you’ve become familiar with. picking up on his brother’s mood change, harry clears his throat to change the subject.

“let’s keep playing never have i ever. we were enjoying that earlier.” “great, i’ll go get everyone another round,” harrison volunteers himself and takes off for the bar. that was obviously his way of escaping the sudden awkwardness that came about.

you tap tom’s foot lightly with your own, making him look up at you. “doing okay over there?” “‘’m fine. my jetlag picked a bad time to act up, is all,” he lamely excuses himself and shifts the tiniest bit away from you.

you’ve seen jetlagged tom plenty of times, and this isn’t him. something else is clearly on his mind. you’d call him out on it and have a heart to heart, but it isn’t your place to do that anymore. you’re both still adjusting to the whole friends thing. it’s going to take time to get back to how close you were, especially with different boundaries in place.

harrison comes back with fresh beers and sets them down on the table. each of you grab one. tom immediately chugs half of his without bothering to wait for the game to continue. you’re not in the mood to watch him act like this, so you turn to face luke. that only encourages him to drink some more. harry is the one who steps in and pulls his bottle away.

“easy there, alcoholland. you gotta save some for when we play.” “right.” tom wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes already glossy. this isn’t how tonight was supposed to go.

“speaking of,” harrison starts, overly cheerful to make up for the way his friend is behaving. “it’s my turn.” “go for it,” you force a smile at him and swish the beer around in your glass. “this’ll definitely be good. never have i ever gone skinny dipping.”

the heat that rises to your cheeks gives you away before you can take a sip. with a shit-eating grin, tom snatches his beer out of harry’s hand. “gonna need this back, baby bro.” you shyly pick up your drink, tom and harrison being the only others who are guilty. harrison clinks his glass with yours, then you’re both gulping down your poison.

luke playfully raises his eyebrows at you when you’re finished. “i’m sorry, y/n, but i have to hear this story. you went skinny dipping?” cockiness absolutely oozing out of him, tom cuts in. “we went together, actually. i can help her tell this one.”

you spare everybody the explicit details of what happened, but it isn’t hard to guess them. tom is thankfully mature enough in the moment to not reveal much. now that luke knows the story, it feels like there’s tension between him and tom. he’s just too nice to let it show.

taking notes from tom, you impulsively finish off the rest of your drink in hopes of clearing your mind. you earn looks of concern from everyone except the man of the hour. he’s enjoying messing with you.

“that was a fun night, huh?” tom smirks at you. you close your eyes and rub your temples. sensing how off everything is, harrison leaves the table again to get you another drink. he sure has a talent for that.

you’re not sure why tom has to be such an ass tonight of all nights. you’ve already told him about you and luke before, actually he was the first person to know. he should’ve expected to meet him at some point. maybe then, his coping mechanism wouldn’t be getting drunk and making both of you look stupid.

“you okay?” luke nudges your shoulder with his hand. you give him a tight lipped smile. “yeah. sorry about all of that.” “no, it’s fine. i’m a big boy.” he glances over at tom, who’s poking harry’s cheek with a spoon. jesus christ.

harrison brings over another beer for you and a water for tom. you take your drink and push tom’s over to him. he decides to be immature and drops the spoon to switch your glasses. drunk tom is a child.

“are you serious right now? you need to learn when to cut yourself off.” you switch them again, taking a sip of your beer before tom can take it from you. he huffs and drinks his water like you said. you’re only doing this because you care about him. he’s probably too gone at the moment to understand that. if he’s going to think you’re a buzzkill for helping him out, oh well.

“so, babe,” luke makes a point to stress the word, “how about you do the next round of the game?” he leans into you again. you still haven’t taken your eyes off of tom.

“sure,” you agree absentmindedly. “um, never have i ever...” tom smiles lazily at you when he notices you’re looking at him. you forgot that drunk tom is also cute, but you’re not supposed to think that way anymore. not about him. you clear your throat. “never have i ever given myself a really bad hairstyle?”

everybody takes a drink this time, tom finishing his water. you’ve styled your hair in so many awful ways so many times, but only one comes to mind. it’s technically tom’s fault.

-

“come on, y/n/n, let me do it. i’ll even say please. please?” tom all but begs you for the third time. you look up at him from your phone to see him making puppy eyes at you. saying no to those is physically impossible.

you’ve been on hold with your hair salon for almost half an hour trying to make an appointment. they’re normally never this busy, but you really need to go. a person can only let their ends become so split.

for some reason, tom decided he wants to be a hairdresser today. he keeps offering to cut your hair for you instead. you’re not so sure you trust him with scissors, but he won’t stop asking about it unless you let him try. plus, this could be interesting.

you end the call with a sigh. perking up, tom grabs your hands. “so? that’s a yes?” “don’t make me regret this, tom.” he pulls you off the couch by your hands and leads you straight to the bathroom.

“should we wash it first? i think that’s what they do.” he turns on the sink, then goes into the shower to get your hair products. you lean back against the counter and watch him set up. you’re starting to feel kind of nervous about this. tom is usually good at everything he attempts, but something as permanent as a haircut, you’re not sure about.

“relax a bit, darling. you’ll be fine.” tom ruffles your hair with his fingers, making you crinkle your nose. “if it looks bad, no i won’t.” “it’s just hair.” he gets a towel off the rack and drapes it around your shoulders. you look at your hair in the mirror one more time, then lean back so your head is under the faucet. “you’re the one who uses a bottle of hair gel every day.”

“anyways,” you can hear the eye roll in tom’s voice. “let me know if the water’s too hot or too cold.” “nah, it’s good.” he opens your shampoo and squirts some into his hand. “see, i know what i’m doing.” you hum in response, tom’s fingers combing through your hair to make sure it’s wet enough.

you lift your head up from the water so tom can do the shampoo. it feels good, like you’re getting a massage but on your scalp. tom notices your small smile as he eases you down to rinse it out. “enjoying yourself?” you open an eye to see a smug look on his face. “for now, yeah.”

after all the shampoo is gone, tom starts with conditioner. he pulls all your hair to one side and runs through it with a brush a few times. you’re honestly impressed he knows what he’s doing. he must have learned from watching you do your own hair. he puts in the conditioner and twirls a loose strand of hair around his finger, letting it sit for a bit.

“i’ll admit it, you’re actually good at this,” you reach up and poke at his chest. tom pokes your cheek back, then gathers all of your hair again. “mm, thanks. you should let me do your hair for you more often.” “that’ll depend on if you can cut it.” with a chuckle, he lets the ends of your hair fall under the water again.

your hair all washed, tom helps you stand back up. he takes the towel from over your shoulders and uses it to scrunch your hair up. it falls over your face. you know he’s trying to do it so it stays in place, but that’s not what’s happening.

“i’ll do this part, babe,” you laugh to yourself and flip your head over. “pfft, yeah, i was totally gonna try that next,” tom jokes, searching through a drawer for scissors while you wrap your hair. he opens and closes them before dropping them on the counter.

“wanna sit? i don’t know how long this’ll take.” “oh, god. sure.” tom easily lifts you up by your waist and sits you on the counter. you giggle a little at the gesture. he’s full of surprises today. “there you are, m’lady. let’s get started.” he takes the towel off your head and squeezes your hair out with it one more time. pouting, you grab a few strands. “i’ll miss you guys so much.”

”stop it, i’m not even cutting that much off,” tom groans and stands in between your legs. you put your hands on his shoulders. “that’s the plan, but knowing you, you’ll end up giving me, like, a mohawk.” “you think i know how to do that?” your legs wrap around his waist, scooting yourself closer to the edge of the counter. “i hope not.”

tom wraps an arm around your waist and gives you a wicked smile. you probably should’ve asked him to section off your hair so he could cut it evenly, but it slipped your mind. he splits your hair in half the best he can and picks up the scissors. you’re facing him, so you can’t see what he’s about to do in the mirror.

“i’m gonna count to three, okay? one, two, three.” tom takes half of your hair and starts cutting it in a straight line, which is already a problem. it ends up creating this weird zigzag look that can’t be saved by just him. he realizes his mistake after he’s already holding your hair. “oh, shit..” he puts down the scissors and covers his mouth with his free hand. your eyes go wide. “what? what did you do?”

“i- i, um, we can fix it,” he tries, backing away before you freak out. you hop off the counter and turn around to see what happened. it’s long in the back and too short in the front. how did he mess up this bad in not even two minutes? you gasp and touch your disaster of a haircut.

“tom, what is this? it looks... i don’t even know what to say!” you spin back around, pointing at your half cut hair. he winces when he sees it again. “i’m so sorry, y/n/n. i thought-“ “no, you didn’t! you thought nothing! your mind literally must have been empty.” you sit on the floor with your head in your hands, tom crouching down in front of you.

“look at me, darling.” he puts a hand on your back. you scowl up at him. “it’s really not that bad. you’ll figure out a way to make this work.” “you’re so helpful,” you mumble, leaning your head forward so it’s resting on his chest. you’re being dramatic. he was trying to do something nice for you, and it’s not like this was on purpose. tom rubs circles on your back, you nuzzling your cheek into his shirt.

“should i leave the other side, or would that be worse?” “i can do it for you.” “absolutely not.”

-

“i could only wear my hair up for months because of you,” you laugh to tom, warming up to him again from the memory. he puffs some air out of his cheeks with a smile. “be happy you didn’t ask for bangs.” “that’s because i’d never be able to pull them off.” tom messes with your hair so it’s over your eyes, you pushing his hands away with a breathy laugh. “not true.”

luke shifts in his spot next to you to remind you he still exists. you glance over at him and move your hair out of your face. “um, what was yours?” “i dyed my hair orange once. ginger definitely isn’t my look,” he jokes. it seems like he’s just trying to compete with tom now. you muster up a small chuckle for him anyway.

“tom, you haven’t gone yet,” harry points out, picking up his glass. tom considers the fact for a second. “true, but it’s not much fun if i don’t get to drink. can i get another since i’m behaving?” he juts his bottom lip out at his brother. harrison lets out a long sigh. “mate, i really don’t feel like getting up again. take a break.”

you slide your beer over to tom without a second thought. “you can share mine.” he looks at you like you said something wild. “are you sure we should do that?” he’s clearly referring to luke and how he might take it. at this point, it doesn’t matter to you. luke has been acting off since you started playing, and you’re not going to let him ruin your time with your friends.

you shrug your shoulders and tap the glass. “i’m the one who suggested it. drink up.” he hesitates, but takes it.

“ok, never have i ever gotten kicked out of somewhere.” harrison shakes his head and harry rests his chin in his hand, bummed he can’t drink. luke raises his hands up in surrender. that leaves you and tom. you know exactly what he’s thinking about right now. he takes a sip of your beer and hands it back to you, you finishing off the rest of it.

-

tom brought you to a super fancy restaurant for date night. it’s one of those places that has their own dress code and mood lighting. here you are, sat across from him in your most uncomfortable pair of heels and picking at course three of your meal; a bland salad. tom isn’t thrilled with it either, so you don’t feel too bad.

you rarely get the chance to go out for dinners like this because of tom’s ever-growing schedule, so you’re giving this place a try to make up for it.

“i wanna ask if they have dressing, but i’m scared i’ll get yelled at,” you murmur to tom, stabbing a piece of lettuce with your fork. he bites his cheek. your look of disgust makes a giggle slip out of him. “try holding your breath so you don’t taste it,” tom suggests, fiddling with a button on his jacket to stall from eating.

you take a big gulp of water in hopes of cleansing your tastebuds. tom looks at you from over his cup, doing the same. it’s so hard to take this seriously. “i know you wanted to take me somewhere nice, baby, but this kinda sucks.” you whisper the last part. “you’re right. i’ve heard great things about their dessert, though.”

“we’d find out if they didn’t take five years to serve us every course,” you laugh a little too loud at your own joke. an older woman with diamonds around her neck shoots you a glare. tom finally cracks, joining in your laughter over the situation. your waiter comes back at that moment, and he’s less than pleased by the behavior from both of you.

“is everything okay over here?” he asks sharply. “we’re, uh, we’re fine. thank you,” tom hides his laugh with a cough and makes an overly serious face. your waiter places a check on the table. “we didn’t ask for this yet,” you tell him politely. “i’ve heard several complaints about you two throughout your meal, so i’m going to have to ask you to leave.” he explains, handing you a pen to sign the check.

tom’s fake serious face is now a real serious face.

“you can’t-“ “let us pay for what we had, and we’ll be on our way.” you take tom’s arm from across the table. he would’ve pulled the ‘do you know who i am?’ card without you stopping him. your waiter walks away and goes to serve someone else.

“i can’t believe they’re kicking us out. this is so unfair,” tom complains, but gets out his wallet. he grabs the pen from you to take care of everything. “to be fair, we were being pretty annoying. we didn’t even like our food,” you try to reason.

tom does his signature and leaves money on the table. he’s going to be sulking about this the rest of the night. you stand up with your arm still linked in his and walk him over to the exit. he squeezes you closer to him on your way to the car.

“that was disappointing,” tom speaks again once you’re in the car. he rests a hand on your thigh. you put yours on top of his. “and funny. the only thing is, i’m still hungry.” “yeah? how about we go for burgers?”

you’re in the mcdonald’s parking lot eating your second dinner not too much later. it’s a lot better than your first. your heels are kicked off, your feet on the dashboard while you and tom eat and listen to your favorite songs.

tom steals one of your fries and shoves it in his mouth, sticking his tongue out at you after. that earns him a flick from you. “you have your own fries, weirdo!” “yours taste better somehow. here, i’ll trade you.” he lifts the bun off his burger so you can have his pickles. he knows you so well.

“can i tell you something?” tom asks all of a sudden. you stop eating and turn down the radio with a nod. “i know this isn’t as cool as fine dining, but i’m happy we get to have these moments together. wish they could last a little longer,” tom admits to you while staring out the window. you bring his hand up to your lips and kiss it.

“i’ve had so much fun tonight, and every night i spend with you. i don’t care about some gross rich people food. the only thing that matters is is being together, okay?” tom grins at your words, then leans forward and presses his lips to yours. it’s a short but sweet kiss. it’s a kiss that says the words he doesn’t have. “love you, y/n. thank you.” “i love you.”

-

you and tom are doubled over, giggling like kids with your heads bent together. you’re both pretty buzzed from your drink. you try to get yourself together, but he makes eye contact with you and you bust into another fit of laughter. even harry and harrison join in. it’s nice to finally have all of you getting along.

“i think it’s time to head out,” luke announces, moving to get up from the booth. you turn to him and wipe under your eyes. “oh, ok. i’ll text you later?” “you’re not coming?” he sounds more bitter than surprised. “i’m gonna get a ride back with tom when he’s ready to drive. it’s too early for me.”

luke fully sits himself back down and places his almost full glass in front of tom. all the boys are looking at you, but you have no idea what‘s happening. “why’d you do that?” you ask just to him. “i’ve changed my mind. i’m staying for another round of the game.”

you have a bad feeling about whatever he’s going to say. he’s been salty about you and tom all night, as if he didn’t know you’re still friends. it’s not like him at all. not the him you thought you knew, anyway.

“never have i ever,” luke intentionally directs the question at tom, “broken up with the most amazing girl so i could make shitty movies and fuck models. i wonder who’s done that.”

everyone stays silent. you could swear you’ve just been knocked sober. tom gets up from the table without a word, not bothering to wait for harry and harrison to move. he ignores them telling him not to go and steps over them. he’s out the nearest exit of the pub before anyone can stop him. you want to go after him, but you’re stuck in the middle of the booth.

your ‘boyfriend’ put his jealousy before your feelings for the last time tonight.

“what the fuck, luke?”

-

“are you sure you have everything? you remembered all your stuff from security?” you hold tom’s hand impossibly tighter as you get close to his gate.

he leaves today to film cherry in the states. you’re dropping him off at the airport like you always do, but something feels different about this time. it seems like a more permanent goodbye.

“mhm, it’s all here.” tom squeezes your hand back. you stop walking when you reach the sign that has his gate number on it. this is it. the last time you’ll see him for who knows how long? he stands his suitcase up off to the side and moves so he’s in front of you.

his arms are around your neck now, hugging you so close. you wind your arms around him so there’s no space between you two. he rests his chin on your shoulder, letting out a breath. “gonna miss you so much, baby. fuck, i hate this.” “it’s okay, tom. we’ve done it before. we’ll be okay.” you’re trying to convince yourself and him.

he pulls back from you and holds you by your waist. you stay flush against his chest, grabbing on to his hoodie. you don’t trust yourself to look at him right now.

“y/n, i can’t keep doing this to you,” tom says into your ear, his voice oddly steady for such a big thing to say. “doing what? you mean your job?” your fingers play with his hoodie strings. “i’ll be fine. i always am.” “that’s the thing. i don’t want you to just be fine all the time.” he can’t be saying what you think he is. you shake your head against him.

“you should be happy. it’s not fair that i make you settle for less.” “tom, stop.” you move off of him completely, your throat getting tight. “we’ve already talked about this. you do make me happy, even if it’s from another country sometimes. i don’t care.” he takes your hand again.

“this is something i’ve been thinking about for a while, honestly. it’ll be good for both of us.” “i- what are you trying to say?” tears are already clouding your vision. tom lets go of you. “we need to break up, y/n.”

you can feel your entire heart shatter into millions of tiny little pieces. this isn’t happening. not now. not ever. he’s not leaving you so easy.

you’re crying in the middle of the airport for everyone to see, and tom isn’t too far behind you. “i thought you loved me,” you manage to get out. tom chokes back his tears and wipes yours instead, his thumbs running over your cheeks. “i do, angel. i love you so much that it’s hurting me to say goodbye.” “then why can’t we make it work? please,” you lean into his touch for probably the last time.

“because you deserve more. i’m away all the time, and there are things i can’t give you. you deserve someone who’s here for everything.” tom’s fingers trail down to grab your chin gently, you looking up at him with bloodshot eyes.

“i want more for you, y/n.” “i have you. that’s all i want, tom.” neither of you say anything for a good minute. tom almost gives in, you can see it. you whimper when he grabs the handle of his suitcase instead.

“this is because i love you. i... i need you to understand that.” his voice is soft. you wish he could’ve done this way earlier since he was planning on it. “it’s all happening so fast.” tears are dripping down your cheeks and chin. you want to reach for tom, but there’s no point. his mind is made up. an announcement plays through the airport that tom’s flight is boarding.

“i really don’t wanna leave you like this, but i have to go. i’ll call you after i land, okay?” who are you to stop him now? “o- okay. be safe.” tom presses a kiss to your forehead, letting it linger for a few seconds. he puts his hood up and turns around. you watch him walk to his gate. this is the first time he’s left you without looking back.

you start making your way to the parking lot as soon as he’s gone. it takes everything in you not to scream and sob the whole way back. none of this feels right. if you both still love each other, you should be together.

after the longest walk of your life, you get back to your car. you break down all over again.

-

“i’m trying to help you, y/n. it seems like you forgot what he put you through,” luke scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest. you can’t believe how he’s acting. “let’s talk about this somewhere else. sorry, guys,” you smile awkwardly at harrison and harry. harry waves you off. “it’s okay. we understand.”

luke gets out of the booth, you following behind and leading him over to an empty corner in the pub. your smile fades. “that was fucked up, luke. we didn’t end things for his career. you know that.” “not officially, but it definitely helped.” does he not realize how crappy that sounds? like you were holding him back?

“you’re wrong. i told you exactly what happened. everything you’re saying is some weird story you made up in your head.” “then he should’ve said that for himself.” you throw your hands up in the air. “you made him fucking uncomfortable! i would’ve left, too.” luke laughs bitterly. “he’s really good at that, you know. leaving.”

“he did it because he loves me. fuck you for joking about it, like it wasn’t something that took me a really long time to get over. it’s sad that my past makes you jealous.” there’s a beat of silence before luke says anything. “do you still love him, y/n?” you both already know the answer. “well?” “yeah. yeah, i do.” you push past him and go out the door tom left from. luke doesn’t bother following.

you’re ready to start searching for tom, but he ends up being right outside. he’s leaning against the side of the building. his head snaps up when the door opens. “didn’t mean to scare you.” you walk over to him. he sniffles and shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “‘s alright. rather you than someone else.” “tom, i’m-“ “don’t apologize.”

“i have to. the things luke said to you were really gross, and i hate that i didn’t stop him.” you take a step closer to him. “you couldn’t have predicted anything he said.” tom gives you a tight lipped smile. “he’s... not the kind of person i thought he was.” “he’s a bit of a dick, to be honest.” you giggle a little at that. you’re just relieved tom isn’t taking this too hard.

“so, he didn’t pass the friends test. i guess that’s okay since things are kind of over between us.” tom finally meets your eyes, furrowing an eyebrow. “why? what happened?” “i cursed him out. said some pretty mean stuff.” he holds out an arm for you. you let him put it around you, instantly settling into his warmth. you’ve needed this.

“you can do better. he seemed too boring for you, anyway.” you shrug your shoulders with a small smile. “i wanted to talk to you about that. i’m not really sure how to say this, so i’ll just... say it.” tom’s heart is beating so fast you can feel it next to you. “yeah?”

you turn to face him, his arm still around you. “i haven’t stopped loving you. this is bad timing because you’re about to go film uncharted, and it’s out of no where, but i thought i should tell you. it might not mean anything now-“ “come with me.” you’re both shocked by each other’s words. you laugh in disbelief, tom nodding to urge you to say yes.

“for real? you want me to go?” “i wanna work on us, and i’m not making you wait any longer. i was stupid for ever giving up. we can figure everything out, and it would only be for the summer-“ now it’s your turn to cut him off, your lips crashing into his. his eyes flutter closed as he kisses you back. he grabs your arms and both of you pull back to catch your breath.

tom kisses you again, this time softer. you smile against his lips. “god, i’ve missed doing that. i really, really love you, y/n.” “i really love you, tom.”

and just like that, he put the pieces of your heart back together.