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Chapter XXI: Baby, What Did You Expect?

summary: it’s the mid tour finale, and of course nothing is as it seems. i’m horrible at blurbs pls forgive me

cw/tags: alcoholism, addiction mentions, probably some improper AA etiquette, angst per usual, lots of tears. gn!reader, rockstar!eddie, estranged lovers, mutual pining, angst

a/n: hehe haha hehe. this is probably my best work thus far. i really hope yall enjoy it, this took a LOT out of me

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January 1991

Steve’s POV

“Pick up, pick up, pick up.” He taps his foot on the linoleum, the buzzing overhead lights causing him to squint through his already painful migraine. Your phone goes to voicemail again, and Steve all but slams the payphone down onto the receiver. “Fuck!” He huffs, turning back down the hall, defeated.

In his room, Eddie sleeps on the hospital bed under a thin blanket. There’s a tube in his nose, but the doctor said the word stable, leaving Steve some time to call you. Not that it mattered. Even if you had answered, what would he have said? Would you even want to know?

–

July 1991

Eddie’s POV

It’s been a whole year since he’d seen you, but there you were. Right in front of him, dancing with a small redhead covered in tattoos, a plastic cup in one hand, the other in the air. He already knows he won’t go over, won’t approach you, or even try to violate your field of vision. But he can’t bring himself to look away from you, the way your shirt clings to your body perfectly, the way your skirt lands right below the curve of your ass, your exposed legs going on for miles. He drinks you in from afar, without caring how creepy it feels, seeing you without your knowledge, It’s day eighty nine, but Eddie turns to the bartender and orders a drink.

–

Present Day

Your POV

It just doesn’t make sense. If Steve had known about Eddie’s problem like he claims, then why on earth had he let him drink himself stupid? Your brain tries to rationalize your best friend’s choice, but you come up with nothing. There is no good reason for what Steve did. Didn’t he pride himself on taking care of his friends?

You sit up as the bus starts moving, preparing to confront Steve before quickly remembering he’s on the other bus. Instead, you find Robin reading a beaten copy of On The Road in the breakfast nook, and drop down beside her, sighing.

She glances up but doesn’t speak, eyebrow cocked as you pout for her full attention. She dog ears her page, making a show of sitting up straight, like a proper catholic girl in class.

“I’m having a dilemma.” You state, refusing to let your voice crack. “I need an outside perspective.” Really, you need someone to tell you what you want to hear, but you can’t say that.

“I’m all ears, babe.”

“This whole thing with Eddie,” You ignore her not so subtle eye roll. “Something’s just not right. Steve knew, y’know, about Eddie’s drinking. He told me himself he’d been aware, even before I was.”

“Okay…”

“But Eddie had been drinking, when tour started. A lot. And Steve definitely knew, because he’d been the one to carry him to bed most of the time.”

“What exactly is your dilemma in this scenario?”

“Why was he watching his friend backslide? Why didn’t he do a fucking thing to help him?” You can’t keep your voice from weavering, and you choke on your breath. “I don’t get how he could claim to care for Eddie, to love him, and let him do that to himself. Not after-” You stop, not knowing what Robin should and shouldn’t know.

“After what?”

“After everything, I guess.”

“Listen to me, honey. Eddie is a grown man, so’s Steve. Sure, we’re all buddy buddy, but when it comes down to it, we can’t always play heroes.”

“What, so we’re supposed to be okay watching Eddie slowly kill himself?”

Robin pinches between her eyes, deep in thought. “No, of course not. But at some point, talking to a wall is gonna get old. But, hey! Eddie hasn’t had a drink in weeks, right? So why the worry now?”

You shake your head. “I guess I’m just nervous. We have a month off, and I don’t know where i’m gonna go. I could go to my place in Boston, or go back to Seattle. I just-”

“You’re worried about Eddie.” For once you’re grateful for how easily she can read you.

“I am.”

“You want my advice? Play it by ear. No one said that you have to stay away from him now that business hours are over. You can afford to reconnect with him, in the real world.” She makes a point, but what exactly is the real world? The world you know is barely real, and the one you’d known before it felt even less so. Sometimes you wish you’d died in the Upside Down, at least then you wouldn’t have known such a profound kind of pain.

–

Eddie’s POV

“Tomorrow night, we play our last show of the first leg of the Freak Show Tour,” Eddie announces to his bandmates crowded around the small breakfast table of the tour bus. “We will rock this house like we have rocked no other, a grand finale they will wish they televised!” The response is various whoops and cheers from his friends, and a small smile from Steve as he stands aside with his arms crossed. “Let’s make sure the state of… uh…” Eddie places a hand to his mouth, stage whispering to Steve, “Where are we?”

“Delaware.”

“Let’s make sure the state of Delaware can’t prepare for what we’re about to give ‘em!” Eddie hollers, and his friends join in as the bus pulls around the back of the hotel parking lot.

–

He swipes his key card as he catches you unlocking the door next to him. “Hey neighbor.” He winks, feeling awfully bold after a long trip without seeing you.

“Hey, Eds.” You send him a smile that makes his heart skip, and he curses himself for being so easily bent out of shape. You and him are friends. Friends with a long, frustrating history, but friends nonetheless. “You ready for the mid tour finale?” He asks, awkwardly shifting to lean against the doorframe.

He catches as your face falls the slightest bit. “Yeah, I guess so. It’s gonna be weird, I think.”

“How so?”

You shrug. “I dunno. We’ve been on the road for like a month now. It almost feels normal. I won’t know what to do with myself when I’m back at home.”

He must be mistaken, but your words sound almost like an invitation, a cracked door. “Where’s home for you?” He asks, ignoring how tacky it must sound.

–

Your POV

It takes a lot to bite your tongue before you blurt, “You,” but you manage.”I uh, I think I’m going back to Boston. Might as well, it’s where we start back up again.” It will be August then, and you’ll have heard for sure whether you’re playing one of the biggest music festivals of the year. You still haven’t told Eddie, and at this point you aren’t sure what you’d say. “What about you? Where are you headed?”

Eddie sucks his top lip between his teeth in thought. “Maybe LA, or I’ll hold myself to my promise to visit Wayne. Depends.”

“On what?” It sounds like a challenge.

“On if I want to face my guilt or keep running from it. Or something equally dramatic.”

You snort, pretty eyes rolling back into your head. “Please.”

“What?”

“Don’t be shitty. Let yourself feel guilty, god knows you deserve to. Visit Wayne, at least for a while.”

“Why does it matter to you what I do?” He doesn’t mean for the words to come out as harshly as they do.

“Believe it or not, Ed, you still matter to me. Very much. And if you let yourself be miserable, we’ll all have to put up with your bullshit when we come back. Do us all the favor. Go home.” You swipe your card again, entering your room before Eddie can respond.

–

It shouldn’t matter. You and Eddie aren’t what you used to be, no matter how hard you delude yourself into thinking you can get back there. That possibility feels long gone, completely unreachable at your current status. You have to settle.

You walk over to the big window in your room, drawing back the heavy shades to reveal the setting sun and city of Dover below. You lay back on the bed, the fluffy pillows soothing you quickly to sleep.

–

A knock on your door rattles you awake. The digital clock on your nightstand reads 11:30 PM, and you groan as you roll onto your feet. Another round of heavy knocking makes you scurry faster to the door.

“What?!” You demand, flinging the door back to reveal a disheveled Steve clad in a wrinkled tank top and linen pajama pants. “Oh good, you’re awake.” Steve shoves past you and into the room without an invite, causing you to spin on your heel to face him.

“Well, I am now! What the hell is going on?”

“I can’t find him.”

“Who?”

“Eddie!”

Good fucking god. “He’s not in his room?”

Steve looks at you like you’ve asked the dumbest question in the world. You suppose you have. “No. He went out. Didn’t seem like he was okay.” Steve holds his face in his hands. “I’ve called all the bars in the area, no one’s said they’ve seen him. He could be on the street somewhere, he could-”

“Okay, enough!” Of course he’s worried, but you’re fed up with Steve’s inability to be consistent. “Where was this attitude a month ago? When he was drinking himself silly before every show, when he would beg for whiskey the mornings after? You let him relapse, and now you’re worried?” You don’t realize you’re yelling until someone next door bangs on the wall, demanding you shut up.

“What are you talking about?” Steve sniffs, lifting his head to look at you.

“Steve, you’d known this whole time that Eddie has a problem. You’ve been letting him indulge in it, doing almost nothing. Now you’re surprised he’s gone out without telling you? Seriously?”

“There is only so much I can do to stop him, Y/n, you have to know that. I had to watch him vomit all over himself while I waited for the paramedics, I had to watch him detox in that hospital bed. Then I had to watch him relapse. Not just last month, but last year. He fell off the wagon after eighty nine days, Y/n, eighty nine. You wanna know why?” He waits for you to answer, but you’re not sure you want to. “Because he saw you at a gig. In New York, last July. He called me that night, told me everything. Told me he was sorry, that he was a waste of my time, all that shit. Made me promise to never try to save him again.” Steve’s in tears when he finishes, and you feel your own start to fall. “I have kept my mouth shut because I promised, but I worry about him every day. Well, until lately. He’s been so much happier, and there’s no use even arguing why that must be. But he’s not your responsibility either, I know that. It’s not fair of me to be putting any expectations on you. I just thought you might know where he is.”

You drop onto the mattress beside Steve, resting your head on his shaking shoulder. “I think I might know where he is. We can’t go there, though.”

“Why not?”

“It’s supposed to be anonymous.” You hope to every god that you’re right.

–

Eddie’s POV

“I haven’t been to a meeting in about a year,” Eddie starts, addressing the small group in front of him, sitting in a circle of folding chairs in the basement of a church. “But today is the two year anniversary of the worst day of my life. I guess it’s getting to me lately.”

“What happened two years ago?” The woman running the meeting encourages Eddie. She’s an older woman, with sandy blonde hair and a wrinkled, kind face.

“I ruined the best thing I could have ever asked for. I lost the love of my life, walked out on them for the last time after months of doing whatever I felt like with their feelings…

–

July 1990

“We can’t do this anymore.” You’re talking to the ceiling, arms resting on top of your chest, you don’t look at him. He’s next to you, stuck to the bed with sweat, breathing in your scent that begins to suffocate him. He knew this day was coming. You’d been seeing each other for about a month now, after half a year of not speaking.You’d fallen victim to his drunken pleas, as well as what Eddie suspects is your own self hatred.

“What are you talking about?” He plays dumb, hoping you’ll chicken out of leaving him for a second time.

“This,” You motion to the room around you. “I can’t see you anymore. It’s too much.”

“Too much?” Eddie sits up, and wills the room to stop spinning.

“Every time you come over, you’re wasted. You’re miserable most of the time, and the times you aren’t you’re hopped up on blow. It’s like you’ve added me to your list of fucking bad habits. I don’t want to be that for you anymore.” Your tone is ice cold, not a hint of sadness or anger in your voice at all. It chills Eddie to his core.

“Fine.” Eddie huffs, shoving himself out of bed. “Makes perfect sense, you telling me all this after I fuck your brains out. Made sure to get what you wanted first, right?”

“Eddie, come on,” You go to move, but Eddie tucks the blanket back over you.

“No, really, it’s fine. Ten minutes ago you were telling me how much you missed me, how good it felt. Now you’re cutting me off? Just like that?” Eddie shoves his legs clumsily into his jeans, cursing under his breath when his toe gets caught in a hole. “We talked about this. This was supposed to be purely physical, remember? You agreed to that.”

“I did, I know. But I agreed before I could understand that you’re… well, different.”

“Different how?” He snaps. You hesitate, picking anxiously at your fingernails. “Y/n?”

“You’re mean, Eddie. You’re cold. You don’t care how you make me feel, or rather, how you don’t make me feel when you sleep over. I’ve had to fake it. Beyond that, I can’t even make conversation with you. I feel used. It’s lonely.”

He sees red. Eddie gathers up his jacket, and his still half full beer bottle from the nightstand. “Fuck you,” He spits, tossing things aside as he searches for his keys. “Y’know what, yeah. We’re done.” He gulps the rest of the drink down before slamming the bottle into the bin.

“We can’t be done if we weren’t anything to begin with.” Your words bite, despite them originally being his own from when he’d come up with such a stupid agreement. “And we won’t have to break up, because this isn’t a thing.” He’d seduced you after a show one night, high out of his mind. He’d never expected you to agree to it.

“Perfect,” He snaps, daring himself to look at you. Your eyes are wet, but you’re stoic. You don’t tremble, you don’t heave or scream or shudder. “I don’t ever want to see your face again.” He doesn’t mean that, and he regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth. But he can’t take them back now. “We don’t know each other.”

“I don’t think we ever did.” Your final words ring loudly in his ears as he slams the door behind him.

–

The group waits patiently for Eddie to finish, and he wipes a tear he hadn’t noticed from his cheek.

“You say you see this person frequently now?” The woman asks, and Eddie nods.

“We’re on tour together. Tomorrow’s our last show ‘til next month. Needed a meeting a little extra tonight, I guess.” It’s past midnight, this group being one that meets in the late hours to cater to night shift workers.

“Well, we thank you for sharing with us tonight, Eddie.”

“Thank you, Eddie.” The group responds as if on cue. The meeting is dismissed shortly after, and Eddie makes his way to the table for complementary stale coffee and doughnuts.

“You’re really brave for coming here.” The voice is small, taking Eddie a second to register. He turns around to face a girl who can’t be older than seventeen. “I’m Macy. Addict.”

“Hi, Macy.” Eddie greets her like he’s reciting a script. “I dunno about brave. That’s probably the last thing I feel right now.”

“Well, think of it like this. You could have gone to a bar, or a club to try and score. You came here instead. That’s brave.”

He shrugs. “I guess you’re right.”

“And they still love you, y’know. That doesn’t just go away.”

“How would someone your age know so much about something like that?”

Macy shrugs. “I follow the tabloids. I know who you are. I won’t say anything, obviously. But I’ve been watching you, with them. I’ve seen the photos, and the music doesn’t leave much to the imagination.”

“You can’t believe everything you read.” He’s not sure whether to take her word, she seems so genuine.

“Maybe not, but I believe this.”

Eddie gives her a sad smile before saying goodbye. She waves him off with a warm smile.

Once outside, he lights a cigarette, letting the smoke fill his lungs as he closes his tired eyes. The exhaustion has washed over him, and he’s ready to be dragged under when he hears footsteps approaching.

—

Your POV

He opens his eyes and meets them with yours, heavy from lack of sleep. “Hi.” You wave shyly, like you’ve never met him.

“How’d you find me here?” He flicks ash onto the concrete.

“Saw the flier in the lobby when we came in. Checked it again and saw one less tab on the bottom. Minor detective work.” You smile, despite the exhaustion written on your face. His cheeks warm.

“You alone?”

You nod. “Took a world of convincing Steve not to come with me. I think I’ve sedated him, though.”

“Shit, he that worried?”

You shrug. “You know how he gets. He’ll be glad to know you’re okay, though.”

“What, did you think I’d gone on a run too?”

“No, actually. It was my idea to check here. Relieved as shit that I’m right.”

“Yeah, me too.”

You stretch your hand out to hold as the doors swing open, a herd of people filing out. A small girl with a sweet face sends Eddie a smile, and winks at you before getting into a cab, and you turn to find him blushing.

“Friend of yours?”

He chuckles. “Guess you could say that.” He entwines his fingers with yours without waiting for an invitation. All too familiar touches, worlds away from where you’d stood only a month ago. “So,” He starts, swinging his arm and yours as you start back toward the hotel, “were you worried about me?” His tone is teasing, tinged with what can only be described as hope.

You can feel your cheeks warm and you suck your bottom lip between your teeth. “Guess you could say that.” You squeeze his hand. “But that’s nothing new. I’m always worried about you.”

—

July 1990

Your POV

“It’s over,” You’re sobbing into the receiver, barely able to hear Steve’s sigh on the other end. Relief? Disappointment? You can’t tell, your senses are blunted only by the thought of him.

“Are you okay? Wait, stupid question,” Steve stumbles on the other line, unsure of how to comfort you. “Can I do anything?”

You shake your head before you remember he can’t see you. “No, no. I’ll be alright. I ended it. I had to. He’s not the same person I fell in love with. I know that now.”

“Maybe, but there’s a lot you don’t know.”

“Do I want to know?”

Steve waits a beat before answering, the static of the line filling your head. “No, I don’t think you do.”

You talk for an hour before you feel your eyelids grow heavy, and say your goodbyes before hanging up. You are once again in silence. Alone. In a fit of rage— or of heartbreak, you’re not sure, you fall to your knees and let go. You haven’t cried like this in months, the kind of cry that leaves you hoarse and tired, but tonight, in the dark of your bedroom, you cry for the person you used to know.

—

Eddie’s POV

“Thank you, Denver! Goodnight!” The crowd erupts into cheers, pleas for a second encore, and Eddie’s sure he can see women in the front row tearing their bras off to throw onstage. The house speakers blast Talking Heads Burning Down The House as kids make their way to the exit. Eddie slides through the crowd of techs and stagehands backstage, making his way to the green room to collapse on the weathered couch.

“That was fucking incredible!” Jeff exclaims, clapping his calloused hands together. “Best show so far, I think.”

“Psh, that was nothin’, wait ‘til you see what Boston can do.” You’re sitting in the rickety recliner, a cigarette between your fingers, still dressed in your stage clothes. Your skin shines with sweat and glitter, cheeks rosy from exertion. You’re most stunning like this, Eddie thinks.

“Yeah? You willing to bet on that?” He jokes.

“Oh, more than willing!” You chuckle, stubbing out your smoke in the ashtray next to you. “But tonight, I turn in early.” You make a point to stand up, stretching your arms above your head. Eddie’s eyes fall to your midsection, exposed to him while you sort out your limbs. You’d think he’d never seen skin, the way he feels his skin burn at the sight of your stomach.

“Aw, it’s our last night together!” Sylvie whines, shoving you playfully. “One drink?”

Eddie waits with bated breath, and swears your eyes dart to his before you answer.

“Fine. One drink.”

—

Eddie doesn’t follow you to the bar, he knows better. Tonight has already been difficult, knowing he has nowhere to go after tonight, nowhere he wants to go, anyway. He digs through his duffel bag until he finds his long ignored copy of Tighten Up. He wants more of you, somehow. He’s still desperate to know how you’d felt, those horrible years apart.

He skips to the title track, tucking his hair behind his ears before equipping the headphones. The song greets him with the static of an amp, followed by the clicking of drumsticks. When it kicks in, the song is full, clearly a whole band effort. Robin’s bass cuts through with a funky riff, layered underneath dirty guitars and heavy drums. He’s sure the song can’t get better until your voice slices through the music

Dared myself to stand back up, / After all these wasted tears, / Felt my heart sew itself together, / After all that wear ‘n’ tear. / I let you turn your back on me, / I watched you walk away, / And ‘til now I let myself believe / I was supposed to die that way. / But now I’ve tightened up my heart, / I’ve locked away the pain, / and I don’t have much left to give, / without asking for the same.

You tell a story of a broken soul, fighting its way through the dark on its own. The music swells as you belt the chorus, and Eddie can almost feel his fingers hurt during your guitar solo. Robin’s backing vocals fill out your lead, and the buzz of the snare drum carries out the bridge.

When the song fades, Eddie takes his headphones off, needing to digest what he’s just heard. This one might just be his favorite on the album, at least so far. It feels like the pinnacle, the turning point of the story told by the tracks. He’s heard it live, sure, but something about hearing the way it’s produced gives him more of an idea of what you’d been feeling in the moment.

He has an overwhelming urge to see you. He launches himself out of bed, gathering himself as best he can for being so frazzled. He’s in sweatpants, a tattered t-shirt draped loosely over his form, hair pulled into a low ponytail to keep from tangling. He goes to turn the knob, but stops when he hears voices in the hall.

“I can’t believe it.” You’re wasted, words slurring together between hiccups and giggles. Eddie can picture you, rosy cheeked and stumbling, clawing for his arm to support your swaying weight, and his heart lurches as if to grab you through the door. “We’re playing fucking Lollapalooooooza!” You howl the word, and he hears Steve shush you as Robin cackles.

“Hey, hey!” Steve stage whispers, trying to silence you. “Don’t go gloating about it.”

“Why not?” He can almost hear your pout, and he chuckles to himself.

“I don’t wanna deal with you pissing Eddie off.”

“Y’know, Stevie, he’s gonna find out one way or another. Might as well come from me. Besides, he’s different. He’s happier, I think. I dunno. I hope he’s happy, he deserves to be happy.” Eddie’s heart swells as he listens to your tangent, but you’re not done yet. “I wish I could make him happy again. I feel like, whatever I do, I make it worse.” Your voice is cracking, whether from overuse or from trying not to cry, Eddie can’t tell. Now he has to see you. He goes to turn the knob again, but there’s a knock on his door at the very same moment.

Eddie opens the door almost as soon as you’re finished knocking, wafting your scent of lavender and vanilla into his nostrils.

“Hi,” You exhale the word, and Eddie can’t help when his lips twitch upward before he lets his grin free. “Needed to see you.”

“What a coincidence.” He tries not to let his excitement show, standing aside to let you in. “What’s goin’ on?”

“I have to tell you something. Well, I don’t have to. But I want to. You were the only person I wanted to tell, actually. I hope you’re not mad, though. I don’t know what I’d do if you were.”

“Hey, whoa, slow down,” Eddie rushes to where you sit on the edge of his bed, spiraling as the liquor tightens its hold on you. “Why would I get upset?”

You shrug lamely. “I dunno. Just, need you to be happy for me right now. Please be happy for me.” It’s a hoarse whisper, a plea meant for his ears only.

“Oh, sweetheart,” He doesn’t know where to put his hands, so he settles for resting one clammy palm on your leg. “You can tell me anything you want.” He knows what’s coming. You’re playing the biggest festival in the States. Something he’s dreamed about since the festival came to be. Of course it hurts, but Eddie can push that aside to be happy for you. He knows better.

You don’t continue, though. Instead, you scoot further into his side, nuzzling into his shoulder like a needy cat. Despite his aching heart, Eddie wraps his arm around you, letting you further into his hold. Your breathing slows back to normal, and Eddie has no desire to move from this spot. Tomorrow, you go back to Boston, and Eddie fucks off somewhere to wait out the month until he gets to see you again. He can indulge for one more night.

“I do have stuff to tell you,” You say finally, “but not right now. Right now, I sleep.” You hum, and he scoffs. Surely you won’t remember this tomorrow, so he decides not to push you. Eddie slides out from where you rest, laying you back into the mattress. He slips off your shoes and jeans, careful not to tug at anything else. He then tucks the blanket up to your chin, and starts to make a place for himself on the floor when your hand shoots out, snatching his wrist.

“Please, sleep here.” You pat the bed next to you, and he melts at the gesture. Your eyes are almost completely closed, hair wild from dancing, sweating, whatever you’d been doing tonight.

“You’re drunk, sweets. You’ll be upset in the morning.” He doesn’t want to deny you, especially in your softened, sleepy state.

“No!” You shake your head vigorously, wincing at the movement. “No, I won’t. Please, Eddie,” and he’s a goner. Of course he surrenders, and tucks himself into the warm bed next to you. You snuggle into him like it’s instinct, making a home on his chest as he lay stiffly with an arm around you, waiting for you to get comfortable.

You let out a sigh, your breathing slowing, arms wrapped around him with surprising strength. Eddie’s mind starts to wander back to the song, how someone is capable of two such wonderful emotional extremes.

Your mumbling tickles his neck, pulling him from his head. He doesn’t quite catch the words.

“What was that?” He coos, enjoying your touches, your breath on his skin. He could live here.

“I said, ‘I love you, Eddie.’” The words come out strung together, but to Eddie they puncture with each syllable. “G’night.” And before he can respond, you’re snoring.

Eddie, once ready to retire for the evening, is now completely wired, feeling you drift into dreamland next to him, as if you haven’t just upended everything.

—

chapter xxii

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WIP Wednesday

Shout out to @onthewaytosomewhere @priincebutt and @piratefalls for the tags! Second verse, same as the first; we got two WIP teases today again from living in a new normal and A Tournament for His Heart! Both bits are spicy (or spicy-adjacent). Enjoy, loves!

living in a new normal

(Alex is italics, Henry is regular)

Check your inbox. After our last conversation, let’s just say I was…inspired. Enjoy, love.

OMFG!!!!

fuck, baby. that was…

Did I break you?

shut the fuck up

Now is that any way to show your gratitude?

im sorry, im sorry

i really fucking loved it

thank u

There’s my good boy. You’re very welcome, love.

i want to be good for u, ur baby boy

I like the sound of that.

i wish i had something to call u when we talk like this

Why don’t you Google some titles?

fucking duh, ur so smart or im just braindead from that fucking story

okay so im scanning this article and i think i found something

promise to tell me if its lame?

I’m certain it won’t be, but I give you my word regardless.

so theres the usual stuff like sir or daddy

which i dont really like

sir feels too impersonal or whatever and there is only one man i call daddy and thats my actual father

Of course, love. Whatever makes you feel safe and comfortable.

but i kinda like my lord?

cause ur hot and british

like not to be an american cliche but ur fucking accent does things to me, baby

I love it.

And you’re not the only cliche here, Alex. I’m not sure if you realize it, but your accent seems to come out in certain settings, like when you’re drunk or extremely aroused.

u can just say horny hehe

so im ur baby boy and ur my lord?

Sounds perfect, love.

yay!!!

A Tournament for His Heart

“Fuck me,” he begged as Vincent took his spot behind Henry, stroking his quivering hole with a calloused finger. “Make me forget who I am.”

Vincent reached for the vile of oil on the small table next to his bed, and Henry turned his head to watch him slick up his fingers. Soon, Henry was full, those gifted digits stretching him and reaching that sweet spot inside that made Henry moan. But that was not enough. Henry reached behind him to stroke Vincent’s cock, begging, “I’m ready. Please, fuck me hard.”

Vincent smacked his ass and took his cock in hand. Henry groaned as he slid inside him. Once he sensed Henry was ready, he began fucking the prince at a relentless pace. One hand gripped Henry’s hips while the other yanked on his hair, sucking a bruise on his racing pulse that Henry would have to hide with a spell for days afterward. But it was worth it. For a heady moment, the world and its many troubles were held at bay as they took what their bodies needed. Henry let his eyes fall closed and imagined Alex. Did he seek out comfort in another’s arms as Henry did? Would he hate Henry for what he did now?

Forgive me, cariad, Henry pleaded as Vincent’s cock pistoned in and out of him like a raging bull.

Henry came with a broken sob, and Vincent soon followed, groaning as they both collapsed onto their sides on the mattress. As Henry struggled to catch his breath, Vincent nuzzled his neck and stroked his hip, his cock still buried deep inside Henry. It felt nice, loving even, though no such thing existed between them.

“Will you stay tonight?” Vincent asked. “Surely whatever troubled you will keep for an evening.”

Henry thought of returning to the palace, of lying in a cold, dark bedchamber alone, and he wanted to weep. He knew he would be reprimanded if it were discovered where he had gone and what he did. But here, in his substitute lover’s arms, he felt cherished, if only for a moment.

He let himself relax into Vincent’s rough but warm embrace and closed his eyes, whispering, “I’ll stay.”

A/N- Don't worry yall; Henry's heart still belongs to Alex. He just needs to be held (and other things) in the meantime. Chapter one is basically finished, I just need to rewrite the beginning a little to add another character. And much like Alex, I have a peekaboo Southern accent. Chapter three of LNN is about halfway done, I just have two more cities to get through. This chapter will be an epistolary chapter of longing journal entries between the boys and fun text convos. I'm kinda in love with it, and I hope you will be too! I just finalized the band's European tour schedule. Anyone interested in a sneak peek?

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Lipstick Stains

March Writing Challenge - Day 4 : Lipstick Stains

Summary: Small prank, big laughs.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Tags: Domestic fluff with office interaction

Warnings: mm tension 

Author’s Note: I can make a spicy part two if this goes well aaaand oooohhh boy, I have so many ideas for matt hehe. This may be my first matt fanfic but look out for more in the future cause I have so many drafts yall. I was planning to make this one more on the fluffy genre but I accidentally put too muuch tension llol. Also, Y/N/N stands for your nickname and Y/L/N stands for your last name. Happy reading <33

Words: 1.5k

You wake up from a long nice sleep and feel the warmth of the sun through the large window of Matt's bedroom. While it was good rest, it would have been better to have slept while feeling safe in the arms of Matt. "Oh well, you can't stop that man beside himself." you thought to yourself but still smile at the thought of your stubborn man. He may be a handful but he is still full of heart.  

You yawn and flutter your eyes open to look at the alarm clock. It was early in the morning. You had enough time to cook breakfast for yourself before work and a quick breakfast meal for Matt if he ever goes home in time for some breakfast that is. You shut your eye to get a few seconds of eye reset and turn to the other side of the bed to stretch.

"Good mo-" you instinctively grab your pillow to hit the person next to you. Matt hears the increased beating of your heart and was able to grab the pillow that almost hits his face.

"Matt? Oh my god, Matt, you scared me. I thought you weren't here yet. How were you so quiet?" you tried to mutter as you pant. You actually hit him this time when he was too busy laughing at your distraught appearance. This wasn't the first time he caught you off guard and scared the hell out of you.

You frequently visit your boyfriend's house because you have a really tiny apartment despite having a car. Matt didn't mind your company. Besides, your cooking hobby is an advantage to him and his taste buds. A usual day at the Murdock apartment would be the couple sitting beside each other with earphones in both of their ears as they do their work while stealing glances to look at the other.

The earphones you had were the kind that could block out any outside sound which you didn't mind having that carefree mindset while at Matt's. Sure it was because you loved listening to music and being engulfed in the sound to help you focus on your work. It was also because you felt safe with Matt and you just needed to peek a glimpse of his face and you already feel at ease.

Usually, the music wouldn't be too loud so you could still be aware of your surroundings but that isn't the case every day. There has been an embarrassing amount of times where Matt messed with your jumpy-ness.

The first time was when you were on your way to getting a drink from the fridge after Matt went to the bathroom. And so when you turned to see a man towering over you and smiling, you got startled and stepped back causing you to hit your head on the fridge.

"Oh-oh, oh no. Y/N! Are you okay?" He laughed in between his apology. His hands instinctively checked your head and gingerly puts his palm on your cheek.

"How did you even get behind me so fast? And so quiet?" you pouted hoping he would brush his thumb over your lips. You leaned into his hand despite being petty.

"You just didn't notice, Y/N/N" he puts on a smirk which caused you to roll your eyes. On cue, he gives you a peck on your nose and you loosen up.

"You're lucky you're easy on the eyes Murdock or I would've knocked you out." You said while you know you couldn't even hurt a fly.

After that day, he repeatedly sneaks up on you when you're cooking, making the bed or even when you just got into his house and you were just taking some time to take off your shoes.

"Your heartbeat calms me," he whispers lovingly after having his laughing fit. He can be so sappy sometimes it melts your heart. You get off the bed after giving him a kiss on the cheek which puts a grin on his pretty face.

...

"Do you want me to drive you to your office? I need to come by anyway to give Foggy and Karen gifts as a thank you for the favour." You mention to the attorney across from you.

"Yeah, of course. I wanted you to see some new improvements to the office anyways." He wanted to show you that he valued and made use of the gifts you gave him to brighten up his office. You had a knack for gift giving and it also happened to be your love language. So, now the office is decorated with succulents and plants. There may or may not be another motive besides decoration and it was totally not to have an excuse to come by and water their plants.

The two of you catch up about work happenings until you had an idea. You excused yourself to patch up your makeup in the bathroom. You looked through your makeup drawer to find an unscented red lipstick. With the pigment on your lips, you went towards matt washing the dishes and slid your arms around his waist.

"Thanks for washing the dishes, bub," you whisper tenderly into his ear.

"Thanks for the delicious meal, lovely," he says as he dries his hands and turns to you to lean for a kiss. You stop him by tugging on his hair and planting a quick kiss on his neck, eliciting a groan from him.

"Okay, what was that for?"

"Let's drive you to work Murdock. I don't wanna be late for work." you tug on his hand to lead him to the door out of the apartment. Matt was too dazed to reply and just followed your lead.

...

"Knock, knock!" You greeted the two with a bright smile while giving both of them a warm hug.

"Any legal problem you need help with, Ms. Y/L/N? As compensation for the baked goods that is." Foggy joked.

"Not at the moment, Foggy. Maybe to sue my landlord who never helps to fix anything in my apartment. I'm kidding he is nice but super lazy. But enough about me, I'll get out of everyone's hair once I retrieve something from Matt's office that I left here last week."

Everyone went on with their business after exchanging smiles while you and Matt went into his office.  

"I just left it somewhere here, give me a few seconds Matthew."

"Take your time, Y/N/N. I need to set up first anyway." he gave a comforting squeeze on your shoulder as he takes out the contents of his bag.

"Hey Matt, do you have the evidence file for the Paula case- Oh my go- Matt are you allergic to anything?" Foggy questioned worriedly.

"What? No. What are you talking about?"

He moves closer to inspect something on Matt's neck, "There is some redness on your neck." With that, Matt turns red while you turn to the two when you realized the lipstick mark you left on him. While it was an accident, maybe it was your self-conscious avenging the times he crept up on you and made you jump. It occurred to you that Foggy thought Matt had an allergic reaction and broke into laughter.

"I-i'm sorry Foggy. And Foggy, you don't need to worry about that. It's not a rash." You tried to say in between your fits of laughter.

Foggy looks at the both of you with a deadpan and his face slowly contorts in disgust. "Ugh, Y/N?! Why? Those things should stay at home. I almost touched it for crying out loud"

"Will you feel better if I drop off dinner at your place?"

"You are a great cook so fine. I'll let it slide but that should be the last time that happens. I really thought we needed to take you to the hospital or something Matt." Foggy snickered. As the couple muttered their apologies, Foggy forgave the two and walked out of the room.

"Also, don't forget those papers I mentioned. Oh, and here is a draft of the statement. Could you just scan through it to see if it's concise? Thanks, Murdock."

You shared a look with Matt as the door shuts, "Really, Y/N?"

"I seriously didn't mean it." You sat on his desk and giggled while playing with his tie.

"Alright, maybe it's payback for all the times you would sneak up on me." You lightly pulled on his tie as he scoffed.

"Well, that's not very nice. Playing games with a blind man." Matt tilted his head and went closer to your face upon hearing your heartbeat skip.

"I could help you remove it?" you teased to try to gain control of the situation. With Matt's breathe hitting your face, you feel yourself burning up and the heat consumes your body. Your eyes flutter shut as he response in soft hums.

Your free hand roams to his hair and you sprinkle light and tender kisses on his nose, forehead, ears and everywhere else that wasn't covered in clothing. You come to a halt and push yourself off the desk. You dig through your bag for a packet of wet wipes, "Here you go."

"What's that?"

"Wet wipes"

"I thought you were going to help me? I don't know where the marks are. You have to show me again."

"You really want me to be late for work today, don't you?”

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y/n’s perspective :

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jean:

Rolling his eyes, Jean exited out of his and Connie’s conversation. He paused for a minute, staring at his recent conversations. His thumb hovered over Y/N’s number, and he found himself selecting their messages. Not knowing why, Jean felt the urge to save her contact.

It might be useful later, Jean rationalized.

Clicking ‘Save Contact’, Jean quickly wrote “y/n” in the name category before saving her number. He didn’t know why he would need it or want it later… but he couldn’t resist the blossoming feeling of hope that this wouldn’t be the only interaction he had with Sasha’s estranged roommate.

Jean couldn’t deny that she was attractive, and even though their first greeting was awkward, the nervousness quickly melted away into carefree conversation. Jean mentally chastised himself for possibly oversharing with the girl he just met, but he couldn’t push away the giddiness that accompanied whenever he played back the words he and Y/N exchanged. He secretly hoped he would get to chat with her again when he returned later to pick up the couch with Reiner, his soccer team mate. He wondered what Y/N’s first impression of him was. Did she think he was weak for not being able to transport the couch? Did she find him as charismatic as he found her? Why was he so nervous?

Jean wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and grabbed his house key. He chalked the nervousness off to just simply being unnerved by the girl’s beauty. It was nothing out of the usual. It was just one interaction, he reminded himself. At least, that’s what he was telling his friends.

Reiner honked from the outside of Jean’s apartment, causing Jean to break out of his thoughts. Jean quickly shuffled to the door, making sure to grab a jacket and a hair tie on his way out the door and to Y/N’s dorm, and to potentially a new connection.

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Jean couldn’t resist tweeting what he thought.

lol Armin trying to hide his lil chess club meetings hehe

Jean lowkey doesn’t want Eren to go to Y/N’s bc he feels like he’ll steal all the attention.

Jean’s mom told Sasha and Connie about how he would chant for omelets as a kid and as you can see, they will not let Jean live it down.

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a/n:

ahh! firstly THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!! for your sweet messages and i just cant believe yall really enjoy this that much. ive been kind of busy lately so ik this might be rushed and its not even proofread im ngl but i promise i actually have a plot and outline 😭 just bear with me. anyways i also wanted to add :

any art i use for social media posts i do NOT own!! all credit goes to the creators, sadly i find most of these on pinterest so they don’t all have creator’s credit and i can’t keep up with all of them to list. i won’t remove any watermarks however and if anyone recognizes an artist’s work and would like to tag, mention them or send me a message so i can post about it please feel free to do so!! i am not here to plagiarize or steal anyone’s hard work and i appreciate artists so much <33

anyways i’m sorry this is short but it is slowburn people lol. see y’all <3

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[se0kie]

call it what you want— jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader, [jin x reader for like two seconds]

genre: fluff, angst

high school au, f2l, bestfriends au, unrequited love

tags/warnings: mild pining, mild swearing (y/n says the f word like twice), i love y/n she’s adorable, some jealousy, jungkook is immature and/or clueless, vmin make an appearance, jk’s a killjoy squeeeeeeee!! seokjin being the handsome older man every teenage girl crushes on hehe

summary: you have been best friends with Jungkook since before you can remember. but it’s difficult being a supportive friend he can fall back on when you’re hopelessly in love with him.

word count: 3.5k

this was commissioned for the lovely @dee-ehn through the changeswithluv project by @ficswithluv! i hope you like it <3

a/n: high school au but all characters are of or above age. also this is super unedited yolo lemme know how yall like it thooooo

You’re standing outside the gate to your house, tapping your foot incessantly against the curb as irritation runs through you like a tiny insect. He’s late. Again.

You had somehow gotten yourself out of bed, rushed through your shower and made yourself presentable for school. Your knee high socks only doing so much to keep you shivering from the cold. It was brisk in the mornings, which is exactly why you needed Jungkook to be on time at least for once.

You sighed yet again, your hair flying due to the breeze. You looked down the street, hoping for the familiar toothy grin and curly hair to make an appearance. Jungkook’s whoop of greeting announced his arrival as you finally calmed down enough to stop your tapping. You scowled as he neared you, letting him see the displeasure on your face.

“I’m sorreee, Y/N!” he whined, usually it was all it took for you to stop being mad at him. And today was no different.

You smiled at him, letting him know you weren’t upset as he thrust a notebook into your hands. “Thank you for letting me borrow your notes, I love you,” you blushed at his usual words of gratitude. Although you remind yourself this is how the two of you had been for ever, don’t go looking for meaning in something mundane.

Jungkook intertwines his arm with yours as you start walking towards school. The two of you have been going to school together since you learned to walk.

You’re walking hand in hand when Jungkook looks at you sideways, you raise your eyebrows at him, questioning.

“What?” you say with a half laugh.

“Nothiiiing, how’s my favourite girl this morning?” Jungkook says with a smile.

You look straight ahead as you answer, “I’d be better if you actually ever showed up on time. Why do you ask?”

“Well, I heard from a certain someone...” he begins when you cut him off.

“From a certain Jimin.”

He looks at you with exasperation as you keep walking, “Would you let me finish?!”

“Oh I’m sorry, do continue,” you reply with a small smile. “You were saying?”

“Yeah so a certain someone told me that Kim Seokjin has a crush on you.”

“WHAT?” You sputter and gasp at the unexpected revelation. Never would you have thought you’d get to hear such a sentence.

“Jungkook is this another one of your bad attempts at being funny? Cause it’s really not working and I’m gonna have to ask you to cut it out,” you say as you purse your lips.

“No no! I’m serious, Taehyung heard his older brother talking to some guy on the phone and he was distinctly talking about ‘Y/N that cute senior in Tae’s class’!” Jungkook says it so earnestly with those doe eyes that you can’t help but believe him. Although it does put you in quite a bit of a pickle seeming how your current crush is telling you about boys who in turn are crushing on you.

“I mean, Seokjin is kinda cute—”

“Kinda?? Y/N, honey, that guy has the most perfect face in the whole world. Literally!” You can’t help but doubt if Jungkook himself is in love with the older man, the way he talks about his friend’s hyung is rather suspicious.

“I just don’t know him well enough, y’know?”

“Nobody’s telling you to marry him, just talk to the guy. I saw him shirtless once at Tae’s house and all I’m gonna say is whoo boy, I could grate cheese on his abs!”

You snort at his antics, Jungkook dramatically enacting another one of his encounters with the cheerleader in love with him as you try not to let jealousy tint you green. The familiar grey building appearing in your sight as you advance closer towards it.

The shrill of the school bell rings out through the class. There is a flurry of movement as students scramble to leave the stuffy room, you sit back waiting for the commotion to die down as you gather your notes and stationary to put back in your canvas bag.

You catch a glimpse of Jungkook rushing towards the door when you yell out for him. “Hey, JK! Where do you think you’re going?”

Jungkook stutters while looking back at you, hesitantly making his way towards you with an expression you know far too well.

“Jungkook... Why are you making that face?” you say as you squint your eyes at him. He twiddles his thumbs as his gaze flitters nervously about the room, taking in everything but your face.

“Jungkook.”

“Well... You see I have this little thing to do uh,,, it’s kinda, a little bit important...” he says.

“Oh spit it out, you monkey!” You say, your patience running thin.

“I have a date!” Jungkook says with eyes widened. Your carefully maintained expression slips for just a second and then it’s back on. You look around the room to catch the pretty cheerleader waiting outside the door. She’s standing with her other cheerleader friends and you can tell she’s jittery from the nerves.

Oh, damn it.

You sigh as you decide to let your unnerved friend off the hook, once again. “Fine, just go on your stupid date. But this project is the last one I’ll be covering for you, after this you’re on your own, bud.”

“Oh Y/N, thank you!” Jungkook exclaims as he breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you, thankyouthankyou!!” He repeats as he hugs you clumsily, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you hold your breath, trying to act nonchalant.

The joy of being around your best friend drains from your entire being as your heart weighs heavy again in his absence.

You’re the only one left in the quiet classroom.

You’re still in your uniform sitting on the plush carpet of the Kims’ living room, your notes and study material sprawled in front of you as you take in the bickering pair, Jimin and Tae are smushed together in the bright floral armchair.

You cough once to try and get their attention when Jimin glances at you, looking as if he’s just noticed you. “Oh honey, I’m so sorry were you saying something?”

“Yeah just for the last fucking hour but it’s okay, please continue,” you say with a roll of your eyes. Jimin narrows his eyes at you, making it known that he doesn’t appreciate the sass.

“Remind me again why that beefed up rabbit isn’t here to help with the project?” Taehyung quips as he gets up to get a bottle of strawberry milk from the refrigerator. It’s always a delight to be at his house, his parents are always away for some obscure book meeting leaving their gorgeous home and kitchen free for their kids and their countless friends. You send a silent prayer of gratitude to Mr. and Mrs. Kim for the years you’ve spent at their home to keep from strangling their younger son.

“He’s on a date,” you say lowly.

“A what now?” Jimin asks, eyebrows raised.

“A date,” you mumble.

“A great what, Y/N will you speak up?!”

“JUNGKOOK IS ON A DATE!” you scream, surprising Tae in the kitchen as he yelps with a small crash following.

Jimin’s mouth hangs open, worry written in the droop scrunch of brows. He strides towards you and wraps his arms around your figure, the scent of his classic Chanel perfume wafting up to your nose.

“Oh you poor thing, it’s gonna be okay. Koo’s an idiot, he doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” Jimin coos into your hair as you melt in his embrace, finally letting the heaviness weigh you down as you slag against his frame. He pulls away and holds you back to properly examine your face.

“Are you sad?”

“Just a little, although I know I have no right to be,” you say with an unintentional pout. “Jungkook only sees me as his friend, and he has no reason to put me above potential relationships.”

“Shut up for a minute and give yourself a break, honey,” Tae voices out as he comes back into the living room. He stands behind you and pulls you back into his lap as he lets you sit on him like a child complaining to their mum. Jimin takes his place beside him and faces you head on.

“Next time I see him I’m gonna flick him on the forehead,” you say with mild conviction, knowing you’re making empty promises.

“You do that,” Jimin says.

Taehyung rubs your back as you slouch against him, gathering your thoughts and energy to go through the day without crying. You can’t say this is a new occurrence, Taehyung and Jimin have been your closest friends after Jungkook. You’ve spent a gross amount of time with them, and the coddling and comforting has been something unique to your trio. Every time one of you was upset or sad or frustrated, the other two have comforted and joked and babied them, whatever they needed at that point of time.

You take a deep breath and get up out of Tae’s reassuring hold, you sit back down on the carpet. Silently letting them know that you’ll be fine, for now. “Jimin can you handle the titles and diagrams? I’m gonna get started on the typing, and Tae you gotta start preparing for the presentation,” you get back into work mode, rambling out the designated areas for each of you to overlook.

You’re looking through your notes when the tall, striking Kim Seokjin walks out of his room, he goes straight into the kitchen but you can’t help but follow his movements. Or rather his rear end’s movements.

As he’s walking out, he looks at you from his freakishly tall height and winks at you. You feel your heart do a weird little ballet flip, something you’ve reserved for Jungkook for the longest time. You fluster at the gesture and tuck your hair behind your ear, a shy smile painting your face. You look back up and Seokjin is gone, Taehyung looking at you as if he’s in on your little secret moment.

Jimin groans as he looks up from his work, pouting slightly with his plump lips as he complains about the absentee.

“Jimin, it’s okay! Calm down, he’s saved our asses multiple times. We can do this one thing for him, can’t we?” You try to reason.

“Yeah whatever, of course you’ll say that. You’re the one who’s in loooove with him,” Jimin mumbles to himself.

“I am not in love with Jungkook! It is outrageous of you to suggest that,” you say with a squeal of mild anger.

“Oh admit it Y/N, it’s not just a safe little crush on your best friend anymore, you totally want to snog his face off!” Taehyung accuses you with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. You whine in embarrassment as your press your palms to your face, hoping to cool your heated cheeks.

Taehyung comes up behind you as he hugs you from the back, his head resting your shoulder as he teases you. “Y/N and Kook! Sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!!” You squeal in humiliation as Jimin scuffles over to you as he captures you between him and Taehyung.

He joins in on the embarrassing poem, “First comes looooove! Then comes marriage! Then comes a Taehyung in a baby carriage!!” Tae looks up at the blonde haired boy across from him and yells, “Yah! Park Jimin, I’m not gonna be Jungkook’s baby, how dare you?!”

Jimin is too busy laughing like the gremlin he is to answer Tae’s question, his eyes scrunched up as he releases peals of happy laughter. You’re laughing just as hard, if not harder, alongside him. Your sides are in stitches yet you’re so bubbling with pure joy that you don’t bother with the pain in your stomach.

As the laughter dies down, Tae has a solemn look on his face. One that you don’t particularly like seeing because you know he’s gonna coax you into having the uncomfortable conversations you’re too scared to have yourself.

“Seriously, Y/N. Do you... love Jungkook? You know, like that?”

You sigh, “Yeah, I mean, isn’t it obvious? I really, really love him and it just physically hurts me to know that he may never return the sentiment.”

“Then sweetheart you’re gonna have to talk to him! He might actually even return your feelings but be too scared to tell you himself, and even if he does not you can’t keep hurting like this every time he goes on a date,” Jimin says softly, a gentle hand laying your arm.

“Because right now, Y/N, Jungkook is hurting you. And he doesn’t even know he’s doing it, it’s not fair to you nor is it fair to him.”

You know it makes sense, but you just feel so anxious and confused about how things will go if you actually tell Jungkook about your feelings for him. You take a deep breath as you try hard to let your friends in, “I just— I’m scared of how things will be once I tell him, you know? I don’t want to lose my best friend. If loving him from the sidelines is the only kind of relationship we can have I’m absolutely okay with that. I would never ever want to do something that will chase him out of my life.” You don’t realise the tears running down your cheeks until Jimin is brushing them away.

“If the only dates we can have are ramen and banana milk? Then damn it I will drink that banana milk!” you say with a sniffle. “Loving Koo from the outside is better than not loving him at all,” you manage to say before you choke on a sob. Dropping your head into the crook of Jimin’s neck, Tae rubbing your back from behind you.

And you cry in your friends’ embrace. You cry harder than you ever have before.

It’s the week before the end of the school year, you’re walking across the quad to meet with Jungkook under your favourite tree. It’s a light, breezy afternoon, there’s a bounce in your step as your short school skirt swings on your hips. You feel good and you can tell you look good, the sudden air of confidence is a welcome change from your usual skittish demeanour.

You can make out Jungkook’s big form laying on the grass under the apple tree, his bag under his head and earbuds popped in, you’re sure he’s listening to some My Chemical Romance song once again. You’re about to shout his name when a tall someone blocks your path.

You look up at them to find the startlingly handsome face of Kim Seokjin looking down at you. His hair is slicked back to reveal his forehead and the immaculate eyebrows, his hands are shoved into his bomber jacket as he looks at you intensely.

“Uh,,, h-hi Jin,” you squeak under his gaze.

“Hey Y/N,” he says.

“Um, w-what’s up?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to ask you something kind of important,” he says nonchalantly.

“Really? Okay, go ahead,” you attempt to act indifferent to his attention but the butterflies thrumming in your stomach told you otherwise. Seokjin’s hand flits out of his pocket to run through the hair at the back of his neck, his eyes flicker around nervously, “Would you uhm... would you be interested in like, going to the end of year um... dance? W-with me?”

The sudden change in demeanour from cool to nervous is endearing to you, a light giggle spills out of you as you answer with blood red cheeks, “O-of course, I would love to.” You smile up at him shyly. The thought of Jungkook flickering across your mind for a second before you push it away.

You know you can’t be hung up on him for ever, and he’s sure as hell not gonna take you as his date to the dance. And Seokjin is a good person, you like to think you know him pretty well after the years you’ve spent with him and his brother, it also doesn’t hurt his chances that he’s actually the most perfect looking human in the entire world.

“Oh wow, I didn’t think you’d say yes,” he admits, honestly. “Well, great then! I’ll pick you up at your place on the day of?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum as you try to suppress a smile.

“Cool,” he says with the widest grin you’ve ever seen on him, “I gotta go, I’ll see you soon okay?”

You nod at him as he walks away, taking the opportunity to gaze at his broad shoulders. A blissful sigh leaving your lips as you finally let the suppressed smile break across your face.

Shaking your head you continue on your path towards your best friend, who has by now sat up straight and is staring at you with narrowed eyes, a bitter scowl forming on his charming face by the second. You reach his spot and chirp out a greeting, “Hello, what’s up with you face?”

“What did Jin want?”

“Um, I’m good, thanks for asking, how are you?”

He narrowed his eyes even more to the point where he looked like he had slits for eyes, “Answer the question, smart ass.”

“He asked me if I wanted to go to the dance with him? Why?”

“Oh. I didn’t you were taking a date with you to the dance?” He said as he turned his face away from you.

You plopped down beside him, uncaring. “Yeah well it’s really not the coolest to go to a formal school ball all alone. I’m saving for future formal balls where I can embarrass myself to the fullest.” You chuckle at your poor humour.

“Oh you think you’re sooo funny, don’t you? Hilarious Y/N. Well cut it out cause you’re not, and your hair’s dry and you need a new backpack.” Jungkook quite literally huffs as he crosses his arms in a defensive position and leans his back on the apple tree.

You gasp at the sudden jabs, “What is the matter with you?! That’s just mean and my hair is not dry, it is moisturised to it’s best thank you very much!”

“You’re so obtuse,” Jungkook says with a glare.

“What? What did I do?” you ask, only slightly taking offense.

Jungkook moves his body abruptly towards you so that he is facing you head on, you wither under his strong gaze as he huffs again, “You really don’t know?”

“Um if I knew, we wouldn’t be having this conversation, would we?” you retort, equally annoyed by now.

He continues to stare at you as if you’ve stolen his lunch money, slowly starting to feel uncomfortable under the intense scrutiny when he breathes out loud, “If you don’t get it then you don’t get it, I can’t do anything about it,” and he gets up from his spot.

Gathering his bag he starts walking away from you without a word, although you do hear the words ‘stupid’ and ‘oblivious’ under his breath as he moves farther away from your stumped figure.

It had been four solid days that Jungkook ignored you, he avoided you at every meeting and stopped sitting beside you in all the classes you shared. Although four days doesn’t seem like much it was just grossly too long for the amount of time the two of you spent together otherwise, you were annoyed and frustrated but more than anything you felt shunned. Jungkook had never once behaved like this with you and this was an entirely new side of him you were being exposed to.

Two days before the end of school, Jungkook had once again avoided you and sat way over at the other end of the room with his cheerleader groupies. You were dangerously close to tears as he was your only friend in the majority of your classes, you only shared History and Literature with Tae and Jimin and without your best friend you were left completely alone.

The bell rang announcing the end of the period and the school day, you were fed up of this treatment and decided to make things right no matter what. You got up from your desk and walked over to Jungkook’s with what little courage you could gather. You waved timidly at him, he was speaking to the pretty girls who were twirling their curls around their fingers and making eyes at the handsome boy.

“Hey, Kook we should talk,” you said softly.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I don’t want to speak with you.” You felt like he’d just slapped you with the formal smile he was giving you. Anger like fire rushed through your veins as you grabbed his arm and dragged him behind you and out of the classroom, the girls looking on with wide eyes as the centre of their attention was whisked away by the shy girl they never paid attention to.

You storm into the boy’s bathroom at the corner next to your class, swinging around to face your friend as you cross your arms and raise and eyebrow, “Talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, Y/N.”

“What the fuck do you mean there’s nothing to talk about?” you say sharply.

He winces at your usage of the cuss word, “Listen Y/N, I don’t want to fight, please just let it go and let’s move on with our lives.”

“Jungkook?! You won’t even tell me what I did wrong? How do you expect me to move on from something I don’t even know? Please, just tell me why you’re upset and I promise I’ll make it right,” you say pleadingly.

Jungkook chuckles softly, “If only you could.”

You reach forward and place your arms on his thick biceps, you look at him earnestly, “Please Kook, don’t do this to us. Tell me what happened? Please?”

He takes a shaky breath as you notice the tension on his brows, “I just— I thought if you’d ever go to a school dance,”

“What about the school dance?” you whisper.

“I thought if you’d ever go to a school dance... it would be with me...” he says softly.

You feel like your breath has been knocked out of you. Your arms feel suddenly too light, panic wraps its hands around your belly and squeezes.

Somehow you find it in yourself to push through the nerves and ask, “Jungkook... D-do you mean to say what I think you do?”

“If you think I mean to say that I like you then yeah, it’s exactly what you think,” he replies with a slight pout.

You laugh out of relief and realisation, all this while the boy you were in love with had liked you back and you had been to stupid to see it. Everything clicks into place and you piece together all the weird reactions over the years, the sudden bursts of jealousy and possessiveness all make sense now that you know he likes you. He really likes you too.

“Jungkook, you idiot! I like you too, I’ve liked you since fucking forever, oh my god.”

His eyes shine brighter at your words, “Really? Then what was that whole thing with Seokjin and going to the dance as his date?”

“That was just because I was too tired of watching you date girl after girl, I thought I should finally try to move on from you,” you say, “It was tiring to see the boy I love hook up with all these gorgeous girls and know that I’ll never be able to tell him how much I like him.”

Jungkook has the manners to look sheepish as his cheeks grow red, “You love me?”

“I— No of course not I just said it—”

“You love me! Y/N is in love with me!!” He all but whoops. You hide your face in your hands as he announces smugly that you, are in fact in love with him.

“Hey Y/N,” he says suddenly, voice dropping several octaves to send a shiver down your entire body.

You peek out from behind your fingers to sneak a look at him, only to find his face right in front of yours and dangerously close. His big brown eyes are staring into yours as you take in the gorgeous, long lashes; his lips are pink and a cheeky bunny smile shows of his teeth. He whispers and you feel his minty breath on your face, “I love you, too.”

[hoekaashi]

hq bois in gray sweats p 5 (900 followers event)

a/n: only 2 more parts left!! and then onto my next project hehe. i hope yall are enjoying this! also i kinda got carried away with suna and i didn’t feel like shortening it so his is unnecessarily long. characters: suna x reader, osamu x reader warnings: bois in gray sweats, random drunk girl, exhibitionism, car sex implications, osamu in an apron and sweats party party yeah, kitchen sex

part 6 | part 8

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⇾ suna can be a little lazy and this was very apparent with your late night runs ⇾ they happened more often that he liked but because he loved you, you always managed to convince him to tag along whatever adventure you had planned ⇾ hence, you saw him in his sweats a lot to the point that your feelings of them changed from horny to YES ADVENTURE TIME ⇾ it was 2 am, you never really saw anyone at the convenience store at that time and you didn’t think this time was any different ⇾ until you heard a drunk girl laughing obscenely loud, finding her pushing herself onto your uninterested boyfriend ⇾ bless his soul for being kind enough not to drop her on her face, but you weren’t that kind as you pulled him away and ignored her scream as she fell over

“We still need to pay for this babe,” Suna said nonchalantly as he let you pull him. You let out a small groan and redirected to the cashier. Your foot tapped unconsciously as you stood next to your boyfriend who took his sweet time paying for everything. Suna was amused by your reaction and wanted to see how far he could push you. You grabbed the bag off the counter and headed back to the car to wait. Yes the two of you could have walked over, but Suna never felt comfortable with you walking so late at night even if he was with you. From where you were in the parking lot, you could see the girl struggling to get up in her heels, trying to make her way over to Suna who was dragging his feet as he headed over to you. You knew he was trying your patience, it was one of his favorite games - so much so, people would think he’s the brat in the relationship. He placed the bags in the backseat of the car before getting into the driver's seat. He didn’t start the car, but turned to face you instead. “Are you mad?” You rolled your eyes. “Let’s just go home.” “You’re mad.” “I’m not mad. Let’s just go.” You looked up and saw the girl watching the two of you from the store. “What’s her problem?” you asked annoyed. Suna chuckled. “Why are you so concerned with her anyways?” You turned to glare at Suna. It seemed that he was trying to test you real hard tonight. “Because she gave you her number!” You scrambled in your seat, moving so you were in Suna’s lap. You weren’t going to let that random drunk girl ruin your night as you began to kiss your boyfriend aggressively and possessively. If she was going to watch the two of you, you were ready to give her a show. Suna changed the seat settings so there was more space for you, groaning in your mouth as you ground down onto him. Your lips trailed down his jaw and his neck, leaving purple marks as you worked him. His head fell back onto the headrest while one hand tangled in your hair and the other one squeezed your ass. You felt his hips buck into you when you sucked on his sensitive spot and smirked. “I won’t hold back if you keep going babe.” He couldn’t stop his moan when he felt your hand slip under his sweats and rub his slit. “Who said I wanted you to hold back?”

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⇾ is this gonna be basic? mayhaps ⇾ yall cook together a lot because osamu sees it as a nice ‘bonding time’ activity - it’s used to vent or catch up if the two of you have been busy, or even a stress relief time for you ⇾ cooking together rarely leads to sex (when one of you is cooking alone that’s a different story) but seeing him in nothing but his sweats and an apron, as opposed to being fully clothes, was really doing it for you with his back muscles fully on display for you ⇾ but even with you growing more and more wet, neither of you ruined the workflow with occasional talk breaking long moments of silence ⇾ at one point, you were in osamu’s way but instead of playfully moving you out of the way like he normally did, you felt him press up behind you and reach above you to grabbed whatever he needed from the cabinet ⇾ you could feel his dick on your ass and after placing whatever he grabbed on the counter, he gripped your hips and grinded into you even harder

You gripped the countertop to hold yourself steady as you closed your eyes and exhaled. You already knew where this was going despite it being such a rare occurrence and honestly, you weren’t ready for it. “Samu,” you whispered, unable to speak louder. His lips ghosted over your neck, moving up to the shell of your ear. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you staring at me with that look in your eyes, baby girl.” He gently tugged on your ear lobe with his teeth. One of his hands left your hip and wrapped around your throat, not cutting off your circulation but forcing you to look up at him. “I haven’t been able to get the image of you on your knees, tears falling down your cheeks, and your swollen lips wrapped around my dick since we started.” “The food -” “We can order delivery.” He turned you around and seated you on the counter with ease, his lips on you in seconds as he simultaneously turned off the stove. His kisses were hungry and all you could do was give in at that point. Your hands found the ties of his apron and undid them. Osamu pulled away for a moment so you could pull the fabric off him and he was right back on you the second it was gone. He pulled you closer to the edge of the counter and, with your help, removed your clothing from your waist down. “I thought you wanted me on my knees?” you asked with an eyebrow raised as he sank down onto his.  Osamu spread your legs apart further. “I’m hungry.” His lips found your clit immediately and sucked harshly, causing you to moan loudly. You knew you were in for a long night now.

[nad-zeta]

Headcanon: MC taking care of the boys’ pets: feat Arthur, Vincent, Mozart and Shakespeare

Hi hi, dears!☺🙌 So here is the continuation to the vampy boys giving their pets over to mc to take care of for the day! ❤🥰🌻Hehe, I hope yall enjoy and have the best day!🙌☺ The next one will be out soon! So for the two wonderful beauties who wanted to be tagged here ya are! @briars7 @jeandarc-cant-draw ❤❤☺

Arthur

This mystery author had a fresh new case in town and needed someone to watch his beloved Vic for him

Usually, he would take his lovable pup with him on cases, expect on this occasion the woman whom he was helping was incredibly allergic to pet fur

When you heard Arthur voice his dilemma at the breakfast table, you offered your services

He handed over Vic to you after breakfast before he left.

You couldn’t help but smile as Arthur scrunched up the dogs face and kissed the tip of his nose, “Be a good boy now, and don’t cause any trouble.”

Arthur thanked you and left to solve the case with a nonchalant wave of the hand

You looked down at Vic now cradled in your arms. He looked up at you and gave your face a few licks

Spending a day with the spaniel made you realize just how much Arthur spoilt the dog

The pup was the image of graceful and refined, and did everything with a sense of class

The dog refused to eat the peasant dog food that Theo was feeding his retriever.

In fact, it was only after you had given him chicken and rice that he finally stopped turning his nose up to the food

Even the way he walked beside you as you took him to the dog salon was nothing short of confident and elegant

He walked at the same pace as you strutting his stuff like some fancy show dog

He sat with his head held high, tail wagging as he enjoyed being pampered and groomed at the salon

Even though this pampered prince walked around with elegance and grace he was still a puppy at heart, as the second you entered the dog park and pulled out a ball he was jumping around and barking at you as if to say “throw it already.”

Once the two of you got back home, Vic carried over a fancy brush and dropped it in your lap

He looked up at you with big puppy dog eyes, this little dog was truly a sucker for comfort

After brushing his beautifully soft fur, he curled up on your lap as you sat down to read Arthur's newest chapter of Sherlock Holmes.

Vic spent the rest of the day nestled on your lap peacefully sleeping and enjoying your company

Shakespeare

You loved visiting Shakespeare

Since the day Vincent introduced the two of you, you couldn’t help but pop in for a visit every now and again

Today however when you went to visit the play writer, he seemed to have been slightly panicked

You made the two of you some tea and asked him if you could do anything to help him

He told you that he had a big play coming up that required him to travel out of town for a day or two and he had no one available to watch his beloved bunny

Your eyes lit up as you offered to take care of Shakespeare’s furry friend

Shakespeare was absolutely delighted at your offer, and thanked you profusely

The next day you stopped by his manor again to fetch the sweet little bunny and take him with you to the mansion

Shakespeare had already left by the time you arrived at his manor, leaving you a small thank you note and a list of instructions

The bunny exciting stood up on your lap and looked around the carriage curiously as the two of you made your way to the mansion

The second you entered through the mansion’s gate, you placed the rabbit down on the ground. 

Puck had been a house rabbit all his life, never really getting a chance to fully run and hop about freely 

Most days he would spend curled up in Shakespeare’s lap as he would write his plays.

You couldn’t help but giggle slightly as the rabbit sprinted around doing back-flips in the air

Watching the bunny happily jump around was definitely, a delightful sight to behold

You decided to eat your lunch in the garden as the rabbit seemed to be enjoying his time outside too much to get back indoors

You sat and ate your sandwich as the bunny curiously explored his new surrounding, sampling and nibbling, every and any plant in reach

Occasionally the curious creature would hop up to you to see what you were up to and to affectionately nuzzle your leg before he was off exploring again

After an afternoon of fun in the garden the rabbit was all worn out and made his way back to you, to nestle himself on your lap

You sat and watched the sunset, stroking the bunnies soft fur as he slept soundly in your lap

When you brought Puck to your room for the evening this curious bunny got his second wind and excitingly explored every nook of your room

You followed Shakespeare’s instructions to a T, chopping up a variety of veg for the rabbit and putting out some freshwater

When it was time to sleep you lifted the sweet little rabbit onto your bed and he wasted no time in burrowing your blankets to make himself a comfortable spot to sleep in

You laughed as his little paws dug into your pillow

You settled down beside the rabbit and on cue, Puck carefully hopped over to your face and nuzzled your neck affectionately giving you a few little licks

Finally having found the perfect spot nestled against your neck, the rabbit settled down for the evening

The next day you took Puck back to Shakespeare manor but decided to bunny proof his garden before he got back so that Puck could run and jump around to his heart’s content

You couldn’t help but laugh at the curious bunny occasionally coming to see what you were up to as if to supervise your work

Shakespeare arrived home to the sight of you sipping a glass of wine while watching his beloved bunny hopping about the new space

His heart swelled at the sight of his two favourite creatures in the world

Mozart

When you found out Mozart had a pet owl, you were beyond excited

You loved birds and the fact that he had the same type of owl, as Harry Potter made you all the more excited

One evening Mozart came to your room with his snowy owl happily resting on his shoulder

He asked if you would keep Schelm company while he was away that night to fill in for one of the pianists that had fallen ill

You were more than happy to take on the task of caring for the sweet little owl

He gently petted his little companion and handed him off to you

You carried the owl into your room and let the bird get comfortable as you continued to read

You smiled whenever he would “hoo hoo” at you to get your attention

Eventually, you put your book down and started to pet his soft white feathers

You laughed as he nibbled on your fingers playfully with his beak

Just then an idea popped into your head, you remembered that Harry Potter’s owl used to deliver mail to his friends

You looked over at your desk and decided to try it out

You scribbled a little note, rolled it up and gently attached it to the owl’s leg

You then took Schelm out onto the balcony and asked him to deliver the message to his owner

As if understanding the command the owl flew off into the night

20 minutes had passed and you started getting slightly nervous that something might have happened to Mozart’s snowy owl

Just then you heard the bird call out for you on the balcony, you offered him an arm and brought him inside

Your eyes widened in delight when you saw a new note and different colour ribbon attached to the owl’s leg

You smiled as you held the note to your chest and thank the owl for bringing it back

Since that day you and Mozart would often send each other little notes throughout the evening whenever he was doing a show

Not that Schelm complained as he got to spend some time with his two favourite people

Vincent

Vincent was on his way to another beautiful flower field to paint

This one, however, was known for being a hunting hotspot so he decided it would be best to not bring Brush, his furry raccoon friend along with him

He went over to Theo’s room to ask him to watch his beloved furry friend, except he had forgotten that Theo was out of town for a few days

His usually sunshine bright smile had been covered up by storm clouds

You spotted a very distressed looking Vincent in the hallways, “Vincent! What’s the matter.”

Big sapphire eyes looked up at you as he explained the situation to you

You smiled a bright smile at him, “I’ll watch him for you!”

Just then, the clouds dissipated, and the bright smile returned to his face, “Really, thank you so much! I promise I won’t be too long.”

He handed the raccoon to you and gathered up his painting supplies to head to the flower field

You looked down at the raccoon in your arms having absolutely no idea how to entertain the pet while his owner was away

You brought him with you to the kitchen, as you had to help Sebastian with the lunch service, when all of a sudden the two of you heard a rustling coming from the bins

You cautiously made your way towards the trash can when Brush popped his head out of the heap of garbage

You carefully lifted the raccoon out of the trash keeping him an arm’s length from your body, “Sebastian I think I am going to take the day off and give his smell critter a little bath.”

You submerged the furry pet into the lukewarm bubbly water. You couldn’t help but giggle as the raccoon played with the pet-friendly soapy bubbles as you gave him a good scrub

You laughed at the little creature who seemed to be enjoying the attention

Once you towel-dried the critter, you then made your way to Vincent’s room to see if Brush had any toys he liked to play with to keep him busy

Your eyes widened in disbelief as you watched Vincent’s pet scurry his way to the paintbrushes, only to pick one up, dip it in paint and start to scribble on a blank canvass

You watched the little raccoon happily paint away on the small white canvas, 

Just then a thought occurred to you, were those paints pet friendly?

Slightly panicked, you walked up to the paint that the little creature was using and read the label

You breathed a sigh of relief and couldn’t help but smile when you noticed it had been pet-friendly water paint

Once the raccoon was happy with his work, tiny hand grabbed the canvas and handed it to you

You smiled down at the creature and complemented his artistic skills

Brush simply purred in delight at the complement 

You made your way back to your room with the raccoon eagerly following behind you

At the sight of your messy room the little critter let out chitter sounds and ran off in some unknown direction only to appear moments later carrying a broom

You laugh as you curiously watched the critter sweep the clothes scattered across your room into a pile

Just then you heard a familiar angelic chuckle coming from behind you, the two of you watched as the raccoon went about tiding up your room for you

After your room was all tidy, the raccoon ran up to you and Vincent and eyed you expectingly 

That’s when Vincent reached into his pocket and handed his little friend a treat and patted him on the head for a job well done

Vincent smiled up at you and explained that Theo had taught the raccoon how to clean up his room for treats

“Brush is a big help in keeping things tidy while I work. However, I am quite surprised to see he has extended his services to you, he must truly like you.”

You smiled as the racoon happily nibbled away at the treat for a job well done

 I hope you enjoyed this dear! The next one is coming soon! 

[kiyoomisweetheart]

— them as melanie martinez lyrics

— oikawa

“i love everything you do, when you call me fucking dumb for the shit i do.” -training wheels

We know damn well Oikawa like it when Iwa be busting him upside his head, i mean shiii Iwa can hit him upside the head anytime. Anyways I just immediately thought of them when I was listening to training wheels. iwaoi lol

“If you can't handle a heart like mine, don’t waste your time with me.” -high school sweethearts

Oikawa is the definitely the dramatic type in every thing he does.

— kageyama

“you’re all on your own and you lost all your friends” -crybaby

Kags backstory about him being the ‘king of court’ caused all his teammates to despise him and not want to be involved with him at all. Leaving him to feel isolated and alone with no one by his side.

“please don’t be mad if I don’t smile back, alright? If i fuck up my words, don’t think I’m absurd, alright?” -detention

We know communication is not Kageyama’s strong suit and his smile can use a little work. (I personally love his smile) Kageyama is the type to say some shit like “djdhdjddh” in front of his crush but he’s so nervous.

— kenma

“talk about ways to get a little more cash, after that I’ll ignore your ass.” -lunchbox friends

Kenma is introverted and some what antisocial. He can make small talk but if he doesn’t like you *cough* LEV *cough*, he will ignore you or purposely talk to everyone but you.

“you were comforting and quiet, how did love become so violent?” -teddy bear

Okay yall yandere head cannon rq. If Kenma was ever yandere this lyric fits him perfectly. he is comfort character material but has the relationship developes he becomes a totally different person.

— iwaizumi

“i dont give a fuck anyways, whoever said i gave a shit about you?“ -pity party

I feel like Iwa is a total tsundere. This lyric can either be directed towards his friendship w Oikawa or his relationship with a s/o.

— sugawara

“i’m not to be forgotten, tap your books when i in.” -test me

Suga being replaced by Kageyama as setter was heartbreaking for him. He’s the only third year that’s not in the starting line up. Watching from the bench most of the time, even when subbed in it’s for a short amount of time.

— hinata

“can anybody hear me? am i talking to myself?” -tag, you’re it

Before Hinata went to Karasuno he had nobody to share his love of volleyball with. He basically practiced with anyone he could. Even when he had a team in junior high they just didn’t love the sport as much as he did.

— kyotani

“one who’s always crazy, never calls me baby.” -gingerbread man

Another total full blown tsundere. I love mad dog but I fell like he wouldn’t call his s/o cute pet names.

— yachi

“i should be happy but I can't get out my bed, stressin about the voices screamin' inside my head.” -recess

Yachi gets anxious about almost anything. I feel as though she can let her nerves get the best of her some days and not wanna leave her bed.

— tsukishima

“baby, how do I say this politely? love me harder and don't be nice, please.” -gingerbread man

Tsukki is definitely not the nicest person but his s/o would love him for it and wouldn’t want him to change that. He would love that his s/o wouldn’t want him to change himself to be with them. hehe imma undercover tsukki simp, chile i simp for bakugo what did I expect.

“everyones so soft, everyone's so sensitive, do I offend you? you’re hanging on my sentences.” -drama club

Tsukki mean ass be beatin down motherfuckers with his words while Tadashi kekeing in da back.

— kiyoko

“she had her boy wrapped her finger tight.” -class fight

kiyoko has half of the boys wrapped around her finger even yachi too

“don’t think that you can walk all over me honey, I'm a cold bitch, cold bitch.” -i scream

I head cannon kiyoko don’t play about ppl walking over her or her friends. she’ll fuck somebody up. don’t play with miss girl.

[formidxble]

I have a thought and I wanna share it since yall talking about ceo chan👁️

being married to ceo (and mafia) chan and you being a skilled criminal psychologist under another organization that is in good terms with chan's organization (and you being a skilled fighter and sniper). being a power duo that almost everyone is scared and intimidated. but they don't know the other side, chan unleashing his versatility to the person he loved. (ofc the other members would tease him time to time lslkjfgsl) being a complete softie to becoming a scary dom to being a funny husband to becoming a supportive lover to becoming a criminal duo in the world of mafias and maybe being a very scary yet sweet when both of you are not in the mafias.

you have a case from your superior to solve. while gathering the fragments and evidence of the case, you also noticed that the suspect was also a former worker at chan's cooperation but in the morning chan told you not to call him since he will be busy but your team needs to solve it. as a psychologist you need the profile of that said suspect for you to know his behavior and for you to easier interview him. damn this is so long. then after giving it a thought, you went to chan's building where he worked, telling his secretary that you are on your way to his office. after seeing his secretary give you a sign that he is not that busy anymore you enter his office with chan angrily looking at his papers. (he even canceled two of his meetings just to give time for you😭). and you don't know what the hell snapped inside of you but you suddenly went in front of him to seduced him👀 telling him that "honey~, I need you to do something for me" in a low and poisonous tone. chan knew CHAN KNEW that you would do that since you need something from him. and since he can't take your seducing in his office. (he wanted more privacy for that) he ended up canceling all of his meetings from the afternoon and move it in the weekends. you ended up in your shared bed both of you seducing each other and making out and ofc you gave in once he was so hard on you. starting off slowly then he suddenly went hard on you that the next day you will not be able to walk. his aftercare to you is so soft tho. him taking care of you like a fragile person. then after all of that (I know it's too long) he asked you about that something you need from him and you answered that you need someone's profile for your case. he jokingly slapped his forehead and looked at you saying "you should have told that awhile ago, look what you have done to yourself but I enjoyed it anyways😏 " and you slapped him telling him you need that file or you will beat him up. chan ended up saying "don't worry I got your back". he kissed you again while you smiled into the kiss. after that, both of you went to the dreamland in each other's arms.

it's bad I know. I just wanted to tell you this cause I thought it was the right place to and also can I be your 🕵️‍♀️anon if your anon tags are open hehe. this ain't proof read so lsjdhdlsls

Sending hugs to you and I hope you will be fine after this hehe 👀❤️

wait, so USHUDS im answering the last part first! yes, you can be 🕵️‍♀️ anon! welcome to the blog, i hope you enjoy your stay!

but damn....what a power DUO chan and y/n are!!! i would read this in a heartbeat. write it if you want to iuahdsf god the way i’ve wanted to write a mafia!chan fic for so long but i just dont have the confidence to? and btw, though it’s not proofread, it’s really good shfsuhfs i loved reading this. the way my heart was BOOM BOOM the whole time. WRITE IT. IMMEDIATELY.

[janellion]

Wait can I get a double date w bokay? 🥺👉👈 I know I got like 8 boyfriends u can choose whatever u want lolol it just seems cute

maria bb!! how are you?? i’m sorry this took lich rally 2 weeks for me to write )): but i hope you enjoy it!! we’re going to a coffee shop for our date <3(:

bokay & mariahi? asaria? marahi? double date!! 

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the smell of coffee and quiet din of the coffee shop in the background bring a smile to your face as you push the door open, your eyes immediately finding the warm smile and gentle brown eyes of the tall man behind the counter. his brown hair is pulled back in a loose bun, and the black of the apron around his waist contrasting with the bright white of his button-up shirt. 

upon hearing the bell above the door jingle, asahi looks up, his eyes finding yours and his face breaking out into a smile as he waves you over, his latest customer heading to the end of the counter. 

“hey sweetheart, how are you doing?” he asks, his deep voice light and his eyes twinkling upon seeing you approach with a smile of your own decorating your face 

“i’m doing pretty well, i saw a cute bunny on my way over!” you say with a small laugh. asahi’s cheeks heat up upon seeing the bright smile on your face, the way your eyes light up as you recall the sight of the small bunny on the side of the road. “how are you?” you ask, leaning forward on the counter, enjoying the light blush across asahi’s face. 

“it’s been a good day,” he chuckles softly, his hand reaching for a cup. “your regular?” he asks, casting his eyes up to meet yours after he writes your name on the cup, a heart dotting the “i” as he has every time since you first started coming in.   

you nod your head, glancing around the shop before your gaze returns to asahi, a look of confusion on your face. “are they--?” you start to say before you’re interrupted by the sound of the bell at the door and the “HEY ASAHI! MARIA!” that follows.

turning around, you see bokuto in the doorway, his bright golden eyes finding you and asahi at the counter as he surges into the shop, his hand intertwined in mine as i look around, throwing some apologetic smiles, but mostly turning toward you and asahi, waving enthusiastically to match bo’s voice. 

“hey, maria, how are you?” i ask as we approach the counter, bo going up to asahi and ordering “whatever that fun special is this week!” for himself, before turning to me, his eyebrow quirked. “chai, right babe?” 

i smile at you, a silent apology for being interrupted before turning to bo, a “that’s right!” causing him to throw a wide smile toward the two of us before chatting with asahi about the special drink of the week.

you tell me about the bunny you saw on your way here, showing me a photo as we head over to a table, leaving bo to wait for the drinks as he chats with the asahi’s coworker, who looks thankful for the sudden surge in excitement to help them get through the end of their shift. 

after a few minutes of gushing over the photo, bo walks over with our drinks, asahi following behind him with a black coffee with milk, handing it to you with a smile as he settles into the seat behind you, his hand finding yours under the table. 

as bo excitedly tells me a story about what he and akaashi got up to yesterday on their weekly “adventure lunches,” his excited gestures and my laugh in the background, asahi turns to you his brow somewhat furrowed as he glances from you to the coffee in your hand. 

“is it okay? i used this new brew this time that i heard was good but i wasn’t sure if you’d like it --” the words tumble softly into the space between you as he gives your hand a gentle squeeze. 

“it’s perfect,” you smile at him, bringing the cup up to your lips and giving it a small slip, watching out of the corner of your eye as relief washes over asahi’s face, his eyes softening and his shoulders relaxing. “are you off early?” you ask, eyeing the black apron that’s still tied around asahi’s waist. 

asahi blushes, his warm eyes finding yours after glancing down to the floor for a moment. “you told me you were going to be coming in around now so i waited to take my break to see you,” he says, sheepishly at first but confidence growing in his voice with every word.  you smile over at him, heat rushing to your cheeks too, but it could be the warmth of the coffee in your hand. “i’m glad you did,” your hand squeezing his under the table as you settle in to your seat, asahi’s arm going to drape behind you. 

glancing down at the coffee in your hand, you see a small scribble of sharpie on a side you hadn’t seen yet. rotating the cup, you’re met with a small doodle of a bunny, its tail a small heart. your eyes widen as you turn to asahi, but he’s already looking at you, his eyes soft and his smile warm. “i know how much you like them,” is all he says before you’re leaning over and pressing a quick kiss to his lips, easily ignoring the “OOOOHs” and “AAAAAHs” from bo and i in the background. 

the man next to you is the only thing on your mind. 

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THIS TOOK AGES TYSM FOR YOUR PATIENCE & UNDERSTANDING BB i appreciate you 🥺i hope you enjoyed your double date w bokay!! (i told you it would be fine!! yall are CUTE hehe) 

🌻 bokay taglist (also my faves): @deadontheinsidebut @stcrryskies @sstardusty @zoni @kuronekomama @anianimol @the-kool-aid-man-is-real @nekoma-hoe @sugacookiies @churochuu @shoyosun (idk if y’all wanted to see this one i just thought i’d tag it!)

[jungstruly]

Tagged by: @strayneoculturekids 🥰

Rules: List 6 random things about you and tag your mutuals. (Hehe yALL I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU AND I DON’T WANT SOMEONE TO FEEL LEFT OUT AND UNLOVED JUST BC I FORGOT TO TAG THEM. To whoever’s reading this, I’m ‘tagging’ you. You can slide into my dm’s if u want cause I love meeting new people and getting to know my moots more tehehe)

1. I play the bass. It’s black and I’m truly in love with it. It’s almost a year since I’ve started attending some bass classes. Since my sister plays the piano while the other one attends voice classes, my mom was like “okay,,, what do you want to do.” I actually wanted to learn how to play the drums at first but the bass guitar really captivated me.

2. I am literally a child and baby magnet. I love babies and they seem to be very fond of me. I can make them laugh or smile or just allow me to hold or play with them. Okay story time! There’s this one time we’re waiting in line in the airport’s check in counter and this cute Chinese toddler girl was looking at me. Me being a crackhead that I am, playfully made a face at her and it made her laugh. She then made a face too. We had a mini ‘ugly slash funny-meme-worthy-face challenge until her dad saw me. Yep, he caught a 17 year old lady making a double chin nope, scratch that— a triple chin! I wanted to die right there and then but the cute wave of the little girl made my heart do backflips as I walk away. I would like to make use of my baby powers by being a pediatric surgeon one day though.

3. I prefer coffee over milk tea BUT if you ask me between coffee or wine then, bye bye coffee. ;)

4. I am appendix-less. Got appendicitis on 8th grade and I literally thought I was going to die when they wheeled me inside the operating room.

5. I have 2 dimples on each cheek. They’re really visible LIKE really visible that when I keep on a straight face, there’s an obvious little dent on my cheek where they’re supposed to be. They’re also already visible even if I’m just talking. I LOVE TO SMILE TOO :> YA KNOW, GOTTA FLEX IT☺️ With that being said, I suck at acting or role playing cause i aLwaYs lOok HapPy dammit 🥺

6. I’m going to start a new youtube channel SOON. I’m quite fond of adventures, big or small, it doesn’t really matter as long as I get to make memories. I would love to compile it in one place. I think youtube is a great place for that. So, if you’re a sucker for spontaneous healing beach trips, hiking mountains, scuba diving or snorkeling and watching people slash something out of their bucket list, worry no more!! My youtube channel is on the making.

[survivorsolomonislands]

Episode 7 “a clusterf*ck of paranoia”- Daisy

WEFUC K WE  SDFEDSX JUST VTOTED OUT KAREN FUCK AND I'M TRYNA RALLY OUR SPIRTS SBACK UP AND THEN ISAAC STARTS REMOVIN PEOPLE'S GRASSY ASSES FUCK FUKFCJD FUFK FUCK WE FEDS THIS HAS GOT TO BE A FUCKING MERBE A MERGE AT 14 HOLY GOLLY GOSH GOOD MOLLY MOSH WHAT THE FUCKDJX FUCK FUCK FKPDSOF I NEEDED MORE TIME FRIFODKF FCK

(a little bit later)

I'VE BEEN DYING TO MEET JOHNNY AND I FINALLY DID AND HE'S FUCKING EVERYTHING I'VE EVER FUCKING WANTED IN LIFE HE CALLS ME HOMIE AND I SWEAR TO GOD HE'S NOT LIKE EVERY OTHER FRAT BOY YOU'VE MET HE'S BEAUTIFUL AND GLORIOUS AND I WANT TO TRAVEL THE WORLD WITH HIM BUT I ALSO WANT TO KILL HIM AND STRANGLE HIM BUT I FUCKING LOVE EVERY SECOND OF THE EXPERIENCE I LOVE HOW MUCH I HATE HIM

https://youtu.be/JNaS_mOM3yY

first off rest in peace karen i thought you were supposed to be good since you play so much but.. i suppose the mighty power of the chicken wing is not a force in tumblr survivor. anywho, so we switched like everyone expected but for some reason everyone thought it was a fun idea to freak out and be like "omg is it merge???" "WHATS GOING ON" "I DONT UNDERSTAND" ctfu yall literally knew damn well what was happening. its final 14 like it aint rocket science. as for my tribe, ive said it before and i will say it again - I HATE PURPLE!!! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!! it is just not flattering against my skin tone and that is literally my number one concern at the moment. that might insult those who play this game like its life or death but to me... this is a very big aspect of my luck in the game. every time (literally not even joking) i get some ugly ass color, im fucked thats just the way it is and the weird blue that luca insists is cyan - get a crayon set pls - was working just fine for me! i was slayyyyinngggg without doing anything meaningful which is all that matters to me since its really fun watching people go crazy while i just sit here eating my nuggets in the break room. current thoughts of my tribemates and fellow one worlders: johnny - king of making final 2's and being in a frat. a dumbass who spilled his entire game once we swapped and got ratted out the second he did. stupid stupid stupid! i need him as a number tho so i cant be hasty with my opinions tho so like a 6/10 dana - has a paper to write. thats all i got right now 4/10 l.a. - A LITERAL FUCKING GODDESSSSSSS! all of the rookies should be bowing at her feet for trying so hard to make them safe cause if i was her... they would get a stern talking to and no help at all (plus she can clearly count which is more than i can do). 100000000/10 luca - literally victor next (i dont actually think he is victor but this dude is seriously wack like i just do not understand why he had the need to call me a grandma when im not even that old? like where is the residential hag when i need her zzzz. also he said he likes skype emojis and then used the cactus emoji which victor also uses so clearly something fucked up is happening!!!!!!!!) 1-ish/10 mitchell - fake hoe next (tho i do love the flattery so i guess they are right in saying it gets you everywhere cause ya got a ticket right on the bottom - word of the wise btwwww, next time you play pls stop taking advice from ya eggs cause they clearly do not help just ask karen in prejury hehe) 1-ish/10 ryan - king of all things survivor. how has he not won a ts season.... 10/10 allie - is from florida so either an icon like me or is like cole tbd. as luca said, can "air hump" really well??? not really useful info but thats all i got so next??? aro - im the 1. next. daisy - i hate the smell of flowers :| next jacob - legend was tagged in some nice pictures on facebook recently so he can stay. matt - lmao next willow - our friend willow teas? what comes after 6.gif. next. i really do not like talking to people and sadly i must. tho i just finished this one kdrama and it was like 50 episodes and the dad died literally in the last half hour of the entire show.... im crying i really am HE WAS A GOOD FUCKING PERSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the world is so cruel and so harsh to the loving but so kind to the evil where did we go wrong :'( PPPPPPPS : [4/18/17, 11:29:35 PM] nancy.sweitzer: shut up trump supporter [4/18/17, 11:29:42 PM] nancy.sweitzer: i have receipts of you supporting trump BB i need some food to watch this with so lets have reward hm?

I'm both so happy and scared about this swap. BLESS ULAWA BEING GONE. THAT WAS THE WORST TRIBE. IT DOESN'T DESERVE TO EXIST. But yeah, a few people came to me and were like you carried that tribe and are amazing, and as nice as that is, YOU DON'T WANNA HEAR IT ON SURVIVOR. Cause now I have a huge target on my back for being a "challenge icon". I do not trust Daisy or Aro at all either so I'm worried they will gun for me, but they are both on the other tribe so that's a plus... Maybe, this one world thing doesn't help me there. Now I have to catch up with Jacob, and the rest of the alliance and see where we all stand. I'm trying to set something up with Johnny as well cause we sort of clicked at the start and I need people.

im too sick to carry on. i cant even see the light im too far gone

Hi MTV welcome to my own private corner of Hell. Seriously I guess my burning desire for some action really warranted this swap that put me in a terrible ass position. I love the One World beach because I can wave to literally every single person I was working with as they wear their Makira buffs with pride and I am stuck with all Rookies and Zak! The only people I know are Zak and Jacob, and Zak threw Daisy's name out and Jacob says he trusts Daisy so I can't even wrangle all my loose allies to form a little alliance. I'm just going to use my social game to earn favor with people like Willow and Allie so that I can maybe survive juuuuuust long enough to make it to the merge and reconnect with my homies. I'm sort of praying for a miracle, but I'm also going to do whatever I can to survive, and if that means throwing Jacob or Zak under the bus then so be it. I am scrambling like eggs in the morning. Hopefully I can convince people to target Aro for his wishy washy nature and because I have planted the seed that he has an idol, and honestly maybe he does, so I smell a blindside coming up, but if they're not willing to budge then I could be a dead boy walken.

Dana mom doesnt approve of the act of sending nudes but like I don't spread em like seeds in a pumpkin patch (like this swap is doing w my alliance tbqh) or anything not everyone gets to see the goods

(a little bit later)

All right binches here's the tea! Daisy has an idol, and is trying to get people to think aro has the idol bc he made up a lie about a fake idol that he doesn't have, which saved his ass a few rounds back, and Jacob and Allie are saying Aro is sketchy. NOW thats not what I like hearing because Aro is my husband and all, so automatically my Worry Senses are tingling as they usually are it would seem. What I'm tryna do is scrape together a me/willow/aro/Matt majority (since allie apparently doesn't trust aro so I can't trust her) but I suck at approaching people so it sucks that dana and Mitchell aren't on my tribe to help me :( but get for being the least experienced vet in tumblr left in this game I think I'm in a moderately decent position

Well Day 2 of NuNuTemoana is quite interesting, I'm starting to create scenarios that will hopefully put me in a good situation. A) NuNuMakira will throw the challenge and vote out Luca or LA and B) I create an alliance with Willow and Allie and we become the swing votes between Jacob/Daisy and Zak/Aro and if Daisy or Aro have idols they're shooting their bullets at each other and I've got a bulletproof vest. Fingers crossed.

I'm gonna model the rest of my game after Cirie bc boy does she have me fucked up seven ways to Sunday right-about-now o'clock Also I'm not gonna be home again after tomorrow until May except for one day in between so this whole new tribe/quickly approaching merge thing is gonna get really sad for me when I randomly just disappear forever :)

The past few days have been a whirlwind. From uncovering that dirty business with Matt to this One World swap, I find myself in a tribe in which I'm not sure if I can stay safe. It hurts that I can't compete in this next immunity too. I trust Johnny/LA, but as far as the rest? Question marks all over. I like Mitchell a lot, still haven't talked with Dana much, I have no clue about Ryan/Lexi but Johnny says Lexi is tight with him. So I'm really not sure what happens if we lose an immunity here, and winning challenges might be my only shot to stay in the game. So what happens next? No clue.

MMMMHMHMHMHMHMHM YES!!! Willow finally spilled the tea which confirmed our suspicions on Karen :))) now alls I need is Lexi to get the fuck out and I can be satisfied by outlasting all the snakes

So I've officially worked my way into an alliance with Allie and Willow, hopefully they're not playing me and we can actually work towards getting out Daisy or Aro. Now Mitchell wants me to get Daisy out so we can rope in Aro and Zak at the merge but I also have somewhat of a relationship with Jacob from nuTemoana and he seems to have a relationship with Daisy so I am hopefully safely in the middle of this tribe and will be deciding this vote, but there's also a large chance I'm gonna get squashed smack dab in the middle. I mean ideally we win immunity and the other tribe can get out LA or Luca which would be great. I need these rookie numbers thinned like the mints so that I have options if I'm in the merge. I have my Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc. Alliance which is Ryan, Mitchell, and Dana, I have nuTemoana which is Johnny, Jacob, Lex, and Ryan, and I have a possible alliance with Allie, Willow, and Mitchell. Preferably I wanna work with Mitchell because I trust him the most so far. But of course none of these numbers I'm running in my head matter if I can't make it until the merge which is crazy to me.

i wasnt successful in covering up my misery. i dont even know why i said i could do it since the only thing on that entire menu (all of the drink choices included) i actually do enjoy is the oreos so who knows what i was thinking. im going to get voted out i really am

tag yourself. im luca saying he cant compete cause they use blue solo cups instead of red solo cups in his country. isaac is la's roommate not letting her use her waterbottle. andrew is ryan only having glass in his house. pippa is matt actually doing this. stefan is willow beating the crap out of me. IM GOING HOME

Well I couldn't get it done today and that's a little disheartening, I definitely feel like I could be in danger and when you have the chance to save yourself and don't do it it sucks. I guess now my focus is on playing this game for like the first time this season honestly, a lot of things are at stake in this tribal, there's idols there's alliances there's tribe swaps, there's beef in this game, and I feel like hopefully I can shift the attention towards Daisy vs. Aro, but there's also a lurking nuMakira alliance that might form and getting an Ulawa out wouldn't do anything in the long run but I need to play to make it so that I'm safe until tomorrow or else there won't even be a long run. I wanted to be in a position where I could run a marathon but instead I'm like running a relay race tribal to tribal. If I get rid of Daisy Jacob may lose trust in me and join a Makira alliance, but also maybe I'll just join the Makira alliance myself? I mean I told myself I would do what it takes to win, my obligations are to myself at this point, not Temoana not Makira, not Vets, but MESELF. Well who knows at this point what's gonna happen, hopefully my plan works.

MATT STFU CALLING ME OUT IN THE MAIN CHAT YOU MOTHERFUCKER! Literally your ass would not be in this game right now if I didn't win the challenge where we counted in our confessional. The plan was in play, you were going to be gone, we had the numbers, and now you're on a tribe where it's minority veterans, so hopefully Allie and Willow aren't idiots, and they just take out Matt because he's kind of an arrogant prick, but I'm sure that something sketchy is going to happen, and they're going to take out a rookie, probably Aro or Daisy since apparently they're being sketchy motherfuckers. Grrrrrrrr Matt needs to stfu. I still have quotes of him talking about LA, so I might use that to my advantage, but we'll see how this goes for now. I'm not ready for merge and these unpredictable motherfuckers in Allie and Willow.... I have no idea where either of their heads are at. As for my tribe right now, I'm 99% sure that Lex, Ryan and I are in the driver's seat on this tribe, with Luca, LA, Mitchell and Dana all wanting to work with us. I wouldn't mind losing to get rid of Dana, because I really really really want her out, simply because I haven't spoken to her as much, and I'd prefer to have good relationships with everyone once we get to merge, and I don't want anyone to think about taking me out of this game because I don't have a good enough relationship with them, so we'll see for now. Ryan hinted this morning that he'd prefer Mitchell to go home over Dana, but I want Dana to go home, and I wanna keep my brolationship with Mitchell for as long as I can. This is just fuel for fire I can use against Ryan if I have to, to get Mitchell to trust me, since according to Ryan, Mitchell is obsessed with me.. I also won the challenge for my tribe single handedly because I'm the king of this game, and no one is on my level strategically, socially or physically if we're being honest. I just need to NOT be known as that big threat once I get to merge. Time to just pit people against each other and throw shit and sound dumb like I always  do ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Fuck this is so nerve wracking. I hate that I'm at tribal again. And I've recently been really anxious about the fact that L.A. knows I have an idol, and just now I found out that a lot of people know that I have it. Which means L.A. has been telling people. Which also means that I'm kind of screwed. I want to get out Aro because I know how tricky he is and how terrible he is in challenges, but he has the idol and if he plays it I could very well be going home. Plus I'm realizing that I don't really have any solidified alliances with a lot of these people so I could easily be targeted, especially since they think I have an idol. Honestly part of me just wants to play it tonight and get rid of it and get it off my back. Or give it to someone. But if I give it to someone, then other people will still think I have it and I'll still be a target. I could try to split the votes, but that seems kind of aggressive and I don't want to make myself a target if I'm not one already. Ugh, fuck. I wish I had someone to talk this over with.

(a little bit later)

Whew I know I just submitted but I have so many thoughts right now. Aro seems to think things are gonna go along tribe lines and it's gonna be me and him as swing votes. Willow brought up Aro's name to me. I'm nervous that Willow maybe brought up his name to make me feel more secure about it, and maybe I'm the target. Maybe Aro is right and things are gonna go along past tribe lines but I don't really want to work with him. Maybe I could try to split the votes between me and Aro and I'll play my idol and get rid of it. That would be dumb though, right? I hate that we have so little time and that like, no one is online right now. It's so hard to plan. Jacob told me he cast his vote for Aro because he only had a couple minutes before he had to leave and he wouldn't be gone. So theres gonna be at least one vote for him. Unless everyone is lying to me. Fuck I'm so paranoid right now, but I don't know how to figure out if its just paranoia or if there's actually something there. Also I'm trying to seem invested in planning out the vote with Aro so that he doesn't think I'm targeting him, but he could also quote me to others and make them think I'm targeting them. So now it seems like I have Willow, Matt, Jacob, and Allie all voting for Aro with me. Aro wants to target a vet and apparently he's close with Zakriah which means we may want to divert Zakriah too so that he doesn't leak to Aro and have him play an idol. But now I'm worried by suggesting that we divert Zakriah I'm playing too aggressively. Ugh. Aro said he's gonna talk to the rookies and see who they would rather vote for, I told them I'm trying to divert him so that they're not confused or surprised that he says I wanna vote for a vet when I already targeted him. This is a lot to deal with, and we don't have a lot of time. Tbh this confessional is a clusterfuck of paranoia.

Okay so I'm out with friends and don't have time to write a real confessional but I don't wanna get a strike. So if I get home in time I'll write a real confessional yeah

I think for the first time in Survivor history one of my plans is actually working, it seems that Daisy is totally sold that Aro is going and voting me and it's awesome if she ends up getting blindsided as intended. Jacob is getting two votes because he sucks and I want him to know he should be worried, he threw my name out, and he's untrustworthy, even after like I pretended like i was interested in his crush that he talks about at least once a day, it's almost more satisfying knowing that I can flip and get him out if I really wanted to. In fact I have my choice to vote Daisy, Aro, or Jacob, and if I'm not getting played that wold mean I've spun this terrible swap into a great spot for myself, and I love it. See what happens when I get a chance to really play?

I am so screeeeewed. So basically everyone except Daisy and Jacob wants to vote for Daisy but I am about 90% sure this is bs and I am getting set up for a big blindside. Well, it wont really be a blindside now but rip me

Okay so I only really have 13 mins to type out a fuck ton of information. This vote is crazy, so much has happened and we only had a few hours to strategize for this tribal. Anyway originally me and Allie were thinking about voting Daisy bc she told LA she has an idol, but then LA sent screenshots of Aro's idol. So I was panicking for a moment bc I thought it was real, but I talked to people, and he was probably really desperate, so i think were sticking to voting out Aro. I'm just typing out the short version of what actually happened, bc I don't have a lot of time, but basically me and Allie are the swing votes and I hope everything goes as planned.

As we near tribal Im starting to get the teeniest glimmer of hope. Willow, Allie and Matt seems to be pretty interested in working with me. If it goes according to plan its going to be 3 votes Daisy, 2 votes Jacob and 2 votes me. However Im still about 80% sure that Im going to get blindsided tonight so fingers crossed