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Hey, how about hcs Ushijima,Terushima, Bokuto and Kuroo getting jealous when their chubby s/o being hitting on right before their eyes 🥴 what would they do? Might as well do nsfw a lil' bit? 🥺

Thank you! I love your works ❤🥰

Jealous Haikyuu Boys + !NSFW!

Ushijima, Terushima, Bokuto, and Kurro x Plus size reader

A/N - Hope I brought this to justice. I loved this idea a lot but I think they might have made them a little toxic- Also sorry for this being very overdue with writing, but as most of you know my motivation for lots of thing is shit. Also Thanks to @livieeee for basically helping to edit and give ideas for this. I also may add to the other characters NSFW as I accidentally gave Bokuto the most detailed part

Lowercase intended

Not proof read

NSFW included

Cursing

The Characters are all aged up for this Headcannon

Ushijima

we are all very aware about how blunt he is with things

not one to bottle things up

if he doesn't like something, he will voice his opinion

ushijimas blunt ass will sat whatever he wants if he deems that its true

doesn't everyone want to know the truth about things?

he also isn’t one to be easily jealous over things too

his confident ass knows that he’s got you in the long run anyways

he has complete trust in you, your his rock

ushi knows that you wouldn’t go off to flirt with some douche just for the fun of it

the first time that he had ever found himself jealous was when you had dragged him out to your friends birthday party in college

he wouldn’t of even gone if you hadn't forced him out to be social and to make some friends with people his own age and should get out of the house for something other than practicing with the volleyball team he was on

since the party had been for your friend finally becoming of legal drinking age, of course there had been alcohol

oh i wonder how this liquid luck could get you into a predicament?

you had needed to go to the bathroom, so you gave your boyfriend a little wave before leaving

it should of only taken you about five minutes, and ushi knew that

so when you took over twenty he decided to go looking for you

while he was searching for your thicker frame, you had been quite preocupied with something else

there was this guy, completely drunk off of his ass, who wouldn’t leave you along

“are you lightning? because your my mc-queen”

just really icky and shitty pick up lines

homeboy was so touchy too omfg like back up ass hat

you hadn't even noticed the amount of time that had passed until you felt a strong hand on your shoulder

boy did that make you jump

and he looked pissed

~Nsfw~

homeboy really said posessive~

ushi literally ripped you away into the bathroom as you had been stuck in the hallways for god knows how long

for once his touch wasn’t gentle with you, it was more rough and less caring

he’s so rough with you right now oml

to make the story short, you won’t be walking easily later

he wants to make you yell out, to show everyone in the premis know that you are his

“how about you let everyone know who you belong to, sweetheart~”

his buff ass literally is holding you up, just fucking railing into you

only stops when he deems that you are done

he even apologizes if he hurt you too badly

cleans the both of you up with one of the guest towels hanging, before walking you ever so gently out to grab a cab and make your way home

Terushima

while the two of you had been out shopping for god know what, you happened to spot an old friend

he was ole of those guy friends that were overly touchy, but you never had really minded it since he was just being nice

your friend had been very high energy and affectionate, but they always meant well

so your boyfriend, terushima, had just smacked a smile on his face and acted as friendly as could be

But he was jealous of all the attention you were giving him

hey you couldn’t help it, you haven’t seen the guy in years

hello? teru is your boyfriend, not this guy!

the look on his face when you exchanged numbers to meet up later

you would of thought that you had just shot his puppy dear lord

he was so god damn sad

“he’s totally trying to get into your pants y/n!”

“no he isn’t teru, he’s just being nice”

“y/n, no-”

your so oblivious to it

terushima has two levels jealously

he goes from pout-y little kid to complete asshole in a matter of seconds

homeboy is black and white with his personality, there is no gray area with him

even though he isn’t one to keep quiet about something he doesn't like, he did it anyways for your sake

though he glared holes into him

eventually when he had left ho boy did terushima give you an earful

you heard even more when he found about how you made plans with before mentioned friend to have dinner

it was just so the two of you could catch up after the many years that you haddn’t seen each other

“its just dinner”

“y/n its like he’s trying to date you

“can you chill out?”

“no! what? are you dating him now???”

okay he can be a little high strung sometimes, but its something you can tolerate

~NSFW~

remember how you had given him your phone number?

yeah, that may be important

while you had been getting ready for your little ‘dinner date’ with your friend, teru had still been glaring at the back of your head

you could see his annoyed look from the mirror, but you payed him no mind

hey, he would get over it sooner or later

your phone decides to start ringing, and its the guy

teru looks at it, then at you, then back at the phone

he hits answer before handing the phone to you

you decide to start talking, everything is in a friendly tone

and then he decides to play around a bit

a little nip here and there, nothing more nothing less

just to see what his little doll face can handle

then soon he escalates it more and more

soon lurking hands become groping and nips became hickeys

though you had to pretend that everything was hunky dory on your side of the phone

homeboy on the other line didn’t even think anything of it

“hey are you okay?” he had asked once when you particularly couldn’t handle his stimulation

“y-yeah i’m great right now...”

his hand would slip and dip into places that you had forgotten about until now

just the smooth and slick friction would bring heat to your face, though

that’s when teru had taken the phone back

“screw off your asshat, never call her again!”

and he never did, even if you say him in public, he would walk the other direction

Bokuto

the two of you had just been out window shopping and peaking into stores on a saturday

when a store employee had started talking about a popular television show that had aired yesterday, you hadn't thought anything of it

in your mind it would of been rude to ignore them completely,

what if they were just having a bad day and you little small talk and brightened it just a little?

you didn’t want to have something like that on your consensus

bo had been standing beside you the entire time, and you hadn’t even noticed the way he had stiffened and almost seemed to puff up, like an owl

there had been one person who did notice bokuto’s uneasiness

baby boy had thought that the two of you had been flirting when he walked by

omg he looked so sad

he went from being all perky and happy to looking like a deflated balloon

it was pretty pathetic

sooner or later the worker had felt so awkaward that he left, that’s when you had noticed his discomfort

he had waved if off until the two of you had gotten home, then you finally cornered him and asked

“whats wrong?”

he just rolled his eyes to himself, “you should know!”

yeah just the buffering circle above your head for that one

you really had no idea

“i seriously don’t bo...”

“yes you do, in the store that worker was totally flirting with you!” he had finally spoke out

oh...

that had made sense you guessed

even though you had apologized to him, he had still been down, even needy

~NSFW~

bo had just been clinging on you for the past hour

if your standing, he’s right behind you, just looming

he became a shadow or a lost puppy, following you everywhere

his arms always found their way to your generous waist, holding onto you as if you would be blown away if a gust of wind decided to make its way though your home

as you had tried to walk down the short hallway that connected your bedroom to the living room, bokuto had stopped the both of you

he looked down to you before grabbing your wrist

bokuto half dragged and half lead you to the shared room you both shared since you moved in together

he had pushed you, not carefully may I add, onto the futon bed

koutarou soon climbed on top of your plush frame, his face lightly dusted in a red hue

one of his hands wandered down towards the plush button that resided between your thick thighs

the other had cradled the back of your head, pulling you back lightly so he could have more access to your neck and collarbones

bokuto lightly kissed your skin, it didn’t matter if imperfections or not

now this would have been more of a sweet moment if you hadn’t noticed the almost mocking circles you felt at your core

“am i good enough for you now baby owl?”

you would of answered him if you were able to form words, but the amount of stimulation that he was able to give you simply from the tips of his fingers was astonishing

damn boy he got magic hands

you had opened your mouth but no words came out

that had made the two toned haired boy let out a laugh

the only thing that you thought to do was to wrap your arms around his broad back

“speechless, huh” he had taunted you, a smirk on his face

he just kept up his happy little circles, the stimulation bringing a warm, almost butterfly like feeling to your abdomen

it was if he filled an empty part of you, and you needed him to survive

the tightness in your core had started to bubble, feeling as if you were going to top off the edge and boil over

your former speachless self was soon a babbling mess, telling bo how much you did need him

and even after you had reached and passed your high, he hadn't stopped, he loved the way your words flowed from your mouth in light, breathless pleas

oh he wasn’t even done

play nice you two

Kuroo

out of the two of you, kuroo had always been the more jealous one

baby boy is passive aggressive about it too

he doesn't do the keeping it to himself kind of bullshit

just completely straight to the point

he dosent often become jealous either

kuroo trusts that you wont get flirty or ‘advance’ on anyone else, because you have him for that

why would you need anyone else when he’s right there?

he has the confidence that all of us are jealous of

you and i know that this boy gives little insults to almost everyone

just in a joking and playful way, because that’s just how he communicates to people

but if someone decides to push it

ho boy

mr. rooster man slowly gets more and more passive aggressive

literally they turn into thinly veiled threats

you could practically see the steam coming out of his ears

so imagine his reaction when the waiter at a restaurant had decided to get a little too cozy with interacting with you

kuroo had been sitting right across from you, a pissed off look slapped over his face

who was this asshole and why the fuck was he going after his little kitten?

he had kept his mouth shut but raised an eyebrow at your plush form

it was as if he was asking if you were going to let this guy keep his shitty advances up

you just thought he was being friendly, but according to kuroo he wasn’t

when he had figured that you weren't going to stop him, he spoke up

“lay off dickwad” his voice had been laced with the utmost hate, you had never heard him ever use that tone before

with that, he had grabbed you by the arm before leaving, not paying for the two glasses

~NSFW~

the two of you had gone home in his car

no words had been exchanged between kuroo or you

“you were so into that, weren't you y/n” the bed-head boy had muttered to you, almost in a mocking way

you couldn’t think of a reason on why he was acting like that, so you had just kept your mouth shut until he would drop you off at your apartment

his hand that usually resided on your plush thigh while he was driving was currently white knuckled on the the steering wheel

even though he was looking at the road, he looked completely pissed

no plea for him to talk to you would make him speak up, it was as if he was stuck in thought

even when he had dropped you off at your flat, he seemed to still loom over you

when you took out your keys, he took them from your hand and opened the door himself as if you were suddenly incompetent of doing anything for yourself

“need someone to do everything for you huh? just too dumb in the brain to do anything...” kuroo had sneered to himself

“okay what the fuck is your problem you asshole?” you had finally spoken up, really what was this jerks deal with you?

homeboy had glared at you before pinning you against the wall in your own home as if he owned the place, “oh so now you talk, you were so fine with that guy in the restaurant huh? completely preoccupied with him to forget that i was there...”

suddenly everything is making sense right now, the puzzel pieces are fitting together

homeboy was jealous and you had no idea, you just though he was being pissy for no reason

he just sighed, putting his head in the crook of your neck, “idiot...”

kuroo had finally turned his head to look up to you, a slightly sad look on his face

oh you felt like complete shit, homeboy looked so down that your heart hurt

you leaned your head slightly down so you could give the top of his head a lil kiss kiss

homeboy almost seemed to purr from the affection

he slung his arms over your shoulders, it was as if he was leading you into the minimal living room that you had

the two of somehow ended up on the crappy couch you had, him on top humming happily down below at you

sandwiched happily together

“i’m still disappointed in you...” he muttered, looking down at you

“oh bite me” though you paused before thinking, “how about i make it up to you?”

kuroo had smirked, “and how are you going to do that?” he questioned you

it was as if you had suddenly forgotten how to speak, a burning heat spreading from your cheeps to the bridge of your nose

lets just say that you did not expect that answer from him in the slightest-

his slender hand ran up the side of your torso, as if he was memoriizing the peaks and valleys of your figure

“i’m the only one who can make you feel like this,” kuroo had muttered cockily, staring into your eyes

he had no shame making comments like these, why should he?

his fingers snuck under the elastic material of the underthings you had currently been wearing, teasingly testing the waters and rubbing fether-like circles over your sensitive bits that were located on your chest

“are you ready?”

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breanime · 4 years

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Getting Back with Jax Teller Headcannons

*gif not mine*

Ohhhh man

Ohhh boy

Ohhhh jeez

When Jax looked up, a crow eater planted firmly on his lap, her lips stretched in a wide grin against his, and he saw you across the room

Homeboy knew he fucked up

He stood up, dropping the crow eater on her ass

He expected you to run out

He was already prepped to chase you

But instead, you swallowed down your drink, dropped the glass on the bar, and walked over to him, face calm

But as you got closer, and Jax tried to tell you that she just jumped him, it meant nothing--

--he saw your eyes

And he knew he was doomed

“Don’t bother coming to get your shit,” you told him, “It’s all getting fed to the fire tonight.”

And then you walked off

He was so stunned, he didn’t even chase you

Instead, he retired to his dorm with a handle of bourbon and quietly panicked for the rest of the night

In the morning, hung over and nervous, he made Juice drive him to your place

The first thing he noticed was the fire pit in the middle of the driveway, and when he got closer to inspect it...

...Yup--that was his shit amongst the soot and ashes.

Great.

When he knocked on your door, your best friend answered--

--and verbally ripped him a new one

“I knew you were no good for her,” she’d concluded, “but she said you loved her, and she loved you, so I kept my mouth shut, but now,” she leaned in, sneering over at him, “I get to say ‘I told you so’.” She leaned back, her eyes full of hatred. “Fuck off, biker boy.”

So he did

For now.

But he came back, after a nap, a shower, and a meal forced upon him from Gemma

You were outside, dragging a garbage bag to the end of your driveway, and Jax had a feeling his non-flammable shit was in that bag

He hopped off of his bike, taking a breath

“Baby, I can explain--”

“What are you doing here?” You asked, one hand on your hip. “Do I have to spell it out for you? I don’t want you anymore, Jax. And clearly you don’t want me; we’re over.”

“No,” he felt his heart constrict in his chest, and he took another breath, trying to calm himself, “That’s not true. Last night was--baby, it was a mistake! I was drunk, and high, and--”

“I don’t want to hear it,” you said, walking past him, dragging the bag with you, “I’m not Tara or Wendy or your mom, okay? You fuck up with me once; that’s it. You don’t get to just bat your eyes and get forgiven.”

“Well what do I need to do, then?” He asked, heart pounding. “Just tell me, and I’ll do it.”

You rolled your eyes

“No, I’m serious,” he went on, reaching out to you

You stepped back, avoiding his touch, and Jax nearly fell to his knees at the action

Shit shit shit

“Please,” he said, dropping his hand, “Baby, please. I need you. I know you’re not Tara or Wendy or any fucking crow eater-- I love you. I’m in love with you, and I need you.” He say your eyes soften, and he kept talking, hoping his words could thaw you. “I’ll do anything to prove that what happened last night will never happen again--I swear.”

Sighing, you dropped the bag

“I can’t have you out here disrespecting me,” you said, “I can’t be afraid to turn my back on you because I don’t trust you--”

“--But you can,” he swore, “You can trust me, Y/N, I promise you can.”

You sighed again

You loved Jax, you did, but you couldn’t tolerate his shitty treatment of you

“I’m not one of your guys,” you went on, “Just because you have that patch and that gavel, doesn’t mean everything you say or do is law.”

“I know,” he agreed, “I know. Just... Please, let me make this up to you. I can’t lose you, Y/N.”

You bit your lip, and Jax knew you were considering it

Finally, you spoke:

“Fine. But I need you to fuck off. I need some space from you, at least for a few days.”

He nodded, ready to agree to anything

“I’m serious, Jax. I don’t want to see you, or Juice, or Chibs, or Gemma until I’m ready.”

“Okay. I can do that.”

“And I need you to send me my things,” you went on

Jax deflated at that--giving you your stuff back, the clothes, makeup, books and other shit you’d left at his place or his dorm--seemed really final

“We’re not getting back together just because you said so,” you told him, “So as of now, we’re still not together. But if you listen, and want to try to get back to where we were... I’ll let you.”

Jax swallowed. He could do that.

He would do that

Hell, he’d do anything for the slim chance to be with you again

It hadn’t even been a full day since you’d dumped him, and he was already desperate for you

So he agreed

Per your instructions, he mailed you all of your things

He also didn’t see you or speak to you for five long days

(It was hard, but keeping Gemma from getting her claws into you was even harder. But he manged it)

On day six, you asked him if he knew anyone who could fix your water heater

Jax was at your place with a tool kit and Happy within the hour

“Anything you need,” Jax told you, “Just call me. I’ll always be here for you, darlin’“

So you did--and Jax kept his word

When you needed something fixed around the house, Jax was there

When you were hungry at work, he would bring you lunch

If he was on a run or busy with club stuff, he’d send one of the guys or a prospect in his stead

He checked in on you throughout the day, asking if you needed anything and listening when you complained about your coworkers

A month into this, you kissed him on the cheek when he showed up at your job with a bouquet of flowers just because

Jax could have passed out, he was so happy

The real test came a few weeks later, when you asked him if he’d go to your best friend’s house to rid her of a pest

When Jax got there, he was surprised to see that the pest was her ex-boyfriend’s current girlfriend

Apparently she was involved in some kind of love triangle

It took everything in him not to rub her drama in her face, but he didn’t

Instead, he got rid of the gf and actually sat down with your friend and told her she deserved better than to be some asshole’s side chick

She cried into his shoulder

When he got on his bike to leave, she stopped him

She only had one thing to say, but it meant the world to Jax

“I was wrong about you”

That night, you let Jax back into your bed, and he spent the entire night showing you how much he loved and missed you

He told you, too

And though you didn’t say “I love you” back, he knew you did--

--he could feel it

You didn’t let him stay the night, though

You handed him his jeans with a smile

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” you said

Jax spent most of the next day checking his phone, hoping to see your name flash across the screen

All the guys knew he was waiting for you call

So they couldn’t help but fuck with him

Opie stole his phone and hid it for a good 30 minutes, which resulted in them wrestling in the middle of the bar until Gemma hit them both over the head with her purse

Juice--on orders from Clay--blocked the cell service at the club house for 15 minutes, and the guys took a shot every time Jax cursed in anger at the situation

They were drunk for the rest of the afternoon

Bobby, Chibs, Hap, and Opie all pretended to get calls from you, making Jax so frustrated, he almost pulled his hair out of his hair

But then you called--for real

And everything in Jax’s world felt right

“I was thinking,” you said, your voice sweet and warm in his ear, “I don’t think I’m ready to get back together with you yet...”

His heart sank

“...but maybe we can go on a date?”

And so Jax started courting you all over again

Dates

Gifts

Sex that ended in you gently kicking him out

It was frustrating, but he was determined to win you back

Plus it was kind of nice starting over with you

Jax felt like he learned new things about you--and himself--through the process

And then, one day, when the two of you ran into one of your coworkers at a restaurant, you introduced him as

“Jax, my boyfriend”

And that night, you let him spend the night with you

In the morning, Jax woke you up with kisses, crawling over you and covering your body with his

And he knew, as you wrapped your arms around him and whispered “I love you” back to him

--that he would never do anything to lose you again

And as time went on...

...he didn’t

Lessons, it seemed, were learned.

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 4 years

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Imagine:

Erik and Reader have a special dinner to celebrate their year anniversary of being together and Erik tells Reader I love you for the first time. She’s afraid to fall in love. 🌺

“Just so you know, you look bad as fuck right now.”

“Thank you, and you look very handsome.”

Erik took multiple shots of Y/N on his iPhone while she stood in a smoking hot red dress with matching red heels and a glass of red wine in her hand. Her pressed hair was finger combed to one side of her head and her ruby lips pouted in the sexiest manner. Erik was proud of himself and this dinner he planned. One of his friends owned their own restaurant and he also catered. He had him make lobster tails, stuffed salmon, garlic mashed potatoes, creamed spinach, and a blackened chicken salad that was Erik’s favorite. Dessert included rum cake with butter pecan ice cream.

Erik wore the sleeves to his silk black dress shirt rolled up. Black slacks, and dress shoes to match. After taking one final photo of Y/N, Erik handed her the bouquet of red roses he purchased from a nice black owned flourish shop down the street from his loft in LA. Her eyes twinkled as she grabbed the bouquet, leaning in to kiss Erik softly. Y/N pressed her nose into the roses, inhaling sharply before letting out a pleasant sigh.

“You really out did yourself, babe,” Y/N pulls a single rose from the bouquet, breaking the stem and placing it in the pocket of Erik’s silk shirt, “Perfect.”

Erik couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across his face. Y/N giggles, bringing her arms up to wrap around his neck. She pecked his lips with her matte stained lips before using her thumb to stroke the fullness of his bottom lip.

“A year together already, can you believe that?” Y/N bashfully looks away because of Erik’s intense eyes, “I really appreciate this, Erik, no guy has every taken the time to do this for me. I feel special.”

“That’s because you are,” Erik strokes some of her hair behind her ear, “I-I wanna talk to you about something, Y/N.”

Y/N’s eyes studied Erik carefully while bringing her arms down to grab his hands, “I hope it’s a good thing.” She could feel her heart pounding against her chest.

“All good,” Erik kisses her again, “Don’t worry. Let’s go eat, okay? We don’t want the food to get cold. My homeboy worked really hard on this meal, babygirl.”

“Did you hear my stomach just now?” Y/N jokes, “I mean it’s been at least six hours since I’ve eaten.”

“Oh hell no, I ain’t having that.”

Erik grabs Y/N’s hand, leading her over to a nice table set for two, patchouli candles in the middle and champagne on ice. Luckily it wasn’t a windy night since they were eating on the rooftop. Erik pulls out Y/N’s chair watching her take a seat before walking to his chair. He sat down, scooting forward a little, leaning his elbows on the ivory table cloth, his face now bathed in candle light. Y/N mirrored his moves, flipping her hair over her shoulder, brown eyes going from chestnut to tawny because of the candle light. Erik could see light freckles on her nose and shadows on her upper cheeks from her eyelashes.

“You are...fucking...breathtaking,” Erik grabs her left hand, stroking it with his thumb, “You know that?”

“Erik,” Y/N always felt shy when he complimented her like that, “Stop-“

“I can’t help it. Stop looking so damn good then maybe...never mind I don’t think I could ever stop.”

“My cheeks hurt from blushing,” Y/N looked towards her right, spotting a waitress and friend that he asked to serve tonight walking over with a tray of buttery rolls and honey butter with a salad, “Stop it.”

“You’re getting this treatment all night,” Erik popped the cork on the champagne, letting some of the fuzz spill off before pouring Y/N and himself a glass. Erik’s friend, someone Y/N instantly recognized as Sammie, a tall guy with a brush cut and walnut colored skin, came over with a bright white smile. He sat the food down after greeting them and walked away before turning back to give Erik a thumbs up. It was a guy code so Y/N didn’t interfere.

“Wow, the salad looks bomb,” Y/N grabs the tongs to help herself to some, “and is that...honey butter?”

“Mhm,” Erik grins while grabbing one, adding some butter to the middle, “Homemade and probably better than Texas Roadhouse.”

“Uh-huh, we’ll see,” Y/N forked a piece of chicken with some lettuce and green peppers. She placed the food in her mouth and began chewing. Her eyes closed and a hand came up to cover her mouth so she could speak, “This is soooo gooood. Oh my goodness. Perfect salad.”

“The chicken is well seasoned, right? Best blacken chicken since my mamas,” Erik grabbed some chicken from the salad bowl with his fork.

“Don’t eat all the chicken out!” Y/N playfully slaps his hand away, “Stop that!”

“Make me.”

“And if I do?” Y/N looked Erik up and down, challenging him.

“You won’t, that’s the point. I’ll be making you do some things.”

“Eat your roll, Erik,” Y/N shook her head, her lips twisting to fight a smile.

Erik continues eating, his eyes focusing on Y/N because he couldn’t help himself. The way he was feeling towards her was something powerful. Y/N was becoming his never ending thought. She was the best thing he never planned. He only needed to see if she felt the same way. After they finished their salad, they talked and joked like they always did. Erik’s friend, Sammie, came back again with their delicious meal: Lobster tails, stuffed salmon, garlic mashed potatoes, and creamed spinach. The food was still sizzling and Y/N’s mouth was watering and damn near drooling when her plate was placed in front of her.

“Dig in, make sure y’all chew y’all food though,” Sammie laughs, clapping Erik on the back before walking away.

“One bite of this and my mouth will be a vacuum. Suck all this food down in one bite,” Y/N says while cutting into her salmon. Erik chuckles, looking over at her with playful eyes.

“A vacuum, huh? Your mouth suck that hard?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Y/N rolls her eyes, “You turn everything into sex-“

“You set yourself up for that one, baby girl-“

“Just-no,” Y/N waved him away with an annoyed expression before exhaling, a smirk appearing on her face, “Now, can we talk?”

“I was going to wait until we finished eating, babe,” Erik chews his food slowly.

“I thought it wasn’t bad? If it’s not bad we can talk right now, right?”

“True but-“

“Baybeeeeee,” Y/N begs with that cute little pout of her lips, “Talk to me.”

“Okay,” Erik grabs his glass of champagne to finish the rest, “Here goes nothing. I’m just gonna come out and say it because I’m not gonna deny how I feel about you, girl.”

“Oh...Kay,” Y/N has a gaurded expression.

“Uh, so,” Erik clears his throat, “I love you.”

Y/N grabs hold of her napkin that was placed in her lap, looking away and out towards the city. She felt her breath halt in her chest when Erik said those words. It petrified her. Especially when they came from Erik. It took forever for him to even admit his feelings for her when they started dating and now he was being open about his affection for her?

“Y/N?” Erik called out to her softly.

“...Yeah,” Y/N blinks away from the sunset, looking down at her food. She forked a chunk of salmon, stuffing it into her mouth to chew. Thank God Sammie brought the food out on a skillet so it can stay hot but now Y/N’s tongue was burning.

“See, this is why I didn’t want to mention anything until afterwards,” Erik went back to eating he food as well. Y/N looked up at him, seeing the frown on his face and how he played with his food.

“Erik. I...I don’t know what to say. You love me? Like...you really love me?” Y/N asks with frantic eyes, “I mean, that’s heavy, Erik. You know how I feel about that.”

“I do,” Erik looked across at Y/N with earnest eyes, “Which is why I wanted to tell you and talk about it. I mean what I said, ma, I love you. I know what this is,” Erik grabs Y/N’s hand, “I’ve found a natural drug for all of my pain, depression, anxiety, and anger. It’s your voice. It’s the way you look at me. It’s your smell and your presence, it’s you. It’s always been you.”

“Babe,” Y/N lets out a harsh rush of breath, “I’m scared.”

“WHY?” Erik asks with a firm tone.

“Because LOVE failed me COUNTLESS TIMES.”

Y/N snatched her hand away, looking down at her lap so Erik wouldn’t see her eyes.

“I...I have strong feelings for you too,” Y/N spoke with a choppy voice, “your arms are strong enough to hold every fear, every beautiful broken piece of me. You don’t just make me feel complete. You complete me.”

Erik swallows spit before talking in a shaky tone, “I look at you and I can’t believe someone didn’t think you were enough...you’re my everything.”

“Don’t day these things to me if you truly don’t mean it,” Y/N couldn’t hide her cries now. She frustratingly dabs her eyes, careful not to remove makeup, “I love you too but I’m so fucking scared that if I let this happen it’ll all come crashing down. It just feels too good to be true.”

“That’s why it’s called a leap of faith, Y/N. You don’t think I’m scared too? I am. I’ve never been in love before. You know who I am and who I once was. I didn’t have time for love. So, now that I do, I want to embrace that. Do you even realize how amazing you are to me? I’ll never finish falling in love with you. If you’re not ready, I’ll wait. I’m here. I’m patient. I’m not going anywhere.”

All of his words were exactly what she wanted to hear from a man.

“I found someone I want to annoy for as long as I live.” Erik says with a smile while grabbing her hands from across the table. Y/N giggles before landing her teary eyes on Erik.

“So, are you ready for me?” Erik asks with a steady voice.

“...Yes,” Y/N took a labored breath, “I love you too and I am ready. I want to be ready. I’m tired of being afraid of my feelings for you. I’m tired of being comfortable where we are now. I want to grow with you. If it’s a dream, fuck it, I’ll accept that because this is the best I’ve ever felt.”

Erik’s whiskey colored eyes were glossy. He clenched his jaw before taking his thumb to rub the tears away. Y/N reaches across the table, grabbing his chin to make him look at her.

“We’ve come this far, we got more time, baby,” Y/N wipes Erik’s eyes with her fingers, “Hey, handsome, you got me, I got you. Let’s give this love thing a try. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Erik licks his full lips, “I’m not perfect. I’ll annoy you, piss you off, say stupid shit then take it back but put that all aside and you’ll never find a person who cares or loves you more than me.”

“Id rather have bad times with you than good times with someone else.”

The smile he gave her made her heart grow with delight.

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The sex that night was the best sex they ever had. They couldn’t even make it to his place. Erik parked his car, Kept the radio on low, stepping out of his car to her side. When he opened that door, Y/N was pulled into his large arms. Erik pressed her body against his car, hands resting on the hood of his car while his lips molded and meshed with hers. Y/N grabbed his face, running her fingers along his scruff. Erik’s groin pressed desperately into her crotch. It was heated and passionate. When Erik broke the kiss, he pressed his forehead to hers before opening the back seat. Erik grabs Y/N’s hand, pulling her with him and over his lap in the car. The kissing continued, Y/N’s dress up and around her waist while Erik palmed her ass. It was cramped but she was so wet and needy for him.

“Take care of me,” Erik whispered to her over the Donell Jones- This Luv, playing low on the radio, “I need you to take care of me, baby girl. Can you do that for me?” His fingers were tickling her puss on the outside of her lace red thong.

“Yes, baby,” Y/N whispers against his lips.

“Thank you, baby,” Erik spoke softly before pressing his lips on her neck. Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut as she enjoyed Erik’s tongue on her throat and his hands slipping between her thong and wet mound. His fingers spread her honey bucket open, fingers instantly coated in her wet sweetness. She whispered please shallowly from her lungs. Erik’s fingers found its way inside of her. Three. He worked her up to it so many times. Her hips began to grind into the palm of his hand. Her fingers wrinkling the fabric of his silk shirt. She could feel her essence dripping to the seat. Heated breaths warmed Erik’s ear. He could even hear her pussy talking to him. Her pussy was letting him know that he was pleasing her. Y/N could already feel her release coming before she could even adjust. Short, sharp gasps filled the car, Y/N’s thighs squeezing Erik’s waist as her sugar flowed on his lap and back seat. His quickened heart beat thumped against her chest, his fingers still there .

“Baby,” Y/N spoke with a shivering inhale, “I wanna ride you nice and steady.”

“Take what’s yours, baby,” Erik kisses Y/N’s cleavage, “Take all this big dick. It’s yours. All yours to play with.”

Y/N loved that a lot. More than she could put into words. She sat back in his lap, undoing his pants and pulling them down and around his upper thighs. His dick was then pulled out of its compressed confines, a growl coming from Erik. Y/N stroked him while sucking on his bottom lip. Lifting slightly, Y/N places Erik’s dick between her folds before pressing him in between her right walls. She swallowed him with her pussy. Erik’s head went back, eyes closed and mouth hanging open. Now that she was fully filled, Y/N uses all her strength to ride Erik’s hard. She purposely made her ass clap against his upper thighs. Short, harsh, gasps flowed from her mouth as Erik stared at her beatific expression.

“Damn, baby, that’s how you take care of me,” Erik massaged his tongue with hers, “Yes, that’s how you handle all this dick.”

“Fuck,” Y/N felt Erik suck on her neck. She would have a hickie there in the morning.

“Feels so good, baby, don’t stop. Take care of me first.” Erik begged.

“Okay, Daddy,” Y/N bounced. She grabs the back of the couch, “her ass arched while giving him her all. She could feel her pussy pulling on his dick. Y/N could only imagine how Erik must feel. She knows her pussy is tight. She knows Erik’s dick is really thick. Imagine a unyielding pussy and Erik’s girthy length moving against eachother. He could feel everything. She could feel everything.

“Fuckkkk, your pussy is so tight on me, girl.”

“Uhhh!” Y/N quivers, “Damn, baby you’re so thick.”

Erik started moving his hips to meet her strokes. They fucked eachother in that back seat. The rose Y/N placed in Erik’s shirt pocket was smashed and losing pedals.

“Shit, girl. I’ma cum in you,” Erik grabs her waist, moving her himself, “let Daddy take care of that pussy now.”

His hips shot off into hers like a loaded gun. She was extremely wet. His dick slid in and out easily. She could still feel his length and thickness but since she was so damn drenched it made the experience even better. Y/N has never been that wet before with another man. Ever. Erik has the magic touch.

“Ooooo, fuck, yes, mmm, babyeee, oooo,” Y/N pressed a single hand against the foggy glass of the window, “Yes, Daddy, give it to me, ahhhhh-“

Y/N sucked in a quick breath before cumming on him. He still stroked her just as fast and hard. His balls slapped her ass and his fingers squeezed her hips.

“Mmm, Damn, I’m about to bust all in you, shit don’t make no sense, fuck, Ugh.” Erik’s eyes widened before a harsh and uneven breath escaped his mouth. His body shook as his cum fired off into her puss. He hissed heavily before placing his sweaty forehead against Y/N’s shoulder.

“I love you. So damn much.” Y/N spoke with a weak tone, “I feel like we just remade that iconic titanic sex scene.”

“This one was better,” Erik shuddered before placing a weak kiss to Y/N’s cheek, “I love you too, baby girl.”,

#killmonger imagine #killmonger x reader #killmonger fanfiction #nahimjustfeelingit-writes #erik killmonger

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paper-chain-queen · 4 years

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Cherry Lip Gloss

Hatsuharu Sohma X Reader

Rating: Teen with slightly suggestive themes

Word Count : 1600+

Summary: Reader is a beauty vlogger and has been tagged in a challenge.

This is my first time writing a one-shot, XReader thing and got a little inspiration while watching YouTube. Even though Hatsuharu and Isuzu are one of my favortite manga ships, I just felt he would be fun for this little one-shot.

You rushed around the room getting ready, which included setting up the camera on a tripod, checking the shot to make sure Haru was in focus, and that nothing odd was in the frame.

Soft brown eyes looked around the bedroom, taking in all the different decor as you set everything up. You even made the bed properly, flattening out the sheets and organizing the pillows as it was in the shot and Haru assumed you didn't want people thinking you were messy or anything.

The bed had been made when he had gotten there. Granted, that had been a few hours ago, and few 'activities' had happened since then.

"You've got dirty in your eyes." You teased as you fluffed a pillow and placed it neatly on the bed, moving to the squishy cow plushie that had fallen on the floor and putting it back on the bed.

" Can't help it, I'm a healthy teenage boy with hormones." He simply stated, and you were tempted to throw a pillow at him but resisted.

You could feel Haru's eyes burning holes in you as you adjusted the camera and lighting, checking everything for a second time to make sure it looked good. You usually wouldn't be filming to late in the day, but Haru had come over unannounced, so there was a change in plans.

Well, you had mentioned to him that your parents were out of town for the weekend, and Haru had possibly seen a rare opportunity to be alone with you. Not that you were complaining.

You took a breath and fluffed out your hair a bit as you sat down next to Haru, who was already fidgeting with a tube of mascara on the low-table.

"Hello my lovelies, welcome back to my channel, today we have a super special guest, Haru-Kun." You smiled at the camera and then presented the handsome boy who only gave the nod to the camera, greeting your audience with a simple and polite, 'hello and thank you for having me.'

You were already sure that you were going to get a hundred comments just about how hot Haru was. Not that you could blame them in the slightest.

Hastuharu had a 'bad boy' look, but despite his tattoos and piercings that could make him look a little intimidating, he was the sweetest boy you knew. Well... he was sweet and polite for the majority of the time. His dark side was a whole other story. But you found yourself loving both because whether he was light or dark, he was still Haru, and you loved him.

"Thank you for tagging me to do this challenge, I am so excited, alas... I am single, BUT Haru-Kun offered to help me out anyway." You explained to your audience, it was a lie, but you and Haru simply couldn't be public about your romantic relationship due to his family.

You looked to your white and black haired boyfriend, asking for what had to be the 7th time if he was really okay with doing this. Hatsuharu was so kind, and you didn't want to pressure him into doing anything he wasn't comfortable doing.

"Do you not trust me?" He asked, slightly lifting an eyebrow but still maintaining his somewhat placid face.

"Of course I do." You did trust him with your life... you, however, didn't fully trust him to be able to do your make-up, but it would be fun.

"I've laid out all of my daily make-up along with a few other fun stuff." As you spoke, Haru started to stretch as if he were getting ready for a fight, and you had to stop yourself from laughing from his dead-pan face as he did so.

"Are you going to tell me what to do?" Haru asked, already looking a little overwhelmed just by picking up your eyelash curler as if it were some device from outer space.

"Nope!" You chirped, popping the 'P.' He pouted, and you had to stop yourself from leaning over and placing a kiss on his lips. He was just way too cute for his own good.

The boy looked over all the products, picking up one and then placing it down before picking up another.

"What's this?" He asked

"Moisturizer." At that, he pumped the bottle and squirted a bit of creme into his hands, then proceeding to gently massage it into your face. Haru was very gentle with you, which didn't surprise you one bit.

"And this?" Now he was just being ridiculous.

"... lip gloss." You gave him a look that said 'seriously' as you tried to fight off a smile.

"Ah.. I like this one." He smirked as he stared blatantly at your lips.

"Haru!" You whined as your face blew up red, and he only laughed softly, clearly enjoying tormenting you. Haru really needed to be more discrete if we wanted to keep you guys a secret.

"I'll save this for last..." He mentions as he places the cherry lip gloss down and picks up a bottle of your foundation.

He was surprisingly confident as he just squirted the bottle onto your face multiple times, you finally had to stop him after the 4th pump, asking him not to waste anything.

No words could describe the way you cringed when he picked up a blush brush and started to spread your foundation all over your face.

"What? Am I doing it right?" He asked as he pulled away the brush that had already worked its 'magic' on half of your face.

"You do whatever you feel is right." You told him, even though you really wanted to turn his attention towards your regular foundation brush.

While he looked for the next thing to do, you tapped on the table, trying to gesture to the blending sponge without being completely obvious.

"That is cheating, miss." He playfully scolded as he 'booped' you the nose with your now slightly ruined blush brush.

"Sir, I do not know what you are referring to... now pick up the sponge and blend out my face, please," you begged as you forced him to take the sponge into his hand, and he only smiled as he then just started hitting you in the face with the sponge, gently bouncing it on your face.

"This works a lot better...." He muttered as he continued to blend out your foundation, making it look a lot less streaky.

"Yeah, good call." You teased, unable to hide your smirk, and at that comment, you earned a pinch to your thigh, making you squeal.

You made a mental note to edit that out later.

"Next is... oh this, this goes right here." Homeboy picked out the brightest blush he could find in your collection and went in hard.

"Oh..."

You bit the inside of your cheek as you caught your reflection in the mirror on the table.

"Haruuuu." You whined and started laughing as Haru went back to hit you in the face with the make-up sponge, trying to fix his mistake, making the bright blush a little less atrocious.

It was fun watching him concentrate so hard on the task, his face completely serious as he applied your make-up. As he worked, you just simply enjoyed his handsome features.

When it came time to do your eyes, you were thankful for the comically bright blush because Haru cradled your face to do your eyeliner, your heart was beating a million miles a minute.

"Okay, look up," Haru instructed, getting a little more confident the more he worked, you followed his orders and let him apply your mascara.

Haru backed away, holding your chin in his hands, admiring his handiwork. Last but not least, he reached for the cherry lip gloss he had picked up earlier and then instead of putting it on you, applied it to his own lips.

"What are-" Haru didn't let you finish your sentence as he leaned towards you and gave you a deep kiss, the cherry lip gloss transferring from his lips to yours.

"Haru! We're filming!" You squealed as he continued to give you small, delicate kisses along your jawline and down your neck.

"You -can edit -it out later." He said in between kisses.

"You love creating extra work for me!" You tried to get mad at him, but Haru was making it impossible for you to think straight.

"Well, since you're already going to have to cut it out anyway.... might as well take advantage." The handsome boy smirked, his darker side coming out to play as he placed kisses from your collarbone, sucking softly on your neck and then bringing you in for a long, heated kiss on your lips. Haru's fingers trailed up your waist to your chest, gently feeling you up, causing a moan to erupt from your mouth as his hand slid under your sweatshirt.

"No bra.. naughty girl... let's give them something worth watching," Haru smirked as he carefully pushed you onto the ground as he hovered over you, ravishing you as much as his curse would allow.

Later, when you posted the challenge video, only a few people commented on how Haru's clothes were slightly dishevelled compared to the beginning of the video. You were just glad no one noticed the bite mark the boy left on your neck.

Haru had also been begging for the full unedited video, but you were holding it hostage in case you needed him for another video challenge.

Maybe next time he would let you do his make-up.

#fanfiction #fruits basket fanfiction #hatsuharu sohma #haru x reader #fruits basket #hatsuharu x reader #fruits basket x reader

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smolslothloaf · 4 years

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Yo as the only Micheal Crew fan (prolly), can I just say I’m so fucking salty that he died how he did?

Homeboy’s been hinted at since the fourth episode in this entire goddamn series, he’s been repeatedly connected to the Leitner books (which I guess are less important now that we’ve met Jurgen Leitner and we’ve got Gerard but uggggghhhh), he’s got a cool lightning scar and backstory and everything!

And once we get to meet him? He’s so intriguing-he ‘s polite even as he forces Jon to just fall through the air, he has a great voice (both literally and writing wise), and once he explains his backstory it doesn’t dissapoint. You get the image of this scared child whose been searching for protection and meaning his whole life. This creature’s been following him ever since he’s gotten his lightning scar, you kinda get that it’s the personification of his past even if he connects it all back to the Vast. To an extent, he kinda describes his relationship with his scar and his journey in self discovery all as both finding meaning and acceptance in the Vast. The moment he figures out what’s been calling to him is also the moment he accepts his past and his trauma. It all makes sense and comes together.

What I also find particularly interesting the way he laments about never being able to remember the most important events of his life, as I feel it’s something we all can relate to. Traumatic or not, negative or positive, many of us have trouble recalling the most life-changing events of our lives. We feel frustrated over this, we beat ourselves up for it, it’s just apart of life. In Mike’s statement this is such a small detail but it’s one that resonates with me deeply.

They set up Micheal Crew in such an engaging light and make him feel so real. I will admit that I’m not sure how much more they could do with him as this episode tied up pretty much all loose ends in his story. That being said, I would’ve absolutely LOVED to see more of him! He has an intruging personality, a cool backstory, he could’ve been a neat reaccuring character or something.

But no! Daisy Fucking Tonner just needsa bust down the fucking door and be like “YO THIS BITCH HUMAN?” And Jon’s like “uhhh ig not” and Daisy’s like “WELL THAT MEANS HES GONNA CATCH THESE HANDS.” AND JUST FUCKING SHOOTS HIM???

FUCK THAT NOISE.

YOU BUILD UP A CHARACTER OVER THE COURSE OF THREE SEASONS, WE MEET HIM AND HE GIVES US HIS LIFE STORY, THERES STILL SOME ROOM FOR HIM TO GIVE US ANSWERS OR SOME SHIT, THEN YOU HAVE THE A U D A C I T Y TO JUST YEET DAISY IN AND HAVE HER SHOOT HIM OUTSIDE?

O K A Y

LIKE,,, IG THEY NEEDED TO SET UP DAISY’S STORY AND GET MICHEAL OUT OF THE STORY OR SOME SHIT BUT. NOT LIKE THIS PLEASE?? IM FULLY WILLING TO ACCEPT THAT IM JUST UNREASONABLY SALTY ABOUT THIS BUT SERIOUSLY?? SHE JUST. SHOWS UP. SHOOTS HIM. THREATENS JON. BITCHES FOR AWHILE AND WE’RE SUPPOSED TO BE OKAY WITH IT?

MICHEALS NOT EVEN BROUGHT UP AFTER THAT HE KINDA JUST GOT SHOVED TO THE SIDE FOR IMPORTANT PEOPLE PLOT(tm). HE GETS. PUSHED. TO. THE. SIDE. IN. HIS OWN. FUCKING, EPISODE. WASNT JON GONNA QUESTION HIM MORE? WASNT THAT WHY JON WAS THERE? I MEAN I GUESS HE COULDNT CUZ MICHEAL COULDDA DEFO KILLED HIM, BUT HE DIDNT EVEN DROP ANY BREAD CRUMBS FOR JON’S INVESTIGATION. JON LITERALLY GOT JACK SHIT FROM THAT INTERACTION ASIDES FOR MORE FUEL FOR HIS STATEMENT KINK. AS FAR AS THE PLOT’S CONCERNED, JON DIDN’T NEED THE CONTENTS OF MIKE’S STATMENT. THE KNOWELDGE WAS GOOD BUT HE GOT NO FURTHER ON HIS INVESTIGATION OF THE STRANGER. HE WAS DIRECTED TO MIKES DOOR FOR THE PLOT BUT THE PLOT AINT THERE, THE PLOTS AT DAISYS HOUSE

TO REVIEW:

THEY

DEADASS

JUST

THREW MICHEAL CREW IN THERE

HAD HIM EXPLAIN HIS BACKSTORY

THEN KILLED HIM OFF

AFTER HYPING HIM UP

FOR

THREE

FUCKING

SEASONS

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???

ARE YOU ACTUALLY FUCKING KIDDING ME???

YA KNOW THATS PROLLY THE ONE BIG BONE IVE GOTTA PICK WITH THIS SHOW. THEY BUILD UP INTERESTING CHARACTERS OVER THE COURSE OF FULL SEASONS, THEN THEY’RE ONLY GIVEN THEIR TIME TO SHINE FOR ONE EPISODE BEFORE BEING ADRUPTLY KILLED OFF AND NEVER MENTIONED AGAIN. I HEARD IT GETS BETTER BUT ITS A PRETTY BIG PROBLEM FOR THE FIRST TWO SEASONS.

JANE PRENTISS COULDDA BEEN COOL! AND SHE WAS COOL! BUT SHE ONLY ACTUALLY DID SHIT FOR ONE EPISODE THEN WAS KILLED WITH LITTLE RESISTANCE. SHE DIDNT EVEN MAKE A COMEBACK OR ANYTHING, THEY REALLY JUST WENT “THAT BITCH DEAD AND DID JACK SHIT” AFTER HYPING HER UP THE WHOLE SEASON. LIKD OKAY SURE GO OFF. THEYRE BUILDING UP BREEKON AND HOPE A BIT MORE NOW, CANT WAIT FOR THEM TO BE KILLED OFF AS SOON AS WE MEET THEM.

LIKE I GET IT I GET IT. MICHEALS STORY WAS COMPLETE. NOT EVERY CHARACTER NEEDS TO BE PLOT RELEVANT. NOT EVERY CHARACTER THATS BUILT UP NEEDS AN ELABORATE PLOT. NOT EVERY CHARACTER NEEDS A SATISFYING SEND OFF.

BUT IM STILL FUCKING MAD ABOUT IT CUZ I FEEL NOTHING. I LOVED HIS STATEMENT AND IT WOULD’VE JUST BEEN FINE IF MICHEAL WAS JUST LEFT ALONE AFTER THAT OR SOMETHING. OR HELL HE EVEN COULD’VE BEEN KILLED IN A DIFFERENT WAY I JUST HATE HOW DAISY CAME IN THERE OUT OF BUTTFUCK NO WHERE, SHOT A GUY SHE BARELY KNEW CUZ “he spoopy” AND ITS JUST NEVER BROUGHT UP. MIKE DIDNT EVEN NEED TO BE THERE. JON WENT THERE FOR ANSWERS, MIKE GAVE HIM NOTHING CUZ INSTEAD OF HAVING AN INTERESTING LITTLE CONVERSATION, DAISY NEEDED HER CHARACTER ARC. IM REPEATING MYSELF AT THIS POINT BUT IM JUST SO FUCKING ANGY ABOUT THIS.

FUCK DAISY, ALL COPS ARE BASTARDS

I am fully aware that I’ll wake up tomorrow and deem all of this as invalid and unreadable, I just needed to get this all off my chest. In all honesty the main reason I’m upset is because the Vast is my personal favorite entity and Micheal’s statement is a good summation of why

People affected by the Vast are just that-people. Well, all statement givers are people, but the Vast’s statments I find are much more grounded and down to Earth. They aren’t as out there or over the top like the Corruption or the Stranger. They’re just little ‘tweaks’ in someone’s perspective that shakes their core. It takes mundane occurances and pushes them to their extreme. All the Vast did in “High Pressure” was make someone feel as though they were sinking forever and forced them underwater. It’s some you could probably picture happening to yourself more clearly then say, being attacked by War Ghosts. (NOT bashing on War Ghosts btw, they’re just a different brand of spooky.) The type of fear that the Vast victims have is also kinda different to me. I’m not sure how well I can explain it but best I can describe it is that it feels like geunine trauma that someone with that phobia would experience? I still don’t think that’s quite right but take “A Long Way Down” for instance, where the statement giver’s brother suffers from Acrophobia. That’s a real boy with Acrophobia! I feel who he is as an actual person as I follow his life, I know his worst nightmare, and once you see what happens to him, you completely feel both from him and his brother. Or in “Freefall” where you see a mother mourn for her son’s trauma and death. She saw something he loved suddenly turn him so, so afraid then saw the very thing he feared swallow him up.

It’s just any average person greiving their loved one’s trauma or being pushed to a limit you can see yourself being pushed to. It’s all very grounded in reality and makes it all feel that more real. And I feel like Micheal Crew’s statement just summed that up so well. He’s such a perfect face for what I love about the Vast. He’s just a person at his core, who was scared and needed guidance.

It’s just that the way it ended and how adruptly he was killed left a sour taste in my mouth.

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artisticestheticreads · 5 years

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Summertime Magic

So, I saw the gif below and thought of a brilliant idea. It’s about 90 degrees out here in my neighboorhood so here is a one-shot about a young woman trying to cool down this summer but she sees something that can heat it up even more.

Something to hold y’all off until I post more of my series for “CONNECTED” and “Beauty and the Panther”.

Pairing: N’Jadaka x Black Thick Reader

Recommended Listening: Summertime Magic by Childish Gambino

LOS ANGELES, CALI, JUNE ‘19

The weather that day was unbearable to point everyone and anyone can walk outside completely nude and no one bat an eye. In a small one-story rented home, a young African American woman had finished her last yarn loc and finally got to rest. She lied there on her stomach, behind in the air with nothing but her undies and a crop top on. The AC was on full blow mode but the sweat still dripped down her forehead. She was in the middle of watching “Black Mirror” when she heard a car pull up her driveway; honking and blasting Tyler the Creator. “Y/N! I know you ain’t shit blood. Let’s go out”, a female voice said. Y/N looked out her window to see her best friend, Kesha, peeking through. She lifted up her window and said: “girl, it’s too hot to be out right now.” Kesha rolled her eyes and said “c’ mon, please. We can go to the store around the corner and chill at the beach. My ac is on and it is beautiful outchea. Now, get dressed and bring ya ass. You got thirty minutes.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and finally took a quick shower, slipped on a yellow short sundress and sandals to show off her bright peach color that matched her coffin-shaped acrylics. She placed a few golden clamps in her hair and was out to the car. “Oooo yes. I am feeling the locs” Kesha complimented as they made their way. “You finished them finally, huh?” Y/N nodded. “Yes, finally. It took all night but finally got it done.” Kesha raked her fingers through her box braids and told her “I may need a touch up in the first two rows. How much you gonna charge me?” Y/N looked at her braids and said “hmm, thirty. Sound good?”

“Yeah, thanks Y/N/N. I have a date next week and I gotta look good.” She looked at Shay and asked: “with you?” Kesha blushed and said “Ricky from down the street.” Y/N’s eyes bugged out. “Ricky?! Sandra’s Ricky?” Kesha raised her finger covering her friend’s mouth. “Used to be. Ricky dumped her months ago because she got comfortable saying nigga.” Y/N put her arm out her window and looked out. “That’s what happens when niggas date woman o other races. Hoes out here think just because the get black dick in them that is the automatic ‘n-card’. They pulled up into the parking lot of the store before Kesha fixed her gloss and observed her cocoa skin in the mirror; they both got out and walked in.

“Exactly. Meet you at the register.” Y/N went to the cooler to observe the drink selection. She caught the reflection of an unknown figure standing behind her. She made her way to the icee machine, grabbed a large cup and mixed Cherry with Coca Cola flavored. She grabbed a straw, taking it out and sliding her glossy lips around it. She turned around and was startled to see the strange man. “What up, baby? Who told you to look that fine?” Y/N rolled her eyes and said “bwoy, bye. I don’t know who you are and I don’t care.” When she was about to walk away, he grabbed her arm tightly and said “come on. I know your ass ain’t got a man.”

All of a sudden, a tall man in a vintage Fresh Prince jersey, black basketball, and Air Force ones stood at 6′2. Broad shoulders, muscular legs, dreads braided back with a nice fade and all, stood behind Y/N. “You aight, baby girl? I was looking for your cute ass.” He gently took her hand in his big one but she did not snatch it back. All she can do was melt into his touch while looking up at him. The stranger looked at the harasser with a brow rose and asked: “ya ain’t tryna be all on my girl, are you?” The man nervously laughed and said “Nah, big man. I didn’t-” The man slid her hand down the woman’s round waist and asked “Princess, is homeboy here giving you problems? Want me to rough his ass up like that last one?” He made his chest bounce when he said it and it made her wonder if anything else can bounce.

She shook her head and he said: “Nah, lemme hear that voice I love so much.” She blushed and said “no, it’s okay. Thank you though.” The man took his sucker out his mouth and smiled. He looked back to the guy and wrapped his arm around Y/N’s neck. “C’ mon, baby. Lemme buy yo snacks and let’s get the fuck outta here.” As they walked away, he looked back at the guy and raised his brow.” Y/N placed her snacks on the counter (a snicker, a spicy pickle and a bag of Cheddar Ruffles) with her drink and pulled the money she made from her last client out her bra; the man stopped her. “I got you, don’t trip.” He handed the cashier a twenty, got his change, got Y/N’s bag and held her hand as they walked out.

He walked them over to his pine-green Ford Explorer and leaned on it. “What’s ya name,” he asked and she said “Y/N” with her hand out. The man saw the creeper walk out and pulled her closer to him. “I’m N’Jadaka. Homeboy is right behind us. Just start giggling” he whispered and she did so but it was a genuine one because he breath was on her earlobe. The man turned the corner and N’Jadaka slowly let go. “Sorry about that. Nigga was tripping back there. Ya alright” he asked and she smiled sipping her drink. “I’m fine. Thank you for helping me out. I would have sprayed his ass but I left my keys in my homegirl’s car.” N’Jadaka looked back and looked at her, eyes traveling from her feet to her locs. “How long you been growing yours?” She laughed. “Unfortunately, it isn’t mine. They are yarn locs.”

His head tilted to the side and he said “oh shit, they look more natural than mine. I like ‘em. You should grow real ones. They fit your cute face.” She blushed and said “thank you. Who does yours?” He shook his head. “Eh, no one out here. I used to go out a barber up north but gas getting expensive.” That’s when he got the idea. “You know how to do dreads and maybe a line-up?” She smiled and said “yeah, let me see. Hold this real quick.” She bent his head down and got on her tippy toes. He placed his right hand her hip as Kesha was about to go to the car but stopped so she can watch.

“Hmmm, they look crotched but most likely twisted and locked. Can give you a hot oil treatment and a nice wash. A few are actually locking together which isn’t bad but they can get natted quick. I can charge about, eh, 75 and that’s with the fade, too. You don’t need a fae right now but we definitely gotta get these dreads right, N’Jadaka. I can give you my number and you can make an appointment. I have a few tomorrow but I can squeeze you in for Friday, sounds good.” He took his blow pop out his mouth and said “yeah, we can do that. What time you want me to come?” She took her drink back, sipping it and said “come over at eleven am. It’s gonna take a while.”

“Cool, I can come after my session at the gym” he handed her his phone to put her number in. She gave back to him and said “there you go. Thanks, again for the help and buying my stuff for me. That was sweet. I can pay you back.” He shook his head and said “don’t worry. It was my pleasure.” He put his cherry sucker back in his mouth as his eyes landed at the car behind her; he smirked. “Someone is waiting for ya, Y/N.” She turned to see Kesha nosey self watching and once she was caught she slipped in. “Text me so I can save your number, okay?” He nodded as he got int the driver seat and pulled off.

“Sooooooo, who was that nice looking brotha” her friend asked. Y/N looked over at Kesha and said: “just a man who help me out.” Kesha smiled rolling her eyes “mhmm, a fine man to add” as she started the car. When they made their way to another location, Y/N’s phone vibrated:

She smiled to herself as she saved his number. A fine man indeed, she agreed with her friend in thought.

Alright, loves. I love this so much btw. But let me know what y’all think and if I should do a chapter two and turn this into a series. I got A BUNCH of good ideas for this.

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cheeseandpoofies · 5 years

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If Only.

In which Shawn Mendes found himself loves his long time best friend.

warnings: none

It happened just like that, without any signs, or any warning that he could remember of. He found himself tried ignore the urge for loving Y/N, his long time friend. It started when he heard her voice, from the back of the wall of his hotel room. She was laughing over something he didn’t catch on, but he knew his heartbeat was beating faster than ever the moment she spoke. She walked in to greet him, with her hands still carrying her stuffs, casually get closer to him and wrapped her hands around his body.

“It’s been awhile, homeboy! You look more bulky, I must say.” She chirped with wide warm smile.

“Y-yeah, you still look like you were six months ago.”

Y/N laughed, so freely that he started to miss her carefree and bubbly side. “I wasn’t the one who’s a celebrity so, yeah, I am pretty much the same.”

He just came back from his long and packed tour, went to many places and cities around the world. He stopped by in New York for a while, attending Gala and taking some rest before touring again. Him and his team agreed on inviting some of his friends from Toronto to the party he holds in few days from now.

And of course, Y/N’s name is on the top of the list. She was his person ever since high school, she even went to his schedules some times. But she was a very ordinary person, not a part of his team, not even wanted to be in the spotlight, so she missed the occasions a lot.

Shawn walked her to her room, which she’s going to use with one of their mutual, Lila. But Lila took different flight and she hadn’t arrived yet. He took glances to see Y/N, watching her talking endlessly about her college and final term exam. She was glowing, he could see that. She was always a talker but he thought that this must be one of the happiest day of her life. He was glad, though. They were pretty close in high school that sometimes he joked she couldn’t live without him. But eventually he went bigger and she went busier, they couldn’t meet as much as they used to.

“I attended few classes but I fell on the third day, it was pretty bad. I had bruises all over my legs.” She talked as she put the card room on its place to open the door.

“You did what?” Shawn stopped walking and stared at his best friend as if she just dropped the most terrifying news to him.

“I fell, did you even listen to me the whole time, bulky?”

“I did, okay. Just making sure what I heard. So, you go to the hospital?”

“What? No! It wasn’t to the point I had to go to the hospital, my college has a clinic and that was enough.”

Shawn frowned by the way she explained things. It was her habit, trying not to go to hospital as long as she could get a treatment from somewhere else. She wasn’t so fond of the place and he knew that. Y/N ignored his look and decided to put her things as she kept talking.

“My fingers were bruised too, there were bloods but good thing is, I didn’t pass out. I guess I got better handling it.”

“God.. You’re so worrying.”

Shawn sat on the edge of the bed and taking her with him, “Come here.”

“What?”

“Come here, let me see your hands.”

She put her phone away and walked closer to him, letting him take her hand. He scanned her fingers with his eyes, looking a bit worried as there were some bruised left on there. There were silence between them for a minute. She took it as a chance to speak again.

“They’re fine, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Shawn let out a sigh and stared at her while looking not so happy. He knew what kind of a person she is, she refused to go to the hospital every time there was an accident happen, and she didn’t always honest what she felt. And it worried him so much.

“You should be more careful.”

“I am, really.”

“And you should be more honest with me. You Facetimed me almost every two days but you didn’t even tell me about this, not even our friends. I bet they didn’t tell me because you told them not to?”

She smiled softly, “Kind of, I didn’t want to make you worried while touring. I believe you were busy and tired yourself so talking about what made you even unhappier wasn’t a good thing.”

“Y/N--”

“Shawn, relax. Okay? I’m fine now. Shall we go outside already?”

He sighed again then nodding at her. “Let’s go.”

The story about her falling down in one of her classes definitely made him more protective to her. He already knew he was having battle with himself regarding what he actually feels. As much as he didn’t want to admit it wasn’t love, he knows it was more than just one worried about a friend’s safety. It was more than that.

He found himself enjoying her presence more than he should. When he prepared for the Gala, he had some press around his room, and his friends were outside the hotel on their own. They had their own plans to stroll around New York except her, or so he thought.

She walked inside his hotel few minutes before the people from magazine arrived, looking pretty with a flowery dress and sandals. “Hey,” she greeted him.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“Lila and I are going to Central Park today, she said this is the right time to enjoy New York City and everything’s around.” She said, while smiling widely to him.

He laughed, “What was that mean?”

“You know, guys” she winked, and she took out something from her sling bag.

His smile disappeared the moment she mentioned guys, he then remembered how Lila always talked about guys in America are the hotter than the ones in their hometown, it said they are the most attractive. Especially those who lived in NYC. Even though he hardly could agree, he found some of his acquaintance are good looking and freaking attractive as hell.

“Here, I forgot to give it to you since we didn’t have much time for ourselves, but here you go.”

“What’s this?” he asked, with his mind still lingering about what she just said, while receiving a velvety box on his hand. The box was rather small, but it was a bit heavy made his expectation went up high.

“See it yourself, but! Don’t open it now, wait until I left.”

“Y/N, this..”

“I know it’s not your birthday, but let me give you something. I hadn’t give you anything since two years ago, which is why I’m sorry. And this is not the fanciest thing for you but I hope it met your expectation.”

He didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t a full of surprise person but this time she did surprise him. She had a rough year last year regarding her college, and he stayed in the States more than he was previous year. They only met a couple of times in total, and he knew it kept bugging her mind.

“You always met expectation, Y/N.”

She chuckled. “Whatever you say, Mendes. I’m going now. See you tomorrow!”

He waited until she left the room, and rushed opening the box. He then found himself staring at a leather wrist watch, the brown coloured leather giving off classy look but the gold metal on the watch made it more elegant, and fancier. It wasn’t like what she said--not the fanciest thing--for him, this was the fanciest thing he’d ever received from a friend.

And it was from her, on top of that. Little did he knew, he had both of his cheeks warmed and blushed by the thought of her thinking of giving him such a present.

For the past days, Shawn couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He had few days free from schedules and decided to stroll around the city with his old circle friends, along with Brian, Connor, Liv and even Alessia. They went to Central Park together, had a breakfast there.

Both Shawn and Y/N were always next to each other all the time, as if they were glued. Shawn took this chance to make a move, slightly bolder as he's being eager to be with her.

"I forgot to bring my camera," she let out a sigh, leaning to the tree as she watched the others taking pictures of each other.

"I have mine, let me take a picture of you." Shawn smiled, took out his camera and pressed the snap button before she could even complain.

"Heyㅡ"

"You need to see your own face, it's hilarious." Shawn laughed as he took down his camera and take a few step back.

"Delete that."

"I can't, baby."

"Shawn," she groaned. "Don't take a picture of me ever again."

"You are gorgeous today, sweetheart. Let me take some more of you," he snapped, again, and again.

She wasn't happy at first but ended up laughing as Shawn keep guiding her to make a great pose.

"Stay there, don't move."

She sighed, but listened and stayed still anyway. She let him take another shot of her before finally seemed like he finished. "Now stop making me as the object of your shots, I wanna take some shots of the nice view from here."

Shawn walked closer to her, giving his camera to her hand just like that. And when their hands touched each other, Shawn gave a thin smile that slowly grow as a bigger one. "What do you mean, y/n? You are the view here."

And there, for a few seconds she felt her face getting warmer as well as her heart beats faster.

They ordered Joe’s Pizza for the night, having a great time on Shawn's room since everyone refuse to give their room as the common room for a night. Nothing happened between both Shawn and her but they stayed next to each other for the whole night. She had a few shots of wine and passed out on the couch she shared with Shawn, they ended up sleeping next to each other as the bed was taken by Connor and Brian and everyone else was shattered all over the place. They also took Brooklyn Bike Tour on the next day during daylight before going to party in a club Shawn booked for his friends.

Shawn was looking around when he realized she wasn’t under his radar. He thought she was in front of the stage where a band performed, but she wasn’t there. He got off his seat and find Lila taking a sip of her drink, Connor and Liv were beside her.

“Hey guys.”

“Shaawwwn! The star of tonight’s party,” Liv laughed, looked half drunk already, Connor took this chance to take the glass off her hands.

“Yeah hahaha thanks, have you seen Y/N?”

“Y/N? She went to the toilet half an hour ago, but we don’t see a glimpse of her till now.” Connor said.

Lila nodded, “I think she went outside? But I’m not sure.”

“What happened?”

Three of them shrugged their shoulders, looking just as confused as him. Shawn only nodded at them before leaving to find her. He decided to walk out the club and wander around the neighbourhood. There are some restaurants on the same block as the club, most of them has closed.

Except one, a fast food restaurant that still has the light on. Shawn walked to that place and scanning the whole place with his eyes, found a figure of female he was familiar with were sitting at the corner. He could only notice her back and her brown long wavy hair, but he knew immediately it was her.

He walked in and went straight to her, “Y/N?”

She turned around, looking surprised when she saw Shawn. “Shawn? What are you doing here?”

“Shouldn’t I be the one who ask? What’re you doin?”

She turned away a bit, avoiding his eyes. “I am not feeling well.”

“Are you sick?”

“No, it’s not about that.”

“And?”

She didn’t say anything for a while, leaving his words hanging in the air. She took a sip of her milkshake, and leaned on the couch as she stared back at the beautiful hazelnut eyes of him. “I just.. you know, I had to go back home tomorrow..”

Shawn nodded slowly, still trying to find where’s this going.

“And I probably will be having a hard time to meet you again after this,” she spoke really slowly, and pretty much in low tone. He stunned, didn’t realize that was true. And he just realized it now, with her saying it out loud. He didn’t think about it much because he thought everything’s gonna be fine, everyone’s here.

“I’m sorry, you have to—”

“No, Shawn. It’s okay. God, I shouldn’t have to say this.”

“Hey, hey,” Shawn took her hands before she could put it down under the desk, and naturally he rubbed her hands very gently. “It’s okay, really. I didn’t realize that what you were saying is true. I’m going back to tour and it would be hard to be home after this.”

“You’re not even at home right now,” she chuckled.

He laughed along with her, “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry that I had to bring you and the rest here. I couldn’t manage to squeeze my time to go back home.”

“Shawn,” she whispered. “It’s okay. We all know how busy you are, even your friends went along with you becoming your team and understand how important everything’s is. I was just feeling blue because I had to go home again, without you.”

He didn’t understand what she was trying to say, but his heart hurts to hear that. After months being away from city to city, country to country, he had realized that he missed his ordinary life. It wasn’t because he disliked being on tour, it was just.. making him homesick, more than he could see. And for the past few days he realized it wasn’t just about missing home, he missed her too.

He missed everything they did during high school, he missed going to her home, hanging out with her brother and her family. He missed going to the park with his circle of friends, or going to the beach together during summer and he would find himself feeling content with his friends and her around him.

And now she clearly stated she felt blue because she’s going to leave without him made him wonder if she felt the same. What if she did? What if she actually feeling mutual?

Suddenly it hits him, maybe she did. Maybe she really likes him too. “y/n, you can come along if you want to.”

It wasn’t the first time for him asking her to come along, with him and the team. She refused to go with him every time he asked, though. And it was always about college, her education always came first for her. And he couldn’t blame her, as much as he wants to. She wanted to make her parents proud by graduating on time, despite everything she went through in college.

“I can’t.”

It was solid.

“Why? You were in summer break right now so why don’t just stay with me? We’re going to start again in few weeks and you could come along for some stops. It’ll be great.”

She shook her head several times before taking off her hands from his grip. He frowned, didn’t think this would be her respond. Didn’t she say earlier she’s sad that she had to go tomorrow? What happened with that?

“I can’t, Shawn.”

“Why?” he asked again, a bit more demanding this time.

“I.. I’ m seeing someone else,” she said carefully. She didn’t know why she did that but she did, because he didn’t look happy with her rejecting his offer. And the moment she told him, his face went blank, a bit lost in a few seconds.

“What do you mean?”

She sighed, “You know what I mean, don’t ask me that.”

“But—you didn’t tell me this earlier? Who’s this guy?”

He didn’t realize that his voice went higher than he supposed to, and it made her taken aback. He was still staring deeply at her, oblivious by the whole changing mood between them.

“I don’t know how to, you look pretty tired and had to go to the Gala, and become busy again, surrounded by people I don’t know. And yesterday was—you looked pretty content—” she paused, trying to figure him out.

“Is that so?”

She bit her lips, “I’m sorry.”

She didn’t know why she was sorry.

“What for?”

She didn’t answer. Instead she looked away, avoiding his gaze. For the past days she felt there was something different that came off from him, but she couldn’t figure it out. He went all clingy more than he used to, being more protective as she told the story about her incident, and was with her for the whole day yesterday and this morning. She didn’t see this coming.

She might be wrong but she didn’t see this coming from him.

“So, tell me,” he paused a bit. “How long it has been?”

She took a deep breath, “Six months, I think.”

“Six months?” he repeated.

“I—we’re in the same class so I had known him pretty long.”

Six months. It was around the time he was in tour already, and according to her story, it seemed like they had gotten closer way before that. And he wasn’t home for months even before tour. He smiled bitterly, suddenly feeling like a fool.

Of course, she wasn’t a kid anymore. She had the right to date and choose a man that made her happy. The one that will always be there for her, on top of that. Not the one that was away for months, leaving her while going to many places she hadn’t reach yet. He was too late to realize how she means to him.

It was too late.

He was a fool to think he had a chance with her, to actually asking her out on a date the moment he heard her voice and laugh after months being away of each other. He was a fool to think she shared the mutual feeling as him, feeling more than just as friends just because they inseparable for the last two days. It was all too late, and he wanted to blame no one but himself.

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urfavepisces · 6 years

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it was all fake right?/peter kavinsky one shot pt. II

a/n: i honestly can’t believe all of the love you’ve all shown me on ‘this is fake right?’! thank you so much for reading it and i hope this next part is equally entertaining. also the line breaks and italicized words indicate that it happened in the past. once again i hope you all enjoy this one (:

part I (this is fake right?)

word count: 2,540 (yikes, sorry i got carried away)

warnings: a few cuss words lmao

“The limit does not exist if-if the value of x is zero?” You turned the note card around to reveal if you had gotten it right and seeing the answer made you shout out, “YES!” Immediately making the other kids look up at you glaring in your direction.

You hunched back into your seat, “My bad.” You offered a sheepish smile but were met with a few of them rolling their eyes at you and went back to their own text books and laptops.

You’d been studying nonstop for your Calculus midterm coming up in a couple of weeks and you needed an A especially if you were going to pass the class. Currently, you barely had a B and you were freaking out. The universities you were going to be applying to in a year and a half needed to see that you took school serious and your future depended on it.

Usually you were on top of your shit. When projects were assigned you usually planned them out the next day and had them done at least a week before they were due. Tests were a toss up to be honest, when it came to English and History either you knew it or you didn’t. So studying for those two subjects rarely happened. However, when it came to Calculus and Spanish you were always making sure you got the material down before a quiz, midterm and especially a final.

But ever since you and Peter decided to start this fake relationship your priorities had shuffled and school became second when it came to him. You two were halfway through the second month of it and you were falling behind on your classes that you knew you needed to put in extra effort to comprehend the material.

Mrs. McBride and Mr. Barrios were disappointed in your lack of care for their class. You hung your head in shame when they confronted you on your poor performance in their class, they even said they’d wanted to contact your Dad but you let them know that you would definitely be trying a lot harder from now on.

He had more on his plate than he could handle at times and he didn’t need to worry about how you were doing in school. You couldn’t stand to disappointed the sweet man.

You shook your head and focused back on the flash cards before you. You went through them three more times before you switched over to finishing an assignment for Spanish that was due the next day. As you started to write your name on top of the worksheet, your name was being yelled.

Your had snapped up almost causing you whiplash before your vision settled on your best friend, Angelina Thompson. You narrowed your eyes and gave her the look you always did when she was doing too much but of course she couldn’t take a hint and waltzed up to the table you were sitting at and sat herself right on top of it.

“Girl, where have you been?” I texted your ass like five times and you know I don’t do that for just anybody.” She raised her eyebrows at you and flicked her locs over her shoulder.

You could feel the other students’ eyes on you again and this time they looked like they were going to cuss you out. Angie noticed their stares, “Excuse me. Mind your business.” She waved them away with her hand.

Before one of them could be bold enough to say anything you hurriedly gathered your things and stuffed them into your back pack before grabbing onto her arm and dragging you both outside of the school library.

“You know you do too much sometimes. We’re literally in a library, you can’t just be loud like that.” You looked at her pointedly.

She shrugged, “Yea well I wouldn’t have to if Peter ‘puppy dog eyes’ Kavinsky wasn’t talking my ear off, asking where you were.” She jabbed her finger into your shoulder making you slap her hand away.

You scratched your scalp before walking down the hallway, “Sorry I had to study. I’m not doing well in some of my classes and I’m not trying to have my Dad find out.”

She nodded understanding where you were coming from, “Ok well it still doesn’t explain why your boyfriend is bugging me about it. Y’all don’t text each other or talk?”

You didn’t respond immediately because you didn't know how to word your explanation. Ever since the movie night, you had started to actually fall for Peter and you couldn’t help but do it. Peter Kavinsky was a sweet person who constantly looked after you and all the little things he did were starting to get to you.

The Monday after the movie night, you two were the talk of the school more than ever before.

During third period, you got a hall pass and went to the bathroom. As you flushed and pulled your pants up, the door opened and your name was being mentioned.

“So looks like Peter is over you, him and Y/N look like they’re getting serious.” A voice you made out to be Jackie Lawson which meant the only other person she could be talking to was Jessica Meyers, Peter’s ex girlfriend.

You heard Jess scoff, “Please we both know that whatever they have is nothing compared to my and Peter’s relationship. You know we still text.”

If it was actually plausible that your heart could stop beating, you’re sure that that’s what it just did. Anytime you thought that maybe, just maybe this thing between Peter and you was morphing into something real you were thrust back into reality.

You went closer to the door of the stall you were currently in. You thanked the heavens that you were in the last one so they couldn't tell someone else was in the bathroom with them.

“I’m just saying Jess, the way he looks at her is special. Plus I heard he’s taking her on the annual ski trip and we all know what happens on the ski trip.” You could hear Jess sigh loudly before saying, “Yea I guess we’ll just see.”

They left a few minutes after that and you finally felt like you could breathe. Even though you’d agreed to the trip when you two came up with the terms of the contract, now you weren’t so sure anymore that you could go through with it.

The very next day, you went along with the usual routine you two had. You sat with him at lunch and tried to engage with his friends who were slowly becoming your friends as well but you were mentally checked out. Your mind was a chaotic mess going through all the moments you and Peter shared and whether they were real or just part of the pact you two took.

Peter had noticed how quiet you were and the hand he had on your thigh, lightly squeezed the smooth skin. You blinked a few times before turning your head towards him.

“You good?” His pretty brown eyes scanned over your features before settling on your eyes gauging them for how you were feeling.

You simply nodded and brought your hand to your ear, lightly squeezing the lobe. It was a tall tale sign that you were lying and he figured it out three weeks into the fake relationship.

“Yea Peter. Actually, Angie wanted me to meet her before lunch ended.” You grabbed onto your back pack and stood up, “So I’m going to head out.”

Peter stared up at you and desperately wanted to say something about you lying to him but he decided against it and let you go reluctantly.

“Sure, we’re still hanging out after school right?” He smiled hopefully.

You nodded, “Yea sure, maybe. I don’t know actually because of homework and stuff but I’ll let you know.” You gave him a half-assed smile and scurried out of the cafeteria, if you had turned around you would’ve seen the confused and hurt look on Peter Kavinsky’s pretty face.

After school that day you avoided Peter and ended up walking home from school. You were lucky that your Dad had picked your sister up early from school for an orthodontist appointment so you didn’t have to deal with that awkward ordeal.

When you walked home your phone had been buzzing nonstop and you knew it was Peter. Your heart sank feeling bad for ignoring him but you had no choice you had to protect yourself. Your feelings were starting to become too much and you weren’t ready to deal with them or Peter.

Angie’s face remained emotionless and you were freaking out about how she was going to react. You just wanted to her say something.

You nudged her arm, “Angie I can’t take this, I need your help.” You cried.

She blinked a couple of times coming out of her stupor, “Girl I can’t believe y’all agreed to a fake relationship only for y’all to actually develop feelings.” Angie couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of her best friend’s situation.

“I didn’t mean to-wait you said both of us caught feelings. How?” You held on tightly to your black binder.

She rolled her eyes, “How do you not see the way homeboy looks at you. Lowkey makes me gag sometimes but I love you so I think it’s kind of cute. For real Y/N think about it. Think of the things he’s done and does for you just to make life easier on you plus I don’t think anyone could listen to your little sister sing for more than five minutes but he did it with no hesitation.”

All you could do was shrug. You really had no idea and it didn't matter that she told you all these things because a huge part of you thought that there was absolutely no way Peter Kavinsky liked you like that. Especially after what you’d heard in the bathroom a couple days ago. This was merely business and you needed to get your shit together if you were going to fulfill your side of the deal.

“Come on girl, Peter doesn’t like me. It’s all fake.” You started to walk towards your locker with her in tow.

She swung her arm around your shoulders, “Yea okay.” Angie gave you her infamous side eye and left it at that.

“Y/N!” You two turned at the sound of your name being called and your crush the one that had also gotten that forsaken letter came into view.

Danny Luna was also one of the popular guys in school but Peter was a couple notches above him.

You looked to your best friend for help but she just smirked and left you two by yourselves. You narrowed your eyes at her retreating form before turning back towards your locker.

“Hey Danny.” You settled on rearranging your textbooks not trying to really acknowledge him.

He leaned against your locker looking at you expectantly before speaking, “So you and Peter Kavinsky?”

You nodded, praying that that would be enough of an explanation.

He pulled on one of his back pack straps and scratched the back of his neck, “I’m just surprised because that letter you wrote it-.” The sound of your locker slamming shut cut him off, “Sorry Danny, I just don’t feel that way anymore plus you and my sister had a thing.” He shook his head, “No yea of course. It’s just I was thinking that we could talk about it.”

Before you could respond, you caught sight of Peter heading down the hall towards you two. “I-uh gotta go Danny.” You walked away, your feet hurriedly getting you away from the uneasy situation.

As you rounded the corner, you heard his voice, “Whoa, whoa, whoa Y/N hold on.”

You’d miss the sleepy drawl of his voice even though it’d only been a day since you two actually talked. You looked up at him but decided to fix your gaze somewhere else, Peter always had a way of making you melt just by him simply looking at you.

“What’s going on? We were supposed to hang out yesterday and you bailed, Never even texted me back or answered my calls. You’ve been avoiding me and now I see you talking to Danny Luna.” He was irritated, you could tell just by how fast he was speaking.

While he’s talking, all you could really do was focus on the campaign poster behind him.

Hmm…you didn’t know Melanie Gibson was running for junior class president, good for her. Your eyes read over her campaign promises and agreed with most of them.

“Hey, are you even listening to me?” You closed and opened your eyes and it took a couple seconds before your vision focused on Peter.

You hadn’t and you didn’t even try.

You coughed, covering your mouth with the inside of your elbow and looked to him while you pulled on your earlobe, “Mhmm.”

He reeled back as if he had been slapped, “Really?” Peter narrowed his eyes at you and the look you could only make out was that he was hurt.

Peter crossed his arms and tilted his head towards you, “You’re lying to me. I thought we didn’t keep secrets from each other.” He motioned the space between you two.

The way his mouth curved through those words made you do double take at Peter. You raised an eyebrow and tilted your chin up, “No I’m not. How would you even know I was lying?”

Peter couldn’t take your stubbornness anymore, he had reached his limit, “How can I not know?! Anytime you grab your ear, you’re lying, I’ve seen you do it so much Y/N. Just tell me what’s really going on with you? And look the ski trip is coming up and we need to be on good terms before that so you-“ You shaking your had made him stop talking.

“Honestly Peter it’s time we just called it yea? This whole fake relationship has gone on for a lot longer than we both thought it would. You can take Jess on the ski trip and we can finally end it.” The words you’d spoken surprised both you and Peter for the same reason but neither you still didn’t know what the other was thinking.

With your head hanging low, you had the perfect view to see Peter’s sneakers take two steps towards you. “I want you to come on the ski trip with me Y/N.” With every inch he stepped in your direction, your nerves started to bubble up and you didn’t know how to deal with these feelings.

The only way you knew how to was your greatest defense mechanism which was to deflect and hurt the only person who had made you truly happy in these past few weeks. “Peter, this was all fake right? So let’s not make a big deal of it. I want you have to fun with Jess.” And before he could even utter a word, you hastily walked away from him.

It was all fake right? So why did the tears rolling down your cheeks make you feel otherwise?

#peter kavinsky #noah centineo #peter kavinsky imagine #noah centineo imagine #ahh i hope y'all like this one as well!

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bastionkeeper · 6 years

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Cleaning Up His Act

Summary: Kravitz encourages Taako to help out around the house, Taako realizes he’s a father figure, Angus gets ice cream. Full story under the cut.

A work by myself and @mykindofcontent!

Taako had done a lot of things in his time.

He’d had a cooking show, fought a giant spider, lived on a fake moon, and oh yeah...saved every world ever?

And none of that seemed the least bit hard when compared to this.

“Ugh.” He groaned. When no one replied he looked around and groaned louder, hoping to catch someones attention.

Kravitz glanced up from the book he was reading, or rather glanced down to the elf currently laying on the floor. “Is something wrong dear? That’s quite a loud groan.” He said teasingly.

“Yes, in fact there is,” Taako began, gesturing vaguely with a limp wristed hand. “It’s the sink.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong with the sink? Is it not flashy enough for you? Don’t pour glitter in it again, please.”

“Look, uh... sparkle suds was a one time thing, bone daddy...it didn’t really take off, small minds aren’t ready for my genius yet.”

Taako sighed deeply and placed a hand on his forehead in the universal body posture of one swooning. “No I’m afraid it’s the dishes. Too many of them. How am I supposed to make us a dope ass lunch with the kitchen in this state?”

“I know this may be an odd concept but, you could do the dishes and then make lunch.” Kravitz said, going back to his book.

“Like….with my hands?” Taako grimaced. “No, can’t do it. It’s too much! Oh, my vision is going dark…”

The elf’s body went limp on the ground with a dramatic feigned death. He draped his tongue out of his mouth for effect.

Kravitz, being used to this sort of behavior from the love of his life, didn’t even look up. “I am death, love, you realize you can’t trick me with that.”

“Can’t hear you homeboy, Taako is dead.”

Kravitz sighed deeply. “I’ll buy you that gold skirt you were staring at earlier if you do the dishes.” He offered.

Against his will, one of Taako’s ears perked up with interest. It’s true, he does like free stuff and being rewarded. Oh, but the cost!

“....”

Noticing Taako’s hesitation, he adds, “And a matching top.”

“Oh would you look at that, it’s a miracle and Taako lives again!” Taako sat up, arms spread wide. He hopped to his feet, and left not in the direction of the kitchen but towards the guest room.

Angus McDonald hadn’t really had a place to go after the B.O.B rebranded itself, so of course the amazing and generous Taako decided to give him a place to stay. All that generosity had to count for something in the favor department right?

“Oh, Ango!” he trilled, knocking on the doorframe. “How would you like to help ol’ Taako out for a second?”

Angus opened the door promptly, looking up at Taako with a smile. “I’d love to sir! I just finished my homework. Do you need a mystery solved?” It wasn’t often Taako came knocking unless he needed help with something, but Angus didn’t mind.

“Uh...yeah in a uh...sense,” Taako smiled. “You see I lost the ring Kravitz gave me and….I just can’t seem to find the darn thing! I think I was doing the dishes when I last saw it…”

Now, Angus was a smart boy, and knew in all his years of knowing Taako he’d never seen him do the dishes once, so this seemed an unlikely story. However, he wasn’t one to question his da- uh, mentor.

“That’s a pretty specific location, sir,” Angus pointed out. “Have you tried looking there yourself?”

“I’m a chef not a detective, kid,” Taako shot back, a little impatiently. “You wanna help or not, Agnes? There’s some cookies in it for you as a reward!”

He quickly nodded. “Of course I’ll help sir, I’m the world’s greatest detective!”

“Yeah, yeah, great kid.” Taako practically pushed Angus towards the kitchen. They were halfway there when Taako realized that Angus would expect to eventually find a ring and solve his little mystery. There had once been a time where the elf wouldn’t have cared so long as his goal was met, but dammit he may or may not have a slight soft spot for the boy.

With a twirl of a finger behind his back, Taako quietly cast minor illusion. Underneath the dishes (all of them of course, can’t have the kid stopping halfway through) a silver ring appeared.

“Hmmm,” Angus examined the sink. “Well, sir, I think the best way to locate the ring is to clean the dishes so we can get to the drain!”

“Yeah, my thoughts exactly, little dude.” Taako was already putting his feet up on the table and summoning his Fantasy Food Network Magazine™. “Make sure to dry ‘em before you put ‘em away.”

Meanwhile, back in the sitting room, Kravitz was hearing something suspicious.

The sound itself wasn’t suspicious, just that there was a sound. Was Taako actually...no, there was no way he was actually following through and doing the dishes. Kravitz panicked momentarily, he hadn’t really expected to have to buy that skirt and a matching top, it was mostly a bluff. Aside from cooking, Taako really wasn’t the “helping around the house” sort. Kravitz had to make a “no clothes on the floor” policy once they’d moved in together. He’d seen Taako’s room on the moon and it was a laundry hellscape from which there is no returning.

Deciding he had to investigate, Kravitz set his book aside to step into the kitchen. What he saw really shouldn’t have surprised him as much as it did.

Young Angus with his sleeves rolled up and soap suds on his arms, and Taako sitting at the table with a lemonade and a magazine he’d clearly cast levitate on.

“Taako, sweetie, love of my unlife, when I said do the dishes I meant I wanted you to do the dishes, not Angus.” “It’s okay sir!” Angus spoke up. “He lost his ring, I’m just helping him find it.”

“Angus.” Kravitz raised an eyebrow, he knew damn well that Angus knew damn well that wasn’t true.

The boy gave a bit of a helpless half shrug, his hands still in the sink. “It’s okay, I’ll just finish. It’s really not any trouble!”

“See? He doesn’t mind,” Taako said nervously. He was looking at Kravitz sheepishly with a look that screamed “please don’t make me sleep on the couch tonight”.

Instead of scolding Taako further, Kravitz went to the sink and helped Angus finish, drying the dishes off and putting them away for him. “Well, since you did the dishes I think you deserve ice cream.”

Taako’s ears perk up. “I want ice cream!”

“I was talking to the one who actually did the work,” Kravitz remarked dryly.

“I did a lot of work! I had to go all the way to Ango’s room, and I had to convince him to actually do them. Lying on the spot ain’t easy. Then I had to cast minor illusion. I’m exhausted!” He leaned back in his chair dramatically. “I deserve ice cream too.”

“Oh, how difficult it must have been to expend the spell slot to trick our son.” Kravitz rolled his eyes.

“Please don’t fight, sirs,” Angus said quietly. “It was really no trouble! I know that Taako doesn’t really like doing chores and I feel like I should pitch in every once in awhile because you all let me live here and I’m real grateful for that!”

Taako was still processing the fact that Kravitz just referred to Angus as their son.

Kravitz knelt in front of Angus and ruffled his hair with a smile. “We’re not fighting, it’s just a disagreement.”

“Those are synonyms, sir!”

Taako couldn’t help but chuckle at that. “He’s got you there, skele-baby. That vocab of his is paying off.”

“Well I’ll put it this way,” Kravitz said with a smirk, standing back up and straightening his suit. “Taako is in trouble, and Angus is being rewarded. Come on, Angus.”

Taako gives his best pout, leaning over the table towards Kravitz and looking like a wounded puppy. It might have worked on Magnus but Kravitz was immune.

As Taako’s two boys left (Taako whining the entire time), he became aware of a strange feeling in his chest. It was like...he felt...bad about his actions or something? Well, that really was strange. Taako wondered if there was a word for that kind of feeling.

Pushing the thought aside, Taako decided to focus on coming up with a plan to make Kravitz and Angus hero worship him again.

“Alright house. Prepare to be fucking spotless, Taako shows no mercy.” He mumbled to himself as he tied his hair up in a bun. He was tempted to employ Lup’s method of cleaning, which was to cast fireball on anything that wasn’t expensive or dear to her heart. However, he could practically hear Kravitz’s voice in his head reminding him that taking the time to clean without magic would be meaningful or whatever blah blah fake cockney blah…

If Taako hadn’t been busy cleaning his ass off he might have been worried about the fact that his boys were gone for two and a half hours. However, every bit of power he had physical and mental was going into cleaning. He ended up grateful for the effort he had put into sweeping and mopping when he eventually collapsed on the floor, out of breath and motivation.

When Kravitz and Angus did finally return, the house was dark and quiet. Angus was the first to notice it as they approached the front door.

“It’s not like Taako to go to bed so early,” he said.

Kravitz couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious as he opened the door, wondering if Taako was mad at him for taking Angus out without him. Then there was another worse possibility, after all Taako had his fair share of enemies.

Resisting the urge to summon his scythe, Kravitz approached the house as normal. He didn’t want to spook Angus for no reason.

“Taako?” he called out as they walked inside. “...Taako?”

There was a loud groan as Kravitz flicked on the lights, followed by a gasp from Kravitz as he saw Taako’s prone body on the ground.

“Taako!” He fell to his side, scooping the elf up in his arms. “What happened? Are you hurt?”

“I…” Taako murmured.

“You what, love?” Kravitz’s voice shook.

“I...have fucking...callouses…” Taako wiggled his fingers in front of Kravitz’s face.

“I think he cleaned, sir,” Angus said, adjusting his glasses as he peered around the room.

“That’s ridiculous, we both know Taako would never do that.” Kravitz said without hesitation. “Hey!” Taako suddenly regained control of his limp limbs. “I will have you know I cleaned this place top to fucking bottom and I deserve some respect for it. I contribute to this household! Which may I remind you is MY household, property of Taako!”

Kravitz let his shoulders relax a bit in relief, still keeping Taako in his arms. He finally took a look around. “I admit, it looks very nice in here. You did a fantastic job, love.”

“Well ch’yeah, Taako don’t half-ass nothing.” Taako folded his arms over his chest, ears flicking down with annoyance. The blush on his cheeks did not go unnoticed however. “How do people do that shit like all the time? I’m exhausted! And I broke a nail!” He added. “Well, most people clean as they go instead of waiting and doing it all at once…” Kravitz attempted to explain. He found as he got to the end of his sentence he was beginning to chuckle. He was full out laughing soon, and Angus was too. Taako was really blushing now.

“So, do I get a reward or what?” he huffed.

“First, can you explain why you were laying here in the dark?” Kravitz asked.

“It wasn’t dark when I laid down.” Taako shrugged. “I don’t control the sun.”

This earned another chuckle from Kravitz. “I did promise you a skirt and top, I promise to get them for you tomorrow. For now I think you should get some well deserved rest.” Taako whined, clinging to Kravitz. “Carry me, I’m too tired to move.”

“Very well.” Kravitz lifted Taako, and the elf was quick to wrap his arms around him and nuzzle into his neck. “Hey Angus, is it okay if I say goodnight to you now or do you want me to come tuck you in?”

“I think you should focus on tucking Taako in, sir,” Angus said knowingly. “Besides, I have a new Caleb Cleveland book to read! I can’t go to sleep yet!”

Kravitz went over to him and kissed his head. “Don’t stay up too late, okay?”

Taako tucked his head further into Kravitz’s neck, trying to ignore how warmth blossomed in his chest at the sight of his two favorite boys interacting.There was something about how Kravitz was always taking care of the kid that just made him happy.He’d never admit it out loud, but he was glad Angus had more role models than just him. He wasn’t really the best person to look up to…

As if reading his mind, Angus piped up before they left the room. “Sir! I’m really proud of you! You did something you didn’t enjoy today and that’s real hard to do!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever Agnes, g’night,” Taako couldn’t help the affection that seeped into his voice.

As much as Taako had been looking forward to asking Kravitz for a more intimate reward once he got home, he was just so tired. He finally understood what people meant when they said they were “bone tired”, his bones were practically yawning.

“I feel like I just went two rounds in Wonderland,” he remarked.

“Well, you can relax now.” Kravitz smiled. Taako’s eyelids were already drooping as Kravitz lay him on the bed. He even started taking Taako’s shoes off for him and unbuttoning his shirt. Taako beamed at the gesture, not many of the men he’d dated had undressed him for something as innocent as bed before.

“Mmm don’t think I’ve forgotten about my reward.” He mumbled sleepily. “Taako intends to collect.” “Yes dear, I promise you that skirt-” Taako cut him off. “Nahhhh, forget the skirt, I’ve got a million.” He waved a lazy hand. “Besides that was my reward for doing the dishes, I gotta get something else for the whole fucking house.” Kravitz chuckled. “Alright, what is it your heart desires for your labor?” He said teasingly. You. “Well, lets just say that tomorrow I’m not gonna be able to walk for a completely different reason.”

Kravitz hummed and left a trail of kisses from Taako’s forehead down his neck to his collarbone. “I think I can manage that. Now go to sleep, love.”

Taako grunted his agreement, already drifting into a dream. He was almost asleep before something occurred to him that made him sit straight up in bed, wide-eyed, and yell:

“KRAVITZ, ANGUS IS OUR SON.”

Kravitz blinked a few times. “We had a discussion about this when I first wanted to meet Angus, remember? I came to you and said I didn’t want to suddenly appear in his life if you two weren’t ready for it? What did you think I meant?”

“I mean, look we both know I’d never let anyone touch a hair on that boy’s head but I never really thought of him as a son I guess?” “He’s been living here for two years and you’ve called him your son before, Taako.”

“Yeah but-”

“You sign all of his permission slips. You make him breakfast and take him shopping for clothes.” Kravitz was giggling now at how long it had taken Taako to realize that what he had been doing was parenting.

“I mean, I know but-” “You buy him gifts, I’m pretty sure even Magnus has referred to you or I as his dad at some point.”

“I AM NOT A SMART ELF,” Taako yelled. “Leave me alone! Bully!”

Kravitz smiled fondly, wrapping him in his arms and pulling him back down onto the bed. “You need sleep. Dads need their sleep.”

“Shut up!” “I love you.” “Loveyoutoo.”

#blatantbalderdash #taako #taakitz #the adventure zone #taz #taz: balance #the adventure zone balance #angus mcdonald #kravitz #taako taaco #taako the wizard #adventure zone #fic

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vsvptrvp · 3 years

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This guy is so attractive, sweet, funny, and aggressive when it gets down to it. Ugh I wanna see more of him so bad like he excites me so much.

Yesterday was just too much. Pouring up his shots and they were pretty big. He kept thanking me after every shot. I can see him getting really turnt - smiling, lazy eyes and all. He’d say “so wsup” like idk he would make these hand motions and gazing at me as if he’s stripping me with his eyes. I don’t know if I offered some booger sugar but all I remember was heading to the bathroom with him discreetly and once we were in the bathroom, he’s really trying to see “wsup”. So I’m sitting on the toilet cover, giving him some coffee and he’s standing close in front of me, just fixated on me, eyes all glossy and lit, trying to tell me something. As if he’s hypnotizing me and I’m entering a trance, one-on-one close-up. Kept asking “wsup” and I think we started making out and I said “not here, this is your cousin’s house” and he seemed to filter that out of his comprehension cus it’s like he’s waiting for me give him the green light. NOT IN YOUR COUSIN’S HOUSE, especially in the bathroom next to his room! His nephew was knocking on the door and we left the bathroom. Once again, I find him in the cornerSitting next to him next thing you know our faces are closer and we start making out in front of friends and family! There’s a guy I used to talk to and go to parties with that’s at the same place. Idk if he saw but I got carried away. I stopped after I remembered where I was and who’s cousin I’m kissing LOL smh. The pill or drank (forgot which one activated most) got me walking up and down my friend’s house like I could not stay in one place! Which makes me miss out on him that he fell asleep on the couch! I’m not sure if I imagined that I was hugging him minutes before he passed out and then his nephew was tryna be rough with me while I was holding him. I knocked out in his cousin’s room when that cousin been tryna grab some coffee from me and cuddle like nooooo. I just wanna rest. Other dude and their girl cousin was tryna get me out of the room to take shots. Body was drunk but my mind wasn’t. Body killed my mind.

Next thing you know, I woke up around 4am. Pretended I was going to the bathroom as I leave the cousin who was cuddling me. Going down the hall, I saw him still asleep. I go upstairs bc I hear some people that are still up. Birthday boy, homegirl, and dude that tried to get me out. I was surprised because the people that dude came with are gone. Or so I thought bc his 2 friends are dating the girl cousins so those friends are probably in their rooms. Anyways, I chill with them and told them about how I remember walking around and then “knocking out”. Listening to music, I’m chillin on the side of the bed. Somehow after I changed I ended up paying g on the foot-side of the bed where dude was at and then the girl cousin comes in with a dude I used to talk to lol (awk). Next thing you know, dude posts up in front of me, laying down like “wtf are you doing sir?!” I thought to myself. Couple left. AND THE GRAND ENTRANCE: HIM, HIMSELF! He woke up like 15 min after me and poked in his head and saw me. You don’t understand how excited I am to see him. So he goes in and starts roasting birthday boy and it was so funny but fucked up lmao making “Mean Girls” references as we watch the movie. I remember somehow saying “I want a guy that’s gunna break my heart and is toxic” in a sarcastic tone and he goes “stfu” like our humor is the same haha and it was in front of dude who took my spot. And then he shows a pic of his friends bc he said that birthday boy hits on them and I said that they’re ugly and he was slightly offended but hey, at least you’re not one of them ;). And then I’m laying between his legs while he rubs my head while we try to see what restaurants are open on yelp and he let me use his phone (eeeeep!). Sadly nothing was open. Also, HE BROUGHT TEQUILA AND WE WERE LOOKING FOR MORE LIQUOR THE WHOLE TIME. So I said fuck it and took shots with him and he let me pour him shots again (this time I’m not pouring hella lol). I think in total we took 3-4. Also, dude left hella early but idk if he heard everything I said.

ANYWHO, he cooked me and homegirl eggs. Soon as homegirl finished eating and went upstairs, it was only him and I chatting about his first time trying molly at Disneyland w his homeboys and I roasted him saying he was vibing off the musical “Under The Sea” and we were both laughing. Then I brought the little stimulant and as I’m setting it up, he started putting his hands all over me like he’s tryna devour me and I’m spilling a little. Kept telling me how good I looked that night. So we take some and go to the garage aaaaaand...

MAN HE’S SO AGGRESSIVE AND I LOVE IT. All I remember was making out then him grabbing my arm and have me up against the racks. Choked, hair pulled, telling me to stfu, doggy then work him on a folding chair lmao. He’s a jack rabbit! He keeps going and tryna have me in hella positions. We took little ass breaks cus we would say we want to go take more shots. Never happened LOL cus I knocked a little on the couch.

He let me sleep, we made out, and pat my cheek as he let me be. He cleaned the kitchen then went out in the back to play guitar. Then he dipped :( wow.

And that’s when I had a change of feeling. I felt like I wanted more because I’m so charmed by him.

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wish4youff · 7 years

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02 ~ Battle Fields

King

At this point, nothing surprised me. I’ve seen it all, done it all, heard it all. Now in my life, anything and everything is capable of being investigated. One of my own best friends taught me never trust anyone. No one should have to tell me more than once before I start understanding.

Standing in the middle of apartment Six-B of The Ashley complex in Washington Heights, I knew exactly what this was. Obviously, the death of Demetrius Flowers caught everyone’s attention. New Yorkers around him and those that knew of his character was shocked to know someone had done the good deed of risking their lives forever. Oddly enough, I had no idea. It went down before I could even take the order off the NYPD’s hands. As Stephen could say; “You let another man win your battle,” I wasn’t even ready to hear the speech he would have prepared for me once I touched back down in D.C. “You ready?” Standing up to look over the dead body, I finally took note to Ibrahim beside me. He and his brother Bas Aubry were the same ones to give me a call an hour ago, letting me know I could come by the house if I pleased or was up to it. And considering the fact I was half nosy and half confused how it happened I accepted their invitation.

Now that I’m here it’s pretty clear.

“Yeah, man. I’m heading out.” Rubbing my hand down the front of my suit pants, I shook my head before turning and facing the FBI New York agent. Whenever I was in New York for meeting or business; he and his brother was always my go-to before leaving to head back home or to D.C. We finished school at Harvard together, blossoming a brotherhood.

“Alright man. Be safe out there.”

“Preciate it, Ib."With a quick dap and a hug, I seen myself out of the mess and away from the one of the only people that I would probably trust with my life.

Outside in the cool, crisp, New York air, I could put an intelligent thought together. Everything that I had witnessed, replayed in my mind as I followed my trail back to the black Lexus I was driving while in the city. The crowded sidewalks couldn’t even distract me right now.

What I just saw was the murder of Demetrius Flowers, but it wasn’t from an enemy, wasn’t suicide, and definitely couldn’t have been from a homeboy that had turned on him. Flowers had a pissed off girlfriend or lover. And they finally reached the last straw with him. It was from the pattern of how it happened. The innocent of how fatal his death came about.

But that wasn’t my job. I’m just the paid killer. Not the detective.

"I fucking hate New York man.” My mumbled huff came out as I took my seat behind the steering wheel. In no time, I was starting the car and soon enough backing my way out the side entrance park.

It hadn’t been a full week since I touched down in New York and I was already eager to leave the busy Big Apple. D.C. was pretty fast paced, full, and of course a tourist stadium, but New York was to another extreme. Besides even in D.C. I’m there for a period of time before flying home for some down time. Me and Stephen could never last in the same city for too long.

And I felt the same about winter as he felt about me as a son.

Chrissie

“C'mon Ms. Smith, I don’t need to do this. Just……….look the other way.” “Are you kidding me? Look the,” Stopping myself from repeating those words, I stood from my desk chair and rounded around the room to my youngest, yet powerful opponent. Raphael Lewis, sixteen years old going on twenty-five. This young man has been in my possession as one of my very own since he was twelve - less than a full two years after I was hired. And it seems as if since then, we’ve been back and forth with this discussion. Better yet on-going argument. Raphael is a hard nut to crack. He’s mentally wise beyond his years and strong enough to believe he could take on the world and maybe he can, but I’m not willing to learn. And possibly regret it. “No, Raphael, I’m not looking away. I’m not going to turn the other cheek. I’m not going to ignore this. I’m not going to ignore what you’re doing. You’re missing too many days in school. You want to make it out this system and grow? You want to be something? Turn your negative into something positive? Provide your parents wrong? You stay in school and graduate. College is optional, not everyone who’s successful has gone to college but school? Yes.” “That’s easier said than done.” Oh, the poor child just doesn’t know. “Try. That’s all I’m asking for; for you to try one full week. No skipping, no dodging. Do one week for me and if you………don’t like it. You and I will go look for a better school.” Even as I spoke I could see Ralph shaking his head. “Nah,” and then he stood. Walking to the door as if he called the shots here. “It ain’t the school that’s the problem. It’s the distractions.” “What are you talking about? Distractions? Girls? Trouble?” “No!” The hard tone in his voice, made my entire frame straighten. “Look, just drop it, Ms. Smith. Please." And then my door opened and slammed closed. Standing there for a moment, astonished, his words echoed over and over in my mind. I was trying to gasp an understand. Of course, the struggles of being an orphan and going to public school where half of the school has grown up with you and filled out what’s been occurring around you. While the other half learns you off lies and deception. As difficult as it is, Raphael is capable of ignoring most of the stuff kids say to him. So, distractions? I couldn’t figure out. Raphael’s nothing less than strong and that’s what worries me. I could involve his foster parents and have him either drop him off to school or escorted by someone, but God, I didn’t want anyone involved in this. Raphael would only run further into the other direction. I’ll just have to make sure of it myself. It was going on six o'clock and my back was killing me. My days here was starting to run into one another. I needed to be home, getting some rest for tomorrow, but now I needed to do some research. Pulling out files, I threw myself into another hour of work. Looking over times and dates and class schedules for Raphael. After that I pulled out my phone and set myself a new alarm from the next two mornings. I would pop up in his first period class and then again in his fourth and maybe the very last just to make sure of my judgment. After that; I wrote a simple email to Derrick informing him on my tardiness for the next couple of days, but also trying to keep Raphael’s name out of this. I didn’t need him approaching the poor child. Besides it wasn’t intended for that purpose. Just to cover my end. Pressing send, I picked up my things and prepared my departure. Shutting off the light in my office, I threw on my Burberry Cashmere trench coat, fishing my car keys out of my Michael Kors Cynthia Brown leather satchel. By the time I was descending down to the ground floor, my eyes were heavy and my body was finally growing exhausted. I just wanted a hot shower and my bed for the next ten hours. "God, protect us.” Was all I could mumble as I opened the doors to my BMW. Taking my seat behind the luxury-styled vehicle, I went to my favorite playlist in my phone, allowing the music to fill through my space as I drove from Harlem to Manhattan. “Looking in the mirror like, ain’t you scared to lose her? Why you acting like another man wouldn’t choose her?” My private performance of Trey Songz’s Nobody Else But You was short lived as my phone started to ring and my music was unfortunately cut off. Looking at the radio’s screen I saw it was my best-friend and sister, Olivia. It was almost seven-thirty, she was on time with this one. We had our ritual. “What’s up?” As always she never gave me time to actually say “hello”. “Nothing, I’m in this traffic. What’s up with you? You home?” I asked; stuck at yet another red light. “Nope, I’m just leaving the gas station and now I’m heading to Mya’s baby-shower. I don’t know what made her think this was a good idea, but I’m going.” Laughing at her, I could understand her pain. She just left working a twelve-hour shift at the hospital and now is rushing to our little cousin’s baby-shower that starts at 8. “Did you find a decent gift?" "Nope. I’m giving her ass two gift cards. One for Toys-Or-Us and one is a Visa. Be happy." Such a lovely gesture. "Look, I’m cool with it. And remember to let her know that I couldn’t make it but I will be giving her something later this week." I could hear Olivia’s sarcastic "mm-hm” before she finally opened her mouth and said, “I don’t know why you just won’t come. It’s not like you have anyone else to be with right now. Besides I could use the company." "I think not. I rather be home, watching Belly on Netflix than at an over the top baby shower for someone who doesn’t even know who their baby father is.” “Ouch.” I simply shrugged it off. Me and my father’s side of the family never got along. “Well, I’m going to go. I’m almost there and I still have to fill in the cards and shit,” Livia said, but her tone changing as she finished off with, “Oh and I have something to tell you, girl." "Is it bad?” “Depends on how you take it.” Sighing, I knew deep down I didn’t want to know, and she did too. “What did you do?” “Nothing, but…….I saw someone earlier while I was on my lunch break.” A little less tensed. I suppose. “Who?” “Vitale….Kingston Vitale."

#j. cole ff

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I copied and pasted my Torque liveblog from a private IM conversation with @playingwithroles just because I wanted to post it somewhere for posterity reasons :P

So they did a cool thing where the opening logo had a motorcycle speeding by noise over it that’s cool

Aaaaaaand the first scene is a drag race because of course it is.

THAT CHEESY EARLY 2000S THING WHERE THEY GO INSIDE THE MOTORCYCLE BLESS

Dude if this movie is intended as a parody of the Fast and the Furious series I will die

White dudebro protag’s jacket says “CARPE DIEM” across it lol

“What is it about driving cars that makes y'all such assholes” SERIOUSLY

JAY <3

SO I KIND OF LOVE THIS

JAY’S CHARACTER IS SO CUTE AND I’M DEAD

OH MY GOD THIS IS SO CHEESY I’M IN LOVE

I’m just waiting for this to go bad XD

WHY IS JAY NOT THE MAIN CHARACTER AGAIN

HE’S SO FULL OF FIRE I LOVE HIM

JUST FUCKING HITS BUDDY IN THE FACE WITH HIS HELMET

Hi Ice Cube I forgot you used to be in movies

HOW DOES EVERYBODY KNOW WHO THIS WHITE DUDE IS

Ford, apparently, is protag’s name

ICE CUBE’S DOG IS NAMED DOJO

This movie’s soundtrack is bangin

Aaaaaand now we get all the unnecessary shots of half-naked girls at a car wash SAW THAT COMING

JAY’S CHARACTER FUCKING STANDING UP ON HIS BIKE WHILE IT’S MOVING I mean I know it was mostly a stunt guy but WOW

Enter token hetero love interest hi blondie who’s never been in any other movie

Her name is SHANE

HOMEBOY’S A DRUG DEALER???

She’s actually not a bad actress I feel bad for her

I LOVE HER???

If you kiss her I swear to god

OH GOOD ENTER VILLAIN #2 RANDO THAT LOOKS LIKE DOMINIC MONAGHAN BUT ISN’T

Oh goddammit Jaime Pressly you are too good for this shit and what do they have you wearing

I think this rando baddie might be in a poly relationship with both Jaime Pressly and his right hand dude

SMUGGLING DRUGS INSIDE OF BIKES. THIS MOVIE.

Okay, so Ford stole a bunch of bikes carrying drugs from baddie here

Ice Cube’s bratty ass little brother looks like a young Mahershala Ali but isn’t

I weirdly really like Ice Cube’s character even though he’s supposed to be a crime lord

If anything happens to that dog I will riot in the streets

This movie is HILARIOUS

JAAAAAAAAAAAAY <3

I just make heart eyes every time he’s onscreen he’s the cutest

Dude she told you she never wants to see you again, TAKE THE HINT AND BACK OFF

H O W

GOD DAMN IT YOU STOP HAVING GOOD CHEMISTRY I HATE THIS TROPE

Again, this soundtrack is BANGIN

YEAH ICE CUBE YOU TELL YOUR PUNK ASS BROTHER WHAT FOR

Oh you are sooooooo dead buddy

RANDO BADDIE’S BODYGUARD/BOYFRIEND JUST STRAIGHT UP MURDERED ICE CUBE’S BROTHER WITH A BIKE CHAIN

I’m not sure how I feel about this Chad Kroeger looking dude playing Ford, I can’t tell if he’s good or just good for this type of movie

The whole “I left to protect you from my crazy dangerous life” trope YEP

At least they have good chemistry

JAY

HE IS SO CUTE I WANT TO TAKE HIM HOME WITH ME

So now Ford’s being framed for murder thanks to rando’s girlfriend

WHAT EVEN IS THIS MOVIE

ADAM SCOTT IS IN THIS FUCKING MOVIE????

BADASS LADY COP WITH CORNROWS

Ice Cube keeps talking about feeding people to his dog but I doubt human meat would be good for the pupper

THIS FUCKING NERD JAY SITTING ON TOP OF THE DINER BOOTH SEAT WHAT A FUCKING DELINQUENT I ADORE HIM

ALSO WHAT IS HIS NAME

Rando’s entire biker gang just standing in a row pissing on the side of a road CLASSY

Rando is named Henry, what a weirdly normal name

FORD IS NOT HERE FOR YOUR CASUAL RACISM

Just because he’s a suspect for murder does NOT mean you can randomly shoot at him YOU’RE CIVILIANS

Jay: “I love a girl who can take care of herself” CAN I KEEP HIM PLEASE

Shane is weirdly badass I’m glad she’s not just a prop

THIS MOVIE IS FUCKING RIDICULOUS I LOVE IT

Ice Cube’s gang is called the REAVERS

Uncomfortable Firefly flashbacks

WHAT DO YOU KNOW JAY

TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW

WE’RE JUST NOT GONNA EXPLAIN HOW JAY KNEW THAT OR DID I MISS SOMETHING

Val to Jay’s character: “Try not to bite your lip so much when you think” SAME

JAY BEING ALL “GET A ROOM” AT SHANE AND FORD I’M DEAD

So Ford just CALLS THE FBI AGENT FROM A PAYPHONE OKAY

Adam Scott is fucking hilarious he’s too good for this movie

Ford: “I live my life a quarter-mile at a time” Shane: “That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard” I LOVE THIS MOVIE

Dalton, right, THAT’S Jay’s character’s name, how did I forget XD

This is weirdly a really cool chase scene

WHO’S THIS GUY HE LOOKS LIKE SNOOP DOGG

Shane WHACKS this dude in the face with a tube thing and goes “you shouldn’t pick on girls” I LOVE THIS

BUDDY DRIVING HIS MOTORCYCLE THROUGH A BUS

BECAUSE THAT’S A THING THAT CAN HAPPEN

OH IT’S A TRAIN

DOESN’T MAKE IT BETTER

NO BOYS WE DO NOT DRIVE ON TRAIN TRACKS NO MATTER HOW COOL AND DRAMATIC IT LOOKS

Slow-mo explosion, I was waiting for that XD

So Ford saved Ice Cube’s life so now he knows Ford didn’t kill his brother BECAUSE OF COURSE

DALTON IS SO FUCKING CUTE I’M GONNA DIE

Dalton: “First time Val and I’ve beat you anywhere! Must be the chick!” Shane: “Yeah, stopped for a manicure” *flips Dalton off* Dalton: *impressed smile*

VAL JUST MAGICALLY SWIPING THE CHIPS FROM DALTON

i love Adam Scott so much

NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR CHEESY ROMANCE

I LOVE DALTON I LOVE HIM

BIGGEST MOST ADORABLE IDIOT IN THE UNIVERSE PROTECT HIM

I have no idea what just happened I was distract by Dalton being a cutie pie

This movie is DEFINITELY a F&F parody

DANE COOK???????

LIST THAT UNDER “SHIT I DID NOT EXPECT TO SEE IN THIS MOVIE” A DANE COOK CAMEO

THESE MORONS JUST STOLE A RACE CAR

BLESS

DO NOT MAKE OUT WHILE YOU’RE DRIVING

Ford jumps on the back of Dalton’s bike so they can swap out, Dalton: “I always knew you had a thing for me!” I LOVE HIM

Ford please do not wreck Dalton’s bike

Or your face

THIS MOVIE IS SO RIDICULOUS AND OVER THE TOP IT’S GREAT

FORD DO NOT PUNCH ICE CUBE HE JUST SAVED YOUR ASS

REALLY??????

METH BIKES

OF COURSE

Dalton taking swings at a punching bag back at the garage bLESS

Dalton: “I eat when I’m nervous!” Val: “He eats when he’s horny, too. He just likes to eat” KILL ME

ADAM SCOTT WAS A DOUBLE AGENT

NOOOOO LADY COP IS DEAD

THEEEEEEERE IT IS. DALTON AND VAL NABBED AND ALL TIED UP WITH CHAINS HOW EXTRA

THEY GOT SHANE TOO

Ew Henry stop being creepy right now. His girlfriend’s creepy too

LADY COP LIVES

ATTA GIRL SHANE KICK HENRY IN THE NUTS

EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING AT ONCE

BODYGUARD BOYFRIEND GOT TAKEN OUT SO FAST AND HILARIOUSLY

I’m sure Val and Dalton can fight well on a good day, Henry’s boys are just fucking crazy

I LOVE LADY COP SHE FINALLY DID SOMETHING USEFUL

Oh, no this scene. Shane vs. Henry’s girlfriend China

It’s like every cliche catfight scene ever but on motorcycles

PRODUCT PLACEMENT

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

That was just plain cringe worthy

BECAUSE THAT’S HOW PHYSICS WORK

ANOTHER EXPLOSION

IS THAT ROBERT BARATHEON DRIVING THE BUS

IS THAT FUCKING NICKELBACK SINGING US OUT

IT IS TOO

AND THEY ALL WENT TO MEXICO AND LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER

LITERALLY THAT’S THE END OF THE MOVIE

I enjoyed that way more than I was expecting to XD

#ooc #torque liveblog #mun nonsense under the cut

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