#I WILL RAMBLE ABOUT IT U DO THIS ON YOUR OWN CONSCIENCE

[justshamie]

While I'm sure you have 1000000 or more pieces I would love to know if you have any built dioramas? Do you have those insane 2 week built models like the millennial falcon or like a castle? Do you have any pictures? I would love to see them 👀

Okay a milion Lego is goals I'm not there yet :( I built the diorama with Leia the Endor Speeder Chase and it's fantastic cause it has Leia in it. I don't have any UCS models :C I need a sugar wife to fulfill my dream of having one of those one day 😔 there's a new one of Venator with a Rex minifigure and I WANT. Also obviously the Falcon because it's the millennium Falcon and who doesn't.

I built this bad boi last week ✊😳 as you can also see there's of course even more Lego on my desk constantly :) I'm very normal about it. I also just like to build custom lil things like this:

Planning to build a snow base at some point but I'm trying to decide if it should be Hoth or maybe something else that I can put 501st clones and Ahsoka in it instead. 🤔 I have a bunch of pieces just waiting till I commit to it right under my desk :D Like I said very normal...

[yunhoszn]

horses are still overrated

pairing jeong yunho x f!reader word count 2k genres fluff﹒smut warnings 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, established relationship, mentions of voyeurism, dirty talk, marking-ish, mutual masturbation, kissing, slight cum eating shhhhh don’t say anything, pet names: baby, babe, princess

summary new relationships always have room for experimenting, and well, you and yunho are no exception.

more ok so i tried doing these in ask format but i didn’t like it so we’re back to our regularly scheduled programming with a little update :P anyway,, this was for this request! it’s meant to be an extension of save a horse, ride a cowboy but can totally be read as a standalone! i kinda strayed from the initial req, but i hope this is still good… it’s still yunho day so <3 ALSO @bro-atz thank u for betaing my love i appreciate u so big!! pls reblog if u enjoyed!

@atzhouse

The few weeks that have passed since you and Yunho have confessed to each other have been nothing short of blissful. 

He makes you feel like you’re soaring, ensuring that your happiness is the top priority. He embraces you in a way that’s not only physical, but emotional too. Like his feelings for you are their own special hug of warmth that envelopes you when you need it most. You could never get tired of him, could never return to your life back home like this summer never happened. 

Because in all honesty, this summer was the best thing that could’ve ever happened to you. 

You have a small smile on your face as you reminisce about the wonderful time you’ve spent here so far, leaning back into the bench on the farmhouse porch. Initially, you were sitting here to openly gawk after Yunho as he rounded up the cattle, but now you were too giddy to pay attention to that. You don’t notice him walking towards you directly, Yeoreum tailing behind him. 

“What’s got you so cheesy today?” 

You blink at his question, feeling a bit bashful. You’ll never get used to this view. “I was just thinking about us, and how happy you make me.”

“That’s cute,” he mirrors your expression, one hand on the back of the bench to hold his weight and the other coming up to cup your jaw, lips pecking yours gently. “Ready for dinner?”

“I have a confession to make,” you start as you’re washing the dishes after dinner. 

“What’s up?” Yunho asks you from the other side of the kitchen, putting away the leftovers. He shuts the refrigerator and leans against it, arms crossed over his chest. You swallow thickly. 

“I’ve just had this on my chest for so long and I need to get it off before I explode,” you ramble, avoiding his eyes as you scrub a plate. “Promise you won’t judge?”

“I promise,” he chuckles, and you can hear his footsteps as he gets closer. “I won’t judge you.”

Your sigh comes out as more of a shudder, Yunho’s arms wrapping around your middle and his chin resting on your shoulder. The new proximity makes you ten times more nervous to say your piece, your heart beating erratically behind your rib cage. This is fine. This is great actually. (No it’s not!)

“Do— um— do you remember the day before Seojun and I broke up?” Your hands are trembling slightly. 

“When you gave Yeoreum a bath, right?” He nods, the movement bothering you slightly because it has his chin digging into your shoulder uncomfortably. “What about it?”

”So…” You have to pause the dishes, your hands clamming up so much that you think the handle of your sponge will fly out of your grasp. “That night, when my lightbulb went out, I actually went out to go grab you. But— uh— I saw something… else… instead…”

Your eyes squeeze shut, entirely too mortified to even think about what his reaction could be. It’s been a minute since the ordeal played out, so really you didn’t have to say anything. Part of you felt like you couldn’t continue this relationship in good conscience without being totally honest, though. 

Strong hands wrap gently around your wrists, turning you around to face him. He tsks, “Open your eyes, princess.”

His eyes are soft, no hint of disappointment or disgust on his features as he stares back at you. His lips curl into a smug smile after a couple seconds, cupping your jaw and caressing your cheek with his thumb. You blink at him, a little confused by the shift in atmosphere, but not complaining. 

“You’re not—?” 

“You watched me fuck my fist, is that right?” Yunho asks so bluntly, so vulgarly. “Tell me, what did you do after that?”

It’s easy to divert your gaze again, focusing on how interesting the material of his button up suddenly is. It’s one thing to admit that you stood there and watched for a bit, it’s another to admit you stuffed yourself with your own fingers not even fifteen minutes later. But you think he already knows that, based on your behavior and some good ol’ context clues. 

“I… I touched myself,” you whimper, ashamed of how you’re getting turned on. The worst part is the fact that he’s enjoying this. He’s enjoying the way he has you folding for him so quickly. “To the thought of you…”

Yunho’s grip on your chin tightens and his eyes flutter shut with a groan. “Fuck, baby, that’s so hot…”

You weren’t sure how this would go, and a piece of you genuinely thought he might even end things with you. Any other person would think you were sick and perverted, but not him. It makes you feel a lot better and a lot more secure in your relationship. 

Your tongue pokes out of the corner of your mouth, grazing the pad of his thumb. He hisses, cursing under his breath, letting you wrap your lips around and suck the finger. Yunho stares with not a single coherent thought behind his eyes. He’s losing his composure, pressing his thumb down on your tongue. 

“Do you think you can tell me? How exactly did you touch yourself?” He purses his lips, his free hand slipping into the opening of your overalls, dragging his finger along the exposed skin of your waist. You shake your head with a whine.

”Yun… That’s embarrassing…” 

He pulls his hand out of your overalls, hooking the digit into your belt loop and yanking you closer. His mouth is dangerously near your own, lips brushing yours when he speaks. “I wanna know. Need to picture my pretty princess fucking herself desperately ‘cause her fingers aren’t enough to get her off.”

Your legs feel like jelly, your cunt clenching around nothing just by his words alone. Yunho had always done such a good job at being the sweet and doting partner everyone wanted. He was attentive, praised you like you were a living, breathing goddess. But this dirty side of him is different. And you like it a lot more than you should.

“O-Okay…” You swallow thickly, and suddenly he’s spinning you so his chest is to your back. He urges you towards the bedroom, attaching his lips to your neck and sucking the supple skin gently, tenderly.

”Go on,” he says between kisses, still pushing you until you’re standing in the middle of his room. Your eyes already feel heavy and you haven’t done anything yet. “Tell me.”

”I— um— I thought about your hands and how big they are,” your tone is shaky, and you hope you don’t sound stupid. “Thought about how good it would feel to have them all over me. I pictured that it was your fingers inside of me. Imagined your cock, and how big it is.”

“Is that so? I’m just not getting the visual, babe. I think I need you to show me.” He hums, a hint of amusement in his voice. As if this couldn’t get more embarrassing, now he wants you to finger yourself in front of him? You’re about to protest, but he’s pressing your lower back to the mattress and talking against the corner of your mouth again, teasing you because he knows he can. “If you’re good for me, I’ll fuck you so well, you won’t be able to forget the shape of my cock.”

You nod with a whimper, hopping onto the bed and scooting all the way up to the pillows. Your hands are wobbly as you undress yourself, unbuckling your overalls and kicking them off your feet. Of course you chose the worst day to dress the part. Yunho sits at the edge, watching you with an unreadable expression. 

When you’re in nothing but your top and panties, he clears his throat, leaning back onto his palms. His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Move your underwear to the side for me, princess. Let me see your pretty pussy.”

It’s almost impossible to hold back a moan, following his instructions. You glide your middle finger through your folds, showcasing how you’re practically dripping for him in the amount of time it’s taken you to get from the kitchen to here. He exhales through his nose, legs spreading to give you a glimpse of an uncomfortable looking bulge in his pants. 

You sigh deeply at the sight, circling your finger around your clit slowly. The thought of being the cause behind it, of getting Yunho so hot and bothered, drives you crazy and has you curling your toes. 

“Just like that,” he encourages, tossing his denim button up to the floor. He palms over his erection, tilting his head slightly. “Can you do some more for me?”

“Mhm,” is all you can manage to force out, doing what he asked. You shove your ring and middle fingers inside of yourself, finally releasing a moan at the intrusion. You keep pressure on your clit with the heel of your palm. There’s silence between you save for the occasional whine.

Yunho shivers, shimmying out of his pants so he can stroke himself freely. You gawk at him with bated breath, biting your lip as your fingers pick up their pace. There’s a knot that settles in the pit of your stomach, tightening and tightening in preparation for that special moment. 

The view of him spread out in front of you, fucking up into his hand with hooded eyes trained on your own playing with your cunt, is too much. He’s wearing that same godforsaken white tank top as he was the night you saw him, the muscles in his forearm and bicep flexing with each twist of his wrist, each pump of his cock. 

You feel like you’re drooling, ogling at him like he was a piece of meat. But you couldn’t help it. Yunho was the most attractive man you’d ever laid eyes on. The longer you stare, the further you fall. That’s a conclusion you’ve come to a little too late. 

“‘M close, Yun,” you moan, arching your back off of the pillows, head almost clunking against the headboard. “Wanna cum with you.”

“I’m almost there, too, baby,” he grunts, teeth gritted as he runs his thumb over his slit. That has a loud whine spilling from your lips, your feet digging into the mattress. You don’t know how much longer you can last. 

Your fingers try to reach that spongy, sensitive spot deep in your cunt, but you can’t. It seems that only Yunho’s long, thick fingers could accomplish that feat. No wonder you were so obsessed with his hands.

You opt for using the fingers of your free hand to swipe quickly at your clit while the others curl and thrust into you, inching you toward that steep cliff that has stars decorating your vision. Judging by the volume of his sounds getting higher and higher, you can tell Yunho’s right there with you. 

One particular absentminded curse from him has your brain short circuiting, that promise of release washing over you almost violently. Your body aches and quivers, orgasming harder than you ever had just with your own hand. (You’d like to think the presence of a certain cowboy had everything to do with it.)

He groans and follows behind shortly after, painting his hand in milky white. The two of you try to catch your breaths, laying there for a couple moments to recuperate. After a while, Yunho leans over to kiss you gently, squeezing your cheeks with his cum covered hand. You scrunch your nose. 

“You’re getting it on my face!”

“That was the goal,” he laughs, pressing another sweet kiss to your lips. You roll your eyes, licking away whatever was near your mouth. He groans again. “Fuck, are you trying to kill me? Purposely?”

“Maybe,” you shrug. “I remember being told you’d fuck me if I did good for you. Where’s my reward?”

“Trust me, I didn’t forget.”

© yunhoszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[keresnotceres]

TF 141: “I Love You”

aka saying “ily” to your military bf before him lol. [sfw] cw(s): none :)

this is pretty low effort, but i wanted to feed u guys lol

If you were trying to give Ghost a heart attack, you’ve absolutely succeeded. Especially if you say it out of nowhere, on a whim, just for funsies. Genuinely does not know how to respond, kinda just looks at you stunned. Kind of like a deer in headlights but much more emotionally charged.

Probably fighting the urge to cry because no one but his mother has said that to him before, and it feels very weird to be told he’s loved. You’d only get to know that maybe 2 years later when he’s simply pushed his capabilities of bottling up emotions and he ends up sobbing to you that: yes, he loves you so fucking much and he’s sorry he’s never been able to tell you like he is now, but it hurt to much then (and it just hurt a little bit less now).

Ends up not responding to your words and sitting in silence, coming to terms with what you just said. There’s probably a million thoughts running in his mind and one of them is the painful thought of leaving behind another person who loves him for their own safety.

Gaz is the type of person to say it after a few months of dating, so when you came guns blazing and said it before him, he was caught a bit off guard by the sudden declaration of love. He’s not complaining, though, but he is a bit quiet after the fact.

I’m gonna be honest, you probably spat it out while he was deployed and he just kind of stood there, quiet and just blinking into space while you were continuing to ramble on about something. As an internal monologue about if responding with “I love you” would be the best thing to do in the scenario. Ends up being silent on his end while fighting his conscience deciding whether or not he should do it, it’s kind of like a brawl in his mind.

He takes a leap of faith and says it back to you right before he hangs up. He can say he did it and he doesn’t have to face you right after doing it either so he can mull it over until you eventually call him again. He tries his best and sometimes it works out in his favor!

Soap is likely the stark contrast of Ghost, absolutely embracing your words head on and relishing in them. Soap start relationships fast and likely rushes through all the beginning steps, including the first “I love you.” He’s grinning ear to fucking ear and simply ecstatic because holy fuck you love him and you’re not saying it to get a reaction out of him. You actually mean it.

Might be caught a bit off guard at first, he’s likely always the first person to say it, so when you say it first, he’s both shocked and overjoyed. Just straight up so happy that you love him and he doesn’t have to trudge through a fickle relationship with someone who doesn’t like him as much as he likes you. After you say it to him, he’ll probably say it to you more often; waking up, going to bed, leaving for deployment, etc. He just likes to tell you in case you forgot! (You didn’t).

After you said it, he said it right back at you, like a parrot. He was just waiting for the perfect time to tell you and you swooped in and stole his moment. He more or less forgets the latter part and continues to pepper you in “I love you”s.

With his experience, Price is someone who doesn’t like to say “I love you” too quickly, but he understands that waiting too long can create a distance between two people. It just so happens that when you said it, he was not expecting it in the slightest.

Torn on whether or not he should say it back to you, because on one hand, he is absolutely head over heels for you. But on the other, “I love you” is a strong confession for him to make. He’s got a bit of relationship hardships on his back and he’s not very willing to put his heart on the line to risk getting hurt again. But when it comes to you, that inner turmoil slowly ebbs away and he finds himself falling a bit more in love with you.

Says it back to you a few days later, when you’ve had enough time to worry that saying it fucked up your relationship (it didn’t, he’s just bad at articulating how he feels). Probably is a bit awkward with it, but there’s a look in his eyes that tells you he absolutely means it.

[mindshelter]

HI doing my kyle readthrough (up to oyl) rn and i must know what are some of your fav issues/arcs 🙏 and if there's anything u think i should just skip. if ur feeling hateful enough

HI i appreciate this ask a lot i don't know if i count as any paragon of kyle expertise but... well. that's never stopped me.

if you're up to oyl you're pretty far along, and i assume you'd seen a handful of reading guides that nudge you towards all of gl (1990) #48-181 and its surrounding crossovers, including zero hour (1994) and final night/parallax: emerald night (1996). i derive most of my takes on his character from this era.

green lantern rebirth and gl publications thereon are often (in)famously authored by mr. geoff johns, so i cannot in good conscience integrate most of that body of work into my belief system. that being said! it does include the buildup to ion (2006) #1-12, which, while not perfect, has phenomenal art and is also pretty key to kyle's whole ethos. the buildup to ion is the following:

green lantern: rebirth (2004)

green lantern corps: recharge (2005)

rann/thanagar war: infinite crisis special (2006)

ion (2006)

if you're not allergic to ensemble comics, he is also a frequent cast member in jla (1997) for the first 70 or so issues; it's a good place to look to see him foster relationships with other members of the dc universe (like wally, whose friendship with kyle is basically nonexistent nowadays but i have not forgotten) and gradually gain confidence as gl. some highlights include:

jla (1997) #1-7 — he's such a rookie here. he's clearly very new to the game and nervous about it, so it's a good look into how he started off and what he grew from.

jla/titans (1998) #1-3

jla (1997) #16-17

jla (1997) #32-46 — tie-ins to no-man's land, hal's return as the spectre in #35, and the world war iii/tower of babel storylines.

green lantern: circle of fire (2000) — starts about here, in terms of publication timeline, but portrays a version of kyle that is still relatively new to the jla. the kylealex worms are here.

jla (1997) 47-68, #70, #72-75

jla (1997) #76 — kyle's final issue in the JLA's main rotation, as a tie-in for the later events in gl (1990). john steps in for him.

as for standalones, personal recommendations, or just random appearances i happen to remember:

green lantern/flash: faster friends (1996) #1-2 — (to an empty auditorium) WALLY AND KYLE WOO! WOO!

total justice (1996) #1-3 — more budding hero kyle. wally is a hater. tim is also there.

dc universe holiday bash (1996) #1 — kyle goes to synagogue and beats white supremacists :)

dc universe holiday bash I (1997) #1 — connor and kyle go holiday shopping. very cute also.

adventures in the dc universe (1997) #11 — kyle and wonder woman hang out! he also gets bullied by children and falls into a sewer.

superman (1986) #159, #165, #170

batman chronicles (1995) #15 — be fucking nice bruce

green lantern 3D (1998) — standalone. jen and kyle being cute.

green lantern secret files and origins (1998) #1-3

green lantern 80-page giant (1998)

flash 80-page giant (1998) — kyle appears for two pages but it's of wally asking him about alex because he's worried about his own relationship. kyle gets very sad and visibly withdrawn to the point that wally apologizes. VERY FUNNY.

(final note: THANKS! i am so flattered. was it because of the kyle slayner shooba wooba cherry pie brownie cake post. i rambled on for way longer than i thought i would. i hope this is helpful, and happy reading!)

[boyfhee]

Honestly reading the latest chapter made me really happy I've been a ynwon stan from beginning til end lmao i dont want to be with riki in the ending ever but honestly don't mind having an 'alt ending' for him just to satisfy my curiosity lolol

My perspective will probably be very bias since we really only saw everything from YN's POV so we don't know how bad yn was on riki's pov other than the lack of communication also and the cheating part (but that's in the literal end of their relationship so i dont think that wouldve like make yn bad in the beginning of the relationship), but basing on YN's pov riki was BAD, he might've been very sweet pre-m*ya arc but as soon as m*ya arc started he was an asshole and a half, yn already said it but imagine watching your bf 'fall' inlove with someone else while in a relationship with you a doing all the things that is considered 'taboo' to do in your relationship with HER, heck, he found out who m*ya truly is when yn finally confronted her (and we all cheered that time ngl) but THEN he decides to do all the shit they literally said they wouldn't do again NOW with a full conscience of how shitty m*ya is.

Sorry for the rant but this is me just really not seeing a point of getting back tgt with riki again and claiming my ynwon supporter badge lmaooo rot in hell m*iya !! 🤮🤮

do you know how much i love reading your thoughts about my silly little smau bc they're so !!!!! good and make sense and so true !!!!! thank you sm for taking ur time to write this :(

also you're write about the pov thing, i think everyone's opinions are biased since whatever we saw was from yn's pov. and if i were to give riki's pov, which i did sort of mention in the recent chapter, it would be simple— yn debuted, she got busier, and miya entered the stage at the right time which gave him an opportunity to 'pass time' while yn wasn't here ( but we both know it wasn't just a pass time ) but the point is, he only ever loved yn so now that she's breaking up, he finally realises how imp she was ???? and it gets to the point where he doesn't care about her mistakes, like the part about kissing jungwon, that's enough to break any relationship but he doesn't care if it means he and yn could last longer, which is another reason why they should be breaking up bc if they stayed together, it would be for themselves and not for each other

and i agree he was a little stupid when he decided to go undercover and tried to solve everything on his own instead of talking things out, the constant rounds of trials and ignorance from both of them is what drowned the ship in the end ( we should agree that jungwon is the only smart one in this team of three )

help pls bestie i rambled too much so ig it's makes the two of us equal :")) u r the biggest ynwon supporter they love u for rooting for them since day 1 !!!!!

[hornime]

voyeurant | kenma kozume x f!reader

he tentatively wrapped a palm around the shaft, shuddering at the contact, his eyelids fluttering shut. god, i’m such a pervert, thinking about her like this. she’d hate me if she knew i saw her like that, knew that i was touching myself thinking about her tits...

warnings: 18+, timeskip!kenma, kinda dubcon, kenma’s unintentionally pervy, male masturbation, poorly written video game content (i tried my best), mutual pining but u both are oblivious

w/c: 1.5k

a/n: yes, the title is a shitty pun of valorant. no, i will not be changing it. also this tiktok about timeskip kenma made me giggle so pls enjoy.

voyeurant: part one ↓ | part two | part three:

“fuck, i hate this map,” kenma grumbled into his headset.

your voiced chimed in his ears. “is it ascent?” you turned to see his face on your screen, pinched in annoyance. “ha, it is ascent. sucks for you.”

“which one are you on? haven?”

“you know it,” you chuckled. “your favorite.”

“i hate you.” he weighed his options, did he really want to play this game? the layout of the world made it irritatingly hard to strategize, and today’s losing streak was making him more agitated than usual. with a sign, he closed the application. “fuck this. i’m gonna go piss.”

“yeah, yeah, you’re such a big baby. and...” you released your mouse, throwing your hands up in triumph, “we just won. at this point, i’m gonna outrank you.” you were joking, of course. kenma wasn’t just a gamer, he was kodzuken, one of japan’s best pro-gamers, and you were just someone that played as a hobby. but it was always fun to tease.

“hmm,” he hummed. “i’m sure you will.” he turned his head to look directly at his webcam, smirking, “in your dreams.”

“ooh, catboy’s getting feisty!” he flinched at the nickname. “go pee so i can beat you at your best.”

he obliged, pulling his headphones off and looping them on the top of his chair. he casually raised his middle finger at you while smoothing out strands of his hair, prompting a series of profanities to escape your mouth, none of which he could hear. he chuckled playfully as you responded with two middle fingers of your own, before moving out of the camera to get to the bathroom.

you and kenma had met in an... interesting way, to say the least. after going moderately viral from lashing out at him for refusing to heal you in a game of overwatch—while he was streaming—the two of you reconciled over a twitter thread and exchanged gamer tags. since then, you’d struck up an easygoing friendship, characterized by almost nightly discord calls and occasional flirting. but we’re just friends, you often reminded yourself. and you were fine, well, mostly fine, with that.

tonight was like any other night: both you and him spending hours in a video chat with nothing better to do than mindlessly play games and bash each other. it was more than enough to strengthen your relationship but fell short of giving you the romantic tension you craved.

with kenma off in the bathroom, you, already bored, spun wildly in your chair. forgetting that your earbuds were still plugged in, the white wire caught on an opened can of coke sitting on your desk, spilling the sugary drink all over your keyboard and the front of your shirt. 

“shit!” you quickly scrambled for paper towels, but the still-connected wire yanked you backwards. in your haste for something to wipe the soda with, the fact that your camera remained on in the video call completely slipped your mind. making the split-second decision that the trip for a towel wasn’t worth it at this point, you quickly whipped off your shirt, dabbing the keys with the part that was still dry. since you were home, you’d gone braless, and your current predicament had you flashing your webcam.

now, kenma had seen a lot of things from your side of the call: he’d seen you get chewed out by your residential advisor for being too loud, you with two sticks of pocky poking out of your mouth like walrus tusks, and you doing random cosplay moves you’d seen on tiktok. what he wasn’t expecting to see, not even in his wildest dreams, was a screenful of your tits, slightly damp from the cola that had seeped through the fabric of your long-gone shirt.

he stopped in his tracks, still out of the frame of his camera, eyes wide and heart racing, desperately trying to calm down and prevent the gradual hardening of his cock in his pants. unable to deny his desires, he continued staring at your plump breasts on his computer, you completely unaware that he could see you.

you quickly threw your soaked top in the laundry basket before throwing on a random sweatshirt and trying to calm your frazzled nerves. you tentatively touched your keyboard, groaning internally when you fingers lightly stuck to the buttons. it’s gonna take forever to clean this, you mourned.

“hey,” kenma mumbled, reappearing on screen and shaking you out of your thoughts.

“hey.” you noticed his flushed expression. “are you okay? you look really red.”

“uh, yeah. i actually uh, i feel kinda sick. so i’m gonna, gonna go.”

“oh, okay.” why’s he acting so weird? “feel better!” you disconnected from the call with a huff, disappointment morphing your face into a pout. well, you thought, better get to cleaning.

kenma, on the other hand, was still, swallowing as the bulge in his boxers became agonizingly hard. though the only thing left on his screen was his reflection staring back at him, the luscious view of your bust was etched in his mind. his hands moved to free his cock, the tip an angry red and smearing pre-cum over the waistband of his underwear. 

he tentatively wrapped a palm around the shaft, shuddering at the contact, his eyelids fluttering shut. god, i’m such a pervert, thinking about her like this. she’d hate me if she knew i saw her like that, knew that i was touching myself thinking about her tits...

“fuck,” he whined, slowly stroking up and down. his thighs trembled as he fell back into his chair, mind wandering. he couldn’t stop himself, his thoughts become more and more lewd, fantasizing about how your breasts would bounce as he thrusted into you, how your thighs would wrap warmly around your head as he ate you out, how you’d cry out his name so prettily when he made you squirt around his fingers.

it was all too much, and as the circle he made with his fingers tightened as he reached his tip, he lurched forward, alarmed at how good everything felt just by thinking about you. i can’t cum, i can’t, the small part of his brain that wasn’t completely overtaken with pleasure tried to reason with him. there’s no going back if i—shit—if i cum. she’ll know, somehow, if i—if i cum, i—

the ecstasy kept clouding his judgement and his body worked against his mind as his hand pumped faster and faster while his conscience screamed to stop. his wrist wetly slapped the base of his cock, the sounds of both his hands and his moans getting too loud for comfort, but all he could think about was you. your eyes, your mouth, your chest, your legs, your ass, your pussy. god, he wanted to be in you so badly.

he couldn’t hold back, his insatiable need to cum overriding his senses, and the translucent liquid twitched out of his throbbing cock in spurts, drenching his fist and his balls. “fuck, fuck, fuck. i’m—fuck.”

he collapsed against the back of his chair, chest heaving with the sheer intensity of his orgasm. he combed a hand through his hair, the consequences of his actions now weighing heavily on his shoulders. i’m never gonna be able to look at her in the eyes again, he lamented. how am i ever gonna—damn it. 

the sudden ping of a notification had his eyes raising from the mess on his pants towards his computer screen. 

meanwhile, you were messaging kenma, a little off-put by his sudden radio silence but chalking it all up to his mysterious sickness.

[11:05 PM] you: hey ken! hope u feel better

[11:05 PM] you: if u get the chance u should check out what i added to our minecraft house. its perfect for sick victorian orphans like u

[12:14 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: why arent u responding

[12:05 PM] you: guess

[12:05 PM] you: ok u got me ill tell u

[12:05 PM] you: its a hot tub

[12:05 PM] you: but with soup

[12:05 PM] you: but the soup is lava

[12:05 PM] you: genius right

[12:06 PM] you: anyway get some sleep and feel better <3

[12:06 PM] you: lmk if u wanna play animal crossing

[12:06 PM] you: actually no u should sleep. rest ur eyes and shit

[12:06 PM] you: no animal crossing for u!

[12:06 PM] you: sleep well so i can destroy ur ass in val tmrw

[12:06 PM] you: >:)

he sighed as he read your one-sided ramblings. he really liked you.

and he really wanted to fuck you. lucky for you, you wanted the exact same thing. 

if only kenma knew what you did on the other side of the screen, hands in your undies and his name on your lips...

>> part two

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[apocalypticgargoyle]

Hi I need to ask a favor of you... Can we get like,,, the reader trying to set cc!dream up with a friend of theirs and he actually likes the reader so we get like dream trying to say that he likes the reader. Idk if this makes sense but I just want a dramatic like "ARE YOU DUMB" moment. Thank u, I'll exit the stage.

Okay so long story short, I had a series about Dre that I was going to write (like a million years ago even before e!k) and I tuned up the confession scene because it fit with the request. Idk idk. It was back when I was having my romance novel phase. N E WAY. happy reading :) ♡ g

𝐄𝐆𝐎 & 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. ♘ 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

± warnings: language, angst, being so overdramatic, mentions of rivals to lovers, being in a shower, kinda cringe ngl

Dream eyed you over his glass from across the table, his legs long enough that he was invading your space beneath the surface. His green eyes burned into you, which you attempted to let roll off your shoulders innocently. Your friend was talking up Sapnap, completely destroying your plan put in place. It seemed like Dream could tell what you were up to as well, and by the look he was sending your way and the tension in his shoulders, you could tell he wasn’t in the mood for it. Sapnap asked the girl beside you how she was doing in her classes and before he could boast about his own achievements, you butted in. “You know, Clay’s ranked fourth in our sociology class.” Dream rolled his eyes as your friend’s brow perked at your statement.

She cracked a grin in his direction. “Oh really? You some kind of a genius?” She joked, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

Dream chewed the inside of his cheek and folded his hands together on the table, uncomfortable now that you had shifted the subject matter to him. “Uh, I wouldn’t say that. It’s an intro course so…” he mumbled. She hummed in response and he wet his lips.

You jumped into the small bit of silence. “Come on, don’t downplay! He’s also helped me pass calculus last year,” you boasted. Dream shut his eyes briefly as if it were taking every ounce of his being not to scold you. You didn’t care.

“That’s awesome! I’m actually a mathematics major,” your friend eased. “Maybe if you are some kind of genius you could help me figure out homeomorphically irreducible trees sometime,” she jousted with a small wink. Dream chuckled and you thought maybe… finally… they were clicking. You knew you were right, you knew they were a perfect match. Dream just had to put forth a bit more effort.

Dream’s eyes flashed to you again briefly, as if a symbol of telling you he’d kill you for pushing this. “Oh, I don’t know anything about math really, but Sapnap knows a lot of the math professors,” he turned over with a soft smile, sending your friend back into Sapnap’s metaphorical tract. The two started rambling to each other and Dream shot you a dirty look. “Cut it out,” he bit, barely loud enough for you to even hear. You took this as a challenge.

Another round of drinks came to the table, Dream had yet to completely finish his first as it seemed like something was weighing on his mind. You had gotten into the habit of picking up every subtle tick he had and picking at it. You silently listened to the conversation between Nick and your friend as it wound down, giving you the opportunity to strike up something else about Dream. “So Clay, what was your beer pong average last semester?” You asked, taking a sip from your straw innocently.

He sent you a deadpan expression, but Sapnap answered for him. “Oh, trust me, Clay’s the one you want on your team at every frat party,” he praised. You knew how much your friend liked the whole idea of winning pointless party games.

“I think it’s time I walk you home,” Dream mumbled after standing before you could answer. You followed him out of the restaurant, sending your friend and Sapnap an awkward grin. They had barely noticed anyway; too caught up in their own conversation. You jogged a bit to catch up to Dream as he shoved his fists in his pockets. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He grumbled.

You furrowed your brows, nudging his arm playfully. “What do you mean? I’m trying to get you laid!” You chided. He rolled his eyes again. “Loosen up! Come on, she’s pretty isn’t she.”

Dream sighed deeply. “Of course she’s pretty. Just quit with meddling in my sex life,” he hissed.

You laughed mockingly. “You are so tightly wound!” He pushed the door open to your building. You could tell you were pushing his buttons as he pursed his lips instead of firing something back at you. “You’re such a killjoy,” you joshed, pinching his side.

He swatted your hand away, attempting to ignore you. “Quit.”

“Fine, whatever. Go home and make fast with your hand.” That was it---the last push.

Dream grabbed your arm and yanked you down the hall behind him. You could practically see the steam rolling off his shoulders as he turned a corner and you began to grow tense. You knew he'd never hurt you but the sheer anxiety of what he was going to do next weighed on your conscience. Had you gone too far this time? You'd pushed him past his limit before, but he'd never taken you with him when he needed to remove himself from the situation.

You were shocked as he threw open the door to the communal showers, your brows knitting together in confusion as you began to claw at his hand. "Clay, stop! What are you doing?" You gritted, struggling against his grip. He threw open one of the stall doors and tossed you inside, your back hit the linoleum tiling with a quiet thump and you glared at him with scolding eyes as if to bite ‘don't you dare touch me’ into his skin.

He pursed his lips as if his anger was threatening to boil over and he turned the knob behind you, instantly soaking you and your clothes in freezing water. You painstakingly jumped for the dial and he grabbed your arm again, pulling you inches from his face. "You need to cool the fuck down. I'm serious!" He snapped.

Your eyes felt like they were going to pop out of your head in disbelief at the audacity he had. His jaw tensed as he glared at your features and you drew his arm closer, turning on your heel so he replaced you in the water. His reaction was subtle to the dowsing; instead, he released his grip on you. "What the hell is your problem!" You yelled. This was unknowingly becoming your breaking point. You hadn't woken up that day and realized today is the day I choose violence but Dream's medieval form of communicating with you was striking a hidden nerve.

"My problem? MY PROBLEM?" He let out an exasperated sigh, turning slightly to twist the knob for hot water before laying into you. Why he didn't just turn off the water was unbeknownst to you. "My problem is you!"

You rolled your eyes heavily. "Me?" You tsked at him. "Why don't you get a fucking life-"

"Are you really that fucking stupid?" He bit. Your disgusted look you made sure to exaggerate twisted something behind his eyes. The shower began to produce steam over his shoulders. Dream's hair had begun hanging in short ringlets around his ears. His long-sleeved t-shirt clung to his body enough that you could see every dip in his chest. Every breath he drew in to calm himself down rippled through his silhouette. In the slightest way, it seemed as if the dragon was finally baring his soft underbelly to you.

His hands balled into fists at your look of disbelief at him calling you dumb. He groaned deeply, bringing his palms to his eyes and gritting his teeth. He then pushed his fingers into his wet hair, plastering it back from framing his face. Dream's bright eyes studied you with his features set in stone. "How could you not realize?" He let out a short exhale, his hands seemingly gripping for his own thoughts as they moved with his search of words. "I know you aren't as aloof as you put off. I know you know that I-" he stopped himself short with an aggressive shrug of his shoulders. It was almost humoring to see him standing like a wet dog in front of you and at a loss for words. That big head of his was proving to be a difficult landscape for him to form sentences. "... That I-" he bit into his lip, frustration settling into his brow.

You rolled your eyes again, your wet clothes feeling uncomfortable as they began to shrink against certain parts of your body. The steam from the water was enveloping the two of you in the small space, but your close stance kept a breath of clearance in your visions. "Spit it out, Clay. Obviously, I'm too dumb to put two and two together. You're gonna have to man up and get over it," you snapped and his eyes flashed up to the ceiling.

He gritted his teeth again. "Fuck. What am I trying to say?" He hissed. The gears in his head were beginning to rust with overstimulation, and you could tell. He was hesitant as if debating what would be his next move. The tall man before you was slowly unraveling into unarticulated emotions. The minuscule thought tugged at your mind that Dream was attempting to tell you he felt something for you. It was oddly satisfying to juxtapose your ill-fated seven minutes in heaven experience when you had met him with the close, wet atmosphere you were in now. Even back then Dream couldn't figure out what to say.

He swallowed, his anger had melded into something less aggressive and more inwardly scorning. "I care about you," he blurted, his voice coming out uneven. He wasn't nervous and it seemed as if he'd practiced this in the mirror yet was crumbling under the pressure of you actually standing before him. "I care about you," he repeated, his face still tense and severe.

You were taken aback by his simple statement, awaiting his next move. You didn't dare arrest your eyes from his, your mind blurring about what to say to his confession. You knew that was big coming from him at the way it tugged at your heartstrings, making you blush in the ferocity of the steaming stall. The beat of silence was broken as he took a step toward you, taking your face into his large hands in a gentle gesture. His fingers threatened to snake into your hair as his thumb traced the bend in your jaw. Droplets of water fell off of him to splash against your sopping wet clothing, the warmth of his figure nearly pressed against yours sending rushes of goosebumps across the plain of your skin.

His eyes searched yours as he hesitated, as if savoring being close enough to taste you, yet the anticipation of sealing the fated and quarrelsome air between the two of you with his kiss was nearly too unrealistic for his mind to comprehend. The pad of his thumb brushed lightly against the flesh of your bottom lip as if he were wondering if the shade was their true color, all of his movements completely foiling the way he'd always handled you.

His look of desire and unsteadiness gave him the appearance of an explorer wandering around a foreign planet with the consistency of practice but restraint. You'd heard other girls talking about being with Dream---a fumbling night of drunken fun or a quick use and jading---but the Dream standing before you now seemed to be his own breed. You let your mind flicker to the fantasy that maybe the boy itching to mark you was a figment of him reserved and stocked only for you.

You found yourself leaning on your toes as his eyes began to close, drawing you in with his subtle caress. The water thundered down against him as his towering frame shielded you from the shower, the sound of its stream bouncing off the floor and your matted articles of clothing mixing with Dream's soft breath. As he pressed his lips against yours, it seemed like he was hesitant as if you'd snatch yourself away from his cradling like you always had, but sure enough, your sneakers were glued to the floor beneath you. Wherever you were going in the next few minutes would be to follow his lead.

His fingers dipped into your locks, bringing you deeper into his gesture of passion. Your mind clicked into the reality of the situation as your shoulders sank into a sense of calmness. Your hands found purchase around his waist, wanting to reassure him that you were reading his actions as your fingers traced the lines and dips in his back.

He kissed you with a needy passiveness that bled into the echoing taste of mint, bitter coffee, and the soft embrace of his mildly chapped lips. You'd been close enough to him in the past to dig your nose into his clean scent, but as he pressed against you, it was all you could focus on. He kissed you as if his lips were studying to be experts on your own; a kneading of exploratory gentleness met with a keen sense of wanting to pour everything unsaid between the two of you into this action. It was like he hungrily wanted to know the curvature of your mouth like the back of his hand.

He broke away from you breathlessly and your floating sense of calm clouded and compacted your words. You hesitated to open your eyes as you felt him settle his forehead against yours, not wanting to extract himself from you yet. You subtly enjoyed the fact of sharing air with him as you drew in a deep breath, the taste of him still lingering in your mouth. You wanted that taste to live on your tongue.

Clay stepped back, shrugging out of your hold reluctantly. His hand moved to settle over his mouth as if he was silently apologizing for the suddenness of that action. Your mind was running wild with the thought of him. You parted your lips, stunned enough that you could barely remember how to stand on your own let alone string together a sentence.

He swallowed, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding your eyes. "I- um," his tongue darted across his lips and you yearned at the fact that you wanted to be pressed against him again, selfishly needing to be tangled among his long limbs or you'd surely die. "I'll see you around," he stated, undoubtedly noticing how verklempt you were and what kind of effect he'd had on you.

He moved to step around you and your eyes glued to where he was standing before. He halted when his shoulder brushed against yours, his gaze turning to trace against your features as you struggled to meet his eyes. You knew he was biting back a smirk as he went on his way again, leaving you to decompose at the mental imagery of him.

You heard the door swing shut behind him and you pushed your wet hair away from your face, turning off the water. As you stepped from the stall, you met eyes with a girl who perked an eyebrow in your direction. She froze in the middle of brushing her teeth, having obviously seen Clay leave, and at the sight of you, she smirked. “Alright, alright. I see you, Elizabeth Bennett,” she winked, swaying a bit before continuing on with her routine.

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[ming-yu-hao]

Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder | Chapter 4

Pairing: fratboy!mingyu x female reader

Word Count: 6.5k

Synopsis: When you transferred to a different university, you and Wonwoo promised that you would make long distance work. But distance proves to be more difficult than you both originally thought.

This Chapter’s Tags: cheating obviously, some angst and fluff, public teasing, unprotected sex (oops), light degradation/impact play/begging, use of restraints, brief face sitting, shit just goes down in general just wait

Warning: THIS SERIES IS ABOUT CHEATING. DO NOT READ IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!

A/N: hey... how y’all doing... yeah I disappeared... but I’m back! The past two months were a mess but I’m ready to come back now and I’m v excited. Pls accept this chapter as a token of my forgiveness </3 Feedback is appreciated as always :) AND THANK U FOR 100 FOLLOWERS!!! :D

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The ride home was quiet.

Jisoo had drank a little too much, and it was evident by the way she laid her head upon your shoulder and mumbled slurred gibberish against your skin.

You opted to ignore her drunken antics, and instead just wrapped your arm around her shoulder while training your eyes on the darkness outside the front window.

Only when Jisoo trudged over to her bed after taking off her makeup and changing her clothes did she seem to have sobered up. She sprawled across her mattress, her face pressed into the blankets, before she turned and gazed at you. You were laying on your own bed, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you stared up at the ceiling.

Finally, Jisoo spoke a coherent sentence.

"Where did you go?" She asked. "At the party," she added a moment later.

You hesitated for a second.

"Wonwoo called me so I went to the bathroom. And then we fought because he was pissed that I went to a party without telling him." You explained. It wasn't a lie; that was what happened, before Mingyu showed up of course.

Jisoo sat up quickly in her bed, crossing her legs like a child listening intently to a teacher. She placed a hand under her chin and narrowed her eyes at you.

"You fought..." She started but trailed off. "Is that why you went off with Mingyu?" She questioned.

You stopped toying with the fabric of your shirt, completely frozen in place at the accusation.

"What?" You responded, your mouth suddenly dry. You sat up in your own bed now, staring at her with wide eyes.

"Come on, I'm not stupid." Jisoo rolled her eyes. "I saw you and Mingyu going upstairs. And then a minute later some guy comes in screaming about how he found Mingyu and some girl fucking in the bathroom. It wasn't hard to put two and two together."

You were horrified. It felt as if a hard punch had been delivered to your gut and a million wasps stung your skin at once. You could barely catch your breath.

"Wha- Does everyone know?" You cried, not even attempting to cover up that you had sex with Mingyu; Jisoo had already figured it out, and there was no way you could ever convince her otherwise.

Jisoo shook her head. "No, I only knew cause I saw you with him. And I didn't say anything to anyone." She reassured you.

You didn't say anything else. Hell, you couldn't even think of anything to say. You threw yourself back against the bed, covering your face with your hands. Embarrassment ate away at you.

Jisoo watched you in your distressed state, and she almost felt inclined to apologize. She shook away the thought and asked: "What are you gonna do?"

You peeled your hands off your face and sighed. You felt like crying again. You hated it; you were so sick of crying.

"What am I supposed to do?" You responded. "I don't even know what I'm doing anymore."

Jisoo chewed on her bottom lip as she thought for a moment. "Well... do you still wanna be with Wonwoo?"

"Yes," you said quickly. "I still love him. And I miss him a lot. But I just... things have been really bad lately."

Jisoo finally laid back down, mimicking you by staring at the ceiling. "You're gonna have to talk things out with him then. Be honest. Stop seeing Mingyu." She sighed. "That's what I would do."

You knew that Jisoo was right. But the thought of cutting off Mingyu left a sour taste in your mouth. You liked him a lot, as a person, and it felt unfair to just ditch him after the times he was there to comfort you.

But this was all so much more unfair to Wonwoo.

"Are you sure... that you wanna stay with Wonwoo?" Jisoo added in response to your silence.

Were you sure?

You said that you loved him: You loved the Wonwoo that took you to the cafe near campus and bought you your favorite latte; the Wonwoo that spent hours in bed with you binge-watching dumb cartoons; the Wonwoo that stayed up late with you on weekends to help you study for your exams.

He was still that same person. Things were just different now that you were far apart and couldn't be in each other's presence anymore.

Right?

Would the Wonwoo from a year ago have ignored your texts and angrily hung up on you?

How could this all possibly be to blame on some distance?

Jisoo took your silence as an answer and cleared her throat to regain your attention. She shifted onto her side to look at you, and you turned your head to meet her eyes.

"Look, I don't think you're a bad person, okay? I think you just made some mistakes." She said. "I know you care a lot about him, but long distance doesn't work for everyone."

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to stop them from watering.

"Just think about it, okay? I don't want you or other people getting hurt." Jisoo said. She rolled onto her other side, her back now facing you. "Goodnight. Don't stay up too late."

"Goodnight," you finally responded. Your voice was hoarse and weak.

You swallowed, and then reached for your phone.

You: that guy from the bathroom told everyone about you Sent at 12:48 AM

To your surprise, Mingyu responded quickly.

Mingyu: oh I know Sent at 12:48 AM

Mingyu: don't worry I already put him in his place Sent at 12:48 AM

You giggled quietly to yourself as you typed a response.

You: should I be scared for him? Sent at 12:49 AM

Mingyu: nah he'll live Sent at 12:49 AM

Mingyu: goodnight Y/N Sent at 12:49 AM

Mingyu: sweet dreams :) Sent at 12:50 AM

Just as you finished typing a reply, quiet vibrating sounded from Jisoo's side of the room.

She stirred in her light state of sleep, feeling around her bed and eventually pulling her phone out from under her pillow. "Hello?" She said, hints of tiredness evident in her voice.

You wondered who could possibly be calling her right now. You guessed it was Seungcheol, but once Jisoo shot up in her bed alarmingly fast you began to doubt yourself.

"What?" She cried. "Is he okay?"

You sat up yourself now, watching her with concern as she turned on the light and began rummaging through her closet.

"I'm leaving right now. No, I'll be fine. I'll text you." She said as she pulled a backpack out and began wildly shoving items into it.

"What? Where are you going? What's going on?" You questioned once she hung up.

"My dad's in the hospital. Had a stroke or a heart attack or something, I don't know." Jisoo rambled without looking at you. She ran over to the bathroom with her bag in hand. "I'm going home for a few days." She explained from the other room.

When she walked back into the room, her backpack was slung over her shoulders and her eyes were shiny with tears.

"I hope he's okay. Please be safe." You responded, though it just made you feel useless.

"Thank you," she said, looking at you with saddened eyes before turning towards the door. "I'll see you soon." She called over her shoulder before stepping out of the room and shutting the door behind her.

Then you were left alone, with nothing but the dark room and the thoughts that weighed on your conscience.

You found it difficult to fall asleep that night.

When you walked into class on Tuesday, Mingyu looked different.

His hair was pushed back in his signature style and he wore his usual plain shirt and jeans, but something about him was changed. His chest seemed to be lifted with a newfound confidence.

He gave you a small smile when you approached him, and you swore you noticed his eyes graze over your figure, but you sat down without saying anything. You adjusted your skirt as you settled into your seat and pulled out your phone.

You anxiously checked your notifications, waiting for Wonwoo's name to appear, but there was still no answer.

You finally had sent him a text this morning saying that you needed to talk to him. You had spent the past few days thinking about what Jisoo said, and it was difficult to admit, but she was right.

Now it was just a waiting game until Wonwoo was ready to talk.

A notification caused your phone to buzz, and you perked up as you thought it might be Wonwoo, but instead it was a text from Mingyu.

You glanced over at him with your brows furrowed, and he just stared ahead, biting his lip to suppress a smirk. You opened the message.

Mingyu: you look good Sent at 10:05 AM

Your skin flushed at the compliment, and you quickly typed a reply.

You: you couldn't have said that to me in person? Sent at 10:06 AM

His own phone vibrated against the desk with your response. He picked it up nonchalantly, huffing out a quiet laugh.

Mingyu: well the reason I didn't say it out loud Sent at 10:06 AM

Mingyu: is cause I also wanted to say that I keep thinking about last weekend Sent at 10:06 AM

Mingyu: when your thighs were shaking Sent at 10:06 AM

Mingyu: seeing you in that skirt reminded me of it Sent at 10:07 AM

You impulsively pressed your thighs together, your eyes widening and your lips flattening into a line as each message showed up on your screen.

You: you really think this is the time and place to be saying that? Sent at 10:07 AM

You: calm down you're acting like a douchey frat boy Sent at 10:07 AM

You smiled to yourself at your teasing reply, and you heard Mingyu quietly chuckle.

Mingyu: wowwwww Sent at 10:07 AM

Mingyu: don't act like you don't like it Sent at 10:08 AM

Mingyu: I see you rubbing your thighs together over there Sent at 10:08 AM

You felt your face burn up as you realized he could see the effect he had on you. You didn't respond, letting him continue on.

Mingyu: I know you're a bad girl Y/N Sent at 10:08 AM

Mingyu: you liked it when I spanked you Sent at 10:08 AM

Mingyu: bet you'd like it if I touched you here right now Sent at 10:09 AM

You clicked your phone off quickly, setting it down against the desk. Your face was red, and you cleared your throat, trying to focus as the professor finally entered the room.

You kept your gaze locked on the front of the room, but you could still see Mingyu shifting closer to you out of the corner of your eye.

Just as the professor began talking, fingers brushed against your thigh and began toying with the hem of your skirt. You swallowed thickly, cursing yourself for the growing arousal between your legs.

Mingyu turned his head slightly towards you. "Don't react," he whispered. He turned his attention back to the front of the room, but his hand remained on your thigh, now softly squeezing the flesh between his fingers.

You inhaled a shaky breath, nervously glancing around the room. Luckily, you and Mingyu sat at the edge of the back row; the only other people in your row sat further down and to the left of Mingyu. His body and the desk most likely concealed everything that he was doing to you, but you were still fearful of getting caught.

His hand trailed upwards, slipping underneath your skirt. His fingers pressed into your inner thigh and you bit your lip. He stared forward, his face blank, as if nothing was happening.

His hand brushed against your core, and you inhaled sharply. The corner of his lip quirked up at the sound. Then he pressed his fingers against your clit through the fabric of your underwear.

Your thighs squeezed shut around his hand instinctively, and Mingyu tsked quietly before pushing your legs apart again. He began rubbing slow circles through the fabric, your arousal soaking through. Your stomach was twisting into a tighter knot with each moment that passed.

Then Mingyu suddenly slipped his fingers beneath your underwear, pressing into your bare folds. You gasped quietly and quickly grabbed hold of his wrist.

"Stop," you muttered, your voice full of alarm. Mingyu pulled his hand away, and you clenched as you were left with nothing, but you let out a relieved sigh. You were panting quietly, and he glanced at you with worry in his eyes as he wiped his hand on his pants.

You pulled out your phone and quickly texted him.

You: we can't do that here Sent at 10:14 AM

Mingyu: I'm sorry Sent at 10:14 AM

You glanced at him, and he looked back at you. You nodded as if to say "it's okay" and chewed on your bottom lip as you contemplated sending your next message.

You: come over tonight Sent at 10:15 AM

Mingyu's tongue darted out to lick his lips and he turned his head towards you. His lips were upturned into a smirk as he gave you an affirming nod.

Time seemed to crawl during the rest of your classes for the day; you were anticipating Wonwoo's response and running over in your mind what you were planning on doing with Mingyu later.

As evening approached, a large hole formed in the pit in your stomach. Wonwoo still had yet to respond, which left a bitter taste in your mouth; you guessed he still wasn't done giving you the silent treatment.

You almost texted Mingyu a few times to tell him not to come over, but each time, you thought about his hand slipping beneath your skirt in class and erased your message.

You were only okay with this because Jisoo was still gone, but also, the thought of inviting a guy over to have sex while your roommate was visiting her dad in the hospital made you feel guilty. And gross. When did you become so desperate for some dick?

It was around 10 PM now, and you were pacing around your room while waiting for Mingyu to show up. You had changed out of your skirt, now wearing shorts and a crewneck instead.

A knock at the door startled you, and then your stomach dropped. You were really doing this again. You twisted the knob with hands that trembled softly and opened the door.

Mingyu stood on the other side, and you quickly observed his appearance as he stepped into the room. He also had changed his clothes from earlier. Now he was wearing sweatpants and a zip-up over a t-shirt that hugged his chest nicely. His hair was a bit messier, too.

"Hi," you exhaled.

Mingyu stood tall over you, making you feel small and nervous. You fidgeted with your hands as you stared up at him.

"Hey," he replied, licking his lips as he scanned your face.

You hesitated. "Um... do you wanna watch a movie or something?" Internally, you cursed yourself for being so stiff and awkward. But Mingyu's lips turned up into a small smirk and he agreed.

A moment later, his body laid next to yours on the bed while you picked out some random movie on Netflix. Once it started, the rapid beating of your heart didn't allow you to pay attention to the laptop screen; it was so intense you were afraid that Mingyu could feel it.

You were also hyperaware of the sensation of his body lying next to yours. The warmth of his body radiated onto you and the soft fabric of his clothing felt like a blanket against your bare skin.

"Are you even paying attention?" He asked suddenly, causing you jump slightly.

You cleared your throat. "Y-yeah."

"You seem so tense," he teased. He placed his hand on your thigh and lightly squeezed. You inhaled shakily, keeping your eyes on the screen. "Is something on your mind?"

"No," you gulped.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N." He said with a hushed voice into your ear. "I know what you invited me here for."

His face was so close that his nose was brushing against the side of your face while he spoke. Your stomach was in a tight knot now, and somehow your heart was beating even faster than before.

"You were so wet when I was touching you today." He continued to tease, lightly biting your ear. The hand that rested on your thigh moved up, his fingers brushing against your clit. "I knew you'd like that. You're dirty, aren't you?"

He pressed his fingers to your clit through your shorts as he asked the question. You whined softly, your hips jerking up at the stimulation. Finally, you turned your head towards him, pressing your lips to his in a rough kiss.

Mingyu bit at your bottom lip while he kissed you, and then pulled away after a moment to glance at the laptop that was still playing the movie. "You're not watching this, right?" He joked before shutting it and placing it on the floor.

He hovered over you now, his body caged between your legs, and went back to kissing you, this time with his tongue slipping past your lips. You moaned against his mouth softly as he pressed his warm body against yours.

He pulled away for a moment, making eye contact with you as he asked: "You sure you wanna do this?" He ran his hand down your side reassuringly as he awaited your reply. "We don't have to." He added before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

The sudden shift in his demeanor left you stunned for a moment; you quickly nodded before you could hesitate. "Yes, Mingyu." The hands that rested on the back of his neck pulled him closer to you, connecting your lips once again.

His hands began to tug the bottom of your shirt up, and the feeling of his fingers brushing against your stomach left small goosebumps across your skin.

Soon, clothes were discarded about the room, leaving you in only your bra and underwear and Mingyu in his sweats. His bare chest pressed against yours as he sucked and nibbled on the skin of your neck. You let out a soft moan, not even caring about the bruises that would later appear.

Mingyu lifted his face from your neck suddenly, mumbling against your cheek with a small smile on his face: "Can I try something with you?"

You stared at him, eyes wide with curiosity, and he grinned. His eyes seemed to flash with something that resembled insecurity before he finally admitted: "I wanna tie your hands."

You felt a gush of arousal between your legs at the thought—the thought of being teased with the inability to touch his skin. You nodded in approval. The corner of his lip twitched up at your receptiveness, and he glanced over his shoulder before grabbing one of your belts off the floor.

He secured it around your wrists before pushing them above your head, and just as he was about to continue leaving kisses across your body, you spoke. "Mingyu?"

His eyes widened as they rapidly scanned your face for signs of discomfort. "Do you not like it? Should I take it off?"

You snickered at how worried he was before asking: "Can you make it tighter?"

Relief flooded over Mingyu, and then he chuckled softly in disbelief. "Anything for you, sweets," he joked while adjusting the restraints around your wrists. You laughed, and the previous anxiety left your body.

Your wrists were bound tighter now, giving Mingyu full control, and his hands squeezed your waist as he placed a kiss on your chest. "I can't believe you," he said. "Acting so innocent when you're really a little whore for me."

His vulgar words shocked you, but you couldn't deny the other effects they had. You whined quietly, desperately raising your hips to meet his. Mingyu pushed your hips back down against the bed, and then one of his hands reached up to grope your chest.

He left wet kisses and bites across your body as he made his way from your neck to your hips, discarding the last of your clothing and leaving you bare beneath him. His jaw dropped a bit as he pulled your underwear down your legs, revealing the arousal that had built up. "So fucking wet," he observed in awe.

He began to kiss and suck on the skin of your inner thighs, avoiding the place where you needed him most. You wanted to reach down and tug at his hair, but the belt around your wrists prevented the action.

You groaned as you tried pushing your body closer to Mingyu's. "Please, Gyu." You begged. Mingyu glanced up at you from between your thighs with a smirk plastered on his face once he saw how desperate you looked.

"Is this what you want?" He asked as he dragged his fingers through your folds, coating them in your arousal. He rubbed your clit in tight circles and your legs twitched in response.

"More," you said in between moans. You were already sweating and red in the face out of desperation; you could feel your hair sticking to your forehead.

Mingyu stopped his movements, but his hand remained pressed to your clit, and it throbbed beneath his touch. "What else do you want?" He teased. Your eyes were squeezed shut, but you could clearly imagine the cocky, satisfied expression on his face right now. "Tell me," he pleaded.

He suddenly resumed his ministrations, this time at a faster pace, which made your stomach twist. You cried out, unable to form any words. "Come on, Y/N. Use your words."

He brought his hand down to your pussy in a rough slap. The sensation caused your entire body to jolt and you let out a whimper in surprise. Mingyu buried his face in your neck before whispering into your ear: "Beg for it."

Finally, you caved, and you arched your back as you moaned, "Please, Gyu. Please fuck me."

A devilish yet satisfied grin settled across his face as he pulled away from you. "Good girl." He quickly said as his hands found their way to the waistband of his sweatpants. You glanced down, seeing the way his cock strained against the fabric. You wanted to reach out and feel him, but all you could do was lie there helplessly as he undressed himself. He lowered his pants further down his hips until he suddenly stopped.

"Do you have condoms?" He questioned, his lips pursing in thought.

You shook your head. "No. Why would I have them?" Realization slowly began to dawn on you. "You didn't for-"

"Fuck," Mingyu groaned while running his palms over his face. "I forgot."

Disappointment settled over you, but the lust you were feeling for him remained. You ran over various thoughts in your mind as you observed his conflicted expression.

Mingyu's arms dropped to his sides. "It's okay," he reassured. "We can do something else." He looked up at you, his previous lust-filled expression returning as he caressed your thighs. "Have you ever sat on anyone's face before?" He suggested.

The thought enticed you—the image of Mingyu between your thighs always made your stomach twist—but ultimately you knew you needed to feel him inside you.

"Just fuck me anyways." You blurted out. Mingyu's eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

"What?" He cried.

"I'm on the pill," you quickly explained. "You can just... pull out or whatever." Heat rushed to your cheeks; you had become so desperate for him.

You weren't sure what you were doing. Deep down, you knew it was a terrible idea, but you were being controlled by lust—the same lust and desire that made you tell him you wanted to kiss him a few nights ago.

Mingyu's lips were still parted in shock as he scanned your face. "Really?" He didn't see a single hint of hesitation on your visage.

"If that's what you want..." he trailed off. You saw a look of desire return to his eyes as he observed your bare body. Finally, he pushed his pants down his hips and leaned over you again.

His forearms rested on either side of your head, trapping you beneath him as he slipped his tongue into your mouth once again.

He reached down and grabbed hold of his hardened cock, guiding it through the folds of your pussy. Your jaw hung open and a deep moan escaped your throat at the pleasure. "You're gonna be the death of me, I swear." Mingyu mumbled into your ear in response to your moans.

He coated himself in your arousal as he continued to rub his cock against you, his tip nudging your clit and teasing you with the smallest bit of relief. He buried his face in your neck as he finally pushed himself into you.

A loud moan fell from his lips at the feeling. This was so much different from last time. It felt warm and soft and bare. Every sensation felt amplified; the stimulation was so intense.

"Holy shit," you gasped. You felt it too.

Mingyu's hips stuttered as he bottomed out inside you. "You feel so fucking good," he groaned. His words mixed with his hot breath against your throat made your entire body burn up. Mingyu slowly pulled himself out of you, and your back arched as his cock rubbed against your walls before he pushed into you again roughly.

Your chest rose and fell quickly with each short breath you took while Mingyu set his pace of his hips slapping against yours. Your back was still arched, and your hips lifted up uncontrollably to meet his.

"F-fuck," you whined. Your arms tried to spread apart, but they were restricted by the belt again. There was a dull ache in your wrists, but it only added to the pleasurable mix of sensations you were feeling right now.

His hands were squeezing your waist tight, to the point where you thought there might be marks there later. He thrusted into you quickly, desperately trying to reach his high. You opened your eyes to watch his euphoric expression: his head was tilted back, his lips parted, and eyes fluttered shut.

He let out a particularly loud moan and his eyes met yours. A small smile found its way to his lips before his eyes grazed down until they reached your chest. He watched the way your breasts bounced with each movement, and the sight nearly made his eyes roll back into his head.

"You gonna come?" He choked out as he saw the pleasure on your face. You moaned in response, unable to speak. He leaned over you and wrapped his hand around your throat. He stopped for a moment, before roughly pushing into you, his hips slapping against yours.

Finally, he brought his hand down to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he continued to thrust into you. The knot in your stomach burned and tightened. You clenched around him, which caused him to choke out a moan.

The pressure in your stomach reached its breaking point. Your body was washed over with a feeling of euphoria as your thighs shook uncontrollably. You could barely hear yourself when you let out a loud cry.

Your moans, the euphoric look on your face, and the feeling of you clenching around him all led to the snap of pleasure in Mingyu's core. He gasped as he struggled to pull himself out of you. "Fuck, I'm coming."

Hot ropes of cum painted across your stomach. Mingyu's chest rose and fell with his pants and moans as he watched the substance cover your body.

"Fuck," he whispered in awe once his orgasm faded away and he admired the mess he left on you.

Just as you were trying to catch your breath and relax your arms, they were stopped by the belt again. "Are you gonna take this off me now?" You asked.

Mingyu chuckled. "I guess so." He finally undid the loop and threw the belt to the floor. You sighed in relief. Mingyu quickly noticed the red marks on your wrists and caressed the irritated skin. "Oh, no. You could've told me it was hurting you." He frowned.

"No, it's fine. I-I liked it." You admitted sheepishly. Luckily, your cheeks were still red from before, so it hid the embarrassed flush of your skin. It was true, though. You never did these types of things before, and you certainly never thought pleasure and pain could go together, but you now that you had experienced it, you were enjoying it all too much.

Mingyu shook his head in disbelief, a smile spreading across his lips as he stared at you. You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his softly.

After a moment, Mingyu pushed you back slightly. "You, uh, probably don't wanna get that on your bed." He pointed to the cum on your stomach. You glanced down. You had almost forgotten it was there.

"Yeah, you're probably right." You laughed. Mingyu reached over for a tissue to wipe it off. The two of you cleaned up, and soon you were lying next to him on the bed again, with him back in his sweats and you with an oversized shirt on.

You faced each other, but your head was curled up against his chest, listening to the quiet sound of his heart beating beneath his ribs.

"You don't seem sad this time." He said. His chest vibrated beneath you as he spoke. You pulled away to look at him with your brows furrowed.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. All the other times we've done this you just seem sad after. But this time you don't." He noted.

You shrugged. "You seem different too. More cocky, I guess."

Mingyu pushed you playfully. "Shut up," he snickered.

"No, seriously!" You exclaimed with a laugh. "You were so awkward like a week ago and then today you pulled that stupid stunt in class!" You playfully smacked him back in the chest.

"Okay, yeah. You're right." Mingyu smiled, and then he sighed. "I guess I'm just... getting used to this."

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, both thinking of the same thing.

Mingyu rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. "Which I really shouldn't be," he continued. You chewed on your lip as you pondered what to say.

"I'm breaking up with him."

Saying it out loud made realization hit you like a ton of bricks. But you weren't upset anymore. You would miss all those trips to the coffee shop and weekends in bed from over the past two years, but they had already come to an end the moment you packed up and moved away. At this point, he had become someone you used to know—someone you were holding on to when maybe you should have let go a long time ago.

Mingyu was quiet for a moment. "Wow," he finally spoke. "That's probably for the best. You didn't seem happy."

"Yeah..." you trailed off. An awkward silence started to settle, so you cleared your throat and quickly changed subjects. "So, I haven't heard much about this frat you're in."

Mingyu chuckled softly, turning towards you again. "What do you wanna know?" His hands idly reached for yours, fidgeting with and rubbing circles on the back of your hand.

You thought for a second. "Hmm, I guess... who are the other guys besides you, Cheol, Seungkwan, Seokmin, and bathroom guy?"

Mingyu let out a loud laugh. "Oh, God. Bathroom guy is Soonyoung. I swear, he's the smartest yet stupidest person you'll ever meet." He paused, his face contorted in thought. "Then there's Josh..."

You slowly stirred awake, scrunching your face once you realized the light was still on and about to blind you the second you opened your eyes. You peeked open an eye, glancing around your room for the clock. It was almost 4 AM. You sighed, groggily trying to sit up and recollect what you were doing before you fell asleep, but an arm was weighing you down.

You glanced over your shoulder, and were taken back in surprise for a second when you saw Mingyu lying next to you. The two of you must have dozed off at some point without realizing, and now he was pressed up against you from behind with his arm draped over your waist. He was sleeping deeply, with his lips slightly parted and cheeks puffed out.

You peeled his arm off you slowly, careful not to wake him as you slipped out of bed and into the bathroom. You observed yourself in the fluorescent lighting. Thankfully, your hair wasn't too messy, but your makeup was still on and smudged around your eyes. Something about it almost made you feel hungover.

You spent a few minutes cleaning yourself up before staring at your reflection. If it wasn't already awkward enough that you and Mingyu accidentally fell asleep together, now he would see you bare-faced and groggy with sleep when he woke up. Sure, you two had sex a couple times, but somehow sleeping together was a thousand times more intimate.

You tiptoed out of the bathroom, slowly shutting the door so it didn't make any noise. You lay back down in bed stiffly, pressing yourself right against the edge to avoid Mingyu's grasp.

Just as you finished turning off the light and settling back into bed, Mingyu's arm reached forward and rested across your waist again.

"What time is it?" He muttered, his voice raspy with sleep. You jumped at the sudden noise.

"Oh, um, it's 4:02." You answered.

Mingyu pushed himself up onto his forearm and rubbed his eyes. "Like, in the morning?" He asked. You told him yes and his eyes widened. "Woah, sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep." He yawned.

He fully sat up now, running his hands through his messy hair. He turned to you, just barely able to see you in the dark. "I can go, if you want."

Oh, God. Even though this situation was an awkward mess, there was no way you could make him go home now.

"I'm not kicking you out in the middle of the night. What kind of terrible person do you think I am?" You responded, to which Mingyu laughed under his breath. "It's only a few more hours."

"Okay," Mingyu said as he lay on his back again. He rolled onto his side, his back towards you. You sat in silence before Mingyu added, "Thanks for not kicking me out."

You chuckled quietly, allowing your eyes to flutter shut and waiting for sleep to overtake you again.

The next time you woke up, sunlight shone in your eyes. With your eyes squinted shut, you rolled over, expecting to bump into Mingyu, but were greeted with empty sheets instead.

Your eyes shot open as you felt around the bed and realized that Mingyu was nowhere to be found. You couldn't help feeling disappointed. Even though you were dreading having to face him in the morning, the fact that he left without saying a word stung.

Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open. "Oh, you're awake," a low voice called. Mingyu stood in the doorway, still shirtless and his hair a little tousled.

You smiled. "I thought you left."

"Nope, still here," he replied. He sat on the edge of the bed and gazed at you. His dark eyes looked like they held a certain warmth in them. "I've never seen someone look so nice after waking up," he said.

Your face burned up instantly. "Stop," you cried sheepishly, burying your face in your hands. You didn't even want to imagine what you looked like right now.

Mingyu grabbed your wrists and pulled them away from your face. "No, really!" He exclaimed while you wrestled back with him. "Your hair isn't even messy and your skin looks so clear," he said in between laughs.

"What are you trying to do, Mingyu?" You cried.

"Just take the compliment and say thanks!" He responded.

You stopped fighting back, letting him hold your wrists while you stared at him with a pout. "Fine," you grumbled. "Thank you."

A satisfied grin settled across his lips, and suddenly you noticed how close he was to you. "You're welcome," he said, his face only a few inches from yours.

You watched as his eyes dragged down to your lips and your breath nearly caught in your throat. He inched forward until his lips met yours. The kiss was soft and slow, until he pushed you back against the bed and pinned your wrists by the side of your head. He slipped his tongue past your lips and you moaned quietly against his mouth.

"You know what I said last night about you sitting on my face?" Mingyu pulled away to say, staring down at you with a mischievous glint in his eye.

You felt arousal growing between your legs as you nodded rapidly. Mingyu let go of your wrists to lie on his back instead. Your hands trembled a bit as you reached to pull your underwear down your thighs.

"Your phone keeps going off," Mingyu said.

"Huh?" You didn't even hear it because you were too focused on the knot you felt in your stomach. You recollected yourself and shook your head. "Just ignore it. It's probably Jisoo or something."

"Hurry up," he teased, lightly smacking your thigh. You were straddling his waist.

"I am! I'm just nervous." You replied, trying to ignore the heat that was rushing to your cheeks. "I don't wanna accidentally kill you."

Mingyu rolled his eyes. "Oh, shush. I wouldn't wanna die any other way." You hovered above his face, hesitating each time you tried to lower yourself. Finally, Mingyu grabbed onto your thighs and pulled you down. You instantly moaned at the feeling of his warm tongue flicking against your clit.

"H-holy shit," you moaned breathlessly. He held onto your thighs tightly, not allowing you to move. Your legs began to twitch at the stimulation and your hips rocked involuntarily.

Mingyu pulled away, and you thought for a second that he was trying to tease you before he groaned: "Oh, my god. Who keeps calling you?" He shoved his hand under your pillow and pulled out your phone, squinting at the screen as he read.

"Who's Wonwoo?"

Your heart dropped right into the pit of your stomach. It felt like someone had punched you in the gut and you were unable to catch your breath.

"Are you kidding?" You cried. Mingyu had never seen your eyes so wide before. He turned the phone around to show you. Sure enough, Wonwoo's name was on the screen.

"Is that your boyfrie-" he started, but you interrupted by jerking the phone out of his hand.

"Don't say anything," you ordered. You hit answer and brought the phone up to your ear with a shaky hand.

"Hey," you said, trying to conceal the quiver in your voice.

"Hey," Wonwoo replied. Hearing his voice again made your throat tighten.

"I'm on campus. Can we please talk?"

[boyfriend-cal]

I have a peter request! so the reader meets Spider-Man (and is best friends w peter) but Spider-Man accidentally calls reader by their name and when she asks how he knows he blurts out (stupidly) that he goes to the same school as them & then the next day the reader excitedly tells peter but it only upsets him bc he wonders who else the reader told and it’s like a sign of distrust or something u can decide how it goes!

 I love this request! I hope you like it 😊 (this was supposed to have a fluff ending but... that didn’t happen YIKES sorry fam)

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You worked at a sandwich shop a few blocks from your family’s apartment, and tonight you’d worked the closing shift which meant you’d have to walk home alone. It wasn’t a big deal, you’d done it before, it just wasn’t your favorite. 

You’d learned to keep your head down but also be aware of your surroundings. You wanted to pop your earbuds in, but instead, you listened for footsteps in front or behind you. It was exhausting after a day of work. 

After a few minutes you hear a swoosh above you, and then two feet are walking next to yours. They’re covered in red… shoes? Fabric? You slowly look up, and you’re surprised to see a familiar masked face. 

“Spider-Man?” 

He nods. “I was up there waiting for something to do when I noticed you were walking alone so I thought I’d offer to walk with you. For safety reasons and all.” 

His voice is slightly muffled due to his mask, but you can still hear him. 

“Cool, well we’ve got about five blocks to go.” 

“Works for me. How was your day today?” His arms swing back and forth as he walks. 

“It was normal, I guess. I went to school and then to work, and now I’ve got school work to do at home.” You groan because just thinking about doing your chemistry homework makes you cringe. 

“Ew, homework is never fun.” Spider-Man makes a noise of disgust, and you laugh.

“I agree. My friend Peter usually helps me with my chemistry homework, but he’s busy tonight, so I’m on my own.” You sigh. Peter was your best friend, but you wished you got to spend more time with him than you did.

“Oh come on, chemistry is a piece of cake.” From the playful tone in his voice, you imagine he’s got a teasing look on his face.

“What would you need chemis- Oh, I guess if you engineer your own webs. Unless they like, come out of your skin or something.” You start your sentence looking at him but then look away.

“No you’re right, I made them. I don’t have holes in my wrists or anything.” Spider-Man laughs and you shrug. You

“It was a logical guess.” 

The rest of the walk, you two make small talk but not the awkward kind. It feels as if you know him somehow. You learn that Spider-Man has a cute laugh, but you’re not sure what to do with that information. You probably won’t ever see him again, and even if you did, it’s not like you could be friends with a superhero.

Finally, you arrive at the bottom of the stairs to your building. You can decide if you’re happy or sad.

“This is me. Thanks for the company.” A soft smile spreads across your face.

“Y-yeah no problem. Just doing what I can to keep everyone safe.” Spider-Man salutes you with two fingers and you nod.

“I think I can make it up a few flights, so I guess this is goodbye.”

“Oh yeah of course. Good luck with your homework.” He gestures toward the stairs in a “go ahead” way. You start up the first couple stairs and turn your shoulder back to look at him.

“Thanks, goodnight, Spider-Man.”

He turns around and starts to walk away, so you do too until you hear him speak again. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

Your head whips around so fast that your neck could’ve broken. “Wait, what did you say?”

Spider-Man turns around on his heel. He rocks back like he knows he said something he shouldn’t have. Is he a creep? How did he know your name?

“I-I said g-good night?” He scratches the back of his head through his mask.

“But you called me by my name, and I’ve never met you before. Have you been following me? Watching me? You could be an old man using Spider-Man as an excuse to pick up teenage girls.” You take a few more steps up to distance yourself.

“Oh, no, no, no. I’m not a creep, I swear. I’m not an old man either. I’m sorry.” He takes another step forward, so he’s at the bottom of the stairs, but you take a step back. He gets the message and puts his hands up.

“Okay okay, I know it seems weird, but I know your name because we go to the same school.” Spider-Man’s body tenses as soon as the words leave his mouth. You’re cautious.

“You’re a teenager? What the hell?”

“Yes, but that’s not something I was supposed to share so please please keep it to yourself. Don’t try to figure out the mystery or look for me at school, okay?” He suddenly sounds panicked.

“O-okay, I won’t.”

Spider-Man doesn’t say anything else before he turns and takes a running start. He lifts his arm and then he’s flying through the air, gone in an instant.

+

Truth is, you tried to stop thinking about your encounter with the friendly neighborhood web-slinger. You told yourself you wouldn’t look around wondering who it could be, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

To think that Spider-Man had seen you around school enough to know your name was eating away at you. Sure, there were tons of people in school that you didn’t know their name, but how many did?

Peter sits down next to you at lunch, his tray hitting yours as he slides into the bench. “Hey Y/N.”

“Hey, missed you on the way to school this morning.” You and Peter always walk to school together.

“Yeah, I u-uh overslept. May had to leave before I did and I forgot to get up.” Peter rolls his eyes but smiles anyway because it’s not the first time it’s happened.

Both of you dig into your lunches, not waiting on Ned and MJ who also seemed to be absent today. Your eyes scanned the room again.

“Pete, what secret talents do you think our classmates have?” The curious tone in your voice seems to make Peter nervous, but he’s always a little anxious, so you blow it off.

“What do you mean? Like who do I think has finger toes and can pick things up with them? I bet Chad. He’s so weird.” Peter points to a jock that’s wearing his letterman jacket. That wasn’t what you meant, but the two fo your burst into laughter anyway.

“I bet you’re right, but that isn’t really what I meant.” You start to calm down, your stomach aches from the intensity of your laugh. 

“What did you mean then?” Peter picks up a spoonful of chocolate pudding and shoves it into his mouth.

Please keep it to yourself. 

You’re caught off guard by your conscience bringing up Spider-Man’s words from the night before. This is Peter, he wouldn’t tell anyone, right? You trust Peter with your life. 

“Uh, it’s nothing, just a funny thought.” You shake your head, and then Peter changes the conversation. He asks how your chemistry homework went, considering you’d live-texted him how it was going. Featuring a message that said,” What do you think will kill me first? My lack of knowledge when it comes to things that explode (i.e., chemistry) or my parents because I failed?”

“You seem distracted.” Peter seems a little annoyed with you. He probably noticed your eyes leaving him every few seconds to look around the room. As if someone was just going to swoop into the cafeteria and reveal that they’re Spider-Man. 

“Sorry. What were you talking about?” You blink a few times and focus on Peter’s face this time. He starts talking again about how he thinks Aunt May has a boyfriend, but he doesn’t know how he feels about it. Peter is about to say something else when you stop him. 

“I’m sorry, Peter. I want to listen, but there’s something I have to tell you first. I can’t stop thinking about it.” 

Peters face immediately changes to worried, and he nods. “Okay, uh, w-what is it?”

You lean closer to him, so your shoulders are touching. “I met Spider-Man last night.”

Peter’s eyes widen, and he looks around the room. His whole mood immediately changes, and he seems a little bit… angry?

“You met him?”

“Yeah, and he told me he goes to this school. Can you believe that? He’s a teenager, Peter! Isn’t that wild? Who would’ve thought? I think you’d like him, he was talking about how he loves chemistry. He-”

“Who else did you tell?” Peter interrupts your excited ramble. His tone is cold now. There’s no trace of a smile on his face. 

“What? I haven’t told anyone else. I just told you, and I wasn’t go-”

“Did he say it was okay to tell people that information? Maybe it’s important that no one knows that.” He is angry with you, and you feel like you have whiplash from the fast change of mood.

You falter. “Well, he told me not to tell anyone, but you’re my best friend and I-”

“What if I weren’t, though? What if I left here and told everyone in homeroom? You shouldn’t share those kinds of things, Y/N.” 

You open your mouth to speak, but he grabs his tray and stands up. 

“Peter, wait, please stay. What’s the matter? I swear I wasn’t going to tell anyone else.” Peter doesn’t wait to hear what you have to say because he walks away.

+

It’s dark outside. You grip the small bouquet of flowers in your hand. It rained this morning, so puddles are littering the sidewalk. The streets are pretty empty. You’re on your way to Peter’s apartment. He hasn’t been returning your calls or texts since lunch today.

Your knuckles tap against the red door that’s so familiar to you. You’re hoping Peter is at home. You can pretend the flowers are for May if he isn’t. 

May isn’t the one who answers the door, it’s Peter. He tries not to show any emotion when he sees you, but you can tell he’s still angry. “I brought you flowers as an apology. I don’t even know if you like flowers.”

“Thank you for the flowers.” He takes them from your extended hand. The air feels thick, and it’s very awkward.

“Can I come in? Can we talk about earlier?” You hope he’ll let you in, but he hesitates. “Please, Peter. I never meant to upset you.”

Peter turns on his heel and walks back to his bedroom, but he leaves the front door open, so you quickly try to catch up. Peter invites you to sit next to him on his bed, and that’s the only part of this that feels normal. 

“I know I upset you because I told you something that I should’ve kept to myself, but I only told you because I trust you with anything. My life, even, Peter. I wasn’t ever going to tell anyone else. I thought you’d be as excited as I was.”

“Well, I’m not. You can’t do that.” 

“Yeah I get it, I shouldn’t have. It’s not like I have Spider-Man on speed dial and can apologize. He’ll never know if neither of us says anything to anyone else. Is that what you’re worried about? Do you think he’ll like… come after us or something?” You duck your head so you can look at Peter’s face that he’s hiding by looking down at his lap. 

“No. No, I know he wouldn’t do that. I was just trying to get you to see it’s not a trustworthy thing to do. He said no one should know, and you told someone anyway.” The anger is back in his voice, and you’re confused again. 

“What does it matter to Spider-Man if I’m trustworthy? You know I am, we’re best friends. I told you because I trust you. It doesn’t even involve your trust being betrayed, so why do you care?” You throw your hands up because now you’re angry. He’s going to continue to make you feel like a shit friend for saying anything.

“Yes it does, Y/N! It does involve me.” Peter stands up as he raises his voice. You look up at him, your mouth is slightly parted in shock. He’s furious.

“How, Peter? All I did was tell you. Unless you know Spider-Man personally, sit down and calm down.” 

“I am Spider-Man, Y/N. That’s why I’m upset. I told you to keep it to yourself, and you didn’t. What if I wasn’t Spider-Man? What if I was just Peter Parker and I decided to tell someone? We’d have news vans and reporters outside of the school all the time. Parents that don’t like the idea of Spider-Man would stop sending their kids to school! People would be afraid, even though I’m trying to help, and they would need to be because then the school is a target. All of it fucking matters, Y/N.”

You’re silent because you’re not sure how to respond. Peter is Spider-Man? Your best friend, has been Spider-Man this whole time? It feels like your brain is stuttering. Peter’s chest is heaving with deep breaths, but he sits back down. His eyes are red, and he’s crying.

“So yeah, it does involve me. I asked you not to tell anyone, and you did it anyway. You know how that feels? To hear your best friend that you trusted more than anyone else betrays that? It hurts. I can’t help but question everything.” His voice cracks as he admits he’s hurting, and now you’re hurting too.

“Peter, I’m so sorry. I really messed up.” You pause for a minute and try to think of something to say, but you can’t. “I can’t say anything that will make it better because I broke the trust. I understand that. Even if I explain a million times, it was an accident. I’m sorry, Peter. I’m going to go.” 

You feel defeated, heartbroken, and hopeless. But you did this. It’s your fault. You turn once you get to his bedroom door. He’s already looking at you. 

“Just know that your secret will always be safe with me.” Your voice cracks. Maybe a little part of you hoped he’d stop you from walking out the door, but he doesn’t. Peter doesn’t even say anything else. He lets you leave.

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Gorgeous

Tom takes his shy girlfriend to the Premiere for FFH.

Request: hey! could u please write some headcanons/blurb/whatever about tom x shy!reader? like how much he loves when she is blushing (she blushes all the time) or she rambles about things she likes, or how she is always listening to people when they talk. i’ve been feeling quite self-concious, so i think this could perhaps help me out :( thank u sm in advance

A/n: This is such a cute idea. I know I can definitely relate. I hope this helps you, anon. 

10/10 didn’t proof read this, hope it all makes sense.

     Tom had asked you to be his date to the permiere for Far From Home. You wanted to say yes and be excited, but you were super nervous about the cameras and all the people that were going to be there. You told him you would think about it, secretly plotting to forget about it until last minute and not be able to go. Tom wouldn’t let you forget, though.

     “Y/n, what did you decide about the premiere?” He asked you, sitting at the kitchen table with you.

     “Oh, um,” you started. You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t want to tell Tom you didn’t want to go, but you also didn’t want to tell him you were nervous about going. “I don’t know yet.”

      “Baby, you should come. It’ll be so much fun,” Tom tried to sway you into going. “You know that if you don’t go you’ll look back at pictures and wish you were there. It always happens.”

     Tom had a point. You were shy and while you were okay with that, you weren’t all that excited about how it makes you regret not going to events because of your shy habits. You decided, in that moment, that you would swallow your pride, swallow the shy guy in your conscience and go. No backing out.

     “Okay, I’ll go to the premiere with you,” you told Tom making his face light up.

     “Yes! It’s going to be so fun, I promise,” Tom started going on. He had always wanted to walk the carpet with you, and he couldn’t wait for the day to come. “You’re going to have the most gorgeous dress, any one you want, and we can get you a hair and makeup team so you don’t have to worry about that,” Tom continued as you listened to every word that came out of his mouth, watching his excitement. It made you so happy that he was happy.

     Two weeks later, you were out shopping for a dress at the finest dress shop in London. You tried on multiple dresses, showing Tom each one. Being the sweet guy he is, he didn’t have the heart to tell you he didn’t like one or one was better than the other. After trying on what felt like the whole store you picked out one that you had missed. You skipped over it because it looked weird on the hanger, but you felt it was at least worth giving a shot.

     You slipped the dress on and opened the door. You saw Tom’s head look up from his phone, eyes huge and jaw slack. You looked in the mirror and saw yourself clad in a black a-line dress with white beaded sleeves that carried on down the sides. Simple yet gorgeous, you were glad you tried it on afterall. You looked at Tom who had still yet to say anything.

     “So...” you asked softly, not sure whether to take his silence as agood thing or a bad thing. You ran your hands down the length of the fabric, noting how soft and comfortable it feels.

     “I- um,” he struggled to find words. “I’m honestly speechless.” He walked up to you to take a closer look, holding your hand over your head and spinning you around. “You look absolutely stunning in this dress.”

      You blushed at his reaction, “then I guess this is the one we should get?” You not your lip as you asked, hoping he’d say yes. He brought his hand up to your cheek coaxing you lip out from between your teeth.

     “We’re definitely getting this dress,” he said as he bent down to kiss you. You smiled up to him before asking him to take a picture of you in the dress. He took a front and back shot as well as sides. You returned to the dressing room to take it off.

     Another two weeks later and it was the night of the premiere. Just like he promised, Tom had gotten in touch with some ladies to come by and do your hair and makeup for you. They gave you a subtle eyeshadow look with a classic, bold red lip. They did your hair into braided buns on top of your head with single strands left to frame your face. You slipped the dress on and the girls helped you pick some jewelry. Because the dress was long sleeve and high neck, you didn’t want to add any necklaces or bracelets, fearing you would make it look weird. You settled on wearing a bold pair of earrings. They were big and noticeable, and you loved them.

     You heard a knock on your door, and you shouted at them to come in. It was Tom, all suited up and ready to go, except for one thing.

     “Could you help me with my tie, darling?” You nodded your head and walked to where he stood. You took the fabric from his hands and wrapped it around his neck beginning to tie it. He watched you the entire time. “You are so perfect, you know that?” He said suddenly.

     You looked up at him. “Oh, no I’m just... me,” you started to say back. You finished his tie right as you heard another knock- Harrison popping in to say it’s time to go. You took a quick second to take in what Tom was wearing; he had a black tuxedo with a black button down underneath it and a white tie with a few beads on it to match your dress. You slightly blushed as you realized he had planned to coordinate and match your outfits. It was such a simple thing that made a huge impact on you. You loved him so much.

     “Alright, Love. You ready?” He asked offering his arm to you. Your blush still on your face as you took his arm and walked to the car. You hoped your makeup did good enough to hide the red cheeks you were sporting.

     Once you made it to the event, Tom stepped out of the car first causing the crowd to erupt in screams. He turned back toward the car door and held his hand out for you. You slipped your hand in his and he gently helped up out of the car. You walked like that until you approached the first picture station. Someone told you to wait a second so they could get a couple shots of Tom on his own before they got shots of you together. You were happy to step down for a while.

     It was very intimidating, hearing people yelling from every direction, seeing the camera flashes, the photographers demanding you do specific poses. Not long afterwards, Tom turned and held his arm out for you to join him. You walked over to where he was as he wrapped his arm around your waist. You had one had around his back and one on your hip. You took multiple photos before it was time to walk off.

     “That was stressful,” You said looking at Tom.

     “Yeah, that’s the worst part of it,” he told you. “It’s done now, though. You alright?”

     “I’m good, I just didn’t expect it to be that hectic.”

     “Sorry, I should’ve prepared you beforehand,” he said giving a quick peck to your head.

     “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

     You walked to the place they started doing interviews. You stood with his publicist as he talked to the interviewer. As you were waiting on him, you saw Robert Downey Jr. headed straight for you. You silently freaked out and tried to prepare yourself to talk to him.

     “Hey, you’re y/n, right?” He asked you, one hand on your arm.

     “Yes, sir,” you said. You didn’t know if you were suppose to call him sir or not but manners before all else?

     “How are you? You look amazing tonight,” he continued to talk to you. You began to blush hearing such a compliment from RDJ. You felt a hand on your lower back as Tom came back to you.

     “What, I leave for two minutes and you go making my girl blush?” He said jokingly which only intensified the blush on your cheeks.

     “What can I say, kid? I’m a charmer,” he joked back as he shot you a teasing wink. He looked back as someone began to shout his name, “I’ve got go. It’s was lovely meeting you, y/n.” He departed with a hug. You looked toward Tom to notice he was already looking at you.

     “You know you’re so cute when you blush,” he told you. You rolled your eyes and blushed again. “Yeah, I’m gonna keep complimenting you so I can see that gorgeous look on your face when you blush- I love it so much,” Tom kept going.

     “Oh my gosh, would you stop,” you said with a laugh. You looked around the place making sure no one was watching you- and thankfully they weren’t.

     “Thank you for coming with me tonight,” he told you seriously. “I know I should probably wait until we leave to say it, but it means so much to have here, by my side doing this. I love you.”

     “I love you, too, Tom,” you told him as you lifted your mouth to his.

     “Right, how about we go get our seats to watch the film?” He asked and you nodded your head. Once inside you picked out a row of seats that were pretty high and close to the middle. Tom checked his watch and told you there was about 10 minutes to kill before they started everything.

     “Did you have a nice time on the carpet?” He asked you.

     “Yeah, it wasn’t nearly as bad as I had expected.”

     “What were the best and worst parts, would you say?”

     “I didn’t like all the shouting from the camera dudes, but I loved watching you in your element. I feel like I never get to see a working Tom Holland so that was pretty cool.” Tom looked in surprise, not expecting to hear that. He put his hand on your thigh and rubbed his thumb comfortingly as you conversed softly. You were interrupted by Jake Gyllenhaal as he scooted past you with a bucket of popcorn.

     “‘Scuse me,” he said. “Oh, hey, pretty. Come here often?” He joked as he saw you.

     “Come on, man,” Tom said. “You can’t just hit on my girl in front of me like that.”

     “Don’t worry, Tom. You’re still the only ten-I-see,” he said making you laugh even more. “Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to sit in the corner by myself so I can cry when I get defeated by Tom Holland.” He walked away leaving you and Tom alone again.

     “That’s what I deal with at work, every day,” Tom told you.

     “Yeah, I change my mind. That was my favorite part about tonight.”

[lonelwhy]

My thoughts on Netflix’s ‘Élite’

(Aka a sleepy review/ramble I wrote instead of sleeping, october 2019)

(SPOILERS AHEAD)

I’d been searching for Spanish things to watch for a while, and then one time I stumbled upon Elite… I read “Spanish”, “LGBTQ” and “Teen Drama”… Let’s just say I like two of those things.

•Alright, the first thing that came to my mind is the times when one of the girls would slap one of the guys after he said something mean/stupid/hurtful. I think it happened three times with different characters every time? I just really disliked how it was never even talked about… It’s not okay to just slap someone when you feel like it. Of course, what the guys said (don’t remember exactly what) wasn’t okay either, but at least that was more acknowledged? Through the girls reacting? When a guy got slapped I think in all of the scenes, it just cut right after. Idk. Don’t slap people.

•One of the best scenes imo was in season 1 when Carla, Christian and Polo just kinda said fekk you to their mothers and all the stupid rules and ran away and they all kissed fbtntbrjjr it was just so beautiful, I even showed it to my mom.

•Another great one is when Nadia stood up to her father, also in season 1 I think, and said that if she’s going to stay at the school then she’s going to do it without his conditions (not being allowed to talk to Guzmán). I thought, great, character development and all that, my favorite thing!! The big problem is just that after that she didn’t develope and just kept on as if that conversation didn’t happen. She avoids Guzmán, saying she also “made sacrifices” etc. ): Maybe I just forgot half of it and this is all wrong, maybe. I hope so.

•Similarly, this happens to Guzmán. Boy he got some learning to do when it comes to handling emotions… as soon as something’s bad he turns all of it into anger. I like this type of character, he is problematic as heck. He reminds me of our beloved (and hated) Nathan Prescott from Life is Strange. Rich, arrogant, thinks he owns the place, got a shitty father, and is angry AF.

Now I hoped that Guzmán would get a chance to better himself… Kinda like Steve in Stranger Things? …And I think Guzmán did get a little better, maybe… Gosh im getting way to tired for this. Anyways, he backlashes all the time and it bothers me but i think he and Nadia really could learn a little from each other. U know, theycould exchange some of that arrogance&”doing whatever i feel like”-attitude VS thinking before acting and understanding what everything means… it would even it out for both and make them better people.

•please stop too many sex scenes they all look the same and gives people a problematic view of what sex is

•Ander cmon man u know the rules. Clean conscience > lying, “protecting” the hard truth! Why is everyone lying everywhere? And about the worst stuff too? Did no one ever teach them anything about doing the better things rather than the bad ones? ):

•also, Anders bf (also Nadias brother) i don’t remember his name now, he is great i feel HE eventually stood up to the dad and now he is living his truth, drag queen and ugly hawaii shirt thingy. Gotta love that guy.

•hmmm yeah yEAH riiiight and i think i got a lowkey crush on Lu… even though shes so annoying with all the crap she does, sometimes u see that facade breaking down n she is hurting. HEY HEY again, this is a GREAT opportunity for character development! Lu could become so awesome with some good guidence like… shit, i feel like she chould turn around completely and become the kindest, most sincere person ever?

•i liked when samus brother showed up like “DUDE i loved your daughter i kept this piece of paper now you know im not the killer, alright thats all, im off, probably in italy eating peaches n stuff”

•season 2 finale was set up good i think, though i don’t really care for the crime stuff.

•probably forgot some things but yeah thanks for teaching me some Spanish and good soundtrack

[daddy-socrates]

Simone de Beauvoir, Being and Time, Kirkegaard!

hello !! wow an ask, thanks !!

de Beauvoir: Do you feel like you’re living life according to your conscience? - largely, i want to say, yes. i try to stay updated on current events and share information whenever i can, but i absolutely fall short of what expectations i hold for myself and hopes i hold for others, specifically in regard to like monetary resources. i don’t yet have a stable income for myself so i still live with my parents, so i 1. feel like a drain on them and 2. dont support all the human rights causes or individual fundraisers that i want to and i feel deeply hypocritical over that but overall i think that doing one’s best and looking to improve where one can is super important !!

Being and Time: What’s your favorite pastime? - i’m lowkey writing the vampire novel i’ve wanted since i was 9 years old, and i don’t get into it very often since i’m not in class working on it, but !! i could talk for HOOOOOURS about where it’s going and als;kdfj;fsa i love my main character very much and one of the secondary-mains was based off someone i know who is going to be ordained in just a few weeks i’m so excited for him !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kirkegaard: Are you religious? - yes. i’m lutheran and someone sent an ask a few months ago abt religious opinions so i rambled on for a while on that post, but basically, i’m not gonna be like “ur wrong and dumb if u dont believe in jesus” because like.................................. that’s stupid everyone has their own beliefs. that said, however, my religion has always been a very big part of my life and i spent most of college trying to push it away because it’s not Cool among the Campus Gays to ever Approve of Christians, and basically long story short i “broke up” with my best friend and spent a ton of time drinking about it and came to the conclusion that my faith is actually really important to me. tbh....... i’m literally looking at a local seminary lol. i want to teach in a non-religious capacity first bc i feel like i can do the most good for the world by being a teacher. that’s playing to my strengths, fr fr. but in the future i think i would really like to become a deacon or something. a lady at the church i interned for last summer does a lot of really amazing outreach, activism, education, interfaith, intercultural, art, childcare, and more programs. that’s what i want to see more in the Church! (capital C being the Church at large, not just a single church building)

thanks for asking and have a spectacular night !!

[prohaus]

30+

A challenge that had been dead a long time ago 

and I don’t have a diverse playlist. But here we go!

1.      A song you like with a color in the title Black Balloons Reprise – Flying Lotus, Denzel Curry

My favourite performance from Curry and production from Lotus. “Life is the ugliest bitch I ever messed with But she quick to down that nut back like Nesquik”

2.      A song you like with a number in the title A Tale of 2 Citiez – J. Cole

“Anybody is a killer, all you gotta do is push 'em to the limits”. Now give me the watch.

3.      A song that reminds you of summertime Sangria Wine – Pharrell Williams, Camilla Cabello

Cmon, it’s Pharell. “Let's float around like the fruit at the top”

4.      A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about Somebody Else – VERITE

“I'm looking through you while you're looking through your phone and leaving with somebody else”

5.      A song that needs to be played LOUD m.A.A.d city – Kendrick Lama, MC Eiht

“This is not a rap on how I'm slingin' crack or move cocaine”. YAWK YAWK YAWK YAWK

6.      A song that makes you want to dance Man Don’t Dance – Big Shaq

Dance, no. Rambling while also pointing my finger in the air, yes.

7.      A song to drive to Easy – Mac Ayres

Probably a bad idea, since im get lost in music a lot, one of the reasons why I got my first accident because I was freestyling while I was riding my bike.

“I can say that loving you is easy. I don't need to prove a single thing”

8.      A song about drugs or alcohol Swimming Pools – Kendrick Lamar

Well, there is a lot…

“I am your conscience, if you do not hear me. Then you will be history, Kendrick. I know that you're nauseous right now”

9.      A song that makes you happy Scars to Your Beautiful – Alessia Cara

“But there's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark. You should know you're beautiful just the way you are”

Me beautiful :3

10.  A song that makes you sad See You Again – Tyler, The Creator, Kali Uchis

“I can only see your face when I close my eyes. Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever?”

11.  A song that you never get tired of Wesley’s Theory – Kendrick Lamar

I never get tired of this opening track, it’s really cool for me. Hell, I never get tired playing this album (TPAB) from front to back no skip.

“At first, I did love you. But now I just wanna fuck. Late nights thinkin' of you. Until I get my nut”

12.  A song from your preteen years Dangdut Is The Music of My Country – Project Pop

The first record that I (with my parents) bought wkwk.

“Semua orang macam diciptakan. Cakep atau jelek semua punya perasaan”

13.  One of your favorite 70’s songs Hotel California – Eagles

“Welcome to the Hotel California. Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place). Such a lovely face”

14.  A song that you would be loved played at your wedding Off Deez – JID, J. Cole

“Get off my dick, get off my dick. 40 my hip, loadin' my clip. Cannabis, cannabis, roll up my spliff”

Just kidding, it’s probably:

Say My Name – NIKI

“Soon as we get into the room. I know just what you like, just what to do”

15.  A song that is a cover by another artist Take On Me – Weezer

Cmon it’s “take on me”.

16.  One of your favorite classical songs Ain’t That A Kick In The Head – Dean Martin

Thanks Fallout New Vegas.

“The room was completely black. I hugged her and she hugged back”

17.  A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke Funky Sundays - AdhesiveWombat

18.  A song from the year that you were born Changes – Tupac Shakur, Talent

A posthumous release by the classic legend.

“First ship 'em dope and let 'em deal to brothers. Give 'em guns, step back, watch 'em kill each other. "It's time to fight back," that's what Huey said. Two shots in the dark, now Huey's dead. I got love for my brother. But we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other”

19.  A song that makes you think about life Sing About Me, I’m Dying of Thirst – Kendrick Lamar

From the beats to the lyrics, it’s just beautiful. “Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big. And if I die before your album drop, I hope …”

20.  A song that has many meanings to you What Can We Do – Anderson .Paak, Nate Dogg

Probably one of the coolest production by Paak. But sure hell, this song makes me cry. Thanks Nate Dogg. “It's the rap singer, the hook master”

21.  A favorite song with a person’s name in the title CLOUT COBAIN – Denzel Curry

Another side of Mr. Curry. “I just wanna feel myself, you want me to kill myself. Man, I been on my own, Lord, I'ma need some help”

22.  A song that moves you forward Till I Collapse – Eminem, Nate Dogg

Since high school, this is my jam whenever I feel down, hell even when I was brokenhearted. “You bizzles forgot, Slizzle does not give a fuck”

23.  A song that you think everybody should listen to u – Kendrick Lamar

Just listen. No Skip.

“Loving you is complicated, loving you is complicated. I place blame on you still, place shame on you still. Feel like you ain't shit, feel like you don't feel”

24.  A song by a band you wish was still together So Fresh, So Clean – OutKast

This is not a band, but I hope they still make stuff together. “Those huge baby eyes, get to runnin' off at they mouth. And tellin' me everything that's on your nasty mind”

25.  A song by an artist no longer living 2009 – Mac Miller

…

“And sometimes, sometimes I wish I took a simpler route. Instead of havin' demons that's as big as my house, mhmm”

26.  A song that makes you want to fall in love Vintage – NIKI

My favourite from Ms. Zefanya. “Wait a minute, my head's a mess. Please don't tell me you like my dress. Why am I wishin' we were wearing less?”

27.  A song that breaks your heart Let Her Go -  6LACK

“It's a shame, how could I be runnin' games?. After all the trials, after everythin'. Wedding ring, I can change your last name. But I can't let 'em get my baby outta pain”

28.  A song by an artist with a voice that you love G.O.M.D – J. Cole (Live Version)

I am part of the people that overrate Mr. Cole…

“So every day I thank the man upstairs. That I ain't you and you ain't me. Get off my dick, whoa”

29.  A song that you remember from your childhood Not Afraid – Eminem

It’s one of the first hip-hop song that I know, and from that day I know Marshall is on of the G.O.A.T, despite this is not his best record.

“Forget the Earth, he's got the urge to pull his dick from the dirt. And fuck the whole universe”

30.  A song that reminds you of yourself RICKY – Denzel Curry

A song about family, that without their advice and support, I am nothing. “My daddy said, "Trust no man but your brothers. And never leave your day ones in the gutter". My daddy said, "Treat young girls like your mother". My mama said, "Trust no ho, use a rubber"

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Nice nice, only 5 out of 30 are from K-Dot.

Here:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1UqXxXH4qWkgXc2KggPirv

[writer-and-artist27]

Swing of a Tail, and a Miss?

This is actually a story that’s been sitting in my notes a while for S&S, and with an Organic Chemistry midterm hanging over my head tomorrow morning, I’ve been needing to get away. Note that the original version of this was written back in the summer of 2017, so it’s old and I had to revise some things. Hence a certain Tailed Beast not sounding fully himself in my opinion. Early writing, go.

Not to mention, I remember sending the first draft of this to Lang about it a long time ago, and she liked it enough then. And, well, the actual story’s still in its early set-up stages, so this scene will see changes later. For now, writing shared! Answering this anon from so long ago. Because it helps keeping me out of the Sulking Corner otherwise with a temptation to cry from frustration.

For once, I was the one who brought up the idea.

“Hey, Kei-chan? Is it okay if I could try talking to Isobu-san?”

My best friend was in the middle of drinking her tea (courtesy of Mama, who gave it to us earlier before we slipped into my room for the usual canon-debunking/life catch-up), so I wasn’t fully shocked at her near-spit take at my words. Thankfully, she didn’t choke or spit out her tea, but ended up coughing into her hand anyways as her cup found its way back onto the table.

“Wh-What?” she breathed, tone clearly showing her disbelief. “T-Tomo, do you even realize what you’re fucking asking?”

“…Yes,” I said after a small beat, blinking. Then I raised my pointer finger in the air for the sake of… well, making my point. No pun intended. “I was hoping to try talking to Isobu-san. The Three-Tails?”

Kei stared at me as if I had grown a second head.

Then again, with Hisako…

“I heard you the first time,” Kei then deadpanned, shaking her head. “But Tomo. Tomo.” Kei ducked her head down, no longer meeting my eyes. “This is a Tailed Beast we’re talking about, y’know. I already ‘kinda’ got in trouble with someone about his presence,” emphasized with heavy air quotations, “even when I thought I could handle it, and they were actual ninja. You’re…”

“A civilian who looks like she can’t handle herself for shit?” I filled in adequately.

Kei averted her eyes again, this time glancing to the side and focusing on my closet. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to.

I found myself sighing. “I know, I know, weak blow.”

“Towards you, yeah,” Kei added quietly.

Even with that, I still found myself smiling. “But I still want to go anyways.”

Kei raised her head to look at me with another strange face. I was honestly grateful for the fact that it didn’t look zombie-like. “Tomo, are you serious? I’m not sure if he’ll listen to you.”

“Even so,” I nodded my head, clenching my hands a bit tighter in my lap. “I want to try talking to him. There’s something I feel like he needs to know anyways. Especially since he is an integral part of you now. Considering all the shit the Tailed Beasts have gone through in history, I feel like that he deserves to know what I have to say at least.”

Kei inclined her head at me with confusion now. “Question. You’re not going to start rambling when you see him, right?”

“No promises,” I said immediately. “It’s all from the heart.”

Kei proceeded to facepalm.

“…And here I thought Mom’s meditation would’ve stuck,” she mumbled.

I shrugged. “Eh. Even with control, I’m an open book. That’s not going to change for quite a while. Sue me.”

Kei removed her hand from her face as she started to chuckle. “Okay, okay, you got me, you goofball. But don’t be too open, Tomo, okay? This is a Tailed Beast we’re talking about here. And if Isobu even opens his mouth to eat you, I’m pulling you out. Simple as that.”

If not that, then I’m doing it before she can. Hisako added hotly. After everything that’s gone down, you’re not dying again on my watch, honey.

“Crystal clear on that, ma’am,” I answered to them both.

Hisako hummed in approval as Kei lurched back, frowning. “Don’t call me ‘ma’am,’” she said slowly, before going through some quick hand-seals. “And try not to scream.”

“Why would you say that—” I didn’t have time to finish that sentence before Kei put her right hand on my head and my vision warped.

The first thing I noticed when the bright lights cleared was that we were in a mental world. More specifically, Kei’s mental world.

And…

“Why is it so wet in here?” I found myself commentating.

No matter where I looked, I was ankle-deep in what appeared to be a towering, overarching ocean. Unlike my own mindscape, where Hisako and I had constructed our own mental library to hold memories and so on in the form of books, there was barely anything to this world, only having an expanding blue sky above our heads and ocean covering our feet.

At least the constants that carried over from my mental world was my appearance and Hisako’s presence. When looking down at myself, I was still wearing the same moving galaxy-patterned kimono dress, with white stockings and geta sandals hidden by the waves lapping at my ankles. Along with the orange hair ribbon at my left hair strand (from an outsider’s point of view when looking at me anyways), this seemed about right.

Hisako, on the other hand…

“Huh. So apparently I float in here. Good to know.”

I turned to my left at the sound of her voice, just to nearly jump at seeing my other self there, floating as she said she was. With her sneaker-covered feet hovering at least an inch or two above the ocean that we were in, it was a change from her usual appearance. Aside from that, everything else was the same—purple blouse, jeans, long brown hair, and circular blue-green glasses.

My Nobody had essentially become a modern-looking Genie with the levitating trick.

“Hello, Tomoko-chan.” Hisako hummed when meeting my eyes, crossing her arms behind her head. “Hope you don’t regret this.”

“Not planning on it,” I said flatly. Then it was looking around. With the ocean and sky, where was—

“It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you wear that,” Kei answered mildly from over my shoulder.

“Wah!” I tried not to scream more than that, and turned around to see my best friend donning the same attire from before, only lacking the glasses I saw her in the last time we were sharing minds. White-purple hoodie, shinobi pants, and all. The only other thing I think she was missing was her hitai-ite. “Oh,” I said, taking a breath, “Hi, Kei-chan.”

“Yo,” she said with the same mild tone. Her black eyes then darted over to Hisako’s direction. “Hi, Hisako-san.”

“Hello, Kei,” Hisako answered, warm smile on her face. “I’m guessing you’ve been comfy?”

“…Kind of,” Kei hesitated before motioning with her arm behind her. “And he’s here.”

I only had a moment to process what she said before the water underneath us rippled. Then, a voice shook the whole landscape to where I nearly felt my hair stand on end.

“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?” were the apparent first words of the large turtle known as Isobu.

Back when I was Vy, the only Tailed Beast I was familiar with in terms of appearance was Kurama. And since he was the Nine-Tailed Fox, that said enough. But for Isobu? Oh man, I was seriously wondering how my past self missed this guy, because…

“Did anyone tell you you look completely scary, but awesome and handsome at the same time, Isobu-san?” was the first thing that left my lips.

A long pause followed. Along with the faint chirp of crickets.

Hey, blame a girl for being honest. Seeing a large turtle sit in front of me like this, spiked tails swishing in the air, I found it all rather cute. And handsome.

The one large red-yellow rimmed eye focused on me with almost pinpoint accuracy before widening.

“…What?” he rumbled finally.

Kei looked at me as if I had grown a third head. Woo. “Tomo?!” she freaked.

Heat flooded my face almost instantly as I could hear Hisako facepalm. “Tomoko-chan…”

“U-Uh, I’m sorry about that, I didn’t mean to be rude!” Out of habit, I found myself bowing my head in Isobu’s direction. “Um, I’m Hoshino Tomoko, Kei’s friend and civilian pianist. It’s very nice to meet you, Isobu-san.”

The Three Tails then proceeded to answer with a surprisingly quiet, “Human. How do you know my name? And who is that girl next to you?”

“Um, excuse me,” Hisako proceeded to cut in, sounding very much offended. “I’m an adult, thank you very much. And I’m Hisako. Call me Tomoko-chan’s conscience when she doesn’t have one.”

“Hey!” I flailed. Hisako, you’re not helping! 

Screw that shit, Hisako commented bitingly, I’m not a kid!

Kei was now glancing between all three of us as if we had gone nuts.

I then coughed into my hand to get my composure back before looking back up at the turtle. “…Well, Isobu-san, I’m just like Kei. I know your name from past memories. That’s how.”

The same large eye widened again, almost big enough to where I could see myself reflected in it. “Explain,” he then demanded eloquently. “NOW.”

“Hey, you don’t have to be so rude about it—” I made sure to raise a hand up for Hisako to stop her potential rant, only for my other self to look at me with clear confusion and disbelief. “Tomoko-chan—”

“Hisako, please,” I said quietly. “Just let me do this.” It was only when Hisako nodded that I looked at Kei, meeting her rather panicked eyes with a smile. “You too, Kei-chan.”

The ninja seemed to be caught between shaking her head and just sitting there like a gaping fish before closing her mouth and nodding curtly.

“WELL?!” Isobu promptly demanded, tails swinging to where I could feel myself and the world around us shake. “Talk, as you humans like to do!”

Nonetheless, I took a step forward to bow my head. At least, as far as I could without doing seiza, since doing that in the water probably wouldn’t make for a better first impression. “First up, Isobu-san, I’m sorry. On the behalf of all those who hurt you in the past, I wanted to tell you, ‘I’m sorry.’”

The same three spiked tails swished in the air again, a little less irritated this time. I took it as my signal to continue.

“I know, this must sound weird and probably foolish to hear from a little girl you just met, especially since I’m probably invading a lot of personal territory by saying your name alone, which I also apologize for,” I made sure to bow my head lower for the sake of proving my point, “but I felt like I needed to say that. The apology, I mean. Especially since…” I trailed off, holding back any sign of hesitation via gulping my saliva. Then, I made sure to look up and stare into that same eye while speaking aloud. “Especially since no other human aside from the Sage of Six Paths treated you with the same respect otherwise, Three-Tails-san.”

The red-yellow eye widened even more as silence greeted me.

I didn’t miss how Hisako and Kei looked at each other behind me with wide eyes and small whimpers that sounded a lot like worries I knew from another life.

Then, Isobu replied with a quiet, “You know. You know of the Sage and…” His tails waved in the air, a bit more softly this time, as though placated. Curious even, if I could say that much. “Your chakra functions almost like…”

“Almost like his?” I answered with the same quiet tone.

“Yes,” Isobu finished gently. “The first form of chakra, ninshu. You…you, a little girl, know how to use it?”

If I didn’t know any better, it was as if the large turtle sounded like a small child, having just wandered out of their corner asking for their parents.

“…Yes,” I said finally. “I do. I don’t know how, but I do. And it’s with that in mind that I wanted to apologize. Since I’m not sure how I’m doing it, and I can’t speak for other humans who have long lost that knowledge already. Nor can I speak for why people have hurt you and your siblings for so long.”

The large turtle for once went completely silent, not even growling, instead simply staring at me with that large red-yellow eye.

Is he…Is he listening to me?

I slowly got to my feet while still keeping eye contact with him, pushing the thought to the side. “But still. Humanity thus far has failed in achieving the Sage’s original dream of understanding one another through chakra. Ninshu was lost in exchange for ninjutsu, and I can’t apologize enough for how much pain it put you and the other Tailed Beasts through. Nor can I guarantee that things will get better.” I took a breath before bowing my head again. “So, on the behalf of all humanity, I’m sorry.”

“…” Isobu blinked that large eye at me before raising his head towards the sky. The last thing I was expecting then was for him to roar.

It wasn’t even a threatening roar, despite how the volume shook the entire mindscape. And the presence of the two others in the world with me.

If I had to make a comparison, it was as if…

It was as if Isobu-san was crying out. To who, I wasn’t sure.

To the Sage? To his siblings? I didn’t know.

“…Leave,” he said finally, glancing at me once the sound faded into the air. “Go. Now.”

I only had to look at Kei once before my vision warped again.

The next thing I knew, we were back in my room again, and Kei was staring at me in a mix of awe and shock.

“Tomo, we have a lot to talk about,” she said finally, scooting over so that she could wrap an arm around my shoulders in a half-hug. “Because that was…”

“A thing?” I finished sheepishly, shrugging with a small smile.

Most definitely a huge thing, dear.

“A lot more progress than I ever did,” Kei answered instead, grinning softly. “So, should I start, or you?”

“Either or,” I said, leaning against her shoulder with a long sigh. Who knew that saying all that could take so much out of you? “We have a lot of time.”

A lot of time to hopefully fix things. My mind finished.

[your-iron-lung]

No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross 9

aka ‘Buried in Water’; available to read on A03 HERE

Story Synopsis:  Some weird low-key occult parties start popping up that Steve can’t in good conscience ignore and takes it upon himself to investigate. Billy gets caught up in the consequences of his meddling, and isn’t it funny? For all the strange things the Upside Down has thrown his way, it’s werewolves that Steve has trouble accepting exist.

Chapter Word Count: 5197

Pairings: Eventual Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington

Genre: Supernatural/Drama/Horror-ish

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Next Chapter: 10

Notes: bit of a shorter chapter here lads, but i want the next chapppie to be ENTIRELY FOCUSED on whats gonna happen next  bc buddies. pals. friends and amigos. its gonna be real gud. 

i hope none of u reading have that fear of looking out of a window in the dead of night only to find something standing there staring back in at you :^) youll see ;)

'Liminal' was not a word that existed within Steve's lexicon, but even so, it was the word that best fit how he felt sitting there in Billy Hargrove's curiously empty home, watching him pace the floor in front of him. He was talking, speaking energetically, but Steve wasn't listening; he was finding it hard to focus, too distracted by the revelation of werewolves to actually comprehend what he was being told. It was like his brain had gone numb, blanketing his mind in indifference as he studied the bandages covering the invisible wounds over his hand.

"-I don't know anyone in this hick town, so I'm going to need you to-"

A monster, Billy had said. Another goddamned monster running around loose in Hawkins, terrorizing the youth because why the hell not? They might as well change the slogan of the towns 'now entering' sign to read, 'Welcome to Hawkins: Monster Capital of the U-nited States'.

Billy kept talking, but his words continued to fall on selectively deafened ears as Steve wondered about who he ought to tell. Who the hell would even believe him? The kids, probably; Dustin definitely. But would they be enough to help him? And then, what were they meant to help him with? Exterminating Billy Hargrove? While he was certain they'd jump to arms for a chance to eradicate him, this wasn't a monster problem he felt could be solved by bludgeoning it to death like the last two had.

"-I don't know anything about this shit, but, I think that'll be enough."

"What-" Steve spoke slowly, brow furrowed as he tried to bring himself out of the introspective daze he'd worked himself into. He shook his head a little bit and ran a hand through his hair. "Sorry, what'd you say?"

Billy had stopped pacing and was waiting to hear the feedback on whatever idea he'd come up with in the time that Steve had been spacing out. A cigarette was hanging limply out of his mouth, smoke filtering through his lips. "Have you not been listening to a goddamned thing I've been saying?" he growled, frowning sharply when he realized Steve really hadn't. "Before we do anything, I said we need proof."

"Proof…? Proof of what?"

"Holy shit, what the hell are you being so damn spacey for?

"I said I don't know anything about werewolves except for what that b-movie showed me, and even then, how much of that is based on fact? It's just a fucking movie. Maybe this healing of my arm is enough proof that it was something supernatural, but what if that's just like, I don't know, a side-effect of being bitten?" He began pacing again, rambling as he walked back and forth in front of the small couch Steve was sitting uncomfortably on. He smoked the cigarette down to the filter but kept sucking on the butt end, focused entirely on finishing his thought. "Maybe it ends there, and I'm not actually infected or cursed or whatever. Maybe this is all that'll happen with me, but maybe there'll be more. I don't know anything about this, and from the look on your face you know about as much as I do, which is jack shit."

"So, research," Steve said. The idea that he was sitting in on a lecture made him want to laugh; no wonder he'd spaced out so hard earlier. "You want to do research? Go down to the library and have ourselves a good old fashioned study session?"

"Fuck research," Billy said decisively, snarling at Steve's retort. "You can do all the research in the world and still have people who don't buy into it. Fuck that. I don't want research, I want proof. Hard proof. Evidence that can't be refuted."

"Your arm-"

"-isn't proof enough for me," Billy finished, coming to a standstill and glowering at Steve. "And won't be for anyone else who didn't see it before, Jesus, Harrington, you really aren't a good learner, are you?"

"For a guy who was trying so damn hard to get me to believe in all this, you're being awful stubborn when it comes to your own convictions," Steve snapped. "So what, then? What'll be enough?"

Billy studied him quietly, a smoldering expression of pent up exasperation clouding his features. He didn't speak right away, causing Steve to want to fidget under the scrutiny, but he remained still.

"That," Billy finally said, pointing to the TV behind him where they'd paused the movie again on the transformation scene to study and compare the beast. "That'll be enough. When the next full moon comes, then I'll be satisfied."

Of course he was right. There was only one definitive way to settle the question of whether or not Billy actually was a werewolf now, and that meant waiting to see if he transformed under the influence of a full moon. Initially the idea of that seemed ridiculous to Steve, but when he thought about it, he wasn't sure why that notion should be ridiculous to him at all- he'd definitely seen stranger things. If horrific flower-faced monsters that were born out of the depths of some alternate universe could exist and somehow crawl their way into a universe they didn't belong in, then why couldn't werewolves be real? By comparison, werewolves had more rights to exist than the demo-whatevers; at least they belonged in their world.

The digital watch strapped to Billy's wrist began to beep, loud and insistent. Glancing at the display, Billy's face hardened imperceptibly. His eyes flickered to Steve momentarily before he shifted his view to the front door.

"So you're content to wait it out till then?" Steve asked, standing up as Billy walked by him and to the door, glancing out one of the street-facing windows briefly.

"No, but I fucking have to," Billy muttered, eyes scanning the street before he looked back at the readout on his watch. "It's not like we can force the moon to come early. We need a damn plan. Well, I had a fucking plan, but you tuned that right out, didn't ya?"

"A plan for what?"

Turning away from the window, Billy appeared both excited and apprehensive. He was smiling, baring his teeth and running his tongue along their edges, but it seemed to stem more from nervousness than anything else. Steve's first thought was that he looked like a caged animal ready to defend itself, and an uneasy feeling settled into his gut.

"For if I'm right, Christ, why don't you listen? Now get the fuck out of my house, we'll talk about this later."

Billy's dad came home a mere ten minutes after Steve left, angry and without reason for it. He never seemed to need a reason to be angry these days though, and as he felt his father's rage strike him, Billy imagined that Neil must have somehow known all along about Billy's secret meeting with 'that Harrington boy'. The assault was deserved, one way or another, in his father's eyes.

Later that night, Billy came down with another fever. The cause of it wasn't clear to him, as it could've been a myriad of different things, but regardless, he felt its exhausting effects and had to turn in early.

A great heat consumed him, troubling him when he found he couldn't stop sweating; repenting for the sin of having brought another boy into to the house by perspiring to death. The fever was so terrible that when he finally tried to lie down to sleep, wearing only his underwear and lying overtop of the bedcovers in a home that couldn't afford to run the heat in the winter, he opened his bedroom window so that the chilling breeze might offer him some respite.

It was soothing enough to allow him to rest, but his skin remained sticky and sheen when he finally did close his eyes. His sleep was light, due in part to the fever he couldn't stop sweating out and owing also to the nightmares that had begun to plague him recently, offering him horrific visions of what his future might hold in store for him if he didn't figure this 'werewolf' thing out.

It was two hours after he first fell asleep that Billy woke from one of the nightmares with a deep, shuddering gasp, and for a moment as he lay there panting, he thought it likely that he had woken himself up.

He was cold now, the fever abated as he lay shivering in the freezing breeze that flooded in from his window. Some snowfall had accumulated on the sill, leaving small little puddles as they melted down. He was disgusted to note how sticky he'd become as his bedcover stuck to his back when he sat up. When he reached back to peel the fabric from his back, he heard a noise like someone walking- no, running- through the snow outside, a dark blur against the blackness rushing by his window.

Billy froze in place, slowly turning his head to look out the window. His heart rate slowly began to pick up as he heard the shuffling footsteps of something creeping around out there, running in circles. He took in a deep breath to calm himself and realized, suddenly, that he could smell it- a rotting, fetid scent was wafting in on the winter air as the beast outside ran laps around his home.

His blood ran cold in an instant, and for a moment, he didn't know what to do.

'Let's say it is real,' he could hear himself telling Steve all those nights ago. 'What's to stop it from just following you home?'

It had tracked him down, using the pheromones or whatever hormones his fever sweat had exuded to find him at home with the window open, practically inviting it inside to kill him in his sleep.

The darkness of his room was unsettling as he listened to it snuffling around, taking in huge breaths as it skulked around in the night. Carefully and as quietly as he could, Billy slowly began to swivel his legs off the mattress, unsure of what he was going to do but knowing instinctively that he couldn't sit still for it to just find him. His feet touched the cold, hardwood of the floor and he almost recoiled at the freezing touch, and as childish as the thought was, he couldn't help but fear that something was going to reach out from underneath his bed and grab his ankles before he could do anything to combat the monster that was now hunting him.

The noises outside stopped for a moment, as though the creature could sense that Billy was on the move. He himself stopped moving, heart pounding in his chest even as he tried to convince himself that whatever was outside was just a large dog or something; a sick deer just trying to find a bite to eat underneath his window. He couldn't move his eyes away from that deep, dark square of night that was framed by the window as he sat paralyzed on the edge of his bed, and distantly he realized he'd begun to sweat again.

Just as he started to think that perhaps whatever it was had left, threatened by the thought of pretty that could fight back, he heard it again, but instead of an animals feet padding softly through the snow, foraging for sustenance that could not be found, the sound of something hard and sharp clacking against the sideboard of his house began to make his hair stand on end.

It was climbing; scraping its claws alongside the house as it tried to make its way into the open window.

Coming for him.

As strong as he knew he was, Billy felt terribly weak in that moment, unable to contain his panic. He shot up from the bed, disregarding the instinct that told him to just fucking run out of there as fast as he could and instead found himself lunging forward for the window, slamming it down hard enough to shake the frame as thought it would be enough to protect him.

With his heart pounding he stared out into the darkness, face mere inches away from the glass pane he knew wouldn't be enough of an effective barrier to keep it out.

There was no movement from the other side. The night was utterly and completely still; a void of darkness kept at bay by thin glass. It was stupid of him to sit there and keep watch, he knew, but he had to be sure it was gone. Being as scared as he was made him feel like a powerless child, and if he could write this incident off as just another vivid dream, then he'd be far better off for it. Still, nothing moved as he sat there, though the glass had begun to fog up, making it hard for him to see anything. Billy wiped at it with his hand, mistakenly thinking his own heavy breathing had caused the condensation, and found himself rendered immobile yet again when the beady red eyes of the beast surged into focus.

Billy stared transfixed as dread consumed him, rooting him in place, his hand pressed to the cold glass. He couldn't think, couldn't move, couldn't do anything but watch as the werewolf grinned, spreading its lips in a wide snarl to show off all its teeth, taunting him, challenging him.

I will see your flesh torn asunder, boy; ripped to pieces, chunks in my jaw, your bone between my teeth, down my throat, your blood boiling in my belly.

With a scream rising up in the back of his throat, Billy did bolt then, shooting himself off his bed and launching himself away from the window that the creature was perched at, waiting to bust in and fulfill its promise. He collided against his closed door with a thud, and he fumbled with the handle, trying to open it without taking his eyes away from where he could see it, opening its wide mouth, exposing more, so much more as it pressed its gnarled hand against the glass to finally break through-

His door came open suddenly, spilling him out into the darkness of the hallway to land on the cold floor, chest heaving as he scrambled, trying to get to his feet but unable to find enough traction to set him straight.

"Billy?"

He almost let out a shout when he heard Max say his name.

"What're you doing on the floor?" Her voice was tired and her eyes were heavily lidded with exhaustion as she stepped out of their shared bathroom, the sound of the toilet's weak flush gurgling behind her. She yawned and rubbed her face, waiting for a response to justify his weird behaviour.

He opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was gone. Instead he swallowed, and turned away from her to look back at his window, afraid of what dark, horrible shape would be crawling through it.

But there was nothing to be seen; the monster was gone, if it had truly ever been there at all.

"What're you looking at?"

Max stood behind him, peering into his dark room curiously when he didn't answer her question.

"Go back to your room," he finally said, though his voice was hoarse and he had to repeat himself.

"What are you, the hall monitor? I had to piss," she said, using the snarky tone of voice she reserved only for him. "What are you doing on the floor?"

"I'm not," he replied, finally finding the strength required to get to his feet.

"Well, you were."

"I'm not now, am I?" Billy snapped irritably, turning a mean look on her. Despite his fright, he was careful to keep his voice low. The last thing he wanted to do now was to wake up his father in the middle of the night. "Get the fuck back in your room and go the fuck to sleep."

Max rolled her eyes and didn't move, lingering in the hall. She looked away from Billy's room and back towards her own, biting at her lip.

"I heard something outside," she said at last, speaking quietly. "Something was running around outside the house. It woke me up, but I couldn't see anything when I looked. Too dark."

"Just a dog," Billy replied, swallowing hard, hoping she didn't hear the waver in his voice. He wasn't able to meet her eye as he said it. "It was just a dog. I yelled at it and it ran off, okay?"

"A dog?" Max had an alarmed look in her eye. "What kind of dog? Did you get a good look at it? How big was it?"

"I don't know, what does it matter? It was just some stray," he said. "I told it to fuck off and it did; it's gone now, so go back to sleep you little shit before you wake someone up."

"You're the one shouting at animals in the middle of the night," Max bit back, but despite her attitude, she still looked worried. "You're sure it was a…? Nevermind, whatever, I'm going back to sleep," she grumbled, and turned away to go back to her room, shutting the door just hard enough to let Billy know she didn't value his authority.

Alone in the darkness of the hall, Billy's eye was drawn back to the window. He wondered where the thing had crawled off to, and if it would be coming back. More timidly than he would have liked to admit, he stepped back into the cold enclosure of his room and quietly closed the door behind him.

"Hey, Steve, man, I really just wanna thank you again for offering me a ride home," Dustin said, already breathing hard. In his arms was a box full of the things he'd used for his final presentation in whatever science class he'd taken that semester, the weight of which was cumbersome enough to have him struggling to carry it. Ordinarily, Steve would have offered to help him carry it, but he wasn't thinking straight.

'Later', as Billy had said at the start of the weekend, had ended up being earlier that morning on the first day of finals. Cornered in the bathroom (the fucking bathroom, of all places), Billy had locked the door and sequestered them in the math halls men's room during the downtime between finals. He'd lit a cigarette and leaned against the stained porcelain sink, his shirt unbuttoned and open to accommodate his sling, and told him about his plan. It had been a simple one, but they wouldn't be able to see it through alone.

They needed a private place; somewhere they could quarantine Billy in case something really did happen with him, and the closer it got to the next full moon, the more Billy seemed convinced that something would happen.

"My teeth're starting to come loose," he'd admitted reluctantly, averting his eyes as he ran his tongue along them, prodding at the loose ones in agitation.

"Y'sure that's not just bad dental hygiene?" Steve had joked, but his remark had only been met with scorn.

"Just because I live in a hick town doesn't mean I'm going to become a toothless hick," Billy had snapped, but even through all his bravado, Steve felt he could sense his fear. "I brush my damn teeth Harrington. I take care of my appearance. And it's not just one tooth," he'd said as he rinsed the cigarette butt under a stream of water, putting out the cherry before flicking it into the can, "it's all of them."

On top of that, Billy had seemed haggard when they'd spoken; there was an overall dullness to him that suggested he hadn't been sleeping well lately, but they weren't at the point in their fucked up relationship where he felt he should ask about it. Instead he'd simply agreed to Billy's plan; it wasn't like he'd come up with a better one, but it meant he'd have to drag someone else into their mess. For as large and private as his home was, it didn't offer what Billy felt they needed.

But he knew Dustin's did. He'd been there before; seen with his own eyes what it could contain.

"I really owe you one," Dustin wheezed, his voice sounding strained and distant, and Steve was surprised at how far he'd managed to fall behind him in their trek through the parking lot. Coming out of his ruminations, he turned in time to watch as Dustin nearly stumbled through the gravel, trying to reclaim his balance quickly before he spilled the contents of his science project into the soggy earth.

"Whoa, hey, let me get that," Steve said, backstepping to relieve Dustin of his burden. The box was heavier than it looked, and nearly fell through his unprepared arms as he took it from him. "Geeze, man, you bring your whole damn chem set in or what?"

Dustin whistled in relief before replying.

"Had to, turns out students aren't allowed to use any of the school's equipment on the last day of class because no one wants to stay late to clean it. Myself included, obviously."

"Well that's bogus," Steve absently said, to which Dustin agreed.

"Tell me about it," he bemoaned, cracking his back as they approached Steve's car.

Setting the box of Dustin's things on the rear of his car, Steve dug his keys out of his coat pocket and unlocked the doors. He set the box carefully in the back seat, making sure it was stable enough not to tilt and spill if he took a turn too fast, and stepped back to see Dustin staring curiously at the ugly seat cover stretched over the front passenger seat.

"What's with that? Having some work done?"

"Something like that," Steve replied dismissively. He'd tell Dustin about it later, but for now he didn't want the kid worrying about anything he didn't have to. "But uh, speaking of owing me one, I need to talk to you about cashing that in."

"What, already?" Dustin looked a little surprised, but Steve could only shrug lackadaisically. "When I said that, you know, I kinda figured that you'd be cashing it in waaaay off in the very distant future. Or you'd forget I said anything at all, so I wouldn't have to actually do anything."

Steve laughed, but it sounded forced, and Dustin frowned a little bit at the harsh sound of it.

"I promise I wouldn't actually ask you to do something for me unless it was important. Get in so I can turn the heater on and we can talk about it."

A look of contemplation crossed Dustin's face briefly before he got in the car, preemptively putting his seat belt on as Steve started the engine and cranked the heater on to its highest setting, the airflow tousling his hair. Dustin didn't like the way Steve's brow kept creasing, or the way Steve had seemed so distant during the walk from the school building to the car. And now he wanted to talk.

"So, talking?" Dustin prompted.

"I need to borrow your basement," Steve said, coming right out with the request instead of wasting both of their time by trying to make it not sound weird. There was no easy way to say it.

Dustin blinked; an owlish and slow movement that, for a moment, made Steve feel like Dustin suddenly knew everything.

"I don't have a basement," he said instead. Steve balked.

"Bullshit," he said. "You dragged me back there to kill that lizard pet thing of yours that one time."

"Cellar," Dustin corrected, enunciating the word slowly and precisely. "I don't have a basement, I have a cellar. Mike is the one with the basement, dingus."

Taken back momentarily, it was Steve's turn to blink dumbly.

"Well what the hell's the difference? Nevermind, don't answer," Steve said, speaking quickly as Dustin opened his mouth and took in a breath to begin explaining. "Fine, cellar, whatever; I need to use it."

"What for?" Dustin asked suspiciously. "Wait. Are you planning on throwing an end of semester party? Why not just use your house? Or is it themed?"

"No, man, it's not a party; like I said, this is important," Steve stressed, growing impatient with the way the conversation was developing.

"Parties are important, Steve; you taught me that."

Groaning loudly, Steve tossed his head back and stared up at the roof for a moment.

"Okay, yeah, they are, but this is a different kind of important, okay? Like, it's for something serious," he continued, hoping Dustin would understand without telling him too much. "Trust me, if I was trying to throw a party, the whole school would have known about it by now. Just, loan me your basement."

"Cellar," Dustin corrected again, but without any of his usual haughtiness.

While Dustin wouldn't say Steve was dumb, per se, he would have to say that he wasn't exactly… subtle. Analyzing Steve's behaviour, and knowing what he'd used his own cellar for in the past, it was easy to come to the conclusion that Steve wanted to utilize the space in much the same way he himself had done when he realized Dart was growing up to be something of a problem child. Steve didn't want it for recreational use, but instead wanted it so he could contain something. Even before they'd gotten into the car, Steve had seemed tense, as though he'd been steeling himself to have this conversation, further justifying his line of thought.

"Steve," Dustin asked slowly, turning in his seat a little bit and scrunching up the fabric of the seat-cover to face his friend, "is this a code red?"

Meeting Dustin's eye, Steve saw that he was finally taking their conversation seriously. A graveness had overtaken his usually carefree expression, and he hated the way it made his young face seem to age.

"I don't know yet," he answered honestly, sighing and adjusting the air vent so it wasn't blowing heat directly on him anymore. "It might not be, but it potentially could be."

"Oh, Christ," Dustin groaned, slouching back in his seat and staring out forlornly through the windshield. "I thought we solved all this when El- Jane- closed the rift. What is it this time? More dogs? An Upside Down puppy? Shit, is it a cat?"

"No, no, it's nothing like… nothing like those things from before," Steve was quick to say, but wasn't sure how much information he should divulge. After all, like Billy said, it might not be anything, except… Except he had symptoms now. "If it was, I definitely would've said something about it before now."

Mulling the answer over in his head, Dustin then asked: "Does it have to do with the bear attack?"

Sitting back in his seat, Steve sighed and glanced up into his rearview mirror. Billy was there, a distant, lone figure, but he was there, and he was watching, waiting for him to secure a spot where they would be safe to test their theory.

"I can't tell you right now, but I promise it's nothing I can't handle."

"Alright," Dustin said after a moment, though he sounded dubious. He was frowning deeply, lost in his own thoughts before he said, "When will you know for sure? After you use the cellar? If we need to assemble the rest of the party, I can-"

"No, no, don't uh, 'assemble the party' just yet," Steve said. "I don't want to alarm everyone only for it to be a false alarm, you know?"

"Christ," Dustin mumbled again, looking miserable as he slowly began to slouch in his seat. "Okay, fine, you can use my cellar for whatever fucked up containment bay you need it for, but you have to tell me what the hell's going on afterwards, okay?"

"I will, man, I swear."

"Shit." Dustin heaved a sigh and sat up, rising out of his slump. His seat belt clicked noisily, locked into place as it refused to let out anymore slack.

Steve watched him undo the belt and re-buckle it with a hint of amusement. He hated that he had to give Dustin reason to worry, but at least school would be over soon, and they wouldn't have to split their focus and try to decide which was more important.

"Think I can take the loan out on your cellar this Friday?" he asked after Dustin had resituated himself. "And look man, you and your mom? You guys can't be there. Think you can arrange to get out of the house for the night?"

Groaning loudly, Dustin eventually nodded.

"My mom's been telling me over and over we need to go visit her sister," he said. "Aunt Connie hasn't seen my teeth since they came in and wants to see them; the only girl alive who wants to see them and it's my aunt."

Steve laughed earnestly at his comment, and when Dustin caught the look of honest amusement on his face, he cracked a grin too.

"But the worst part? You wanna know what the worst part is, Steve? She pinches, man! I'm gonna look like I have blisters on my face when I get back!"

Steve cackled with delight, picturing Dustin's face pinched so hard his cheeks would be naturally rosy for days afterwards.

"Hey, I'm real sorry about that; I'll take you out to lunch or something when you get back, alright?" he said, feeling the burden of having to put Billy's plan into motion lift from his shoulders. They had their spot secured; now they only had to wait for the weekend to use, and then, if they were lucky, they would be able to move on.

"Oh, you'll be owing me much more than that if I survive," Dustin muttered, grinning cheekily as Steve finally put the car into gear and began to drive them out of the lot.

"Here's hoping," Steve said with a wink.

[astraldragons]

Ayy, here’s a commission I did for @acetrainerhope ft. more G/t Fire Emblem Echoes AU! I had so much fun working on this one.~

Sonya grimaces, running her fingers through her hair and huffing in frustration.

“Gods damn it all,” she mutters, “I swear I dropped it around here somewhere…”

She’s crouched on the floor by a writing desk, peering under said desk with an extremely sour look on her face. After another minute of irritated searching, she’s about ready to call it quits and starts getting back up to her feet… and then a soft voice from behind her draws her attention.

“U-Um. E… excuse me, miss? Are… are you looking for this?”

The mage blinks in surprise, shifting in order to catch a glimpse of a girl no taller than her own thumb standing before her-- and, much to Sonya’s delight, the girl is clutching Sonya’s favorite quill in her arms.

“Ah-- yes! Goodness, thank you. It’s such a pain to find new quills…” Sonya reaches her hand out towards the small girl, though she quickly stops when the girl flinches backwards. “...Hey, now… there’s no need to shy away, little one. I won’t hurt you.”

The girl winces, her form trembling just enough to be noticeable to Sonya. In an instant, she all but shoves the quill out in front of herself, thrusting it towards Sonya’s waiting fingers. “I-I’m sorry!”

Sonya blinks in surprise before she delicately plucks the quill from the girl’s grasp. “Hmm? There’s no need to apologize… did I do something to frighten you? In the case that I did, well. I should be the one apologizing.”

The girl makes an anxious whimper as her hands retreat, tightly gripping her own shoulders. “N-no, you. You didn’t do anything. I… I’m sorry. I just don’t… handle… people like you, um. Very well…?” her rambled words trail off, an embarrassed look on her face.

Sonya’s brows furrow. “‘People like me’, hm? Care to elaborate?”

The girl shivers, her gaze locked sharply onto the floor. She doesn’t answer.

After a moment, Sonya sighs. “Alright, alright. Forget I said anything. I’ll just keep my distance from now on, if I make you so uncomfortable.”

The girl’s head snaps up and her mouth opens to protest, but instead she squeaks and backs away as Sonya slowly pushes herself up, back on her feet. The mage huffs before walking away, shooting the girl one last glance.

“I am grateful that you found my favorite quill, though. Thank you for that.”

And with that, Sonya is already a ways off into the distance, moving too quickly for the girl to catch up, even if she wanted to.

The girl is left stammering, gnawing on the inside of her cheek. And then she slumps, sighing to herself.

Oh, great. She hadn’t meant to be rude, but…

Mm.

She could perhaps just leave it alone, take the woman up on her offer of not going near each other, since it would be so much easier.

However, she doubts that her conscience is going to appreciate her taking the easy route. The girl takes a deep breath before straightening up and mustering her courage-- and then she begins to march forward.

At the very least, she needs to find the older mage and apologize.

---

Genny creeps through the camp, her knees all but knocking together. She hates being alone at night, even without the daunting task looming over her. She sucks in a deep breath as she pushes aside a few stray trails of grass in her path, approaching one of the few sources of light in the camp-- a relatively small, crackling fire in the middle of a clearing. The flames swirl and dance lazily, painting everything in the area with faint hues of yellow and orange, elongating shadows… and one especially long shadow in particular.

Sitting before the fire is none other than a familiar mage, her eyes half-lidded, daydreaming about who-knows-what.

Genny swallows thickly, her heart rate increasing significantly. She’s tempted to just turn back, just fall asleep in bed and forget about the whole thing by the morning.

But that’s not an option. Even procrastinating for the past few days had been torturous enough… no, she has to get this over with now.

Before she can further be tempted to run away, Genny speaks up. “U-uh… S-Sonya!”

The mage’s shoulders automatically tense up and she sharply turns her head, causing Genny to jolt in alarm. Sonya’s gaze darts around briefly before settling on Genny, a trace of surprise flickering across her face before returning to a neutral expression.

“...Oh. I’m surprised to see you here. I thought you didn’t like my type, hm?”

Genny winces, gnawing on the inside of her lip and staring at the ground. “Yeah… a-about that. I, um. I wanted to apologize; it was a rude thing to say.”

Sonya blinks, her gaze softening just a touch. “You didn’t have to apologize, little one. It didn’t bother me.”

“Maybe not, but it bothered me.” For a brief instant, Genny locks eye contact with Sonya, a determined look on her face-- and then she blushes slightly, staring at the ground once more. “I… I didn’t just… say that because I’m afraid of humans-- I mean, I kind of still am, a little bit-- um. Maybe more than a little bit…” She grimaces, pausing to collect her thoughts. “A. Anyways. I’m sorry, I mostly said that because you remind me… um. Of my. Mother…?”

Sonya’s eyes narrow slightly. “Okay, now I’m bothered. I’m nowhere near old enough to have a kid your age!”

Genny flinches, and Sonya shoots the girl an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped. I don’t take kindly to the… implications of reminding you of your mother.”

It takes Genny a moment to recover, but then she quickly shakes her head. “N-no, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to imply that at all. I just…”

She quietly rubs her arms. “It’s been years since my mother left me at the priory. She… she was beautiful, just like you. And she always wore makeup, as well. So… seeing you kind of makes me think of her. I’m sorry.”

Genny looks up hesitantly, blinking in surprise at the stricken look on Sonya’s face. “I… I’m sorry. That’s… anyways, that’s why I’m apologizing. I sh… should go…”

She quickly turns on her heel to leave, but Sonya suddenly pipes up.

“Wait, li-- Genny. Wait up.”

Genny halts in her tracks, a chill running up her spine as she turns around. “H-huh…?”

Sonya is completely facing Genny now, a sympathetic look on her face. “Sorry, dear. Just… I need to say something for a moment. I apologize. You’re still not very comfortable around me, hm?”

Genny hesitates before sheepishly shaking her head. “N-no, I’m sorry…”

Sonya’s eyes soften. “It’s quite alright, I understand. I just… wanted to share something with you.”

Genny turns around fully to face the mage, clutching her hands together uncertainly. “Hm?”

Sonya takes a deep breath, seeming to be mentally preparing herself. “...I, too, was raised in a priory, although it was my father who abandoned me.”

Genny’s eyes widen in shock. “W-wait, really?”

Sonya nods, finally breaking eye contact as she turns her head to the side. “Yes. And if I ever met a man who reminded me of him, I’d likely kick his face in.” Her eyes narrow, her voice lowering into a grumble. “Fortunately, you don’t come across those types too often.”

She closes her eyes and regains her composure, finally turning back to face Genny. “Anyways, my point is that you don’t have to hold back with me. You’re free to hate my guts as much as you like-- because I understand.”

Genny stares up at the woman in wide-eyed awe… and then she swallows thickly, marching her way closer until she’s almost touching Sonya’s leg. She takes a breath and gives Sonya’s leg a feather-light, comforting pat.

“N-no, I… I don’t want to hate you, Sonya.”

Sonya blinks in surprise, almost flinching from Genny’s touch. “...Wait, really?”

Genny shakes her head. “I feel a little more comfortable after hearing what you said. And I know I’m still a little nervous, but… I want to get to know you better. I, um… us priory kids have to stay together, right…? Hah…”

Sonya’s surprised expression slowly melts into one of amusement, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips-- the first truly heartfelt smile she thinks she’s pulled in a long while. “You’re absolutely right, little one. In that case, I suppose we may be bitter together.”

Now it’s Genny’s turn to be surprised once more… but she quickly smiles right back at Sonya, chuckling. “Sounds like a deal to me!”

Sonya lets a quiet laugh of her own slip out. “Yes, indeed… Now, ah. As fun as this has been, I do need to sleep soon… need to get in my beauty rest, after all. So… feel free to say no if you want, because I completely understand if you’re still not comfortable with me yet, but… the place you share with Celica and the others is on my way back to my own tent. Would you possibly care for a lift?”

Genny’s eyes widen slightly before she looks down at the ground, shifting from foot to foot. “I… Well, it would definitely be nice, so I don’t have to walk back that whole way…”

“You don’t have to--”

“No, no, I really would like a lift.” Genny shoots a hesitant smile up at Sonya.

Sonya’s small smile returns, and she tentatively offers her well-manicured hand, palm-up, to Genny. Genny takes a deep breath-- come on, you’ve been picked up and held before, Genny, don’t let this get the best of you now-- before taking a dainty step up onto Sonya’s fingers and doing her best to keep her balance as she shuffles into Sonya’s palm.

Her hand is certainly much harder to walk on than Saber’s-- while his hands had been rugged and calloused, the hands of a man trained in the Rigelian army for most of his life, Sonya’s were soft, her black gloves covering her delicate, slender fingers and the hands of someone who much preferred the company of books and scrolls to that of harsh weapons.

Once Genny sits down in the center of Sonya’s hand, the mage slowly begins getting to her feet, doing her best to keep her hand steady. “Aaaalright, nice and easy,” she mumbles, instinctively bringing Genny closer. “Let me know if I need to adjust or anything. I, ah. I’ve never really held anyone your size before, you know.”

Genny shoots a curious look to the ground which is shrinking farther and farther away-- and she can’t help but smile at the exhilarating sensation of being so high up. “No, no, you’re doing great,” she assures, finally turning her head to look back up at Sonya. “As long as you don’t drop me, I’ll be alright.”

Sonya snorts, straightening up. “I’ll do my best to live up to your high standards, little one.”

That elicits a giggle from Genny, causing the warm smile on Sonya’s face to grow. She then begins to walk back towards the main area of the small camp, peering around at the surrounding tents. An odd feeling of pride and protectiveness fills her very core as she watches Genny peer over her fingertips down at the ground and at their surroundings, barely containing her excitement. Sonya doubts she’s ever felt this way before, she doesn’t think-- but.

It’s certainly not a bad feeling. Not in the slightest.

“Not very afraid of heights, hm?” Sonya asks quietly, careful to keep her voice lowered now that Genny is closer to her face, as well as not wanting to wake anyone in the camp.

Genny shakes her head. “Nope!”

“Oof. Well, you’re certainly much braver than I would be, in your situation. Heights make me terribly uncomfortable.”

Genny blinks. “Huh? Really?”

Sonya quietly snorts. “Is it that surprising?”

“Well… I guess it’s just hard for me to imagine you being scared of anything, that’s all.” Genny shyly twiddles her thumbs. “You seem so… so brave, you know? Grown-up and so confident all the time.”

Sonya gives a noncommittal hum. “Even the strongest of adults are afraid of something, you know. The main thing is just not letting your fear consume you… which, that’s exactly what you did tonight.” She gives Genny a reassuring smile. “I know it can’t have been easy, coming to talk to me. That truly was brave of you-- and so brave of you to come along on this journey with your friends. You really should give yourself more credit, dear.”

Genny’s cheeks flush with crimson, and she quickly looks away. “A-ah, thank you…!”

Sonya can’t help but let out a soft chuckle. Then, reaching their destination, Sonya kneels down and rests her hand on the ground. “Anytime. Now, you sleep well, alright? We have to leave pretty early in the morning tomorrow, if I recall correctly.”

Genny nods before slipping out of Sonya’s hand, almost looking disappointed when her feet touch the ground. “I-I will!” She smiles up at Sonya, giving a shy wave. “You sleep well too. And thank you so much… for, well. Everything.”

Sonya hums, dipping into a soft imitation of a curtsy. “The pleasure was all mine, Genny. I’ll see you soon.”

She watches as Genny moves towards the entrance of the place she shares with Celica, Mae, and Boey, before getting to her feet and walking towards her own tent with a slight pep in her step.

Sonya hadn’t exactly been expecting to make a friend tonight, but… well, she certainly isn’t complaining.

Maybe things really are looking up for the first time in a long while…