#Meddle About

[siriuslysmoking]

Meddle About

A/N: I'm contemplating on making this a series, telling me if you want more parts. His texts are in italics and reader's is in bold.

Pairing: Fem!college student x sugar daddy!steve

Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, alcohol consumption, age gap (R:21, S:29)

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: Working and being a student is tough, you never seem to have a moment to yourself, so when one of you co-workers needs a shift and offers to take your saturday night double, you take it. Finally going out with your friends you encounter a strange man with a strange proposition.

-We only met each other just the other day But you already got me feeling some type of way Now, if I could figure it out I'd take you back to my house So we could meddle about-

You didn't let her take it back, as soon as you saw the text in the waitresses group chat you immediately agreed and texted Mia, your best friend and freshman dorm mate.

You and mia have been friends since your first year in college and now that you're finally in your senior year of college and are living together in a small apartment outside of campus.

She loves to go to bars on the weekends, you enjoy it- well you would if you had time.

You text Mia that you have tonight off, she quickly adds you to her plans.

When you arrive to your shared apartment you see some of your common friends in your living room. They're throwing back shots like it's water, pregaming for the long night.

You walk to your room getting ready for the night. You pull on a long sleeved, over the shoulders, black mini dress. Then you fix up your makeup from the day and strap on silver heels, before changing your jewelry from your day to day simple necklace to your thick small hoops and silver chain wrapped around your neck.

You join your friends on the couch for a couple of drinks before the time hits nine and you head out, walking down the street to a popular bar in town.

You arrive in no time. Joining the crowded bar, you and your friends find a booth to share and Mia goes to order you all drinks from the bar.

When Mia returns all of you quickly down your drinks and a couple head to the bathroom as you volunteer to go get the next round.

Travelling up to the bar you take in your surroundings, you sandwich yourself into a man around your age who you've seen around campus before and an older gentleman in a nice looking suit.

'Hey, can I get another round?" You lean against the bar, gaining the bartender's attention.

"'course." He nods as you motion to your table. You hand him your card, paying for the round. He gives it back and turns to make them.

You drum your fingers on the sticky bar impatiently. The next thing you know your fingers are wet with a sticky liquid that paints itself onto the bar.

"Oh shit- I'm so sorry, honey." The older gentleman hands you a napkin, helping you wipe down your arms.

"Oh! You're completely fine." You finish cleaning your arms with the napkin.

"I'm truly sorry, can I buy you a drink to make up for it?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Don't be sorry, I was an accident." You wave him off, "I'm okay, thank you though."

"Alright, then." He nods, sympathy still lingers in his gaze.

"Here, you are darling." The bartender hands you a tray with eight shots on them.

"Thanks," You nod to the bartender then your eyes shift to the man a couple years older than you, giving him a smile.

Sundays were usually their busiest days of the week, families having Sunday dinner together, or business meetings that lasted for hours.

The meetings were the worst and the people usually occupy their table for hours and even though they all have suits and expensive watches on they tip a measly five dollars.

Today had not been going great, a young couple having an anniversary wrote that the tip was $16, but they forgot to put it in correctly when adding below. So, no tip for you.

You're frustrated, you're sweaty, and your feet hurt.

You're ready to go home, but you have one table that just won't leave. It's a group of men, demanding that they are still waiting for their other co-worker. They've ordered twelve drinks in total of the five men. One Whiskey and Coke sits alone without the last man to claim it, the ice has probably long melted.

This tip better be worth your damn time or you might actually quit your job on the spot.

"Hey! Dollface!" He's addressing you, you know he's addressing you even though you had told him your name. But you still plant a smile upon your lips, turn and walk over to the group. "I need a refill."

"Of course." You give him your best smile as you take his drink that he dangles in front of you to refill. You get why the last coworker doesn't want to attend.

"Sorry I'm late." You hear a husky voice from behind you where you stand in front of the bar, grabbing Tony's attention for him to mix another drink.

You hear more from the table but you decide to do some of your side work so you don't have to do it when they leave and be here longer than you have to.

"Here you go." Tony slides the freshly made glass down the bar where you were whipping menus.

"Thanks T'." You nod as you grab the glass and make your way over to the table of men. "Here's that refill of the Old Fashioned. Are you gentleman ready to order?"

They all give you their order, "No Scallops, got it? No scallops."

"Yes, sir, I've got it." You send a sharp smile, writing down the rest of his order. When your eyes meet the last-newest member of the group his golden hazel eyes seem to be perplexed at her existence outside of the bar that they met at last night.

You get finally take in his looks, his slight stubble painting his jaw, his light brown hair that frames his face, the lines that seem to pull his lips into a smile."You get finally take in his looks, his slight stubble painting his jaw, his light brown hair that frames his face, the lines that seem to pull his lips into a smile.

He seems to also be studying her in the light.

You shake his stupid smile off your back as you nod and turn to head to the kitchen.

You take a sharp intake of breath as you enter the kitchen entering the men's orders into your tablet.

The kitchen closes in an hour so the kitchen staff are already starting to clean up the griddles.

They seem to sigh as you come in with your slip of demands.

"They've been here for an hour, they haven't ordered anything until this."

"I hate people." One of the cooks sighs as he takes the paper from your hand.

"You and me both."

The next couple of hours consisted of you refilling drinks, balancing plates to carry to the kitchen and sweeping.

You'd think the men would take a fucking hint that you're close to closing, when you start sweeping and flipping chairs.

Thirty minutes till closing and the men finally ask for their check. You have to hold back a sigh of relief as you nod and ask them if they'll be spliting it.

They are, so when you collect their checks you notice that seven of the men left no fucking tip.

You try not to scream.

There's two men left at the table, the man from last night and the one that is allergic to scallops. It looks like a hushed conversation.

The other two checks left fifteen percent of their ticket. It's something.

You lean against the bar, asking Tony for a drink as you rub your neck- you may have slept on it wrong last night.

When the last two men leave you notice something left on their table.

Underneath sat $200.

On your walk home you typed in the number and texted:

Thank you, you really didn't have to make it up to me

-It's no problem, I'm sorry we kept you from going home.

was I that obvious?

-I don't think so, they're also not very observant.

I may need to work on my acting skills if I want this line of work to work out!

-It may be a good investment. I'm Steve by the way.

You mentally scold yourself for the smile creeping on your lips. You type your name and hit send.

-hey, feel free to block me or curse me out, but I'm in town for three months and I have this banquet thing in three weeks, and I don't know anyone here and I have to bring a plus one.

You don't have any plan to chop me up in itty bitty pieces and scatter me across town so nobody will ever be able to find my entire body?

-That's oddly specific... has that personally happened to you before?

No, I watch a lot of crime shows.

-Ah, that explains it.

You pause before your building, are you seriously thinking about doing this?

Alright, If I agree to this what do I get in return?

-Straight to the point, I like it. I'll pay you a thousand an hour including prep, like dress shopping.

You are upselling me way too much.

-You're downgrading yourself way too much.

I'll do it.

To be continued??

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[kaiandels]

Meddle About (e.w x reader)

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warning: SMUT (MDNI), severe language, homophobia, getting high, use of the d-slur (only 2 times) and slüt shaming. This is very rough so read at your own risk.

Semi-Proofread

p.s: yes, this is inspired by “Meddle About” by Chase Atlantic.

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It was fucking smelly. The air that surrounded the bar smelled like sex, alcohol, and weed. But what do you expect from a place like this right?

You dressed up. You were with your friends and you were having the time of your life. You had just gotten broken up with, and you wanted to have fun instead of crying the shit out of your eyes in the darkest corner of your room. You won’t be vulnerable, not this time atleast. You wanted to look hot, and you wanted to get lucky. You were just waiting for the right hot guy that would get you on your fucking knees. But ofcourse, you just had to get the creepy ones.

“Hey pretty lady.” A man around his mid 20s hollered at you. Standing close to you as you were sat in the front-bar, waiting for your drink. You looked at him and smiled, clearly not interested. He wasn’t your type, he looked high and busted as shit. “What is a fine woman doing here all alone?” The man said leaning against the counter, looking at you closely. He furrowed his eyebrows, not getting the attention he wanted. “Look, i’m just here for a fun time. Yeah? Come on dance with me.” He said nudging your shoulder as you pulled your hands away. “No thank you.” You said nonchalantly. “Look, you’re lucky enough that i’m hitting on you right now. You came here looking like a slut and you don’t expect to get hit on? Come on now.” He laughed putting a hand on your waist, a tight grip that you couldn’t get yourself out of. You resisted, screaming as you tried to pull away from his touch.

Then suddenly, you felt the firm grip fade away. The absence leaving you shocked as you looked down seeing the man on the floor, caressing his head as he got hit on the face. You looked beside you as you saw a very attractive young woman. Her eyebrows furrowed, her fists clenched, and strands of her auburn-hair lost on her face. “She said no. Leave her the fuck alone, man.” The auburn-haired girl spoke. Venom laced with her tone as she glared at the guy ass-flat on the floor. “Who the fuck are you?” The man stood up, walking face-to-face with the auburn-haired girl. You were terrified, but really amused at how the girl didn’t even flinch when he moved closer to her. “Don’t fucking even move an inch close to my woman ever again.” The girl said grabbing your arm, tempting to walk out. “WHAT ARE YOU? SOME DYKE?” The man screamed. You gulped as you felt the girl stop in her tracks, turning around and rushing to the man. Pointing her fingers at him. “The fuck did you just say?” Bouncers immediately rushed to the scene, pulling off the woman who was beating up the poor man.

“Come. The name’s Ellie.” Ellie smiled at you as she grabbed your hand, leading you outside of the bar. The cold air hit you face as Ellie slammed the door open, clearly pissed with her current encounter. “I’m sorry you had to see that. I saw you from afar and you were clearly so uncomfortable.” The light shined on her face, you observed every single detail she had. Her eyebrows slit, her mouth a little red and plump because of the punches thrown, and her freckles that were placed neatly against her cheeks. “Thank you.” You said weakly, your body still in shock from the attempted assault. “I could leave you alone right now. But I really don’t want to. You seem scarred.” Ellie spoke, hesitation evident as she was rubbing her nape. Embarassed of the way she introduced herself to you.

“Please stay just for a bit.” You smiled, sitting at the curb in front of the bar. “Sure.” Ellie said sitting beside you. You both sat in silence a bit. Relaxing as the cold air blew in your direction. You heard the noises of shuffling. You looked beside you as you saw Ellie placed a cigar between her lips, lighting it up as she took a long drag. “Here, this will make it better.” She said taking the cigar out of her lips and passing it over to you. “Thanks” You said taking it out of her hands, taking an exaggerated drag yourself. For what it’s worth, it did really help though. “This tastes fucking amazing.” You commented, earning a laugh from Ellie. “I mean cigars does taste amazing especially when you’re stressed.” You nodded. Scootching closer to Ellie, “You just called me your woman earlier.” You said as Ellie’s eyes widened. “Yeah, I thought he would stop if I told him that we were together. But he just took that chance to be homophobic.” Ellie clicked her tongue. “Fucking bigots.” You laughed as you gave her the cigar, “Now it’s your turn.” You huffed. “I have something better?” Ellie leaned back, her hands supporting her from behind as she swayed her head over to your direction. You raised your eyebrows. “What’s that?”

“Follow me.” Ellie stood up enthusiastically. Clearly excited. “How do I know that you’re not some human-trafficker?” You spoke, clearly doubtful if you should really trust a woman that you had just met 30 minutes ago. “I guess you’ll never know.” Ellie smirked, eventually stopping as she realized that you took that seriously. “Oh- God no. I’m not don’t fucking worry. Here.” Ellie said throwing you a bag of rolled weed that came out of her car. Your eyes widened. “Oh, this shit’s good.” You smirked as Ellie leaned at the trunk of her car. “I know.” Ellie said taking a roll for herself.

“Here” she said lighting yours with her own. “So, what brings you here? Not that i’m trying to pry.” Ellie mumbled, holding eye-contact with you as she took a long drag of the weed. You smiled as you took a drag yourself. “I just got broken up with. Wanted to have some fun. You?” You stated. Putting on a facade that you weren’t negatively affected by the circumstances. “If i’m being completely transparent.. Tryna fuck. You know how it is.” Ellie chuckled. You froze, feeling the heat raise from your body to your cheeks. “Uh-oh. That got you fucked up didn’t it?” Ellie asked, walking closer to you. Stopping with only an inch apart from you two. “Oh please” You uttered sarcastically, the rolled cannabis still in between your lips. Ellie laughed as she threw her rolled goods on the ground and stomped on it. You looked at her with confusion. You gasped as her two fingers got in between the paper, pulling it out of your lips and now putting it in between hers. “It tastes a lot better with your lipstick on it.” Ellie said. “You know what tastes a lot better?” You giggled. Slowly wrapping your arms around her neck. “Yeah? What?” Ellie inhaled, taking a long drag once again. You bit your lip, feeling Ellie’s hands snake around your waist. You leaned closer, whispering in Ellie’s ear. “Me” you stated, kissing Ellie’s ears. Ellie scoffed as she pulled you out of her neck as she was now face to face with you. “Open your mouth.” Ellie ordered, you complied. Your mouth shaped in to an ‘O’. Ellie leaned closer, her lips grazing yours as she blew the smoke in to your mouth. You moaned as you inhaled all the smoke, huffing it out once done.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna take you back to my house so we can meddle about. That sounds good?” Ellie suggested, earning an eager nod from you. “Get in” Ellie said, patting your ass. You swiftly walked to her car and got in within a millisecond. Ellie laughed as she followed.

After a few minutes later, you both had arrived. You squeeled as Ellie carried you. You both made out in the process while Ellie tried to blindly get the door unlocked. Not making any time to pull away as your tongue felt so good against hers. A few seconds passed by and you both were finally in the apartment. “Fuck, i’ll take you right here right now.” Ellie groaned as she slammed you against the door. Your faced mushed between the wooden surface. You felt Ellie rip your dress and underwear off, hearing her mutter curses under her breath. “Arch your back, pretty.” You complied, earning a satisfied groan from her. “That’s my fucking girl.” Ellie laughed as her mouth met with your dripping cunt. You both moaned, feeling the effects of the cannabis as you both felt like you were floating and fucking surreal. It made your senses much more conscious, and you both loved it.

You moaned feeling Ellie’s tongue flick inside you, her taking you from behind made you feral. “Tastes so fucking good.” Ellie growled, giving your ass a slap. “Fuck yes, eat it just like that.” You moaned, pushing yourself near her mouth. Grinding yourself on to her face as you felt her nose graze your clit. Ellie reached around, giving you another one of her rolled goods. “Light it up baby. Get yourself high while I fuck you.” You reached for the lighter on the shelf near her door. After you lit it up, you shakily put it in between your mouth. Moaning as you felt Ellie lap up your juices. “Oh fuck” Ellie babbled, completely high of the cannabis and your juices. You moaned, inhaling the smoke that heightened your senses. Sending you over to the edge. “M’ gonna fuck you so good.” You heard Ellie muttered as she slipped a finger in. You exhaled the smoke, grinding yourself harder on to Ellie’s face. “Fuck meeee.. please fuck me.” You whined feeling Ellie’s pace intensify. “Yeah? You want me to fuck you baby?” Ellie mumbled, shaking her head as her way to scatter your juices around her mouth.

“Fuck! Ellie! Just like that please.” You screamed, your voice extremely hoarse. You gasped as you felt Ellie carry you, bringing you over to her bedroom. The rolled cannabis still in between your fingers. “Fuck! What the fuck?!” You screamed as Ellie threw you on to her bed. She laughed as she towered over you. “Give me that.” She said forcefully taking the cannabis off your hands, “Say red if you want me to stop.” Ellie ordered as she began to work on your cunt, dragging the tip of the cannabis on your thighs, burning your skin in the process. “Fuck!” You screamed at the sensation of pain and pleasure, you gripped at her sheets. The way your senses heightened did not help.

Ellie inserted another digit, completely stretching you out as she began to write her name on your thighs with the rolled Cannabis. You looked down seeing the words “Ellie Williams” in a form of a scar. “Fuck, you’re wild.” You breathed, moaning as you saw Ellie’s red puffy eyes stare at you. “Only for you baby.” Ellie said as she stood up, unbuckling her belt along with her pants. Your eyes widened as you saw the strap on, perfectly strapped around her waist. “Like it?” Ellie asked as she towered over you once again. “You really wanted some tonight, didn’t you?” You licked your lips as you looked back at Ellie, hissing as you felt the cannabis burn your waist. “Fuck!” You moaned as your head leaned back on Ellie’s pillows.

Ellie hummed as she softly grazed the tip of her dick against your slit. “Fuck you’re wet. It’s because of the pain isn’t it? Fucking slut.” Ellie scoffed as your juices coated her dick. “Oh please just- please…” You whined as you squirmed under her. Ellie rolled her eyes as she pushed the cannabis against your arms. “Shut the fuck up and wait patiently like the good girl you’re supposed to be.” You gulped. This was going to be a long night.

“Actually” Ellie paused, studying your already fucked-out face. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you.” Ellie ordered, slowly dragging the tip of the cannabis in between your breast and down to your belly. “I want you to fuck me hard, rough… fucking disrespect me Ellie disrespe- FUCK” You screamed as you felt Ellie pound inside you, the acceleration of her thrusts completely animalistic. “Fuck, you hear those sounds? That’s how much of a fucking whore you are.” Ellie groaned as she shoved the Cannabis near your lips. “Take a hit for me again baby, come on. I want you to act all fucking stupid for me.” You took a long puff, you started sobbing in pleasure as Ellie was abusing your spot. Showing no remorse within her expressions. “Fu-huck… Ellie please slow down!!” You screamed as you reached for her back, leaving your own scars for her to remember.

Ellie shoved further inside you, completely showing her arrogance as she further beaten up your cunt. The sloppy noises growing louder. “Say the word then. Come on. Say it.” Ellie ordered, earning a slap on your face. Interrupting your long puff. “OH FUCK! Oh pleasepleaseplease I can’t take it… IcantIcantIcant.” Your voice was hoarse, it was completely shaky. You weren’t given any chance to breathe. It’s getting hard for you to breathe out. “Just scream it out baby. It’ll be over soon.” Ellie said, her thrusts weren’t changing any rhythm. She was fucking talented. She fucked better than any man you have ever been with.

“Uh…Ho- fuck!” You babbled as you felt her deep inside you. The rolled goods falling from your lips, hitting your skin in the process as it landed on your breasts. Ellie chuckled, completely high and fucked out as she wasn’t able to comprehend or form any sentences. “You’re such a fucking slut, taking this dick like a fucking champ.” Ellie huffed as she slowed down, now focusing on how hard she fucks it in to you.

“I’m gonna… oh my god!” You muttered as you felt Ellie’s lips cup your breast. Her mouth swirling around your sensitive bud as she continued to thrust her way in to you. “Don’t fucking cum until I tell you to.” You gulped. “B-but please… i’m close. Ellie i’m so close…” you begged. “Pathetic. You’re gonna fucking take it or i’ll stop.” Ellie groaned as she gave your ass a hard slap. Leaving her hand mark for you to remember it the day after.

Ellie pulled out, the absence leaving you groaning in frustration. Ellie leaned back on the headboard as she grabbed the cannabis from your breast. “Work for it. Ride this dick.” Ellie looked at you, laughing as you wobbly crawled on to her lap. You positioned yourself as you looked at Ellie, taking a long exaggerated drag. You placed yourself on to the strap as you let your cunt slowly devour the whole entire shaft. “Fuuuckkk..” You whined as you felt yourself bouncing. “S-so good..” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Ellie watched you in awe. Completely fucked out.

You started to grind on her, Ellie moaning as the strap grazed on her clit. “Fuck this. Stay still.” You complied as Ellie put out the rolled good and leaving it on her night stand. Ellie held a firm tight grip on your hips, and starting to thrust upward. Fucking up in to you. “FUCK! Ellieee… ELLIE FUCK!” You moaned her name as Ellie’s bed started to creak. The headboard banging on the wall, introducing Ellie to her neighbors. “That’s right. Fuck- say my name.” Ellie groaned as she felt like she was coming undone.

“Scream. ‘Ellie’s so good’. Come on. Scream.” Ellie’s laughter and moans mixed as she was getting off on your moans. “E-ellie’s s-so good!” You screamed as you felt your legs shake and Ellie’s hips stuttering. “Cum with me, alright?” You nodded as you and Ellie’s hips start to move in unison. “Fuck!” You both cursed as your high washed the both of you out. Ellie fell on top of you panting as your vision went black.

The night ended with you and Ellie next to eachother. In the warmth of eachother’s embrace. You never expected the night to end this way, you expected to be in bed with a handsome man right now. But fuck no. You got one even better, you always knew you liked women. And what happened today just proved that right.

The morning after came, you groaned as you felt the pain on your thighs. Seeing Ellie’s faded name on your skin. You groaned as you rubbed your eyes, seeing the empty spot next to you. You laughed, thinking that it’s really weird for Ellie to leave a stranger in her own home. You looked over to the side seeing a note and on top of that was the used lit out cannabis from last night.

Off to work. Had a fun night. See you when I see you Ma. Here’s my number: xxxx-xxx-xxxx ❤️

- the dyke you fucked yesterday

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Special tags: @ximtiredx and @blizsebusd 🫶🏻

[man11c]

☺️ anon here!

I was thinking, a request for Xavier based on the song Meddle About by Chase Atlantic. It’s sort of enemies to lovers and when Xavier realises how bad he has it for the reader he literally can’t stop thinking about them and it makes him ‘meaner’ if you catch my drift 😉

you already got me feeling some type of way: Xavier thorpe x Reader

Word count: 1722

(Y/n) irritates me so much. The way they constantly yap and yap about things no one cares about. The way they go around making friends with everyone. For some reason, they just attract everyone. How they talk hooks, everyone, voice inciting people you wouldn't expect. Their eyes looking deep into yours, you just get lost in them.

It's almost... addicting.

What the hell am I thinking? Xavier's thoughts came to a halt. The lead of his pencil broke under the pressure of his hand. "Shit." He mutters, dropping the pencil on the paper. It rolled for a moment, getting close to the edge of the table.

"This is why I can't stand you (y/n)" He said in an empty room, tapping his finger against the paper. The drawing hidden by his hand was you. A perfect picture drawn of you, every detail captured on a piece of paper. Xavier looked at it disapproving, slightly sucking in his cheek before pinching it between his teeth. He took the paper, his eyes wandering around the paper examining his drawing.

Moments later, it was destroyed. Shredded bits of paper littering the ground. The drawings in ruins but Xavier felt more relieved than anything.

The morning was bitter, Xavier walking into class with a brewing expression. You noticed how he's been coming into every class pissed off. His brows facing downwards in a solid frown. "Awwe, did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" You decide to tease at his irked expression. "Can you not shut the fuck up for one minute? God." Xavier replied in a snappy voice, shooting you a harsh glare causing you to be taken back. Yeah he was a jerk... but never this bad. "Jeez." Enid whispered beside you, raising her brows. You look at Xavier with a judging look in your eye, skimming over him. He was slightly hunched and tense. You wondered what could be getting on his nerves. Ignoring him for the rest of the period, taking to Enid instead.

"I wonder what's got him so roughed up... he's been more pissy than usual" Enid sighed as he glanced over to the shut-off man doodling on his paper. You roll your eyes, resting your hand within your plam. "He's just being the usual dick head. Everything pisses him off... maybe he's finally hitting the puberty he's been waiting for." You say with a scoff, slightly laughing at your own comment. Enid giggling along with you.

Hands slammed against your desk, some of your books shaking and pencils rolling off the table. You quickly lookup to see Xaviers scowling eyes looking at you. His nose slightly flared and jaw clenched tight. "You act as if I can't fucking hear you. You are some nasty piece of shit aren't you (y/n) always in everyone else's business but youselfs." He seethed at you, his body closing in on yours. His anger was real. Enid standing up in your defence, pushing Xavier back off your end of the table. "Chill the hell out Xavier." Enid spoke on your behalf, glaring right back at him as he stumbled over his feet. With one more look at you, Xavier turned to leave the class. Not even taking his stuff on the way out.

Being left in utter awe, you kept staring at the place Xavier stood one second ago. "You alright?" Enid sat back down calmly, reaching for your clenched hand. The sensation of her nails tapping against your skin bringing you back down to earth. Shaking yourself off you look at Enid with a faux smile.

"Oh yeah, why would I let him get to me." You brush off, shrugging your shoulders. Enid gave you that look, the look saying 'bitch I know you're lying.' She read right through the facade you put up.

It did get to you however as ridiculous as it was.

The bell screaming at you to leave your class, you didn't waste any time doing just that. Leaving Enid hanging unintentionally while you rushed to the door. You go to the most obvious location on where Xavier was. You needed to know what the hell was up with him.

The leaves scattered across the ground were damp from the rain earlier. Small puddles formed in the uneven earth. Parts of your having mud covering them, what a bummer. Approaching the door, the lock hanging loose on a thick chain that usually kept the doors tightly locked.

Xavier was in there, he had to be.

Inviting youself inside, not even caring to knock on the door. Xavier was hidden behind a tall canvas, you could just see his legs poking under the legs of the easel. His hand dropped down by his side, a paint brush held tightly in his fingers.

"You really can't leave me alone can you?" He spoke up, his voice was dark. Part of Xavier's face crept from the side of the painting. His eyes sharp on you.

"Xavier you say that as if I cling to your side... get a grip. I want to know why you are being such a dick." As you talked you approached the small table sitting beside Xavier, leaning against the wood that was covered in all sorts of paints and colours. You look over at Xavier, he turned the painting away from you. His attention back on you. "You wanna know why I'm such a dick? Well, sit and listen then." He snarled at you, getting closer to you unnoticed. You weren't paying much attention, looking down at your nails and picking at the cuticles of your nails. Pushing the dead skin back away from your nails. The lack of attention only got on Xavier's nerves even more, grabbing your hand to take away the distraction.

"Like I told you. You won't leave me alone. I see you everywhere, I can hear your voice at the back of my head with your face engraved in my mind. I can't stop thinking about you. Everything sucks me back into this wrap hole to do with you. And I can't stand it." Xavier spoke out, his eyes set on yours not even blinking as he spoke. His eyes reach deep into your soul. The earthy tones in his eyes dark and dimmer than usual. Xavier put his hand down next to you on the wooden table - getting extra close to you in his angry moment.

With no reply prepared for this moment, you ended up just staring back at the face that met yours. That was one hell of a confession. "Are you out of your mind Xavier?" You shake your head, leaning back further away from him.

"Yes! Yes. I am out of my fucking mind because you are all I'm able to think about and I want you." He hits his fist back down on the table, his knuckles going red. Parts of his face getting softer. His eyes were the first, the glare turning into a saddened look on his face. Xavier brought his eyes back onto yours, swallowing the hard lump in his throat that restricted his throat. "I hate you, so much." Xavier told you, coy. He didn't really mean it did he. He sighed, taking a step away from you while running his hand through his hair trying to compose himself.

Being unable to move, you watched him leaving you and head back to the mysterious painting that he looked at with a pondering expression. "I made you look too good in this painting." Xavier raised his brow, staring at the painting before turning it to face you. You stare again the drawing in front of you and back to Xavier who was suddenly very close to you. "Look at what I've become because of you (y/n)." He kept pinning all his troubles onto you. "It's crazy that you can make anyone feel this was." Xaviers eyes were locked with the painting, trouble in his eyes but eventually he turned back to look at the real you. Still frozen on the small wooden desk, having no idea how to reply to this.

Walking closer to you Xavier yet again rested his hands either side of you. Analysing you and the look on your face. "You look stupid." He commented, reaching to hold your face - pointing you face towards his. "I don't think you'll ever stop torturing my mind the way you do." He leaned in, giving into his urges he'd had for so long. Holding your face tighter, unintentionally pinching your face while he kissed you. For a moment just himself sink into your lips as get a feel of you.

"I've already regretted what I've done but, theres no point holding anything back now." He said right after pulling away from you. Not giving you even a moment to process what had just happened. You look up at him, batting your eyes as you tried to make sense of it but the taste on your lips distracted you from it all. Xavier leaned down to your ear, your smell overwhelming him. He reached to hold you close, grabbing roughly at your clothes to pull you in closer to himself.

You wanted this, as bad as it sounded you liked Xavier. Feelings kicked from nowhere for you, stirring up you'd stomach and giving into Xaviers rough hold. You push him away however. Looking at him for second before speaking. "Slow down there... do you think I'm over what you said earlier?" You raise your brow, finally moving away from the table you'd been stuck at for minutes. Heading to the exit of the shed, you look back at Xavier. "I'll be expecting a formal apology Xavier Thorpe." You grin at him, just teasing him and pulling him on in this little game before you leave him all to himself. The cool air never feeling as good as this. It was so refreshing against your warm body.

Xavier stood empty-handed at the door, watching as you left as he sucked in his cheeks biting them. He looked down at the ground with a slight smirk on his face. "Well Xavier, you can't go back now." He spoke to himself in third person, with a small sigh before he looked back at the painting of you. Xavier could loose himself in it for hours.

Waa, sorry it took a while to get out but yknow Christmas n stuff so I'm sorry if it's a bit rushed... plus this might have a second part I'm not sure yet

Thanks for the suggestions Anon 🫶🏻

[nilabheheh]

•777

with angelic eyes she sucks like a devil

[auroramerigold]

I'm getting way too deep I'm fucking into it

[koresflowers]

daily yapping session about aaron warner because you cannot begin to fathom how obsessed i am with shatter me(not even halfway through ignite me)

aaron is so:

->meddle about by chase atlantic

->505 by arctic monkeys

->blue by billie eillish

->yours by conan gray(only in the beginning when juliette is with adam)

CODED

i just love associating songs with characters

[cookiesbooksstuff]

"it's not just a figure of speech, you got me down on my knees, it's getting harder to breathe out" (Chase Atlantic - Meddle About)

Looking at some is something normal.

Watching someone is less common.

Right then I forgot everything, everyone

I've ever watched

Or looked at.

Only you- without breath.

Staring at you like we were always meant to

And never did.

~lilia

[stealthatsweater]

「 FMV 」MEDDLE ABOUT〢CHOI SAN

[zzzzenin]

Estou tomando meu café com cacetinho e nutella e escutando chase atlantic

[siriuslysmoking]

Swim

Part 4 of Meddle About

Series Masterlist

A/N: Never been on a private plane or been on a sailing boat or been to the bahamas, this is all coming out of my ass. I did however watch a youtube video on how to sail so I'm basically an expert. Much love <3. I recommend listening to Mamma Mia soundtrack once they get on the boat.

Pairing: Fem!college student x sugar daddy!steve

Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, alcohol consumption, age gap (R:21, S:29), Reader fawning over Steve every moment she can, I don't think I missed anything, Not edited because I don't want to.

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Working and being a student is tough, you never seem to have a moment to yourself, so when one of you co-workers needs a shift and offers to take your saturday night double, you take it. Finally going out with your friends you encounter a strange man with a strange proposition.

-The water's getting colder, let me in your ocean, swim Out in California, I'll be forward stroking, swim So hard to ignore ya, 'specially when I'm smoking, swim World is on my shoulders, keep your body open, swim-

Steve picks you up at nine in the morning two months later. He walks up to your door and refuses for you to carry your own luggage down the stairs. He opens the doors for you and only lets you carry your book bag. The drive only takes thirty minutes to the airport.

"Mr. Harington, this way."

Neither of you go through customs likes you should, you don't get your bags checked like you normally would've.

Both you and Steve are guided by an employee to a side door onto the tarmac, to a much smaller plane than the other big airlines. You eye the side of Steve's face.

Once you step onto the plane is when you realize this is a private plane. You need to stop forgetting how rich Steve Harrington actually is.

The plane ride is full of smiles and Steve explaining the plans for the week. "I booked a nice dinner for us tonight and we can go to the beach after, do you like the beach? I didn't ask."

"I do." You laugh at the panic in his eyes, "No the whole sand thing, but I love the ocean."

"good, good." He nods, "I've never done this before."

"Never been on a plane?"

"No, never been on vacation."

"You're joking?" You look at him in shock.

"Not unless you count work trips."

"You are a ridiculous man." You laugh, looking at him, "If I had the luxury I wouldn't stop traveling."

"I never really had the need to. I'm what some might say, a workaholic."

"You don't say?" You look at him sarcastically, he just lets out a low chuckle. "Then we will have to make this your best vacation ever."

"Only vacation-"

"But best." You point out.

When you arrive at the house, it's the most beautiful thing you've seen. It's a white house with light blue shutters, right on the beach, with a pool, and surf boards.

Steve and you take a walk through the house, the kitchen is huge with a view of the ocean, there's two bedrooms and three baths.

The bedrooms were big with golden mirrors and balconies.

You and Steve unpack in your respective rooms across the hall. You throw your windows open, letting in the fresh air. "Hey, we have dinner in a couple hours, if you wanna get dressed now, we can go walk around town."

"That sounds good." You smile, he nods and closes your door behind him, letting you get ready in private. You throw on a white long sundress that has buttons going all the way down your front so that you can leave the bottom open for your legs. You put on some strappy white heels to match and throw on your favorite jewelry.

Putting on some light makeup while you spray a floral smelling perfume all around you. You access yourself in the mirror while you put your hair up in a clip.

Steve knocks on your door while you put some finishing touches on your hair, "Can I come in."

"Yep!" You look away from the mirror, looking to him.

well damn. He's wearing a simple white button up and black slacks. He's got sunglasses placed on the top of his head and he looks good.

"Wow, sweetheart, you look beautiful."

"So do you." You smile back at him.

"Ready to go?" He holds a hand out.

"Yeah." You grab your bag and take his hand as he leads you down the stairs and into the car he rented for the week.

His hand stays firmly on your knee as he drives downtown. You stare at the beautiful sight- the outside of the car and inside.

You arrive in no time and of course Steve rounds the car to get your door, "Thank you for coming here with me. Doing this."

"Hey, I got a free vacation, I would never turn that down." You joke, he laughs along as he grabs the door to the restaurant.

You two get settled at a table on the patio. Both of you glance at your menu, discussing what you should get.

"You know, I've never asked the simple questions." Steve looks up from his menu.

"Then ask."

"favorite animal?"

"Elephants."

"Why?"

"They are a lot like humans, they mourn their dead like we do, burying them in dirt, trying to stuff their wounds with herbs, and even stay by their dead for days after they die."

"Woah, I didn't know that."

"What about you?" You put your elbows on the table, leaning forward

"Dogs."

"Why?"

"They're cute?" He scrunches his face.

"That's valid." You laugh.

The next day Steve wakes you up to breakfast on the porch of the house. After eating his pancakes you might have gotten down on one knee right there. You thought about going down on both knees when you saw him in his pajamas, simple gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt.

He explains your plans for the day, he rented out a boat for the day.

A new thing you learned about Steve, He has a Sailing License.

You go upstairs to get dressed for the day and throw on your bikini and a sundress that also counts as a swimsuit coverup. You slip on your sandals and grab your bag. You meet Steve downstairs where he's packing a bag of sunscreen and towels. He goes quiet as he looks up at you, he takes a moment to study you and you suddenly wonder if you should be wearing something else, then he breaks your thoughts by smiling wide and softly saying, "Ready?"

You nod, following him out of the door.

You didn't know much about boats but when you got there it looked like something right out of Mamma Mia.

"This beauty is called a Picchiotti Classic Bermuda Ketch."

"You know that means absolutely nothing to me, right?"

"Just wanted to impress you with my big words."

You watched as Steve tied all the ropes and raised the sail. While he was working you applied sunscreen and watched as reached for different things, his shirt lifting and-

You need to stop. You think to yourself.

Once you're on the water you rid yourself of your dress and lay down in the sun, pulling out a book.

"Having fun?" You hear Steve ask.

"Living my Mamma Mia dream." You sigh, basking in the sun.

"Mamma Mia?" He glances at you.

"Yeah, the movie, they used all ABBA songs."

"I know what ABBA is, but what's Mamma Mia?"

"No." You look at him in disbelief, propping yourself on your elbows, "Oh my god, you're serious!"

"I'm sorry?" He looks at you with a confused expression.

"You should be!" You laugh, "We're watching it when we get back."

"Alright then." He agrees with a smile.

"Tell me when you get hungry, I've got a surprise for you."

"This isn't when you kill me and dump me into the ocean, right?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Again, don't plan on killing you," He smiles then it suddenly drops, "Yet."

"Killed by a rich man on his boat." You raise your hands as if it was on a billboard, "Sounds like a good way to go."

"At least you have standards." He laughs, sitting next to you. "What are you reading?"

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Yeah, I would." He snatches the book out of your hands, before reading the back, He sits in silence as his eyes glance over the page. He looks at you while you give him a smirk.

"You sure?"

"I see you have high standards in other categories as well."

"Wouldn't you like to know." You repeat yourself with a sly smile, stealing your book back. "I'll let you read it when I'm done."

"Can't wait." He sends you a wink and stands up, turning and asking, "Drink?"

"Yes please." You smile up at him. He comes back with two Margaritas in hand, "Thank you."

"Of course." He sits and you've noticed he's taken his shirt off. You try your hardest to keep your eyes on the pages of your book but you can't help but let them wander.

Twenty minutes later Steve comes out with plates and lays them on a picnic blanket, "I asked Mia what your favorite food was and she was very specific."

You almost melt when you see him lay out all of your favorite food. "Steve."

"Yes-," He pauses, his face almost panicked, "Wait did she mess with me?"

"No, no." You stand when he sets the plates down with a sigh of relief. You engulf him in a hug, he seems shocked by it but after a moment he wraps his arms around your waist, and you whisper. "Thank you so much."

"It was nothing."

"No, it wasn't." You don't let go, hugging him tighter, "Maybe to you, but this means a lot, so accept my thanks."

"You're welcome." He whispers into your hair. He slowly lets his hands fall to your waist and you follow suit, your eyes meet and his hands settle in yours. You hold eye contact for what feels like seconds but hours at the same time. You feel your eyes falling lower from his eyes and then to his lips-

Steve clears his throat, quickly stepping away from you, he motions to the food, "Let's eat."

You stay still for a moment then quietly you sit across from him on the blanket.

A couple hours later you find yourself dipping your toes in the water, Steve's already in the water with his life jacket on.

The wind has died so the boat is steady. You are reading your book and you don't notice Steve looking at you, until you feel water on your face and book. You slowly look up, shoving your bookmark into your book. "That's foul."

Steve just smiles, "You'll forgive me."

"No." You stand. up, leaving your book on the ground, "Maybe if you hit me, but my book is next level."

You jump in the water, splashing him in the process. You feel his arms around you before you even touch the surface. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Attacking you with water."

He laughs, "You really shouldn't be in the water without a life jacket."

"But I have you to save me." You give him an innocent smile.

"Hours ago you were asking me if I was finally going to kill you, now you think I'll save you from drowning."

"What can I say," You wrap your arms around his shoulder as he holds your thighs up. "I'm a very trusting person, some may say it's a flaw-"

"I say it's your greatest strength." He says softly.

"Why, thank you kind sir."

The both of you have been waiting for the wind to pick back up, so when you feel it, the both of you take notice, "Let's get back on the boat."

He helps you over to the boat, not letting you swim on your own even though he knows you're fully capable. He lets you up the ladder first, then he follows after.

You spend the rest of the time just watching him in his element.

You make it back right before sunset and he tells you what he plans to order in. "Sushi?"

"Oh, most definitely."

After picking up dinner you and Steve settle on the couch, he clicks on Mamma Mia and you settle so that you can see all of his expressions and the screen.

By the time you've finished your meals you and Steve have moved close to each other on the couch, your legs rest over his and his hand lays over your upper calf.

Throughout the movie he makes comments such as:

"We have the same boat"

"Why does he have tattoos there?"

And

"Why is she singing to a child?"

At the end of the movie he looks at you with wide eyes, "We don't get to know who the father is?!"

"No." You laugh.

"There's DNA tests for a reason." He huffs, you almost burst out in uncontrollably laughter on how serious he is.

"She doesn't want to know, it's three times the love."

"I think it was Bill." he crosses his arms, seemingly studying the credits.

"I'm a firm Sam believer."

"No, He's a cheater, I can't get behind him." He shakes his head, still looking at the TV.

"Just wait until you watch Mamma Mia 2."

His eyes go wide as he looks to you, "There's a second one?!"

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[electraheartangelbaby]

Ummm HELLO? to Chase Atlantic? OMFG

The Song — THE EDIT WITH THAT OUTFIT AND PERFORMANCE 👀👀 WHAT IF I 🤭🤭

[dyleeart]

How s4ep11 should have ended

[flawless-imperfections]

i’d take you back to my house so we could meddle about😏

[sakuravalelp]

A dream land - DP X DC Prompt

Okay, so I was thinking about that episode "Perchance to dream" where Bruce is trapped in a dream world and this, even thought really different, came to my mind.

Danny is king or prince of the infinite realms. He's been working on personalizing/decorating his castle in the infinite realms. When he feels someone walking just outside the castles walls. The thing is, that someone isn't a denizen, they aren't in a corporeal body, but he can feel that they are very much alive and feel distinctly human. He approaches the person to ask why and how they are in the infinite realms, but they fade away before he gets the opportunity.

Clockwork, who was with him at the moment, tells him that the visitor from the living, was just the soul projection of someone that was sleeping, and then refuses to elaborate further. Since it's something that was to do with sleeping, Danny decides to go and ask Nocturn, it seemed like a reasonable assumption that he was the one at fault for the soul projection.

Contrary to what he thought, Nocturn informed Danny that Sleeping soul projection was a natural phenomenon that he didn't control. The land of dreams, ("My domain" - Nocturn reminds him), was in the infinite realm after all, and those who have been close to death sometimes slipped they're whole soul instead of just their mind, and ended up all over the infinite realms.

It isn't too different from a lucid dream for them, the body gets all the benefit of the sleep, the mind feels rested if they had a good time in the realms. Except, if they hurt their soul too bad during their little trip, it would have real consequences. Loosing memories, abilities regression, migraine, pain that reflects the soul damage, all either temporary until the soul healed, or permanent and deteriorating, and in some occasions finishing in the persons death. In the latter, the soul is usually too damaged and cease it's existence, or have enough ectoplasm and emotion to form into ghosts with crack cores whose existence is instantly in danger.

Danny clearly didn't like the image that was painted to him, so he asked Nocturn if there was really nothing that he could do. It took a lot of talking and convincing, but eventually Nocturn admitted he could be able to direct the soul projecting to appear on a certain place, but he refused to babysit anyone. Which was enough for Danny, all he needed to do was make another expansion in his castle.

He decided to make a garden to receive their soul projecting guests. The garden was enormous, with all kinds of spaced within it. Playgrounds, picnic spaces, soft benches, tables with ghost and space teamed board games, fountains, and of course, the beautiful flowers that surrounded and decorated the place. Once he got ghosts with gardening, protection and caring obsessions on the place to look out for the souls, he was ready to receive them. It took him by surprise the amount of people that came, the garden was never crowded, but was never empty either, and souls of all ages and places were visiting at all times.

He kept expanding the garden as he heard of new things their guests wished for. He enjoyed spending time in the middle of the garden where souls passed by but rarely appeared, it was calm, but not completly quite with the background noice of the soul enjoying their dreams, and he could do the more mundane king/prince work. Until, he starts getting a regular visitor on his little space of the garden.

Choose the DC character you prefer, my idea is for people who hasn't died in the past but has been in the doors of death (so died and came back would be disqualified but you do as you prefer), but I'm going with Tim.

The soul of a boy around his age appears just in front of him, as usual when he greets new arriving soul, he welcomes him with a gentle smile and tells him he is free to explore the garden. A ghost taker is assign to him. The soul, as usual, seems confused and like he wished to asks questions, but seems content to ask them to his tour guide, and Danny continues with his own duties.

But then, the same soul continues to appear in the same place every two or three days, they exchange greetings and every time talk for a bit longer before the boy leaves to explore once more. It's rear to have multiple visits from one soul, even more so for said soul to appear in the same place every time. By the four time, Danny decides to take a break on his royal duties and accompany his new friend.

~ They get close, and have cute scenes, Tim asks a lot of questions and Danny answers and not-answers a lot of questions ~

One day, Tim shows up as usual, but he is in full Red Robin costume, and well, Danny wasn't expecting an identity reveal.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

On the Bats side:

There's an attack of some villain that's able to put Red Robin (or character of your choice) on a sleeping beauty type of sleep while carrying a serious injury, were he stays sleep until teammates or backup gets him out of it. The event affects his soul, making him disconnect partially from the land of dreams and making his soul sleep project almost every time he sleeps.

Tim starts sleeping more often. It's worrying at first, Bruce being paranoid does every test in the book, despite Tim saying he's just finding sleep easier now. But, he was just affected by sleeping magic and suddenly his sleeping easier? Seems like a side effect, and that makes it worrying.

Tim's health in general improve, just like he's concentration and productivity. Who would have thought that working rested actually was more productive than working on less than three hours of sleep and missing obvious details and clues due to how tired you are.

With everything not only being okay, but better than before, paranoia about Tim's new sleeping schedule soon dies, and instead is replaced with teasing about how he used to refuse to rest kicking and screaming, and now he may sleep more than any of them.

On Tim's side, he's loving being able to soul project so often. He knew from the start he was in a different dimension, and he just wanted to know the hows, whys, and everything else. So far, he seems to do it at least once every three days, and he's even gone two times in a row a couple of times.

The garden had a lot of things to do, but Tim doesn't care about that, he's more interested in all the information he's getting. The first 3 times he was given different ghost nanny's, who were more focus on entertaining him and didn't really answer direct question. But then king/prince Phantom decided to accompany him personally, and everything went smoother. He was going back to get to know more about this new world, and maybe to know more about the cute prince/king too. He might also have gotten some better looking pajamas.

Now, he has a mission that takes more than a couple days with some people in his team that hasn't yet sen his face. He didn't realize how difficult it would be to do all nighters after getting used to a sleep schedule. He would usually try to go as long as possible without sleeping, but he decides that he should take advantage of the safety of where they're staying and sleep a bit too. He ended up soul projecting in full Red Robin costume. He tried to play it cool, maybe Phantom wouldn't know it was him.

"Red Robin, even if you didn't appear on the same spot as always, I can feel your soul. I know who you are."

[jasi-jx]

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ 𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗗𝗟𝗘 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 (ft. kenma kozume)

𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗺𝗮 𝗸𝗼𝘇𝘂𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 !

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ Kenma realized and comprehended and then accepted that he has a crush on you about three months after you met.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ At first, he just intentionally or unintentionally stared at you, it wasn’t a creepy stare more like just watching you do stuff.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ You never actually noticed him staring as he would turn his head away the second you faced his way.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ He usually kept his interactions with you at a minimum, never actually tried to come up and talk to you unless you did first.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ But he listened more to people when they we’re talking about you, whether it’s something you did, things you like or anything about you in general.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ In a month or two he had a pretty good amount of information about you without even you telling him. In order to not seem like a total stalker he didn’t mention anything you didn’t tell him.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ Kuroo picked up on Kenma’s unusual interest in you first, both catching him staring and actually lifting his head up to hear things about you. Kenma quickly brushed off his ideas.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ His analytical and observant personality came in handy with you. He would quickly pick up on your expressions to get an idea of what you are feeling in situations.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ After he started to realize that he might have a crush on you, he didn’t talk to you for a week but started going back to normal after that.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ Kuroo gave him advice (which Kenma did not ask for) on how to flirt and make you fall for him.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ Slowly he actually thought of breaking out of his personality and acting different to get closer with you.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ But once he saw you looking off to the side with a slight blush on your cheeks, while he was being his normal self, he felt his chest feel warm.

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🐈 ／ ⋆ ۪ The moment where everyone else on the team realized their genius setter has a crush was when Kenma said something along the lines of “(name) would have done that.” out loud. Which was followed by Kuroo’s teasing.