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meyousing · 2 years ago

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𝔾𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕦, 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕃𝕚𝕖

𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤: your number one goal in life is to reach the top of your class and become one of the best sorcerers. you refuse to let other trivial matters like being a socialite and going out to parties act as distractions, though a chance encounter with an old crush changes that for you.

𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤: getou x reader, best friend oc mention, getou is reader’s classmate, implied stalking, nsfw, coercion/manipulation, virginity loss, spelling geto with the u because autocorrect is annoying ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. All nsfw or dark content is below the cut.

You were someone who was known by your classmates to be shy, with topics as obscure to you as purity or innocence being ones that you chose to remain blissfully ignorant about. They had rarely ever crossed your mind; your priorities were solely focused on your sorcery and future above all else, even if this meant that your already minimal social life had to suffer. Your few friends would sometimes gossip about doing suggestive things with their male classmates that just went right over your head, but it didn’t bother you. The only training that mattered to you was that of your cursed technique, aiming to perfect it and eventually be at the top of your class. That way, you’d be able to establish yourself as someone who wound up successful in their endeavours. A once bashful girl who only needed her skills to wow her peers and make friends, no introductions needed.

What a dream you thought to yourself, drawing in a sharp breath as your weapon recoiled. You stood alone in the field while adjusting your stance, currently working on controlling how much energy you put into each unique strike, creating your own hierarchy of moves that you planned on bringing into battle. As someone who kept to themselves and focused on themselves, you never really noticed when someone’s eyes were on you, or when they would follow you.

“Yo, you coming?!” Gojo called out, grabbing the attention of nearly everyone in the vicinity as he leaned eagerly out of the exit doorway. Getou shook his head, not bothering to turn away from what had piqued his interest in the fields.

“Boring. I’ll see you tomorrow then” Gojo’s voice faded as he sped off in record time, in an apparent rush to whatever plans he had made that Getou really couldn’t care less about right now. His hands rested in his pockets as he watched you cast your weapon over and over again. He could see so many corrections, your clumsy movements and overzealous stance were comedic as the ultimate show of juxtaposition. Though in most displays like this, the subject always had potential in their techniques, and you were no exception. In fact, Getou knew that if he himself were to coach you, you would be of perfect use to him–or rather, on the right path, in no time. Today was finally the right day, he started taking steps to approach you. Just as he felt that he was within a fair talking distance, someone else beat him to it. Despite being a loner, you did have one friend who could be considered your best, as she never seemed to leave you alone.

“Are you done yet?!” Takara shouted from behind you, and you turned just in time to see that she was running at you. You were frozen for a moment from how quickly she approached, the hug she gave knocking the wind out of you. Her arms clasped around your front as she nuzzled her head against yours to get a rise out of you, though you never minded her endearments, since it showed that she was the one friend in your small group who truly cared for you, no matter how often you decided to be a recluse to everyone. You steadied yourself and held onto her arm, an airy laugh leaving you.

Getou’s eye twitched at the sight.

“I guess I am now” you grinned, knowing that Takara usually approached you at this time to sweep you away for some activity. She giggled in her typical upbeat way, releasing you from the hug only to take you by the arm and start dragging you along, babbling about what she had planned for the night. Getou managed to overhear the word popcorn, leaving him to assume that you two would be watching a movie.

His gaze followed your figures as they grew more and more distant, until you rounded a corner and were then fully out of sight. He let out a quiet sigh. Getou had been keeping an eye on you for quite awhile now, it was hard for anyone to miss a solitary body throwing a weapon around for hours on end in the same place each day. He thought that this was the perfect opportunity; he was certain that he had timed his advance properly, and he should have been able to beat your friend to the draw, with Getou being the one to whisk you away instead.

Takara was somewhat known among your class. Her skills were nothing to write home about, though she stood out as a socialite among your peers which made up for her lack of prowess. Why you chose to waste any of your schedule with her at all was beyond Getou. You were undeniably disciplined considering how often you were out practicing, and the time that you did spend with Takara couldn’t technically be called a waste…but to Getou, leisurely productivity could come from you spending time with just about anyone else��preferably him, but a personality like Takara’s was simply a bad influence on you. She hadn’t yet turned you into someone like herself who prioritized her reputation over her work, but Getou knew that didn’t mean she couldn’t. He would have liked to learn more about you, to discover whether you truly were someone who could so easily be swayed that way or not. He supposed that would have to come another day, stifling a yawn as he decided that he would catch up with Gojo after all.

You grimaced as Takara smoothed the slimy face mask against your skin, keeping your eyes tightly shut. You heard her laugh and then her hands left your face, peeling an eye open to watch as she grabbed the remote and melted back into the couch, surfing the channels in hopes of finding something good to watch.

“The selection sucks right now. Is there anything you’re in the mood for?” She turned her head lazily, perking up as she added “and don’t say you’re in the mood to go back to training!” You only laughed and shook your head, choosing to mimic her actions and relax into the couch yourself, sighing heavily. Perhaps it was the calming lavender scent emanating from the face mask, but you didn’t mind taking an extended rest at this moment.

“Not happening, nothing could move me off of this couch right now.” Your gaze was fixed toward the television’s browsing screen, spacing out, your muscles softening up. Some silence passed and you considered questioning it, when Takara’s face slowly panned into your view, her utterly bewildered expression making you lift a brow.

“...Who are you and what have you done with Y/N?” You rolled your eyes and tried to suppress the smile threatening to take over your lips, only shoving Takara away with no real malice and squirming to get even comfier against the cushions.

“I don’t ever get to relax like this, let me live” you joked, leaning your head back to stretch your neck. “Usually I just train and sleep so I can keep training, so let me have this.”

“Okay. Then that just means I get to ask you anything I’ve ever wanted to know about you…I’ll never have this opportunity again!” Takara clapped her hands and moved to sit with her legs criss-crossed. You decided that you would humour her, as long as it meant you could continue to loosen up.

“Why do you train so much?!” Her arms flew out exasperatedly, followed by a groan. “Sorry if I sound a little blunt here, but you and I seem to get equal praise even though you do, like, a bajillion times more work than I’ve ever done. Is that not frustrating?”

You felt unsure about telling her the real reason; the want to have an easier social life from your impressive skill alone. You only shrugged, deciding to make something up since you weren’t in any mood to pick apart this issue that you were certain she would go into depth with; she had done so many times in the past when you mentioned something that seemed emotional for you.

“I just like getting stronger. I can feel it, literally.” Lifting your arm towards her, you gave a subpar flex, Takara’s fingers instantly reaching up to poke at the muscle of your bicep. Personally, you didn’t really feel that much of a difference in your muscles from before your training to now, but the widening of Takara’s eyes as she prodded at your arm was amusing nonetheless.

“Okay okay, fair enough” she smirked, and you had assumed that this smirk was meant to match the playfulness of her tone, though the way she sat up straighter and leaned closer to you clued you into how that was not the case.

“What boys in our class do you have your eye on?”

You let out an exaggerated groan that she giggled at. Both of you were well aware that your interaction with anyone else in your class was infinitesimal, let alone your interaction with the guys. She seemed to read your mind at the moment that you thought this, quickly following up what she said last.

“You can’t tell me there isn’t anyone that you, at the very least, have looked at and thought: hey, he’s kinda cute. Even if it was just for a second! I know I’m not wrong!” She crossed her arms defiantly, leaving you in silence until you chose to answer. For once, rather than brush this question off entirely, you contemplated for a second. That being said, giving an answer was tough, since this would be the first time that you didn’t ignore it. Your eyes closed, feeling Takara’s weight shift closer to you as they did, indicating that even she was intrigued by your consideration.

You tried to envision your classmates, your attention was so rarely on anyone other than your teacher and their lessons that it was a bit of a struggle to remember those around you. The first person that you thought of was Satoru Gojo, everyone knew him–as if they had a choice. He had even spoken to you a few times before, so he was certainly hard to forget. With Gojo in your mind, another figure materialized in your imagination beside him. The guy that was basically always by his side, with dark hair that he kept tidy in a bun. His name escaped you, but his face was memorable. He always looked alluring, even at rest, where he didn’t seem like he was trying to look that way. You could recall making awkward eye contact with him a couple of times; the thought making you cringe physically, which Takara took notice to.

“Who’s that guy that’s always with Gojo?” you regretted asking immediately, suddenly gaining some lucidity as you remembered that you were with Takara. Her eyes bulged out of her head, gaining a death grip on the plush of the couch as she braced herself to yell:

“Suguru Getou?!”

Hearing his name refreshed your memory instantly, recalling how he had always been present on the occasions where you and Gojo had some interaction. Gojo would always call for Getou to try and join in on the conversation but he would just nod out politely, waiting out in the hall for his friend until he was done with pestering you.

Takara remained awfully quiet after her exclamation, almost worrying you. She looked deep in thought, with a melodramatic hand on her chin. You spoke her name, your voice jolting her slightly as she returned your stare.

“I don’t know that much about him, I’m bummed. I thought I’d be able to help you out more.” She deflated, her voice whiny and borderline childish as she flopped over onto the couch, head landing on your lap. You were about to lean forward to look down at her, when she shot back up just as quickly as she had fallen; your heads nearly collided. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t get to know him for you! Oh-ho-ho, this is gonna be so good.” She reached over for her phone, thumbs jamming into the screen eagerly as you sat dumbfounded.

“Uh…what’s gonna be good?”

“Party!” was all she said, eyes not leaving her phone once, not even as you exclaimed with another “uh?!” completely stupefied.

“You know who you’re talking to when you say that, right?” you queried after some silence, irritated by Takara’s unchanging expression. Did she really expect you to agree to a party when she already had to beg you for tonight’s hangout?

“Yup! It’s gonna be after class tomorrow, as long as Gojo agrees with that. He’s definitely gonna bring Getou without me even asking him to…maybe some more people too since he knows, like, everyone.”

“So what makes you think I’m going?” Your head tilted in rhetorical curiosity. You thought that Takara would have been smart enough to know it wasn’t gonna happen, but her next words really did make you think and start weighing your options.

“Getou is going. This could be your only chance to get to know him, you recluse.”

Her tone was joking, but her words struck you deeply, because they were the truth. You know for a fact that without the assistance of another person–like Takara–if someone you felt interested in didn’t approach you first, you’d simply never meet. Despite being heavily disciplined, no matter how many times you tried to deny it; deep down in your heart there was a longing to be wanted, in the very way that you pretended you didn’t care about.

You didn’t say anything else to Takara, your mind was suddenly too preoccupied with the different choices of what you could plan on wearing to the party tomorrow.

The rest of your night, however, was memorable for once. In your past hangouts, you would impatiently wait for the hours to go by, appeasing Takara but feeling eager to get home and fall asleep on time so you could wake up early the next day and get back to training. Today was technically no different, you had just finished your training for a few hours in the morning before classes, then after classes; you’d go for a bit more before the party.

You stretched your arms above your head as you walked to the change rooms with some pep in your step, recalling how you relented to Takara last night, even flat-out admitting your excitement for the event and your anticipation of gathering with Getou and his friends; finally having a formal meeting with him once and for all. A fond smile graced your cheeks while thinking back to Takara’s happy dance when she realized you were being serious.

Maybe reviving your social life wouldn’t have such a bad impact after all, maybe you really could make time for friends and training without losing anything. Talking about it with Takara made you feel so elated, especially when you envisioned yourself later tonight, sitting with Getou on a couch and getting to know each other while everyone else partied on. You had to at least give it this one chance.

You noticed that the change room was empty as you slid your shoes and socks off–as you expected. Nobody else was ever out training at this time of day. You thrived in settings like this, enjoying the solitude and humming a tune as you pulled your sweat-soaked shirt off and strode over to the showers. You tossed it onto the floor since you were alone, but still made a brief mental note to pick it up after you got your water ready. You twisted the knob and held your hand under the stream, waiting until you were content with the heat before pulling it away and flicking your fingers dry. The sound of the water pattering against the drain must have blocked out all other sounds; more specifically, the sound of the change room door opening. You were oblivious as you turned around and bent down to pick up your top, suddenly frozen on the spot at the sound of a voice that rang out clearly beyond the other noise; a voice that was a bit too deep considering the setting.

“Hey Y/N.”

You didn’t recognize this voice at all, so how did they know your name? You chose to stay still. Even though being bent over and shirtless made you feel completely vulnerable, your position was also ideal for you to spring into a surprise attack if you deemed it necessary. Your lack of reply acted as an invitation to the other person as they walked close enough for you to see their shoes, which were plain and black, barely helping you identify them any better.

“...You need some help there?”

Ignore it. You just knew that whoever this was should not have been here, you had to avoid interaction and keep it minimal so they would leave sooner. You were so focused on your abstinence towards not moving a muscle, that you successfully went rigid when the person leaned down to grab your shirt, plucking it off of the ground, then standing back up straight. You contemplated your next move for a bit too long, ultimately deciding to slowly stand up as well. They didn’t seem hostile, and you figured it would be wise to stay at eye level–to not give them the upper hand in something as miniscule as eye contact.

“There you go.”

He outstretched his arm so you could take your top back, and all you could do was stare in… shock? awe? What the hell was Suguru Getou doing in the girls locker room?!

His brows raised when you failed to respond, head teetering to one side. Your jaw was hanging open, your eyes and mind unable to see or comprehend anything else other than the man standing in front of you. With your gaze locked on him, you could see his eyes as they started panning down, which made you snap out of your daze in remembrance of how you looked right now. Your cheeks flushed ruby red, ears ringing and burning hot as you had entirely forgotten that you’d been dressed in half of your uniform, your chest only protected by your bra. He blinked, and likely missed how quickly your hand had whipped out to take your shirt back, holding it against your chest with your arms crossed.

“Thank you” you managed to strain out, voice croaking at the start which you tried to cover with an embarrassing clear of your throat. “Um… what are you doing in here?”

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you. It was starting to feel like I’d never get a chance with how often Takara’s been whisking you away any time I tried.” He rolled his eyes as he said this, not even allowing you any time to question why he had a need to speak with you, since you had never truly conversed with each other before–he shouldn’t have had any reason to. He continued on, making you realize that you misinterpreted his eye roll as being playful, his next words correcting you; he actually seemed annoyed.

“You’re not going to that party of hers tonight, are you?” his tone matched that of a disapproving parent, eyes judgemental as he stared you down in wait for your answer. His aura made you shrink, unsure of how you should reply, and what he would consider a good or bad one.

“...Why?”

“You’re too mature for stuff like that, I’ve seen you out in the field. You’ve been wise, keeping busy with training. I’m very impressed by you”

That made you blush even more, you were surprised that he hadn’t flat out asked you why your face looked like it was about to explode. Those words coming from him were enough for you to think screw the party! him being the one person you were interested in made his praise that much sweeter. You were shocked that he even noticed you at all, most people were either too used to seeing you out practicing to give a second thought, or made fun of you for being out all the time, judging your seeming lack of friends to spend the extra time with. Getou’s praise was something refreshing, you wished you could hear more of it from him; to hear what else he thought.

“Thank you, that really means a lot coming from you.” You avoided his eyes, much too flustered by now to be able to handle him gazing at you so casually in opposition for a moment longer. Your downcast view caught sight of his shoes shifting forward, and now he was standing much closer than he had been a second ago. Maybe a bit too close, since you couldn’t see anything past his body due to the proximity; looking up to be met face-on with his chest.

“Why does it mean more if it comes from me?” He teased, shrugging slightly. “I’m definitely not as disciplined as you, I don’t doubt your ability to beat me if we chose to have a one on one.”

Maybe your honesty wasn’t your best trait, since you seemed to have dug yourself into a hole with no exit aside from completely admitting your little crush on him. You couldn’t even say something simple like “ because I admire you!” since you barely knew the guy. The battle in your brain commenced about what kind of vague response you could come up with, causing you to space out of the scene in front of you, the few seconds of silence on your part being broken by a light chuckle from Getou.

“You know, that blush of yours is starting to spread down to your tits” he smirked, eyeing your chest shamelessly. You hadn’t noticed that your arms were loosening their hold, much more of your upper half becoming exposed than you wanted. The bluntness of what he said made you choke on air, hands shaking as you moved to cover yourself again. As you did, you felt Getou grip your wrist, his fingers wrapped around it putting you into a stasis. He released you from the hold yet you remained in place, and his hand was too swift when he pressed his cool palm against your chest, above your breasts and just under your throat. His hand covered nearly the entire expanse of skin, and your heart began thrumming faster.

“Skin’s getting pretty hot, too. Maybe you should make it a cold shower” he was way too smug as he teased you, much too composed considering the circumstances. Your lips opened and closed as you tried to find your voice, to form any kind of response now whether it was vague or not–when he left your senses completely in a matter of seconds. The sound of him slipping out of his shoes and stepping past you was cloudy, but the light noise was enough to bring you back to some kind of reality as you peered over your shoulder to watch him. He leaned his side against the wall beside the shower with his back to you, fingers working to untie the bun in his hair, mesmerizing you as it flooded down his body smoothly. You could only gawk, still bewildered and trying to decipher what the hell was going on here. He leered back at you from over his shoulder as well, hands toying with the bottom of his shirt before pulling it off, carelessly dropping it at his side. He turned around to face you and crossed his arms over his now bare chest.

“You coming?”

Your expression was unchanging, barely able to process what he just asked, and what kind of implications were behind it. When he noticed how long you were in this state for, he made an irritated face that could only be described as the embodiment of “come on.” He strode back over to you, slowly taking your hands in his and leading you to the water. Your long-forgotten shirt fell to your feet again, which felt like they were encased in cement, dragging reluctantly as you followed his movements.

You were so out of it right now, vision fuzzy as you doubted your reality. Was Getou really in the girls locker room with you right now? He knew who you were and had for a while, like some secret admirer? He was bringing you to the shower, to what… have sex with him?!

His hands were still cold as they interlocked with yours, which felt as if they were on fire. The chill of his skin sent something through you then, body shuddering as it grounded you and brought you back. You halted, stabilizing yourself in place, making him stop with you. He gave you a puzzled look, your sight clearing as you returned his gaze.

“We can’t do this…and not here” you murmured, voice frail and unsure. You hadn’t even had your first kiss yet, why were you letting this guy try to shower with you? Getou surveyed you incredulously, making you feel small and even more embarrassed with the situation overall. Then he laughed.

“Come on, it’s just a shower. I only wanna help you get cleaned up before class. That shirt was so soaked it was transparent, I could already see your chest that whole time. Thought I’d spare you from getting too shy on me by not saying anything right away.”

Shame washed over you, as if you could have helped any part of your predicament aside from being in any other place at any other time. Though from how he made it sound, you were sure that he would have found and cornered you anywhere you went, you had no clue of how long he had been keeping tabs on you. In this instance, he was a judicious opportunist. You had nowhere to run.

Despite your anxiety with this inescapable predicament, you couldn’t help but recall the little infatuation you had with him. You really would consider doing something like this if you were able to get to know him better, and you couldn’t deny the magnetism dripping from him, especially with how he looked before you now: his ebony hair loose and silky in opposition to the bun he usually confined it in, his defined torso on display and extremely close to your own bare skin. Aware of your own hidden desire for him that you’ve harboured for a while, you couldn’t have known that the feeling was mutual if not for him being here right now. Knowing and thinking about this–that he somehow liked you back–for some reason or another, it made you trust him more. It made you feel like doing this could be some sort of start, a stepping stone into something greater. You chewed your lip for a moment before swallowing a nervous lump in your throat, forcing yourself to look right into his eyes.

“Just a shower? That’s all?”

His eyes seemed to flash with something indiscernible; he must have been glad that you finally agreed.

“That’s all.”

You exhaled before nodding in finality, returning the bit of strength his grasp once had in yours, hinting at him to lead the way. He did so with ease, walking backwards with his eyes never leaving yours. He stopped when he could feel mist splashing against his back from the shower, promptly pushing his hands to the waistband of your uniform skirt. Your body tensed helplessly, you wanted to relax but going from no interaction with any man to being nude with one was extremely nerve wracking. Getou seemed attentive before, though he unbuttoned and slid your skirt off so quickly, releasing you momentarily to remove his own pants in such record time that you were caught completely off guard. Things were moving a bit too quickly now. He stood closer to you and slid his hands up your back, fingertips meeting at the band of your bra and unclasping it with mastery. The haste of his actions started dizzying you, legs wobbly as you felt your bra fall off, straps landing in the crease of your elbows when you reached up to grab at Getou’s shoulders, trying to balance yourself.

“Please slow down” you breathed, closing your eyes at the same time that the cold air of your breath blew over your hardening nipples, too mortified to see what you knew would be Getou ogling at your breasts again. He didn’t answer you right away, instead his hands left your skin briefly before you felt his fingers hook into the top of your panties and pull them down, letting them fall to your ankles. You winced at this but remained still with your eyes shut, hearing the rustling of fabric that you assumed was him removing his own undergarments, leaving you both completely nude and exposed to one another.

“You don’t want to be late to class, do you? We can’t take too long here” he spoke matter-of-factly, making it hard for you to try and counter him in any way. You said nothing else, refusing to open your eyes as Getou pulled your bra off of your arms before his hands settled on your waist, moving you back with him into the shower and under the water. You had no choice but to let him move you as he pleased, obeying as he whispered a command to turn around and put your back against his chest. His hands glided up from your waist to your arms and eventually found themselves in your hair, his fingers weaving to detangle the strands and massage your scalp. The sensation was therapeutic, your head naturally tilting as you leaned further into him. Your body slumped and you ended up pressing more than just your back against him without realizing it; feeling something hard press into the plush of your asscheek. You may have been (unknowingly) naive, but you weren’t dumb enough not to know what that was. You lifted your body, tensing once more as you muttered a frantic apology while attempting to pull yourself off of him completely, to create some space between yourselves after something so embarrassing just happened. You only managed to move maybe an inch away before Getou’s arms wrapped around your waist and jerked you flush against him. His arms were like a locked cage, you tried to wriggle away, yet even the slick created by the water didn’t help as he trapped you in.

“Why are you apologizing? I liked it” his smirk was audible beside your ear, resting his chin on your shoulder as he waited for your thrashing to subside. His words caught you off guard, successfully stopping your movements and leaving you without a clue of what to say. When he was certain that you’d remain still, he moved a hand to take one of yours, pulling it behind you and guiding it as he wrapped your fingers around his cock. Your stomach flipped.

“This is what you do to me every time I see you training, knowing the dedication that you have. You’re gonna be so perfect by my side” he rasped, his words heavy with a meaning that you couldn’t have known the extent of. He sighed quietly as he shifted your hand to start stroking him, his grip firm around yours to keep it the way he liked it. Your mind grew muddled at everything that was happening; his praise, the implication of you being at his side, and the ministrations you were performing on him. Despite the haze you managed to keep the pace of your hand, even twisting your wrist each time your fingers shaped around his tip. He groaned against your shoulder, letting you move by your own accord as he placed his hands on your hips and began walking you forward to one of the shower walls, pressing you against it. You puffed as your hot body made contact with the freezing tile, warm cheek squishing against it and your skin lighting up in goosebumps, making your hand falter. Getou started rocking into the rhythm of your fist, his hands starting to squeeze your hips. You could feel his lips against your shoulder, his teeth coming out to nip as he suckled at your skin, moving his way up to leave bruises on what minimal parts of your neck were exposed due to the position you were in. You whimpered at the feeling of his canines poking you, body writhing.

“I-I thought this was just going to be a shower–” you muttered, your actions contrasting your worried tone as you focused to continue pleasuring him.

“After” was all he whispered, reaching between your legs to start running his fingers up and down your slit, teasing your entrance then pressing in each time his fingertips moved up to your clit. Your legs wobbled unexpectedly, nearly falling down if you hadn’t taken both of your hands to hold yourself up against the wall. Getou didn’t seem to mind, using his free hand to start stroking himself instead as he kept his fingers on your clit, rubbing sensual circles into it. You started melting into the feeling and released a pleased sigh, your back arching and fists balling up as they pressed into the tile before you.

You then felt something unfamiliar pressing against your pussy, realizing that it was his cock a moment too late when he started pushing it inside. You cried out and reached out to grab at him, as if to push him away and silently demand that he prepare you more before going in so quickly like that. He only took hold of your forearm and folded it against your back, giving one last shove of his cock so he was in you to the hilt. Being stretched out like this was completely foreign to you, completely unlike the feeling of your fingers as you recalled the very few times you would allow yourself to masturbate before falling asleep if you were having difficulty. You had no clue what to expect for your first time, confused as to why he was unmoving since you assumed that to be the main part of sex.

“You’re not gonna move?” you asked weakly, pussy squeezing around him involuntarily. You couldn’t see him well at all from your position, only catching a glimpse of his lips turning up as he raised his head, his chest making contact with your back.

“Already? You must put out more than I thought you did.”

“W-what?! I’ve never done this before–” a sharp rock of his hips dug him deeper into you, a sob cutting you off as his tip pecked your cervix already.

“I’m only joking” he chuckled, pressing a contrastingly tender kiss to your cheek as he dragged his cock out halfway before plunging it back in and hitting a spot that jolted you. “I know you haven’t done this before, you’re this wet and I’ve barely even touched you. You must’ve felt it when you saw me checking you out earlier, huh?” The end of his question tapered off into a rumbly moan as he started thrusting at a smooth pace. His words didn’t lie, his cock slipped in and out of you with ease because of how soaked you were–and not from the shower.

“Am I wrong?” he asked suddenly, a hand fisting in the ends of your hair to pull your head back, so his voice could be right beside your ear–inescapable. You could only shake your head, any words dying on your tongue as you keened every time he rammed into your g-spot. He let out a laugh, your moans prompting him to pick up the pace and push a bit harder with each thrust.

The change made something inside of you snap, heat flooding your lower half as you writhed and whined, shaking like a leaf while you came.

“That was fast” Getou’s voice was sultry, his movements slowing down to adjust to your needs as you wriggled against him during the aftershocks of your orgasm. When your moans turned into huffs to refill your lungs and your muscles unwound themselves, Getou slid his hands to grasp your waist and support your limpening body before he sped his thrusts up again, pulling your hips back to meet each one. Your cry was high pitched as he did, legs squeezing together as if to push him away yet he had no trouble keeping them apart.

“I’m close, just relax, we’re almost done” his voice faltered, thrusts becoming sporadic as his nails dug into your skin. All you could do was try to stay upright as he used you, the constant push against your cervix sending sparks through you each time he rocked in, now that your walls were used to his size. Eventually his motions eased and he sputtered your name, stumbling against you; bodies completely moulded together as he released inside of you. The warm feeling of his cum in your guts made your stomach stir, and whether it was from the eroticism or worry that this filled you with, you couldn’t tell.

“There, all done.” He heaved, patting your ass in an endearing way before hastily pulling himself out of you.

Now that you were coming back to your senses, a churning guilt and borderline disgust started to engulf you as you could see Getou cleaning himself off under the water in your periphery. Why did you just do that?! You tried to focus on the feeling of relief now that it was over and pretend it never happened, instead forcing yourself to think about how now it was time for the shower that he claimed this would have been from the start. Your legs wobbled as you flipped onto your back, still needing the support of the wall as you faced him. Getou spared you half a glance when he heard you rustling, his expression aloof as he turned around abruptly, walking over to pick up his clothes and… was he leaving?

“Hey!” you croaked, forcing yourself to stand fully on your feet as you brought insecure arms over your breasts, quivering legs crossing to cover yourself as if he hadn’t just split you open and seen all of you already. “Where are you going?” you whimpered. Getou craned his neck lazily to observe you from over his shoulder.

“You can have your shower now. I can’t be in the girl’s locker room for any longer than this, it’s against the rules.” He shrugged, facing away from you again while dressing himself. You stood astonished, nausea overcoming you as you slammed a hand against the wall so as to not fall over. The sound made his ears twitch, he looked back again as he tied his damp hair into the same bun as always. You looked rather pathetic, it made Getou chuckle, seeing the once strong-willed, strict girl reduced to nearly nothing as you struggled to even stand up straight by yourself.

“Keep working hard and maybe we can shower together again another time.”

With that, you heard the change room door swing open and shut just as quickly, leaving you alone with nothing but your thoughts and a dull ache between your now sticky thighs.

Getou walked with his hands in his pockets, a smug grin across his face as he walked back to the vending machines where Gojo had been waiting for him. Seeing Getou made Gojo groan dramatically, meeting him halfway with slumped shoulders.

“I’d never make you wait that long if I had to go get something. Couldn’t you have waited till later? You’re cutting it close!”

The school bell ringing punctuated Gojo’s complaints, his face turning defiant as he started off to class, making Getou roll his eyes and follow behind, considering Gojo’s question as he did. Maybe he could have waited until tonight’s party to take what he wanted, but there was no guarantee that you’d actually show up, given your reputation. Doing it here instead was a success, it let him learn just how malleable you were.

He chose to stay silent and shrug in response, sending Gojo off onto a tangent that Getou could only tune out as he wondered whether he would see you tonight at Takara’s place, even after everything that just happened. He hoped that he hadn’t scared you off just yet. After all, there was still so much more for him to learn about you if you were to be the one by his side in his new world.

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thenightlymirror · 1 year ago

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Woke up pissed about AI, and what will be funny in hindsight is that I was already thinking in terms of “writing a post” about it.

So, within the next few years, which is to say, already, every time we open an app, or use a tool or some appliance, because of AI, we will be constantly negotiating, which is to say, arguing, with our tools as we use them. It annoys me so much that you won’t be making choices anymore, but constantly assisted as you operate. Even as I type now, I’m negotiating constantly with autocorrect to help me type this. Which is to say, I’ve already been trained to be in constant negotiation with my supposed tools.

My initial impression of this is the annoyance of dealing not with the intelligence of machines, but their stupidity. If every object I use is guessing at what I’ll do as I’m doing it, really, it’s challenging my decisions as I’m making them. Every object does this, but AI is different in that it takes the normal level of predictably out of, say, skateboarding down the street. I suppose driving down a road that slightly twists up at the sides to help you on curves is a similar idea, but AI is a road that twists based on what it believes you will do.

The point is, you will no longer be making decisions alone, your decisions will essentially be made for you before you realize they’ve been asked. The AI trains you. The user interface trains you. Your intelligence becomes mostly artificial. What will be left, is a sort of convenience exhaustion that is somehow even stronger than the alienation we feel now, and a kind of haplessness when presented with “dumb” tools.

I realize that no tool is a “dumb” tool, and our mind is already pre-constructed by our technologies before we are aware of what we want to do. But I’m just already so sick of it. I guess it just never occurred to me that the point of artificial intelligence is to end human intelligence.

Of course, I want to say individual intelligence, but of course an individual’s intelligence is mostly social already. I guess you could argue about if capitalism has given us more individual intelligence or less. You are individuated, isolated, you read a book and read another individual’s thoughts and it reconstructs you into a narrator, and then the factory and the movie theater, the TV, and the user interface, the search engine, Wikipedia, Excel, Facebook, Twitter reconstructs you. Tumblr reconstructs you. Imagine how social media has turned us into people shouting in rage at some imagined Big Other. Every time I open Facebook, I just want to scream at my sedentary liberal friends. In a way that shows how not mad I am. Always the same frustrated urge.

So I post here instead.

So I have a smart phone that directs my urges to different platforms. One day it will be listening to what’s happening to me and direct me to let it out in one of a handful of nightlymirror posts that we are already all familiar with. Would you like to me to remember your dream for you, theysir? A rant about your isolation, theysir? What kind of math is that theysir on, sir, I mean theysir?

Anyway. I was thinking more about wiggly hammers, and not iPhones. (I didn’t capitalize that, the AI did.)

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punkscowardschampions · 1 month ago

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Ruster pt.2

Rio: Why’s your sister throwing an absolute fit in my inbox?

Buster: Ask her

Rio: I would if she wasn’t ranting so autocorrect can’t keep up

Rio: Why did you set her on me, make out I’ve been bitching about her hardcore

Buster: Why can’t she handle her drink and/or drugs? We’re genetically disposed to a higher level of tolerance than she manages

Rio: That’s racist, today of all days

Buster: My parents are Scouse, you’ll have to aim different accusations

Rio: You’ve no clue what your ma is and your dad is at least half Irish

Rio: you’re the man throwing out accusations, for no good reason

Buster: The reason being you wanted me in London, today of all days

Rio: Because you can’t see me, so you can’t be here

Rio: it’s my home, you get to leave when you’ve blown through and had your fun

Buster: It’s half my home, if you want to play the numbers game

Buster: and you don’t get to dictate to me when I can and can’t be there

Rio: It’s where your 2nd house is

Rio: so what, you take all the good holidays and leave me with easter? I think not

Buster: What’s wrong with Easter? You look good in pastels and you love going to church

Rio: It’s no fun, you want to have all the fun

Buster: You’re the one having it, I’m compromising

Rio: You’ve thrown your own party and there are no parents there

Buster: And? That doesn’t mean my plans aren’t second best

Rio: You literally only like grandad

Buster: You took my favourite holiday

Rio: You spoiled everything

Buster: You deserve Nancy spoiling everything

Rio: Maybe

Rio: but you’re guilty too

Buster: She wouldn’t stay with me, I tried my best

Rio: There’s nothing to be ruined anyway

Buster: So my conscience is clear

Rio: Not so fast

Buster: What else do you think I’ve done wrong?

Rio: You don’t need telling

Buster: But you always want to

Rio: I’ve not spoken to you since

Rio: just like you wanted

Buster: You’re speaking to me now

Rio: ‘cos your sister is shouting at me

Buster: You’ll both get over it

Rio: Did you have that [green fit] already?

Buster: I went shopping earlier

Rio: Thought so

Buster: If Nance was here you could’ve watched every second

Rio: It gets really blurry around her [shading via saying a low number of drinks here] though

Rio: Why did she not want to stay?

Buster: She’s actually racist

Rio: Would explain some things

Buster: Plus, we’ve raised ourselves from the age of [whatever she said] which makes me a pussy for asking

Rio: She would say that, where was the live-in nanny

Buster: She agrees I should avoid you though

Rio: What did you tell her

Buster: Just that you won’t leave me alone

Rio: why would you say that

Buster: Because you don’t

Rio: We’ve had 2 conversations since December

Rio: 1 2

Buster: 2 more than I wanted

Buster: and then I have to think about you all the time

Rio: Better in theory is the meanest thing you’ve ever said

Buster: I didn’t

Rio: Close enough

Rio: and you’ve said horrible things

Buster: We’re somehow too close and never close enough

Rio: I feel bad, for saying you couldn’t come, for the record

Rio: how else can we actually avoid each other though

Buster: You should, I’m having a way worse time at home

Rio: She said you were going to drown some girl or something

Buster: She started a Gatsby reference she didn’t know how to follow through on

Buster: I said I was throwing this party for some girl, that wasn’t true either

Rio: I’m not sure she’d get why Tom and Daisy suck

Rio: is it [just guessing some girl you’ve seen enough times on socials to suspect]?

Buster: There isn’t a girl in this entire postcode worth hosting

Rio: well it’s no fun here either

Rio: apart from the row Nance wants, it’s all wrong

Buster: Why?

Rio: You’re not here

Rio: so many people aren’t here

Buster: You don’t want me to be

Rio: Idiot

Rio: you don’t want to see me

Buster: You miss your brother, that’s all

Rio: He’s not here, Django isn’t, Edie, Liam, Una

Rio: now you

Buster: I don’t belong on the same list, they’re family

Rio: Let me be upset

Buster: No, not about me

Rio: This is worse

Buster: Don’t let it be worse

Rio: Come next time, whatever is next

Rio: I can’t do this

Buster: Easter, your least favourite

Rio: Oh, great

Buster: I look good in pastels too, don’t worry

Rio: That’s the issue

Buster: Blame my parents, it’s completely their fault

Rio: I’ll not tell them

Rio: I’ve got decorum

Buster: Tell Nance to try and spell it, that’ll cheer you up

Rio: shh

Rio: You should’ve come this time, you can only wear so flattering a green outfit

Buster: Yours is very flattering

Buster: and head-to-toe is for the real tourists

Rio: A leprechaun hat is not getting in the door here

Rio: I lied you look good but still

Buster: I know

Rio: You could make it easier

Buster: No-one at this party could hit me hard enough

Rio: I don’t want you to get hurt

Buster: Only ugly but it isn’t going to happen

Rio: It shouldn’t matter

Buster: I’ve got a beauty mark because I am, babe, so have you

Rio: Twinning

Buster: More than me and her, in all the ways that matter

Rio: I forget that you two are

Rio: you’ve never been much alike at all

Buster: She deliberately sets herself apart and at odds

Rio: Yeah

Buster: We’re not from the generations of posh cunts she wishes we were

Rio: You’d look so inbred by now, she should be thankful she doesn’t have to fix her face

Buster: She should be thankful for a lot of shit she prefers to complain about

Rio: You think I complain all the time too

Rio: but I can’t to anyone else, I have to keep it positive

Buster: Within reason you do, she has none

Rio: She’s very jealous, of things she doesn’t even need to be

Buster: Of Ava

Buster: and to hear her making a speech you’d think our parents shouldn’t have been allowed to keep us

Rio: It’s easier to pretend your life would be perfect if it were the opposite

Rio: there’s no way to go back and test it out, you can keep the grudge and belief

Buster: Our life is close to perfect, she can’t bear that the things that aren’t are her fault

Rio: She’ll apologise when she wants something

Rio: to you and me

Buster: She can fuck off

Rio: I thought you might say that

Buster: You know me

Rio: Even when you’re acting up

Buster: Even I can’t fight everything all at once

Rio: You’ll exhaust yourself

Buster: I am, but that doesn’t mean I get to stop

Rio: thats why you wanted her to just stay too

Buster: One thing for someone else is too much

Rio: It’s not too late for me to rev the argument back up, if you like

Buster: Ava would stay, if she was older

Rio: Yeah, ‘course

Buster: I don’t know how she’s as different from us as she is

Rio: It just happens

Rio: don’t need different dads or anything

Buster: It’s too late for me

Rio: Too late for what?

Buster: This town ruins everything, everyone

Rio: That doesn’t have to be true, it’s just a place

Rio: and you can leave in [however many days]

Buster: A long time, like you said

Rio: You’re not bad at acting, not really

Rio: you can play the part

Buster: Yeah, but playing takes a toll

Rio: I know

Rio: you probably don’t believe that I get it but I see it

Rio: if you want you can take all the holidays until you leave

Buster: No I can’t, you’re needed

Buster: no-one else is ever as positive, even if you’re playing at least half the time too

Rio: That’s what I’m for

Rio: everyone cares about you too

Buster: I don’t want them to

Rio: So you can’t let them down?

Buster: So I can leave without looking back, it’ll be easier

Rio: Okay

Buster: I have to

Rio: I don’t want you to

Buster: You’ll thank me one day

Rio: I won’t but it won’t matter

Buster: It’ll matter to me that I didn’t fuck your life up, it does

Rio: Or your own

Rio: it’s the rational thing to do

Buster: And you’re a good girl who never gets in trouble, remember

Rio: Nows not the time for jokes

Buster: Something about craic, today of all days, you tell me

Rio: I can imagine the piss poor accent attempts you’ve been subjected to

Buster: Makes me miss yours

Rio: You’ve already made me miss you too much

Buster: You wouldn’t make me suffer alone, unlike Nance

Rio: There’s still a lot that can be said for a shit party, if you’ve got the right company

Buster: You could get on a plane, be here before it’s over

Rio: You’d change your mind whilst I have half way

Buster: My mind doesn’t ever change about you

Rio: Just what you’re going to do

Rio: and I can’t knock on the neighbours door if you’re going to slam yours in my face

Buster: I wouldn’t

Buster: I have some decorum myself, somewhere

Rio: Saving it for me

Buster: Yeah

Rio: Are you daring me to though?

Buster: Is it my turn?

Rio: Hm

Rio: I’ve forgotten, sometimes I forget what conversations have actually happened or are just in my head

Buster: Me too

Rio: it’s not all good, sometimes we have arguments and I say all the things I forget to when we actually do

Buster: Sometimes I don’t say anything and let you speak until you’ve said everything you want to

Rio: I would obviously be too stunned to speak if that really happened

Buster: Of course, I’d be if you really showed up on my doorstep

Rio: I could, easily

Buster: Do you dare?

Rio: I am scared but yeah

Buster: My birthday’s months away, don’t be

Rio: It’s another reason I can’t stop speaking to you

Rio: if just to acknowledge how long it’s been

Buster: How many reasons have you got?

Rio: The reason I tell you, to speak to you, to try and see how you are, to try and make you talk to me, to try and convince myself that I don’t want you to, there’s too many, actually

Buster: You’re too much

Rio: You could handle it

Rio: I could be less, if we talked more often than every holiday

Buster: I could barely handle talking to you twice

Rio: We were talking around talking

Rio: I’m not used to feeling like I’ve lost an argument I didn’t want to have

Buster: I don’t want to keep arguing

Rio: You’re already exhausted, me too

Buster: Tired of not being able to do or say what I want

Rio: You know I’d never tell anyone

Buster: I’m not used to being able to trust anyone

Rio: Yeah

Rio: but really, think about it, I’d be telling on myself and neither of us wants that outcome anyway, right

Rio: we’d incriminate ourselves at the same time, it’s insurance

Buster: We could call a truce, you’re drunk, you won’t remember tomorrow

Rio: You’re drunk

Buster: You are

Rio: It’s okay, I know you’re wasted

Buster: Impossible, I’d be having lots more fun than this

Rio: Nance upset you, I upset you by banning you

Rio: it makes whatever you’re feeling more

Buster: I’m not 8, as she helpfully pointed out

Buster: I’m not upset by anything either of you do

Rio: Yeah you are

Rio: upset, not 8

Rio: though our 15th are still ages away, as you pointed out

Buster: You wish I cared that much

Rio: Why would I want you to be upset and alone

Buster: Because you are

Rio: No I’m not

Buster: Not technically, but you feel like you are

Rio: You’re technically not either

Rio: technicalities are best saved for court, they mean nothing in real life

Buster: They mean nothing to your real life

Rio: An excuse to do what you want to do or a poor 2nd for not, either way

Buster: Small details matter

Buster: [pointing out some small detail of her current outfit like an I told you so]

Rio: That isn’t the same thing though

Buster: You obviously don’t want to talk about being drunk or alone, I’m changing the subject, slightly

Rio: It’s you who refuses to admit he’s drunk

Buster: It’s the truth, I’m playing by the rules

Rio: What’s new

Buster: What’s your problem with that? You aren’t your mum, you’re allowed to admit they serve a purpose without having to also join the police

Rio: You just love rules

Rio: and grouping people and things

Buster: You just aren’t used to anyone following them

Rio: I do so, I don’t live on the commune and get home-schooled, you know

Buster: You live in almost the same amount of chaos

Rio: You think so

Rio: your life could be as chaotic, to me

Buster: I don’t think my life could be called that

Rio: There you go then

Buster: There’s structure

Buster: [show her your planned out week with a million and one activities like look, because he’s that bitch]

Rio: Do you get bored?

Buster: I’m bored right now

Rio: You’d be bored here too

Buster: You’re making an educated guess which’ll make you feel better about banning me, we don’t know that

Rio: Bored or angry

Rio: you’re always one because you’re ignoring me

Buster: Not everything’s about you, babe

Rio: Oh, we’re back to this

Buster: Why do you want to be the focus of all my anger?

Rio: I don’t

Rio: and I know right now you’re angry at your sister too, obviously

Buster: Something we’ve got in common, you’re welcome

Rio: I don’t care what she has to say about me

Rio: she should’ve stayed home anyway

Buster: And I don’t care what she has to say on any subject

Rio: She just wanted to fuck with you

Rio: she’ll probably throw her own party when she’s back

Buster: Definitely, on both counts

Rio: And Easter is such an easy dress code

Buster: For you, bunny ears and a tail

Rio: Exactly

Rio: not that I’ll be invited this time but your house will still look like a shit petting farm

Buster: Are you asking for an invite or not?

Rio: It’s not your party

Buster: You can still be my guest, if you ask nicely

Rio: oh really

Buster: Really

Buster: if only to prove my anger and boredom have absolutely nothing to do with you

Rio: Of course, totally only that

Buster: Ask me then

Rio: Buster

Buster: You don’t get anything otherwise

Rio: I’ve asked you lots of times for a truce before now and that’s still never happened

Buster: Maybe you weren’t nice enough

Rio: I’m famously too nice

Buster: It’s famously more about how you ask

Rio: Can I come to the next party?

Buster: No, try again

Rio: Can I be your guest?

Buster: Still no, do you even want to come?

Rio: Only if you want me there

Buster: I want you to remember your manners, it’s typical this is the one time you have none

Rio: Please can I then

Buster: Now I want you to, that word makes such a difference

Rio: You just have to tease me

Buster: You have to be a good girl, everyone needs it from you

Rio: It’s what I do best

Buster: You’ll do better next time

Rio: I thought you hated it

Buster: Why would you think that?

Rio: Because if I’m being a good girl then I’m not doing what you want, remember

Buster: When you’re behaving for someone else no-one’s getting what they want, even the person whose benefit its supposed to be for

Rio: This is why you like rules so much

Buster: You know why they’re important

Rio: I want to please you

Buster: Put the party in your calendar when you aren’t seeing double

Rio: Okay

Rio: my hands aren’t even shaking that much

Buster: What are they doing?

Rio: I’m still at the pub, what could I possibly be doing?

Buster: The possibilities are endless

Rio: I’ve often considered said possibilities

Buster: Of course you have

Rio: It’s less fun alone

Buster: You aren’t alone

Rio: Without you then

Buster: I’m here with you

Rio: I thought you would come, I didn’t think you’d listen

Buster: I always listen

Rio: I thought you always did what you want

Rio: but now I know that can’t be completely true

Buster: I told you, I don’t go where I’m not wanted, wrong twin

Rio: You know you’re wanted

Buster: I know you meant it when you said it

Rio: Only if you continue to ignore me did I even slightly

Buster: Well, I would

Rio: No

Rio: I wouldn’t let you

Buster: My stubbornness against yours

Rio: I’m not stubborn, just persistent

Buster: Yes you are

Rio: Stubborn sounds negative

Rio: I’m trying to make you happy

Buster: I’m not the one asking you to stay positive, bullshit doesn’t make me happy

Rio: If not me then who?

Buster: Every situation doesn’t automatically have a bright side, things are just shit sometimes

Rio: You think this is shit?

Buster: Your brother being kidnapped is, you’re allowed to be upset

Rio: I am upset

Rio: blaming my mum isn’t going to help anything, falling apart wouldn’t either

Buster: Holding it together for everyone else at your expense doesn’t help you

Rio: But I’m fine, there’s nothing going on with me

Buster: And when you fall apart later because you’re not letting yourself feel it now, that doesn’t help them either

Rio: I wouldn’t know how

Buster: I know it’s not something which comes naturally to you, that’s why I’m pushing you

Rio: Now

Rio: what about the rest of the time when I need you

Buster: Whenever we talk

Rio: You never talk to me

Buster: I reply every time you reach out

Rio: Why do you not reach out?

Buster: My life’s almost perfect, remember

Buster: I don’t need you

Rio: You do too

Buster: I’ve been taught to be too self-reliant for that to be true

Rio: You can deny it and be happy enough, probably

Buster: Yeah, I will

Rio: But I’m the one doing it for everyone else

Buster: And you have to stop for yourself, not to please me

Rio: Don’t patronise me

Rio: or make it my fault when it’s yours

Buster: What’s my fault?

Rio: You’re stopping it from happening, because you can’t handle it

Rio: but you put it all on me

Buster: Neither could you

Rio: Could so

Rio: easy

Buster: Tell the truth

Rio: I am, I said no one would ever have to know, it would be easy but you won’t let it be because you get all your validation through doing hard things

Rio: doesn’t necessarily make it right by default

Buster: We wouldn’t be playing Hide and Seek

Rio: We could be

Buster: Don’t

Rio: Why, what is so wrong with wanting to play with you

Buster: It’s not a game, it never was

Buster: and when you change your mind back, I’m the one who’s wrong and has to find a way to stop

Rio: My mind has never changed

Buster: You said you don’t want anything bad to happen or your family to fall apart, you acknowledged what there is to lose

Rio: Why would we have to lose anything though

Buster: Nothing stays a secret, that’s ego speaking

Rio: No one knows, I’ve wanted you for my entire life and that’s a secret

Buster: Because we haven’t acted on it

Rio: It’s not fair

Buster: Life isn’t, even mine

Rio: You’re so mean

Buster: I’m protecting you, someone fucking should

Rio: It’s not meant to be you

Buster: Who else is going to?

Rio: I don’t know

Buster: Exactly

Rio: Fuck this

Buster: Yeah, I’m not angry all the time for no reason

Rio: It’s your loss

Buster: At least I haven’t totally lost my mind

Rio: Take comfort where you find it, I guess

Buster: I do

Rio: I’d rather be crazy

Buster: You’ll sober up and be less dramatic

Rio: We won’t be talking so who cares

Buster: You, clearly

Rio: You already called me desperate, there's nothing else you can do

Buster: I already told you I don’t want to argue

Rio: We aren’t

Buster: There’s nothing else to say

Rio: There’s never been a discussion

Rio: you think you’re right, end of

Buster: Because I am

Buster: you’re delusional if you think anything about this could or would be easy

Rio: No one pays attention to anything but their own problems, you’re just focused on this because it’s yours

Buster: It isn’t a problem unless you insist on turning it into one by refusing to drop this

Rio: Bullshit

Rio: you’re running away because it’s such a problem

Buster: Fuck you

Rio: Exactly

Buster: You’d let this escalate with no thought for any of the consequences, exactly like your mother does

Rio: We’re arguing now, are we

Buster: Don’t be stupid and we won’t have to

Rio: That’s what I am, we can get to the point

Rio: enough time has been wasted

Buster: You’re wasted

Rio: No I’m pissed off

Buster: You can be both, babe

Rio: You could just not care, like you spend so much time pretending you don’t

Buster: If I could, I would, trust me

Rio: So great, thanks

Buster: You’ll thank me tomorrow, hopefully not literally

Rio: Well I’m already at the airport, so you can have it in person

Buster: Take a car back the other way

Rio: You can’t make me

Buster: I’ll make you want to, if you push me

Rio: You’re the only one allowed to push, allowed any say, sure

Buster: When what you’re saying is nonsense, yeah

Rio: You don’t get to decide that either

Buster: You’ve forfeited decision making, bold to assume they’ll actually put you on a plane

Rio: It would serve you right if I was serious

Buster: But instead you’re being ridiculous, I know

Rio: You deserve that too, so whatever

Buster: You get to decide that, do you?

Rio: Yes because I’m reacting to how you’ve treated me

Buster: You’re threatening me after telling me I could trust you

Rio: Threatening you?

Rio: No, I’m just treating you half as dumb as you’ve treated me

Buster: You’re overreacting, all I’ve done is try to keep shit under control

Rio: As soon as it got too real for you

Buster: It can’t be real

Rio: Nothing about you can be

Buster: My future is, you don’t get to fuck mine up because you don’t have one

Rio: Unlike you, I wouldn’t wish you otherwise

Buster: I’ve worked too hard for you to ruin everything

Rio: I don’t give a fuck about your perfect future dreams, you can have them

Rio: only in your head am I getting in the way

Buster: If you don’t give a fuck about what matters to me, it proves you would

Rio: You are the delusional one

Buster: Hardly

Buster: I already think about you constantly and nothing has ever happened to give me cause to, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out how distracting you’d be if something did

Rio: You can’t handle it?

Rio: you’re surrounded by distractions

Buster: No I’m not, they’re all irrelevant, easy to dismiss

Rio: Yeah because all you do is your homework and extracurriculars

Buster: I need good grades and my extracurriculars to go to America, they don’t treat international students differently at Harvard, there’s no special treatment, it’s on merit

Rio: You’ll get them

Buster: Making it look effortless doesn’t mean it is

Rio: Didn’t say it was

Rio: just the obvious sarcasm that that’s not all you do or care about

Buster: I play as hard as I work, that’s the balance I achieve when you aren’t throwing me off

Rio: We see each other a handful of times in a year

Rio: I couldn’t possibly do any more damage than the rest of your playing

Buster: Now

Buster: but you’d really be at the airport more than a handful of times in a hypothetical where I behaved how you’re asking me to

Rio: It isn’t going to happen now so it’s irrelevant as well as entirely hypothetical

Buster: Thanks to my damage limitation it isn’t

Rio: Call it what you want to

Rio: if that makes you feel in control

Buster: It’s what it is, and it’s always fucking me who has to do it

Rio: You make every right yours and every wrong mine, no matter the actual tally

Buster: You are wrong, you force me to talk to you, you walk into every family event batting your eyelashes and wearing the shortest dress imaginable, you’re unrelenting

Rio: What I look like isn’t for your attention

Buster: Bullshit, you do it all on purpose

Rio: Fuck off, are you serious

Buster: Are you seriously trying to tell me you don’t want me to look at you?

Rio: I want to look good, end of

Buster: So I don’t cross your mind when you pick an outfit?

Rio: Not anymore, doesn’t mean I’m going to buy a hijab for your comfort

Buster: Are you going to block me or keep taking pictures for me?

Rio: What do you think

Buster: That you’d only unblock me too

Rio: yeah

Buster: You’re so dangerous

Rio: You wouldn’t be interested if I wasn’t

Buster: You could at least try and do me the favour of being uninteresting

Rio: I do, I bore you to tears

Buster: You don’t

Rio: You can take it back in the morning when you’re sober

Rio: I won’t message you

Buster: We can’t take it back, that’s my point

Rio: My point is watch

Rio: you’ll scrub this all and not bring a single thing up

Buster: You know I don’t do things by halves

Rio: Suppose you can have that

Buster: All or nothing, and it’s only the latter I can have

Rio: You should’ve stayed off the drink in your mood

Buster: There’s no fairytale ending to make this okay for us, time passing was your mum’s and not actually being related was my parents’

Rio: I’m not actually stupid

Rio: I’ve not once said we could be together

Buster: We couldn’t be casual

Rio: You seem to think so

Buster: I wouldn’t know how to

Rio: That’s what you do

Rio: If anything it’s a departure for me, not you

Buster: With girls who aren’t you

Rio: You think I’d be clingy

Buster: No, that’s not it

Rio: You could ask any of my exes

Rio: okay, maybe not all of them

Buster: If any of them said a single negative thing about you I’d knock their teeth out

Rio: You still want to protect me then

Buster: Of course I do

Rio: You must be a good boy

Buster: Doubtful, given the immediate and sincere threat of violence toward all of your exes

Rio: Yeah but you’d rather that than cross the line

Buster: Because of how badly and completely I want to cross it

Buster: I’m being selfish, as usual

Rio: You are

Rio: but you’re doing the ‘right’ thing or whatever so you’re probably still up good boy points in the long run

Buster: I won’t hold my breath for another trophy, God is as fictional as Santa or the Easter Bunny

Rio: Not who you’re trying to impress at any given time

Rio: IDK who’s in charge at Harvard Law but probably isn’t the big man

Buster: [Someone from her socials clearly] isn’t your new boyfriend, is he?

Rio: Not yet, no

Buster: Not yet?

Rio: I don’t know if it’ll be him but I’m tired of being alone

Buster: Great

Rio: What?

Buster: You’re definitely committed to boring me to tears

Rio: There’s no alternative, you said so

Buster: Blame me for plenty but not your lack of taste

Rio: Unless there’s a congrats to give out I don’t know about, you aren’t going to be interested in any of my boyfriends

Buster: It’s not a coming out party, no

Rio: I’ve seen the posts

Buster: I’ll go and do some more post worthy shit for you then

Rio: You have the audacity to be mad

Buster: You said it, you’ll fall for him or whoever else, that’s what you do

Rio: You want my future to be nothing

Rio: you go off and have your perfect life and I pine after you? I don’t think so

Buster: I’m not going for years

Rio: Why does that matter if nothing is happening

Buster: How many more exes are you going to have?

Rio: As many as I want

Rio: it’s nothing to do with you

Buster: They’re exes because of me, you don’t want them

Rio: shut up

Buster: Why should I? You’re going to make me watch you get with each one

Rio: I’ll just stay untouched then, for your sake

Rio: that’s not an unbelievable thing for you to ask

Buster: You don’t just let them touch you, you let everyone believe it’s deeper than that, them, me, yourself

Rio: It will have to be

Buster: It doesn’t, none of them are your future

Rio: I’m not going to find that person without looking

Buster: Look when I leave

Rio: You can’t keep telling me what to do

Buster: You can’t do what you’re told

Rio: Not for no reward

Buster: So much for being too nice and our truce

Buster: the reward’s meant to be not hurting me

Rio: You called it off first

Rio: but I’ll think about it

Buster: You do that, babe

Rio: Prick

Buster: You want me to care until I show it in a way you don’t like

Rio: I don’t like it because you aren’t giving up anything

Buster: I don’t have girlfriends

Rio: If I stopped calling them my boyfriends, would you feel better?

Rio: Or would you still be mad

Buster: Would you feel any different about them without the label?

Rio: No, it’s just a word

Buster: Then it’s beside the point

Rio: Exactly

Rio: You’re jealous

Buster: I give you fuck all to be jealous of

Rio: You not caring about them doesn’t mean that I don’t

Buster: You’d rather pretend the distinction doesn’t exist so you aren’t doing anything wrong

Rio: I don’t want any of this

Buster: No, you want to see me a handful of times and your boyfriends the rest

Rio: And somehow that’s more hurtful than me existing solely to ruin your future in your eyes

Buster: At least in my eyes you’re important, what the fuck am I to you?

Rio: I’m trying to forget you so I don’t spend the rest of my life missing you

Buster: With [this poor boy we now hate], yeah?

Rio: I have no idea how or with who

Buster: Don’t

Rio: I know what the alternative is, remember

Buster: I wish I didn’t have to remember

Rio: Imagine if your parents hadn’t been together this whole time

Rio: that’s what she was like, how lost

Buster: I don’t need to imagine, that’s what it’s like

Rio: We can’t live like that, we have to try

Buster: We can’t live like my parents, we’re not

Rio: I know

Buster: You don’t, I’m the prick for not giving in, but one of us has to stay strong

Rio: If we’re going to miss each other anyway, why does it matter, what’s the point

Buster: The point is, I’d give up everything for you without you even asking me to, because I’m that much like them

Rio: But you aren’t, you know you can’t

Buster: I know I shouldn’t, but I would

Rio: I wouldn’t let you

Rio: the problem is you still think I would

Buster: You don’t know any better either, it isn’t your fault

Rio: You know what you’re meant to do, it isn’t be with me, staying with me

Buster: I’m not meant to want you at all, knowing that doesn’t change the fact

Rio: It’s no one’s business

Buster: It’d affect everyone

Rio: What do we do?

Buster: For once I’ve got no idea

Rio: What timing, boy

Buster: Yeah

Rio: My chest hurts

Buster: You have to force yourself to breathe deeper and slower than you are

Rio: I’ll go out for a smoke

Buster: Good

Rio: Can’t move for bodies tonight but that’s usual for the night

Buster: I’d be able to move you but you banned me from being one of the masses

Rio: Yeah and if anything that should be exactly what you wanted me to do

Buster: Add to it the list of shoulds if you want

Rio: It’s too long to think about

Buster: I shouldn’t call you but that’s exactly what I’m going to do when we’re both outside

Rio: Shouldn’t might be a more interesting list

Rio: definitely, actually

Buster: It’s been ages since I last lectured you and you won’t listen and breathe properly otherwise

Rio: Please

Buster: Fight your way out and let me know when

Rio: Okay, I could go through everyone’s legs, if I commit to it

Buster: We’ve already debated how committed you are to me

Rio: If you’d have asked nicely, I really would’ve gone to the airport

Buster: You’re not willing to consider a nunnery however nicely I ask though

Rio: Of course you’re not jealous of women, typical

Buster: You haven’t been out with any

Rio: What else is there to do at a nunnery, I’d not have a lot of choice

Buster: You go to church all the time, what is there to do at a service with your other nan?

Rio: I might tell you when I get outside

Buster: You want me to be jealous of God as well

Rio: You could come to church, she’d love that

Buster: Fully convince Nance I’m having the breakdown she accused me of

Rio: Why not, may as well run with the dig

Buster: Americans love that bullshit, it’d probably secure my uni place

Rio: Don’t say I never do nothing for you

Buster: You do too much for and to me

Rio: You’re allowed to look, you’re only human

Buster: That’s a very cruel thing to say, babe

Buster: if there was a God, he’d totally be jealous of me

Rio: Oh my God

Rio: and that’s blasphemy, babe

Buster: Still true, regardless

Rio: Shut up and call me

Buster: [do and don’t say anything for a sec, just do some breaths so she will too]

Rio: [can practically hear you straining to hear him in the sense you’re literally holding your breath for a moment to make sure you’re hearing him and not yourself but you will let that one out eventually and do your best to copy him]

Buster: [catch him quietly calling her a good girl when she eventually does breathe, no regrets despite all his earlier protests to the contrary]

Rio: [bite your lip so the !! reaction cannot fully come out because you’re trying not to have him hang up immediately ‘why I go to church’ said quietly also, like it’s a joke but it’s lowkey not]

Buster: [‘so you’ll go to heaven without me’ like they gotta be and stay that desperate to avoid each other at all costs teehee but we’re using the same tone of it not being bantsy and still being quiet and serious]

Rio: [making a noise like I don’t know about that ‘be rude of me to bagsy heaven’ like can’t also take that from you]

Buster: [‘you know I could take you there’ the blasphemy strikes again lol but we gotta be saucy and brag at all times, nbd]

Rio: [‘should’ quiet enough you could be forgiven for thinking she didn’t mean for you to hear that but she did because could’ve just not said it at all]

Buster: [‘where I should be right now isn’t up for debate’ because he should be with her in dublin obvs but we can all pretend he means he should be inside]

Rio: [‘I am sorry’ because you are even if you felt very entitled at the time to ban him/also did not think he’d listen to you]

Buster: [‘yeah you are’ because we smugly know that to be true, especially in this moment where y’all are flirting over the phone]

Rio: [a noise like oh excuse me but you can’t be serious because it’s true and you obviously wish he was here, especially right now ‘that the lesson you wanted to teach me?’]

Buster: [a noise like mhmm yes because where’s the lie you petty bitch staying away and throwing a party just because she dared to say she didn’t want you to come ‘what else do you want me to teach you?’]

Rio: [doing a very put-on tut-tut at him, can hear you shaking your head because of your hair brushing against the speakers, a small laugh like that would be telling but it’s a laugh punctuated with a blink-and-you-miss-it NOISE]

Buster: [the kind of breath that’s not quite a gasp but isn’t at all far off because now he’s THINKING about her hair and that can’t not have an effect when it’s so iconic ‘tell me’ because that’s like his catchphrase he always says it and insists she do]

Rio: [blurting out the ‘teach me-’ without absolutely no clue what else to say there purely because he told you to so you had to respond, saying it again to emphasise the lack of an unfinished sentence this time, like not - full stop thank you]

Buster: [‘everything I know’ because we all know he’s that bitch, no less than giving her everything will ever do and we’re starting as we mean to go on with forever being that bitch]

Rio: [nodding enthusiastically so he can hear again before you’ve even managed to get your ‘please’ out after having to do the biggest swallow ever]

Buster: [doing the gasp he did not before because that nod was so enthusiastic ‘since you remembered to ask nicely’ doing his own nod for her, because he has his own epic curls]

Rio: [breathing out so shakily, all thoughts of big deep breaths are so out the window in this moment lol ‘it would look good if you tutored me’ like Americans also love that, btw hehe]

Buster: [a lil hot lol because he likes the way she thinks and that is an undeniably impressive idea, he loves to see it ‘but you’re so smart’ in a pouty manner like oh no nobody will ever believe that you need me to, but also he do think she is, sincerely]

Rio: [now you’re shaking your head like nay nay ‘I’ll be so dumb for you’ because simply must, not about to see you tutoring someone else in the manner y’all are imagining currently]

Buster: [‘would you fail every subject for me?’ like how committed are you to the bit aka me because we all know he’s obsessed with her, he’s a child of baze]

Rio: [‘yes’ as a gasp more than the word itself because no truer answer ‘I want to be retaught everything I think I know by you’]

Buster: [the tiniest but most meaningful noise in response to her gasped word, kinda like an oh but forever more !! ‘I’ll rewire your brain better than [insert the era’s slang for ketamine because that does for people with pain and depression etc, deliberately using dublin slang though not posh chelsea, because we simply must]’ we love that lil detail of using her slang and also the confidence]

Rio: [lowkey near dropping your phone you react so dramatically and physically to what he’s just said, this fumble will stop your moan being as loud as it could’ve and would’ve been and he’s only catching the tail-end as you recover somewhat ‘like a baby’ is all you’re managing to coherently say, giving factory reset]

Buster: [he’ll be inwardly dying nevertheless, we all know, because she’s only almost dropping her phone for one reason and we love everything about how she’s reacting, plus the idea of her being a baby and therefore his baby and the daddy energy of it all that y’all have inevitably gone down the path of ‘you’ll make me change my own mind about them’ because was a baby hater before but he’s so here for this and that’s OBVIOUS in his tone]

Rio: [‘you’ll be in charge of mine’ like it’s only fair I get to change yours on something too but we’re too far gone for this to be anything but a STATEMENT of fact here and now said so seriously yet so insanely]

Buster: [‘I’ll own yours, it’ll be mine’ cos sis we can be extra af too and we’re as far gone atm, this is why he was fighting things so hard while he still could because once y’all start he’s so far in lol]

Rio: [‘already is’ like let’s not lie to ourselves here, you know we’re already obsessed with you too, we’re only trying to play it cool to not get our heart absolutely shattered but we’re drunk and we’ve started this now]

Buster: [‘not yet’ but said like it will be though and not like he’s salty about it the way he is and was about her daring to have any feelings for her bfs instead of being a sociopath]

Rio: [‘feels like yours’ for all that double meaning hanging in the TENSION here on this phone call]

Buster: [‘you’ve always felt like you should belong to me’ just blurting that out not at all casually, emphasis on the should, clearly, as if it’s top of the list they haven’t made]

Rio: [a noise of emphatic agreement because yes I have, what else needs to be said ‘you should have me’]

Buster: [catch him saying her name for literally the first time ever, as emphatically, because that needs to be said rn immediately]

Rio: [realising, all at once, that you haven’t heard him say your name in what feels like forever and not at all being okay about it, whispering his back like you have lost the ability to speak]

Buster: [having the same realisation, in his case literally being hit by a mem of whenever the last time you said it to her was and exactly how long ago, therefore hitting her with it in whatever measurement he does his uni escape countdown whether that’s days or what, just hitting her with a big number out of nowhere here but she’ll know exactly what it is, I imagine the last time he said it being during their truth or dare kiss moment, so it really would be forever]

Rio: [making the saddest little noise ever because you do know what it is and you’d obviously been shielding yourself from truly thinking about and knowing that it had been that long so now you’re on the verge of tears and confronted by it but he also did say it again so conflicting emotions]

Buster: [‘I’m sorry’ because you truly are that it has had to be this way for so long but he genuinely knew of no other way to try and deal with this, shakily because he’s having his own shock at the reality of it being that length of time that’s passed and his feelings not changing at all and only getting stronger if anything]

Rio: [‘I know’ sincerely, even if your voice is thick with emotion, because he’s only trying to do the right thing even when you wish he would not, repeating it softer, whether you’re trying to comfort him or yourself remains unknown but it’s both]

Buster: [‘don’t cry, babe’ as much like a verbal hug as possible because he likewise is trying to comfort her, not that there’s much y’all can actually offer for this situation but still]

Rio: [doing the laugh you do when you are crying but you’re like okay I’ll stop, wiping her eyes and making noises to say it’s fine whilst not literally saying those words]

Buster: [making all the comforting noises down the phone that he can think of ‘no-one can say we didn’t do our best to fight it’ because that’s comforting to him that he has spent all this time really trying even if it won’t be enough for the haters because no amount of time would]

Rio: [using your maths brain to put 14 years and a bit into days or whatever so it sounds suitably impressive like yes, ages, suck it haters]

Buster: [‘exactly’ because it does sound suitably impressive ‘and if I try again tomorrow, try to remember I actually desperately want you’ because drunk him knows what sober him will wanna do and that’s backpedal lol, deliberate use of the word desperate there, with so much emphasis]

Rio: [‘when’ as the correction you know it is but the gentle way you’re doing it shows you’re too drunk and too in this moment to be angry at him yet ‘but say the last bit again’]

Buster: [‘when I do, don’t forget’ a deliberate pause before the last bit for emphasis and because !! ‘how much I want you and that I barely like anyone else at all’]

Rio: [just here breathing down the phone in a way that is only hot because y’all want each other this bad, not replying to the point you’ll assume she isn’t going to but ‘I like you too’ just in case he believed you when you said you hated him lol]

Buster: [unable to stop himself from fully moaning down this phone in response when she finally replies because he did not think she was going to and he’s so worked up by her dramatic breathing the entire time not to mention what she actually says when she finally does that he simply cannot keep it in, quietly by the standards of his loud ass and how extra we know he could be in other circumstances but nevertheless still unapologetically a moan, so]

Rio: [‘be here’ as an impatient demand in response, your pout being so obvious in how frustrated you sound, as if he can magically appear from the sheer force of how bad you want it now]

Buster: [‘say please’ automatically despite the fact it’ll make no real difference he always just wants to hear and make her say it, shamelessly as his own impatient demand as if that’s the only reason he isn’t and her doing it will magically transport him there]

Rio: [when the way you whine it could be a pisstake but it isn’t and we all know it, you are genuinely there and as shamelessly willing to, no fucks given to the fact you’re only outside not somewhere properly private]

Buster: [the way he says ‘good girl’ again so indecently could equally be a pisstake but equally is not and is as shameless and with the same lack of fuck’s given to being in his garden assumedly where I doubt he’s alone given there’s a party going on, soz everyone he’s too turned on rn to register anything but that]

Rio: [there’s no way either of you is alone enough for this but do we care, of course not ‘yours, even when you won’t have me’ because sober you cannot change the fact sir]

Buster: [‘my baby’ because the first use of baby ever is appropriate for rn precisely because it isn’t appropriate for rn, thank god Nancy isn’t here]

Rio: [did us a favour miss flop because y’all need this right now ‘don’t forget, daddy’ as if you can will him through being blackout by being as extra and as real as possible]

Buster: [‘don’t let me’ also as if by her doing the absolute most rn he won’t, which is lowkey true whatever sober you tries to say hun lbr, all of this isn’t getting completely erased even if pieces of it might]

Rio: [mhmm, you’ll not acknowledge anything but that doesn’t mean you won’t remember it sweetie and that’s all we’ve got right now so running with it, doing soft but erratic little pants that make it very clear how you’re feeling, saying please again like he’s just teasing you at this point by not being with you]

Buster: [likewise doing every little noise you have to rn down the phone without holding any of them back so it’s as clear how you’re feeling, saying fuck when she says please like you’re continuing her sentence and thought, like a breathless near whisper that’s catching because you can’t go the opposite way and be loud af but you want to]

Rio: [‘I’m so ruined for anyone but you, Jesus, I need you’ couldn’t be begging him more right now because no room for shame when you’re dying and this feels like your only shot to let him know lowkey]

Buster: [‘you’re flawless’ because the opposite of ruined but also the truest thing ever in every sense of the word and something he says at some point in every version of ruster that we’ve done in recent times, so, this time so immediately that he’s basically talking over the other part of her sentence, that’s how urgently he needs her to know]

Rio: [a noise that’s like oh but you’re too turned on for it to sound as sincerely as that will actually hit when you aren’t and you’re blatantly going over everything you remember later, so then you’re giggling in this moment because you sounded funny and you can’t deal with him, very much the vocal equivalent of heart eyes]

Buster: [when you can’t even remember the last time you heard her laugh and even if you could it wouldn’t have sounded like it does rn so a noise like you’ve been winded by it or something, just the hottest most extra noise about this because it’s so sincerely like omg and your own verbal equivalent of not being able to deal and loving everything about her in this moment]

Rio: [y’all are here having too marvellous of a time and truly being so in love you can’t even put words to it, just truly stunned by how this is making you feel, like you knew it would be good or you wouldn’t be this obsessed but you still could not prepare yourself for the depth of !! and emotion you’re casually feeling from some phone sex, hence the ‘shit’ like you’re in trouble but you couldn’t care less]

Buster: [mhmm this boy hasn’t even touched himself once because he isn’t alone enough to be able to and yet, still this is not at all casually the best thing that has ever happened in a way y’all could not have remotely seen coming ‘I know’ because everything she’s feeling, you also are]

Rio: [‘how can you not want this?’ at future him like come on because feeling like you NEED this forever casually, which we know logically is his point but unconcerned right now and just want him to tell you he does]

Buster: [‘I do, more than anything’ because that is his point, he doesn’t know how to want her in any other way but an all-consuming one when she’s the love of his life and as a child of baze there is only the one approach to that he’s ever been taught]

Rio: [‘me too’ said in this moment like that settles it because for right now it can and you’re not hearing otherwise, can come back down to reality soon enough]

Buster: [‘tell me’ because always, give him all the unnecessary emphasis that you possibly could about that thanks very much]

Rio: [just absolutely regale him with how you want to be with him, how you could be, all the things you could do, not stopping to be realistic anywhere because we don’t have to be but it’s not all total fantasy and nonsense, the way this is going to leave you fighting for your life casually nbd]

Buster: [likewise, he’ll be doing a MOAN with a much more frantic and !! edge to it as he listens to this and lets himself go with it and actually believe it because simply must, not to mention having to then join in with his own things, thoughts and feelings, despite the fact breathing and talking would feel so ridiculously impossible rn and he knows damn well he’s gonna cum soon even though they’re just talking]

Rio: [oh lads, never change, this is so iconic yet also heartbreaking of y’all, you are without a doubt going to cum from this because truly your fantasy doesn’t begin to cover it, excuse me to anyone/everyone who is vaguely near because it’s so obvious, even when we have to ruin it by not fully losing ourselves to not be totally indecent, still losing control enough for it to happen so yep, you better run back inside to safety miss, even if it is to the nearest bathroom stall you can shut yourself in to give yourself a damn minute]

Buster: [^^ everything my boo said, she’s so right, I’m happy for y’all but so sad for you at the same time, thank god this isn’t it because imagine, soz not soz to his friends who are messy bitches no doubt doing all kinds of their own shit so they won’t bat an eye at your blatant phone sex even if they might wonder why the fuck you’re doing it in the middle of your party and who with lol, likewise go to the en-suite we always give you and clean yourself up because the absolute mess he would be from how hard that killed him, especially because y’all had to hold back volume wise which is not easy for him to do, the question is, which one of you hung up first, enquiring evil Winnies wanna know]

Rio: [evil winnies gotta be evil I fear, it was probably her, not in a boss babe move but literally almost accidentally and practically in your sprint to the bathroom because you are just a girl and you don’t need someone taking too much notice and trying to start something now]

Buster: [that tracks I agree, are you happy now Win you dramatic lil man? This boy will be collapsing on his bed dramatically after all this and his drunk attempt at a clean up operation (however successful or not, I imagine you’re still covered in the evidence so good luck forgetting haha) meanwhile, with no fucks given to the being called a lightweight allegations, because so dead in every sense after the rollercoaster this st paddy’s has been]

Rio: [he’s never satisfied the lil beastie but y’all are, even though you’ve now got to just be in this pub with all the people in the world like that didn’t just happen lol, thank god you are fam so you can find somewhere to hide because you likewise need and want to and will message him when you have found said place]

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hapalopus · 1 year ago

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The list, for those who don't have a facebook account:

The Invasion: the Yeerks are invading

The Visitor: Rachel visits Chapman’s house

The Encounter: Tobias encounters a lot of things, including a Yeerk ship, a girl hawk, and his crippling depression

The Message: Cassie and Tobias hear a message from Ax

The Predator: is Visser One the predator? Sure.

The Capture: Jake’s brain is captured by the Yeerk, who is then captured by the squad

The Stranger: the stranger is the Ellimist

The Alien: Ax is an alien

The Secret: there are many secrets in animorphs and I choose to believe this one is that dapsen is Yeerkish for shit

The Android: Er [here, my phone autocorrected Erek to er, and I found that sufficient]

The Forgotten: everyone forgot about the jungle vacay except Jake

The Reaction: Rachel is allergic to crocs (both the animal and the shoes)

The Change: Tobias gets his morphing power back

The Unknown: spoiler, it’s a toilet

The Escape: they escape the super shark factory just in time

The Warning: what warning? They warned Joe Bob Fenestre to not step out of line, but they torched his house anyway 2 paragraphs later

The Underground: they tunnel to the Yeerk pool in mole morph

The Decision: Ax decides (for the first time) to stay with the Animorphs

The Departure: Cassie tries to quit the Animorphs and she also tries to quit humanity. Both are temporary

The Discovery: David discovers the morphing cube

The Threat: they figure out they made an oopsie with David

The Solution: and they fixed it

The Pretender: Visser Three pretends to be Tobias’s cousin

The Suspicion: this is the first Helmacron book? They’re suspiciously stupid?

The Extreme: they survive in an extreme environment

The Attack: there are several attacks, notably the howler fight and the Jake/Cassie kiss attack that fixed the howlers

The Exposed: the Pemalite ship threatens to expose the Chee

The Experiment: iirc there are experiments done on cows, chimps, and humans?

The Sickness: they get sick

The Reunion: Marco gets to see his mom again and also plans to kill her

The Conspiracy: Tom is conspiring to infest Dad Berenson, Marco conspires to help Jake even though he doesn’t want it

The Separation: Good Rachel/Bad Rachel

The Illusion: Tobias pretends to be an Andalite to trick the torture/anti-morphing device

The Prophecy: genuinely not sure, this is the one where Cassie gets possessed by Aldrea and they go to the hork-bajir homeworld and I don’t remember there being an actual prophecy about it

The Proposal: Marco’s dad is getting remarried and Marco hates that

The Mutation: the Nartec? Are mutated mermaid people? Who Marco thinks are kinda hot?

The Weakness: Rachel’s weakness is her leadership skills

The Arrival: the rebel assassin Andalites ft Estrid arrive and then leave

The Hidden: they’re trying to hide the morphing cube…

The Other: Mertil is othered by Ax because of Ax’s ableism? Marco saw him on TV and shouted Another One!

The Familiar: on the cover, Jake morphs himself and I guess that’s familiar? The parallel timeline he’s in is familiar (but not too familiar)?

The Journey: the magic school bus journey through Marco’s bloodstream

The Test: Taylor is testing Tobias’s patience is what she’s doing

The Unexpected: no one expected Cassie to go to Australia

The Revelation: Marco tells his dad what they’ve been doing for the last ~3 years

The Deception: this title could be literally any animorphs book… the climax of this one, Ax deceives Jake so he can commandeer a nuke

The Resistance: the Animorphs and the hork-bajir defend the valley

The Return: David returns

The Diversion: this is what I want to believe the diversion is:

‘[Ax] tapped her on the shoulder. “you do not know me,” he said, “but I am a juvenile delinquent. I do not trust authority figures, I probably will not graduate from high school, and statistics say my present rowdiness and vandalism will likely lead to more serious crimes. I am a dangerous fellow, I am causing mayhem in this store.’” And then he rearranges one convenience store shelf while Marco steals Loren’s dog

The Ultimate: Cassie gives Tom the morphing cube, and that’s the ultimate betrayal? I guess?

The Absolute: absolute what?? This is the one where they go to the government and take the war public. I guess it’s the absolute last ditch effort?

The Sacrifice: they sacrifice the town to blow up the Yeerk pool and Ax sacrifices his standing in the military to side with the Animorphs, for like the fifth time at this point, my boy has one character arc and he does it over and over because he can’t learn lessons

The Answer: they get the taxxons on their side by turning them into snakes

The Beginning: Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end?

Hi, love your blog! I'd love your thoughts on this list of explanations of the book titles from the Animorphs Yeerkposting Facebook group:

https://www.facebook.com/groups/891899307817393/permalink/2105837729756872/?mibextid=Nif5oz

Thank goodness someone explained The Predator ("is Visser One the predator? Sure.") and The Hidden ("they’re trying to hide the morphing cube…") to me. Because those two have always been my top two contenders for "What was Scholastic thinking?"

But you know what, Visser One is a creepy fucking predator, even if that's not established until a later book. And the kids do spend a lot of time in #39 trying to hide the morphing cube, even if they don't often succeed. Explanations accepted.

#animorphs #no one knows why The Suspicion is called that

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soobadnoonecanstopher · 4 years ago

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Touch it for Real, Part 5

Genre: Humor / Fluff / Eventual Smut

Warnings: OMG they were roommates / slice of life / slow burn / mutual pining / crude humor / cursing / virgin!baek / idiots to lovers / mention of feet

Characters: Baekhyun X You/Female Reader

Description: You teach Baekhyun how to date. (Basically the Get You Alone M/V)

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5, Part 6

Baekhyun was trembling. His hands were actually shaking so much each time he tried to type into the keyboard of his phone he hit the wrong letters and the typos rendered his message impossible for even the autocorrect to guess what he was trying to say.

“Just — ugh — just give me a regular keyboard for fuck’s sake,” he was grumbling to himself, “my hands wont stop shaking. I can’t. I can’t do this.”

He tossed the phone with force away from him and it landed face down on the carpet across the living room.

“No. I refuse,” he was staring over at the phone on the floor with a shell shocked aura about him, “just forget it. I’ve changed my mind. I can’t. I won’t!”

You’d given him a homework assignment an hour ago.

Ask a girl out on a date.

He’d been sitting on this sofa with his phone in his hands, writing, deleting, rewriting and deleting, again and again, into the text message conversation he had going with Mia.

It had been going pretty well with Mia actually. You’d been handing him the reins more and more and you both celebrated together with a single glass of wine the night he’d had his first actual phone conversation with her. Baekhyun was a lightweight and usually refused to drink more than a few sips of alcohol but he’d gone for the chilled bottle in the fridge and poured it into two glasses and handed one of them to you and lifted his own into the air. He did not wait for you to acknowledge his toast though. He just downed the contents of his glass with a wince on his face in a single go, slammed the empty glass down onto the counter roughly and stormed out of the kitchen toward his bedroom. You sipped your glass and counted it as a shared celebration.

His phone call lasted for 3 minutes and 32 seconds and he managed to tell one awkward joke that elicited audible laughter from the girl. You knew because you sat on the couch beside him with your ear pulled up as close to the phone as you could manage, trying to hear everything that happened. You’d let him know you were here to intervene if something went wrong but honestly you were sure he would do well on his own. And honestly, he was about to do well on his own, despite how awkward and very nervous his voice was.

They had gotten past the introductions at least twice when he briefly forgot what came after “hello” and simply said it a second time. She at least said it twice too and the awkward pause that came after that went on for too long when you held up the index card in your hand and pointed with your finger to the question you had written down.

“Uhh...so h-how...umm...how are — I mean, what are you up to?”

You couldn't make out her response, but whatever she said pulled an interested hum from the back of his throat and he made a quick witted remark that had her giggling in response.

You could definitely make out the sounds of her laughter and you could instantly see the change on his face when it happened. You saw the brightness form inside his eyes and he turned to look at you with a surprised expression as he lifted a finger to point at the phone he held in his hand.

His eyes were wide with something in between amazement and panic and he mouthed the words ‘she’s laughing’ at you and you nodded enthusiastically in response.

Unfortunately a few seconds after the joke he accidentally dropped the phone and it took a wild bounce, landing somewhere under the couch. He couldn’t find it for two whole minutes and when he finally found it, he made up some excuse about having to go because he smelled something burning.

He stared at the phone until the screen turned black and he didn’t move when you rubbed a soothing hand over his back.

“That went pretty good,” you offered. Baekhyun grunted and turned toward the kitchen for the celebratory toast.

Since that night, (you know the one) you’d intentionally taken on a more supportive teacher role in this project. You vowed to keep yourself involved as much as he needed and you swore you could keep your own selfishness from impeding his progress. The way you had been acting had been unfair and he was too good to you for him to deserve anything less than your very best.

You had made a promise to Baekhyun and then you made a promise to yourself to follow through on that promise. You would move Heaven and Earth to help him reach his goal because he deserved it and seeing him happy would be enough to get you through anything that came your way.

You were fine.

No really, you were completely fine.

He was moaning.

You sat on the couch beside him with your foot propped up on the coffee table as you carefully applied the second coat of polish to your toenails. You’d become quite the expert at applying polish to your nails during bumpy situations. Sitting next to the man who flailed and squirmed beside you on this sofa was commonplace and simply no big deal.

You could probably do this during an earthquake.

His moaning turned into much louder moaning and he threw himself back onto the arm of the couch dramatically and in protest of the unfairness of your assignment.

“Buuuug,” he whined through his nose, drawing it out like a little kid.

You’d just finished your pinky toe when his foot pushed up against your thigh.

Your aim was quick and you reached over and grabbed his foot by the heel as you pivoted in place.

“Be still,” you said calmly and you held his foot in place as you applied the bright red polish to his big toenail. You often did his toes to match your own because it made his toes look adorable and he wore socks everywhere he went anyway so he didn’t mind what you did to amuse yourself.

You moved quickly, dabbing carefully over each of his nails until they were all painted to match yours. You blew air over them to dry them, being thankful you’d invested in the 60 second polish.

“Buuu-hu-hu-hu-uuug,” he moaned harder, wiggling his hips into the fit he was throwing and closing his eyes to sell you on the absolute anguish he was in. “Bug, I just don't think I can do it. Can we do something else? I don't even know what to do on a date. What if she says no? Oh god, what if she says yes, I’m going to puke. Do you want to see me puke? Because I am going to puke.”

You tapped a hand lightly over the top of his finished foot and pointed to the other one and after a few moments he shifted, giving in to what you asked for right away.

But good lord, he was dramatic. The whining and the moaning intensified just when you thought you couldn't stand another volume increase he raised his voice into a shout and put actual words to his protests. Your ears were already ringing and you could feel your substantial patience — really, you were on a level with a Buddhist monk after two years living with this — beginning to shake.

“I mean, if I asked you to teach me how to swim would you chuck me into the ocean on the first day?”

You forced your focus down on his other foot, getting the polish smooth and perfect with each stroke. He had gone quiet after his question to you and you bit down on your lip as you carefully pondered the words he was saying. The last thing you wanted was to make him so uncomfortable he was unable to go about his daily life. You didn't need this project to become a source of heartache for the man.

You were not an unreasonable person. Perhaps this really had been too big of a step for him to take without having even practiced under the careful instruction of a teacher.

He’d waited in silence for you to answer for only a few seconds and when you didn’t; because you were thinking about it, dammit, he threw his whole head back and his mouth opened up and he wailed into the ceiling above his head at an even more annoying volume than you thought was possible. This was new and shocking. It was deafening. Surely the neighbors would think someone was being butchered in here.

The awful sounds were coming straight from his diaphragm. The man had power in those pipes and he was going to destroy your ear drums in order to get his way. It went on and on, changing from a moaning, groaning large-dog-with-a-bellyache sound into what you imagined it might sound like inside of an echo chamber trapped with a big sad whale, the biggest ones they made, who also happened to be on fire. He was giving you everything he had now. This was full volume and it was horrible.

“Alright!” You shouted over the wretched screaming, “Alright fine! For the love of God, Baekhyun!” You said for emphasis and the incredible relief of silence flooded and cleansed your ear drums that still vibrated from the after effects of all of that noise.

He lifted his head and closed up his mouth instantly and his eyes were wide as he cautiously watched and waited for what you would say next.

“Do you want me to teach you? Do you think you can practice with me so you learn how to do it before you have to do it for real, on your own? That’s what you mean right? You want more instruction before I throw your ass into the ocean?”

His lips were situated down into a fierce pout now and he nodded his head twice; a big ol’ up and down.

You were irked now. No amount of pathetic pouting on that face could pull you back from the edge. Even the slow careful nod of his head was just an obvious attempt at winning you over with cuteness. Well, it wouldn't work. If anyone was capable of annoying someone to death, it was this man right here and he came very close just now.

“New assignment,” you said with your finger raised and he pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth and pushed his top lip forward as he inflated his cheeks into round balloons. He sat up straighter and he waited for you to speak.

“Since I am a woman,” you began with your finger still raised and waving in his direction. His eyes glanced down at it, “you may ask me out on a date, for practice. And if I say yes, we will then—”

Your pointed finger was joined by your whole hand as you opened it up and you waved it through the air twice, a visual representation of cause and effect of such a situation. His eyeballs followed every movement you made, looking at the hand that moved instead of at you, the actual speaker.

His eyes popped up into yours when he registered the words you were saying; the requirements of his new assignment.

“...we will then — well, we will..”

Your words were sticking. He was listening very closely and he’d released the air trapped in his mouth and his lips now hung open as his eyes occasionally followed the waving of your hand in front of his face. It was silly how shifty his focus was when your hand moved in front of him.

“We...will…” he said and his face moved, mirroring the movements of your hand as he tried best to understand the new task you were trying so hard to assign to him, even repeating your words to help you get the next ones out.

“We will go on a date. A real one. A practice date. You will have to take me on a date, Baekhyun. You’ll just have to .. do your best at it.”

“A date? I’ll have to,” he said with a flinching, squinting blink of his eyes, “...do my best?”

“Yes, of course,” you said as you pointed your finger at him again, pulling a swift but deep gasp into your lungs to fight the dizziness you could feel building inside your head, “It’s an assignment. Like school. I will give you a grade on how well you do. If you fail, then it’s over and I’m a terrible teacher and clearly your problems are beyond my area of expertise.”

His polish was dry. This conversation needed to be over because you were weirdly agitated by the wide eyed, deer in the headlights expression stuck on his face.

“I’ll send you some study materials later. You better take this seriously, Byun Baekhyun. This is a real assignment from your real dating teacher.”

The entire situation made you anxious. The desire to flee was very strong. You needed a getaway and you needed it now. You felt a tremble inside that could only be attributed to just how freaked out he had been acting. It was rubbing off on you.

You wanted to make a quick escape but you were now fighting with the many bottles of nail polish scattered across the coffee table; you’d gone through so many of them as you decided on which color to use — they really were just numerous and just everywhere. You grasped at them, trying to grab huge handfuls at one time but your hands couldn't hold as many as you wanted and each attempt sent a bottle or two clattering noisily to the table below. It was really ruining the dramatically cool exit you were trying for.

After quite a bit of noise you felt the warmth of Baekhyun’s arm as he leaned against you and began to help you pick up the bottles; carefully placing each in it’s designated spot in your huge nail polish organizer.

It took a bit of effort for you to turn to look at him and when his fingertips carefully placed the final bottle in the case you clicked the lid closed and finally managed to face him.

His eyes were flighty. His face was flushed and when he met your eyes the smile on his lips was very tense. It looked like a grimace.

You had to be insane to be doing this. Willingly putting yourself into a situation like this with him, a situation that was for instructional purposes only, but a situation nonetheless. Your heart was racing inside of your chest and you briefly wondered if he could hear it with him sitting so close to you.

You swallowed it away, the nerves or the uncertainty or whatever it was that had taken hold of your hands and made them unstable and you turned to look into his face head on.

“Do you understand the assignment?”

Baekhyun filled his lungs with air and straightened his shoulders, pulling them back as his eyes closed up. You recognized the self calming behavior. When he turned to look at you he held a new determination in his eyes and he nodded his head and furrowed his eyebrows.

“I was always a good student,” he said, “I will do my best with this assignment. I’ll take it seriously, so I can learn from you well.”

You reached forward and patted the back of his hand lightly and offered a reassuring smile.

“Don't be too nervous, okay? Remember it’s for class so you should learn from it. Mistakes are natural and they help us grow. And you won’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. I mean it.”

He swallowed and his lips flattened out into a thin line across his face. His head bobbed up and down and he hummed out a response that told you that yes, he did know what was expected of him for the sake of the lesson; for the sake of his future as an adult man who was entering the dating pool in search of the companionship of some lucky lady.

“Also remember, it’s just me. No pressure. Okay, Peanut? I’m here to help you. You could spill an entire cup of iced tea down my dress at dinner and I would still forgive you.”

“No pressure,” he repeated under his breath and when you were finally satisfied that he really understood, you stood, hefting your manicure supplies up with both hands and you stepped away from the living room to return them to your bathroom.

“Do I have a deadline?” He called after you and you turned back with your hand on the doorknob to your room, quietly amused by the seriousness you saw on his face. At the same time, proud of what a good student he was. He was a smart boy, he would do well in anything he was determined to do.

“Ask me out by tomorrow or else Ben might beat you to it.”

You figured a little sense of competition couldn't hurt. And yes, you were still actually speaking regularly with Ben. You were pleasantly surprised with how smart and how funny he turned out to be and he turned out to be a pretty good distraction for the evenings when you’d normally be bored and hanging around in Baekhyun’s room while he played some game on his PC and he’s toss you a remote for the screen that hung up on the wall above his head. You’d play music videos, or cooking videos from YouTube, or some drama or variety shows and he’d play his games and lean far back in his chair watching the screen when exciting things happened on screen.

A few times lately though, when you went into his room you’d find him watching some anime and you just knew he’d want to pay close attention so he could discuss it later with Mia. You’d much rather find someone to entertain you alone so you didn’t have to be ignored or shushed when you interrupted his anime with some stupid question about it, like who is that guy with the crazy eyes and why is he trying to kill everybody. Ben’s conversations were good enough to keep you occupied at least a little bit.

Back in your bedroom you got to work searching for materials for Baekhyun to study. Mostly using helpful YouTube videos with titles such as “how to ask a girl out”, “what to talk about on a first date” and a super helpful online book you found called The Gentleman’s Guide: How to be the Perfect Date. It was just a little outdated with the styles but the book was extensive and ran the gamut from hygiene to manners to confidence and conversation; it even had an entire section called The Art of Subtle Seduction and it made you just a little embarrassed to think of Baekhyun reading this part. He was an adult. He could handle this much. The Dos and Don'ts of a First Date section alone was worth the price you paid for the book.

You wrote up an email with your course materials and sent it off to the man.

Then you sat and waited alone in your bedroom until your level of boredom that in any other situation would be unremarkable, when combined with the built up anticipation inside of you, mixed into a perfect storm of swirling lunacy that was bouncing around inside of you; trying to break free and wreak havoc on something other than your chest walls.

You grabbed your cell phone, slipped by the 2 waiting text messages from Ben that you would absolutely get to later, and opened a new text message to Baekhyun.

‘peanut did you get my email ^^?’

You were sure he did. Of course he did. You wondered if there was anything he found lacking in the pages and pages of super helpful information you sent him. You wondered what he thought about it all and maybe if he needed some guidance or suggestions on how to proceed with the first step of his assignment. Did he need you to come over to his bedroom and watch the videos with him? Would that be too awkward?

Your phone vibrated.

‘yep’

He would ask for help if he needed it, you were certain. He would be fine. This wasn’t real anyway. It wasn’t like there was an actual deadline, not really. You enjoyed talking with Ben but it didn’t seem like he was close to asking you out yet. He had been a bit busy lately and you had been busy as well with work and with helping Baekhyun.

You’d seen from the notification preview on your phone that Ben’s last two messages were asking you something that would take a while to explain and you didn’t want to open them yet in case he’d been expecting you to reply quickly. You needed a bit more time to come up with an answer for the questions he had casually asked about your roommate. You’d tell Ben that Baekhyun was, yes, a guy. And no, it wasn’t awkward living with a man.

You’d get to all that later. Now, you were entirely too keyed up about a problem of your very own creation.

When.

But really...

When?

You could not relax. Because honestly it could happen at any moment. He could come barging into your room, plop his ass down unceremoniously on your bed and say “Hey Doll, hows about you and me go on a hot date this weekend, what about it? Nyeeahhh?” Like some sort of 1940s gangster. You could definitely see Baekhyun doing this accent. You were pretty sure he had a 40s gangster hat in his closet.

You’d decided that you wouldn't give him a hard time about how he asked you. You’d accept right away for the sake of his nerves, if he worked up the courage to ask you at all, then he was on the right track and he deserved an E for effort.

You still had trouble with the anticipation. Not knowing when was the hardest part to handle. You tried your very best to go about your day in as normal a way possible. Sure, you jumped every time you heard a sound, but other than that, it felt like any other day.

He spent the rest of the evening in his room and didn't even come out until you heard the doorbell ring. You peaked your head out of your bedroom door and waited for him to answer it but after a few minutes with no sight of him you stepped out. The doorbell rang a second time and you rushed from your room to answer it before the visitor gave up.

It could have been something important. This building had a doorman so it was usually someone who had a purpose ringing the bell.

The view through the camera monitor showed a run of the mill pizza delivery man, and you remembered that it was Baekhyun’s turn to make dinner tonight. He must have ordered you a pizza so he could hide in his room all night and not have to worry about walking around you in the kitchen and not asking you out on a date.

This was his way of avoiding you for the night.

You had to swallow down the flash of silly disappointment that popped up. You’d assumed correctly that he had already paid for the pizza and you received your cardboard box of loneliness with a polite smile for the weirdly cheerful delivery kid.

You gave a quick glance at the label in the front of the box to check for forbidden toppings just in case he’d forgotten who he was avoiding tonight and put something weird on it like corn and mayo or hot peppers.

The label had four lines of ingredients listed, the first said ‘xtra cheese’ and each additional one after that said ‘xtra cheese.’ Nothing else, just ‘xtra cheese’ listed four times in succession.

What in the world?

You briefly considered a malfunction of the pizza shop’s label maker, but boy was this thing heavy. Did he sneeze while selecting toppings and accidentally hit the option four times?

You set the monster down on the counter and lifted the lid. It was steaming hot despite the trip in the car and up the elevators to your door and as soon as you opened it you noticed the odd appearance of the inside lid.

There was a message handwritten with black marker inside of the lid.

Your stomach leapt up into your throat as you recognized what this was. The message started with the word Bug.

You had to cover your mouth to get through this.

Bug,

I know this is really, really, really, really cheesy, but will you go out on a date with me this Saturday?

Knock thrice on my door for yes.

-Peanut

P.S. Did I beat Ben?

You had to hang your head to contain it. You wanted to scream. Giggles actually burst out of your mouth before you could stop them. You were highly amused. Actually reallly fucking impressed and goddammit you felt a genuine flutter of butterflies inside of your stomach. How was he this clever? He had always been very silly and good at thinking of the most ridiculous scenarios to get things done, but wow. When you lifted the lid once more to read his message again your mind spun with the logistics of that man in that bedroom sneakily ordering this thing from a real pizza shop that was probably a block from your home.

Did he call them and explain the situation? Did all of the employees gather around, chanting ‘More cheese! Give the man more cheese!’ As they loaded this pizza up with what looked to be a full inch of melted cheese on top? It compromised the edges of the crust and flowed over the cardboard below. It was absolutely ridiculous and nearly inedible too.

Did they giggle at the pet names you called each other as they selected the employee with the best handwriting to relay his message?

You were buzzing again. This time it was pride. He was brilliant at everything he put his mind to and this was clearly no exception. He would do so well in his life.

You left the kitchen and made your way toward his closed bedroom door. As you came close you heard a very soft thud; wooden door hitting wooden door frame. The movement was hardly noticeable but you could see a slow turn of the doorknob too. He probably thought he was sneaky.

You lifted your closed fist and quietly hit three times against his door and after exactly ten seconds you heard the squeak of his doorknob turning and his bedroom door opened up an inch.

You saw a single brown eyeball peeping at you through the opening.

“I’ll text you the details later,” he whispered and the door closed up again before you could respond.

The details came by text message a day later, just as he promised. It was a Thursday afternoon when your phone buzzed and you’d just put the final touches on your data entry work for the day, running it through a spell checker for mistakes as you always did. You’d expected to hear from Ben by now, he said he had something to go straighten out at the bank. He’d taken it well, finding out that your roommate was a man around your age, and he didn’t even ask too many prodding questions about him.

The message was from Baekhyun with the time he would ‘arrive’ to pick you up on Saturday and he gave you sparse details about what he actually had planned; just a quick note at the end that he would be wearing a suit. You figured this was a hint for you to dress up as well.

Was Baekhyun taking you some place fancy? Your curiosity was positively burning and Baekhyun had been acting super weird around you lately.

Whenever you’d come into a room he was already occupying he would make up some excuse why he had to leave it and vanish inside his room to carry on with his highly secretive behavior. Whenever you went into his room he would spin in his chair toward the door with what you were positive was a caught red handed look on his face. It was like you had just caught him watching porn, only you’d caught glimpses of his screen before he quickly hit a keyboard command to clear out the screen and you didn't see a single boob.

After the first time, you’d made it a point to barge into his room often, just to see the surprised look on his face; you did it all for that gasp of air, the frantic fingers of panic on the keyboard, and the trembling hand over his chest as he clutched his pearls. All you caught flashes of were just regular looking websites. Regular text and regular pictures. You saw some blues, you saw some greens. You definitely didn't see the incriminating black and yellow theme of everyone’s favorite adult website. There was nary a penetrative moan to be heard through his speakers. The entire thing brought you great joy. The man was acting so odd and honestly he was getting your hopes up for a fantastically mind blowing date on Saturday. You’d already picked out your dress, heels, and jewelry and had been having a very hard time tolerating the ever so tedious passage of time.

By the time Saturday rolled around you were a wreck of nerves; though you weren’t exactly sure why you were so anxious. It was probably his recent fretting and obsessive preparations that had rubbed off on you. You’d decided to take it easier on him today. He’d obviously been working very hard on this assignment once given the dangling carrot of a good grade to be awarded at the end and if there was one thing you knew about Baekhyun, it was how much he strived to achieve perfection in his academic performance. You’d provided the materials. He’d obviously been studying and go-time was quickly approaching.

You took your time getting ready, soaking in your bathtub to kill some of the dull waiting hours before he was due to pick you up. By the time you were scrubbed, rinsed, shaved, moisturized, plucked, preened, coiffed, and scented to your satisfaction, you had only a half an hour to slip up the straps on the fancy fitted cocktail dress and check your reflection in the full length mirror. It was fitted and had a deep plunging neckline. It accentuated the best parts of your figure and the high slit that landed over your upper thigh showed just enough skin to make you feel sexy.

With your heels you were ready to go; feeling about as pretty as you had in a long while. The silliest little fantasy swam through your head as you spun in front of the mirror and it brought just a little warmth to your cheeks as you allowed it to play out. The idea that he would find you so lovely, so irresistible, that even the iron willed man with his self control like a steel trap would lose himself in the slow blinks of your lashes and drown in the pools of your eyes for just one night.

When you lightly slapped a palm over your cheek, it was to ground yourself. This was fake. Everything that happened tonight would be the result of careful calculations and applications of behaviors modeled in text books that he had studied all week long. It was a date with Baekhyun, but it wouldn't really be an accurate representation of the Baekhyun that you know so well.

You knew he would follow a script. He would perform as a perfect gentleman and you would play along, knowing that when he brought you home you would get a gentle hug and a thanks for sharing your knowledge with him and you would close your bedroom door and he would return to his bedroom door and life as you know it would simply fall back into place as it should remain unchanged for however long it took for you to get back on your feet, perhaps get a place of your own not too far away from him; although this neighborhood was very expensive, you’d settle for one or two subways stops away if it meant you could visit your best friend often and see him living out the life he deserved with someone who was worthy of his love.

Tonight, you will enjoy. But you would not allow your emotions to betray your rational mind. You would enjoy it and then it would be over and Baekhyun would have the skill set to ask out Mia, or whoever else he set his mind on asking out.

Your quiet self assurance was interrupted by two soft knocks on your bedroom door and your hands were trembling as you grabbed your handbag that had your cell phone, a tube of lipstick for touch-ups and a few just in case items you were always taught to carry with you, you know, just in case.

You’d reached the door and swung it open with a beaming smile on your face.

Your date was here. Baekhyun was here. It was Peanut.

A smile that quickly transformed into what you were sure was a gaping opening in your face resembling some aquatic animal and you found yourself gazing upon, frankly, an expertly styled exquisitely handsome real life man, who was wearing Byun Baekhyun’s face and smile.

Despite seeing him standing before you with your own two eyes, your brain was having trouble reconciling the two; your harmless roommate and the man who stood before you wearing a crisp suit jacket that he filled out shockingly well, a fashionable collarless dress shirt that looked like it came from some fancy boutique from downtown, fitted dress slacks that you tried your best not to linger on for too long, and were his shoes Italian? You were pretty sure they were Italian. More than just the clothes, his hair was different. He’d gone and had something done to his hair! Lord, you saw slight waves and a deliberate styling by an expert hand with just a bit of his forehead visible. Oh he looked so lovely with this hair style.

You remembered to close your mouth, but only after the realization dawning on you that he hadn’t said anything to you as you silently admired how beautiful he looked standing in his fancy suit looking like at least a million bucks.

You knew...you knew he was an attractive man. You’d have plenty of glimpses of it again and again, freshly reminded of it during that photo shoot late that night. You’d even known he worked out and had had plenty of chances to ogle the muscles on his arms and chest when he just woke up and would wander out shirtless for a drink of water. You knew that the entire shape of this man was the kind of handsome that you had to make conscious decisions to ignore. You’d forced yourself to look away plenty of times in the past. Still, the Baekhyun who stood here today, the one who had his lips parted as he stared into your eyes now after what you were certain was a head to toe, slow as hell, full body appreciation of all of your preparations to get ready for tonight, this Baekhyun was, for lack of a better word, he was sexy as all hell.

For the first time since you began this project; these lessons in dating, you felt like you might actually be in some sort of trouble.

Baekhyun spoke at last and it was the softest whisper. He said your name. Not Bug, not stupid or dummy or stinky which he called you sometimes even though you knew, you fucking knew you always smelled amazing. You went out of your way to smell great. The sound of your name on his voice softened the shock in your face and you felt a smile pull at your lips.

And so you smiled at him and watched the slow but complete smile that manifested on his pretty face.

“Hi,” he said with a blink of his bright eyes.

“Hi Baek,” you said. Your heart was racing.

He pivoted on his (Italian!) shoes and extended a bent elbow toward you and you slipped a hand around his arm.

He was doing so well. Each step you took through your shared home felt new. You had a hard time keeping from watching the side of his face and each glance you made was greeted with the light touch of his eyes as he met your eyes with his own.

Moments blurred. He ticked all the boxes, of course. He opened your door, closed it quietly behind you once you were inside. Even helped you with the seatbelt, much to the dismay of your racing heartbeat when he reached over to pull the red strap across you, careful to keep his hands well away from touching any of your actual body as he did it. The true devastation hit you when, all closed up inside the dark car in the silent moments before he started the engine and the intoxicating smell of him reached your nose.

This was a new smell. Baekhyun had gone to the salon, gone shopping for expensive new clothes, and was also wearing what had to be the best smelling cologne you had ever experienced in person.

“You smell really good,” you said without looking at him and your fingers fidgeted with the strap of your handbag to keep your mind working.

“So do you,” he said followed by an inhale that you were certain sounded just a little thready and he was steering the car through lanes and turns of a parking garage to exit the building.

His destination was the kind of fancy dream-like restaurant that you saw only in movies. The sun would be setting soon and you were led to a rooftop terrace with a view over the city and a single table set for two. You followed the pleasantly clean woman and lingering just behind you, Baekhyun silently fell behind one or two steps. A glance behind woke him up from whatever daze he’d fallen into and he closed the distance with two larger steps and a shy smile on his lips.

The waitstaff worked like ninjas. Glasses were refilled as if by magic and course after course of delicious food appeared before you as you watched the sunset over the horizon and when the light faded enough, the soft glow of twinkle lights illuminated the view around you.

The dinner was delicious and the scenery was breathtaking and that alone would have given him full marks for such a lovely evening out, but Byun Baekhyun was proving to be an overachiever as he started to talk to you. He was asking you open-ended questions, pulling conversation easily from you and you found yourself giggling and laughing as he joked in response or told you some funny anecdotes from his childhood that he knew you would love.

By the time dessert arrived you were pretty certain you were drunk despite half of the wine that remained back in your glass. Baekhyun, ever the stickler for vehicle safety had stuck to soft drinks and when he excused himself for the restrooms, you waited patiently under the glowing lights as you daydreamed about the genuine brightness you were certain you saw in his smiles. Had the twinkle in his eyes been just a reflection of this place? Everything about him tonight felt so real. You’d read through the same book he read through and you couldn’t recall him using a single recycled phrase or conversation point during dinner.

Maybe he was just that good of a student.

A noise startled you from behind and you jumped when a single red rose was laid on the table in front of you.

A rose. Baekhyun had brought you back a rose from somewhere; maybe he stole it from the elaborate flower arrangements you passed on the way in.

“Where did you get this?” You mused as you smelled his sweet offering and he shrugged and tugged at the top button of his shirt, undoing it and slipping slim fingers down to undo the second button as well. Your eyes watched the action and weirdly the fragrance from the rose smelled sweeter than the first time you smelled it.

“I just had it,” he said cryptically with another charming and blinding smile.

“Ready to go? We have one more place to visit.”

The next place he took you was even more magical than the fancy restaurant. The parking lot was nearly empty and when he opened your door he was fussing around with a small bag in the backseat of his car. He pulled out a pair of black ballet flats and you watched in awe as the man actually kneeled down on the pavement in front of you to carefully slip your heels off of your feet and slip on the comfortable shoes.

While they did not look anywhere near as sexy as the heels did, you instantly understood the need for a change.

Baekhyun had brought you to an aquarium with what looked like miles and miles of indoor and outdoor paths to walk through with tunnels traveling through the biggest tanks of aquatic sea life you’d ever seen.

You were instantly hypnotized by the deep sea exhibits that seemed to take you for miles and miles below the surface of the ocean where the sea life grew weirder and the lighting grew darker and dimmer the further down you traveled. Here at depths difficult to wrap your brain around the fish and sea creatures have adapted to freezing waters and a bleak existence without any light at all. Many had their own light sources. The bioluminescent exhibits sparkled and twinkled like the stars in the sky out in the country. You saw entire universes all around you.

Baekhyun was as enraptured as you were and spent his time carefully reading each exhibit’s information card out loud as he stared with his mouth open in awe at the different creatures. There were hundreds of different species of fishes, beautiful ones and downright creepy ugly things from the very bottom of the oceans; endangered species too; the sleepy eyes of the sea turtles were your favorites and the impressions Baekhyun made of their swimming faces made you cackle with laughter. Bright lights illuminated meters of corals of all shapes, sizes, and colors, and you honestly felt like you’d entered another planet when you both walked into the jellyfish halls.

They glowed and flowed, bounced and danced, and moved like a dream. You found yourself hypnotized as you stared at the biggest tank full of them for long enough for Baekhyun to make three circles around waiting for you to follow him out of this room so he could go see the sharks.

You knew the sharks were coming. You’d had a look at the map. And while you didn't necessarily dislike them, their huge sizes and razor sharp teeth always gave you the heebie-jeebies. The jellies were just so comfortable to look at and so relaxing.

It took some coaxing from Baekhyun, and maybe even a little tiny push at the back of your shoulders to get your feet to move and you lingered a bit long in the dark hallway that connects the two exhibits.

You just felt that maybe, the sharks could wait just a little bit longer to meet you.

He’d noticed right away and you opened up your eyes that you’d closed up for a little relaxing session when you felt the tips of his fingers running along the palm of your hand.

He gripped lightly at first, and then shifted your hand within his and he began walking forward in that dark hallway with you trailing behind him.

Baekhyun touched you sometimes. This was something that he did, on occasion. During a scary movie when you’d jumped too many times, or when you both walked through a crowded place and he didn't want you to wander off, he would occasionally hold your hand. This wasn’t something new to you.

However your heart was beating hard in your chest and the warmth of his hand coupled with the firmness with which he held you felt so damn nice you were having trouble focusing on anything else except for your own shallow breathing and racing heartbeat — and his hand holding yours.

Sharks swam at a gentle languid pace. Clearly at ease and very well fed here in their homes, there didn't seem to be very much murder and feasting happening at all. Hammerheads, tiger sharks, something uglier than any other creature you had ever seen that came from The Midnight Zone of the deepest parts and with each creature that swam overhead, or beside you, or creeped up from somewhere behind you, Baekhyun would turn to face you and take two or three steps backwards as he pulled you through it, your hand held securely inside of his. He would smile at you that debilitating smile, and tilt his head and call you a scary cat or a big baby and you would laugh and roll your eyes and deny that you were even a little bit scared of anything at all.

All was going well. You were very well taken care of and felt very secure inside this tiny tunnel at the bottom fo the ocean and you’d noticed this time when Baekhyun had turned around to look at you with a bright smile that smile wavered just a touch and his eyes seemed to focus on something that was coming up from behind.

Your curiosity got the better of you and you turned to see what he saw.

Baekhyun moved quickly then, moving both of his hands up to reach for your face he pulled your head forward and moved his own face close to yours. You felt the warmth of his forehead lean against yours for a moment and you could not see around or behind you with his hands placed so carefully on the sides of your head like this.

You knew what it was. It had to be something huge and terrifying, maybe even something with fresh blood still on it’s teeth. A Great White. The giant monster from the movie Jaws that you had watched with him once not realizing just how scary it would be and you spent most of the film curled up under his arm wincing at the horrors you saw on the screen.

“Hey Peanut,” you said softly while looking up close into his eyes. He was so close you could feel the warmth of his breath on your face. His smell, that new smell of his smelled even better this close to his skin.

“Hey LoveBug,” he said with a gentle smile and you knew based on the use of this carefully reserved nickname for emergencies that it was exactly as you had feared. A Great White, chomping on the remains of the cutest crying baby penguin. The fluffiest one with its whole life ahead of it.

Baekhyun was safe though. Baekhyun was warm and he was here to protect you. You would be okay, you knew it.

“Is it gone yet?” You asked after what felt like the average time for a fish that size to swim away and you noticed something. It was a look, just a glance. Baekhyun’s eyes floated a bit and the warm breath you felt coming from him was delivered in quicker puffs through his parted lips.

When he licked his lips, you could not help it, your eyes caught the motion as his tongue ran over his bottom lip and left wetness behind and by the time you realized what you had done — where you had looked — you had already done it, your stubborn eyes had already looked and in your mind a vivid replay was happening. You felt too much. This was too much. This was supposed to be fake. Why did he have to smell so fucking good and why was he so aware of every tiny detail about you he knew when something would overwhelm you and ruin your mood, so he used his own body to shield you from it and protect you. You cautiously pulled your eyes back up only to find him blinking too fast and he was dropping his hands from your face as he took a step back and away from the stifling closeness.

You were dizzy. You felt it all over. Your heart was racing and the warmth you felt traveling through your body sent waves through you. You had to rub lightly over your forearms to smooth out the goosebumps and Baekhyun was no longer facing you, but was staring off into the literal depths of the cold black ocean and you took a while to recover enough to walk by him toward the exit of the aquarium and back into the darkened city streets you knew as the real world.

The walk back to the car was quiet and had an odd flavor about it. You both could feel the end coming. It had been a wonderful date. You’d spent hours, just the two of you talking and laughing and exploring literally new worlds you hadn’t before experienced. You felt a sudden but definite melancholy to see the fancy circles that made up the logo of his car.

“Hey, you want to take a walk?” Baekhyun’s voice halted your steps and you turned back to see him standing with a hand in his pocket, fidgeting in hidden, likely with the key fob to his car, and a new sort of nervous flush on his cheeks that you hadn’t seen since he first showed up at your bedroom door looking like a dashing Prince Charming ready to sweep you off your feet.

“Sure,” you said, meaning every bit of it and secretly extremely thankful that this evening wasn’t over yet.

The walk was peaceful. It was a bit chilly tonight and you didn’t even resist when you felt the warmth of the coat jacket he placed over your shoulders. You thought you’d become used to the smell of him by now, but clearly you were incapable of ever getting used to his smell.

The streets were mostly empty now that the night had grown stale and you walked side by side passing various touristy shops that had long since closed up for the evening. Ahead you could see a small street side cafe that sold warm teas and coffees and Baekhyun was pulling out his wallet before you even had the chance to look at him with hopeful delight all over your face. He ordered two hot coffees and you danced and celebrated when he handed the first one to you.

It warmed you from the inside and you paid no mind to the smudges of lipstick all over the white lid of your cup. The hot drink made you happy and you could see your breath like a dragon in the chilly night air around you. Each puff made Baekhyun smile and when he’d taken a particularly big drink from his cup he pulled his head back and puffed out three perfectly formed rings of warm air into the color air above his head. The rings grew and then faded quickly but you were so excited to see his trick that you made him do it again and again until he was puffing and out of breath and laughing too much for any more cool rings to form. This man was full of secrets. Absolutely full of them!

The night was winding on. You could feel the lateness in your limbs and you’d long since finished your drinks and dropped your paper cups into a street side trash can. Your feet, you found were protesting. It wasn’t that they ached or hurt or anything like that. You weren't even that tired. You were just having trouble with the idea of this ending and the night being over.

Everything had to end eventually. You didn't even pout at all when he pulled open your door. You just climbed in and sat down, fastening your own seatbelt this time with a sense of finality looming in your mind along with a wagging finger that quietly scolded you for letting your guard down during this date.

The drive back home was quiet. He didn't even turn on the radio and even though he drove with one hand, he held his other hand firm atop his thigh.

The small touches and stolen glances were over. The date was over. He had done very well. You were thoroughly swept off your feet and his grade would be an A+. You would go back to your room and go to sleep and tomorrow morning when you woke up you’d find him back to his usual antics and maybe, maybe you’d even get him to ask Mia out on a date.

You swallowed the dryness in your throat and the familiar landmarks outside your apartment building called you back home. Baekhyun pulled into the parking garage and you did not wait for him to round the hood of the car to reach your door, you simply opened it yourself and pushed through it.

Baekhyun did well. You had given him a task and he’d done it. He deserved all the praise and recognition for a job well done. He’d taken it seriously just as he said he would. This dark mood that had suddenly come over you could not show. You shouldn’t do this to him.

You cared for him too much to ruin this sweet evening.

You loved him too much. This quiet secret usually echoed around inside of your heart and you winced to hear it peaking it’s way up into your running thoughts.

The apartment was dark and you walked through it easily, knowing exactly where you could walk without bumping into anything and he didn’t turn on any lights as he walked closely behind you. He hadn’t said anything to you on the drive home, nor did he speak right now as he walked you back to your bedroom door where he had picked you up.

You turned to face him now. You pushed a smile up to your lips and his face was mostly in the darkness, barely lit with the city lights from the window.

“Thank you for a lovely evening, Baekhyun. It was perfect. You were perfect. Seriously, you are amazing.”

You leaned before he did and you felt the staggered response from his limbs as he wrapped both of his arms around your shoulders for the hug.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight,” he whispered against your ear and when you pulled out of the hug, your small smile was not returned. You could see enough of his face to see that he did not smile at you now.

Your hand was on your door and you turned and stepped inside, thankful that you had left your small table lamp on. The room was warm and inviting and you closed the door behind you with a soft click that sounded exactly like clapperboard snapped to signal the end of a movie scene. You could almost hear a director somewhere yelling cut. Everybody clapped for the job well done. All the actors could now go home. It was over.

Your shoes were off. You’d pulled off the earrings and had taken off your necklace and the delicate tennis bracelet’s clasp was so tiny you had to try a few times to get it open so you could take it off.

When you reached up to slip the strap of your dress off your shoulders a tiny sound interrupted you. It was almost like a knocking, but it was so soft you had to listen carefully to hear if it repeated again.

It did not, but you could not shake that feeling that it had happened and out of genuine curiosity you walked across your bedroom and pulled your bedroom door open.

Someone was there; Baekhyun was there, standing in nearly the exact same position as he had been, wearing the same clothes. The only difference was the sight mess to his hair and the definite pink shade you saw on his face even in the dim lighting from the windows.

“Peanut?” You couldn’t imagine what this was. He was finished. The assignment was finished and he had done perfectly, you’d said so already...but, his eyes. You caught that same look that you’d seen on him many times before. It was a look of hard determination that propelled him forward when he dove into some new and difficult project he had to master. If you had to give it a name, you’d call it his passion. The passion he had inside of him to do things right. To be perfect.

“I said I would take it seriously,” he said in a well controlled voice and you shook your head, not understanding what he meant. Did he have some regrets about how the night went? Did he feel that he had somehow failed to live up to the requirements you’d set forth for him as his teacher?

“The date, I told you I would.” He wasn't clarifying anything with his words.

It was then that he moved.

His hands were up and Baekhyun took a step closer to where you stood confused and surprised at the threshold of your bedroom door. He reached for you with both hands and you felt the warmth of his palms on your cheeks at the same time as you felt the exhale from his parted lips against your mouth. It happened in a single moment. His lips connected with yours and you gasped in a surprised breath. Baekhyun kissed you. His lips were on yours and he held your face tightly between both of his hands as he did it. This was it. This was his goodnight kiss at your front door. This was the end of the date.

You could just make out the ultra up close view of him, his fluffed up hair, the smoothness of his forehead, his eyes closed up tight and dark eyelashes spread over his cheeks and it was all a big blur and so you closed your eyes and your heart raged noisily inside of your chest with the sudden need you felt for this to happen.

Your own lips parted and you felt the tilt of his head as his bottom lip pushed out slipping perfectly between your own and you could not stop it. You could not control the tightness with which your hands clung to the cotton of his dress shirt and pulled him toward you. You could not contain the way his tongue brushed lightly against your own and the way you reacted to it. The light moan that escaped from your throat and bounced around inside of his mouth. The light draw you felt on your lip as he pulled lightly and sucked on your lip as he did it. The final pull was him pulling away.

He ended the kiss with a step backward and a drop of his hands from your face.

He had kissed you and you most definitely had kissed him back. The labored breathing you struggled to contain did nothing for the dizziness.

“Goodnight,” he said with a roughness on his voice; plus the blown out look in his eyes was telling you of many forbidden things that he was running from now. Things that even he knew were a very bad idea.

This had been fake. This was supposed to be a lesson.

You stood at your doorway and watched him disappear into his bedroom and after standing frozen in your doorway you had no choice but to return to the quiet glowing comfort of your own bedroom and close your door too.

Your hands were shaking and you felt the trembling all over you as you looked around at the place you called home. The place you loved more than anything in the world except for maybe that man who was likely facing a very similar struggle behind his own closed bedroom door.

The only difference was just how much you had to lose if you gave in.

You loved him. You knew it deep down inside of your soul. It had been buried for so long deep in the frozen depths of your ocean that you thought it would never surface and consume you, yet now you knew you’d been a fool.

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celestial-fucking-weeb · 4 years ago

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WINTER WARMTH

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Hi, everyone!! This is a part of the Citrus Dome Snowed In collab! I’m so thankful to be a part of this round and super grateful for @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten and @tomurasprincess for letting me be on the masterlist! I’m so excited, but I’m not super proud of this one, so please feel free to give feedback.

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Warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, AGED UP (mid twenties), fluff, insecurities, smut, body worship, chubby kink, marking (hickies), Papi kink

Pairing: Sero Hanta x reader

The local news station hailed it as “the storm of the century,” and they weren’t wrong. You’ve watched the snow pile up beyond the window, building from a light dusting on the grass to literal knee-high drifts. And it shows no sign of stopping.

The place you’re stranded is stocked up on groceries, you’d charged every electronic device to your name, and you’d cranked the thermostat as high as it would go until the inevitable happens —

The power goes out.

So now you’re stuck indoors, with only a certain someone for company. The same someone you’ve been pining after for ages. Snow stacks up higher and higher outside. As the cold seeps in, and you both drift closer, you realize this was somehow the one thing you hadn’t thought to prepare for…

The snow outside was pretty at first, but now with the doors and windows to your small cottage-type home half covered, it seemed almost oppressive. With the power outage, there was no television to drown out the quiet, only deafening silence and the movement of your new roommate, Sero Hanta.

It didn’t start this way, you hadn’t always obsessively paid attention to his mannerisms. At one point in time, he was just a hero working for the same agency you provided medical care for. You were just support staff, until a dumb villain thought you were “important” and kidnapped you, leaving the heroes you saw as coworkers to rescue you. After that, the agency wanted you to live in the adjacent apartments, but you refused. Magically, two days later, Sero Hanta approached you asking about your spare room under the guise of his lease running out. You thought it seemed a bit suspicious, particularly that this gorgeous man had “nowhere else to go”, meaning no significant other to take him in. Of course, you agreed, being a nice person and maybe bit naïve. He moved his stuff in, didn’t make much of a fuss, and mostly left you to your own devices. That is, until you noticed some... abnormalities. The lingering glances, the newly installed security cameras, the not-so-subtle ideas to spend time with you of having meals together or watching movies, making sure you’d eaten or slept... He cared too much. He was so perfect- gorgeous, tall, easygoing, had similar goals as a rescue hero, funny, and he cared. He cared for you, which made living with him so much harder. You found yourself enjoying nights with him, wanting to sit a little closer, wanting to impress him with new dishes to make for dinner, ditching your ex’s sweatpants for cute sleep shorts, relishing in fantasies of his protective nature and dominating stature with your hand between your thighs... You thought you were going to choke when he started walking around in only gray sweats or a towel after his shower. You tried your best to keep eye contact, not stick around too long, not encroach upon his comfort in his own house. You failed to notice the smirk on his face when you quickly excused yourself or when you turned away too fast after being caught staring.

Sero had originally taken this as an assignment, although he did have a bit of a crush on you from the times you’d patched him up after rough shifts. He thought of himself as your own personal hero, but that mindset soon turned into more than just an assignment. He was protective over you, and he found himself getting defensive if you even mentioned another guy. He had tried flirting within reason, just making dinners and watching movies, but he got cocky when he had walked past your door one night and heard your little whimpers. He decided to test his theory, wearing his sweats lower than he normally would and walking back to his room in a towel, and delighting in strolling past your room to hear your muffled moans and the vibrations of the toy you never used to use. You were getting desperate, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t boost his ego to hear his name through the walls. This, however, was NOT something he’d planned on.

Everything was fine, being stuck in the house together was nice, until the power went out. The heat somewhat remained in the house until night, when you curled up on the couch under every blanket you had and he layered on an extra hoodie and lounged next to you. He looked cold...

“H-Hey... Sero? Um... You look cold. Do you want a blanket?”

“Hmmm, but then wouldn’t you be cold too?” He chuckled and scratched the back of his neck.

“Well... Maybe... But that’s okay! You need to be warm too!!” God, you’re so sweet.

“I mean... You could always come over here, we can be warm together!” He stretches out his arm and beckons you over, inviting you to curl up next to him. You shift over, spreading the blankets over your roommate and hiding your blushing face under the pile of softness, keeping at least 3 inches of space between you before he rests his arm behind your head.

“Thanks, y/n, this is uh... nice!” He hides his disappointment at your perceived rejection, going back to look at his phone.

After 20 minutes of scrolling, you can’t take it anymore. He smells so good, and you can feel the warmth radiating from his body.

“I’M GONNA GO TO BED NOW. Uh, goodnight!” You basically shouted, too loud to be natural. You abruptly stood up before slightly shrinking from the frigid air. When did it get so cold in here?

“Hey, it’s really cold... We don’t really have a ton of blankets, and I’m worried you’re going to freeze, so maybe we could sleep in my room tonight? Just for, ya know... body heat?” He sounds nervous, like he expects you to freak out and reject him completely.

“Well... I-I guess that’s smart... You’re right. So... Let’s go?” Holy fuck, you are so nervous. You were originally escaping to your room like you normally do, too horny to continue hanging out with Sero and retain your sanity, but now you’re sleeping with him?! What the fuck are you thinking?!

He gathered the blankets and lead you into his room, holding the door for you before plopping down your nest of fabric. You stand awkwardly in the center of the room, waiting for something you have no idea what. Sero unceremoniously strips himself of his hoodies and sweats and climbs into bed, seemingly out of habit, before turning his attention to you and holding the blankets open.

“Are you coming?” He smirks, putting on a confused voice that doesn’t quite match the mischief in his eyes.

“I-...” FUCK, he’s beautiful. Lean muscles flexing with every movement, shaggy hair falling over his face, and holy... The tight black boxers are NOT helping the whole “too turned on to function” situation.

“Oh... Sorry, I read somewhere that skin-to-skin contact is better for warmth. You’d probably know better than me, I guess.” He grins, as though this entire thing is nonchalant and completely normal. “I can help you if you’d like~”

“Uh nope, yeah, you’re right!! I’ll uh just... Can you close your eyes?” You are panicking. Every insecurity you’ve ever had is coming to bite you in the ass. You’re suddenly hyper aware of how much space your body takes up, remembering everything those stupid bitches in high school said about you.

“Y/n, you’ve seen me in that skin tight hero suit and you’ve patched up most of my body. It’s totally fine! PLUS, you’re sleeping in my bed, am I gonna have to close my eyes the whole night??” He jokes, not knowing that your shyness isn’t rooted in principle, but fear. Upon seeing your face, his smile falters and he autocorrects, “You know, I think you’re beautiful, but if you want me to turn around, I promise I will.”

“No, it’s-it’s fine. It’s okay. Wait- did you just call me beautiful?” You try to cover your shocked expression as you take off your sweater and slide off your fuzzy pajama pants. Sero is thankful your head is stuck in your sweater as his jaw practically drops. Oh fuck, he’s screwed. His eyes follow your curves from your chest, down your sides, to the pouch of your tummy and the plump fullness of your thighs... If he thought he was having trouble focusing before, there’s no way there’s gonna be enough blood in his brain when you’re half naked next to him... Speaking of... Shit, he’s hard... Okay, it’s fine, just tuck it in your waistband like you did back in school...

You climb into bed as quickly as you can, still keeping a few inches between you and Sero until he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest. You squeak in surprise and he chuckles, “You can’t be warm unless you’re over here! C’mere.” He nestles his face into your hair and splays a hand across the curve of your lower back. Feeling very naked and very nervous, you shift in his hold and snuggle closer to the heat he gives off, but halt your motions when you feel him twitch against your thigh. Neither of you are breathing, praying the other didn’t notice the rock hard length pressed between your bodies. Somehow, in the time you spent essentially playing dead, you both fell asleep cuddled together.

Over the course of the night, you had shifted to straddle your leg over his torso and he had turned on his back with his hand resting on the space between your thigh and your butt. Sero was the first to stir from his slumber when he felt you move against him, a small whine escaping your parted lips as your hips rolled against his. Oh... OH... Is y/n-? oh fuck y/n is dreaming... and grinding on me... fuck, this shouldn’t feel so good... He tries his hardest to go back to sleep, but the feeling of your sleeping body brushing up against his cock keeps him wide awake. He was trying to stay perfectly still until he heard your tiny whisper “Hanta~”... His hips involuntarily thrust, drawing out the most sinful moan from your throat as the head of his dick added friction on your clit that woke you up. You start to move away, embarrassed and hoping to check that he’s still asleep, but Sero’s grip tightens around your thigh and presses you harder onto him.

“Good morning to you, too~... If you needed my help getting off, you could’ve just asked, babygirl~” The lust and sleep clouding his voiced, combined with the steady roll of his hips makes you whimper and tuck your face into his neck.

“Awww so shy~ You were moaning my name earlier. Why don’t we see how loud I can make you, princess?” He speaks lowly as he flips you onto your back, hovering over you.

“I- I... Please.” You breathe wrapping your legs around his waist and stare up at him, wiggling your hips and sliding your hands up his biceps.

“Can I- Can I kiss you? Are you sure you want this? I’ve had feelings for you since before I moved in and I just... I never want to hurt you.” Cupping your cheek and searching your face for any hesitation, Sero starts succumbing to his own insecurities. He never wants to hurt you, and he knows he isn’t the flashy hero some of his friends seem to be... He needs to hear you say it.

“Sero... Yes~. I want you, please kiss me... I feel the same way. Please~...” Upon hearing your confession, Sero slotted his lips against yours. The kiss was sweet, gentle. Breathing each other in felt so right, so natural, and you followed his lead when he slid his hold to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. His hand drifted down, following the curve of your breasts, tracing your sides and resting on the pouch of your tummy. Just as you were starting to feel self conscious, Sero groans and moves to kiss your neck, mumbling “You’re so beautiful, y/n. Fuck, so perfect. You feel so soft, I need you so bad~” The whimper he draws from you when he sucks a deep mark into the column of your throat is absolutely lewd, you can barely believe it came from you. He kisses his way down your body, leaving hickies along your skin and squeezing every inch he can get his hands on. You look down at him, his eyes dark with lust and admiration as he leaves opened mouthed kisses along your inner thighs, making you more needy than you thought possible. He strokes his thumb along your clothed slit and moans at your wetness.

“Fuck- you’re so wet for me, angel. I want to taste you, you’re so cute like this. Let’s take these off, yeah?” He looks to you and hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties, asking for permission and grinning like an idiot when you lift your hips to help him. Before you can say anything, he’s prying your legs open and diving in, moaning as he laps your slit and sucks your clit into his mouth. You run your fingers through his hair and grip him, pulling him into you and grinding against his face. His groans send vibrations straight to your core, pinning your hips with one arm and sliding two fingers into your dripping cunt.

“M-more!! Oh god, please Sero, just like that- I want more!” You moan so prettily for him, but he wants something more. He releases your clit with a pop and leans up, stilling his fingers inside you and wrapping his free hand around your neck. The pressure and dominance has you clenching around his fingers, and he takes notice.

“You either call me Hanta or Papi, nothing else. You understand? I want you to say my name when you cum.” He commands, and sends a shiver down your spine. “Oh you like that, huh?~ I can feel you squeezing my fingers. Why don’t you tell me what you want, baby?~”

Your brain goes hazy when he leans in and places little love bites on your neck and collarbones. “PAPI~! Yes, I love it! Please fuck me, I want to feel you, I need moreee~” You pant as he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you unbearably empty.

“Oh baby, I’ll fill you up, don’t worry. But first, why don’t you suck my cock?~” He strips himself of his boxers and flips the two of you, pulling you on top of him. He’s so long, just thick enough to stretch you and reach every amazing spot inside of you. The sight of his hard length has you drooling, anticipating feeling the weight of him on your tongue. You give the head a few kitten licks, relishing in the way he groans and twitches in your hand. He laces his fingers at the base of your head and lets you set your own pace, wrapping your plush lips around him. Bobbing your head up and down, running your tongue along the vein on the underside of his dick and swirling it around the head- you love seeing his reactions. The way his breathing increases and his hips buck when you hollow your cheeks. He looks so pretty like this, you can’t help but rub your thighs together for some kind of friction. Luckily, he notices how desperate you’ve gotten and pulls you up to straddle him with one hand still on your hair and the other gripping your hip, calloused fingers digging in and massaging the fat there.

“As much as I want to cum in that perfect little mouth, I think my baby needs to be filled, yeah?” He fists his cock and strokes the head through your wetness, gathering your slick and making you involuntarily grind against him. “Beg for my cock, babygirl~, tell Papi what you want.” The smirk on his face is utterly sinful, teasing you and enjoying the fucked out expression on your beautiful face.

“PLEASE I want your cock, I wanna be full, just fuck me already!!! Please stop teasing me Hantaaa~” Just as you grind your hips down onto him, he thrusts into you, cutting off your pleading with a needy moan. “Ah~ fuck- so full, so full, oh my god! Yes Papi~!”

“Oh shit angel, fuck- you feel so good.” Hanta grabs your hips and helps you slowly fuck yourself on him, “Just like that, baby, just like that. Ride my fucking cock. Fuck- you’re so tight...”

The dirty talk pouring out of Hanta’s mouth, combined with the stretch of his hot length stirring up your insides, you find yourself embarrassingly close to climax already. Your first orgasm hits you like a train, completely knocking the air out of your lungs and causing you to collapse onto Hanta’s chest. He seizes the opportunity to flip the two of you, holding you underneath him and fucking you into the mattress.

“Ah ah ahhhhh~ Hantaaa~ I can’t! I can’t, I just came, it’s too much!!! oh FUCK Papi!!!” You feel the tears welling up in your eyes from the overstimulation and pleasure.

“Yes you can, babygirl. You’re taking me so well, you’re such a good girl. I know you love it, I can feel your pussy flutter around me. So honest, angel. You’re so perfect like this- fuck.” Hanta grips the back of your thighs and pushes your knees to the bed, hitting even deeper within you. The head of his cock kisses your cervix with every thrust and makes you scream out, nails digging into his back, and egging him on.

“Come on, mi amor, cum with me. I know you can, I can tell you’re so fucking close... Cum on my cock, that’s right. Cum for me.” His long fingers reach down and rub quick circles on your clit. He leans in to sink his teeth into the junction of your neck and your shoulder, sending you over the edge into your climax. Your vision goes white and you clamp down around him, cunt spasming as you squirt all over his thighs and abs.

“F-fuck!!! That’s so fucking hot~ I’m gonna- Ah~” He fills you to the brim with his sticky release, the warmth spreading through your core and coating your walls. Hanta releases your legs and lays on top of you, sweaty bodies pressed together until he comes down from his high.

“That was so amazing, angel. You were so good for me. Such a pretty baby, all mine...” He pulls back to kiss your temple and rolls over, petting your hair and lightly scratching your back.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me... I always want to be yours.” You giggle, bubbly at his claim on you and still buzzing from your high. You curl up into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding him close. “Mine.”

“Mmhmm, all yours.” He breathes a chuckle and places a kiss to your hairline. “I’m glad I can warm you up, lovebug.” He smiles as your breathing evens out, falling asleep with you in his arms.

#sero hanta #sero hanta x reader #bnha x reader #sero hanta fanfic #fanfiction #mha sero #mha smut

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sly-merlin · 4 years ago

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okey dokey! I'm gonna be a father!

Requesting pregnant reader scenarios, wanna see more of the guys’ duality balancing domesticity and impending fatherhood, and running the world, ya know 🙏🏾😎🤔😀 Just throwing the idea out there since you said we could. Y’know things like ‘I’m trying to leave to set up a meeting but her back is sore & she wants ice cream so one of u needs to suddenly be available. now’ & other things ig. I imagined Ty Kun, John Jae or Kun in as leader & probably hc or jaemin as the wife-sitters (lol)

Since you didn’t specify the unit,I did this with the few members from hyung line. This got so long that I ran out of ideas so let me know if you want me to write for some other members. though j incorporated your ideas but i based it on the concept of them managing the treats in both hands. This is my first time doing reactions so leave some feedback if you wish! Have a nice day everybody.

(7 members) Ft. Taeil, johnny, taeyong, yuta, ten, jaehyun + kun

TAEIL

"Let me message you back!" Taeil whispered into the phone and raised his body to observe your sleeping form. Your head was securely resting on his arm and he let out a relieved sigh as it was one of the few Lucky days when you were not thrashing around in your sleep. Day after day, you were getting uncomfortable with your heavy belly and all he could ever do was keep you company in your frustrations. He couldn't risk waking you up so he tried his best to complete the task in the painful position. He fidgeted with the phone for it was impossible to handle a 6 inch of metal device with one hand. Struggling with the grip for a few more seconds, he finally managed to send johnny a message regarding the inquiry.

Ask tae He has ab eztra key 2 my ofice.

Maybe he should turn his autocorrect on for situations like this!

Thinking his work was done, he locked the phone. just when he was about to put it on the nightstand on a blind guess, it vibrated again!

John: He is out! You need to come asap.

He stopped to watch out for any movement from your side and when there was none, he shifted to his phone again.

Nt my pblm.

He couldn't understand why johnny was being so persistent when everyone was under strict orders to not call him after 10 p.m unless someone was dying!

John: Jungwoo is in trouble with police. I need his fake ID!

Taeil’s scoffed a bit too loudly causing you to stir. He paused in his actions only to continue when he noticed your even breathing. Weighing the options, he concluded that Jungwoo must have forgotten to pay for the food again or something like that otherwise if it was work related then johnny would have been screaming at his door and not through the phone.

Not his 1st time. dw too much. Jst send him some food so he wont cry like last tym.

He deserved that much punishment! With that he switched the device off and wrapped his arm around your waist, returning to the warmth he got to experience only at night times.

JOHNNY

You were on edge since the day you got yourself tested. You could blame it on the suddenly changing hormones or the never present johnny but one thing was sure that you were missing him more than ever. Johnny on the other hand, avoided going back home for the sole reason of finding himself incapable of taking care of you and his dangerous job. That’s why he had assigned hendery to be at your beck and call. He was a medic and since the other medical emergencies could be handled by xiaojun and renjun, hendery had no problem in spending some time with you. His company was full of funny stories of other members and silly jokes. Despite his endless efforts to distract you, the thought that your daughter’s father was missing the growth of his own child always remained at the back of your head. You couldn’t understand how all of a sudden his workload had increased so much that he barely had any time to even see your face let alone talk to you for a few minutes. But all your worries vanished the day he returned and sarcastically ordered hendery to show his donkey self out of his house to never come back again.

“I managed to prepone some important weapon deals”, he bowed gracefully to acknowledge his own achievements, making you chuckle at him, “and I’ve been rewarded with three months of holidays so I shall be spending these months making up for the lost time and creating new memories” he completed, kissing your forehead.

"I never said I need you 24/7. A few hours at most would do John" you said, knowing how his absence would affect the black neos.

"Yeah. But then I realised what if my baby girl mistakes hendery for her father. Can't let that happen now yeah!"

Masked under jokes, you were very well aware of the real reasons behind the toil he had subjected himself to! It was all for you and your baby girl and you knew he would do it again and again even if it meant the end of his life!

TAEYONG

From sharp cold deadly glare to the dragon tattoo that adorned his neck and arms, fellow criminals had every reason to fear this man. His name, in the underworld, screamed cursed royalty. But that was Lee taeyong, leader of black neos.

The taeyong standing right in front of you, struggling with multiple boxes of boards was anything but scary. Cladded in baby blue hoodie and black boxers, he was reading the manual, knocking down the structure again and again as he repeatedly found something missing from it.

"Leave it tae. I can complete this later on. Come and eat now." You whined and suggested while taking bites from the creamy pasta he had prepared earlier.

"what do you mean i can complete this later on. Do you find me incapable of making a crib?"

Yes you did!

But that was not the answer you could give when he was clearly trying his hardest. It was indeed baffling as to why the man who could assemble a weapon with his left hand was unable to join the pieces of a crib with both!

"No tae. You were out for three days so maybe you are just too tired to concentrate!" You explained in the politest way possible that clearly didn't reach him properly. He let out an audible gasp at what felt for him to be the accusatory tone.

"Eat your pasta and watch me complete this in half an hour! You'd regret saying that to me!"

Why was he the one with mood swings?

Just like other bubbling thoughts, you gulped down this one too and nodded enthusiastically, giving him a thumbs up as if you would never doubt his capabilities.

But you knew, he might have started the task but he was surely not going to be the one to complete it!

YUTA

“How about sakura?” hyuck suggested. Looks of disapproval were exchanged across the room and sound of mark hitting hyuck’s arm resonated in the living room.

“Cliche!” jaehyun laughed.

“Yes. We aren't naming our daughter sakura and that is final. She’s one of a kind and her name should also be!” you announced your arrival in the room and sat on the floor, making yourself comfortable between yuta’s legs. He wrapped his arms around your belly before leaning his neck to greet you with a sweet cheek kiss.

“Yes. What y/n wants, y/n gets. No sakura!” he held his one hand up in the air, forbidding any further discussion on the name.

"That's not fair!" Hyuck whined only to be dismissed by a wave from you.

"Just because it's not hyuck's choice doesn't mean that you have got right to choose by yourself. The baby is a part of this family so we get to decide what's best for her!" Ten exclaimed loudly getting everyone’s attention.

“How about ayaka?” kun suggested, entering the room with a trolley full of snacks. As the recommendations poured in, the snacks were passed to everyone. Days like these were rare and from the past two months, these rare days were spent daydreaming about the very first child in the black neos house.

“Akira? It’s quite universal you know.” mark joined in, reading the meaning of the name in different cultures and languages.

“Haru”

“No kai!”

Somewhere in the conversation, yuta’s hands had travelled from your tummy to your sides. He knew the little brushes of his fingers had started to work on you as you swatted his hand away with yours. It only encouraged him and he tickled you on your sides more and more, getting the desired reaction. Your body being more sensitive and responsive than usual, you wiggled in his arms and squealed loudly enough to get everyone’s attention. Suddenly his hands stopped as he heard a whiny shout.

“Why are you bugging her?” hyuck hollered, “can’t you sit still for once? Let her breathe for a freaking second. You wanna tickle! Tickle me. Come tickle me but Don’t bother her!”

You were aware of hyuck’s sudden outbursts of protection for you but this was truly something new! And you new tickles were not the reasoning behind his irritation. Sakura was!

“Le-let’s play a game”, kun interrupted before haechan’s frustration would land him into some trouble with the elder, “we’ll write all the suggestions into paper and whichever y/n chooses would be final. How does it sound?”

Everyone hummed along to the idea. Looking over at Hyuck, you noticed a sudden glint in his eyes that spoke trouble. He was clearly planning something evil and until it was all fun and games, you had no trouble for his intentions.

“Since when did you get a bodyguard hmm?” yuta whispered, planting another wet kiss on your right cheek.

“Yua.” you said.

“What?”

“We are naming her yua! When are you gonna tell them that i’ve already decided!” leaning backwards, you said in a hushed voice meant only for his ears.

“When they are tired enough to play any more games. Till then, let’s have fun. Look at hyuck, he’s surely gonna cheat and mark and renjun are going to strangle him.” yuta chuckled against your ear, making you laugh again. Life was good!

TEN

“Xiaojun! Xiaojun! Show yourself you good for nothing potato!” you winced at the volume of ten’s voice. Even though he was outside the room, his vocals were irritating. But you held your tongue from scolding him as he was the only one you could rely on at the moment.

“Xia-

“Did bella bite you again? why are you shouting at-” xiaojun squinted at the wall clock and adjusted his glasses, “at 5:30a.m?”

“Half of the world is up you hibernating bear! y/n is craving ice-cream. You know better than to refuse her so go to her. Your service starts right now.”

Xiaojun scoffed and remained glued to the stairs. Ten raised a brow questioning him but instead of answering him xiaojun came up with one of his own.

“And why aren’t you going?”

“Switchblade prince is called so I gotta go. I don’t think you want her to wait!.”

Xiaojun groaned when ten shot him a wink and left the living room. Of course he had no trouble in tending to your demands which as a medic, he understood very well but ten’s cockiness wasn’t something he was ever ready to handle.

“y/n! What does our prince wanted to eat this early in the morning?” he smiled at you, plopping down on the edge of the bed.

“Apples and bananas.”

“I meant what ice cream flavour do you want?”

“Ice cream? Who said ice cream? I want bananas.” you answered him, confused at his confusion!

It was only then that xiaojun realised that switchblade prince was never called in the first place. Ten had fled. Due to fruits! He was contemplating as to what extent he should be manipulating ten’s words while telling you about his betrayal when you spoke up.

“Umm. i guess we can eat mint chocolate as well. I’ll eat a banana chocolate sandwich first then we can both watch a movie and finish the ice cream. What do you say?”

Ok! Maybe revenge could wait. Ice cream would be a priority here!

JAEHYUN

If your husband was cocky, you were seriously too many steps ahead of him and it has taken only 10 days for jaemin to realise that you were just jae's cup of tea and no one else's, at least not as a 4 months pregnant woman.

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" Jaehyun laughed at jaemin sprawled on the floor like a toddler.

"Noona screamed at me" jaemin mumbled, hiding his face in his neck.

"Oh jaemin! Why did she do it? Were you teasing her again. You know that she doesn't take sarcasm too we-

"No. She threw up the food i made for her and that too thrice since yesterday. I got angry so i told her to eat up or else i won't be making anymore for her. She threw the pillow at me and ordered me to never talk to her again! I mean it's not like i was showing real anger! She's hungry since yesterday. If she won't eat up then she'd be sick. What did I do wrong! Now I made her favourite pasta and she won't open the door for me."

Jaehyun sighed and crouched down to jaemin's level. He knew your emotions weren't in your control anymore but jaemin wasn't wrong either. He was just doing what was right for you and unintentionally, you had ended up hurting the poor boy. Jaehyun patted jaemin's hair before he told him to inform taeyong about his possible absence from the upcoming meetings and activities.

"You can't do that." Jaemin said the obvious.

"Do you want her to eat or not!" Jaemin frantically nodded at him before running off to the main office.

Heating up the pasta, jaehyun made his way to your shared bedroom in black neos.

"Baby open up it's me!" He knocked at the door and hearing his voice,you immediately opened it.

"You are here!" You exclaimed, feeling beads of moisture in the corner of your eyes.

"Aww. Now is not the time to cry." He cooed, entering the room with the tray. Placing it on the coffee table, he turned around and hugged you just the way he missed you.

"I'm sorry for being occupied and only coming back at night. But I'm here for a few days so let's get you all happy like a seal!" He laughed, ruffling your hair.

"I-i yelled at jaemin for no reason." You confessed not being aware that he was already filled in by the younger boy.

"You wanna apologize?" You nodded as he squished your cheeks in his hands and leaned in to kiss your pouty lips.

"Later on! Now's the time for evening lunch and getting this food in your tummy without it backfiring!"

You laughed at how smoothly he eased your worries. After eating properly, you apologised to jaemin which he accepted but not before crying like a little boy he was!

Bonus :

KUN

"Yangyang what the heck are you doing near y/n. I told you to keep your meaningless books away from her!" Kun felt like his blood pressure would shot up anytime soon.

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh really? What's the book that you are reading to her?"

"How to walk like a pro when you are only 2 months old! I want the baby to be high class like me."

Kun's hands found refuge in his hair as he groaned at the boy. Now he needed to read all the books that could possibly reverse yangyang's teachings.

"There is no such book available."

"Yeah that's why i wrote it by myself. Pulled an all nighter but when the baby would start walking at only 2 months of age, you'd thank me!"

#neowritingsnet #nct-writers #kafenetwork #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct reactions #nct 127 reactions #wayv reactions #wayv imagines #wayv scenarios #nct fluff #nct angst #nct father au #jaehyun scenarios #nct mafia #nct mafia reactions #wayv mafia #nct x reader #nct dream reactions

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shego1142 · 5 years ago

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^^^

Also, this happened to me once, before I had a phone with a camera tragically. Saw a sign in a little mom & pop restaurant that said:

Ask us about our fresh “cookies” !

Still don’t know if it was intentional or not lmao

unnecessary quotation mark appreciation board

#i mean they could have been selling edibles i guess #their soup was delicious #this was in gettysburg btw which was a super cool and also horrible time in my life l #but literally these are the funniest things to me #shout out to oddly specific signs i wish that site still existed #tbh i wish a lot of cheeseburger sites still existed #also dyac #wish that still existed the way it used to #like i know damn you autocorrect is still a website but its shit now it used to be awesome #it used to be a bit similar to tumblr actually #it was infinite scroll and you could comment on the autocorrect fails #i had friends there lol #anyone else remember other icanhazcheeseburger sites?#i remember gocryemokid bc i was an emo kid lol #oh! the journalism one!! what was that called?#it was like journalism is dead or something like that?#it was funny newspaper headlines #gosh this makes me nostalgic also for things like #my life is average #or #uhm what was the one with the rabbit??#man mlia is like nonexistant now rip i love you #gods nostalgia trip lmao

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outivv · 3 years ago

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aaa alright! well i was wondering if you could do a reader x albedo fic? <3 i was thinking maybe klee trying her best to be bedo's wingwomen(?) but bejng horrible at it so jean just ends up telling you that albedo likes you, just so klee can shut up and let jean do her work lmaoo. if you cant do that then it's totally fine! <3

Synopsis: klee being albedo’s… wingwoman? Is that a word… I guess it is if it didn’t autocorrect to anything?

Warnings: none!

Game/ fandom: genshin impact

Character: albedo, klee (platonic), Jean (platonic)

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: hello! Thank you for requesting! I just know that this is going to take me a while so I apologize for that :’). But! I love this idea! It’s so cute with the idea of klee helping out Albedo, and Jean just ending everyone’s misery, and confusion. I dunno but I love it! Anyway! I hope you enjoy, and take care of yourself! (I also realized when I was 9/10 some with the writing that I kinda tweaked it a little so… I apologize!)

Walking into your office you noticed a bouquet of flowers laying on your desk. Upon closer examination you say all the native flowers from mondstadt, the bouquet was messy, and yet beautifully shined in the sunlight. Your thoughts were brushed away as you heard your door open. “Klee? Do you need something?” You asked kindly at the girls arrival. She shook her head no and said, “I wanted to give you this, your secret admirer wrote it for you, but forgot to give it to you with the bouquet.”

Klee handed you a folded note, and before you could say anything she ran out of your office. You could hear her giggles as she ran down the hallway. ‘Secret admirer?’ You thought as you opened the letter. It read something along the lines of “I hope you like the flowers, I had some help picking them, but I hope you enjoy them nonetheless.”

“Odd… who could it be” you contemplated, you assumed it was someone in the knights due to the fact that they asked klee if all people to help them. “kaeya? No, it’s a good guess, but he’s more forward about these things. Eula? No, she wouldn’t have someone like klee do her dirty work. Amber? No… I highly doubt it. Jean? No. Not Jean. I know that for sure. Lisa? She’s also forward about these things. Noelle? No she’d do this herself, and without klees help. Albedo? Hm…” you stopped at albedo. And thought.

Maybe Jean would know who it was? You rushed to her office to asked her. You knocked frantically on her door, before walking in asking, “Jean! Do you know who this is from.” Showing her the bouquet in your arms and the note. She glanced up at you from her work, and said, “oh I believe it’s from albedo.” Your mouth dropped. “Albedo?!” You shouted “ALBEDO?!” You shouted again. “Yes it was from albedo, if I remember correctly. I heard him talking with kaeya about it, and klee not too long ago.” She said recalling the events.

“You knew?!” You said surprised by the whole situation. “And you didn’t tell me?!” Jean looked at you confused, and yet she also looked like she was holding back her laughter. “Yes, I thought telling you may ruin the surprise.” She said giggling a bit. You talked for a bit longer, until you made your way back to your office.

On the way you saw albedo exiting his own office, presumably going home for the day. “Albedo!” You shouted from a ways down the hallway. He looked over to you to see the bouquet in your arms, and he felt mortified. Did you know??? We’re you upset???? Did you not like him back?! The color drained from his face and he looked as though he was panicking. Because he was.

“Albedo! I wanted to thank you for the bouquet, the flowers are beautiful.” You said with a smile on your face. A blush crept on albedo’s face as he said, “you’re welcome… I had some help though, as you may have noticed.” He said referring to how klee helped him with delivering the note.

You laughed a bit recalling the events. “Haha, yes I noticed.” You said a bright smile on your face “actually I was wondering if you’d like to get dinner sometime.” Albedo nervously laughed and accepted your request. Albedo thought that this whole scenario didn’t end in his favor, but it seems he was surprised.

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 3 years ago

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COSMIC - S3:E4; Chapter Four, The Sauna Test - [Pt. 3]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘌𝘭, 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘠/𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯, 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘹.

📝: ERICAAA!!! FRICKIN FINALLY!! Less important note, but when writing about Y/n, El and Max, I wrote "the three friends" and autocorrect literally changed "friends" to "fruits". Yelmax confirmed 💀

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"It is fascinating what twenty bucks will get you at the County Recorder's Office," Robin reports, unfurling what looked to be a familiar layout on the break room table. "Starcourt Mall. The complete blueprints."

"Not bad," Dustin smirks from her left.

"So this is us," she points to a familiar-looking room before gesturing across the map. "Scoops, and this is where we wanna get."

"Yeah, I don't really see a way in," Steve mumbles from his seat at the table.

"There's not. If,"

She rips away a layer of the blueprint, revealing a vastly complicated map of air ducts, pipelines, and detailing that made up Starcourt.

"you're talking exclusively about doors."

Dustin looks at her with excitement growing in his eyes. "Air ducts!"

"Exactly," she smirks, making her way to the whiteboard to retrieve the magic marker. "Turns out, this secret room needs air just like any old room and these air ducts lead all the way" she circles the secret room in question, drawing one, interrupted line right back to, "here."

Dustin and Steve finally tear their eyes away from the map and follow Robin's mischievous eye. All the way to the air duct tucked away in the far corner of the Scoops Ahoy break room.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

To their surprise, a screwdriver had been harder to find than a ladder but soon enough Steve had managed to reach the air vent and unscrew it from the wall. But as he stood here now, peering down into the vent he quickly realized they were now facing yet another obstacle.

"Flath'ligh'?" Steve asked, finally removing the screwdriver from his mouth and shaping it for the small torchlight Dustin had waiting. "Thank you,"

The flashlight turns on with a tiny click and a soft yellow light bounces down the narrow metal tunnel, enunciation the frown on Steve's face.

"Yeah, I don't know man, I don't know if you can fit in here, it's like... super tight."

"I'll fit," Dustin smirks. "Trust me. No collarbones, remember?"

"Uh, excuse me?" Robin asks.

Steve jumps down from the ladder, turning to Robin as Dustin begins the climb and gives her a nod.

"Oh, he's uh, he's got so disease," he frowns thoughtfully, racking his brain as he tries to recall the word. "It's chrydo... um... something, yeah I don't know. He's missing bones and stuff, he can bend like Gumbo."

"You mean... Gumby?"

"I'm pretty sure it's Gumbo," he snorts.

"Just shut up and push me!" Comes Dustin's muffled voice from the vents.

By now he had wormed himself halfway in, his bottom half sticking out of the wall and still propped up on the latter while they had been talking.

"Okay," Steve huffed, motioning knowingly to the kid's feet and turned away from Robin.

She watched with a tired, lazily bemused expression as Steve grabbed a less than sturdy hold of the kid's feet and attempted to push.

"Not my feet, dumbass, push my ass!"

"Uh, what?"

"TOUCH MY BUTT! I DON'T CARE!" Came Dustin's impatient scream from the walls.

With a heavy grimace, Steve hesitantly began pushing against Dustin's rear end and his muffled anger grew louder.

"I'm pushing!" Steve argued.

"PUSH HARDER!" Dustin shrieks as he attempts to inch further into the metal vents. "You're playing with my legs!"

"I'm not playing, I have terrible footing!"

"Come on!"

Steve finally makes it to the top of the latter, Dustin's legs bunched together over his shoulders and locked under his arm as their voice continued to shout over one another.

"I'm gonna just shove you, ready?"

"Just shove me?"

"One, two..."

"Shit!"

"That work?"

"One more time,"

Robin rolls her eyes, finally turning away when she hears the sudden rapid chimes of the customer bell out front and all too familiar patron.

"Ahoy, sailors! All hands on deck!"

Through the partition window, Robin meets eyes with none other than Erica Sinclair who flashes her an exaggerated salute and rings the bell knowingly.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Laughter and joyful screams filled the chlorine-soaked air, the smell of the pool lingering with sunblock was strong enough it wafted all the way to the parking lot where the majority of the Party now stood at the Hawkins pool. It looked quite different than it had the day before when Y/n, Max, and El had last been, but the tension weighing down the atmosphere seemed just as heavy and ever-present.

The storm had of course long since lifted, and the sun was now beating down heavily on their backs as they took shelter behind a Rust Red AMC Hornet, all eyes across the lot on the occupant in the lifeguard chair.

Billy.

He was squished underneath the bright red beach umbrella, hidden underneath a baseball cap, thick shades, a long-sleeved sweater, and a white beach towel draped over his legs where they poked out into the sun. He was completely covered.

"I don't know," Max begins, peering through the group's binoculars. "He looks pretty normal to me,"

"Normal?" Lucas scoffs. "How many times have you seen him with a shirt on?"

Y/n smiles weakly from where she stands in between him and Will. Max lowers the binoculars, conceding a wince.

"I mean, it's a little weird,"

"More than a little," Mike nods. "He was in a tub with ice. The Mind Flayer likes it cold. Plus everything El saw—"

"But he's lounging at the pool," Max argues, doubtfully. "Which is like, the least Mind Flayer thing ever,"

"Not necessarily," Will says, pulling everyone's attention. "The Mind Flayer likes to hide. He only used me when he needed me. It's like... like you're dormant. And then, when he needs you,"

All eyes return to Billy.

"...you're activated."

Y/n gulps, shifting on her feet from where she had previously stood rooted to the spot. Ever since that dreaded Halloween night the previous year, nothing seemed to have been the same. The Mind Flayer had set his sights on Will, and in turn, her. Slowly but surely, he had infected all of their lives as he had the town of Hawkins; spreading his rot and poison, and his hate. She could still feel it sometimes; the pain of Will's nails raking into her face and leaving behind the faded scar that had already long since disappeared.

Her eyes dart back through the fence at the suspicious-looking lifeguard and her insides twisted further into a sickening knot. The thought of the Mind Flayer's possible return was enough to drain the color from her face and leave a chill in the humid, sticky summer air. Her mind was running rapid with fear but the sound of Max's voice was enough to return her to earth.

"Okay, so we just..." she shrugs, looking back over towards her brother. "wait until he gets activated."

"No," Mike says with the shake of his head. "What if he hurts someone?"

"Or kills someone?" Will counters, and the Wheeler boy nods.

"We can't take that chance. We need to find out if he's the host,"

"Well, how do we do that?" Lucas asks.

The Party falls silent. The weight of the air growing heavier and heavier as it dawns on them. And one by one, each pair of eyes trickle over to the only present Henderson sibling in the Party. Her head is hung, propped-up against the hood and when she senses the eyes on her she straightens, breathing a sigh. But Will was already shaking his head.

"What? No, no way," he says to Mike and the others, Y/n already turning to him. "No, Y/n, I don't think it's a good idea,"

"I don't like it either," Y/n fretted. "but it's our best chance. The Mind Flayer hates me, and I can push his limits. It's the fastest way."

"And if, by some random chance, Billy isn't the host?" Will countered gently. "He'd find out about you,"

Y/n didn't have a reply for that. Truthfully, she didn't know whether to be relieved or angered he had cornered her. She just stood there, frowning at the concrete sidewalk biting her lip thoughtfully. She tried to think of a way to use her abilities subtly, but all her experience with heat came from seismic blasts or concentrated bursts from her hands. If she attempted that on Billy, he would surely know it.

"There's gotta be another way," Mike cuts in. "I mean, a safe way that doesn't risk you getting hurt or discovered."

Y/n and Will - even El - shoot him a funny look and he shifts under the sudden attention, guiltily.

"What about the sauna?" Lucas says, lighting up.

"Huh?"

"Yeah, it's perfect!" He grins, stepping out from around the car and motioning for Will and Mike. "Come on,"

Seemingly catching onto Lucas's idea, Mike wastes no time in following. And Will hesitantly steps away, sending Y/n and his friends an apologetic shrug.

"Where are you going?" El called after them, exasperated.

"Sorry! Boys only!" Mike throws over his shoulder.

Max scowls after them. "Seriously?!"

"Just trust us!" Lucas cries.

"We'll be back," Will shrugs again. "... I guess."

The three friends sigh, throwing less than impressed looks at the retreating boys. Privately, Y/n wondered if Mike stood any chance of harm just from her glaring at him in this moment. She hadn't shared these feelings with anyone, but since reuniting with Will something had been troubled Ling him and he wouldn't say what. She could spot it right away, the shift in demeanor but she knew it was something different from the return of the Mind Flayer somehow. And she believed it had something to do with Mike.

He was acting differently around him. He had been for some time now, as she had with Max and even El but this was different. Something had happened, and because Will was, well, Will, he was clearly trying to put aside for the sake of everyone's safety. Y/n couldn't really blame him there, but she wished he would open up to her. Tell her what was wrong.

And she wished more than anything she could fix whatever Mike had clearly broken.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"All we gotta do is wait until the pool closes and everyone leaves," Lucas begins, guiding his friends through the first layer of the men's locker rooms. "And then get him from here..."

He steps forward, quickly ripping open the secondary door. The three boys scurry inside, and Lucas's friends quickly seem to catch on to his plan and a small smile grows on Will's face.

"And get him into here," Lucas eagerly rips open the sauna door, expecting to see nothing but steam but his luck had run out.

Five sweaty adult men in towels sat packed in the sauna like sardines, scowls on their faces for the three party members who interrupted their steam. "Hey! Shut the door!"

-"Come on, kid!"

-"Shut it!"

Lucas finally broke from his stupor and slammed the door shut, shuddering.

"I think I just threw up in my mouth,"

Will nodded with a grimace, but shook it off when his eyes landed on the wall beside the door.

"The controls!"

Mike's still bulging, haunted eyes finally broke away from their zoning out and jumped to the wall where Will was pointing. His face lit up.

"We can control from the outside, it's perfect!"

"Do you think it'll get hot enough?" Will asks, feeling more and more relieved by the second. "Like, "Y/n" hot?"

His friends immediately stopped, looking to him with a deadpan expression. Will scoffed at them. "You know what I mean" he snarked, not in the mood though he was trying to ignore the hint of a blush creeping up on his skin.

"Nevermind that," Lucas says. "Look right, here, 220 degrees. That's definitely enough."

"Okay, so we just need to figure out how to get him into here," Will nods towards the sauna door.

"Precisely."

"Then we lock him in," Mike says.

Lucas nods. "-heat him up,"

And Will manages another somewhat relieved smile. "-and no matter what happens, we'll know for sure."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Erica descends from the latter, the flashlight in her hands flicking off with a loud click as she strides up to the break room table where her recruits stood waiting. The group had taken a calculated risk I confiding in the young girl, but she was smart and demanded the information and why they needed to know if she could fit into the air duct in the back room. So here they stood, waiting with anxious breath for her verdict.

"Yeah, I don't know," she says, propping herself up on the edge of the table rather unimpressed.

"You don't know if you can fit?" Dustin asks.

"Oh, I can fit. I just don't know if I want to,"

"Are you claustrophobic?" Robin tries.

Amused, Erica gives the young woman a pitiful laugh. "I don't have phobias."

"Okay, well," Steve begins with a shrug. "What's the problem?"

"The problem is I still haven't heard what's in this for Erica,"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Steve slides another banana boat ice cream float across the table, joining the already plentiful dairy banquet laid out for the Sinclair girl. She merely gave it a single, disinterested glance and slid it back.

"More fudge please,"

Nobody said anything. And Steve just stared back at the table with tired, glazed-over eyes before Erica sent him a dismissive wave.

"Go on,"

He gave a sigh, and left the booth with the Banana boat in hand, and retreated to the counter. Robin took that as her cue and pulled out the marked-up blueprints she had at her side.

"Alright, you see this?" She points from the circle marked Scoops Ahoy and trail connecting over the flipped map. "This is the route you're gonna take. Then we just wait until the last delivery goes out tonight then you knock out the grate. Jump down. Open the door."

"Then you find out what's in those boxes?" She asks.

"Exactly,"

"And you say this guard is armed?"

"Yes," Dustin quickly nods. "But he won't be there,"

"And booby traps?"

"Booby traps?" Robin echoed.

"Lazers, spikes in the wall,"

Robin couldn't help but give a small laugh, but Erica was all too serious. She turned to the two with a serious look.

"You know what this half-baked plan of yours sounds like to me? Child endangerment."

"We'll be in radio contact with you the whole time-"

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Erica stops her. "Child. Endangerment."

Robin sighs, ignoring the knot wanting to twist in her stomach. She knew she was right, and Robin supposed she just didn't want to admit to herself what they were asking not only of themselves but the young girl.

"Erica?" Dustin began. "Hi, uh... We think these Russians want to do harm to our country. Great harm. Don't you love your country?"

"You can't spell America without Erica," she shrugs, taking a long and loud sip from her complimentary Scoops Shake.

Dustin just blinks at her response and concedes with a nod. "Uh... yeah. Oddly, that's uh... weirdly true, so... so! Don't do this for us! Do it for your country. Do it for your fellow man. Do this for America, Erica."

Erica, who had been slurping her drink through her straw throughout his entire speech, finally finished it off and shivered, sending him a smirk. "Ooh! I just got the chills."

Dustin smiled proudly.

"Oh, yeah," she quickly corrects, her smile falling. "From this float. Not your speech."

His smile falls right off his face.

"You know what I love most about this country?" Erica began. "Capitalism. Do you know what capitalism is?"

Both Robin and Dustin mumble a 'yeah'.

"It means this is a free market system, which means people get paid for their services depending on how valuable their contributions are. And this seems to me that my ability to fit into that little vent is very, very valuable to you all. So-"

Robin and Dustin share a worried look.

"-you want my help? This U.S.S. Butterscotch better be the first of many. And I'm talking free ice cream for life,"

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imagine-the-fanfics · 4 years ago

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Seized

Characters: Goro Majima x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, involuntary imprisonment, implied attempted rape

Inspiration: Request by Anon – “Uhh can I get a fic where the reader gets kidnapped by Majima if you'd be fine w/ it? 👉👈”

A/n: Okay, so this got… A little intense. I was able to water it down a lot, but please look over the warnings and take them seriously. Hope you enjoy it none the less, Nonny. Also. My autocorrect keeps trying to change “eye” to “eyes” and I’m sorry if I miss some of those. This fic is dark (much less so now than it was originally) and I am sorry. I don’t support anything in this fic and it is not meant to glamorize.

When you came to, your head was pounding. You tried to yawn, but you couldn’t seem to open your mouth. You tried to see what was stopping you, but you couldn’t move your hands. Your eyes opened, but you couldn’t see. You started to whimper, struggling to get out of your bindings.

“Oh good, yer awake. Fuckin’ finally,” a man’s voice said.

A chill ran down your spine as you realized the position you were in. The hood you didn’t know was on your head was removed, and you found yourself face to face with a man you didn’t know. The sudden light was blinding, and you struggled to keep your eyes open from the sudden light.

“Oh, what the hell,” the man grumbled. “I told ‘em none of this tape on the mouth shit.” He reached over, working a bit off to grab. “This is gonna hurt, darlin’,” he said before immediately ripping off the duct tape, causing you to let out a loud but short shout from pain. “Exactly why I told ‘em not to fuck with that shit,” he sighed, crouching down so the two of you were eye-level. “How are ya? Ya feelin’ okay?” His tone was softer, more concerned, as if he actually cared about you.

“I—”

“Juuuust kiddin’,” he said before standing up. “I don’t give two shits. Yer pops probably does, though.” He looked down at you and you looked up at him, speechless. “Oh, ya didn’t know? Yer dad’s neck deep in with the yakuza, sweetheart. Owes a lot of money to a lot of people, including me.

“I thought, ‘Maybe if I take his kid he’ll know I mean business,’ but so far that ain’t been the case. ‘Course, ya ain’t been here too long, maybe he just needs some time.” His eye raked your body, taking in every ounce of what you had to offer. He’d be lying If he said he wasn’t attracted. You were so quiet that he was a little surprised.

Truth was, you were embarrassed. You hadn’t worn these pajamas expecting to get kidnapped, but who ever expects to get kidnapped? You were in maroon short shorts, a sports bra, and a white tank-top. Panties, too, of course, but nothing that was fun or exciting just plain and black, matching the sports bra.

Memories of getting here were nonexistent. The last thing you remembered was laying down in bed to sleep. You, again, tried to move your hand to your pounding head and found it couldn’t move. That was when you started to assess your surroundings.

The man continued to watch you; being under his gaze made you feel like a small rabbit about to be devoured by a mad dog. You felt small, afraid. The look in his eye was enough to chill your soul. “Ya realizin’ the mess yer in now?” The man asked, pulling up a chair you hadn’t noticed and sitting in it. You were starting to panic as you looked around the room. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt ya.” You were tied to a chair, arms bound behind you and legs bound to the respective legs of the chair you were in. Another rope was tied around your chest, just under your breasts. You struggled a little bit.

“Well, not yet at least,” the man sighed. “Yer just… So delicious to look at.” The man’s eye raked your body again, stopping at your chest for a moment before lowering, pausing again and then meeting your gaze again. “I could eat ya right up,” he grinned wickedly at you.

“Maybe I will,” he said, still grinning.

You tried to meld with the chair, hoping to get as far away from him as possible, but that wasn’t possible.

“But not yet,” he said, sounding too happy, clapping his hands once as he stood up. “Let’s get ya some water. Gotta stay hydrated, after all.”

You blinked, watching this enigma of a man as he walked out of the room you were being held in. You took the moment too look around and fully take in your surroundings. There was a bed, a hook in the ceiling, and a chain on the ground with the far end connected to the floor that had a cuff on the other end. “What kind of sick place is this?” You gulped as your gaze shifted to the windowless cinderblock walls that surrounded you.

When the door opened you jumped and yelped.

“Here’s yer water. Gotcha a straw,” he said with a proud grin, as if the straw was a thoughtful gesture when you were literally tied to a chair in a room that looked like it belonged in a horror movie.

“Thanks,” you muttered, sipping the water through the straw.

“’Course!” He smiled at you. “Gotta keep ya hydrated, like I said.” He continued to hold the cup and straw for you until you finished. “There ya go,” the man said with a smile. You just stared at him. “Alright. Let’s try callin’ yer dad and see if he’s gonna pay up now.” He took out his phone and called, holding it to his ear.

“Ahhh, Mr. Y/L/N, yeah?” the man said into the phone. You could only hear half of the conversation. “Good. I got yer kid here. Ya ready to pay yer debt yet?” A pause, the man’s face turning sour. “Fine, here.” He pulled the phone away from his ear and put your father on speakerphone.

“Y/n?” Your father’s voice asked, sounding a bit worried.

“Dad,” you gasped, not really expecting to hear your father. “Dad? Is that you? I don’t know where I am. Please help!

“Ohmygod, Y/n!” He was sufficiently panicked, and the man took the phone back holding it up to his ear.

“Easy, easy, Y/L/N-san. Focus.” Majima’s face contorting in frustration. “I said to calm the fuck down!” He shouted into the phone, looking pleased as he continued. “That’s better. Now, when I can I expect yer payment?” A pause, another sour face. “Do ya really think Imma let ya have until tomorrow when yer just gonna skip town. Ya got two hours, otherwise I’m keepin’ the girl.” The man hung up the phone, sliding it into his pocket. “I guess we’ll haveta see if yer Dad thinks yer worth payin’ his debt for.” He paused, looking you up and down again. “I’d pay for ya.”

You squirmed, looking away. He knelt down in front of you and looked into your eyes with his eye, watching you curiously. “I might have some fun with ya later. We’ll see. For now, I gotta get some work done. Tata~” He said, standing up and waving as he walked out the door. A moment later he came back in. “I almost forgot.” He pulled your chair over, clasping the cuff around your ankle and then cutting the ropes off that had you tied to the chair, freeing your wrists as well. “There, that’s gotta feel better.” You just stared at him, unable to move in fear. “Alright. Bye, for realsies this time, Y/n-chan~!” He walked out, waving again and you were left sitting in your chair, still too deep in shock to do anything.

What felt like hours passed and you stayed in the chair, still coming to terms with what happened and where you were. You had always thought that you would be stronger in this situation, that you would fight back – but you weren’t, and you didn’t. You just sat in your chair, rubbing your wrists, and feeling the cold metal of your ankle cuff on your skin. You felt tears floating around in your eyes, looking around as the reality of your situation settled in.

Eventually you stood up, walking around to see how far your chain would allow you to go. Not very far. You couldn’t reach any of the walls, and you could barely reach the bed and lay on it. You couldn’t even get near the door, not that you could break it down if you could reach it. From the look of it and how it sounded when it closed, it was solid wood.

You settled on sitting on the bed, looking up at the hook in the ceiling, wondering what it was for. Images of hanging slabs of meat floated through your mind and you looked away, trying to find something else to distract yourself with.

It shocked you that you weren’t crying. At this point you didn’t feel scared or sad enough to cry; you just felt numb. You didn’t feel like you were in your body. You laid down, resting you hear on the shitty flat pillow, curling up in the fetal position for warmth since there was no blanket, and closed your eyes.

/// You were awoken by the angry slam of the door and the one-eyed man looked even more angry than he had when he was on the phone. “Yer dad still ain’t payin’. Do ya know what that means?” You shook your head. “Means I gotta rough ya up a bit to show Daddy just how much I mean what I’m tellin’ him.”

You heard your dad’s voice panicking on the phone and your stomach turned sour. You cowered on the bed, not sure what was coming. The man set his phone down, climbing onto the bed with a pair of handcuffs he pulled out of his back pocket, wrestling with you until your hands were cuffed together and you were crying. What was he going to do to you?

“Majima! Don’t touch her!” Your father’s voice called out.

So this one-eyed monster had a name, and that name was Majima.

He grabbed the cufflinks and pulled you off the bed, bringing you below the hook and effortlessly putting the links into it. You tried to wiggle out of it, but you could barely touch the floor on your tiptoes, and the hook was too high to maneuver the links over it. You whimpered, knowing whatever he was going to do next was something.

“I gotta say, Mr. Y/L/N, yer daughter is… well. Ya see what I’m seein’ ain’tcha? That tank top is just… So tight. Leaves nothin’ to the imagination. Them shorts are just…” Majima’s voice trailed off and he looked over to the phone on the chair. “Ah, s’pose not. Lemme fix that.” He maneuvered the chair and phone so he could see exactly what was happening.

“Let’s begin,” the man said, pulling out a tanto, unsheathing it.

You heard your father protest, but you couldn’t understand him. Your heartbeat was whooshing in your head as you feared the worst was coming.

He was going to rape you, wasn’t he?

“Da—Dad?” You whimpered, crying. “Dad—Dad please don’t let—”

“All yer dad has to do is pay me what I’m owed, and then yer free to go,” Majima assured, approaching you. “I don’ wanna hurt ya, but I gotta get my money. Sorry, darlin’.”

“Let—Let me go home, please! Please! I won’t tell anyone! I won’t!” You begged, crying. “Please don’t—”

“This is yer dad’s doin’. All he hasta do is pay. Once he pays, yer free!” Majima laughed. “Easy as that.”

“MAJIMA!” Your dad shouted; you closed your eyes when you heard his voice crack.

You felt the tip of the blade against the skin of your neck. It wasn’t pressed enough to draw blood, but you tilted your head back in an effort to pull back from it, it didn’t work. Majima looked to his phone, and your eyes followed, seeing yourself on the screen and trying not to shriek. The blade slowly slid down to your collarbones, tracing the edges of them. You continued to whimper.

“Last chance, Y/L/N-san,” Majima’s eye was raking your body yet again, and you felt his hand playing with the fabric of your tank top. “It’s like she dressed this way just ta tease me,” he sighed, removing the blade and replacing it with his lips. “She tastes good, too,” he continued to kiss and lick your neck, maneuvering to each side. As you tried to get away, you only gave him more access. At one point he grabbed your throat. “Quit. Moving.” You did, closing your eyes and whimpering some more.

By this time, you were sobbing. You knew what was coming, and you were powerless to stop it.

“MAJIMA! STOP IT!” Your father shouted again, falling on deaf ears.

“If yer neck tastes this good, I can’t wait ta try yer pussy,” Majima growled, causing you to whimper louder, trying to lean away. He back away for a moment, turning to look at his phone, making sure your father had a good view. “Well, Daddy, what should I take first?” He asked, tapping his chin with the flat of the blade.

“Majima, please! I’ll pay! Just give me a little—”

“Ya had yer time,” Majima responded so coldly that it felt like the room temperature dropped.

He approached you, your crying and sobbing having shifted to tears and mindless babble that was begging him to stop. He wasn’t going to. He took your tank top in one hand and used the tanto to start cutting your shirt off. Once it was completely ripped open, he took another step back. You were sobbing, looking at the floor. Terrified and ashamed of what was happening.

“What’s next, Y/L/N?” Majima asked, looking at the phone, listening to your father beg him to stop. “You keep beggin’ me to stop, but you beggin’ ain’t gettin’ yer debt erased.”

“I’ll give you my home, my car, my daughter— just don’t make me watch this anymore!” Your father begged.

Majima hesitated, and it took you a moment to process what

“Deal.” He hung up the phone, looking at you, watching you cry for a moment before unlocking the cuffs. “I can’t believe that fuckin’ asshole would sell his own kid like that,” he grumbled. “She’s yer kid, dipshit, yer supposed to protect her, not sell her to clear yer fuckin’ debts.”

You didn’t care, you were just crying. You fell to the ground once you were no longer being held up by the cuffs. Majima caught you, rubbing your back as you clung to him. It was strange, clinging for comfort to the man you were sure was going to rape you not even a full minute ago. Yet, here you are, clinging to him. He picked you up, carrying you to the bed and sat you down, undoing the ankle cuff and then sitting on the bed next to you. You leaned away from him.

“I wasn’ gonna hurt ya,” Majima sighed. “Just hadta make yer dad think I was. Figured he’d pay that way, can’t say I expected him to sell ya to me.” You dived into his arms, sobbing violently. “Shhh… It’s okay,” he assured, resting his cheek against your head as you cried.

All you wanted was to wake up in your bed back in your apartment. That you could call your dad and tell him what you dreamt about and how much it hurt. He’d comfort you; tell you that would never happen, that you were more important money or material items. That wasn’t going to happen, though.

All you could do was cry, waiting for Majima to decide what he was going to do with you.

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 5 years ago

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Let me put on a fashion show for you. The text is accompanied by a picture of a couple bags sitting on the edge of their shared bed.

Calum grins, fingers tapping at the keys. I’ll be home soon. One more meeting.

There’s no immediate response and Calum doesn’t think too much about it. He knows now that she’s back home from her small shopping adventure, she might be relaxing, or playing with Duke. Though Calum didn’t normally work this late on the weekends, he had to be in the studio for the Skype meeting. They were meeting a couple people about merchandise. The timing didn’t work out too well during the rest of the week and on a Friday evening was the first time it wasn’t a mess trying to get everyone near a computer.

Regardless, after settling in thanks to letting the buffering sit for a solid five minutes, they are able to begin their meeting. Ashton taking the piss looks to Calum. “I guess we gotta make a bucket hat too.”

“Damn straight,” he returns, readjusting the one on his head. “Leopard print.”

“And a fucking pink vinyl,” Ashton tacks on.

“We don’t know. Pink’s a hard color to pull off. We might not have enough to put a lot in production.”

The warning falls on defiant ears and as Ashton presses on that they need at least a limited edition run of pink vinyls, Calum feels his phone vibrating. He lets it shake for just a moment before slowly pulling his phone out of his pocket.

You can say I’m impatient. It’s a series of videos that follow it. He shouldn’t press on the first one. Not just because he’s in a meeting but because if it’s particularly lewd, he’s leaving immediately. Instead, though, this one is tame. She struts in the bedroom, far enough from the camera that Calum can see the purple polish on her toes as he takes in the pastel mint sundress. It’s cute and he grins, biting his lips as he brings his attention back to the screen.

He thanks the heavens he’s angled off to the side. He nods along to Michael’s comment and then scrolls without looking to bring up the second video. She’s dressed head to thigh in checkerboard print crop top and shorts. The shorts are definitely short he notes as she twirls in front of the camera. At the end, she leans into the lens, tongue sticking out with a peace sign. Her go to pose for photos.

Underneath that is a photo. White sunglasses rest on the end of her nose and she’s still in the shorts and crop top outfit from the second video. Her lips are painted red. She throws up a peace sign with one hip cocked. Her eyes look over the edge of the glasses into the mirror. Calum does not miss Duke wondering around her feet.

Calum’s quick to turn his attention back up and the conversation has flowed nicely since his distraction. He gives himself a couple more minutes, even throws out a quick comment. “New ideas for merch? I’ve been burning a lot of candles lately. Think we can put together one of those?”

Everyone nods in agreement and the conversation dials towards what kind of scent they want. But they just spitball some ideas, getting everyone’s input. Calum throws out a couple scent profiles at the beginning and then turns back to his phone. A third and final video and picture duo follow. His eyes see the text beneath it but they don’t focus on it before he taps on the video. She’s in just a simple white skirt and a denim drop top.

He sees the peak of her thigh in the slit. He wants to witness that skirt in person. And just as he goes to respond to her videos he notices her hand creeping down. She runs the tips of her fingers over the edge of the slit before pulling the fabric away from her body. His breathe catches as the sight of the emerald green panties. Those are new. Definitely new.

With his veins thumping against his skin and a small prickling of heat rushing his body, he continues to watch, gripping the phone a little harder. She grins, bottom lip tucked between her teeth and lets the skirt fall back into place. As she approaches the phone, she unbuttons the front of the shirt. A lacy and unlined bra stare back at him. Her nipples are erect, dark but still noticeable in the design of he lace.

The video ends and Calum exhales harshly, snapping his head up again. No one seems to be watching as he gives a quick glance around. His blood thumps in his ears. You’re going to get it, he responds without looking at the keys and praying autocorrect saves his life for once instead of ruining it. If you’re not still in that last outfit when i get home, there will be words.

The phone shakes in his hand. Of course.

Calum can’t ignore the immediate bulge forming in his pants and he can’t ignore how hard it’s getting for him to breathe. But he can tell the meeting’s winding down. The bounce in his leg let’s him know that he’s not going to make it too much longer if they don’t call it quits for the day.

As they inch towards another ten minutes of everyone droning on, Calum swears he’s going to explode. He’s waiting, praying for someone to call it done and soon, Andy chips in. “I think we all have our work cut out for us. Chat again in two weeks?”

With a sigh of relief, Calum finds the door as quick as he can without coming off rude. In the car, he thinks about calling. But no, he wants her to sweat it out. Just like he did. That’ll serve her right. As he rolls down the highway, watching the beach pass by, he curls his fingers around the steering wheel. Fuck, he can’t wait to get home to her. He had no idea lingerie was on the shopping list but if he had, he would’ve found a way out of that meeting.

Cracking open the door to the house, Calum looks to the couch. Only Duke is on the couch and he gives his little man a kiss on the head after shutting the door and locking it. “Tell me, where’s mama dukes?”

“Over here.”

Perfectly backlight by the glass doors of to the backyard, she sits at the dining room table. There’s just enough light from the lamps that Calum can tell she is wearing the same outfit from the video. The front is still undone. The top of her thigh is exposed as she sits crossed legs thanks to the slit. A glass bottle rests on the table next to her glass. He’s sure what was in it, watching her down the last drops of it.

“It was one more meeting,” Calum reprimands. The closer he gets the more the resolve breaks. Her breasts rise and fall so gently as she breathes.

“I was bored,” she returns simply.

Dropping his keys into the small basket nailed into the wall, one that she insisted on having so they didn’t have to play where are my keys game in the morning, Calum leans into the wall to watch her. Her lips are still painted red. From when she left this morning. The first time she’s properly put on makeup in a few days. “You were looking to get fucked,” Calum quips.

“And if I was? What about it?”

Calum pulls the hat off his head, running a quick hand over the not quite curls length. He gives it a gentle toss, sliding onto the table in front of her. He’s kidding himself if he tries to say that he doesn’t love this side of her. When she’s coy about what she wants but not too subtle about it. He loves it when she makes a little game out of it.

She blinks up at him but doesn’t crack. Her face remains neutral, the natural pout on her full lips taking over. God, they feel so good against his skin, wrapped around him. “I would say you know exactly how to get what you want.”

“Doesn’t look like it to me.” She uncrosses her legs, letting them fall open just a little. No panties. Calum groans at the sight and he can’t help but cross the room to her. God, he really does love this.

When his hands slide around her waist, he pulls up and situates her right on the edge of the dining room table. Their kiss is soft. Almost like forbidden lovers knowing they can only steal a moments peace. He trails his lips down her neck, following the collar bone to the strap of the bra. He then grazes his teeth down her chest and pulls one of the cups down with his teeth.

“Careful,” she hums as his lips suck at the supple skin. His tongue twirls around the bud.

“I can afford to ruin this,” he mumbles. But he keeps the warning in mind before kneeling in front of her. His tongue is quick to take a swipe at her core. She tastes heavenly on his tongue. He hikes the ankle length skirt up and she holds it open for him.

Her fingers are digging into his hair, at the nape of his neck as he continues to lap at her. He hums when she gives it a particularly hard tug in response to him. And they feed each other. His fingers dig into the meat of her thighs and he loves how soft she is against his palm.

If he could relive this moment, hearing her whine and pant above him, he would. It’s all he dreams about. It’s all he wants. He flicks his tongue over her clit and she knows she can’t hold out for much longer. He’s pressing all her buttons and her body is buzzing.

Calum doesn’t let up either. Not even as her breathe catches and she shouts above him. His chin and lips are soaked with her release. But he can’t stop. Not with the way she overflows. He could cum just from this. She doesn’t even need to touch him hardly before his body is so lit with need.

“Now you can’t tell me that I don’t eat enough at the table,” he grins, winking up at her.

She laughs but motions for him to stand. “That’s not what I meant by that. But I’ll absolutely fucking take it.” As she speaks, her hands are already finding the button on his pants.

“Huh, could’ve fooled me,” he grins, his cheeks puffing up with the action. The grin disappears when her palm wraps up his length. He drops his head into the crook of her neck.

“Didn’t you mention something about me and this dining room table when we first bough it?” The purchase wasn’t even a week ago either. He nods, unable to speak as she squeezes him. It’s firm pressure but not too hard. Just enough to make his head spin. “Oh I’m going to need words from you, baby boy.”

“Fuck,” he sighs and sinks his teeth into a small chunk of her flesh. He digs his fingers into her waist. It takes a moment to find his resolve and pull away. “I did mention something about you and this dining room table.”

“Remind me again what it was.”

Calum doesn’t need another warning before he slides her off the table and flips her skirt up. He takes a handful of each cheek before swatting her left one. She falls into the table with a whine. His fingers fall to her core, feeling her drip onto him. “Seems like it was a fantasy of yours too,” he hums.

She laughs, cheek resting into the cool wood. “Maybe.” She wiggles her ass for him just a little. He paints her right cheek with a heft swat.

“You’re going to be a masterpiece when I’m done.”

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writtenfan · 4 years ago

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Party Consequences...Aftermath of Another Gabriel Party.

Part 2: “Unneeded Stress and Make-out Sesh”

Warning: Some intense lip action...both talking wise and other, brotherly fighting and jumpscares~ 18+ <3

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You stop in your tracks outside the door, you raise your swimsuit to your face, and roll your eyes. Bathroom, you need to change in the bathroom. You turn back to the door. Although you were no longer dizzy, your whole body still thinks it is way too early to be up. You turn the handle and open the door.

Lucifer is standing in front of the door. Arms at his sides with a smug smile. You jump and turn away from him, pressing your forehead head against the open door repeatedly, cursing under your breath.

He lets out a sweet sighing laugh and leans his shoulder against the door, and starts playing with your hair.

“You are so cute in those few seconds of terror.” You turn to face him, and he stops playing with your hair and instead fumbles around with the collar of your shirt, focused on this action. “Just like a little deer in headlights ...oh, I could just hunt ya for sport and place you on my mantle!”

You steadily put your hands over his, rubbing your fingers across his knuckles. He looks up at you, the swimsuit in your hand presses against his chest as he leaned in closer to you.

You tell him that makes you uncomfortable you don’t want him to keep scaring you just because he finds it “cute.”

He stares down at you and drops his smile, glancing down your body next at your eyes, his eyebrows chewing on the inside of his cheek. He gives you a lingering wink as he slides his hands to the sides of your shoulders and squeezes you gingerly.

“Yeah, bad word choice. Bad joking. Wish I had a autocorrect sometimes! Ha, I’ll tone it down and think about what I say before I say it. But, I can’t help it if I’m astonishing, that's part of the packaged Lucifer deal...” The lines under his eyes move up as he squints his eyes in a smile.

Your eyes flicker for a second at Gabriel who you caught flipping off the back of Lucifer’s head as he walked to the other side of the room. Still in a speedo.

You crack a smile, and Lucifer raises an eyebrow but he shakes it off. “But I’m glad you came back, I thought you had a sensory overload and decided to leave without me...” His voice is pleasant to your ears.

You tell him that you are going to get changed for the pool and that he should join you. You wait for him to let you go. But he remains looking down at you with a smug look. He takes a quick look at the bathing suit in your hands. It was a black one-piece, but one side had a hole that was mean to expose the side of your midsection. He slides a hand off your shoulder and pinches the swimsuit with his fingers, getting a better look at it, gently tugging at it.“Mind if I see?” You could tell this wasn’t really a question

You let go reluctantly and watch as he takes his other hand off your shoulder and holds the swimsuit up to his face as he turns, his side facing you.

“Ok, tasteful but kinda restrictive, right? I mean, if my brother wasn’t here, I would say lets Adam and Eve it….” He focuses his eyes on you, looking for your reaction and smiling as your start blushing.

You tell him to "cool it hot stuff".

“Of course, good point, I’m a way sexier Adam and Eve have nothing on you and this is a villa instead of a bountiful garden...but hey! We can still pull it off." He twirls the swimsuit in his hand. "I know I'd love to tempt you into more than just eating a piece of the forbidden fruit".

Gabriel lets out a groan and you blush and look behind Lucifer's shoulder. Gabriel turns on the TV and turns up the volume. His arm relaxed on the back of the couch as he flips through channels with purpose. Lucifer clears his throat, your attention is pulled back to him and you blush even harder.

"As I was saying, love the black and the peek-a-boo, look what I have hole...” He looks at the hole and turns back to you, presses the suit against his chest, shimmying his shoulders as he rocked up onto the toes of his shoes.

“So, come on, as you said, let's get changed!” He finger-guns you then places a hand against your back.

“What?!” Your face grows hot as he takes a hand and pushes you towards the bathroom door. You told him you did not mean for him to join you in the bathroom. “Nonsense. Bathroom buddy!” his voice in high spirits.

"I have to powder my nose too, so might as well hang girlfriiiiend."

You glance over at Gabriel, then around the room as your hook your hands on the wall, preventing him from pulling you in as you can't help but awkwardly laugh, feeling bad for Gabriel. You hear the bathroom door open behind you and feel Lucifer's chest against your back as he wraps his arms around your waist trying to pull you into the bathroom. You tell him to hold up, stuttering as you pull against him. You notice that two people are gone and you feel butterflies in your stomach as you expect the worst.

You ask Gabriel where Baraquel and Lamech with a forced calm quiver of your voice. Lucifer lets out a soft, "Forget about them... let's get naked." Which you try your best not to react to.

Gabriel doesn't look at you, his face stern. Well, he's obviously mad at something Lucifer must have said to him. Great.

You watch as he swats the air in your direction, “Don’t worry your little Luci didn’t murder them…” Lucifer’s hands stopped pulling at you as he looks around the corner at Gabriel.

“Don’t like how you assume I’d be the one to snap Gabriel…Ive been very good in not doing that, as of late if you haven’t noticed!” Lucifer retaliated, in a childish tone.

Gabriel grunts back and doesn’t acknowledge his brother's comment with words. You feel Lucifer lean down to your ear “He’s just jelly about you and me." He uses his hands to point to you and him and nods his head. "Stable relationship and all …” he whispers snootily and soon after straightens up and continues to hug you against his chest.

Gabriel turned the channel. “I sent them out to get some food.” He points to you, turning his head to look at you, and only you. He gives you a big forced smile as you feel the anger behind that was aimed towards his brother.

You're the only one that needs to eat around here so, I Being considerate about your basic human necessities..."

He glances up at his brother with a frown. "...sent Baraquel to wait outside an IHOP until it opens. While Lucifer here sent Lamech off with a mystery shopping list!" He taps his fingers against the back of the couch. "Of probably little to no use or value, to you." He says saucily and turns back to the TV playing around with the remote. He only does this for a second before pointing towards the Tv as if talking to you. “Not sure when his little demon will be back! Good riddance! Less Hellspawn the better!” He declares with a single irritated laugh.

Lucifer lets go of you and slides to your side, you stop him from going further by placing a hand in front of his torso. He glances down at your hand but is focused on striking back his brother's words.

“F.Y.I, I told them to get stuff for (y/n) my little brother...clothes, one of those drinks I know she likes from (Jamba Juice/Starbucks/ Insert drink place here) so don't make me look like the uncaring guy!" He mirthfully growled, ready to bite back and return the attitude.

"I would actually prefer you would leave all that caring for stuff to me. Gabriel as I can more than handle, the basic eat, drink, sleep care kay?”

“As I keep feeling like I have to remind you, she’s mine.” This hung in the air. Making you feel a mixture of discomfort and pleasure.

“Even last night, when you kept being all up on her..all close and personal. Don’t think I didn’t remember, guess why you were the one who woke up laying flat on your face under the table.” He presses his fingers together and drops his smile.

“Had to take a nighty night after getting socked by brother karma.”

And I’m reaching my tolerating limit so...It would just be SO GREAT! If you'd stop being so snippy about me and my abilities to care for her! Unless you want to...” he tilts his head. “Settle things.”

You tell Lucifer to stop and Gabriel to calm down mentioning that they are making you seem like a (pet/Tamagotchi/sim).

"Your right (Y/N) he is. But thats who your involving yourself with!" Gabriel chides making you feel offended.

Lucifer chuckles through his teeth and clenches his fist towards his brother “Just give me the word babe. I’ll knock him out for good.” He waits for your response eagerly.

You say no as you look at Gabriel’s angry face aimed towards the television.

Lucifer says as he turns to you and gives your temple a quick kiss. “Fine.” His breath sending a chill against spot even though it was warm.

Lucifer presses you against him again. “Bathroom’s off limits~” he sings to his brother as he forces you to walk backward with him into the spacious white bathroom. But didn’t turn on the lights. You hold onto his fingers against your stomach as he slides you into the darkness. Feeling the cold tile against your feet. “Enough of that pathetic jealous bachelor energy…” he jeers.

You tell him that if he keeps arguing with his brother, you might as well leave.

The door, still open, allows you to see a bit of the bathroom layout around you. Lucifer lets go of you and seems to vanish into the darkness of the bathroom.

“Oh, I promise, no more fighting...” his lulling voice echos from an unknown location. Then it's silent.

You hear Lucifer’s voice from the main room, but it was muffled from the television. But Gabriel’s response was loud and clear as they let out a loud sigh and walked towards the bathroom door. You casually sit on the sink and try to avoid his eyes as he continues past the door and exits the room. "Don't mess up the bathroom." He grunts shutting the door hard behind him.

The door starts to creak shut on its own. You shout that he better not try to scare you as you hop off the sink and rush to the door as it shut and locked itself, leaving you in darkness as you fumbled your hands to the doorknob.

You felt like you weren’t the only one in the bathroom anymore.

You close your eyes and feel a cold chill at your side and the tapping of shoes as they get closer behind you, stopping at your side. You call out Lucifer’s name feeling apprehensive, yet you refuse to look behind you. You hear a click sound and look down at the floor, seeing his shoes in a now illuminated bathroom. You trail your eyes up to his body. His other hand clenching and unclenching as he grinned at you, his head leaning back. His finger tapping on the light switch as he gazes down at you running his tongue on his lower lip. “What can I say...I’m dramatic.” he shrugs his shoulders and smiles.

You furrow your eyebrows with an angry grin as he slid his hand down the wall and pushed himself off. Winking at you as he turned away and walked to the middle of the bathroom. “Wow, look at that handsome guy…” He admires himself in the mirror and rubs his jaw, striking a few poses and flexing his arms. He then walks to the sink counter and gestures at you, looking at you through his reflection intensely. You raise an eyebrow and scoff at him. He swivels to face you while mocking your expression, then proceeds to walk up to you and gently presses a hand on your abdomen, guiding you back against the door. “Fine, I’ll come to you then.” His hand press against the door, right at the side of your face.

“Gabriels going to take a dip in the pool while we...undress...so we have some space to...” His voice trails off as he starts stroking your hair.

Your eyes flicker to his lips, all the negative emotions you felt after hearing the brothers fight melted away.

“...Enjoy each other's company.” He leans forward and tilts his head to the side. Pressing his warmed up lips against yours.

You part your lips, and he doesn’t hesitate to slide his tongue into your mouth. You taste the faint bitterness of alcohol on his tongue as he continues to give you the most passionate french kiss you've ever experienced. Your tongue a slave to the whims of his. You taste the faint bitterness of alcohol in his mouth.

His stubble tickles your face. Your eyes are unable to open as your overwhelmed by the sudden display of passion. You feel his finger slide underneath your chin, tilting your head up as he longingly shifts the angle of his kiss. He presses his whole forearm against the door and sandwiches you between him and it.

He slides his hand down the side of your neck, and you stand on your tippy-toes as he pulls away, teasing you. You feel his body press against yours, and his mouth returns back to yours. The muscles of his chest and midsection soft enough so that it almost molded with your body, and it felt so warm against you. His waist, his pelvis, everything fits so perfectly with yours.

He was no Sam in height, but he still towered over you in this position. His arms muscular nonetheless...you felt trapped, and this gave you a buzz. He won't let your lips go. As you tried to break away every now and then, he would follow and make you silent, with a dominant eagerness. You could feel with each movement of his body that he was getting more and more reckless. Something you often had to balance when you two were intimate, for your own sake. You don't want him to have to heal your broken pelvis again...ever since then. You realized the effect you have on him, and how powerful you often forget he is. But you asked for him harder, and he sure gave it to you.

You turn your head and try to look into his eyes. He looks into yours for only a second before he presses his lips behind your left ear, kissing down the side of your neck. Doing whatever he could to trail his lips down the path to your collarbone. You toss your swimsuit near the sink and wrap your arms around his neck, caught in the ecstasy. You ran your fingers across the back of his head, into his hair. You feel his hands slide down your side, and he leans down. One swift movement, he hoists you up by your thighs and presses himself between your legs as he slides you up against the door. It rocks, and the lock clatters as it shifts in creaks as he continues to kiss your neck. Every tickling kiss he gave you sent a chill down your body. It was a warm chill, and the hairs on his face made this even harder to resist. You say his name softly, and this makes him press himself harder onto you, his midsection between your legs.

You let out a soft moan as he opens his mouth and slides the tip of his tongue briefly up your neck. You press your head back against the door, and he pulls back to stare at you, unforgivingly close. “You always taste so good…” he mutters sucking in his lower lip and bites gently onto it, letting slide out slowly. You wrap your legs around his waist, and he glances behind him and back to you with a smile. His blue eyes traveling across your face as he lets out a sigh, “When I’m with you like this...I’m always reminded that I’m completely curve-balling my values. ” The leans his head back and continues to look at you, at your nose, mouth, head. “I sometimes wish I hadn’t fallen in love with you…” he says in an earnest tone. This confuses you and makes you feel...not that great.

You ask him why he would say that.

He takes his hands from under your thighs, and you tighten your legs around him more, but he’s pressing you up against the door, and so you slide up. He scratches the side of his jaw and slides his other hand against your waist, pulling you from the door and walking with ease over to the sink, setting you down on the countertop. You unhook your legs and watch him as he starts to pace.

“Because, if I had not. I could just easily have killed you and felt nothing…just like Jack’s mother...maybe one day go for a redo and make you the second baby incubator.”

He says this so matter of factly as if it shouldn’t make you feel alarmed.

“Now, I just can't...I have to actually live with the fact that I love a human...and I’m just saying his because its true, I’m probably too much for you to handle.”

He stops pacing and walks back up to you, a sad looking grin on his face as he places his hand on top of our head and rubs your forehead with his thumb.

“Right now, I know you're scared...I can feel it…” he chuckles tilting his head to the side smiling.

Why is he smiling?

Your heartbeat quickens...you look into his face and feel once again how much different he is from you. How he doesn’t feel the same way as you do or view the world the same. “But you still love me...despite my slip up and little quirks…” his smile lowers. “Right?”

Your feeling the pressure every second your silence is another second he clenches and unclenches his jaw. You tell him that you care about him, but not when he lets his emotions overwhelm him, and that needs to calm down. He scrunches up his face tapping his fingers against t the counter, as if unhappy with your reply. You tell him he’s making you feel uncomfortable, and that if he cares about you as well. He’ll take a moment to think about how you feel hearing him say all this to you.

He rolls back his shoulders and steps away from you, turning his back to you. You both have moments like this way too often for your liking. But he’s getting better at understanding you and allowing himself to be less...demanding...for the answer he wants to hear, less god syndrome and more compromising.

“Ok, I'm sorry. Hey, I have to admit Gabriel got into my head.” He says with a musical tone as he pivots back to you. “He probably wanted me to feel doubtful and make me mess this up…" he gestures between you both. "Make I feel like you would...leave me... because I apparently shouldn't have a single person who's on my side! Knowing this-”

“ -I still need to hear you say the words...that you won't.” He gestures in the air and forces a laugh. “ I just need to hear it or I can’t and won't calm down and I'll go bash Gabriel's head in just to feel better. Ok, so please?“

You look at him with sad eyes and smile. You tell him that you won't leave him. He opens his mouth, but you silence him by continuing to speak. You say as long as he continues to care about you, your free will, and what you consider important. You won't leave his side.

He rolls back his shoulders and lets out a nervous laugh shaking his head.

“Ok. Yes, you and only you. Your all I care about anyway, so its done. I promise.” He starts biting his thumb and glances at the door. “I've obviously rattled you a bit so let me just...give you some space.” He heads towards the door, and you see his face snap into an emotionless stare at the door.

You say his name clearly, and his face switches back to a smile as he turns to you. You tell him to stay here and help you get dressed. Knowing him too well, and that he would probably do something stupid to Gabriel that would ruin this whole experience.

So he watches you undress and helps you put on the bathing suit. His hands, being slow with each tug and pull and you. Watch that shirt of his come off, and him only in his boxers...then nothing and then suddenly. Some very nice, pink swim shorts with pink glitter on the rear that read “Eat me”.

Damn, he really knew how to throw you around emotionally.

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