#and when i started getting a lump in my throat after that class because oh. i get it now. i get why some people

[katierosefun]

god the way i'm not exactly a mathematician or a scientist but i'll always be obsessed with how certain scientists explain the way they see love in the world or when mathematicians see the poetry behind the numbers

[justauthoring]

help wanted.

in which, you've made a terrible mistake but thankfully childe is kind enough to help.

a/n -> im in deep with genshin yall (i promise i will write for other fandoms soon <3) as usual, i have no idea what this is :)

pairing -> childe/tartaglia x f!reader

tw. stupid man not knowing boundaries, modern/university au, childe is mildly threatening? but like... justifiably

"i've made a terrible mistake."

raising a quirked brow, childe sends you a smirk. "oh?" he coos teasingly, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the desk he'd been bent over seconds previously. "this should be good."

you cringe, feeling your embarrassment flood your entire body as you're currently faced with the consequences of your actions. you think back to twenty minutes earlier, when you'd made the split decision to say what you had, and stare up at childe and the smirk painted plain across his lips.

you were severely regretting your decision now.

"i... well, you know that class that i had to take? the engineering one?" you mumble, swallowing the lump in the back of your throat down as childe nods. "the prof decided to assign a group project and assign our partners for us. which is no problem, you know, that's totally fine. or-or at least, should've been but... um, well-"

"y/n," childe cuts in, voice oddly soft. his voice pulls your eyes back on him, blinking up at him with a startled expression as his smirk turns into a genuine smile. "it's fine. what's happened?"

nodding, you force yourself to ease slightly.

"my partner... he was nice at first. i was relieved, we worked well together," you nod to yourself as you explain, worrying your lip. "but then he asked me out."

you pause at that, frowning, in your own head enough to miss the slight tick to childe's jaw at that.

"i declined the offer!" you wave your hands in front of yourself, for some reason feeling like you have to justify yourself. "i tried to do it nicely and i thought that it was okay, because he'd just smile and assured you it was fine. but then the next day during our class, he sat beside me and was pestering me all class!

"he kept trying to whisper things to me, was trying to send me notes when i ignored his whispering... stuff like that. i was annoyed, but let it slide. only, then he started following me around everywhere. after class, finding me before class, and the worst part is he keeps asking me to rethink his offer. tells me that i'll see how great he is once i give him a chance."

biting your lip, you hug yourself, still thoroughly uncomfortable with the events that have transpired over the coarse of this week.

you miss, once again, the darkened look in childe's eyes.

"i couldn't take it anymore! he was starting to get touchy, too..." you trail off slightly at that, avoiding childe's gaze as you flush. "so, when he wouldn't take no for an answer for the twentieth time, i did the only thing i could think of."

hesitantly, you shift back to childe. you frown at the look in his eyes, mistaking it for being directed at you (which it definitely isn't) and silently curse yourself for being so stupid.

stepping towards you, childe prompts; "what'd you do?"

what did you do, because childe is this close to finding this guy himself and giving him a piece of his own mind.

you hesitate at that, lips parting but sputtering with no words at first. childe's patience wears thinner by the second, but fights to keep his emotions in check, watching as you procede to avoid his eyes once more before finally finding your voice;

"i told him i already had a boyfriend."

that gives childe pause, entire body stilling.

"a-and i told him it was... you."

silence. it carries on for a moment, then another, before you gain the courage to gauge childe's reaction only to see him owlishly blinking back at you. his face has lost all trace of the annoyance from before and instead he almost looks... stupified?

"ch-childe?" you call softly, voice somewhat shaky as you reach a hand out towards him. "i'm... i'm so sorry. you're the first person i thought of but if it makes you feel uncomfortable, i'll... figure something out. i don't even know what i was thinking when i-"

you're cut off by the feeling of childe grabbing your hand, his own shooting out to touch you. he grabs you by the wrist, your lips left parted and eyes widening as you shift to him, only for childe to step towards you.

his eyes have darkened, but not with the annoyance from before. there's something unreadable in his gaze as he stares down at you, husked and eyes lidded as he smirks.

it's such a shock that your mind short-circuits.

"i don't mind," childe finally speaks. his voice is husky, low, you can feel his warm breath against the skin of your cheek and it causes goosebumps to prickle across your body. "i don't mind at all, actually."

"you... you don't?" you ask, still bewildered.

childe shakes his head, his hand shifting to instead hold your hand istead of wrist. your eyes instantly flicker towards the action, growing hot at the way he threads his fingers through your own, eyes never wavering from your own and impossibly close.

"no," he whispers. "i don't mind playing your boyfriend. but i have a better idea."

"o-oh..." you mumble, "and what's... that?"

childe's nose presses against yours, forehead to forehead, and you realize somewhere along the way that your heart has started to pound madly against your chest in reaction to the intimancy of childe's actions.

it's making you incapable of coherent thought.

"why play pretend?" he starts, making your breath halt, a gasp leaving your lips. he squeezes your hand, the other coming to fall on your hip as he grins down at you. "when it can be real?"

oh-... "oh," you breathe, shaky and tingly. childe's touch suddenly feels hot, but in a good way, and it feels like your own legs might give out from beneath you at such a confession.

"how does that sound?" childe whispers in your ear.

"g-good," you gasp, pressing your free hand to his chest; not to push away but for steadiness. "that sounds... really good."

he's suddenly pulling back; the thick tension that had surrounded the both of you like a thick fog suddenly dissipates as you're left feeling vulnerable and craving that touch once more. childe's smirk turns into a wide grin, ear to ear, as the only part of him that doesn't let go of you is his hand with continues to squeeze yours reassuringly.

"perfect," he laughs, "then let me walk you to class."

-

"oh, y/n-!"

the usual grating voice of your partner doesn't seem that annoying in the moment - at least, not with childe pressed to your side, his hand still holding yours securely with his mere presence enough to reassure you of any worries.

that, and the fact that the second your partners eyes fall on childe, he's falling silent with a sharp cut off, eyes widening and smile falling.

"hello," childe greets for you, voice sharp and threatening. you don't mind, letting him take the lead as you watch on with barely concealed glee as this guy gets a taste of what happens when you don't take no for an answer.

"who... who are you?" your partner asks, frowning.

"oh?" childe hums, letting go of your hand to instead wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his side. "i thought she told you... i'm childe, her boyfriend."

your partner shifts to you; "i thought you were joking."

you scoff, thoroughly frustrated by this guy's innate ability to not be able to take a hint.

"nope!" although there's a smile on his face, there's no joy to childe's tone and the look in his eyes is clear enough. "y/n and i have been together for a while now, and she's told me all about you."

although not all of what he says is true, the reality of the fact that childe is now actually your boyfriend wards off any nerves.

"i think i just might sit in on this lecture," childe continues to say, pressing a finger to his chin as if simply thinking to himself. "just to make sure nothing... unwanted happens. then, perhaps, me and you can have a little chat after."

you forget how truthfully terrifying childe can be - mainly because he's never been that way towards you. still, it's certainly a rewarding sight to see the look of fear that crosses your partners face as he takes a nervous step back.

he's chancing one more glance your way before promptly turning tail and running in the opposite direction than the lecture.

you and childe watch him go.

"i'm still gonna talk to him after."

turning to childe, your lips part.

childe just smiles down at you; "what? it's only right. he bothered you, my girlfriend, and i won't let that slide."

biting your lip, you smile up at him; "i like that," you hum, softly.

"what?" he teases, "me calling you my girlfriend?"

you nod, reaching for him. "definitely," you whisper, "if i'd have known pretending you're my boyfriend would make you actually my boyfriend, i would've done it a while ago."

childe nods; "you definitely should've."

[beomiracles]

congrats on 500 !! this is my first time requesting so it might be kinda weird (sorry in advance) but i was thinking of rich and spoiled (any txt member you think is suitable) and a scholarship reader (f) , you can do whatever you like with the plot but i would like some nsfw pls !! thank you ^^

500 BASH SPECIAL

#serene adds ✎... ANON hi! you like read my mind... ever since I finished watching hierarchy last weekend I've been itching to write something with rich and spoiled beomgyu x scholarship student reader but since my 500 bash has a wc limit of 2k I'll just turn this into an even bigger fic after my event ends, sounds good? since you asked for nsfw I wrote one of the scenes the bigger fic will contain, hope you enjoy hehe because I sure did ՞ ⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ ՞

wc -> 1.5k

pairings rich spoilt!beomgyu x scholarship student!reader warnings sub!gyu, mean dom!reader, slapping, handjob, bondage (using his tie), cum eating, tiny humiliation/degrading...hm think that's it

The morning class is quiet, save for the low murmurs of chatter as tired students leisurely rolled in to take their seats. You had been there for half an hour already, going through yesterday's notes and already skimming through today’s material — You liked staying on top of things, your studies were important, they were what got you here after all. Lightly clearing your throat, you pull at the blue tie around your neck, a painful reminder of your low and unworthy status.

Your eyes flit across the room for any signs of him, but there were none. A small wave of relief courses through you, perhaps he’d skip today. But no less than thirty seconds later, the classroom door slams open as Beomgyu saunters inside, immediately being greeted by his unrealistically large group of friends. Internally groaning, your gaze drops to the notes in front of you, set on avoiding him at all costs. 

Though your meek attempt quickly proves futile as you hear him strutting toward you. Suddenly the table in front of you is snatched away, making a deafening scraping sound against the hard floor. Your notes fall to the ground and you scramble to pick them up as heads turn in your direction. A noise to your right makes you turn your head only for you to almost bump noses with him as Beomgyu watches you with a smug expression. 

“Sorry love, needed an extra table today.” He says as he leans back up, “but you don’t mind do you?” The laughter of his friends echo through the classroom as Beomgyu brings your table to sit alongside his own, quickly throwing his feet to rest on top of it. Color rushes to your cheeks and you keep your gaze down as you reorganize your notes in your lap. 

A few minutes later your teacher enters, ready to start class. She throws a quick glance toward you, notes piled on your knees as you grip your pencil tightly, then over to Beomgyu who flashes her an innocent grin. Not bothering to even assess the situation further she begins her lecture and your stomach drops in disbelief. You supposed you should be used to it by now. 

“What?” Beomgyu sounds genuinely surprised as his tall frame looms over you. “Come on now we always have fun after school”, he tries as his hand trails along the curve of your waist. You huff out a breath of air as you take a step back. “And then what? You go back to treating me like shit.” — He frowns as his gaze drops to the tie around your neck, “well you are a scholarship stu…” — “Oh fuck off with that bullshit!” You groan as you run a frustrated hand through your hair. 

“I’m tired of it, Beomgyu.” You state before swallowing the lump in your throat. He doesn’t say anything as he bites the inside of his cheek. Rolling your eyes, you reach for your bag on the table of his private lounge, getting ready to leave. Though you barely get two steps in before his hand clasps around your wrist, pulling you back against his chest. 

“Oh c’mon, you know it’s not like that…” He mumbles as one of his hands cup your chin, lifting your face to look at him. When all he receives is a glare, he sighs as he lets go of you once more. “God, when did you become so boring?” He mutters as he turns to rub a hand against his neck tiredly.  

Letting out a noise of disbelief, you scoff, “to have fun, is that what you want? Fine, we’ll have fun”, you don’t let him get another word out as you push him down on the nearby sofa. Startled by your sudden course of action, Beomgyu blinks up toward you. As you climb onto his lap, you reach for the red tie around his neck, “but we’ll have it my way.” 

In his surprised state, it was easy to gather his wrists as you neatly tied his tie around them, tugging on it once to make sure it wouldn’t break before you pulled his arms above his head. “Fuck, if I knew you were going to react like this I would’ve snatched your table sooner”, his snarky remark is met by a harsh slap to his cheek, the smacking noise filling his empty lounge. 

“Ah shit..” he grumbles as the print of your hand turns a sheer red on his face. Grunting out a quiet shut up, you slam your lips against his as your fingers dig into the sides of his face. You’re surprised by how eagerly he responds as he lets you slip your tongue inside his open mouth, groaning against your lips when you do. 

“God, you’re so annoying”, you seethe between kisses, not expecting him to whine into your mouth as his hips bucked up against your own. You pull on the tie around his wrists and he immediately stills beneath you. Fuck that’s pathetic, you thought, but you couldn’t deny the way it made you clench around nothing. 

Experimentally, you pull his bottom lip between your teeth, biting down on it. Beomgyu squirms under you as a breathy moan escapes his throat. Breaking the kiss, you pull back to look at him with a slight frown, “fuck, do you like this?” — The way he eagerly nods as his lips chase after your own almost makes you want to laugh. 

One of your hands slid between your bodies and you shove it down his pants; relishing in the way his face contorted as his mouth fell open. “F-fuck”, he groans as you flick your thumb over the slit of his cock, swiping away the precum that had spilled out. “Do you enjoy publicly humiliating me?” You question with disdain as your hand squeezes around his shaft, making him throw his head back against the cushion. 

When he doesn’t answer you stop moving and his eyes immediately snap open. “H-ah, I…I don’t know..” his brows furrow as sweat trickles down his forehead. You scoff as your hand shifts up to press against his tip harshly. "M-Maybe..!" He yelps and you feel him twitch against your fingers. “Maybe what?” You drawl as you stroke him slowly, tugging on the tie as his back arches off the sofa. 

“I..I do like it! I like it w-when you become all embarrassed and – ah fuck –  I… I think it’s hot when your face turns all red..” His voice is near breathless and you watch as his eyes flutter closed. Another harsh slap to his face sends his head jolting forward. “I bet you do, you sick fucking bitch”, you spit as your pace on his cock increases. 

Biting his bottom lip, he tries to suppress the noises threatening to escape. A quiet please shifts your attention back to his flushed face. “What was that?” You ask as you twirl the fabric of his tie between your fingers. His hazy gaze finds yours as he lets out a shaky breath, “need to touch you..” he whines as his hips buck against your hand. 

It was almost endearing, the way he thought he had a say in any of this. You draw in closer to his face, your warm breath mixing with his and you can hear his sharp intake of air. “You honestly think I’d let your dirty hands touch my body?” You snigger as you watch him blink up at you in slight confusion. 

“Oh c’mon”, he whines as he trashes against the tie around his wrists, earning himself a third sharp slap to his cheek. “S-shit”, he groans as his hips jerk forward and you suddenly feel him release all over your hand as he soils his briefs. He came from a bit of slapping? Wow, he really was pathetic. You pull your hand from his pants with a small grimace as you hold it up for him to see. 

“Tsk, look what you did.” You groan as you present your sticky fingers to him. His gaze flits down to your hand as the color on his face intensifies. “Well what are you waiting for? Clean it up”, you grunt as you shove three fingers in his mouth, making him let out a surprised noise before he swirls his tongue around them, moaning as you push them further inside.  

When you retract them again he looks up at you expectantly, almost like a puppy, only to frown when you climb off his lap. “Where are you going?” He questions as he watches you flatten out your skirt and reach for your discarded bag. “Where the fuck does it look like I’m going?” You glower as you swing the strap over your shoulder. 

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow.” You give him a small wave before turning on your heel, leaving him on the couch with his hands tied and resting above his head.

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[pixxiies]

anything for an A+ .

pairing ;; professor!matt x student!fem!oc

warnings ;; SMUTTTT🤞🤞 , age gap (matt is 27 reader is 22), cursing , making out , oral (m receiving) , p in v , fingering , unprotected sex (pls dont!!) , pet names (princess, sweetheart, etc) , lowercase intended and thats it!

a/n ;; pls bare w me im too shy to write on here but first smut post i hope yall likey!!! this is for my baby kitten whiskers; @mattsluttywaist and @cheetahmadi 🥳🥳 also this looked better in drafts

pink: you

blue: matt

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“remember, no talking during the test.” was what pulled me out of the trance that i was in. i blinked as i noticed that i was staring at my professor for the entire time he talked about the test we were about to take. professor matthew was walking around the class to give everyone the papers.

“if i catch you talking, i will invalidate your test.” i let out a loud sigh as he placed the paper infront of me, remembering me of the last time that i accidentally spoke during an exam and it led me to get a zero. “yes sir.” i picked up my pencil from my pencil case and started to write my name.

a few hours felt like 10 minutes when my professor said that time was up. i looked down at my test for it not to be completed. “fuck.” i mumbled under my breath. my fingers flipped through the pages to see how many questions i had left. many students had started to walk down to the professors desk to turn it in, soon i was the last student in the class.

“ms. stallord, i said time was up.” he spoke, walking up to my desk. i groan and slouch into my chair. “sir, please is it okay if i finish this after school? i cant afford to fail.” i pout as i looked up at him, his arms crossed with his sleeves rolled up. the brunette shook his head, trying to think of something.

“lets do this.” matt said as he grabbed the packet of paper and walked back to his desk, signaling for me to follow him. i swallowed the lump in my throat while walking close enough to him that i could smell his cologne.

i watched him sit down in his desk and taking out what i assumed was the packet with the answers. the classroom remained quiet for a few minutes, the brunette probably grading what i had done. “C-“ he finally spoke up. i roll my eyes and let out a frustrated whine. “seriously??” matt took off his glasses, “its still passing.” he shrugged. i bit my bottom lip and let it bounce back as i thought. “is there anything i can do at all for extra credit?” i asked, tilting my head to the left and taking a seat next to his desk matt let his glasses on top of his head and pressed his fingers against his mouth. “hmmm, not that i know of, i dont think there is sweetheart.” he replied calmly. my heart skipped a beat as he called me sweetheart in such a way. “i would do anything sir. i cant have my mom know i got a C- on this exam.” i was practically begging at this point. “you got that grade because you didn’t finish the test, probably because you were looking at me. that correct?” he asked me, his head tilting to the side with a cocky smirk spread on his lips. i blinked rapidly when i heard what he had said. but to make it worse, he wasn’t lying. i wasn’t even looking, i was staring. “s-sorry what sir?” i muttered quickly. “you really don’t think i notice ms. stallord?” he chuckled a little bit. i stayed quiet, my cheeks a pink hue.

“now that i pointed it out, you stay silent huh?” matthew stated, his eyebrow raised ever so slightly. “no thats not it um.” i spoke quietly. “i don’t really mean to stare its just that uhm. you are very attractive.. sir.” the sentences left my mouth in a sheepish shaky tone. he laughed quietly to my embarrassment. “dont worry about it. i dont mind.” the brunette said, adjusting his seat so he was closer to me now. god i wanted to kiss him so bad. “o-oh okay, im glad sir.” i replied quietly, my eyes flickering to his lips and my tongue licking my lips to rehydrate them. “please, call me matt.” he mumbled, looking at my eyes then my lips. i listened to my gut and leaned in for a kiss, surprisingly getting one from him back.

my eyes fluttered shut, my heart pounding against my chest as my hands found their way to his loose brunette locks that i messed with slightly. matt nibbled on my bottom lip before sliding his tongue into my mouth. i whined softly, now somehow getting ontop of his lap. my legs were now wrapped around his hips and my hands rested on his shoulders. goosebumps covered each piece of skin matt had been touching. i felt one of his hands slide underneath my shirt, i shivered slightly at how cold his hand actually was.

his mouth detached from mine and he started to leave wet open mouthed kisses along my jawline and neck. small moans come out of my mouth as he did so, my hand trailed up to his head and i started to scratch his scalp gently. “will this make up the C-, sir?” i asked in an innocent tone as i looked down at him. “if you kneel for me, perhaps.” matt whispered, letting go of my hips and resting his hands back on the arm rests. i smirked with an obedient nod as i slid off of his lap and in between his legs. i kneeled in between his clothed thighs, my hands sliding up and down on them softly. i unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down and threw them somewhere in the classroom.

matt was left in his light grey boxers that had a small dark stain from his pre-cum on them. my fingers hooked around the waistband of his boxers and i pulled them down. his 7.4in slapped my face lightly as soon as i took off his boxers.

my mouth began to practically drool as soon as i saw him fully. i wrapped my cold palm around his base firmly and stroked him slowly. i made sure to make my thumb slide right through his slit.

“fuckk.” he whined, looking down at me. i looked up at him with innocent doe eyes as my hand began to stroke him up and down a bit more quicker now. i kissed his tip before taking him entirely in my mouth.

i felt his hand turn down to my hair, he grasped it and made it into a makeshift ponytail. my tongue slid over the head of his cock as i bopped my head up and down. i heard a string of swears pouring out of matt’s name while he began to thrust his ups upward. “fuck fuck yes yes.” the brunette groaned out. he started to twitch in my mouth which told me that he was getting close. soon enough, he spewed his cum down my throat. his cock left my mouth with a wet pop. i rubbed off any of his white liquid that was on my mouth. “you did so well.” he purred, i kissed his tip one last time and earning a small whine from him.

i stood back up and before i could say anything, he grabbed me and sat me down on his lap. “oh princess im not done with you.” the brunette said, placing his hands on my hips. my core was begging for any sort of friction.

matt’s hand slid underneath my skirt, his thumb rubbed over my clothed clit gently. a small whine left my lips as i tried to balance myself by having my hands on his shoulders. he hooked his slender fingers on my panties and he pushed them to the side. “your so wet already sweetheart.” he cooed, his fingers tracing my entrance. “dont tease.” i begged with my eyes fixating onto his face. matt tilted his head to the side as he slowly shoved his digits inside of my cunt.

his fingers slid easily in and out of me, they curled against my g-spot occasionally. i bit my bottom lip to hold back my small whimpers as i clenched around him. “oh shit.” i breathed out, my head leaning back slightly. matt thrusted his fingers in and out while the familiar knot started to form in my stomach. his slender digits continued to stab my pussy, but before i could finish on them he slid them out. “why’d you stop?” i pout with a small whimper. “not letting you finish just yet sweetheart.” matt spoke softly as he aligned his tip with my cunt.

before anything else, he slowly thrusted into me. as soon as he was inside of me, i made sure to squeeze around him perfectly. “tell me when i can move.” the brunette whispered so i could get a chance to adjust to his size. matt’s finger tips grazed my hips gently, his eyes fixated on my face. “o-okay.” a shaky moan left my lips. with no hesitation, he started to thrust in and out of me.

i leaned my head back when his tip kissed my sweet spot within every thrust. matt rested his hands against my hips a bit more roughly as he rutted his hips into mine. god he was so deep inside of me. i guess i was being a little bit too loud that caused matt to shove two of his fingers down my throat. “gotta be quiet baby.” he whispered, still plunging himself into my wet core. i coated his digits with my salvia, using the opportunity to do so. “m’so close sir.” i whine out when matt slid his fingers out of my mouth. his tip stabbed my cervix a few more times before the knot in my stomach started to form again. i felt him twitching inside of me, letting me know that he was about to cum again. “cum for me sweetheart.” he moaned out as his hips began to stutter into mine.

after a few more thrusts, i came all over his cock. it wasn’t too long before matt came deep inside of me ether. he fucked me through our high before he pulled himself out. “so, can i get an A+ now?” i asked with a small smirk spread on my face. “yes, you can sweetheart.”

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a/n part 2: i started writing this at 4am and i finished at 4pm 😭😭 sorry if this isnt that good i hate writing fics publicly 😕

[r0ttenhearts]

Friends?

Scaramouche x Best friend! Reader

angst, no comfort, insults

a bright, summer afternoon. the blazing heat outside of the cooled windows as the cicadas hummed in the unforgiving warm air. but there you were, sitting on scaramouches bed next to him, tapping away at your handheld game as you talked to him. you two had been friends since the start of the previous school year. your sweet smiles and kind gestures moved him, or you hoped they did, as he spoke with you the most in class until it turned to after school study sessions, and eventually just hanging out at each others homes when school was over.

as cruel as scaramouche could be, you found yourself falling for him. the rare smiles he’d give you, or his kind words that were few and far between. it meant more to you than you expected. you figured you were cracking through his tough shell, as he didn’t seem to mind spending time together over the break. or so you thought.

“haypasia is back in town. i thought i’d go see her so i don’t think you can come over for awhile.”

oh right. haypasia. the very bane of your existence. it seemed like every time she was around, scara would leave you to be forgotten. a second thought. sure she knew scara for longer, but did she really know him like you did? no, of course she didn’t, because she was never around. but you were. scaramouche would complain to you about her obsessive antics, how annoying she was and how bothersome she could be, only for him to defend her if you got upset with him about spending too much time together.

“oh.. when will you go see her?” you ask quietly, your voice cracking as you feel that oh so familiar lump in your throat. scaramouche glances at you from above his screen, scoffing and a look of disbelief on his face. “seriously y/n? you’re still so upset about her? what’s your deal?”

you shake your head as you put down your game. your hair covering your face as you don’t face him. you can’t. if you do you’ll break, and you know it. “i just.. i wish you wouldn’t go away for days at a time when she’s around.. you’re my best friend you know? and it hurts to realize that you pick someone over me, someone that doesn’t even stay.” you confess, your hands starting to shake as you can feel his eyes bore into your shaking form.

you can hear him scoff beside you as he sits up, “best friends? we’re friends. actually, we’re hardly even friends because i barely even like you.

you dont shut the fuck up you never do.

you make up lies in your head cause you think i like you but you delusional-ly believe i wouldn’t ever talk to other people and god forbid it be a girl.

oh and you're gonna switch it around saying the reverse about how id care when we all know damn well you could get beat in an alleyway and the most you'd get out of me is a "sorry to hear that.”

he gives you the meanest glare as you stand up from his bed as he shoves you against his bedroom door. fat tears roll down your cheeks as he grips your chin, forcing you to look into his dulled, purple eyes.

“no, tell me im wrong. tell me i dont know what im talking about. god youre so fucking stupid.”

he spits as he lets go of your chin, opening the door as you stumble out. he slams his door shut as you stand there in tears. you loved him? you loved him after he told you how he doesn’t care for you? how pathetic could you be. how could you care so deeply for someone that wouldn’t ever look at you, not even in a friendly way?

with his words ringing through your head, you gather your belongings as you leave his home. your game left forgotten on his bed, wishing to never return or face him again.

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a/n: based on a very real argument with my best friend. a little self indulgent but this was a comfort post. thanks for reading!

part II:

[veaspo]

Hiii!!! Could you do Tim wright but years after marble hornets, so he’s like 38-39 now as a father to a teenager. But like the teenager is edgy like dresses edgy and has edgy hair, yet is sassy and sarcastic like him but can be super hyper even though they are introverted. But they struggle with mental health a lot. But Tim isn’t their biological dad he’s just like a father figure to them. If you can!!!! Have a good day!!!!

IM NOT GOOD AT WRITING ANGSTY STUFF BUT IMMA GET THE JOB DONE, TRUST.

I'M SORRY//TIM WRIGHT X TEEN!READER

You had just woken up, you weren't really a morning person because it would just be a repeat of the day before. Get up, Eat, Sit around the house with your dad, and Sleep.

Your life was never really enthusiastic, your parents weren't the best people, when you were a toddler or so they just up and left you on the side of the road.

You were lucky enough to be found by Tim, your now father. Only a few hours after. You had to be pulled out of school around freshman year because people wouldnt leave you alone, you were just quiet but occasionally loud..not often though.

Tim noticed a change in your behavior regarding school, grades slipping, getting in trouble more often, caught skipping classes. One time he caught you skipping the entire school day.

He sat you down one day and had asked you whats going on, "Sweetheart, tell me what's going on. You were never like this before, I'm worried."

After he said that, a lump had formed in your throat. "I-i get picked on everyday..and I just think about like how life would be now if my parents didn't just up and leave..you know? Like what if I wasnt the way I am now? What if I was popular and had a bunch of friends?"

Tears were forming in your eyes.."Oh sweetie, come here." Tim said. You scootched closer to your dad and he hugged you, he hugged you like it would've been the last he seen of you.

"Why didn't you come to me sooner, sweetpea?" he asked. "I just didn't know how to bring it up to you, i'm sorry." you said, now balling your eyes out.

"Don't apologize, it's not your fault."

You were lucky to have an old man that understood..

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𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬~𝐀 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐭 𝟔

summary: Barça players and talented footballers. Souls meet and sparks fly. But there's always a twist when it comes to love isn't there?

pairing: Ferran Torres x Gonzalez!Reader

warnings: cursing, slight age gap, angst

previous part -> next part

It was El Clasico time. The best time to be a barça femini player. y/n was buzzing. It was always her first match and now that it was her first match as a first team player, she was even more excited.

"okay girls. you know what to do. just keep the 13 wins against Madrid going" the coach said, while all the girls cheered

The starting 11 started walking down the field, lining up for the barça anthem to be played. While y/n stood next to her teammates, she glanced towards the VIP section.

Her eyes slightly widened when she saw a bunch of the men's team there. One of them being Ferran. y/n swallowed the lump in her throat.

"why are some of the men's team players here?" y/n mumbled to Aitana that was standing next to her

"oh it's just like a tradition when playing against Real Madrid" Aitana said nonchalantly

y/n took a deep breath, feeling the nervousness take over her at the thought of them watching her.

She glanced one last time on them, her eye catching Ferran's for a split second. She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to cover up the smile on her face.

Kick off.

And it only took 10 minutes for Frido to score the first goal, assisted by y/n. y/n ran to Frido where she was celebrating, jumping on her back and hugging her neck

While the team was still celebrating, y/n looked at Ferran, who was smiling proudly while clapping for them. She felt herself blushing a bit but she loosened up and went back to her position.

After about 15 minutes, barça won a corner. Caroline Hansen was on the corner. She passed the ball in the air, a Madrid player clearing it off a bit. The ball was in the air, close to reaching y/n. Without hesitation, she jumped in the air and did a bicycle kick, with all her power.

She fell to the ground, hearing only the cheers which only meant that the ball was in the net. She got up immediately, running to the corner to celebrate her world class goal with her fans.

Her teammates jumped up on her, hugging her and praising her for that goal.

She couldn't help but look at where Ferran was sat at. He was standing, cheering and clapping his hands. This only made her more excited to continue the match and show him her talent.

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The match ended 3-0, with y/n also assisting Caroline's last goal. She was thrilled with her performance, and mostly for increasing her g/a this season.

The team started to walk down the tunnel and into the lockers, when y/n heard someone call her name.

She turned around and saw Ferran walking down from his seat. She smiled at him, feeling too much adrenaline in her blood to feel nervous at the moment

"what the hell was that! you were so good out there" he said, smiling widely.

He didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her shorter body, lifting her up a bit, before putting her down.

"thank youu... I'm so happy with how we played" she said, her smile so wide that her cheeks were starting to hurt

"you should be. you'd win us the champions league if you played with us" he joked, making her laugh at his small note

"well I'll try to win it with my team" she shrugged, noticing how relaxed she felt around him

"can I have your jersey?" he asked, taking her back because of his request.

"oh um sure" she started taking of her jersey, thanking god she was wearing another shirt under.

"can I have an autograph too? I'm literally your biggest fan" he said in a high pitched voice, making her laugh at his mimicking

"get me a pen" she said, fixing her jersey to write on it.

Ferran walked to one of the fans, motioning for them to throw one of their pens.

He ran back to y/n, handing her the pen. She walked to one of the walls to write on the jersey. She signed it first, then thought of writing something else. She looked back and saw Ferran waiting for her.

She quickly wrote her number down and returned the pen before throwing the jersey at Ferran. He didn't look at it, but only waved at y/n who was already walking down the tunnel.

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"ayyy I didn't know you would do that" Fernando said, giving her a high five.

"i wasn't thinking straight and was too energetic after the match. I wouldn't have done it if it was just a normal day" she shrugged, biting the inside of her cheek to hide her smile

"you do like him don't you?" Fernando asked, a small smile on his face

y/n let out a sigh, thinking about what he said.

She did like Ferran. What she wasn't sure what her feelings really were. She didn't know if she just admires him as a player, or likes him for the sweet person he is.

"I don't know..." she mumbled, playing with her fingers to avoid eye contact

"you do" he said, nudging her shoulder with his.

"I just admired him so much before. But now after meeting him in real life, I know it's not just admiration, I just don't know if i like him or not" she let out a sigh, hiding her face in her hands.

"you just gotta give it some time. get to know him more and see where that leads to" Fernando said, putting his hand on her shoulder

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y/n was sitting on her couch, after showering when her training session ended, when she got notification from an unknown number.

She got suspicious, opening the message to see what it is.

Unknown

some football player put her number on the jersey she gave me. do you any idea who it might be?

She smiled instantly, realizing that it was Ferran. She replied to his message immediately.

Unknown

some football player put her number on the jerseys she gave me. do you any idea who it might be?

thought you would've sold this by now

I asked for the jersey. why would I sell it

mhm idk. maybe barca are too broke to give you your salary so u're looking for some money?

damn why are you roasting my team like that? 😭

She laughed at his message, typing back her response

it's funny that's all

how have you been doing?

She smiled at his caring personality, glad he tried to make a conversation with her

I've been really good actually. That match changed a lot for me

you know i wasn't asking about the team precosia

She felt the butterflies erupt in her stomach at his use of this pet name. He had said it a few times now, making her blush deeper each time. She even blushed more when he noticed that she was avoiding his question.

I'm fine. when I don't think abt it it's like it never happened

are you sure? now that I have ur number and u have mine, feel free to text me whenever you want if u want to talk

thank you Fer. that's really sweet of you

anytime y/n

She grinned from ear to ear, dropping her phone and burying her face in her hands. She wondered why Ferran was so interested in listening to her or even talking to her. But at this point, she didn't want to question it, but only enjoy it while it lasted.

Her phone dinged again with another notification.

new message from Ferran

She opened it immediately to see what he sent.

another movie night tonight?

She was internally screaming and freaking out. He was asking to hang out with her.

of course. what time will you be here?

how about at mine this time? I can come pick you up in a few hours

y/n wasn't expecting that, and couldn't deny she was a bit nervous about going to his house. But she wanted to keep the confidence and not take a step back

no problem. just text me when you're here

great! it's a date then

y/n's jaw dropped at his message. rereading it a few 100 times to make sure it was correct.

a date

he asked her out for a date

holy fucking shit

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Old Habits Die Hard Part 6 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: The slow burn threatens so make Sugar melt, and Bradley can't remember ever feeling this way before.

Warnings: Angst, swears, smut, fluff

Length: 4800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (fuckboy college student Bradley)

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"Oh my God," you sighed when you woke up late on Saturday morning. As soon as you opened your eyes, you couldn't stop smiling. Being walked home by Bradley was like a dream you didn't want to wake up from. 

His lips had been all over yours, hips pressing you back against the wall outside your apartment door. When you asked him if he wanted to come inside, he groaned, "Of course I want to, Sugar. But can we just... not? Not tonight?" 

You nodded in response, and he looked so relieved, you didn't think he meant for you to feel bad about what he said. You thought maybe it was more about him than you. 

As you ran your fingertips along his scars, Bradley melted into your hand. "Tell me you'll come back over to the house tomorrow. We can hang out again."

You smiled at him. "Yeah, I'll come back tomorrow."

He nodded slightly, still leaning into your palm. "Text me. I'll walk over and get you. Shouldn't be walking by yourself."

And you were still thinking about what he said the next morning. He wasn't your boyfriend. He would probably never be your boyfriend. So maybe you shouldn't be encouraging him to walk you to and from his frat house all the time, but you had already promised him he could do it again. 

"You're an idiot," you told yourself as you climbed out of bed, still wearing his sweatshirt. "He's not a good idea. You should know better." But you were still smiling. 

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Bradley was antsy as soon as he woke up. He had too much energy. You'd gotten yourself under his skin somehow, and he felt like he needed to do something about it. He started pacing around his room. 

He'd been threatening to kiss you stupid, but you were the one who had managed to turn him into a brainless moron with your lips and your face and your body. 

"Dude," he groaned out loud. You had invited him in last night. He knew Janessa was staying with Tyson, so it would have been just the two of you at your apartment. It was an invitation for full steam ahead to getting laid, but he had said no. As if he had a shred of dignity left to protect. Like there was a thread of virtue left inside him. 

Why was it so important to him that you didn't think he was a complete fuckboy? He never cared what any of the other girls thought. He never stopped them from writing on his door. He had even once fucked a girl after she told him she just wanted to be able to get her name up there, like riding his dick one time was some sort of prize you could win. 

Just thinking about it made him uncomfortable now. He couldn't even remember that girl's name or what she looked like. But he remembered that she brought her own marker. 

He collapsed back onto his bed. He had to swallow around the lump in his throat. That was probably how Phoebe had become his safety net. She was there the night his face got busted up. She knew what happened and could have probably guessed why he got into a fight with Chase. She never gave him a hard time about any of it. And she never got mad when he went into a spiral where he started sleeping around more than usual.

And yet, Phoebe got away with not getting mad about the things he did, because she wasn't his girlfriend. Nobody cared about him enough to be that. 

Maybe things had started to improve when he started drinking less. The past six months had been better for him, in a lot of ways. He had been taking extra classes to get his GPA up as high as possible. He had actually been enjoying school. But he kept on going along with the easiest girls on campus, the ones who he knew wouldn't give his scars a second glance. The kinds of girls he'd always chosen. 

His mom would be disgusted, and he knew it. His dad probably never did this shit. He buried his face in his hands. You were supposed to text him later to let him know when to walk to your place and get you. He needed to tell you he couldn't see you anymore. He needed to stop being around you, starting today. Maybe he could get better, be better, but he'd have to try it with someone else. Because there was no way he could let himself ruin you, drag your reputation down to his level. Jeff had been right. You were too fucking good. 

And then he thought about how sweetly you talked to him last night. How well you had kissed him, and how he had pressed you down underneath his body. You trusted him. Trusted him with more than just his ability to get you off. 

Then he thought about you in his lap in the library study room. He wouldn't be able to tell you no if you said you wanted him. He was so weak. He had never let himself be interested in any other girl like this before. 

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You had finished all of your schoolwork, and it was only mid afternoon. You couldn't text Bradley yet; that would have been as mortifying as when you came apart in his lap. So you tried to take a nap, then you watched a movie. You wanted to text him while you were eating dinner, but then you frowned, because he had been the one initiating texts with you ever since you wrote your number on his pristine door. 

"What the hell?" you whispered. What could his problem be? What if he hooked up with someone else last night after he walked you home? You pushed your plate of food to the side, suddenly no longer hungry. 

You glared at your phone, not wanting to be the one to make the first move. And just then it lit up with a text from him, and you quickly snatched it up into your hands. 

Sugar, I miss you more than I should be allowed to. Tell me to stop. 

Your heart was pounding now. Stop? You didn't want him to stop. So maybe he hadn't been with anyone else last night. Maybe he'd just been thinking about you. 

You wrote back, You're allowed to miss me all you want, Beer Boy. Or you can walk over and get me. Then you wouldn't have to miss me at all. 

You waited for a response but got nothing. You got changed and finished putting on some makeup, and he still hadn't written back. Finally, when you were about to see where Janessa was, he replied.

I'm on my way. 

You bit your lip and almost screamed. You put your dishes in the sink and thought about taking a shot of the cheap tequila you and Janessa bought before you turned twenty one. You needed a distraction. But then there was a knock at your door, and you rushed to open it. 

Chocolate brown eyes, messy hair tucked under a backwards cap. Smirk that made you feel silly. 

"Sugar," he whispered, leaning against the door frame with both hands and examining your face. "Tell me I'm not allowed to miss you."

Fuck that. You reached for the front of his shirt, pulling him toward you, and he released the door frame. "What if I want you to?" you asked him softly. 

He groaned as he pulled you against him and kissed you. 

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He wanted you. He tried not to. He spent the entire day telling himself no. If you had told him no, he would have been gone immediately. But you were dressed all cute again, and your body was fitted perfectly against his. And you kept giving him a green light. 

"Bradley," you gasped when he ran his lips along your ear. "Feel like hanging out here instead of going to the party?" you asked softly. 

His cock throbbed for you. He hadn't let himself masturbate all day, and it had been a week since he got laid. You could have him right now if you wanted him. Right here next to your front door. But he was trying so hard to do what he should. Part of him still believed he came here to tell you he couldn't be around you anymore. The other part knew he was full of shit; he came here because he couldn't stay away. He was a fucking mess. 

"I signed us up for beer pong," he told you, his voice raspy as you ran your hand along his arm. 

You giggled, and he pulled you closer. "I suck at beer pong."

"I don't mind," he promised, taking your hand and leading you out. He listened to you talk as you walked. You asked him questions and wanted to hear what he thought about things, just like you had last night when he took you home. When you stopped at the crosswalk and kissed his scars, it felt nice. 

Tyson and Dev waved you both over to the game as soon as you got there. "You guys are up," Tyson said, handing you the ball. "Ladies first."

Bradley watched you get ready to start the game, smiling softly at him over your shoulder. And you weren't just bad at beer pong, you were terrible. But he didn't mind when you missed three shots in a row, because your little crop top was riding up higher every time you attempted a throw. 

When Bradley made his shot again, you groaned and glared at him. "Told you I sucked."

"How are you possibly this bad?" Bradley asked you, taking you by the hips from behind and moving you a foot further away from the edge of the table. "You're good at math! It's like a physics problem." He let his hands linger on your body for a beat as Tyson took his turn. 

You turned to look at him. "Huh. I never thought about it that way!" you said, and Bradley grinned, because he had made your eyes light up. 

"See, everyone underestimates how smart I actually am," he told you as he squared your hips and let his hands ghost up the soft skin along your sides, making you shiver. "Just get used to the way the ball feels when it leaves your hand, and let it arc down into the cups." Bradley removed his hands once you were in position, and when you took your shot, you managed to get the ball into a cup. 

"It's math, Beer Boy!" you told him with a smile. He could still see the fading hickey on your neck whenever you tossed your hair back from your shoulders. When he leaned in and placed his lips there, you moaned softly, and he felt weak. What the fuck was going on? If you were any other girl, he could have had you begging for him, fucked you in his room, and come back down to the party with a clear head. 

"Are you guys going to stop feeling each other up and play?" Tyson called from the other end of the table with a grin. 

"Sorry, man," Bradley replied, picking up the ping pong ball and tossing it effortlessly into a cup. "Math," he confirmed with a nod. 

The match was close, but Dev managed to edge the two of you out on the last cup. "I've never been that good before!" you told Bradley as he led you away from the table as the next opponents were called over. 

"You know the secret. Now you'll be unbeatable. Come on, let's get some of the good beers," he said with a smirk, dropping his hat onto your head. He had no idea where Jeff was, and he wanted to keep it that way. The kitchen was empty, and as soon as he had you in there away from the horribly loud music, you had your arms around him.

He took two beers out of the fridge and opened them before picking you up and setting you on the counter. "Warn a girl next time!" you screeched as he jumped up next to you.

"Sorry," he said with a laugh. Bradley couldn't get over you. "You look adorable in my hat."

He watched your cheeks flush pink. "I slept in your sweatshirt last night," you admitted with a smile, but you looked away from him. 

Fuck. "Lucky shirt," he muttered, and you turned to look at him, pressing your lips together. 

"What's wrong today? You seem... a little hesitant. And you didn't text me as much," you said softly, and Bradley's heart was in his throat. "Not that you need to text me or anything like that, of course," you said, fiddling with your beer before taking a big sip. "I was just, you know.... I like you."

"Sugar." Bradley took the beer from your hand and set it aside. You looked at him tentatively as he leaned toward you and brushed his lips softly against yours. Nobody had ever said that to him before. He'd never be able to stop now. "I like you, too."

You made a soft sound as he wrapped his hand gently around your neck and stroked his thumb along your jaw. 

"I'm sure you say that to every girl," you whispered, and his lips touched yours briefly again. 

"No, I never say that to any girls. That's the problem."

You laughed softly as his fingers drifted down your back and he gently kissed your neck. "That doesn't sound like a problem to me, Beer Boy."

"Oh, it is. It's a big problem."

"Then how do we solve it?" you asked as he pushed you back until you were lying along the kitchen counter, his hat rolling to the floor. 

Bradley watched you reach out to him, and he let you pull him on top of you. "You're smarter than me, Sugar. Might have to rely on you to figure it out. I can only think of ways to make it worse," he whispered, letting his fingers meet the soft skin between your jeans and your shirt.

You reached up and ran your hands through his hair. "Then make it worse," you told him. "Kiss me until I sound so stupid. Touch me until I sound so fucking dumb." 

"Jesus," he muttered as his lips crashed against yours, humming softly. You nibbled and licked until he dipped his tongue into your mouth to meet yours. Your fingers were a little rough against his scalp as he pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, and both of his hands were all the way up your shirt. 

All the little gasps and moans you made were making him dizzy. You were so sweet, but Bradley already knew you were a little dirty, too. "You're the best combination of everything," he told you, stroking your tits through your bra. 

"Oh, God," you moaned into his mouth when he kissed you again. You bucked your hips up against him, and he anchored your body against the counter as his fingertips found your nipple. He teased you there as his tongue found yours, and you whined his name so loudly he was practically seeing stars. 

When the door opened and the sounds of the party filtered into the kitchen, Bradley froze.

"Come on, guys! That's where I make my sandwiches!" Tyson yelled. "What the fuck!"

Instead of looking embarrassed this time, you just laughed as Bradley pulled his hands back out of your shirt and sat up.

"Uh... sorry," Bradley said vaguely in Tyson's direction. "Won't happen again."

"I doubt that," Tyson said, glaring at both of you as Bradley helped you down from the counter and picked up his hat.

Bradley laughed when you waved over your shoulder and said, "Bye, Ty!" as Bradley pulled you out of the room. 

"He has no right to complain, really. I'm the only one who cleans this fucking house," Bradley muttered. When he tried to lead you back into the living room, you tugged on his hands and he stopped. When he raised an eyebrow in your direction, you nodded toward the stairs.

"Let's go up," you said softly. "Your room is quiet. And I want to be alone with you."

Bradley let you lead him there.

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Bradley let you take control. You paused outside of his door, which still only had the note he had written to you and your phone number on it. "Just the way I like it," you told him before opening it and going inside. The soft glow of the Navy desk lamp warmed the room just like the previous times you had been in here. 

Bradley tossed his hat on his desk and ran his fingers along the ends of your hair. "Sugar." His voice was so soft, and his grin was just barely touching his lips. "I shouldn't have you. You're too sweet for me."

You shook your head slightly. "No, I'm not."

"Too sweet for anybody," he told you as his hands found the bare skin of your waist again, and you had to squeeze your thighs together. "I fucking want you so bad though. I don't know what to do."

You traced the long scar along his neck with your fingertips, and his eyes fluttered closed. "I want you too, Bradley." Gently, you kissed the spot where your fingers had been, and he pulled you against him. "I like you. All of you. You call me Sugar, but you're sweet to me."

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing against your lips. "I'm different now," he whispered, and while you weren't sure exactly what he meant by that, you nodded your head. He was different than you thought he would be. 

Bradley dipped his head down and kissed you, his lips smiling against yours as he worked his hands higher on your waist. He pulled away a little bit and watched your face as he stroked along your curves with his thumbs. "That tickles a little bit," you told him, biting your lip to contain your giggles. But his hands inched a little higher.

"Want me to stop?" he asked, his thumbs finding your bra again just like in the kitchen. You'd worn your nicest underwear and a tight crop top that really had no place even being in your closet. He smiled, waiting for you to answer.

"Don't you dare," you told him, whining as his palms met your breasts, gently squeezing and kneading you through the lace fabric. You expected him to rip your shirt off, but he was taking his time. Somehow you knew this was not exactly the same guy who'd had the names all over his door. This guy was a better version. It felt like he was being better for you.

When your head tipped back, his lips found your neck, sucking and teasing you. Even though you tried to stop, you found yourself grinding your hips against him. He was already starting to get hard, and you knew you were already wet. One of his hands slid down to your butt, slowing your movement. 

"Don't rush this. I want to spend the whole night making my smart girl stupid," he told you, and your body shook. 

"Fuck," you said, nodding and agreeing with him as both of his hands went to the front of your jeans. He smirked as you steadied yourself with his shoulders.

"One word response. Starting to sound dumb already, baby," he said, teasing your lips with his as he dipped his fingers inside your open zipper. 

You could only moan in response as he slid both hands up your body and pulled your shirt over your head. He stared at you like you were beautiful, stroking his hands over all of your newly exposed skin. You expected him to want to fuck you quickly and then get back to the party, but things were never as they seemed with him.

Then his breath hitched as he ran his knuckles along your ribs on your right side, just below your bra. 

"You have a tattoo," he growled, immediately dipping his head down to kiss you there. "What does it mean?" he asked, running his tongue along your skin and making you cry out. 

"Oh! It's a math equation. Called Euler's Identity," you gasped as he nipped and bit you. "It contains the most important mathematical constants making it the only perfect formula in science," you managed to say with a shaky voice. Because now Bradley was on his knees in front of you, unhooking your bra and sliding it down your arms.

"It sure does look perfect," he told you. He kissed your tattoo again before looking up at your chest and your face. "Never seen anything better." He ran the tip of his nose along the underside of your breast, his fingers never leaving the ink on your flesh. His mouth was all over you, kissing and sucking, leaving your wet nipples exposed to the cool air. 

"I should have known you'd have a sexy math tattoo next to your tits," he said, scooping you up as he stood. "You're too fucking good to be true." 

You squealed in his arms as he walked across the room. "It's really more of a natural sciences tattoo, if you want to nitpick," you told him with a giggle, as he dropped you onto his bed and pulled his own shirt off. His body was gorgeous.

"Oh no..." he said, shaking his head at you as you scooted back to rest against his pillows, and he yanked your shoes off. "You're sounding too smart again. I must not be doing a very good job." 

You tried not to smile, but it was useless. "What are you going to do about it?" you asked, your voice shaking with need as he settled himself between your legs and stretched out over your body. 

"This." He pressed his lips to yours, tipping your chin up for better access to your mouth. Then he gently pinched your chin, easing your mouth open so his tongue could meet yours. He felt warm and slippery as he explored your mouth. When he licked your open lips, you whined, grinding your hips up again and clenching around nothing. 

"And this." He caressed your tattoo and palmed your breast with his big hand before letting his fingers trail down your body and dip into the elastic of your underwear. He slipped his fingers lower, moaning into your mouth as he eased one digit over your clit and through your wetness. 

You were going crazy now. Making unnatural little noises and pulling his hair with your hands. He knew he was making you stupid, and he was looking at you like he loved it.

But he didn't know that your orgasm in the library was the best sex of your life. He didn't know that you'd never been able to cum with any other guy before. He didn't know how much you liked him. 

"How does that feel, Sugar?" he asked, swirling his fingers along your clit just like you did to yourself when you were alone. 

"Good," you moaned, shaking your head against the pillow.

"What do you want?" He licked your breasts before pulling your nipple between his lips and teasing.

"More," you whined. "You."

He grinned. "Back to one word answers, I see."

He moved so gracefully, sliding your jeans and underwear off and settling between your legs. When he slid a finger along your slit and pressed his knuckle against your pussy, you almost couldn't stand how good it felt. "Bradley," you whined, as he kissed your hips and your belly. Then he slipped his finger into your pussy.

You watched him watching you, and he looked delighted every time your body involuntarily squirmed. He added a second finger, moving them just the right way to get you worked up. When his thumb brushed you again, your back arched off the bed. 

"Fuck," he muttered, working his fingers as he guided his body back over yours. "You're making me crazy," he groaned before kissing along your tattoo again. You wrapped your fingers around his wavy hair and watched his tongue glide across your chest. "Do you want me, Sugar?" he asked softly. "Can I have you?" 

"Yes."

When he gently removed his fingers from inside you and licked them clean, you moaned and squeezed your thighs together. He was immediately off the bed, and you gasped, missing his warmth and weight immediately. "Where are you going?" you whined, propping yourself up. 

"Need to get a condom," he replied, eyes on you as his hands shook opening a new box. "I'm coming back."

When he returned to the bed, you sat up and unbuttoned his jeans. He let you take your time guiding them down his hips and easing his boxers down as well. When you say how big and hard he was, your eyes darted up to his face. You licked your parted lips and he groaned so loudly you squeaked. 

"You're huge," you told him. He was going to hurt you. The other guys hadn't been this big.  

He must have heard the apprehension in your voice, because he told you, "We can stop," even as he was practically panting. 

You wrapped your fingers around him and gently squeezed his velvety warmth. "No. Just go slow?" you asked, running your fingers along his length. 

"Anything you want," he gasped.

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Bradley had never been this excited in his life. He wanted you, and you wanted him back. He'd tasted you. He knew how good your skin felt. Now he was about to fuck you. 

He was completely sober, and delighted that he would remember all of this. He had never seen anything as gorgeous as your body bathed in lamplight. 

You were whining his name as he rolled the condom on and got himself ready. He kissed your lips and cheeks, running his nose against yours until you were smiling. Then he whispered, "Sugar," against your lips as he pushed himself inside you.

Your lips were parted and your cheeks were flushed as you grasped his hair tightly with one hand and wrapped the fingers of your other hand in his sheets. He didn't dare move for a few seconds as you got used to the feel of him. You were so wet and tight and perfect, Bradley kind of wished he could just stay inside you like this. But then he started moving, and his own need was building. A few minutes of this and he could tell by the way you were responding to him that you were already close. He'd worked you up and now he wanted to be good for you. He needed to be so good for you so you would stay with him. 

So he worked his hips a little faster, filling you all the way and then easing himself out a few inches before filling you again. "Oh God," he grunted next to your ear. Your eyes were squeezed shut, your chest rising with each whimpering breath you took. "You're such a good girl," he told you, moving nice and steady. "Look at me."

Your eyes fluttered open, bright and trusting as he caressed your breasts with his right hand. Moaning louder now, you raised your hips to meet each of his thrusts. "You feel so good," you whispered, voice hitching on the last word. Bradley pressed his lips to yours, kissing you and inhaling all of your little gasps. He pushed his hand lower to tease you, and soon you were shaking beneath him, squeezing his cock with your tight little pussy until he was grunting. 

"Oh my God," you whined, shaking your head and pulling his hair as you came. Bradley pressed his lips to your tattoo and whispered your name as his last thrusts drove his own orgasm home. 

He was never going to stop touching you. Every inch of your skin that he kissed and caressed was like silk. As he pressed his lips all over your shoulder and collarbone, your grip on his hair started to loosen, and your breathing evened out.

When he started to move, you grabbed onto him, holding him against you. So he wrapped his arms around you and stayed inside you, afraid to speak and break the spell. 

Finally, you kissed his forehead and giggled softly. "I can't believe this was better than the library."

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Beer Boy and Sugar.... oh man, they are sweet together.

Big thanks to @mak-32 for helping me along the way. This one's for you, Mak.

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[mrsackermannx]

— HOW DO I KNOW IF A YOUNGER WOMAN IS TRYING TO SEDUCE ME? | GETO SUGURU

MDNI | smut, slight age gap late 20s/late 30s, single father geto suguru/neighbour f!reader, use of sir, pet names, soft dom condescending geto, no curses au, not beta read. | 1k |

author’s note: omg jazz my brain just brained and i am passing you a note in class like a giggling schoolgirl @p00pdev1l <3

Thinking about shamelessly teasing single dad Suguru whilst his daughters are away at summer camp. He’s always so respectful, never letting his gaze avert from your face whenever you stop by. Even when your tits are close to spilling out of your shirt, or your shorts are extra short. 

But after an entire week of your antics he was reaching his limit and fast. In fact it was escalating so quickly he wasn’t sure whether he could slam the breaks on this. You’d suddenly taken up gardening in the backyard and he was cursing the short little fence and your even shorter shorts. 

“Hey Mr Geto!” you called over, for the fourth afternoon in a row. He waved back with a friendly smile but muttered a sharp “vixen” to himself as he placed down his book and decided to text an expert—his best friend.

You were only ten years younger, in your late 20’s, your head on your shoulders, but here you were seducing your neighbour so brazenly like this. 

How do I know if a younger woman is trying to seduce me? 

Satoru: You’re a hot single dad, do the math!

Suguru wasn’t quite sure how to breach this, he debated texting Satoru again for some advice but he wasn’t even sure on where to start. That was until you were smiling and standing in front of the pathetic fence that separated your backyards. “How’s the book?”

He resisted the urge to swallow the lump in his throat, “It’s great! How’s the gardening going?”

You were wearing one of your skimpy little tops, it was tied around the base of your nape and exposing your back. He wanted to rip it off with his fucking teeth.

“Not too bad! I just wanted to check on you and make sure you weren’t getting too lonely without your girls.”

“I’m not lonely, I’ve had you to keep me company all week, haven’t I?” he asked. Your heart thudded so loudly you wondered if he could hear it. 

Nevertheless you went with the flow, ignoring his obvious call out.

“You give me too much credit! But I’m glad I could lend a hand anyway, I don’t seem to be making too much progress with my flowers so!”

He chuckled, “Oh? I find that hard to believe, you look like you’re good with your hands.”

Suguru mentally cheered himself on with every remark, growing bolder and bolder. 

You mentally rejoiced, finally he was taking your bait. “I’ve always been one to take a hands-on approach.”

He unexpectedly stood up from his chair, meeting you at the fence with an amused smile, “I hope your skill sets don’t end there, you can only do so much with your hands, you know.”

“What about you? Are you a hands-on kind of person, Mr Geto?”

“Hm? I like a combination, I’m rather good with other things too.”

“Like?”

“Like…” he leaned forward, his black hair glinting in the sun, “I’m good at using my head.”

“Please, do tell.”

“I’d have to show you, you can always come in. Because now I’m curious to see what you can do.”

Your eyes widened, but you grinned, finally ready to accept the challenge from your mysterious, seductive eyed neighbour. “Oh? Have you bitten off more than you can chew, pretty thing?” 

“No sir.” 

He offered you his hand as you stepped over the fence and he led you into his home. As soon as you were inside of it your back was pressed against the wall, and he was tilting your chin upward. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” you answered without missing a beat. Your lips collided in a needy clash and he kissed with so much passion that you were mewling into his mouth. You jumped up and he rucked you up onto his hips, walking you through his kitchen and up the stairs.

“You’re a bad fucking girl,” he groaned, “Sweet, but bad nonetheless.”

When you reached the slick, dark interiors of his bedroom, the masculine scent of him sweet in the air, he was turning you and untying the strings of your halter top.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” he purred, kissing along your shoulder blades as your top fell to your waist. “Answer me, darling.”

“Yes, I will-“ your voice fell into a pathetic whimper when his large hands engulfed your breasts and he squeezed. But he quickly released one, roughly turning your face to see your debauched expression.

“Good, because this has gone on long enough, don’t you think?”

You nodded, his thumb brushing your lip before he was pushing you gently until your knees sank into the soft sheets of his bed, his long hair loose and tickling your back.

“Hm? I didn’t hear you,” he cooed, running his hands down your sides until they reached your waistband. 

“Yes, Mr Geto,” you mumbled shyly. “It has.”

“Yes sir,” he corrected, fully tugging down your shorts. When they reached your knees he scoffed, like he’d been proven right. “What do we have here? No panties?”

“Yes sir.”

“Do that often?”

“No sir.” 

He smirked as he removed your shorts, leaving you naked he pushed your body into a neat arch.

“So I did almost see your cunt in these when you were bent over earlier.”

“Oh? I had no idea.” Your voice was small because he could surely look and see the beads of your arousal dripping onto his expensive charcoal grey sheets. But he wasn’t looking there yet.

Instead you could feel the way your cunt was oozing as his mouth stayed close to your ear, and he trailed up and down your spine with his fingertips. 

“Oh? You didn’t realise? But you can show me now, can’t you?” 

His seductive voice dripped with condescension.

“Yes sir, I can,” you murmured, feeling his hair slide down your spine as he pulled back, standing on his knees, waiting, staring…

“Then spread yourself so I can finally see, darling. I know you’re a good girl really, you just wanted to show me, didn’t you?” he cooed. “So, show me.”

You did as he said and solemnly stuck your ass in the air, taking the fat of your ass in each hand and spreading your pussy for him to finally see every desperately soaked inch of you.

He cursed under his breath at the sight, a little “hum” leaving his lips like new information had come to light and he was a doctor about to give his prognosis. “Yeah, I knew it, I’m gonna have to ruin you, sweetheart.”

©mrsackermannx: do not repost, plagiarise, translate or modify my works.

[strwyofthesun]

forgive me, goodbye [pt. 2]

pairing: re2r!leon kennedy x intern!reader

synopsis: after settling into the uk, you learn of the raccoon city incident and suffer a great loss. after graduating from med school and starting up your internship, you meet someone who you thought you've left in the past.

word count: 3.7k

cont: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, mentions of death, mentions of blood, hurt/comfort, there's so much stuff goin on idk anymore

a/n: i did not expect to write a part 2 of this but my best friend bitched about not liking the ending so i did this out of spite <3 also! this takes place after the re2 events and before operation javier. i did alot of research on the re timeline and other medical related things mentioned T_T last, leon looks so cute in the pic i choose that bc his outfit there is similar to his operation javier fit

part one here !

A week has gone by since you’ve moved in the UK and you had been feeling homesick. Even though you had settled into your dorm, made new friends, and gotten acquainted, nothing beats the company of family. Not only have you been missing family, but also Leon. Feeling distressed, you decided to call your family to see how they’re doing.

You go through your contacts and scroll down to find your Mom’s contact. You spotted her name and pressed dial. The phone lets out a ring that lasted for only a couple seconds as your mom had picked up the call.

“Hey mom… Is dad with you?”

“Hey honey! Yes, he’s over here!” Your mom called for your dad and you hear his voice in the background shouting back to wait for him. You let out a laugh hearing your parents shuffle around. “What’s up hun? How’s everything going there?” Your dad asked.

“Everything’s fine dad, I’m just a little homesick…”

“Aww, hun… We miss you dearly too… You’ve grown up into such a fine, successful, smart, and independent young lady. We couldn’t be any more proud of you. Call us anytime, we promise we’ll always answer the call at the first ring.” Your mom said.

“Hey mom…?”

“Yes?”

You gulped down the lump you felt in your throat, “How’s Leon doing?”

“Oh… I heard he’s out of town.”

“…Is that so?”

“You know who I miss?” Your dad suddenly chimed in.

“Who dad?” You asked curiously while smiling.

“You and Leon. You remind me of you and your mom back in the day.” Your smile dropped hearing those words from your dad. It made you miss him even more and your parents could tell by the silence on your end of the line.

Your mom nudged your dad and scolded him, “Hun! Come on! She’s trying to move on, don’t make it any harder for our baby.”

“I’m fine mom, really. I just wanted to know…”

“Well, alright… If you say so.”

“I’ll be going now, I have a class in a bit.”

“Okay, call us if you need anything!” Your dad reminded again.

“I will, I will. Love you guys…”

“We love you too hun.” They said in union and dropped the call. It was nice hearing their voices again. You opened a box filled with pictures, looking for ones of you guys together when you were suddenly greeted with tons of pictures of you and Leon together on top of the pile. A certain picture caught your eye and you grabbed it to take a closer look. It was a picture of the night you, Leon, and your parents celebrated your graduation from pre-med. Tears fill your eyes and drops of it landed on the picture, slightly damaging the ink. You try desperately to remove your tears stains from the picture but ended up smudging the photo and getting the ink over your parents’ faces. You threw the picture back in the box and curled up at the foot of your bed and sobbed silently.

You didn’t regret your choice of pursuing your dream of becoming a virologist but God, did you really have to go through this just to reach it? You tried controlling your heaving and sniffled as an attempt to quit crying because you had a class in a few minutes. You stood up and walked yourself to the bathroom to wash yourself up. Looking into the mirror, you realized that you’re already here and it’s too late to quit now. You’ve sacrificed so much of your time, effort, and relations for this. Quitting isn’t an option.

Days passed by and you drowned yourself in your studies. You were currently one of the best in your class and according to your professors, you had the most promising potential. Meanwhile, Leon was out of town just as your mom said and was wasting away in God knows where. All he wanted to do was get away from that town and escape the memories it held. He drank his sorrows away but no bottle of alcohol could ever fill the void in his heart. It’s as if you took a piece of his heart and left with it and there was no chance of ever getting it back.

During one late night, he received a call from his co- officer telling him not to go back to Raccoon City even though there was a current crisis, but Leon didn’t listen. He sobered up and immediately headed back to Raccoon City. The following events that unfolded are to be summed up and named “Raccoon City Destruction Incident” from then on.

While studying in a café with your earphones on, you realized that it’s been awhile since you’ve called your parents. You ring them up but they don't picked up.

“Weird, they usually answer at the first ring…” You mumbled to yourself. You try again and to no avail. “Again.” you said but call after call they didn’t pick up. Now you were really worried. Out of frustration, you take your earphones off and take a sip of your coffee when you start picking up on the sounds of the café. But what caught your attention made you drop the coffee cup in your hands.

“The US government declared Raccoon City 'beyond saving' from its residents that have turned aggressive and zombie-like. They ordered a missile strike to wipe out the city and later at dawn, it is reported that two non-nuclear missiles hit the city, clearing all of its 100,000 citizens, and completely wiping it off the map.“

Ringing filled your ears and your hands trembled at the news you had just heard. “This can’t be happening…” you thought. A waiter walked up to you demanding you pay for the broken coffee cup but you couldn’t hear him well. His words sounded like it was being drowned out by water. Your body went on auto-pilot and you grab whatever amount of money you had on you and shoved it into the chest of the waiter. You grabbed your stuff and exit the café while calling for a taxi cab.

You rushed back to your dorm and packed your stuff immediately. Things weren’t properly processed in your mind and before you knew it you were on a flight back to the US. You took a cab to the outskirts of what’s left of Raccoon City before you were blocked by multiple hazard signs, barricades, and police tape. You tried to get passed it but police stopped you before you could even step past the barricade. You stare at the massive crater left by the missiles and what remained of your old home. Streams of tears run down your face and you couldn’t stop it. The police tried calming you down but it was useless. They couldn’t do anything except escort you back to the hotel you checked in.

Once you were at your hotel room, you drop to your knees and wailed. You couldn't fathom the intensity of all the feelings that you were experiencing all at once. Everyone you knew and loved were turned into those… monsters you saw on the news. They were killed, wiped out, with no trace left. Your friends, family, mom, dad, and Leon, all gone. You cried even harder now that things have finally started sinking in. You recall your last call with your parents, them saying how proud they were, and them saying they love you, it was agonizing. And Leon... Oh Leon… you left him alone and heartbroken in Raccoon City. You blamed yourself for their deaths. You imagined your parents worried sick for you because you haven’t called them in awhile as well as Leon who was probably grieving still over the breakup. The image of them worried and scared for their life, was all you could think about. Tears didn’t stop flowing and you’ve lost your voice from screaming. You asked yourself, was this punishment for leaving? Did you deserve to suffer this much?

It's 2002 and four years have passed since. Not a single day went by where you didn’t think of your parents and Leon. You’ve let yourself grieve, gotten therapy, and took a break from med school for awhile. But in the end, you pushed through with it because you knew they would’ve wanted you to push through. You were a step closer to becoming a virologist and its something you’ve worked extra hard on this time. You promised yourself that once you finished everything, you’d dedicate the rest of your life studying the viruses that caused the Raccoon City Destruction Incident and find a vaccine for any virus that could turn people to what the Raccoon citizens became. But for now, you are currently taking up your one year internship.

It was a regular day at the hospital, nothing out of the ordinary. You examined patients, spent your time in the laboratories, and conduct medical procedures along with other doctors. Soon, the mundane day of yours came to an end, or so you thought. As you were about to clock out, a fellow intern called for you.

“Hey [Y/N]! Wait up!” They said as they grabbed onto your shoulder, puffing out heavy breaths.

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” You asked in concern seeing that it was most probably urgent based on the face your colleague made.

“There’s someone out there asking for a CBC.”

“Okay and? You do it. Can’t you see I’m about to leave? I’m about to be overtime.” You replied feeling annoyed from being interrupted as you were about to leave.

“C’mon, do me a favour will ya? I’ll do your stool examinations for a week. Pleaseeeee…” your colleague said while giving you puppy eyes. You cringed at the sight of them and finally gave in to their request.

You rolled your eyes and gave an empty threat. “Fine, I’ll do it. You better stick to your word or else.”

They nodded their head ecstatically and hugged you before they left. “Ugh…” you thought to yourself. If you had just declined, you would’ve been home by now doing anything as long as you weren’t here in the hospital. You grabbed a folder and headed to the counter whilst keeping your head down.

“Hello, good evening, I heard you came in for a CBC?” You greeted.

“Yes, how long do I have to wait for you [Y/N]?” A familiar voice asked. You stopped fiddling with the folder and furrowed your brows. Where have you heard this voice before? Then, it clicked. It couldn’t be…

You looked up at the person opposite to you and met a pair of piercing blue eyes you know you’ve seen before. The tall frame, muscular build, dirty blonde hair. You couldn’t believe it. It was like staring at a ghost. The blood drained from your face as you step back in horror, refusing to believe that the Leon Scott Kennedy was standing right infront of you, alive.

“Woah, hey, are you okay?” Leon asked as he held his hands out.

“Am I okay…? Okay?! I thought you died?!” You screamed which caught the attention of other hospital staff and patients. You look around and apologized and looked back at Leon. “Look, I’ll do your CBC. But you have explaining to do.”

“I know I do, I’m sorry [Y/N]…” Leon apologized and looked down, feeling ashamed from being away from you all these years and suddenly popping out of nowhere.

You scoff and led Leon to a room to extract a sample of his blood. He took off his jacket revealing his more muscular figure. He looked different now. His eyes were as captivating as ever, but it lost its shine. You didn’t want to pry now, but if he escaped the incident back at Raccoon City, he must’ve seen some fucked up shit. You grab the tourniquet and start to tie it around his arm.

“Tell me if it feels too tight.” You instructed Leon and he nodded in response. “Is this alright?” you ask to which he nodded again in response. You start feeling around his arm trying to locate a vein. Your touch sent shivers down Leon’s spine, painting him a shade of pink. You'd almost miss it if his long hair blocked his face. You chuckled at the sight of Leon, “I’m barely doing anything. Did you miss me that much?” you teased.

“You have no idea.” He replied smiling.

Once you’ve located the vein, you did the standard procedure and in a blink of an eye you had a sample of his blood. You took of the tourniquet off his arm and patched him up. He stood up from the seat and put his jacket back on. The silence was deafening, as an attempt to break the ice, you asked, “So… Why do you need the CBC?”

“Just an excuse to see you to be honest.”

You quickly turned to face him, “Are you crazy?” you spat.

“Borderline. It’d be nice to know if I’m healthy or not though.”

“You wasted my time and equipment Leon.” You said while crossing your arms.

“Okay, okay, I’m kidding. I need it to update my health information for the government.”

“Hmm, okay. Do you want the results now or tomorrow?”

“It can wait. Come on, let’s head out now. My treat.”

“Don’t rush me!”

You finish up whatever’s left to do and finally clock out. You and Leon left the hospital and walked up to the parking lot.

“Here, put this on.” He tossed you a helmet and wore his as he started his motorbike. You put on the helmet and sat behind him.

“Hold on tight ‘kay?” You barely held onto Leon, still feeling off. He sped up on the road which made you nervous. Leon felt that you weren’t holding on properly and suddenly stopped, making you jerk forward and wrap your arms around his torso. “I told you to hold on tight didn’t I?” He smirked at you and you rolled your eyes at him. “Won’t say I told you so.” He said his final warning and revved the bike.

The streets were almost empty which gave Leon the opportunity to drive faster. This made you hold onto him tighter and Leon smiled at this under his helmet. “Not a fan of thrill rides huh?” You could barely hear Leon over the sound of the wind going past you. “I swear to God Leon, if you speed u—“ Before you could even finish, he drove even faster. You had a strong grip on Leon at this point and you could hear his muffled laughing.

Sooner or later, you arrived at a hotel where Leon was staying for the meantime. He parked his motorbike and the two of you got off. You punched Leon hard on the arm you took the blood sample from.

“Ow! What the fuck?” he said laughing.

“I hate you.” You said to him with a straight face.

“Aw, cute. You know you could never hate me. Even from the grave.”

“Haha, very funny Leon.” You said sarcastically.

The both of you walked into the hotel and entered the restaurant inside it. You both sat down and ordered food. And while waiting, Leon finally tells you about what happened four years ago.

“I want the truth Leon.” You demanded.

“Okay, please, keep an open mind alright?” You nodded in response and Leon recounts the events of the Raccoon City incident. You listened to him intently. It was hard to imagine him go through all of that. You were feeling thankful though that he is still safe and sound now.

“My parents, Leon? Do you know what happened to them?” you asked desperately wanting an answer. He shook his head and said “I’m sorry, but I don’t know. I really am sorry I didn’t save them…” You muttered a small “Oh…” and reassured Leon that it was okay. “I just wish I called them a bit more often… I think they were worried about me even up until their death…” You say quietly.

“[Y/N]… You are their only daughter, of course they cared. I’m sure they’re glad to know that your strong, healthy, and most importantly, you're safe now.” Leon said while holding your hand. You felt a tear run down your face and Leon used his other hand to wipe it off. He kept his hand on your cheek and gently caressed it. “I’m so sorry for the way things ended Leon… I didn’t want to… But—“ you were cut off by Leon.

“It’s okay… I forgive you [Y/N].”

“But I don’t forgive myself! There wasn’t a single day where I didn’t long for your presence by my side. I wanted you near me again.”

“I felt the same way too....”

No other words were said. You looked into each other’s eyes and reignited a spark that you thought died a long time ago. The moment was short but it felt longer than that. Too bad it was actually cut short by the waiter that brought you your food. You grinned from ear to ear and Leon let out a laugh. The both of you enjoyed the fine dining and soon you escorted him to his room.

“I’ll… be off now…” you said awkwardly to Leon while he stood leaning on the door frame.

“Do you really have to leave? It’s late at night. Stay with me for the night. It’s not safe out there.”

“Leon…”

“For old times sake…” Leon pleaded. He moved closer to you, grabbing your waist and leaning into your ear. “…Please?” he whispered.

You look at Leon, heat running through your body. He was a burning candle, and you were a moth that just couldn’t resist. Your lips crashed onto his and he slammed the door shut behind you. The both of you make it to the bed and swiftly take off each other clothes and threw it to the bedroom floor. Leon sat upright, back on the bedframe, while you were on top of him. You grinded on him slowly making him groan.

“Fuck, you don’t know how much I’ve missed this.” Leon breathed.

“Tell me Leon… How much did you miss me?” You said as you run your hands through his hair, tugging at it. You teased him, running your wet cunt along his hard dick. Leon breathed even heavier, you could feel his dick twitch as it longed to be in you.

"I'd think of you, when I touch myself... I missed you touching me, making you screaming my name, being inside you. I missed it all. Please, let me fuck you..." Leon begged. You held yourself up and positioned his dick under you.

You and Leon both moaned when he entered you. It took some time for you to adjust to Leon again. "So tight... You haven't been fucking anyone else have you?" He asked. You shook your head and he started thrusting into you, catching you off guard. You moaned and whimpered from Leon suddenly fucking you.

"Come on baby, use your words." he demanded.

You tried to speak but your words were slurred. "O-only... you... Leon. I've only f-fucked you..."

"Mhm, that's right. You're mine, got that? And I'll make sure people know that." Leon sucked onto your neck leaving hickeys on it, marking what's his.

He quickened his pace leaving you a moaning mess. Sounds of skin slapping against each other echoing in the room. You moaned his name over and over again like a prayer. As you feel your climax coming, your walls tightening around Leon's dick. He moaned your name into your ear. "You feel so fucking good baby."

"Leon, I'm close..." You managed to get the words out of your mouth. "Cum for me baby." Leon said as his thrusts get sloppier and rougher. A scream escaped your lips as you came. Leon finished inside you making sure every bit of cum filled you to the brim.

Leon looked at you and cupped your cheek. "Why don't we make up for lost time?"

The sunlight peaked through the gaps of the curtains and you find yourself in bed beside Leon as he sleeps peacefully. You admire Leon's beauty for a little while and brushed his hair to the side. His eyes flutter open and he greeted you in a raspy voice.

"Good morning love, did you sleep well?"

"Like a baby." You replied.

"Mhm, that's good. Come closer."

You move closer to Leon and lay on his chest. "There's something I didn't tell you last night." he said and you could hear his heart beat faster.

"Tell me..."

"I was recruited by the USSTRATCOM shortly after the incident at Raccoon City, and I'm a government agent now. These past 4 years, I've been training intensely. And in a few days, I'll be leaving for North America to my next mission."

You lay in silence, taking in the words Leon had just said.

"Say something please, [Y/N]..." Leon pleaded.

"Do you... want us to get back together, Leon? I want you to be realistic. If you're an agent, who goes on missions that you could possibly never return from, would you really want to be tied down to me?" You asked.

"I do want us back. God knows how much I want us back together. And I don't care about all that mission shit. I will return from every mission just for you."

"Are you sure Leon? Because this time, I'm willing to stay. I've lost you once, and I'm not making the same mistake again."

"I'm always sure when it comes to you. We'll make it work this time, I promise. I love you [Y/N]..."

"I love you too Leon." Those words coming out your mouth after years of longing for him gave you a feeling of euphoria and nostalgia all at once. Who knew that this time around, we'd fall right back into each other's arms.

[onestormeynight]

It Was A Normal Day

"You did not, Nellie!"

"I did, that's why I wasn't in class the last hour!"

"Stop lying, I don't like it."

"I'm NOT, Ida!"

"Girls, stop, what happened?" Rosie asked, grabbing their attention.

"Nellie wasn't in the last hour of class yesterday and she won't tell me why!"

"I DID tell her why, Mom, she doesn't believe me!"

"Okay, how about you tell me, then?"

Nellie sighed and ate her last bite of toast and eggs. "It was recess and I heard Antella calling Ida a four-eyes behind her back to her stupid friends. I didn't like that, so I told her so. She said it again, so I said better four eyes than blind to how wretched you are. She said she didn't care and then they started chanting four-eyes, four-eyes, four-eyes." She stopped and tapped her fork a few times.

"And?" Rosie said, prompting her daughter to continue, afraid of where this was going.

"I punched her in the face. And then I pulled her hair. I may have kicked her when teacher pulled me off, but that was an accident, Mom, I promise. I didn't mean to kick her."

"Oh, you just meant to fight your classmate?"

"Well, yeah."

Rosie tried, she really did, not to laugh, but she couldn't help it. Her daughter, terrified of leaving the house because she might get hurt, had no problems socking another child in the face over her sister. Rosie couldn't believe it.

"And no one called me?" She finally choked out. "Nellie, you can't hit other kids, even if they're being mean. It's not right. Violence doesn't solve your problems. Sometimes people are just mean, it's best to ignore them or tell an adult if it's really bad."

"You hit that mean old lady at the pool."

Rosie paled. "Oh. So you did see that."

Both twins nodded. "It was very loud," Ida said.

And I'd do it again, she thought.

"Mommies mess up sometimes, girls. I'm not perfect. That was not right on my part. I wish you hadn't seen that."

"Seen what?" Robin asked, kissing his wife on the cheek and sitting at the table. "What happened?"

"The girls witnessed me hitting Lily, and Nellie here took that to mean she can hit her classmates. Did you know about this?"

"Oh, yeah, they called yesterday. I told them to just put her in detention for the rest of the day and we'd handle it at home."

"But you never told me."

Robin shrugged. "You were in work mode and I'd handled it. We talked about it, didn't we, Nellie?"

Nellie nodded. "We don't start fights. We just finish them."

Rosie rubbed her face. "No fighting. Period. What are you looking at, Nellie?"

"My grandmas. Grandma Blair is so pretty. Grandma Penny, too." She looked at Rosie over her shoulder. "Can you tell us about Grandma Blair tonight?"

Rosie had to cough past a lump in her throat. "Of course, Lovey. Tonight. But right now, both of you need to get dressed and work on your homework. C'mon. Move."

While the girls worked on their homework, Rosie had made a special trip to Bhoarders to purchase a gift for Nellie. Not to reward her for poor behavior, of course, but she hoped that this would allow her to channel all of those big feelings she had into a more productive outlet.

"Nellie? Come here, Lovey. I have something for you."

"This is for you," Rosie said. "Listen, I know you have strong feelings and it can be hard to know where to put those or what to do with them. You know how Mommy writes?"

"Yes?"

"I want you to try it, too. Here."

Nellie carefully opened the package and her face lit up. Inside was a new pink notebook and a special pen with Nellie's name on it. She pulled out the notebook and flipped the blank pages, enjoying the scent of a clean notebook wafting into her nose.

"Anytime your feelings are really big, I want you to try writing it down in here. No one will read it. It's just for you. Be honest in it and I think it will help you."

"Thank you, Mom."

Sam came over shortly after. Rosie was surprised as he hadn't called to say he would be visiting. It wasn't out of the ordinary, but it did let her know something was off.

"Sam? What's going on?" She said. "If I'd known you were coming I would have made something, I've only got left overs right now."

"I'm not much in the mood for eating, Roz," he said.

"What happened?"

"It's Dad. He's...gone."

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[be-steddie-myheart]

Steddie but they met when they were kids and stayed best friends (and eventually gay bois) through highschool and anyone that dared to mess with eddie got their teeth knocked in by steve

****Content Warning for the Q word****

Steve is 5 years old and wearing his new shoes and carrying his new lunch box into the first day of his kindergarten class, hoping to find someone he can be friends with. The teacher, Ms. Smith, kneels down in front of Steve.

“You must be Mr. Harrington,” Steve giggles at being called mister like his father, “come on I’ll show you where I’ve sat you, Steve.” She smiles sweetly at him and leads him to a two person table. Steve decides he likes her warmth.

“Steve, this is Eddie. Eddie, this is Steve. Your desk mate.” Then, she’s off to help other students find their seats.

Steve slides into his seat and sets his plain blue lunch box on the table.

“Your lunchbox goes in your cubby you know.” The boy named Eddie says.

“Oh. I didnt know we had cubbies. I dont even know where they are.”

“Come on, I’ll show you. I’m Eddie and I’m six, by the way. I have a late birthday so I’m the oldest kid in class. I’ll take you to the cubbies.” Eddie gets up from his seat and waits for Steve to stand and follow him. “I can even find your cubby for you because I can read a lot of words, Steve. My uncle has lots of books for me and I love to read them, I get to hang out with my Uncle a lot and we read together. Heres your cubby!” Eddie points to an open space labeled ‘Steve’

“Thanks Eddie, I can read too you know! Some words at least.” Steve says, a little defeated that he’s apparently desk mates with the smartest kid in class. And he’s older too. Steve decides then that Eddie is probably going to be the coolest person he ever meets. They walk back to their table together and Steve sees that Eddie is working on a drawing of a knight fighting a dragon.

“Thats pretty cool Eddie, I like your drawing.” Steve says.

“Thanks, I cant wait until I know how to draw real people and not just stick people. I’m the knight. I can put you in the castle so I’m fighting the dragon to save you!”

Steve gets excited that Eddie wants to add him to his drawing, but hes a little confused, “Isnt the knight supposed to be saving the princess?” he asks.

“I guess so, but I can save who ever I want, right? Besides I’m not friends with any girls, but I’m friends with you, so I’ll save you.” Eddie says like its a fact. A fact that he and Steve are friends. Steve likes that fact. Eddie and Steve spend the next few hours sitting next to each other and listening to Ms. Smith teach the class all about how fun kindergarten is going to be. After lunch, at recess, Eddie and Steve take turns pushing each other on a swing. Steve thinks this is the most fun he’s ever had.

Its the first day of 6th grade. Eddie is looking around for Steve when he spots him over by Tommy H, holding hands with some girl he met over the summer. Eddie didnt understand it but when Steve and this girl started talking, he got a little jealous. Maybe he was just scared he was gonna lose his best friend.

“Eddie! Over here!” Steve yelled from his spot, smiling wildly at him.

“Who is that?” Tommy H asked, meanly. “He looks weird, dude.”

Eddie heard him as he walked up, trying not to look hurt as Steve rounded on Tommy. His voice was stern when he spoke.

“That’s my best friend, and hes not weird. His name is Eddie.”

Tommy didnt seem to agree with Steve, but he nodded at Eddie nonetheless.

“Eddie, you remember my girlfriend Melissa from this summer right?” Steve spoke so proudly that Eddie tried so hard to be happy for him, but he found it difficult for some reason. He smiled at Melissa as he pushed the lump in his throat all the way down.

Steve got more popular as the year went on, eventually breaking up with Melissa after kissing her by the bleachers. He started hanging around Kelsey. The same feeling bubbled up in Eddies throat. There were two more girls after Kelsey so Eddie decided he didnt need to get attached to anyone Steve called his girlfriend.

It’s the Summer before eighth grade and Steve has kissed more people than Eddie can count. They’re sitting in Eddies room, Steve sprawled out on the bed, Eddie sitting up against it playing with the guitar his uncle had gotten him that Christmas.

“Havent you had your first kiss yet, Eddie?” Steve wondered out loud.

“No one wants to kiss the freak, Stevie.” Eddie joked back. As Steve grew more popular, Eddie grew more unpopular. People started calling him weird and a freak because he liked heavy music and playing fantasy games and the color black. It made Steve mad to the point of a couple physical altercations here and there when Eddie was on the receiving end of someones bigotry, but he never swayed from Eddies side. Eddie was figuring more things out about himself around now and he was thinking he probably didnt wanna kiss a girl, ever. He was scared to let Steve in on it because he didnt know how he would respond. He couldn’t lose Steve.

It was the Summer before Ninth grade that Eddie took a big jump and tested the waters around Steve.

They were in Steve’s pool, floating around on their backs and talking about nothing in particular when Eddie decided to go for it, “Have you ever thought about kissing a guy, Steve?”

Steve was quiet for a moment and it felt like years before he spoke again. Eddie could barely breathe, his heart hammering in his chest and he was so sure Steve was going to call him names and kick him out of his pool, his house, his life. Names that everyone else called him that meant to hurt his feelings.

“I dont think so, Eds. I like kissing girls. What about you? Have you thought about kissing boys?” Steve spoke carefully, like he was around a scared animal. Steve thought maybe he knew what Eddie was getting at and he was prepared to let him know that nothing would change the fact that he was his best friend for life.

“Me? No. No I was just wondering. Cause ya know, you kiss so many girls, I just didnt know if you thought about the other way too.” Eddie said, trying to sound calm.

“Can you like kissing both?” Steve asked.

“Maybe not.” Eddie whispered. He knew know he didnt want to kiss a girl, he wanted to kiss Steve.

It was 10th grade when Steve and Eddie caught Ben spray painting a mean word on Eddies locker. Steve chased him down the hallway and when he finally caught up to him, he punched him. He broke his nose, got suspended. Ben didnt get in trouble though, he just had to clean off Eddies locker.

It was the Summer before 11th grade when Eddie and Steve were at the mall. They were complete opposites in every way. Steve dressed in different colored polos and always had light blue jeans on. Eddie always had some worn out band tee on and black pants, usually shredded at the knee. Steve was at the height of his popularity and he still hung out with Eddie. He still protected Eddie.

Eddie thought maybe it would be easier if him and Steve weren’t friends. They were having that difficult conversation now, over some milkshakes from an ice cream shop.

“I just think we’re too different now. I’m holding you back from being the ‘King’ more than you already are.” Eddie said plainly.

Steve made a face. “Please, don’t call me that. You’re the only one in my life who doesn’t call me that and that’s one thing I love about you.”

Eddie felt his heart tighten up. Love.

“You’re getting in a fight like every other week because of me, and I’m sorry to say, Stevie — you’re not that great at fighting.”

“Eddie I would fight someone everyday if it meant you stayed my best friend.”

A balled up piece of paper hit Eddie in the side of the head. Steve opened it, his face darkening as he read the words. He stood up and immediately walked over to the guy who threw it, dropping the note by Eddie’s feet.

There was a little bit of arguing back and forth and the guy pushed Steve back a little bit, which prompted Steve to punch him in the face. Before he could get hit back, he ran towards Eddie, grabbed his shoulder and they both took off, laughing like maniacs. Eddie stashed the note in his pocket and looked at it later that night.

GET OUT OF HERE QUEER

It was 11th grade when Eddie realized his crush on Steve was never going to go away. The more Steve stood up for him and protected him, the more he found himself enamored with him. Steve had dragged Eddie to a party and Eddie was going to get really drunk, kiss Steve and then either blame it on the alcohol if it went bad or congratulate the alcohol if it went good. He really hoped it went well.

Later that night and Eddie was sufficiently drunk. A bunch of people, including Eddie and Steve, were playing seven minutes in heaven. Steve spun the bottle and by the grace of a god Eddie didnt even believe in, it pointed toward Eddie. Tommy coughed, queer. Steve told him to shut the fuck up.

“Well rules are rules Munson, so lets just go hang out for seven minutes.” Steve smiled.

Eddie followed him, and his entire body felt numb. Steve shut the door behind him and went to face Eddie to joke about their luck when Eddie took his chance and kissed Steve. Eddie recoiled quickly, waiting for the punch he knew was coming. Sure, Steve stood up for him but he’d never let a guy get away with kissing him.

“Eddie…” Steve took a step forward and Eddie stepped back.

“No, I’m sorry Steve. I shouldnt have done that. That was out of line. I’ll leave.”

Steve tried to call after him but Eddie kept going.

Eddie seriously contemplated moving out of town when he realized he had to go to school on Monday. He avoided Steve all weekend. Even when he came to the trailer knocking on the door. He had Wayne tell him he was out.

Eddie was at his locker Monday morning and a note fell out when he opened it.

please meet me by the bleachers after school

-steve

Eddie felt like his heart could fall out of his body. He was so scared. He avoided everything and everyone all day long. It just felt like people were staring. He decided to meet Steve at the bleachers, but he wasnt prepared for what he saw.

Steve had a black eye and a busted lip. He must have saw the concern on Eddies face because Steve laughed. “Seriously, you should see the other guy.”

“What the hell happened Steve?”

“When you ran out of the room at the party people started saying you kissed me and ran. That didnt bother me, it was when they started calling you that word. I hate that word. I punched Michael Miller for it and he hit back. It turned into a whole fight. I think I knocked a couple teeth of his out though.” Steve huffed a laugh.

“I’m so sorry Steve, I really am. I shouldnt have done that.”

“Stop apologizing Eddie, it’s okay. You know you’ll always be my best friend.”

It was 12th grade when Steve asked Eddie if he could kiss him. They were spending the night in the woods and Steve had been drinking so Eddie thought it was a joke.

“You’re drunk, Stevie.”

“So were you and you knew you wanted to kiss me”

“I wanna kiss you when I’m not drunk, Steve.” Eddie mumbled. It was quiet for a moment.

“I do too, Eddie. I’ve been thinking that… maybe liking kissing both is okay. It’s also okay to only wanna kiss one, but I do wanna kiss you Ed. Ever since you kissed me at the party.”

It was 12th grade when Steve and Eddie kissed each other. It was the next morning when Steve kissed him again, sober, so Eddie knew he was serious.

[morningstar27]

Chameleon x FEM reader(chief)ptn

A knock on the door was heard as you stop doing your paperworks and look at the door.

"Come in"

The door opens revealing nightingale as she was looking at you and you did as well.

"Chief, sinner chameleon has requested for your presence...again"

"..how many did she request for the past week?"

"...14 requests.."

You sigh as you lean on your chair and think for a moment if you should finally visit her or not.

"It is alright to refuse her..after all, sinner chameleon is an A class sinner and her power is too dangerous for you to be near her"

"....no need, I'll approve this request and visit her so that she can stop sending some request"

You said and stood up from your desk as you started walking through the door and looked at nightingale.

"You can watch me from the cctv on her cell if things went south"

"... Understood chief but still please be careful"

You only nod as you went to find chameleon's cellar. Few minutes went by, you were now Infront of her cellar as you open it and you can already see chameleon sitting while her legs are crossed as she was holding her pocket watch.

She then turn her gaze at you and smiled while she close her pocket watch.

"Chief, you finally approve my request to see you"

"You can't stop putting on request to see me.."

You said as you went inside her cell and stood infront of her.

"Why do you want to see me?"

"Hmm~"

"Chameleon if your here just to satisfy your amusement then I will leave since I still have works to do in my desk"

"Oh but chief I requested you here because this is very important~"

"Then what is it that you badly want to see me in person?"

She just grin as she stood up and started circling around you as she hum and slid her fingers through your hair.

"How long is it since we have this kind of conversation?"

"..I don't quite remember"

"Hmm~ well you are a busy person chief so you forgot things very quickly.."

She then lean close to your ear as she rest her hand on your shoulder while you can feel her hot breathe on your ear.

"But it has been long since you've been.. hypnotized and is trapped by a dream as well~"

You sigh as you gently took off her hand on your shoulder.

"You can't possibly hypnotized me as I am still awake..not to mention our conversation isn't that long"

You then let go of her hand as you cross your arms while she just smirks when she notice you aren't wearing your coat and was just on your polo shirt and turtle neck long sleeve.

"I still have something to do chameleon now if you excuse me as I need to get back to work-"

"Oh? How can you be so sure your not trap In a dream?"

She ask while smirking as you looked at her while furrowing your brows slightly.

"Like I said I am still awake and we barely had conversations"

"Oh chief, you underestimated me~"

She hum while you started to become nervous and almost convinced that you are trapped in a dream.

"You do know we have a cctv here, they won't hesitate to give you a punishment when you started using your power against me...again"

"Ah well don't worry chief~ I only use it because I need..no I want you"

"...I don't understand.."

Chameleon then lean close to your ear once again as she lay her hand on your chest.

"I want you to satisfy me~"

You became quiet as she started giggling.

"If you want to get out of this dream..you need to satisfy me chief~"

"....."

"I'll take that as a yes"

She suddenly push you and made you sit as she started sliding her fingers through your neck up to your chin.

"I have been hearing rumours..."

"Rumours?"

You asked as she slowly sat on your lap while you swallow a lump on your throat as she lean on you more and rest her hands on your shoulders.

"Rumours that you do this kind of thing to other sinners as well"

You gulp once again as she smirks and whispers.

"So it is true?"

She suddenly lick your earlobes which made you flinch a little on the sudden wet sensation on your ear as she started nibbling on it.

Her hands started sliding down to your shirt as she started unbuttoning the top buttons.

"It's good that you didn't wear your coat but this is still troublesome for me to undress you.."

"A-are you really gonna do this while the cctv is still on?"

"Ah but chief does this make you feel something when someone is watching?"

"..not in a slightest"

You tried calling nightingale as you were about to tell her to turn off the cctv but then chameleon started pulling down your turtle neck and nibbled on your neck.

"Enjoy this moment chief~"

"I..need to-..ngh~.. tell nightingale to turn off the cctv as this is.. embarrassing when someone is watching-..hahn~"

"I can assure you, they are hypnotized"

"Huh but.."

"Like I told you chief, do not underestimate me~"

She pulled away as she licked your lips before kissing you passionately while you squinted your eyes as she slid her tongue inside your mouth.

She explored it while smirking as she saw your expression which made her amuse more.

She pulled away while saliva still connects between your lips.

"Now, let's see if you can make me moan in pleasure like what you do to other sinners~"

~~~

You slowly woke up as you groaned and held your head. You look around as you were still in chameleon's cell and you saw her just looking at you while smiling.

"You finally woke up, chief~ how was your sleep?"

"Sleep?.."

"I told you, you're in a deep slumber because I have hypnotized you again~"

"....."

"Now tell me what did you see in your dreams?~"

You became flustered as you started standing up and composed yourself.

"N-nothing important.."

"Is that so?"

"Yes...I appreciate the little sleep but I need to get back now"

You started leaving her cell as she just watches you leave having that smirk on her face.

"And I appreciate those.. pleasure you gave me...chief~"

She said as she hid the bite marks on her neck with her hair.

You went back to your office while feeling your head quite dizzy and you seemed pretty tired even though chameleon used her power to hypnotize you and made you sleep in deep slumber.

Just then you hear a voice which is nightingale as you turn your gaze at her.

"Chief, I'm glad you came back alright"

"Why do you say that?"

"Well.. actually..I don't quite remember what happened and the only thing I remember is when you finally went out of sinner chameleon's cellar"

"..I see"

"Maybe I just had a lot in my mind chief, I'm glad she didn't do anything"

"..yeah"

"Ah chief..your shirt is a mess.."

She pointed your shirt while you looked and saw some of the buttons at the top were unbuttons as you started buttoning it but it made you suspicious.

Though you shrug it off as you went back to your desk and started working not noticing the red marks on your neck since your turtle neck long sleeve is covering it.

[doctorbrown]

DOCTOBER '23 ⸺ 「 23 / 31 * NOSTALGIA 」

December 7, 1985

❝Can you believe it's been twenty-seven years already since we got married, George?❞ Lorraine says, smiling as George wraps his arms around her from behind. He leans in and whispers something in her ear that paints her face a bright shade of red and has her giggling like a schoolgirl. Lorraine swats at George's hand half-heartedly, but her eyes are twinkling with the knowledge passed between them in their silent conversation.

Marty quickly looks away from his parents to look at Dave, at Linda, at the faint coffee stain on the couch—anywhere but there. Linda rolls her eyes, shrugs at Marty, and leans in toward her little brother to whisper, ❝You and Jennifer better not be this bad when you get to be Mom and Dad's age.❞

❝How time flies,❞ George says wistfully, ❝but these have been the best years of my life. I married the woman of my dreams, I have my family... You know, I was actually looking through some of our old stuff and you'll never guess what I found tossed in with the photo albums—our old yearbooks!❞

❝Our yearbooks? Oh, I haven't thought about those things in years.❞ Lorraine sighs, leaning back into George. ❝Speaking of high school, George, you remember Calvin?❞

Marty snaps straight to attention as Lorraine makes a noise he can't quite place. At his sides, Linda and Dave both groan in preparation for a story they've heard so many times they could recite it verbatim.

A lump the size of a baseball forms in Marty's throat and he feels the tension mounting in his shoulders as he pulls them tighter, willing to the powers-that-be that his parents change the topic or the power goes out. The lights don't even flicker and his silent pleas once again go unanswered.

He grabs his soda from the table.

❝Calvin. Now there's a name I haven't heard in a while. I wonder what happened to him. He disappeared after the dance; didn't his uncle say he went back to New York?❞

They talked to Doc? Marty chokes on his drink and Linda whips her head around, her face scrunched up in a mix of concern and annoyance. ❝You forget how to drink?❞ He waves a hand at the four pairs of eyes now trained on him to say I'm fine, ignore me. Dave pats him gently on the knee.

❝He must have been one of the strangest people I ever met,❞ George continues, humming softly. ❝Always saying weird things, didn't quite fit in—❞

❝But he was so handsome,❞ Lorraine muses, and Marty feels his stomach flip. This is all still too fresh in his mind for them to be talking about this and he fights the urge to cover his mouth when he starts feeling nauseous for fear that they'll somehow put two-and-two together.

Dave's brows furrows as he asks if Marty's feeling alright and he diverts the question with a hurried nod.

❝Mm, he was an attractive guy, wasn't he?❞ Marty's eyes widen as the realisation sets in.

❝I'll never forget his advice to me: you can accomplish anything if you put your mind to it. It's what I've been teaching you kids since you were little. It's all because of him I had the courage to stand up to Biff that night.❞

Lorraine smiles. ❝You were amazing, George. It was the most heroic thing anyone had ever done for me.❞

Linda groans. ❝We know, Mom, we know. And then Calvin Klein played at the Enchantment Under the Sea dance where you kissed for the first time and fell madly in love, Dad became super popular at school and became class president, and you lived happily ever after.❞

❝Why don't I go grab one of them? I think there's even a picture or two of Calvin in there. Have we ever shown you those photos, kids?❞

Marty shoots up off the couch like a rocket as his heart slams into his ribcage. ❝Shit, uh, I just remembered I was supposed to help Doc with something; I gotta go!❞

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

birthday countdown 2024, day 3: timer au snippet

the birthday countdown continues with another snippet that has nothing to do with clown pirates! (this one is anime-adjacent, though.) i’ve vagueposted about this fic enough times, i might as well see if anyone would be interested in actually reading it. mob psycho friends, for you today i have a bit of serizawa pov on a serirei soulmate timer au (based more heavily on the worldbuilding in the TiMER movie than most aus of this type) that i’ve been poking at for a year or two; this section features a lot of classmate OCs and absolutely no reigen, but i hope you like it anyway:

“Inoue, Ishii—you young people should have the opportunity to live as you please.”  The housewives joined in, and soon enough cash had been pooled to pay for both young people to get a TiMER.  In the face of such encouragement they had to agree, and soon Ishii was looking up the closest TiMER store open this late into the evening, while Inoue begged others to join them. “If it’s just the two of us, they’ll think we’re dating and hoping for one of those thirty-second matches,” he said with wide-eyed horror.  “I couldn’t bear the pressure!  Please,” he turned on Nakamura, “don’t you want the satisfaction of knowing your shitty ex never deserved you?”  Glancing between Serizawa and two of the ex-cons who’d agreed with his priorities, Inoue said, “Even if you don’t want to seek them out just yet, don’t you think your soulmate has the right to know that you exist?” Serizawa swallowed around a lump in his throat.  He thought, suddenly, of Reigen, who didn’t date, who didn’t talk about exes… who was, in an understated way, quite lonely.  Serizawa had never looked close enough at his wrist on the rare occasion it was bare to notice whether his TiMER was blank or counting down, but he suddenly felt certain that Reigen was one of those blank-faced masses, waiting for someone, somewhere, to think, I want to meet you.  I want to love you someday.

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Thinking back, it all only happened because Serizawa’s civics teacher left her dinner at home one night.

The teacher was a few minutes into the night's lecture on the impact of foreign nations on the economy when her son knocked at the door with a furoshiki-wrapped bento in hand.  She was embarrassed, some of Serizawa’s classmates were teasing her, her son was really eating it up… it was a sweet moment.  The sort of thing that made Serizawa glad he’d decided to go for his high school equivalency through courses rather than cram school.

Then the teacher’s son bowed, gave them all his best wishes, and cast his eyes across the room as he made his way to leave.

BI-BI-BEEP.  BI-BI-BEEP.  BI-BI-BEEP.

A handful of students gasped, but most of the room went silent as the teacher’s son and a student in her twenties seated near the back of the room startled and checked their wrists.  Even Serizawa found himself craning his neck, trying to get a closer look.  An excited energy filled the room as the pair gave each other a curious second look.

“Really now,” Serizawa’s teacher tsked, glancing over her son’s shoulder.  “I’m never going to get the class to stay on task after that.” She waved a hand dismissively at the lot of them. “Oh, go on, there’s no point in me trying to restore order.  We can afford to lose one class to a bit of celebrating.

“Besides,” she added as people started to cheer, get up, and start gossiping in earnest, “it’s not every day my son meets the love of his life.” Pinching her son’s blushing cheek, she pushed him towards the girl in question and sat down to crack open her bento.

The class broadly split into three groups, after the initial uproar: those who had met their match, those who hadn’t yet, and those who didn’t have a TiMER.  The ones who had were comparing meet-cutes—though to Serizawa’s inexpert ear, they all sounded basically the same: I was in a place, so were they, our eyes met, BI-BI-BEEP.  The ones who hadn’t yet sat with their wrists shown off, comparing countdown times or bemoaning their foolish soulmate who, for whatever reason, had yet to get a TiMER installed.  The last group, the smallest by far, primarily consisted of people who had already been married when TiMERs came on the market, fifteen years or so ago.  Serizawa didn’t meet that criteria exactly, but he’d certainly been… unavailable at the time.  A couple other classmates—divorcées, ex-cons, the boy everyone assumed had been raised in a doomsday cult—were in the same boat, and the mood of the room had them talking about why.

“At this point in my life it would show a lack of faith in my husband,” said one housewife, to nods and murmurs from several others.  “I made a promise to him, and getting a TiMER would tell him I value the possibility of love over that commitment.”

“Besides,” said another, “what if you both got one and immediately matched with each other?  What a waste of time!”

“And money!  Even with the government subsidizing the cost, and offering that big tax credit if you marry and have a child with your match, a TiMER is pretty pricey.”

“That’s why I haven’t gotten one,” one of the younger students in their class—Ishii, who’d been orphaned at a young age and left school to fend for herself at fifteen—confessed. “I just can’t afford it, especially not if I have to wait years to find my match and get that tax credit.”  The doomsday cult boy, Inoue, nodded knowingly.  The housewives made a lot of consoling sounds.

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate what TiMERs mean for the young people,” said Hayashi, a man in his mid-fifties, as he contemplated his bare wrist. “Thanks to the government’s eagerness to encourage the population to be fruitful, and the discrimination lawsuits from people who’d gotten a TiMER in good faith but turned out to have a same-sex match and thus wouldn’t get any of the benefits they’d been promised, we have same-sex marriage in this country, however limited.” He fidgeted with a gleaming gold ring. “But I was already in my Kenji’s koseki by then, and we didn’t want children.  So there's no benefit to us… and if I got a TiMER and it tried to tell me anyone but Kenji was the love of my life, I wouldn’t believe it.  So there’s no point in me getting one.”

“I’m… nearly the opposite, I suppose,” whispered Nakamura, a divorced woman in her late thirties, who was probably the classmate Serizawa admired most.  She’d left her husband under difficult circumstances with virtually no means of supporting herself, as she’d married quite young in lieu of completing her compulsory education.  Now she had plans for a business of her own, once she completed the necessary school equivalencies and got the appropriate licenses.  “I’m afraid a TiMER will tell me I should still be with my ex-husband.”  This earned her cries of disbelief from the housewives.  “I know it’s foolish, surely a person’s soulmate wouldn’t treat them the way that man treated me, but… the way he made me feel when I was young… I still worry.”

Serizawa made a sympathetic sound, flushing a little when he realized he’d drawn the attention of the group to himself.  “Ah… I suppose I haven’t given it much thought,” he said, feeling a bit foolish.  Would it be pathetic to admit he didn’t see the point?  That he’d never even had so much as a crush before, and probably wouldn't know what love felt like without someone telling him? “With everything else I needed to do to reintegrate into society, love just… hasn’t been a priority.”  A few of the ex-cons nodded, understanding.

“If you don’t make love a priority, it won’t be one,” Hayashi said knowingly.

“There are other things worth prioritizing,” Nakamura said, though her smile was a little sad at the edges.

“Yeah, but…” Ishii sighed, resting her chin in her hand and staring off into the distance.  “It would be kinda nice, wouldn’t it?  To know there’s someone out there, waiting for you?”

“Or think of it from their point of view,” Inoue added, looking fretful.  “If your soulmate went the normal route, and got a TiMER when they turned 20, it’s been blank all this time.  They’ve been waiting for you.  Isn’t it cruel to keep them waiting any longer?”

That got the lot of them thinking, Serizawa included.  It was one thing to say well, I don’t know if this is important to me.  It was another to say to whoever it was out there, who had cared enough to spend real money on the possibility of love, you aren’t important to me.  That did seem a bit cruel.

“Mm,” Hayashi nodded to himself.  “That’s how they get you.  The poor, lonesome, blank-faced masses, waiting for you to fork over your hard-earned cash so you can save one of them from their cruel fate.” Inoue crumpled up a piece of paper and threw it at him, and he cackled.  “Far be it from me to tell you how to live your life, boy!  In fact, here,” and at this, Hayashi dug out his wallet and pulled out a couple large bills.  “Inoue, Ishii—you young people should have the opportunity to live as you please.”  The housewives joined in, and soon enough cash had been pooled to pay for both young people to get a TiMER.  In the face of such encouragement they had to agree, and soon Ishii was looking up the closest TiMER store open this late into the evening, while Inoue begged others to join them.

“If it’s just the two of us, they’ll think we’re dating and hoping for one of those thirty-second matches,” he said with wide-eyed horror.  “I couldn’t bear the pressure!  Please,” he turned on Nakamura, “don’t you want the satisfaction of knowing your shitty ex never deserved you?”  Glancing between Serizawa and two of the ex-cons who’d agreed with his priorities, Inoue said, “Even if you don’t want to seek them out just yet, don’t you think your soulmate has the right to know that you exist?”

Serizawa swallowed around a lump in his throat.  He thought, suddenly, of Reigen, who didn’t date, who didn’t talk about exes… who was, in an understated way, quite lonely.  Serizawa had never looked close enough at his wrist on the rare occasion it was bare to notice whether his TiMER was blank or counting down, but he suddenly felt certain that Reigen was one of those blank-faced masses, waiting for someone, somewhere, to think, I want to meet you.  I want to love you someday.

“Alright,” Ishii said, “I’ve found one that’s ten minutes from here and is open until nine.  How many shall I say are coming?”  Inoue, Nakamura, and the two ex-cons raised their hands.  After a moment, so did Serizawa.

Why not?  It was like Inoue had said—it wouldn’t happen right away.  He would have time to get used to the idea.

[thepearly-0ne]

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

The trio walked along the leaf-filled streets. It was autumn and that meant it was time for school. The one thing Manny was dreading. He had been trying not to talk about in hope that they would forget. But no, here they were, walking towards a little pre-school in town called Clayhill Preschool. Manny tried to keep a brave face, but everything about that school reminded him of his dad.

"Ok, here we are," said Harry, his monotone voice bearly showing his hidden excitement. Manny felt a lump in his throat.

I hope this is better than the past,

Manny thought to himself.

He looked at Harry with an anxious look. Harry looked at Robin.

"Well, don’t look at me," Robin said. "This was your idea, you were all like 'Hey, maybe we should take him to school,' when I told you that he would probably be scared. Next, we take him and now, look at him!"

They both knew from the look on his face that Manny was not into it. Manny took a deep breath and walked a couple more wobbly steps. The next thing he knew, he was right in front of the school. The other two followed him and stared up at the sign, too.

"Okay, have a good day at school," said Harry. Manny walked into the school. Then, the two dads went to a place that was fancy enough for two gay bois to get some grub.

The classroom looked good for a normal preschool, with paintings hung up everywhere and bright colors greeting everyone who went by. Toys and blankets in a big gold and blue chest sat right next to big bookshelves that were filled to the brim with books. Manny remembered the books that he read at home.

"Oh, hello," said a female voice. When Manny got a good look at her, he saw that she had messy, purple hair tied up in a ponytail, light blue skin, and a pink nose.

"H-hi," he mumbled, twiddling his thumbs a bit.

"My name is Mrs. Gibson and I am going to be your teacher for this school year. Now, if you follow me, I can show you where you will be sitting."

Manny wanted to follow her but his feet wouldn't budge. The teacher turned back at him and did a sympathetic smile. He watched as she offered a hand. Hesitantly, he took it and she brought him to the beanbag chairs. Some of the other kids had already found a spot to sit down and had started chatting amongst themselves. One of them had green skin and yellow hair. Another had blue skin and pink hair. Manny sat on a green beanbag chair and tried to talk with them. But they just got up and walked away.

"Don’t worry," soothed Mrs. Gibson. "They just don't know who you are, yet. Maybe just start with your name." Manny thought about that. Then he walked over to some other kids and they ran as well. Manny ran to a corner and sat there, looking melancholy. Mrs. Gibson saw that and walked over to him. She put a comforting hand on him and tried to cheer him up.

"Hey, it's oka—"

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!"

Tears were streaming down his face and got up and ran. His dad was right, he really was a loser. For crying in class. For not having any friends. For everything. He wandered the halls for a couple of hours until he got thirsty. Luckily there was a bathroom right where he stopped. He went in and just as he was about turn the faucet, he heard crying. After he drank a little bit of water, he looked outside to see a little wrench girl with a cute dress on putting both her claw-like hands on her face, crying. That reminded Manny of how he felt the first time he went there a couple hours ago.

"Hey, a-are you okay?" he asked. The little girl stopped crying and looked at him.

"M-my name is C-C-Claire," she said nervously. "A-And I-I'm scared b-because e-e-everyone was l-looking at m-me and I-I raised m-my hand t-to ask a-a question b-but I-I-I got t-too scared s-so I-I ran away."

"Well, Claire, how would you like to come and see my classroom?" Manny suggested, bringing his hand out. Claire looked at his face and then put her claw-like hand on his. They walked back into the classroom and Manny brought her to his green beanbag chair and luckily right next to it was a magenta beanbag chair. Mrs. Gibson walked into the room did a sigh of relief.

"Oh, there you are, Claire and Manny. I've been looking everywhere for you two. Where were you guys?" asked Mrs. Gibson.

"We met each other," they said in unison. Mrs. Gibson stared at the children, puzzled.

As the day flew by, the two kids became friends and even drew pictures of each other. At the end of the day, Harry and Robin came to pick Manny up.

"So, how was your first day of school?" Harry asked.

"IT WAS SO AMAZING! I MADE A FRIEND AND DREW A PICTURE OF HER AND IT WAS SO MUCH FUN!" Manny couldn't contain his excitement. He was just too happy!

"Woah, woah, slow down, kid. You can tell us eveything once we're home." said Harry. Manny then remembered that he forgot to say goodbye to her.

"I'LL BE RIGHT BACK!" Manny yelled. Then he ran over to Claire as she was just about to leave.

"Hey, Claire, I'm gonna go now, goodbye," said Manny. Claire looked at him and smiled. Then she hugged him. He was really confused for a moment, then hugged back. Then they let go and she left. As Manny walked back to his dads, he thought to himself:

Roy was wrong.