#anyways I don't have all the threads closed so if you have any ideas or suggestions for this au I'll love to hear them

[iamirhen]

The Midnight Suns rock Band AU literally nobody asked for.

Lore dump under the cut.

The AU in which Robbie never died at that race because the people who cornered him in that alley were actually the police. He managed to get lucky for one single time and narrowly managed to avoid jail by getting sentenced to do community work instead and assisting mandatory sessions in Blade's therapy group for troubled youth at risk. He met Nico, Wanda and Illyana there and ended up begrudgingly befriending them. Blade considers this kids both one of his biggest achievements and biggest sources of headaches.

Nico still get on Robbie's nerves sometimes and in the rare ocasion that he fights with Illyana it usually gets so bad that Wanda needs to mediate because neither of them will put their foot down otherwise. He still makes an effort to keep them in his life, because when he's too tight with money Nico will "accidentally" order too much pizza when they meet and he'll end up going home with leftovers afterwards, so he doesn't complain too much when she asks him to drive her places; and Illyana once showed up to take care of Gabe when he had the flu because Robbie had to work and didn't want to leave him alone, so when she mentioned that she was going to have to sleep in her van for a few days while she searched for a new flat after her former landowner kicked her out, he let her crash at his couch instead. They take care of each other in small ways, even if they dont' mention it.

Starting the band was Nico's idea so they would have an excuse for regular meet ups. She was also the one who got Robbie a second hand battery and insisted that he at least tried. It turned out that he was not half bad at it, he had a good sense of rithm and good coordination, and was surprised to find out that the gigs they eventually managed to pull out were starting to become a very welcome source of extra income. They meet for practice at a community center located in an old church, regented by a couple of old ladies: Sarah and Agatha. Gabe is their number one fan (and Piotr Rasputin is a close second, much to Illyana's dismay), so he's the other reason he hasn't dropped out yet despite being tight on time. After going for several provisional names, the last of them being Scarlet and the Witches, which Robbie was not very enthusiastic about, they ended up setting for Midnight Suns after Hunter's incorporation.

After Wanda was involved in a car accident that left her badly injured and put Agatha in a coma, their band was left without their main singer and guitarrist. It was then when Hunter, Sarah's niece, who had been raised by her aunt and her partner, temporarily moved back to the state after receiving the news about the accident. Hunter's relationship with Sarah became strained after she dropped out of college and started studying to become a tattoo and piercing artist instead. She's covering for Wanda and her stay is only temporary, or at least that was the original plan, but it seems that after her incorporation the band is doing better than ever before. Robbie's not so thrilled about having a new person joining his inner circle, and specially not one that's such a cocky little shit, but better gigs means more money, and he doesn't want to have to go back to work two jobs now that he can manage to live with the money he gets from his work at Canelo's AND the band.

Thanks @moosemonstrous for helping brainstorm ideas.

[eph3merall]

. . . ( part 2 )

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"nah, what the fuck is this— big bad wolf bullshit?" you can hear matt's voice falter for a second, your bare knees digging into the wood floor of his room. he decided to stream for a few hours tonight, both chris and nick away doing their own things.

for the first hour and a half matt just played some games until you got bored and snuck under his desk, his hand cupping your cheek to give it a light warning smack to whatever cheeky ideas that were brewing in your head.

deft hands slowly started tugging his sweatpants down, to which he just hummed and swiveled around gently in his chair for a second. settling back down, matt was leaning forwards a little to put some music on for the stream, shouting out names he was able to catch that were gifting.

he's fixing his headset and turning the music up a little, it's mainly just to hide any groans and sighs he lets out however. for a second, he steals a glance down at you to find you slowly lowering the hem of his boxers, and he responds by subtly lifting his hips.

matt didn't totally like this idea. one little mistake and the whole stream of.. fifteen thousand people would know what was going on, but he couldn't deny how painfully hard he was just by seeing you on your knees—a little cramped under the small space of his desk.

when you free his length to find pre already dribbling from his slit, your thumb reaches up to thumb at his tip and spread the bead of pre made lube down his shaft. you don't miss the way his thighs tense, hips twitching up a little as you listen to the way he scolds the chat for telling him to react to edits and read fanfiction.

one hand rests on his thigh while the other jerks up and down slowly, twisting your wrist up at the top as you lean forward. parting your lips, you let some saliva drip down the length of his dick and don't miss the heavy sigh he lets out.

soon you're hollowing your cheeks out and bobbing your head gently up and down matt's cock—one hand threading through your hair and digging blunt nails into the back of your head. you can't see his face—but you can hear the way his voice trembles once in awhile and how heavy he's breathing.

your nose presses into his skin, dick shoved all the way down your throat and you gag—only forcing matt to ball one of his hands up into a fist to pretened to cough because he was about this close to letting out a groan.

the noisy slurping and gagging noises of your mouth have him panicking for a second before he's quickly turning the volume of the music up, per chat's request and totally not because it put him just a little more at ease.

he keeps a hand casual over his mouth or on his face, pretending to cough or whatever. his other hand is leaving your head—fingers twitching to pull you off just so he can fuck your throat to his heart's content.

so far so good, right? the stream went pretty smoothly until you'd done something with your tongue and he felt his tip hit the back of your throat, and matt's head is tilting back against his gaming chair and a tortured groan is ripped from his lips.

oops?

notes. sorry if this has spelling mistakes / mistakes in general or anything doesn't make sense i am TIREDD... feel kinda insane w how good matt n chris looked on stream tho. anyways where the fuck did 75 followers come from? like? what??? thank u all i love u guys <3 know its not a lot but argghhb + i reached 100+ notes on a post like ugh <33

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©eph3merall 2024

[changisworld]

Who ever said fours a crowd?

3Racha X reader

word count:6,400

Summary: You & your boyfriend, Changbin, have both just started dating & he brings up the idea of inviting his long time & your long time friend, Chris, into the bedroom to help teach him how to pleasure you just right, since he was still a bit 'new' to sex, but you all forgot Jisung, their roommate, is also home.

18+,MDNI! smut below the cut.

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->SMUT WARNINGS: mxmxmxf, mxm, frottage( mxm), mentions of past encounters, PIV, oral (f rec), manhandling(??), praise, protected sex, unprotected sex, cum eating, multiple orgasms, size kink, anal play (m rec), anal(m rec) reader has a WAPPP, shy binnie, fingering(f rec), perv!Jisung, nipple/tit play, spit, Binnie is insecure at the start but reader doubles down & calms him down, mentions of a second round<3

->What better way to thank you all for 1K, 1.1K ANNND 1.2K followers than to do a 3racha smut? But seriously thank you so much, I haven't even been posting on here for 8 whole months & despite so many breaks in between you've all been so patient with me so thank you thank you thank you<3

You have been talking to Changbin for over an hour by this point in his shared apartment's living room, trying to figure out some boundaries, the reason for this being because you were both making out while a random movie was playing & you took it upon yourself to try take it a bit.. further, as your hand moves down to cup over his bulge, before the poor baby squirmed away from you, leaving you confused.

"It's not that I don't want it, I do! I just, I'm scared in case I won't be good at it, I've only slept with two people four times & I like you too much to disappoint you in case you don't like it" he murmurs, sounding embarrassed of what he had just said, avoiding to look at you sitting against the arm of the couch, playing with a loose thread attached to a couch cushion.

"Binnie, we don't need to do anything I'm more than happy to wait, but don't think of yourself like that, you're being silly, is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable? cmere" you respond, pulling him towards you anyways until he shuffles himself forwards on the couch so both of your crossed legs knees are touching.

“It’s not a you problem so no there’s nothing you can do to make me any more comfortable, i’m just too nervous, i feel like i need someone to show me how to do it or something, wanna be good for you” he whimpers as he pulls you into him, his back landing on the sitting part of the couch & you landing on top of him & you cup his puffy cheeks in your hands.

"Binnie I wouldn't judge you for it, I've felt your cock before & I know you'd be just fine, promise! Why n-" you cut yourself off when the front door to your boyfriends apartment opens, his best friend of years & a now close-ish friend of your own, Chan.

"Ah, heya you two, why do you both look like you've seen a ghost, what's up?" he says as he tosses his backpack on the floor beside the messy, cluttered shoe rack & it's only when he says this you process how shocked you must look to have seen him, Changbin looking a bit startled too.

"Hi chan, you just gave us a fri-" "Hyung, we were both just talking about something n I wanna ask you something!" Changbin says, cutting you off, turning his body on the couch to look behind him enough to properly look at who he's talking to, & Chan just nods as he walks over & slumps himself on the couch, next to changbin as he angles himself so he can look at you both at the same time before crossing his legs.

"Okay so, I wanted to know if you'd, help me with something Hyung" he goes on & if you looked like you'd seen a ghost before, it must look like you've been placed in the centre of a haunted house at this point. You open your mouth to speak but Chan beats you to it by telling him to continue.

"Okay, so, Ah I don't know how to ask!" he tries to joke to shake off his nerves, before continuing on. "Me & y/n were talking pretty much, & we both already know that with our schedule it's almost impossible to have time for people & also, sex? & I don't wanna disappoint y/n with my.. lack of experience, so to speak & I don't want my first experience with her to be better than just good, so I want you to help us" he blabs out, his voice sounding 'normal' on surface level, but you & chan know he is exploding with nerves.

Chan looks at him & then at you with surprise, not really knowing how to react, 'if i say yes straight away will I look desperate?' 'what if this is just a prank?' races through his head multiple times & words semi permanently die in his throat.

"The offer is only there if y/n is okay with it too though! If it's a no, we can forget I even asked you, don't feel pressured at all, just an idea." he says to chan before turning to you & he rests his hand on your knee, caressing it, which helps calm yourself down & he offers you his cute, soft smile.

"Binnie, we really don't need to do this, stop getting into your own head, I don't want this to negatively affect you in any way." you finally speak up & Chan nods his head at your reply.

"It won't, I wouldn't offer or suggest it if it would, we really don't need to do it, it's all in your hands" he responds softly & you can't help but feel like he really is being 100% truthful, & of course he is, & you come to the conclusion that if he is ready to do all of this just to pleasure you right, you can't really not help out.

"Okay Bin, I'll do it, Only if you're also okay with it Chan, obviously, but also if you're okay with it Binnie, like.. fully okay" you speak & Binnie leans forward enough to take your hands, caressing those instead. "Of course i'm fine with it! What are your thoughts Hyung? If you don't wanna do it, it's completely fine, we can forget it ever happened" Changbin blabs, the both of you looking at Chan, his eyes already glued on you both.

"Lemme have a bit of a think about it & I'll come back to you a lot about it, it's a big thing to just say yes to" he replies before he stands back up & leans over to purposely mess up your boyfriends curly hair, chuckling to himself before he makes his way to his room, the dim, purple LED lights in your vision as you watch him close the door behind him.

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It’s been a day since you, Changbin & Chan had that talk & in all honesty, it’s all you could think about. ‘Have you embarrassed yourself by saying yes so quick?’ ‘will changbin think differently of me for saying yes?’ ‘what if chan changes his mind & i look like a freak for agreeing without him agreeing’ are the three main things that race through your mind, no matter how much you try forget about it, it’s just impossible!

The guys are doing something in the studio at the minute, & you decide to try deep clean your boyfriend’s bedroom to take your mind off it.

You strip the bed, of course finding a pair of your underwear.. or two inside his pillowcase, but you don’t bother to even question it, honestly quite flattered that he is so nervous to do anything with you physically but doesn’t think twice about stealing your used panties to jerk off to.

You re-fold his messy clothes that have just been thrown into the drawers, not too many noticeable creases in them to the point you feel the need to iron them, before plopping yourself back on the now fresh sheeted bed, a bit worn out from all the work you’ve just done.

As if it could be called perfect timing.. or worst timing, you hear Chan & Changbin get back to the apartment & you quickly realise they sound completely like normal, giggling about stuff you don’t understand & you take a sigh of relief, thinking that it won’t be as awkward if & when you have to face Chan again.

They part ways as Changbin returns to his bedroom, his eyes widening slightly at the tidied room & he is quick to pretty much leap on top of you, pecking you all over your cheeks before holding his upper half with his arm muscles as he looks down at you, a hand of his on each side of your head, laying on the bed.

"Chan spoke to me by the way, he said he will help us, are you still okay with all of this? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable y/n & you can seriously tell me if you don't wanna do it, or if you have any doubts whatsoever we can just tell him we changed our mind, If i have to force myself to man up, i'll do it." he murmurs, a bit shy in what he says, not usually being so forward with you unless it's just flirting, his chubby cheeks flushed red & his hair still a bit damp above you with sweat from the gym not too long prior.

You are honestly surprised at the fact Chan actually said yes, especially with how long it took for him to come to a conclusion, not that you were rushing him in any way, but you mostly thought that because you hadn't heard anything, it would have been a no.

"It's fine Binnie, I haven't changed my mind, but I still want you to be involved, I don't wanna fuck another man in front of you & you not doing anything." you suggest, but it's not really a 'suggestion' & it will only happen if he is involved, your mind is completely made up about it & Changbin is quick to nod at your words.

"I was planning on that anyway! I don't wanna be a complete cuck y/nnie I still need to be taught!" He pouts before lightly knocking on your shoulder in the same way you notice he loves to hit his members when he's happy or flustered before he nuzzles himself in your neck, not caring that he is pretty much inhaling your hair, the faint smell of the shampoo he also uses coating the strands.

"So uh, when does he.. wanna do it?" you ask, taking the time to rake your fingers through his curly & slightly frizzy hair & Changbin leans into your touch, tensing when your fingers hit his sweet spot.

"He said to just tell him when we want it, why, you want it that bad?" he teases you & you jokingly push him off of you & he can't help but giggle.

"it's not like that Bin! Just wanna see you & also it makes sense to kinda.. do it now-ish? because Jisung is gone so there's more privacy & Jisung is usually glued to Chan's hip if not Minho's!" you murmur, your ears burning red as you avoid his eyes with your own as you then flip onto your stomach & your legs sway slowly back & forth as you reach to play with Changbin's poodle hair.

"That's true, do you want me to get him like... now? I don't know how to go around this, should I let you shower or something first if you want?" Changbin suggests, pulling you into him, hugging you & you move your head to give him a peck on the nose before eskimo kissing him, which makes you both giggle.

"I showered earlier, I don't know what to do either, we can just go with the flow mkay? It's Chan who's joining us, not the other way around so we have the power in our hands, if we don't like it or change our minds i'm positive he won't mind." you respond & Changbin nods beneath you.

"You're right, I'ma go get him, mkay? It only goes as far as you want it to, so don't be scared to tell Chan no!" he says as he wriggles from you & blowing a kiss to you which you pretend to catch before he leaves the room & you can't help but chew the inside of your cheek with anxiety.

A couple of minutes later, Chan is trailing in behind your boyfriend & he is wearing a lot comfier of an outfit than what you usually see him wearing to the gym, going for some plain grey sweatpants & a tank top & his wide shoulders & his big biceps that are so deliciously toned & the veins running up his arms, which you don't fail to miss.

Chan shuts the bedroom door behind him & Chan takes it upon himself to sit beside you on the bed, before signalling Changbin to sit on the opposite side, you now being sandwiched between them both.

"Okay so uh.. are you completely okay with all of this y/n? Don't be scared of hurting my feelings because trust me you won't, we just want everything to be completely clear." Chan speaks out, his australian accent decorating his voice which you can't help but take a lot more interest in now given what is going to take place.

"I'm sure, don't stress it, Binnie wants help & he trusts you to do that & besides, you're an attractive guy so why would I turn it down" you chuckle & Chan returns it, not being able to stop himself from blushing.

"So uh, Bin, what is it that you want me to 'teach' you?" he looks past you & over to your boyfriend, who is playing with a loyalty ring he bought you when he first asked you to be his girlfriend with his fingers.

"Uh, kinda.. everything? But I still need to be involved, y/n wants that." he says, a chirp in his voice as his hand tightens around yours & you smile at Chan, confirming his words & Chan nods.

"Okay, so what are your guys.. limits? Yes, no's & maybe's?" Chan questions, his voice trying to sound nonchalant but it's not hard to pick up on the fact he is probably even more nervous than you or Changbin are.

"Uhh, I can't really think of anything, oh wait, no cumming inside or wear a condom" you speak & Chan nods again, his eyes widening slightly, not expecting to have been having the opportunity to fuck you tonight.

"Okay, Changbin, I have condoms in my left side second drawer, can you go get me a condom?" he asks as he moves his hand to rest on your thigh & Changbin hums a yes response before leaving & Chan takes it upon himself to lean in & kiss you the second you look at him & both of your lips fall into place pretty much instantly.

You're quick to notice how soft his lips are around yours as he takes control of it, you get so lost in it you barely register the fact that your boyfriend had already made his way back into the room.

"You guys look hot together, I don't know if i should be extremely turned on or jealous" Changbin remarks, his dimples poking in his cheeks as he sits behind you this time before pulling you up the bed so you're sitting between his spread legs with your back against his chest & Chan is quick to follow, setting himself facing you between your own legs.

"Maybe you just have a kink for it, can see the edge of your cock under the side of your sweatpants" Chan replies, chuckling. "I can feel it too" you respond & Changbin tuts at your teasing, hiding his face in your neck as he starts kissing the soft skin, the faint smell of body wash still scenting it.

"So I'm right in saying you've obviously kissed before so I don't need to teach you both that, why not you try touching her, Bin? Watch." Chan says in a soft voice as he grabs one of Changbins hands that are resting on your waist & brings it up to your left tit over your clothes & Chan takes a hold of your right one & they both feel & then find your nipples from above your shirt & they both quickly notice you've not put a bra on & Chan subconsciously bites hit bottom lip, buzzing at the thought.

"Try twisting it like this, not too much but have a firm grip on it, rub your thumb over the bud, you can lick your fingers too, makes it nice n wet, can I lift your shirt y/n?" Chan asks, his other hand running along the hem of your... Changbin's shirt that you've stolen for yourself & you nod at his request.

"Bin, can you take it off for us?" he chirps, looking at the man behind you, who is looking not back at him, but instead down at Chan's fingers, following not only hi words but mirroring his actions, almost in a daze before he snaps out of it at the sudden question & nods his head rapidly & you raise your arms up to help your boyfriend strip you.

Your nipples stiffen up at the feel of the air around you all but you don't ponder on it as their fingers resume their place on your tits, & you melt into the touch as you lean further into Changbin, soaking yourself in the feeling, finding comfort in the rapid heart beats coming from his chest.

"Gonna go further now, alright?" chan speaks up & you nod your head, your eyes not bothering to open your eyes & you can feel your boyfriend nodding behind you, his fingers not stopping their actions on your hard bud.

Chan licks his fingers before bringing it back to your nipple before bringing his other hand to your skin, slowly dragging it down your naked stomach & waist, before bringing his hand to the waistband of your baggy shorts & Changbin takes the time to pat you on the cheek & when you open your eyes, Chan is looking up at you, nonverbally asking you if he can continue/

"Go on, please" you murmur as you spread your legs that tiny bit extra & Chan smirks up at you both before he makes quick work of removing your shorts completely, now leaving you completely nude now since you also so happen to have chose to not wear underwear & your legs quiver at the cold hair hitting your core, already dripping at this point, & Chan is quick to tell you how wet you are.

"Bin, come sit around here" Chan speaks & Changbin lets out a small whimper as he forces himself to detach himself from your nipple, which in his humble opinion, is probably the prettiest thing he has ever seen that isn't your face, but his opinion is quick to change when he crawls to sit himself down next to his friend as you help give them more room by shuffling upwards just enough so you can lay your head on the pillows.

You try to shut your legs, feeling awkward & shy at the two men staring at your naked cunt, clenching around nothing but Chan is quick to stop you from shutting them, holding them open.

"Keep em open pretty, look how wet you are, you're lucky Bin, gonna show you how to touch her & eat her, okay?" Chan speaks to Bin & when your eyes land on your boyfriend, you can tell how nervous he is & when he rests his hand on your knee, you stretch your arm to hold onto his.

"Speak Bin, just relax, it's just us, you need to focus if you wanna learn" he doubles down, tapping his friends arm, snapping him out of whatever trance he's in.

"Can't help but daydream, you're to pretty." not talking directly to Chan, but you instead & you hide your face in your arm.

"I know, like I just said you're real lucky, watch my hand mkay? You wanna tease a bit first, makes it more interesting." chan chirps as his fingers finish trailing down your skin, now landing on your outer lips of your cunt before he starts slowly spreading your wetness, not as if you'd even need it anyways since you're beyond gushing anyway & the sensation of his slightly calloused fingers dragging across your pussy but you physically twitch when his fingers finally directly land on your clit.

"Here's where the clit is, it's the easiest way to make a girl cum so make sure you actually remember where it is & find out, it's uncomfortable for the girl if you rub next to it, but don't do it too rough or hard because it's really sensitive, like this." Chan further continues as he starts visibly demonstrating as he speaks, his index & middle finger rubbing slow circles on your clit, making you whimper & both of their eyes shoot up to you at the sound, both of their cocks getting even harder if it was possible.

"You can tell if they actually feel good by their reactions, you can see her pussy clenching around nothing, do you know how to finger a girl Bin?" he asks, not bothering to let his eyes become unglued from your pussy, his fingers already drenched in your wetness.

"I've watched tutorials on pornhub & I've done it with the very few fucks i've had, i know how to" he stutters as he feels the need to bring his own fingers to your pussy, it looking far too inviting for him to keep his paws off & you instantly feel as if your skin is on fire.

Chan takes the opportunity to remove his fingers from your clit & you let out a whimper at the loss of contact as your hips try chase his fingers but it's short lived as your boyfriend's fingers take their place & start working at their own pace, different but not bad.

His fingers are a bit more clumsy than Chans despite him concentrating that tiny bit extra but your butterflies are intensified a billion times more by knowing it's him touching you & you can't stop yourself from looking down to look at the pretty boy in front of you playing with you like this & without him looking away from you, he leans down just enough so he can perfectly let a glob of spit land on your clit & you jolt.

"Binnie, want your tongue." you mumble, trying to keep your composure, nibbling on your bottom lip. "Wanna taste you" he replies, sounding more dazed than you are before he is moving his hand away from you & you quickly sit up & start tugging at his shirt & he quickly takes the hint & takes it off & you flop yourself backwards again as Changbin lays down between your legs, his face just centimetres away from your pussy, your wetness already causing a wet patch on the bedsheets.

Chan takes it upon himself to crawl up your frame & sits on the back of his knees before pinching a nipple with his right hand as he brings his left hand down to your cunt, pulling the skin upwards, exposing your already swollen clit just that tiny bit extra to help his friend.

Changbin takes a moment or two to just simply admire how gorgeous your pussy really is, & he has to mentally slap himself because of how long he's put off sex because of his own nerves, not knowing that literal perfection was so close to him.

Before he can doubt himself, he lets his lips suction onto your pudgy clit as he starts swirling his tongue around it & you instantly doubt the claim that he's bad at sex because he is acting like a natural.

"Fuck Bin, tongue is good" you whimper, your voice shaky as he slurps up your juices along with the pool of spit that's uncontrollably rolling off his tongue & your fingers weave into his curly hair.

"He making you feel good, babe?" Chan questions as he brushes the now damp hair from your face & he looks down at you with a cheeky smile, but you're too out of it to snap back at him, instead, you look down at his sweatpants that he's still wearing & you can easily see the huge boner he's sporting & you can't stop yourself from reaching to start pawing at them, & thankfully he takes the hint.

Chan takes his sweatpants off, leaving him in just his boxers. "Off cha, th-those too" you fight the words through your moans & but he does as you say & takes off his tank top too while he's at it, now totally naked too but instead of joining you both back on the bed, Chan is walking over to the bedroom door & opening it, & much to your shock, but not to chan or changbins, Jisung is standing right outside the door with his leaky cock in his hand, now frozen in place.

"I thought I heard you whining outside, we're busy & I thought you were with Leeknow?" Chan speaks, a complete monotone voice, almost as if he's not standing completely naked with his heavy, veiny cock in his hand.

"W-wanted to j-just listen, can I join? s-sounds pretty." he murmurs, his big boba eyes darting from you, to chan & then to changbin, just to repeat the motion over again & Changbin has detached his pretty lip from your clit, breaking the suction seal on your pussy before rubbing your clit with his fingers again, the feeling more intense with how sensitive his tongue has made it as you start grinding against him, unable to even think of a response to give Jisung.

"It's not my choice, it's y/nnies, but I don't think she's able to talk, I'm teaching Bin well, aren't I?" Chan asks, hinting a response for Bin & he let's himself enter not one but two fingers into your cunt before quickly setting a decent pace, his other hand's thumb flicking your clit at the same pace as best as he can.

"So well hyung, ask y/n it's her who to ask" Changbin chirps, his voice flushed out as he slows down the grinding on the mattress as he looks at the doorway & Jisung fixates his eyes on you, teary.

"Just c-come in -fuck bin, come in Jisung" you cry out & Jisung pretty much gallops into the room, past his naked friend & he pretty much hops onto the bed as he shakes his clothes off & chan makes quick work of following him, not bothering to shut the door behind him.

Changbin doesn't bother to ponder on the fact that Jisung is now here, instead completely focused on the way you're clenching around his chubby fingers, feeling your orgasm bubble up, it feeling different to when you're just masterbating on your own.

"Bin, think i-ima cum, so goodd" you squeak as you grip onto Jisungs arm beside you without thinking & Changbin's ego gets boosted by the words you spit out & he takes the chance to suckle back on your clit again, making sure to pull on the pudge of it to get better access, just like what Chan did & your legs convulse around his head as you try to force yourself to keep them open, but Jisung takes it upon himself to straddle you with his back facing you, holding your legs open, also giving himself a perfect view of his friends tongue & lips engulfing your pussy.

"Cum for us babe, if it feels good just let go" Chan remarks & you look up at him with glossy eyes, dazed & fucked out as you let out a squeal as you bubble over, your orgasm flushing throughout your entire body as your toes curl around him & your fingers clench so hard around his fingers he's force to pull them out, a white cream ring around the base of his fingers.

Jisung reaches down to grab at Changbin's wrist before pulling the fingers that just fucked you up to his mouth before licking your own orgasm off of them, groaning at the taste, his drool coating his fingers & he takes it upon himself to tease you all by gagging on his fingers but to not really anyones surprise, Changbin just looks up at him in awe, his fingers finally slowing down on your clit, letting you come down from your orgasm, which he learned to do from porn.

"Did so well for us y/nnie, do you wanna keep going? We can stop here if you're too worn out we can do this another day if it's too much, no stress." Chan speaks out as he pulls Jisung off of you & onto the place on the bed he just was, Jisung laying next to you now & he turns his head to give you a smile, which you mirror.

"Wanna keep going, want you Bin." you make grabby hands & Bin crawls up your frame to kiss you & that's when you feel that he still has his sweatpants on & he doesn't even need to be asked before he's taking them off along with his boxers, his thick cock hitting against his toned tummy, making you drool.

"Want to feel you so bad Bin, please binnie." you murmur as he holds himself above you before he leans down to kiss you, but you're both interrupted by the sounds of Jisung & Chan moaning beside you & when you turn to look, Chan has his own & Jisungs cock wrapped in his palms as they grind against each other, using their own precum as lube & with how wet their cocks are, they could give you a run for your money & you'd be lying if you said you aren't even more turned on now, Jisungs legs wrapped around Chans ripped frame as Chans thick cock almost hides Jisungs with the size difference as their sensitive tips bash & glide against one anothers.

You can feel Changbin freeze up a bit when you reach down to grip his cock with your hand when you try align it with your cunt & you reach to caress his cheek. "It's alright Binnie, you've already made me cum you're good!" you pretty much cheer, your voice soft & Chan can't help but overhear it & he has a bright idea.

"I'll guide you Bin, Jisung you're gonna help us, mkay?" Chan asks & Jisung already knows where it's going & he nods with stars in his eyes as he flips around so he's on his knees before dropping from his hands so he's arched, his already stretched hole on display for Chan & Changbin to see & you can't help but feel a bit left out that you can't see it from where you're laying down.

Changbin & you look over at the sight, honestly extremely surprised at how... comfortable they are to do this with one another.

"Are we missing something? Do you guys hook up & none of us knew this?" you giggle & Jisung lets out a pouty whine, turning his face away from you to avoid your gazes.

"There's nothing wrong with having fun on our own, like Changbin's said, being idols give us a horribly busy schedule!" he whips back at you as he makes quick work of grabbing the condom that Changbin collected earlier from the floor & he rips open the packet before rolling the condom onto his cock.

"it's easy Bin, promise. Everyone obviously has a G-spot & you need to try find it, it's more spongey but if you've felt it with your fingers, your cock will definitely reach it so don't stress, go in slow & then pick up the pace, & don't just have messy thrusts you gotta keep a rhythm" Chan instructs as he takes his own cock in his hand & aligns it up with Jisungs already lubed hole, from when he was actually prepping himself just before he started jerking off outside the door.

Changbin stumbles with his hands for a minute before he copies his hyung in the room, not only his heart but also your heart racing as he decides to beat Chan to the chase & he pushes himself inside you, the width of his cock a huge stretch to just his fingers, & Changbin stalls inside you half way, partly to let you adjust but also to stop himself from cumming on the spot with how tight & warm you are, the way you're clenching around him is suffocating in the best way possible.

Jisung looks at the reaction on your face & he can't wait any longer as he then starts shaking his ass on his dick, trying to persuade his hyung to just give him what he wants & Chan can't hold himself back any longer & slides himself in quite quickly, knowing Jisung loves the painful but pleasurable stretch from the roughness & he lets out a choked noise that makes you gush.

"Y-you're so tight jagi, oh my- oh my god" Changbin squeaks, his eyes struggling to not roll to the back of his head & you look up at him with love hearts in your eyes, your brain malfunctioning as you reach to hold onto his biceps that you love so much, the choked gurgles of Jisungs whines & squeals filling the room.

Changbin forces himself to piece his mind together again just enough to start fucking into you at a good pace & you're just so full you swear you can feel him coming out of your throat almost. "S-so big Bi-binnie, doing so good" you cry out & by this point you've genuinely forgot that your boyfriends two closest friends are literally fucking beside you & you won't be surprised if you dismiss the huge puddle of spit on the bedsheets as your own later.

Chan reaches down to start jerking off Jisung at the same pace as his cock is thrusting into him & literally just after a couple of pumps of his cock, he is cumming all over Changbin's bedsheets with a wail as he spasms & shakes beneath Chan, but he doesn't let up.

Chan takes a second to look at you & Changbin & deems his work as done in terms of getting him comfortable to fuck you, & he can tell you both need no more help & he scoops up Jisung & carries him by the inside of his knees, his back touching his chest as he takes them both out of the room to make way to whatever next surface he can fuck Jisung against, leaving just you & Binnie together, not that you could be paid to care at this point.

"Y-you're so pre-beautiful, so good" he babbles above you as he flops forward enough to kiss you, tongues wrapping around one another as he hits that gummy spot his fingers were rubbing against earlier & your whines jump up an octowave.

"Shit bin, wa-gonna cum, pl-please" you cry as you break the kiss to try catch a breath or two but you hold your breath in shock & happiness at Changbin's response.

"Cum, p-please, I- i love you jagi, ss-so much, so good" he gibbers as he brings his hand down to your clit again, rubbing more messy circles on your clit & your toes start curling but you force yourself to hold back your orgasm for the time being, as tense as a rock beneath him as squelching noises fill the room, his cock almost completely slipping out every time he retracts himself, your hand reaching own each time he does so just to make sure you can quickly slide him back into his probably new favourite place if it happened.

"I- love you too bin, prett-prettiest boy" you whimper & at those words matched with you then pulling his head from your neck once he nested it there & kiss him again with your hands cupping his chubby cheeks & he lets out a small squeal as he is cumming before he can warn you & at the feeling of him filling you up & the way he pulsates in you, your own orgasm hits you too & he accidentally bites down on it & you moan that extra bit louder at the feeling.

You both come down from your orgasm, panting & huffing on top of one another, only the sounds of Jisung being fucked by Chan just down the hallway, but your mind is too all over the place.

"I me-meant what I said by the way, sorry it took my friend to help me fuck you." he murmurs, his voice sounding raspy but chirpy.

"I meant it too, I looooveee you! & don't stress it, it was hot anyways." you emphasis it further by pecking him all over his face, his cute dimples plastered on his cheeks as he gets shy.

"I can still hear Chan & Jisung fucking, if you want we can go join them, since you think it's hot" he half teases, but you can tell he isn't really joking. "you'll need to climb off me if you want to go, hurry before Jisung is fully spent!" you snap back & you can feel his cock that was just starting to go limp inside you chub back up before he's pulling out as he picks you up & pretty much sprints to what turns out to be the living room & Jisung on his knees sucking Chan off & you're quick to land on your knees beside Jisung, poking your head in to get a taste as Changbin sits beside chan a Jisung switches places with you.

->I really don't think I like this im afraid</3 but I could potentially do a part two but it won't be until after kinktober & after i finish my part two to my felix smut so please be patient mwah x

->Taglist & anon list is open! @jisungml

[mentally-a-slut]

Staring Problem (Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader)

Rating: M (a little spicy, nothing too bad)

Summary: An innocent staring problem evolves into something out of your most romantic fantasies.

Note: Okay, so I just whipped this up to show y'all what my writing would look like, it's really last minute and unedited so don't expect too much, but I hope you like it! It's a little messy because I just kinda started writing with no real idea, but please leave feedback! Also, if enough people want it, I am open to doing a smutty part two :) enjoy!

You hadn't thought you were being obvious with your staring, but were very quickly proved wrong when Mary-Beth slid up next to you, giggling. "Enjoyin' the show?"

You spluttered and blushed at the young woman's implication, lightly shoving her. "I'm not staring!"

She giggled again and gave you a look. "I don't blame you, I do it all the time. Nothing better to do than watch the men chop wood, especially if I'm supposed to be doing chores."

"Mary-Beth! Where is that girl?"

Mary-Beth gasped. "Oops! Gotta go!"

She scuttled off back to her table, frantically fiddling with the needle and thread to make it look like she was sewing. You sighed as you tore your gaze from her, eyes settling back on the man in front of you.

Of course, you were staring. Pretty damn hard, too. But hey, when Arthur Morgan is swinging an axe in the blazing sun, sleeves bunched up around his elbows, you just have to stare.

You knew you should at least be more subtle about it, instead of standing there uselessly leaning on a wagon, but whenever your eyes snagged on him, it was almost impossible to tear them away.

You'd lost all shame anyway, ever since he sort of confronted you about your crush. It had been an awkward conversation, one filled with stuttering and apologies. He hadn't expressed any discomfort, though, and simply acknowledged the fact that you liked to stare. He didn't outright reject you, but you knew better than to read into things. And even if he wasn't interested, who were you to deny yourself a show if he didn't mind giving one?

You only tore your gaze away when you heard Miss Grimshaw turning the corner, and you hurriedly tried to look busy. It usually worked, and you were back to staring as soon as she was out of sight.

You inwardly sighed when he sent the axe splitting through the last log. Show's over.

Even as he leaned the axe against the stump and turned to leave, you couldn't avert your gaze. The light was hitting him just right, golden rays bathing his tanned skin and making him look like an angel. Your face burned when he turned and met your gaze, and he simply tipped his hat with a smile. Sometimes you wished he would straight up say something about it instead of letting you ogle him. The heat that rushed to your face every time you were caught was stifling.

You had to resist the urge to follow him and see what he was getting up to next, instead settling on joining Mary-Beth. She looked up at you with a teasing smirk when you sat down, glancing behind you at the man who held your attention. "Show's over, huh?"

You rolled your eyes, sighing. "...Yeah."

She burst into giggled at your confession, dainty fingers going up to cover her mouth. "What's so funny?"

You started at his voice, the closeness of it surprising you. You turned to look at him, craning your neck to meet his eyes. You could've sworn there was a knowing smirk on his lips, but you chalked it up to the sun in your eyes. Even though you were facing away from the sun.

"Nothing!" you said too quickly.

"We was just talking about how she was staring at you chopping that wood."

You whipped your stare around to Mary-Beth. She just giggled and shrugged, acting innocent. "I- I wasn't-"

"S'alright, I know you were."

His words only made you want to shrink into yourself, never to see the light of day again. Mary-Beth took her leave, teasingly waving goodbye. She had just left you alone, with Arthur, a blushing mess.

"I don't- you-"

You all but yelped when he sat next to you on the log bench, close enough for your legs to brush. "If I didn't like it, I wouldn't let you do it."

"I didn't mean to stare!"

He chuckled, a low noise that traveled through your body and left goosebumps in its wake. "Yeah, you did."

You tried to come up with a valid explanation that wasn't 'I think you're really hot,' but came up short. "I'm sorry, I-"

"No need. I think it's cute, your little staring problem."

You didn't think you could blush anymore, but there he went, making you lightheaded with his words. "You... me, cute?"

His eyes met yours, and you had to stop yourself from swooning. His eyes were so blue, like shining crystals in the sunlight. "Yes, you. I thought it was obvious."

"What was obvious?"

He rolled his eyes affectionately, calloused hand brushing against yours. "That I'm sweet on you."

All coherent thought disappeared from your brain at that moment. "Huh?"

Your skin tingled as his hand grasped yours, rough fingers intertwining with yours. "I like you, sweetheart."

"Is this a joke?"

He chuckled. "No. I know I didn't really go about it right before, but what I meant to say was that I feel the same. It just... didn't come out right."

Your whole body was on fire, overwhelmed at the feeling of him so close to you. "So... you've liked me back, this whole time?"

"Mhm."

"Oh. That's... good."

"Just good?"

Your eyes found his, shining with emotion. "You know what I mean. I just can't believe..."

He stared at you, eyes shining with what must have been admiration. With his hand still holding yours, he stood, tugging you with him. "C'mere."

You stumbled after him, too awestruck to think. He led you to the spot you liked to stare at him from, the wagon obscuring the two of you from the rest of camp. Your back was to the wagon, his frame towering over you and he stood in front of you. He was close, close enough for you to lean forward and be chest to chest.

"When you stand here all clueless, drooling over me like nobody's watching," the hand that wasn't holding yours came up to rest against your cheek, "I have to force myself to keep working and not march over to you and kiss you til you can't breath."

You let out a strangled sound, breath hitching as he leaned closer. You were now trapped against the wagon, his body resting against yours. It was the best trap you'd ever been caught in.

"And when you look at me with those big, lovestruck eyes, I just wanna grab onto you and never let go."

A sigh that sounded more like a whine escaped your lips, knees threatening to give out beneath you. "Keep going."

He chuckled at your words, brushing his lips so, so close to yours.

"When you're concentrating on something, and you make those cute little noises, all I can think about is how I wanna bend you over and see what pretty little sounds I can get out of you."

"Holy shit," you whispered, eyes fluttering as his lips barely brushed against yours.

With a shaky sigh, you grabbed his collar and pulled him toward you, crashing your lips together. He let go of your hand, gripping your waist and holding you close. His lips were warm against yours, gently molding against yours. You brought a hand up to his hair, running your fingers through his short strands. An involuntary whine slipped from your lips, and it was swallowed by his increasingly desperate kiss. His hand slowly moved to your back, pressing you closer.

When his tongue brushed against your lip, you gasped, and he hummed against you as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You recovered quickly, meeting his tongue with yours with matching desperation. Your fingers closed in his hair, tugging lightly. He groaned softly, and the sound traveled straight to your core.

When he pulled back for air, he kept his face close to yours, blue eyes darkened as he looked down at you. "You're so pretty like this, all whiny and desperate."

His praise elicited another whine from your lips and you pulled him back against your lips. This time he kept pulling away from you in between kisses, chuckling as you chased after him. He mumbled soft words against your lips, each one making you want him more and more.

"Pretty girl."

"So good for me."

"So needy."

You whined in frustration and kissed him roughly, hands running over his body. When his hands ran over your ass and gripped your thighs tightly, you jumped up and he pressed you up against the wagon. The angle was torture, your core level with his, and the heat of your arousal was overwhelming. Your hips struggled to meet his, seeking the friction you craved, but Arthur just chuckled against your lips and held you still. "Not yet, darlin'."

You would have been embarrassed by the whine you let out if you weren't clouded with lust. You continued to wriggle against his grip, whining as he tortured you with slow, passionate kisses.

"Arthur!"

He pulled back with a groan when someone called his name, his forehead resting against yours. "Yeah?"

"Got a job for you!"

He sighed. "Be right there!"

You sighed and let your head fall against his shoulder. "I'm sorry, baby."

You hid your face in his neck, trying to hide the blush his words caused. "S'okay."

He gently set you down, hands settling on your waist. He lifted your face to his, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. When your eyes fluttered open, you were met with his darkened eyes that held a promise for things to come.

"We'll finish this later."

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Spoing

Debut: Super Mario Galaxy

Spoing is a jumping spider! Though it's not quite a jumping spider, you know? Like how a lynx is a big cat, but it's not a big cat. You know. But even so, I would like to express my appreciation to real jumping spiders! With their extra conventional cuteness, they capture the hearts of even people who are scared of other bugs, and as such are ambassadors for the rest of spiderkind. A gateway to appreciating some other creatures, which some fools may call "less charismatic", as if it is not charismatic to, for example, dangle a blob of silk to catch moths like a little fisherman. Anyway, as president, I will make sure all jumping spiders are compensated for their services. In dollars.

I don't know if I'm just saying this because I've been replaying Galaxy recently and have a sort of recency bias, but Spoing really might be one of the cutest Mario enemies ever! We all know, we all love, the eyes-in-a-void face! And on a BUG? Yowza! I've seen that kind of face on crabs and sometimes bagworms (I think?) but I'm not sure I've seen it on any other arthropod, and ESPECIALLY not a spider. I don't know how Spoing would hunt. Would it just shove prey into the eye void? Is it also a mouth? That would be pretty awesome.

You know, their faces make them look kind of like funny astronauts... and they only have four limbs, not eight. Are these truly spiders? Were they once human, until something unspeakable happened? And will it happen to me someday? I hope so!

Spoings mainly appear in Space Junk Galaxy, which I think we on the Weird Mario Enemies Office Pizza Party Email Chain all agree is a really great galaxy, with impeccable vibes. It's space at some of its most lonely, as opposed to spectacle, and I REALLY appreciate the presence of spiders here. Spiders and their webs are always used to visually communicate the idea of a place or object being unused, abandoned. And this galaxy is just a bunch of forgotten debris, not inhabited by any sapient civilization! If moths are the mascot of empty wallets, spiders are the mascots of forgotten attics! Spoings to not seem to make webs, which, yeah, actively hunting spiders do not! But they might make Sling Pods. And Sling Pod Galaxy is... well, I don't want to use this post to criticize a galaxy that precious spiders may have had a part in designing. So I will move on to...

Name: Spangler

Debut: Super Mario Galaxy

Spoing's got an evolutionary relative, and rather than being a spider boing, this is a spider dangler! It at first looks like a recolor of Spoing, but it actually lacks the fuzziness of Spoing's abdomen, and it DOES have a big ol' spinneret, which it is always using to dangle on a silk thread! One big one, like a really long string cheese. These ones debut in Ghostly Galaxy, indicating that they are spookier than the more generalized Spoings. Is it the silk? Is silk Spooky? It is what ends up encasing the spider's prey... like a MUMMY! Maybe I'm on to something here!

I really like Spoing and Spangler, and that both exist! It may be sort of the same design for two different enemy behaviors, but they're both behaviors that make sense for the design, and it's a design I always love to see. It's like they're closely related species! Maybe a population of Spanglers was separated from the others and ended up in the more barren Space Junk Galaxy, where there was not nearly as much infrastructure to dangle from, and where only active hunting was a viable strategy. And over time, Spoings evolved from this population! Actually, maybe they even use the Sling Pods for hunting, when we're not looking, launching themselves at unsuspecting prey...

And just to make sure we're not appreciating fictional creatures over real ones too much, I should tell you that there is, indeed, a spider that slingshots itself at prey using its web. Sometimes reality is stranger than fiction. And it's often a spider's fault! The variety of ways in which different species use their silk is honestly one of the most incredible things in all of nature!

[vampiriito]

Summer was a piece of heaven (JJ Maybank x shy! kook! reader) Chapter 3

A/N: Hi loves! I'm so happy to be posting the third chapter for this story. I think I'll make a master list after just so i can update it. Anyway, have fun reading this chapter I'll see you at the end! (also the reader 100% listens to men i trust and the marias.)

Summary: In the midst of a '7 minutes in heaven' game you and JJ end up together for one round, and to get away from the girls desperately trying to make a move on him, JJ doesn't hesitate to jump on the chance to interact with you more.

To you, the idea of a perfect summer meant lounging indoors, the air thick with smoke and laughter as you and Maisy drifted through hazy afternoons. Or perhaps it was skating aimlessly around the island, the wheels of your board humming beneath you as you chased elusive moments of photographic inspiration. The world blurred into a series of snapshots—soft lights, sharp angles, candid smiles. Maisy, however, was the embodiment of your opposite.

With her strawberry-blonde hair catching the sunlight like threads of spun gold, she was a living glitter bomb—vibrant, explosive, impossible to ignore. She seemed to survive on a diet of Gatorade and the occasional cup of instant noodles, yet her energy was boundless. Somehow, she managed to act like a carefree kook and, paradoxically, not at the same time. She straddled the line between the laid-back island life and something altogether different.

Maisy reminded you of those affluent girls who were only in it for the endless parties and not the veneer of elegance that wealth was supposed to bring (not that you were the embodiment of classy and preppy). A super-rich kid with nothing but loose ends, perpetually floating in a state of being just a little tipsy. She navigated the world with a reckless abandon, her days a whirlwind of glittering nights and half-remembered escapades. So, her approach on helping you overcome shyness and social anxiety was exposing you to endless house parties and keggers alongside her.

Still, you loved Maisy, as messy and carefree as she was. She was truly a force to be reckoned with and you liked that about her. And if you didn't, at least you could say you got used to her habit of partying and dragging you along with her. Because truth was, you both enabled each other. She's been here since you moved to the Outer Banks and she never once judged you for being in love with the same guy for almost 9 years, despite the fact that she believed fiercely in hook-up culture and "dating as many so you wouldn't have to settle for just any" as she liked to put it. And you helped ground her, you helped her out with her hangovers and taught her that staying in was necessary and fun at times.

"I don't know, Maisy... you remember last time-.. I ended up getting pushed into a closet," you groaned, dragging your feet as you approached the vibrant glow of the crowded house. Another house party. Yet another one of Maisy's brilliant ideas.

The bass from the music thumped loudly, reverberating through the soles of your shoes as you walked. Strings of fairy lights draped over the porch flickered like distant stars, casting a warm hue over the swarm of partygoers spilling onto the lawn. Laughter and fragmented conversations floated through the night air, mingling with the faint scent of ocean breeze and the sharp tang of spilt drinks.

You could already predict Maisy's response—how she'd gush about how lucky you were to get stuck in a closet with your all-time crush. But that wasn't the point. The memory still made your cheeks flush, not from fondness but from sheer embarrassment. The cramped space, the awkward silence (at least on your part) punctuated only by the sound of your own racing heartbeat. The way his shoulder had brushed against yours or the way he got close when teasing you, sending your thoughts into a chaotic spiral. It was a level of social torture you'd rather not relive.

Mimsy rolled her eyes at your complaint, clearly amused by your reluctance to attend the party and get stuck in another closet with JJ.

"Oh come on, Y/n.. You're overreacting. Sure, that was a one-time thing, but chances of that happening again are small. And besides-"

She grabbed your arm and started pulling you towards the house.

"-you know you secretly loved getting locked in that closet with him."

"Yeah... and now every time he sees me he refers to me as 'mouse', because i was too quiet." you kicked a stray can to the side as you walked on the front lawn, slowing down. "Please Mimsy.. let me go home.." you pleaded, pouting dramatically.

Mimsy rolled her eyes again, clearly immune to your pouting and pleading.

"No, absolutely not. You've been cooped up in your house all week. You need to go out and socialize. And this party is the perfect opportunity."

She gripped your arm more forcefully, pulling you towards the entrance of the crowded house.

As you and Maisy stepped into the house much to your dismay, a wave of sound and energy crashed over you, nearly overwhelming your senses. The air was thick with the mingled scents of perfumes, colognes, and the unmistakable aroma of excitement. Music blared from towering speakers, the bass thumping so powerfully it resonated in your chest. The place was alive—people dancing with wild abandon, conversations and laughter blending into a buzzing symphony of life.

Maisy led the way through the throng, her grip firm around your wrist as she expertly navigated the labyrinth of partygoers. Her strawberry-blonde hair shimmered under the strobe lights, and her sequined dress caught every fragment of light, making her sparkle like a human disco ball. She moved with purpose, her eyes scanning the room intently. The kaleidoscope of faces and flashing lights made it difficult to focus, but Maisy seemed unfazed.

Suddenly, a wide smile spread across her face, her eyes lighting up with unmistakable excitement. She had spotted who she was searching for. She leaned in close to you, her voice barely audible over the noise.

"There he is."

She tilted her head toward a tall figure standing on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall and nursing a drink in his hand. JJ.. who seemed to be surveying/ half-heartedly participating in what looked like a 'spin the bottle' party game.

"So what? There he is.." 'in all his glory, looking like a demi god and almost glowing under the dim lights of this house,' you thought to yourself. You were utterly smitten with this boy and it was pathetic at this point, even after all these years.

You frowned at Mimsy, adjusting your glasses as you looked at her, silently questioning her for her actions.

Maisy smirked at your reaction, clearly enjoying the conflict of emotions on your face. She knew how much you had been pining over JJ for years, and she was probably relishing in the fact that the object of your affection was right there in the same room as you.

She gave you a gentle push toward JJ's direction. "Go talk to him."

"No!... Stop. I can't just-.. go up to him," you whisper-shouted, your voice laced with urgency and a hint of panic. You glared at her, eyes reflecting the swirling chaos of emotions inside you. Your heart pounded fiercely in your chest, each beat echoing in your ears like a relentless drum. As you spun around to face her fully, your feet tangled beneath you, causing you to stumble slightly. The sudden movement sent a rush of heat to your cheeks, a flush of embarrassment mingling with your anxiety. The air was thick with the scents of cheap perfume, beer and liquor, and a hazy hint of weed, adding to your disorientation.

You clenched your fists at your sides, nails digging into your palms in an effort to steady yourself. A knot tightened in your stomach, twisting uncomfortably as a wave of dread washed over you. The mere thought of approaching him made your breath catch—a mix of fear and something else, something that both thrilled and terrified you. The crowd around you moved in a blur, their laughter and movements amplifying your sense of vulnerability. It felt as if the spotlight was suddenly on you, exposing every insecurity.

Maisy rolled her eyes in frustration, clearly not surprised by your reluctance.

"Yes you can! You've been crushing on him for years. This is the perfect opportunity to strike up a conversation with him."

She grabbed your shoulders, turning you back around to face JJ's direction. "Without any weird coincidences causing you to.." she added with a wide smile.

"Look, they're playing some sort of party game..." you rambled, your voice edged with a mix of frustration and anxiety. "There is no way in hell I'm going up to him while he's surrounded by girls who are practically lining up for him to spin that bottle and have it land on them so they can make out or whatever it is that they do."

You pointed emphatically toward the table where he sat, the center of attention amid a sea of eager faces. The crowd around him was animated, laughter and playful shouts filling the air as the bottle spun on the worn wooden surface.

He leaned back against the wall with effortless charm, a casual smile playing on his lips as he engaged with those around him. The sight sent a twist of something complicated through your chest—part longing, part envy, part resignation. Your heart hammered in a confused rhythm, torn between the desire to be near him and the overwhelming urge to flee from the very idea.

Maisy followed your gaze, her eyes widening as she saw the game that was being played. With the snippets of conversations she could make out over the music and the empty bottle of beer spinning on the table, she could only guess they were playing '7 minutes in heaven.' She was aware of the game's rules and how popular it was at parties, especially for people who were keen on making out with others. Classic.

She let out a low whistle as she scanned the girls surrounding JJ and his friends. They were all dressed to impress, no doubt hoping to get lucky and have the bottle land on them.

She turned back to you, a sly smile on her face, a wicked glint in her piercing green eyes. "Interesting..."

She watched as the game continued, the girls getting more and more excited with each turn. Meanwhile, her mind was already brainstorming how she could get you and JJ in the same room for 7 minutes.

JJ watched as the bottle spun around, landing on one of the girls standing around the table. She squealed in delight as she grabbed the hand of the guy who had spun the bottle and pulled him off towards one of the many empty rooms in the house.

He chuckled as he watched them disappear, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the guy. He knew all too well what it was like to get locked in a room with a girl who was trying desperately to make a move on him.

As the game continued, Maisy continued to watch the scene unfold with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. She knew that this was the perfect opportunity to get JJ and you alone together-.. again. She just had to find a way to make it happen.

And then, an idea struck her. Which you could see written all over her freckled face, the notion scaring you even more.

Maisy leaned in close to you, her voice low and filled with a hint of excitement.

"I have an idea. Follow my lead."

Before you could protest or ask her what she was up to, she grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the table.

"No- Maisy listen we-..." you whispered in a panic, feeling yourself getting dragged towards the table and cutting you off mid sentence.

As you reached the table, Maisy stepped forward swiftly, cutting off any protest you were about to make.

"Hey guys, mind if we join?" she chimed, her voice effortlessly cheerful.

A ripple of attention passed through the group of boys and girls alike as they glanced up, their eyes scanning over you and Maisy. Under the soft glow of the overhead lights, their gazes took in Maisy's radiant confidence and your more reserved demeanor. JJ's gaze lingered on you, his eyes—a striking shade somewhere between blue and green—holding an unreadable expression. Time seemed to slow as his attention rested on you, the surrounding chatter and music fading into a distant hum. The subtle arch of his brow and the way the light played across his features left you momentarily breathless. Your heart fluttered, a mix of nerves and anticipation surging through you.

Pope was the first to chime in, a friendly smile on his face. "Sure thing, ladies. Make yourselves comfortable."

The girls surrounding the table grumbled in protest, clearly unhappy with the addition of two new players. But the boys paid them no mind, their attention focused on you and Maisy.

Maisy dragged you over to an empty spot beside JJ, plopping down on the ground next to him without hesitation once he did the same, seemingly more interested in the game now. You were forced to follow suit, sitting down next to her, feeling extremely nervous and out of place. You could feel JJ's eyes on you, but you avoided looking at him, your heart pounding loudly in your chest, leaving you to glance around the table nervously, inspecting each player and how attractive they were. You felt out of place. These people knew how to make-out and such, and here you were... like a complete loser.

As JJ watched you closely, taking in your fidgety movements and nervous glances around the table, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for you. You looked like a deer in headlights, completely out of your element. And yet there was something about your nervousness that he found both endearing and amusing.

His eyes drifted to the girls sitting around the table, taking in their confident smiles and flirty glances in his direction. He knew exactly what they were after, and it only made him roll his eyes for some reason.

He shifted his gaze back to you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched you fidget with your fingers. You were clearly uncomfortable, and he could see the nervousness etched on your face. He felt a strange urge to reassure you, to tell you that you had nothing to worry about. But he quickly pushed that thought away, reminding himself that he shouldn't care about someone who he barely knew.

The game continued, the bottle spinning round and round, making girls squeal in delight every time it landed on a guy they wanted. With each spin of the bottle, the excitement in the air grew. Girls were practically drooling over the idea of getting to makeout with the guy of their choice. But JJ was growing increasingly disinterested in the game, finding it mundane and tedious. Sitting in the twinkie and getting high suddenly sounded delightful to him.

He glanced over at you, noticing the way you were alternating between fidgeting with your necklace or countless rings adorning your fingers. You looked completely uncomfortable being surrounded by all these couples. The pang of sympathy was growing the more he watched you avoid eye contact with people, and he couldn't help but wonder if you'd ever even kissed anyone before.

He was interrupted from his thoughts as the bottle suddenly landed on him. A collective gasp went around the table, followed by a few excited whispers and giggles. The girl who had spun the bottle was looking at him with a hopeful expression, clearly eager for the chance to kiss him in private.

But JJ just rolled his eyes, feeling bored and uninterested in the prospect. He was about to decline the girl when suddenly Maisy chimed in, her voice filled with mischief.

"Oh, I don't think so. The bottle is telling us he needs to spin."

The group was taken aback by Mimsy's audacity, but JJ was secretly grateful for her intervention. He didn't want to get stuck in a room alone with some random girl who was probably just using this game as an excuse to make a move on him.

He gave Maisy a small nod in thanks, grabbing the bottle and spinning it again, hoping it would land on someone more... JJ didn't even know himself who he wanted it to land on. He wasn't in the mood for a mindless one-night-stand that night.

The bottle spun around and around, the tension growing with each rotation. But to everyone's surprise, including JJ's, the bottle landed on you.

You were busy giving Maisy a silent look for interjecting and making people glance in your general direction before realizing that the table went quiet and now everyone was looking at you in particular instead of shooting dirty looks at Maisy.

Shitshitshitshit... what were you gonna do? tell him to spin again? get up and leave the room? no, that would just be rude.

Maisy was grinning widely, clearly enjoying the turn of events. She nudged you discreetly, silently urging you to go along with this.

But you were frozen in place, your heart pounding in your chest as JJ's gaze lingered on you. He hadn't said anything yet, his expression unreadable, and the silence around the table was deafening. No squeals or giggles, just the thumping music and buzz of conversations.

'He's gonna grimace and spin again, you'll see Maisy,' you groaned internally as you waited for JJ to say anything, or do something. Anxiety was churning in your stomach, afraid you'll get rejected in front of all these people.

The silence was stretching as everyone waited for JJ's reaction. Meanwhile, JJ tilted his head to the side to look at you better, his eyes studying you closely, silently taking in your nervous demeanor.

He knew you were uncomfortable and anxious. And for some strange reason, he hated that. He didn't want you to feel uncomfortable in front of all these people. It made him want to do something, anything, to make you feel better.

He leaned back, folding his arms across his chest, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Looks like we're going into the room together, mouse."

What were seven minutes? Seriously, it would be like the blink of an eye. A brief escape from the stares and whispers that seemed to press in from all sides. But you couldn't shake the guilt, knowing you wouldn't be able to muster a single word, let alone make out with him in that cramped, dark room.

You parted your lips, ready to say something, anything—but the words stuck in your throat. Swallowing hard, you pressed your lips together and stood up shakily. Your legs felt like jelly as you glared at Maisy, who was all smiles and mischief. The protests from the other girls at the table barely registered in your mind; they were a distant murmur compared to the roaring thunder of your anxiety.

JJ's gaze remained fixed on you, his unreadable expression adding to the maelstrom of emotions swirling within you. The warm, ambient light of the room seemed to dim slightly, heightening the sense of isolation. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but the air felt thick and heavy. With a final, pleading look at Maisy, you braced yourself for whatever embarrassing situation came next.

JJ followed your lead, getting up from the ground and stretching his arms. He looked relaxed and nonchalant, the complete opposite of you, who looked like you were about to pass out from anxiety.

Maisy was still grinning from ear to ear, clearly enjoying the show she had helped create. She was already mentally high-fiving herself, convinced that this was the beginning of something between you and JJ.

The atmosphere around the table was palpable as you and JJ walked away from it, heading towards an empty room on the other side of the house.

You could feel the eyes of the other players on your back, and you could practically feel their envy and disappointment. But JJ didn't seem to care, he just continued walking beside you, his hands casually shoved into the pockets of his cargo shorts.

As you and JJ reached the chosen room, JJ gestured for you to go inside, a smirk still on his face. You stepped into the dimly lit room, taking in the surroundings. It was a small space, with not much more than a bed, a desk, and an office chair. Guest room most likely.

JJ followed you in, shutting the door behind him with a soft click.

You looked around the room, taking in the colors and the way everything was placed. The color of the comforter or the curtains framing the tall windows. Queen-sized bed, a desk with common office supplies. Bed-side tables with lamps perched above them. 'How is this room so clean?' you wondered.

Anything to distract you from the fact that you were alone with JJ again. Your heart beat a little faster at the thought. The soft hum of distant conversations and muted laughter seeped through the closed door, a reminder of the party continuing without you. Yet here you were, ensconced in this intimate space that felt worlds away from the crowded rooms beyond. You couldn't decide if it was luck or misfortune that kept orchestrating these moments—the universe weaving threads that repeatedly pulled you into his orbit. With the recent events, you learned you'd prefer to stay out of it. It was more nicer watching him from afar when he wasn't aware of your existence.

You absently traced your fingers along the edge of the mahogany side table, feeling the smooth grain beneath your fingertips. A porcelain vase perched atop it held a bouquet of lilies, their fragrant petals unfurling gracefully. The delicate beauty of the flowers mirrored the fragile tension hanging in the air. You stole a glance at JJ, catching the soft profile of his face as he looked thoughtfully at a painting. The warm glow from the nearby lamp cast gentle shadows, highlighting the contours of his jaw and the tousled strands of hair that fell just above his eyes.

He leaned back against the door, his eyes studying you carefully now instead of the painting. He could tell you were nervous, the way you were fidgeting and avoiding his gaze. He still couldn't understand the notion. You claimed to not be scared of him, you didn't seem particularly inclined on jumping his bones, so what was your deal?

"Relax, mouse. I ain't gonna bite."

At the sound of his voice you whipped your head around almost painfully, shooting him a nervous and uncomfortable expression.

You were frowning gently as you turned to face him completely, fidgeting with your fingers as you looked down. You went over all your interactions in the past and the last one wasn't so bad. Especially when he looked so pretty on the beach, asking you about your photography, engaging in small-talk like you were acquittances. Were you? Does getting locked in a closet for roughly 20 minutes count as acquainted?

JJ pushed himself off the door, slowly sauntering towards you with his hands in his pockets. He observed the way you fidgeted with your fingers, a small frown on your face.

He stopped just a few feet away from you, tilting his head to the side as he looked down at you. "You look like a scared little mouse. Relax, seriously."

He reached out, gently tapping your chin with his index finger, lifting your head up so you were looking at him.

"Most girls would be ecstatic at the thought of being alone with a cute guy," he said, his voice softer than usual, a small chuckle following. His eyes held a gentle sparkle, the faint amusement dancing just beneath the surface. The soft southern drawl of his voice wrapped around you like a warm blanket, momentarily easing the tension that knotted your stomach.

He was trying to ease your nerves, sensing the subtle tremor in your hands and the way your gaze flickered uncertainly. There was something adorable about your timid, almost mouse-like nature—the way you seemed so small and delicate amidst the chaos of the party he saw out there. It amused him slightly, but as he watched you, a pang of guilt tugged at his conscience. It was kind of mean, now that he thought about it, to find entertainment in your discomfort.

You narrowed your eyes, swallowing the hard lump in your dry throat. 'Trust me, I'm more than ecstatic, i just have trouble finding the courage to even speak a word to you' you thought, stepping away to walk through the room slowly, almost like you were sizing it up with your legs.

JJ watched you closely as you walked around the room, his gaze never leaving you. It was almost predatory the way he watched you, like a cat eyeing its prey. His eyes roamed your body, taking in every curve and dip, and you could practically feel the heat of his gaze on you.

He stayed where he was, leaning against the door once again, his arms crossed over his chest. "Y'know.. the whole point of the game is to make out."

You shot him a dirty look, still pacing around nervously. You didn't even wanna play in the first place, let alone make out. You were afraid to even speak, what making out is he talking about?

JJ chuckled at your defiant look, figuring you probably weren't down to kiss him any soon. He could see right through your facade, he knew that you were nervous and uncomfortable.

He pushed himself off the door, walking towards you. He could tell you weren't exactly experienced in the making out department.

"Relax, mouse. I'm not gonna bite, remember? You can talk to me, y'know."

"Can i leave please?" you spoke softly and hesitantly. If you were out there, where the music was louder he probably wouldn't have heard you from how quiet you spoke. You weren't repulsed by him, that would be ridiculous. You were way too nervous and this game was stupid. You knew you weren't gonna speak to him let alone make out anyway. It was probably better for both parties involved if you just left.

JJ halted in his steps, taking in your words. He was surprised by your request, he didn't expect you to ask to leave so quickly. He had assumed that you were secretly enjoying this game of 7 minutes. Which, again.. was a dumb assumption to make.

He paused for a moment, studying you closely, trying to figure out if you were serious. And then, he spoke, his voice quiet and gentle."You really wanna leave, mouse?"

You frowned in nervousness, the expression nearly forming a soft pout. You didn't, but the terror gnawing at you made it impossible to hide your unease. 'What were you so afraid of?' The question looped endlessly in your mind, each iteration intensifying your anxiety. You were already quiet by nature, but now words seemed utterly out of reach. Clamming up was inevitable. The last thing you wanted was to make the situation more awkward than it already was. If only he would return to the party, back to his element, then you could slip away unnoticed. You longed to scurry off and hide in a bathroom until Maisy called you, and he'd get paired with a person who was actually gonna play the game the way it was intended.

JJ observed your frown, your lips turning into a soft pout. He could see the anxiety written all over you, the way your jaw was tensing, the way your eyes kept darting around the room, avoiding his gaze. He felt the urge to want to keep you safe and make you feel less agitated.

He didn't want you to be uncomfortable, he didn't want you to feel anxious. And he most certainly didn't want you leaving the room out of fear or worry. He let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair. "We don't have to make out.."

JJ's sudden statement took you by surprise, you hadn't expected him to say that. You paused for a moment, looking at him with a mixture of confusion and relief.

He continued, his voice quiet and low. He took a step closer, his eyes fixed on you.

"We have 7 minutes, so we could talk instead. If you want."

You didn't expect him to pressure you into making out, obviously. But the wat he said it, it was so considerate, like he didn't want you to be uncomfortable. Or maybe he was a normal person pitying you for being so timid. Probably the latter.

You exhaled softly in relief, adjusting your glasses. You knew you weren't gonna do much talking either, but it was nice that he wanted to.

JJ observed you closely, taking in your soft exhale of relief. He was starting to realize that you were different from the other girls he'd met, the ones who would gladly throw themselves at him given the chance. You were almost like a shy little mouse, trying to hide and not get caught. Hence the nickname.

He took a few more steps forward, closing the distance between you. He now stood only a few feet away from you, his eyes fixed on your face."So, what do you wanna talk about, mouse?"

As he stepped forward-- you stepped back a bit too clumsily for your liking. You didn't like people stepping close so abruptly, even if it was JJ. That was worse. You parted your lips as if you wanted to say something, but pursed them back, shrugging instead. You had a bit of courage to say a few words, but it melted away as he fixed you with his gaze.

JJ chuckled at your retreating steps. It was painfully obvious that you were uncomfortable with people getting close to you, especially him. But he found himself wanting to break through your comfort zone, to see what was hiding behind that shy and nervous demeanor.

He stayed where he was, giving you some space, but still maintaining eye contact. He waited for you to find your voice, his patient gaze on you.

A few moments of awkward silence passed, the only sound in the room was the faint noise of music and chatter from the party outside. JJ continued to watch you, waiting for you to say something, anything.

But you seemed frozen, unable to find your voice amidst your own thoughts and anxiety. JJ took a deep breath, and decided to take the initiative. "C'mon, mouse. There must be something you wanna talk about."

Since you were a little girl you didn't think of yourself as interesting. Not when you grew up and realized, people thought quietness and timidness meant you were shallow and boring, lacking in any substance. Besides what could you possibly talk about? he didn't seem to know anything about drawing, photography or skating whatsoever. You could talk about surfing, but who wanted to nerd out over surfing with the love of their life? No one. It was worse given he was trying so hard, and you were just frozen.

Your frown returned, feeling dread fill you once again as you seemed to not find your words in the chaos of being on edge and nervous, and you wanted to leave again suddenly.

JJ watched as your frown deepened, your eyes darting around the room as if trying to find an escape route. He could practically hear the wheels turning in your head as you tried to think of something, anything to talk about.

He took a step closer, noticing the change in your expression. He knew you were on the verge of bolting, just like you did earlier.

"Mouse, relax. You're gonna give yourself a panic attack if you keep tensing like that."

You were damn near one. It was hard when you spent more than half of your life pining and wishing you could have a conversation with him and now when you got your chances, you were just... clamming up. Mute. You wanted to cry but that would be pathetic. Who cries in front of their crush? No one (again). You were acting too weird and strange and you imagined what he was thinking, 'i got paired with this weirdo, and now i need to make her feel comfortable because she acts like a mouse who can't speak to humans to save her life.' This is so embarrassing, ugh. Can God give you a break?

JJ's eyes stayed fixed on you as your thoughts continued to swirl inside your head, practically visible on your face.

He could sense your inner turmoil, the way your thoughts were racing, the way your body was tense. He had never seen someone so nervous before, and it strangely intrigued him. Who in their right mind would be a complete mess around JJ Maybank?

He took another step closer, his expression gentler than his usual animated ones. "Mouse, you're over thinking everything. Just relax and calm down. Talk to me, anything, please."

"I'm so sorry.." you finally found the words, apologizing for acting so damn quiet and reserved and making the situation strange. But it wasn't better because your words were shaky and soft. Great. At least you managed to make eye contact with him for 5 seconds!

JJ raised an eyebrow at your apology, he was almost surprised to hear your voice for the first time since this whole event began. It was soft and shaky, but it still made his heart flutter a bit. He could see the effort you were putting in, even if it was miniscule.

"You don't have to apologize, you're not doing anything wrong. I asked you to talk to me, mouse."

JJ's voice was softer now, his normal teasing tone replaced by a more tender one. He was really trying to make you feel more comfortable, to ease your anxiety.

He closed the distance between you, stopping just a few inches away from you. He looked down at you, his gaze gentle and not at all intense like it was all the other times.

"Just be yourself, okay? Who cares if you stumble over your words or stutter. I just wanna know more about you."

"I don't know what to say.." you choked out. It was true, all your hobbies or interests or even jokes disappeared from your mind leaving you empty brained. Mostly. Cause it was now full of anxious thoughts and sarcastic monologue. You took a small step back, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, your eyes darting away as soon as they met his.

JJ noticed the subtle shift in your stance, the way you fidgeted and avoided his gaze. He knew you were struggling, trying to find something to say but coming up blank. And every time you managed to look at him, your eyes immediately darted away.

He took a deep breath, racking his brain for something, anything to keep the conversation going. And then, an idea popped into his head.

"Alright mouse, let's try something different. I'll ask you questions, and you answer, yeah?"

That could work... somehow. You nodded slowly, forcing your self to lock eyes with him although you desperately wanted to move them away.

JJ's eyes fixed on yours as you tried to maintain eye contact. He could see the effort you were putting in, the way you were forcing yourself not to look away. It was cute, in a strange way.

He took a deep breath before asking the first question, keeping his voice gentle and conversational. "Okay, first question. What's your favorite color?"

"Purple." you mumbled softly, shifting on your feet. "...or blue." the same shade of your eyes, you thought. You squeezed the thought out of your brain before you could get flustered though.

JJ nodded thoughtfully, his gaze fixed on you as he took in your response. There was something oddly endearing about the way you struggled to choose between purple and blue as your favorite color. He tilted his head slightly, a small, playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Purple and blue, huh?" he mused, his voice gentle yet teasing. "You must like the ocean, then?"

The words hung in the air between you, a light-hearted attempt to ease the tension. His smirk widened just a fraction, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement. The soft lighting of the room seemed to highlight the sparkle in his eyes, making the moment feel intimate and unexpectedly tender. It was as if he was trying to bridge the gap between your nervousness and his curiosity, finding common ground in the simplest of things.

You felt a flutter of warmth in your chest, a smile threatening to break through your anxious facade. Maybe, just maybe, this wasn't as terrifying as you had imagined. You glanced down briefly, your cheeks flushing slightly, before meeting his gaze again. It was half true, you did love the ocean, loved to swim and read on your dad's boat when you could. The smell of the ocean was calming. And so was JJ, at least when you watched him from afar. He smelled like actual ocean water. That wasn't creepy at all.

JJ's smirk grew as he took notice of the small smile on your lips. It was a little odd how something as simple as your favorite color could get you to relax, even if only for a moment.

He took a small step closer, his eyes fixed on you. "I should've figured you were a fan of the ocean, you give off the same vibe as it, all calm and peaceful."

That was oddly romantic. In a weird way of course. The words caused your brows to furrow gently, your face warming up just a tad bit. You were too busy studying his face to dart your eyes away nervously anymore.

"You like to surf right?" you asked without realizing, silently congratulating yourself for actually making conversation.

JJ was a bit surprised that you actually initiated conversation, asking him a question. It wasn't the most complex question, but it was something. He liked it. More than he cared to admit.

He nodded, a smile tugging at his lips again. The question was a pretty obvious one, everyone knew he lived and breathed for surfing.

"Yeah, love it. Nothing beats the feeling of riding those waves. You surf?"

Your expression teetered between 'yes' and 'no', a gentle shrug accompanying your ambiguous smile. "I like to do it on the pavement," you mumbled, the words slipping out clumsily. What you meant to say was that you loved skating—gliding over concrete as surfers ride the waves. But the explanation tumbled awkwardly from your lips, causing a flush of embarrassment to warm the tips of your ears as you realized how silly you might have sounded.

JJ raised an eyebrow, a look of curious confusion on his face. He tried to make sense of the answer you gave, trying to figure out what the hell you meant.

He scratched his head, looking at you like you grew a second head. But then, the pieces clicked into place. "Pavement... You mean skateboarding, mouse??"

You nodded in embarrassment, adjusting your glasses. You loved to surf but preferred skating. It helped you get to places given you were scared of driving. Another normal teenage personality trait.

JJ tried to hide his smirk at your admission of liking to skateboard. It was pretty cute to imagine you all decked out in pads and a helmet, rolling around on a board. He could only imagine how much you probably sucked at tricks, given how anxious you were all the time.

He chuckled, a playful tone in his voice.

"You must be quite a sight, mouse. On wheels."

"I've been skating since i was 8." you stated, more to add to the conversation than to counter his teasing comment.

JJ's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He didn't expect you to have been skating for so long. He almost let out a scoff at the fact that you could be good at something and yet so bad at talking to people.

"Damn, that's a long time. You must be a pro by now, huh?"

You nodded silently, a bit smug at the compliment about being a pro. You were awfully proud of your skating skills. And your painting and photography ones. It seemed the only skill you didn't have was talking to people.

JJ watched your nod, noticing the hint of smugness on your face. For some reason, seeing you acting like that amused him, and he smiled at how proud you seemed to be about your skills.

He had a feeling that you were really skilled at your hobbies, after all, they were probably the only way you actually interacted with the world, given how shy and quiet you were around people. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at you. "I bet you're like a pro skater girl, huh mouse?"

You smiled shyly, pursing your lips together. You shifted on your feet once again. You kinda liked how he went with the fact that you struggled to speak and just understood what you were trying to say without having to say a word. It was oddly intimate.

JJ's gaze softened as he saw your shy smile. He could tell that you were slightly more comfortable now, your body language was less tense and your eyes didn't dart away as much as they did before.

He leaned against the edge of the desk, his arms still crossed over his chest, watching you intently. He didn't speak for a moment, just taking in your features, the way your hair framed your face, how your glasses sat on your nose, the way your lips pursed when you were nervous. He couldn't believe that he didn't notice how pretty you were before. Sure, you were the shy, quiet, nerdy girl, but you were actually beautiful, your eyes sparkling behind your glasses the eyeshadow you were wearing and the mascara accentuating them. He shook his head slightly, trying to get rid of the thought.

After a few seconds, he spoke up again, his voice softer than it usually was.

"You know, mouse, I can tell you're better at your hobbies than you are at talking to me."

You looked down for a second, furrowing your brows thoughtfully before raising your eyes again. It was true, you were, funnily better at skating or painting or photography than talking to people. It had always been a problem for you no matter how talented you were. Your expression was back to embarrassed, but your smile still tugged at your lips.

JJ took note of your furrowed brows, sensing the internal struggle you were having. He couldn't help but wonder what was going on in your head, why you were so damn quiet all the time.

He pushed himself off of the desk, taking another step closer to you. The urge to try and get you to open up was growing stronger, even if he knew that wouldn't happen easily. "You're really bad at communication, you know that?"

JJ's statement wasn't meant to be mean or rude, he was merely stating a fact. He didn't understand how someone could be so bad at something as simple as talking, yet be so good at other things. He took another step closer, now only a few inches away from you. He looked down at you, his eyes studying your face intently.

"You act like you'll pass out if you speak more than ten words per minute, mouse." he murmured tenderly.

You scoffed, shrugging as you adjusted your glasses. You just couldn't allow yourself to speak sometime. It was like, you would rather come off as quiet and mute than awkward and an stuttery mess.

JJ chuckled at your reaction, finding it somewhat endearing that you would scoff instead of denying his observation about your lack of communication skills. It was strange, he never thought someone could look so cute trying to argue or look offended.

He reached out, gently pushing your glasses back into place when you adjusted them. The gesture was a bit more intimate than he had intended, but he didn't pull away, letting his fingers linger near your face for a moment longer. "You really are a shy mouse, aren't you?"

You froze up a little as he adjusted your glasses for you. Your brows raised and your expression probably resembled one of a scared bunny in front of a truck. You felt like it. It was embarrassing how shy you could be and how much JJ affected and brought it out of you.

JJ noticed the way you froze up when he touched your glasses, and he couldn't help but find it adorable how much you reacted to such a small gesture. It was as if his presence alone was enough to fluster you.

He leaned in a bit closer, his voice low and a hint of a smirk on his lips. "Whoa there, mouse, don't go passing out on me now..." he teased lowly, the tip of his nose grazing yours.

The closeness of your faces caused your breathing to stutter in your chest. Your brain was malfunctioning, your eyes drifting to his lips. For a second there you thought he was gonna kiss you. Now, you were desperately racking your mind for something smooth to say, but coming up blank.

The more you blushed and fidgeted, the more amused JJ was. He couldn't hold back his smirk, seeing how flustered you were just from his touch and his words. It was like poking a shy puppy.

He let his hand fall gently from your ear, his fingers briefly brushing against the flushed skin of your cheek before dropping back down to his side.

"What's the matter, mouse? Cat got your tongue?"

'Wow. We were now venturing into making puns about my quietness, even including my nickname I'd earned for that very reason'. It felt oddly intimate--but then again, everything seemed intimate to you given the overwhelming love you were carrying for JJ.

You let out a small, amused laugh at his joke. It was a soft sound, almost inaudible. A genuine reaction that warmed you from the inside out. The corners of your lips curved upward ever so slightly, betraying the swell of emotion you felt but rarely expressed. JJ's eyes flickered with a hint of satisfaction at your response, a subtle spark that made your heart skip.

JJ's smile widened a bit as he heard your laugh, if it could even be called that. It was more of a quick exhalation through your nose, but it was still a laugh, and that caught him off guard just like the other times he heard it. You found him funny.

But it was a pleasant surprise, it made him want to hear more, and soon enough he was trying to think of something else to say to get a reaction out of you.

He leaned down, his voice dropping to a low, almost whisper. "Is that why you don't talk much? You think you're gonna stutter or make yourself look like an idiot?"

You nodded in affirmation of his assumption, "It's hard for me to speak sometimes.."

JJ studied your face again, his brows furrowing slightly.

He could see the discomfort in your expression, the way your lips pouted and your cheeks flushed was almost involuntary. If you really struggled to talk as much as you did, no wonder you were so shy and quiet all the time, being forced into situations where you were expected to speak must be hell.

He shook his head, a look of slight irritation on his face.

"That's bullcrap, mouse."

He reached out without warning, resting one hand on your shoulder, his fingers gently squeezing the fabric of your shirt.

"You're smart, I know you are. I've seen it. You're just too damn afraid of saying the wrong thing, that's all."

He leaned in even closer, his voice dropping even lower, almost to a murmur now.

"But you gotta just tell your damn brain to shut up and your mouth to talk. You're overthinking it, mouse."

The small gestures of squeezing your shoulder was so sweet it made you almost sick with butterflies. The way he squeezed your shoulder, so hesitant, it made you feel like he was genuinely trying to comfort you, instead of just a mindless physical touch like he usually did to get into girls' pants.

You didn't know what he meant by smart, and the fact that he'd seen it. But your brain was too focused on the warmth of his big hand and his soft and reassuring compliment that you didn't think twice about it. "Okay." you murmured back nodding gently

JJ felt something tighten in his chest as he took in your response, nodding like it was as easy as flipping a switch. It wasn't, he knew that from his experiences with you, but he didn't want to discourage you.

He knew he should pull his hand away, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to move it just yet. He was too focused on the way your shirt felt, the warmth of your skin where his fingers made contact. "Promise me you'll try, mouse."

"I'll try it. Promise." you found yourself promising. Even though it wasn't that easy. You both seemed to know it. And you were suddenly curious why did he care? I mean you weren’t exactly friends. You were the girl that had been following him around secretly and pining after him and he was just the oblivious love interest. It didn't make sense.

JJ took in your promise, his heart feeling tighter at the way you said it, as though his opinion meant something, as though he mattered to you. He knew he shouldn't care either about someone like you, yet his hand lingered on your shoulder, and he had no plans of moving it.

He couldn't deny that there was something different about this moment, something almost tender and intimate, and he didn't want it to end just yet.

"Good, mouse. That's all I ask." His fingers continued to grip your shoulder, his thumb gently tracing a small line back and forth through the fabric of your shirt.

"And if you start to panic or overthink just.. Say the first thing that comes to mind, no thinking about how stupid it sounds."

He realized that he probably didn't need to give you actual advice, but it came out anyway, he wasn't quite sure why.

"When i panic i go silent." you realized, that even though your sentence was to counter his advice in a way, you had actually done what he said. That was the first thing that came to mind and for some reason you just said it. Very easily.

JJ raised his eyebrows slightly at your response, realizing how easily the words came out.

He chuckled softly, a mix of surprise and amusement in his voice.

"And there you go, mouse. That wasn't so bad now, was it?"

He gently squeezed your shoulder again, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction, as though he had just solved some kind of complicated puzzle.

"I guess not." you chuckled weakly, adjusting your glasses as a way to distract yourself from the feeling his small and gentle shoulder squeeze gave you.

JJ's eyes followed your hand as you adjusted your glasses again, noticing how your action seemed to be more of a nervous tick than a necessary adjustment.

He smirked, leaning closer as he spoke in a low voice.

"You know, mouse, you've adjusted your glasses like ten times already. You're gonna break them if you keep touching them like that."

"I don't see any glasses on your face, for you to know." you narrowed your eyes, the smile still tugging at your lips. A casual teasing comment? wow we are making so much progress here.

JJ raised an eyebrow at your suddenly snarky comment. He was taken aback by the change in your demeanor, but he couldn't deny that he liked it. He didn't expect you to be the type to dish back at him, but you proved him you were full of surprises.

He kept his hand on your shoulder, not budging an inch, letting your words sink in. Then he chuckled. "Wow, mouse. Someone's feeling feisty today, huh?"

You found your self grinning almost like an idiot at his teasing, knowing he meant no harm with it. Your grin was followed by a soft chuckle, your eyes shifting their focus between his own.

JJ found himself unable to look away from your eyes as you chuckled and grinned. He was used to girls blushing and squeaking at his words, but you had completely caught him off guard.

He squeezed your shoulder again, his fingers gently pressing into the fabric of your shirt. He felt a strange sensation in his chest that he couldn't quite explain.

Your expression was almost one of awe as you stared up at him, still grinning slightly, but it was a bit softer now. You shifted on your feet once again, for the first time in your life not stepping away when someone was that close. You knew he wouldn't try to kiss or do anything although a part of you still wanted it. It felt nice to just be.. close.

The way your expression softened as you looked up at him caught JJ off guard even more. He could see the hint of awe in your eyes, the way your grin became softer, less cheeky.

He was used to girls either blushing or pushing him away when he got close, but you didn't do either. You just stayed still, letting him keep his hand on your shoulder, even though he should've pulled away long ago. He felt a strange warmth in his chest as he looked down at you, his fingers still gripping your shirt's fabric.

JJ swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling dry for some reason. Normally he would've pulled away by now given that the seven minutes were probably over, gone to get a beer and look for someone to distract him from whatever the hell was going on in his head. But something kept him rooted to the spot, his hand not moving from your shoulder, his eyes refusing to pull away from your face. This felt so much better than making out with a stranger and he was surprised at the thought.

He opened his mouth to make a joke, some smartass comments to break the tension, but no words came out. He just stared down at you, speechless for the first time in his life.

Although your phone's ring tone seemed to match your personality in a strange way, the sound of the song 'show me how' by men i trust playing so suddenly caught you and JJ both off guard despite the soft sounding song.

You fumbled to pluck your phone from your back pocket, almost dropping it from how startled you were, glancing at the screen to see Maisy's name on your screen. 'Of course she'd interrupt right now' you groaned internally as you picked up the call hesitantly.

JJ felt like he had been snapped out of a trance after your phone rang, the sudden sound making him jump slightly as he watched you fumble to pull it out of your pocket.

He took a small step back, taking his hand off your shoulder as you answered the call, a small frown on his face. He knew it was probably Maisy, but he couldn't help feeling a twinge of irritation.

He leaned against the wall, folding his arms across his chest as he waited for you to finish your call. He couldn't make out what Maisy was saying on the other end, but he could tell by the sound of her voice that she was probably asking why you weren't around.

He rolled his eyes at the thought of her constantly checking up on you, like some overprotective mother. He knew she meant well, but it was still irritating.

"No... what? I'm not making out with him Maisy... don't be stupid... I'll be out in a bit." you mumbled as Maisy overwhelmed you with a barrage of questions, which you didn't answer. You only answered the last one, which was more excited and bubbly than the others and you were still a bit bitter she put you in the awkward situation of having to play the stupid game in the first place.

JJ couldn't help but overhear some of the conversation, although it was difficult to make out most of what was being said on the call. He heard you quickly deny making out with him, which made him smirk to himself.

He leaned his head back against the wall, his gaze drifting down to you as you hurriedly answered Mimsy's questions. He couldn't help but feel a hint of annoyance at the way Mimsy was clearly looking out for you, too much if you asked him.

You hung up after a few more minutes of Mimsy speaking and you just humming in response, stuffing your phone back in the back pocket of your shorts. You raised your gaze up to his, the awestruck expression coming back slowly as you expected him to say something regarding your interruption or anything.

JJ held your gaze for a long moment, his eyes studying your expression. He could see the awestruck look slowly returning as you met his gaze, and it only lasted for a brief moment before he finally spoke up.

"Let me guess, Maisy was wanting to check up on you and make sure I wasn't mauling you alive or something." which was funny because Maisy was asking you the complete opposite.

"Well our 7 minutes were up 23 minutes ago... apparently." you grimaced at the last part of the statement, surprised it had been 30 minutes since you stepped in the room. Time passed so quickly

JJ let out an exasperated sigh as you mentioned the 7 minutes being up so long ago. He pushed off the wall, shaking his head.

"Of course she was timing it. Why am I not surprised."

He stepped closer to you again, a slight irritation in his expression.

"She probably thinks I'm taking advantage of you or something."

"No... she thought we were... uh, making out." you stuttered, smiling awkwardly.

JJ froze in his steps as you revealed what Mimsy had actually said. A mix of shock and disbelief washed over his face, and he couldn't help but let out a disbelieving chuckle. "Making out? Seriously?" He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. That was an obvious assumption, given that was the whole point of '7 minutes in heaven'. Still, he was annoyed at the fact that she had interrupted.

"Well.. we've been here for 30 minutes and.. that's the whole point of you know.. 7 minutes in heaven?" you adjusted your glasses, letting out a small awkward laugh. Maisy was convinced the two of you got up to more than kissing since you were gone for so long.

JJ rolled his eyes at your response, unable to refute your reasoning. You were right, after all. It was a game about making out, and here he was just holding your shoulder like an idiot.

He stepped closer again, his gaze meeting yours. "Yeah, yeah, I guess you're right. But Maisy has a one track mind, she always does make assumptions about things."

You shook your head in agreement, looking down thoughtfully. JJ watched you as you looked down, the silence between you growing longer. He felt a strange tension in the air, and he found himself unsure of what to say or do next. He shifted on his feet, his fingers itching to reach out and touch you, but he held himself back.

He cleared his throat, trying to break the tension. "So... what now, mouse?"

"I guess we go back to the party... your friends are probably looking for you." you hummed, looking up and shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

JJ nodded in agreement, knowing that his friends were probably wondering where he had disappeared to.

"Yeah, they're probably wondering what's taking me so long." He paused for a moment, his gaze falling on you again, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

"Guess the game's over, huh?"

"Yeah... sorry if it wasn't what you expected." you apologized softly, fidgeting with the frame of your glasses.

JJ's chest tightened a bit at your apology. He couldn't believe you had actually said sorry for not making out with him.

He shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Don't apologize, mouse. This was...unexpected, but not in a bad way. I didn't mind that we didn't make out."

'Yeah but you're supposed to.' You didn't understand why he didn't just come here with a girl who would've actually made out with him instead of staring at him and stuttering over her words like an idiot.

You hummed, a small smile tugging at your lips as you looked up at him, nodding in a way that said thanks. You were glad he accepted to just talk, despite him doing most of the talking.

JJ could see the hint of confusion in your eyes, and he knew you were wondering why he hadn't just come in here with someone else, someone who would have actually played the game the way it was intended.

He found himself not really understanding why he had agreed to the game in the first place, and why he stayed in here for nearly an hour just talking to you.

He chuckled softly, shoving his hands into his pockets. "So, you gonna tell Mimsy we didn't make out?"

"She knows... it's not my thing to just... makeout with people." you mumbled, looking down in embarrassment.

JJ saw the way your face flushed red as you admitted that you weren't into making out with random people, and he couldn't help but find it endearing. It was a stark contrast to the usual types of girls who threw themselves at him.

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Not your thing, huh? So what is your thing then, mouse?"

You shrugged, forcing yourself to look up at him. You couldn't see yourself just making out with random people and then just moving on. Besides you've been in love with the same guy for almost half of your life. You were destined to be a loser who was attached emotionally to someone who had no idea she existed like a week ago.

JJ watched you shrug, sensing a hint of hesitation in your expression. It was clear you weren't the type to just go making out with anyone, and he found it...refreshing. Most girls he had been with were usually quick to jump into his arms, no questions asked.

He took a step closer to you already missing being close to you, a smirk on his lips. "You don't do casual making out?"

You shifted in a way that basically said 'kind of', a small tight smile tugging at your lips. Of course you needed an emotional connection to have your first kiss. It was ridiculous to think about something else for yourself. And you were attached emotionally to someone who probably never needed one in the first place to make out or hook up with a girl. How ironic.

He chuckled softly at the way your body language confirmed his suspicions. He knew you were the type who needed an emotional connection to be physically intimate with someone.

He paused for a moment, his mind flickering back to the countless girls he had made out with at parties or hook-ups, girls he couldn't care less about in the morning. He couldn't help but feel a small pang of regret, realizing how different his own approach to intimacy was.

He looked down at you, his gaze softening as he saw the hint of vulnerability in your expression. He suddenly felt a pang of guilt at the thought of his past behavior, especially after seeing how different you were. He took another small step closer, his voice softer this time.

"You know, it's not a bad thing to want that emotional connection before being physically intimate with someone."

'Yeah but it's hard when the person you're in love with doesn't reciprocate your feelings. Unrequited love is a bitch,' you thought.

You hummed, looking up and sighing, nodding towards the door of the room you were both still in, away from the loud party. You weren't exactly thrilled to go out there but the thought of just staying here... it was way too vulnerable and he probably wanted to go back to the party anyway.

He followed your gaze to the door, knowing that the party was still going on outside. He could hear the sound of music and shouting, but he found himself not wanting to leave just yet.

'Just a few more minutes...' he thought to himself, his gaze returning to you. "Yeah, we should probably head back out there." He knew he should be eager to go back to the party, to find another girl and have a good time. But for some reason, he was reluctant to leave your side.

He hesitantly took a few steps towards the door, stealing one last glance back at you.

"You ready to go back out there, mouse?" He waited for you to respond, part of him hoping you would say no.

You found yourself shaking your head no despite following behind him awkwardly, a small frown on your face as you stayed silent. Of course not. But you weren't gonna tell him you were planning on just hiding away in the bathroom like a loser.

JJ's eyebrows raised slightly as he saw you shake your head no. For a moment, he hesitated, his hand on the door handle.

"No? You're not coming back out with me?"

He turned to face you fully, a mixture of surprise and curiosity on his face. He had expected you to say yes, to agree that you should both return to the party.

You nodded, signaling that even though you weren't thrilled about it, you were in fact going back to the party. You were gonna try and find Maisy and maybe just maybe have a drink. That could help probably. What could go wrong?

JJ studied your face for a moment, his gaze lingering on your expression. He could tell there was more to it than you were letting on, but he didn't press the issue.

"Alright, if you say so."

He reluctantly led the way out of the room and back into the loud and rowdy party. The sound of music and laughter filled the air, and JJ scanned the room and the crowd for Maisy since he didn't just wanna leave you all alone. He found her standing by the drinks table, sipping on a red solo cup.

Your brain was instantly assaulted by the myriad of sounds and different conversations happening all at once. Once you stepped out, your eyes scanned the room too, noticing Maisy by the drinks table. You turned to JJ, pointing to your best friend, silently telling him that you would be going back to her in a few.

JJ nodded in understanding as you pointed towards Mimsy, signaling that you would be heading back to your friend. He knew that you preferred to be around someone you were comfortable with, especially in a crowded and noisy environment like this.

His gaze followed you as you began to make your way over to Maisy, his hands still shoved in his pockets. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should leave you alone or stick nearby.

You glanced back at him, giving him a small wave and a small smile as you made your way back to Mimsy. That was the least you can do, given you just acted like a weirdo in the room for 30 minutes.

JJ watched you walk away, a faint smile on his face as you gave him a wave and a sweet smile. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself, realizing that despite your shy demeanor, you were actually quite friendly.

He turned away, heading over to where his friends were gathered in a circle near the stairs. But his mind was still preoccupied with thoughts of you, and he found himself stealing occasional glances in your direction from across the room.

As soon as you reached Maisy she squealed in excitement, wrapping her arm around your shoulder in a side hug earning a small grin from you. Maisy's sudden excitement was infectious as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a side hug. You couldn't help but grin at her eagerness, feeling a sense of comfort in her presence.

She looked at you with a wide grin on her face, pulling away slightly to speak. "So? How was it? Did you two kiss?"

"I told you... we didn't kiss." you sighed, frowning to yourself.

Maisy groaned in disappointment, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Why not? You were in there for like an HOUR."

She looked at you with a mix of curiosity and annoyance, clearly expecting something more exciting to have happened.

"It was 30 minutes!" you protested, shrugging, "i got scared.. and he said we don't have to makeout... "

Maisy raised an eyebrow, a small smirk on her face. "You got scared? And he said you didn't have to makeout? That's not very JJ-like."

She leaned in a bit closer, her voice lowering to a whisper.

"Did you two at least talk or anything? Or was it just... awkward silence?"

"Yes we talked... well in my own way of talking to someone when I'm nervous beyond belief." you confirmed, smiling to yourself softly.

Maisy studied your expression as you confirmed that you had talked with JJ. Your small smile and the soft look in your eyes caught her attention.

She couldn't help but grin, a spark of curiosity in her gaze.

"What do you mean by 'in your own way of talking to someone'? Did you stutter? Or say something embarrassing or weird?"

"No...! it was just... well he was doing most of the talking." you grimaced awkwardly, leaning against the drink table.

"He wasn't cocky... he seemed like he was actually thinking before speaking to me. Like I'd get scared and bolt out of the room.." you chuckled gently, "which i asked to do..."

Maisy snickered, a knowing look on her face. "Ah, so JJ did most of the talking, huh? Typical."

She took a sip from her red solo cup, eyeing you carefully. "And let me guess, he probably just made jokes the whole time and was being his usual cocky self?"

"He wasn't cocky... he seemed like he was actually thinking before speaking to me. Like I'd get scared and bolt out of the room.." you chuckled gently, "which i asked to do..."

Maisy's eyebrows rose slightly in surprise at your words. JJ, not being cocky? That didn't sound like the JJ she knew. And him actually filtering himself to not scare you? That was even more surprising.

She took another sip from her cup, mulling over your statement.

"He wasn't cocky? And he actually was being careful with his words around you? That's... unexpected. And kind of sweet, actually"

"He gave me advice about talking to people and kept his distance not to like startle me with physical contact.. i don't know, he seemed like he was careful around me." you looked down thoughtfully your mind drifting to when you were both just staring at each other while he held onto your shoulder, "he placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it comfortingly..." you quipped up as if it was some sort of big deal.

Maisy's eyes widened slightly as you recounted the moment when JJ had placed a hand on your shoulder, her lips curling into a small smile. "Wait, he squeezed your shoulder? Like, to comfort you?"

She couldn't help but tease, her words dripping with playful sarcasm. "Oh, wow, how romantic. How'd you manage not to swoon at his gesture?"

"Don't remind me... i probably looked like a lovesick idiot staring up at him." you groaned squeezing your eyes shut.

Maisy snickered, thoroughly enjoying your embarrassment. "Oh, you definitely looked like a lovesick idiot. I can just picture it. Big, moony eyes staring up at him, practically swooning at his every move." She continued to tease, taking another sip from her cup.

You groaned once again at her teasing, growing more embarrassed by her description. "He probably thinks I'm a weirdo who can't speak to humans to save her life... "

Maisy chuckled, shaking her head. "Nah, I doubt he thinks you're a weirdo. If anything, he probably thinks you're cute and a bit awkward. Most guys find that endearing."

She gave you a reassuring smile, sensing your embarrassment.

"He does not think I'm cute. If anything he probably thinks I'm strange!" you whisper shouted at her, leaning in so she could hear you over the party music "remember i told you we talked on the beach the other day... he found me taking a picture of a seagull eating a french fry. So embarrassing."

Maisy's eyes widened in surprise at your revelation, a smirk appearing on her face. "He found you taking a picture of a seagull eating a french fry? That's hilarious, but also kind of adorable in a weird way." She leaned in closer to you, her voice tinged with mischief.

"Did he make fun of you for it? Or did he just stand there silently, probably thinking you were the biggest dork he's ever met?"

"No... he was interested in my photography, actually... i ended up showing him my pictures of the starfish too.." You nodded almost smugly, recalling how good those pictures were, "although i was careful not to accidentally show him the pictures i took of him secretly. " you added, the feeling of being creepy stirring in your stomach again "i feel like a stalker Maisy.."

Maisy tilted her head, intrigued by your revelation.

"He was interested in your photography? That's unexpected. I figured he'd just make fun of you for taking pictures of a seagull eating a french fry."

She raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in her voice. "You didn't accidentally show him any of the secret pictures of him, right?"

"Which brings me to my point..! If he ever... in like a parallel universe decided he liked me.. how would i explain that I've been taking pictures of him secretly for 8 years? That just wouldn't work. I think i should just kill myself.." you rambled, gesturing wildly, your expression growing more agitated as you completely disregarded her question and statement.

"Oh, for pete's sake, stop being so dramatic."

Maisy chuckled, rolling her eyes at your exaggeration. "Okay, you've been taking secret pictures of him. So what? It's not like you're some creepy stalker. You're just a girl with a crush who doesn't know how to express her feelings without a camera."

"Yeah but... i dunno how I'd feel if someone was taking pictures of me without me knowing!" you raised your brows at her, "Maisy seriously... i need to disappear." you deadpanned, fingers reaching up to adjust your glasses which were askew from gesturing wildly.

Maisy shook her head, a stern look on her face.

"No, you do not need to disappear. And stop being so hard on yourself. It's not like you're some freak or something. You just have a secret crush on JJ, and taking pictures of him is your way of expressing that."

She paused for a moment, a sly smile forming on her lips. "And let's be honest, he's not a bad subject to photograph. He's handsome, after all."

You groaned more dramatically, throwing your head back in mock despair. Maisy was always the kind of friend who just kinda... enabled you. In everything really, not just your weird crush for JJ Maybank. "He is handsome... like sometimes it makes me wanna cry and scream. It's so unfair how perfect someone can be." you grumbled, "and i have no chance whatsoever. No chance."

Maisy couldn't help but smirk at your dramatic reaction, enjoying how easily you could be riled up when it came to JJ.

"You're being way too hard on yourself, you know. And you don't know for sure that you don't have a chance. Maybe JJ isn't as unattainable as you think."

She took a sip from her cup, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"Maybe he actually likes you back, but just hides it really well because... well, he's JJ."

"Look at him," you murmured, your gaze lingering on JJ. "He's the very definition of an American heartthrob. Why would a guy like that ever be interested in someone like me? It's ridiculous."

You nodded subtly towards JJ, who sat across the bustling room, the warm glow of ambient lights casting a golden sheen on his features, his hair falling over his eyes in a messy yet perfect way. He was surrounded by his Pogue friends, their laughter melding with the hum of the party. His carefree smile and easy laughter only accentuated the effortless charm he exuded. The way he leaned back, casually engaging with those around him, made him seem almost untouchable—a living embodiment of every teenage dream.

"Besides, he doesn't even know I exist," you sighed, a mix of longing and resignation threading through your voice. "He barely knew I existed until about a week ago when I got locked in a closet with him accidentally for twenty minutes."

The memory sent a flush to your cheeks—a confusing blend of embarrassment and a flutter of excitement. Those twenty minutes had been a whirlwind of awkward glances and stilted conversation, the close quarters amplifying every fleeting touch and shared breath. Yet, despite the nervous tension, there had been moments when his eyes met yours, a flicker of genuine curiosity breaking through the awkwardness. But as soon as the door had swung open, reality crashed back, and he slipped effortlessly back into his world—a world that felt miles away from your own.

Maisy followed your gaze towards JJ and his friends, taking in the sight of him. He was indeed a sight to behold, with his easy confidence and charm. She chuckled at your statement.

"Yeah, he's a heartthrob, no doubt about that. But don't underestimate yourself, either. Just because you're shy and prefer to keep to yourself doesn't mean you're not worthy of his attention."

She paused, nudging you lightly. "And hey, getting locked in a closet with him for 20 minutes doesn't sound like a bad start."

"I think we've got a 'the blind leading the blind' situation here. You're being delusional. He doesn't even go for girls like me." you gestured to yourself in a self deprecating way.

Maisy rolled her eyes at your self-deprecating gesture.

"First of all, don't talk about yourself like that. You're not some sort of undesirable troll. You're cute and sweet and talented, and any guy would be lucky to have you."

She raised an eyebrow at your comment about JJ not going for girls like you. "And who says he doesn't go for girls like you? You don't know that for sure."

"I've liked him for 8 years. I seen the girls he goes for. And none of them look or act like me." you groaned, rolling your eyes.

Maisy snickered, amused by your melodramatic attitude. "So just because he's gone for a specific type of girl in the past doesn't mean he's limited to that. You never know, maybe he's got a secret thing for shy, awkward girls who take pictures of him secretly." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, enjoying the chance to tease you.

"Great. Stab me while you're at it too would you?" you deadpanned sardonically, your expression melting into one of mock irritation. "Maybe twist the knife so you would be sure?"

Maisy cackled, thoroughly enjoying your sarcastic response. She loved how easily she could rile you up when you were in a mood like this.

"Aw, don't be like that," she chimed, smirking playfully. "I'm just teasing you. And hey, who knows, maybe JJ will surprise you and turn out to be the kind of guy who falls for the shy, camera-wielding girl next door."

"Nope. Not in a million years. It's not gonna happen. I'm gonna have to get a 100 cats and die alone." you pursed your lips, shaking your head dismissively. The thought of that actually happening seemed so out of touch that it made you almost amused if not sad.

Maisy snorted at your exaggerated statement, rolling her eyes at your melodramatic tendencies.

"Oh, please. You're not going to die alone. And you wouldn't be able to handle a hundred cats anyway. They'd end up taking over your house and probably start a cat army or something."

She smiled, gently patting your shoulder in an attempt to reassure you. "You'll find someone who appreciates you, Y/n. And who knows, it might just be JJ Maybank."

"Being in love with JJ Maybank feels like what it would be like to deal with a hundred cats or even more.." you sighed, frowning to your self as you stared at JJ across the room. Your sentence was supposed to be light-hearted but it came out as love sick and yearning.

Maisy smirked at your love-sick tone, fully aware of how deep your feelings for JJ ran.

"Oh, my sweet, lovesick friend," she teased, poking you in the arm. "You've got it bad. You're practically drowning in JJ Maybank-induced cat lady delirium."

You groaned in despair, throwing your head back once more. You had it bad and it was comical. You were gonna end up carrying these feelings to your grave and have to watch him get married to someone else. What a fun way to spend your life.

Maisy chuckled at your melodramatic display, shaking her head fondly. She couldn't help but find your love-struck state simultaneously endearing and amusing. It was like watching a rom-com unfold right in front of her.

She leaned in closer to you, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know, if you keep pining after JJ like this, he's bound to notice eventually."

You gave her a withering look, your expression a mixture of despair and disbelief.

"Notice? He'll probably just laugh in my face. Or worse, he'll think I'm a creep who's been stalking him for years and collecting his chewed gum or some bullshit.." You let out a defeated sigh, imagining the worst possible scenarios in your head.

Maisy couldn't help but snicker at your self-deprecation. She shook her head gently, rolling her eyes affectionately. "Oh, please. You're not a creep. And he won't laugh in your face. He's not a complete jerk, you know."

She paused, her tone becoming more reassuring.

"And as for stalking him, well... maybe stop taking secret pictures of him whenever the opportunity arises, and he won't think you're creepo camera girl."

"But he's just so pretty... it's like he was made to exist through camera lenses." you mumbled and sighing dreamily. You studied the way he looked under the lights of the house, the way he smiled and laughed, having to lean down to talk to his friends. His hair looked so pretty, it looked like it was glowing and his eyes were twinkling when he laughed and let the small dimple in his right cheek show.

Maisy grinned at your dreamy description of JJ. Your infatuation with him was so obvious, it was practically radiating off of you. She playfully nudged you.

"Oh, my god, you are so hopeless. You're gonna end up melting into a puddle of hormones right here, right now if you keep drooling over him like that."

"I'm not drooling. I'm just.. observing. He looks absolutely beautiful, i can't believe this guy actually spent 30 minutes alone with me just to get me to talk to him and snap from my shy daze." you sighed, pouting dramatically.

Maisy rolled her eyes yet again, shaking her head at your melodramatic tendencies. "Oh, you're not drooling, you're just admiring the beauty and perfection of JJ Maybank to the extreme. Totally normal behavior."

She chuckled and patted your shoulder, her tone filled with exaggerated disbelief. "Yeah, imagine that. A guy actually spending time to talk to you and make you feel comfortable. How shocking."

"I'm going for a smoke.." you shrugged her hand off your shoulder, waving a hand dismissively in her face.

Maisy let out a dramatic gasp, feigning offense at your dismissal. She placed a hand on her heart, faking heartbreak.

"You're going for a smoke? Just like that? No dramatic declaration of your unrequited love for JJ first? No fainting spell? No tears?"

She smirked, winking at you. "Just a casual, 'I need nicotine, and I need it now'?"

"I hate you Maisy." you shot her a faux glare, weaving through the crowds of people to reach the back door of the house, passing by JJ and his friends while you did so, suppressing the urge to glance at him.

Maisy let out a playful laugh, her eyes glimmering with mischief. Watching you make your way through the throng of party-goers, she couldn't help but smirk. As you passed by JJ and his friends, Mimsy noticed JJ's eyes linger on your form for a moment, before snapping back to whatever conversation he was engaged in with his friends.

She chuckled to herself, shaking her head. "Denial, denial, denial..."

Meanwhile, JJ's conversation with his friends had been interrupted by your passing. He found himself involuntarily stealing a glance in your direction, his eyes narrowing slightly. As you continued towards the door without acknowledging him, a hint of disappointment flickered across his face, quickly masked by a casual smirk as he turned his attention back to his friends.

Reaching the back door you let yourself take a deep breath in, the slightly cold and crisp air of the summer night soothing your overstimulated lungs. You stepped out in the small backyard, sitting down on the stone steps, bringing your cigarette pack out and fishing one to light it. You glanced up at the starry night sky, adjusting your glasses as you took a long drag of the cigarette, letting yourself relish in the feeling of the nicotine seeping into your brain slowly.

As you settled down and lit your cigarette, taking a deep calming drag, JJ, who had been in the midst of a conversation with his friends, excused himself with a casual wave of his hand. He'd been unable to keep his gaze from drifting towards you and the pull he felt to be near you was stronger than he'd expect. With an air of nonchalance, he slipped away from the group and made his way outside to where you were sitting.

He approached you silently, his hands casually shoved into the pockets of his jeans as he leaned against the wall next to the stone steps. He watched you absently staring up at the night sky as you exhaled a plume of smoke, before he finally spoke up.

"You know, those things'll kill ya."

You jumped slightly at the sound of someone speaking, side-glancing to find JJ, standing by your side. You didn't even hear him approach or see him whatsoever, your heart leaping in your throat as you stared at him silently.

JJ found a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he observed your slight jump. He hadn't meant to startle you, but watching your slightly wide-eyed, deer-in-the-headlights expression made him amused. He leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, as he casually looked down at you.

"Didn't mean to scare ya," he drawled softly, raising an eyebrow at your silent staring.

Your eyes studied his face in the dim lighting of the backyard, nodding hesitantly before ashing your cigarette and turning to take another drag. You suddenly felt like you were being the subject of god's past times, seeing you had no way of trying to compose yourself without JJ's presence suffocating you and causing you to clam up.

JJ, his charismatic smile and easy confidence. The way he effortlessly charmed everyone around him, how he seemed to command attention. Then there was you, the quiet, anxious wallflower, with an intense crush on a boy who would likely never notice your existence beyond the random awkward instances you've had.

The contrast between you and JJ was stark, and while the thought made your heart ache, it also added to the intense love that welled inside you.

As you continued to analyze JJ, your gaze tracing his features, he observed you with quiet contemplation. He was used to having girls' eyes on him and often didn't think much of it. But there was something different about the way you were looking at him. There was a mixture of fascination, shyness, and maybe even a hint of pain in your expression. It puzzled him, causing a slight flicker of curiosity to dance in his eyes.

He leaned his head back against the wall, his gaze still locked on you. "You're staring, mouse."

Your eyes darted down as soon as he said that, adjusting your glasses shyly, your sneaker digging into the grass underneath it nervously.

A small huff of laughter escaped JJ's lips as he watched you fidget under his gaze, your eyes darting back down to the ground, your shoe digging into the grass. He pushed off the wall, stepping closer to where you were sitting, closing the space between you. He sat down beside you on the stone steps, his shoulder brushing against yours, making your heart race.

He was close now, closer than before.

He could smell the faint scent of your shampoo, a combination of something sweet and floral. The way the light from inside the house illuminated your face, casting soft shadows across your features and making your eyes glitter like dewdrops.

He watched you as you fidgeted nervously, unable to keep his eyes from tracing the lines of your profile, the curve of your lips, the slope of your nose. Then he spoke, his voice quiet, yet filling the space between you.

"You still haven't answered my question, mouse."

"What was the question?" you inquired meekly a stark contrast from how you talked to Maisy just a few minutes ago, feeling a bit insecure under his intense gaze, the way those beautiful blue eyes of his roamed over your face.

JJ's smirk widened slightly as you responded, your voice soft and demure. He liked that you were quiet, shy. It was a stark contrast to the confident, outgoing girls he usually went for. And there was something about the way your voice sounded, the way your words came out almost hesitantly, that made him want to hear you speak more.

He leaned in a bit closer, his shoulder still pressed against yours, and his voice lowered to an almost whisper.

"I asked you...why were you staring at me?"

You wanted to stand up, your body tensing from him sitting down so close and leaning in to whisper, the smell of his cologne and the faint smell of weed invading your nose. Your brain felt overwhelmed, like it did when you saw JJ, but it was a hint worse, given he was now standing so close.

"I wasn't.. i was just-... i didn't mean to stare." you stuttered softly, shifting awkwardly on the step you were sitting, turning your head away to take another drag of the cigarette, hoping it will calm you down.

JJ couldn't help but chuckle at your fumbled response, your tension palpable. He found the way you reacted to his proximity both endearing and frustrating. Part of him wanted to push further, to see how flustered he could make you, but another part, a part he hadn't realized was there, wanted to reassure you, to make you feel comfortable around him.

He watched you as you tried to recompose yourself, averting your gaze and taking a drag of your cigarette. His eyes traced the movement of your hand bringing the cigarette to your lips, the way your fingers trembled ever so slightly. He shook his head slightly, a small smirk still playing on his lips.

"You're not a very good liar, mouse."

He adjusted his position, shifting himself a bit closer, his knee now touching yours. He could practically feel the tension rolling off of you. Your nervousness, your vulnerability, it was attractive in a way he hadn't experienced before.

"I think you were staring... and I think I know why."

"I don't mean to be creepy." you mumbled, not being able to stop the almost scared frown on your face. Of course he'd be weirded out. You were growing more embarrassed as he continued to stare at you and study you, his knee brushing against yours.

Your words were quiet, almost apologetic, and they tugged at something in JJ's chest. He hadn't expected you to think you were being creepy by staring at him. He was used to girls staring at him all the time, hell, he liked the attention usually. But hearing you say it, seeing the mix of embarrassment and fear on your face...it was a new feeling for him.

He chuckled softly, shaking his head.

"You're not being creepy, mouse. I've had people stare at me for a lot worse reasons than staring cause you think I'm pretty."

His tone was light, a hint of humor in his voice, but there was a subtle hint of truth to his words. He had a reputation for being a troublemaker, for getting into fights and skipping school. He was used to people staring, whispering, making judgements based on gossip and rumors.

But when you said it, it felt different. Maybe because he found himself oddly enjoying your attention, even if it made you anxious and flustered. He looked at you, studying your expression closely.

"Besides... I like it when you stare at me."

Your frown deepened as you became more flustered, avoiding gazing into his eyes. What did that mean? 'i like it when you stare at me'. You knew JJ liked the attention, it made his ego soar, and you wanted that. You wanted to command the attention and get long stares for being smoking hot and beautiful.

JJ could practically see the gears turning in your head. He could almost hear the anxious thoughts racing through your mind. He observed as your frown deepened and you avoided his gaze, his smirk growing the more flustered you got. He was enjoying watching you squirm, but there was something else there as well, something he wasn't quite used to feeling when he got attention from a girl.

He chuckled again, shifting his body a bit so that he was facing you more directly, his knee still touching yours. "Why do you look so worried, mouse?"

You shrugged mutely, raising your eyes to look into his before darting them away to put out your cigarette. You looked back at him, your frown melting away into a neutral expression, almost in awe as you pursed your lips together awkwardly.

JJ watched you as you put out your cigarette, his eyes lingering on your lips for a moment before darting back up to your eyes.

He was struck by your neutral expression, the way your frown softened into something more neutral, almost in a sort of quiet contemplation. He found himself wanting to know what you were thinking, what was going on in your head as you sat so silently next to him.

He leaned in closer, his closeness and the smell of his cologne still making you tense up. "Cat got your tongue, mouse?"

You smiled shyly at his pun. You had heard him make it before, and it amused you every time. It was endearing in a way. The way the small nickname and the phrase were supposed to be teasing and most people would take it as him making fun of you, but you found it dorky. And it gave you butterflies. Maybe he wasn't funny and you were just biased.

JJ noticed your small smile, and it tugged at something in his chest. The way your lips curled up, the way your eyes seemed to light up, it was almost intoxicating. He found himself wanting to see it again, to see you smile like that more often, to be the cause of that smile.

It was an unfamiliar feeling, this desire to make someone happy, to be the source of their joy. He'd always been more consumed with his own enjoyment and pursuits, not really caring about others too deeply. But now, with you...

He felt the need to make you smile more. He wanted to see that shy, gentle expression on your face more often. He shifted his body again, closing the space between you even more, his shoulder now pressed against yours, his knee still touching yours.

His voice was quieter now, laced with a hint of gentleness that he usually didn't use when speaking to others.

"You have a nice smile. You should do it more often."

Your smile turned more genuine without realizing. The way he said it, like he wasn't trying to charm you into a hook up or something, like he actually meant it, still holding his gaze. Your eyes narrowed slightly as if you were inspecting him closely, "thanks.. you too" you managed to speak the words at the forefront of your mind for the first time.

Your smile growing more genuine, it was like a small victory for JJ, knowing that he was the one who caused it. He continued to hold your gaze, feeling a flutter in his chest when you said that he had a nice smile too.

He was used to compliments, sure, but there was something different about the way you said it. The small, simple compliment held a weight different than the usual comments he received.

He chuckled softly, a slight pink tinged in his cheeks. "You think I have a nice smile, mouse?"

You wanted to find a way to say that, nice was understatement. That his smile was usually the subject of your pictures and that the sight of it beat every piece of scenery or painting by a long shot. But you didn't know how.. He made a casual compliment, of course you weren't supposed to respond with a lovesick rant about his smile and the way it made your knees buckle.

You looked down thoughtfully, furrowing your brows as you tried to figure out how to voice your thoughts.

JJ noticed the thoughtful expression on your face, the little furrow in your brows indicating that you were contemplating something. It amused him to see you so deep in thought over something so simple. He waited quietly, giving you time to gather your thoughts.

He found himself studying your profile, taking in your features as you gazed down at your feet, a small smirk on his lips. "What're you thinking about over there, mouse? You look like you're solving world hunger."

"Yeah... i mean, your smile is nice. Coming from a photographer." you spoke up, settling on that statement even though you wanted to say so much more, talk about his dimple and the way his eyes looked more blue when he smiled or how pretty you found him generally.

JJ's smile widened as you spoke up, your compliment making him feel a bit flattered.

Nice. Coming from a photographer. He could tell there was more you wanted to say. He could see it in your eyes that you had more to say, more thoughts swirling around in your head. He couldn't help but find that your obvious hesitancy made him feel giddy.

He looked at you, his gaze fixated on you, his smirk softening into a small, teasing grin.

"Just nice?"

"Picture worthy." you mumbled simply. 'That sounds so vague and creepy, you dumbass... you act like you can't physically say more than 3 words.' you scolded yourself internally at how dumb you sounded, wanting to facepalm but choosing not to.

JJ's smirk grew wider as you added 'picture worthy,' his ego swelling slightly. He loved the attention, and he always relished being called attractive. But there was something different about the way you said it. It wasn't a flirty compliment from some girl he had no interest in. It was quiet, sincere, like you truly believed what you were saying. He noticed your mumbled self-correction and chuckled under his breath.

He reached over, playfully ruffling your hair. He didn't know why he did it, he just wanted to feel more contact with you, to push your buttons a little bit.

"Well, I'm flattered, mouse. I'll have to remember that next time I'm having my picture taken." He smirked, his eyes holding a playful glimmer as he pulled his hand back, resting it back on his knee.

Your brows raised a little, another smile playing at your lips as he ruffled your hair. Usually you'd get uncomfortable and start stuttering about how much you hated having your unruly hair being touched, but with JJ it was like you didn't mind as long as he was making contact with you in some way.

You reached up to gently soothe your hand over the hair, to tame it, adjusting your glasses after as you raised your brows and smiled at him silently.

JJ chuckled as he watches you react to him ruffling your hair. He had expected you to get flustered or swat his hand away, but instead, you just smiled and gently fixed your hair. He found it endearing, the way you didn't get mad or annoyed. It was almost like you enjoyed having his hands on you, even in a small, subtle way.

He couldn't help but grin a bit wider as you fixed your glasses and smiled back at him. You were so quiet, yet somehow, you made his heart race. He found himself becoming acutely aware of the small space between you. The way your knee was brushing against his, the way you sat silently next to him, your soft smiles and quiet mannerisms. He felt a strange urge to say something, to break the silence, to keep the conversation going so he could continue to be close to you.

However, for the first time in his life, JJ found himself at a loss for words. He cleared his throat, trying to find something to say, anything to not let the quiet moment end.

JJ suddenly realized that the silence between you was starting to stretch on. He wasn't used to that. He was used to girls talking his ear off, trying to impress him or hoping for his attention. But you weren't like that. You were quiet, reserved, thoughtful. It was different, but he didn't mind it. In fact, he grew to enjoy it for reasons he couldn't quite explain.

He shifted his body slightly, leaning a bit closer to you, the movement making his knee press more against yours.

You bumped your knee against his gently, shifting on your spot. Your smile fell naturally as the silence stretched on, your expression turning into the same one of awe that JJ had seen a couple of times in the few instances he interacted with you. Just watching him silently

JJ watched you just as intently, noticing the way your expression changed, the way your features softened into one of quiet fascination. He couldn't help but feel a flicker of warmth in his chest as you gazed at him in silence.

He was used to being looked at by girls, to being the subject of their admiration and desire. But with you, it was different. There was something about the way you looked at him that was different from any other girl he had ever met. He felt like you were seeing him, truly seeing him

He let the silence linger for a moment longer, enjoying the feeling of having your knee pressed against his, the way you looked at him with that quiet, dreamy expression.

Eventually, he spoke up, his voice a bit shaky from the unfamiliar feeling of butterflies in his stomach.

"What are you thinking about, mouse? You're staring at me like I'm an exhibit at a museum or something.

"I'm just thinking.." you responded, surprising your self that you answered so casually, still quietly but casually.

He chuckled at your response, a hint of surprise in his expression. He was used to you being shy and awkward, but the casual way you replied to his question was a pleasant surprise, making him think you were actually taking his earlier advice. He smiled, his eyes studying your face closely. "Just thinking, huh? That's it? No specific thoughts or weird things floating around in that pretty head of yours?"

He shifted again, his knee staying pressed against yours. The small point of contact was surprisingly pleasing to him, like he couldn't get enough of it. His smile stayed in place, his eyes lingering on your face, waiting for your next response.

You shook your head in response, your smile still in place as you gazed at him, adjusting your glasses once again.

JJ noticed the small gesture of you pushing your glasses back up your nose. It was such a simple action, but somehow, it was so captivating to him. He found himself wanting to reach out and touch your face, to adjust your glasses himself just like he did back in the house, just so he could feel your skin against his fingers.

He held himself back, resisting the urge to act on the impulse, instead continuing to study your face, his smile growing a bit more.

He leaned in a bit closer, still holding your gaze, his voice a little lower, almost a whisper.

"You know, mouse, I don't think I've ever met someone who stares as much as you do. Most people get bashful or embarrassed when they stare at me for too long."

"That's my version of speaking." you stated, humming to yourself.

JJ raised an eyebrow at your response, a hint of surprise in his expression. He chuckled again, amused by your straightforward answer.

"Your version of speaking, huh? Just staring at me without saying a word, that's how you choose to communicate?"

You nodded mutely, your smile growing a little more bashful as you stared at him.

JJ found himself smiling at your shyness. He could tell that you weren't used to talking to people, definitely not to boys, especially not boys like him.

"Well, mouse, as much as I appreciate being your personal exhibit to stare at, I could use some actual conversation every once in a while, you know."

"Sorry.. i just get a lil' intimidated." you mumbled, looking down shyly.

JJ felt a pang of surprise at your unexpected admission. He hadn't expected you to say that you were intimidated by him. He was so used to girls falling all over him, trying to win his attention and approval. But this... this was new.

He softened his expression, realizing that he needed to be a bit gentler with you. Your shyness was an important part of your dynamic, but he didn't want to make you uncomfortable by over-stepping with part. "Intimidated, huh? What's there to be intimidated by, mouse?"

"Just.. speaking to people is really hard for me, sometimes." you found yourself admitting softly, looking up to meet his eyes.

JJ felt a flicker of something odd in his chest as you admitted that speaking to people was hard for you. He was used to girls confessing a different kind of difficulty with him, not an anxiety about social interaction. He desperately wanted to reassure you now, to make you feel comfortable around him. He held your gaze, his expression a little gentler. "Speaking is hard for you, huh? But you're talking to me right now."

"Why do you wanna talk to me?" you asked gently, narrowing your eyes in genuine curiosity.

JJ was caught off guard by your question. He had never been asked why he chose to talk to someone before. It was always just a given that girls wanted to talk to him, he never had to justify it.

He paused for a moment, trying to figure out how to respond. Why did he want to talk to you? He wasn't quite sure himself. Maybe it was the fact that you were shy and awkward, a stark contrast to the usual girls who chased after him. "Why do I want to talk to you? Why not?"

"People usually give up when they see i just clam up and well... stare at them quietly." you shrugged, pursing your lips together, "They think I'm rude." you mumbled, almost disappointed at the notion.

JJ was surprised by your admission. He found it hard to believe that others found you rude just because you were quiet and shy. But then again, he knew how harsh teenagers could be when they didn't understand someone.

He hummed softly, his expression becoming a bit more thoughtful. "So you just clam up and stare, huh? And people think you're rude? Just because you don't talk much?"

You nodded humming gently.

JJ shook his head incredulously. It seemed almost absurd to him that people would judge you for being a quieter person. In his experience, people usually judged him for being too loud and rowdy, not the other way around.

He tilted his head, his eyes studying your face. "That's bullshit. Just because you're quiet doesn't mean you're rude. People are just dumbasses for jumping to conclusions like that."

He paused for a moment, his eyes still locked on yours. He could sense that you were self-conscious about your introverted nature. He wanted to make you feel comfortable, to assure you that you didn't have to change who you were just to please others.

He shifted a bit closer to you, his knee still touching yours. "You know, mouse, if people can't handle a little quiet, that's their problem. I think you're fine just the way you are."

"It's a bit surprising... given you're always so... loud." you chuckled, adjusting your glasses. Suddenly, the whole thing about you and him being 2 complete opposites didn't seem so bad when he told you you were just fine the way you were.

JJ couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter at your comment. It was true, he was usually the loud and rowdy one who drew attention. In contrast, here you were, the quiet and shy one.

He smiled at you, a hint of warmth in his eyes. "Yeah, I guess we're pretty much opposite, huh? The loud and obnoxious guy and the quiet and shy girl."

He shook his head, a flicker of thoughtfulness in his expression. The realization that you two had so little in common suddenly made him appreciate your differences even more. The contrast was intriguing, it made him wonder about all the things he didn't know about you yet.

His smile broadened as he spoke again, his voice softer this time. "But hey, opposites attract, right?"

Your heart fluttered a little at his words, another shy smile creeping up on your lips. It sounded like he didn't mind at all that you were quiet, quite opposite.. he seemed to like the contrast. You nodded, shifting on the stone step a little, pressing your lips together nervously.

JJ didn't miss the way your smile turned more tender. It was a subtle change, but one he couldn't help but notice. He found it strangely endearing, the way you fidgeted nervously and shifted on your spot.

He inched a bit closer to you, his knee now firmly pressed against yours. His eyes stayed locked on your face, noticing the way you bit your lip nervously.

"You know, mouse, there's nothing wrong with being quiet. I like your silences. They're different."

He found himself becoming increasingly drawn to your quiet demeanor. In a world where he was used to girls constantly talking and seeking his attention, it was refreshing to bask in the silence with you. There was no pressure, no expectation for you to fill the air with conversation just for the sake of it.

He chuckled, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. "Besides, I can be loud enough for the both of us. You can just sit there and silently judge me until I shut my mouth, right?"

"I like how loud you are." you answered gently, your smile still tugging at your lips as you studied his face in the dim light from the moon and the light coming from inside the house.

JJ was surprised by your honest response. He was used to people telling him he was too loud, too rowdy, too obnoxious. But here you were, seemingly appreciating the very trait that most people found annoying about him.

He chuckled softly, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "Really? You like that I'm loud? That's a first. Most girls usually tell me to shut up."

"I wish i could talk that much.." you admitted, chuckling softly.

JJ was fascinated by your desire to be more talkative. It was such a stark contrast to your usual quiet demeanor. He found himself wondering if you had things you wanted to say but were just too shy to express them out-loud.

He leaned in a bit closer, his knee still pressing against yours, his eyes studying your face closely. "You wish you could talk more, huh? What would you say if you had the confidence to?"

"I dunno... just normal stuff that i can't seem to be able to say. Talk to the cashier or be able to present something in front of the class without feeling like i wanna cry." you admitted, looking down in something that almost looked like shame.

JJ was surprised by your disclosure. He didn't expect you to admit that you struggled with such simple things as talking to a cashier or presenting in class. The vulnerability in your voice tugged at his heartstrings.

He reached out, gently tilting your chin up, making you look at him. "Hey, listen to me. It's alright to feel anxious about those things. It doesn't make you any less than anyone else."

He paused for a moment, his gaze holding yours. He wanted to make sure you understood the sincerity in his words.

"You don't have to try and talk more if it's not in your nature. But if you want to, I could help you practice. We can start small, maybe some small talk with people. You can even try talking to me, I'm a big boy, I can handle it."

Your heart was torn between feeling fluttery and warm that he wanted to help you although he had no good outcome from it. Just from the kindness of his heart.

The other part felt anxious and jittery at actually asking him for help with such a basic task. it seemed too comical to you to have people help you with speaking publicly. Especially being at the age where you were supposed to be fearless and do teenage things without a care.

You smiled at him raising your brows, "Why would you do that?"

JJ found himself chuckling at your question. It amused him that you were bewildered by the idea of him wanting to help you.

He lifted a hand, running it through his messy hair. "Why? I don't know, maybe I like the idea of having a shy and quiet little mouse following me around, making me feel like a big shot by comparison."

He shrugged, a smirk on his face. "Nah, seriously though, I guess I just like the thought of you feeling less anxious about talking in public. And hey, who better to practice with than me?"

"I mean... i dunno.. we barely know each other... you know? Why would wanna help a stranger like me?" you asked chuckling nervously. You didn't want to annoy him with your questioning, but you were genuinely curious, especially the part that was hopelessly in love with him.

JJ considered your question. He hadn't really thought too deeply about his reasons for offering to help you. But now that you were asking, he found himself pausing to think about it more intently.

He ran his hand through his hair again, his smirk faltering a bit as he met your gaze. He wasn't used to having deep philosophical discussions. He usually just did things on a whim without overthinking it.

He hummed softly before answering. "I dunno, honestly. I just... want to help you, I guess. You just... you seem..."

He paused, searching for the right words to describe you. He could say that you intrigued him, that you were shy and quiet and that fascinated him, but that wasn't the whole picture. There was something more...

He took a deep breath, holding your gaze. "You just... you're different, mouse. I don't know why, but I want to get to know you better. Not just to help you speak more, but to know you more. Another friend won't hurt you, right?"

As much as you loved Mimsy, her approach with your quietness was a bit aggressive. Pushy even, at times. You were used to it, having her help you by exposing you to these things.

But JJ seemed to have another approach, and as much as it hurt to hear the word 'friend' you still felt happy that he wanted to befriend and help you. That was enough for you at the moment.

You nodded smiling at him, "okay. That sounds nice." you mumbled, shyly.

JJ's heart suddenly felt a strange flutter at your soft, shy reply. The way you smiled at him and agreed to his offer made him feel a surge of something that he couldn't quite identify. But he pushed it aside, attributing it to the novelty of having someone new to talk to.

He smiled back at you, trying to appear nonchalant. "Great. So it's settled, then. We'll work on your public speaking skills together. You and me."

It's almost funny how the term "we" can make your heart flutter, especially when followed by "you and me." Those simple words stirred something profound within you. It was a pleasant feeling, though you suspected he was helping you out of the kindness of his own heart. Your awkwardness seemed to spread to others like a silent contagion whenever you interacted with someone. As reckless as JJ was, you knew he was secretly a sweet guy, even if he didn't always show it.

Since the conversation at the party, it felt as though you'd fallen even more hopelessly in love with JJ—if that was even possible. Approaching him around town was still beyond you, but you found yourself waving or offering a shy smile from across the street whenever you "accidentally" crossed paths while seeking photography inspiration. It was a subtle shift—small and awkward—but a shift nonetheless. These fleeting interactions were like delicate brushstrokes adding color to the canvas of your boring and mundane life.

For JJ, he found the small changes in your behavior around him strange, in an alluring way of course.

The way you always made eye contact, smiled, or even waved at him when you saw him around town was a nice change of pace, and although he would never admit it, it made him feel a bit excited. It was almost like a secret game, a silent connection between you two even if you never spoke directly to each other.

The glances, the smiles, the waving... it all felt like a hidden language, an untold story that only the two of you shared. And it was addictive, in a way. JJ found himself looking forward to these little interactions, like they were precious treasures that he didn't want anyone else to discover.

He tried his best to appear nonchalant, hiding the fact that your small gestures had an effect on him. But deep down, he couldn't deny the strange flutter that they instilled in his chest.

As days turned into weeks, the small interactions between JJ and you became more frequent. He found himself looking for opportunities to bump into you, pretending to be shopping or just hanging out in places he knew you were likely to be. The excuse of helping you with your public speaking was slowly becoming less and less necessary. Even he couldn't deny it anymore.

He still tried to keep up the appearance of nonchalance whenever the two of you encountered each other, but there was a subtle change in his demeanor. A softness in his eyes.

During the rare times you actually spoke, he found himself listening intently to your soft and shy words, hanging on to them as if they were precious gems. He'd nod, smile, and even tease you occasionally, but somewhere in the back of his mind his thoughts were racing. He'd wonder to himself if you felt the same strange connection he felt.

But being the reckless person he was, he pushed these thoughts aside, telling himself it was all in his mind. After all, why would a girl like you like someone like him?

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A/N: Jeez, this one felt so long while editing, I've caught a cold and my period is close :( This song is so cute y'all, so you can listen to it while reading the story! I feel like it matches the vibe of it and if you're reading this far, don't hesitate to leave a comment with what you want to see me post after this story! love you ♡

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midnight ideas | eddie munson smut

warnings: sex, unprotected, oral (f receiving), friends to lovers, minimal plot

AN: im so down bad, but its my birthday so happy day to us all

It was midnight when you knocked on the trailer door, but you knew Wayne wasn't home, and you'd never felt bad about waking Eddie up before. He probably wasn't even sleeping. Lights flicked on and off in the windows before Eddie swung the door open, clad only in sweatpants and leaning on the door, looking a little too hot for a best friends' comfort.

But that didn't matter.

You were here to be a freak.

Here to ask something weird from your best friend, that probably crossed a line or two.

"I need a favour," you asked before any greetings were exchange. You'd biked from your house, which was far enough that you thought you looked a bit like a mess, but from Eddie's perspective you were hot as fuck. Your clothes were all unaligned, and your hair was a mess, like you knew he fantasized about threading his hair through it. "I need you to leave hickeys on my chest."

Eddie looked at you, as if waiting for you to say more. "Okay, well come in. But I'm gunna need a little more context."

"You know that guy I was seeing who just stopped calling and stopped coming by, well he's moved on already, it's been like a minute..."

"A month."

"A minute." You waved Eddie off, sitting on his couch casually like you weren't just asking your best friend to put his mouth all over you. "And I didn't even really like him but then he was like 'sure you do' when I said I have a date tonight." You scoffed and crossed your arms, rolling your eyes at the audacity of the man you had lied to.

"Did you have a date tonight?"

"Not the point."

Eddie laughed. "And you need, what? Proof?"

"Something like that."

Out of nowhere you pulled your shirt over your head, exposing yourself to him. You still had a bra on, purple and flattering, but Eddie was stunned into silence. He tried to speak, but all the words got caught in his throat, leaving him to just stare wide eyed at the presentation before him.

"Anyway, I don't want them on my neck because I don't need to broadcast this to everyone but..." you looked at Eddie who was staring at your boobs, not moving a muscle. Both of his hands placed neatly on his lap. "Oh c'mon, don't be a baby."

"I-I'm not, I just..." Eddie's eyes flashed up to your face, meeting you where you were looking at him. "You're beautiful."

You smiled. "Thanks Eds."

When he didn't move again, you swatted his hands off his lap, and you spun around to sit on his lap facing him. Your hands were on his shoulders, holding yourself steady on him. Eddie's voice was lost again, and his hands hovered in the air behind you, unsure of where to touch. Beneath you, Eddie was already rock hard, his wildest fantasies were literally falling right into his lap, but you didn't feel it yet.

"Obviously you don't have to," you said, back arching slightly into him, your bodies kept apart by only your bra. Everywhere skin connected to Eddie made your skin burn. He was warmth. He was comfort and warmth and home, and you were waiting for him to sink his teeth into you.

The threat of losing this closeness to you made him put his hands on your hips, the roughness of his skin was delicious against the softness of yours. Even touching you made his cock twitch in his sweatpants, but he was hidden behind the band.

"Just give me a second to process this baby," he said, he'd never called you that before and it made you clench, but it also made your heart flutter.

The tension of waiting for him made a knot in your abdomen build, and you felt yourself getting wet over the situation you'd put yourself in. You'd never thought about, but looking at Eddie like this, and thinking about him like this, was really making you horny. If he tried, you'd probably let him do more than kiss you.

Eddie's thumbs ran soothingly across your rib cages, looking up at you, his beautiful eyes looking at you like this made things feel different. You weren't thinking about some loser who didn't call you, you were thinking about Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. He was taking over your senses. And then he did it. He reached forward and kissed a small section of your collarbone, before gently bringing it into his mouth, sucking a sinful little kiss into this skin.

Eddie hands trailed up your back slowly, shivers replaced his heat on your body. His lips were still attached to you, sucking slowly and sweetly on your collarbone. His hands around you kept you close, preventing you from shying away, but you wanted to be close anyway. You want him to keep kissing you like this. You wanted him to kiss you everywhere.

You moved your hands to his hair, practically coddling him and keeping him close to you, tugging at fistfulls everytime he switched to a new location to kiss. You shimmied in his lap, making him bite you lightly, and grip you tighter in his hands. It may have been a warning, but you ignored it and moved again, this time moaning quietly.

"If you don't stop that you're gunna start something you can't finish," he mumbled, hands moved again, gripping your hips just tight enough to hold you still.

"You know what would really piss that guy off?" you mumbled, and Eddie flinched at the words. He didn't really want to be thinking of the other man on your mind right now. "Was if he thought you and I really did it."

"How so?" Eddie replied, but reattached himself to the soft felsh peaking out of your bra. He wasn't going to waste this opportunity.

"I don't know," you mused, but you did. "Maybe I can wear that short little skirt to school, and maybe you can leave hickeys... I don't know, on my thigh?"

Eddie froze.

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking up at you.

Your judgement was so clouded with lust for your best friend, it was pathetic.

"Please," you begged, pouting in a way you knew would make him fold.

But you didn't really need to, Eddie nodded softly and quickly, swallowing his nerves. you got off him, unbuttoning your pants and pushing them down your legs. Eddie kept staring, he discovered your lack of panties without warning, and couldn't look away from the prettiest sight he'd ever scene. You unclipped your bra saying, "Guess we might as well take this off too."

"Come here," he said, holding out his hand and gesturing you back over by curling his two middle fingers towards himself. "On the couch."

You laid down, head on the armrest, suddenly a little shy at the prospect of having Eddie kissing you between the legs.

You mean... on the legs...

Eddie was on his knees, in-between your spread legs, leaning on the back of the couch so he could lean over you a little bit. One of your legs was draped over his, and he ran his hand up it, staring at the beautiful sight until it burned into a memory he won't forget.

"Are you really sure?" he asked, "this is intimate."

"You don't have to," you said, embarassed.

"Oh, I want to." His hand stopped trailing on your hip. "But I don't want you to be uncomfortable around me later."

His voice was laced with hints of vulnerability, you could hear it. You could see the way his head hung a little lower when he said that. You leaned up, placing your lips on his for a very soft, tender kiss.

"Eddie, I always feel the most comfortable when I'm with you."

And he couldn't even process the compliment. He kissed you again, casual, as if this wasn't his first and second kiss with his best friend that he's been crushing on forever.

He scooched his knees back so he could lay down a little, lowering his head to fall between your legs. He put a hand under your knee, lifting your leg ever so gently towards his mouth, looking at you like he expected you to pull away. But you said nothing.

He kissed the soft kiss on the inside of your thigh, above your knee. You watched him, the sight of him so close to your heat was unforgettable.

Eddie sucked a little spot, the purple mark left was small and shallow. He wasn't leaving them to be seen anybody else, and you could tell. But it felt so good and you didn't care, you kinda, didn't want to share. Eddie kissed a little higher, and did the same thing. And then moved... one kiss higher. And right when you were about to ask him to kiss you, really kiss you, he switched sides, repeating them same, slow, tantalizing kisses.

Meanwhile, Eddie was going fucking insane. Your leg was in his fucking mouth. Things would never be platonic again. He had to pretend he couldn't smell how aroused, and wet you were. Had to pretend he wasn't trying to rub his dick on the couch cushions just to get an iota of relief. It was his big performance.

"Eddie..." you said, and when he looked up at your big pleading eyes, the lust coming off you in waves, he knew.

This time, he didn't stop going higher, he trailed kissed all the way up your thigh, bit your hip unexpectedly to make you gasp, and then dove into your pussy, kissing where your pussy met your mound. Eddie was kissing you like this and looking up at you with those eyes. Those fucking eyes. You moaned, the anticipation alone making you writhe.

He licked up and down your folds, letting himself taste and explore every inch. You were so wet.

He snuck his hand under his chin, teasing your hole with one proding digit. It slipped in, your walls wet, and warm, and tight, and the sensation around his finger nearly made him blow his load.

His tongue slid perfectly over your clit and you jerked, moaning sharply and bucking your hips into his face, the pleasure of it sending sparks down your thighs. He repeated the same move, using one hand to spread your lips open and take note of where he was touching. He was memorizing you. Memorizing each and every move that made you moan. He wanted to make you cum so bad. Wanted you to cum for him.

"Feels so good, Eddie."

Groaning at the sound of his name, he slipped in another finger, making you moan again. The slight stretching of learning someone knew was always your least favourite part, but turns out, you just needed Eddie. He made you feel good because he wanted to, he was happy to have his head between your legs, eating you out like he was starving, and with no promise of sex.

But you were pretty sure you were going to fuck him. If he wanted you, he could take you.

He sucked your clit again, and your walls tightened. He curled one of the fingers inside you gently, experimenting, and when you gasped, he continued on that spot, hitting it again and again and again while you got impossibly tight around his fingers, moaning and writhing like a fucking pornstar. He was so in love.

"I want to cum," you moaned, "can I? Please?"

You were asking him to cum. Eddie was dizzy. All the sensations, being squeezed, smelling you, tasting you, the delicious pain of you gripping his hair like you were going to fall... it was all too much. Too sweet. Too hot. Eddie bucked his own hips into the couch, desperate to be touched.

He pulled away just enough to growl, "you better cum on my face," and then dive back into his clitoral assault, kissing and licking it like it was the answer to his prayers.

Which really, it was.

And you came, loudly, moaning loud enough for the whole damn park to know what Eddie just did to you. Through every wave of pleaser, you and Eddie had your eyes locked on each other. This was what you really wanted. You didn't care about some prick, you cared about Eddie. It's always been Eddie.

You kept moaning as Eddie continued to massage and suck you through your orgasm, stopping only when you tried tugging him up to you. He held himself above you, letting you pull his face down to kiss him. All tongue and teeth, more desperate than anything. Eddie could love you after he fucked you. The way you looked at him, blissed out and still squirming your hips, he knew it wasn't over.

He thanked god it wasn't over yet.

"Go to my room," he said, kissing you again, taste of your sweet still on his lips. And evidence of your orgasm remained unwiped, glistening on the skin all around his mouth. You did what he said obediently, almost running to the room with him on your tail.

You started crawling onto the bed, putting your knees on the edge, but before you could climb on, a large hand pushed you into between your shoulder blades, making you land doggy style and exposing your ass and pussy to Eddie. He had taken his pants off, but really couldn't wait one more second. The bed dipped behind you, and you felt him pushing the tip of his cock against your unsuspecting cunt. You gasped, waiting patiently for him to do. The suspense of his dick slowly trailing up your folds without penetrating you was going to drive you crazy.

"Can I do it, baby?" he asked, running the tip up and down your sopping wet folds. He felt how tight you were against two fingers, he was going to be fighting not to finish fast, he knew that. "Please, beautiful, let me do it."

His dick hit the divet of your hole, and he groaned, stopping himself to wait for your answer.

"Eddie," you moaned, the feeling of him pressed against your core wasn't enough. You looked over your shoulder, glassy eyes begging for more relief. He could've blown at the sight of your cock-drunk eyes. And he hadn't even fucked you yet. "Please, fuck me."

Not wasting another second he pushed himself in, fighting playfully against the tightness of your walls. You moaned, shocked at how thick he was, but loving every second. You welcomed him in, pussy so tight and wet and fucking warm that he had to take a few deep breaths before he could fully push himself in.

He pulled entirely out, to slowly push entirely in a few times, taking his time to stretch you before doing anything harder. He said another prayer right then, a prayer that this wasn't the only time. He needed you, and you needed him. And you were already a moaning mess in his arms.

Once you were comfortable, he started really thrusting, keeping the pace steady. He had to close his eyes and take deep breaths again. Just looking at you while he hit it from behind? Too much.

Eddie slapped your ass once. And then finally looked down to see what it looks like. He loved watching your ass jiggle as he fucked you, your cheeks slamming against his abdomen.

"M-Maybe he'll see how-"

"Enough!" Eddie couldn't hear you bring up that fucking idiot one more time. "I'm gunna fuck that guy right out of your mind," Eddie grabbed one of your arms making your chest fall into the bed. He grabbed the other and held them both captive in one of his hands, and used his other hands to slap you on the ass, hard. He did it three more times, your moaning egging him on. But when you started moaning his name, repeating it over and over, he knew he had to get you there. He wouldn't last much longer, not with you intentionally squeezing your walls around him. He spanked you twice more more rough than the rest, followed by a smaller gentler tap. A small, good girl, without words.

Eddie squeezed your reddened ass cheek, as he hammered into you, but released to use his hand to grip a fistful of your hair, pushing you down deeper into the mattress. Your ass was up in the air, while Eddie fucked your pussy relentlessly. He was so deep, hitting parts of you that no one had ever touched. You wanted to praise him. You wanted to thank him for fucking you so good, and tell him how good you felt. You wanted to shower him with praises for fucking you better than anyone ever had, but the only thing that came out was a string of moan and unintelligible syllables of unfinished words.

But you didn't need to say it anyway, Eddie knew.

He could tell by the way your cunt squeezed him greedily, or everytime you caught his eye over your shoulder, glossy and pleasured, how he'd like to see you more often.

It was starting to ache how deeply he pounded you, when he suddenly let go of your hair so he could wrap an arm under you, and get his fingers on your clit. His body was pushed against yours even more, his dick staying deeper and repeatedly hitting a spot that was making you stupid. Eddie saw drool puddling at the corner of your mouth at the mattress, and your pussy dripped down both of your legs. He licked his lips at the sight. You unable to speak, drooling, moaning, and letting him have his fucking way with you.

"You're gunna cum," he said, a fact not a question. "All over this cock, fuck baby, you're so hot," Eddie was trying to keep it together but failing. He'd wanted this forever, and now that he had it, he wasn't going to last. "Are you gunna cum, baby?"

You nodded in his grip, but he held your hair tighter. He wanted to hear you. A strangled, "please," was what you managed.

"Good fucking girl, oh my god," Eddie praised, his fingers on your clit were softer in contrast to the deep pounding. The circles the rubbed over it were sensual, and hot, and going to make you explode. "Cum on my cock babe, do it." Eddie let go of your arms, and immediately they fell beside you, hands grabbing at the sheets pathetically. He grabbed one, and brought your own hand to your own clit. "And when you do," Eddie picked his pace up, gripping your hips in both hands now. "you're fucking mine."

It shouldn't have made you orgasm harder than you ever have in your life, but it did. The concept of Eddie owning your pussy all the time made you come all over him like he wanted, squeezing him so tightly that he couldn't help but bury it as deep as possible and coat your walls, holding your hips unwaveringly tight and pushing himself into you impossibly far to coax himself through his climax.

"Oh my fucking god," he mumbled, eyes closed and cock still buried deep inside you, twitching with sensitivity.

When he pulled out, you both moaned. You flipped over slowly, sitting upright on the bed.

"Eddie," you whispered, suddenly overthinking everything you just did. You couldn't lose Eddie, he was too important.

But he knew you. So he sat beside you, cooing and patting your hair. He kissed you on the cheek.

"Hey, listen," he said, scooping up a hand to hold and looking you in the eyes. His eyes were glassy from cumming so hard in you, but also filled with adoration and love. His gooey eyes could calm you from any state. Eddie encouraged you to stand, walking with you to the bathroom, hands locked tightly together. "I say we take a shower, make a snack, throw a movie on, and fall asleep. Hmm? How's that sound, petal?"

"Petal?"

"Pretty right?" He said, turning the shower on. "I figured I want something pretty, but not overdone. Babe is classic, but overdone."

"To call me?"

"To call my girlfriend," he said, you blushed but said nothing. He smiled. "Look, if you really came over here just to make some douche jealous that's fine, but... if you want me to love you, well, you already have that."

"I love you too, Eddie."

"Sorry it wasn't like, nicer." Eddie smiled at you, content to just be here with you. "For our first time, I mean."

You laughed, "no, it was perfect."

[jaythes1mp]

hii jay, i just came home and ive read your reply ! im honestly so shocked at seeing how many ppl i have inspired to write (especially since im never once satisfied with my writing) but im glad me and klemen-tine are your inspirations bec your writing is very good and (also) underrated !!

and really, the inspired fic i wanted to write based off of your "here, kitty" one is about yan! batfam x angel! reader where it mostly focuses on their obsession on both the human and non human parts of the mc. i imagine a wingspan of over 7 to 10 ft with the family's favorite activity being... preening their angel's wings since it's so oddly intimate and induces both pleasure and satisfaction on both the reader's part and theirs but in different ways because it's also a reminder of how much the family has monopolized their time. and i want the relationship to thread between romantic lines but im unsure, so before i go off track with rambling— it just reminds me so much of your fanfic and i love it when other writers do non-human portrayals of the mc because theres so much potential for obsessive nature and just what truly is your identity; a human? a monster? or a pet for them to cherish?

anyways, i have so many ideas for your here, kitty fic and altho i haven't read the second part yet, ive been thinking about something similar to the idea i pitched above wherein one of their means of inducing you to a... relaxed state is through the means of your more animal-like features. it's sometimes even so effective that even you aren't aware of just how much they truly know about you; they don't even need to drug you at all, silly!

imagine, despite being in your human form, you retain your animal instincts. threatening dick with sharp fangs and a bite to his shoulder the moment he tries to tackle you with a cuddle leads to him finding that one very pleasure-inducing itch in your head that you couldn't quite scratch no matter what form you don. his hands meticulously run through your scalp, up and down motions, fingers exerting enough effort to repeatedly scratch that spot.

"that's a good kitty..." he mutters above your head, a wobbly smile forming on his face at just how... adorable you are. even your tail rhythmically thumps at how good you feel. see? why even try to fight him when you could settle for something way better...?

it just shows how you really are meant to be cooped up and pampered by them.

you don't know how he knows where, how, why he decided to do just that— but it works... despite your previous ministrations, you melt like jelly against his muscled body and allow his left arm to lock on your waist, the right one refusing to budge from stroking the locks of your hair. soon enough, you're purring, shivering against his body and ignoring the hastened beats of dick's heart against your ear, head conveniently laid on top of his chest and your body now on top of dick's seated form on the couch.

how he managed to effortlessly distract you from his travel from standing to sitting, you don't know. how he knows all the right spots to touch you, you don't also know.

and actually, you don't care. not when he continues to pleasure you with his love-filled patting. his left hand even started to stroke against the skin of your back— and all of a sudden, you feel that buzz of your goosebumps. the only sound left that echoes throughout the room are your purring and dick's heartbeats.

you close your eyes and bite your lips to prevent any of your whimpers from spilling out of your mouth.

for now, you tell yourself, you'll let him win this time.

deep down, you know it's a lie.

not when they've already won.

from me to you: happy bday again! hope you enjoy this short scenario i pulled out of my ass. it's been some time since i have written something but i hope this suffices! ^^

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WOAHHHHHH DUDE!!!!

I really really love it, thank you💚

Can I write something based off of this in one of my future chapters??

Also, the Angel reader idea is epic. If you ever write anything further on it please definitely @ me🙏 or if you don’t want to I’d for sure write it.

I apologise for the late reply, I wanted to wait till my birthday to read it💚💚

You can’t even tell that you went on break, man. It’s so epic💚💚💚💚

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Welcome, welcome! I'm the owner of this blog, "A"! Let's start off with some basic stuff and then the stories!

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Anyways! On to the important stuff!

I'm a writer, so I make stories! There is a masterpost below the next divider for them. If a character's name is listed beside one of the stories, that means they're in the story. Background characters and mentions will not be included.

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[1]: Looming End (All/Poppy) [2]: No Use (All) [3]: Waning Patience (Dandy, Astro) [4]: Rock-A-My-Toon (Boxten, Poppy, Dandy, Glisten, Goob) [5]: Heart Lean (Dandy) [6]: Arousal Here, Arousal There, Arousal Everywhere! (Dandy, Glisten, Sprout, Boxten, Goob) [7]: Corner (Astro) [8]: Overenthusiasim (Main toons/Sprout) [9]: Lights, Camera, Toons! (Scraps, Vee) [10]: Which Color? (Cosmo, Dandy) [11]: Tying Bows (Glisten) [12]: Sex, Sex, And More Sex! (Tisha, Shelly, Goob, Vee, Gigi) [13]: Twirling Thread (Not gonna name them all. There's a lot.) [14]: Wheelies (Sprout) [15]: Seafood Sickness (Shrimpo) [16]: Think Fast (Twisted Sprout) 『2nd Part』: Bearing Burden (Sprout, Poppy) [17]: Seams (Twisted Shelly, Twisted Vee) [18]: Sour Dreams (Shrimpo) [19]: In The End (Twisted Sprout, Twisted Cosmo, other mentions) [20]: Saccharine (Shelly) [21]: Paranoid (Astro) 『2nd Part』: Sore Loser (Astro)

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[You couldn't make these a little longer?]

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[Any rules not followed (like asking for anything listed below that I won't do) means your request will be DELETED. Author also has the right to deny requests if they make her uncomfortable.]

● Okay, so to start, I'll do any toons except Astro. I will also do any twisteds.

● I will not write r*pe/non-con, pregnant scenarios, zoophilia(You disgust me), p*dophilia, smut, or Character x Character. This is strictly Character x Reader. Poly is okay as long as they both/all like Reader.

● I'm female so writing male readers makes me uncomfortable.

And that's really it! Hopefully I dont have to specify some things.

Requests are open to 5 MAX because I don't want to get overwhelmed. I may increase the count in the future. Any others after 5 will be ignored or deleted. Any ideas for plot are appreciated as it may make your request go faster, depending on if I get inspiration for it or not.

Whether requests are closed or not, feel free to talk to me! It's always nice to see your messages :)

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n/a: 2.9k words! I hope you all enjoy, I have change some things so the story MAYBE won't end in 6 chapters, I love reading comments or answering questions, so FEEL FREE TO DO SO. Any misspelling will be edited later on

You enter the house talking on the phone. You take out your boots and went directly to the fridge grabbing a water bottle.

“No, shit, Jesse, of course I’m giving her space but I think you don’t get that it’s been two weeks since I last saw her”

“If I don’t recall wrong, you made some cheer girls spy on her”

“Shush, what was I supposed to do? She was suspended for one week so I knew I wasn’t going to see her and that she was going to still mad at me the next one, so I put April and Sav to do a little… research ¡I am worried! She hasn’t even come to the house to pick up her clothes, her backpack, yes, but her clothes are just like the last time.”

When you went to fight Abby at her department, you didn’t, Ellie had done enough job, so you just screamed at her and made her tell you what the fuck happened between them at the locker room and years ago. Abby, tired of this bullshit, told you everything from A to Z, and you felt more like a piece of shit.

Now you understood everything, at least saw the situation with a different light, you did slap Abby and told her to stay away from you or you would sue her for spreading your pics around campus. Since then, no contact between you two, not even in class.

“Well, you fucked up big this time, what can I say?”

“Thank you, you’re the best, How does it feel that she’s with your ex and you’re still in love with her?”

“One, at least I can talk with Dina without problems, our friendship is good, Two, they are not together yet. How’s yours with Ellie? Oh right, hanging in a thread”

“Blah, Blah, Blah… Where’s my fucking couch?” You turned around going on the living room to sat down on your couch but it disappeared, it was there this morning when you left.

“How would I know? Where’s your couch?”

“That’s what am I asking, Jesse!” You were going to freak out. You heard the water of the bathroom running, there was someone on the house “I think there’s someone in the house…”

“It could be Ellie”

“Her keys are not in the entrance, I will call you later…” You said walking slowly towards the bathroom, you could hear Jesse telling you to don’t hang the call but you did anyway. Once you where in front of the door, It opened and you screamed.

The voice of Ellie screaming at unison with you made you stop. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

She said with a hand on her chest looking at you as if you were crazy. She obviously just took a shower and was wrapped in a towel with her hair soaked and wetting the floor. You felt relieved that it wasn’t a burglar, you nodded slowly reassuring yourself and saying that it was only Ellie… ¡Ellie!

“You’re back?”

“Well, still my house too, so yeah, you have a problem with that?” She said in a defensive tone, of course her guard wasn’t down yet.

“No, of course no! It’s just that I am surprised”

“Don’t be, this doesn’t mean me and you are friends again”

“I know… Do you happen to know what happened with the couch” You asked with a sad frown looking at her walk to her room.

“Yeah, I burned it in a remote clearing far from here”

“Why? It was brand new!

“It was dirty because of someone” she simply said closing her door. You had a confused look on your face as you were processing what she told you.

You locked yourself in your room, you did miss her but at the same time you had to find some words to tell her and you had zero idea what to do, God, she was burning things now, maybe you were the next. Ellie was walking around the house, you could hear her steps on the kitchen and the TV on, she was cooking something while watching one random quiz show.

The warm feeling that you had knowing that she was finally back at home allowed to take a long nap, a very long one because once you woke up, the sun was gone and you regretted it. You had homework to do and exams to study, you had to take it seriously since cheer wasn’t your major, you were studying something that your parents agreed on but you did not enjoyed that much.

They were donating monthly to the cheer team in exchange that you aced everything else, otherwise you would be expelled from cheering and from the team, even the coach knew that. Ellie always helped you and made it easy to study but she didn’t this time, obviously, so you had kind of trouble studying.

With your things to study you went to your kitchen, leaving everything on the table, you were going to study there but also eat something, you were hungry. You opened the fridge, empty except some sodas and protein bars… maybe in the pantries? Nothing caught your attention but the pan in the stove. Ellie had cooked one of your fav foods, was she torturing you? She knew that you weren’t going to grab the food nor ask her if you could, you bit your lip and sighed resignedly, protein bars would be.

Time flies while you were working in your homework, sometimes looking over Ellie because it still felt surreal that she was at home, she could feel your eyes on her but she wasn’t going to give you any attention or so she thought before you started groaning annoyed that you couldn’t understand a lot of things. It was making her nervous and irritated her a little, mostly because she knew that you stressed yourself easily over anything and that made the process more difficult and also because she couldn’t help you, you two were on a Cold War.

“What is it?” She said getting up from the only small chair of the living room.

You turned the computer around and showed her the topic, she started helping you and you were focus, of course you wanted to use the opportunity to talk but first enjoy her help. None of you realized how fast the time passed that until you let a small yawn.

“Maybe, that’s everything for today” Ellie said returning to her cold-self. Shaking your head you grabbed her hand.

“Please, don’t… I can’t spent another day without talking to you”

“We are talking”

“Don’t play dumb, I finally know what happened back home, I finally understand more your anger, Abby told me everything”

Ellie raised her eyebrows, waiting for you to start talking. She wanted to know what truth have you heard and if it was the right version of it, and it was, Abby told you the truth.

“So you went to her again?”

“That’s all you have to say? And it was not like that” You rolled your eyes looking at her “Whatever, what I want to say is that I wished you could’ve told me back then”

“Would it have changed something?”

“I have no idea, maybe?”

Ellie scoffed. “So my word was not enough? Telling you not to mix with Anderson?”

It was going to be difficult to try and have a conversation when Ellie still hurt and was defensive, which you get and that’s why the nap was a need, you were mentally prepared for this.

“I’m not saying that, but I thought it was something stupid like she stole your game box, not your girlfriend” You tried to explain.

“Okay, but you still had something with her knowing that I was in bad terms with her, why? I mostly want to hear why? I’ve been racking my brain searching for a reason”

“Because of you” Ellie opened her mouth to respond but you covered it. “Shut up. Let me finish, I did it because of you, Ellie, I’ve been in love with you since god knows when and I tried so hard just to be your best friend but I couldn’t”

Ellie eyes softened slowly. “Every girl that tried anything with you, I scared them off, I used the ‘power’ of being popular and I used to make them stay away from but then we came here and there was so many people that did not fear me or knew me and you were getting along with a lot of people, I was afraid you were going to finally find a girl that matched your type”

“Why you never told me that?” She said taking your hand out of her mouth, holding it now.

“I’ve tried! Millions of times but somehow you had a new girl in your radar or you did not read the signs, eventually I grew tired of it so I tried to keep you for me. The first time I got with Abby, was only a kiss in a game but that made me popular somehow and I was starting to get more attention because of the rumours, at the same time I saw how you looked at Dina when she was dating Jesse and how you started to talk with her when they broke up even if it was briefly, I knew you were getting interested in her”

“I have nothing with Dina…”

“Can you let me finish? Damm” She murmured a little ‘sorry’ and indicate for you to continue “That irritated me and I was thinking on ways, it’s going to sound bad… on ways to hurt you because of how you made me feel, like I would never be enough but I did not wanted to hurt you directly because I am your best friend, nothing else, you weren’t doing anything bad, just being social and flirting. Abby told me she find me attractive and ¡Bang! Match made in hell, it was perfect, because I knew how much pain you’d feel and it would be equal at mine.”

“So it was intentional? You wanted to hurt me?” She let go of your hand looking at your eyes.

“No! Well, yeah, I didn’t realized how dumb I was being but with you and Dina getting to know each other more, you lying to me to go see her… It was too much. I’ve been with a lot of people in front of you and you’ve never reacted until Abby, so it was the only person that made you protective of me while I tried to get rid of Dina”

You took a deep breath and exhaled softly, nodding slowly. “But this two weeks, I did some thinking, more like mini therapy and I’m ready to be your best friend and stop pushing myself on you on any way and let you be the judge of your love life. I don’t want you out of my life, you’re my everything and if it’s only as a best friend that I can be, I am ready and I know that I hurt you and that is going to be difficult to trust me again but I hope we can reconnect slowly again”

Ellie felt kind of guilty knowing that she neglected your feelings and kind of made you that way, she could’ve rejected you sooner… or accept you sooner, anyway what was done was done.

“I- I think that I accept your apologize”

“You think? Is that a yes or no?”

“I don’t know, I have to think about it and it will take time. Even if we start acting like before, my trust on you has been hurt” You nodded. Of course, you were aware of that but how long was she going to take? Also, you just confessed that you love her and she is not going to say anything to that? That made your heart kind of itching, you wanted to scratch it and, in the process, tear it out.

“I understand… Can I hug you?”

“It’s better that you don’t” Oh. Ellie already took out your heart and ate it in front of you “We can start slowly, I can help you studying and let’s go from that”

“Okay”

“You can’t interfere in any of my love life, nor go back to Abby, this time I won’t make you promise that you will, I just hope that you wanting my friendship back is enough to keep you away from her” Your mind was spiralling thinking about how much build up you had to do to rebuild what you had with her. “I’m kind of tired… I’ll go to sleep now, night”

She went to her room an closed the door. You were left alone in the kitchen and still with a little homework unfinished, but you had a new plan in the move, now that you had a green light you could start it.

“I’m going to the 24h store! Be right back” You yelled grabbing your jacket and keys, putting on your shoes and calling Jesse.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The music of the bar was mostly soft rock and the smell of alcohol and cigarettes was everywhere, you finally saw Jesse playing pool in his red varsity jacket with some guys of the football team.

“Hey, guys!” You said in your cheer tone, making them all smile. “Mind if steal your teammate for some time?”

“All you want, darling”

They started cheering Jesse’s name and patting him on his back as you pulled him out of the bar to the back part of it so no one could catch you talking and interrupt.

“They must be thinking we’re going to fuck or something”

“Ha! In your dreams” You let your back rest on the wall as you look at him taking out a cigarette “Give me one”

He light his up and came in front of you putting on in your lips and connecting both cigarettes to light up yours, all this keeping eye contact with you before taking a spot besides you, leaning his back on the wall too, that made you and he laughed.

“I’m sure that works like charm with the ladies”

“You can’t imagine” he shrugged “So what was that you wanted to talk about?”

“I will help you with get back with Dina” He started coughing because of heat you said, you raised your eyebrow blowing the smoke on his direction.

“What? Why? Is this one of your crazy plans?

Your relationship with Jesse was more of a partner in crime than anything, if any of you had this weird planning on something you could count on the other to support and help and he knew of your dying love with Ellie, so he was sure you wanted to help yourself more than help him.

“Don’t you still love her? Why don’t fight for that love back? You guys were cute”

“You used to gag every time you saw us”

“That was before”

“Before what? Before she and Ellie started something?” You nodded shamelessly, you had no problem admitting that you wanted Dina out of the picture ASAP. He stayed in silent for sometime, he was reconsidering the offer, most of your plans never failed and he truly wanted Dina back. “I don’t want to force Dina back in to my arms, I want her to be with me because she wants”

“Duh, my plan won’t work if she don’t want, this has to go smoothly, Ellie has given me second chance but with the agreement that I wouldn’t mess into her love life”

“Yet here you are” he smirked. “You are such a bad best friend”

“That’s why I want to be the girlfriend, now that all the mess with Cat and Abby is out, she doesn’t have to evade me in that aspect any more”

“Because you already cheat on her once” You hit her shoulder and he laughs “Don’t get mad at me, get mad at yourself! I’ll do it, but it better work, how much time is it going to take?”

“Some months, we need to let them at least some weeks together and then interfere between them, my friendship with Ellie still is fragile but she adores me too much, we will be back at normal, while that happen…” You flicked the cigarette butt onto the ground and stamped it out, exhaling the last puff. “You have to tighten your friendship with Dina, be more flirty, romantic but not too much that you make her uncomfortable, enough to make her remember how good your relationship was”

“And what are you going to do?”

“Be the friend Ellie deserves and helping her through the hard times” you take out your phone to call an Uber to go back home, your job here was done, you just had to wait and have faith that Jesse was going to do a good work.

“You truly are something else” Jesse sighed walking back to the bar and giving you a last look.

“I’m just taking care of my girl”

Meanwhile, Ellie was at home contemplating her ceiling and thinking that maybe this time everything was going to be easy and that maybe this was a small bump that your friendship had to overcome to become stronger. She was so weak when it came about you, she tried so hard to stay at Dina’s but she was sometimes searching for you on campus without realizing that, sometimes it seem as if you were the one that started the cold war. How wrong was she about it…

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Shiga in 99.9% of the scenes I've written for my ShigaDeku Soulmate AU fic, lmao!

He's like… ugh I don't wanna sit through any boring PLF meetings plotting to take control of all Japan, I just wanna grab my green-haired boyfriend/reluctant hostage and run away to my room. Heh.

Anyways! Under the keep reading link below is an excerpt from a flirty, slightly spicy scene between Izu and Shiga that happens later on in my fic. It's where they're past the chaotic, angry, violent 'enemies to lovers' stage of the story and Shiga has just discovered that he can touch/manipulate what I'm calling a 'soul-cord' in my AU, which is basically a spiritual link that connects two soulmate's souls together and helps them find each other.

The idea of a soul-cord comes from the concept of the 'red string of fate' and is basically a floating metaphysical cord/thread/string (not 100% sure what I'm calling it yet) woven from strands of each soulmate partner's soul, binding their destinies together and ensuring that always meet. By default, a soul-cord wraps around each soulmate partner's pinky finger, but this can be changed.

The thing is, with the way I integrated the soulmates trope into this AU along with Quirks, only soulmate partners with Quirks can see/interact with their soul-cords. By the time the main story line comes around, Izu has lost OFA and Shiga still has his Quirk (Decay). So, only Shiga can see/mess around with their soul-cord but both of them can feel it. Which is why Izuku is like, what the actual fuck is going on right now in the scene below lmfao. 🤣

Also, do you think the name 'soul-cord' is a good name for this? Or would 'soul-thread', 'soul-string', 'soul-braid', 'soul-weave', etc. be a more fitting name for it? I wanna know your opinion!

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Keep reading for 900+ words of flirty, slightly horny ShigaDeku interaction below:

“Is there a problem?” Izuku said, crossing his arms across his chest as he glared up at the other man. Tomura’s attention had been honed in on him since breakfast and Izuku had finally had enough of it. "You’ve been staring at me all morning. If you’ve got something to say to me, either say it or leave me alone."

Tomura leered down at Izuku through a half-lidded gaze, crimson eyes glinting in the soft orange lights of the hallway. Paying explicitly close attention to the way their silvery blue soul-cord looped around Izuku's pale throat over and over and over again, all nice, tight, and pretty. Right where Tomura wanted it. Right where it looked the best: wrapped around Izuku’s pale, freckled neck.

Right where it belongs, Tomura thought possessively, his cock twitching in agreement in his pants. The same it had been doing all morning long, causing him to have to constantly readjust his slacks.

The longer Tomura ogled him, the more Izuku’s frown deepened, and Tomura noticed the younger man’s glare taking on a heatedness that caused the green in his eyes to darken, contrasting beautifully against the silvery blue soul-cord wrapped around his neck.

Oh, yes. Tomura could definitely get used to this sight.

"Just admiring my handiwork," Tomura finally said, offering a wolfish grin with far too many teeth.

"Handiwork? What handiwork?" Izuku asked, brow furrowing with suspicion.

Tomura's only answer was a slight quirk of his lips.

Suddenly, Tomura thought of a wonderful idea, and his grin took on such a quality of wickedness that Izuku was immediately put on guard.

It was never a good sign when Tomura smiled like that. If that manic grin was directed at someone else, it meant someone was about to harassed, maimed, or something much worse. If it was directed at Izuku, it meant Tomura was up to something no good and Izuku, willingly or not, was about to find out exactly what that ‘something’ was.

Tomura backed away from Izuku, watching as the distance between them increased the floating length of their soul-cord. Tomura grasped the slack and gently looped it around his hand multiple times until it was almost completely pulled taut.

“What are you doing?” Izuku looked at Tomura like he’d lost his mind, what with his waving his hand around in the air like a lunatic. “Looks like you’ve finally gone completely insan—"

Without warning, Tomura roughly yanked their soul-cord towards himself, like he was yanking a dog backwards on a leash. Izuku found himself being jerked forward by an unseen force, tripping over his own two feet and nearly tumbling to the floor were it not for him crashing straight into Tomura's chest.

Izuku’s eyes widened in shock. Not only from what had just occurred but from the feeling of something warm, ticklish, and wispy stroking the length of his neck as Tomura made strange hand movements in the air.

Bewildered, Izuku ran his fingers over his Adam’s apple and around the back of his neck, where the warming sensations were the strongest. He grabbed at nothing, could feel nothing, only adding to his growing confusion at what the actual hell was going on. Did Shigaraki get a new Quirk?

Tomura hummed, seemingly delighted. He made another quick hand motion, fingers circling around nothing and making to grab at something in the air before pulling it closer.

Izuku felt it again, even stronger than before. A thick, deliciously warm pressure around his neck, not quite cutting off his air supply but toying the line of doing so. He couldn’t stop the flush from entering his cheeks at their sudden, close proximity, nor the shiver that ran down his spine at the feeling of something so snug and… protective closing in around such a vital part of his body.

Izuku bit his bottom lip, chewing at worryingly.

Tomura ate up the sight of Izuku’s nervous arousal with a quiet sort of hunger. With their soul-cord still looped around his hand, Tomura softly, ever so slightly, pulled it just a bit tighter.

Izuku gasped, pretty green eyes growing to such a comically large degree that Tomura could not help but let out a mean laugh at his expense, entertained by the younger man’s reactions.

“You!” Izuku hissed accusingly, snapping out of his stupor and narrowing his eyes into angry little slits, “What the hell did you do to me!?”

Tomura grin grew so wide and predatory it nearly split his face in half. “Maybe if you’re a good boy today and don’t get into any trouble, I’ll come by your room later tonight and tell you all about it.”

At Izuku’s utterly scandalized face, Tomura smirked. He swiftly untangled their soul-cord from his hand right as Izuku forcibly pushed against his chest, propelling himself away and out of Tomura’s grasp.

Izuku grunted from the force of his back thudding against the wall of the hallway. He splayed his hands against it and quickly but cautiously inched himself along the wall away from Tomura, mouth slightly parted as he stared at the other man with an expression that was so distrustful Tomura couldn’t help but let out a huff of amusement, his canines popping out past his cracked lips.

“D-don’t you ever do that to me again!” Izuku managed to stutter out, the words coming out way less confident and threatening than he wanted them to sound.

But god, this unhinged man-child was quite literally driving him up the wall and Izuku wanted no part of anything to do with Shigaraki Tomura.

Izuku took a couple of cautious steps backwards, regarding Tomura like he would a rabid wild animal he didn’t want to turn his back to lest it pounce on him.

Tomura just stared back, crimson eyes gazing at him with an intensity that frightened Izuku more than anything else that had just transpired between them.

Izuku noped out and made a break for it.

Swiftly pivoting on his heel and rounding the corner, Izuku fast-walked down to the end of the hallway towards his room, Tomura’s raspy laughter reverberating off the walls and following him every step of the way until he slammed the door shut.

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📮DITCH THE WHOLE SCENE- send me a character and any option from my request guidelines and I'll write a baby blurb/dialogue for it

OFF-LIMITS | S.B.

word count: 0.9k

warnings: pairings in the tags, little suggestive comment at the end

summary: after getting a little carried away at the after-party, you wake up in your brother's best friend's bed, which is not the best situation to be in on the morning of a meet and greet

"My brother is going to kill me," you were searching for your socks, you didn't need them as much as your search made it seem but it was better than losing your mind while doing nothing. "My brother is going to kill you," you found one, groaning lightly as you kneeled down beside the bed to pick it up, looking up when Sirius sat up on the bed, throwing his legs over the side in the process.

"Good morning," he hummed and you wanted to throw him with the sock, be damned if it got lost again, because how very well dare he be so calm. Sitting there shirtless looking as unfairly sexy as ever giving you that same little smirk that convinced you that sharing a bed instead of booking another room wasn't as bad an idea as you knew it was. "Did you sleep well?" he was kidding, he had to be. Did you sleep well all cuddled up in his strong tattooed arms? Yes. Have you been dreaming about doing that since your first show together? Also yes, but none of that would matter once your brother found out and killed the two of you.

"Sirius, are you aware of our current situation?" he didn't seem like he was, gentle hand reaching out to help you up and sliding right down to your waist to keep you in front of him. He was showing you no mercy, allowing his thumb to slip past the hem of your shirt, brushing over your skin a few times, only satisfied when you shivered lightly under the soft, forbidden touch.

"Everything is going to be fine," he promised and you rolled your eyes, clearly not on the same page. "Love, we didn't do anything wrong, yeah, there's no reason to freak out."

"We cuddled," you began, allowing him to pull you closer, knees against his, your hand settling around his wrist. "And we kissed, a lot," you looked down shyly, there hadn't been much time to process that part just yet.

"The scandal," he mused, admittedly satisfied with your reaction as he laughed lightly, stealing a quick glance at his pillow stained with your makeup before looking back to you with a smile. "We didn't do anything wrong," his smirk deepened, eyes practically laced with mischieve as he shrugged. "Not yet, anyway."

"You don't get it, trouble," your body moved without your permission, his lap seeming to be the perfect seat as you settled on his thigh, dragging a hand through his hair with a little shake of your head. "He made me promise, once I stepped onto that stage with you guys, you were off-limits."

"You were off-limits too," he agreed and it was sort of pathetic how he became putty in your hands so quickly, the simple touch of your fingers threading the paths in his hair had him close to purring, eyes nearly closing. "Shit, maybe we really are screwed," he breathed and the grip on your hips was enough proof, his head lulling forward against your shoulder, kisses breathed over your skin.

"What are we going to do?" he wasn't all that eager to answer, a faint smile finding your lips as his kisses spread to your neck, a feeling you'd never thought you'd be lucky enough to be familiar with, but as guilty as you felt, you weren't sure you'd be able to stay away again. "Do we go back to just being friends?" you were nervous for the answer, your heart knew that whatever happened the night before was right, it felt right, too perfect to be wrong, but your head knew that things would be complicated if you continued to act on what your heart wanted.

"Could you do that?" he peeked up at you with big curious eyes, up through his lashes and it made your heart do leaps in your chest, your fingers moving gently to reach up and smooth the frown from his lips- you shook your head. "Then we take it slow, yeah, see if it works- we don't have to tell anyone anything just yet, not until we're sure."

"And if I'm sure now?" he smirked, any sense of seriousness gone in a second as he tightened his hold and threw you onto the bed beside him, crushing you under his weight but you didn't mind, anything but.

"Then we just get to enjoy our little secret for a while," you didn't know where to put your hands, sliding them up his chest and eventually stopping to cup his cheeks, not even daring to bite back your happy smile. "You like the sound of that, sunshine?"

"Maybe," you lied, he noticed, and the way he leaned down to kiss you was an excruciatingly long wait, so when his lips finally met yours you couldn't even help but melt, humming against him and the sound vibrated right through his body. "Didn't think I'd ever get to do that in real life."

"Is it better than in your dreams?'

"So much," he was pleased with that, making sure the next kiss lasted even longer, savouring every second, because he knew that for as long as you had to hide whatever you had going on, moments were going to be fleeting, special and he didn't want to take for granted the time he had with you now.

"Good, now what I'm wondering is what other dreams we could put to the test..." your cheeks were burning, skin tingling at his tone and you knew he wasn't one to tease without following through which is why the groan that left his mouth following the knock at the door was anything but exaggerated.

"Pads, you better not still be in bed," your brother's voice was like a cruel hand dragging you right back to reality, a finger on your lips reminding you to keep quiet when you tried to push Sirius off you. "You've got ten minutes before we're leaving, mate, I need to go find my bloody sister," and then he was gone, the last thing you expected to hear in return was the soft laugh of the rockstar on top of you.

"You're not going to make this easy on me, are you, trouble?" he shook his head and you were gone, there'd be no return to friends if that look, that torturous little look, was anything to go by.

"You know the answer to that, sunshine."

[beyondthesefourwalls]

Remember You Even When I Don't (11-Epilogue)

Summary: A training accident, the doctor had told him. A nasty one that led him here, laying in a hospital bed with a splitting headache and an inability to remember the woman sitting beside him. What he did know, though, was that you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and you felt important to him. That, as it turns out, would become an understatement.

Words: 2.2K

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw/Reader (no use of y/n, so can be read as unnamed oc)

Warnings: angst, hospitals, memory loss, language, suggestive themes, smut

Notes: The end of an era! I hope you all enjoy.

A special shoutout to @roosterforme and @mak-32. Em is the one who encouraged me to make the one shot this was originally supposed to be into a full length story, and without these two constantly encouraging me, I promise this wouldn't be half the story that it turned out to be. Love ya, ladies!

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As it turns out, your first wedding had been a quick, private affair. The judgment the two of you received from moving as quickly as you did had made you decide early on in your engagement that a big, pompous wedding wasn’t for you. And really, you didn’t care about any of that anyway. The rumblings of a potential deployment or change of station had you moving even quicker and on a Wednesday afternoon in late summer, the two of you were married by a justice of the peace on the National Mall in DC, the Washington Monument in the background. You had wild flowers threaded through your hair and a lacy white dress and there were tourists in the background of almost all of your pictures. Despite all of that, it was still categorized as one of the best days of his life, but the second time would be different. 

Bradley wanted you to have everything you ever wanted this time, but you had been insistent that there was no need for a grand event. Wedding venues with short notice were hard to come by in San Diego and you didn’t want to get married on the beach. When Mav had suggested his hanger, you had lit up at the idea. The next few months had been a whirlwind of ordering catering and finding flowers, constructing arches and finding tables and chairs to rent and stringing twinkle lights from the ceiling - so, so many twinkle lights. But it had all been worth it once he saw the awe on your face as you walked around the open space the night before your vow renewal. The hanger was almost unrecognizable, and even though the ring was already on your finger, he couldn’t wait to marry you here tomorrow. 

You don’t sleep apart the night before, but he leaves early that morning to meet Mav and the rest of the guys from the Dagger Squad. You’ll be spending the morning with Nat and Coyote’s wife and a few of your other close girlfriends, and the kiss he gives you in the doorway to the garage is long and slow. 

“We’re getting married today,” you whisper against his lips.

“Again.” 

You laugh at his response, getting lost in his kiss. His phone dings in his pocket and he knows it’s the groupchat asking where he is, not for the first time. He pulls away from you reluctantly. 

With a sigh, he slips his ring off his finger and hands it to you. Your nose crinkles in protest, but you do the same with yours. He sees how you flex your fingers the moment you do, not used to being without them. 

“I still don’t get why you want to exchange rings again,” you mutter without any heat. Bradley kisses your forehead, lifting your left hand to his and then placing a kiss to your ringless finger. You shiver despite yourself and he smiles. 

“Because I want to enjoy putting it back on you, Pumpkin.” 

There’s really nothing you can say to that, but you roll your eyes fondly anyway, pressing forward for one more kiss. 

The morning and early afternoon go by quickly. He plays a round of golf with the guys and then they all help him with ensuring his surprise for you is completely good to go for the next day. He steps back at one point, watching as his friends, his family, work and laugh together, genuinely happy to be here for this day, for him and the two of you, and feels his heart swell. Sometimes it’s still hard to believe that this is his life. 

He doesn’t wear his dress whites like he did the first time. Instead, as afternoon fades away and guests start arriving, he changes into the blue suit you had told him was your favorite. He forgoes the tie, leaving the top button of his white shirt undone, and the early spring sun is just starting to set as he takes his place at the end of the makeshift aisle. His breath catches in his throat when you finally appear at the other end. 

It feels like it takes you forever to make it to him, but when your hand finally slips into his, the nervous energy that had been building in the last hour fades back into the normal excitement he always feels in your presence.

“Hi,” he whispers.

“Hi,” you whisper right back, the moment just for the two of you, “fancy seeing you here.”

“Isn't it? You come here often?”

Your smile tugs into something of a smirk, and your eyes flash with mischief, “Just twice now,” you say, “hoping we don’t have to do this again anytime soon if we can help it.”  

Bradley can’t help the laugh that he lets out, uncaring of all the people watching them from their seats, waiting for them to get started. He likes that you’re in a place where you can tease him about this now.

“I’m not going to make a habit of this,” he assures you. You squeeze his hands, and he knows that combined with the bright smile on your face, it’s your way of saying that even if he did, you’d be there at the end of the aisle walking toward him every time. 

The officiant clears his throat, asking if you were ready to begin. As the man starts the ceremony, you send Bradley a wink, and he bites the inside of his cheek to stop the giddy laughter bubbling in him at how damn happy he is to be here. 

He doesn’t take his eyes away from you the entire time, wanting every single moment ingrained in his brain forever; every smile, every word, every tear, everything. He doesn’t make it through the vows without crying, and neither do you, but you hold his hand the whole time and wipe away some of his tears with the pad of your thumb. When it’s your turn to speak, he thinks his heart is going to burst out of his chest as you read the words you had written to him. 

When it comes time to slip your ring back on your finger, it feels like you’re completely alone out here on this runway. He doesn’t exactly remember doing this before and it feels like the first time and he vows that no matter what happens, he’ll never, ever forget it. 

You’re both practically vibrating after that, a smile so wide his cheeks are starting to hurt that’s reflected on your face, too, and he doesn’t hesitate when he’s finally given permission to kiss you. He dips you as the small crowd cheers loudly in the background. He can barely kiss you because of how much the two of you are smiling, but you more than make do. 

“I love you,” he promises, an oath he’ll never break. You caress his face as he holds you. 

“I love you too. Every part of you, sweetheart.” 

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He wakes you up early the next morning. Your face crinkles in protest and you move to burrow back under the safety and warmth of your blankets. With a soft, fond laugh, Bradley pulls the covers away from you completely. 

“Baby,” you groan, “it’s not even light outside yet. We barely even just fell asleep.” 

You’re right. It had been almost midnight when the two of you finally slipped away from the reception, the party still going strong. It was after two when you finally went to sleep, both of you basking in the afterglow and pressed against one another, and it was only nearing five now.  “I know,” he says, rubbing your bare hip gently, “but you gotta wake up. I have a surprise for you.” 

You crack an eye open at that and he chuckles again. “What kind of surprise?” 

“Get up and I’ll show you. Dress comfy. You can sleep on the way.” 

“On the way?” 

He winks at you, standing from the bed and walking toward the door, already dressed and ready to go. You call after him, wanting to know where you’re going, but he makes his way down the stairs without a word; he knows the curiosity will keep you awake and moving.

You join him in the kitchen a few minutes later, dressed in leggings and your favorite oversized Eagles sweatshirt. He’s struck for a moment, remembering how beautiful you were to him that first day in the hospital in the same outfit, when he didn’t remember you but he knew you. It seemed like so long ago and it blew him away how far you’ve come together in just six months. 

You fall back asleep almost as soon as he pulls out of the driveway, tucked against his side in the Bronco. Music plays quietly from the radio but it’s the sound of your breathing that really keeps him company during the drive back to the hanger in the desert. You stir awake when he puts the vehicle in park, looking around with tired, bleary eyes. 

“Are we here to clean up?” you ask through a yawn as Bradley helps you out, closing the door behind you. He shakes his head, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as you walk toward the building. He stops right before the runway becomes visible, looking down at you.

“I thought maybe we could watch the sunrise together.” 

You raise an eyebrow, looking at him skeptically. “We couldn’t do that from our backyard?” 

A grin tugs at his lips and he shakes his head. “Not from the clouds, we can’t.” 

You only look confused for a moment before realization hits you and you gasp loudly, suddenly looking wide awake. “It’s ready?” 

“It’s ready,” he confirms. “What do you say, Pumpkin? Want to be the very first passenger?” 

He laughs when instead of responding with words, you squeal and grab his hand, taking off running toward the other side of the building. His newly finished, flight-ready Cessna is there waiting in the lightning of the early morning. He was starting to see the faintest hint of orange in the skyline and knew time was of the essence. 

He helped you into the aircraft carefully and climbed in behind you. He went through the necessities easily, knowing that Mav had already done all the mandatory preflight checks when he brought the plane out before dawn. 

He slips your headset on you with a fond smile, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb. He double checks your seatbelt one more time, stealing a kiss before straightening in his seat.

“You ready?” He asks. You nod rapidly. With a deep breath, he begins to ease the four seater forward. Within moments, the two of you are airborne, leveling out with the clouds. The sky is beginning to streak with pinks and shades of orange and hearing you gasp in awe at the view from this high up is added to his list of favorite things, all alongside other memories of or with you. 

“Do me a favor?” he asks after a few minutes of silence. You pull away from watching the sky out of the window, turning your head toward him instead. 

“Anything.” 

He’s already smiling, so excited to show you. “Look inside your wedding band for me.” 

Your eyebrows knit together, but you follow his request anyway, slipping the jewelry off your finger and holding it close to your face to look on the inner surface. You let out a small gasp when you see words that hadn’t been there before. 

You turn it as you read, the inscription taking up almost the entire surface of the inside of the ring he had originally given you years ago. He had managed to find someone to do a same day service to make sure it was done and ready from the time he left the house yesterday to the time he said I do in the evening, and the extra charge was worth the way your lips parted and your eyes filled with tears. 

“Do you like it?” he asks, wanting that validation even though your eyes, always so expressive, conveyed just how much you did. Instead of answering right away, you leaned over, straining against your seatbelt to press a quick kiss to his lips, mindful of the fact that he was still flying the plane. 

“I love it. I love you.” 

You study the ring again, pinching it between your thumb and pointer finger of both hands to avoid dropping it, treating it like it’s something precious because he knows that, just as he views his, to you it is. 

He had accepted that he may never get all of his memories back. He may live with tingles in his brain and flashes of remembrance, living with unknown gaps for the rest of his life. It had frustrated him at first, but he had made peace with it. He knew that no matter what, you’d be here beside him, filling in what he was missing and making brand new memories along the way. Because if there was one thing he was certain of, it was the way he felt about you; it wasn’t something he had ever been able to truly forget. He planned on making sure you knew that every single day, and if he was ever not there to tell you, the words resting against your finger would do it for him. 

Remember you always, love you twice.

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Notes: What a journey this has been!! I can't tell you how much I appreciate every single person who has commented, reblogged, or liked this little story of mine. I hope it was everything that you wanted it to be. I'm so sad that we're already at the epilogue, but I'm so excited at potentially writing more for these two! I have a few one shots in the works for their story before Bradley's accident. If there's anything specific you'd like to see, please feel free to drop in my asks or inbox.

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[like-rain-or-confetti]

Listen can you make one with blackmask and the other rogues find out that some random college student made a dedicated sub reddit fan account that just posts random supportive messages and borderline wtf how did that bitch know what i ate last night or what body wash I use 😂

www.wtf-

When did the Internet get so scary?

TheRiddlerLover88: Convinced my parents to paint my room Riddler green 😍

Quackingduckquakes: If there's no Penguin fans in the world then I am dead x

Quittakingallthegoodusernames: spank me Two-Face and then send me to jail, thanking you.

HarleyQueen04: AYO, I heard Roman Sionis uses a new cologne. Internet do your thing, I need to spray down all my clothes with it x

N0turfanboi: low-key penguin can bend me over and-

It was a nightmare. Stuff of pure nightmares.

IamBatman96: guys, I found the same jacket Roman Sionis wears.

Igivemetheick: send pics or it didn't happen.

IamBatman96 sent an image.

Igivemetheick: ...omw.

Candyblues92: wait if I burn one half of it would I have Two-Face's jacket? Asking for a friend x

There truly was such a thing as too much Internet and no one dared to go too far into the rabbit hole.

Black Mask: He hated that the most commonly asked question on his thread was where he lived. He also hated how many were dangerously close to figuring it out. Apparently, triangulating his businesses and club gives a rough idea where he lived. Apparently he had to move because he just read one of these crazy bitches just said they wanted to feed him pie with their hair in it. He took out his phone sending an account URL to one of his goons. 'Make sure this one never finds me.' He'll appreciate the support...from the other side of the planet for safety.

The Riddler: The Riddler had hoped for some kind of decent intellectual discourse to laugh at. Instead he got nightmares. He saw a lot of discourse about his fingers. About how long they were and somehow that brought comments about how...skilled...he must be in various things. Then people were volunteering as tribute- whatever that meant- but then someone said. 'BRB, writing the fanfiction right now x' and that comment got too many likes for comfort. 'No man has pulled off green before the Riddler and no one will pull it off after the Riddler.' Finally the voice of reason has arrived. The riddler soon types up a response. No one knows its him but he'll argue with everyone until everyone sees things his way. It's practically a public service. He's educating the masses more than the pathetic excuse of an education system ever will.

Victor Zsasz: "I'd polish that bald head any day of the week, daddy. Hm. Good to know." Victor said aloud as he read. After some scrolling, he cracked a smile. "Aww SniperKnife really loves me." He never makes himself known on the Internet. Never cared for it beyond the occasional funny pet video. However, that username popped up all the time. It made him smile. Even on the hardest of days he could rely on SniperKnife to cheer him on. He read another. "What that gun do tho? ...well someone struggled in English class." He hummed. "Poor kid doesn't even know what a gun does."

Two-Face: First of all- he and Roman don't shop in the same place and how dare those little assho- ahem. He was a little salty after someone started a thread asking what the difference was between Two-Face and Black Mask and all anyone coukd really come up with was that Two-Face was burned and Black Mask...wore a mask. Which turned into people questioning what made everyone sure that they weren't the same person if one was masked. That sparked a debate before someone pointed out their different heights. That Two-Face was taller. That then turned into people analysing the heights of doors and other surrounding objects to determine each person's height. Then someone through off the conclusion by mentioning stilted shoes. He didn't really care who supported him or not. He found the public to be flimsy anyway so he never really notices the regulars.

Penguin: Who the hell started the rumour that Oswald was raised by penguins? And why is it STICKING!? The next thing was how big was a certain appendage and someone did some anatomical research to determine very much in his favour. That was definitely his favourite part of the conversation. He chuckled. "Oh Babycakes224, you're this close to getting a job." There was a pause. "Oh wait this one wants to buy me a boat!" "Eh?" A bartender asked. "I want to motorboat him-" "boss that's not what that means!"

[poisonlove]

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yes yes yes please a part 2 is what i need it doesn't even have to be happy it can be harrowing again I just need to know how Y/n is going to get over this, if Vada regretted it, I want to know EVERYTHING I'm not going to lie I want vada to suffer :)

Tears… of happiness?| v.c

part. 2

Three months later

I was at my house, preparing dinner with Sofia, a girl I was getting to know better, when suddenly I received a call from Amelia, Vada's sister. —I'm sorry, Sofia— I say with an embarrassed smile as my phone starts ringing. —I need to take this call.— Sofia smiles understandingly.

—No problem, go ahead. I'll be here when you get back.— I get up from the table and make my way to a quieter corner.

—Hello?— I answer the call with a gentle smile, trying to hide the agitation that's already starting to creep in.

—Hi, t/n. I'm sorry for calling you so late. I needed you to know something.— Amelia's voice is filled with a mix of emotions.

I listen attentively as Amelia tells me about Vada's situation and how she's recently come out of a detox center. As her words fill the air, I feel a weight lifting from my chest.

Finally, Vada's total disappearance makes sense.

—I really appreciate you calling me to let me know—I tell her sincerely. —I had no idea about any of this, but I'm glad to hear that she's trying to improve.— Amelia sounds relieved.

—I'm glad you're taking the news well. I know you two were close, and... I just wanted you to know.— After hanging up the call, I feel as though a knot has been untied. I return to the table with Sofia, who smiles kindly at me.

—Everything okay?— she asks.

—Now it is— I reply, feeling a sense of release. —Thank you for understanding—I say with a shy smile.

Deep inside my heart, a small flame of hope ignites. The news that Vada has come out of a detox center has shaken the foundations of my emotions. In an instant, my mind is torn between the hurricane of conflicting feelings: concern for her, fear for what she's been through, and that small but powerful hope that maybe, just maybe, all of this could be a step toward the change that we both needed. I find myself reflecting on every word spoken and unspoken, on shared moments and ones left hanging. The possibility that Vada took this step for herself, and perhaps even for us, starts to take shape in my mind. Maybe our bond wasn't completely severed. Maybe, somehow, there's still an invisible thread keeping us connected.

—Who was that?—Sofia asks curiously. Sofia's sudden question pulls my attention away from my thoughts.

—It was just a friend— I reply with a light smile, trying to keep my tone casual. —Anyway, where were we?— Sofia seems to accept my answer without further questions, and we return to our previous conversation. We continue discussing various topics, but my mind is still occupied by the news I've just received.

—It really was a nice evening— Sofia says with a smile, looking into my eyes. —Do you... want me to stay?— She adds a hint of playfulness.

I nervously chuckle and shake my head slightly. —Thank you, but I think it's better if you don't stay— I reply, walking her to the door.

Before I can realize it, Sofia kisses me. It's an unexpected moment that catches me off guard. My heart races as I try to process what just happened. After the kiss, we lock eyes for a moment, emotions swirling within me between surprise and confusion.

—So... see you at school tomorrow...—Sofia mumbles shyly, her cheeks flushed as she looks down at the floor and fiddles with her fingers. —Yeah... see you tomorrow— I respond, still feeling the lingering sensation of Sofia's lips on mine.

The girl gives me a timid smile before turning and walking out of the building. Closing the door behind her, I find myself thinking about how strange, yet oddly pleasant, this evening has been.

*** During the lunch break the next day, I feel even more nervous than usual. I engage in small talk with my friends, trying to maintain a normal conversation, but my mind is completely elsewhere. I feel the curious gazes of my friends on me, and I realize they're noticing my odd behavior.

—Hey, t/n, you seem a bit distracted today. Everything okay?— Alex, one of my closest friends, asks me. I try to smile and nod, even though I know my smile comes across as forced.

—Yeah, everything's fine. Just a bit tired, I guess—I reply. Sarah, another friend, laughs. —Maybe it's because of the math class this morning. That professor always manages to give us a headache!—

I chuckle too, trying to join in the conversation. But the truth is, my head is filled with thoughts about Vada and what I've discovered. I wish I could share everything with them, but it's such a delicate situation that I don't even know where to start.

While lost in my thoughts, I notice a figure in the distance. It's Vada. Suddenly, my heart races, and it feels as though the world has come to a standstill. Vada looks pale, but different. Different in the way she holds her head high and walks with more confidence. Beyond that, she looks healthier. Her brown eyes meet mine, and unconsciously, I smile.

It's an instinctive, unconscious smile. Everything I've felt in the past months seems to surface in that moment. All the doubts, hopes, and disappointments. As our gazes lock, I feel there's still a connection between us.

My emotions are in turmoil as I try to conceal how shaken I am by her presence. The past and the future blend in an instant, and I know I must find the courage to confront all of this.

(...)

Vada Pov's

I come to a halt, seeing t/n in the distance. I nervously fiddle with my backpack strap, trying to conceal my unease. I can't take my eyes off her, and I realize she looks more beautiful than ever.

It's as if time has turned every feature of hers into a work of art.

But as I look at her, my thoughts travel back in time. I remember why I entered that detox center after our breakup. I wanted to change, to become a better person. The days spent there were dreadful. The days dragged on unbearably slowly, and there was a darkness within me that seemed unwilling to leave. I battled against withdrawal, faced the ghosts of my past actions, and tried to understand what had happened.

Now, facing t/n, I feel a mix of emotions. Surprise, fear, and hope blend as her eyes meet mine. That moment seems to last a lifetime, and I wonder if t/n can see the changes I've made. I hope she can glimpse the determination I put into trying to improve.

Looking at her, I feel the weight of unsaid words, choices we've made, and wounds we've inflicted. I don't know what t/n thinks of me now, I don't know if there's room for forgiveness or something more. The decision is hers, and I feel a lump in my throat as I wait to see what she'll do. My mind is in turmoil, but I try to hold onto my desire to redeem the past.

I feel the eyes of many curious students on me, and I hear whispered comments like "shame on you." The tension in the air is palpable, and I realize how suddenly I've become the center of attention. Everything seems to happen in a blur, but then someone passes by me, heading toward t/n. Suddenly, everyone's attention is captivated by this figure.

—No... look at me...— I murmur sadly, trying to convey how important it is.

Tears well up at the corners of my eyes, and the pain I've felt all these months rushes back. I watch as this girl kisses t/n, and the sound of whistles and applause from her friends fills the air. It's as if the world is spinning too fast, and all I can do is stare at that scene before me.

My heart shatters even more as reality hits me full force. All the mistakes, gaps, and missed moments seem encapsulated in that kiss. All my hopes and desires dissolve into the air, as I try to contain the pain welling up within me. It's an overwhelming feeling, and I feel vulnerable and betrayed, even though I know I have no right to feel that way.

The scene unfolds before me like a blurry dream. Laughter, applause, and the kiss merge into a whirlwind of emotions. Then, as I try to confront it all, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn and see Nick, an old friend, looking at me with a concerned expression.

—Vada, are you okay?— he asks gently, trying to understand what's happening.

Tears start to fall uncontrollably, without me being able to stop them. My heart crumbles as I try to contain the sobs rising from my chest. —Nick... everything... it's just so hard...— I stammer, unable to put my pain into words.

He wraps me in a protective hug, trying to comfort me. —Shh, it's okay. It'll be okay, alright? You're strong.—

But the words of comfort don't seem to be enough. The pain I've kept hidden for so long is now out of control. The wounds of the past, the struggle in the detox center, and now this scene before my eyes merge into a flood of emotions I can't contain. Tears flow incessantly, making even breathing difficult.

Nick tries to support me, but I feel like I'm in freefall. Everything I've tried to overcome seems to resurface at this moment. I feel vulnerable and shattered, as if all my defenses have crumbled. I keep crying, trying to release the weight I've carried with me.

—Let's go somewhere else, okay?— Nick suggests gently, trying to lead me away from the tumultuous scene.

I wipe my eyes and nod, allowing him to guide me as we move away slowly. Every step seems to require an immense effort, but I cling to the help Nick is offering me.

As we walk, someone approaches us. A boy with red eyes and a strange smile on his face. His gaze seems to wander to some undefined point as he approaches. Then, with a distracted gesture, he pulls something out of his pocket and offers it to me.

—Hey, you don't look too happy... want some?—he says, his voice sounding distant and muffled.

My eyes fixate on that offer, and for a moment, I feel the urge to take it. All the emotions I've felt, the pain, the confusion, seem to converge in that moment. But deep within me, I feel a small flame of willpower still burning.

I look into the distance, trying to find that determination that led me to take a step forward. I think of t/n, of the shared tears and smiles. I think of how difficult it has been, but also how meaningful. And I think of myself, the person I'm striving to become.

Taking a deep breath, I look the boy in the eyes and firmly say, —No, thank you.—

The boy seems surprised for a moment, then nods with a strange smile and walks away. Uttering those words gives me a sense of triumph, as if I've overcome an important challenge.

Nick looks at me with an encouraging smile. —Well done, Vada. I'm proud of you.—

I don't know what the future holds, but I know I still have a lot to face. I hold onto that small flame within me and to those who are close to me, ready to confront whatever comes.

***

That evening, Nick organizes a private party with his closest friends to celebrate my return. I find myself at Nick's house ahead of time as the final preparations are being completed. I'm a bit nervous, but also grateful for the opportunity to spend time with loved ones.

Nick approaches me with a smile, and I greet him with a nod. —You've done a great job with this party—I say, admiring the cheerful atmosphere he has created.

—Thanks! I'm glad you're here—Nick responds, glancing at the crowd of friends around us. —I was wondering, could you help me bring the beers to the kitchen and set up some snacks?—

—Of course— I reply with a smile. We grab some beers from the table and head to the kitchen, joking that it looks like they've got enough for an entire month. As we arrange the trays of snacks, we exchange knowing smiles. —I hope there's enough food for everyone—Nick says, laughing.

—Well, considering how many friends you've invited, we might need to make a second trip to the supermarket— I respond, laughing along.

The doorbell rings, and Nick turns to me kindly. —Vada, could you please go answer the door?—

I accept with a nod and make my way to the entrance. As I open the door, my heart beats faster. But when t/n's eyes meet mine, my smile fades, replaced by a mixture of conflicting emotions.

I timidly glance at t/n, trying to control my unease. T/n looks so stunning, wearing an outfit that makes her shine. She's wearing a simple sweatshirt paired with a light jacket of the same color. Her hair is neatly styled and seems to capture the light in a magical way.

For a moment, I feel a bit intimidated and insecure. Yet, there's something about her that makes me feel like anything is possible. I sense t/n's gaze on me and try to smile, even though it's a mix of nervousness and uncertainty.

—T/n... hi— I say with a slightly trembling voice, trying to hide how flustered I am.

—Hi, Vada— t/n responds with a gentle smile, and the sound of her voice resonates within me.

I realize there's still a lot to face and clarify between us, but in this moment, as we look at each other, I feel that there's still a bond that connects us. A bond that has never fully faded, despite everything.

T/n coughs softly, and I sense her discomfort as my gaze lingers. Suddenly aware of the situation, I realize the tension is palpable.

—Um... can I come in?— t/n asks timidly.

I react immediately, fully opening the door to let her in.

As t/n passes by me, I instinctively close my eyes. A shiver runs through me, and I catch a familiar scent that I've missed so much. Her presence is enveloping, bringing back memories of shared moments, sweet gestures, and heartfelt words.

I make an effort to contain the emotions welling up, striving to stay calm and composed. I don't want t/n to sense how unsettled her return has made me. I open my eyes as t/n enters, trying to offer a gentle smile. —Make yourself at home— I say, attempting to lighten the mood.

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As the evening goes on, I try to maintain a relaxed and friendly demeanor. It's strange and surreal to be here, in the same room as t/n after so much time. But at the same time, I feel that there's a new beginning in the air, an opportunity to confront the past and perhaps build something different for the future.

Gradually, the other friends start to arrive, filling the room with energy and joy. But when Edward asks about Mia, I notice t/n tensing slightly.

The atmosphere suddenly becomes tense, and I sense that there's something I'm not quite understanding.

—Hey, guys, where's Mia?—Edward asks, looking around.

Nick grimaces. —Oh, Mia is out of town right now.—

However, I notice that t/n's smile seems forced, and a sense of unease continues to linger in the air. I keep chatting with friends, trying to maintain the party's lightheartedness, but at the same time, I can't help but feel that tension that doesn't seem to dissipate. While friends laugh and joke, my gaze occasionally meets t/n's, trying to read her expressions and understand what she's feeling in this delicate moment.

—How about playing 7 minutes in heaven?— Nick suggests, trying to change the subject.

As friends enthusiastically embrace the idea, Nick hands me the bottle, saying that since I'm the guest of honor, I should start. I take the bottle with a nervous smile, trying to hide my unease. I spin it, and my heart races as the bottle continues to spin, again and again. All eyes are on me, and I feel every moment growing more intense.

My heart seems to stop when the bottle finally comes to a halt. I look, and for a moment, the world seems to slow down as I see that t/n is the person the bottle points to.

I feel as if everything has come to a halt, and my stomach tightens as I wait to see t/n's reaction. T/n takes a sip of whiskey, and the tension in the air seems to grow even stronger. Then, without saying a word, she abruptly stands up from the floor. —Come on, let's go— she mutters before walking determinedly toward a closet.

Her voice is filled with emotions, and I can sense her uncertainty and her willingness to leave that situation behind. I suddenly feel a bit out of place as t/n walks away, but hesitantly, I decide to follow her. I try to understand what she's thinking, but her words are cryptic, and I don't know what to expect.

—Have fun— Nick murmurs, and amid the laughter of friends, he closes the closet door after both t/n and I enter.

I feel my heart pounding, and the tension in the air seems palpable. As the door closes, I find myself suddenly alone with t/n, and I don't know what to say or do. I look around in the darkness of the closet, trying to keep calm despite the agitation I feel. My breathing quickens as I wait to see what will happen after this unexpected moment. I don't know what to expect, but one thing is certain: fate has put us in an unexpected position, and now we have to face it together.

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T/n sighs —How are you, Vada?— Her voice reaches me, and I sense genuine concern in her words. With a bit of nervousness, I reply: —I'm fine, thank you.— A brief silence falls between us, and then, suddenly, I find the courage to ask: —And your girlfriend? How is she?— The question comes out of my mouth almost instinctively, but now that I've said it, I feel my heart racing. I don't know what to expect from her answer, but I feel it's important to confront the reality of what has happened during our time apart. I wait, trying to meet t/n's gaze in the darkness, as the words that have been spoken hang in the air between us. I don't know what will happen after this conversation, but I know we need to face it if we truly want to understand what has changed and if there's room for a new beginning.

T/n sighs in the darkness —We're just getting to know each other; we're not together.— Her words reach me, and a strange feeling of relief starts to creep in. But that feeling is soon overshadowed by jealousy when I hear her bitter reply. —From the way she kissed you, it doesn't seem like that.— I retort with a hint of venom. The silence inside the closet seems to become even heavier, and I feel that tensions are soaring. What had started as an attempt to clarify things seems to have taken a different turn, and now we find ourselves in the midst of a confrontation charged with emotions. —It's not what it looks like,— t/n shoots back, her voice revealing a mix of irritation and frustration. —I don't want you jumping to the wrong conclusions.—

Yet, I can't help but sense a shadow of doubt in her tones. My jealousy seems to have caught her off guard, and now we're clashing in the dark, trying to figure out what's happening between us. —Vada, I don't think it's fair for you to...— But before she can finish speaking, I feel anger and frustration welling up within me, and I abruptly cut her off. —I don't even want to hear about your conquests,— I say firmly, trying to hold back the emotion that threatens to overflow into my words.

The words escape my mouth almost involuntarily, but once spoken, I don't retract anything I've said. I don't want to hear about t/n's escapades with other people, especially when there's so much to resolve between us. I feel vulnerable and hurt, and the idea that there might be someone else who could take my place hurts. T/n seems surprised by my words, but I don't take back any of it. I look around in the darkness of the closet, seeking some sign of understanding in her eyes. I don't know what will happen now, but I know it's important to set boundaries and expectations between us.

—Vada, I understand that you might feel that way,— t/n says, perhaps trying to calm me down. —But you have to understand that it's not what it seems. I don't want you...— Her response only fuels my anger, and I can't help but interrupt her again. —I don't care about what you want or don't want. I don't want to hear it,— I grit my teeth.

—What the hell has gotten into you, Vada?— she demands angrily. —First, you leave me... I try to be kind to you, and yet you treat me like this?— Her words hit me like a punch to the stomach, yet I can't hide my anger. I feel that the emotions within me are exploding, and I can't hold back the scream of pain that's about to escape my lips.

—When I needed you, you weren't there!— I mutter with a broken voice, as tears start to fill my eyes. Her words make me relive those dark moments when I was alone and desperately seeking a way out of my addiction. And the truth is, all I wanted back then was her. To hear her now, accusing me of not being there when she needed me, makes me feel even more vulnerable and shattered. T/n moves suddenly closer to me, and our breaths mix. I instinctively close my eyes due to the proximity, feeling her presence draw even nearer. Then I feel the palm of her hand slam against the wall behind me, the sound echoing in my ears like a wake-up call. Silence becomes heavy between us, and I feel almost lost in a storm of emotions. Her voice lowers even further.

—I was... I tried... but I was a terrible girlfriend after all, right?— Her words hit me straight in the heart, and I feel the weight of the truth behind them. I know there has been pain on both sides, and now I realize that maybe I haven't considered her side of the story enough. I'm lost for words, not knowing what to say to ease the situation. I feel like I'm at the center of an emotional storm, and the truth is emerging between us, raw and painful.

—I... I... I'm trying to be a better person...— I murmur weakly, trying to convey the sense of pain and regret I feel inside. My words seem to hang in the air like an appeal for understanding. I want t/n to know that I'm trying to face my demons and change, to become the person she deserved me to be. But my voice is barely a whisper, almost drowned out by the weight of the emotions I carry.

Our gazes meet, and I notice t/n seems taken aback by my words. Then, instinctively, my hand moves and lands on her chest. I'm not sure if I want to push her away or feel her even closer, but I sense her breath mingling with mine, and the contact seems to convey all the emotions I can't put into words. I try to find the right words, but my mind seems jammed, overwhelmed by the complexity of what I'm feeling. T/n looks at me, and our eyes communicate silently, conveying everything we can't express in words.

—If I went to that center, it was for you!— I mutter loudly, the words broken by the emotion and anger I feel inside me.

The scream in my words seems to fill the entire space, carrying with it all the emotions I've tried to contain for so long. I want t/n to know how hard it was for me, how willing I was to change and fight for us. But my voice gets caught in my throat, and I feel tears beginning to flow down my cheeks.

T/n leans even closer to me, and our noses barely touch. I feel her warm breath mixing with mine, and the close contact quickens the beating of my heart. I feel like I'm on the edge of an emotional precipice, teetering between anger, sadness, and hope. As t/n gets closer, I sense time slowing down around us. I realize that the 7 minutes of the game seem endless, and I'm nervous about what might happen between us during this time.

—Don't you think... it's too late, Vada?— she whispers just inches from my lips.

Before t/n can pull away, I feel the impulse to act. Without thinking too much, I wrap my arms around her neck, pulling her towards me with a needy intensity, and our lips meet. I want her close, as close as she hasn't been in so long, and the need to feel her against me seems to overpower everything else.

Our bodies draw near, and I feel the warmth of her breath against my skin. My mind seems to be overshadowed by everything except the sensation of t/n being so close. I feel like I've been waiting for this moment forever, as if all the accumulated emotions are converging into this kiss.

T/n emits a surprised sound, a muffled moan from the unexpectedness. But the kiss isn't immediately reciprocated, and I feel my heart pounding strongly in my chest. I don't know what to expect, but I know I don't want to pull away. I want t/n to feel the need I'm feeling, the passion and urgency of what we're sharing right now.

I cling to her with a mixture of desire and fear. I don't know what will happen after this kiss, whether t/n will respond to my desire or if we'll grow further apart. But in this moment, all that matters is our closeness and the possibility of reconnecting, even if only for an instant.

T/n timidly returns my kiss, and I feel my heart beating even stronger in my chest. It was a kiss laden with complex emotions, an attempt to grasp what we used to be and what we could still become. But before I can intensify the kiss, the door suddenly swings open.

We break apart suddenly, as if we've just received an electric shock. T/n leans in close to my ear, and I feel shivers running down my skin at the touch of her words. —We need to talk,— she whispers, her voice so thin and cold that I almost fear I imagined it.

The feeling of anguish grows within me, and I know there's something we must confront, something that's been waiting for us for far too long.

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Okay, since I haven't seen many posts up yet about this, not that I blame anyone since others are probably at school and work rn, I want make a post summarizing what happened so far in the latest event on the JP server.

Disclaimers:

All of this info came from LuluBelle over on my Discord server, so all the credit for gathering this up goes to them.

Also, I don't know how to speak or read Japanese nor do I have the JP version of the app, making me unable to verify this. Take this all with a huge mountain of salt.

Like I said in my other post, I'm calling him Honest Fellow, since that sounds less awkward and I think it'll be localized to that anyway.

JP Event Spoilers Below

The arc starts with Honest Fellow and Giddel selling the themepark to some faceless NPCs. After some convincing, they enter the park. Honest Fellow evil laughs.

We cut to a basketball game between RSA and NRC. NRC lose yet again. NRC fight amongst themselves, and the teachers break it up.

After the game, Floyd, Ace, Yuu and Grim, wallowing in their frustration at NRC's loss to RSA, decided to go Craneport to get some snacks. There they find Jade and Jack on the way.Jack was there to get some new threads while Jade was there by sheer coincidence.

Kalim and Ortho arrive. They were in a bookstore, because Kalim was searching for books concerning magic potions, since he's struggling with those and Sam's shop was closed. (I have no idea why Jamil wasn't there either, because him leaving Kalim unattended seems kinda ooc.)

Honest Fellow along with his brother swoop in, making their sales pitch. Grim wonders about what Playful Land is exactly. Ace explains that it's a mysterious amusement park that nobody knows where it is. Honest Fellow says that's correct.

Honest Fellow gives the group tickets to the park. When Kalim says they'll go the next weekend, Honest Fellow chimes in, saying, "Oh, no, no! You can only use it until tomorrow!" They both fuck off into the night.

When the group gets back, they tell Riddle and Jamil about the tickets. They're both like, "Hell no!" Riddle shoots it down because skipping classes is unforgivable. (Ace was originally gonna invite Deuce, but he tattled on him to Riddle, since he found the whole thing suspicious. Honestly, good on him.) Jamil finds it suspicious and puts his foot down, telling Kalim that he forbids him from ever going.

Jack tells Leona, who is all like, "Nah, this is kinda fishy." Jack decides that he has to go because he promised Honest Fellow he would, and he doesn't want to break it.

Floyd tells Azul. He says, "Nope, I'm not coming. It's sus, and I don't wanna owe anybody anything!" They tweels laugh, saying that they want to check it out BECAUSE it's shady.

Ortho tells his brother. He shoots it down, since he doesn't like crowds. Ortho then confides in Vil thanks to them being in the same club.

Early the morning, before the sun rises, the group gathers to sneak to the harbour in town. Kalim managed to get the rest of the Light Music Club to come along, because they saw just how sad Kalim seemed and decided to tag along to comfort him. Vil was convinced to come along by Ortho. One, he wants to see what's the big deal about this park. Two, he's also suspicious, and, as a dorm leader, he wants to oversee all of his juniors and make sure they're all okay. Trey followed after Ace because Deuce asked him for his help and had the feeling that Ace would be stubborn enough to rebel and sneak out even though Riddle said no. Leona followed after Jack because he felt like he had to be the responsible one for once and was genuinely concerned about Jack's well being.

Honest Fellow arrives. He is just so dramatic. Half of them go, "Fucking really? Why did any of our juniors trust this guy? He's as sus as a FNAF animatronic!" (Not in those words, obliviously, but along that same idea.)

Honest Fellow shows them around the park. Which looks like this...

The park is more like those travelling summer fairs where it goes from town to town instead of staying in one place like Universal Studios, Knotts Berry Farm or any of the Disney Parks. The boys can kick back and indulge in their darkest desires.

The third years still feel that this whole thing is kinda sus. Since Grim and some of the others head straight to the entry gate, they reluctantly go along with it to watch over their juniors. Grim face plants into the gate, because he didn't show a ticket. Ace shows his ticket. Ace, Grim and Yuu's clothes get magically altered to resemble the ones on the card. The same thing happened to everyone else.

After everyone's gotten inside the amusement park, we have a foreboding speech from Honest Fellow and Giddel about how the young generation are easily skeptical, but can still be fooled by the promises of a fun play park. Honest Fellow mentions how he and Giddel should accommodate their visitors… for it will be the "last'' fun memory that they'd have. Cue End of Part 1.

Some other minor side things...

It's confirmed. Honest Fellow and Giddel are brothers.

Honest Fellow is a mage, but is less magically inclined compared to the NRC boys. Giddel is a non-mage.

Lulu, aka the same person from my Discord server, suspects the themepark itself might be a magic tool of some kind. Considering how it operated in the movie and novel along with fan theories about them, I'm inclined to believe them.

We also finally got a description of what Yuu is actually wearing during this event. (Honestly, it's about fucking time. Because one gripe I always had with these events is that we never get even a small description of what Yuu is wearing, which makes it harder to imagine what's going on in my head.) Basically, they are wearing the same style jacket as Leona, but with the same colours as Lilia's costume. Do with that information as you will Malleus/Yuu shippers.

Honest Fellow has a Honest John pendant on his hat.

More of a personal gripe, but I'm not sure what to make of Honest Fellow as a character yet. Right now, he seems like the mastermind behind this whole operation, but that doesn't make sense. In the movie, Honest John wasn't on board with the Pleasure Island shit, and only went along with it thanks to the Coachman threatening him and Gideon's lives. Wouldn't it be far more fitting for him to be a lacky of another villain and being forced to go along with it out of fear of having the same thing happen to him and his brother? And if that was the case, that would also better align him thematically with Ortho, who's brother is the same way towards him. But I'm reserving my judgements on his character until the event is over.

Playful Land gives me major Joy Joy Land vibes.

I find the idea of Leona, Trey and Vil going there, because they are worried about their juniors adorable. They are really tapping into their big brother instincts, even if I doubt Vil and Leona would ever admit it out loud.

Though, one plot hole with this whole thing is why didn't Jamil, Trey and Deuce rip up the tickets if they were that concerned about the others going to the park? Granted, the tickets could be enchanted so that they're impossible to destroy, but I never heard if that's the case yet. Idk, it's a nitpick, but it's still something that annoys me a bit as a writer myself.