#anyways i’m sure this is gonna be completely wrong and i’ll be mildly embarrassed when i finish the book

[frogs-in3-hills]

anyways was thinking about worm alignment chart. did not come to many concrete conclusions. but taylor comes off to me as a very well constructed chaotic character i think because she’s not just “haha i do whatever feels right because i don’t care!” she does care very much, she just doesn’t have like. consistent principles. her definitions of what is good and bad are constantly shifting according to the situation and these situation specific ideals would directly contradict each other if examined side to side. she has goals, most of which are good in nature, which makes her feel like she should be one of those “bad guy with a code” type of villains. but the “goodness” of those goals don’t feel like they have any kind of consistency when she’s willing to do literally anything in order to achieve those goals. it’s like the tagline of the book or something

[sapphosclown]

Kiss Him You Fool - Willex Oneshot

aka willie and flynn are best friends and she’s done with this mutual pining bullshit. (boys are alive bc i didn’t feel like thinking about ghost logistics today lmao)

so i didn’t get to participate in willex week nearly as much as i wanted to so this is my song fic/au fic (i guess? since the guys are alive? idk) for free day since i didn’t get the idea till last night at 1am. anyways i also didn’t sign up for the gift exchange but i still wanna dedicate this fic to @fairygclds for hosting this week bc she did an amazing job and i love her v much, ty mari <3

title is from Kiss Her You Fool by Kids That Fly, cute song highly recommend

rbs and comments appreciated :)

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That was real right? He didn’t make that up in his head? That happened. Right?

Willie was abruptly knocked out of their thoughts as his board hit a crack in the sidewalk, sending him onto the pavement, scraping his knee. Although, the stinging did help them snap out of the daze he was in, making him realize that yes, this is real life, and yes, he and Alex Mercer almost kissed.

***

“Stop, you’re not allowed to be that good at everything.” Willie teased as Alex just barely completed a loop around him.

“I feel like we are experiencing different timelines here or something.” Alex let out a shaky laugh as he flailed his arms in an attempt to regain the balance he’d just lost. Luckily, Willie held out their arm for him to grab just in time.

“Come on, you’re doing great! Just need to have a little more faith in yourself.” Willie smiled gently, offering extra support with his free hand.

Alex scoffed. “I think I’m a roller skating kind of guy.”

“Well, I disagree but if that’s how you feel—”

Alex rolled his eyes, making Willies stomach flutter. He helped him off the skateboard and they sat down on the couch in the studio. Willie ignored the fact that despite having the entire couch to themselves, they sat right up against each other, and he especially ignored the way their knees touching made his heart beat faster than normal.

“Actually, I think solid ground is where it’s at.” Alex said, only half-joking.

“I guess, but the wheels add some spice that solid ground could never live up to.”

“Exactly. You know exactly what you’re getting with solid ground. Me and wheels have a complicated relationship.”

“Oh really? You guys have a falling out?” Willie teased.

“Ha, yeah. There was some falling.” Alex gave a sarcastic laugh.

“But that’s the fun part! You can get some pretty rad scars from skating.” Willie pointed out.

“‘Rad?’ What, are you from the 80’s?”

“Listen—” Willie shushed him, shoving his shoulder into him playfully.

They laughed for a moment before falling into a comfortable silence. Willie was really tempted to lay his head onto Alex’s shoulder, or hold his hand.

His hand was right there. It would be so easy... But instead he grabbed their own hand and started messing with their fingers.

“So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?” He asked lamely.

“We’re rehearsing for our gig tomorrow night. Luke and Julie are going over the set list one last time right now but we should be starting pretty soon.” Alex replied, checking the time on his phone before looking back at Willie. “Actually, if you wanna hangout while we rehearse, I don’t think they’d mind.”

“Oh, yeah! That sounds great!” Willie smiled.

“Cool.” Alex nodded, and maybe he was seeing things, but Willie could’ve sworn his cheeks were turning pink. That made him giggle.

“So, what’s the set list then?” They asked curiously. He shifted his body so that he could look at Alex, only mildly upset about the loss of contact, but being able to see the faded pink in Alex’s cheeks made up for it.

“Well, usually we start with Edge of Great, but Julie and Luke wrote this new song that is perfect to open with and I just know everyone’s gonna love it—”

Willie stared at Alex as he rambled on about the show and they couldn’t help the soft smile on their lips. Alex noticed almost immediately and stopped talking, almost embarrassed.

“What?” He asked.

“No, it’s nothing.” Willie said, waving his hand for them to move past it.

“No, I feel like you’re judging me!” Alex giggled.

“No! I’m not judging you!” Willie reassured. “You’re just really cute when you talk about music.” He said softly.

Alex went bright red. “Oh.” He replied in the same tone.

The air around them went quiet again, but this time filled with a different feeling. The feeling that there was nothing else in the world but the two of them. And suddenly their faces were a lot closer than Willie had realized. His eyes flicked down to Alex’s lips subconsciously and then back to his eyes, which he found were doing the same thing. There was nothing stopping him, all he had to do was lean in just a little bit more...

“WHO’S READY TO MAKE SOME MUSIC!” Reggie called excitedly as he entered the garage, making Willie and Alex jump apart. Reggie eyed them suspiciously. “Oh, hey Willie.” He said, eyebrows pulled together like he was piecing together what just happened.

“Hey.” Willie breathed uncomfortably. He felt like he couldn’t get enough air.

“Are you gonna hangout for rehearsal?” Reggie asked.

“Actually, uh, I gotta get going.” Willie sputtered before his brain could catch up to his mouth. They stood up and grabbed their things messily.

“I thought you said—”

“I just remembered I have to do something.” Willie cut Alex off. “I’ll see you tomorrow though?”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” Alex said quietly, failing at hiding his disappointment and making Willies chest ache.

“Cool.” Willie said. “See ya.” He threw an awkward peace sign at Reggie (who gave him one back) and skated out of the garage as fast as he possibly could.

***

“You are a disaster.” Flynn scolded, grabbing a dinosaur band-aid out of her desk drawer.

“I know!” Willie yelled into her pillow. She plopped down onto the bed in front of him.

“Why didn’t you just kiss him! You had the opportunity and he clearly wanted to kiss you too!” She yelled.

“I don’t know!” Willie whined, throwing the pillow back down into his lap. “I wanted to but I froze! And then Reggie showed up and I couldn’t stay after that! What if he didn’t want that to happen, what if he hates me now!”

“He doesn’t hate you! He’s very clearly in love with you, I don’t know what you’re not understanding about this.” She peeled the paper off the band-aid and carefully stuck it to Willies knee.

“You don’t know that.” He huffed.

“Who do you think you’re talking to? He likes you. When have I ever been wrong?”

They hated to admit it, but there have been very few times Flynn has been wrong.

“Fine. But what am I supposed to do?”

“Go back there? Ask him on a date or kiss him or just literally do anything.”

“I can’t go back! He’s rehearsing! I don’t wanna barge in while they’re rehearsing. And I left so fast it’d be so awkward—”

“Stop making excuses!” Flynn shook their shoulders, as they pouted. “Call him and say you forgot something.”

“I didn’t forget anything.” He said plainly. Flynn shot him a look.

“Duh! I know that, but if you tell him you’re coming back to get something then you can’t chicken out.” She explained, exasperated.

“Oh! Well what should I say I forgot?”

“Your phone, that's a reasonable thing you’d need to get back.”

“Okay. Okokok.” Willie mumbled to themself pulling out his phone and scrolling through his contacts before Flynn snatched it from them.

“What are you doing?”

“Calling him like you said!”

“Use my phone dummy! If you call him from your phone he’ll know you didn’t leave it there!” She opened her phone and before Willie realized what was happening, the phone was ringing on speaker.

“Hello?” Alex’s voice cracked through the phone.

Flynn looked at Willie and then back to the phone when he just sat there mouth agape.

“Um, hi. It’s Willie, not Flynn, I, um, left my phone in the studio and I’m on my way back to grab it.” They stuttered, hitting his head at his awkwardness.

“Oh alright. See you soon, then.”

“Yup. See ya.” Willie threw his head in his hands, their face turning bright red. Flynn ended the call and leaned against her wall with their arms crossed.

“You really are a disaster huh.” She teased.

Willie threw his pillow at them playfully and jumped off the bed. “I hate you.” He laughed.

“Love you too.” She grinned slyly. “Now, go tell your boyfriend he’s cool and you wanna kiss him!”

Willie groaned as he grabbed his things as Flynn shooed him out of her room.

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“He’s coming back.” Alex said quickly. His friends shared the same look as they all “ooooooo”d at him.

“Guys stop! What do I do!” He cried.

“Man calm down, it’s alright.” Reggie consoled him.

“Why’re they coming back?” Julie asked turning her keyboard off so she can lean on the keys.

“Said they forgot their phone.” Alex replied.

“Mhm, right. Sure he did.” Luke teased. If he were closer Alex would’ve shoved him but he felt like he was glued to his seat.

“What do I do?” Alex asked again.

“I mean, we can keep rehearsing till he gets here if that’ll take your mind off of it?” Julie suggested.

God bless Julie. Alex nodded.

“I don’t know, it seems like he and Willie have some unfinished business.” Reggie winked.

“No! Nothing was happening! Nothing happened, it’s nothing. He just needs his phone back.” Alex tried to ignore his friends snickering but his mind flashed back to Willie on the couch in front of him. He really thought Willie had wanted to kiss him, but if how he left says anything, Alex must’ve misread the situation. They probably hated him.

“Dude, I can practically hear your thoughts and I promise you, he likes you.” Reggie assured him.

“You can’t know that for sure.” Alex mumbled, watching his drumstick twirl through his fingers.

“Maybe not but, we’ve all noticed how they look at you.” Luke cut in.

“It’s not exactly a secret.” Julie said sweetly.

“I just... I care about them a lot and what if you’re wrong and that’s just how he acts with his friends—”

“No, dude, we’re not letting you talk yourself out of this one.” Luke laughed.

“Seriously, Alex, you should go for it!” Reggie said encouragingly, walking around his drums to clap his shoulder.

Alex thought about it, he really did. He really thought for a second that he could do it, he could just lean forward and kiss him and they’d live happily ever after. But he over thought it, as usual.

“I don’t know. Maybe someday.” He shrugged.

“You can’t just wait for someday! You gotta go after what you want!” Luke exclaimed. Julie nodded.

Alex smiled at his friends. He appreciated their support but he couldn’t help but be afraid. Deep down, he knew they were right. He knew if Reggie had been just a minute later... But he still didn’t want to get his hopes up too high. Because there’s always that what if that won’t leave him alone.

There was a gentle knock on the garage doors as Willie stepped into view, he was hugging his arms and had a soft smile on his face. They carefully waved at everyone before he made eye contact with Alex, and suddenly it felt just like they were on the couch again. Just the two of them.

You know what. Maybe it’s time for someday.

Alex stood up from his drums and walked over to Willie, trying to act nonchalant. He heard Julie clear her throat to get the other two to stop staring at them and at least pretend to do something else.

“Hey.” Alex breathed.

“Hey.” Willie replied. “Can I actually see you, out here?” He asked shyly, nodding his head out side.

Alex nodded and followed Willie out of view of his band mates.

“Sorry, I probably should’ve looked for your phone before you got here but—” before Alex could finish his sentence Willie had cupped Alex’s face and pulled him into a kiss.

Alex felt like his heart had just exploded and he wasn’t completely sure if he was real anymore, but then he felt his hand rest on Willies cheek and he could confirm that yes, this was happening.

It didn’t last longer than a few seconds before Willie pulled away again. Their eyes searched Alex’s face for any sign of his emotion but Alex had completely stopped functioning and didn’t quite know what to do until he felt Willies grip on his face loosen.

“I’m sorry—” He tried to retract his hands but Alex held them in place, and he couldn’t help but laugh. He saw Willie’s worry fade and Alex pulled him back into a kiss. This one much softer, less rushed. No longer a question, but an answer.

They pulled apart and Alex noticed Willie shrinking down a bit and smiled to himself.

“Do you have to stand on your tiptoes to kiss me?” He asked cheekily.

Willie raised his eyebrows. “That’s the question you have right now?”

Alex nodded, his smile unmoving.

“I’m glad you have your priorities set.” Willie laughed.

“Definitely.” Alex whispered. “Priority number one, make you stand on your tiptoes to kiss me again.”

“You’re mean.” Willie pouted. Alex laughed and Willie gave him a playful shove before Alex pulled him back onto his tiptoes.

“It’s about time.” Reggie whispered as he Luke and Julie peeked around the door and watched their friend.

“Luke,” He stood up straight and held out his hand.

Luke groaned and fished for his wallet in his pockets, handing him a $20 bill.

“Thank you.” Reggie said smugly, pocketing the cash.

Julie laughed and shook her head at her friends and they all made their way back to their respective instruments. Julie pulled out her phone.

Flynn: did he do it??

Julie: yup. reggie’s $20 richer

Flynn: about time!! took those fools long enough, geez

Julie: really tho

Alex walked back into the studio a blushing smiley mess and sat at his drums again, not saying a word despite his friends staring at him expectantly.

He scanned their faces from his seat behind his drums.

“From the top?”

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a/n: let it be known that reggie used that $20 to buy a fish and he named it Gil and he is the best fish dad ever

[blownbybakugou]

1K Special | The Chick From Chicken Hut|

Thank you all so much for getting me to 1K! Here is a gift from me to you!

Pairing: Hawks x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2k

The gentle breeze of the night lightly ruffled his feathers as Keigo shuffled quickly to his favorite fast food place; Chicken Hut. The chicken was the best in town, and despite it being mildly unhealthy, Hawks was obsessed with the chicken they had there. So much, that at 3am, if he had cravings for it, he’d go and get it. Much like now. Keigo strutted through the entrance of the meat scented shop and leaned against the front counter, not bothering to look at the cashier. “I’ll have my regular.” He claims cheekily, batting his eyelashes under his yellow face covering. “And that is?” A voice asks, tapping their fingers against the tabletop. Keigo flips around quickly, expecting the guy that usually knew his order. But instead, he saw you. The glowing, beautiful, alluring woman before him. “Sorry, I’m new. I’m guessing you come here often?” You ask softly, giving a small smile. Dumbfounded, Hawks just stares at your glossy lips, almost in a trance at how welcoming they looked to him.

“Uh, hello? Do you want me to call an ambulance?” You ask, waving a hand in front of his dazed orbs. “No, no! I’m fine. Can I have 2 large buckets of chicken legs, with a small side of mashed potatoes?” He chuckles, rubbing the back of neck that was hot from embarrassment. “Okay! That will be ¥2186” You exclaim, sending the order to the back. In a flash, around ¥10,500 was slammed down onto the counter. “Keep the change.” He states, a grin forming onto his lips. “Um, a-are you sure? This is 100 US dollars, sir. I can give you change-”

“No, you can keep it. I have money to spare.” He boasts, his big, scarlet wings twitching behind him. “Yeah, okay.” You grunt, putting the money away and going to the back to see if his food was ready. You honestly just didn’t want to have to make conversation with the cocky bastard, and you knew if you stood there with him, you’d obviously have to. He did oddly look somewhat familiar to you, like you had seen him before. You try not to let the thought cloud your mind for long, as the food was ready. Since it was 3am, the order was out relatively fast, and you were quick to hand the abnormally large bag of meat to the bird-like man. 

“Thanks for coming to Chicken Hut, come again” You say, waving him off as he checked the contents of the bag. He gave you a quick wink when he walked out of the store, and it was just then when you realized why he looked so familiar. That was the pro hero, Hawks.

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The next day, Keigo came back, this time bearing flowers. ust to make sure you would be there, he made sure to arrive at the same time he had beforehand, even though this time his craving for chicken wasn’t as heavy as before. “Hello, beautiful lady.” He chirps, sticking the flowers out for you. “O-Oh. Well, it’s not everyday that I get flowers from a pro hero. Thank you, Hawks.” You smile. You were still a bit irked at how much money he flaunted at you yesterday, but this action nearly made you forget about it completely. “Ah, so you do know who I am.” Hawks laughed, eyes crinkled from enjoyment. “I didn’t realize until you walked out yesterday. Guess I was a bit tired from all the late nights.” You claim, brushing back some out of place hairs. “Well, I’ll have-” “2 large buckets of chicken legs and a small side of mashed potatoes. Already put the order in.” You giggle, leaning your chest into the edge of the counter.

“So, I brought you these because I wanted to take you out for a cup of coffee. Get to know each other and stuff. Are you interested?” He asks, removing the yellow tinted goggles from his head. You felt heat rise to your cheeks and neck at the confession, but you covered it up swiftly by looking down at your fingers. “Yeah sure. I guess it has been awhile since I’ve gone out.” You mumble, finally looking up at the blonde hero. “Glad to hear, little bird. Is tomorrow at 3 good with you?” He grins. Your heart skips a bat at the nickname, but you do your best to cover it up with a snide comment. “Is it 3pm or am this time? Because I don’t know if I can keep up with your hectic sleep schedules.” You laugh, and watch as Keigo rolls his eyes. “I’m not the one who works at 3am.” He scoffs, then joins in on your laughter. “Okay, you win. Tomorrow at 3pm.” You emphasize the pm, giggling at the end to make him smile again. Because you were beginning to think his smile was addictive.

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You were taking your sweet time getting ready, knowing that you didn’t have to meet up with Takami for another 30 minutes yet, and you also needed to make sure you looked perfect. You had given Hawks your number to tell you where you would be meeting up, and no more than 5 minutes after he had left with your digits, you got a message. 

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You entered the café, looking over the scenery and people, before spotting Hawks’ crimson wings near the window booth. “Hey, you made it.” Keigo smirks and gestures to the seat across from him. You gingerly sit down, and return the smile he gave you. "Yeah, well how could someone skip out on a date with the pro hero Hawks?” You respond. "A date?” Kei chirps up. You giggle, nodding while maintaining an evident blush across your cheeks. “You really know how to make a man bend to his will, ya know?” you brush off his comment with your own. “I work at Chicken Hut, the only way could make a man-bend to my will is by holding his order hostage” You roll your eyes. “I don't know, you caught my attention with one look.”

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The date went on for hours, long after the café closed, until it was time for your night shift once again. “C’mon, not even a discount?” “Nope, sorry. You got to pay for your food like everybody else.” The pout on Keigo’s lips made you weak to your knees, and mindlessly, you walked to the back to retrieve his chicken. 

“Here, take it.” You huff, your cheeks glowing a red that could make Hawks’ scarlet wings jealous. “Looks like my little songbird has a little crush on me” Takami hums, wearing a flashy grin that made your face burn a little hotter. “The fact that you’re referring to me as your songbird means that you feel the same way, idiot.” You backfire, jumping over the counter to face him. “What’re you gonna do about it, little chick?” He says smugly, looking into your eyes to take his dominance. “This.” You catch his lips, moving them rhythmically with him and drape your arms over his shoulders. The kiss was only a few seconds long, but you knew that you weren’t the only one who felt the flying sparks between you two. And that fact made your nerves calm down slightly, the nerves that were making your confidence shred to bits, and making the tips of your ears a bright shade of red.  

“Aw, is my little chick embarrassed?” You turn away, only for him to grab your jaw, and pull you back towards him. His wings wrapped around the both of you, caging you in his arms. “Have you ever had a dream, little chick?” Keigo asks, his voice making you shiver. “Of course I have!” You mock. “What is it then, Ms. Confidence?” He shot back, chuckling. “I wanted to be a chef, or at least be the apprentice of one. But sadly, that kind o stuff requires real money. Money that I don’t have.” You mumble to him. The food prep team were all in the back, and you could nearly feel their gazes burning holes into your head, which was barely sticking out of the top of Keigo’s wings. “Looks like my little bird has an audience.” He purrs, stroking your hair with his calloused hand. “I think they’re looking at you, bird brain.” You roll your eyes, all while wondering how long you could keep up this faux act of assertiveness. Hawks clicks his tongue, tapping your bottom lips with his pointer finger. “Such mean words, songbird” He whines, releasing you from his wing-trap. “Anyway, I’ll be off now. Thanks for the free food babe” He winks, speed-walking out of the place, into the breezy night. But you were happy knowing that he would come back the very next early morning.

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Oh how wrong you were. You may have gotten a little hopeful of your 3am fling, and that’s what drug you down when you saw that the blonde hero didn’t come in the next day. You had been so excited, that you had even prepared his food before he came in, and made sure to keep it warm in the back. You thought you were being smart, prepping it early so he wouldn’t have to wait long, but when he didn’t show, your efforts were wasted. One man and woman clad in tuxes entered the place, making your hopes completely drown. “Hello, what would you like?” You say, your voice dull and emotionless. “2 large buckets of chicken legs and a small side of potatoes” The female responded. Your eyes widened, but then the second one spoke up. “And we would also like permission to escort you to your new workplace.” He deadpans. “New workplace?” You ask. The agent look-a-likes don’t respond, only gesture to the door. Removing your uniform apron, you grab your coat and purse and follow them out. 

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You were intimidated by the large building they had brought you to, but you knew this building all too well. It was Harumi Kurihara’s chef’s school, the one you had been saving up to get in, for years now. “Ma’am, would you like us to walk you in? Or you would go in by yourself and meet up with Mr. Takami.” Your eyes practically bulged out of their sockets when you heard that name. “Hawks?” You chocked, watching as the female went to your side of the car and opened the door for you. “Indeed. We should go, he is waiting” You shuffled out of the car, and into the exquisite structure. “Hey, Bird-Brain!” You call out, treading towards him. “Mean-Lady, what do you think?” You lad into his arms, pressing your lips against him expertly. “Fuck you. I don’t like you because of your money, so don’t spend this much on me.” You grumble. “That was an awfully weird ‘fuck you’, songbird.” Keigo smirks. “And also, I didn’t spend money on you. Harumi and I are close friends.” You scoff, and give him yet another kiss, thanking him properly. “Thanks. But don’t do this again. I’m not the fondest when you flaunt your connections and money.” You deadpan, pecking his lips once more. 

“I got other things I can flaunt, don’t worry.” His hands slithered to your rear to hold you up, and then he squeezes your ass suggestively. You suddenly hear the pattering of heels against the white marble tiles, and look over to see Harumi Kurihara herself. You shake, your nerves overtaking you.

“Don’t worry baby. You’ll always be the chick from Chicken Hut I love.”

[css1992]

Damn, love your starker content. If you're looking for a prompt or something, I have one I think would be great for this pairing: TeenAU starker where Peter has braces and wants to give Tony a blowjob, even tho he's never done it before. Cue braces getting stuck followed by an embarrassing hospital trip or getting caught by someone. Tx for top tier starker.

First of all, I’m so sorry this took so long, I was having that worst writer’s block, I hope you can forgive me and I hope you’re still out there to read this! T.T Second of all, thank you so much for your kind words, sweetie, you’re too nice

High school AU, explicit, 18+

Word count: 5.7k

Summary: And even though he knew how he felt in his heart, he wasn’t quite ready to say it out loud, wasn’t ready to put it in so many words. He worried it was too soon, maybe Tony would freak out and leave, but still, he wanted to take a step further in their relationship, he wanted to show Tony how much he appreciated him. So he came up with a plan and it involved, well, his mouth. But he’d hesitated for too long and now he had freaking braces and he couldn’t help feeling a little insecure about them.

Warnings: mentions of bullying, mild violence (not explicit), anal fingering, oral sex, brief mention of blood. If you find anything triggering, please let me know!

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“Come on, babe, there’s no way I’m not gonna like it, you’re beautiful, you couldn’t look bad if you tried.” Tony tried to pry Peter’s hands away from his mouth, but the younger teen held them tighter against his face, shaking his head firmly. “Please, for me? Just let me see it, you can’t hide forever, right? Get it over with.” Peter frowned, but then sighed, thinking to himself that Tony was right, there was no way he could hide it much longer anyway. Better rip that band-aid off. He took a deep breath, let his arms fall to his sides and smiled tentatively at his boyfriend. Tony held his face in his hands, thumbs stroking his cheekbones softly as he admired the metal wires and brackets on Peter’s teeth and that must have been the most embarrassing moment of his life. “You look so cute right now, you know that, right? I could eat you right up.”

“You mean it?” Peter whispered quietly, afraid that Tony would notice that he sounded funny, too, not yet used to how the braces sat against the roof of his mouth.

“Of course, munchkin.” He pulled Peter close and placed a sweet, warm kiss on his lips and it made the butterflies in his stomach go wild, but it quieted his nervous heart. He pulled away and smiled a little wider, if Tony said it was cute, then maybe –

“What’s wrong with your face, Penis? Looks like you had a fight with a cheese grater and lost.” Of course Flash wouldn’t leave it alone, Peter should have known. He closed his lips tightly and shrank against his locker, dropping his gaze to the floor, only to hear and feel Tony moving away from him and towards Flash.

“Wanna say that again, you little fucker? Come on, I fucking dare you, I’m gonna show you what’s wrong with your face, I’ll break your fucking teeth and no braces will be able to fix your ugly mug ever again, you fucking piece of shit.“ The boy kept pushing at Flash’s chest until he was cowering against the opposite wall and Peter jumped into action, pulling Tony’s arm just as other students started gathering around them in the hall, curious to see what the commotion was all about. Tony had already been suspended for punching Flash in the face not three weeks earlier, Peter couldn’t let him get in trouble again, he knew Tony’s father was… a complicated man.

“Tony, it’s ok, it’s fine, come on, leave it alone.” After a lot of pulling, he was finally able to get his boyfriend off Flash’s face. He didn’t waste any time and scurried away, yelling something over his shoulder that Peter couldn’t quite make out. Tony was fuming, face red, hands closed into fists. The younger teen peppered small kisses on his cheeks and lips to try and calm him down some, and finally the boy seemed to come back to himself. “It’s ok, I’m ok.”

“It’s really not, Pete, that asshole can’t talk to you like that, I swear to God, I’m gonna –“

“Forget about him, come on, he’s gone.” He stole a quick kiss from the older boy, who sighed heavily, burying his hands in Peter’s curls to pull him closer, deepening the kiss.

Peter still shivered and blushed at Tony’s eagerness and boldness. It was all pretty new to him, he’d never had a boyfriend before, just a few short flings. Tony, on the other hand, was – to put it mildly – very experienced. He’d dated pretty much all of the cheerleaders and a few guys on the football team. It was weird for Peter, kissing him in the halls, having Tony walk him to and from classes, sitting at the “cool table” in the cafeteria, having people that he’d never met in his whole entire life gossiping about him.  

Peter had heard so many stories about Tony before they got together that when he asked him out, almost four months earlier, he was sure it had to be a prank. There was just no way the Tony Stark could actually be interested in him, so, naturally, he said no. The older boy had looked so confused and shocked as he took a few steps away from Peter, all that famous confidence and cockiness completely gone.

“Oh,” he whispered, sticking his hands in his pockets, looking around the empty classroom he’d pulled Peter into. “I just – I mean, are you seeing someone else?”

“What?” Peter blushed, heart racing and palms sweating. He was so nervous, Tony was known for being a bit of a hothead, he always got into trouble for losing his shit and starting fights, Peter wasn’t sure if maybe he’d get angry because his prank didn’t work. “It’s not – I’m not seeing anyone, I just – I’m –” He stammered, not fully able to complete his sentences. To his surprise, the older boy didn’t get angry, he just ran a hand through his thick, dark hair and smiled in defeat.

“Is it because I got suspended last week? I swear, it wasn’t my fault, that asshole was bullying my friend. Bruce! You know him, right? He’s in the Decathlon team with you, ask him!” His eyes were wide, like maybe he’d found the reason why Peter said no, but then he quickly deflated. “Unless you just don’t wanna go out with me, which is fine, I mean, you don’t have to like me, I just thought – well, doesn’t matter.”

“Look, I know this is a prank.” Peter frowned, and Tony’s eyebrows shot into his hairline.

“Excuse me?” The older boy looked at him like he’d grown a second head, and Peter thought maybe he’d pissed him off for good. “What, you think I’m some mean girl in a teen movie or something?”

“I just – why would you even ask me out, honestly? You don’t even know me and you’re always making fun of the Decathlon team and the school band – both of which I’m a part of, in case you don’t know.” Peter had noticed Tony was always at the Decathlon competitions and band practice, and he was always laughing and whispering with his friends, and Peter could swear that he sometimes caught him looking directly at him before whispering something to James Rhodes.  

“Ok, first of all, I don’t make fun of the team or the band, I just make fun of Bruce, but that’s because he’s my best friend and we like to mess with each other, I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m sorry. And yeah, I don’t really know you, but I’d like to, that’s exactly why I’m asking you out. You’re smart, talented, and it doesn’t hurt that you’re easy on the eyes, to be honest.” He stuck his hands in his pockets and shrugged his shoulders. Peter felt his face burning and dropped his gaze to the floor. “There’s no evil plan, I just think you’re cute, is all.”

“How do I know you’re telling the truth? That you’re not messing with me?” He whispered, looking at him from under his eyelashes and, again, the older teen just shrugged.

“I guess you’ll just have to trust me, shortcake.”

And Peter did. For whatever stupid reason, he did. He didn’t really know Tony, just knew about him – knew that he was a certified genius, but also a troublemaker. He knew he was filthy rich, but he didn’t hang out with other rich kids, like Flash and Osborn, he was best friends with Rhodes, Pepper and Bruce, who, like Peter, didn’t come from money. He knew he was really popular and he dated around a lot, but he wasn’t an asshole about it – not that Peter knew, at least. He didn’t kiss and tell, he never slut-shamed anyone or leaked nudes of his exes, which was more than Peter could say about most guys in school.

So he gave it a shot, said yes and they went out for burgers. Tony was nice, funny and smart – but he was also sarcastic, short-tempered and a little arrogant. Peter wasn’t really sure how he felt about him after the date was over, but when he went to bed that night, he couldn’t stop thinking about him,  about his lips – couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss he’d dodged in his car when he dropped him home. Still, the older boy had smiled and kissed his cheek instead.

The next day, Peter was standing by his locker in between classes, talking to Ned and MJ about the movie marathon they were planning for the weekend, when he noticed the older boy approaching. Peter wasn’t sure if Tony would talk to him in front of the whole school, he had a reputation to keep and Peter was kind of a nerd, but not only did he talk to him, he also kissed his cheek as he greeted him, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Hey, I’m Tony,” he introduced himself to a very flustered Ned and an unimpressed and suspicious-looking MJ. The former just waved dumbly and made a weird sound at the back of his throat and the latter just nodded at him, acknowledging his presence. Tony didn’t seem to mind the weird interaction, just turned back to Peter and smiled. “Wanna grab lunch together today?”

And that was probably the very moment Peter started falling for him. Slowly, but surely. He insisted on carrying his books, walking him to class, sitting with him at lunch, he even drove him home most days, even though his house was nowhere near Queens. He was a bit of a hothead, yes, and he sure as hell was trouble – and May could smell it from a mile away when Peter introduced him – but he was also the kindest, sweetest, most amazing person Peter had ever met and he wished Tony would let other people see that.  

Peter loved him. At least he thought he did, he’d never been in love before, but he missed Tony like crazy whenever they were apart for more than five seconds; he cared if he ate properly and regularly; he worried about his health and safety all the time; he always thought about him whenever he watched rom-coms with May on movie nights; his heart fluttered whenever he was around and, more importantly, he just wanted to be with him, take care of him. All the time. If that wasn’t love, what else could it be?

And even though he knew how he felt in his heart, he wasn’t quite ready to say it out loud, wasn’t ready to put it in so many words. He worried it was too soon, maybe Tony would freak out and leave, but still, he wanted to take a step further in their relationship, he wanted to show Tony how much he appreciated him. So he came up with a plan and it involved, well, his mouth. But he’d hesitated for too long and now he had freaking braces and he couldn’t help feeling a little insecure about them.

But then Tony looked at him with those beautiful, soft brown eyes, smiled at him and stroked his cheek with such devotion, and all his insecurities melted away and he just wanted Tony to know how much he loved him.

“Hey, about this Friday,” he started, pulling away from the kiss. He was still self-conscious about how he sounded because of the braces, but Tony didn’t seem to notice anything different, at least he didn’t mention it.  

“What about it, short stuff?” He smiled sweetly, wrapping his arms around Peter’s waist, pulling him closer. He placed small kisses on his jaw and chin and the younger teen giggled, pushing him away without any force. Peter always refrained from pointing out that Tony was only a few inches taller than him – the older teen seemed so happy he found someone shorter than him to mess with,  Peter let him have his fun.

“So, you know how my aunt is dating this guy from work?” Tony frowned, a little confused, but Peter just kept looking at him expectantly.

“Yeah?”

“She told me yesterday that she’s going to spend the night at his place on Friday.” He tried to give his boyfriend a sexy smile, but then remembered that the braces would probably make it look silly, so he closed his lips quickly. Still, Tony looked very excited and interested when he realized what Peter meant.

“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow, a lopsided grin of his own taking over his face.

“Yeah, so I thought – maybe we could order some pizza and you could, uhm, spend the night?” He dropped his gaze to somewhere around Tony’s chest, brushing off imaginary dust from his shirt, as his face grew hot, when he felt the older teen’s finger under his chin, forcing him to look up at him.  

“Pete… Are you sure?” He asked him firmly, serious, looking for a truthful answer, and Peter nodded.

“Just – uh, I’m not sure if I’m ready to go… all the way,” he whispered quietly, “but like – you know.” He blushed bright red, but Tony didn’t let him avert his gaze. He smiled and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to do anything. I’m actually a great cuddler, did you know that?”

“Silly.” Peter laughed, slapping him on the chest, feeling a little less nervous. “So, is that a yes?”

“That’s a hell yes, baby face.”  

For the rest of the week, Peter couldn’t think of anything else. MJ stopped listening to him by Wednesday and just rolled her eyes whenever Peter mentioned anything Friday-related, but Ned was just as invested on the date as Peter was. He helped him pick an outfit, the perfect movie and even the pizza place they’d order from. He went as far as to send him articles about how to give good blowjobs and handjobs and Peter had to draw the line there – although he did read the articles and made some research of his own.

So on Friday, Peter waved May off, promised to be good – which she didn’t believe much – and hurried to make sure everything was perfect. His bed was made, his sheets were freshly clean and smelled like fabric softener, and there were so many pillows on the couch he wasn’t sure where they were supposed to sit, but oh, well.

He dressed casual, but Ned said he looked hot when he tried the outfit on earlier that week. He hoped he did. He wore gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt that was a little tight over his chest – he didn’t have a broad, strong chest, but it looked ok. He fluffed his hair – Tony loved his curls – and tried not to give a lot of thought to the braces in his mouth, he still wasn’t comfortable with how he looked with them, but Tony always made sure to let him know he thought he still looked beautiful, so. There was that.

So when the bell rang, he took a deep breath, gave himself a little pep talk and opened the door. Tony was leaning against the doorway, looking sinfully sexy in black, ripped jeans and a leather jacket. He smiled at Peter and pulled him in for a kiss, and if the younger teen was already breathless just from looking at his boyfriend, that kiss almost sent him over.

“Hey, peanut. You look gorgeous.” He gave him a once over, as he put some distance between them, and Peter blushed slightly, slapping his chest.

“Come on in.” He opened the door further and Tony stepped inside, quickly getting rid of his jacket  and shoes, probably remembering that last time he was there aunt May almost bit his head off when he tried to walk into her living room in his combat boots.

“So, your aunt isn’t home?” He wondered out loud, taking a look around the apartment as if expecting aunt May to just jump from behind the furniture or something. It was funny, Tony was always on edge when she was around, trying to be a good boy, but she saw right through him.

“No, don’t worry, the coast is clear.” The younger teen smiled, sitting on the couch. The older boy quickly followed with a wicked grin, sitting close beside him, placing an arm around his shoulders. Peter chewed his lips and turned on the TV, feeling his heart race in anticipation. “Do you want to pick the movie?”

“No, I’m fine with whatever you wanna watch.” Tony kissed the ball of his shoulder, slowly peppering kisses along his collarbone. Peter’s breath hitched and he knew the blush was surely going all the all way from his cheeks down to his chest.

“Uhm, are you hungry yet? I thought we could order some pizza.” He turned slightly to the side, noticing that Tony didn’t seem very interested in anything else besides ravishing the skin of his neck. “Tony,” he sighed.

“Is this okay?” He whispered, moving away a little to look Peter in the eye. The younger teen turned to look back at him, nodding slowly.

Tony smiled and closed the distance between them, pulling him by the neck to kiss him deeply, slowly. Time stopped right then and there, the room was silent, the sound of their lips moving together the only thing he could hear, the burning touch of Tony’s hands on his skin the only thing he could feel.

Funny thing was, no matter how nervous he’d been up until that moment, the second their lips touched, he felt safe, wanted, loved. He knew Tony wouldn’t do anything he wasn’t comfortable with, so he let himself go, melting into his arms like like it was the safest place in the world.

He felt the older teen wrap his arms around his waist, pulling him softly, and gave in, climbing into his lap to straddle his thighs. Tony grunted when he felt Peter’s ass press down onto his jeans-clad erection and bucked his hips up, hands sliding from his waist to his lower back to pull him even closer. Peter’s heated skin shivered as their chests touched and Tony bit his lower lip, before pulling him into a messy, wet kiss. The younger boy rocked his hips eagerly, whimpering against Tony’s bitten lips as he felt his own rock-hard cock rubbing against the older teen’s taut stomach, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Tony’s fingers ventured under his shirt, short nails scratching across the skin of his arched back, before lifting it slowly, as if asking for permission. It wouldn’t be a first, they hadn’t done much, but they’d had a few heavy make out sessions that usually ended with both of them shirtless – but not much more than that. Peter just raised his arms and let Tony take his shirt off, baring his chest, then went right back to kissing his neck, as the older teen moaned and rutted against his ass, his cock was so hard Peter could swear he could feel it pressing against his hole, begging for entrance, even through the many layers of clothing.

“Are you doing okay there, Pete?” Tony breathed into his mouth and the other boy shivered and nodded quickly, biting Tony’s chin and burying his fingers in his hair. The older teen’s teeth and tongue slowly made their way down his throat and towards his collarbone as Peter threw his head back, closing his eyes to concentrate on the feeling of his fingers squeezing the soft flesh where his hips met his ass. “I wanna try something. You trust me?” He placed soft kisses on his chest, then his tongue found one of Peter’s perked-up, sensitive nipples and he gasped, nodding frantically. “Good.”

His hands slid lower to Peter’s ass and he squeezed roughly, kneading his cheeks as he mouthed at his nipples, alternating sloppy, wet kisses with sharp, gentle nibbles, which drove the younger teen mad with want and turned the small nubs an angry red. It almost distracted him from the fact the Tony’s hands were now making their way down the back of his pants and underwear, skin to skin, the rough pads of Tony’s fingers scratching his soft flesh.

Okay, that’s new, Peter thought, and he liked it. He closed his eyes and bit his lower lip, as Tony sucked bruises on his collarbones, his fingers slowly making their way to Peter’s crack, until one of them pressed directly against his rim, touching it, but nothing else, and his breath hitched. He pulled away a little, looking down at the other teen’s face.

“Tony, I’m – I don’t think I’m –“

“Don’t worry, it’s okay, I know you’re not ready. I just wanna make you feel good, ok? Promise.” He kissed Peter’s chin softly, which made the younger boy sigh, eyes fluttering closed, as he nodded his head. “Let me know if you want me to stop, ok? Anytime you need to stop, just say the word.” Tony whispered against his pulse point and, again, Peter nodded, and then he felt the finger pressed against his hole start to move slowly, just rubbing circles against the puckered skin and Peter was so confused, because it felt fucking amazing. And dirty. And wrong. And right.

He felt Tony moving underneath him and he knew he wasn’t just rutting against him – which he was, too. He saw him take something out of his back pocket with his other hand, then the pressure against his hole disappeared, and Peter whined loudly in complaint, then blushed furiously in embarrassment. Tony smirked at him, licking his lips.

“Patience, padawan.” He placed a kiss on his chin, then Peter heard him uncap something and when he looked down, he noticed Tony was holding a tube of lube. His fingers tightened on Tony’s shoulders and the older teen looked up at him. “Hey, what did I say? Do you want to stop?” Peter shook his head quickly, holding Tony’s face in his hands.

“I trust you,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss him, and as soon as their mouths made contact, he relaxed again.

Tony held him close, deepening the kiss, and for a few minutes, that’s all they did. Peter rutted slowly against Tony’s stomach and the older teen rolled his hips in time with him, as they kissed and kissed like time meant nothing – and it didn’t. It really didn’t.

At some point, he felt the other teen’s hands sliding again down the back of his pants, he could feel his fingers were wet and colder than a few minutes earlier and he braced himself for what he knew was about to come. At first, Tony just rested a digit against his hole, rubbing it gently, not applying any pressure, and once the younger teen relaxed completely, muscles going lax, he felt one finger try to breach him.

“Umf, Tony,” he whimpered, and he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say, why he was calling his name, he just wanted to say it. The older teen shushed him, warm, wet lips pulled his earlobe into his mouth, nibbling lightly as his finger sunk in deeper and deeper into Peter. “Oh, fuck.”

Peter had fingered himself before, but it was so fucking different from having someone else – Tony – do it to him. It felt so dirty and intimate, like Tony had all this power over him, like there was nowhere he couldn’t touch, nothing he couldn’t do, like Peter’s body belonged to him. It felt exhilarating and scary and fucking awesome and hot – so fucking hot.

Peter gasped when Tony’s finger was completely sheathed and curled inside him. It burned a little and he felt impossibly stretched, but so good at the same time, a delicious kind of pain irradiated from his lower back all the way up to the back of his neck, where his hair stood on end. He closed his eyes and pushed his hips back against Tony’s hand, silently begging for him to move. The older teen didn’t waste any time, as his finger slid out slowly, then slid back inside a little quicker and surer than before, sending shivers down Peter’s spine.

The boy started rolling his hips in time with Tony’s movements, literally fucking himself on his finger, making sure to rub his leaking cock against the older teen’s stomach and his ass on Tony’s impossibly hard cock, until he felt his finger touching someplace in him that sent him to heaven and back in a matter of seconds.

“Oh, fuck, Tony, fuck.” He wrapped his arms around the older teen’s neck and clung to him like a drowning man, soft moans and whines leaving his lips unsolicited as the finger moved and moved and pushed against that bundle of nerves so deliciously, and Peter’s cock was so hard and pressed so tight against Tony’s abs and Peter really wanted to hold out, he needed to, didn’t want it to be over so soon, but fuck –

He came with a cry, nails leaving angry red marks on Tony’s neck as the older teen pulled him into a rough, hungry kiss, biting his lips and licking his mouth like the world was about to end. Peter let him, let him take control of his body and ownership of his mouth as he rode out the waves of his orgasm, thinking that there was no way he could ever feel so good ever again in his whole entire life.

He sagged against Tony’s body when he was done, completely spent, and felt him wrapping his arms around him tightly, like Peter was gonna fly away – and maybe he would, who knew – as he peppered small kisses down the side of his face and slowly withdrew his finger, leaving the younger teen painfully empty.

“Tonight was supposed to be all about you, I had a plan,” Peter mumbled after a few silent minutes, pulling away a few inches to look into Tony’s glinting eyes. The older boy grinned, holding his face in one hand to pull him into a kiss.

“Well, I had plans of my own. I guess great minds think alike.” He butted his nose against Peter’s lovingly and the younger teen smiled.  

“I guess,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss Tony again. A little roll of his hips revealed that Tony was still rock-hard and Peter took a deep breath, before pulling away, getting off his lap. Before the older teen could ask what he was doing, he was on his knees, between his spread legs, and Tony reached out to hold him by the shoulders.

“Hey, hey, hey – you don’t – you know you don’t –“

“I know.” Peter smiled again, unbuttoning his jeans carefully. He tried to remain calm so his fingers wouldn’t shake so much and Tony wouldn’t notice how nervous he was.

“Pete,” he tried, but before any more words could leave his lips, his hard cock sprung free from his jeans, which caught Peter by surprise. First, because he didn’t expect Tony not to be wearing any underwear; and second, because – fuck – he knew Tony would be big, he’d cupped him through his jeans many times before, but still – “Fuck.”

Peter took a deep breath, trying to remember everything he’d read online over the week. He closed his eyes and placed tentative kisses on the tip of his cock and down his shaft, and he heard Tony cuss under his breath, melting into the couch. It made Peter a little more confident, so he took the tip into his mouth, surprised when he felt his cock growing even bigger and heavier against his tongue, as Tony moaned loudly, hands gripping the pillows around him.

Peter hollowed his cheeks and started sucking, trying to take a little bit more of his cock into his mouth, slowly. When he was reading about blowjobs, he was afraid he wouldn’t like it, or that maybe he would gag in the middle of it, but it was actually making him hard again, seeing and feeling how turned on Tony was by his mouth on him.

He placed a hand on his heavy, tight balls, fondling them carefully, as he tried to take more of his cock into his mouth. He could almost feel the tip reaching the back of his throat, but before it did, he started pulling back, which it was enough to make Tony moan and thrash underneath him. He smiled, lips stretched wide around the other teen’s thick cock, then decided to try and take him in a little further. It was all going perfectly fine when suddenly he felt like he couldn’t keep going, like something had stuck –

“Aw, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Peter was so shocked by the sheer desperation in Tony’s voice that he immediately tried to pull away, but Tony’s hands flew to his head, holding him in place. “No, no, no, no, no! Fuck, Pete, it’s – ah, fuck, God, it fucking –“ that was when Peter realized what was happening.

“Umf,” he was mortified, he could feel tears burning behind his eyelids as he shut his eyes tightly, not sure what to do once he realized Tony’s foreskin was stuck in his braces and it must hurt like a motherfucker, because Tony had gone soft almost immediately, as he panted and gasped for air, hands holding Peter’s head firmly in place, terrified that he’d try to move away.

“Hold on, hold on – lemme just –” he could barely finish his sentences, completely out of breath, and Peter’s face was wet with tears at that point, and he was also a little breathless. He felt Tony’s fingers in his mouth, trying the free himself carefully, but Peter could taste blood on his tongue and fuck if it wasn’t the worst night of his whole entire life. “Ah! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Finally, he felt Tony pushing his head away as he fell sideways to the couch, both hands covering his dick as he buried his face in the cushions, trying to stifle his cries.

“Oh, my God, Tony, I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry!” Peter didn’t really know what to do, he didn’t even know if he should try to touch his boyfriend, he looked like he was in so much pain maybe he wouldn’t want him to, so he he sat there on the floor, frantically trying to think of what to say. “I swear I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry!”

“I know, baby, I know, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay,” but the way Tony was breathlessly whispering that into the cushions made it very clear that it was not okay.

“Jesus, Tony, what – I don’t know what to do!” He cried, panicked, and the older teen took a deep breath, raising his face a little to look at Peter, and his face was so fucking red and his eyes were shining with unshed tears.

“Ice, babe. Get me some ice, it’s gonna be fine, I promise, ok?” He was breathing a little easier by then and Peter nodded frantically, as he got to his feet and hurried to the kitchen to get an ice pack. He hurried back in record time and Tony turned on his back, taking the pack and quickly placing it on his lap, letting out a heavy sigh as he did. “Tony, should I take you to the hospital?” He asked, standing by the couch and looking down at his boyfriend, who winced.

“No, it’s fine,” he sighed with his eyes closed, but it didn’t calm Peter down, not even a little bit.

“Tony, I tasted blood!” He cried, fat tears rolling down his cheeks, and Tony reached one hand out for him to take.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s just a tiny cut, I promise. It’s just really sensitive right now, but it’s gonna be fine in a couple of minutes, I promise.” Peter didn’t want to take his hand, he wanted to run and hide, but he also didn’t want to be alone, or away from Tony, so he lay by his side, burying his face in his neck and clutching his shirt.

“I’m so sorry, Tony, this wasn’t supposed to happen, I should have known, I shouldn’t –“

“Peter, it’s fine, I promise.” They were silent for a few seconds, until Peter felt Tony’s chest trembling under his cheek. He looked up, worried that his boyfriend was crying, but he was laughing so hard there were tears in his eyes – again. “Oh, my God, I can’t believe this just happened,” he laughed harder, rubbing a hand over his face.

“It’s not funny.” Peter was so embarrassed, he wished he could bury his head in the dirt and never have to look at his boyfriend again.

“It is a little funny,” Tony managed to say as he laughed his ass off and Peter tried to get up, annoyed, but the older teen held him. “Hey, what’s the matter?” He frowned, a little confused, as he tried to stifle his laugh.

“I wanted to make you feel good, I wanted tonight to be special, and I blew it, all because of these stupid, ugly braces, I don’t even know why you’re still here after this catastrophic disaster!” He knew he was being a little dramatic and maybe he was overreacting, but he just really wanted the night to go well, and it was ruined.

“Hey, c’mon, we did have a good time. Tonight was special, is special. We’re gonna order a huge pizza, we’re gonna binge watch all Marvel movies, and if it makes you feel any better, you can kiss my pee-pee better before we go to bed, what do you say?” He smiled that stupid, beautiful smile of him; soft, brown eyes glinting with mirth.

Peter stared at Tony’s face, thinking about the absurdness of that night, thinking that what was supposed to be a hot date night ended with Tony holding an ice pack to his bleeding dick, trying to comfort Peter for basically almost biting it off. He was silent for a few seconds, contemplating all that madness, before he exploded into a fit of giggles.

“God, I love you,” he blurted out breathlessly, almost without thinking, but as soon as the words left his mouth, his face turned red and his eyes widened, panicking. Before he could take it back, though, Tony smiled softly and winked at him, placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

“I know. I love you, too, brace face.”

[turquoise-stones]

Edge of Insanity Ch. 6: Where From Now?

yandere!Todoroki x fem!reader

previous chapter, masterlist for older chapters

. . .

"...and yesterday I didn't really say what I wanted clearly so to reiterate... I promise that I would never do anything like that. I want to be a hero and I swear I will become one, on my own terms, with my own hard work." You stated firmly, slightly breathless from the long rambling speech you just gave to your classmates.

"And I would never let you guys down like that..." you said, suddenly growing shy as you became more aware of everyone's unblinking gaze. "So please believe me."

You glanced at Uraraka, and she gave you a discrete thumbs up.

"We believe you, (y/n)," Yaoyorozu called out. "Or at least I believe you. If it's your word over a stranger's, I'll definitely trust you."

Murmurs of agreement sounded throughout the classroom and you let out the breath you had been holding.

"Yeah! They don't know that you're the best (y/n)! Whoever said you paid your way here should go to hell!" Kirishima said, clapping his fist into his hand. Louder murmurs started, and you almost started crying from relief. You let out a string of thank yous, before taking your seat. You beamed at your classmates, happy beyond measure that the crisis was finally over.

"Okay, so now that that's done, homeroom is just about over," Aizawa grumbled, not even bothering to sit up from his sleeping bag on the floor. "Just go early. And exit quietly."

. . .

"That was very eloquent, (y/n)!" Iida said enthusiastically, giving you a (mildly painful) congratulatory clap on the back. "Very well worded. I particularly enjoyed the 'jealousy breeds spite' part."

"T-thank you. I'm glad it's done. And I'm sorry for doubting you guys. I was just so out of it..."

"You should be sorry!" Uraraka admonished. "When you ran away yesterday we were so worried!"

"Sorry sorry..." you muttered, embarrassed but still so thankful that you had a group of supportive friends at your side.

"And if anything like that happens again in the future, please let us know immediately!" Midoriya quipped, looking at you with big eyes. You nodded, promising you would and giving him a big smile. It was almost dreamlike, how lucky and loved you suddenly felt.

Midoriya's eyes suddenly widened and he turned away. "Ah! By the way, Iida..."

The conversation diverged from there, and you took the opportunity to take a few bites of lunch. Yesterday was so hectic, it felt good to just hang out with your friends again. Maybe today would go by without a hitch.

"I'm glad to see you're feeling better." Todoroki said quietly into your ear. You jumped from the feeling of his breath and your head snapped up to him before you quickly glanced away with a flush. You hadn't spoken a word to him since that incident in the storage room. You were grateful that he sought you out and comforted you of course, but it was just... awkward now. And despite your best efforts to avoid him earlier today, he managed to slip next to you during lunch.

"I am. Thank you for... being there, Todoroki." you turned redder as you tried to find the words, cursing yourself for getting so flustered.

It wasn't like you meant to pull away from him like that either. It was just staggering to wake up in the lap of someone you admired and respected so much, tangled up in such an embarrassingly intimate way. And because of your reaction, he probably thought you weren't interested in him when that couldn't be further from the truth.

He looked down at his lunch, suddenly deep in thought. You chewed at your lip as an awkward silence fell between you two.

"Are you... do you still want to study together after school today?" He asked, uncertainty obvious in the crease of his eyebrows.

You recalled how he would often study with you after you finished work, but obviously, he had given you space and left you alone yesterday. Peeking up at him, you nodded. It would be awkward and you knew it, but it was probably better to just get over this bump in your relationship with him sooner rather than later.

He nodded in return, feeling satisfied. It warmed him to know that you wanted to continue your relationship with him, despite his advances yesterday. Perhaps, he thought, later that day in the library where it was private and quiet, he could apologize for being so forward with his actions.

You barely noticed how your friends had stopped their chattering to not so discreetly watch the exchange between you and Todoroki. Lost in thought, you didn't notice the way he was looking at you until he bumped his knee against yours.

"You should eat, (y/n)."

"Y-yes." You stuttered out, hastily picking up your chopsticks.

. . .

"So... you're gonna tell me what's wrong?"

"Hm? What?" You asked, snapping you out of your distracted haze.

Uraraka closed her locker before leaning against it, casting you a knowing look.

"Between you and Todoroki? I don't think I've seen the two of you so awkward around each other since... like never."

"Oh... really? I didn't know it was so apparent."

She let out a teasing laugh. "Of course it's apparent! You two are practically glued onto each other all the time! So duh it's weird to see you guys avoid each other!"

You flushed indignantly. "We aren't glued!"

"You two so are! It's cute though!"

"I-"

She let out another peal of laughter at the pout on your face, suppressing her teasing because there were more pressing matters at hand.

"So... something happened right? You two didn't get into a fight did you?"

"No no of course not! Actually kind of the opposite."

"Huh?"

"Come on let's start walking to class. I'll tell you on the way."

"Okay."

The two of you strode along, and you leaned in to avoid being overheard. There were already enough rumors of you floating around, you couldn't bear any more false scandals (especially one involving the son of a pro hero).

"I... I think Todoroki likes me."

"Yeah." She said, completely deadpan.

"Yeah!?"

At that point, Midoriya caught up to you and Uraraka, falling in pace. The way he was jamming books into his backpack as he walked told you he had just come from his locker as well.

"Hi guys. Sorry for interrupting."

"Izuku! Do you think Todoroki likes (y/n)?"

"Shhh! Ochako please talk quieter!" You said frantically.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah. Why?" Midoriya asked, looking between the two of you in confusion.

"Yeah!?!?" You cried out, shocked at how unsurprised and aloof they were.

"See! I told you (y/n)! Of course he likes you!"

"No, like—romantically." You explained, coming to the realization that perhaps Uraraka and Midoriya had interpreted your question wrong, and that was why their answers were so unconcerned.

"No, we know." Midoriya said, much to your embarrassment. He turned a bit pink himself before continuing. "...I don't think I've seen Todoroki look at anyone the way he looks at you."

"Except maybe his cold soba." Uraraka chimed in. The two of them let out a few chuckles but you were much too caught off guard to join them.

"He... he... does?"

"Yes, it's so obvious (y/n)! Everyone can tell!"

"Really? Do you think that too Izuku?"

"It's really true." Midoriya said earnestly. "Todoroki may be bad at expressing his emotions, but when they come, he's bad at hiding them too."

"Are you guys sure? I can't believe-"

"If you want like... evidence," Uraraka offered, "just think about your library 'study sessions'. Do you think that if it were me, Todoroki would stay and talk to me like that?"

"Um. Yes?"

"No!" She laughed. "It's kinda cute how dense you are~!"

You fell silent, processing her words and their implications. Todoroki liked you. It was bizarre. And you liked him as well, as a friend and perhaps as more. Did that mean that the two of you...? The three of you made it to your next class, and huddled together to continue speaking.

"But (y/n), that doesn't explain why you guys are so awkward today?" Urakaka asked, remembering the catalyst of this whole conversation.

"Ah, now that I think about it, you two are rather cold with each other today." Midoriya said thoughtfully. "Does this have to do with the post yesterday?"

"Well kind of? It's a bit... embarrassing to tell you guys."

"Tell us!" Uraraka chimed.

"Yeah, you just promised to tell us your problems." Midoriya gently urged you.

"...well you know how I didn't go to our last class yesterday?"

"Oh yeah..."

"I'm sorry I didn't notice..."

"It's okay." You said hastily upon seeing the guilty expressions that adorned their face. "Todoroki came to look for me."

"But-"

"He said-"

Uraraka and Midoriya looked at each other in confusion before unanimously landing on the answer. "Bathroom."

"Ah, was that how he got out of class?" You questioned, feeling a bit guilty that he lied and skipped class just to talk to you. "Anyways, we talked and I fell asleep. And when I woke up, I... I... I think he almost kissed me." You rushed out. You strategically decided to omit the part where you were practically on top of him.

Two jaws collectively hit the ground.

"Are you serio-"

"Oh my God (y-)"

"I can't believe Todoroki would do... like it's Todoroki."

"He must really like y-"

"I said almost! Almost! We didn't..." You said frantically, waving your hands around to hush them.

"Well what happened?"

"Yeah what did he say?"

"I think I pulled away." You said nervously.

"What? Why? Don't you like him too?" Midoriya questioned bluntly, causing a hot blush to saturate your face.

"(Y/nnnn) can't you just let this ship sail?" Uraraka whined loudly, worsening your flustered state as your classmates around you cast confused looks her way.

"I do like him! I do... I don't know why I pulled away, it's all my fault that it's awkward now!" You cried, hiding your face in your hands from a mixture of frustration and embarrassment. "Or maybe I just hallucinated it and he didn't even lean in!"

"Just tell him how you feel?" Midoriya suggested.

"That's easier said than done." Uraraka took the words right to your mouth.

"Oh my god Todoroki and (y/n) together... you two are honestly such good fits for each other..." Midoriya mumbled offhandedly.

"What should I do?" You looked to the two of them for advice, deliberately avoiding Midoriya's comment lest you become more red-faced. "We're going to be alone in the library today and I don't want things to get even more awkward..."

"Do you want to be with him?" Uraraka asked softly.

"...yes." You said, equally softly, before turning all shades of pink. "Well... I don't know. I feel like we haven't known each other long enough. I don't want things to fall apart."

"Then tell him, like that." She smiled. "I believe in you!"

"O-okay. I can do that... I will. Thank you for the advice, Ochako, Izuku."

They smiled and rattled off a few more encouraging words, before the teacher opened the door and beckoned everyone in.

[waveridden]

30, harleigh and earth,?

ways you said “i love you” →  too quick, mumbled into your scarf

Earth is running late.

Which, okay, one of them is always running late, they’re both the kind of people that are always on their way from something. God knows Harleigh’s been late more than he’s been on time, no matter how hard he tries, and Earth’s the same way. They make it work, it’s not a problem.

It’s just, well. Earth-late is normally ten minutes, not forty. And he normally answers texts. And calls. And also they do lunch here every Thursday, and he’s never missed it before, never been more than five minutes late. It’s a commitment that he takes really, really seriously. He wouldn’t miss it unless something were wrong - god, what if something’s wrong? Something’s probably wrong.

Harleigh’s freaking out. Maybe. He’s allowed.

He’s in the middle of making a list of not-quite-worst-case scenarios, things that are just a step above “Bee North kidnapped my boyfriend” in the horror-story list, when the door swings open. Harleigh looks over on instinct.

“Oh, thank god,” Bryony mutters, then turns behind her. “He’s still here, so you can calm the hell down.”

And then Earth barrels through the door, looking... well, messy is an understatement. His hair’s sticking up in odd directions, his scarf is so tangled around his face that it’s half covering his mouth, and the sleeves to his sweater are pushed up around his elbows, which he never does. He says it makes him look like a painter, which is one of those oddly specific Earth things that he’s just never going to question.

Harleigh stands up automatically. Earth turns to him and visibly sighs in relief. “Harleigh, I’m so sorry-”

“Are you alright?” Harleigh says. He doesn’t remember moving towards Earth but he’s walking over, weaving through the diner booths. He catches him by the elbows, then glances at Bryony. “Is he alright?”

“Our Uber crashed,” Bryony says cheerfully. “We were carpooling so I could get to campus, and it went horribly awry. Nobody’s hurt, it was just a little thing, but someone forgot to charge his phone-”

Earth turns to shoot her a dirty look. “And someone else left her phone at home.”

“I’m doing a technology detox today,” Bryony says, which is the most ridiculous thing Harleigh’s ever heard. He’s pretty sure that she has two cell phones. “Anyways, we couldn’t call, because neither of us knew your number, and Earth’s been freaking out-”

“I don’t like being late,” Earth mutters. Harleigh squeezes his elbows, an automatic gesture of reassurance, and some of the tension bleeds away from the rigid line of his mouth. “I’m so sorry about all this.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” Harleigh admits. “I was half an inch away from calling Verge and seeing if she’d heard any rumors about mysterious disappearances.”

“You think Verge would know about mysterious disappearances?”

“She has contacts.” Harleigh pauses. “Doesn’t she? She seems like she should.”

Earth laughs. “God, I love you,” he mumbles, so quickly that Harleigh’s pretty sure he didn’t actually say it. At least, he would be sure if it weren’t for the stunned look on Bryony’s face. Earth doesn’t seem bothered. “Did you eat already? I’m paying, obviously, but-”

“I was waiting for you,” Harleigh says. It feels like he’s been lit on fire. They’ve been dating a while, and he knew things were going in this direction, but- love? Earth McBride of all people beat Harleigh to saying love? He doesn’t even seem to realize it, either, just rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet. “You hungry?”

“Starving,” Earth admits. He turns to Bryony. “You gonna get to campus okay?”

“I’m taking the bus,” she says with finality. “Earth, I’ll see you at home. Harleigh, I’ll probably also see you at home at some point, so I’m not bothering to say goodbye to you.”

“Hey,” Harleigh says mildly, but Bryony’s already on her way out of the restaurant. He looks back at Earth. “You’re fine?”

“Completely fine,” Earth says. “Totally in one piece, not even a scratch. Little wigged out because I think I just told you I love you, but, you know.”

Harleigh laughs. “I wasn’t sure you noticed.”

Earth grimaces. “It kind of just slipped out. I know we haven’t- I mean, we’re not- well, we could be, but I don’t-”

“Earth,” Harleigh says patiently. “I love you too.”

“Oh,” Earth says. His scarf is still pulled up around his mouth, but he’s smiling, Harleigh can tell. “That’s good. I was about to get embarrassed.”

“I thought you didn’t embarrass easy.”

“It’s not easy,” Earth mutters, and Harleigh feels himself soften all at once.

“Hey,” he says. Earth meets his eyes, and Harleigh tugs his scarf down and kisses him, a quick peck on the lips. “Not easy. Good job.”

“Thanks,” Earth says. He’s smiling now, looks infinitely more relaxed than when he rushed in. “Can we sit down now? I’m about to order twice as much food as normal.”

“I think that’s a good idea.”

“Cool.” Earth pauses. “Also, I love you. I wanted to say that on purpose once, because I’m pretty sure it’s the nice thing to do.”

“It’s pretty good to hear,” Harleigh admits freely. He tugs on Earth’s elbow. “Come on, let’s get some food. I want to hear all about Bryony’s cell phone detox.”

Earth snorts. “No you don’t.”

“No, I don’t,” Harleigh says. “But if you tell me, I’ll listen.”

Earth’s smile widens. Harleigh feels goddamn amazing.

[ayma-nidiot]

“Don’t Speak Their Names” - Shrimpshipping fic Chapter 13

This chapter on AO3 can be found here.

Chapter 13 - 11 Years

~29 August 2005~

“Hum de dum…” Rex could not contain his happiness as Ptera drove Weevil and him to his first day of college. He had spent a good deal of that morning preening himself, and even wore his hair in a low ponytail for the occasion.

“I don’t know why you’re so proud of yourself,” Weevil thought aloud. Unlike his boyfriend, Weevil had been sleeping until about ten minutes ago. He was never the type to spend any significant time getting ready for something. He ate the breakfast that Ptera had cooked for everyone, hoping that his groggy head would go away soon. “Getting accepted via the waitlist isn’t exactly a great honour.”

“Ah, shaddap. I’m a student of Domino City University, and nothing’s gonna change that.”

Weevil yawned. “But did we have to get up so early? Our first class isn’t even until noon.”

“Yeah, but I heard there is a morning club fair going on. I wanted to check it out before class.”

Ptera parked the car into a spot; she had just barely beaten someone else, who flicked her off before driving for another spot. “Look at my little man, being such a proactive student already! Have a good first day, Rex! Don’t forget to call me if you need anything!”

Rex felt embarrassed as his mother kissed his cheek, and a few passing older students giggled watching them. “Mom, I’m not little anymore - in fact, I’m far from it. May I remind you I’m now so heavily pregnant that I’m wearing maternity clothes?” Rex gestured towards his baggy beige pants. He wore a black maternity shirt that said “Mamasaurus,” with a dinosaur on it that vaguely resembled Two-Headed King Rex.

Tears of joy formed at the corners of Ptera’s eyes. “You’re growing up too fast.”

“Okay, Mom, love you.” After a few more hugs and kisses, Rex and Weevil entered the grand courtyard, complete with a reflecting pond. As it was the first day of school - and on the day of a club fair, at that - the university had well over 20000 students this day. In the sea of wildly varying hair and skin colours, Rex recognized a few faces from his senior class. Naturally, they acted like the buffoons they were when they were still in high school. One even tried to take a dip in the reflecting pond before being chased out by a dean.

But other than that, most of the student body seemed dignified. He was pleasantly surprised to see that there weren’t just young adults in the student body, there were a few middle-aged and senior citizens too. He wasn’t sure how to feel about Amber suddenly coming at him with, “Hi, guys! So, you made it into university, Rex. Congratulations.”

“I’m not surprised that you made it too,” spoke Rex.

“Wiiiiith a full ride,” Amber practically sang.

“No need to rub it in. Again.”

“Plus, going to university is now free,” Weevil remarked. “Or have you not been watching the news lately?”

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop. If you’re here for the club fair, it’s just past the student union, which is pretty far from here. Come.” Amber didn’t like how both boys seemed hesitant to talk to her. Then again, she expected it, since they hadn’t contacted each other since their café visit almost a month ago, and the tiring battle that soon followed it. “So, how are things?”

“I’ve finally said goodbye to that sack of shit I once called ‘Father,’” Weevil replied. “And the best part is, I never have to see him again! Adelaide and I live with Rex now. Oh, yeah, Adelaide is my friend who taught me how to duel.”

“I see. I suppose some congratulations are in order.”

“It makes me happy not only to get away from that toxic man, but also to see the growth of my child.”

“Ah…” For the first time, Amber had noticed Rex’s baby bump, and stopped to touch it. “How fortunate for you.”

“Amber?” Rex looked at the raven-haired girl quizzically. Her face had taken on a longing expression he had never seen before. “You’re acting weird.”

“S-Sorry!” Amber quickly retracted her hand and continued the walk to the student union. “It’s so rude to touch a pregnant person’s belly without permission. I… That was wrong of me.”

“Dude, it’s fine,” Rex laughed.

The trio enjoyed a few more seconds of silence before arriving at the bustling student union. The first thing Rex noticed a giant mobile with a mosaic-like pattern hanging from the ceiling. There were so many different restaurants that he feared he would get nauseous again - so he was surprised to find out he still felt fine.

 Amber pointed to a group that approached her. “I’ll tell you what’s not fine… These guys.”

“Hey, would you like to join Domino’s Finest Society?” spoke a red-haired man, who appeared to be the club’s president. He had a gaggle of other officers behind him in colourful, goofy garb.

“You sure sound full of yourselves,” Rex guffawed.

“Who asked you, ignoramus?” spoke the orange-haired vice president of the club, who put her hands at her hips. “We don’t need the opinion of the one who graduated at the bottom of Domino High School’s class.”

“Huh! Ignore him,” a green-haired young woman snorted. “Just his presence is befouling the room.”

“But you, on the other hand…” The purple-haired secretary placed his hand on Weevil’s shoulder. “We could use you. To think that the top two students of Domino High School would attend this esteemed university… How fortunate we are!”

“Beat it, ya freaks!” Amber snorted as she beckoned for Rex and Weevil to follow her. “Come on, you two, let’s not give them the time of day.”

“Uh… Okay.” As Rex turned to leave, he made sure to give the president a good grimace. “Amber, who are they? Besides people I would certainly like to smack upside the head right now.”

“They’re apparently a society of only the highest I.Q. individuals. Apparently, the founding president had an I.Q. of 300. A load of hogwash, that is. Even with my good grades, mine is only 150.”

“‘Only…’” Rex’s eyebrow twitched.

“So why didn’t you join them, then?” Weevil questioned.

“Because there’s this other club I’d much rather join instead. Let me show you!” With that, Amber led her friends past the Legalize Recreational Marijuana Club (Rex had to admit he was mildly interested in it) to a booth with various types of playing cards.

“Ta-dah! This is what I’ve been wanting to show you!”

Rex looked at the sign. “‘Domino Tabletop Gaming?’”

“If you like tabletop games, you’ve come to the right place!” The president lit up when he saw Rex. “We have traditional games, we have more modern ones… And you bet your bottom dollar we have Duel Monsters.”

“All right, I know which one I’m joining!” Amber picked up a pamphlet. 

“What is this? The Amber of Domino High School has chosen us over Domino’s Finest Society?” 

The president got so excited that he took Amber’s hands into his own, which she was quick to snatch away. “Don’t get any funky ideas, man.”

“Hehehe…” An approaching student temporarily distracted the president. “Well, hello there. Would you like to join Domino Tabletop Gaming?”

Rex wasn’t expecting to see Mako there. Unlike most of the members of the “Dweeb Patrol,” he found his presence to be just fine.“Oh! Mako Tsunami, I didn’ t know you were a student here. I thought you’d be off fishing in a new boat or something.”

“I decided to start taking classes here, hoping to be a marine biologist. While fishing as a side hustle, of course.”

“Then we’ll be schoolmates, then.” Weevil’s eyebrow twitched as he recalled his not-so-friendly, very brief encounter with Mako at Battle City. “Charmed. And we’ll be even more charmed to see you at the Tabletop Gaming Club.”

“Y-Yeah…” Mako scanned his surroundings, as if he were looking for someone. “Bummer. I thought that Espa was going to be here, but… I guess he won’t be joining the club after all.”

“It’s not like today’s a deadline to join a club,” the club president chuckled. “You can still tell your friend about it, and he can join if he’s interested.”

“Phew, thank goodness.”

“Why, did you have something you wanted to say to him?” Rex asked.

“I… um…” Mako began to act coy, very much unlike his usual proud demeanour. “I just wanted to apologize to him. I guess I’ll… um… just wait until the club meeting, then.”

“Hmm…” Rex raised an eyebrow as he watched Mako walk off. “I wonder if there’s something interesting going on between those two.”

“Even if there was, it’s really none of our business.” Weevil decided to change the subject. “Anyway, Mr. President… Sir, as a president of a tabletop gaming club, you should know something. I saw some really awry real visions a few weeks ago. They attacked me, but there didn’t seem to be any duelists nearby.”

“Real visions gone bad, you say?” The president scratched his chin. “I can’t say that any of my club members have anything to do with it. That sounds like something you’d need to bring up with KaibaCorp. But if it makes you feel any better, we can talk about it at the meeting.”

“Would you really? Thank you; that means a lot.”

“Anyway, nice seeing you!” The president waved at the three as they left for the nearby dining hall to get brunch. “Our first meeting is tomorrow at 7pm! We hope to see you there.”

“Hmm…” Rex took a look at the pamphlet while he let Weevil pay for their food. “The second day of school is a bit soon for a club meeting, don’t you think?”

“Maybe so.” Amber saved a table for her and Rex; before either of them knew it, the bug duelist was already out to get their food. “Weevil’s a kind young man, isn’t he?”

“I don’t know about that… We still get into quarrels about dueling strategies and such. And if you ask Yugi and his friends, he’s what you would call a ‘duelin’ disgrace.’”

“I wouldn’t have thought that with the way he treats you like a princess.”

As they conversed, the trio learned that they shared the exact same class at noon - freshman composition with Professor Dick Hwad. But that was the only class they had together at the same time. For obvious reasons, Rex had a much lighter schedule; he only had one other class that day - ancient history at 3pm. Weevil’s and Amber’s schedules were nearly identical, with calculus classes, anatomy classes, and a few other classes with such specific subjects that Rex didn’t want to try to understand.

After brunch, Rex, Weevil, and Amber took a seat at a small table in their freshman comp classroom.

“For this being a required class for all freshmen, it sure is a small one,” Amber noticed. “I’d say this room can’t fit more than 20 people.”

After about 15 minutes, the teacher had not yet arrived, even though it was the start of class. “Say, isn’t there a college rule that if the teacher is more than 15 minutes late, then class is unofficially cancelled?” Rex asked Amber.

“Keyword, ‘unofficially.’ And you’ll find out that’s just one of the many unwritten rules college students have made.”

Just then, the door barged open, and a man with goofy glasses ran to the podium. “Hello, everyone, sorry I’m late!”

Amber had already turned to leave the classroom, and the arrival of her professor prompted her to sit back down. As soon as he got himself settled, he returned to his dignified composure.

As Professor Hwad set up his PowerPoint presentation, Weevil whispered, “He sure seems like a scatterbrain, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah, well it’s better than being a dino brain.” Rex made finger guns at Weevil.

Ignoring what Rex just said, Amber replied, “He may seem like a scatterbrain, but he’s actually pretty smart. I heard he graduated this university when he was only 20.”

“Huh.” Rex looked at the first slide of the PowerPoint presentation; it appeared to be the class syllabus. He squinted at the materials list and raised his hand. When Professor Hwad called on him, he said, “I didn’t know ‘Internet’ counted as a class material.”

“You’ll find that unlike high school, college is technologically-oriented,” answered Professor Hwad. “Your assignments, as well as copies of my PowerPoint presentations, will be found on our class website.”

“Oh? Then why come to class?”

“Young man, if everyone in college could get by on just reading PowerPoint presentations, then everyone would pass. Plus, you will have in-class presentations as part of your grade.”

Rex sat back down, and didn’t like how Weevil and his classmates snickered at him. He never thought he’d hear that signature laugh of his again. “Haha! It’s only the first 20 minutes of class, and you’ve already made a fool of yourself. Good going, dino brain.”

Rex watched the rest of this presentation with a pouting face. Though that pouting face soon faded as Professor Hwad cracked a few funny jokes throughout - something that his high school teachers dared not to do. He never thought that a teacher could be strict and goofy at the same time, yet here he was. College can’t be this fun… can it?

Luckily, class was over 15 minutes before class was set to end, which gave Professor Hwad an idea. “Since you will be spending the next four months or so together, and since this class will involve a lot of group work, the last 15 minutes of class will be for an icebreaker. When it’s your turn, state your name, your major if you’ve declared it, and a few facts about yourself.”

A few of the introverts - Weevil included - squirmed at this idea yet didn’t feel brave enough to just up and leave. Rex, however, was as outgoing as they come. Even before it was his turn, he shot up and spoke, “Yup, I’m the one and only Rex Raptor, runner-up in the regionals! I love dinosaurs more than anything else in the world! And… uh… I actually haven’t the faintest clue what I want my major to be. Truth be told, I’m only here because Weevil is.”

“Yes, we know,” spoke a young male student from the table behind Rex. “We all saw you get your ass handed to you at that match.”

“Naw, I let Weevil win that one.”

Professor Hwad interrupted this quarrel. “Well, I’m glad we already have some sense of camaraderie. Speaking of Weevil, I believe it’s your turn.”

“Yes, well.” Weevil got up and cleared his throat. “I am the salutatorian of Domino High School’s graduating class, Weevil Underwood. And unlike certain dino brains which shall remain nameless, I have come to college to show the world how smart I am.”

“Hmm, maybe teaching would be a good profession for you, then.” Professor Hwad smiled. “We’re down to our last two people. And you, young lady?”

Amber stood up. “My name is Amber, and I graduated at the top of the class from Domino High School. I love Duel Monsters! By the way, if anyone wants to duel me, you know where to find me.”

Professor Hwad spoke through the men’s whistling, “And your major?”

“I already have declared mine to be Education - Life Sciences. I want to be a biology professor.”

“And at the tender age of 16!” Professor Hwad was clearly impressed. “The world needs more teachers, especially potential ones of your caliber. Thank you, Ms. Amber, you may take a seat.”

“Wow, Amber, I didn’t know that,” Rex also sounded impressed. “You should have told us.”

“I didn’t know you were only 16, either,” spoke Weevil. “I can see why you took the valedictorian spot from me.”

“Hehehe… Thanks, guys.” Amber stopped talking when she noticed the last person about to speak her piece. She was a middle-aged woman with mint green hair, tied up in a traditional Japanese bun, with traditional Japanese clothes to match. “Wow, what an unusual hair colour. The only people I’ve seen with hair like that are Espa Roba, and of course you, Weevil.”

“Speaking of Espa, we just might see him in one of our other classes,” Rex whispered to Weevil.

“Um… Hello.” This woman was clearly shy around her new classmates - embarrassed, even, for being the oldest student there. “My major is Biomedical Sciences. I want to be a doctor, even though I don’t know what kind yet. Some of you may be wondering why I’m so late into my college career. Well, I had an abusive husband, who kicked me out of the house 11 years ago.”

“‘Kicked me out of the house 11 years ago…’” Weevil pondered this woman’s words for a while, and his eyes opened wide. “That’s about when Mother was kicked out of the house!”

“My husband didn’t let me study when I lived in that house. All he saw me for was a housewife. The only thing I had in that house was my then-8-year-old son. I’m here today because I want to make a better career for myself, one that my son can be proud of.”

“What a story!” This woman’s speech moved everyone in the room - some even to tears - not the least was Professor Hwad. “Except it’s missing one thing. Your name.”

“My name is Camellia Kaiba, sister of the late Gozaburo Kaiba. My brother practically gave me as a ‘gift,’ if you will, to my husband to symbolize their new business partnership. But their one-upmanship got so out of hand that eventually, my husband left KaibaCorp to start his own company.”

“Well, we’re glad you’re here. We’re about five minutes early, but I’ll dismiss class anyway. Be sure to read the syllabus and check the class website! If you have questions, you may contact me through there.”

“Well, time to move onto the next enchilada, as they say.” Rex motioned to take a short break before his next class, but stopped when he noticed Weevil approach Camellia, and followed him. “Weeves?”

“Wait!” Weevil stopped Camellia just before she could leave.

“Hey…” Camellia stared into Weevil’s eyes. “Can… Can it be?”

Weevil knelt to the ground and immediately began to cry. “I… I… I never thought… that after 11 years, we would meet like this…”

“You’re…” Camellia knelt down, still not believing the sight of the person before her.

“Mother!” Weevil threw himself at Camellia, burying his face into her chest. “Oh, Mother!”

“Weevil, my son…” Camellia patted her son’s hair and cried too. “I’ve missed you… My sweet son, I’ve missed you so much. You’ve grown into such a handsome young man.”

After Weevil stopped crying, he let his mother wipe away his remaining tears. “Mother, there’s so much I want to tell you, so much I want to talk to you about. I’ve finally cut ties with Fa- with Roach. So has Adelaide.”

“Adelaide is with you?”

“Yeah, we moved in with Rex and his family.”

“Rex?”

Rex revealed himself. “That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”

“I didn’t know that this young man was a friend of yours.”

Weevil hadn’t prepared to meet his mother, let alone come out to her. But after all they had been through, he didn’t need to prepare himself. “Mother, there’s something I have to tell you. I’m a bit scared to do this, since Roach disowned me for it, but… I’m gay, and Rex is my boyfriend.”

“Ooh, you make a cute couple!” Camellia grinned. “In fact, I kind of thought that way after I saw you two hug after regionals.”

“You actually saw that?!” Weevil hid his face in his hands. 

“Actually, I’m more impressed by the fact she started shipping us long before we became an item.” Rex winked, eliciting a flick on the nose from Weevil.

“You’re okay with it, then?” Weevil asked, still a bit nervous.

“That you had the courage to tell me just makes me all the more proud of you, son. I love you no matter what.” Camellia let Weevil cry on her shoulder again.

“Sooo…” Rex still tried to process the fact that he had just met his boyfriend’s mother in the strangest of circumstances. “If you’re Weevil’s mom, and you’re the sister of Gozaburo, then… that makes Weeves…”

“...the nephew of Gozaburo, and therefore the rightful heir to KaibaCorp,” Weevil finished.

“Whoa.” Rex blinked. “That’s wild. There’s still so much I haven’t learned about you, baby.”

“Ah! Thank you for reminding me. Mother, you’ll be glad to know that you’re going to be a grandmother. Rex is not only intersex, but he’s also 22 weeks pregnant.”

“Is that so?” Camellia curiously reached for Rex’s baby bump. “M-May I?”

“Of course.”

“Are you… Do you feel all right?” Camellia asked as Weevil put his hand on the baby bump too.

“Eh. My back hurts, and I have to go to the bathroom, like, every hour. But other than that, I can manage.” Rex stopped talking when he felt the baby move. “Oh! What was that?”

Camellia and Weevil felt it too. “Rex… I think… that these are our baby’s first kicks!”

“Oh, Weeves…” As if there hadn’t been enough crying that day, Rex shed his own tears of joy as he talked to his unborn child. He couldn’t be happier to experience yet another pregnancy milestone, especially with Weevil there to experience it with him. “I know, I know, you want out. Don’t worry, we’ll all get to meet you in another four months. And when we do, you’ll get the best party ever!”

Amber watch this scene from near the classroom door. The next class already started to file into the room. “So are you guys going to go to your next class, or what?”

“I’m right behind you.” Weevil started walking to the door, but not without asking Camellia, “What about you?”

“This actually is my next class. But here’s my phone number…” Camellia exchanged phone numbers with Weevil. “We can catch up later.”

“And I should totally invite her over, hehe.” Rex sat on a nearby bench after they left. “Amber, you’re more than welcome to join us, too.”

“...I have a class to get to, so I’ll catch you later.” And with that, Amber was suddenly gone.

“She doesn’t seem all too excited about the baby, does she?” Rex wondered out loud. “But whatever. I think, Weeves, that this is going to be a fun college career.”

[amberandmetal]

Numbers 40 & 56, Stuckony Get creative here, surprise me 🖤

40 & 56: “I made this for you” & “It brings out your eyes”.

This became long, like ca 1800 words, and woops, it kinda turned ABO with Alpha Bucky & Steve and Omega Tony. There is no smut but mentions of sextoys and a heat. It’s a worn trope but one I have never written and I wanted to take a shot at it. 

Okay so this is the first time I write Stuckony and tbqh I am not really happy with it. But this is good: I’m learning and what I’ve learnt is that more than 2 characters confuse me so that is something I have to work on. Yay for progress, amirite? Anyway, I hope you’ll like it anyway. I realise ships are what I need to work on since I apparently have way easier writing reader inserts. (I do love writing Tony though, because he is both my baby and kindred spirit)

    Ridiculous. Just ridiculous. Grown ass Alphas, tripping over themselves like they’d just barely popped their first knot. Tony sighed, mildly exasperated. He knew he smelled good, damn good thankyouverymuch; he also knew his oncoming heat was slipping into his scent, turning up the cloying sweetness to, as they say, eleven; Tony also knew that he wasn’t the first omega Super soldier one and two had come across so really, there were no excuse for their behaviour.

    He strolled into the kitchen, sleep rumpled and still in his PJ’s, only smiling once he caught sight of the freshly made pot of coffee. Bless Bruce, he thought, just bless him.

    He made grabby hands for the pot and started clumsily search for a clean cup. The scent filled his nostrils and he gave out a happy little hum, toes waggling as he took his first sip and then outright groaned. Oh, yeah. That’s the stuff. He took another sip, and then a big gulp, making little happy noises at the warm feeling in his belly and the prickling in his mind as his brain cells slowly came back to life.

    He downed what was left in the cup, his taste buds having been scorched beyond repair eons ago, and filled it up again. This time around he tasted the richness in the flavour that was very new and very pleasant. Really bless Bruce, he would have to put that on a T-shirt and wear it every damn day, that man was truly a genius. He licked his lips and leaned back against the counter, humming a little with every sip.

    “Ow!”

    Tony’s eyes snapped open just in time to see Barnes retracting a sharply pointed elbow from Cap’s ribs. They both looked slightly odd, and slightly.. flushed. Hm, interesting.

    “Morning, Cap. Sarge.” he nodded, raising his cup.

    “Good morning, Tony,” Steve smiled but looked a little sheepish, “although it’s more like noon.”

    “Healthy sleep schedules are for amateurs.”

    Barnes snorted at that, but still looked slightly.. off.

    “Listen, are you two okay?”

    They both shared a look.

    “Yeah, Tony..it’s just.. we thought,” Steve began, glancing at Barnes as if looking for help but the Sarge just held up his hands, “you smell really nice, by the way, and we-”

    “Hold up. Are you two serious right now? I thought maybe I was imagining things but you’re actually serious? A little bit of omega pheromones and you two just let your hormones take over the by the wheel?” Tony turned to fill up his third cup of coffee with shaking hands, because really, ”I’ll tell you what, I’ll just keep to my workshop and my suite until my heat wears off and you two can behave like people again, sound good? Yeah, thought so.” And then he was gone, storming off down to his workshop, telling Jarvis to black out the windows, locking everyone but family (i.e Pepper, Rhodey, Bruce) out and blasting his music high enough to rattle the walls- if it didn’t scare Dum-E it wasn’t loud enough.

    He had left Dumdum 1 and Dumdum 2 sitting at the kitchen table looking every bit as stupid as they ought to feel. Had they actually fucking propositioned him? Just because he smelled damn near delicious? Thanks but no thanks, he was more than just his biology even if they weren’t, and he could perfectly well get through a heat without an Alpha.

    After all he was used to it by now. He hadn’t shared a heat since before Afghanistan; somehow intimacy had started feeling a lot more intimate after that and he just couldn’t bring himself to share that with anyone. Although he had to admit to having had some rather filthy and sappy fantasizes about the aforementioned dumdum 1 & 2, but he wasn’t gonna give in just because they felt a biological pull. If anything was to ever happen it would be because they wanted Tony, not Tony the Omega. And as that was as unlikely to happen as Tony waking up popping a knot, he’d just have to make do- and keep away.

    He sipped at the quickly cooling coffee and groaned as he started to feel the telltale ache building low in his gut. Just perfect.

              ~~~

    A couple of days, a string of broken toys, 7 showers and 5 different sets of sheets later Tony’s heat finally cleared; and he was relieved to the point of tears.

    It had been a rough one, with his lizard brain chanting at him to go to the very eligible and very wanting Alphas who’d so clearly expressed interest.

    Breed, breed, breed.

    Ugh, disgusting.

    He went through his regular routine before leaving the bed: yawn, stretch like a cat, roll and stretch again, unavoidably get tangled up in the sheets, detangle, yawn, stretch and repeat.

    When he finally emerged from his penthouse, clean shaven and some fresh clothes (yeah, he was not gonna miss the sweating) he was met with two super soldiers blocking his way to the kitchen, and in extension, the coffee.

    “Do you two have a death wish?”

    “Bruce told us your heat had cleared.”

    Traitor. All previous thoughts of blessings of his ex best friend have hereby been redacted.

    “So the death wish is a common theme then.”

    Both Cap and Sarge looked at him like he’d grown another head.

    “Right now you’re the only thing standing between me and my coffee after a frankly unpleasant heat so either move or be moved.”

    Barnes smirked then in a way that said he’d really like to see Tony try but Steve elbowed him before he could say anything.

    “Yeah, alright but can you just please listen first? What I tried to say before, what we tried to say before, it came out all wrong and-”

    “Fine. Coffee first. Then I’ll listen.”

    Steve managed to pull off nervous and completely exasperated at the same time. Had Tony been fully awake he might’ve actually been impressed.

    The two of them sat patiently waiting for Tony’s brain to come back online and when he looked up from his first cup of coffee he found himself in a comically deja vu of a situation.

    “Well, isn’t this familiar?”, he sipped slowly on the scolding but delicious coffee- okay, so he might forgive Bruce, a little.

    Barnes cleared his throat and planted both elbows on the table.

    “See, Stevie here has no game, he is about as smooth as a pineapple, I mean,” he chuckled leaning forward like he was telling Tony something really funny in confidence,” you should have seen him back when, five feet nothing trying to sweet talk the omegas I set us up with. Scent be damned, nobody believed that little punk to be an Alpha.”

    Steve looked less than impressed.

    “Yeah, real funny, Buck. Can you cut to it?”

    Barnes scowled lightly at him but continued.

    “What we wanted to say, tried to say, before was that.. we want to court you.”

    Nothing could’ve prepared Tony for getting a nose full of coffee. He spluttered like an enraged cat.

    “You what?”

    Both of them looked like they could barely contain themselves, their lips twitching as they tried their best to look sympathetic and sincere. Tony was having none of it.

    “You can’t be serious.” He dabbed furiously at the coffee stains on his neck and shirt.

    “We are, we just didn’t know how to tell you and then you started smelling all sweet, syrupy and delicious.” Bucky answered, a bit of heat creeping into his voice. A frankly mouthwatering grin on his lips.

    Tony swallowed thickly, glancing at the Sergeant. Well.. wait, what?

    “We? As in you both? And who courts anyone anymore?”

    This time Steve spoke up, looking slightly embarrassed.

    “We do. Where we come from.. it’s what you did when you were sweet on someone. And we also think you deserve it,” the words started rushing out of Steve and Tony just gaped while Bucky had the look of someone watching a trainwreck in the making, “ you work so hard and you hardly ever get any credit, you’re kind and generous and expect nothing back and we know your heats have been taking a toll on you. But that’s not why we want you,” he hurried himself to add, “even if you never want to share a heat with either of us we’d be just as happy to just be with you.”

    Steve shrugged, apparently done. He looked down, a hint of pink tinting the tips of his ears. Barnes just smiled in a way that honestly just looked heartbreakingly hopeful.

    So this was it then, this was Tony’s life.

    He had a hard time processing everything, and more than half of what had just been said didn’t make a lick of sense, but he’d be a fool to look a gift horse in the mouth.

    He would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a warmth fluttering in his chest the way the super soldiers at his kitchen table were looking at him all expectantly. He licked his lips slowly, nervousness hammering behind his sternum.

    “Fine.. I mean yeah, okay.. Sure, why not?”

    The smiles he got in response were bright enough to put the sun to shame.

    “So you’ll go out with us?” Barnes asked.

    “Saturday good?” Steve added.

    Tony huffed a laugh, rubbing a palm over his face.

    “Yeah, yeah, that’d be great.”

    He couldn’t really stop the mirroring smile tugging on his own lips.

    Ridiculous.

    Suddenly he was crowded against the counter. Barnes put a hand in his left pocket and fished out something silvery and shining. It was a simple silver chain with what looked like a smoky quartz pendant dangling on it.

    “I made this for you,” he held it out in question and Tony hesitantly bowed his head a bit so he could clasp it around his neck.. ridiculous,” Steve drew the design.”

    Cap looked like Tony’d just granted them the world when he looked back up, chain snugly placed around his neck. He took the small pendant between his fingers.

    “It brings out your eyes,” he explained, warmth colouring his voice.

    And then he leaned in, lips just barely brushing Tony’s own, and he would be loathe to ever admit to the moan that he let slip out. Next was Barnes who was a little less sweet and a bit more demanding but just as toe curling. Tony made a little trilling noise in the back of his throat. His cheeks heated but the two Alphas just looked at him like he was simply adorable. He was only a little  annoyed with how good that felt.

    But, yeah.. this could work.

[dilfhakyeon-moved]

So I'm a sucker for JackCrutchie and saw your amazing headcanons, got any ideas of how their first date would go (canon era)? No worries if you don't want to do this!

   two poor boys ? on a date ? in 1899 ?

yes

(:

two for sure

i’m so done with my writing but accept all these gays

Jack hadn’t wanted this, but Crutchie had insisted. ‘I’ll pay,’ he said. ‘We can afford it ! We deserve that, I thinks.’

That’s what he’d said - now it was the evening, after a long uneventful day, and at this point he was just waiting next to the lodging house, his foot tapping nervously against the ground. He’d hoped Crutchie wouldn’t be too late, but it seemed he was taking his time… oh, oh– maybe he should go get him ? Maybe he was in danger. 

… No. He was getting anxious for no reason. Crutchie would be fine, they’d won the strike, they… everything was fine. Life was a bit better. Not perfect, but better, and they’d be just fine, everything… god.

“Hey, Jack !”

The light voice rang, getting Jack’s head to perk up in its direction.

Of course, it was Crutchie, but he wasn’t alone ; the confusion was obvious on Jack’s face. Why was… someone else there ? What was this about ? Was Crutchie about to–

“I’d thunk it’d maybe be dangerous if we went together,” Crutchie began explaining, a gentle smile on his face to maybe appease his now boyfriend. “ ‘Cause we’re boys. But if we’s three, then it’s less suspicious.”

Oh… Clever. Jack’s gaze went back to the third boy’s face, and he gave a nod.

“Well, uh… thanks, Dave.”

A smile was lying on the taller teen’s face, perhaps a bit absent-mindedly. “No problem. Just helping two fellas out.”

That was reassuring. With Davey there, they could always get out of a situation anyway, right ? And they’d earned that small, peaceful time. Even if they weren’t alone, that was fine. That was good enough, especially since they were going to go out in public. Not that they’d be looked at, but security first.

“Okay, let’s get goin’ !”

And they went ; but as they began heading to that bar thing Crutchie had chosen, Jack couldn’t help but notice the… sort of sad look in their friend’s eyes. Sadness ? No, he was miserable. He was hurting, and Kelly wasn’t blind.

But he said nothing yet, and the date went well.

After spending a whole evening flirting and cracking jokes, Jack and Crutchie pretty much staying the same as always despite the growing, obvious discomfort in their friend’s stance, they had to head home.

But Jack was… drunk. And drunk Jack didn’t make the best decision.

There he was, slinging one arm around Crutchie’s shoulders, his other arm around Davey’s - who flinched at that -, with a huge grin on his face.

“ ‘t was a good evenin’, wasn’t it ?”

He got a nod from Davey, and a sleepy hum from Crutchie. Good, good reactions.

“So, fellas, I’d got this thing I’d thunk about an’ it’s interestin’, I… thinks.”

“Youse drunk, ‘s always interesting,” Crutchie replied, with a sort of slurred speech too.

But they were both drunk, and neither of them noticed just how… flustered Davey had gotten, from that arm around his shoulders. They were busy being themselves, and being drunk, being gay. Well, maybe a bit more for Jack.

“So like I’s said it’s interestin’, Dave, listen… listen. I thinks that uh, we… the Heads o’ the Newsboys, their dads…”

The taller teen was anxious, sure, but also mildly concerned.

“… should be, all official dads, together.”

Crutchie giggled. “What’s that mean ?”

“Means like, I can… I can kiss both when I wants ! An’ they can do that too, an’ all…”

Clearly, only Davey wasn’t drunk, and only he was completely embarrassed. Perhaps not embarrassed, but he was at the very least on the verge of tears. This was quite overwhelming ; did Jack mean that ?

“I– Jack, I think that uh, you’re… drunk. A- and, you need to sleep ! Yes, sleep, um… you can both sleep over, I guess, like– like I’ll sleep on the floor or… with Les, I don’t know, but… I’ll give you my bed.”

He managed to stutter. Yes, that’s what good friends do… and he totally wasn’t head over heels for both his friends ! One of them who was now joking about dating him, aha… great.

“ ‘Dunno, David, that sounds cool to me. Ya got a nice face, you’re a good friend…” The blond to Jack’s side began mumbling, keeping his soft sleepy grin. “We could be official Newsdads.”

Fucking cheesy, God. Who would even think of writing or saying such bull ?

“Yea, right, Dave– Let’s be Newsdads !” Jack added.

Stop repeating that word, for Heaven’s sake.

“I think… I think that we should be Newsasleep right now,” Davey only muttered, cursing at himself. Newsasleep was so cursed.

Except they all woke up in Davey’s bed, and all cuddling too. Davey woke up last, to make things easier ; Crutchie and Jack simply had decided to keep lying down with him by his sides, sometimes exchanging a few words about a headache and a certain bedmate.

Is bedmate cursed too ?

Either way, that was how Jack and Crutchie’s first date had gone. Well, he could honestly be proud of himself ! He’d… saved the day, and nothing had gone wrong. He could pat himself on the back, and act like none of that drunk foolishness had happened.

“Your eyes’ open, Dave.”

Ah, shit.

“My head hurts, Dave. Kiss it better.”

Don’t be a whiny baby, Jack.

( Davey kissed his forehead better. )

“Hey, Dave, can I get one too ?”

Charles Morris, why ?

( Davey kissed Crutchie’s forehead better too. )

This was exhausting. He’d just woken up, and he had to go through these two boys’ shenanigans. Did he deserve it ? Absolutely not. This was slanderous.

“The offer still stands, Dave–”

“Look, stop sayin’ my name, I get it, you’re… talkin’ ‘a me.”

Frustration, embarrassment and longing all in one. He felt bad, because… hey, he wanted this, okay ? These two boys ? The lights of his life. Working with the newsies was fun, but it would’ve never been worth it without Jack and Crutchie’s smiles, jokes and all the good times they’d spent together. But they loved each other, was this fair ? Was he allowed to… join in ?

“You two’re together anyways, I… We can’t be three. This ain’t right.”

“Who says we can’t be three if we wanna be three ? Two ain’t any more legal,” Crutchie retorted, somehow more awake all of a sudden.

And poor David felt defeated. The two pairs of eyes were staring at him intently, and he just couldn’t say no. Not because it was physically impossible for him to, but because he just couldn’t bring himself to. He didn’t want to.

He wanted to accept.

“… Sure you’re not just feelin’ bad for me ?”

“Sure.”

“Sure ?”

“Just said it, punk.”

“Hey–”

“C’mon, Dave. We ain’t messin’ with ya. Crutch’s been talkin’ bout ya anyways, so…”

“I–”

“Please ! We’s a power trio.”

“I was gonna say yes.”

“Oh.”

“Cool.”

And that’s how it went. Then there was silence. Eventually, Jack and Crutchie kissed, then sat up. Each of them leaned in, one after the other, to offer Davey one too. And while Davey was much shyer than they were, there was no less love in his affections. They were all together now, and they were going to own it.

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[science-lings]

Heart of Gold-Titanium Alloy Chapter 5: Calm Before the Storm

“So how long can you just... chill up there.” Harley was staring at Peter who was sitting upside down on the ceiling of the workshop. They had all been casually working on whatever they could think of just to pass time now that school was on hold.

“I don’t know. I’ve slept on the ceiling before. Being upside down actually helps me focus.” He shrugged and webbed himself a tool from Tony’s main workstation. He jammed it into the tiny device he was making. He didn’t tell Tony or Harley that it was going to be an arc reactor powered lightsaber. He was slightly embarrassed by his obsession with the Star Wars franchise so he toned it down so that his new family wouldn’t think less of him.

“Can you stick to anything?” Harley said as he lazily ate a slice of pizza. That was what happened when Pepper wasn’t around to monitor their eating. Tony just ordered them too many pizzas and told them to go wild. They usually did.

“Anything solid. I think I can stick to semi-solids… Unless you want to make a jello building then I’m not sure if we’ll find out any time soon.” Peter shrugged and lowered himself down on a web to grab his fifteenth slice of pizza. He wasn’t a heathen. He was unsure if his web-fluid was toxic or not and he wasn’t going to try it out by eating it off of a slice of meat-lovers. If it didn’t kill him it would definitely be pretty nasty.

“How though.” Harley asked as he looked up at his brother weirdly. Peter probably looked kinda silly just upside down on a tall ceiling.

“I can manipulate my atomic electromagnetism. I don’t have little hairs like real spiders. That would be fucking disgusting. I can stick through thin fabric like my suit. It wouldn’t work if it was too much thicker than spandex. That’s why I show off my ass, not because it’s nice, but because thick fabric restrains my whole sticking ability. And sometimes all of my limbs have to be moving while my butt does the sticking.” Peter answered through a few bites of food.

“Has that ever happened?” Harley doubted dramatically.

“Yeah, I had to kick a guy off of me while using my webs at the same time and I didn’t want to be launched in the air.” Peter said completely seriously. “What are you working on?”

“Oh, Tony let me use one of his old models of the suit. I’m trying to condense a fully formed iron man gauntlet into something pocket sized. For emergencies you know? It turns out that Tony already has ultra miniature arc reactor plans so all I have to do is the whole automated metal bit. At least in a way that won’t accidentally rip my fingers off.” Harley said casually.

“That’s always a good goal to have. Wait… Spiders can regrow limbs right? Do you think I can do that?”

“You are not going to intentionally injure yourself, Jesus Christ…” Tony ordered after focusing on jamming to his own music and playing with some prototype nanites.

“It was just theoretical!” Peter defended. “I wasn’t actually going to cut any of my limbs off!”

“Yeah, it would be a toe at most.” Harley added helpfully. “You don’t need all of those right?”

“Yes you do, don’t hurt yourself for the sake of an experiment.” Tony squinted his eyes as if he didn’t know that his kids were joking. He just wanted to make sure.

“Okay fine, I’ll probably lose a limb on patrol someday.” Peter shrugged. “Hey Tony? Are you gonna make an announcement, you know, about the adoption?”

“That’s probably a good idea, I am a bit of a public figure and people will be wondering why I’m hanging out with a couple of teenagers so much. But if you want to keep it quiet then I won’t say anything. You can’t exactly back away after deciding to  be in the forefront of the media.” Tony reasoned.

“I don’t think it’s that bad… I mean it’s not like I’ve never had bad press.” Peter smiled, “There’s this newspaper, they hate Spider-Man. But, here’s the catch, no one reads newspapers and they can��t get a picture of me to save their life. I totally thought about staging pictures to sell to them but I haven’t had a good camera in ages.” Peter typed on his holoscreen and swiped on it, sending a picture of the newspaper to Harley and Tony.

Harley immediately barked out a laugh and Tony looked mildly offended for Peter. He appreciated it. At first when he saw the anti-spiderman crap, he felt horrible but after some thought, he realized that they were hilariously bad. It was like watching Alex Jones, passionate about something that makes no sense and has no proof.

“Oh my god, look, you're a menace now! ‘Evil mean spider-menace disrespecting the elderly!’ You know, by walking them across the street. How shameful.” Harley giggled.

“My favorite one is when they claim that I’m part of a Nazi terrorist organization. I mean, do I look like Wanda Maximoff?” Peter smiled. This comment made Tony snort even though it was about one of his former teammates. “Wow, are you salty Mr. Stark?”

“I just got you to stop calling me that you little asshole. Also I am pretty salty. I should be too old to be salty but no…” Tony sighed loudly.

“I’m surprised that you even know what that term is.” Harley grinned.

“I’m down with the kids.” Tony grumbled. “ I know the memes…” Both Peter and Harley burst out laughing. “Well I have to, right! I’m trying to parent a couple of teenagers!” He defended. “I don’t want to be the old fart parent that doesn’t know what an internet is!” Peter actually fell from the ceiling as he was laughing so hard. He landed unsteadily on his feet then had to use a desk for support while he laughed his lungs out. Harley was weezing by the time he could stop laughing.

“Too late…” Harley tried to catch his breath. “How the hell do you find time to look at memes?”

“What do you think I do during all those avenger meetings kid. Come on, you think I need that UN shit repeated to me a thousand times.” Tony rolled his eyes. “Okay it wasn’t all memes but I finished monument valley in one afternoon.”

“That’s not that impressive, but why would you need to go to those avengers meetings anyway? I mean there aren’t very many avengers left. Most of them abandoned you because, what, rules are for pussies?” Harley looked a little bit annoyed when talking about the ex-avengers. Peter agreed but slightly less passionately. What team cap did was super uncool, at least from what Peter knew anyway.

“Well, somehow I have to find them and at least get them to a judge. Or find a way to pardon them because I can’t be earths only defender. The next worldwide disaster could happen and I’d rather have more expendable team members. The UN thinks they’re dangerous and they can’t be running around doing whatever they want.” Tony explained dismissively.

“Yeah, no shit. Mr. Rogers is destructive as hell. Remember when he revealed the entirety of a secret agency without giving a heads up to the agents on the field in direct danger?” Harley pursed his lips.

“He didn’t think that through did he…” Peter muttered as he climbed up on a table, completely unlike a normal human.

“Hopefully you guys don’t hate him that much because the best I can do for our situation is bring them back under house arrest here at the compound.” Both of the teenagers froze and looked at their father.

“Uh, what? Even after all of that you’re letting them come back?” Harley shouted.

“I’ve been talking to King T’Challa as they set up home base in Wakanda and we’re trying to work something out. I’m really trying to work with the accords so that there will be comfortable with them enough…” Tony continued.

“You really shouldn’t have to change the law to make them comfortable. The law is for the safety of all of the people who were previously unheard. The avengers needed some sort of oversight. You can’t just go to other countries and kill people with the story of trying to stop a terrorist. And none of them admitted to doing anything wrong. They left all of that to you even though you weren’t even part of it. I say they don’t deserve your help.” Harley ranted. Ever since he had met Tony he had kept up pretty intensely on everything to do with him and the avengers. He was a little frustrated.

“Yeah he dropped a plane platform on me before he knew if I could handle it… I mean we were fighting but I could’ve become a spider pancake. His team seemed a little more willing to hurt our team when I was literally just there to tie them up.” Peter shrugged. He was fairly informed about everything and was completely steadfast in his views.

Superheroes should be more responsible than anyone else. They had more arguably more power than any world leader and they couldn’t just do whatever they wanted. As someone raised to value responsibility above practically all else, he knew how important it was to account for your actions. Especially when you have great power. Super or not.

“Yeah, well, I’m not happy about it either. But we don’t have much of a choice. If something really bad happens… we need to be ready and if that means bringing them back, then fine. It’s better than having nothing.” Tony sighed, struggling to hide how uncomfortable he was about the subject. Did he want Steve back? No. He never wanted to see that asshole again. But if there was something coming, he would die alone. He didn’t have much of a choice.

“I don’t see why we can’t just make a new team. I seriously doubt that I’m the only teenage superhero. Hell, Harley could probably pull off being a direct line of succession for Iron Man. Iron Boy… Iron-ling…” Peter suggested.

“Yeah no, Remember when I said expendable? That’s what you guys aren’t. No major superheroing until you get out of collage. That’s a rule in this house.” Tony looked up to silently inform Friday.  

“Would you like me to inform Ms.Boss about the new family rule?” The AI echoed from the ceiling.

“Yes. And tell her that I love her.” Tony said casually while Harley and Peter made gagging noises and stuck out their tongues respectively.

“Okay let’s not go down that road. She’s not even here... “ Harley rushed. “Hey, we didn’t elaborate on that whole publicising the adoption thing. Are we actually going to do that?”

“Do you want to?” Tony sounded suspicious.

“It’s going to be hard to hide it if we go outside and the school already knows. It could already be leaked. It would be easiest to take control of it yourself.” Harley shrugged. Peter wasn’t completely sure about what he wanted. Sure, he didn’t want to hide anything but he also was kind of afraid of publicity as Peter and not just as Spider-Man. He knew the public would find out either way and he would rather avoid the whole misunderstanding phase.

“You’re right, how about you Peter?” Tony turned to his Spider son.

“I think… I’m not sure. I’m not a public person but I’d rather have that than trying to hide something that big. I’ll have to tell Ned and MJ first though. I think I already kept May’s.. Uh death from them for too long… I don’t want them finding out through the trending tag on twitter.” Peter shrugged.

“You didn’t even tell them about your aunts death?” Harley said, dumbfounded.

“In my defence, I was still in denial. And I tend to internalize my problems until I explode. I don’t exactly have healthy coping mechanisms.”

“You shouldn’t wait any longer anyway. Just call them in a minute. I can set up a press conference to reveal my new babies to the world. Do you guys want to do it today or tomorrow?” Tony asked.

“That fast? Damn… uh… the sooner the better I guess. Do I have to wear something nice?” Peter shuttered. He didn’t want to confront everything that soon. But he knew that he had to. It was one of those need-to-know kinds of things.

“Yeah but don’t worry. I’ve got that taken care of. Or I guess Pepper does. She has a better sense of style than I do and she insisted we go a little crazy on the clothes.”

“So it was Pepper that got us all matching iron man pajama pants?” Harley deadpanned.

“I think she has them too. Family has to match I guess. Is that a thing? I don’t know.” Tony didn’t look remotely surprised at his fiance's antics. “Anyway, tonight then? We still have a few hours to get ready.” He looked at his watch. He had called his fair share of press conferences without much of a heads up. Besides, by now everyone should know about the attack at the school so he would need to address that as well.

“Sure whatever. I’ll need to take a shower and Pete has to tell his friends. Cool? Cool. Bye.” Harley got up from his seat and left the lab without another word.

“Great…” Peter groaned. “I’m just going to skype them at the same time... I do not want to have the same conversation twice. I’ll tell Friday when I’m done.” Peter narated as he left the workshop and waved goodbye to Tony.

“Hey Fri? You know what to do.” Tony prepared for his own call.

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“So uh, I haven’t been completely honest with either of you. And before you say anything, It’s not because I don’t trust you or anything that you guys couldn’t helped.” Peter sat in his room in the Iron Suite of the avengers compound. It had the most extra rooms even from the beginning. Which was pretty convenient.

“Spit it out dork.” MJ said. She looked like she didn’t think that it was as major as it was and Peter appreciated the casualness.

“Okay, a little over a month ago, my Aunt May died.” Peter could practically feel the air get awkward through his laptops monitor. He continued before his friends could interrupt. “I don’t have any family left so I went into foster care for a while. I kept running away though. That’s why I looked like garbage all month, Not just physically but also emotionally.” He joked as it was his ‘uncomfortable’ coping mechanism.

“Oh my god, Peter I’m so sorry…” Ned started. He was one of the only people who understood. At least the whole coping thing. Ned had been there for him when Ben died and he knew that Peter’s solution to the problem was to internalize the fuck out of it. MJ looked a little uncomfortable as she was fully aware of how pushy she had been the past month. Peter knew that it was just her way of caring but also seeming detached.

“I know, I’m dealing with it but that’s not all. You know Harley? I actually met him through the foster system. His dad left him early on and his mother died a few years ago. That doesn’t matter, anyway, he was my foster brother. Now he’s my adopted brother. About a week ago, we got adopted.” Peter debated on whether to keep them in the dark about the whole ‘Iron Man is my dad’ thing.

“Whoa okay, let me get this straight, you got double orphaned and didn’t tell either of us?” MJ sounded respectfully sad but like she was desperately trying not to be even more depressing.

“Yeah, that’s it. But I swear it’s not you guys. It just took me too long to accept it myself. Anyway, I had to tell you before I’m on the news in a few hours. I actually have to go get ready for that.” Peter prepared to end the call before Neds eyes lit up in realization.

“Wait… DID MR. ST-” Peter interrupted him before his friend could spoil anything.

“Spoilers dude. I’ll text both of you soon.” He grinned and shut his computer to end the call. “Uh Karen? I need a tie tying tutorial…” He requested his personal AI. He had gotten attached to his suits AI so instead of Friday, Karen was embedded in his room.

“I could just ask boss. He just got off of the phone. Would you like me to request his assistance or see you struggle with it for twenty minutes?” Karen replied in her sweet teasing tone.

“Fine… in a minute though, I’ll save that for last.”

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Peter was a little nervous. Maybe more than a little as he was freaking out. He fidgeted with his little spider cufflinks that Tony thought would be funny. He had to admit that the little spiders were cute. But he could imagine the blurry pictures on a fake news site with a caption of ‘Starks son is Spider-Man?’ or something just as obnoxious. Even though it was true, it would be weird to see it. It was exciting in a sense, he had never been part of a conspiracy theory.

Tony had helped him with a simple glossy red tie and Harley dealt with a flashy gold one. Neither of them were used to dressing so fancy but Peter had to admit that it was the most stylish he had ever felt. He would have to remember to thank Pepper when he sees her next. He kind of felt like he was in a magazine or on the red carpet. He had never had a stronger urge to take pictures of himself.

He may feel cool but he also felt a whole lot of anxiety. Tony had promised that all he had to do was stand there when the billionaire gave the announcement and that they didn’t have to answer any questions if they didn’t want to.

Peter wasn’t worried about any of that though. He was worried about all of the flashing lights and yelling. As a sense enhanced person, that was going to be the worst part. He just had to get through it without going into sensory overload. Easy peasy. He went through multiple fire drills so it should be fine right? He was probably just worrying too much. If the lights got too much he could just ask Tony if he could use his sunglasses.

“You kids ready?” Tony looked over at them as a woman was making him look less sleep deprived with makeup. Peter and Harley had the same treatment only minutes before and they couldn’t wait until it was all over. Again, Peter was sensitive and makeup of any kind felt extra weird. He kept wanting to rub his eye but he knew that the concealer would rub off and he had to just endure.

“Is it too cliche to say, as ready as I’ll ever be?” Harley straightened up and messed with his tie a little more than normal. The asshole was just better at hiding his nervousness than Peter was but he knew that Harley was just as uncomfortable.

“A little but it isn’t inaccurate. Remember, It’s going to be over soon and if you don’t want to answer a question, you can just give me a look and I’ll answer for you. How does that sound?” Tony was confident enough that some of his natural chill was picked up subconsciously by his kids. “Just remember that breathing is good for you. Air is a nice resource. Use it all you want.”

“Boss, It’s time.” Happy said through a slightly opened door that led to all of the chaos. Peter swore that he could see Colonel Rhodes on the platform beyond. Tony nodded and fixed Harley’s hair before showtime. They only had another second to prepare, and it went by too fast. Then they were out in the eyes of the world and everyone was watching. He really hoped that he wouldn’t regret this.

[thelillzmonster]

bad | 07 (m.)

↳   He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, good-looking young man who made girls swoon for just a touch. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also stayed out of his business. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

pairing; jeon jungkook x reader (ft. kim taehyung)

genre; smut, romance, fluff

words; 10 243

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A/N: please beat my ass for taking over a fucking month with this. hopefully it was worth the wait tho ;). writing this killed me.

You caught yourself smiling while walking down the moderately crowded streets. The sun was shining and finally you could feel a hint of warmth through the air. Despite the stress that school was generously providing you, you felt somehow good about mostly everything in that moment.

Maybe it was the cheery and sunny weather.

Or maybe it was the fact that Taehyung was waiting for you in a café across the street.

It was mildly embarrassing that you felt excited about meeting him. You knew you shouldn’t have, but you still did.

It wasn’t a date; just two friends meeting up for coffee. Well, according to him. Besides, he didn’t do dates. And you knew better than to go on a date with him after what he did. But when he had asked to meet up, after class the previous day, you just didn’t find any reason to say no.

Because you still wanted to give him another chance, at least at being friends.

Responsibly checking for cars before you crossed the road, you could already see Taehyung through the large windows of the café. He was sat on the couch against the far-right wall, sporting his signature, messy fuckboy-hair and crimson jacket.

He hadn’t seen you yet, as his head was tilted downwards to his phone, probably buried in conversation with one of the thousands the boy knew. He had a lot of friends.

Upon opening the door to the café, a feeling of doubt surrounded you, as if it was mixed with the air in the room. You started second-guessing whether or not getting involved with Taehyung again was a good idea.

Probably not.

The next time he fucked you over, though, you swore you’d kick him in the balls. No more sleeping around for him.

You started walking in his direction with a languid pace, suddenly nervous for some reason, as if you were a young teenager going on her first date with her long-term crush. Except you were eighteen, and it wasn’t a date, and Taehyung wasn’t your crush. Not anymore.

To your dismay, his gaze flicked up away from his phone before you had even properly reached the table. Immediately his one-thousand-voltage smile appeared as he recognized you, dressed in the same clothes you had worn at school; just a pair of jeans, a long-sleeved shirt and jacket, scarf hanging loosely over your shoulders.

“Hello, (Y/N).” He greeted cheerfully, making you slightly more relaxed.

“Hi, Taehyung,” You managed, finally sitting down on the couch next to him. “Sorry for being late.” You said sheepishly, although you weren’t sorry at all. Truthfully, you had intentionally come later than you said - only by about ten minutes. You just figured you’d make him wait a little, just to prove that the meeting didn’t mean anything particularly special to you. Because it didn’t.

His grin grew minimally at your words.

“I’m sure you’re very sorry,” His voice was laced with amusement and apparent sarcasm, but you pretended not to notice, slightly taken aback by the fact that he could see right through you.

“So, coffee?” You quickly suggested, a sneaky attempt at changing the subject.

He visibly held back a chuckle before nodding and standing himself up.

“So, what are you in the mood for?” He asked.

“Uh, I’ll just have a caramel macchiato.”

“Got it.” He smiled, adding an unnecessary wink, before he was walking to the register.

In only a couple of minutes he was walking back in your direction with two mugs in his hands, triggering you to start pulling out some money for him from your wallet. But when he reached you and set the cups down, he noticed what you were doing and quickly started to protest.

“No, no, no. It’s my treat.”

You tilted your head back up to look at him with a surprised expression painted over your face.

“Uhm... Okay.” You simply gave in, already knowing that he wouldn’t accept your money either way.

With a smile, he comfortably sat back down next to you. But when he only looked at you expectantly without saying anything, you felt your nerves starting to tense again.

You smoothly took a sip of your caramel macchiato - which tasted pretty damn good -  before deciding to break the lingering silence.

“So, uhh.. Why’d you wanna meet up?” You asked, voice more timid than usual.

“Well..” He started, an expression of something close to embarrassment dawning over his features. “I, eh, heard that you met Yoongi.”

A cold chill ran through your body at the mention of that name, the owner of it which you had met only two days prior.

“Oh..” You mumbled. “Yeah..”

You shouldn’t have been surprised by Taehyung bringing it up, considering you had seen the name on his phone, but you still were.

“(Y/N), I’m really sorry.”

Your eyebrows furrowed.

“W-what do you mean? For what?”

“Well, f-for him. Jungko-... I was told that Yoongi, uh, like, scared you. He’s like that, it’s dumb, I know.”

“Is he, like... your friend?” You questioned. It wasn’t completely unlikely, other than the fact that Yoongi was a complete creep.

“Nah, no, I wouldn’t call it that. He’s just... an acquaintance. Sort of.”

You scowled at the boy next to you.

“Who would want to be acquainted with someone like him?”

He chuckled.

“It’s not really that simple.” He explained. “Regardless, I’m sorry. Even if I didn’t do anything, I just wanna say sorry on his behalf. ‘Cause he won’t do it himself. Not sincerely anyway. I’ll tell him to keep his dirty paws off o’ you in the future.”

An involuntary snort left you.

“Thanks, I think.”

He grinned. And then he locked his gaze with yours, keeping a steady stare that eventually started burning your eyes, making your stomach stir.

Once he looked away with a hushed chuckle, he left you snapped out of it with a red blush covering your cheeks, showcasing the obvious embarrassment you felt.

“But-” He started suddenly, with a clearing of the throat. You only barely noticed how he scooted slightly closer to you. “-that’s not the entire reason why I wanted to meet up today.”

You finally looked back up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I was thinking... maybe I could help you study. At least help you finish that annoying essay due on Friday next week.”

You stared at him, unmoving, surprised by his suggestion.

“W-wait. Like, really?”

He gave a warm chuckle.

“Yes, really. I’m actually pretty good when it comes to essays. And I heard you needed a small boost in your English studies, so I’ll gladly help out.”

You noticed how he held back a laugh at your probably dumbfounded look and closed your apparently opened mouth. But then your stare grew suspicious.

“Wait; what’s the catch?”

He sighed in amusement.

“No catch.”

“What is it you want in return?”

Taehyung grinned.

“Nothing. Spending a bit of precious time with the current star of the school is just enough.”

You rolled your eyes, making him giggle, unzipping your sweater because of the suddenly hot feeling and sweaty armpits. As soon as you did so, Taehyung’s gaze was immediately drawn to a certain part of your neck that had been in hiding. But you didn’t notice until he actually reached his hand out to take a gentle hold of your chin and turn your head, getting a better look at the patch of skin.

Realizing what he was staring at, you quickly withdrew yourself, hiding the dark purple marks covering one side of your neck, under the scarf hanging around your shoulders.

‘Shit. Shit. Shit.’ You mentally cussed. You had somehow forgotten about the stains of mistake left on the precious surface of your neck, and now you were afraid Taehyung might get mad.

Timidly looking back up to meet Taehyung’s eyes again, you weren’t sure what to make of the expression on his face. It looked somewhat quizzical, in a way. He didn’t say anything, only stared back at you, looking like the cogwheels in his head were turning in full speed.

But then one of the brightest grins you had ever seen suddenly appeared on his face, before you could even explain yourself, and when he leaned in to place a sweet kiss on your cheek, you almost jumped out of your skin.

“I’m gonna go get some more napkins. Be right back.” He announced, grin just as genuinely glowing as ever, before he was standing up and walking away.

“Okay, I’ll just go by your house and pick it up then.” You said, feeling your heartbeat return to a regular speed, sighing in relief.

“Yeah, of course.” Taehyung assured from the other line. “I put your notebook on my desk, in my room upstairs. Jimin’s probably there to let you in.”

“Oh, okay, good. Thank you so much.”

You heard a hushed chuckle.

“No problem, (Y/N).”

“’Kay, bye.”

“Goodbye, sweetheart~”

And then you hung up.

Your stupid self had left your notebook at Taehyung’s place a couple days earlier when you had studied together. Because of your clumsiness, you now had to leave movie night at Minyoung’s to pick it up.

“What’d he say?” Minyoung asked from behind you, watching you put your shoes on.

“Jimin’s there. I’ll just go pick it up. I really need it till tomorrow. Sorry, Minyoung.”

“(Y/N), I already told you it’s fine. I’m just skeptical about this whole... Taehyung situation.”

“Situation? What situation?”

“You know what I mean, (Y/N). Isn’t it all kinda odd.”

You let a few seconds of silence pass before you answered.

“I thought so, too. But he hasn’t made a single move on me, other than a week ago at the café when he just kissed my cheek.”

Minyoung furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

“He’s so weird. Just don’t let him play you again.”

“Of course not. I’m just going over there to pick up my shit. And he’s not even there right now.”

She chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay. Be careful.”

You turned and opened the front door to Minyoung’s house, being met by the fresh, late night air. But before you could say your goodbyes, she spoke.

“Uhm... Did he say if Jungkook will be there?”

A nauseous-like feeling grew in your stomach at the mention of his name.

“No, he didn’t say. Besides, I really couldn’t care less.” You replied, before closing the door and starting your walk down the empty streets.

“Oh. (Y/N).” Jimin greeted once he had opened the door, a look of surprise on his face.

“Hi, Jimin.” You managed a small, embarrassed smile.

“Uh, Taehyung isn’t here tonight..”

“Oh, I know, I know. I’m just here to pick up a notebook I left here the other day. I guess he didn’t have time to text you and say I was coming over.”

“Ahh..” Jimin sounded, a look of realization dawning over his handsome features, along with a blinding smile. “That must be why he texted. I didn’t bother reading the texts, sorry.”

“Oh, no, that’s fine. I’ll be in and out.”

He chuckled.

“Don’t worry, no need to be in a rush. Stay as long as you’d like.”

You couldn’t help but smile in return.

“Thank you, Jimin.”

You timidly stepped into the hallway you had grown familiar with, after studying with Taehyung a couple of times since the week prior when he had asked you about it. He really had been helpful, and there had been no spontaneous make out sessions, which was pleasantly surprising to you. But of course, the flirting was endless.

Swiftly bending down, you quickly slipped your shoes off of your feet and placed them on the doormat.

“He said it’s in his room, so I’m just gonna sneak upstairs.” You explained, turning to Jimin again.

He grinned in response.

“Go ahead.”

You didn’t waste any time to walk up the stairs, Jimin making his way to the kitchen. But only once you had made it up the staircase, staring at the empty hallway in front of you, did you realize that you had no clue which room was Taehyung’s. The two of you had always stayed in the living room while you were over. But you already felt embarrassed enough about the situation and decided it was too much of a bother to go back down and ask Jimin.

It couldn’t be that hard to figure out for yourself, could it?

Your gaze floated over the doors in the hallway. You were satisfied when you realized that you heard no other noise on the second level.

‘He must not be here, then. Thank God.’

Feet taking light steps towards the first door on your left, you peeked inside. Eyes immediately drawn to the black Givenchy backpack discarded on the surface of the bed, you decided it must have been Jimin’s room and drew yourself back.

Pivoting on your heal, you headed towards the first door on the right side of the hallway, which was practically wide open. Your eyes lit up when you quickly spotted a very particular and memorable red jacket hanging over the chair by the desk. Without hesitation, you strutted into the room, focus fixated on the desk only.

‘Great. Now, let’s just get that notebook and go home.’ You leaned over the wooden surface and enthusiastically searched for your notebook.

But it wasn’t there.

When you didn’t see it immediately, a feeling of worry crept up your spine. Not thinking twice, you started looking under the other books and papers scattered over the desk, turning everything upside down, just in case.

Your eyebrows furrowed when your book was nowhere in sight, since he had clearly said he left it on his desk.

“What the hell are you doing in my room?!”

Heart practically jumping out of your chest, you whipped around to face the source of the voice, a small yelp leaving you as you did. Eyes wide and mouth hanging open, it didn’t take long for you to recognize the figure standing in the doorway.

“Jung-.. Y-your room?”

Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Yes. My room.”

He was wearing a basic white t-shirt and gray sweatpants, a used towel in his hands, hair visibly still damp. He must have just taken a shower.

“Why the hell were you looking through my shit?”

Realizing your hands were leaned on the desk behind you, you quickly jerked away, hands held up on either side of you.

“Shit.” You muttered. “I-I thought this was Taehyung’s room.”

“W-why would you be looking through his shit?”

You sighed heavily, heart rate slowing back down.

“I wasn’t looking thro-.. I just came to get my notebook.” You explained.

Jungkook’s confused expression then changed to one of pure annoyance.

“Your notebook, huh? You forgot it here after one of your study sessions?”

At the boy’s sarcastic tone, your eyebrows furrowed questioningly.

“Uhm, yes, actually.”

“Uh huh.” He sounded, keeping his steady glare on you.

“Is there something wrong with that?” You asked, growing irritated.

He sighed.

“I just don’t get why you guys insist on calling them ‘study sessions’ when everyone knows you’re obviously fucking. It’s like you’re ashamed.”

Your eyes widened at his words.

“F-fucking?! We’re not fucking.”

A scoff.

“Oh, I’m sure you’re not.”

Your irritation grew again, at a higher speed this time.

“Yes, well, we’re not!”

Jungkook smirked.

“You sure they’re not a pair of panties you left here? Using a notebook as an excuse; pathetic.”

“Jungkook, you fucking moron, Tae and I are not fucking!”

“(Y/N)...” He started exasperatedly. “Stop being a dumb liar and just admit it already.”

“What? So you have proof?”

His nose wrinkled in disgust.

“No, and thank God for that. And I don’t need it, Taehyung has clearly implied what your ‘study sessions’ are really about, telling us how you stayed here late to ‘study’ with him.” He scoffed. “Why the hell do you think I haven’t been here any of the times you were. You thought that was a convenient coincidence?”

“Well, I don’t know, maybe I thought you were just avoiding me ‘cause you hate me.”

He raised his eyebrows, pursing his lips.

“Good point.” He admitted, making you narrow your eyes. “But, no, actually I just didn’t want to hear you guys going at it. Fucking disgusting.”

A huff of air escaped your nose.

“Oh, so, you still think I’m disgusting.”

His expression changed at your words, a few seconds of silence ensuing.

“Well, anyway..” You continued when he didn’t. “We aren’t fucking, so lay off.”

Jungkook sighed again.

“Why so persistent? Everyone knew he’d get you in bed sooner or later anyway. You’re probably easy, too. I mean, shit,” he laughed, “you even enjoyed making out with me at that party.”

You immediately felt hot, red color rising up your neck and over your cheeks; you weren’t sure whether embarrassment or raw fury was the reason.

“Oh, fuck you, Jeon, I did not.” You scoffed. “I was drunk.”

“Oh, please. You were barely even tipsy.” He smirked.

“The day I enjoy anything physical with you, Jeon, is the day pigs learn how to fly.” You shot back. “And also, I thought you were disgusted with that whole thing. So, why do you seem so proud about it now, huh?”

“I never said I was disgusted.”

Your aggressive look faltered in confusion at his words.

“But I’m not proud of that. You’re just, like, really pathetic.” He quickly continued.

You rolled your eyes.

“Whatever you say, you dick. Now, Imma go get my notebook from Tae’s room and quickly get outta here. Who knows what bacteria is in this room after all those desperate girls you fucked in here.” You cringed exaggeratedly.

You started towards the door, but stopped when you realized Jungkook wasn’t moving. One of his eyebrows were raised, an unconvinced expression on his face.

“You’re trying to tell me you’ve never thought about it yourself? Being one of those girls.”

Your expression turned to one of bewilderment, the change in his attitude taking you off guard.

“Hell no!” You exclaimed. “You’re way too full of yourself for you own good, Jeon. I’d never wanna be one of those dumb hoes.”

He visibly held back a chuckle at your choice of words.

“Dumb hoes?”

Embarrassment threatened to grow in your stomach, but you disregarded it.

“Whatever, just move, please. I wanna leave.”

He smirked, not budging from his position in the doorway, calmly throwing the towel in his hands onto his dresser before crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“Okay, I’ll ignore the whole ‘fucking Taehyung’ thing, and you’ll get to leave..” he explained, hope finally lighting up in the distance. “..If,” he continued, making your shoulders slump again, “you admit that you did enjoy making out with me that night.”

Your eyes widened.

“No way! I did not enjoy that shit. In your dreams, Jeon.”

“All you have to do is say it, (Y/N).”

“I won’t admit to something I didn’t do.”

“Then explain the moan.” He retorted, gaze darkening slightly.

You felt your heart rise to your throat.

“I-.. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was drunk.”

“Just admit it, (Y/N).”

“No, fuck you. What do you get out of it anyway?”

His smile faltered, face expressing annoyance once again.

“Just admit it. I already know you liked it, so just say it.”

“Oh, are you sad that you might be the only one who enjoyed it, huh?” You voiced in a mocking tone.

He scoffed.

“I definitely didn’t enjoy that amateur shit. I’ve had much better. Besides, who was the one who pulled away?”

You shook your head in disbelief.

“You’ve had much better, huh? Y’know what? Fuck you, Jungkook. I’m leaving now.” You replied, walking forward to push him out of the way.

“No, (Y/N).” He said, quickly closing the door behind him, then taking a hold of each of your shoulders and turning around to push you against the wall next to the door, his hands landing flat on the hard surface, one on each side of your head.

Your eyes widened in shock at his action, heart definitely stopping for a second or two.

“W-wha-”

“Admit it, (Y/N).”

His maroon eyes stared right into yours, gaze unwavering and stern.

“What th-the fuck are you doing, Jungkook?! Let me go!” You raised your voice again, anger retaking its place in your gut.

“(Y/N)-”

“Why are you so fucking persistent with this stupid shit?!”

“(Y/N), (Y/N).” He said, finding your gaze again, as you were fidgeting around, trying to make him lose his encaging stance over you.

Realizing he wouldn’t budge, you gave in and looked at him, faces inches apart, furious gaze burning into his.

“Just... look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t enjoy it.”

Looking into his eyes, you somehow felt an unknown feeling hovering around you. But you weren’t going to give in.

“Jungkook, what-”

“No, (Y/N). Just look me in the eyes and say it. Then I’ll know, and you can leave. Just look at me and say you didn’t like it; not one bit, and I’ll believe you.”

At his words, you stopped moving around, once again locking your uncertain gaze with his steady one. The same unknown feeling reappeared, making you uncomfortable again. Only this time, the feeling hit you harder, being that his face was closer.

But then you realized where you were and what was happening. Anger and fury caught fire in your chest again, spreading through every vein and muscle in your body.

Instead of just saying what he wanted, you felt the urge to slap him. You did not owe him anything.

You were going to slap him again, for a second time.

Hand starting to twitch by your side, you were ready to lift it up and swing it onto his cheek, glare boring right into his. You were going to slap him and leave, and never ever speak to him again.

But once the palm of your hand finally made contact with his skin, it wasn’t in the same harsh way you had imagined. And it wasn’t just one hand; the other was moving in the exact same manner, both hands holding either of his soft cheeks between them. You had a gentle but firm grip on his face, seeing how his eyes slightly widened in puzzlement. But before he could react and you could gain control of your conscience again, your hands were pulling him down and landing his lips on yours.

Immediately you felt how Jungkook completely stiffened against you, only moments later pushing himself off of you and staring at you with saucers in the place of where his eyes were supposed to be, his hands still leaned against the wall behind you. You opened your own eyes, and once met by his flabbergasted expression, reality slowly started weighing you down again and making you wake up.

But before you could fully grasp your common sense once again and get out of the bizarre situation, he took it upon himself to lean back forward and reconnect his lips with yours, properly this time. The second he did, your rationality and prudence was floating away high above you in the sky, far from sight.

The movement of his kiss was soft and sweet at first, yet firm, contrasting his chapped lips. You instantaneously mirrored his actions, arms slowly snaking around his neck by their own will. And once he felt you press him further into you, he was quick to circle your waist with his own arms, your chests pressed steadily together.

But in only seconds, the kisses decreased in sweetness and increased in growing hunger, Jungkook sandwiching you between him and the wall, tongue quickly slipping in between your lips to meet yours.

As soon as your wet muscle met his, the same electric shock you recognized from that night at the party hit you again, only a million times harder. Because you knew that this wasn’t just for show; this was happening.

The two of you were feverishly making out against his wall in desperation, your heart rate significantly picking up speed, and the feeling of him against you made your stomach clench around itself, thighs pressing together firmly.

You could hear his breathing growing heavier along with your own, a warm tornado starting to churn deep in your stomach, heat building in between your legs. And from what was pressing lightly against your hip, you could tell he was feeling it, too.

"I... didn’t know... pigs... learned how to... fly..” He managed to say with an amused toned between kisses. You blushed in return, remembering your words from earlier.

“I-I.. don’t kno-... know what... you’re... talking ‘bout..” You replied, Jungkook barely giving you half a second to voice each word.

“Well... this is... physical... and wi-hmm... with me.... And you’re... clearly... enjoying it..”

You could feel him smirking against your lips but didn’t have time to defend yourself as he suddenly gripped the back of your left thigh with one hand, lifting it up to hook it around his hip; very similar to what he did the time at the party, only much more firm and certain. As soon as he pressed himself back into you, now against the warm spot between your legs, you let out the beginning of a whimper, barely believing how turned on you were already.

He sounded another smug chuckle, followed by a kiss.

“There’s no need to hold it back. Please, be as loud as you like.” He teased, grin sitting proud on his dazed features.

“Oh, shut up.” You groaned, only widening his smile further. “Put that annoying big mouth of yours to better use, would ya?” You retorted, a tickle bursting in your stomach at your own words.

He seemed slightly taken off guard by what you had said, letting out a shaky sigh and a quick “Oh, I will,” not wasting any more than a second or two to reconnect your lips once again.

Your fingers were tugging at his still mildly damp hair, his hands sneaking their way under the material of your shirt, growing bulge pressing into you in a way that made you have to hold back any sounds threatening to slip out. The palms of his hands coming in contact with your skin made your breath hitch, apparently not going unnoticed since you could feel him smirking against your lips again. As his hands grew greedier traveling upwards, your shirt followed along with them, and once his fingers were grazing the edge of your bra, he decided to pull the material over your head, discarding it on the floor.

He paused for a second while looking down at your almost completely exposed torso, jaw visibly slacking a bit.

His unwavering stare made you self-conscious, your brain starting to compare yourself to all the other girls you knew Jungkook had fucked before, but as if on cue, his voice cut the tense silence.

“Jesus, you’re- uhh..” He sighed absentmindedly, dragging a hand back through his hair, voice much huskier than before.

A heated blush immediately blossomed on your cheeks, his eyes finally breaking away from your chest, meeting your shy expression with a smirk.

“I think I can work with this.”

He then pulled his own shirt off, throwing it to the side, and your heart definitely skipped a beat; making you completely forget to beat him for his smug and ignorant comment.

You couldn’t help but stare at his fit and well-built, sun-kissed torso, obviously the result of working out regularly and dawning you with the fact that though a prick, he still had all the looks. You had to accept that fact with a pinch of salt and gulped down all the saliva watering in your mouth.

A breathy, baritone chuckle broke you out of your daze, your line of sight finding his again, the crimson color on your cheeks only deepening.

“Like what you see?” He offered, making you want to punch that sexy smirk right off his face. ‘Wait- Sexy?’

“Hmm,” You sounded, trying to ignore the loud thumping of your heart. “I guess I can work with this.”

His eyes darkened a shade.

“Touché.”

He then placed his fingers under your chin, tilting it slightly upwards, eyes fixed on your neck.

“Are these from..”

“Yes, they are..” You sighed, remembering how the hickeys he had given you almost two weeks earlier were still visible, although not as dark anymore.

You saw him bite back a smile.

“You weren’t supposed to give me hickeys, ya know? Dick.”

He only chuckled in response.

“Can’t say I’m sorry.”

Your eyes narrowed at him.

“How ‘bout now, though?” He asked.

“Huh?”

He grinned.

“I’ll just take that as a ‘yes’.”

Then he was bending forward once again, not giving you a chance to protest, your leg still hooked around his hip. But this time his lips only left one kiss on yours, before starting to trail down along your jaw and towards your neck. You felt his tongue lap at your skin, his lips soon sucking down, teeth grazing you pleasurably. Fingers running through his hair, you started pushing your hips into his and bit your lip to conceal any whimpers that wanted to leave you.

He quickly responded to your movement, your teeth digging further into your bottom lip in turn. In only seconds, the two of you were practically grinding against each other, several new marks covering your neck.

Feeling satisfied with the patches of color on your skin, Jungkook started focusing more on the way he pressed into you. The slight change in his movement made a huge change in the effect, a light whimper finally escaping you, your hips automatically pushing forward for more. He grazed his mouth along your skin while traveling towards your ear, biting your earlobe lightly before speaking.

“Someone’s eager.” He whispered, voice dripping with smugness, his warm breath sending chills down your spine.

At his words, you decided a physical retort would fit better than a verbal one and grinded your heat in a particular motion along his clothed shaft, that had grown very stiff.

A low growl sounded by your ear, followed by a firm press of his hips, wiping the smirk right off of his face and placing it on yours.

“Yes, someone is.” You finally responded, coyly.

He gave a slightly dumbfounded chuckle.

“You’re playing with fire, (Y/N).”

“What does it matter if I’m good at it?”

He pulled his head back to meet your gaze, burning lust now evident in his eyes - although it might have just been the reflection of yours.

“You just never shut that cute little mouth of yours, do you?” He provoked, chest pressed tightly against yours.

You leaned your head in closer, the tips of your noses just barely touching.

“Then make me.” You challenged, not breaking the eye contact for even a second.

Instead of smashing his lips on yours like you had expected - and intended, for that matter - he gave an amused chuckle in turn.

“But that’s not what I want, (Y/N).” He started, hands sneaking their way behind your back. “I don’t want to make you quiet.” He unhooked the clasp of your bra, making your breath hitch. But his gaze didn’t leave yours, not once. “I want to make you loud; I want to make you scream.”

Burning heat shot the straight way down to your core at his words, your bra falling down along with it. He tilted his head down to get a view of your bare chest and shamelessly bit his lip at the sight, his large hands making their way there while traveling along your skin. You shivered when his fingertips reached the beginning of your mounds, your eyes locked on his features, arms lying slack around his neck. His hands slowly covered your breasts, kneading them softly at first to test the waters.

But when a shaky sigh of pleasure left your parted lips, brushing his face that was sitting barely an inch away from yours, he dove down, attaching his mouth to your collarbones and starting his second round of painting your skin red and purple. Your hands regained the capacity to move and started brushing through his soft hair again.

While leaving marks along your otherwise untouched skin, Jungkook traveled downwards, eventually reaching your breasts that were still being fondled by his hands. He finally started licking at your hardened nipple on your left breast, your leg now hooked further up on his waist due to him bending down. As he started sucking on the stiff bud, you couldn’t hold your sounds to yourself anymore, the slight sting you felt doing nothing but increasing the level of enjoyment bubbling in your stomach. You swore you could feel him smirk against your skin at your restricted whines and whimpers, but he still kept abusing your nipple, eventually moving to the other one.

His mouth still attached to and lapping at your breast, he started unbuttoning your jeans, pulling open the zipper and pulled them down your legs, automatically making you bring your leg down from around him. Your feet swiftly stepped out of the denim material of your trousers once they pooled around your ankles.

You looked down and a rosy blush covered your cheeks when you noticed the casual pair of gray boyshorts you had on. After all, you hadn’t expected to sleep with anyone that night; let alone your worst enemy. So, naturally, you weren’t dressed for the occasion.

Jungkook’s breathy chuckle sounded throughout the room as he also looked down to see your underwear, before straightening his legs to lock his eyes with yours, to which you only looked away in embarrassment.

“I should’ve known you aren’t the type to wear thongs on a daily.”

You didn’t know what to reply to him in return, so at the lack of your response, you felt his fingers place a gentle grip on your chin, turning your head to face him.

“What? Are you embarrassed?” He asked, voice on new levels of smug.

“Oh, shut up.”

He chuckled.

“Don’t worry about it. They’ll come off soon anyways.”

Your gut tightened at the meaning of his words, but you didn’t have much time to mull it over as the next thing you knew, Jungkook’s hands moved to place a strong grip right under your butt, suddenly lifting you up from the floor against him. A small yelp of surprise left you as your fingers instinctively grabbed onto the area between his neck and shoulders.

Your faces were less than an inch apart as you looked down at him, legs automatically locking around his waist. You stared wide-eyed into his orbs that were dark and eager, as he slowly started turning and walking towards his bed. He swiftly bent down once he reached the edge of the mattress, your butt gently being placed on the soft surface.

Once you were sat down properly, he leaned forward and placed his lips on yours, which was slightly unexpected on your part. The kiss felt sweeter than it should have, making butterflies tickle your stomach in a way that was unfamiliar. But you disregarded it as the kiss was soon over, Jungkook standing up straight, untying the knot holding the sweatpants on his hips up.

“Scoot back,” He practically demanded.

You wanted to talk back like you usually would have, but there was nothing usual about this, and you found yourself doubtlessly complying to his command immediately.

You lied there, propped up on your elbows, watching as he pulled the gray sweatpants off of his legs, leaving him in only his red boxers, before looking back up to you. But he stood still at the foot of the bed, eyeing you darkly.

“Actually I kinda like your gray underwear..” He started, mildly puzzling you. “They make it easy to see how wet and turned on I’ve gotten you.”

Your cheeks instantly started heating up at the statement, making you clench your thighs together firmly, paying more attention to the stickiness that had pooled in your poor boyshorts.

“Take them off.” He ordered, a devious smirk playing at his lips.

“Huh?” You questioned, heart stopping for a split second.

“You only have them left, (Y/N).” He stated, looking down to your panties. “Take them off.”

Your eyes widened, a thick gulp pushing its way down your throat. ‘Is he going to just stand there and watch me?’ The thought made your nerves tense as you uncertainly shifted in your position.

“Come on, (Y/N). It’s not a good idea to keep me waiting.”

You weren't exactly sure what to make of that statement, but decided you didn’t want to find out, hesitantly reaching down to start removing your comfortable underwear. When the hem of the soft material was past your hips, you quickly removed the cloth from your legs entirely, absentmindedly throwing the panties to the side, keeping your legs tightly pressed together.

Reluctantly looking up to meet Jungkook’s gaze again, you were met by a lopsided and amused smirk, making you feel even smaller than you already did.

You weren’t sure whether you actually expected praise from him or not, but you soon found out that you weren’t that lucky. At least not yet.

“Now spread your legs for me.”

Your eyes immediately widened at his sentence.

“Jungkook, I-” You tried with a timid voice, but were quickly cut off.

“(Y/N)..”

“Why are-”

“(Y/N)-”

“I don’t-”

He then bent forwards, hands landing on the mattress with a bounce, eyes steadily glaring into yours, effectively shutting you up.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, (Y/N).”

He looked like a predator eyeing its helpless prey as he stared at you lustfully, looking ready to pounce any second. Shamefully, you weren’t sure whether it made you more intimidated or more turned on.

You didn’t dare ponder over whether or not to listen to him for much longer, taking a deep breath as you adjusted yourself on the soft sheets underneath you.

“I hate you.” You muttered, glaring at him with a pout on your face.

He only grinned in return, anticipating your next move.

You managed a gulp, looking to the side in embarrassment, not wanting to see his reaction once you complied to his orders. Slowly you started gliding your feet apart along the soft duvet, gradually spreading your legs open. It felt like time was running twice as slow, taking an eternity to finally spread your legs fully apart. You kept your gaze away from the boy in front of you, too embarrassed and unsure to actually look his way.

But when he stayed silent, you had to sneak a glance to see why he wasn’t saying anything, only to catch him staring down at your exposed womanhood, bottom lip between his teeth. If you were blushing before, you were actually turning into a tomato now.

You watched him snap out of whatever trans he was in, looking up to meet your gaze again. You noticed how much darker his eyes had gotten, appearing almost pitch-black.

“Hmm, I can smell you from over here.” He revealed smugly, a look of embarrassment dawning over you again.

And then he was crawling forward, making your eyes widen, which he only gave another smirk to in return. He stopped once he was hovering over your exposed heat, peering down at you with dark eyes. But he didn’t say anything, just lied down until his face was only inches away from your wetness.

You felt heat starting to pound between you legs, a sudden rush of neediness coming over you as you watched Jungkook lie over your hips, staring at you with sultry hunger and lust. He shifted his gaze downwards, visibly biting back what you assumed would have been a chuckle, before looking back up at you with dazed eyes.

“Look at you, you’re getting my sheets wet.” He said, making you wonder if it was his life’s mission to make you crumble in embarrassment. “That’s so sexy..” He sighed, gaze fixated on your exposed entrance again. You almost moaned at the way he looked along with his words, your walls clenching around nothing.

Without warning, you felt the tip of his finger at your slit, making you suck in a sharp breath through your nose, pursing your lips to swallow the sounds that were threatening to fall out of you.

“Fuck, you’re so wet..” Jungkook stated with a breathy but low voice.

His digit easily slid along your slick folds, due to the juices that kept dripping out of you. He experimentally moved his finger along your slit, teasing at your entrance, making you bite your lip harshly.

He looked up to your face, your expression seemingly amusing to him as he gave a devilish smirk. He kept his eyes locked with yours while dipping his head down, his tongue darting out to give a small kitten lick to your clit, fingertip still at your entrance, and the action made you practically squirm in need, your lips pursing in an even harder fashion. Jungkook grinned as your hips lifted up to feel more of his tongue and finger, him only tilting his head away in return.

“Jungkook, stop teasing me you- ngh... fucking prick.” You managed, voice needy and restricted, afraid that you’ll moan otherwise.

He audibly chuckled at your wrecked state, his amusement both irritating and somehow incredibly hot.

“But, you see, I kinda like it this way.” He provoked, tilting his head with plastic innocence.

“Jungkook..”

“What? What are you gonna do to change my mind?”

You thought over his words for a second, slowly realizing what he wanted you to say. But despite your current state, you were still too proud to give into him yet.

“Jungkook, just stop teasing me.” You tried again, slightly distracted by his finger still teasing your slit.

“What was that?” He persisted, moving his finger to graze over your swollen bud of nerves, making your hands fist the sheets under you.

You were a mess; and that was an understatement. You needed to be touched properly, you needed to have your building release. And frankly, you couldn’t stand his teasing much longer.

‘Pride? What is pride worth, anyway?’ You told yourself, figuring that you were past the point of caring either way.

“Please.” You finally gave in, looking away as you said the dreaded word.

“Please what?”

You felt like groaning, like punching him in the face, like choking him. But there was something from him that you wanted more at that point.

“Please... touch me.”

You glanced down at him again, eyelids half-opened, watching as Jungkook gave a heavy sigh at your words, looking like he was on the verge of breaking, himself.

“Mhm, is that what you want, (Y/N)?”

“Yes. Please.”

He managed an almost sinister smirk.

“Not as feisty anymore, are you?” He stated, obviously satisfied. “But, your wish is my command.”

And then he was diving down, instantly drawing a long lick up your slit with his tongue.

Your body practically collapsed onto the mattress, elbows giving in, your hand slapping itself over your mouth to force any sounds to stay hidden.

Jungkook kept placing long and almost intricate licks over your heat, savoring the taste coating his tongue. You had to hold your breath to make sure no sounds would slip out, your free hand still squeezing the sheets harshly.

He moved to cover your clit with his now wet lips, sucking mercilessly on the bud, making your muscles contract, back arching slightly off of the bed, your hand pressing against your mouth harder than it ever had before.

His hot breath brushed over your wet womanhood as he sighed, lifting his head to look up at you with a half amused, half frustrated expression. You panted desperately, barely whining at the loss of touch, looking down at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“No, no, (Y/N). Hand off your mouth. I wanna hear how I make you feel.”

You slowly removed your hand, your only intent to reply.

“But.. Jimin is downstairs. He could hear us.”

“Let him. He’s gotten used to it.” Jungkook shrugged, his infamous smug smirk reappearing.

“But I- ahh..” You were cut off by him suddenly sucking down on your clit again, making a loud moan finally leave your mouth, as you hadn’t been prepared.

A sound that was a mixture of a chuckle and a breathy moan left the boy in front of you, his head once again tilting up to meet your embarrassed face.

“Jungkook!” You exclaimed, slamming your hand down on the mattress in a scolding manner.

“Nuh-uh, if that’s what you sound like, don’t you dare cover that mouth again.”

A small tickle burst in your stomach at his words, but you didn’t have time to think the feeling over, as Jungkook once again dove down to lap at your dripping heat.

You tried to hold back sounds without having to use your hands for awhile, but as his tongue started teasing at your entrance, you completely lost all care you had ever had.

Sounds started falling melodically out of your mouth, Jungkook burying his mouth in your core, his chin completely covered in your succulence, nose grazing over your clit.

You could feel him groaning against you, the vibrations only adding to the pleasure and you could already feel a boiling heat tightening in the pit of your stomach.

But the man lapping so beautifully at your lower lips decided that you weren’t getting enough, and without warning added a finger to the mixture, easily sliding it in through your entrance, making a slightly louder moan of yours sound through the room.

“Hmm, that’s it..” Jungkook pretty much moaned out, before his tongue darted out to lick at your clit.

His finger started pumping in and out of you, the back of your head pressing into the bed in pleasure. You had completely stopped caring about how loud you were, even about if Jimin could hear you or not. You were too desperate for your sweet release, feeling it inch closer with every thrust of Jungkook’s finger.

Eventually, after letting you writhe in pleasure for awhile, he started curling his finger against your walls, effectively finding that special bundle of nerves and making your voice catch in your throat.

“Ngh... Jungkook..” You moaned shamelessly, said boy groaning in response, his lips once again surrounding your clit to suck at it.

Your hands darted down to pull at his hair, hips grinding against his mouth and finger, reveling in the way his fingernail grazed your g-spot, making you moan louder each time.

In only a few more moments, you already felt the tightening knot ready to burst, your moans growing louder and breath growing heavier, fingers feverishly pulling at Jungkook’s dark hair, face contorting in raw pleasure.

“J-Jungkook.... I’m- ahh... I’m gonna..”

“Let go, (Y/N). Come all over my tongue. Let me feel you come around my finger.”

His words only pushed you further towards the edge, making you ready to explode at any moment. In only seconds, the way his finger kept finding your g-spot, his mouth expertly working on your clit, the way his voice vibrated against you, the way he looked while mercilessly eating you out like there was no tomorrow, it all finally became too much, all of your muscles tensing as the most incredible climax you could imagine washed over you.

“Jungkook!”

Your walls clenched tightly around his finger, short but loud moans falling out of your agape mouth in a harmonic rhythm, making him groan over you. White pleasure exploded behind your eyes, toes curling and thighs contracting in pure ecstasy. You felt like you were flying, like your body was sent into euphoria.

He kept pumping his finger in and out of you, riding out your high as best he could, keeping you a writhing mess before him as long as possible.

Eventually, your body started to relax, lungs panting for air, a sheen of sweat covering your naked body, hands lying slack in Jungkook’s hair.

Once you started jerking away from the touch of his tongue as he was determinedly licking up all of your release, he slowly lifted his head up again, your neck barely being able to crane itself to watch him.

He had a hungry expression on his face, your juices dripping down his chin and almost making you moan at the sight.

“Hmm, that was so hot..” He commented, looking at you with a devilish gaze, your stomach still rising and falling, breath fighting to regain its normal pace.

He started crawling up along your body, keeping his gaze steady with yours, until he was hovering over your fucked out face.

“Did you like that, (Y/N)? Did I make you feel good?”

Deciding that Jungkook was definitely into dirty talk, you figured it was his turn to feel that pleasure, your hand managing to sneak down to his clothed bulge that had grown unbelievably stiff.

“Yes, you did.” you panted. “Want me to make you feel good, too?”

Your hand lightly started caressing him through the material of his boxers, immediately making his muscles jerk while he let out a breathy moan, which was probably the sexiest sound you had ever heard.

But to your surprise, Jungkook reached one hand down to quickly pull your fingers away, letting out a slightly dumbfounded chuckle.

“No, no, (Y/N). There’s no need for that. If you start blowing me now, I’m gonna come right away.” He admitted, a dazed smile peering down at you.

You weren’t sure whether to feel proud or fascinated with the fact that he had gotten that hard without you having touched him even once, but you were distracted from the thought when you felt need building down in your heat again.

Being that you had no shame or pride left to give, you seductively slid your hand up along his naked stomach and chest, caressing your thigh along his leg.

“Well, then, what are you waiting for? Fuck me, Jungkook.”

A grin resembling amusement and amazement at the same time, quickly grew on his face, contrasting his darkening eyes.

“Oh, is that what you want me to do? You want me to fuck that tight and cute little pussy of yours? You want my hard cock inside you?”

You almost released a moan at his words, hips once again writhing in the search for stimulation for your heat.

“Yes.” You managed, smugness dawning over his features at your expression.

“Hmm, what’s the magic word, (Y/N)?” He murmured, lowering his head down to bite and lick at your earlobe.

“Please, Jungkook. Please, fuck me.”

He growled right into your ear at your submissiveness, clothed member lowering down to grind once against your wet folds. You moaned out loud at the action, making the boy above you repeat the movement, before he was pushing himself up to meet your gaze again.

“Is that what you want? Me to fuck you until you come all over me again?”

“Yes. Yes, please, Jungkook. Fuck me.”

“Ohh, that’s so fucking hot.” Jungkook breathed out, sitting himself up straight between your legs to finally remove his boxers that had gotten wet from grinding into your dripping heat, another spot formed from his precum. “You’ve been such a good girl, (Y/N). So, I’ll give you what you want, since you asked so nicely for me.”

Then he was hovering back over you, boxers disregarded somewhere in the room. His arm reached over to his bedside table, swiftly pulling out a condom. He gave you a quick kiss on the lips before sitting up and rolling the rubber onto his shaft, which you finally got a proper glimpse of for the first time. Realizing how big he was, you almost got nervous as to how he would fit, and if it might hurt. But either way, you wanted nothing more than for him to be inside you as quickly as possible, staring down at his delicious-looking length, making your walls clench around air in anticipation.

As soon as he was done putting the condom on, he was hovering over you again, locking his lustful gaze with yours.

“Are you ready, (Y/N).”

“Yes.”

At your affirmation, he didn’t waste anymore time, being that he was also too hungry to keep teasing and waiting. He needed to be inside you as much as you needed him to be.

You felt the tip of his member starting to slide along your lower lips, Jungkook using one hand to guide it, watching your face as you shifted underneath him in need and desire.

Once his head was coated in your succulence, he decided the both of you were ready. Carefully, he started pressing into your entrance, making you moan loudly, your walls immediately clenching in desperation.

“Ahh, (Y/N). You’re gonna have to relax and open up for me.”

You whined in response, doing your best to make your walls stop contracting in need for touch.

He smiled down at your needy state, feeling you loosen up for him.

“That’s it. Good girl.”

You almost started tightening again at his praising words, but kept yourself open, feeling how the tip of his shaft slowly started sliding into you, making your breath hitch followed by a short whine.

He moved carefully, the hand that was guiding his shaft placing itself next your head to prop himself up with better balance.

You could see how his arms were tense, as he was probably keeping himself from thrusting into you right away.

Once he was halfway inside of you, he let out a low growl.

“Fuck, you’re so wet and tight.”

You sighed at the way he stretched your walls deliciously, involuntarily making you clench down around him quickly.

He gave an immediate reaction, hips jerking mildly, the veins in his neck on full show from him trying so hard not to give into his own neediness.

“Jesus, (Y/N), don’t do that.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

He chuckled at your apology.

“Don’t apologize. Just relax.”

You had to take deep breaths to open up properly again, Jungkook gently starting to slide further into you, your teeth automatically going to bite your bottom lip harshly.

And then you finally felt him slide all the way inside you, making you moan out as Jungkook groaned above you, dropping his head to the crook of your neck, hips tense due to him wanting to wait for you to adjust.

“O-okay.. You can move..” You sighed, feeling stretched out enough and too needy to wait anymore, your own hips moving slightly to encourage him.

“Ngh-.. Okay.. Shit..” He let out a deep groan as soon as he started moving, sliding himself halfway out of you before thrusting carefully back in again. Your hands went to claw at his back at the sensation, trying to move your hips to make him speed up, nothing but pleasure dawning over you at the feeling of him between your walls.

He caught onto your intention, slowly but surely picking up the pace, breath growing heavier against your skin as he did.

Sounds quickly started falling from your open mouth, your nails scratching at his back as he growled into your neck.

“Fuck, you feel so good, (Y/N).”

Seeing as his neck was right next to your face, you tilted over and started licking and sucking at his skin, feeling his thrusts becoming gradually harder as you bravely left marks of your own, liking the way he reacted.

He rolled his hips into yours pleasurably, reveling in the way your hot walls encouraged him, your moans adding to the enthusiasm in his thrusts.

“Ahh, Jungkook..” You moaned into his soft skin, loving the way he smelled, his rock-hard length pumping in and out of you at a faster pace.

“Ngh, shit... You’re so tight around me..”

He then lifted his face out of the the crook of your neck to meet your half-opened eyes, watching your face contort in pleasure beneath him. You watched him as he lowered your hands from his back, suddenly intertwining his fingers with yours, holding them down against the mattress on either side of your head. Eyes widening at the almost affectionate action, Jungkook adjusted his position between your legs.

He then started moving again, staring into your eyes with a dark and unwavering gaze as he did, the slightly different position giving a different angle on how he moved inside you, making your back arch off of the bed.

“Ohh, fuck-... Jungkook, that feels so good..” You moaned out, eyebrows furrowed in building bliss.

“Mhm, you like tha- uhh.. like that, (Y/N)?”

“Yes, please. Move faster, mmh...” You practically begged, writhing underneath his fit frame.

Without hesitation, he increased his pace, focusing on the way his hips grinded into you, soon finding your g-spot once again. You gave an immediate reaction, jerking in pleasure, your high building faster this time due to having already come once.

Jungkook then leaned down to place his forehead against yours, staring steadily into your dilated pupils, that were peering back up at him in a fucked out state.

“Huh, you like the way my cock feels inside of you?” He growled down at you, keeping a rhythm with his thrusts.

“Y-yes.. I like it so much..” You admitted, walls instinctively clenching around him again.

He let out a breathy moan at the feeling, pace quickening even further.

“F-fuck, you’re so tight for me... Ahh, (Y/N)..”

The way his hips snapped into yours eventually made that familiar knot start churning in your stomach, enjoyment only heightening with every second that passed.

Jungkook could tell your high was building by the way you were contracting around him, the sensation also pushing him closer to the edge already, his heavy breaths and growls accompanying your sweet moans with the rhythm of his thrusts, the only other thing heard in the room being the wetness as he pumped himself into you.

He released one of your hands from his, guiding his fingers down between your writhing bodies, finding your swollen, pink clit with ease. The moment his digit touched the sensitive bundle of nerves, you felt like you were going to lose your mind. Your climax was coming unbelievably close, eyes rolling to the back of your head in pure pleasure.

“You like that, (Y/N)? You like the way I make you feel?”

“Ahh, oh yes, Jungkook! Nghh, I’m getting close, uhh...”

“Let it go for me, come- ahh, fuck... C-come for me, baby.”

‘Baby?’

You weren’t sure whether it was the way his shaft trusted so beautifully into your g-spot, or the way he looked so pleasured above you, or the way that pet name sounded so amazing rolling off of his tongue for you, but the next thing you knew, you were reaching your second climax.

Your eyes closed in ecstasy as your body jerked against Jungkook, walls squeezing him tightly while coating him in your succulence. The sounds uncontrollably coming out of your mouth were sure to be heard all through the house, bliss making you see nothing but hot white in front of you.

Jungkook growled above you, thrusts losing rhythm as he started falling over the edge with you, trying to help you ride out your high.

“Fuck, you feel so good when you clench like tha- aaah... Shit!” And then he was following you into euphoria, his breathy moans mixing with yours through the otherwise quiet room, hot seed shooting into the material of the condom.

He kept snapping himself into you, milking his member as much as he could, breathing heavily while keeping the both of you high for as long as possible.

And then it was like a staircase, bringing you down from the closest you had ever gotten to heaven.

Eventually, you grew oversensitive, uncomfortably jerking away from his finger that was still on your clit, and once he had also come back from his ecstasy, he collapsed down onto you, panting into the sticky skin on your neck. Your chest was rising and falling desperately just like his, the both of you steadily breathing yourselves back into what you called reality.

Regaining the strength to move, Jungkook lifted himself to look at your face, placing his lips on yours, one hand still entwined with yours.

As he kissed you, it suddenly hit you how oddly intimate it felt. The way you were holding hands, the way his forehead had been leaned on yours, the way he was kissing you. But you pushed the thought away, too tired to focus on anything other than the way his soft lips moved against yours.

Once he released his lips from your own, your breaths finally returning to a somewhat normal pace, he slowly climbed off of you to throw the condom away.

The few short seconds you had by yourself while he walked to his trashcan, was enough time for fatigue to hit you hard.

As you felt the bed shift under Jungkook’s weight, you realized your eyes were already closed, and you didn’t have enough power to open them again.

Then you were zoning out completely, falling deep into dreamland, no more words exchanged.

[APR 12 - 2017 9:00 PM]

[what-even-is-thiss]

Fic, Illogical Nightmare

@cherrybonesrh13 requested a fic about Logic experiencing nightmares for the first time after an unfortunate event in college. This is great, because it gives me the opportunity to project all my problems onto him. Also, the tumblr font makes that title look like it has three lowercase Ls and I am not happy about it.

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Warnings? There are nightmares and panic. Not a panic attack. Just panic. There is also a mention of drowning, but it is not described. Also, it has 2,246 words. Fic under the cut.

Dreams make no sense. They are not predictable. They do not predict future events. However, there is some evidence that they help us think through things. Abstract things that the conscious mind may not fully process.

Not for the first time, Logan was both thankful for and hated the fact that he lived as a part of a mind. On the one hand, nobody heard him waking up with a scream of terror because he didn’t want them to hear him. On the other hand, occasionally things here made even less sense than in the real world, and Logan needed things to make sense.

He sat up in his bed in a cold sweat and tried to quickly regain his composure. It had happened again. The nightmare. The only one he had ever experienced.

After a moment he determined that it was pointless to attempt to sleep again and went to take a shower. He technically didn’t need to shower, but he found it helpful. He turned the water as cold as it would go and stood under it, trying to shake off the feelings that were invading his mind like a virus.

After Thomas and the others woke up he made his way through the mindscape, doing his job as usual and trying to get the images out of his head.

As he turned around a corner with his clipboard in hand, he ran into Roman, walking around the corner at at unacceptable speed.

Only Logic was knocked over. His clipboard and coffee went flying and he heard Roman cry out “Ah! My shirt!”

“Would you prioritize correctly for once in your existence?!” Logic said as he angrily began picking up his papers.

“Oh, my fault. You are right,” Roman said.

Roman held out his hand as Logic finished gathering his papers and thankfully undamaged coffee mug. Logic took the hand up, but was still obviously miffed.

“Would you mind telling me why you were walking around corners in such a dangerous fashion?” He asked the Prince.

“Well, I was looking for you actually. We had another nightmare last night. A reoccurring one actually, and seeing as I have not been able to find why for almost seven years now, I have, quite frankly, run out of options,”

Logan adjusted his papers and began to take note of the ones that he was going to have to remove coffee stains from. After a moment he spoke. “I don’t know why you are coming to me with this particular issue. I do not dream, as you know. That is one problem solving process I play no part in,”

Prince smiled and appeared as regal as ever, but an expert on him could tell he was unsure. “So you claim. However, seeing as neither of the others has ever had this particular nightmare, and it is not a fear I have, that only leaves you, and I have long suspected you. Yes, I am sure you would agree that I have no options left,”

Logan took off down the hall but threw back, “We can discuss this later, Roman. I am busy,”

Morality was happily placing memories in a scrapbook when Roman appeared next to him.

“Oh, hey Roman! Are you here to see my latest nostalgia book? This one has…”

“Not now Morality, I am on a mission!” Roman announced dramatically.

Patton jumped up from his seat and clapped his hands together. “Oh boy! How can I help?”

“We had a nightmare again last night. The reoccurring one I told you about,”

“Well, Thomas doesn’t remember it, kiddo. I know because I’m feeling fine! Which one was it? The one with the cats?”

Roman looked confused. “Morality, we have not had that dream since Thomas was ten years old. In all honesty, I had forgotten about it,”

“Oh,” Morality looked disappointed. “Which one was it then?”

“The one I have been telling you about for several years now. It happens every few months. At least once a year. Thomas is back at college. He is handed back an essay. There are rude and probably untrue comments written all over the page in red ink. Then the paper begins bleeding until the room is full and Thomas is drowning. Every time it happens, it is incredibly distressing, and every time it happens you claim that Thomas does not remember it. Why?”

Patton paused for a second. His smile became slightly strained, like it did when he was feeling confused.

Soon the silence became too long.

“Um, Patton? If you do not have a solution I can be on my way,”

“Um, yes. Sorry buddy. I’m just gonna go back to scrap booking here,”

Roman sighed and sunk down to a different level of the mindspace.

Anxiety was going through a messy stack of papers in his room, seemingly with a purpose. After several minutes of searching he found what he was looking for.

“Oh yeah. Seventh grade improv mess up. That was embarrassing. You’ve always been a moron Thomas,”

Anxiety was about to go and remind Thomas of this particular embarrassing moment when his stack of papers went flying everywhere and he wheeled around to see Roman batting Anxiety’s papers out of his line of vision.

“Hey! What are you doing in my dreamspace you moron? And could you watch where you pop up? I just reorganized that!”

Roman smiled deviously. “We all know that you don’t organize anything, Anxiety,”

“Alright, why don’t you just tell me why you’re here so I can get you out of my room?”

Roman side-stepped out of what was left of the paper pile. “What are these anyways?”

Anxiety’s expression didn’t change. “Receipts,”

“For what?” Prince asked, now mildly frustrated.

“Embarrassing moments. Stuff we did wrong. I’ve got more in the closet, wanna see?”

“I would rather not,” Roman said, slightly disgusted.

“Then get out of my room,”

“Alright, I’ll make this quick. Does Logic experience nightmares? I have experienced that bleeding essay nightmare again, and if you never experience it, and Morality never experiences it, I am at a loss,”

Anxiety put his headphones on. “That’s the only one he’s got.” he said before snapping his fingers and vanishing from the room without a trace.

Logic was relaxing for a few minutes reading a book when Roman appeared in front of him.

“What is it now, Roman?” Logan asked, not taking his eyes off the book.

“What are you afraid of?” Roman asked.

“Fear is illogical,”

The prince folded his arms in a condescending manner. “And what, exactly, is at the bottom of the ocean?”

Logan closed his book with a snap. “Okay, point taken. What can I help you with?” he asked.

Roman perched next to Logic on the couch. “Logan my friend, you and I are more alike than you realize,”

“What does this have to do with anything?” Logan asked, almost bored.

“Would you not shy away from your feelings for once in your life? We are both abstract thought. We are both essential to the creating process,”

“Why are you reiterating information I already know?”

“Logan, dreams have a purpose. I do not only focus on hopes. I take dreams we have during our sleep and I find the cause of them. Things Thomas, the conscious mind, does not have to think about, but the subconscious mind does,” He put a friendly hand on Logan’s shoulder. “If you do not tell me what is happening, it will not stop. The dream will keep coming, and we will both be drowning in red ink forever. It is not a pleasant sensation, Logan. Drowning is not fun,”

Logic closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Fine. Will I have to tell the others as well?”

“Oh, yes. Of course,”

“I guessed you would say that,”

They all sat around a dining table. Logic couldn’t help but conjure up visions of people gathered in one place for an intervention.

Anxiety looked around as nobody said anything, then he broke the silence. “Look, if you don’t wanna tell them, then should I?”

“I would rather you did not,” Logan said.

“It’s okay Logan,” Patton said, “Take your time,”

Logan cleared his throat and began.

“It is true what I have told you in the past. I do not dream. At least, I do not normally dream. Most nights I spend completely blank. Or, I do not sleep and go to process information or things of that sort. Before one particular incident seven years ago, I could not even comprehend what dreaming was like. Now I do not have a positive perception of it, because the one and only dream I have ever experienced is a hyper realistic nightmare,”

“I know,” Anxiety said.

“That is not helpful,” Logic said.

“Just adding to the conversation,” Anxiety said.

Logan took another breath and continued. “Anyhow, the incident in question was an essay Thomas wrote in a science class. I… I put so much effort in to that essay. The class was required for general education, and I found it especially difficult. It was the first time Thomas had ever written a failed essay that we actually put effort into. I cannot lie. It was incredibly distressing,”

“That is all?” Roman asked. “That is why I can still smell ink?”

Logic adjusted his glasses. “I’ll admit I can see no reason for this dream. Thomas did pass the class in the end, and school is far in the past, but it keeps happening. The first time it happened, I showed far more emotion than is appropriate for someone of my occupation. Even after I experienced it today, when I should be used to it, I woke up quite suddenly with a yell. It makes no sense,”

“He means he woke up screaming and cried for twenty minutes,” Anxiety said.

“Once again,,” said Logan, “that is not helpful,”

“Awww. Buddy,” Morality said, trying to give Logic a hug.

“Please, do not touch me,” Logic said, shooing Patton away with his hand.

“Well, I think we can work through this,” Roman said. “Next time it happens, I shall be ready,”

“Nah, I don’t think so,” Anxiety said.

“Do you ever cause any useful nightmares to happen?” Roman asked.

Anxiety smiled. “You tell me, Princey. You’re the one that’s supposed to be sorting through them,”

About a month later, it happened.

Thomas was sitting in a classroom waiting as a professor handed back papers. As the professor reached him a spotlight turned on and the rest of the students vanished. He was about to take the essay when all of a sudden it was not all of Thomas sitting there, but Logan.

Logic looked himself up and down. What? Was he in control? The professor pointed the essay at him even harder. The red ink written all over it started to bleed.

Suddenly, another spotlight went on. There was Roman, standing on the desk in front of him holding out his hand.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

Despite the terrifying situation, Logic sighed. “Everything has to be a Disney reference with you, doesn’t it?”

He took Roman’s hand and the other side helped him on to the desk. The professor had disappeared and there was now a steady stream of ink coming out of the essay on the floor.

“Now what happens?” Logic asked.

“We conquer it!” Princey announced.

Without any warning, he scooped Logan up into a fireman’s carry and began to jump from desk to desk.

Logan struggled. “Would you put me down? I am perfectly capable of moving!”

When Roman put him down, he saw that the classroom had grown exponentially in size. The window now looked like it was a mile away and the desks were floating on an ocean of red ink.

“You really have some very deep issues, Logan,” Prince said.

“Apparently so,” Logic said, taking in the size of the room. “Now what do we do?”

“We keep going!” Prince cried.

The two men held hands as they jumped from one desk to another. More than once, one of them nearly fell into the sea of ink and had to be pulled up by the other.

After what felt like hours, the room was nearly full of ink and they were doubled over as they jumped. At last, they reached the window.

“Close your eyes and hold your breath,” Roman announced. “I shall save us, but you have to trust me,”

Logan fought back tears as he thought about drowning in that sea of thick red liquid again, but he kept his composure.

“Very well. I trust you,”

Logic pinched his nose, held his breath, and took a leap of faith.

Roman held the teacher by his waist with one hand and paddled with the other. He felt around in the thick red sea for a window latch. He found one and pried it open. The window burst open, spewing all of the desks, the thick red ink, and the two personality traits out of the classroom.

Logic rolled onto his back on the now red grass outside the window.

“Roman? Are you there? All I can see is red,”

A friendly hand just as wet and gross as his own gripped his arm.

“I am here, nerd. Everything is alright. You do not have to worry about this again,”

“Thank you, Roman,” Logic mumbled, as the dream faded to black.

And from what anyone can tell, Logan hasn’t had a dream since.

[randomprose]

tsukishima brothers being typical boys and bonding over poor lunch food choices. with Akiteru being the best big brother and Kei being a brat.

a/n: I’m unsure whether Akiteru works on Sendai or Tokyo but for this story, I settled for Sendai.

here. have a short drabble of tsukishima bros being normal and comfortable around each other because I am honestly so tired of reading fics about them where Akiteru is always walking on eggshells around Kei. give me cute tsukishima bros bonding or give me death!!!

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Lately, Akiteru has taken to coming home on the weekends as often as he could.

He’d be home by Friday night just in time for dinner. Straight from work and a quick practice with his current volleyball team. He’d greet their parents, a few words with their father about work and the mundane before he detours to the kitchen to give their mother a kiss on the cheek. Then, at her request, he goes up to knock on Kei’s door to call him for dinner. He stays until Sunday afternoon when he has to drive back to Sendai to prepare for work the next day.

And lately, for his part, Kei has taken to wandering out of his room and not locking himself in for as long as he’s in the house other than to eat.

It’s a nice change from the usual and it makes their mother happy to see them complete and the house fuller even if it’s just on the weekends.

Saturdays are for the weekly trips to the grocery store. Akiteru begs off this time opting to laze around the living room to watch a rerun of his favorite anime instead. Mother shakes her head as father calls for her to hurry up. She leaves him the usual instructions: don’t open doors for strangers, unplug the TV if you’re going to take a nap or go outside, take the dishes out of the dishwasher when they’re done, and make sure Kei eats lunch. They’ll be out long since their father wants to catch a movie and they’ll be lunching out so Akiteru is in charge of his and Kei’s lunch. Again, make sure he eats. Lord knows that boy needs it.

Akiteru makes a face at her because, “I’m an adult, mom. I already know all that. Geez.”

“Of course you are, honey. An adult who opts to stay at home to watch a Naruto rerun instead of helping with the groceries.” She ruffles his hair and Akiteru groans. “Be good. I’ll bring back a box of that strawberry pop tarts you boys like so much.”

“And a box of the cinnamon ones, too, please. The strawberry ones are for Kei and you know how he gets with them.” Akiteru calls after her. And just before she exits the house he adds, “Oh, and a box of mint chocolate chip Klondike too!”

He hears their car pulling out of their driveway and five minutes later Kei comes wandering down, blonde locks curling in his familiar bed head, stifling a yawn and still in his pajamas. Akiteru looks up from his sprawled position on the couch and couldn’t help the fond smile that tugged on his lips, especially on the stegosaurus printed pajama bottoms.

“Did mom and dad left?”

“Yeah. Just about. Don’t you have practice?”

“Moved in the afternoon. Ukai-san had some errands this morning.”

Kei moves to the living room, still stretching his limbs, arms high up over his shoulders making his sleeping shirt ride up. Akiteru watches him with a lazy stare and notes why their mother worries. Kei really does need to eat more.

His legs are unceremoniously swiped to the floor so he’s now only half lying on the couch at an awkwardly bent angle. Kei drops at the vacated space with a yawn and Akiteru rolls his eyes before sitting up properly in a grunt. Rude brat.

They stay like that for a while. Akiteru’s eyes glued to the screen while Kei only half watches and half fiddles with his phone. When 11 rolled in Akiteru lowers the volume as he turns to his brother.

“Pizza okay for lunch?”

Kei looks up from his phone. “Mom and dad not gonna eat here?”

“Lunch out. Dad wants to see a movie.” They’ll probably be out until dinner time. Their father has a habit of putting off doing the groceries until it’s time to go home. “So, pizza? And some chicken wings, maybe? I feel like eating chicken.”

“As long as I’m not paying anything.” Kei’s attention is already back to his phone, one hand under his shirt scratching his torso while the other lazily thumbs through his phone.

Akiteru scoffs. What does this boy think of him, really. As if he’d let his high schooler brother pay.

“As long as you don’t tell mom I didn’t fix you something nutritious or whatever.” He reaches for his phone to place an order. “And as if you could pay anyway.”

“I have an allowance, you know.”

“Ah, save it.” He waves a dismissive hand towards Kei. “I’ll collect your debts when you’re part of the working force.”

“Ehh. Aren’t older siblings always supposed to treat the younger ones? How cruel, nii-chan.”

“Heh. Who even said that?”

“I don’t know. It’s the natural order of things. Sorry. I don’t make the rules.”

Akiteru smirks, tongue pressed against his cheek as he punches in their orders, thoroughly enjoying their rare banter. Beside him, Kei has an identical smirk, amused even when he just read something stupid again by Hinata in their group chat.

When the pizza arrives, Akiteru nudges Kei with his foot to get it. The younger Tsukishima makes a face at him in protest before Akiteru nudges him again and waves a wad of bills on his face.

“I’m the one paying. Do you part, ototou.”

Kei sneers as he swipes the cash before begrudgingly standing up to get their pizza.

They both do the clean up afterwards with Akiteru smashing the pizza box small enough to get rid of the evidence, throwing everything in a garbage bag before handing it to Kei to stuff it in the trash can. They did it in all seriousness and an unspoken agreement that if mom asks what they had for lunch the answer would be anything but pizza and wings.

It didn’t occur to them how ridiculous it all is until almost half an hour later, when the opening theme for a new episode is playing, and Akiteru burst out in snickers.

“Nii-chan, what the heck.”

“It’s just…you’d think we were committing a crime when we were disposing that pizza box.”

God they must have looked suspicious. If Nakamura-san from next door poked her head earlier he wonders what the old lady would think of an image of the Tsukishima children unsmiling  and eerily serious hurriedly stuffing a garbage bag in a trash can.

“Like hiding a body.”

Kei quips with a snicker of his own and Akiteru just loses it. Kei’s snickers graduating to soft chuckles echoing Akiteru’s louder ones.

“If mom asks, we’ll tell her we had fish, miso and pickled vegetables for lunch. That sounds healthy enough. And tell her you ate two servings of rice.”

“Deal.”

Later, after Kei has taken a shower, he comes bounding back to the living room dressed in his practice clothes and clutching a roll of finger tape. Akiteru beckons him over to sit beside him with the intention to tape his fingers for him. Kei sits facing him sideways with his legs crossed.

“I can do it by myself you know.”

“Of course you can.” Akiteru mildly agrees taking the roll of tape from him and starting on Kei’s left hand. “But it’s better when I do it, see? I’ve had more practice than you. Give me your other hand. Does it still hurt?” He flexes Kei’s ring finger and pinky gently, remembering the match against Shiratorizawa, before starting on taping them.

“It’s fine. It healed quite nicely.”

“Good. That was a great block, you know? Have I told you that?”

“At least eight times, nii-chan.”

“Well, it really was.” He finishes and Kei inspects his work. “Can’t wait to see you block more spikes like that at Nationals.” He grins because even if it’s been weeks, almost a month, he is still so, so, so proud of Kei.

“You’re not planning on watching all our games at Nationals are you?”

Akiteru laughs because Kei said games, as in plural. His little brother intends to play beyond the first match and he sounds so sure and determined.

“What? Scared you’ll embarrass yourself in front of nii-chan?”

Kei scoffs as he rolls his eyes. “As if.”

The smile Akiteru sends him is fond and it only grows wide when Kei looks away with a pout. But Akiteru could see the slight upturn of his lips and he thinks ‘cute’.

“Come on,” he turns off the TV as he stands up. “It’s almost time for your practice, right? I’ll drive you.”

“What—you don’t have to. I’m meeting Yamaguchi and we’ll walk there.”

“Nah. It’s hot out. Text Tadashi and tell him we’ll pick him up on the way over.”

“You’re not gonna stay the whole of practice are you?”

Kei regards him suspiciously as he picks his bag beside the couch where he dropped it earlier. Akiteru rolls his eyes at him as he swipes his car keys and waits for him by the genkan because really.

“Don’t worry. I won’t. I have better things to do anyway.”

“What, like watching Naruto reruns? Seriously, nii-chan. Are you really an adult?”

“You and mom are so judging. Just what is so wrong about watching a childhood favorite?”

“It’s childish.”

“Hey, I just fed you. Shut up before I decide to make you walk instead.”

“It’s not like I asked you to drive me to practice.”

“Why can’t you just be grateful to your nii-chan for once in your life, Kei? You are so uncute.”

Kei sticks his tongue out at him and Akiteru tries to sneer in response but it morphed into a laugh instead at the rare display of childishness from his normally somber little brother.

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“Oh, shit.” Akiteru mutters on the way to Yamaguchi’s house. “Did I unplug the TV?”

“Relax. I knew you’d forget so I did.”

“Oh, great. Thanks, Kei you’re the—oh, shit.”

“What now?”

“…I forgot to take the dishes out the dishwasher.”

[faunaspirit]

VOLTRON AU High School

This is my first time writing a fan fiction, but I felt pretty inspired after seeing @chiouart post some pretty Voltron art of the Paladins as high schoolers. I hope you like it, I might write more!

Shiro - Senior; 18(early bday) Allura - Senior; 17 (moved up a grade) Keith - Junior; 16 Lance - Junior; 16 Hunk - Junior; 16 Pidge - Junior; 14 (moved up 2 grades could’ve been 3 but she liked her lame ass friends) Coran - Graduated; 20 (is the super chill older kid who works part time by the high school)

-It’s finals week and top Paladins of Altea High are currently relaxing at their usual spot in Sals Diner; Coran just started his shift so they’re all eager to annoy him as they study for upcoming exams-

Lance: I’m totally flunking out in Altean Lit guys, I don’t even how I’m supposed to pass the dumb test. Pidge: *mildly annoyed* You could try studying like the rest of us Lance.. Hunk: Lance have you even read the book? Lance: Wait, what there’s a book!? Keith: *deep sigh* What did you even think the test was on? Pidge: If he didn’t spend all class staring at the back of Nymas head maybe he wouldn’t be struggling. I swear I don’t even know how you’re in the advanced class! Lance: *blushing* I don’t spend all class staring at Nymas head! She just happens to sit in front of me.. Keith: *rolling his eyes* Ok so who’s got the better grade in Altean Lit because I’m in the Galra Lit class.. Pidge: *mildly defeated*Hunks pretty good at Altean but we should wait for Allura considering she has the top grades in the whole school. Hunk: Don’t worry about it Pidge, that’ll definitely be you next year. *Coran walks to the young Paladins table* Coran: What’ll it be today guys? Pidge: Vanilla Shake. Hunk: Chocolate Sundae, and a side of large fries. Lance: Blueberry Lemonade. Keith: Strawberry Shake. Coran: Alrighty, you know you could have said the usual considering you get the same thing every time. Pidge: Goodpoint. *the rest of them nod in realization* Coran: So where is Allura and Shiro? Lance and Keith: *annoyed inflections* Senior duties.. Pidge: *chuckling at the word duty* I know Allura was helping the yearbook club finalize designs for the cover. Hunk: Yeah, and Shiro stayed after football practice to go over next games plays with coach Ulaz. Coran: Ah, I see. Well they shouldn’t be long now, I’m gonna put in your order. *Coran walks away and as he does the doors to Diner doors open to reveal Allura and Shiro entering, they approach the table* Allura: How’s the studying coming along? Lance: *pushing Keith* Saved you a seat Princess ! Allura: Lance how many times have I told you Allura is just fine, we are friends aren’t we? Lance: *slightly defeated by the word Friend* *Shiro takes a seat next to Keith and Allura sits next to Pidge* Shiro: *he takes in a deep sigh but still smiles* *Everyone looks over to him a slight look of concern* Keith: Is something wrong Shiro? Shiro: *slight pause* This is Allura and I’s last year at Altea High.. Allura: *smiles gently in his direction* Shiro: We’ve achieved so much already but there’s a lot left unknown, *to the group* I want you guys to keep putting your all into your time here, one day we’ll all be attending Voltron University and maybe even someday form Voltron ourselves. I’m so proud of you guys.. Pidge: Lance is flunking Altean Lit. Lance: Shut up Pidge, I’m not completely flunking ! Shiro: Well I’m no Altean scholar but what parts of the book are you struggling with? Keith: *mildly amused* He hasn’t even read the book.. Shiro and Allura: Lance! Hunk: *chuckling*I’m pretty sure if there’s a question where you need to draw the back of Nymas head he’ll pass. Pidge and Keith: Nice one. Shiro: *looking at Allura* You got this? Allura: *looking towards a puppy faced Lance* I guess… Lance take out the book I’m gonna go over it with you, *Coran interrupts with food* Coran: *smiling* Looks like you’re all here now, Shakes for Pidge and Keith, Sundae and Fries for Hunk, Lemonade for Lance, strawberry Jello for Allura, and tall iced green tea for Shiro. Allura: Awe thank you Coran for remembering. Shiro: Thanks Coran you can put it on my card today. Allura: You’re too kind Shiro, Coran just put it on my tab. Shiro: Allura you always treat us, now it’s my turn. Allura: It’s really no trouble Shiro, you work hard for your money it’s really no trouble to treat my friends. *the young paladins watch the two go back and forth* Keith: We’re all super broke but it shouldn’t be all on one person I’m sure we can all cover what we ordered individually. *Shiro and Allura glare at Keith before they continue on who will pay the bill* Pidge: How about you split it ? Allura and Shiro: Sounds good to me. Keith: *still feeling wounded from glares he received a moment ago* Shiro: I’ll cover Hunk and Keith as a treat from their captain. Allura: I’ll take Pidge and Lance as a treat from the robotics club president. Coran: Alright then, I’ll leave you guys to your studying. Have fun guys. *Coran walks away and the paladins begin there studies* Hunk: Here Allura maybe my notes will help you with Lance. Allura: Thank you Hunk, ok Lance time to focus. When’s your test? Pidge: Tomorrow. Up to Chapter 12. Allura: Tomorrow?! Lance how could you leave this to the last minute. Lance: *feeling guilty* Well I mean I had two swimming competitions and then all the practice and then Hunk and I had to finish the preliminary designs for Engineering. Allura: Ugh fine Lance let’s go through these notes. Pidge: Hunk you needed help with History right? Hunk: Yeah, I had food poisoning when my class went over the lesson on Zarkon. Keith: Oh Pidge and I are in advanced the advanced history class. Maybe our notes will help boost your grade. Pidge: You should probably look through my notes, Keith’s is mostly bad pictures. Keith: *embarrassed* They help me remember, it’s not like I’m bad at the class. Pidge: That’s true Keith got a better score than me on our last test. Shiro: Woah nice job Keith, I’m proud of you! Keith: *uncontrollable smiling* I mean it’s like you said Shiro “Patience yields focus”. Shiro: I’m glad you remembered that, *Leans forward to look at Lance* maybe it could help some others with their studies. Lance: I’m trying really, aren’t I doing well so far Allura. Allura: He’s not as absent minded as I thought, he should be ready for his test tomorrow by the time we finish going over chapter 12. Shiro: That’s good, as long as we work together there’s no reason any of us should fall behind. *The Paladins continue their studies until the sun had already set* Shiro: I’m thinking we should call it a night, anyone need a ride home? Pidge: My moms dropping off Lance and Hunk. *Pidges phone rings* Pidge: Oh that’s her, cmon guys. *Hunk, Lance and Pidge all step from their booth seats* Hunk: Later guys, see you tomorrow. Lance: See ya tomorrow oh and Allura thanks for the help I’m totally gonna beat Pidge and Hunks scores tomorrow. *Everyone laughs as Lance makes his annoyed exit, Pidge and Hunk Exit behind him* Shiro: Allura do you have a ride? *Coran interrupting* Coran: I actually just finished up, so I’ll take her home. Allura: Thanks Coran, *she winks* maybe next time Shiro. Shiro: *lets out an embarrassed chuckle* C'mon Keith I’ll drop you off, you’re on my way home anyway. Keith: Oh, sure. I actually my bike with me, do you think I can fit in the back? Shiro: Yeah no problem. *Coran, Allura, Shiro, and Keith all exit Sals together making their way to different cars* Allura: *she shouts from the other side of the small parking lot*See you tomorrow, goodluck on your exams! Shiro: *Smiling he waves back to her and enters his car* You got it Princess ! Keith: *waves and enters the passenger seat of Shiros Car* -The next week- *Paladins sit at a lunch table in the cafeteria together* Pidge: *smirking* So what’d you get Lance? Hunk: Yeah I want to see this cause that test was harder than I thought, I only got an 84. Pidge: I got an 89. Shiro: *he smiles proudly* Nice job you guys. Allura: Well Lance, we’re waiting.. *Lance dramatically whips out the tests from his bag* Lance: 91! I read ahead and answered the bonus question ! Woo beat that Keith! Keith: *confused* Im not even in Altean Lit.. Shiro: *shocked* Wow Lance nice job, I guess we should be expecting more from you. Lance: Wait, no way I’m not gonna study any more than I already do! Hunk: Lance you don’t really ever study. Lance: Exactly. This is all Keith’s fault. Keith: *annoyed* I’m not even in your class! -End-

[illjustblamemypasttrauma]

Hi :)

Its been a while! Life has been fine. Feeling a little better overall, less depressed but also started a new assignment for therapy. I got into TWU for counseling! Kinda stressed cuz gotta figure out everything else now :/ BUT I feel good about having something to look forward to but also feel anxious about ... yikes. I’ve got lots of plans for this weekend (which I’m only mildly anxious about). Going out with my coworker and his friend tonight... gotta be social... but tomorrow I have therapy and then my friend is coming up from austin and we’re gonna go to 6 Flags! <3. Yeah kinda anxious about tonight just cuz like I’m not very social due to like me fearing social situations. Like it just plays to all my insecurities: fear of being weird/different, fear of doing something and looking stupid, fear of people not liking me, etc. I mean I’ve gone out before and tried to be social so it isn’t something completely new, I’m just stressed cuz last time I went out with my coworker we kinda hooked up? not really just basic shit aka me being horny and him being someone I feel comfortable with. I WONT GO INTO DETAILS because I’m kinda embarrassed? anyways I’m stressed also cuz like last time we went it was DEAD and he tried to make me talk to people and like I haven’t had to talk to new people in a long time like I just don’t do it ever. And I said something about that and my coworkers gave me shit about how I need to be more sociable cuz it only gets worse or whatever so I’m just not excited for that aspect of tonight. It’ll be fun tho, I’ll meet his friend, drink free alchy from him and get to chill after a long week.

FOR THERAPY:

How I feel about Crohn’s... I just am Annoyed about it. Like as if my upbringing wasn’t shitty enough I have to worry about taking a shit or being constipated all day everyday. I would worry about people noticing how long I was in the bathroom, worry if I missed something if I went during class (which was almost always), worry if people would hear me shitting in the bathroom (cuz they normally aren’t Good Shits). It was so frustrating just existing and knowing there’s something medically wrong with you and the doctor just doesn’t know what it is. Then they claim its something and give you meds and they don’t actually help. All this while I’m shy/introverted and keeping my mouth shut about my body because I fear it. I fear my mind and body cuz I’m gay and believe without a doubt that its a sin. I’m afraid to talk to people about anything cuz they’ll figure out I’m gay. Just like all the friends that I made growing up. The group of girls (outside church) who would be like “are you gay?” just because I liked to hang out with them (granted I was pretty effeminate). Like even to this day I am afraid to say certain things, have people judge me, based on who I am, what I like. I think the most potent feeling was frustration. I just was frustrated that I was suffering and no one could help and I didn’t know what to do. I was frustrated cuz it sucked and I wanted to just be normal.

I’m supposed to review stories from my high school years but to be honest I don’t remember a lot. I blocked most of it out (cuz I don’t wanna remember how shitty I felt during some of it.) I do remember I think my junior or senior year of high school we went on a church boys camp kinda thing to Galveston and I remember us stopping at a gas station, actually I remember suffering through like 30-an hour before hand where I would just focus on deep breathing exercises (before I even knew what they were) to help lower my anxiety which kinda helped my need to shit, but anyway we finally stop and I just go and EXPLODE in the toilet and I’m taking forever but like my stomach still hurts and I would always feel like theres more to come and like god I was so embarrassed when I got back in cuz like its obvious I was taking a giant shit. I had a similar experience on a different boys camp thing we were about to go rafting or something? and so we had one last stop before going out and like me and this other kid (who later came out as a trans woman, good for her) like took turns taking massive dumps in the stalls. And like I remember just Knowing what was going on with them and like I don’t think I was judgmental but just knowing and realizing that others would know too, and look at me differently too like just made it worse. 

To be honest the worst for me was probably just like living my day to day life being anxious/stressed about my crohn’s and which would cause me to shit more which caused more anxiety (vicious cycle I wrote a paper on) while I was going to college. Like BYU was just a really hard time for me emotionally which lead to my physical health getting fucked. I remember I would like be late to quizzes, miss attendance, have to walk in late in front of the class or even walk out in front of everyone DURING class to go to the bathroom. Like my whole issue about being gay is what I focus on more but god my shit issues were Terrible and my doctor was in fucking Texas... Then I get home for a year and that doesn’t help either. I’m anxious about school still and now I’m driving over 30 to get there so like of course I almost shit myself, have to stop on the way there, and even miss class some days because of it. Finally when I went to UT it got somewhat better just because I had gotten into a routine of like knowing how to arrange my schedule so that I would have time to shit between classes or while at work or whatever. But still I was so anxious about everything... I was a dumb scared gay and didn’t know how to be social without it being forced on me. I wanna say I felt anxious, scared, but also a little ashamed. Like I should be better than this. That it was just something to overcome. That I shouldn’t let it define me. But like... I can’t stop it from existing. I can only lessen its effect on me and I can be more honest with myself and other people and deal with any shit people throw at me, even though most don’t care they’re probs more interested than anything.

While thinking about stories from my Crohn’s I thought about my one time I actually shit myself. I was getting back from downtown with friends (which DT is always hit or miss with me I think like its the anxiety as well as alcohol just gives me the shits sometimes, also friday nights are when I inject so like the very end of the dose to the new dose in the same day (I just tried to google and see how fast injecting works but cant find anything)) But anyway I was getting back with my friend who I met in lab and was visiting from the UK and we had a fun time dt, but then before we started waiting for the bus I could feel it coming on. Anyways the bus ends up taking forever to come and by that point I’m doing my like awkward dance breathing exercises trying to sit just right to alleviate the pain and like I’m so close to just shitting on that bus. BUT we make the 20 mins (at least) bus ride to west campus and we get off right in front of Whataburger and god I speed walked inside with my cheeks CLENCHED and that wasn’t enough. I felt the shit slide through my cheeks as I was like a step away from the door and after that it just wouldn’t stop so I ended up taking off my pants/underwear, and washing my underwear in the sink (luckily they were kinda tight so everything just stayed in the underwear) and like i remember having to smush the shit to smaller pieces in the sink (which probably wasn’t safe for disposal there) and I ended up washing them and putting the underwear back on and being like “hey so I just shit my pants and washed my underwear in the sink, can we leave?” and they were like “oh shit yeah, you good?” and I ended up staying at her subleased apartment and like shitting some more and she was like... you sure you good?? and ugh it was like awkward but like she still loved hanging out with me?? like I make people out to be so scary, and some people are, but like most people are so nice and understanding you just gotta be honest with them about your problems.

Anyway.. Its been a bit of my ranting and ugh TLDR: Crohns just really sucks and honestly I wish I didn’t have to deal with it, but since my gayness was happening at the same time I tended to focus on that issue so my crohn’s was put on the back burner and just never got dealt with.

[ayma-nidiot]

“Don’t Speak Their Names” - Shrimpshipping fanfic Chapter 13

This chapter on AO3 can be found here.

Chapter 13 - 11 Years

~29 August 2005~

“Hum de dum…” Rex could not contain his happiness as Ptera drove Weevil and him to his first day of college.

“I don’t know why you’re so proud of yourself,” Weevil thought aloud. “Getting accepted via the waitlist isn’t exactly a great honour.”

“Ah, shaddap. I’m a student of Domino City University, and nothing’s gonna change that.”

Weevil yawned. “But did we have to get up so early? Our first class isn’t even until noon.”

“Yeah, but I heard there is a morning club fair going on. I wanted to check it out before class.”

Ptera parked the car into a spot; she had just barely beaten someone else, who flicked her off before driving for another spot. “Look at my little man, being such a proactive student already! Have a good first day, Rex! Don’t forget to call me if you need anything!”

Rex felt embarrassed as his mother kissed his cheek. “Mom, I’m not little anymore - in fact, I’m far from it. May I remind you I’m now so heavily pregnant that I’m wearing maternity clothes?”

Tears of joy formed at the corners of Ptera’s eyes. “You’re growing up too fast.”

“Okay, Mom, love you.” After a few more hugs and kisses, Rex and Weevil entered the grand courtyard, complete with a reflecting pond. Rex recognized a few faces from his senior class; naturally, they acted like the buffoons they were when they were still in high school. One even tried to take a dip in the reflecting pond before being chased out by a dean.

But other than that, most of the student body seemed dignified. He was pleasantly surprised to see that there weren’t just young adults in the student body, there were a few middle-aged and senior citizens too. He wasn’t sure how to feel about Amber suddenly coming at him with, “Hi, guys! So, you made it into university, Rex. Congratulations.”

“I’m not surprised that you made it too,” spoke Rex.

“Wiiiiith a full ride,” Amber practically sang.

“No need to rub it in. Again.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop. If you’re here for the club fair, it’s just past the student union, which is pretty far from here. Come.” Amber didn’t like how both boys seemed hesitant to talk to her; then again, she expected it, since they hadn’t contacted each other in a month. “So, how are things?”

“I’ve finally said goodbye to that sack of shit I once called ‘Father,’” Weevil replied. “Adelaide and I live with Rex now. Oh, yeah, Adelaide is my friend who taught me how to duel.”

“I see. I suppose some congratulations are in order.”

“It makes me happy not only to get away from that toxic man, but also to see the growth of my child.”

“Ah…” For the first time, Amber had noticed Rex’s baby bump, and stopped to touch it.

“Amber?” Rex looked at the raven-haired girl quizzically. “You’re acting weird.”

“S-Sorry!” Amber quickly retracted her hand and continued the walk to the student union. “It’s so rude to touch a pregnant person’s belly without permission. I… That was wrong of me.”

“Dude, it’s fine,” Rex laughed.

���I’ll tell you what’s not fine…” When the trio arrived at the student union, Amber pointed to a group that approached her. “These guys.”

“Hey, would you like to join Domino’s Finest Society?” spoke a red-haired man, who appeared to be the club’s president.

“You sure sound full of yourselves,” Rex guffawed.

“Who asked you, ignoramus?” spoke the yellow-haired vice president of the club, who put her hands at her hips. “We don’t need the opinion of the one who graduated at the bottom of Domino High School’s class.”

“But you, on the other hand…” The purple-haired secretary placed his hand on Weevil’s shoulder. “We could use you. To think that the top two students of Domino High School would attend this esteemed university… How fortunate we are!”

“Beat it, ya freaks!” Amber snorted as she beckoned for Rex and Weevil to follow her. “Come on, you two, let’s not give them the time of day.”

“Uh… Okay.” As Rex turned to leave, he made sure to give the president a good grimace. “Amber, who are they? ”

“They’re apparently a society of only the highest I.Q. individuals. Apparently, the founding president had an I.Q. of 300. A load of hogwash, that is. Even with my good grades, mine is only 150.”

“‘Only…’” Rex’s eyebrow twitched.

“So why didn’t you join them, then?” Weevil questioned.

“Because there’s this other club I’d much rather join instead. Let me show you!” With that, Amber led her friends past the Legalize Recreational Marijuana Club (Rex had to admit he was mildly interested in it) to a booth with various types of playing cards.

“Ta-dah! This is what I’ve been wanting to show you!”

Rex looked at the sign. “‘Domino Tabletop Gaming?’”

“If you like tabletop games, you’ve come to the right place!” The president lit up when he saw Rex. “We have traditional games, we have more modern ones… And you bet your bottom dollar we have Duel Monsters.”

“All right, I know which one I’m joining!” Amber picked up a pamphlet. 

“What is this? The Amber of Domino High School has chosen us over Domino’s Finest Society?” 

The president got so excited that he took Amber’s hands into his own, which she was quick to snatch away. “Don’t get any funky ideas, man.”

“Anyway, nice seeing you!” The president waved at the three as they left for the nearby dining hall to get brunch. “Our first meeting is tomorrow at 7pm! We hope to see you there.”

“Hmm…” Rex took a look at the pamphlet while he let Weevil pay for their food. “The second day of school is a bit soon for a club meeting, don’t you think?”

“Maybe so.” Amber saved a table for her and Rex; before either of them knew it, the bug duelist was already out to get their food. “Weevil’s a kind young man, isn’t he?”

“I don’t know about that… We still get into quarrels about dueling strategies and such. And if you ask Yugi and his friends, he’s what you would call a ‘duelin’ disgrace.’”

“I wouldn’t have thought that with the way he treats you like a princess.”

As they conversed, the trio learned that they shared the exact same class at noon - freshman composition with Professor Dick Hwad. But that was the only class they had together at the same time. For obvious reasons, Rex had a much lighter schedule; he only had one other class that day, at 3pm. After brunch, Rex, Weevil, and Amber took a seat at a small table in the classroom.

“For this being a required class for all freshmen, it sure is a small one,” Amber noticed. “I’d say this room can’t fit more than 20 people.”

After about 15 minutes, the teacher had not yet arrived, even though it was the start of class. “Say, isn’t there a college rule that if the teacher is more than 15 minutes late, then class is unofficially cancelled?” Rex asked Amber.

“Keyword, ‘unofficially.’ And you’ll find out that’s just one of the many unwritten rules college students have made.”

Just then, the door barged open, and a man with goofy glasses ran to the podium. “Hello, everyone, sorry I’m late!”

Amber had already turned to leave the classroom, and the arrival of her professor prompted her to sit back down.

As Professor Hwad set up his PowerPoint presentation, Weevil whispered, “He sure seems like a scatterbrain, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah, well it’s better than being a dino brain.” Rex made finger guns at Weevil.

Ignoring what Rex just said, Amber replied, “He may seem like a scatterbrain, but he’s actually pretty smart. I heard he graduated this university when he was only 19.”

“Huh.” Rex looked at the first slide of the PowerPoint presentation; it appeared to be the class syllabus. He squinted at the materials list and raised his hand. When Professor Hwad called on him, he said, “I didn’t know ‘Internet’ counted as a class material.”

“You’ll find that unlike high school, college is technologically-oriented,” answered Professor Hwad. “Your assignments, as well as copies of my PowerPoint presentations, will be found on our class website.”

“Oh? Then why come to class?”

“Young man, if everyone in college could get by on just reading PowerPoint presentations, then everyone would pass. Plus, you will have in-class presentations as part of your grade.”

Rex sat back down, and didn’t like how Weevil and his classmates snickered at him. He never thought he’d hear that signature laugh of his again. “Haha! It’s only the first 20 minutes of class, and you’ve already made a fool of yourself. Good going, dino brain.”

Rex watched the rest of this presentation with a pouting face. Luckily, it was over 15 minutes before class was set to end, which gave Professor Hwad an idea. “Since you will be spending the next four months or so together, and since this class will involve a lot of group work, the last 15 minutes of class will be for an icebreaker. When it’s your turn, state your name, your major if you’ve declared it, and a few facts about yourself.”

A few of the introverts - Weevil included - squirmed at this idea. Rex, however, was as outgoing as they come. Even before it was his turn, he shot up and spoke, “Yup, I’m the one and only Rex Raptor, runner-up in the regionals! I love dinosaurs more than anything else in the world! And… uh… I actually haven’t the faintest clue what I want my major to be. Truth be told, I’m only here because Weevil is.”

“Yes, we know,” spoke a young male student from the table behind Rex. “We all saw you get your ass handed to you at that match.”

“Naw, I let Weevil win that one.”

Professor Hwad, in an annoyed voice, interrupted this quarrel. “Well, I’m glad we already have some sense of camaraderie. Speaking of Weevil, I believe it’s your turn.”

“Yes, well.” Weevil got up and cleared his throat. “I am the salutatorian of Domino High School’s graduating class, Weevil Underwood. And unlike certain dino brains which shall remain nameless, I have come to college to show the world how smart I am.”

“Hmm, maybe teaching would be a good profession for you, then.” Professor Hwad smiled. “We’re down to our last two people. And you, young lady?”

Amber stood up. “My name is Amber, and I graduated at the top of the class from Domino High School. I love Duel Monsters! By the way, if anyone wants to duel me, you know where to find me.”

Professor Hwad spoke through the men’s whistling, “And your major?”

“I already have declared mine to be Education - Life Sciences. I want to be a biology professor.”

“And at the tender age of 16!” Professor Hwad was clearly impressed. “The world needs more teachers, especially potential ones of your caliber. Thank you, Ms. Amber, you may take a seat.”

“Wow, Amber, I didn’t know that,” Rex also sounded impressed. “You should have told us.”

“I didn’t know you were only 16, either,” spoke Weevil. “I can see why you took the valedictorian spot from me.”

“Hehehe… Thanks, guys.” Amber stopped talking when she noticed the last person about to speak her piece. She was a middle-aged woman with mint green hair. “Wow, what an unusual hair colour. The only people I’ve seen with hair like that are Espa Roba, and of course you, Weevil.”

“Speaking of Espa, we just might see him in one of our other classes,” Rex whispered to Weevil.

“Um… Hello.” This woman was clearly shy around her new classmates - embarrassed, even, for being the oldest student there. “My major is Biomedical Sciences. I want to be a doctor, even though I don’t know what kind yet. Some of you may be wondering why I’m so late into my college career. Well, I had an abusive husband, who kicked me out of the house 11 years ago.”

“‘Kicked me out of the house 11 years ago…’” Weevil pondered this woman’s words for a while, and his eyes opened wide. “That’s about when Mother was kicked out of the house!”

“My husband didn’t let me study when I lived in that house. All he saw me for was a housewife. The only thing I had in that house was my then-8-year-old son. I’m here today because I want to make a better career for myself, one that my son can be proud of.”

“What a story!” This woman’s speech moved everyone in the room - some even to tears - not the least was Professor Hwad. “Except it’s missing one thing. Your name.”

“My name is Camellia Kaiba, sister of the late Gozaburo Kaiba. My brother practically gave me as a ‘gift,’ if you will, to my husband to symbolize their new business partnership. But their one-upmanship got so out of hand that eventually, my husband left KaibaCorp to start his own company.”

“Well, we’re glad you’re here. We’re about five minutes early, but I’ll dismiss class anyway. Be sure to read the syllabus and check the class website! If you have questions, you may contact me through there.”

“Well, time to move onto the next enchilada, as they say.” Rex motioned to take a short break before his next class, but stopped when he noticed Weevil approach Camellia, and followed him. “Weeves?”

“Wait!” Weevil stopped Camellia just before she could leave.

“Hey…” Camellia stared into Weevil’s eyes. “Can… Can it be?”

Weevil knelt to the ground and immediately began to cry. “I… I… I never thought… that after 11 years, we would meet like this…”

“You’re…”

“Mother!” Weevil threw himself at Camellia, burying his face into her chest. “Oh, Mother!”

“Weevil, my son…” Camellia patted her son’s hair and cried too. “I’ve missed you… My sweet son, I’ve missed you so much. You’ve grown into such a handsome young man.”

After Weevil stopped crying, he let his mother wipe away his remaining tears. “Mother, there’s so much I want to tell you, so much I want to talk to you about. I’ve finally cut ties with Fa- with Roach. So has Adelaide.”

“Adelaide is with you?”

“Yeah, we moved in with Rex and his family.”

“Rex?”

Rex revealed himself. “That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”

“I didn’t know that this young man was a friend of yours.”

Weevil hadn’t prepared to meet his mother, let alone come out to her. But after all they had been through, he didn’t need to prepare himself. “Mother, there’s something I have to tell you. I’m a bit scared to do this, since Roach disowned me for it, but… I’m gay, and Rex is my boyfriend.”

“Ooh, you make a cute couple!” Camellia grinned. “In fact, I kind of thought that way after I saw you two hug after regionals.”

“You actually saw that?!” Weevil hid his face in his hands. 

“Actually, I’m more impressed by the fact she started shipping us long before we became an item.” Rex winked, eliciting a flick on the nose from Weevil.

“You’re okay with it, then?” Weevil asked, still a bit nervous.

“That you had the courage to tell me just makes me all the more proud of you, son. I love you no matter what.” Camellia let Weevil cry on her shoulder again.

“Sooo…” Rex still tried to process the fact that he had just met his boyfriend’s mother in the strangest of circumstances. “If you’re Weevil’s mom, and you’re the sister of Gozaburo, then… that makes Weeves…”

“...the nephew of Gozaburo, and therefore the rightful heir to KaibaCorp,” Weevil finished.

“Whoa.” Rex blinked. “That’s wild. There’s still so much I haven’t learned about you, baby.”

“Ah! Thank you for reminding me. Mother, you’ll be glad to know that you’re going to be a grandmother. Rex is not only intersexed, but he’s also five months pregnant.”

“Is that so?” Camellia curiously reached for Rex’s baby bump. “M-May I?”

“Of course.”

“Are you… Do you feel all right?” Camellia asked as Weevil put his hand on the baby bump too.

“Eh. My back hurts, and I have to go to the bathroom, like, every hour. But other than that, I can manage.” Rex stopped talking when he felt the baby move. “Oh! What was that?”

Camellia and Weevil felt it too. “Rex… I think… that these are our baby’s first kicks!”

“Oh, Weeves…” As if there hadn’t been enough crying that day, Rex shed his own tears of joy as he talked to his unborn child. “I know, I know, you want out. Don’t worry, we’ll all get to meet you in another four months. And when we do, you’ll get the best party ever!”

Amber watch this scene from near the classroom door. The next class already started to file into the room. “So are you guys going to go to your next class, or what?”

“I’m right behind you.” Weevil started walking to the door, but not without asking Camellia, “What about you?”

“This actually is my next class. But here’s my phone number…” Camellia exchanged phone numbers with Weevil. “We can catch up later.”

“And I should totally invite her over, hehe.” Rex sat on a nearby bench after they left. “Amber, you’re more than welcome to join us, too.”

“...I have a class to get to, so I’ll catch you later.” And with that, Amber was suddenly gone.

“She doesn’t seem all too excited about the baby, does she?” Rex wondered out loud. “But whatever. I think, Weeves, that this is going to be a fun college career.”