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[marchsfreakshow]

Me: :(

Me after seeing my mutuals get the anons they deserve: :)

[trulyyours-rune]

¡Hi!

Se me ocurrió un Tom celoso porque el lector ha estado pasando más tiempo con Gustav que con él, entonces Tom decide ponerlo celoso con una chica pero al final el lector le da una lección a Tom (me refiero a algo un poco caliente) 😼

I didn't know what this meant to google translate was my bestest friend <3

(Didn't know if you meant for Dom ((like top)) Male reader or Dom bottom, so I did top)

Warnings: Smut, Dom(top) reader, language, jealousy, smoking, drinking, public sex (jerking off), risk of getting caught, Tom being Tom, cause I know +18 doesn't work just read what you're comfortable with.

Tom Kaulitz x Male reader

You and Gustav got real close, like y'all were best friends. With Tom being not being hard to make jealous, got jealous. Spending out some time with Gustav instead of him made him upset, and with Tom being Tom he's gotta make you jealous now. (fair game man. You signed up for it.)

It's currently an afterparty to a club your friend owns, and let's you guys party for the night for free. You and Gustav were talking at the bar, Bill was out dancing, and Georg and Tom were out to God knows where. You were a bit tipsy, but could be easily be mistaken for sober, while Gustav was near to being drunk.

You seen Tom come out of legit no where, a cigarette in hand, as he spot you and walked over. "Hey Tom." Gustav waved his drink, Tom just waved back. "You okay Tom? Where's Georg?" "He's out smoking, bet that I left he's making out with some chick." He sat down on a barstool. "You're usually having the time of your life at free parties." You leaned back a bit, your empty shot glass banging against the table. "Yeah." He tilted his head a bit. You shrugged it off and continued to talk to Gustav, Tom holding your hand while you talked.

By the time you've taken a few more shots and were drunk at the time, you noticed Tom was gone, but also some guy that was troubling the bartender getting kicked out, you and Gustav laughed like idiots at the sight, your head against the table while Gustav had his drink spilt over. The flashing neon lights were making your head spin, and the alcohol was making it worse. It was like the world was waving and spinning. "Jesus... I'm gonna go to the bathroom, be back soon." You rubbed your eye, setting the glass down. "Alright, see ya bud."

You stood up and slowly walked your way to the bathroom, trying not to trip over your feet from not being able to walk straight. You look over to your right, and you see long dirty blonde dreads with a hat, kind of looked like Tom, kind of longish brown hair which you supposed was Georg, and two blonde ladies. One in pink and the other in black and white. They we're all sitting in a fancy booth with a light dimmed over them, currently you couldn't care less. Your main goal was to make it to the bathroom without looking like an idiot.

You made it to the bathroom, there was no gender sign so some guy was probably puking up 10 shades of green in a bathroom stall and some girl was fixing up her make-up. You turned on the taps and washed your face off, the girl glanced over at you and winked. You just ignored her and continued to not seem and feel as drunk. You bent over and drank some water which overall wasn't that good, but did help your head and vision a bit.

You walked out, letting the door swing behind you. Some couple was making out in the corner, but it's not like you'd see then again anyways. You started to walk your way back to the bar Gustav was waiting at, only to see from afar that he wasn't there. You sighed and rolled your eyes then you heard a familiar laugh coming from your right. Seemed like Tom's and Georg's laugh. You walked over and seen the same booth with them, noticing it was actually them this time. You decided to be an ass and sit down with them, not being able to find Gustav anyways.

"Hey Tom, hey Georg." "Hey Y/n" Georg smiled, the 2 ladies were still here. Awfully close to the each of them. Tom stayed silent, the girl on him having full attention on you now. Her hand still on his chest which you were kind of off about, "I'm Alexis, call me Alex." She seemed to talk in a flirty way towards you. You introduced yourself to the pair of girls. They were attractive, but you already had your boyfriend. He was just staring at you, not quite saying anything. You guys were chatting for about 10 minutes by now on different alcohols, Tom didn't seem to be paying mind to you and only kept holding 'Alex' by the waist. A bit close for your liking, but you still had some alcohol left in you, so just blame it on that for now.

There was some obvious tension between you and Tom, Georg kept looking at you two as if you both were gonna snap and just start randomly making out with each other. (Not like you would mind.) "Excuse me, I'm gonna use the restroom." Alexis called out, you and Tom moving out of the booth for access for her to get out. You both sat back down next to each other, this time with your hand on his thigh. He seemed to tense up a bit. He was avoiding eye contact with you and you smirked at it, moving your hand more inwards.

"Y/n." Georg called out "Huh? Oh yeah- as you were saying?" "Truth or dare, wanna play?" "Sure, I'm in. Tom?" Tom just nodded, wonder what's keeping him from talking with you. 10 minutes passed with useless drunk truth or dare, you seemed to get drunk again. Everyone laughing, the music blaring, lights flashing everywhere, every regular club that horny people come too. Hell, there were 2 dancers in revealing clothing dancing on display.

Alexis came back, making you and Tom boot out of the booth and scooting back in. The game continued, Tom was leaning against the table, covering his stomach and lower. Alexis just seemed to be chilled back and relaxed with a drink in her hand, drunk off her ass. "Y/n, truth or dare." Alexis's friend called out on you, "Truth." "Would you fuck a guy for $25?" "Yeah I would." You scoffed with a laugh, (you already have, for free.) Everyone laughed, you narrowed your hand towards his crotch, no wonder why he was covering. Tom has a problem down there.

You looked off to the side a smirked, letting Georg ask Alexis something. Couldn't care less to hear it, you continued to run your hand over his crotch repeatedly, seemed to work as it was teasing him. Next thing you knew was that Alexis chugged down some vodka. She was nearly black out drunk. Tom tried to swat your hand away, but you smacked his hand away. He was enjoying himself anyways, why bother?

The game went on with continuous questions and dares, and the amusement of Tom trying to keep quiet, if everyone weren't so drunk people would notice his face being all red and his constant shifting in positions. He positioned himself so no one could see your hand, which was uncomfortable but for the sake of not being caught. His shirt was curled up, so it would take no effort for you to undo his jeans. Speaking of which...

You tugged at the button and ripped the zipper down, you can see him biting his lip trying not to make any lewd noises. You honestly wanted to hear them all, to bad you can't and you'll have to save the patience. You stuck your hand into his boxers, making his breath hitch and him slamming down his fist onto the table. "Er- you alright there Tom?" Georg nodded his head towards your boyfriend "Yeah yeah- I'm fine." "You sure? Seem tense." You teased. He just shook his head and looked down at the wooden table.

You finally took him out of his boxers and you started to stroke him off under the table, his breathing was fast and heavy, his knuckles turning white the the strong grip he had on his glass. "Hey Tom, truth or dare." Georg slurred, obviously drunk out of his mind. "Fu- truth." "Alrigh- *hic* umm... H-have you everrrr... Crashed a car?" "No, surp- fuck.. Surprised I haven't yet." He let out a laugh. His laugh interrupted by him cursing under his breath, but you can't stop being so tease and decided to go faster. He threw his head back slightly, his free hand forming into a tight fist. His mouth hung loose, he started to twitch in your hand so you picked up the pace again.

Not to long before he released onto your hand, making him swear a bit loud. "You okay Tom?" "Alcohol is strong." He shrugged off. You wiped your hand onto your jeans, not like it's gonna be long before they're discarded.

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This one turned out better than I thought it honestly would. And I normally don't write pure smut because I actually suck ass at it soooo 😘

This took be 3 hours. It's 1 in the morning, I'm going to bed so have a good sleep unlike me <3

[scarletlizzard]

So apparently I hit 500 followers? Thank you to everyone who follows and has interacted with my fics!! 🥳

I thought this would be fun to celebrate? I have a list of random dialogue that y'all could pick from to send me. Ranges from everywhere to fluff, angst, NSFW, etc. And I'll write a little short something for it!

Feel free to pick a number or few to send or you could be specific with who you want or a specific trope or plot. Anything!

Thank y'all so much, made my whole day 💕

104 Dialogue Prompts

1. "Admit it... you're in love with me."

2. "We could get arrested for this."

3. "I thought you were dead."

4. "I've missed this."

5. "You could've died."

6. "Who did this to you?"

7. "I know, I know, I'm sorry... it'll be over soon, I promise."

8. "Come back to bed."

9. "How long has it been since you slept?"

10. "Tell me where you are, I'll come get you."

11. "I still love you."

12. "Such a good girl."

13. "Open your mouth for me, baby."

14. "We have to make this quick."

15. "Beg for it."

16. "Mommy?"

17. "You're in love with them. Aren't you?"

18. "It was you? This whole time?"

19. "You know, just cause you're older don't think for one second I'm not in charge."

20. "Smile at me like that again, I'll fall in love with you."

21. "... is that a trick question?"

22. "Don't just stand there, say something."

23. "Say that again, I dare you."

24. "Fuck you." "Right now?"

25. "I'm joking! Unless..."

26. "You take me so well."

27. "What do you mean I'm dead? I'm standing right here."

28. "Please, I'm begging you. Just hear me out."

29. "Oh fuck... I'm in love with (x)." "You're just now realizing that?"

30. "What if you didn't go? What if you stayed?"

31. "You like it rough, don't you, slut?"

32. "Flowers?"

33. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you."

34. "Fuck, marry, kill..."

35. "Truth or dare?"

36. "Since when did you ever care about me?"

37. "You think I wanted this to happen? You think I wanted to fall in love with you?"

38. "May I have this dance?"

39. "I know I'm the last person you want to see, but..."

40. "I'm done! I am done waiting for you."

41. "It's okay, you're okay, I'm here. I've got you."

42. "Touch her again and see what happens."

43. "Is that a hickey?"

44. "I'm fine, it's just a bruise..."

45. "I'm going to fucking kill them."

46. "Are you sure about this?"

47. "Why are you all sweaty?"

48. "You left! You left and you didn't even think to look back. What was I supposed to do?"

49. "Well... this is awkward."

50. "You know I've been flirting with you this whole time right?"

51. "They'll never love you the way I did."

52. "If you're trying to make me jealous, it's working."

53. "Wanna bet?"

54. "Just say that you want me and I'm yours."

55. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else."

56. "Wait you've never kissed a girl?"

57. "Where did all this attitude come from, princess?"

58. "Take my hand."

59. "Can I have your number?"

60. "You're an idiot." "Well yes, you'll have to be more specific."

61. "Quick! Pretend to be my girlfriend?"

62. "Run away with me."

63. "Are you going to be a good girl for mommy?"

64. "That collar looks so good on your pretty neck."

65. "Too bad, you're going to take every last fucking inch of me."

66. "Do you ever think before speaking?"

67. "Count them for me."

68. "You snore."

69. "Let's try that position." (I know, I know)

70. "Bullshit! You're telling me you just don't blush?" "Nope, never."

71. "Just tell her how you feel." "I'd rather get shot again."

72. "Oh my god are you okay?" "Yeah I'm fine, I've been stabbed before."

73. "Daddy?"

74. "Can't we go back to how things used to be?"

75. "Save a horse ride a cowgirl, amiright?"

76. "I like you. A lot."

77. "Is that the best you can do?"

78. "I'll consider kissing you if you can beat me."

79. "Please, pull the trigger."

80. "I'm not drunk enough for this."

81. "You can't run away from this forever."

82. "I know you're having nightmares again."

83. "Would you like me to whisper it in your ear?"

84. "Stop looking at me like that."

85. "Somebody's cranky." "Somebody needs to shut the fuck up."

86. "Get on your knees."

87. "How stupid do you think I am? Don't answer that."

88. "I can't sleep."

89. "Just relax, let me make you feel good."

90. "Close the door."

91. "Was that supposed to hurt?"

92. "I've wanted this for so long."

93. "You can do better than that. Beg for it."

94. "Controlling? Oh I'll show you controlling."

95. "You drive me fucking crazy!"

96. "Nobody needs to know."

97. "Take another step and you'll be dead before you open your fucking mouth again."

98. "Do they always look like that?" "Just when (x) is around."

99. "I made you a playlist."

100. "I know you said you would die for me but I didn't think you meant that literally!"

101. "Is that... blood?" "Huh? Oh yeah! Oh I'm fine it's not mine."

102. "Why are you always looking at me like that?" "Like what?"

103. "Hero? Please. You heroes have to win every time. But being the villain? I only have to win once."

104. "You've changed." "You haven't."

[prettyinpikk]

What Cha' Gonna Do For Me

Part 2 of Ain't nobody. Part 1 here

Chaka Khan inspired fem!black reader x Sevika

I decided to make this a series with many different parts and a lot of tea to come 👀. I'm trying to feed y'all fr 🤭 but I hope you enjoy.♡

You enter for your next shift at the Last Drop going to the back to get ready quickly because you were already a bit late cause of your son Camron, not wanting to let you leave, having to put him to sleep while your sister watches him.

Going to the dressing room you put on your green matching set and touched up your hair and as you're walking out, you see the one and only Sevika herself kickin it with her poker friends with a cup of her favorite whiskey and a half lit blunt resting in-between her thick lips. From what you could see, she was in her element admiring her from where you stand. Your band mate had to remind you what you were really there for by calling your name to move your butt to the stage.

“Right, sorry I'm late. Baby boy wouldn't let me go.” Laughing it off as the band all dismissed it, knowing it's hard taking care of a kid by yourself.

“Alright, let's get this show started.”

At the sound of your voice being illuminated by the mic, Sevika looks up to the stage to see you getting into the song. At this point, she forgot about the card game she so easily could win. Instead, she's invested in the graceful voice that has taken up her senses. She couldn't stop staring at the gorgeous Black woman who danced and sang on the stage in front of her.

As you sang you take notice to Sevika’s staring so you take the advantage of the song changing and move to dance in the opened bar space, moving to dance towards her while singing, you realize damn near the whole bar was looking at you like you lost your last mind turing back to the stage you continue your show ending a bit early to let the band play for the rest of the night you walked over to her table and as you make you way over there everyone gave their attention to you, the group applauded for you as you thanked them shyly.

“Aww thank you. There's no need for that, really.” Smiling sweetly at them, you turn your full attention to her. “I was wondering if it was okay if I sat with you?”

Sevika takes this opportunity to really have a conversation with you without being interrupted, and she can finally ask you about that kid you’d mention. She then tells her poker friends to leave you two. “Have a sit doll face.”

“Doll face, that's new. I bet you call all the pretty ladies that, huh ya flirt.” Sending her a smirk of knowing.

“Well seeing that you are one of those pretty ladies, it seems so.”

Humming back a reply, you sit in a small silence, sensing that she wants to ask you something. “You look like you want to ask me something, so ask it.”

Sevika shifts in her seat before exhaling the smoke from her mouth. “So about that kid, how old are they?”

“Hmm straight into okay. Um, well, my boy Camron is 3, and he's turning 4 next month. How about you, got any kids?”

At this, Sevika barks out a laugh and shakes her head. “Hell no, you wouldn't catch me walking around with no brat.”

“Why they got to be a brat? What's wrong with kids away, I think they're cute.” You say with certainty, folding your arms over your chest, leaning forward on the table.

“Yeah well you just keep thinking that. They're just little pests that grow up to play loud music in the middle of the night while you try to sleep. That's what they are.”

“That sounds very specific. Are you beefin’ with a child, Sevika?” Laughing at her very serious and aggravated face.

“Beefin’ please, I despise the little maggot she's always over the place and has these mental breakdowns and expects me to fix them.” She huffed out already over it.

“Oooh let me guess, it's Jinx that you're talking about. Yeah, she's wild, but she's a sweet girl from the times I've talked to her.”

“Tch you don't know half of it.”

“Aw don't be too hard on her Vika. We used to be the same way when we were small she just trying to figure it out is all. Now give me them cards so I could kick yo ass in some spades. Oh, and don't act like I didn't see you staring at me while I was singing.” You say in a cocky tone with a smile on your face.

“Oh really now, don't go crying home when you lose love, and I was admiring the performer like everyone else.”

“Please lady I saw you looking into my soul, plus I had to go through all 7 of my uncles and my 3 of my aunties to get at least one win so I know you can't be that good because I can definitely hold my own in a game of spades.”

“Well that's not going to matter when I win. You want to put something on it?”

“HAHAAA hell no, that's my grocery money girl, you must be crazy.”

“Well it was worth a shot. So what does your kid dad do?” She asked, watching you shuffle the card deck.

You paused shuffling for a second, not expecting to go over those memories of Camron's dad again. “Don't know probably off somewhere with the broad he fucked.”

“Oh… I didn't mean to…-”

“No you're good, you were just curious and plus it was a while ago. Now back to this game don't get soft on me now.”

“Mhm you wish.”

“First one to win 5 rounds buys another one to drink.”

“Deal.”

[whomstress]

What it Takes to Feel Real (Part 3)

[Part 1] [Part 2]

Finally, what you've all been waiting for!

Sorry it took so long, been sick and work has been weird. Also gonna be honest not have as much muse to write as I did when I first got into this ship. So other fics will be slower but still got a lot I want to write with these two so you'll get more!

Buckle up y'all most sweetest and angst one yet but also happy ending,

Parenthood was as regular as it could be in the digital world. Caine said Marionette didn’t technically need to eat or sleep, but she was a “fully functioning baby," whatever that meant, so she regularly cried for both.

Of course, even with every supply handed to them when they needed it, having a baby they were unprepared for was overwhelming. Caine had made them a large room with both a main bedroom and a very cartoon-designed baby room, but even then, it felt like there was very little space to breathe at times. Ragatha, as always, tried to handle things with a bright smile, letting as much as she could roll over her shoulders. Which worked for the most part, but Marionette was what Ragatha would call a “grumpy baby” and Jax would call a “hell spawn” when she was upset.

Their baby was lovely and could be the sweetest little angel there was, but taking care of her at times could also be a new kind of torment. She had the temper of a bull and wouldn’t eat or sleep if she was upset for any reason. In fact, the first time she laughed was after she bit Jax, who held a finger in her face. Ragatha expected Jax to get even more upset, but something changed in that moment.

It had been a long day. Longer than most. Ragatha and Jax were exhausted. Marionette was beyond fussy today, and it seemed nothing they did pacified her. But then she laughed. Not a little smile or cute squeak, a genuine laugh. Little giggles erupted from her so much, causing her whole body, no bigger than a foot, and a half to shake completely in joy. A yellow smile stretched from ear to ear.

They both stopped in silence, and Ragatha was the first to break happy tears leaking from her eyes watching her baby so happy. She wiped a tear seeing and quickly came over, giving her daughter a kiss, and looked back at Jax to see him still shocked until a quick glance at Ragatha and then a back to his daughter, still cracking up like it’s the funniest thing to ever happen in her life. And to be fair, she is only 9 months old, so that's very possible.

A smile broke out on his face, matching the size of hers, and he lifted her high in the air, making her laugh and starting a new giggle fit. "Oh, you think that’s funny, you little Gremlin? I knew we shouldn't have fed you after midnight!” He brought her back down to his face, nuzzling their non-existent noses together as she gently cupped his face with her tiny hand. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, laugh it up, she chuckles. You’re just lucky you're my literal baby, or I’d get you back for that already.”

He looked back at Ragatha, who was laughing now too, and he smirked, pulling his baby back down to his chest and finally starting to settle a little. “Oh yeah? Bet you both think my pain is the funniest thing in the world, don’t you?”

She wiped a tear from her face and shrugged. “Weelll it is funny; this is the first thing that made her laugh, you gotta admit.”

“Uh-huh. Well, I can’t get her back. But, y'know, that doesn’t extend to you, right?”

Ragatha's face dropped at the almost dangerous smirk that came across his face. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes.”

Ragatha then turned around and ran for the door, but before she could get a few steps away, a long arm grabbed her by her waist, pulling her off the ground against his side, and she yelled, trying to wiggle out of his grasp as it headed for the shared bedroom.

A yell could be heard down the hall: "Jax, wait! Jax, Jax, JAX!!!” Along with the loud laughter of a small baby.

Everything changed after that. Jax, though a very hands-on father considering his situation, always held their daughter emotionally at arm's length. Even if it wasn’t obvious to anyone else, Ragatha could see it from a mile away. He’d always been very protective of her glaring daggers at Kinger or Gangle if they even reached a hand under his baby, and when he held her, it was close to his chest. But there was always something off there. Something nearly invisible. The way he’d had her off to Ragatha as soon as she was done with her nap. He'd never allow himself to smile more than a moment when she reached out to him or snuggled in his arms. The way his eyes would dart as if he were trying to escape at any sign of her not being human.

All of these reactions would pass by in a second, snapping his mask back on as quickly as it fell when he realized he had allowed himself to slip. It was almost like he was correcting himself for a bad habit.

But after her laugh, the change was abundant, as anyone with eyes could see. He still called her nicknames like “chewbacca” and "gremlin,” but now there were sweeter ones in the mix, like “little wisecracker” or occasionally “bunnydoll.” Ragatha once heard him, in what he thought he was in private, say, “Excussse me, princess!” When she was being fussy and the way her heart warmed and lit up, it was basically a second

The one semi-downside to this was that Marionette became Daddy's little girl with a snap of the hand. Jax would take her on his hijinx and pranks, and even though she was only months new to this world, Ragatha swore she understood more than she should from the way she laughed and hung on to every word Jax said. It was adorable to see a mini-him he was so proud of, but she had also regularly started pulling hair and giving the sweetest baby face before causing some sort of trouble and then laughing like there was no tomorrow. The first time she tricked Gangle to come closer into a hug only to knock off her comedy mask, Jax grabbed her out of Ragatha’s arms, raising her high into the air and congratulating her on doing the prank “just like they planned.” It was cute, of course, but Ragatha would be lying if she said the upcoming prankster/menace like Jax added to the tent was definitely going to cause a lot of headaches.

Despite the fact that everything was going great, Ragatha and Jax were happy, and it felt like nothing could go wrong. But there is a curse in saying those words. As if just the thought of them was not an acknowledgement of the good times but a warning that things were about to change for the worse.

As a fully functioning baby, it would be unnatural for Marionette not to get a cold. Or so Caine explained. Ragatha understood Caine was just trying to make everything more accurate, and the AI never intentionally meant anything harmful. Some of the things he did were just that.

A sick baby like Marionette, though Ragatha hated to say it, was hell on earth. Almost every time she was up, she was screaming until she fell asleep again. And boy did she scream loudly. One way to occasionally get her quiet was to feed her, but she had no appetite, so that didn’t work either. She didn’t need to eat like the rest of them, but she sure liked to. She ate just as regularly as a human baby would, so after days of not even accepting a single drop of milk, it started to feel very odd, despite neither of her parents talking about the elephant in the room.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the end of it. As time went on, strange things started happening to her that they couldn’t quite ignore anymore. She was on some sort of fixed schedule. It was literal clockwork. Starting at 12 a.m., she’d wake up every two hours to cry and stop, seeming drowsy for 30 minutes. 10 minutes after that bathroom time, cry another 20 times, go back to sleep for another perfectly timed 3 hours, wake up, and start the routine again. It was unnerving to say the least, but with how hectic everything was, it at least gave them time to plan, and being so busy gave them little time to dwell.

That was until one day the worst of her cold hit. Ragatha and Jax were trying to calm her down, hearts breaking at their distressed princess. They were about to go to Caine to finally stop all this, unable to handle it anymore. When something in Marionette shifted. She started heating up to inhuman temperatures, like hot metal, and could only be held by a thick blanket. Her cries started to make strange, high- and low-pitched noises, and Ragatha could swear steam started to roll off her. Jax ran out of the room to find Caine as Ragatha tried to keep herself together while being the most scared she’s ever been in her life, praying this would be solved soon. Then it happened: she reached her peak, and she went completely still with her eyes open for a moment before, within her eyes, two blue-like screens played an ERROR message and a small dial tone coming from her. Ragatha could only stand there in horror without a single thought as her baby lay still in her arms, slowly cooling down.

Caine and Jax popped into the room, and Ragatha could only look up at Jax’s shocked face, finally feeling hot tears run down her eyes, not paying attention to Caine making some ludicrous joke at a time like this, and with a snap of his fingers, their baby was back to normal, sleeping peacefully in her arms, snuggling back to Ragatha. “Oopsie Daisy! I guess that bug was a little too strong for the little one! Well, I rebooted her, so just give it. Hmmmmmm, 2 hours and 72 minutes? She’ll be right as newly rendered low poly rain! HAHAHAHAHA!”

Caine popped away, and the two were left alone in the room, silent, left in ruins. Ragatha looked relief and dread at her daughter sleeping soundly in her arms, her lips starting to wobble, and tears streaming down more violently.

She looked up to Jax in a moment of desperation, seeing his bloodshot eyes looking like he was focused on what was right in front of him and something far beyond here.

“Jax,” she whispered. And then louder when he didn’t respond. His eyes shot at her, and it made her go quiet.

His face contorted into something hideous before snapping back to an unreadable expression. The mask was shifting back on, separating him from this moment. “She’s going to finish rebooting at 3 exactly. Put her in the crib, and I’ll get the diapers and food ready if she even needs them anymore. I *#(@^&* told you Rags. She’s not real.”

Ragatha's breath hitches, ready to fight even in this state, but before she can even open her mouth, he turns, kicking the door open and nearly knocking it off its hinges. Leaving Ragatha to suffer alone.

There was a long thought of following him, scared more than anything that if she didn't, he really wouldn’t come back. But Marionette liked to wiggle like a little worm when she slept, leaving them to wrap her in a swaddle so as not to turn over. So, the moment Ragatha felt her start moving enough to potentially fall, her instincts kicked in, pulling her daughter closer to her and remembering the need to keep her safe above anything else at any moment. Even in a situation as harsh as this one. 

It was only about 20 minutes before Jax came back, and Ragatha needed comfort at this miserable time. Old habits die hard, and she put him first, allowing Jax to take as much time as he needed alone. When he came back with the supplies, she resisted the urge to jump into his arms and take the comfort only he had been able to truly give her.

“...Did you get everything?” Ragatha still couldn’t help herself from needing at least a bit of his attention the second he walked in. She should be filled with relief. He’s back, but he’s so silent, still with a dazed look, that even when he stares right into her eyes, it’s like he doesn't see her. “Jax?”

She calls again to get him to focus, and he nods after a long pause, and something in her breaks as she runs to him, forcing her way into his arms. Holding so tight to his overalls, she shoved herself into his purple fur. She doesn’t even care if he doesn’t hug back; only death could pull her away from him right now. Ragatha doesn’t think she’s ever cried this hard in her life, even before she was here, with what little she can remember.

In this moment, she doesn’t know exactly what she’s asking from him because she needs so much, but when she begs for him with his name, shaky hands finally wrap around her, pulling her in as close as she can to him.

They're both each other's rock right now. The only thing holding them to the ground so they do not sink into insanity is “I’m sorry.” She cries, and he stops.

“Don’t.. Please.” Something wet falls against the cheek; she’s pushed against his; that’s not hers. She forces herself to be quiet as much as she can, except for the occasional hiccup, to pull back and focus on him. She’d been crying so long, and he held her. If he finally said something, it meant he wanted to talk. And God help her, she’d listen.

“Don’t apologize for me. Don’t excuse me because I’m the most *@)#$% on here and can’t go a day without convincing myself. I’ve already lost it, so I really don’t.” He slapped his hand against his face, trying to stop his tears. “Don’t apologize because I’m too weak to love her." He spat like he was sick of himself.

“You do love her, right?" Ragatha had to interrupt despite promising herself to be quiet until he was done. She wouldn’t let him get away with that nonsense. He clenched his teeth hard enough to look like they’d break. “You spend every day with that little girl, trying to make her laugh and be as happy as she can be in here. You’re a good father, Jax.” He scoffs, and she repeats herself. “I know you love her.”

“Of course I love her! That’s the !@#$%$# problem, Ragtha!"

How could that ever be a problem? Her breath hitches, and she’s about to break, but he does first. His voice is so desperate that it wobbles, and he can’t hold back anymore. “You don’t get it, Ragatha! Believing all this is real is what keeps you sane. Don’t you get it? If this is real, what happens to her when we wake up? What happens if we don’t? She can’t come with us!”

That makes her freeze. She’d avoided that thought as much as she could, but he kept going. Looking straight through her eyes to her soul, she opened a forbidden door she never allowed herself through. “Our bodies, wherever they are, aren’t going to live forever, but she will. She’s going to be stuck here without us, with no way out! I don’t even know if I’ll be able to find you, Ragatha. What if I don’t remember any of this? What if I don’t remember you? What if I forget about her?” His voice is hoarse when he says, “Please, understand. This can’t be real, because if it is, in here or out there, I couldn’t take it.”

She wants to explode again, but he’s the one who needs comfort right now. And really, comforting someone else has always allowed her own comfort to bloom. Showing such kindness and understanding to someone in the same situation allowed her to also show that same sympathy for herself. She’s so gentle that when she grabs his face, it makes him flinch.

Tender hands pull him to her, and she starts laying the slowest, sweetest kisses along his face, acoss his jaw, peppered where his tears leak. So soft but deep, like she's trying to get him to feel every bit of her love she puts into them. across Every time he tries to deny her or says another insult to himself, she hushes him and gives him words of compassion and endearment with another kiss.

A hiccup and a tear. Kiss. "Shhh, it’s okay. You’re okay."

He swallows and says, "I’m horrible.”

Kiss. “You’re perfect.”

“I’m sorry," he whispers.

Kiss. “I love you.”

Hugging him like she’d never let go, she presses her cheek against his, melting into each other's embrace. “I love you. You love us. You love Marionette, and she loves you, and nothing in this world or any other can teach you that love lesson. Even if it’s slightly, she definitely likes you better.” She adds, pulling back with a little pout.

This makes Jax burst out in laughter. “What can I say? Little monster, has good taste!” Which makes Ragatha eyeroll before quickly joining him.

They laugh, and he pokes fun at Ragatha, finally admitting being jealous, though she has denied it so many times.

“Yeah, yeah, so funny! I hope you're real pleased with yourself for stealing the girl I literally brought to life.” She huffed but wasn't really mad.

Jax leans back with a smirk made by the devil. “Never been prouder, Doll!”

“You-” Ragatha points at him when their baby goes off like an airhorn, making them jump. They look at the clock, and it’s exactly 3 o'clock, and they stare at each other for a moment, not quite sure if they're ready to face this yet, when she lets out another wail, and Jax piches the bridge between his eyes, stepping away to stretch his back with a sigh. “I swear that girl is half banshee.”

A giggle escapes her despite not appreciating the comparison, and she gets the supplies he brang earlier out while he walks to Marionettes room to calm her on behalf of the whole tent.

When she comes in, she sees him holding her like always, as if everything that happened today didn't almost straight-up extract them both. He lifts her up quickly and brings her back down until she starts giggling, and the smile on his face when she does almost cures every bit of hurt she felt today.

Jax brings her face to his and kisses her nose, causing another giggle. "Ooh, that’s my bunnydoll! Only Daddy can make you laugh like this, huh? No wonder Daddy’s your favorite.” He side-eyes Ragatha with his yellow teeth stretching as far across his face as they can. She’s about to give him an earful, but in a second it gets silent enough to hear a pin drop when a voice that comes from neither of them says, “Da.”

“Did you hear that? Did she just-” Jax said his last look completely wiped off his face, looking at Ragatha for confirmation. Ragatha feels a smile stretch across her face; she thinks rival Jax’s a moment ago and nods eagerly.

“Da!” Marionette says it again louder, calling for her dad’s attention. “Holy #*(@”

“Jax!” Ragatha snaps back for a moment before he runs over to her, making their baby squeal. Picking her up in a hug, with them twirling them around laughing. And her memory goes back to the time she wished this was his reaction when he first found out she was pregnant. Ragatha already knew he loved them, but this felt like a miracle.

It didn't matter anymore what he needed to think to keep himself here. As long as he was here, as long as they could keep having these moments, everything was fine; everything was perfect. Tears leak from her eyes again, but in pure bliss, Jax spots her and puts her down with a roll of the eyes. "Jeez, Dollface, haven’t you had enough crying for the year today? Come on, it’s time to celebrate! I really did convince my first baby to love me more than her own mother! Gotta tell everyone!”

Ragatha's heart stops when he says “first baby.” Does that mean he wants another? Her heart swells, then she sees him walk towards the door, calling for Pomni, her best friend, of course, with all the smugness in the world. “Hey Pomni! Guess who the better parent is!”

“JAX!”

[serendertothesquad]

Seren's Studies: Odd Squad UK -- "Villain of the Year" Episode Followup, Part 1

Well...I had initially wanted to put these out right away, but...frankly, I needed a break. And I am, in fact, an impatient child who did not want to put 480p screenshots on here for y'all to squint at. I'm nearsighted, people. Let's not make it worse.

Anyway, let's get started on this next batch of episodes. This one covers "Villain of the Year", which is sort of like "A Job Well Undone" but with a legitimate villain and a Chinese-knockoff award. I just...need something good. I need to get the taste of watching a nuclear war movie out of my mouth.

Below the break, if you will.

Ignoring the horror vibes Captain O is giving off here...

Your writer for this episode. Athena's written for a few things before, though nothing in the kids realm. Seems to be mostly comedy stuff, as far as I'm aware, which is good, but good comedy does not a good Odd Squad episode make. It's merely a fraction of what makes it good.

Waddlin' down to the river to pray for this one.

There's been talk of if Odd Squad could be used to make good horror, and honestly, I'm inclined to say yes. This shared ability is a good example.

"Have you heard of the domino effect?"

*tight-ass smile*

MmmmmmmIdontlikewherethisisgoin'.

...All the agents?

The entire precinct?

Even the ones that aren't, y'know, Investigation agents?

God, if this is how Britain does things, I fear for if they ever make Odd Squad Down Under.

I actually forgot Osip (Ossip?) was the name of the first lift operator in "Lift Off". I'm hoping their name is a play on "gossip" because if not then I will be sorely disappointed.

"And tell Osgood to bring a snack with him!"

Ah yes, stress-eating. To be honest, it's a fair reaction if (nearly) every member of her precinct is out fighting a boss that can fall and squish you to death.

I like this divvying up of side characters. I'm not too keen on allowing one-shots to come back for a season that spans a mere 12 episodes, though. Depending on how the episode's written, we could either get a ton of information on the one-shot in question, or jack shit.

Hey. Hey. Remember when there was a villain lair at the bottom of the ocean or something, where all the villains gather?

You remember there was a Villain Network in Season 3?

Yeah, this "Villain Club" thing basically blew all that shit out of the water. What's the Villain Club? What are the requirements for entry? Are there only 21 villains in town total? Are there some that aren't in the club? You don't know!

I'd have liked it if there were a Villain Magazine to contrast with Odd Squad's own magazine, to be honest. But alas, it's not meant to be.

See, this is why criminals steal money. In any given large town, who the absolute fuck wants a paper crown and a rosette for bing-bong bullets off a house or kidnapping the children? You do bad things, you're not getting a paper crown and a rosette no matter how many times you do it. You want something else. A new TV. Money. Something valu-

...I take it back. I take it all back. You win, and you get what I have to assume is some kind of a steroid.

Granted, it's a special kind of drug valu-

...I take that back. It's some kind of a device that boosts a villain's power.

Causing oddness in one go, though...I would imagine "in one go" would vary depending on what villain got the power boost.

*long sigh* I really just want another drug allegory like there was in "Set Lasers to Profit". That was fun. I liked that. Do it again!

The man can already wield that power better than Oprah and it's already been halfway in.

Maybe he's related to her. Distant cousin or something. He does use it for shits and giggles.

Stinky Sock Sue and I'm willing to bet her odd power is making agents stink.

I dunno guys, we might have a contender for "villain with the stupidest schtick of all time".

...

WAIT HOLD UP, GOOPY GUS IS BACK???????? WHEN THE FUCK DID BRO MOVE TO BRITAIN????????????????? YOU CAN'T JUST BRING BACK A CANADIAN VILLAIN LIKE THIS IT NEEDS E X P L A N A T I O N . ATHENA WHAT IN THE S H I T .

Oh God...if she's got the balls to bring back old villains like this, this episode might actually turn out good. Bar's raised a couple inches higher. Just a couple inches.

See, Bubbly Bob is portrayed as harmless, but in actuality, bubbles could do a serious number on an agent. Trap them in one and they can go flying. Trap them in one and they could suffocate. Team up with a water-based villain and trap an agent in a water bubble and they could drown.

He's...probably too much of an idiot for all that, though.

Ah. He's not an idiot. I rest my point.

Nearly halfway in and I'm finding that Osip could be interchangeable with any other notable side character and there would be absolutely no difference.

I don't mind her as a character, but she's a one-shot. You can do a lot with that in a single episode, but Athena's not dragging out any sort of potential.

Wow, Osgood's solid. He should consider acting.

Yeah, you can tell this is a girl who absolutely despises milkshakes and has no whimsy large enough to do the "blow through the straw and make your milk bubble up" thing.

HE DOESN'T TAKE THE HAT OFF EVEN WHEN HE'S PLAYING SOCCER?????

At this point it's like a Linguine-Remy situation goin' on and I wish we had an episode dedicated to that.

See, this could easily lift Osgood up, up and away. No problem.

But y'know...clearly we gotta have some level of realism, and this is where the ding-dongs decided to place it.

There's...no gadget to clean up the mess? They have to use mops?

Aw God, Athena...what the fuck are you DOING, honey?

OHP SHE DID IT. SHE SAID IT. SHE SAID THE LINE.

...Doesn't hit the same as when Oprah did it...BUT SHE SAID THE LINE!!!!!!!!

"Maybe next year I'll get four votes!"

The man's got good sarcastic wit, I'll give him that.

going door-to-door as what are essentially campaign managers

election day's coming up

Ooooooooh I know this is Britain but ooooooOOOOOOOOH did those sorry sacks know what they were doing.

He's a socially awkward nerd. No wonder why no villain wants to vote for him!

(Hey, they would be the ones to care about that stuff.)

Waitwaitwait, hold on...so Dottie's setup on that island was temporary? She has an actual home?!?!?

Okay, props to Athena for not bringing another past-season villain that I would demand another explanation for...but this is just as painful as when Season 3 did it. "Mission O Possible" specifically, since it brought back the Noisemaker.

THEY ARE OUTRIGHT FUCKING MAKING UP LIES ABOUT THE CANDIDATES AND THIS IS 100% PURELY AN ELECTION DAY EPISODE OR YOU CAN BITE MY ASS.

We've had election episodes before, but not many are willing to pull off direct parallels like this. If you think about it a certain way, this is like an Independent trying to get votes when everyone only cares about the two existing parties and the candidates in those.

"That's not a sock, that's a napkin on a foot!"

I just found my new favorite phrase when buying socks. Thanks, Athena!

Is this...is this just like a recap episode of all the villains we've seen thus far? Is this to remind us that they exist and aren't forgettable? Because I could name a good chunk of villains in this season by name alone.

(On to Part 2!)

[verslxt]

Oliver Moy Headcanons

Hi <3, sorry for my last one taking so so so so long, this one won't take as long hopefully, but enjoy some oliver moy headcanons

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good lord does this boy snore

the first time you got introduced to the stars was a complete accident

i've bet you've seen how they bust into poor oliver's room like it's nothing, poor baby

they don't do that anymore needless to say

you and oli were in a very hot and heavy make out session. you two didn't even hear the door bust open, prob because you two had into you by ariana grande blasting

till you all you two heard was a "DAMN OLIVER"

poor sebastian and darren

you and oliver jumped away from eachother. omg this poor boy

you hid your face into a pillow, needless to say they let you collect yourself and have oliver actually introduce you PROPERLY

"hi i'm y/n l/n and i'm oliver moys situationship" you said it with a smile

"ahp wrong, your mine!"

"hi i'm y/n l/n and i'm oliver moy's girlfriend"

everyone knew you, cause your from the hype house. after that everyone actually loved you. everyone left comments on nsb videos

wheres y/n

i want more y/n content

you are actually one of the north star girls with char darrens 'girl best friend', jackie regies gf (kane's video, regies 22nd birthday), gela sebastians 'girl bestfriend' cmon man everyone knows their dating

you and oliver just like to dip out of videos to go and get boba

this boy thinks you are an absolute goddess. worships each and every part of you.

"i love you"

"i love you too oli"

"ur so prettyyy"

""oli are you drunk?"

"haha nooo"

oliver was drunk.

the way oliver pulls you in for kisses 💳💥💳💥💳💥

poor baby has to pop your back every time you say your back hurts. like you don't even ask him to, he just does it

the music y'all listen to in the car 😭 omg its so weird

one minute y'all could go from super bass by nicki minaj then to collide by justine skye then to daddy issues by the neighborhood.

lord this boy in general 💳💥💳💥💳

he’s so responsible and respectful

his laugh 💥💳💥💳💥💳💥

if your ticklish boy does this boy tickle the hell out of you

“hey y/n”

“yes oli”

“did you drink my celsius?”

“no” you full and well drank that bitch

“are you sure”

“yes”

he tickled you and you came clean “yes! i drank it oli stop tickling me before i piss myself”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ heyyyy, hopefully you liked these. all of these are my ideas, so if you take you give credit ☺️. thank youuu. peace homies 🤭

[wench-and-jezebel]

Dark Angel Reaction: The Kidz are Aiight

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

Oh god😕ew [What a way to start]

LINTLICKER!!! ITS BEEN A WHILE

JEEZ

Seee this is the part where he seems to not care.  Like oh I love them …. But I’ll also let them die to find the others

[btw um.  Remember how I've mentioned the whole.  PsyOps thing.  That I've mentioned.  Occasionally.  because... this is PsyOps.]  OH SHIT not the laser to the eyeeeee!?!?  Blech

Is this a different Zach?  Like a recast?  [No, I don't think.  He's just.  Ragged]  He looks different 🤣

Is this real or is he losing it?  Or is this part of what they’re doing?  [Do you really think I'm gonna tell you that?  :)]  Rude

Ah, I see

Ew, creepy smile

[I like her pants]

Ma’am.  That.  Doesn’t seem… Sanitary.  

WAIT!  Is this the gif?!  [Yes.]  ISSS THE GIF!  [*sigh* you’ve found another mouse, I see]

This is sweet  [This is true!  The cane thing was kinda cute too]  I KNOWWW 😭😭

[Bruh, the first thing he's gonna have to do with the feeling in his feet is clean the grit from between his toes laksdjf]  🤣🤣🤣 so true

☠️☠️☠️☠️

Again. KENDRA WHYYY

[They both pulling the 80s romcom obsess-over-the-outfit montage]  I’m loving this

☠️☠️☠️ the what is what sir

[Oop- leg shaving?!?!?!  Damn]  🤣🤣🤣  [Things are serious]

ACK I KNEW THAT WAS GONNA HAPPEN

["Friendship" Bruh, Logan, you lie]  ☠️☠️☠️

Zach ded

WOT?  THE TOMBSTONES!  THE DISrespect

See this is why I don’t like you Lintlicker

Nope! Ack!

Oh.  That-  [Digging himself out of the grave went better for him than it did for Dean ngl]  That was easier… yeah

Is the dr helping or is this a set up  [Nah, I think he was helping?]  Okay good  [I think we saw him hold Zach's hand earlier]  Awwww  [I don’t know for sure though]

You know what this means… Dr gonna die

Friends don’t need candles Logan  [:)))]

Aww  

“So.” Awkwarddddd  🙂

When are we doing another NCIS!?!  I need someTony now lollll  [asdlkfjasldkfj we can do it soonnnn]

Poor Logan  [Getting stood up for incest vibes]  Logan: Zach?!? 💕💕

[Y'all, I'm not liking this parallelinggggg]  

Oh hello (annoying) Max. I was wondering when you'd show up

Bet Max is thinking “well shit… maybe Logan was right”

[Okay, sorry, but... Acting = 3/10, film staging = 1/10, overall judgement = bad]  “Oooooowuwuwuuuwuu”  That’s the noises that face makes.  Like… Suck it up ☠️☠️☠️  [And did I mention the incest vibes suck]  Yea.  They do

Yes, let’s get in this cave and scream.  Genius

["It's different with you" Ummmm See?!?!?!]  Um  ["How could I forget-" oh god]  Huh.  [“-one single thing about you”]  Ewwwww

– – –

Jezebel: *sigh* Aight, let’s see… We got another not much has happened yet episode.  Except I met PsyOp, or however it’s spelled

Wench: PsyOps.  And it's a department, not a person alksjdflkdsajf  

Jezebel: You shush! I know

Wench: But yeah

Jezebel: And the whole laser in the eye is *sigh*

Wench: So recall that I've told you that Alec's been there a good three times :)

Jezebel: Poor doctor guy tho! Like he did not deserve that… just to help the guy in love with his own sister (and maybe her “not boyfriend” too… it’s complicated)

Wench: I'm still not fully certain whether doctor guy was aboveboard btw.  I can't remember, sorry.  And I wouldn't spoil if I did anyway, so hah!

Jezebel: But alas Max and Logan were being cute and I finally got to see the waterside scene irl 💕💕

Wench: I swear, we're gonna find out later that you've actually watched this entire show through gif form.  It's just two seasons of the Leonardo DiCaprio pointing meme

Jezebel: The “not” date was adorable, but, also, I’m sorry Logan…  if that chicken sat in the oven (while it was off) long enough to have cooked fully…. She’s spoiled.  Manticore ain’t gonna be able to get Max if she dies from Salmonella

Wench: lkasjdf

Jezebel: And then its all thwarted by pre-Zachinator ‘cause he nneeeeedsss Max

Wench: Ugh. Like... it'd be different (maybe) if they were in different units, but, as it is. No. She and Zach are too fraternal to be anything but incestuous. It's about the vibes and theirs are. nop.

Jezebel: And, of course, anything for Zach. So I got a good heaping taste of the Max I hear so much about 

Wench: This is true!  You get proof @witchy-writer-lady and I aren't insane!

Jezebel: 🤣🤣🤣

Wench: Thoughts on their... *cough cough* dynamic?

Jezebel: Yes.  EW.  And that’s it!  That’s the thought. 

Wench: And that’s all for midpoint!

– – –

[Once again, btw.  WHAT IS IT WITH FICTIONAL CHARACTERS GETTING TO LOOK DISHEVELED]  🤣🤣🤣 This is fair

The flashback thing tho

[“It’s been a long time since I let my guard down long enough to sleep”  Buddy, you slept for two seconds wtf you mean]

Sooo i thought he was just a physical therapist  [I think he is?]  Oh.  He sometimes seems to be more  [alksjdf idk for sure, sorry]

Also, buddy has horrible timing

[Poor Logan, competing with his brother-in-law for romantic attentions... betcha he never expected to have to deal with that]

The cane looming in the background like the serial killer, scary music and all

Twassss a set up

[Real subtle there, undercover guy]  Yeah, lol… Like y’all know they’re senses are heightened

The doctor’s alive!  You dog!

[Y'all.  Why are you sending Ordinaries after two transgenics alsdkjf  They're begging to get their asses kicked]  🤣🤣🤣🤣

[Zach looking over at Logan like "shit, he's got his legs back; now I've got no chance!"]  Zach’s like oh hello  [Oh, shit, "no chance" with which one?!!? Askdjf] 🤣🤣 [See, normally, I’d make a joke about “Logan has two hands” but the incest is keeping me from being able to]  ☠️☠️☠️ True.  Solution: Alec’s gonna come and he’s gonna be like… Welp, I’ve run out of hands… sorry, Zach.

☠️☠️  [The bitchiness is a family trait]

Poor Logan   [I knowwww.  But at least she apologized this time]

[Oh, no, not Normal's excessive patriotism showing up already]  ☠️☠️☠️  He called him a weenie

Sir, you don’t get to call them your kids, you bastaddd.  Lintlicker!

[Um, I'm sorry, that does not qualify as hair that looks "like she hasn't cut it since we escaped" aslkdfj]  🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Very true  [I swear that looked, like.  Shoulder-length]  Maybe it grows slow

[Okay, a little past shoulder length, but still.  Not nine years or whatever]

Does she die?  [Not answeringgggg]

Lintlicker’s Angels over here

Long gaze

[I find it kinda funny that her s2 mantra is "don't lose track of your family because I did and I regretted it ever since" and yet she legit Does Not Stay With Them despite many opportunities to do so]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Your “kids”

[Be concerned about this committee btw.  And about who this "she" is]  Ooooof  [They're not talking about executing the order]

[Um.  "She looks just like I remembered"  BITCH WOT.  Y'ALL WERE NINE]

That. Was.  *sigh*  Really adorable  [I knowwwww]

[She's kinda clueless missing that tbh.  Thought she was a supersoldier with keen senses alkdsjf]  Right  [How tf are you missing this]  Like… Ma’am  [THE VEIN IN HIS FACE IS HIGHLY VISIBLE]  *sigh*

Oooooop let me go talk in circles  [Not the monologues aksdjf]  On the skyscraper

[“Maybe it’s something in the way I’m made or something”  IT'S NOT IN THE WAY YOU'RE MADE, MA'AM, IT'S YOU!  YOU SUCK]  🤣🤣🤣🤣

– – – 

Jezebel: The ending had less happen then the beginning.  Minus the rescue, but like… We should have met the sister way sooner.  That was so rushed.  Like oooop here’s a new sibling!  Who you shall see for .05 secs!  Then she’s off to Canada!

Wench: Accurate assessment

Jezebel: But poor Logan

Wench: You're starting to see the Big Drama btw

Jezebel: Back to candle lit transfusions

Wench: Nom: dinner-I mean, what?

Jezebel: 🤣🤣🤣

Wench: Also, Max looking so annoyed at him was so funny.  Like, ma'am, he is literally holding onto the counter for dear life to stay upright.  And you're bitchy about him not letting you stay for salad.

Jezebel: I KNOW!  And like after the cute little see for yourself, why would he just switch up like that???  Ma’am.  How can you be so genetically enhanced.  And so stupid.  At the same time?

Wench: And it's not even answering nature vs nurture because they "nurtured" the observant side of her but clearly that paid zero dividends lakdsjf

Jezebel: 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Wench: Max legit just goes: yeah, no, nature and nurture have got nothing on my particular brand of sheer stupidity #girlpower

Jezebel: 🤣🤣🤣 I just don’t understand

Wench: You haven't even met Alec yet *sigh*  He puts her so far to shame.  ALSO.  To be fair!  s2 has a whole host of different transgenics and they're literally all better than Max.  Joshua is amazing, Mole is great, and BIGGS.  I love Biggs.  He's in one episode but he and Alec have chef's kiss camaraderie.  

Jezebel: Also!  For my final point of the reaction: that is not how you look at your sister.  And done!

[major-mads]

Chapter 8: Airman Down!

John "Bucky" Egan x Ruth Morgan (OFC)

Series Masterlist

A/N: we're gonna try to cut down the lengths of the chapters to get them out sooner for y'all! also... please don't kill us for this chapter... but anyways, comment or reblog and tell us what you think!! thanks for reading!! <3

Collab: On a Wing and a Prayer by @footprintsinthesxnd

Word Count: 3.6k

September 21st: Thorpe Abbotts AAF Base, Norwich: 1830 HRS: 6:30 PM

As Gale approached the officer’s hut, his mind reeled trying to come up with the best way to tell John. He was barely keeping it together, and he knew the second he told Bucky, all bets were off. Anything could happen.

But how was he supposed to react to news like this?

Stopping outside the door, Buck took a deep breath and blinked away the tears stinging his eyes. He had to be strong.

Gale opened the door slowly and the sound of Johnny’s loud cackling filled the air. He was lying on his bed, his nose in his book as the rest of the men talked quietly around the room. Noticing him enter, Johnny sat up against the wall, grinning from ear to ear.

“Buck,” he started, holding up his book. “Who would’ve thought something named ‘The Odor of Violets’ would be even better than Guys and Dolls? I didn’t think that was possible.”

Gale’s eyes were glued to the floor as he placed his hands on his hips and spoke lowly. “Could I have a minute with Bucky?”

The rest of the officers shared confused glances, but soon exited the hut, leaving the best friends alone. Johnny placed the book on his nightstand and stood to his feet with furrowed brows, watching everyone walk by his bed and out the door.

“Buck, what is it?” he asked skeptically, slowly approaching Gale.

Gale’s eyes finally rose from the floor to meet his. “It’s Ruth, John.”

A small smile appeared on his face at the mention of the woman, but it quickly faded when he noticed Buck’s slightly reddened eyes. “What about her?”

“We just got word that…,” Buck paused, swallowing thickly against the emotion that threatened to close his throat. “That, uh, the Angel is missing.”

Bucky stared at his friend for a few moments, blinking slowly. “What?” he whispered, his deep voice strained.

“We don’t know any details…just that they didn’t make it to the base.”

Mirroring Buck’s stance, John’s lips pulled tightly together as he tried to keep his composure despite nausea rising in his throat. “When?” he asked, taking a deep breath.

“Yesterday.”

The older man’s eyes flicked around the room, his racing mind trying to come up with something, anything, to explain why the nurses failed to land at the Grove. He thought of every possible scenario, but only a single explanation involved them being alive, being safe, and John clung to it. 

He refused to believe anything different. 

"They could’ve stopped to refuel, right?" Bucky nodded quickly, his worried eyes meeting Gale's, who could tell he was trying to convince himself more than anything. "That's why they stopped here the first time, remember?"

John moved his hands from his hips and paced around the hut. "What if they don't have a radio or had to go radio-silent? They might be-"

"John," Gale whispered, his already heavy heart sinking as he watched Johnny try and keep it together. "They're not refueling."

Bucky's movements came to a halt with his back facing Gale. He knew the reality of the situation but refused to accept it, to believe that the woman he loved was either dead or downed in hostile territory. 

"Then there's another reason!" Egan exploded, his throat constricting and causing his voice to crack as it echoed inside the small metal hut. “There has to be!”

“There isn’t.”

He shook his head and spun around to face Buck. “No. I won’t believe it. They can’t…W-where’s Hugh?”

“Talking to Harding to see if he can-uh,” Gale replied, wiping a stray tear from his cheek as his resolve cracked. “If he can get more information from the Grove.”

“Alright, let’s go then.”

John wasted no time rushing past Gale, not even making sure he was following when he pushed out the door and stepped into the English afternoon. There was a biting chill in the air but he didn’t even notice, his body shaking with adrenaline as he tried to hold onto hope that they were alive. That Ruth was alive.

He quickly jumped into a nearby jeep and cranked it, ready to go when Gale finally exited the hut. 

“Let’s go! Come on!” Bucky called, his right foot itching to slam on the gas.

The second Gale’s bottom hit the seat, they sped off towards the base HQ, towards the news that would either save or destroy them. Both men stared ahead silently, unable to verbalize the dread that settled into their stomachs. Buck was being realistic. He knew what likely happened…where the girls likely were, and watching John cling to hope broke the man a second time. 

He thought back to the Algerian desert when John assured him to keep his hope, that they were ‘gonna get through this,’ but how could he when all was lost? 

When the rest of his life was so cruelly torn away from him?

Beside him, John continued to rationalize, to argue with himself in a pitiful attempt to keep reality from crashing in on him. He didn’t remember the ride to HQ or how he got to the Colonel’s office, and as he stood beside Hugh and Buck staring at Harding on the phone with the Grove’s CO, he felt like he dangled by a string. 

The three men stood in tense silence, their eyes fixed on Chick’s face, searching for any hint of news about the women. They watched as Harding rested a hand over his mouth, listening to the voice on the other end of the line. His shoulders sagged slightly, and he lowered the receiver slowly. With a deep sigh, he turned to face them, his features etched with sympathy.

‘No,’ John thought. ‘Please no.’

Silence filled the small office for a few moments while Harding mulled over his thoughts, trying to find the right words to say, but there were none. Those few seconds stretched into hours for the three, each waiting for their world to crumble around them. Bucky’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the back of the seat he stood behind.

“I’m sorry, boys,” Harding began, his voice barely above a whisper. “Recon plane saw a C-47 in a nosedive with 109s flyin’ around it. It went down pretty fast and…,” Chick took another deep breath, mentally preparing for the reactions of his men. “It exploded on impact. There was no sign of survivors.”

The words hung in the air, each syllable adding to the stifling atmosphere of the room. John’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides as he struggled to wrap his head around the news. 

She couldn’t be gone.

His mind replayed Harding’s words on an unending loop, and John felt as if the ground was ripped out from beneath him. Everything that made sense in his life disappeared in a matter of seconds. Each sentence, each word, each letter twisted the knife in his chest…but there was still one possibility.

“Did they see any chutes?” he asked, his voice tight with desperation, a glimmer of hope flickering in his eyes.

That glimmer was extinguished when Harding’s gaze met his and shook his head slowly. “No.”

Gale took a shaky breath. “Where?”

“Just over the Maginot line into Germany.”

John’s breath caught in his throat and time seemed to stand still as every fiber of his being screamed in denial, refusing to accept reality. 

His mind flashed with memories of Ruth…her infectious laughter, her smile, the way her cheeks blushed after he kissed her lips. And now, memories were all he had left of the woman he loved.

The woman who died not knowing just how much she meant to him.

He clenched his jaw so tight it felt like it might shatter, and his lips drew into a thin, tight line as the air became too thick, too stifling for him to take in another breath. 

He needed air.

He needed to get out.

With a single nod, he stormed out of the office, his steps echoing down the hallway as he searched for a way out, for an escape. Once free into the cool air, John loosened the tie around his throat and took a shaky breath. 

The future he’d only begun to imagine, the life they could’ve had together, was torn away from him in an instant.

He stood for a few seconds, unable to think, to speak, to move, as tears burned in John’s eyes. The lump in his throat threatened to suffocate him, and he needed some relief…something to numb the all-consuming pain, and he knew just where to find it. 

His feet carried him back to his hut, the long walk a blur amid his brokenhearted haze. The second he threw open the door, the eyes of Jack, Bill, and Bubbles flew to the Major and they watched him enter the hut mechanically, the usual smirk or snarky comment absent from his lips as he marched over to Hugh’s footlocker. 

John’s hands shook as he unlatched the crate, ignoring the protests from the other men when he began rummaging through Hugh’s personal effects. His eyes darted over its contents, searching for the one thing that could offer him some relief, even if it was temporary. 

“Bucky? What are you doing?”

Frustration coursed through him as he pushed aside letters, clothes, and photographs without any luck. 

Where was it?

He knew it was in there somewhere.

With every second that passed, the grief clinging to him threatened to pull him under into the dark waters of despair that he doubted he could return from. His breath came in short, shallow gasps as he dug deeper, his movements growing more frantic with each passing moment.

“John?” Kidd asked, his hand landing on Bucky’s shoulder, the Major’s voice uncharacteristically soft. 

John shrugged off the touch when his hand closed around something cold and smooth. He snatched the bottle from its resting place and slammed the footlocker shut before marching back into the cold night air. 

A few minutes later, he found himself staring up at Muggs as his memories from atop the Fort the night of his party replayed in his mind.

“Have you thought about what you’ll do after all this ends?” Ruth asked, lifting her head from his chest to look at him.

“Not too much. I’m guessing you’ll go back to teaching?”

A wide smile grew on her face and she nodded. “Yeah. That’s the plan.”

“I’ll visit your class,” he grinned smugly. “You know, to make sure that those boys are giving you the respect you deserve. I remember how I was in junior high, and I don’t wish that on anyone.”

“Oh, the girls would love that. Before I left it was all ‘men in uniform’ this and ‘dress blues’ that,” Ruth remarked, nodding her head with her words for effect. “I can imagine their faces when you’d walk through the door.”

“And I can imagine the boys’ faces every day when you show up looking so beautiful as always.”

She slapped his chest playfully, her cheeks blushing. “Oh, stop it.”

“I’ll never stop telling you how beautiful you are.”

She ducked her head against his chest for a few moments before peering at him through her lashes.

“You mean that?” Ruth asked quietly, searching his eyes for any sign of dishonesty. “That you’ll come see me?”

John lifted a hand to rub her cheekbone softly. “Doll, nothing could keep me away. That’s the one thing I know for sure.”

He shook his head…couldn’t handle it…the thought of her lying in some field, her vibrant eyes dulled and lifeless. Someone so full of life gone.

Climbing onto the wing, Bucky settled himself against the cold metal where the it met the fuselage, his precious bottle of VAT-69 clutched tightly to his chest. With a harsh twist, he uncorked the bottle and took a long, deep swig, relishing the burning sensation that seared his throat, attempting to burn away the memory.

It didn’t.

All it did was bring another to the forefront of his mind…

Sauntering toward his nissen hut, John whistled ‘Blue Skies’ quietly, but was broken from his reverie when a woman’s loud voice caught his attention. He rounded the corner of the hut to find Hugh and Buck talking to two women, both wearing flight jackets.

‘What do we have here?’ he thought.

He joined the group, standing just behind Buck’s shoulder as his eyes scanned the newcomers. The dark-haired woman looked an awful lot like Hugh, and she clearly shared his spunky attitude. John’s gaze then flickered to the blonde beside her and his mind went blank.

He took in her short, curly blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and the barely noticeable upturn of her lips. The conversation around him faded into the background when her small grin quirked into a small smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners, and John was unable to pull his eyes away.

He’d never see that smile again.

Bucky’s heart clenched as he took another swig of the VAT-69. The whiskey was harsh, but he welcomed the pain. With each swallow, he drank to forget, to escape, to drown out the memories that threatened to consume him whole. He didn’t want to think about the fact that Ruth was gone, that he would never see her smile again, never hear her laugh, never hold her again. As the amber liquid started coursing through his veins, he felt the edges of his grief begin to blur, the sharp edges softened by the numbing embrace of alcohol. With each swallow, he drank to forget, to escape, to drown out the memories.

But no matter how much he drank, no matter how deep he delved into the bottle, the pain remained. 

John’s chest tightened, and a lump formed in his throat as tears welled up in his eyes. He fought to hold them back, but the grief was still so overwhelming…so suffocating. Clenching his jaw, he willed himself to be strong. 

He didn’t cry.

Men like him didn’t cry. 

But his resolve quickly crumbled at the mere thought of Ruth, and the tears spilled over. He still didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t bear the thought of a world without her in it. But as he sat there on the Muggs, surrounded by the starless sky, he knew she was gone. 

The newfound light of his life was gone.

And in that moment, all he could do was cry.

John stared numbly into the darkness that overtook the airfield, the only light from passersby’s flashlights in the distance. His tears had long ceased…there were no more left to cry. They left only a hollowed ache in their wake, and he slouched unmoving against the fuselage with the empty bottle still in his lap. He didn’t know how much time had passed when the silence of the night was broken by a soft voice, one thick with a slow southern drawl.

“Hey, Major.”

Bucky didn’t move, didn’t glance down at the man, only keeping his gaze straight ahead. If John was being honest, he didn’t feel like speaking or even existing at the moment.

“How about you come down and we can talk, huh?” 

Remaining stubbornly silent, John’s eyes fell to the wing before him as another memory was brought forth by the ground chief’s presence…

"Miss Ruth," Sammy said, using his hand to hide his words from John. "You’re way out of his league."

John still heard the comment, raising an eyebrow as he played along. "You think so? Well, I guess I'll just have to keep her around to make me look good."

Ruth nudged him playfully. "Smooth recovery, Major."

That day put things into perspective for John Egan, and he remembered the way his heart swelled as he watched Ruth across the hard stand giggling with Billy and Sammy. It was the first time he saw a future with a woman…one that wasn’t a fantasy, one more real than he’d ever imagined.

Looking back, he suspected he’d been in love with her since that day.

He was brought back to the present when the sound of Ken’s soft sigh filled the air, followed by his retreating footsteps. It wasn’t long before the footsteps returned, stopping at the base of the wing. When the person didn’t speak, John’s eyes lazily flickered towards them, and he readjusted against the wing at the sight of Buck’s familiar figure. Without a word, he began to climb and make his way up to John on the wing, settling beside him.

They sat in silence for a while, the only sound the soft creaking of the fort as the wind blew around them. John’s voice broke the stillness, rough and hoarse from disuse. 

“I never told her,” he admitted, his words barely audible.

Gale nodded to himself for a few moments as his own thoughts dwelled on Hope.

“She knew, John,” he said quietly.

Pursing his lips, Bucky took a steadying breath and fought the tightness creeping back up his throat. “I should’ve-I should’ve told her the damn night of Dye’s party, and now…” he trailed off.

John Egan didn’t have regrets. He always lived life to the fullest, but that was before. Ruth had changed everything. She showed him how to love, a future beyond the war, and now with her gone, he grappled with deep regret. He wished he’d told her how he truly felt when he had the chance. 

With a shaky sigh, he looked over at Buck who held up his dog tags and stared longingly at two new additions to the chain: his and Hope’s wedding rings. The two Majors picked them up at the Thorpe Abbotts’ jewelers the day after Dye’s party, and now, the beautiful gold bands would never serve their purpose.

“I was ready to be your best man,” John croaked as he took in Buck’s own heartbroken expression. “And Ruth…she was so excited. She just lit up when talking about you and Hope.”

Nodding to himself, Gale lowered the rings and wiped a stray tear from his cheek. “I know. I just can’t believe it. We’re the ones this was supposed to happen to, not them.”

Buck’s words echoed the thought that swirled in John’s mind all night: 

It should be me. 

He thought he should be the one dead in some field…the universe’s retribution for all the killing he’d done. But Ruth and Hope? They put people back together, saved their lives after men like him tore them apart. 

“Is this what we get?” John asked quietly, his hand reaching up to grasp the necklace Ruth gave him before Regensburg. “For what we do? For all the people we’ve killed?”

Gale's voice was thick with emotion as he struggled to find the right words. "I don't know," he said, his gaze distant as he once again stared at the wedding rings. "I wish I had an answer, but I just...I can't make sense of any of this. I don’t understand it."

John hummed in understanding, his own mind unable to wrap fully around it. “I keep thinking about all the missions we’ve flown,” he murmured, his voice beginning to shake as grief traveled up his throat. “All the close calls we’ve had…and all this time I’ve been worried about Ruth losing me, not–not me losing her.”

Buck’s reddened eyes met John’s, and the best friends shared a look of pure helplessness, of pure desperation, of complete heartbreak.

“Yeah,” Gale agreed softly. “I never imagined it would be like this. Losing her…losing Hope. I thought we’d have more time.”

Silence overtook the two men once more, and they both stared ahead across the airfield. A few minutes later, Bucky broke the quietness of the night.

“I had it all planned out, Buck,” John spoke, his voice finally cracking. “Our trip to London. Ruth, she loves–loved to read, so I was gonna take her to the house of the guy who wrote Oliver Twist…”

“Charles Dickens.”

“Yeah,” Bucky sniffed, subtly turning his head to wipe away a tear. “Charles Dickens. And then I was gonna take her out…really take her out, spend the whole day together, and then–then I was gonna tell her that I loved her after our fancy dinner.”

“She would’ve loved that, John. I know she would’ve.”

“Yeah,” Johnny breathed, his gaze falling to his lap.

“And I have no doubt she would’ve said it back.”

Bucky stared down at the bottle beside him and cursed its contents for not being enough. Not enough to knock him out, to give him the only escape from reality that he’d ever have again. The only place he’d still be able to see Ruth’s smiling face in anything but a picture. 

The only picture he’d ever have of her.

“What are we gonna do, Buck?” he whispered as he looked up at Gale who could see the tears shining in his eyes.

Buck took a deep breath and cleared his throat, but his voice still wavered slightly. “We’re gonna go back up and finish the job…for the both of them. It’s all we can do.”

Within John’s chest, his sadness suddenly morphed into anger, making his heart pound and heat to rush to his face. “I hope we kill every one of those kraut bastards before the war’s over,” he snarled. “Every last one of ’em.”

“We’ll finish this,” Gale said firmly, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside him. “For Hope, for Ruth, for Curt…everyone we’ve lost. We have to make sure this all means something.”

But how could anything have meaning if all of your hopes and dreams came crashing down around you?

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[beeindaclouds]

Hii! How r u doing? I’m all good here! :]

Okay so I just thought of an idea

How about a scenario with the DSMP? Kissing your best friend challenge? Like playing truth or dare or a TikTok challenge- I bet that’d be fluffy af 😳 (Or the classic pocky game for more fluffy reactions :D)

Feel free to ignore this request if you’re not comfy writing it! Thanks in advance <33

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🧀 ANON. YOU. ARE A GENIUS.

I love, literally adore, this idea! I'll do the "kisisng my best friend" one cause I have more ideas for that u.u

Hope you enjoy <3

DSMP reacting to you doing the "Kissing your best friend" challange

Pairings: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, C!Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude × Reader

Click here before requesting, please <3

So, how did you end up in this situation you might ask?

Good question.

You put yourself in it

You had a mental fight with yourself, over if you should or shouldn't confess to your own best friend

There were a good amount of pros and cons to this, so you were a bit skeptical

And then a certain tik tok came to mind

All those happy best friends kissing eachtoher were all over your fyp, like they were hinting at something

So, listening to the universe for once, you decided to do it

You invited them to your house to hangout, asked them to film a silly little tik tok for funzies

And went for the kill (not actually lol)

❝ Dream ❞

I feel like he'd either know of the tik tok, cause man knows his stuff, or he just has the confidence

But he'd definitely kiss you back the second you kiss him

No doubt, no second guessing, just straight out kiss back

One of his hands would snake behind your neck to hold you closer, and so you wouldn't pull back if you were caught off guard

"Just a silly little tik tok, huh?"

"I mean... I didn't lie"

"Oh come on now..."

❝ Georgenotfound ❞

He would 100% freeze

Like he's been hit by a petrifying spell lol

Doesn't know what to do or how to act

But not because he doesn't like you back, he does, he just wasn't expecting you to make the first move

So he gets flustered

"I-I'm sorry- I was NOT expecting that! Not that I don't like you, I DO- Wai, I mean, I-"

"George, shut up and kiss me."

❝ Sapnap ❞

He'd definitely be surprised at first

Just internally hyperventilating cause "omg, my crush is kissing me rn, what do I do?!?"

But once you pull away, thinking that he didn't like you back cause he didn't kiss back, he'll pull you by your waist and kiss you himself

It probably lasts a bit longer then the first one 👀

He then pulls away a bit embarrassed, his cheeks covered by a cute dust of pink that are complimented by the redish swolen lips

"I never thought this would happen. Like ever. Like I wished every day for this to happen"

"Well, your wish was granted~"

❝ Badboyhalo ❞

He was so caught of guard that he jumped a little, accidentally pulling away from you

You, obviously, took it the wrong way and started apologizing

But then he started apologizing too, cause he didn't mean it

"I really didn't mean to make you uncomfortable I-"

But none of you are listening to what the other is saying cause y'all are in full on "panic" mode

Until Bad decides to stop this

"LISTEN. I'm sorry for raising my voice but...I like you and I was just surprised, I'm sorry for making you think otherwise. I.LIKE.YOU."

❝ Quackity ❞

Man goes in a daze

The "they're kissing me, wooow" kind

You just pull away to see Quackity with one of the dorkiest lovesick smile you've ever seen on someone

Which makes you giggle

He literally cannot function atm

"I'm guessing you liked the kiss and also me"

"uhu... whatever you say~"

❝ Karl Jacobs ❞

He is surprised for like 5 seconds before kissing back

Y'all have this cute little moment and then pull back

Only for Karl to hold onto you and pull you back in for another kiss

And another

And another

And another

He's just peppering your lips in kisses

"I'm so *kiss* happy that *kiss* you did this *kiss*"

"Ok, Karl- air pls-"

❝ Wilbur Soot ❞

He'd get a bit blushy

Of course he's caught off guard

But he tries his best to stay calm

And kisses you back

But as soon as you pull away you notice the state his in

"Wilbur you're a bit...red, hehe"

"It's just h-hot...haha"

❝ C!Technoblade ❞

Different scenario for Techno

Wilbur had been teasing you, telling you that someone in the SMP was planning to confess to Techno

You were not having it

So while hanging out with him, you randomly pulled him to your level and kissed him

Techno, like Wilbur, is good at keeping calm on the outside

While on the inside his voices are celebrating the new found couple

He pulls away just to nuzzle his face into your neck

"Techno...?"

"That was adorable...I like you to my Aphrodite"

❝ Nihachu ❞

She's so caught off guard that she let's out a small squeak

Which alerts you to pull away

But you can't see her face cause she's hiding it behind her hands

You did get a glimpse of her red flushed neck, which made you smirk

"Niki~ let me see your pretty face, please~"

"No, you're gonna make fun of me!"

❝ Eret ❞

They have too much control over their emotions to show that they were surprised

But they will gladly pull you closer and deepen the kiss

And then pull away just to rest they're forehead on yours, pull your hands up to their lips while they're staring deep in your eyes

"Never thought you'd had that kind of courage, I like this new side of you"

"Shut up >.<"

❝ Punz ❞

His reaction is quick too

As soon as you start leaning in, he does the same

Then he'll hold onto you cheeks as you two kiss away

You both pull away from eachother and Punz caresses your cheeks with his thumbs

His eyes sparkling with joy

"You taste so sweet, I need more"

"Nuh uh mr. Punzo, we aren't even official yet."

"Oh, do you want to be~?"

❝ FoolishGamers ❞

I feel like he'd get all shy and blushy

But eases into the kiss after a while

His hands finding their way into yours, your fingers intertwining

He then pulls away, eyes still closed with the cutest smile plasted on his lips

He leans closer so that your noses are booping, laughing as he talks to you

"I- heh- I'm on cloud nine, hehe"

"You are so cute"

❝ Awesamdude ❞

He definitely kisses you back, maybe after a small while

If you try to pull away he'll hold onto your chin and pull you back in

He just wants the moment to last a bit longer

You'll both breathlessly pull away, and he'll talk first

A bit awkward, but like the cute kind

"So...that happened huh, heh.."

"Why're you being so shy now?"

"I-I'm not-"

[little-diable]

New Year's Eve - Negan

Happy New Year's Eve y'all! Written for @firefly-in-darkness as part of my fic exchange. I hope you love this as much as I do, Daisy <3 Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Years after they've last seen one another, Negan and the reader cross paths again. And while she kneels as part of Rick's group, her mind starts racing. Or: saying goodbye to another year

Warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving), mentions cheating, heartbreak, Negan being Negan

Pairing: Negan x fem!reader

She could feel the hairs rising at the nape of her neck, followed by goosebumps that littered her body like sand forming a beach. It was cold out and yet the temperature wasn’t the cause of her trembling, no. Moments ago she had been pushed to her knees. Moments ago she had closed her eyes and had started praying for the first time in years. Moments ago she had accepted that tonight may be her final night.

Everything had been going well, they had been on the run from the man they were supposed to fear, blending in with the night. Everything had been going according to plan, with their careful steps and their shaky intakes of air. Everything had been okay, until it no longer was. 

And all because of him. Negan, the man whose name was blemished, a name so feared even the walkers would probably think twice before going after him. To those around her, people (y/n) had been living with for weeks, he was a stranger, a feared one that is. But to her he was everything, or at least he once had been. 

He walked past them, growling words that were supposed to torment them, the ones that have decided to follow Rick, a foolish mistake one may think. But (y/n) couldn’t curse Rick or the ones she had befriended, no, all she could think about was Negan. It had been years since she had last seen the man she had once called her lover, a man she’d only cross paths with on new year’s eve, once a year. 

She could barely remember how it had all started, and yet her mind was racing, reminding her of the kisses he had pressed against her skin, how he had taken care of her every need, making her forget that he was a married man. The two of them had met in a crowded bar, moments before another year had started, and ever since they have formed some kind of ritual, a ritual that had ended as soon as their lives had been changed by this very apocalypse. 

“It’s New Year’s Eve, once again.” (Y/n)’s gaze wandered to the sky, waiting for Negan to  sit down next to her. He pushed a cup into her hands before he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in. “I can barely remember the last New Year’s I celebrated without you, but there sure as hell was more alcohol around.”

Negan’s laughter echoed through the night, tightening his grip on her as he took a sip of his own drink, “I’m pretty sure I was getting drunk in a bar alone. It’s a shame we haven’t met sooner.” 

For a second (y/n) allowed herself to imagine how being with Negan must have been like, without his wife in the picture. And yet her mind didn’t paint a happy picture, at least not one she’d find herself enjoying, torn by the pain he’d push upon her, not able to stop himself from simply being himself - one of the many reasons as to why (y/n) could never ask him to before more, sticking around as a close companion, a friend to warm his bed every new year’s eve.

“Well, I bet you would have fallen in love with me and I probably would have broken your heart.” The words rolled off her tongue as if she was telling a joke, laughing before she drowned her drink, eyes finding his. He only shook his head with a smile tugging on his lips, hand finding (y/n)’s to pull her to her feet. With one last glance thrown at the dark sky, (y/n) followed him down from the roof, making it towards her bedroom.

“I do not appreciate you killing my men.” Negan’s voice rang in her ears as if he was standing right in front of her. He hadn’t noticed her yet, too focused on teasing Rick, allowing her to slip in and out of her memories. Deep down she hoped that he wouldn’t recognise her, not paying enough attention to the woman that clearly didn’t fit into the group. 

“Fuck, you like that, don’t you, doll?” Negan had his face buried between her legs, arms wrapped around (y/n)’s thighs. It was close to midnight, yet another new year’s eve they were spending together with way too many alcohol and drunken kisses. He had been teasing her for minutes, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, till her legs started quivering, and then he’d pull away with a smirk, not yet done with her.

“‘M so close, please let me cum.” Her words reverberated through the room, eyes squeezed shut, hands tightening their grip on her bedding. Negan’s calloused fingertips circled her bundle of nerves, adding more pressure with every desperate moan rumbling through the moaning woman. His tongue kept lapping at her folds, set on her addicting taste. 

“Let go for me, c’mon.” She came with his name rumbling through her, chest rising and falling with every shaky breath leaving her. No man would ever manage to make her feel like this, Negan was her own drug, a substance so poisonous she could only get high off it once a year. And one day he’ll be the death of her, she was sure of it. 

“Give me your shit, or I will kill you.” Her head moved without her mind’s command, raising her gaze to take in his frame. Negan hadn’t changed much, he had gotten older, and yet he looked as handsome as she could remember. Fuck, in another life she would have married the man, falling for the teacher that had once tormented young girls and boys with activities no sane human being would dare to think of nowadays. An easy life they once have lived.

A better life than this one will ever be. 

“Only two more minutes.” He took a drag of his cigarette, blowing out the smoke as (y/n) turned towards him. Her naked body was pressed against his, still covered in sweat, exhausted from the past hours they’ve spent doing the most ungodly things imaginable. A sweet kiss was shared between them, bodies searching one another as if they needed them for survival. 

“Do you have any wishes for next year?” (Y/n) murmured her words, fingers tracing shapes into his skin, needing to feel him close for as long as the night allowed her to. He’d be gone once the sun rises above the horizon, blending in with the night that kept their secret protected. 

“To see you again, on new year’s eve.” Chuckles bubbled out of her, almost drowning out the “You say that every year” that clawed through her. 

“Would you look at that, fuck, am I dreaming?” Tears welled up in (y/n)’s eyes. He had noticed her. 

Negan took a step away from Rick, swinging Lucille over his shoulder as he walked towards (y/n). Not once did they break eye contact, allowing them to take in one another’s frame, trying to find all changes that have left their marks over the past years. Years spent without one another close. Her heart was racing, pounding in her chest as if the devil himself was chasing her. This night will leave its bruises and marks, shall she survive Negan’s wrath. 

“My oh my, doll, you’ve changed. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” Negan crouched down in front of her, hand grasping her chin. One tear after another started falling, tears he wordlessly wiped away. This was her end, she could feel it, her flesh may not leave this world just yet, but her soul had been ripped from the cage of her bones, torn to shreds by the man she had once begged to stay with her.

“You know, you could stay, just for today. We could get some breakfast, maybe take a walk or something. Nothing stressful.” She watched him put on his clothes, momentarily freezing as (y/n) kept rambling. Her heart was aching, still not used to seeing him leave after hours spent with her lips searching his.

“You know I can’t, doll. This is our thing, isn’t it?” Her sight was blurred by tears, tears she tried to blink away before Negan could notice them. A nod was sent his way before she fell back against her still warm mattress, making his scent crawl up his nostrils. This was torture, and it always will be. Her teeth left marks on her lower lip, keeping her from screaming in frustration. 

“I’ll see you soon, take care, will you?” A soft and yet unemotional “I’ll see you in a year” left her, the sound accompanying Negan out of her apartment. 

“I think we both have always known that you weren’t the one to break my heart. It has always been the other way around, doll.” With one last gaze shot her way, Negan rose to his feet. He started walking once again, starting to murmur an all too powerful “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe”. 

[urstruly-ghst]

May i request savanaclaw or heartslabyul with a baker s/o? In hcs format pretty plz 🙏

note : baking is torture. if someone gives u baked goods, y'all better eat it >:'(

leona kingscholar

Baked goods are something Leona doesn’t eat that much. He finds that baking is too meticulous and way too long of a process to get some food on the platter. Despite being a prince, Leona did not enjoy many of the most well-prepared meals. Slab meat onto his plate, and he is done for the day or even a year.

However, Leona knows when to appreciate the effort and would be delighted to eat something you hand prepared. While he won’t outright say it, he does feel a bit shy whenever you enter and give him the most delightful little treat.

In his personal opinion, Leona loves your meat pies the most. It has meat! It is also one of the more fast options for your baking. Leona smiles fondly when you gush about finding a new recipe you are mastering. While he won’t taste test the sweeter and more healthy options, he will always praise each product you worked hard on. The effort of the designs and recipe modification is no easy feat.

On super rare occasions, Leona would eat sweets. Reluctantly, Leona would eat some of the more sweet varieties whenever you insist it is a good sweet for him. It is not to say he finishes it. A little over 3 or 5 bites will all be needed for him. Of course, you would pout at this attitude, but he would give you a charming smile, and you swoon. Cheeky lion.

Sometimes, he makes you bake some food for Cheka, if ever. He adores that you get alongside his family. Cheka and Leona would get along even more with your help. After all, baked goods do make a good conversation starter.

“Herbivore. Ruggie said Cheka, and you made some treats. Mmm, smells delicious. You indeed are an amazing herbivore. Meat pie and some cookies? Oh, you know me well. Ohh, but I bet you would taste– Ah! Cheka… you’re here.”

ruggie bucchi

Sweet tooth Ruggie always gets excited when you have baked some more food that you always give hot and fresh. Ruggie swoons at the sight of hot food that is sweet or savory, and if you make it, it is the most lovely food he has tasted!

Donuts are his favorite, as everyone knows, but with your baked goods, he can’t pick. He swears he loved the donuts, but your tarts, cupcakes, and pies! Too many to name. Ruggie just eats all of it with no hesitation. 

Though, that caused an issue with things. If you want honest critique, it would be better to go to Leona or Jack because Ruggie would never be able to tell you that something is wrong with your creations. It always seems perfect for him. Ruggie enjoys anything you make. Each improvement made your cooking even more perfect for him.

Ruggie doesn’t share. He has already portioned his food for both of you, maybe even just for him if he feels a bit greedy on a particular day. Though, he does ask for some different recipes so he can share the good feel of your food with his family. He may or may not have bragged about your skills a bit.

It won’t be much of a different experience for Ruggie to have a significant other who bakes. However, he does take advantage of these instances because he wants to indulge in food– something he rarely does. You would spoil him, won’t you?

“Oh! Your donuts are so soft! I love this recipe. Say, shishishi, you have some extra donut holes? Or a new recipe you wanna tryyy? I got some spare time~ Leona also might want some pies… What?! No! I am not asking for extras.”

jack howl

He is the middle ground in the dorm. Longing for sweets wasn’t in his schedule, nor was he avoiding sweets altogether. Though, he is strict about what you may offer as it could mess up his strict diet. Jack is a fit individual. Too many sweets can be a hassle to his regime.

Though, Jack does not deny that your goods are excellent and could need some adjusting to eat regularly. He gives good criticism and insight on what needs to be added, giving you the most help to improve your craft.

Jack’s favorite is your sourdough with some good toppings you offer. It has a good shelf life and fits into the diet he plans to keep. While he avoids a lot of carbs, he sometimes cheats to eat a big and hefty slice of cake or meat pie that you provide.

Admittedly, he blushes when you give him a crafty slice of bread. Jack feels appreciated and loved for the effort you put into the tasty and beautiful food. Other first years and maybe his family have heard his appreciation of your craft, and all end in teasing the shy wolf.

Jack would try to bake, but he prefers watching you and listing off the improvements you wanted to be reminded of. He truly is like this cute dog rather than a wolf with his anticipated gaze and attentive eye to anything you do. It’s an excellent bonding time.

“You said last time you might try less salt. Oh? That was for another one? Okay… oh, this is the whole weat? Huh. Interesting. Uhm… it’s exciting to see you try new recipes. My family says that your recipe was a hit for them. Yeah. Uh. I will time the resting period!”

[lindzaylove]

E.M. | Rainfall

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

word count: 2.9k

trigger warnings: angst (yeah, it’s angsty to the end but with a kind of happy ending?); a little editing (not much, but y’know); swearing

part two to Many Moons Ago

a/n: thank you guys so much for requesting this and following me! you have no idea how much that means to me <3 I love y'all

It isn’t every day that an epic love comes and goes in the span of two years. Seeing Eddie, talking to Eddie, had made you incapable of falling asleep. It would have been sweet, his affect on you, had it not been completely enraging. Coming back into your life because Dustin fucking Henderson couldn’t pick out a horror movie by himself? What kind of sick joke was God playing?

Even worse, his face was etched into the back of your eyelids. His nose, scrunched slightly in confusion. Eyebrows pressing together as his lips opened slightly. Hair curly and wild, sitting against his fair skin. God making Eddie your worst enemy was a game made for the devil.

Eddie’s confusion hurt most of all. It made you doubt yourself. Were you remembering wrong? You wracked your brain for any difference in your story, but alas, your memory stood. He had broken your heart in the most cruel way.

You’d gone through this thought process already. Were you a joke among him and his friends? Were you a bet, a side hustle for some cash? Were you meant to make Chrissy jealous? You could never find a reason for what he said, for how he could spend all that time getting to know you and hold you and kiss you? How could he be your first kiss, knowing the whole time he didn’t love you, want you?

It didn’t make sense, none of it. He had to have felt something. Which meant he lied. But why? Why would Eddie lie to you about that?

It was on your mind at school the next morning. You looked the halls for him, hoping you could see something that would suddenly explain everything. No matter what, you couldn’t find him. Perhaps he skipped, embarrassed to see you. How dare he hide, though. He had left you a mess and now he expects you to pretend it didn’t happen?

Finally, lunch came around and you saw him. He was staring at his plate, tossing around whatever food he had. You felt a sick feeling of satisfaction knowing he was distraught. When he’d broken up with you, you hadn’t been able to sleep. You wondered how that taste of his own medicine felt going down his throat.

Suddenly, he looked right at you. Even across the cafeteria you could see the way his eyes got a little bit wider and his shoulders got a little bit straighter. Neither of you looked away for a while, not until Jason came in with more basketball players, causing a commotion. You were quick to throw out your lunch, heading out to the woods beyond the school where a picnic table sat.

You and Eddie had been there a couple of times together. It was always quiet, always a place away from everything that you two enjoyed more than you could admit out loud for fear of sounding foolish. It was one of those places that made you feel safe, even if it also reminded you of him.

It was only a few moments before you found the spot on the table where you two had carved your initials in a heart. Two years had passed, but it hadn’t faded in the least. Though it wasn’t often you came here in case Eddie was present, but it still made your heart ache each time.

The day you’d done it was present in your mind, reminding you of how in love you’d really been at sixteen. You were laying on the table and he was sitting there, holding your hand and pressing kisses to your fingers. The sky was was littered with clouds and it was chilly out, the late February breeze leaving chills on your skin.

“You know,” you mumbled, turning your head to look at him. He smiled widely, holding your hand to his lips, breath warm against your skin. “I kind of want to do this forever.”

“Stare at the clouds?” He glanced up. “Seems a bit boring to me.”

“Obviously not,” you rolled your eyes, tapping your fingers against his cheek. “Being with you. It feels like a forever sort of thing.”

“I-“ Eddie paused, holding your hand against his face. “Wanna do something semi-permanent?”

“I am not getting a tattoo with you,” you sat up, but he only laughed.

“No, I mean stab the table in a weirdly romantic way,” he says, pulling out his pocket knife.

You slide into the seat next to him, close enough to feel his body heat and be in the way of his arm as he carved. You couldn’t see what he was doing until he finished it.

A crude heart with both of your initials inside of it.

“I love you,” he said, for the first time. You’d said it last week while watching a movie, simultaneously telling him you knew it was fast and he didn’t need to say it back. But there he was, Eddie Munson, carving your initials into the table and telling you.

You didn’t know you were crying until it fell on the table. In the heart. Somehow it still felt so fresh when you thought about it all. Two months was no time at all to be together, yet you were so sure it would last. Sweet, sweet, naive you.

The shift at Family Video after school didn’t help. Steve was trying to find a date, failing miserably. Robin was teasing, threatening to revive the white board she’d had before. You were watching, like always, hoping one day the past would make sense again.

“Where is Y/N?” Dustin’s voice caused you to pause on your way to the front of the store. You were quick to check out the windows, no sign of Eddie’s van as you cut Steve’s answer off.

“Here in the flesh, Henderson. What’s up?”

“That movie you rented me, it made Eddie cry.”

“Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson?” Steve asked, leaning forward on the counter. “He cries?”

“I don’t even know what movie I rented you,” you shrugged. “Nonetheless, Eddie makes fun of horror movies.”

“It was The Shining.”

“So?” You crossed your arms. Though you were skeptical of Eddie crying, you couldn’t help but be even slightly interested in what had caused it. You were almost praying it was and wasn’t you simultaneously.

“So he showed up late to school today and then left during lunch. I know it has to do with you.”

“Henderson, dude,” Steve tapped the table. “Take a breath.”

“What do you want me to do, go to his place and make him feel better?” You scoffed. “I don’t know if you were paying attention yesterday, but Eddie isn’t on my list of people to really worry about anymore.”

“Anymore?” Robin whispered to Steve, who looked equally confused.

“He canceled Hellfire tomorrow night,” Dustin sighed. You immediately dropped your arms to your sides.

“Really?” You blinked, confusion setting. Eddie never cancelled Hellfire, even if you were sick. It was always “well, you shouldn’t have jumped in the lake last week” even though he had done it right alongside you. Eddie Munson would die before cancelling Hellfire, he wouldn’t even reschedule if people were busy.

“I’m still confused,” Steve mumbled, chin resting on his hands. Robin nodded quickly in agreement.

“Really. So could you please go over there and make sure we play tomorrow. Also make him less sad, it’s weird to see him all mopey,” Dustin replied. I glanced at Steve and Robin, who shrugged and motioned around the store.

“We have to know everything when we see you again,” Steve pointed a finger at you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you waved him off, heading out to your car.

You knew you shouldn’t be going to see him. It was one of your stupidest decisions (the most stupid being to pursue him in the first place). The drive over there would have been quiet had it not begun to rain. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit like the universe was playing pranks on you.

Pulling into the trailer park was a little odd, seeing familiar faces who happily waved at the sight of your beat up car as well as empty trailers you knew used to have families in them. Two years was some how quite a bit of time for Forest Hills. Two years was some time for anyone and anything if not nurtured.

Before you knew it, your engine was off and the Munson trailer sat in front of you. Eddie’s van barely registered as you opened the car door. The rain was coming down a bit harder now, getting you wet as you found your way up the stairs. The screen door was shut, but the other one was cracked a bit. You could hear music softly, even as you helped yourself inside.

The trailer looked the same, which only made you more on edge. You hoped being there, seeing things hadn’t changed a bit, would have helped. The dishes stacked a couple dishes too high, the magnets on the fridge holding up several notices and statements, the couch being much darker than you know they bought it. It was almost enough to make you turn and go. Seeing Eddie was going to send you running, you were sure of it.

“Did they send you-oh,” Eddie said, stopping a few feet from you. His Hellfire shirt, or probably just one of them, was a bit too big on him. His black jeans were tugged halfway on and when he saw you he pulled them the rest of the way up. The music you’d heard was a bit louder now, clearly coming from his room.

“Hey, Eddie,” you held your hands in front of you, “I just wanted to come check on you.

“Did Dustin tell you to come?” He asked, not moving from his spot. You could hear the thunder loud and clear in your head and outside. The past and present were mixing.

“Yeah. He said you weren’t feeling well and he figured I could come talk to you. Said you cancelled Hellfire tomorrow.”

It was silent as he stared at you, clearly evaluating what you could possibly be doing in his home two years after what you claimed to be your worst heartbreak. You’d been rude to him yesterday, completely cruel. You wanted answers, most of all. Forget Hellfire, forget Dustin, forget the past two years. You wanted to know what happened.

“I want to know if you meant what you said,” you added. “Just like, during the breakup. Did you mean it?”

“I-“ Eddie was nervous. He was wringing his hands and rocking on his heels. His eyes couldn’t meet yours again.

“I’m tired, Eddie. I’m so tired of hating you,” you breathed out. “I just want to say goodbye and move on, for real. I don’t want to be the zombie you made me anymore.”

“Well-“

“You cried.” You cut him off. “You fucking cried during The Shining. You think I forgot what happened during the movie? You think I forgot every touch, every kiss, every glance? It doesn’t stop, it never stops. I do my best to pretend like you died but it only makes it worse when I see you at school or hear one of those freshman talk about you.

Worst of all, I can’t stop asking myself why. Why did you pretend with me? Why did you tell me you love me? Why did you let my heart grow for you only to shatter it? Why did you break my heart like that? Why did you let me drive home alone in the rain? Why didn’t you call, or come apologize? Why’d you say all those things?

“It was a normal, harmless argument and you broke up with me. You sent me home feeling worthless and like nothing I ever did or said to you meant more than an ego boost. Damn it, Eddie. I was so in love with you.”

You finished at lightning struck, so close it lit up the windows around you. The tears rolled and rolled down your face, a personal rainfall happening for you. Your mind was clouded with so many more words you could have said, so many things you wanted answers for. He stood still, watching you curl your hands into fists. He didn’t answer. Silence.

You turned and went outside. The rain was no where near done, completely soaking you within seconds. You hated the world for not just letting you find your key and get in and pull away. Instead you stood outside your car, flipping through your keys like an idiot.

“Y/N,” Eddie’s voice found you over the storm, screen door closing behind him as he ran down the steps.

“What?“ You yelled back, still fumbling with your keys.

“I didn’t mean it.”

“What?” You looked up at him, rain colliding with your eyes as you blinked at him. Mud was forming around your shoes and you knew you were frozen in place - would have been had you been in the desert.

“I didn’t mean it, any of it,” he wiped the hair out of his face. “I loved you. I was scared that I loved you. I was worried you would leave me, would find someone like Jason or Steve or even that shitty Hargrove guy who would make you a million times happier. I figured that two months was the perfect time for you to figure out what you really wanted. You brought up Chrissy and I knew it. I knew, or I thought I knew, you were looking for a way out.

“You’re too nice, Y/N. You wouldn’t have been mean about it. I just couldn’t let myself feel that kind of pain, of being a pawn in someone’s game. So I made you believe you were the pawn. I wanted you to feel that way.

“It was stupid, childish, and awful. I was scared and I ran, but not without pushing you down first.”

“You said yesterday-“

“I lied,” he shook his head. “I was still scared, so scared that you were hating me. You were, you do. It hurt so bad to know that I made you feel that way. You always talked about words rolling off your shoulder, I figured us going back to being strangers only meant that was exactly what you thought.”

“I don’t have time for this,” you turned around to unlock your door. His arms were quick to be on either side of you, faces inches from yours when you turned to look at him.

“Hear me out,” he begged, “please.”

You nodded, but he didn’t move.

“I went to your work just to see you, to see if you were okay. You acted like I didn’t exist, got other people to help me. You were laughing and smiling, it almost felt like you’d broken up with me. It’s what I convinced myself of, what I told the Hellfire guys, what I told Wayne. I hated knowing the breakup wasn’t bad for you.”

“You were so wrong,” you pushed on his chest. “You lied to me, lied to our friends, your uncle. How do I know you’re not lying right now?”

“Because I cried watching The Shining,” he laughed slightly, blinking away the rain. “I remembered the way you sat on the couch and made fun of it. I remembered the way you looked at me, like my eyes were the prettiest things you’d ever seen. I remembered that you really had loved me, even before you said it.

“Sweetheart, I cancelled Hellfire because how am I supposed to go play the game I love when I know that I’m still in love with you and I still want a forever with you?”

What you did next was probably the stupidest thing you’d ever done. That doesn’t mean you’d take it back or rewind time to do something different. It actually felt like the right thing to do, like it was meant to happen.

His lips were parted, eyes blinking away rain. His arms were still on either side of you, holding you hostage against the side of your car. He smelled of rain, and weed, and the dollar store shampoo he uses because he thinks it makes his hair extra soft. He was Eddie, your Eddie, as his eyes glanced at your lips for just a moment - a force of habit that had come back just by being in your presence. You didn’t wait to ask him this time. You just kissed him.

You hands were on his cheeks, curling around the back of his head to pull him in. The taste of rain mixed with his usual taste, only making you want to kiss him all that much more. He was solid, lips returning the favor. Arms moved to your waist, pushing your back against the car.

It was as if time had stopped. It poured out of you, the want of Eddie Munson, the love of your life, kissing you. It made you feel whole, like you’d gotten home from a really long trip. He couldn’t stop touching you, pulling and grabbing anything you’d let him. Oh, how you missed kissing him.

“I still hate you.” You told him as he finally pulled back. Lightning hit again, making you both jump. Forest Hills lit up curtesy of the electric shock, letting you see his lips curve.

“Can you hate me and keep kissing me like that?” He mumbled, kissing you again.

taglist: @whyisnicole @palah @pankowforlife @sugarminsss @yikeshood @spicytrashthe1st @lifeistooshorttowasteyourtime @toobsessedsstuff @moonlitgarbage @tbrxnnan and I can’t tag anyone else I’m sorry!!

[jikisbunny]

Pairing: Tamaki Amajiki x reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 7266 words Warnings: 18+, Smut, unedited, Oral (male receiving), creampie, slight coercion, some overstim, edging, non-con( Forced to cum inside), breeding, vaginal penetration, nipple play, manipulation, small amount of cock warming, if theres something you don't see tagged pls lemme know.

MDNI 18+

Scenario: Bimbo reader falls head over heels in love with Amajiki and wants to thank him for tutoring her

I'm so nervous to post this oh my lord 😭 I haven't written since early high school so if my writing is shit I'm sorry!!!! But I hope its decent enough for y'all to enjoy!

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Standing in front of your dorm mirror, you admire your crafty work once again. Instead of your usually multiple layered pink outfits, you slip on something comfy but easily removable. A small tank top and shorts that are also way too small. It's the perfect tutoring outfit for you. You put on some gloss and fix your hair a bit to still look somewhat presentable and put together. While staring at yourself in the mirror, your mind starts to wander off on how tonight will play out.

Images of different positions he could put you in and what he'd look like sinking into your warmth for the first time flood your mind and instantly make you wet. You start to think about Amajiki and how muscly his body must be. Although he is skinny and somewhat scrawny, he still works out just as much as Mirio and has the muscle to prove it.

When you'd join the Big 3 at the gym, you'd lazily walk the treadmill while watching Amajiki work out from afar—occasionally jogging a Lil so your boobs would bounce and didn't stop until Amajiki turned bright red from staring at you for too long. You'd ask him to spot you while doing some barbell squats to brush against him with every squat purposely. He'd be lifting weights with Mirio, and you'd offer to spot him when it was so that you could let him lay his head on your lap so he could stare up at your tits for encouragement. It also allowed you to rub your hands all over his chest and shoulders, feeling up his muscle for the first time. You never really like muscle on men, but it was so attractive on him. Unless you saw him at the gym, you'd never know he was built underneath his uniform, and it was almost like an exciting secret for only you to know about. You'd kept giving him little compliments for him to blush over.

"You're so strong, Jiki! I bet you could lift me with no issue!" you flash him a cute smile with an intense dazed look cause you are just so infatuated with him. He returns your comment with a smile, and of course, he's blushing

You loved how intense he was when he didn't even realize it. Being a part of The Big 3, you'd assume his confidence would be through the roof, but you loved that he doesn't even know how huge he is. It gives you more reason to gush over how amazing he is. Every time you did, he'd get so flustered acting like he wasn't the best of the whole school. At this point, you couldn't tell if you were in love with him or the way you affected him, but it didn't matter.

A small knock at the door snapped you back to reality and you rushed to the door. Before opening you stood on your tip toes to look through the eyehole and saw Amajiki standing there with a stack of books. You smiled wildly at the thought of him actually thinking you were just gonna study tonight. He was so innocent you loved it. Before opening the door you twirled a couple pieces of hair and hiked your shorts up so far he'll for sure be able to see the outline of your pussy and full ass hanging out. It was a bit much but it was your dorm right? You should be able to wear what ever you want in here even if there's company over.

You opened the door just enough for your body to show and you wish you had a camera cause the look on his face was something you wanted framed up on your wall. He was obviously trying so hard to keep his eyes focused on your face but the way you kept shifting your legs to adjust your stance he couldn't help but notice everything. He was wearing black sweat pants with a white shirt and the way he lowered his arms to cover his front with the stack of books you predicted he wasn't wearing boxers. Perfect.

"Hi Jiki! I'm so glad you came by! Come in!" There was no way he thought you were this excited about studying you hoped.

"H-hi y/n, I brought all our current class text books....just incase we wanted to go over a bit of everythi-" Although his stammering is so adorable you just wanted him inside and in you already.

"Yeah that sounds great!" You exclaimed before leaning forward to grip his shoulder and pull him in.

Shutting the door behind you and locking it just incase. Neijri had a habit of barging in for random late night drama talks. You guide him deeper into your dorm before leaving him in the middle to go clean off your small futon. There was a desk but only one chair and the futon was a better spot for your planned activities. Leaning over the back of the futon you start pushing pillows and blanket off to the side to make room for the both of you purposely swaying your ass hoping he's watching. When your done you whip around to find him red in the face again, ears red as well. Even though he's seen you bend over with no panties he still can't help it and you adored it.

"Is everything okay Jiki?" You say nonchalantly, trying to stay oblivious to your little game. He gulps hard and nervously looks somewhere else besides you.

"Y-yeah, everything is fine. W-we should get s-started before it gets to late...d-don't you think?" You can't help but blush as well at how hard we was trying to be respectful of you. No matter how much you put yourself out there for him he never once treated you differently or made rude gestures towards you. He was simply just going along with your oblivious and dumb nature assuming all your lewd acts were just innocent and never meant to be taken in a sexual way.

"Oh yeah totally, come sit!" You plop down on one side and pat the other motioning him to take the seat. He slowly makes his way over and sets the books down on the small side table first before also plopping down next to you.

Once he got comfortable you immediately did as well by swinging your legs over his lap and scooting closer so your chest leans against his shoulder. He tenses up and gives you a quick glance followed by an audible swallow. You continue on with the innocent act.

"Are you sure your okay Jiki? You've seem so nervous since you've step into my room. I didn't do anything wrong did it?" You said as you rest your chin on his shoulder and give your best doe eyes. His eyes instantly go wide and puts his hands up in defense.

"O-oh gosh, you have nothing to worry about! You did nothing wrong I'm...I-I'm just a bit tired that's all. Had a long day training ya know?" His excuse was a lie and you knew it but, you still played along.

"Oh well if you wanna go rest we ca- No no no no no!" A playful smirk spreads across your face. He really wanted to stay and not disappoint you.

"I-I mean, you need the help right? I don't want to be rude and leave right after I got here"

"Yes, I really, really need the help"  you said in a somewhat desperate and needy tone. Also wrapping your arms around his and looking up at him through your lashes. Making sure your tits squished into him as much as possibly.

"Don't worry, by tonight you'll have everything down in no time!" He gave a shaky nervous smile and you returned it back also with a smile.

Little did he know the only thing you'll have down by the end of tonight was his dick down your throat.

•••••••••

"Jikiiiiiiii, I'm so boooored, can we move on to something else?" Your about an hour into tutoring and your mind has gone numb. You've only let it go this far because you enjoy listening to Amajiki but now your ready to dive into what you wanna do.

You were now leaning against the futons arm rest with your feet now in his lap ever so gently pressing down on his dick that was very obviously hard. You've been doing this for the past 20 minutes and he's just been silently squirming and making soft whines every so often. It was impressive how good he was at hiding it but you knew he was ready to bust at the seams just from some feet and all it did was egg you on even more to continue. He was now almost at the verge of sweating and desperately still trying to focus on the algebra page you two were working on. Once you mentioned moving on to something else he tried to take that as an opportunity to leave to rush to his own dorm and get himself off.

"A-actually, I think I-I should go. I'm feeling a little....funny" he stammers as he closes the textbook and sets it aside

"Oh no Jiki! Are you sure you're okay? Did you need to talk about something? You know you can tell me anything right?" You look concerned but in reality your jumping with glee inside knowing your about to claim your precious prize.

"Are you sure? I-I don't want to scare you o-off"'

"I promise! We're friends right? You can tell me anything Jiki and I wouldn't see you any different"  now you were sitting with your legs wide open and feet off his crotch so his hard on was visible for the both of you. By now with all your teasing and dirty thoughts you were wetter than ever and more than likely seeping through just hoping he sees your mess.

"O-okay....well...I don't know why but...but" Amajiki has never been so nervous in his entire life and if he could just disappear into thin air he definitely would've by now.

"I-I've been...hard...like, my penis is" he barely got that last part out but you understood, you just wanted to hear him admit it fully.

"I'm sorry Jiki I couldn't hear you...what did you say?"

"I-I've been h-having an erection. T-this whole time almost. I don't know why either but- Oh god, I-im sorry for saying that! I don't know what's wrong with me but I'll get going!" His face and ears were the brightest color of red you've ever seen and he looked sick to his stomach. He tried to stand up but you quickly grabbed his wrist and yanked him back down.

"Don't be sorry! I can help...if you want?" You said giving innocent eyes and scooting closer but he refused to even look at you from the embarrassment.

"What! N-no y/n I could never let you do something like that!" He was stunned at your gestured and was quick to turn you down, kinda hurting your feelings.

"But? I just wanna help? That's what friends are for right? Please Jiki?" You slide your hand over to his cheek bringing his gaze that was glued to the ground to your eyes. Giving the best pleading eyes you could to hopefully coax him into letting you help.

"It's just so...embarrassing" he said as he slumps in his seat further and letting his head hang. You slide into his lap to straddle him and cup his face in your hands to force him now to look up at you. You experimentally grind down onto him and his eyes go wide and immediately his hands fly to your hips like he was going to push you off at first until he relaxed into it. When you stopped he let out a breathy and needy whine of desperation. He was so oblivious to his own sexual needs and desires you couldn't wait to blow his mind. Flashing him a reassuring smile he manages to give you an overly anxious smile back.

"I think it's perfectly fine, besides, how else am I supposed to thank you for tutoring me?" Then before he knows it your sliding down his lap and on to the floor in between his legs.  The whole time he keeps a wide eyed stare at you, clearly no girl has come onto him before like this. You felt almost honored being the first.

"Y-you really d-dont have to do this. I-I can just leave right now a-and we can forget all about this" he made one last attempt at changing your mind and saving himself from this awkward situation but your mind was set. You laid your head against one of his thighs while your hand rubs up his other thigh slowly getting closer and closer to your desired target.

"Please Jiki? Let me suck you off? I swear I'm good at it!" You beg and plead with him only to get another flustered and nervous smile. He was so unsure of what he wanted you could just see the internal battle happening behind his eyes as you stared into them.

Growing impatient you lifted yourself up a bit to lean closer towards his face and hover your lips just above his. You stay there for a second letting both of you breath each other in and stare into each other's eyes. He occasionally glanced down to your lips and back up to your eyes waiting in anticipation for what you'll do next. He only grew more and more nervous with how close you were and couldn't find it within himself to just let go. Never being in a situation like this before he had no clue how to go about it and wasn't sure if this was a normal thing for friends to do but you looked almost hurt when he denied your offer and the last thing he wants to do is hurt your precious feelings. Finally breaking the silence you spoke up

"Please Tamaki?" Said in the softest and sweetest voice you could possibly give as a final attempt to convince him. To seal the deal you give a small and gentle kiss to his lips. Moving back to your spot on the floor you kept your gaze up at him and his shocked facial expression waiting for an answer. Shifting his eyes back and forth between you, his hard on, and the textbooks he finally takes in one final breath to calm himself down before answering.

"O-okay...g-go ahead."

In an instant, you were tugging his sweats down, and as you suspected, he had no boxers on. His cock sprang free and smacked against his abdomen, making him hiss and whimper from the impact. Giggling at his reaction, you take a second to stare and admire what you sought after most. For someone his size, you weren't expecting him to be so big. He was girthy in the middle with a narrow base and thick head. The tip was an angry shade of red and you could visibly see his shaft throb, begging for stimulation. You watch it bob slightly for a second more before reverting your eyes up to him to hold eye contact and loll your tongue out. Grabbing the base of him, you squeeze gently, and he rolls his hips into your hold. He was so sensitive. You give him a few small pumps at the base before guiding it towards your face and letting it rest against your tongue. Still keeping eye contact with Amajiki, you keep a tight grip at the bottom and slowly move your head up and down the tip. Licking him like a lollipop and watching him grow more and more desperate had you also throbbing.

As embarrassed as he was, Amajiki couldn't turn away from the pornographic scene playing out before him. You, between his legs, tits almost spilling out of your top, straps fallen on the side, eyes filled with lust, pupils blown out, and drool dripping down the corners of your mouth. He wanted to run out and back to his dorm room but he couldn't believe how good this felt. Every touch had him gasping and holding his breath trying hard not to prematurely explode in your face not like you would mind it at all. Still watching you lick him like a kitten he started to grow even more whiny and fussy with your current pace. However you enjoyed watching him struggle to keep a steady breath and didn't care to accommodate his needs just yet. You continue the small licks on his head and give him a sly smile, enjoying how your teasing affects him. A few more minutes pass of you sweetly licking his tip almost raw and Amajiki is damn near in tears. His cock was now hot, heavy, and pulsing in your hand practically begging for release. The tip was some how even more red than before and swollen. At this point you had to push all your weight onto his thighs to get him to stop squirming until he cried out

"Please! P-please please please" his voice was breathy and a higher pitch. He looked so worn out and you haven't even sucked him properly yet. Cute. Keeping innocent you stop what your doing and give him those doe eyes like before.

"Sorry Jiki. Is this not good enough?" You say in a sad and defeated tone, still stroking his cock.

"N-no! I-I mean! It's great! It's just not enough. I don't want to push you though!" He exclaimed, trying to address his needs while still making sure your wanting to do this. He was so sweet and it only made you wanna fuck him even more.

"If you want me to swallow your cock just say that already silly, here hold on" you giggle before sliding your tank top all the way off and letting your boobs fall and bounce lightly. Amajiki attention immediately went to your chest and you even blushed a little.

"S-sorry, I won't look" he said taking notice of your sudden shyness

"Oh No your okay Jiki! I want you to look at them" then before he knows it his cock is resting between your tits and bucks his hips up at the sudden friction making his tip hit you in the face.

"S-sorry! I-I don't know what came over me" he apologized and slumped back into the futon feeling incredibly bad but you just replied with a sweet laugh.

"Your okay! You don't need to apologize, I think it's adorable how greedy your pretty cock is Jiki" he became even more embarrassed by your lewd words and tried hiding his face. This displeased you a bit.

"Jiki how am I supposed to know if you like it if you aren't even looking at me?" You pout but he's quick to fix that with resuming eye contact.

You squish your tits together around his shaft and start pumping up and down listening closely to the beginning of stifled whines. You continue this for a minute then wrap your lips around his tip to go along with it. He jerks his hips up at the sudden contact and for the first time tonight let's out an audible moan. It was a shaky and hesitant moan but it was one you'll be remember forever. You move your tits from his shaft and replace them with your hands ,mouth still on his tip, and start moving in motion keeping at a steady pace. Hollowing your cheeks out the best you can around his head practically trying to milk him of everything he's got and your impressed he's held out this far. Amajiki is a moaning and writhing mess and still tries his absolute best to keep his hips from bucking up into your mouth. How sweet of him you thought.

Amajiki gasps loudly when you suddenly dip down and attempt to swallow him whole, just like you said. With his thick middle it took a few tries to get it all the way down your throat but you used this as an opportunity to get messy. Slobbering all over his cock to help it ease down your throat better only to gag around him until feeling the need to puke and you pull back up to focus on his tip again. Your spit drips down his shaft and onto his balls and bush making a mess all over Amajikis front. It only took a few more attempts before his girth breached your tight throat and your nose was buried into his purple tuff of hair. It felt incredibly warm and tight and it was a whole new sensation for him. Feeling you swallow around him was kinda disgusting to him but it felt thrilling and watching you do it was an unsuspected turn on for him too. Seeing you with his cock nestled in your throat with big wide innocent eyes staring up at him and tits out was going to be all he could think of for weeks. Leading back up to the tip you swirl around and suckle on it a bit more until you can taste his pre cum and dive down again to the his hairy base before swallowing around him continuously. He was so close and you could hear it clearly in his moans and whines. With no plans of coming up until he cums down your throat Amajiki suddenly started trying to push you off of him.

"S-stop y/n p-please I'm going to cum, Y-you can stop now" His voice was trembling and small, hips uncontrollably jerking up into your mouth in small movements. He may want you to stop but his body didn't want you to.

"No no no! P-please y/n I-i don't w-want to in your mouth....'s gross" at this point he was pushing your head off him hard even if he was humping into you. Not bothering to let up you continue to swallow around him and resist his attempt to pull you off.

"O-Oh g-god y/n, I-i...I think im going to c-cum. P-please! i-ill do it anywhere else" And with that you take his begging into consideration letting up and focusing heavily on the tip for as long as you could before he started digging his feet into your stomach to get you off. Pulling off with a small pop he immediately let out a sigh of relief but it quickly followed by strings of whimpers and groans, his dick was desperately needing to release and you didn't doubt that it was hurting him. Wiping off your face you give him a little smile with one hand still on his cock and you give him a small squeeze around the tip making him jerk away.

" Ow! Ow! Dont! I-it hurts so badly" He cries out and you notice a single tear fall down his red cheek.

"Awww Jiki, Im sorry I didn't mean to hurt you!" You climbed up his lap to straddle him, feeling his cock rub against your wet heat making you shiver. You ignore it and continue your focus on Amajiki. Cupping his face into your hands you wipe away the tear trail on his cheek and start peppering small kisses on his face to apologize. Giggling while doing so and him getting shy and flustered again. You sit up and balance yourself using his shoulders to look him in the eyes before speaking

"I know you dont wanna cum down my throat but we can still continue....if ya want? I kinda wanna get off still and I know you still definitely need to. If you want I can do something else?" at the end of your sentence you gently plop down on his dick and lean into his chest hoping he got the hint.

"Y-yeah s-sure, just...anything but that" he made an attempt to give you a reassuring smile but you knew the affect sitting on his dick like this had on him. You lightly squeal in excitement at what was to come next. You get up from straddling him to remove your soaked shorts and tossed them aside before returning back to your original position on his lap. His eyes go wide when he realizes what your about to do next.

"W-wait! I shouldve said this before but....but..i-im a v-virgin" Going red in the face for the millionth time tonight Amajiki couldn't believe he admitted that. Not even Neijri and Mirio know about him being a virgin and they've known him for years! For you it was like finding a diamond in the rough.

"Thats okay! I'll do everything so all you gotta do is sit there, look cute, and enjoy it. I promise you'll be fine. Okay Jiki?" You gently cupped his face and stared at him with adoration, hoping it was enough to reassure him that being a virgin didn't matter.

Taking the chance you lean in and give him a gentle kiss on the lips, leaving him love drunk on you and wanting more of your tenderness. When you pull back he gives you a smile, signaling for you to continue. You give one last peck on his nose before rising up to hover over his needy cock. Grabbing him lightly and guiding him towards your entrance you rub him against your clit making you both shudder from the friction then, you line him up and sink down. The initial stretch of his shaft made you wince a bit but nothing you couldn't power through. Amajiki throws his head back and let's out a breathy and loud moan, chest rising up and down heavily, it felt even better than your throat. You on the other hand are also in pure ecstasy, his cock filling you up in all the right places, hot, and throbbing inside you. Placing your hands on his chest to balance yourself while you adjust to him and experimentally grind down taking him in further.

"Feel good Jiki?" You moan, he tilts his head back up, looking flushed and tired.

"Y-yeah" he gulps nervously

"I-it feels really good. S-so warm" he added before throwing his head back again, completely engulfed in pleasure.

Without warning you start to bounce on him slowly at first and then eventually you start putting all your weight into it, slamming down on his cock full force. If you were to have it your way, he'd be behind you giving it to you full force, but you honestly don't think he could handle the task of giving just yet. He was just a shy boy with a big dick who didn't know how to use it. Besides, you kind of liked the new dominating position of being on top. It also suited Amajiki better being at the bottom. Keeping at a steady pace still you slow down to change to a grinding motion, trying to keep him as deeply seated within you as possible. Really taking your time in feeling how deep and hot he is inside you. Now you were the one whining and squirming to cum but having to do all the work yourself and getting tired quickly it was hard to focus on getting there. Making small adjustments to your posture and arching to angle him against your g spot better and crying out a high-pitch moan when it finally hit. Sending a deep tingle straight into your stomach and melting you on his cock. Letting your head fall back and now grinding at an agonizing slow place for the both of you, panting heavily as you relish in the sweet feeling.

Mid way riding you notice Amajiki starting to lose focus on enjoying it and getting too far into his head. He looked so tense and unsure what to do this far into fucking. His arms were awkwardly at his side, unaware of where to place them. Eyes frantically searching for a place to look whenever he thinks he's been staring at one spot for too long. You had to cut him some slack at least for being a virgin but you wanted him to enjoy himself, not worry about what he's doing wrong or right. Moving your hands from his chest you glide them up to his shoulders and then behind his neck to get him to focus on you more than his thoughts.

"Ya know, you're super cute, and you look so adorable when I ride you" you start, Amajiki trying hard to focus on your words.

"And your dick feels amazing, kinda honored to be the first to sit on it" He's quickly red in the face again and not sure how to respond either. No one's ever talked to him before in this manner and he never thought he'd be in a situation like this. However you still try to get him to respond and interact.

"Your face is so pink and flustered haha, is it cause of my tits in your face?" Still silent, you watch him switch between staring at your face and tits.

"You can suck on em if ya want? I know you wanna." You gesture to him, only to get him silent and blushing again.

Getting frustrated you stop riding and sit perfectly still, feeling his cock throb inside you making you beam with pride at how far you've pushed him into the deep end. Grabbing his chin to look up at you instead of your tits and you could see the yearning in his eyes to let go.  You lean forward slowly sliding off his cock making him whimper slightly under your hold. Only being an inch away from his lips you give him a devilish smirk.

"Although it is so cute You don't have to be so shy around me."

You lean forward even more, and you glide your other hand up his stomach and chest making him shiver. Only his tip is in still and the little noises he is making from desperation were just too cute for you to handle. Your lips are now an inch away from his ear and you give a cute giggle before continuing your sentence. Amajiki was trembling at this point.

"You do have me bouncing on your cock, don't you? Do whatever your mind wants and let go. Trust me you'll enjoy it more than you are now"

You lean back suddenly, falling back onto his aching cock pulling a moan from both of you. You resume bouncing slightly on his dick again before suddenly feeling hands wrap around you and jerk you forward towards Amajiki. His face is now full of your tits and he's in heaven. First kissing all over them and squeezing them firmly but trying not to hurt you. Then kept all his attention on your hard buds. Licking and sucking on them with an occasional bite here and there.

You'd never expected him to love tits so much.

"God your so good at this Jiki. You sure this is your first?" You moan out, trying to give a little laugh, one hand tangled in his hair while the other rests on his knee for support while he leans into your chest.

While still sucking on your nipple you can feel one of his hand starts to creep around to your ass and give a squeeze, surprising you with the sudden confidence from him.

"You seem to be warming up now huh?" you ask and he gives your nipple a tug gently with his teeth as a response.

From there on Amajiki wasn't so shy. He let his hands roam all over your body, groping your ass, gripping your hips, and squeezing your tits. Reaching up to snake a hand to the back of your neck and kissing you much harder than when you gently kissed him. Even going as far as guiding you with his other hand to stay at his desired pace becoming a bit greedy. You guide his hand that was on your neck to your cunt, putting his palm on your stomach and positioning his thumb right over your clit. Guiding him at first to get an idea of what to do and he caught on quickly, enjoying the way you start writhing on top of him and clenching around him. Not only did it bring you pleasure but the way it made you squeeze around him made it seem more like it was for him and didn't plan to stop rubbing your clit any time soon.

You however, were near finishing and his continuous play with your clit was becoming almost too much to handle. Breaths for you became quick and short with pitchy loud moans and your sure the girl next door to you can hear. Without warning Amajiki pushed harder on your clit making you wail out and kick your feet at the over stimulating feeling. Your stomach feels suddenly tight and the warm tingle in your cunt becomes intense. Between him guiding your hips and abusing your clit it all becomes too much too quickly so you try to slow him down

"H-hey" You gulp, voice sounding hoarse, he didn't even acknowledge you. Still rubbing harsh circles and slamming your hips down.

"T-tamaki, I-I...I-m about to-" But before you could finish your sentence your orgasm took over making you fall towards Amajiki. Quickly pulling his hand away from your hip and clit letting you go limp, becoming slightly concerned at your current state thinking he possibly hurt you. Your moans turned into gasps and strings of slurred words not even you could understand. Still trying your best to ride him your body twitches and hips jerk having trouble keeping a steady motion. When the intense feeling subsides, you lay on top of him with closed eyes to rest for a moment before getting back to riding him. His ear it full of your cute little breathy moans, trying hard to regulate your breathing to get some words out.

"Holy fuck" You breathed out while laughing.

"Y-your okay? R-right?" Amajiki chimed in, snapping you out of your daze

"Im perfectly fine Jiki, you just made me cum thats all" you giggle, peppering kisses along his neck

"I-i made you cum?" he almost sounded shocked, and you even kind of were too since you didn't plan on cumming this early. You sit up and move your hands to the side of his head, placing them on the back of the couch to use as grip in a moment.

"Mmmhm, now its your to cum" you say, giving him a smirk before pushing back down onto him. His eyes go wide, forgetting about that next part.

Your quick to start up a brutal pace again, using the back of the futon as leverage to really put all your weight into each bounce. He didn't have much longer to last and you could tell by how squirmy he was getting like before when you sucked him off. His breathing also getting hard to maintain and moaning like no other. You'd purposely clench around him to push him closer to the edge and to watch his face contort from the intense pleasure. Switching from bouncing to grinding you lean forward a little to get closer to his face, staring deeply into his eye, drinking up his fucked out face.

"You're going to get o-off right? I-i think im...i-m going to cum soon" He stutters out, throwing his head back at the end, he can't see it but you have a devilish smile plastered to your face.

"mmmmm, nope" the moment the word left your mouth Amajiki's head came flying back up with wide eyes

"W-what!? B-but i'll..i'll get it in you a-and i don't think t-that'll be good, d-dont you think y/n?" and there he goes reverting right back to his shy and nervousness.

"Thats like, the whole point. Come on Jiki it'll be okay, just fill me up. I wanna feel your cum deep in me so badly" You whine at his comment, this is literally what you've been wanting this whole time and the fact that he didn't even want to give it to you made you start pouting slightly.

"N-no p-please y/n I-i don't think I should do that. I-i'll do it in your mouth, j-just...please?" He begged. You immediately start pouting and picking your pace up to finish him off inside you quicker.

"B-but..you said that you'll do it anywhere else" you give him a pouty face, trying hard to look displeased knowing that he'll do anything to not disappoint you.

Without another word from him except for whines and whimpers you continue grinding down on him, making sure he's as deep as possible with in you. Giving your best performance possible you could tell it had the desired effect you wanted because he could not keep still or keep quiet, and he once again started trying to push you off his lap. That only made you go harder knowing how close he was to spilling it all inside you, you might cum again just thinking about it. Remembering your hero training you plant yourself firmly on the futon and brace yourself for the onslaught of pushing to come soon from Amajiki.

"y/n p-please, i-i don't want to cum in you" he was begging you at this point, it was only cute to you.

"Come on I know ya wanna, don't you wanna breed my little pussy? Make it yours? Ever since ive met you it's all ive been thinking about" you say in the best seductive tone you had, leaning down towards his face now, putting all your weight on top of him to hold him down. Biting your lip seductively as you stare into his pleading eyes. As much as Amajiki wanted to stop and not cum in you something in the way you spoke and move just wouldn't let him fully regain control and pull you off. He knew it was wrong in so many ways but he couldn't find the strength to do anything but enjoy it. He was harshly gripping your hips, ready to yank you off if needed but It all just felt too good for him.

"I'd love nothing more than to walk around Campus with Tamaki Amajiki's cum dripping down my thighs. Please Jiki? Pretty please?" you whisper into his ear and he cries out

"Fuck n-no no no!" before releasing all inside you, his body betraying him and jerking up into you for more. He gave one last loud moan before whining at the fact that he just came in you, giving another failed attempt to weakly push you off even though it was too late.

You shiver at how warm his cum is and how much there was of it. You could feel little drops leaking out and sliding down your thighs. Dipping your head into his neck to catch your breath from all the work and he was to catching his while coming down from his first intense high. Finally giving up on trying to get you off he let his hands rest on your thighs while you pepper more kisses on his neck and face and cockwarm his soften cock, trying to keep all his cum plugged in you. You both lay together for a moment to rest before unsticking yourself from his sweaty chest to look down at him breathing heavily, still shocked at what just happened.

"I-I...cant believe I just did that" he groaned covering his face with his hands from either shame or embarrassment. Probably both you assumed. You take his hands off his face to reveal him blushing again, making you giggle.

" Yep, ya sure did cutie and I really enjoyed it" You smile before leaning in to kiss him. He hesitated at first but eventually leaned into it, closing his eyes and following your movements.

After a minute you pull away and start slowly lifting yourself off of him, making him produce tiny sounds, he was probably still sensitive. When you were fully standing you took a moment to regain balance before grabbing your soiled shorts and wiping yourself between your legs a bit. Amajiki still sat in the same spot on the futon and just watched you clean up, not really sure what to do after sex. He was indeed messy and needed new clothes but walking to his dorm wasn't an option. He couldn't take the chance of letting anyone see your drool all over the front of his pants and his now sweaty shirt, he must avoid any type of embarrassment. He's snapped out of his thoughts when you toss a pair of gym sweats for him to change into. He unfolds them and looks at them in surprise that you even have anything that would be wearable for him. He thanks you and quickly changes out of his dirty sweats to the new ones. Now sitting awkwardly on the couch he watches you put on another pair of shorts and tank top before you sit back down next to him ready to go to bed and possibly snuggle.

"Could I uuhh....i-is there possibly a clean shirt I could wear? T-this one's a bit gross" He asked, already back to his shy nature, but you didn't mind, it was your favorite thing about him.

"Here just take your shirt off and sleep shirtless tonight, unless you wanna wear a crop top" You joke before grabbing the hem of his shirt and tugging it off him. You throw it in your dirty clothes pile and then grab the pillow and blanket you tossed aside earlier, setting them up on the futon for the both of you. You lay down first and then motion him to lay down behind you. Even if you both just fucked he still felt vulnerable being shirtless and shy with human touch but that wasn't stopping you when you huffed and reached up for his hand to pull him down next to you.

"Come on Jiki I wanna snuggle" You pout, he notices your eagerness and obeys by laying behind you like you wanted. With the futon being so small as it was there was little to no room left between you the two of you.

"S-sorry, i've never done this before" He apologizes then hesitantly moves his arms around you to get comfy and find a comfortable cuddling position.

Before getting situated yourself you reach behind to give him another kiss and a loving smile, making him blush and also smile back. When both of you are finally settled down and comfy you can't help but smile with glee that your plan worked on Amajiki. You giggle at the fact that you got your way and was filled with his cum making you his,...........until you find another shy guy with a big dick.

[thebathatter]

Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: This might just be the most interesting boring party Tommy Shelby has ever been to.

Authors Note: This was written for @notyour-valentine 1k Follower celebration using the prompt "An inappropriate giggle" which is so cute! I hope I managed to do this prompt justice. I went a little to hard so I hope its not too long. This is like my second fic ever but I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope y'all like it! Sorry in advance for any mistakes you encounter bc no beta. Anywhoo Once again Congratulations on such a huge milestone! Enjoy!

p.s I named her Lucy bc I had "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" on repeat lol

A Funny Girl

Thomas Micheal Shelby was a man of many talents, he was rather good with words, a natural leader, and a savvy businessman, seemingly all one needed to successfully run a company and intermingle with England's high society. Oh, how wrong he was, for all his many talents Tommy Shelby has yet to master the deplorable art of small talk.

Attending parties has suddenly become an integral part of his job. Charity parties, dinner parties, company parties, derby parties, the whole lot of them all the same high and mighty lords and those cowards from the cavalry and decorated upper-class ladies talking about everything and nothing. Granted they would once in a while say something with some merit but the instances were few and far in between, and it certainly was not worth the side glances he would get from the men or the overwhelming sound of the ladies giggling and not so subtly commenting on his bachelor status.

“I certainly think that is a cause worth supporting, don't you think so Mr.Shelby?” a high-pitched voice shook him from his thoughts. Shit! What is this woman's name Lady Beabroke? What were they talking about? Better to just go on with it

“Of course, noble indeed. Where would I need to inquire about donating?” he asks politely hoping his voice does not sound as dazed as he felt.

“Why I believe Lord Walker’s secretary handles all their donations isn't that right sir?” Lady Beabroke continues addressing the well-dressed plump man standing across from them.

“Ah yes, my niece! I am afraid she is late again as I have not seen her but once she makes an appearance I will make sure to point her out to you Mr.Shelby we are very grateful for any contribution, children are the future after all.” Lord Walker says a deep chuckle all proud and smiling way too much for someone as serious as a Lord. If Tommy still believed in Father Christmas he might have mistaken Lord Walker for him.

Tommy politely excuses himself for a moment to walk towards a waiter holding a tray with champagne glasses hoping the alcohol would hold him over until dinner, he doesn't make it 3 feet before he is ambushed by pearls and giggles.

“Oh, Mr.Shelby I am so glad you were able to make it tonight” says Lady Owen the organizer of the event, her husband is a betting man, and never seems to have any luck with the horses. 

“Yes Mr. Shelby you’re a delight indeed” Lady Madison continues in an overly sweet voice almost making him cringe “ Why you should've brought your darling brothers! I would love to meet them, rumor has it they're as handsome as you!” Both women break into delicate practiced laughter. 

“You lovely ladies are too kind,” he says, giving them a side smile. It must have the right effect as both women seem charmed enough.

A loud laugh interrupts whatever intelligent conversation the women were about to regale him with next, which causes them all three to turn towards the entrance of the grand hall.

“ I am fine, it's just a little water sir! I needed a shower anyways ” a female voice says just as a young woman in a green dress walks into the hall with a waiter holding a small hand towel up to her which she gratefully takes. She is more or less dry, her exposed arms are littered with droplets and he notices her trendy bobbed hair is slightly damp as she rubs the towel up and down both of her arms, the whole time smiling and giggling at herself.

“Ah that must be Lord Walker's niece,” Lady Madison says “Heard she is quite a… funny girl, she comes from America you see”

“Uncle!” she excitedly yells once she spots him among the crowd attracting everyone's attention “Oops excuse me that was loud! As you were everyone” she continues walking to her equally smiley Uncle who embraces her in a bear hug before looking her over and laughing once again both seemingly finding it hilarious that she showed up to this high-class party in such a state.

“Americans never change, do they? So loud! Also, look at her dress, it almost hits her knees how indecent!” said Lady Owens judgemental voice quipped sounding incredibly scandalized “Oh my she’s coming this way”

Indeed she was. The young woman was merrily making her way toward them this time with a small folder in her hand. 

“Good evening! You must be Mr. Shelby, my Uncle has told me a good deal about you” she said offering her hand for him to shake. He was at a loss for a second as he’d often heard ladies don't shake hands but recovered quickly and extended his own gently shaking her smaller hand. Her skin was soft yet not without a certain roughness to it, definitely not an idle lady that sits all day for tea and gossip and her grip was firm and full of confidence, she's done this before then. She made eye contact with him the whole time offering a sweet smile, her gaze was soft and relaxed. He was not used to not seeing people with their guard up and this girl was an open book, it almost startled him to see someone bare it all without a care in the world.

“Thank you so much for inviting us Lady Owens, it's a lovely party” she turned to the hostess politely. 

“I was beginning to think you would not show up Ms.Walker '' Lady Owens replied tensely, pointedly ignoring Ms. Walker's gratitude “A little more and you would've missed dinner. Would you like to use the upstairs to freshen up?” Ah, there it was the unique passive aggressiveness of the upper class.”

“I am truly sorry for my lateness it's too easy to get turned around in a city like yours and don’t worry about me Lady Owens I’m sure it's not the first time your guests have seen wet hair with this dreary weather you have here in London,” she says with a polite smile Good save Tommy thinks she was not rude but she did not take it on the chin either. Ms.Walker turned back to him and took a breath to start speaking when she was rudely interrupted by Lady Owens 

“As I was saying Mr.Shelby your eyes are truly magnificent isn't that right Lady Madison” 

“Why I do believe they the bluest I have ever seen”

“That is very kind of you, My Lady” Tommy replied, wondering if he was starting to feel embarrassed.

“See Mr.Shelby I have a daughter, she’s a bit younger than you but she's a pretty thing, very good background and very obedient” Lady Owens continued 

“All of this is terribly interesting Lady Owens but in order not to waste more time,” Ms.Walker started “Mr.Shelby my uncle has instructed me to give you more information regarding our foundation it can all be found in these documents along with our office address here in London I would love to take you on a tour of our facilities so you can make an informed decision on whether or not you decide to partner with us”  

He admired the way she politely took over the conversation and enjoyed Lady Owen's baffled look at being so suddenly stopped mid-conversation handing him the folder she turned to the ladies and said “Well ladies I won’t take any more of your time you can get back to your obedient daughter and Mr.Shelby's dreamy blue eyes” she looked at him and winked  teasingly before gracefully walking back to her uncle.

“Well she is certainly forward, isn't she? Modern women, no wonder they can't find suitable husbands I heard they call them charity girls” Lady Owens said scornfully

“Charity girls?” Lady Madison asked suddenly very intrigued at the chance to hear some new gossip 

“Oh, I can barely make myself repeat it,” Lady Owens said, putting her jeweled hand to her chest seemingly steading herself “You know working girls Mary? Well a charity girl does what working girls do without charge”

Lady Madison gasped and held her hand to her chest “Oh my”

Both had seemingly forgotten Tommy was standing there with them utterly bored of their little exchange. He turned to see Ms. Walker standing next to her uncle talking to Lord Madison who seemed to be charmed by her, both exchanged a couple of laughs before Madison nodded and he shook hands with her Uncle presumably making a deal. Working girl or not, she is good at her job.

Once dinner was served Thomas found himself sitting next to Ms.Walker and after a toast to the king they started to eat, chatter filling the large hall.

“So did she get the date?

“Excuse me,” Tommy said as he turned to look directly at her 

“Lady Owen’s obedient daughter. Did she land a date with your magnificent blue eyes Mr.Shelby ?” The last sentence was said in a fake London accent, gaudy and posh imitating Lady Madison. Tommy did not know how to react. No one in these events ever spoke to him so casually or in such a direct manner before.

“No” he finally replied 

“Shame” she responded “you know when she first started talking I thought she was trying to sell you a dog”

That made Thomas almost choke on his champagne. She just says whatever comes to mind eh? he thought.

“I mean good background and very obedient. I was thinking about a greyhound or something. Guess not, just her human daughter” she turned and smirked this time her eyes were mischievous. It reminded him of the look Finn gave them when he would think no one knew he was smoking cigarettes in the garden.

“But hey I am a modern woman, I drink, I smoke, I dance the Charleston, no chance of finding a husband with pretty blue eyes for me” 

“You heard that” his brows furrowed. For some reason, he felt a tinge in his chest at the thought of her taking what those old hags said about her seriously.

“Oh they never say anything you are not meant to hear at these parties” she replied calmly smiling back at him “It only serves as a reminder that my life is more fun than hers”

He had never really thought about it like that. Money always meant freedom and power but fun? No, fun had never really crossed his mind.

“It almost makes me feel bad for Lady Owens” she continues 

“Why is that?” Tommy started now engaged in the most entertaining conversation of the night.

“Even though she is a literal charity girl I doubt she’s had a good lay in a while”  

Thomas' couldn't help but snort before his face fell “I am sorry you had to hear that. It's none of their business”

“Don’t trouble yourself about it Mr.Shelby it's not like you said it” She said calmly “Not the first time and not the last time someone will call me that I can assure you, the upper class is an uptight bunch but seeing them scandalized is always very entertaining”

“You got that right, love” he replies going back to his food “Call me Tommy” 

“I’m Lucy,” she says and he turns around to find her already looking at him. She smiles sweetly and he finds himself returning it. Her cheeks blush a little, must be the champagne.

“A toast to my lovely wife” Lord Owen's booming voice is heard from the head of the table “Who organized this lovely evening and whose big heart encourages us to give to those most in need” 

Everyone raised their glass before Lord Owens continued “And of course, we must include my wife’s fellow charity girls who are always willing to help her spread joy and kindness.”

Lucy turned to look at him immediately they managed to hold it together for a second before they dissolved into laughter. Lord Owens was significantly confused and his wife was going red in the face either in anger for their inappropriate reaction or her husband's seemingly innocent comment having a double meaning he was ignorant to.

Quickly composing herself Lucy spoke first “I deeply apologize, Lord Owens. Mr. Shelby is more charming than I gave him credit for” she motioned to him placing her hand on his arm gently ignoring the scandalized and judgemental stares from the ladies sitting across from them.

Lord Owens most definitely already under the calm fog of alcohol simply smiled “No apology needed Ms.Wilson. We were young once too”

Once dinner was through the guests started to slowly dissipate as their cars were brought towards the front. 

“Well Tommy I thank you for a truly entertaining dinner” Lucy spoke as they both waited for their cars away from the rest of the guests 

“You should be thanking Lord Owens and his charity girls” Tommy replied while lighting a cigarette feeling rejuvenated as he inhaled the smoke tasting the tobacco. His reply coaxed another pretty laugh from her, shoulders shaking with mirth. He stared at her lips, the rouge that  lay on top of them almost gonet but they seemed soft and that cheerful smile that decorated her soft features creating a very alluring picture.

“Tommy?” she called. Shit, she caught me, he thought. Her mischievous eyes were back and seemingly hypnotized him as he barely registered her movements as she took the cigarette from his mouth and brought it to hers gently inhaling as she looked directly at him. She exhaled and then moved to put his cigarette back in his still-open mouth. Lucy then proceeded to caress the side of his face before bringing him down to her height to gently kiss his cheek. 

Tommy looked deeply into her eyes when she pulled back still holding his face. “What was that for eh?”

“Charity,” she said teasingly before caressing his face. She started making her way to the front when he grabbed her hand. “See you around?” he asked, suddenly nervous, not sure why. Lucy squeezes his hand before saying “Not if I see you first” giving him one last wink before joining her uncle. 

Tommy takes his cigarette from his lips and catches a glimpse of a slight lipstick stain around it where his lips had just been. He lets out a slight chuckle as he looks at the starry night sky. 

A funny girl indeed. 

[enchantinglyjade]

✩ I Can Dream About You ✩ Part 1

Sebastian Kydd x OC

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Warning: Swearing Note: Y'all I'm so excited to start working on new stories(I will not be abandoning Milk & Honey BTW). But I have so many new ideas I'm excited to share. Hope you enjoy!

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Castlebury High School.

I hate it here.

Honestly, I wish I would have just gotten bullied, at least that way I'd have proof someone actually saw me, but instead, I was invisible.

I was a nobody.

When people passed me in the halls, it's like they'd just look right through me.

I was a ghost, haunting the halls in my first year of high school.

But then, Donna saw me.

She saw me sitting at the lunch tables eating alone like I had always done. She felt bad for me, invited me to her table, offered me a spot in her circle, promised me the world. She trained me, taught me how to do makeup, dress nice, sneak out of class without my parents ever finding out. I felt confident and beautiful. People finally started looking in my direction.

But not at me, at her.

Not that I would have known the difference most of the time anyway.

Now, I'm invisible with a leader.

I fell for it. Fell for her dirty tricks and lies. I was vulnerable and she played me like a stack of cards. She thought my ghostliness would be useful to her. She had me doing all of her dirty work that the Jens were too sloppy to accomplish. She'd make me fake her mom's voice to call her in and out of school, steal blush and lipstick for her at our local beauty store, and sit on lookout while she and her newest boy toy did unspeakable things in the locker rooms.

All in exchange for what? A chance to stand within a 4 foot distance from the princess?

Donna is the most popular, prettiest girl in school, and I let her manipulate me into her perfect little minion.

I tell myself at least I'm not a band geek, but every day that passes, I can only envy them. I bet they have so much more fun than me. I can't imagine being allowed to be openly smart and talented under Donna's shadow. Damn, I wish I was a band geek.

After 3 long years of pink lipstick, hair ratting, and wearing the most horrendous of neon colors, senior year became upon us.

I'm 18 now. Graduation is so close I can practically taste freedom. 9 more months and I'll finally be able to kiss this school goodbye for good and never think about anyone here ever again.

But then he showed up.

Sebastian, the bad boy, transfer student. He practically drips with charisma and experience, and quickly became the knew 'it' guy of the school that everyone drools over. Donna, of course, had to have him.

"Ooo, check out the new hottie." Donna blurts out, twirling her hair and smacking her gum, watching as a few boys from the football team talk to him. "He's perfect. You guys are gonna help me get him."

I admit, he is gorgeous, but he isn't anyone special either, just another asshole trying to be the next cool, popular kid.

Guess I can't say much, that's basically what reeled me in, but at least I'm aware of my own shallowness.

"How are we gonna do that?" Jen 1 asks.

"I'll think of something, don't worry." She says scheming in that evil head of hers. "Come." She waves for us to follow in her direction and the 3 of us do so like the good little pets we are. She struts over, purposely putting an extra sway in her hips as she passes Sebastian, earning her a glance from him and the entire student body present in that area. She smiles, wiggling her perfectly pink polished fingers at him, before continuing forward without a second care in the world.

I follow only a few feet behind her and the Jens. For a moment, I peek up to see if this Sebastian guy really fell for such an old trick in the book, to see if he really is the chump Donna thinks he is.

When my head rises, I accidentally make direct eye contact with him. He nods as a greeting to me, causing my lids to widen. I've never had anyone look at me before, I'm almost shocked that he can even see me.

Self conscious, I turn away, awkwardly pacing back over to my designated clique.

I can't believe he looked at me. For that long too. And after Donna!

I shake my thoughts away, following Donna into our next period. Maybe he's just desperate, looking for anything with legs. If he's looking in my direction he must be EXTREMELY desperate. What a pig!

Lucky for me, I soon find out I have the privilege of sharing American History with the new king and queen of the school.

Donna, of course, snatches the seat right next to Sebastian. I settle for 2 rows behind her, close enough that she can call if she needs an extra swipe of lipstick, but far away enough that I won't be in direct line of her bullshit or flirting.

The teacher goes on and on about boring nonsense while the class quickly wallows into sleep.

Donna taps her pencil on her desk with boredom, eyeing the man candy next to her with a gleaming smirk. When the teacher turns his back, she leans over towards Sebastian's desk. "Love the jacket. It's so vintage!" She whispers, gracefully gliding her hand up the sleeve of his jacket.

He turns his head in surprise, but chuckles at her actions. "Thanks. My dad's."

A week goes by of shadowing Donna as she works her magic and yet he still hasn't taken a hint. Her frustration only built up everyday that he denied her advances, which only meant it's been a week of hell for The Jens and I.

For a moment, I'm impressed. I had hope. Maybe he wasn't a pig after all. I mean, it didn't take most guys a week to catch on to Donna's clues and definitely didn't take them that long to ask on their own, unless they were insanely out of her league and intimidated, which he is clearly not. I thought, maybe he's a guy that respects himself and has actual standards. Or better yet, maybe he wants something stable and long term.

But eventually, my hopes were diminished.

On my way to third period, I walk straight into them talking in the dark art hallway in the basement. It doesn't take a genius to see how private this area would be to 'talk'.

Guess he doesn't wait long to start getting busy.

I mutter an apology to them, and while avoiding Donna's glare for my interruption, I quickly scurry away.

"I'll catch up with you later, Donna."

"Alright, 'Bastian. Don't miss me too much."

'Bastian'. Please, I'm gonna be sick. They already have nicknames for each other? They've only known each other for a week! What kind of weird, phony, bullsh-

"Hey."

My soul nearly jumps out of my body. I twist my neck to see Sebastian jogging in my direction, before stopping in front of me. "You dropped this."

Is he... talking to me?

I stay frozen, hoping to stay out of the way of whoever he is talking to. However, when I notice he doesn't move, I glance over my shoulders, desperately trying to find the person that should be answering to him.

"I'm talking to you." He chuckles.

When I turn back towards him, I find out he is in fact talking to me. He holds his arm out, an English notebook in hand with my doodles plastered all over the cover. I shyly take it from him, stuffing it in my arms with the rest of my books, and when I thank him our eyes lock for only a second time since I've known him.

His stare puts shivers straight down my spine. He really does have some beautiful, blue eyes. But before I allow myself to see anymore of him, I spin on my toes speeding towards my class.

"Hey, wait up! Where ya headed?" He says, jogging back over to my side.

I swallow, voice dry and groggy from being inactive most hours of the day. "Art."

Unfortunately, he continues to walk the same direction as me. "I have art too. Funny. Never noticed you in there."

I sigh. Just another confirmation about how much of a ghost I am. "Most don't." I mutter under my breath, pushing open the art room door and sitting at my seat near the back of the class.

Much to my dismay, Sebastian takes the seat next to me, slamming down his bag next to my leg. I take in a deep breath, ignoring the fact that I can practically feel him looking at me, before reaching over to dig through my backpack for my sketchbook.

When I place it down on the table in front of me, he speaks. "So...You a Jen? I've noticed you follow Donna around most everywhere."

Why is he talking to me? None of Donna's exes ever bothered to get to know the Jens, let alone me, so what does he want? Is he some sort of psychopath? Maybe he's gonna try and manipulate everyone into thinking he's some great guy so we won't think he's a suspect when Donna's body gets discovered on the news or something...

I adjust myself in my seat, scooching over an inch away from him. "No, I'm an Alex."

"Alex." He repeats slowly in a way that makes heat rise to my cheeks. I guess I never really heard anyone but teachers say it. Damn, I really am a loser, aren't I? "I could tell you were different, you seem like you have an actual personality... and awareness."

A small grin appears on my face from his comment, but I quickly force my cheeks back down. He's a psychopath, remember!

Just when I think he's finally leaving me alone, he leans over the table in an attempt to peek at my face beneath my hair, but I snap my head away and hide myself behind my hand. What is he doing? Why is he so weird!? Stop perceiving me!

"Aw come on, don't be like that. I saw that smile. No need to be so serious and guarded." My smile can't help but creep back just a little bit. I lower my hand peering curiously, but suspiciously at him over my fingertips. He leans back in his chair, lip curling when he meets my gaze for a third time. "You know, Alex, you don't seem too bad."

I drop my hand now, nervously fumbling with the rings in my sketchbook while my stomach flutters with butterflies. Donna really bagged a weirdo this time, and why is it affecting me? "Thanks...?"

With that, the bell rings and the teacher begins giving out instructions. While she speaks, I flip open my sketchbook and make a few last scribbles and smudges on my last drawing before we move on to a new exercise.

Sebastian slaps his forearms down obnoxiously loud and forcefully against the table, causing the whole thing to shake as he does so. I pull my pencil away just in time before it smears down a dark and unerasable line on the page from his movement, then clench my teeth as I watch him inch closer to me and my paper. "So, why aren't you taking a class with Donna? Aren't you supposed to be bodyguarding her every move."

I take a pause, ensuring he isn't going to move again, before gently touching the pencil back down on the paper. One of the Jens is in Math with her right now, assuming she's not skipping. Donna wouldn't get caught dead on this side of the school, art is my time. "Only moment of peace I get."

He bites his lips together in thought before he smacks his hands down onto the table, pounding out some sort of rhythm, and once again making me pause my drawing due to the shaking.

With a deep and annoyed grumble, I place my pencil down entirely. I'm going to get nowhere with him near, I might as well just succumb to a conversation with him. "Didn't peg you as the art type." I say, dryly.

His head snaps back quick in my direction, surprised that I spoke up. "Oh, I'm not. Required. Didn't know you could draw." He says leaning over onto my side of the table once again, eyes glossing over my still unfinished sketch. "Wow. That's amazing." He says in awe.

Let me guess, he's so bad at drawing that he can't even draw a circle or a stick figure?

"I can't even draw a stick figure." He exclaims on cue.

Typical. I never get spoken to much, but one thing I can always count on people to talk about is my artwork. But every time it's always the same line.

I roll my eyes, placing my head in my hand and mindlessly scratch at the wood chipping on the edge of the table. "I'm sure you can't."

He scoffs out a laugh, simultaneously furrowing his brows. "What? You think I'm some jock or something?"

Not what I was going for but, "Might as well be."

He nods slowly, humming to himself while he sits back in his chair.

He doesn't say another word to me until the bell's ringing to dismiss us. "It was nice talking to you," as he walks out of the classroom.

6 words. 6 simple words that leave my mind jumbled all night on their meaning. Was he being genuine or sarcastic? Had I said something wrong? Made a bad first impression? I knew I shouldn't have said that last thing. I'm such an idiot. But most importantly, why do I can so much? It's not like he's ever going to talk to me again regardless.

Though, even that would be proven wrong. 

The next day at school, I see him again. It's one of those glorious times Donna decides to be too cool for school.

He's at one end of the hallway, I at the other. He strides down the hall like it's a runway, looking to charm anyone that dares to glance his way. He could mesmerize anyone he wants with that charisma of his and it nearly gets me every time, to the point that I've grown concerned over my sanity.

I grip the backpack straps on my shoulder as he comes closer and closer, unsure if I should bother looking to greet him. He probably forgot who I am already. It'd be embarrassing if I waved at him.

To my surprise, he waves first. "Hey, Alex." He enunciates, making sure I know he's talking to me.

I'm taken aback at first, but I wave back, barely having enough time to smile before he's already passed me by.

That one interaction was enough to leave my stomach swarming with light and bubbly feelings. My heart pounded loudly for him from that day forward and I just knew I was destined for trouble and disappointment.

He's Donna's, she made that very clear from day one, and she always gets what she wants.

I need to get rid of these feelings as quickly as I can, but life is never that easy, is it?