#ew time passing too fast

[lilpaigeywbb]

⟡꒰ addicted to you ꒱⟡

➜ summary: paige is your drug dealer but it turns into more

➜ warnings: drugs, addiction, mentions of od, smut (r receiving), first person (ew), takes place during college but p isn’t on the basketball team bc that’s unrealistic that she’d be dealing while being a pro athlete yk

➜ pairing: drug dealer!paige/uconn x reader

➜ authors note: idfk why i added angst it was unnecessary

-part two

it started with a text.��

my original dealer had moved out of the state, so i needed to find a new one. luckily, one of my friends knew someone at uconn who was a dealer. her name was paige and she only dealt to her friends and people she knew, including my friend. i got a text from paige a few hours after my friend told me about her.

paige: yo heard u lookin for sum me: yeah, what do u have? paige: what DONT i have

that was the start. 

it began with her giving me weed. whether it was carts or blunts, she always had something for me. she started referring to my pen as ‘the penguin’ whenever i was sad. she’d be like, “aye, at least you got your penguin, huh?” or “that penguin gon’ make you feel better, though.” i made it her contact name.

then it became edibles. first the 10 mg wylds. the sour cherry one was good but it wasn’t strong enough so she recommended the brand devour. they were sour gummy strips and were 300 mg which she said was a lot. “don’t take too much. maybe a quarter at a time because that shit is strong.”

maybe i should’ve listened because the night when i took two whole strips, i ended up in the hospital.

i called 9/11 myself because i thought i was dying. after that, i didn’t talk to paige for weeks. i knew it wasn’t her fault because she told me not to take too much. she warned me and it was my fault for not listening. she stopped by my dorm though. she apologized, she cried, i cried, and then we fell asleep on my couch.

a few months later, i started buying from her again. it was the wylds again - i was too scared to take the other ones but it wasn’t about the drugs anymore. i would text her, asking about edibles, even though i still had so many left. i just needed an excuse to see her. 

it went from asking to drugs when i didn’t need or want any to just asking her if she was around and wanted to come over. she always came, a smirk on her face like she knew i didn’t actually want drugs. she never commented on it, though. she just sat in silence with me or talked about anything and everything. it was a sort of peace that i don’t think either of us had in our everyday lives. 

i started to notice the little things about paige. the freckles on her nose and the way she always smelled like expensive cologne, how she never sat on the far end of the couch - always close. i noticed how her fingers felt when they brushed against mine while passing a dome, how her voice always softened when i was having a bad day, how she strived to make me smile.

we were more than just a plug and her usual customer, we were friends. maybe we were even more than that. i didn’t want the drugs anymore, i wanted paige. i wanted to hear her laugh, see her smile, wear her hoodies. everything i felt about her was more and it terrified me. there was a night when i fell asleep while she was over and i woke up to her on the bed next to me. her hoodie covered her face but her hand was gripping mine.

after that, i did more to make my feelings clear. i’d hug her longer, hold her hand, and ask her to go out to movies or grocery shopping with me. never once did she say no. eventually, i had a pile of her hoodies in my room and she kept a toothbrush in my bathroom. i didn’t ask what we were - i was scared of her answer. but then, last friday, we kissed. a real, disney movie kiss. we were laying in my bed high, talking about our childhoods when she told me she was gay. i told her i was too and then she kissed me. it was euphoric and that was when i knew i was in love with her. 

fast forward to today. paige was in my bed like usual, listening to her playlist on my speaker while hitting her peach ice dome. her head was on my shoulder, legs tangled with mine. the song apocolypse by c.a.s started playing and she whispered, “i want to feel this kind of love,” i smiled and nodded, my voice soft, “me too.”

this time, i kissed her, our lips colliding in a way that was slow and passionate. her vape fell from her hand, rolling onto the floor, her fingers clutching my her hoodie like if she let go, i’d disappear. she deepend the kiss with a soft sigh so i took the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth. she tasted like her dome and something almost cinnamony. i wrapped my arms around her neck and pressed against her as she fought me for dominance, almost as if she’d been waiting for this ever since we first met. maybe she had been.

she pulled back, just slightly, forehead leaning against mine. her voice was barely audible, but i felt it more than i heard it: “do you want me?” it was more vulnerable and soft than it was teasing. i felt the weight of her emotions through her words and knew she felt how i did. i nodded and whispered, “yeah,” right as sweater weather by the neighborhood started playing. she leaned in again, moving on top of me, and this time there was no rush. her nails scraped the sides of my neck as she kissed me, her tongue sliding against mine in a wet, passionate mess.

paige took her time undressing me. first my shirt, then my bra so she could kiss my breasts. she didn’t bite or leave marks, she just left soft kisses and licks. she kissed her way down my body, making sure that not one inch of skin went unworshipped. she slowly pulled her shirt off, revealing her black nike sports bra and broad shoulders. i knew she liked to work out but damn. she settled between my legs and pulled down my pajama pants, kissing the edge of my underwear and working her way down my thighs. i didn’t beg, i didn’t rush her. i let her take her time with me. every touch was electrifying. 

she pressed a soft kiss to my clothed pussy, looking up at me with her gorgeous blue eyes. “can i?” she asked, her voice soft and caring. i nodded breathlessly, a mix of love and lust in my eyes, “yeah… please.” she nodded, wasting no time to tug down my panties and toss them to the ground. she kissed my inner thighs and then pressed her lips ever-so-gently to my clit, earning a soft whimper from me.

“you’re so fucking beautiful…” she murmured before diving in. her tongue licked a stripe up my slit before circling my clit and sucking on it. i moaned softly, my hands falling to her head in a silent plea for her to stay there and she did. she continued to suck my clit before she ran her tongue to my entrance, getting a real and solid taste of me, moaning against my pussy, “you taste like heaven.”

my back arches off my bed, her hands on my hips to keep me in place. her mouth felt so good that i wanted to cry. nothing about this moment, right now, was anything short of passionate and loving. her mouth worshipped me, lapping up everything i had to offer. her nose flicked against my clit as she ate me out, her tongue pushing deeper and deeper into my cunt. my toes curled and i whispered, “i’m gonna cum.” she caressed my hip and murmured, “i know. cum for me, baby.”

so i did. my body rolled over the edge, cunt clenching around her tongue helplessly as i came. she fucked me through it, her tongue and lips slowing down at my pace. she kissed my clit gently a few times, making me whine from overstimulation but i didn’t push her away. i couldn’t. she looked up at me, her eyes holding a silent question and i just nodded. she kissed my thigh and moved up my body, calloused hand caressing my cheek.

“i love you,” paiged whispered. my heart raced and i felt a smile form on my lips. “i love you too.”

it started how it ended: with a text. 

penguin 🐧💞: hey, can i come ovr? me: yeah

i knew. of course i knew. when paige stepped into my dorm, she didn’t sit down. she didn’t kiss me. she looked at the floor and whispered, “i think we got in too deep.” her eyes were steady but her voice wasn’t. “so you don’t love me?” my voice was broken, the tears already falling. “of course i do. i just-” she didn’t finish. she didn’t have to. we were quiet for a while before she left, the door echoing behind her.

there were nights when i cried, nights when i was angry, and nights where i went back to the drugs to try and forget her. i would lay in bed and apocalypse would play and i could swear i felt her hand in mine but when i looked, there was no one there.

i still had the stack of hoodies she gave me that i’d wear when i got high. they still smelled like her - expensive cologne and peach ice. sometimes when it got hard, i could still hear her smooth voice whispering in my ear, “that penguin gon’ make it feel better, though.”

it never did. nothing, not even drugs, could replace her.

[jeeseth]

# NEVER MINE — daniela avanzini x f!reader

ᝰ.ᐟ to make your ex jealous, you strike a deal with your long-time-not-so rival, daniela avanzini — fake date until prom. the plan is to post couple pics, flirt in public, and pretend you’re head-over-heels. easy right? except, she’s really good at pretending. a little too good.

˖⋆࿐໋ ( fakebf!dani x f!rᥱᥲdᥱr ) ── .✦ you might wanna tune in < boyfriend by ariana.g > ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

⟡﹒ tᥲgs ﹐ ﹅ ⟢ fluff? non-idol au, college au, fake dating au, enemies to lovers au, fakeboyfriend!daniela, mention of the other katseye members, mention of yunjin from lesserafim, mention of tattoos, jealousy?, kissing, LOTS of pda, lowkey suggestive if you squint your eyes, lowercase intended, mens dni, grammatical errors .

( ˶°ㅁ°) !! a/n - i’m clearly hooked on writing about katseye. THESE GIRLS ARE TAKING OVER MY LIFE HELLO?? but i’m not complaining obviously. ever since the sophia story blew up i HAD to write for another members and i hoped yall enjoy this! i use grammar checkers. english nawt my first language can you blame me? anyway enjoy :P

your ex is glowing. and you absolutely hates it.

like, unfairly glowing — instagram filter level, post-breakup confidence, ‘just got a new girlfriend’ type of glowing. she’s tagged in a post that makes your heart skip and your stomach turn. a soft photo. coffee cups on a windowsill, your ex’s hand intertwined with someone else’s.

"soft mornings with her 🤍"

ew. you blink at the screen. it’s not that you want her back. well not really. it’s just that she moved on so fast like you didn’t even leave a dent.

you’re halfway through doom-scrolling her profile when someone passes by your library table and nudges your charger off the edge. you lunge for it and absolutely miss it — and it clatters to the floor near a familiar pair of worn converse. oh boy. your stomach drops.

daniela avanzini.

she picks up the charger, holds it between two fingers like it might actually bite her, and places it silently back on the table without even glancing at you.

"um thanks," you mutter, barely making eye contact with daniela.

she hums and walks away. excuse me but what? she just hums? literally no words. no acknowledgment. no you’re welcome or anything. huh. classic.

-

daniela avanzini is everything you can’t stand. effortlessly cool, quiet. the kind of girl who rarely post on social media, doesn’t raise her hand in lectures, doesn’t care if professors mispronounce her name. and somehow, everyone still knows who she is. it’s like she’s carved out this unreachable space on campus where people talk about her like a myth.

you’ve only had a few classes with her, but in your head and you’d never say this out loud but, she’s your rival.

you always come in second. every time you get a test back, her name is right above yours. every time you answer a question in class, her bored "actually…" cuts through the room two minutes later and leaves yours in the dust. and the worst part? you’re pretty convinced that she doesn’t even know your name.

later that day, your ex passes you in the quad. she doesn’t look at you, but her new girlfriend does — with the same kind of polite pity people reserve for wet dogs and forgotten leftovers. yucks.

you turn around a little too quickly, almost trip over a freaking skateboard, and catch yourself on a bench. your roommate’s (lara) words from last night come screaming back.

"girl honestly? you need to make her jealous. like, get a hot girlfriend. someone unexpected. someone she’ll definitely hate seeing you with."

you laughed at that time but now, you’re still stinging from your ex’s perfect instagram life, you glance across the quad and see her again. daniela.

sitting under a tree, one headphone in, legs stretched out like she owns the earth beneath her. reading a book you know she won’t even annotate because she remembers everything. the only person your ex could never figure out and the only person you could never beat.

you don’t even realize it but you’re walking until you’re standing right in front of her, your heart pounding loudly like you’re about to make the worst decision of your life.

she looks up slowly and blinks once, doesn’t even take out her headphone.

"i need a favour." you say breathlessly. are you nervous? in front of your rival? daniela doesn’t answer so you press on.

"i told my ex I’m dating someone, and i kind of said it was you." you manage to say in one single breath. you pray to god that daniela won’t hear how fast your heart is beating from nervousness.

there’s a pause. you expect her to laugh, or roll her eyes, or walk away like this conversation never happened. but she just stares at you like a weirdo.

"okay." she mutters and it definitely caught you by surprise.

"wait- what?" you blinks in pure confusion and surprise.

"i’ll fake date you, only if you stop looking at me like you’re about to fight me in a parking lot." she shrugs and stands up from the grass. still doesn’t look directly into your eyes.

"why would you agree to this?" you asks, softer than intended.

she finally meets your eyes — and there’s the faintest twitch of a smirk at the corner of her mouth which makes you annoyed for some reasons.

"i’m bored."

and just like that, she walks away again, as if she didn’t just casually agree to change the entire trajectory of your college career.

-

you spend the next morning second-guessing every outfit in your closet and constantly telling yourself it’s not for her. it’s for the plan. the fake plan. the plan where you look convincingly in love so your ex gets jealous and maybe, for once, loses.

and definitely not because daniela avanzini is going to be walking next to you. definitely not because she looked you up and down yesterday and said "okay" like it didn’t mean anything. then suddenly your phone buzzes.

daniela

be outside in 10. you don’t need to dress up.

you stare at the message for a solid minute. you have so many questions. like how did she even get your number? but let’s put that aside because you are dressed up.

when you step outside, she’s already leaning against the bike rack, hoodie up, hands in her jacket pockets, looking like she hasn’t thought about anything once in her entire life. her eyes flick up when she sees you. then down. then back up. is she checking you out?

"you said i didn’t need to dress up," you say, trying to play it cool which lowkey doesn’t work.

"you didn’t. but you look good." daniela shrugs nonchalantly. you pretend that doesn’t make your chest do something weird.

"so how are we doing this?" you ask, sighing afterwards. "pda? couple walk? hand-holding?"

daniela looks at your hand for a beat. then, without a word, reaches over and laces her fingers through yours.

"we’ll walk," she says.

"that’s it?" you asks, dumbfounded.

"for now." she says and you swear you can see her smirking from the corner of your eyes.

the quad is too loud, too crowded. everyone’s outside. music from someone’s bluetooth speaker is bouncing off the walls, and you swear there’s a subtle shift in the air when you and daniela pass through. people notice and obviously they will whisper. a girl who you recognise from your chem lab literally nudges her friend and points.

"are they staring?" you whisper to daniela.

"mhm," daniela hums. like it’s nothing. like this is totally normal for her.

"okay. why are you so calm?"

"i’m always calm."

"i know and it’s annoying." you huffs before rolling your eyes mentally. you expect her to ignore you — like she usually does but she lets out a tiny laugh, low and quick.

"you’re funny when you’re panicking." daniela says quietly.

"i’m not panicking."

and then she squeezes your hand just slightly. not enough for anyone else to notice. just enough for you to feel it.

you’re passing the café when you suddenly hear it — your ex’s laugh. sharp. too loud. too familiar. you freeze up. and daniela notices. she follows your gaze. your ex is inside, tucked into a booth with her new girlfriend, all soft smiles and leaning in close. your throat tightens ever so slightly.

daniela shifts beside you. doesn’t say anything. just gently tugs your hand and keeps walking, guiding you away like it’s instinct.

"you wanna go in?" she asks quietly.

"no." you reply almost instantly.

"then keep your head up. don’t let her see you looking at her like she matters." daniela mutters softly but firmly. her words hit harder than you expect.

you stop outside your lecture hall a few minutes early. the crowd thins. people stop watching. technically, the act is over. but daniela doesn’t let go of your hand.

"you can let go now," you say as if you’re reminding her.

"i know." but she still doesn’t.

you glance over at daniela. she’s staring straight ahead, unreadable as always.

"that wasn’t horrible," you mumbles softly.

"high praise," she says, a tiny smirk ghosting her mouth.

then, daniela said something that almost makes you choke on your own saliva. she said it like it’s nothing.

"if you want to make her more jealous, i can kiss you next time."

"w-what?" you stutter, almost chokes upon hearing daniela’s words.

"i won’t do it unless you’re okay with it," daniela says, calm as ever. "but you looked like you were gonna disappear back there."

"that’s… actually really considerate." you said shakily. she looks at you then. really looks. and for the first time since this whole thing started, you can’t read her.

"see you later." she says, finally letting go of your hands. and she walks away without another word.

you stay there a moment too long, hand still warm, head still spinning from everything. this was your idea. this was supposed to be fake. so why does it feel like she’s playing the role a little too well?

-

it’s one of those rare days when the weather is nice and the sun hits the campus lawn just right — the kind of afternoon where students sprawl across the grass, half-studying, half-napping, pretending they’re not drowning in deadlines.

you’re at your usual spot as always — a bench tucked under a tree near the south building. it’s your unofficial recess place. far enough from the cafeteria noise, but close enough to eavesdrop on the chaos if you feel like it. you’ve got headphones in, open tabs on your laptop, snack in one hand and phone in the other. and you’re definitely not expecting some extra company. which is why, when someone drops their bag next to yours and sits down without saying anything, your heart jumps into your throat.

you yank one earbud out and glance to your side. daniela with her hood up, sleeves too long, bottle of water in her hand, thumb resting lightly on the cap. just sitting beside you. like this is totally normal.

"um hi???" you says, eloquent as ever.

"hi." daniela replies, tone so chill it sounds like she’s been here the whole time.

you stare at her for a second, waiting for the punchline. she doesn’t look at you. just leans back against the bench like it belongs to her. like you belong to her.

"do you usually sit here?" she asks after a moment, eyes still looking forward. "you’re always in this spot. i noticed."

"you noticed?" you blink upon hearing daniela’s words.

"yeah. you always snack during break. same brand of chips too." daniela says as she glances at the bag of chips in your hands.

you also look down at the bag in your hand. it’s the same one you eat basically every day. you didn’t think anyone paid attention. even you barely pay attention.

"i mean—yeah, i guess? i like this bench."

daniela hums and then opens her water and takes a slow sip. you want to ask her why she’s here, why she’s choosing to sit next to you now, with people literally walking by and noticing but you’re too scared that if you do, she’ll leave. so you just keep existing beside her.

twenty minutes pass. you’re still pretending to scroll through your notes, but you haven’t read a single sentence. and daniela? daniela is leaned back, legs stretched out, water bottle resting between her knees, like she’s never been more relaxed in her life.

a few students walk past and you hear one of them whisper, "wait, are they dating? like for real?" and your chest tightens when you heard that.

"people are talking." you mumble softly, not even dare looking up.

"let them." daniela replies, calm as anything.

"aren’t you worried they’ll think it’s real?" you asks and look over at daniela. and then she finally looks at you. lile really really looks.

"isn’t that the point?" daniela says nonchalantly. you open your mouth, then close it.

and then, just to completely ruin your brain she reaches over, takes a chip from your bag, pops it in her mouth, and smiles.

"these are good."

daniela stays until the bell rings and doesn’t move when it buzzes. doesn’t rush. just stands up slowly, throws her bag over her shoulder, and glances down at you.

"same spot tomorrow?" she asks causing you blink up at her in genuine surprise.

"um yeah sure." you mumbles softly.

she walks off like nothing happened. like this wasn’t weird. like she didn’t just publicly chill beside you for almost half an hour and steal your snacks like you’ve been doing this for weeks. and just before she disappears around the corner, she turns back and says something to you.

"bring extra chips yea?"

you sit there, staring after her, snack bag half-empty, heart half-lost. you’re in big trouble.

-

you’re not used to people watching you. at least not like this. not the way students glance in your direction when you walk into the quad now. not the way group chats whisper and spiral. not the way yunjin looks at you across the lawn like she just saw a ghost wearing her old hoodie.

daniela’s beside you again today. sitting under your tree like she owns the shade. legs stretched, hoodie sleeves half-covering her hands, thumb lazily scrolling through something on her phone. she doesn’t care that you’re being watched. doesn’t even pretend to. and you kind of like that.

"you’re quiet today." you say, nudging daniela’s knee.

"you’re talkative today." she glances up and smirks faintly at you. you smile despite yourself.

you’re sitting a little closer than yesterday. not on purpose. just gravity, maybe. hehe. the air’s warm. the quad’s buzzing. and you’re halfway through offering her another chip when you hear it. the sound that lowkey annoys you.

her laugh. you know that laugh. you freeze for a second, chip halfway to your mouth. then you glance up. yunjin.

ten feet away. hair tied back, sunglasses pushed up on her head, walking with that girl. her new girl. the one who took your place so fast you barely had time to breathe. and they’re headed toward the quad bench nearest yours. of course.

daniela must sense it. or maybe she just knows your body language too well already. well either way, she shifts closer, leans in slightly but not enough to make a scene, just enough for anyone watching to get the message. and then, she does it.

she reaches up and smooths a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. her fingers are gentle, her face unreadable. but her eyes? oh her eyes flicker just slightly toward where yunjin’s standing. you don’t even have time to process it before you hear footsteps stop.

"wow. so this is real huh?" yunjin says, her voice coated in sugar.

you blink and look up. she’s standing right in front of you and literally smiling tight. daniela doesn’t move. hence she doesn’t even look surprised at all.

"hey, didn’t think you’d move on this fast." yunjin mutters, her eyes dragging over daniela slowly.

"we’ve been talking for a while," daniela finally says, casually but yet dangerous. "just kept it quiet."

and clearly you almost choke from hearing that cause what the hell?

"didn’t think you were her type." yunjin says, eyes narrowing.

"good." daniela replies, still so calm it almost unnerves you. there’s a glint in her eyes—mischievous and unreadable.

"i don’t like being predictable anyway." daniela’s words hang in the air, cool and confident, leaving you unsure whether to be impressed or nervous. maybe both and then total silence.

yunjin’s jaw clenches. just a little. her hand tightens around her smoothie cup. and you really wonder if she’s about to throw it.

"well, good for you." yunjin says, and clearly its all bite now.

"thanks. we’re really happy." daniela says, giving yunjin a small smirk that surely pissed her off.

and then like she’s rehearsed this moment, daniela reaches over and rests her hand lightly on your knee. her thumb tracing lazy circles like it’s the most natural thing in the world. and your entire nervous system shuts down.

yunjin doesn’t say another word. she just turns and walks away, grip on her smoothie so tight you’re surprised it doesn’t explode. and when she’s out of earshot, you turn to daniela.

"okay. what the hell was that?"

"what?" daniela asks, shrugging like she did absolutely nothing afterwards.

"we’ve been talking for a while?’ daniela?!"

"sounded better than ‘we fake started dating yesterday.’" daniela smirks. well barely a smirk.

"you really don’t care if people believe this, huh?" you ask, staring at her, trying to read something. anything on her goddamn face.

daniela just shrugs, the corners of her mouth twitching like she’s fighting back a smirk. she leans back on her hands, glancing up at the sky.

"nah," she says. "but i care that she saw."

your heart skips a beat.

"that was evil."

"you smiled."

"i didn’t."

"you did."

you look away, biting the inside of your cheek to stop the grin forming. daniela is hella evil. but god. she’s too good at this.

-

you don’t plan to end up in her dorm. let’s say that it just happens. somehow, between daniela walking you halfway to class and you saying something dumb like "my phone’s about to die" and she just offers a casual

"you can charge it at mine."

like it’s nothing. like you are nothing. which, frankly, is a joke — because your heart is doing backflips and she’s acting like you just asked for a pen.

daniela’s room matches her energy: quiet, muted, somehow colder and warmer than you expect. the kind of space that doesn’t ask questions, just exists—still, steady. a hoodie is draped over the back of her chair, worn and faded. a cracked window lets in the soft hues of dusk, the breeze carrying in the scent of evening. a basketball is shoved carelessly under the desk, like she tossed it there without thinking.

you hesitate by the door, unsure if you should step in or stay put. she doesn’t say anything. doesn’t look up. just grabs your phone, plugs it in like it’s the most natural thing in the world, then tosses you a water bottle without missing a beat.

and here you are. you’re on her bed. the laptop rests between you, trail mix scattered in the space where your knees almost touch. there’s music playing—rnb, soft and slow. it hums in the background, setting a rhythm that neither of you really follow. but it fits.

you’re actually supposed to be working on your slides but oh well. your fingers hovering over the keyboard. daniela’s sketching something on a scrap of paper, focused, lines coming to life beneath her hand. she doesn’t explain what it is. doesn’t offer. you don’t ask.

but you keep stealing glances. and she keeps pretending not to notice. until she does. her eyes flick up, catching you mid-stare. you flinch, caught like a guilty secret. she doesn’t. she just raises an eyebrow at you, like really? your gaze drops immediately, heat crawling up your neck. the corner of her mouth twitches just barely but it’s there.

you end up there for hours and obviously you didn’t mean to. but she never tells you to leave. never acts like you’re taking up space. just lets you sit, lets you snack, lets you laugh at her handwriting and kick her ankle under the blanket when she says something sarcastic. and when you finally check your phone, it’s almost midnight. gosh.

"shit. i should go." you mutter as you eyes the time on your phone.

"you can stay."

"i mean, just to crash. if you want. i’ve got an extra hoodie. you look cold."

you don’t answer right away. and maybe that’s the answer in itself. dani gets up and throws you the hoodie. and she doesn’t even look at you while she does it. but when you slip it on, oversized and warm and still smelling like her shampoo, she says something that caught you off guard.

"looks good on you." daniela says like it’s nothing. but you’re starting to learn that when daniela says something like it’s nothing. it’s definitely something.

-

it’s ten minutes between lectures. your brain is foggy from note-taking, your fingers are cold from the library air, and your bag is slung too low on one shoulder. you barely hear anything as people file out around you. just chatter and sneaker-squeaks and someone dropping a water bottle that rolls past your feet.

you step into the hallway and as always, daniela’s already there leaning against the wall. arms crossed. earbuds in. one side of her hair tucked back. she’s looking at her phone but you can tell that she’s been waiting for you. and she doesn’t even look surprised when you walk up. just pulls one earbud out, glances up slow.

"hey." it’s so normal. so casual. like it’s a daily routine. maybe it’s becoming one.

"you’re early," you says softly, looking up at daniela.

"and you’re late." daniela says making you grin and bump her shoulder lightly.

"i was gonna say you missed me, but okay." you sighs dramatically causing daniela to snorts.

"i did."

"what?" you blink.

"what." but she’s smiling. just a little and just enough.

-

you don’t even remember how you ended up here. one minute, you were walking together after your last class and joking about something dumb, bumping shoulders. and the next, you were toeing off your shoes by her door, dropping your bag on her floor like this is routine. like you’ve done it a hundred times before. you haven’t. but it’s starting to feel like you could.

her dorm’s still the same. soft lighting that makes everything feel a little gentler. cracked window letting in the evening air. a half-zipped hoodie hanging from the corner of her bed, swaying slightly whenever you move. but this time, there’s no assignment. no project. no excuse. just you and her and the quiet space in between.

daniela’s in the desk chair, legs stretched out, socked feet crossed at the ankles. her head’s tilted slightly, like she’s listening to the soft music that hums low from her phone speaker—some mellow instrumental that doesn’t ask for attention, just fills the silence. but she keeps looking at you. not in a way that demands anything. just literally watching. like you’re something she’s trying to figure out, or maybe already has. and you keep pretending not to notice.

fiddling with the hem of your sleeve, suddenly very interested in the pattern on her blanket, the chipped nail on your thumb, anything that isn’t the heat rising in your cheeks under her gaze. but she doesn’t stop looking. and you don’t really want her to.

you really try to focus on something, anything. on your phone, but it’s hard when she’s just there. sitting like she owns the room. like the silence bends around her. like she knows you’re flustered and she likes it.

"you’re comfy," daniela says, breaking the silence.

"it’s your bed." you mumbles.

"yeah, but you’re still cute in it."

"excuse me?"

"just saying. you look good when you’re relaxed." dani shrugs, all casual. like she didn’t just lob a grenade into your chest.

"dani stop." you choke on your own breath and toss your phone onto the blanket.

"what?" she leans forward, resting her chin on her hand. eyes too steady. too smug and definitely too much.

"you’re blushing." she pauses.

"is it the ‘cute’ part or the ‘in my bed’ part that’s doing it for you?"

you stare at daniela. then you grab the nearest pillow and launch it right at her face. it hits with a soft whump and she bursts out laughing — the kind that makes her lean back in the chair, eyes squinting, mouth wide with actual joy. and how you wish it didn’t make your heart flip.

"you’re so annoying," you mumble, face hot, covering yourself with the blanket like it’ll undo the last thirty seconds.

"you didn’t deny it, though." she calls out, muffled through the pillow she’s now hugging to her chest. you groan and she just grins in satisfaction.

-

you’re half-asleep at your usual table. recess is loud and laughter echoing off walls, sneakers pounding pavement but it all feels distant, muffled by the fog in your head. your eyelids are heavy, textbook open in front of you but untouched.

daniela’s next to you. elbow propped on the table, cheek resting against her hand, posture lazy in that way only she can pull off. she’s quiet, letting you trace across the back of her other hand with your black pen. and she hasn’t said a word about it. just watches. barely blinking. her thumb twitches slightly when your finger accidentally brushes the inside of her wrist, but she doesn’t pull away.

you’re not even drawing anything good. just dumb little stars. uneven. shaky. some filled in, some not. you draw one right in the center of her hand. it’s a little crooked. off-balance. but who cares?

"that one’s you." you mumble, not really expecting her to hear.

"tilted?" dani gaze flicks up, one brow barely raised.

"shining." you correct, without looking up and she doesn’t respond but her hand stays still and so do you.

you forget about it. the next day slips by in pieces—notes you barely register, teachers talking like background noise, friends pulling you along through hallways you don’t fully remember walking. everything blurs.

until you’re halfway to your seat. and then you see her. daniela. already there with her hood up and sleeves rolled to her elbows like she always does when she’s tired or pretending she isn’t.

you stop mid-step. because on her hand right where you drew it yesterday is the star. your star. the tilted one. only now, it’s not in pen. it’s in ink. clean, sharp black lines. not smudged, not fading, permanent. your stomach drops.

"wait— you didn’t erase it?" you slide into the seat beside her, still staring.

"couldn’t." daniela shrugs like she doesn’t feel your panic.

"cause got it tattooed." daniela says that calmly and your throat dries.

"you’re joking."

"i’m not."

you blink. you wait for her to laugh, for the punchline but it just never comes.

"why would you—"

"because you drew it and because i didn’t want it to fade." daniela explains to you in a soft tone.

you don’t say anything. you’re so busy trying to process that you almost miss the way her hand finds yours under the table. her thumb brushes your knuckles and her voice drops.

"i like you, y/n." and then suddenly the world goes quiet.

like the air’s holding its breath with you. like everything else—the noise, the nerves, the chaos pauses just long enough to make room for her voice.

"not fake-like. not for the deal. not because it’s fun messing with you."

your heart’s hammering in your chest. your hand is shaking and dani notices so she holds it tighter.

"i like you for real. and i’m kinda hoping you like me back."

your eyes drop to the star on her skin. your star. on her. damn. what even is happening. and then they lift—to soft fabric and steady eyes and that stupid calm voice that’s always said more than it was supposed to.

"you’re actually insane," you whisper, breathless.

"is that a yes?"

you don’t answer her instead you just lean forward and kiss her quick, barely-there, more breath than touch. but it’s everything. and when you pull back, she’s already grinning like an idiot.

"so yes?"

"ugh, yes." you roll your eyes, heart still racing and cheeks burning.

you’re still close maybe a little too close. her hand’s still holding yours, thumb brushing soft over your knuckles like it’s the most natural thing in the world. you kissed her. you literally kissed her. and now she’s just sitting there, grinning like she just won something in life.

"you’re smiling way too much." you mumble, still a little breathless.

"am i?" daniela hums, tilting her head, her eyes flicking to your mouth again.

"you could kiss me again to make me stop."

"oh my god. you’re unbelievable." you mumbles as your face heats up at her words.

"and kissable." she adds helpfully. you throw your head back and groan, hand covering your face. dani’s laugh is low and smug and entirely too pleased with herself.

"daniela."

"what? you literally started it." she blinks innocently.

"you kissed me. on school property. during recess. and now i have expectations." you grab her sleeve and tug it over her face.

"you’re really insane."

"maybe. but you did draw a star on me and now it’s permanent. so i think we’re even."

you’re blushing. hard and you can feel it. she pulls her sleeve down just enough to look at you, voice quieter now softer but still teasing.

"just one more?" you look at her. she’s not pushing. not demanding. just there. waiting patiently.

you sighs as you lean in — not rushed, not dramatic. just a quiet, warm press of lips against hers again. longer this time, a little closer. her hand finds the side of your neck. your other one curls into the fabric of her hoodie. and when you pull back, her eyes flutter open, slow.

"okay," she whispers. "maybe two more."

"you’re such a pervert."

"yeah." daniela grins. "but i’m your pervert now."

you shove her away with a breathless laugh and she grabs your wrist, pulling you right back in.

[1sab4lla]

weird ; art donaldson

you and art had fallen into a rhythm—uncomplicated, familiar, and maybe just a little sacred. he'd play his tennis matches, inevitably win, then he'd pick you up from your trademarked spot on the bleachers.

and without fail, you’d be perched in your usual spot, second row from the back on the left side of the bleachers—the one with the creaky board and the view slightly obscured by a light post.

you said it gave you “visual drama.” he didn’t question it.

after came the ritual debrief, always over food. takeout, obviously—tonight was thai, your pick. from there, the two of you would retreat to his dorm, settle onto his laughably narrow twin bed, and you’d put on a film you were sure he hadn't seen. today was no different.

the screen flickered blue and gold in the dim room, casting odd shadows on the popcorn ceiling. you were cross-legged, still in your moth-bitten cardigan that smelled faintly of lavender, scooping pad see ew into your mouth.

art, meanwhile, had only half-heartedly eaten a few dumplings, eyes darting to you more than the screen. you were locked on the screen. he was locked on you.

he stared at you for a moment, still half-reclined, leaning against the wall. a few minutes pass in relative silence, the only sound coming from the tv (or his obnoxious chewing).

a few quiet minutes passed—the only sounds the tv's muted dialogue and his obnoxiously loud chewing. then he shifted, turning toward you fully, tucking his legs beneath him.

“hey,” he said softly.

you didn’t look away from the screen. you made a soft sound—half hum, half sigh—that could have meant yes, not now, or i'm busy. but that was just how you were. always a little impossible to read, like one of your films, or the strange poetry you left folded in your coat pockets.

he looks at you once more, eyes flickering as he searches for something in your face. then he takes another deep breath, and the next thing he says comes out all in a rush — like he's afraid he might change his mind if he doesn't spit it out fast.

"i need to tell you something. something i've been hiding for awhile now, and i've been trying to keep it down, but—"

now that catches your attention. your gaze meets his, and he quiets down, jaw tight. he looks away from you, one hand running through his hair.

when he looked back at you, his eyes were different. there was something raw in them—something uncertain and painfully open.

“okay,” he said, almost hoarse. “okay, i’m just gonna say it. i don’t want to waste any more time.”

another breath. a longer silence.

for a moment, the only sound is the low beat of the movie and the faint crackle of his lamp. then art takes another deep breath. "i'm in love with you," he breathes, the words so soft you almost don't hear them at first.

you blinked. for a second, you weren’t sure you’d heard him right. but he didn’t look away. didn’t laugh. he just stared at you, his eyes wide and unblinking, waiting for something—confirmation, rejection, anything.

“i—what?” you said. “me?”

it had to be a joke. some weird, surreal prank. because you were you, and he was art. he was golden, effortless. you were the opposite of effortless.

a flash of something sad passed across his face—he recognized that look in your eyes. he’d seen it before, the disbelief, the deep-rooted doubt.

“yeah,” he said, voice gentler now. “you.”

you shook your head a little. “why? i’m too weird.”

his features softened, and something in him seemed to settle. he knew where this was going. he’d been watching that seed of insecurity grow in you. he could name every reason you were about to list—too awkward, too different, too much. you’d given them all to him before, like a warning label.

he sat up straighter, shifting on the mattress so that his knee bumped gently against yours.

“too weird?” he echoed. “says who?”

you hesitated.

“everyone.”

a beat. he looked at you, really looked at you—at the way your fingers had started to pick at your chipped yellow nail polish, at the way you always folded in on yourself when you were unsure.

“not me,” he said finally. “not once.”

you didn’t say anything. but you knew, deep down. this was art. the boy you'd liked since he gifted you a pack of colored pens because he knew you liked that specific brand. who walked you home regardless of the weather because he wanted you to be safe. who didn’t mind your mindless rambles, or spouts of information only you would have.

he continued, quiet and careful, as if he was trying not to spook you.

“you think being different makes you unlovable. but it’s the opposite. you see the world sideways, and you make me see it that way, too. you’re weird, yeah. but it’s the best kind. the kind that makes everything a little more interesting. the kind i’ve been drawn to since the day i met you.”

you stared down at your lap, teeth worrying your bottom lip.

“you don’t have to say anything,” he added quickly. “i just… i needed you to know. even if it ruins everything.”

another silence. longer this time. then you looked up.

"i don’t think it ruins anything,” you said quietly.

he looks you in your eyes, his gaze flickering just slightly as something flickers through his expression. affection, affection, affection. for you. for you, and all of your little flaws that you hate so much.

the silence between you wasn’t heavy now. it was warm, full. you could feel it buzzing just under your skin, a soft kind of tension that didn’t need to be named.

he reached for your hand, tentative at first. but when you didn’t flinch, didn’t look away, his fingers laced gently through yours. his touch was steady, grounding. like something long overdue.

you met his eyes again, and for the first time, you let yourself really look—at the boy who knew your favorite films and never laughed at your poetry, who kept showing up, game after game, smile after smile. at the boy who saw you, truly.

“i think,” you said slowly, “some part of me’s been waiting to hear you say that.”

his thumb brushed over your knuckles. “then i'm sorry it took me so long.”

you shook your head, a soft laugh slipping out. “it didn’t. i think it came exactly when it was supposed to.”

he leaned in, the space between you folding in on itself. his forehead rested gently against yours, and you closed your eyes. for a moment, there was nothing else—no tv, no flickering lights, no creaky bleacher seats. just the quiet breath between you and the feeling of being chosen.

and then, slowly, like a thought turning into a feeling, he kissed you.

it wasn’t rushed, or cinematic, like the black-and-white kisses you loved so much in your old french films. it was softer than that. quieter. his lips met yours like he’d been thinking about this for a long time—like the motion was already memorized.

you kissed him back without hesitation, something small and certain sparking in your chest. the kind of spark that felt like it had been smoldering there for years, just waiting for the right match.

when he pulled away, barely an inch, he didn’t move far. he stayed close, eyes still shut like he was trying to hold onto the moment. “that okay?” he murmured, voice low.

you nodded, your nose brushing his. “yeah,” you whispered. “that was… really okay.”

a smile broke across his face then—small, crooked, almost sheepish. he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “good. because i’ve wanted to do that since you made me sit through Wings of Desire without subtitles.”

you laughed, eyes bright. “i told you it was better that way.”

“you’re still wrong about that,” he said, grinning. “but i’d sit through it a hundred more times if it meant getting to be here with you.”

you rolled your eyes, but your fingers squeezed his. “you’re sappy.”

“i’m yours,” he said, and he meant it.

[gothamite-rambler]

Talia entered the waiting room where Rose and Cheshire were sitting. They were there to speak with Talia's father, Ra’s al Ghul. Before she could inform them that her father was busy, her gaze fell on Rose in her Ravager outfit. Instantly, it reminded Talia of what she had learned from Bruce a few days ago.

Talia: Are you the one dating my step son?

Rose turned around, checking if anyone was behind her, then pointed at Cheshire.

Talia (disgusted): Ew, no, not her! You!

Cheshire: Could you not have a visceral reaction when she pointed at me?

Talia: I don't like you, if that helps. Rose is your civilian name, right?

Rose: Um… I’m not disclosing that.

Talia: You, tights-wearing heroes, are ridiculous with those nicknames. I’ll play along anyway. You’re the daughter of Slade Wilson and a deceased mother. You were raised in Cambodia, then taken in by Slade, who made you his super soldier before you finally escaped.

Rose: Um… how did you know all of that?

Talia: I do my research on people who pique my interest. That Slade Wilson is quite a headache. He recently received a punishment beating from my father when he insulted my child. And you wear an eyepatch as well, which may or may not be for aesthetic purposes.

Rose: I— You— Your father beat the shit out of my father because he insulted your son?

Talia: Yes. He said Ra’s should beat my autistic son for being 'weird' to him, and, much to his shock, and later my own, he punched Slade multiple times.

Cheshire (clasping her hands together): Aww, family goals. I'd break Slade's arm if he said that about my daughter.

Rose: Honestly, with that context, he definitely had it coming. But he usually does. To answer your first question, if you're talking about Red Hood, yeah I am... dating him, still odd to say that. I've never been in a relationship this long. Cheshire, don’t say anything.

Cheshire: I really want to sing that song again.

Rose: Do it, and I’ll hit you.

Talia: So, the daughter of a villain is dating my stepson… this is splendid! I was worried he’d stay with Artemis, who’s a fine person, I don’t dislike her, but she was too nice. I’m so happy to hear this.

Rose (surprised): Oh… I’m glad you’re not mad or planning to attack me.

Talia: I would never. I raised Jason when he was revived from the dead, and while we don’t always see eye to eye, I want him to be happy. When it comes to dating, he’s not exactly the best at being romantic.

Rose (saying the wrong thing at first): Yeah, he’s a fast learner, and I just said that in front of his somewhat stepmom.

Talia (approaching with a smile): You’re fine. I know you’re here to see Ra’s. He’ll be finished with his meeting in about an hour. How about we have some tea and chat while you wait?

Rose: I don’t… no offense, but this feels kind of awkward. He doesn’t talk about you much.

Talia: That makes sense. But you can get to know me. I don’t bite.

Cheshire (insulting tone): Yeah, but you do judge and stab.

Talia (snide tone): Why are you here?

Cheshire: I’m on a mission with her! Hey, why don’t you tell her about the baby you kept from—

Talia (shoving Cheshire away and taking Rose by the arm): Ignore her. Come along, Rose. I have this new blueberry tea. You’ll love it. Also, is your hair dyed or naturally white?

Rose (jokingly): Unfortunately, my father passed that trait on to me as well.

Talia: I think I’m going to like you.

Talia and Rose headed out of the room, leaving Cheshire alone for a few seconds. She shrugged, confused and frustrated.

Cheshire: She treats me like trash, but Rosie is considered the perfect match for a kid she revived in a green lake! I actually get why Nightwing talks crap about her at every turn.

[oikawaisincrisis]

Meanie, mine ~ A.M

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x fem!Reader

Summary: Atsumu Miya has been pulling her pigtails since they were six. What started as teasing turned into years of bickering, tension, and stubborn feelings neither of them could name.

CW (content warning): Atsumu is kind of a warning himself, childhood “friends” (if you can even call them that) to lovers, slight angst but mostly fluff.

AN: Hi guys! Thank you so much for all the love on my Ushijima post I’m so happy you enjoyed it 🫶🏻 This was requested so I hope I made it justice. Also I had a lot of fun writing this and I’m thinking of making a series of childhood friends to lovers with different characters so be on the lookout for that hahah. English isn’t my first language so I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! :)

Requests are open so feel free to send yours! (you can check the list of characters I write for on my pinned post)

Masterlist

The sun was warm on the sandbox that day, casting gold across the schoolyard like confetti. Six-year-old [Y/N] sat cross-legged in the middle of it, hands buried in soft, sun-baked sand. Her shoes were kicked off to the side, forgotten. The pink ribbons in her pigtails bobbed as she leaned forward, smoothing the walls of the sandcastle she and Osamu Miya had been building for the past twenty minutes.

“It needs a moat.” She said seriously, tracing a circle around the edge with her finger.

Osamu nodded, equally focused. “I can make a tunnel for water.”

She grinned in response, bright and beaming. “Like a real castle! With a bridge, too?”

“Of course. A drawbridge.”

They giggled together, heads bent, both covered in specks of sand and pride.

Across the yard, Atsumu Miya stood with a red ball in his hands, kicking pebbles with his shoe and scowling. His twin brother was supposed to play dodgeball with him. Instead, Osamu was over there in the sandbox. With her.

Atsumu's gaze narrowed on the girl in the pink hair ribbons. She laughed at something Osamu said, and her smile went wide, soft and bright. Her voice, even from a distance, was gentle and light, like the breeze on a summer afternoon.

She looked like a ray of sunshine, Atsumu thought, warm and glowing, the kind of happy that made your chest feel funny and your ears go red.

He didn’t like her. Not like that. Ew. Gross. Of course he didn’t.

But for some reason he wanted her to look at him. Not at Osamu. Not like that.

So, in his brilliant six-year-old brain, he came up with the best idea he could think of.

Drop the ball. March over. Pull her hair.

And he did. He stomped right over to the sandbox, ignoring the way his sneakers filled with sand, and yanked one of her pigtails.

“Hey!” She squeaked, turning around so fast she almost toppled the castle wall. She blinked up at him, startled. “What was that for?!”

Atsumu puffed his chest, not really sure what to say now that he’d done it. “Your hair was in the way.” He said smugly, even though it definitely wasn’t.

Her jaw dropped. “You’re such a meanie!”

Atsumu grinned, triumphant. She was looking at him now. Her attention was on him and even though she wasn’t smiling like she did just moments ago with his brother, just the fact that she was looking at him made it feel as if he had gotten what he wanted.

Osamu groaned loudly behind them. “Can we build one castle without a disaster for once?”

“No.” They both said at the same time.

And that was the beginning.

From that day on, the pattern was set: [Y/N] with her soft voice and fiery glare, Atsumu with his smug teasing and constant interruptions, and Osamu, forever in the middle, sighing into his rice balls and wondering why he had to be born a twin.

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Four years passed, and they were ten now.

Things had changed, sure. Osamu was a bit taller, Atsumu louder, and [Y/N] wore her hair in a braid now instead of pigtails. Especially after a certain boy pulled them one too many times.

But the essentials remained: she still brought her markers to school and drew at recess, Osamu still snacked all the time, and Atsumu still annoyed her every chance he got.

Today, the classroom buzzed with the end-of-day hum, papers shuffling, chairs scraping, kids packing up bags.

[Y/N] had drawn something that afternoon, something she was actually proud of. A little fox curled up under a tree, its fur shaded with orange and gold and bits of red leaf detailing. She had used every warm marker she had.

She kept it tucked carefully inside her notebook as she walked out into the hallway, clutching it tight.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t alone.

“Hey, what’s that?” One of the boys from class, Kenta, grabbed the edge of her notebook and yanked it open before she could stop him.

“Don’t!” She cried, reaching for it.

He held it out of reach. “Aw, what’s this? You still draw little animals like a baby?”

A couple of his friends gathered around. One of them snorted. “Is it sleeping under a tree? That’s so dumb and childish.”

“She probably talks to them too. Like, ‘Oh, Mr. Fox, would you like some tea?’” They mocked, laughing.

[Y/N] felt her cheeks burn. “Give it back!”

They didn’t. One of them mimicked her voice in a high-pitched squeak. “Do you wanna cuddle, Mr. Fox?”

“Stop it!” Her eyes stung before she could stop it. “Just stop!”

And of course, that made it worse.

“Aww, crybaby’s gonna cry?” Kenta grinned. “Maybe your fox will cheer you up!”

“Crybaby!” They all chanted, snickering, as they finally tossed the drawing to the ground and ran off.

[Y/N] stood frozen for a moment, fists clenched, blinking away the blur in her vision as she knelt down to pick up the crumpled drawing.

She didn’t know that someone else had heard everything.

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Atsumu didn’t mean to hear it.

He was just turning the corner on his way to grab a juice box when he heard them shouting.

He stopped when he recognized her voice. Heard the word “crybaby.” Heard the laughter. By the time he peeked around the corner, it was already over. The boys were running off. She was kneeling on the floor, shoulders stiff.

Atsumu’s blood boiled. He clenched his fists, stared after the boys, and turned on his heel.

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The fight happened at recess.

Kenta never saw it coming.

Atsumu charged him by the tree near the fence and socked him right in the mouth.

“OW! What the heck!?”

“You’re the crybaby!” Atsumu yelled, tackling him to the ground.

They rolled and punched and kicked, and it was two-on-one after that because Kenta’s friend jumped in, but Atsumu didn’t care. He was furious. He didn’t even know what he was yelling anymore.

Eventually, a teacher pulled them apart. Atsumu’s lip was busted, his eye was swelling, and his fists were scraped and dirty.

He got sent straight to the nurse’s office and scolded all the way there.

——————————————————————————

“Honestly, Atsumu. What is wrong with you?” The nurse muttered, dabbing at his lip with antiseptic.

He hissed. “Nothin’.”

“Do you want to explain why you were in a fight with two boys?”

“Nope.”

The nurse sighed. “You’re lucky your brother’s not in trouble too.”

“Osamu didn’t do nothin’. Leave ‘im out of it.”

She left to grab a bandage for his hand. A few minutes later, the door creaked open again, but it wasn’t the nurse. Atsumu turned his head and froze.

[Y/N] stood in the doorway, frowning, a folded handkerchief in one hand. Her braid was a little messy, and her cheeks were still pink from earlier. But her voice was calm.

“You’re so stupid.”

Atsumu blinked. “You’re welcome.”

“I didn’t ask you to fight them.”

“I didn’t ask ‘em to be jerks to you.”

“You’re mean to me all the time.” She huffed and crossed the room, hopping onto the stool beside the cot where he sat. “You’re also bleeding.”

“I know, thanks.”

She gave him a look. “Let me see.”

He started to protest, but she was already tilting his chin with two fingers and gently dabbing at his lip with her cloth.

He winced but not because of the sting from the cut.

“Oh, don’t be a baby.” She muttered, even though her touch was gentle.

“You’re the baby.” He grumbled. “Cryin’ over a dumb fox.”

“It wasn’t dumb.” She snapped, eyes flashing.

Atsumu looked at her and didn’t tease her again. They sat like that for a moment, quiet. She folded the cloth again and kept working.

“You didn’t have to do that.” She said eventually, softer.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “’Cause it made me mad. That’s all. I never liked that idiot, this just happened to be a good excuse to beat him up.”

She frowned, like she didn’t believe him.

She stayed beside him until the nurse returned and said he was cleared to go home. When he slid off the cot, she handed him the cloth.

“Keep it.” She mumbled.

“I don’t want your crybaby handkerchief.”

She glared. “Then give it back.”

He shoved it in his pocket. “Too late.”

She rolled her eyes, he expected her to get up from the chair and leave him there after throwing one last passive-aggressive comment at him. She didn’t.

“I still think you’re an idiot.” She said as she folded her legs underneath her, no intention of leaving his side. “And just for the record I don’t want to be here.”

Atsumu grinned, lip still bleeding.

“Yeah? You’re still a pain in the butt.”

Osamu met them outside the nurse’s office, arms crossed.

“You’re both ridiculous.”

They looked at each other and, just for a second, smiled.

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Middle school was... weird.

Everyone was growing too fast or not fast enough, the desks were too small, and people started caring about who liked who and who passed notes in class. It was the start of confusing feelings and bad haircuts and awkward silences in the hallway.

But some things hadn’t changed. Osamu and [Y/N] still got along like peanut butter and jelly. They were lab partners, shared snacks during lunch, and could communicate in shrugs and eyerolls with the kind of ease that only came from years of friendship.

Meanwhile, Atsumu was still a menace.

“You forgot your pen again, didn’t ya?” Osamu muttered one morning in science as they settled in for lab work.

“No.” [Y/N] said.

“Yes.” Atsumu called from the next table over, spinning around in his chair. “She always forgets. Princess over there’s helpless without Osamu savin’ her.”

[Y/N] narrowed her eyes. “Call me princess one more time and I swear I’ll dump hydrochloric acid in your shoes.”

“Ooh, scary.” Atsumu said, dramatically clutching his chest. “You gonna cry if I take your pen too?”

He reached out and snatched it from her desk.

“Give it back!”

“C’mon, share with your favorite twin.”

“I’m gonna strangle you with your own shoelaces!”

Osamu didn’t even look up. “Please don’t. I don’t wanna have to explain a murder in my lab report.”

It was always like that. Constant bickering. Paper balls tossed at her head during lectures. Sarcastic pet names. Sassy comebacks. Everyone around them thought they hated each other.

Even [Y/N] and Atsumu had half-convinced themselves that was true but then there were the in-between moments.

Like how he always sat behind her in class, even though there were open seats up front. Or how he’d pretend to steal her erasers just to give them back when she pouted. Or the way he’d go strangely quiet when she talked about someone else.

Especially when she started crushing on Daiki.

Daiki wasn’t in their class, but he played soccer and was tall and charming and always said hi when he passed her in the hallway.

Osamu rolled his eyes whenever she brought him up. Atsumu on the other hand? He made fun of her mercilessly.

“You’re doodlin’ his name in your notebook now?” Atsumu said one day, snatching the paper from under her elbow at lunch.

“It was one heart!” She snapped, trying to grab it back.

He held it high. “You want me to sign it as him? Dear [Y/N], I think you’re super cute and your eyes are like, what is this? Sunlit puddles?”

“That’s not what I wrote!” She shrieked, face flaming.

Osamu sighed. “Stop being an idiot, Atsumu.”

Atsumu ignored him. “[Y/N], if you like someone that cheesy, you’ve officially lost all taste.”

She finally got the paper back and shoved it in her bag.

“Jealous?” She said before she could stop herself.

Atsumu’s grin dropped for half a second. “Why would I be jealous of him?”

But he didn’t tease her about it again.

——————————————————————————

It all fell apart a week later.

It had taken her everything to finally gather the courage. [Y/N] wrote Daiki a short note and slipped it in his locker. She didn’t expect a yes really, but she didn’t expect him to laugh either.

He’d read it with two of his friends and started snickering immediately.

“She thinks you’d date her?” One of them said. “Isn’t she that weird girl with the markers?”

“She hangs out with those volleyball twins, right?” Daiki added, not even trying to lower his voice. “Kinda loud. She’s like a little sister or something.”

His friends laughed. “Ouch. You broke the poor girl’s heart.”

“I didn’t even answer her yet.”

“You don’t have to.” She said, geez fixed on the ground.

[Y/N] had been around the corner, just out of sight, close enough to hear everything. She ran. Behind the gym, where no one ever went during lunch.

She wiped her eyes roughly, furious that she even cared. Furious at herself. She wasn’t loud. She wasn’t clingy. She just... liked someone. But apparently, that was hilarious.

So she sat down behind the school building, pulled her knees to her chest, and tried to breathe.

——————————————————————————

Atsumu had been looking for her.

He’d noticed she wasn’t at her usual lunch spot with Osamu. He told himself it was just because she still owed him a pen but when he checked the classroom, the courtyard, and finally spotted the edge of her shoe behind the gym, he knew something was wrong.

She didn’t look up when he approached. He didn’t say anything either. He sat beside her slowly, folding his long legs under him, and dug into his pocket. A slightly smushed, but still warm, milk bread roll appeared in his hand. He held it out silently. She stared at it.

“I didn’t ask you to sit here.” She mumbled.

“Good.” He said, tearing the plastic open with his teeth. “’Cause I didn’t ask ya if I could.”

She didn’t move. He placed the roll gently beside her on the pavement and leaned back on his elbows, eyes closed like he wasn’t paying attention to her at all.

The silence stretched between them.

“I hate middle school.” She whispered.

“I hate Daiki.”

She startled a little, turning toward him.

He peeked one eye open. “He’s a prick.”

“You don’t even know what happened.”

“Don’t need to.”

[Y/N] looked down at the milk bread. It was a little flat from being in his pocket, but it smelled sweet and soft. She picked it up.

“Thanks.” She said quietly.

“Don’t get used to it.” Atsumu said. “I just did it because my brother would be upset if he saw you like this so get over it quickly.”

She almost smiled.

He didn’t ask what Daiki said. He didn’t need the details. All he knew was that her eyes were red, her voice was tight, and her sleeves were damp from wiping her cheeks.

So he stayed there until the bell rang, kicking pebbles and making dumb comments about ants. When she finally stood up, she glanced back at him.

“You’re still a jerk.”

He smirked. “You’re still a princess.”

And for the first time, she didn’t throw something at him for saying it.

——————————————————————————

Inarizaki High School had no shortage of noise. But few things were louder than the crowd that followed Atsumu Miya wherever he went.

Star setter. Flirt. Loudmouth. Ego the size of the gym. Girls slipped him notes between classes. Fans squealed at tournaments. Even teachers groaned when he walked into class with that lazy swagger and messy hair, five minutes late and grinning like the world owed him something.

[Y/N] was not impressed.

“You’re like a walking ego.” She told him one afternoon, arms crossed, as she watched yet another girl press a folded letter into his hand. “You’ve got a fan club, Atsumu. An actual fan club.”

He grinned, cocky and unbothered. “What can I say? I’m lovable.”

She rolled her eyes so hard it hurt. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet,” He said, leaning against her locker, “you still talk to me every day. What’s that say about you, princess?”

“That I have no self-preservation instincts.”

Osamu walked by and deadpanned. “None. Zero.”

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When the team’s first big tournament of the season rolled around, Inarizaki’s volleyball team packed up early for the bus. Their school was hosting, which meant they had to arrive first and, since [Y/N] had somehow ended up on event staff through sheer bad luck and one “volunteer” sheet signed without reading, she was stuck riding with the team.

As the last few seats filled, she looked up from her clipboard only to freeze in horror.

“Wait. No. Anyone but him.”

Atsumu was already grinning, tossing his bag into the seat beside hers. “Looks like we’re seat buddies, princess.”

“There are ten other seats.”

“All full” Osamu said from behind her. “Sorry. I already called dibs on the aisle with Aran.”

[Y/N] groaned. “Why do bad things happen to good people?”

“I’m sittin’ right here.” Atsumu said, dropping into the seat. “Guess that answers that question.”

She shoved her bag down beside her legs with a sigh and crossed her arms. “Don’t talk to me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

He didn’t, surprisingly. For the first thirty minutes of the ride, he just leaned against the window, one earbud in, nodding along to something on his phone.

[Y/N] leaned away from him at first, but the bus was stuffy and warm, and her clipboard was heavy in her lap, and the sun through the window was just right...

By the time they hit the highway, she was fast asleep, cheek pressed to Atsumu’s shoulder.

He looked down the moment he felt the weight. She didn’t snore. Her lips were parted slightly, hair falling across her forehead, and her brow furrowed just a little like she was having a dream she couldn’t catch.

Atsumu didn’t move.

Carefully he shifted his arm to make her more comfortable, adjusting so her head rested in the crook of his shoulder. He reached up without thinking and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

Then he just sat there. Still. Quiet. Watching her like she was the only thing in the world that wasn’t moving too fast.

——————————————————————————

At the tournament, everything was chaos.

The gym was packed with teams, staff, fans, and noise. [Y/N] had a clipboard in hand and her event badge hanging around her neck. She flitted between tables, updated match scores, and passed out water bottles like her life depended on it.

Somehow, even in the mess, she ended up in a conversation with Kita Shinsuke, Inarizaki’s composed, respected, mildly terrifying captain and somehow... they hit it off.

He was kind. Blunt, but thoughtful. Quiet, but funny when he wanted to be.

They chatted between matches. About the game, about her ridiculous volunteer hours, about how she managed to keep Atsumu from getting himself banned from school. Shinsuke even smiled at one of her jokes.

Atsumu noticed. He noticed everything. From the way Kita leaned in to hear her better to the way [Y/N] laughed, softer than usual, almost shy.

By the third time Atsumu found them talking, he stomped over, holding out an empty water bottle like it was urgent.

“Oi, princess. Water me.”

She stared. “Are you... serious?”

“I’m dyin’.”

“You’re fine.”

“I’ve got heatstroke.”

“We’re inside.”

Kita raised a brow. “You’re interrupting.”

“I noticed.” Atsumu said flatly.

[Y/N] rolled her eyes and turned back to Kita. “Sorry, he does this.”

“It’s fine.” Kita said calmly. “He’s just jealous.” There was no I’ll tone behind his words, he just said it like it was a fact that everyone but the two people before him knew.

Atsumu choked on air. “Wha- jealous!? Of what?!”

——————————————————————————

Later that night, after a long loss and a close score that came down to a missed serve and a broken rhythm, Atsumu didn’t speak to anyone.

The team went back to the school to change and clean up before dinner.

[Y/N] knew where he’d be before anyone else even realized he was gone.

The outdoor stairwell behind the gym, right where the vending machines buzzed and the shadows crept long in the afternoon light.

He sat on the lowest step, arms draped over his knees, head tilted back.

“You didn’t go to dinner.” She said, walking over.

“Wasn’t hungry.”

“You always say that when you’re mad.”

“I’m not mad.” He muttered.

“You are.”

He didn’t look at her. So she sat beside him. Silence stretched for a few seconds.

“I missed that serve.” He said eventually. “It was my fault.”

“It was one point.”

“One point matters.”

She glanced at him. “You’ve won games with worse odds.”

“Not the point.”

“No,” She said gently, “but it’s still true.”

He finally turned to her. “Do you ever get tired of knowin’ exactly what to say?”

She smiled, a little smug. “Only when you’re too stubborn to hear it.”

He huffed a laugh, eyes falling to the space between them. “They expect me to be perfect, you know? I mess up once and it’s like... like I broke somethin’ important.”

“You didn’t.”

“It feels like I did.”

She was quiet for a moment. Then, spoke softer. “You’re allowed to mess up.”

He didn’t respond.

She bumped his shoulder with hers. “Even if you are an insufferable, arrogant pain in my ass.”

He finally smiled.

“Thanks, princess.”

“Anytime, drama queen.”

——————————————————————————

By the last day of the tournament, Atsumu had started to feel like something was shifting. Like maybe the way her voice softened around him meant something. Like maybe her bumping his shoulder and staying behind with him meant more than just old habits.

He hadn’t even teased her when she fell asleep on him again during the bus ride back to the venue. Maybe she’d finally see he wasn’t just a walking ego.

So when he came looking for her before the final exhibition match, planning to tell her something real for once, he didn’t expect to see what he did.

Behind the gym, again. Her and Kita. Close. Talking. Laughing. Kita handed her something. Her fingers brushed his. She smiled, soft and unguarded.

Atsumu stopped in his tracks. His stomach twisted. He felt something sharp and ugly bloom in his chest. He wasn’t thinking when he walked over.

He wasn’t thinking at all.

“Hope I’m not interruptin’ your date.” He said, voice louder than it needed to be.

[Y/N] jumped, startled. “What? It’s not- ”

“Oh, please.” Atsumu snapped. “You’ve been followin’ him around like a lost puppy all weekend.”

Kita stood slowly, eyes narrowing. “Watch it, Miya.”

“Why? You two already makin’ plans for next weekend? Gonna braid each other’s hair too?”

“Atsumu!” [Y/N] hissed.

He turned to her fully now, anger blooming too fast for him to stop. “You know what? Go ahead. Flirt with him. At least he won’t be stupid enough to think you’re special when you’re not.”

The words hung in the air like a slap. Her face fell. Everything stilled.

He saw it immediately, the change in her eyes, the way her mouth parted slightly, stunned. Like he’d actually hurt her. For real. Not just irritated. Not just teased.

He had hurt her.

She stepped back. Once. Twice.

“Right.” She said softly. “Thanks for clearing that up.”

And then she turned and walked away. He wanted to run after her, tell her that he didn’t mean it but his muscles refused to move so he stood there frozen in place like a statue as he watched her slipping through his fingers.

——————————————————————————

It had been four days since the tournament. Four days since the words flew out of Atsumu’s mouth like knives. Four days since he saw the way [Y/N] flinched like she didn’t even recognize him anymore.

And now… she didn’t look at him. Not once.

She came into class, greeted Osamu, smiled at her friends, laughed at something Kita said when he passed by, but when Atsumu threw a comment in her direction?

Silence.

“Oi, princess.” He said that morning, leaning back in his seat, tone casual. “Got a new hair routine or somethin’? Looks shinier than usual.”

No answer. Not even a roll of her eyes. Not even a groan. Just silence as she scribbled something in her notebook, ignoring him completely.

Atsumu felt something cold bloom behind his ribs.

This was worse than yelling. Worse than insults. Worse than all their back-and-forth.

This… nothing was unbearable so he tried again at lunch.

“Ya know, I heard people who spend too much time with Kita start developin’ a stick up their ass.”

Osamu gave him a flat look. “[Y/N], you gonna let him get away with that one?”

She glanced at them, expression unreadable. Then went right back to her food and said nothing.

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By the end of the week, Atsumu was unraveling. Truly losing his mind.

Every room felt louder without her voice snapping back at him. Every moment felt slower. Every hallway he passed her in felt like a missed chance he was too scared to grab.

He hated himself for what he said. He hadn’t even meant it, not the way it came out. “You’re not special.” He could still hear the echo of it.

She was special. She always had been and now she wouldn’t even look at him.

——————————————————————————

Osamu noticed the change almost immediately.

He wasn’t blind. He saw the way [Y/N] stiffened anytime Atsumu walked into a room. Saw the forced, polite smile she gave him when she couldn’t avoid him. Saw the way Atsumu’s teasing got quieter, sloppier, more desperate each time.

Until one day, in the locker room after practice, Osamu dropped his bag hard on the bench and said:

“What the hell did you do to her?”

Atsumu didn’t look up from tying his shoes. “What are you talkin’ about?”

“You know what I’m talkin’ about.” His voice was cold now. “She’s not lookin’ at you. She’s not talkin’ to you. I’ve never seen her act like this, not even when you pulled that stunt with the glitter glue in eighth grade.”

Atsumu winced. “I just…” He muttered. “I said something I didn’t mean. I messed it up.”

Osamu crossed his arms. “What’d you say?”

Silence. Then, quietly spoke. “That she wasn’t special.”

Osamu’s jaw clenched. “You what?”

“I didn’t mean it. I was mad. I saw her with Kita, and- ” He stopped himself.

Osamu stared at him, exasperated. “You’ve been in love with her since we were six, dumbass.”

Atsumu’s head snapped up.

“I’m not stupid, Atsumu. I saw the way you looked at her when she was buildin’ that sandcastle with me. The way you’d steal her markers just so she’d yell at you. The way you shut up when she cried behind the school. This has always been about her. And you’ve always been too much of a coward to admit it.”

Atsumu ran a hand through his hair, voice low and rough. “I don’t know if I can fix it this time.”

“Then don’t.” Osamu snapped. “Let her go. Let her move on. Let her be with someone who doesn’t hurt her just because he’s scared.”

Atsumu froze. Osamu took a breath, a little softer now.

“But if you’re not gonna let her go? If you’re not gonna spend the rest of your life kickin’ yourself for blowin’ this? Then grow a damn pair and tell her how you feel.”

Silence. “I don’t know if she’ll forgive me.” He said quietly.

“Then you apologize anyway.” Osamu said. “And maybe, for once, stop hidin’ behind sarcasm and say what you actually mean.”

——————————————————————————

The next few days crawled. Atsumu hovered on the edge of every room she was in. He watched her laugh with Osamu, passing notes during class. Watched her hand Kita a sports drink after practice, smile small but real. Watched the way her eyes slid right past him like he wasn’t even there.

It was a new kind of punishment. Not yelling. Not anger. Just being invisible to the one person he’d been trying to get to look at him his whole life.

He caught himself remembering things in flashes. Her sleeping on his shoulder, her smile behind the gym lights, the way she had gently cleaned his lip with her handkerchief years ago, pretending she didn’t care while her fingers trembled.

Now he felt as if he’dbroken it. He’d broken her and he wasn’t sure if he deserved to fix it.

——————————————————————————

The gym was mostly dark by the time [Y/N] stepped outside, her duffel slung over one shoulder, hair still damp from a quick shower. She sighed, rubbing at her neck, exhaustion creeping into her bones after a long afternoon of cleaning up after practice and managing the volleyball team’s logistics.

The last thing she expected was to find Atsumu Miya leaning against the wall just outside the main doors.

She stopped in her tracks.

“What do you want?” She asked, deliberately trying to keep her tone flat.

Atsumu straightened immediately, hands shoved into his pockets like he didn’t know what to do with them.

“I… just wanted to talk.”

She rolled her eyes and walked past him. “Not in the mood.”

He followed. “Just for a second.”

“Miya- ”

“Please.” He said, and it came out quieter than she expected. “I... I need to say somethin’. Just once. You don’t even have to say anythin’ back. I just- let me talk.”

Something in his voice made her stop. Not the usual sarcasm. Not teasing. No smugness, no stupid grin. Just... him. Real and raw.

She turned to face him, arms crossed. “You have exactly two minutes.”

He looked like he was trying to wrestle the words into shape. Like he hadn’t practiced this half as much as he’d claimed he would.

“I was lookin’ for you that day.” He said. “The last day of the tournament.”

She blinked. “What?”

“That morning. Before I saw you with Kita. I wasn’t plannin’ to fight. Wasn’t plannin’ to ruin everythin’. I was... gonna tell you. How I felt.”

Silence. He kept going, voice low and thick with everything he’d kept buried for years.

“It started when we were six, okay? You were sittin’ in the sandbox with Osamu and you were smilin’ and buildin’ that stupid castle like it was the most important thing in the world. And you looked so happy. So... bright. Like a sunbeam or somethin’. And all I could think was- I wanted that smile pointed at me. Not Osamu. Me.”

He took a breath. She stood there with an unreadable expression on her face but he kept going.

“So I did the dumbest thing I could think of. Pulled your pigtails. Got yelled at. Called a meanie. And it still felt better than bein’ ignored.”

She stayed silent, her eyes on his, unmoving.

“And it never stopped.” He said. “Every time I teased you, every time I said somethin’ stupid, it was just ‘cause I didn’t know how else to make you look at me. I was scared if I didn’t get under your skin, I’d disappear.”

His voice cracked a little.

“You looked at Osamu like he was the only person who understood you. Then you got older, and you started lookin’ at other people like that. And every single time I saw it, I wanted to tear my own goddamn hair out because I wanted it to be me.”

Atsumu swallowed.

“That day behind the gym. I saw you with Kita and... I don’t know. I lost it. I thought I missed my shot. I thought I was too late. So I said the one thing that would push you away for good. And I regretted it the second it left my mouth.”

He looked at her now, no longer hiding behind anything.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You are special, [Y/N]. You always were and I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. Even when I didn’t know what that meant.”

A beat of silence. And another. And another. [Y/N] didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Didn’t say a word. Atsumu’s chest tightened. The silence clawed at his throat.

“I- I get it if you don’t wanna talk to me ever again,” he rushed out. “I mean, after everything, I’d hate me too. I’m a loudmouth. I don’t think before I speak. I ruin everythin’. And I get it if you’re into someone like Kita ‘cause he’s mature and quiet and- God, I’m makin’ this worse, aren’t I- ”

“Shut up.”

He blinked. She was suddenly in front of him, close. Too close and, before he could process the way her eyes were shining or how her lips parted or how her hands grabbed the front of his jacket. She kissed him.

Hard. Like she’d been waiting years. Like all that time she’d been biting her tongue and pushing him away had been holding back this single, explosive moment.

He froze for a second. Then kissed her back like he might never get the chance again.

Her hands curled into his collar. His found her waist. She was warm and real and right there in his arms and he couldn’t stop tasting the apology between their mouths.

When they pulled apart, barely an inch between them, her breath hitched.

“I really hate you.” She whispered.

His lips quirked up. “You kiss all the people you hate like that?”

“Only the ones who pull my pigtails and get into fights over me.”

He laughed, the sound soft and disbelieving. “Does that mean you’re not gonna pretend I don’t exist anymore?”

“No promises.”

He grinned wider. “Still a princess, huh?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Still a meanie?”

They stood like that, foreheads almost touching, breath mingling in the cool air outside the gym.

Then, like it had always been this simple, like the whole world had just clicked back into place, she leaned into him again.

And this time, he didn’t have to pull her pigtails to make her look at him.

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can i request prompt number 18 ew you like candy corn with luke hughes please? i actually like candy corn and i think he would like it too lol

i fucking LOVE candy corn bro not enough people like it 😭 i also agree he probs would like it but i had an idea at the end that i thought was cute so apologies!

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“Okay, we have pizza, we have soda, we have dessert, we have horror movies to last a lifetime and we have candy,” Quinn declares gesturing to the mountain of food laid out before you.

You, Quinn, Jack, Luke, Trevor, and Cole were all hanging out together for your not so annual halloween party. However, the use of the word party is extremely loose considering it was usually you guys plus any significant others or random friends that have decided to tag along. It also consisted of eating as much food as possible and watching all types of horror flicks until everyone is passed out on the couch in a food coma.

You guys start with a classic horror film, Halloween and you’re each curled into your individual seats. You and Luke on one loveseat, Quinn sitting by himself, and Jack, Trevor, and Cole on the big couch.

You’re almost through your third movie, Jack pausing it so he can go to the bathroom and you turn to look at Quinn.

“Did you buy candy corn?”

“Yes weird gremlin I bought candy corn for you,” he jokes, getting up from his seat and heading to the kitchen to grab it.

“You like candy corn?” Trevor asks and when you nod he makes a face. “That’s disgusting.”

“And this is why you don’t have friends,” you retort and Trevor’s jaw drops, hand reaching up to dramatically clutch his heart while Cole laughs next to him.

“I’ve never had candy corn,” Luke says from next to you and you turn with a loud gasp.

“You’ve never had candy corn?!” you exclaim.

“Here we go,” Cole murmurs and you shoot him a look but you both end up cracking a smile the minute you make eye contact.

“Heads up,” Quinn calls and you can’t even react in time when the bag of candy corn is thrown in your direction.

Luke thankfully catches it and hands it over to you where you rip the bag open quickly and pick out one of the big pumpkin shaped candy corn pieces.

“Try it,” you tell him.

“Is she on this candy corn bullshit again?” Jack asks when he comes walking back into the living room and you flip him off before turning and waiting for the youngest Hughes brother to finally try candy corn.

You watch as Luke takes a bite, unsure at first but then nodding his head as he continues to chew.

“This is pretty good,” he says, smiling lightly.

“Hah!” you exclaim, turning to the rest of the boys. “Get fucked!”

“We're never gonna hear the end of this,” Quinn sighs and you grin widely.

After two more movies you’re successfully passed out next to Luke, your head resting on his shoulder. The other boys have gone to bed but Quinn quietly cleans up the area first.

“Luke?” he asks and the young boy looks up at his older brother.

“Did you actually like the candy corn?”

Luke glances down at you, making sure you’re fast asleep before looking back over at his brother.

“Not at all,” he admits.

“Thought so,” Quinn responds, a soft knowing smile on his lips. “Goodnight.”

“Night Quinn.”

[satorudoll]

Gojo saying he hates taking care of brats and then becoming the best dad ever 🤫

💌! anon, you have NO IDEA what that panel of jjk going around was doing to me. Toru literally my cutest hubby ^^

You still remember meeting the grumpy and dork of a seventeen year old manchild when you entered the Jujutsu high's hallways for the very first time.

Your most core memories of him being the ones where he used to accompany you to your part time jobs, to babysit little kids.

While the three year old would be building blocks on the ground in front of you both, Satoru thinking of himself as the sly one would try scooting closer to your side on the couch. Softly grazing your hand and closing his one over it as he'd lean in to whisper something along the lines of,

"Baby, I think this is an amazing time to makeout before this utter nuisance turns his head arou—"

His words being cut off short with the ripping cries of the three year old who'd start to kick his feet and throw all his blocks around in pure anger.

Satoru would heave the loudest sigh,

"Baby please I just need a quick peck plea–"

But you would immediately stand up in panic and lift the child up in your arms, completely falling deaf to your touch deprived boyfriend.

"Satoru I think the baby pooped! " You exclaimed, turning the little boy left and right in the air.

"ew— EW! " Your boyfriend's second signal of disgust getting louder at what you did next, as quick as Satoru was to scrunch his face in disgust, you too were as fast to shove the three year old sobbing boy in your boyfriend's face. Forcing him to hold the baby.

"Hold him tight! I'll be right back with some new nappies and wipes! "

You stormed off, not caring about the way your boyfriend was screaming in pure horror along with the sobbing baby.

"Stop—" He tried to push the baby as far away from his nose as possible, "Stop! I'll actually die if your nasty stuff gets a anywhere on my skin! " He is yelling in pure fear, as if the kid was understanding whatever he was saying.

"Oh my holy lord, Y/n, please get here fast. I don't think I have too much time left! " He is crying out for you as the baby's face gets redder, cheeks puffier and his tiny legs kicking madly in the air the longer he stares at the snowy haired guy's disgusted face. Satoru was shriveling in pure terror by every passing second.

As soon as you enter the room with all the necessary materials Satoru dramatically gasped in relief, as if he just saw Jesus himself walk in to save him from his death.

He watches you and the baby from the couch with his big blue eyes stretched wide in disgust as you are in the process of cleaning the little one up.

"They better pay you a good chunk for that" He continues to comment while continuing to curl himself up in a ball .

You roll your eyes and turn to face Satoru who looked like he was in a Lion's den.

"Why don't to try putting his diaper on? " You ask, holding up the new pair of diaper.

"No! What if that demon has some poop left sticking around his butt! "

You sigh loud, "Toru, I cleaned him well. He is fine."

"But–" He stops, seeing the way your eyes were literally judging him at this point,

"Ugh– fine! But don't cry for me when I get his poop on my hand and die on spot! "

He walks towards you both, stomping and looking all moody and pouty in annoyance. Slumping down and snatching the new diaper from your hand while mumbling a "only coz I love you too much" while still looking annoyed as hell, but you couldn't help the small smile that slips on your face while looking at how he acts no different than the three year old right in front of you.

As the baby stares at Satoru's pouty and moody face who was wondering which side of the diaper was supposed to be in the front, the little boy lets out a hearty giggle.

That catches Satoru's attention.

Satoru raises a brow,

"Oh, So you wanna get along now? " The grown seventeen year old questions, making the baby coo and kick his feet.

Satoru's pout slowly lifts into a smile at that.

"Well, You don't seem like that bad of a guy yourself. Maybe we can get along after all." He shrugs with a smirk.

"watch me babe, I just know well enough how to make these little poopers laugh." He says in confidence and you fold your arms, watching them with a raised brow and big smile.

"Here comes superhero Gojo to save the nakey baby's day! " He lets out, in the most childish playful tone, something you were yet to experience from a 'tough guy' like him up until now.

The baby bursts out in laughter, Your smile turning into a huge grin at the sight

"Superhero Gojo?? Say that again, lemme record it! " You laugh out loud, getting up immediately to look for your cellphone

"Hello? Don't try making fun of me, I'm getting into the charac— "

Oh, the baby loves interrupting the seventeen year old boy's moments for sure.

But this one seemed like straight up hate crime to Satoru,

The baby shoots his pee right at his face.

Your jaw drops down and your eyes go wide in literal shock at the sudden occurrence and you completely freeze on your steps.

As for Satoru,

Boy, he was way too deeply traumatized to move himself right away, Eyes squeezed shut tight he felt like his soul leave his body as all his limbs suddenly became stiff and completely paralyzed.

"Oh my– Satoru— " You were trying so hard not to give up everything and burst in a fit of laughter at the entire scene that unfolded right in front of your eyes.

The baby, however, seemed to be having the best time of his life, giving out the most hearty belly laughter as he finished his work on your boyfriend's face.

"Y/n— i think— I think I'm gonna lose my six eyes— I can't open my eyes—" His hands trying to reach out for you

"Satoru! You are not even trying to open them- let's wash your face!" You immediately put the diaper on the baby yourself before grabbing your boyfriend's hand and guiding his soulless body to the nearest washroom.

As you were saying goodbye to the little boy who was in his mother's arms, you couldn't help but notice how he was staring at Satoru in disgust with his nose scrunched.

You turn to take a glance at Satoru who was holding a tight lipped smile at the boy while waving goodbye. Trying to hard to not humble the baby in front of his mom.

The walk back home that day was quite, none of you really spoke. Satoru looked like he wanted to go back to his room and dive his face straight into the blankets.

You shouldn't be surprised, None of the kids you took care of really got along with Satoru. Most either ended up pulling locks of his hair or throwing their toys at his face. You don't even know why he was still so up about accompanying you every weekend.

You both pause as you finally reach the gates of Jujutsu high,

The awkward silence starting to make you feel bad for what he had to keep going through.

"Did you see how that little clown was looking at me? After I let him pee on my precious face, that too ?!" He finally bursts in utter shock.

"Satoru, I'm sorry.." you sigh, but as much as you felt sad for him you pursed your lips, concealing a laugh.

"You know — My mom always taught me when I was a kid to never befriend your enemies, Look what happened! You just can never be good to anyone these days! This is how people end up walking all over you!" He continued to rant,

as much as you were thinking he wasn't being serious, your boyfriend's tightly knit brows and fuming face told you otherwise.

"Ugh.." He grunts in annoyance before shoving his hands in his pant pockets, looking down, kicking one of the small pebbles on the ground

"This was my last straw.. I never wanna get stuck babysitting a brat ever again" He mumbles in pure annoyance.

It's been ten years since,

the image of the childish dramatic teen still so fresh in your memories, the guy who would always mumble an 'oh god, lets run' or 'another one of satan's poop' whenever you both would be out together and spot kids running in the streets.

A soft smile spreading across your lips as you pull the duvets down at the sudden burst of memories, slowly peeling your eyes open, vision trying to adjust to the big white and beige decorated bedroom.

You get up on your feet when you hear the noise of utensils clanking coming from the kitchen.

Taking small, lazy strides you walk towards the kitchen in your white oversized shirt and fuzzy woolen brown socks.

Rubbing your eyes as you pause on your steps and stare at the scene in front of you at the kitchen.

"Does my Kana like it??" You watch the snowy haired male softly question the two year old who was sat on the marble counter.

The little baby girl nods her chubby face and suddenly clasps both sides of the spoon in her tiny palms, trying to pull back the spoon that Satoru was holding, closer to her mouth, the little baby spoon seemingly containing some yogurt.

Satoru was sitting down the floor on his knees in front of the counter where your little baby was placed, The grown man was in just a pair of his checkered red sweatpants, without even a shirt on in the cold freezing temperature. All his previous scars scattered around his bare skin that ran all the way up to his face still visible well enough, One that you and your baby girl used to cry over when they were in healing process, but grew to love so much now. As you stand there and stare at them your memories took you back again to show the contrast between the once boyish dorky seventeen year old who had now grown up into the man right in front of you.

Satoru was too focused on the little girl to notice your presence, his big blue eyes staring up at the two year old who was swinging her small feet and staring back at her dad with big doe eyes.

"wait– let papa tie up kana's hair or it'll get in your mouth, baby" he smiles, giving her messy white hair that matches his, a gentle stroke. As soon as Satoru stands up, the tiny girl forwards both her hands and starts making grabby hands at the huge man.

"pa– pa! " She coos trying to reach out to him.

"c'mere my little softie" He chuckles, quickly lifting her off the counter and letting her chin fall slump on his bare shoulders, her big glowing eyes finally falls on you while she is sucking onto her thumb messily and almost drooling all over her dad's bare shoulder, Satoru who was busy looking for her little barbie hair tie couldn't seem to care at the moment.

"pa! ma– ! ma wakey !" she immediately points at you in surprise, causing your husband to immediately turn around to face you.

Your lips melt into the softest smile at your little girl's baby voice.

"morning to the best girl " you giggle, walking up to them and landing a big smooch on her forehead.

"morning honey" Your husband throws a wide lazy grin at you, his snowy white hair still tousled and messy, eyes still looking a bit puffy, signaling he too woke up not long ago.

"morning Toru bear " you smile,

he immediately leans in to try kissing you.

You try scooting away,

"Ugh, I haven't brushed yet—" you groan, trying to block his face,

"Neither have I," he shrugs with a boyish grin before stepping forward with your little girl still in his arms, proceeding to snatch a quick peck, which just slowly turns into a little kiss session.

Kana's eyes widen at the scene, and she lifts her small hand up in the air. "me– kana too! ma pa kana too! "

It makes you and Satoru pull away from each other and giggle, You both start smooching the little baby's face together who starts scrunching her nose in response.

"ma pa stink! " she immediately voices making you laugh,

"oh? no more kisses for Kana" Satoru raises a brow, starring at kana dead serious.

That makes the little girls eyes widen and bottom lips quiver before her big eyes start getting glossy.

Satoru's eyes widens at that.

"Papa was just joking! Papa will never stop giving kana big big kissies! " He tries to rock her as she continues staring at him with big sad eyes.

"ok– let's go play, let mommy wash her face! " he is about to walk away when you stop him by his arm.

"I'll take care of her, you should first go wash up" You suggest, but he shakes his head.

"I'll miss her all day once I leave for work let me spend some time" he pouts, You sigh and give a nod at that.

You watch them walk away,

standing for a bit longer at the same spot to watch your husband put the little girl who was in her cherry printed bodysuit and frilly white socks down the ground.

"it's snowingg ! " Her dad sits down the fluffy beige carpet and exclaims, pointing at the view in the window, making her looking at him with big smile,

"snoing! " she repeats after him and also pointing at the tall windows that displayed the snow covered garden with her tiny finger, before proceeding to waddle towards Satoru and climbing up on his lap to sit down on it, while still continuing to stare out at the window and swinging her little feet out of habit as Satoru starts carefully pulling back the locks of her hair, trying to tie it into mini space buns.

Your little girl suddenly looks back at her dad while practically sucking on her entire tiny fisted hand as Satoru is still doing her hairstyle.

"papa lov uh!" She innocently exclaims, throwing her tiny hands in the air, looking at him with her big round eyes, waiting for an I love you back.

Satoru's lips pull up into a big heartfelt grin.

"love you lot lot more softie" He whispers playfully making her scrunch her nose and giggle, before turning back to look outside the windows.

"papa luv kana" your baby girl continues to sing to herself while getting her hair done by her dad,

"my cutest little fairy " he mumbles to himself while continuing to do her hair.

Your heart felt so full, You got to be in heaven right now. You enjoyed every little moment they shared, hearing kana's voice in middle of the night entering your room to tap Satoru awake every time she felt scared in her room, how you will then find them both in the morning, asleep on the couch with her sprawled on his chest and drooling over it while he had his buff arms wrapped around the tiny baby but still managing to sleep soundly with her, the way you had to rip Satoru back and tell him to go get ready for work instead of cleaning Kana's snot and drool up constantly. Having to calm down Kana who would start crying bloody murder when Satoru finally gets dressed for work and stands near the doorway, waving you both a goodbye. Satoru having to always bargain with her by leaving a bunch of endless kisses all over her chubby cheeks and forehead, and also promising to watch Disney movies with her in the upcoming weekends if she stops crying when he leaves.

Oh she was definitely a daddy's girl. One that Satoru would never get tired of no matter how much of a brat she'd become. You have to hold back a laugh every time you think about how the Satoru you knew from ten years ago would react if he would have known about this information.

[laylasopinion]

Chapter 1 Part 1

MINORS DNI !!!!

//Tags: Softmaledom!Omniman x reader

(Tags will change in part 2 if there is smut)

Sorry for bad english, I know this sucks.

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It all started when you were walking down the street and a car came flying towards you.

Chicago was under attack by supervillains (again) and sooner or later everyone would end up dead or so you thought.

Well this was the end, you estimated that there were 0.5 second before that car hit you and crushed you to death so you did what any person would do in this situation, pray. 0.5 seconds passed and you didn’t die, were you prayers answered by a god?

I mean you could consider him a god….

You slowly opened your eyes to see the new superhero in town who was holding the heavy car with his pinky.

It was love at first sight.

You and him got very close over time and started to date. He brought you trees instead of flowers because he thought that it symbolized something much stronger. You went drinking together, walked together on rainy nights. As the time you spent with him increased the tension between you and him skyrocketed too.

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Tonight y/n and Nolan had a date.

“Come on, you gotta tell me who you keep seeing!” Said Allen. He was y/n’s bestfriend.

“You know i cant, i don’t want you to scare him off Allen.”

“Atleast help me a little with choosing what to wear. Here, should I wear the black tight dress or the red one?” Asked y/n.

“Uuuhh wear the black one and also put in that lingerie over there peeking out of your drawer, it might excite him. Not me tho ew you 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 girl!” Said Allen with a sarcastic tone in his voice.

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The tension was too strong for y/n. Nolan never tried anything on her, he never made a move or even initiated something sexual. Y/n was hoping to break that tension tonight. She waited patiently for Nolan at the restaurant.

“Hey sweetie, did you order yet?” Nolan asked.

Nolan had a ralph lauren sweater on with light brown pants. He was holding a bouquet of pink tulips.

Y/n gets up and kisses Nolan. Nolan melts into the kiss and things start to get more heated. He pulls away.

“You silly girl, why did you wait for me. You were probably hungry.”

Nolan quickly orders them food.

Y/n needed a way to seduce Nolan, FAST. She lifted up the table cloth and slowly trailed her feet along his leg. Nolan flinched.

“W-what are you doing.?” He shivered. Y/n looks him in the eyes.

“Please Nolan I need you.” Nolan chokes on his water.

He gets up. “Im sorry I need to go to the bathroom.”

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Nolan’s POV:

“Fuck what is she trying to do, she isn’t normally like this.” He thinks.

“If this goes on I won’t be able to control myself, I need to refreshen up in the bathroom.”

He heads to the bathroom.

“Fuckfuckfu- why do I need to have a hard on right now. I just want to have a nice dinner with her. Why won’t it go away ngh, I need a solution for this.”

He unbuckles his pants and lowers his pants down.

*to be continued*

[gaytoescvlt]

cw: mean boyfriend, degradation (not really sexual), smut, unprotected, p in v, might be ooc but I can see him being a dickhead tbh.

Authors note: I haven’t actually posted anything for jjk before (I was too scared lol), so if you all like this and want more, lmk. This may or may not be based off my boyfriend, cause I needed to vent a little lol, it’s fine chat. Enjoy <3

Mean bf Suguru, who’s always degrading you in front of his friends.

“Look at you! Put your tits away slut, want my friends to see how desperate you are?”

“You’re fucking stupid, skank.”

“Get a load of this dumb bitch-“

His words stung, but you do your best not to let him know he gets to you. You know he acts big and bad in front of his friends as to not seem weak.

Mean bf Suguru, who barely ever texts you back.

“Hey Suguru, what do you want for dinner tonight?”

Read at 4:47pm.

“Hey baby, I miss you! Can I drop by later?”

“Ew idgaf.”

Staring at his texts made you tremble softly, wondering why you even bothered with him.

Mean bf Suguru, who acts like he absolutely hates you, almost all the time.

“Hey, wanna watch a movie or something?”

“Sure, sounds nice.”

He scrolled through for a moment before he picked a movie that you had mentioned you liked months ago.

“This is one of my favorite movies-“

“Yea, you talk so fucking much so I’ve able to learn a thing or two.”

He grabs your shoulders with a feather light touch and lays you to rest against him. His firm grasp is warm, safe, secure. Everything you wish he was.

He lays there with you, occasionally adding in small comments about things happening on screen. He cracks a few jokes and makes you laugh more than anyone else could. It’s the moments like this that you stay with him for.

You almost miss the way he presses gentle kisses onto your shoulder and the back of your neck.

Mean bf Suguru, who shows that he loves you with the way he fucks you.

“Fuck baby, you look so pretty right now-“

You sat on his lap, bouncing on his cock at a near brutal pace. His hands firmly held your hips as he looked up at you in utter awe, like you were the most angelic thing he’d ever seen.

“Fuck your so tight, take me so well- fuck!”

Suddenly his hands move from your hips to grab at your back. He brings you down so that you’re flush against his chest.

“Kiss me, please, I need it-“

You oblige and meet his lips with a messy kiss.

Before you know it, he’s flipping you onto your side, and is pumping deep inside you in a cuddle position.

His grip on you is impossibly tight, like he’s scared that the second he lets go, you’ll disappear.

He thrusts into you like a mad man, but every stroke is filled with the upmost tenderness and raw intimacy.

“I’m close babe, can I cum inside? Please, fuck-“

You quickly nod your head, feeling your own high rapidly approaching. He reaches in between your connected bodies and begins to rub fast circles on your clit. You begin to feel the pit in your stomach get tighter as he twitches inside of you.

“Fuck I’m cumming, take it, take it all like a good girl.”

With that you release at the same time as him.

He collapses next to you, attempting to regain his composure.

“Y’need anything?”

“Water would be nice-“

“Of course, babe, don’t need you passing out on me.”

He comes back with ice water and a towel and begins to clean you up.

Once you’re taken care of, he wraps his arms around you, and you soak up the next few hours of intimacy. You know that when you wake up in the morning, your boyfriend is gonna go back to being an asshole.

[jesterscourt-e]

Do you have to let it linger? part 3

A/N: LFG ok this chapter is shorter because next chapter ya’ll… home stretch also I’m changing my formatting some I’m sorry I’m new to this yall.

CW: yearning, angst, arguing

Yesterday 2:00 am

Schlaggot made it home

3 missed calls

Schlaggot answer me bitch

5 missed calls

——-

A week later

You startle out of your dream from your phone hitting the floor and buzzing. You stir and try to slow your heart, blinding yourself with the phone screen.

Incoming call… Theodore

Accept Decline

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“What?” You groan.

“You gotta tell me what happened,” a serious voice responds.

“What time is it?”

“4 am,” Ted responds plainly.

“Can it wait like 4 more hours?” You say putting it on speaker and laying the phone next to your pillow.

“No. Not a chance. I just got off the phone with a one Jonathan Schlatt, and I need to know now.”

“Ask him dude.”

“No man, I want to ask YOU.”

“Why though? you were just talking to him?”

“He was in a mood. I don’t like to pry when he gets like that, it just drives him away more.”

You could understand that. You knew what kind of mood he was referring to. When schlatt gets burnt out or depressed it’s totally shut off mode. When he’s done with something he’s DONE. He’s pretty candid with his surface feelings but there were deeper thoughts you knew he didn’t share with anyone.

“I don’t know what you want me to do.”

“Look y/n I know it’s not my business- no fuck that! These are my best friends, this is my business. Why haven’t you been answering calls or texts? total silence from you. Not just to schlatt but all of us,” as he points out the obvious, your tears break free towards your pillow. “What. Happened.” Ted demands now very sternly.

You explain to Ted how you and schlatt got hot and heavy too fast and you stopped him. How caring schlatt was, how understanding and supportive. How you’ve been trying to push your feelings for him away but you liked him more than he pretended to like you online to the audience. You realized you weren’t joking anymore and when schlatt said he wanted to remain friends you needed to put some distance. That meant total radio silence for a while to get over your feelings.

“I really do like him. And he just doesn’t feel the same. And I was stupid for thinking the joke could be real. I thought I was invincible to it and like I couldn’t fall for someone again but no. Here I am. I have feelings for a guy with fucking mutton chops,” you borderline yell at the end. You sigh after a couple beats of silence, “I’m glad we didn’t go further though cuz then I’d really feel like a fucking fool.” You weren’t crying anymore, just mad.

“Well, maybe you can explain this to Schlatt, so he doesn’t think you’re mad at him,” Ted says after a while.

“I am mad at him!” You pause hearing Ted’s confusion, “He just doesn’t know why… and I’m not really mad at him. Just upset? Ugh dude I don’t fucking know.” You shove your face in your pillow and scream.

“Well feel the feelings you need to, but I think if you care about schlatt you’ll tell him you just need space or like your goldfish died or something I don’t know, man. Just communicate.”

“Ok…” you say, sighing.

“I love you buddy. It’s gonna be alright.”

“Yeah I know, just sucks.”

“For what it’s worth, I do think Schlatt cares about you. I don’t know why he decided to friendzone you-“

“Ew don’t say that word.”

“Whatever. Come over this weekend let’s go do some shit and get you out of this funk,” He says wrapping up the call. Agreeing with Ted you hang up and pass out again.

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You get up later in the morning and decide to stream today. You hadn’t streamed since the schlatt stream because you didn’t want to endure the bombardment of chat. It figures that you did an in person stream with Schlatt right before you guys established your relationship as friends so now the whole community thinks you guys are a thing. Of fucking course.

The week had been full of working out and going into the dance studio to work on dancing videos. you distracted yourself with coming up with new video ideas and choreo to do. You focused on the work that didn’t involve schlatt at all to help your creative flow.

You set up your piano, your computer, microphone, etc. putting your lights on and getting into the headspace. You hadn’t decided if you were going to do an album breakdown, just play some covers, or watch videos. You knew at the very least you could give them an update of upcoming projects.

As you set up the tweet, the “stream starting” screen, and messaged a couple mods, you grabbed your guitar and held it idly. You could feel the hesitation in your body. You felt heavy now trying to work up the courage and energy to turn the camera on. You hadn’t been particularly depressed about the whole situation, just numb. Seeing the chats roll through however started to form a brick in your throat. You finally sighed and pulled the trigger.

“Chat,” you started immediately, “no schlatt today. Let’s get that out of the way,” you gesture around the room. “So, I’ve been busy this week in the studio, I haven’t had a second to breathe.” (Lie) “and I want to give you guys 10 minutes to ask schlatt questions then we’re gonna move on,” you continue.

You start reading chat as you speak, “and after the ten minutes is up if you mention Schlatt you’re gonna be in a timeout the rest of the stream.”

what?????

Omfg you and schlatt are so cute

Hey y/n! where’s Schlatt?

Do you live with him now?

Are you guys dating?

Omg did something happen?

Why no schlatt

“Ok, Schlatt went home that same day we streamed, so no we don’t live together and no we aren’t dating. I don’t know what to tell you guys other than that Schlatt and I really are just friends,” you finish as the chats keep coming.

You feel your phone vibrate next to you and subtly look to see who it is.

Of course. Schlatt. calling again.

You put your phone on DND and keep reading the chats. As you read you get a couple TTS.

“Hey y/n, you and schlatt have great chemistry, do you have a crush on him? All the love!”

“Hey thanks oopygoopy, no I don’t have a crush on Schlatt.”

The next TTS

“Answer your phone bitch.”

Schlatt again. This time he donated to the stream.

You ignore him and message a mod to tell them to put him in time out for the rest of the stream while chat freaks out.

“Alright chat we’re gonna get started. I want to do an album review today…” you ignore chat and start up a new album to listen to with chat and discuss the themes and harmonies. You really just needed a couple more hours to figure out what to say to schlatt.

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After 3 hours, an album review, and some keyboard breakdowns of the harmonies, you decide to wrap up the stream, “guys, I’m done. I’ll be on tomorrow with some covers and requests! Thank you for all the love, bye!”

You make sure the stream is shut down and pick up your phone.

4 missed calls

You click it to call schlatt back.

Ring

Ring

Ring

Connecting….

Schlatt’s ceiling pops up on screen.

“Hey.” You say after a couple moments of silence.

“Really?” You hear from off screen. “A week of nothing and you say hey?” You can hear him chewing on something.

“I’m sorry.”

Awkward silence, followed by rustling and chewing.

“JAMBO STOP,” more rustling. “JAMBOOOO”

The camera shifts, you can’t help but laugh. You stop yourself by leaning your mouth in your hand.

“So what’d I do?” He asks casually, his eyebrows come into frame.

“Nothing. It’s not you,” you start before he interrupts.

“No don’t fucking start with me. What did I do? You’re ignoring me.”

“To be fair I’ve been ignoring everyone.”

“Yeah but you’ve been ignoring me.”

“You’re not special,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“Yes I am. Don’t fuck with me y/n.” He was joking around a little but you could tell he was genuinely hurt and pissed.

“I just needed some space. I think I've been a little burnt out is all.”

Silence. You shift uncomfortably as he continues to chew on the invisible food.

“Is it because I kissed you?” Schlatt says bluntly.

“No, just forget it dude.” you sigh and shake your head. It was hard to come up with an excuse other than just telling him about your feelings.

“Well everything was fine until after the wedding so-“

“Dude fucking drop it ok? I just need some space.”

“I’m sorry that I did that,” he says.

Silence this time with no chewing.

“It’s not about the kiss, schlatt.” You sighed, “I’m not sorry it happened. I wanted it to happen.” Your stomach churned and you felt your heart pumping in your ears.

“It was pretty hot,” schlatt finally scoffs.

“That’s not what I mean!”

“Spit it out then, toots.”

“I liked it, I've wanted you to kiss me for years. Because I have a big fat crush on you,” you spit out.

Silence, schlatt’s face mostly on screen at this point. He had a look of disbelief spread across it, his eyes darting all over the screen.

“You’re fucking with me?” He responds.

All you can do is shake your head.

“I didn’t want to say anything because I don’t want this to ruin our friendship because I know you don’t feel the same. And I really care about our friendship more than my stupid crush on you. And I can’t keep enduring your fake flirting it fucking sucks,” your word vomit spilling out now. “And I thought if I put distance between us I could get over it and then we could just go back to being friends again.”

“You decided to ignore me? That’s not distance. You don’t fucking know how I feel, why would you assume-“ he stops himself and throws his phone down, his face disappears from the screen and you two sit in silence for a long time. “God you can be so stupid.” He says exasperated.

“Fucking whatever dude. I just figured I’d tell you the truth so you’d leave me the fuck alone. I gotta go.” You suddenly hang up before he can respond. You throw your phone down in anger. You were done being tortured in this way. It hurt. You didn’t know if it was the right choice to just tell him but it was out there now. You didn’t know how you wanted him to respond, but it wasn’t like that. He didn’t have to be such an asshole.

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He doesn’t text, he doesn’t call. You text Ted and tell him what happened and when he tries to call you don’t answer. It’s hard enough not to cry as it is, if you talk to Ted right now there’s no way you won’t.

You sit down with your guitar and start to idly play without thinking, you play linger by the cranberries. As you play your chest gets tight and your tears break free.

Oh, I thought the world of you

I thought nothing could go wrong

But I was wrong, I was wrong

If you, if you could get by

Trying not to lie

Things wouldn't be so confused

And I wouldn't feel so used

But you always really knew

I just want to be with you

You feel it all finally. You worked so hard to resist feeling feelings for someone for so long. Scared of what happened before. Having feelings for someone makes you weak and easier to break. You used music to express your feelings and tried to seal them off the rest of the time. This time they seeped out after the end of the song as you cried openly.

—-

For the past two weeks you streamed yourself doing covers, learning songs, or in the dance studio coming up with choreo. The feelings coming out in the art. You played covers of songs you and schlatt listened to on streams trying not to tear up. You let yourself feel a little more openly in front of the audience. They may have been catching on, but if they were you were good at ignoring them. In between streams you worked on recording videos, wrote lyrics and worked on some songs you had been working on for a while. It was a creatively productive time.

You had put schlatt’s messages and calls on silence, but it didn’t matter because he didn’t try to message you. You tried not to notice. Of course you noticed. You hoped maybe he would call and try to say sorry or fix what he had done but he hadn’t. It made you mad to be honest. You tried not to stalk his profiles to see what he was doing but he was silent for the most part on that end too.

Ted on the other hand was messaging constantly. Well as much as he could, he was working on a video and was distracted. Every night he would call though and chat even if he was just on call while editing. He was trying to be supportive. You appreciated how much Ted cared but didn’t overstep. When you initially told Ted what happened after the call he was confused. He didn’t understand why Schlatt reacted the way he did. You didn’t either to be fair. You did feel bad for ignoring him instead of communicating, but because of the way he reacted you felt justified in a way.

As Friday rolled around, and your stream was done for the day, you drove home from the dance studio to shower. You were feeling in high spirits for a change and stopped for food on your way home. When you got home you decided you were going to relax, watch tv, and just do some self care. You hadn’t been taking very good care of yourself and felt like doing your brows and a face mask might help. Maybe even do your nails. The night was young. You even decided to drink a little. As you bundled up under your blankets on the couch watching some comedy you heard a knock on your door.

You got off your couch and set down your drink. Before you walked to the door you inspected yourself. You had sweatpants and a tank top on, hair up and glasses on. You grab a zip up hoodie near the door and throw it on. Nothing fancy, but you figured you should cover up a little more.

As you made your way to the door you put your ear up to see if you could hear who it was, silence on the other end refused to betray the visitor so you slowly opened the door.

Schlatt standing in the hall looked at you sheepishly as you peered out. You suddenly swung the door open all the way to stare at the tall man in shock. He was wearing a crewneck, dark pants, and the classic cap. He had a duffel over his arm and headphones around his neck. Despite his towering height he was cowering.

“Hey.”

“Hey?” You questioned. “What are you doing here?” You asked plainly. Your heart speeding up nevertheless, you could feel the words getting caught in your throat as you spoke.

“Came to see you. Can I come in?”

[marlynnofmany]

Clues

Even though it was mid-afternoon on our spaceship, the local time for this part of the planet was early morning. Zhee and I strolled over from the spaceport to the store where a package was waiting for pickup, expecting to arrive right when it opened, but nope: we were early. Most of the stores on this city street were still closed and dark, lit by the vivid pink sunrise and ignored by passing hovercars. Window cleaners soaped up the big front windows of our destination: a good-sized jewelry/accessory store.

The cleaners were a pair of Strongarms, which made this a fascinating career choice. I’d seen Mimi climb all over the engine parts on our ship. I knew his tentacles had good enough suction for this sort of thing. But these two were small and particularly athletic, and they had climbed to the top of the window, cleaning from the top down, erasing their suction cup marks as they went. If their cleaning tools had been the messy old-fashioned kind, there probably would have been too much dripping to make that possible, but these professionals were cleaning fast with nary a slip.

Zhee didn’t care. “How inconsiderate of the proprietor to not be here early to meet us,” he said with an irritated click of his pincher arms. The pink sunrise reflected off his purple exoskeleton, making him more colorful than usual. He probably would have been proud of that if he wasn’t busy being annoyed. “Waiting here is boring. Let’s see if that shop has anything worth looking at.” He flicked an antenna at the storefront two doors over, which had just turned on its light.

“Sure,” I agreed, “We can at least look through the window if they’re not open yet.”

Zhee grumbled something that made me suspect he might badger them into letting us in even if they weren’t.

Luckily I didn’t have to talk him out of being rude; the store was open after all. It was a little shop full of miscellaneous knickknacks and multi-species food items. Plenty of things to look at. The Frillian shopkeep was delighted to sell us both snacks: gummy intestine candy for Zhee (ew) and mixed nuts for me. I’d had that brand before, and was sure that it didn’t hold anything alien that would give me unexpected allergies.

(I haven’t been allergic to any food yet that was rated for human consumption, but I wasn’t about to take chances.)

I also picked up a packet of the heat stickers that Paint and the others liked, since they were on sale and the shopkeep was excited about this new item.

“Do you get a lot of Heatseekers here?” I asked.

“Oh no, but these have many uses,” she told me, typing in the price. “Other species like to be warm as well, especially if they are headed in a cold direction. And my cousin uses them to warm food! I expect these will be very popular.”

“I expect so,” I agreed.

Zhee was at the door, looking toward the other shop, and he made a little “aha” noise. I finished my purchase, thanked the shopkeep, then joined him in heading back toward the place we’d meant to visit.

I carried my purchases in a nifty Waterwill bag; the shopkeep hadn’t been as excited about that as the heat stickers, so maybe they were old hat here. But I still found the concept of hard water fascinating. It occurred to me that the waterbag and the heat stickers could probably make an awful lot of steam together, especially if handled improperly. I’d be back on the ship soon, though, and the bag could melt into regular water safely in the sink.

The window cleaners were just packing up as we arrived, and the angle of the sun made their work shine. Not a suction cup mark to be seen. I gave them a polite nod while Zhee tried the doors. Still locked, but lights were on inside, as well as the morning sun. Someone moved near the counter. When Zhee rapped on the door and waved a pincher, they hurried forward. It looked like another Mesmer.

The door opened. “Are you the couriers?” snapped a blue-white bug man who was slightly shorter than Zhee. I was a terrible judge of Mesmer ages, but he sounded older. He spoke directly to Zhee.

“Yes,” Zhee said. “From the good ship Slap the Stars.”

“Great. Come with me.” He ushered us inside and re-locked the door, not so much as batting an antenna at our excellent ship name. No sense of fun, this guy.

As we walked between the aisles of shiny merchandise — bracelets and bangles and exoskeleton accents — distant shouting filtered through the closed door in the back. Somebody sounded mad.

“Wait here,” said the Mesmer, gesturing toward the front counter. Then he disappeared into the back room.

Somebody was definitely mad. When the door opened, I caught something about professionalism, in a tone that suggested this was a boss dressing down employees.

A glance at Zhee told me he had no idea either.

When the Mesmer came back — who never did introduce himself, I realized — he was carrying a high-end stasis case for shipping, and he walked quickly. I still caught a few words that sounded like a demand for someone to fess up.

“Everything okay back there?” I asked.

He ignored me. “This must arrive in pristine condition,” he told Zhee, setting the case on the counter.

“Of course,” Zhee said.

I had the tablet for him to sign for the pickup, and I held it out wordlessly. The guy snatched it out of my hands, holding it with one pincher arm and typing with the little wrist fingers on his other. His antennae were scowling.

Zhee gestured to the back room. “Is someone being disappointing?”

“Yes!” he snapped. “One of the night workers has been coming out to the storefront, and leaving display items on the floor! And they refuse to admit who!” He shove the tablet back at me, waving at one of the aisles. Now that he mentioned it, there was an empty display case at the top, with the glass door swung wide.

“Foolish thing to do,” Zhee said.

“Extremely! There is no reason for it, and we are going to find out who!”

Since he was ranting at Zhee and not me, I stepped over to where I could see better. A half-dozen glittery arm cuffs were arranged in a circle on the floor. Weird.

He kept going. “I’m sure it was a human, because of those filthy little marks they leave on everything they touch. The only reason we employ them in the crafting sector is because all the items are cleaned before they’re presented to paying customers. The only one who works up front is under strict orders to wear gloves at all times. But now one of them is sneaking out here and fondling the merchandise! And leaving it on the floor!”

I took a closer look at the door to the display case. Yeah, those looked like human fingerprints, lit up guiltily by the morning sun.

Zhee asked, “Any clues about which human it is?”

“No. I’m not even ruling out the one with the gloves, because this behavior makes no sense, and gloves can be taken off. I swear, I’m this close to firing the lot of them.”

I walked back over to join them. “You know every human’s fingerprint is different, right?”

They both looked at me in silence, which was answer enough.

I said, “If you have your employees all leave prints on something else, you should be able to just match them up.”

The shopkeep’s antennae and mandibles flared into a complicated shape. “WHAT.”

“Sure.” I looked at my own fingers. “Mine are a kind of oval loop, though some people have perfect spirals or a gentle wave.”

He clacked both pinchers. “And you would be able to say which one matches those marks?”

“I should be,” I said, hurrying back over for a closer look. “At the very least, I can narrow it down for you. These are nice and clear. We just need to get a clean set from everybody else that’s not smudged.”

“Yes.” He looked around the storefront full of shiny, valuable things. He frowned. “We’ll have to let them touch something.”

I looked too. “Oh! What about the window?”

He stared at it for a moment. “Acceptable.”

Zhee was skeptical. “Will the culprit deliberately smear their marks?”

“Then that will be a sign of guilt,” the shopkeep hissed.

“What if there are multiple smudges from clumsiness? You might want to prepare for more than one round of dirtying your window.”

He hissed again. “I will make them do it right the first time.”

I had an idea. “What if you told them they were touching the window for a different reason?”

Both sets of bug eye turned toward me. “Such as?”

I fished the pack of heat stickers out of my bag. “Do you think they know what these are?”

The shopkeep leaned his head forward. “What are they?”

“Heat stickers. But! We could pretend they’re lie detectors.”

We could, and we did. It was a silly way to get fingerprints, but I’d read about fictional detectives who’d gone to more elaborate lengths to solve a mystery than this. And it might even work.

The big front windows had a row of shelves under them that meant our suspects would have to lean forward slightly in order to whisper their statements of innocence. They would need to press their hands against the window for balance.

I let Zhee pretend to be the visiting expert while I stuck heat stickers to the window. He did a good job of acting mysterious and aloof while he explained things to the gaggle of employees that the other Mesmer herded out.

As promised, only some were humans. The others were Strongarms with a couple Waterwills. No Heatseekers ready to ask awkward questions about the suspiciously familiar looking “lie detectors made for banks.”

(They had to be mounted somewhere stable, you see, and the suspect had to be close enough to breathe on them. They were normally warm, and would change colors and turn cold when they detected lies. Totally believable.)

Really, it didn’t matter if they believed it or not. They all lined up, looking baffled, and did as their two hissing bosses commanded. The Mesmer from the back room, a large green-and-brown lady who would have been great at hide and seek in the forests of my home, told the humans to go first.

Then when they had all left prints on the window, she told the rest not to bother. While they looked even more confused, she waved me forward with the door to the display case. It had detached neatly, perfect for carrying around and comparing fingerprints.

I held it by the corners and took a close look at the first set. “Not this one,” I announced. “Too triangular.”

Behind me, a human woman asked incredulously, “Are you checking fingerprints?”

“Yup!” I told her, moving on to the next.

The other humans had a variety of reactions to that. An older guy laughed, a younger woman was worried that her hands might be dirty with crafting materials, and others made indistinct noises. Some of the non-human employees asked for an explanation of what was happening.

I kept up my sleuthing, hoping that the prints were all as different as the first couple. I didn’t want to look like I didn’t actually know what I was doing.

“OH MY GOD,” a guy burst out. “It was a marriage proposal, okay? I thought Sierra would be the one to find it.”

I turned around at that, and found one of the humans spilling the beans.

“I’m sorry I didn’t just ask you,” he said to the woman next to him. “I wanted it to be special, like the rock circles we used to leave each other under the tree. I put a note at the top of the earring display, because it looks like a tree.”

I looked at the display he pointed at. I couldn’t see a note from here, but it was distinctly tree-shaped.

The two Mesmer bosses loomed over the guy. “This was courtship?” asked the tall one. “Not a deliberate effort to let our valuables get stepped on or stolen?”

“No!” the guy said. “I’d never do that! I really thought she’d be the only one to see it in the morning, and she’d just put them back and find my note.”

The woman, Sierra, shook her head. “I got moved to the adhesives section. I haven’t been over here all week.”

The man put his hands over his face while the bosses conferred.

“If you promise to never tamper with the displays again, you may keep your job,” the tall one told him.

“I’ll never do it again,” he said. “I don’t have to — I think?” That last was aimed at Sierra.

Her answer was a dramatic kiss that made the rest of the humans applaud and the Mesmers step back in distaste.

“If you are quite done eating each other’s faces,” said the smaller Mesmer, “You are both assigned to cleaning the window and the display of all traces of human filth. Do not leave more.”

“Yes sir,” they chorused.

The other humans gave them congratulatory pats on the back, and exclamations of relief that the whole mess was over. The non-humans seemed mostly relieved. A couple still looked confused, but clearly didn’t want to ask for details.

I handed over the display case door, then peeled a heat sticker off the window. “Guess we won’t need these anymore.”

Everybody went back to what they were supposed to be doing. The night shift got their things together to go home, while the day shift took over the crafting section and opened the store for business. More lights came on. Someone unlocked the front door. Zhee convinced the bosses to reimburse us for the heat stickers. That was nice; I still had more in the pack. And these would be warm for a while still.

I peeled off the last one and decided against putting them in the waterbag. No good making the thing evaporate on the way back to the ship. Instead, I stuck a finger between each and got a fistful of stickers held by their edges. My hand was only a little hot, and it would be a short walk. Speaking of which…

“Let’s go,” Zhee said, pincher arms full of the shipping case.

I opened the door and held it while he passed. Taking up my position at the window was the happy couple, equipped with their own window-cleaning supplies. Luckily they wouldn’t have to reach as far up as the Strongarms had.

They were talking quietly about finding new jobs where they could have the same sleep schedule. And hopefully bosses that didn’t mind a fingerprint or two.

I smiled and let the door shut, leaving fingerprints only on the handle.

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

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The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[k-germsworld]

Haunting

Umji x M! Reader

Sequel of Ruined

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"That's it for today's class. Remember to go back and study since next week you have an exam." Ms. Umji left the class after tidying up. "Damn, Ms. Umji is so beautiful! That body is better than your sex slave." My friend patted my shoulder and said. "Really? Hahaha. I still think Sinb has a better body." Even though I say this, Ms.Umji really made me so obsessed with her. "Then, let me have some fun with Sinb, please." My friend wanted to have sex with Sinb, but I pretended not to hear and left the class. 

On the way out I saw Ms. Umji walking towards a secluded corridor, so I followed her to see what she was doing. I found that Ms. Umji was gone when I walked to that corridor. A force pulled me over when I was about to leave in despair. I was pushed against the wall. After I looked at it carefully, I realized it was Ms. Umji. "Why are you following me?" We were so close that I could feel her breath. Her fragrance attracted me and was immediately addicted to her fragrance. "Hey, I ask you one more time. Why are you following me? What are you trying to do to me?" "No, I didn't want to do anything to you." Your eyes kept avoiding Umji's. "Don't lie to me, student. There is a bulge in your pants."

I was immediately frightened and speechless. I was afraid that Ms. Umji would tell the principal about this. "Yours is so big," I feel my cock being touched. Ms. Umji unzipped my pants and took my dick out and started stroking it. "I heard that you fuck Sinb and made her your sex slave. I want to see if your cock is that powerful." I could only stand there stiffly, watching Ms. Umji play with my cock. Her handjob is completely different from Sinb's, she is so skillful. I was very nervous because I was in a public place, and I was terrified that someone would pass by and see Ms. Umji masturbating for me. She seemed to know I was nervous and whispered in my ear. "Relax, I remember you were very bold when you fucked Sinb. Why are you acting like a coward now?" After saying that, she blew into my ear. This made me so happy that I unknowingly cummed on Ms. Umji's hand. “Ew....” She looked at my semen on her hands and felt disgusted. 

I felt very sorry and kept apologizing to her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cum. It was because your handjob was too good that I accidentally cummed." Ms. Umji seeing my silly reaction, smirked. "Your cum should be on my face, in my mouth, or inside my pussy but not on my hands." Hearing her words made me hard again and my cock was ready for another round with her. "You're big, hard but quick, young man. But not today. Maybe you can save more cum until our next meet-up." She licked the semen from her hand into her mouth and swallowed it all. ”Thanks for the meal, see you again." Ms. Umji winked at me and walked away leaving me and my cock still leaving outside.

Clap clap clap 

There were bursts of snapping sounds coming from the room. “Oh….fuck… Master… yes fuck me like this….” I'm fucking Sinb right now, but all I can think about is Ms. Umji's hand stroking my cock this afternoon. “Master, I am cumming soon.” "Shut up bitch, you can't cum until I let you.” I spanked her. The moment I spanked her ass, I imagined that I am fucking Ms. Umji. In my fantasy, she kept teasing me for being too fast, which annoyed me. I no longer cared whether I was fucking Sinb or Ms. Umji. I grabbed her hair and fucked her hard, making her body arch. “Shut up, now I'm going to show how good I am on the bed.” Even though Sinb was just moaning now, I already thought of her as Ms. Umji who constantly teased me. Under the influence of my imagination, I cummed already. I came back to normal after I cum inside her. Sinb was so exhausted from my fucking that she lay on the bed with a satisfied smile on her face. I was looking at the naked Sinb with a sense of emptiness, and I couldn't get satisfaction. 

"We have exams next week, let's return to normal student life for a while.” “Okay….” Sinb could only agree reluctantly. She was soon falling asleep and so was I. When I fell asleep, I had a dream. I dreamed of Ms. Umji. She stood naked in front of me. Her body is almost as hot as Sinb's. She approached me and guided my hands to touch her tits. The feeling is just like touching in the real world. While I was caressing her tits, she kept moaning. Her moans kept ringing in my ears. Suddenly, she pushed me down and rode on my dick. She was a great cock rider and her expression was so horny while riding the dick. When the moment I almost creampied her, I woke up from my dream. I looked around and found that Sinb had left, which made me feel a little disappointed. When I lifted my quilt, I realized that I had a nocturnal emission but it was a great moment to have sex with Ms. Umji even though it was just a dream. 

The following week is exam week, so I am also studying for the upcoming exam. However, all I could think of now was Ms. Umji, which made me unable to concentrate on my revision. I imagined her body scent, her warm hands wrapped around my cock, and these fantasies made me hard. Although I wanted to concentrate on my studies, Ms. Umji made my heart unable to calm down. I sent a message to Sinb, but she didn't reply. So I called her but she still didn't respond. "Fuck, why she didn't pick up my call !" I needed to settle my needs so I could concentrate on my studies, so I had to lie on the bed and masturbate while fantasizing about Ms. Umji. “Umji…… Ms….. I am cumming ah…..” My sexual fantasy about Umji alone can make me cum all over my hands. I wiped the cum off my hands and started focusing on my revision. On the other side, while I was masturbating, Sinb’s phone showed a missed call and she looked at the message I just sent. “Come to my house now.” She simply put down the phone and concentrated on studying. "Who do you think I am? A prostitute? You come to me when you need me and ignore me when you don't." she said in her mind. 

During the exam week, everyone was very focused on preparing for the exam. I was no exception and even though the exams were tough I managed to get through the exam week. Exam week is over and I'm planning to celebrate by letting my sexual urges out. So I called Sinb's number again, but she still didn't answer. “What the fuck is this bitch doing? Why didn't you answer my call?” After hanging up the phone, I went to look for her to see why she didn't answer my call. On the way there, I saw the woman I have always dreamed of - Ms. Umji. She looks very nice today. I was already hard the moment I saw her. So I decided that I must be able to complete the unfinished agreement with her last time no matter what today.

“Hey, Miss. "Do you still remember our promises?" She looked at me a little doubtfully. "You asked me to save more semen until our next meet-up. I did it. I've been saving it for a week. So I don't know if I can..." She smirked after hearing this. She took my hand and led me somewhere without saying a word. She took me to the meeting room. After closing the door, I eagerly grabbed her cheeks and kissed her. We kissed passionately and I stuck my tongue into her mouth in the process. My hands were not idle, my hands kept roaming her body. I also put my hands into her clothes and touched her tits. The feeling of those tits was exactly the same as the feeling in my dream. I kissed her mouth and then to her neck. "I missed you so much. From that time on, all I could think about was you." “Oh really? Let me check if you save much cum for me after that.” She stopped me from kissing and pulled my pants down. “Woah…. Your cock is really hard and big, don’t you dare to let me down this time.” She was stroking my cock through my panties. It felt so provocative that I wanted to take off my underwear quickly and stuff my dick into her mouth. She noticed my nervousness again. "Relax... You can't cum so fast this time." She stuck out her tongue and let her saliva drip on my underwear. She rubbed her saliva all over the fabric around my cock. She moved closer to my panties filled with her saliva and sniffed them. "It stinks, but I like it." She took my panties into her mouth. Even though it was through the fabric, I could still feel the warmth in her mouth, which I enjoyed very much. 

She continued licking for quite some time until my panties were soaked and I could feel her saliva on my cock. As if Ms. Umji knew I had had enough of teasing, she used her mouth to remove my panties. Once she removed my panties, my cock accidentally slapped on her face. I was very happy when I saw it. Far from being surprised or angry, she was as happy as I was. "Your size surely doesn't disappoint me, I just look forward to having your cock slapped in my face. But can you last longer than last time?" She took my cock into her mouth. That wet and warm mouth makes me very happy. She slowly took my entire length into her mouth. I was shocked by the depth of her mouth. My head almost touched her throat, but she didn't show any uncomfortable and she was enjoying it very much. She spit my cock out and my whole cock was covered in her saliva. She spread her saliva evenly on my cock with her hands. "How?" She smirked and asked me but she didn't give me any time to answer. She had already stuffed my cock inside her mouth again. She could almost swallow my cock so deep every time, my head hitting her throat every time. Her hands were playing with my balls too. She also licks my balls and sucks on them. Her blowjob skills are fucking amazing. She barely used her hands during the blowjob to get me to the point of cumming. Ms. Umji felt that I was about to cum, so she sped up. “Oh fuck…. I might cum now. Umji….!!!” I held her head so she wouldn't move away while I came. I shot all my cum down her throat without giving her a chance to spit it out. I didn't take my dick out until I was sure I was done with my first shot. "You still letting me down, you are too fast on cumming!" She didn't blame me for holding her head, but she blamed me for cumming too fast. 

As I prepared for round two, she already tidied up herself and headed for the door. “Don’t we have a second round?” "I guess that's it for today, you didn’t meet my expectations." Just when she was about to leave, I hugged her from behind. ”Don't leave please, Ms. Umji.”  Although I was begging her to stay, my hands couldn't help but still touch her body and tits. "Let me go, you let me down so much." Just when Umji was about to break free, someone suddenly opened the door to the conference room. We panicked and quickly found a place to hide. Umji did not hide but sat on the chair and I hid under her. "Ms. Umji, why are you here? I just heard a noise here so I came in to have a look. Did you hear or see anything?" "I'm just taking a short break here. I didn't hear any sound here. Maybe you heard it wrong." I don't know who Ms. Umji is talking to, but the voice sounds like it's a man. But these are not important. The most important thing now is that her pussy is right in front of me. To let her stay, I decided to take risks. I fingered her pussy while she was talking to someone.  Although she wanted to leave because of my performance, her underwear was soaked. I touched her panties so lightly that my hands got wet.

“Ah…. please don’t “ Ms. Umji moan slightly. “ Are you okay, Ms. Umji?  Do you need to go to the clinic?“ Seeing her reaction, he became nervous and wanted to help her. “I'm fine, sir. Please leave first, I just need a little more time to rest now.” She resisted my teasing and said to him. Before the male teacher left, I started licking her wet pussy. Her expression became more and more uncomfortable because she had to endure my teasing in front of the male teacher. “Are you really okay, miss?” "Yes.... Leave please." The male teacher finally left at the request of Ms. Umji. 

After confirming he was gone, Ms. Umji could no longer bear it and moaned loudly. “Let me cum hard please.” She pressed my head in front of her pussy and held my head tightly with her legs. In just a short time, she erupted a lot. Because she clamped me so tightly, all her juices squirted onto my face. After she erupted, she was willing to let go of her thighs. As I tried to stand up, she grabbed my face and kissed me. She licked the juices from my face and then kissed me. She kissed me so hard that I almost couldn't breathe and didn't stop until I pulled her away hard. "You are fast too, miss." She blushed because of my teasing.  "Now I'm giving you a chance to fuck me right here. Let me be your slut right here. Just fuck me however you want. Ruined me with your cum.” She whispered in my ear. I won't let the opportunity fly away this time. I pushed her onto the conference table. I couldn't wait to insert my cock into her wet pussy. I pushed her thighs apart and put my cock inside her pussy. “Oh fuck, your dick is so big inside me.” “Your pussy size is so fit with my dick.” I grabbed her waist and kept pounding her. I can see her tits shaking even through her clothes. That dress was too much of an eyesore, so I tore her clothes off. All the buttons on her dress fell to the floor because of me. I can finally see her beautiful and bare tits. She was not wearing a bra as if she was just waiting to show me her tits. I greedily grabbed her tits with both hands and kept groping her tits. Her tits feel so soft. Her mouth opened slightly as if she was telling me that I made her feel good. Her nipples were hard when I touched them, so I buried my head in her breasts and kept sucking on her nipples. "Ah... keep sucking it. I am like cumming." Of course, she reaching her orgasm soon because I am still fucking her pussy even when I am sucking her nipples. “I am cumming soon too, Umji.”  I sped up fucking her in no words for me to cum quickly. Ms. Umji became a moaning mess after I sped up. “Yes… cum inside me…” I pushed my dick as far as it went and ejaculated all my semen inside. “Ah… Fuck, your cum is so hot inside me.” 

After cumming inside her, I laid down on her and panted hard. I should can fuck her as much as I can but I don't know why Ms. Umji can make me so tired after having sex with her one time. "You can't just rest like this, don't you want me to be your cumdump? Just fuck me as much as you can until I can't get out of here." Her words energized me. I turned her around so her ass was facing me and her hands were propped up on the table. "Your ass is so sexy. “Are you trying to seduce your student with your sexy ass?" I spanked her. She let out a moan and shook her head. I spanked her again because I couldn't hear the answer I wanted to hear. "What did you say?"  "Yes, I want to seduce my student with my sexy ass and let them fuck with it." She knows the answer I want to hear. “You are so slutty, miss but I like it.” I spanked her hard until her ass showed my red palm print. While I was spanking her ass, her moans made me very horny. My cock was very hard because of her moans, so I aimed my cock at her pussy and stuffed it in from behind. When I put it in she moaned the loudest she'd ever moaned. She seems very sensitive now. I just put it in and thrust it a few times and she squirted a lot. Her juices flowed down my legs. I kept my position still and used my hands to collect the juices that flowed down my legs and put them into her mouth. She licked my fingers lewdly. She so enjoyed licking juices from my fingers. After she licked all the juices off my fingers, my hands were already filled with her saliva. However, she didn't stop, instead, she continued licking it as if she was licking a cock. Since she wouldn't stop, I had to start pumping her. I pumped harder and harder. She moaned and let go my fingers. I used my saliva-covered fingers to grope her tits.

"Did I much better than your sex slave Sinb, huh?" I was groping her tits with my hands and kissing her ears. I whispered in her ears "Yes, you are definitely better than that bitch, you are my dream girl.”  She smiled with satisfaction and turned her face to kiss me. We kissed passionately, but I didn't stop and continued to fuck her. Seeing her sweat made me lick her sweat. Her sweat was like an aphrodisiac and made me very excited. I started to lose my mind because of Ms.Umji. Everything about her made me crazy. I increased the force of my thrusts regardless of everything. She didn't stop me but instead enjoyed my vigorous thrusts very much. “Yes…. Fuck me like this hard…. Ruined me with your rock-hard dick.” She's so good at dirty talk. Her dirty talk had me almost on the verge of cumming. “Umji…. I am almost!”  "Yes...fill me up with your hot cum again." With the last few thrusts, I creampie her again. This time the semen seemed to respond to my fantasy, I ejaculated even more than the previous times. Only Ms. Umji can makes me cum more and more every time.

“Ah…. your cum is so much inside me. It's so great.” She instantly collapsed on the table from exhaustion. I followed her and lay on her back and my cock are still inside her pussy didn't pull out. We were both panting. "You haven't taken your cock out yet, do you still want to continue, young man?" "Yeah, I'm not tired of fucking you yet." She motioned for me to sit on the chair, she followed my movements and rode directly on my cock. She didn't say anything and just rode my cock in reverse cowgirl. Her skillful riding skills brought me to the point of climax without even moving. I came quickly this time because she was so good at riding my cock. “I am sorry, cumming too fast this time.” I immediately apologized to her, feeling like she wouldn't like me cumming so fast. "It's okay, we can try other positions until you can't cum anymore." She looked at me and smirked. We didn’t know how long we had been having sex in the conference room. We only noticed that the sky outside had darkened. We were both lying there exhausted, and Ms. Umji's pussy was full of semen. “Tha..nks for the semen.” She said shakily, and I watched with satisfaction as my semen filled her pussy. 

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Hello, I'm back to writing smut again. It’s been a long time since I’ve written, and I feel like I don’t know how to write. Btw, I'm still thinking about an ending to this series. I wanted to write a bad ending for this man because he was so bad to Sinb. How do you think the ending of this series should be written? Hope you will like this

[dreamwritesimagines]

You're so right, Logan and Sunshine's idea of parenting would be SO different. I love the idea of Logan playing with Theo like the little kid he is and Sunshine freaking out like the helicopter mom she is

- "CAREFUL LOGAN!! HE COULD BREAK HIS HEAD!"

"Princess, I promise I ain't gonna drop him." Logan says as he's holding Theo upside down by his ankles, swinging him around as they walk "Unless he wants to be dropped, right kid?"

"Don't drop me, Mr. Logan!" Theo laughs

"What was that? I can't hear ya kid? Did ya say drop ya?" Logan would fake like he's gonna drop Theo. Both Theo and Sunshine scream

- Theo's adorable laughter is the only thing that keeps Sunshine from clawing Logan to pieces 

- "DON'T drop me, Mr. Logan!" 

"Oh! DON'T drop you?" Logan would chuckle "Well, why didn't you say so?" Logan would swing Theo right side up and put him up on his shoulders "How's the weather up there, bub?" 

"It's great! Look how tall I am, Mom!" Theo leans on Logan's head as he tries to make eye contact with Sunshine. She nervously keeps her hands up near Theo in case she needs to quickly catch him

"You're gigantic, Bean! You must be eating everyone's vegetables at school to have gotten that big. But maybe we can shrink down again? It would make mom feel a whole lot better if you weren't taller than her. I mean, how am I supposed to kiss your cheeks when you're way up there?"

"Like this!" Theo would stretch his face as low as he can. Sunshine would chuckle and lean in to plant a sloppy kiss on Theo "Ew! Mom!" 

- Theo shoots up and to wipe his face with his sleeve 

- Logan would laugh until Sunshine places a sloppy kiss on his cheek too

- "Mom!" Theo gasps and quickly wipes Logan's face for him "I'm so sorry, Mr. Logan. My mom is gross."

"Hey!" Sunshine pouts her lips and huffs

"Don't worry, Theo, I can handle a little 'gross'," Logan smiles "After all, I handle you kids just fine."

- Theo gasps and starts babbling about how officially 'not gross' he is while Logan grabs Sunshine's hand as they keep walking

THIS IS SO SWEET OMGGGG-

Sunshine is definitely a helicopter mom and Logan is gonna be the more relaxed dad 😂

"Princess, I promise I ain't gonna drop him." Logan says as he's holding Theo upside down by his ankles, swinging him around as they walk ASDFGHJKL Sunshine is like about to pass out while Theo is having the time of his life, giggling 😂

Theo's adorable laughter is the only thing that keeps Sunshine from clawing Logan to pieces Lolll she would be like "Listen, I do not care if he heals..."

Logan would swing Theo right side up and put him up on his shoulders "How's the weather up there, bub?"  HE IS SUCH A DAD ™️

She nervously keeps her hands up near Theo in case she needs to quickly catch him OMG-

I was literally picturing this, like her keeping her hands near Theo just in case and you wrote it! 🥰

"You're gigantic, Bean! You must be eating everyone's vegetables at school to have gotten that big. But maybe we can shrink down again? Listen, she is TRYING😂

Theo gasps and starts babbling about how officially 'not gross' he is while Logan grabs Sunshine's hand as they keep walking They are so cuuute! ❤️

I feel like Theo would fall asleep really fast at home when they get home and Logan would so pull Sunshine to himself in the couch while she's like,

"I'm so blaming you if he grows up and gets into like, skydiving or something."

"Have you ever seen me drop anything? Let alone him?"

"No but I told you before, worrying is kind of my thing."

"Princess..."

"Also like, I feel like if I look away one second-"

"Nothing is gonna happen to him ever. I promise."

[lianaloverr]

I hate you, right?*: ･ﾟ

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Yes she’s back! With a part 2! After a year…

Summary: You go over Alex’s house to do the project, but other things end up happening..

Warnings: no fluff surprisingly😲, dirty talk, mentions of intercourse, pet names (baby, sweetheart, amor, princess), Alex is dominant😝😜 , y’all i did not proofread this (update:i did, shouldn’t be any bugs!)

Word count: 1k+

“”You know your really something yea? How we get here so damn fast.”

*THE WEEKEND*

New text from: Alex🙄

hey, we still working on the project?

you: no but i’m coming over anyway

aw come on baby, your gonna have to get used to it

you: don’t call me that

call you what, baby?

you: oh my god i can see your smirk through the screen

can you now?😏

you: send me the address you dummy

since you asked so nicely princess..

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“Thanks for dropping me off mom! i’ll be done at around 10!” I say when I pull up at Alex’s house. “Of course honey! see you later!” I waved as she pulled out of the driveway to make her way back home. An audible groan escapes from my mouth has you look at the house. Well, I have no choice, is what I think as I start walking up to the door.

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One knock on the door was all it took until it opened. “Well, isn’t it my favorite girl?” the boy said in front of me. dammit he needs to stop calling me that, it makes me feel some type of way. I can’t explain it. “Oh, i’m your favorite? i’m flattered!” I say sarcastically, “okay cut the crap. Where are we setting up?” I asked curiously. “We can go to my room, just follow me.” he says as he walk around the corridor and toward the stairs. As I close the door and follow him, you look around the places I’m passing. The living room, kitchen and I see pictures all across the walls. Pictures of Alex, and his family. huh, he doesn’t look like a complete a-hole in these pictures. He actually looks sweet and a good boy in them. ew, good boy? What is wrong with me.

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“Here is mi casa.” Alex says to me while turning to face mine. “Wow, it’s a wreck. Have you ever heard of cleaning?” I say joking, knowing that will work up his nerves. “You sure know what to say huh? One day i’ll shut up that pretty mouth of yours.” he mumbles that last part. “I’m sorry what did you say?” I asked, but I already knew. “You heard me, baby. I’ll shut up that pretty mouth of yours by pushing my cock inside your mouth.” I didn’t say anything, I just stood there, motionless. “Don’t know what to say princess? Did I work you up?” he says stepping closer, when I step back it makes me hit my back against the door, causing me to stop walking. “What are you doing?” “What do you mean sweetheart, I’m not doing anything.” he says, oh what is he doing? Even though I hated him with a passion, i’ve always had a foreign feeling about him too. It was sort of euphoric state of mind, like I hated him but I also had fantasies about him too. “What do you want baby? tell me and I might give it to you.” he whispers in your ear, breathing on your neck while doing so. “What are you talking about?” I try to sound confident but fail as a whimper falls on my lips when i feel his touch on my waist. “Just say the words baby.” “Please..” I said. “Please what, sweetheart?” he says. “please, I need you.” I mew, eagerly. “aww, is that what my baby wants? the be screwed over while screaming and begging for more?” he says coldy. “Yes, that’s what i want. Please!” I basically shout, I can’t do this anymore. “Well that’s to bad isn’t it? Come on we have a project to work on.” he’s says while pushing off of you and going to sit in his chair and getting on his computer.

(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

What.The.Hell. I stood there in shock. Did he really just make me beg and when to sit down? This is so frustrating yet intriguing at the same time. I like to be teased, now that I think about it, Alex has all the qualities I want in a boyfriend. If it wasn’t just the way he was it would be fine. “Are you just gonna stand there or are we gonna work on this project?” he asked, looking up at you. “Don’t rush me. What was that?” you said, asking a question back. “What was what Sweetheart?” he says, looking at you smirking. He knew what he’s doing and he knew it was getting to me. But I weren’t gonna have it. “Nevermind.”

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It’s 10 now. Me and alex have been working for the past 2 hours. “You know, you not as dumb as I thought you were.” Alex says to me. “Why are you lying? I won the science fair in 6th grade and you were runner up.” I smirked in his face knowing he didn’t forget that. “Okay that voting was rigged!” he shouts, half-joking. “Okay dude, that was 6 years ago get over it.” I say laughing and he just laughs with me. This is actually much nicer than all the bickering. “I should go home, it’s getting late.” I tell him. “Aw, do you really have to go home? Why can’t you just stay the night?” stay the night? He gotta be going crazy.

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“Stay the night? Since when did you like me enough to let me stay the night?” I ask. “I’ve always liked you princess.” oh wow. “Oh my god stop calling me that!” You half yell in frustration. “Why princess?” “Because you know what you’re doing!” I say, looking directly at him. “And what exactly is that?” he said smirking while looking at my body up and down. “You know what? Forget it, i’m calling my mom.” “What? amor, I was just kidding! Don’t call your mom, stay here it’s too late anyway.” he walks in front of me. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. What would your mom say, what would mine say?” “My mom’s out of town for the week, it’s just me. You can just tell your mom you’re staying over a friend’s house.” “mm I don’t know Alex..” I say hesitantly. “Please amor?” he begged, looking at me with desperation in his eyes. “Fine. But this is the only time!”

(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

Y’all. I know, it’s been a year since I wrote part oen. But y’all deserve it, it’s been a year😭 I fear I cooked(i’m actually cooked 🤓☝🏽). Part 1 is def getting a revamp. I read over it and was like “what possessed me to write this” so that’s getting reworked, also y’all are getting a part 3 and maybe even a part 4 and 5???😳

Sorry @kalihq003 for making you wait for part 2😭 here it is

(literally had to make my own sparkly thingy bc i couldn’t find any😭)

[monosanimegenericzone]

Hunter x Hunter: Phantom Troupe - Blonde Squad

idk how the hell to format this but here i go.

The poll has spoken. i post the sillies on tumbl.

Summary: i give the troupe motorcycles. suffer.

I bullshit a lot and this takes place during a random troupe related mission. the ending is meh. look at the pretty bikes instead ooh yeah ooh

Shalnark & Phinks & Pakunoda, A little touch of Chrollo too.

2.2k words <- yeah i have no idea how that happened

Art Behind the Scenes: https://www.tumblr.com/monosanimegenericzone/763741984903086080/whee-art-progression?source=share

CW: shooty bang. a little murder. this is hxh tho so idk what you were expecting

cw2: very meh ending. this is your final warning.

“Your target is the green truck heading east. Don’t let it get on the freeway,” Chrollo’s voice crackled as Shalnark ran. Shalnark grinned, “Got it! We’ll take care of it!”

“I’ve got rides,” Phinks shouted as Shalnark took his phone away from his ear, “Right around this corner!” 

They rounded the bend and Shalnark gasped aloud. Waiting for them were three identical bikes, shiny and- they looked new! 

“Courtesy of Kortopi,” Phinks grinned, slapping Shalnark on the back, “Paku you know how to-” 

“Yes, I know how to ride,” She gave him a look and came up to the second bike, “Make sure Shal doesn’t start crying. He looks like he might.”

“He’s fine,” Phinks snorted and sat down on the first, “Just happy I finally let him have his own.”

“Phinks this is so sweet!” Shalnark wiped a fake tear from his eye, “I could kiss you!”

“Ew, save it for later,” Phinks started the ignition and revved the engine, “Let’s get going!”

Without waiting, he tore across the sidewalk and streaked into the busy street. Paku smiled softly and quickly followed with screeching tires. Shalnark eagerly brought up the rear, stuffing his hair into a hair tie and then taking off. 

The road was suddenly very unsafe. Phinks led the pack, head down and scanning. He swerved to avoid a crowd of cars and checked the side streets. Anyone in his way would have to dodge him, he wasn’t stopping. He saw a flash of green through the buildings and abruptly swerved at the next intersection. 

Cars honked angrily and someone slammed on their brakes to avoid hitting him. Pakunoda and Shalnark zipped after him, narrowly dodging another car. The vehicles smashed together behind them. With a fresh fire burning on their tail, Shalnark picked up speed. 

Another turn and they all locked onto the target. 

They were chasing an armored vehicle, labeled with a bright sailing ship on the back. With the way it was weaving through cars, it was definitely their mark. A street with three lanes was too small, but the truck was barrelling right through the cars that refused to get out of the way. 

Pakunoda sighed irritably. She swerved around a crushed car and inched closer to the truck. She couldn’t shoot and drive without compromising valuable reaction time. With the speeds they were going, she couldn’t afford even a second of distraction. 

The truck ran two red lights. Horns blared and a car halted just shy of hitting it. Paku veered around it, closing in on the cab. As she got closer, she realized the windows on the driver’s side were reinforced. They were heavily tinted, but with the passing street lights, she could see the moving heads of three guys in the front. Her pistol wouldn’t be able to take out all three of them. Not in one shot. 

She spared a glance in her rearview mirror. 

Phinks leapt over a moving car and hit the ground right next to her, “You got a plan?” 

“No. The windows are too thick for me to shoot through and they’re moving too fast to get a reliable hit.”

“What about the trailer?”

“It’s a single truck, not a trailer. Unless we can stop it in its tracks, we can’t get to the container.”

Shalnark had fallen behind. He saw the two racing side by side just behind the truck and scowled. Oh it was a race now was it?? Shalnark hopped the curb and gunned down the clear path. Pedestrians screamed, diving out of the way as he ripped down the sidewalk. 

He reached the same conclusion as Pakunoda: the truck was impenetrable, they’d have to find some way to stop it. Phinks wouldn’t have time to charge up nearly enough to stop something that fast and heavy. 

Heck, even Uvo wouldn’t be able to stop it. 

They’d have to get the vehicle to crash. All three of them realized this at the same time. 

The door on the back suddenly swung open. Paku gasped and immediately braked. She swung around the car behind her as a masked man stuck his head out and aimed a rifle at Phinks. 

Phinks swore and quickly shot forward as the man opened fire. Bullets sparked on the street and a random car’s tire burst. Rubber squealed and even Shalnark had to dodge the car that came careening off of the road. 

They were nearing the highway. A bridge appeared in the distance and the truck was barrelling right for it. 

Phinks was right next to it. He was out of range of the gunman but he was running out of time. He could go for the tires or try to knock the truck off course. With just a base punch he could make it shift just enough to get it into the shoulder. But that was too risky-

Something crashed behind him and he turned to look. A truck behind them had smashed head on with another car going the opposite direction. Its bed snapped in half, creating a perfect ramp. 

Phinks’ eyes widened as he saw Pakunoda going straight for it. No way. 

She hit the ramp and leapt an easy twenty feet in the air. The truck collapsed and erupted in flames as she let go of the handlebars. Mid-air, Pakunoda leapt off of her bike, dropping in a perfectly calculated arc. She dropped, heel first towards the window and slipped her handgun from her waist. 

She grabbed onto the roof of the truck and swung in through the open door. The soldier shouted in alarm as she smashed her heel into his jaw. 

There were three others riding with the payload. Paku ducked down behind the still-falling body and lifted her weapon. One bullet through the torso, then the skull. One bullet through the leg, then the throat. She fired twice and all three soldiers dropped dead. 

Overhead, the bike hit the bridge and exploded into a plume of orange flame. Phinks whistled appreciatively, and Shalnark pulled up close behind. The truck missed the entrance onto the freeway. They could keep it in the city. 

Pakunoda inspected the far wall. No doorway to speak of and a titanium wall too thick for even the highest caliber weapon they had in storage. A bazooka would probably make a dent, but not enough. She selected a single shot rifle, heavy in hand but she could make it work. She headed to the back of the truck, waving down one of the boys. Shalnark got closer and sat up on his bike, “There’s no door??”

“It’s an isolated cab,” She hung with one arm out of the side, “I can work with a window though.” 

“Got it!” He let go and held out a hand for her. She slung her new weapon over her shoulder and grasped his hand. With a single leap, she let go of the door handle and into his arms.

The bike swerved a bit but he brought it under control as she seated herself on the back of the bike. Shalnark sped up as the truck made a wild right turn to try and block them off. Phinks balked and rode next to them, “That was fucking crazy!”

“It worked!” Shalnark laughed, “I’m going to get Paku a shot. Think you can stop it?”

“We’re running out of things for it to run into, but yeah, I got it,” Phinks grinned, “Right or left?”

“We’ll take left! Don’t get crushed!” Shalnark jeered and leaned away. 

Together, they flanked the truck, Shalnark and Paku on the left, Phinks on the right. The driver saw Phinks first and veered to the right, trying to crush him on the street barrier. He balked, cutting the gas and slowing down just enough to dodge. The truck scraped hard against the railing, throwing sparks across the road. 

Luckily or unluckily, the truck had chosen a backroad with no other cars. Shalnark veered into the opposite lane, slowly creeping up to the window until they were neck and neck. He saw the shadow of the driver’s head turn and heard some muffled shouting inside. But it was far too late. 

Paku raised her rifle, humming with a hostile, yet beautifully violet, aura. The driver had milliseconds to react. She tilted her head to the side and lovingly placed a finger on the trigger, “Goodnight.”

The barrel cracked and the window shattered. Bulletproof or reinforced. It could do nothing against a .4 shrouded in a gun woman's nen. The bullet pierced the thick glass and all three heads in a neat row. The opposite window splintered, decorated with a fresh splatter of blood and brains. 

It did the trick. Pakunoda ejected the empty shell and Shalnark pulled back. The truck listed to the left, dragged by the dead man’s limp corpse. Phinks pulled up next to it, arm reared back. He managed to get two charges, and he could only hope it was enough. He twisted over the front of his bike and slammed a glowing fist into its side. 

Steel groaned and its tires screeched in pain. The truck lurched to the side, careening off the road and straight for a run down storefront. Phinks skidded to a stop, spinning on his front tire to watch the truck smash head first into the brick and mortar. It was kind of underwhelming to be honest. The glass snapped like it was made of plastic and the crumbling walls were just depressing as they caved in. Shalnark pulled up next to him, whistling through his teeth. 

The truck came to a dead stop, covered in debris and broken glass. Pakunoda brushed her hair out of her face, “Mission complete.”

“Damn right,” Phinks cut the engine on his bike and flicked the kickstand down, “Alright, let’s grab the stuff and get back to base.”

“I call dibs on not driving it back,” Shalnark shut his bike off as well. 

The payload was unharmed and surprisingly light. Phinks ripped the steel cage off of it and wrestled the crate out of the back of the truck. After some argument and Pakunoda threatening to shoot one or both of them, they decided to flip a coin to determine who would be in charge of transporting it. 

Shalnark lost. Pakunoda rode with Phinks. 

They rode in silence, at a moderate pace.

Phinks glanced at Pakunoda over his shoulder. She was still carrying that gun from earlier. She met his eye and leaned back a bit, “What.”

“You’re keeping that?”

She hummed and unslung one arm from around his waist, “Yes, it’s a nice piece. Might be useful for the rest of the week.”

“Thought you were a pistol only kinda person,” Phinks shrugged.

“I prefer pistols. But, in events like today I might want some heavier firepower.”

“That’s what Franklin’s for.”

“True. He’s not here though is he?” 

Phinks paused, “. . . yeah. You’ve got a point.”

From there on, the ride concluded in silence. They drove out into the rundown city, surrounded by darkness and broken buildings. Somewhere in the throng of urban wasteland was a large building. Probably a shopping center of some kind, rotting away from the inside. 

The two bikes pulled into the gaping maw that used to be its front doors and rumbled to a stop. Phinks shouldered the box and they approached the others. Shalnark called out into the darkness, “Danchou! Target eliminated! And the payload has been safely rescued!”

Moonlight provided merely a thin veil of light. Candles made up the rest. Seated atop the collapsed remains of the roof, Chrollo lifted his head, “Nice job. Saved us a day of searching.”

Phinks dumped the box in the middle of the room, “So, what’s in this thing?”

“Open it,” Chrollo stood up and picked his way down the landslide. Phinks obeyed and pried the lid off. Shalnark gasped, headbutting Phinks away as he gawked, “That’s so much money!”

“Roughly 50 million,” Chrollo stopped at the edge of the crate, “Assuming it’s filled end to end.”

“Feels light for 50 million,” Phinks elbowed Shalnark in the face and folded his arms. Shalnark squawked, rubbing his nose. Pakunoda stepped forward, “It could have something else hidden inside. Another safe maybe?”

“Let’s see,” Chrollo reached in and began shifting the stacks of bills aside. 

Some many minutes of digging later and they discovered a plastic cube buried five layers deep. Phinks grunted, “Huh. Would you look at that?”

Chrollo gingerly lifted it out of the pile, “And this is what we were looking for.”

“Is it the guy’s will?” Shalnark asked, dumping his armful of money back into the crate. Chrollo turned the cube around a few times and then nodded, “It is.”

He looked at the three of them, “Good work. We have fourteen more to go.”

“Nice!” Shalnark grinned, beaming from ear to ear. Chrollo returned the gesture, though his smile was faint, “I’ll let you know if the other teams need help. Ideally, they won’t let any getaway vehicles slip through like this one.”

“What about the money?” Pakunoda spoke up, folding her arms gently. Chrollo made no comment on her new toy and instead paused to consider her question, “. . . keep it. We’ll spend it where we please.”

“Rodger,” Paku nodded. 

“. . . so, drinks?”

// jazz hands.

// hope you like

// i have panels storyboarded but this took me a week (motivation ass) so. who knows if or when i will ever have those finished.

// ;w;

// posting this before i change my mind. im rereading and dying of embarrassment.

[hbyrde36]

Chapter Eight

WC: 6858 | R: Explicit | TW: Suicidal Ideation/Depression | Ch 8/10 | AO3

Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7 <-

“I’m losing my mind, Robin.” Steve groaned, slumping in his seat on the other side of the booth.

It felt a little strange leaving Eddie alone back at the house after he’d talked about leaving this morning, only to be guilt tripped into staying. Steve was furious with himself for slipping like that, for not being able to hold it in and just let Eddie go, but he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t relieved that the other boy had changed his mind.

Mostly relieved.

“That's a little dramatic,” Robin said around a mouthful of bacon cheeseburger. “I think Eddie’s rubbing off on you.”

Steve cut her a hard glare. If she only knew. “That’s kinda the problem.”

“Ew,” she mumbled, before setting her food back down and pushing the plate away.

Steve rolled his eyes. “I'm serious!”

“Again, ew, but tell me more.”

After a quick glance at the empty tables directly surrounding them, Steve launched into his explanation in a hushed frenzy.

“He made it very clear he wasn’t interested but now he’s sending me more mixed signals than ever. And I know myself, okay? I fall too fast and too hard. I knew it would be tough to get over, but it’s like ever since he rejected me, things have only gotten more… more… everything! More intense, more flirty, more physical, more confusing. And then this morning I woke up and he was, y’know—”

Steve trailed off, bringing his hands up attempting to mime the not-unwelcome, but definitely compromising, position he’d found himself in that morning.

“I don’t get it,” Robin said. 

“Come on, you know…” 

Steve tried again, curing two fingers of his left hand in to create a crack, and extending his right pointer finger to rub aggressively between them.

“Still not getting it,” she said again. “I  think you should keep going.”

This time Steve could hear the laughter in her voice and see the strain in her lips from trying not to smile.

“Oh fuck you.”

Robin smiled sweetly. “I’ll pass, thanks, but it sounds like Eddie’s up for it.”

“I don’t know,” Steve said with a sigh. “The second he woke up and realized it was me he was dry humping in his sleep, he freaked and ran out of the room.”

“He was probably just embarrassed or something,” she insisted, waving a hand.

Steve grimaced. He’d have thought the same thing, except…

“I pretended to sleep through it.”

“Steven!”

“What else was I supposed to do?!” He hissed.

Robin raised both eyebrows, taking a long loud sip from her almost empty strawberry milkshake before responding. “Say something maybe? Hump him back? I don’t know, I don’t know how people with penises communicate with each other!”

Steve rolled his eyes. 

“You want to know what I think?” She went on. “I think you’re both idiots.”

“Not helpful.”

She shrugged. “If not idiots, then either one or both of you is suffering from a serious case of denial.” 

“No—he just doesn’t like me like that,” Steve said. It was the only thing that made sense.

“Suuuure he doesn’t, that’s why he flirted with you so much during the whole Vecna thing.”

Steve was less than amused that she referred to their hellish ordeal over spring break as, ‘the whole Vecna thing’, but aside from that.

“Yeah, right,” he scoffed.

Robin’s mouth dropped open, and she gave him a look of pure disbelief. “Are you serious right now? The bambi eyes? The vest? Big boy? Should I go on?”

And sure, Steve had noticed those things… and everything after. It was part of why he’d gone and finally kissed Eddie in the first place, but clearly he’d read it all wrong. “It doesn’t matter, okay? I think he’s just like that.”

“How have you been on so many dates and yet you have no idea when someone is genuinely flirting their ass off with you?”

“I don’t know.” Steve whined, resting his cheek on the table and throwing his arms over his head. 

Steve was hit by a wave of relief when he turned onto his street and saw Eddie’s van still sitting in the driveway, smiling to himself as he pulled his car in right next to it. He hadn’t realized til then just how worried he’d been that it might not be. That Eddie might have changed his mind and left while he was out to avoid another talk.

He schooled his face into something more neutral as he climbed the stairs, after finding the first floor empty, assuming Eddie was in his room writing away. But a peek in the open guest room doorway found it vacant as well and he quickly pivoted on his heel to look in his own room instead.

“Oh—” Steve breathed, the sight in front of him hitting him like a ton of bricks. Eddie was there alright, sitting speechless on the floor in front of a cardboard box. A very particular cardboard box. 

Shit.

“Um… I can explain?”

With everything else going on he’d almost forgotten about it.

Much of Steve’s memories from the night they fought Vecna were clear and sharp… too sharp in some ways, but his recollections turned a little hazy after they were forced to leave the hospital without knowing if Eddie would live or die. 

Robin had wanted to stay with him, but her parents were already there at Steve’s house, camped out on his doorstep after searching for her all over town. They’d practically dragged her out of his car when he parked. In a way, Steve had been glad for it. He couldn’t have the breakdown he needed to have in front of her. She screamed and fought until Steve told her to go, that he’d be fine, and he’d call her the next day. 

He’d trudged into the house, clutching Eddie’s vest in his fist, his legs growing heavier and weaker with each step. As the last of the adrenaline in his system faded away, he stumbled, landing hard on the foyer floor, all alone in his big empty house, and couldn’t find the will to get up.

On hands and knees he’d crawled down the hall to the small bathroom on the ground floor, the angry wounds at his sides and back pulling with every movement, a searing pain that made him want to curl up and cry—or maybe it was just the critical mass. 

With tears beginning to blur his vision he finally reached the sink, pulling himself up with hands that were still tacky with the remnants of dried blood. He washed and scrubbed but the reddish-brown color of it had settled deep into the lines of his palms and under his nails and it’s not like it mattered. His hands would never be clean.

Even if Eddie did make it.

A sudden wave of nausea had him lunging for the toilet, violently expelling what little was in his stomach, and once it was truly empty, dry heaving for good measure before finally collapsing to the ground, pressing his cheek into the cool tile below.

The faint light of dawn was streaming in through the bathroom’s small window by the time he scraped himself up off the floor, grabbing Eddie’s vest from where he’d dropped it in the hall before making his way up the stairs to his room. 

He carefully folded the bundle of filthy denim, soaked in blood and gore and laid it down on his desk before taking off his own ruined clothes. Somehow he found the energy to shower, and a few blinks later he was as clean as he was going to get, dressed in a fresh pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt, staring down at the heap of soiled cloth he’d just stripped out of, so stained that the shirt and jacket looked like they were a completely different color than when he’d put them on at The War Zone.

It was so much blood he could hardly wrap his head around the reality of it. In the moment, he’d been a little more focused on getting Eddie’s heart beating again. It hadn’t really sunk in. Could a person really survive losing so much? Could they have gone through all this, gotten Eddie safely to the hospital only for him to die anyway?

Would that just be it? Dead and gone without a goodbye? 

Steve fought to cut that thought off at its ankles, to think positively, to have hope, but it refused to fall away completely. Pulled by a force he didn’t understand at the time, and only barely did now, he went to his closet, dragging out a box that held his old school books, binders, flashcards and the like, and dumped the contents to the floor.

He considered again the pile of his dirty clothes and thought nonsensically that these bits of Eddie, his blood, his vest… If the worst happened they might be all Steve had left to remember him by. Without further hesitation he scooped it all into the box, and after running his fingers over the buttons on its front one last time, he placed the vest on top of the stack, closed the box’s flaps, and slid it under his bed for safe keeping.

But he couldn’t say all of that, could he?

“Jesus, it sounds even worse when I say it out loud. I’m sorry, I know it was crazy. I-I’m just gonna shut up now.”

Steve expected a lot of things in that moment, most of them involving Eddie fleeing from the room like his hair was on fire, and never speaking to him again. What he didn’t expect, could never in a million years have seen coming, was Eddie’s voice so softly saying, “not crazy,” as he rose to his feet and padded closer. 

A hand gently circled Steve’s wrist, pulling his hands away from his face, and left him looking up into Eddie’s heavy lidded gaze. 

“Or if it is, I don’t fucking care—.”

The next thing Steve knew Eddie was climbing into his lap, running those long fingers through his hair, and kissing him like the world might end again if he didn’t.

Steve whined into Eddie’s mouth as Eddie deepened the kiss, their lips slotting together as if they were always meant to meet this way. It made him regret all over again that embarrassing morning in the kitchen. This should have been their first kiss. But, if that moment had in any way led them to this one? 

He’d do it all again in a heartbeat. 

When they were forced to come up for air, Eddie pulled back, grasping Steve’s shirt by the hem and tugging it over his head in one quick movement. Steve moved to do the same in return, wanting to feel as much of Eddie against as much of himself as humanly possible before he woke up from this glorious daydream. But Eddie stilled his hands as they grasped the cloth of his faded t-shirt, his eyes suddenly guarded, nervous, where moments ago they were filled only with heat.  

That wouldn’t do. 

Steve understood well the fear of being seen, in all meanings of the word. He had his own scars and imperfections, and if it had been anyone other than Eddie perched in his lap right now, stripping him bare, he might have had a similar reaction, but Eddie knew where he’d been, what he’d endured, what they’d both fought against together. If anyone could understand them, it was each other, and he couldn’t let Eddie go on for one more second thinking otherwise. He released his hold on Eddie’s shirt, taking both of Eddie’s hands in his and slowly raising them to his lips, pressing a kiss to each of his knuckles without ever breaking eye contact. 

“I wanna see you too,” he said, his mouth still hovering above the back of Eddie’s hand. “Please.”

Eddie stared, eyes shining and mouth agape for a moment before squeezing Steve's hands and pushing them aside, before slowly pulling his shirt up over his head himself, tossing it to the floor.

It wasn’t the first time Steve had seen Eddie shirtless, but it was the first time he allowed himself to admire the view openly. Pink and red scars stood out, stark against the pale expanse of Eddie’s chest and midsection. 

Steve leaned in, pressing gentle open-mouthed kisses over every inch of still-healing skin, worshiping the scars he’d only glanced at before, afraid to stare too long and give himself away. Wrapping one arm around his back, Steve held Eddie close, his other hand caressing up the length of his side, rolling a thumb over Eddie’s remaining nipple as he licked the scar tissue where the other would have been. Eddie shuddered at the touch, head thrown back as a breathy sigh escaped his lips.

It could have gone on like that forever and Steve would have been in heaven but soon Eddie was taking his chin in hand, angling his mouth up to claim it with his own as he pushed back, and back, until Steve was lying flat on the bed with Eddie full weight resting on top of him.

They ground against each other as their tongues danced. Eddie was hard, undeniable so, the length of him pressing deliciously into Steve’s own throbbing cock, every movement of their hips together sending sparks of pleasure through his core. Just when Steve thought he couldn't take it anymore, that he was going to come in his pants like some blushing virgin, Eddie shifted.

Raising himself up on his knees, Eddie began to slide down Steve’s body, kissing and licking and biting a trail from his throat, all the way down his chest and stomach until he reached the waistband of his Jeans. Eddie paused then, looking up as he took the button fly between two fingers, as if asking silent permission.

Steve reached down to cup Eddie’s cheek, brushing over his full swollen lips with his thumb. “Are you sure you want to?” He asked.

Eddie’s tongue darted out, licking the tip of Steve’s thumb as he nuzzled into his touch. “Are you kidding?”

With deft hands, Eddie worked Steve’s pants open, turning his head to press a kiss to his palm before moving away, climbing down off the bed to pull Steve’s jeans all the way off. He was left lying there in only his boxers, his hard cock tenting them obscenely as Eddie gazed down at him, licking his lips.

Steve stared right back, holding Eddie’s eye as he slipped his hands through the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down. 

A punched out sound escaped Eddie’s throat when Steve’s length sprang free and he started to rush forward, before pausing to push his own pants to the floor, underwear and all, leaving them both completely bare for the other, for the very first time.

Until that moment Steve had sort of forgot that this was new to him, that it was his first time fooling around with a man and he should probably be feeling nervous about that, but all he think was how right it all felt and the only thing making him nervous was that this was Eddie, someone he’d come to care about so fucking much.

Finally, Eddie crawled back onto the bed, his cock swinging heavy and hard between his legs, a tempting sight that made Steve’s mouth start to water, before settling himself on his stomach between Steve’s thighs.

After pressing a tender kiss to the inside of Steve’s thigh, Eddie dove right in, taking the head of Steve’s cock into his mouth.

The feel of Eddie’s tongue swirling around the tip of him was second only to the sight of it, those stretched lips, the way he held Steve’s gaze through the curtain of his dark lashes as he sank down, taking more and more into his mouth, and it was all Steve could do not to throw his head back and revel in it.

He wasn’t going to last at this rate, it simply felt too good.

Steve tried to hold himself still, let Eddie take what he could, what he wanted, but when he hollowed his cheeks Steve hips bucked of their own accord, until he slammed into the back of Eddie’s throat. 

“Fuck,” Steve cursed, half crazed with pleasure, but fighting against his every instinct to not move again. “S-sorry, I—”

His stuttered apologies were cut off by a needy, strangled moan, the vibration doing nothing to cool the heat building like a wave in his body. Eddie's eyes rolled back, and his hands slid under Steve’s ass, squeezing, encouraging him to thrust again.

That was all Steve needed to let go, to begin fucking up into Eddie’s throat with abandon, spurred on by every little whine and whimper, and the way Eddie’s throat convulsed as he swallowed around him. 

“Close,” Steve forced out as he lost his rhythm, hips bucking erratically. It was the only warning he could muster, too lost in the haze to form more words than that.

He expected Eddie to pull off, maybe finish him by hand, not that he’d need much help, but instead he doubled down, meeting each thrust to help drive Steve’s cock deeper and deeper until the wave of pleasure inside him became tsunami, cracking over and through him until he came, shooting hot down Eddie’s throat with a choked off cry.

Steve came back to himself in bits and pieces, his softening cock still engulfed in warmth as Eddie held it in his mouth, gently sucking him clean.

It made him squirm, feeling both amazing and too much all at the same time, and as soon as the blood returned to the rest of his body Steve was hauling Eddie up to lay on top of him again, claiming Eddie’s ruined mouth with his own.

The kiss was salty and bitter and filthy and wonderful, and as much as Steve never wanted this moment to end, he could feel Eddie, so hard where his cock was trapped between them, grinding against his naked hip.

Steve pushed up against him, offering more friction as he continued his assault on Eddie’s lips and tongue. 

“God, Steve,” Eddie cried out, pulling back to catch his breath. “I think I could come just like this.”

“Yeah?”

Steve wound his hand into Eddie’s hair, lightly griping it at the base of his head, angling it up to give him better access to his neck. Eddie arched his back at the touch, a high-pitched keening noise slipping from his mouth as he ground his hips faster, chasing his own pleasure. Steve tightened his hold on Eddie’s hair, tugging harder, at the same time dragging his teeth along Eddie’s throat.

Eddie spilled between them suddenly in a hot rush, his nails digging into Steve’s shoulders as he rode out his orgasm.

Their lips met again in a few slow lazy kisses as Eddie came down, until finally they relaxed into each other, Eddie’s head resting on Steve’s chest.

All too soon the afterglow was fading, and Steve could feel his anxiety creeping in, the worry that Eddie would regret what they had just done. 

Or worse, that it hadn’t meant anything to him, when it had meant the world to Steve.

That nothing had actually changed.

Before he could turn his fears into coherent thought, let alone give voice to those thoughts, the sound of someone laying hard on the doorbell downstairs rang through the house.

“Shit, I forgot,” Eddie said, jumping up from the bed like a shot, leaving Steve cold and alone, his arms suddenly empty. “Wayne said he was off tonight and he wanted to stop by.”

Steve glanced at the clock, anything to stop himself from watching Eddie clean himself off with a wad of tissues and scramble around frantically for his pants, looking spooked.

6:00pm.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Eddie cursed again, sounding truly panicked as he tried to turn his t-shirt right-side-out with shaking hands, and it was enough to have Steve swallowing his own feelings, knowing there'd be plenty of time to wade through that mess later.

He rose from the bed, ignoring his own nakedness and gently took the shirt from Eddie’s hand, flipping it around and slipping it over his head for him. 

“Hey,” Steve said softly, reaching up to run his fingers through Eddie’s curls. His hair still looked wild, but less like they’d been rolling around in bed, and more the way it usually fell. “Why don’t you go let him in, see if he wants to stay for dinner, and I'll be right down. Okay?”

For a beat Eddie just stared at him, but then the frazzled look in his eyes eased a bit and the ghost of a smile appeared across his lips. “Yeah, okay. I’d… um, I think he’d like that.” 

After another long pause with those big doe eyes trained on Steve’s face, which had his heart threatening to climb up into his throat, Eddie went for the door, looking back over his shoulder one more time before disappearing out into the hall.

The instant he was alone Steve dropped back down onto the bed, Eddie’s cum still wet on his hip and dripping down his thigh. He took a moment to collect himself, wiping the evidence of what they’d done together off with a handful of kleenex the same way Eddie had. 

He was glad Wayne was there, he knew the man had to have been missing his nephew, and vise versa, but the timing was… not ideal, to put it mildly.

Burying his face in his pillow and trying to ignore the dread pooling in his stomach, Steve thought over what they had in the fridge. It took him all of three seconds to decide to take it easy on himself and order a pizza.

Now he just had to get dressed, put on a good face for Wayne, and make it through an entire evening before he’d get to find out what happened now, and how Eddie felt. 

“It's good to see you, son,” Wayne said, wrapping Steve up in a tight hug. 

The moment Steve had walked in the living room, finding both Munsons on the couch with Cokes in hand, Wayne had smiled, a rare sight, and gotten up to greet him as though he’d missed Steve as much as his own family.

Steve swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat as they separated. “Y-you too, Mr. Mu—”

Wayne clicked his tongue, looking at Steve pointedly.

“—Wayne.”

The older man nodded, pleased, and retook his seat. “Eddie was just fillin’ me in on what you boys been up to.”

“Um…” Steve felt himself go pale, shooting a confused and slightly panicked glance at Eddie.

“I think it’s great you spent some time with that little fella Dustin and the rest of your young friends. Even let ‘em sleep over, I hear. You’re a right saint, Steve.”

“Right, yes! The kids,” Steve rushed out. 

Eddie snorted a laugh, hiding it behind his hands. 

Steve shot him a look, before turning back to Wayne. “It was a great night. They really missed Eddie.”

“Not gonna tell him about my own bit of altruism?” Eddie asked, puffing up his chest.

Steve rolled his eyes, crossing the room to plop down on the open end of the couch next to Eddie. The little back and forth was doing wonders to settle his nerves. This should have been one of the more awkward moments of his entire life, and it was a little, but it also felt kinda nice, teasing like it was any normal day.

“Don’t pretend it’s some noble act to run your little nerd game for them. You know you love it.”

Eddie cleared his throat, shifting in his seat. “Guilty as charged.”

“Oh, Ed,” Wayne said, voice cracking a little. He turned away for a second, wiping it as eyes. “Sorry, just glad to see you enjoying yourself, and a’course, It’s good to hear you talking about Demons and Daggers again.”

It was Steve’s turn to snort. “It’s Dungeons and Dipshits, actually,” he couldn’t resist chiming in.

“I hate both of you,” Eddie grumbled.

Wayne chuckled, reaching over to ruffle his nephew’s hair. “Sure ya do.

The pizza came in record time, and the three of them quickly dug in, eating straight out of the box, a roll of paper towels Eddie had swiped from the kitchen doubling as their dishware and their napkins.

Steve’s mom would have been appalled.

“You boys mind putin’ the game on? Should be a good one,” Wayne asked, tucking in to his second slice.

“Come on,” Eddie whined. “You know I hate basketball. Haven't I suffered enough?”

Steve tossed the remote to Wayne, who nodded his thanks.

“Lucky for you it’s baseball season,” Steve said, bumping his shoulder lightly against Eddie’s.

“Yeah,” Eddie scoffed, sinking back into the couch cushions with his arms crossed, pouting. “Lucky.” 

Unfortunately the game was not very exciting. Sometimes baseball was just like that, but though the Cubs and the Cardinals weren’t putting on much of a show, Steve loved every second of it anyway. It might just go down as one the top ten best evenings of his life. He wondered if this was what family dinners were supposed to be like, instead of the stuffy affairs he’d suffered through on the rare occasion his parents were actually around. He much preferred the playful bickering, punctuated by comfortable silences. He could get used to this, and wasn’t that a frightening thought when he still had no idea if he and Eddie’s unexpected romp in the sack meant that the other boy’s feelings had changed.

Though he was thoroughly enjoying the company, once the pizza was gone and the game was over, Steve decided to say good night early. He needed a shower and the Munson men needed a little time to themselves.

He’d just hit the top of the landing, half lost in his own thoughts when Wayne could be heard, whispering loudly from below. 

“Alright, kid, I know it’s none of my business, but at least tell me you boys are bein’ safe.”

The question stopped Steve in his tracks, and had him straining his ears to hear more.

There was a soft sputtering noise that clearly came from Eddie, before he stuttered out, “W-what? I don’t know what you–”

Wayne’s gruff voice quickly cut him off. “D’you think I'm blind? Like I can’t see you two making goo–goo eyes at each other right in front of me? You know I don’t got a problem with it. I love you just the way you are, and it looks like I aint the only one.”

There was a long beat of silence before Eddie spoke again. “What are you saying?”

“Christ, I know you struggled in school but I always thought it was ‘cause you didn’t care, not because you were actually dumb as dog shit.” Wayne let out a deep, long-suffering sigh. “That boy is in love with you. No surprise after what he’s done for ya, an’ the way he talked about ya, and listening to me yammerin’ on all the time.”

Steve held his breath, gripping the railing tight enough to make it creak as he braced himself for Eddie’s reply.

“No,” Eddie scoffed. “He can’t… t-that’s not—it’s not like that, okay? We’re just… friends.”

“Does he know that?” Wayne snapped.

“Um—”

“Don't bullshit me, boy. I don’t know what’s goin’ on here… whether you’re lyin’ to him, me, yourself, or all three of us, but I didn’t raise you to be cruel. Don’t be leadin’ him on If you don’t feel somethin’ for him.”

It was enough. 

It was too much, actually. Steve could practically feel the pity in Wayne’s voice and he couldn’t bear to hear any more, wishing he’d never eavesdropped in the first place. He fled as quickly and quietly as he could for the bathroom at the end of the hall, locking himself inside.

He wasn’t one to expect good things to happen, not anymore, but he’d let his guard down, let himself begin to hope and it all came crashing down as he stepped under the hot spray of the shower, scrubbing himself like he could erase it all with a loofah and a bar of soap.

When he was as clean as he’d ever been in his life, and fresh out of excuses to keep hiding in there, he wrapped himself in a towel and crept out of the bathroom. He tiptoed past the guest room and into his own with a relieved sigh, only to startle when he found Eddie sitting on his bed, the bed they’d been sharing, the bed where only hours before Steve’s entire world had shifted, his feelings for Eddie crystalizing, for better or for worse, into something lasting.

Something with the power to break him.

Eddie glanced up, his gaze fixed on Steve’s chest before sliding slowly down to where bare skin disappeared under his fluffy white towel. 

“Hey,” Steve said, breaking whatever spell Eddie had fallen under.

“Hey,” Eddie parroted back, quickly looking away, cheeks pink. “Can we talk?” 

Steve knew what was coming, and he trusted Eddie to let him down easy, like he had before. But unlike before, Steve now knew what Eddie’s tongue tasted like, his sweat,  skin. He knew the shape of Eddie’s face when he was filled with want, and the desperate way he whined when a cock hit the back of his throat. 

And he knew heartbreak was inevitable, but he couldn’t bring himself to face it quite yet. “I’m kinda tired. Can it wait till morning?” 

Eddie studied him for a long time, chewing on his lip, before finally nodding.

Steve went for the dresser, turning his back to Eddie as he moved on autopilot towards the next step in his usual bedtime routine, but as his hand rested on the top drawer’s handle he thought, if this was his last night with Eddie before it all blew up in his face, he might as well take a chance.

With a gentle tug he loosened the towel around his waist letting it drop, the air of the room cooling the now bare skin of his ass and thighs, overwarm from the too long shower. The cloth had barely hit the floor when there was a soft gasp from behind him. 

Gathering all the confidence he could, Steve turned back around. Eddie’s eyes were fixed on him once again, darker now, hungry as they raked up and down Steve’s damp body.

In a mirror of their earlier encounter, Steve crossed the room, straddling Eddie’s lap where he sat and bringing their lips together in a deep, all consuming kiss. 

Eddie melted against him at first, his arms winding around Steve’s back, holding him tight until he pulled back, panting for breath. ”I thought you were tired?” he said.

In reply Steve only leaned back in, recapturing Eddie’s mouth.

Again Eddie kissed back, like it was instinct, only to break it seconds later, resting their foreheads together. “S-Steve, I really think we should…” 

“Please, Eddie,” Steve begged, cutting him off, voice breathy as he ran his hands up under Eddie’s t-shirt. “Not yet.” 

Eddie groaned, low and long, and Steve thought he would argue again, but as if he’d used up all of his restraint, Eddie snapped, crushing their lips back together. 

Steve smiled into the kiss, breaking it himself only long enough to rip Eddie’s shirt off before licking back into his mouth. His hands roamed all over Eddie’s back, sides, arms, whatever he could reach, trying to commit the feel of him to memory while he had the chance. When he was satisfied that he’d never forget the skin under his hands, Steve pulled away, sliding to his knees at Eddie’s feet without a word.

Eddie froze, mouth hanging open until Steve reached for the waistband of his sweats and began to work them down his body. He returned to life enough to lift his hips off the bed so Steve could pull the pants the rest of the way off. 

Starting at his ankles, Steve caressed his hands slowly up Eddie’s pale legs, lightly kneading his calves, and brushing over the soft fine hairs of his thighs before gently pushing them apart. Eddie’s cock stood out, thick and already so hard for him, glistening where he leaked at the tip.

With one last look into Eddie’s eyes to make sure he wanted this, and by the wrecked expression on his face he definitely did, Steve leaned in, pressing a kiss to the head of Eddie’s cock before licking into the slit.

An unexpected moan crossed Steve’s lips as he caught a bead of precum on his tongue. Heat pooled in his belly, and he had to resist reaching down to touch himself as he opened wide to take Eddie fully into his mouth.

Steve bobbed his head slowly, getting a feel for the way the weight felt on his tongue, the way it filled his mouth, taking special care to make sure he kept his teeth safely out of the way. 

It was so different to going down on girls, something Steve had always enjoyed, but not bad different. Not bad at all. He loved the velvety feel of Eddie’s shaft, how it glided past his lips so easily when it was slick with spit, and the way he quickly got lost in it all. No thoughts, just overwhelming sensation and focus on making his partner feel good.

Eddie was going wild above him, shaking and letting out a non-stop string of wordless curses and moans. It made Steve preen, feeling bold enough to try and take his cock deeper, faster, until he got too cocky, accidentally choking himself just a little.

He recovered quickly but suddenly Eddie’s hand was in his hair, tugging him off.

“Why did you make me stop?” Steve asked, leaning against Eddie’s thigh, panting as he caught his breath.

“I… I want—” Eddie hesitated, his own chest heaving like he’d been running a marathon.

“Whatever it is, Eddie. It’s yours,” Steve promised, meaning it so goddamn much that it hurt.

“I want you to fuck me.” 

Steve very nearly blacked out for a second, already imagining Eddie sprawled on his back, his hair splayed out around him, how good it would feel to push inside.

“Please?” Eddie spoke again, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth.

As if he needed to beg for something like that.

Steve groaned, pushing himself to unsteady feet, all the blood in his body decidedly not going to his head. “I'm the one who should be saying please,” he said, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s cheek. 

“You have lube, condoms?” Eddie asked, laying himself back on the bed. 

Steve was already a step ahead of him, climbing over his bed to the far side so he could reach into his nightstand. Sure he’d never had sex with another guy before but apart from needing a bit more prep, or so he assumed, the mechanics of it were simple and familiar enough.

Watching quietly, Eddie’s eager eyes followed his every move as Steve brought the small bottle and foil packet over, slicking up his fingers. Eddie pulled his knees up, spreading his legs to reveal his tight hole and Steve wasted no time reaching out to press the first digit in.

Eddie writhed as Steve worked the finger deeper and deeper with each pass. He listened carefully to Eddie’s body, letting it be his guide for when he could move more or add another finger, until he was three deep, stretching Eddie as quickly and carefully as he dared.

“I’m ready,” Eddie gasped, working his hips, fucking himself down on Steve’s hand as he let out breathy moans. “I need—I need more.”

“Fuck.” Steve could have watched him like this for hours and never be bored but Eddie wanted him, needed him, and his own arousal was starting to become too insistent to ignore. Gently, he pulled his fingers out, running a soothing hand down Eddie’s thigh when he whined at the loss. 

“I’ve got you, I promise,” he said, finally tearing into the foil packet and rolling the condom on himself.

Eddie’s legs were already shaking as Steve lined himself up, and he hooked an arm under his knee helping to hold it up as he began to push inside Eddie’s tight heat.

The feel of it was so overwhelming it took all of Steve’s will not to thrust hard and fast. He didn’t want this to be over before it’d be begun, and he didn’t want to hurt Eddie but the way he was clenching down on him and the needy sounds that spilled from his lips with every inch he took made it so hard for Steve to hold back. 

“Fuuuck,” Eddie cried out, unrestrained when Steve finally bottomed out. And when he felt like he could do it without coming instantly Steve finally started to move.

“So good, Steve” Eddie rasped out between cries of pleasure. “Making me feel so good, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart.

The pet-name set Steve’s blood on fire and he hiked Eddie's leg up higher, bending him a little in half so he could lean down and capture Eddie’s lips in a brief, messy, open-mouthed kiss, never slowing his thrusts.

In no time, Eddie’s moans became more and more constant, near frantic sounding with each snap of Steve’s hips.

“What do you need?” Steve asked, voice husky as he crept closer to his own peak.

“Touch me,” Eddie called out, breathlessly. “Please—please touch me.”

Steve did just that, spitting into his palm before taking Eddie in hand, stroking him in time with his thrust as he felt his own orgasm building. 

They came together. Eddie spilling over Steve’s fist, while Steve pulsed deep inside Eddie’s body, whispering Eddie’s name like a prayer as he did.

They laid tangled together for a long time after, Eddie’s cum spreading between them into a sticky mess that neither seemed to mind, but eventually Steve forced himself to get up. He took a quick trip to the bathroom, disposing of the condom in the trash and wetting a rag in the sink.

When they were both cleaned off, Steve collapsed to the bed, exhaustion—mental, physical, and everything in between already beginning to pull him under. He barely managed to roll over on his side, reaching back to pull Eddie’s arm around his waist, before falling into a deep sleep.

Steve woke to an empty bed.

He shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was, but even knowing that didn’t stop his stomach from dropping or his heart from racing.

Eddie’s side of the bed was cold. Though it was obvious he’d been gone a while Steve still leapt up in a panic, shoving his legs into the first pair of shorts he could get his hands on and racing into the other room—Eddie’s room.

Empty.

Empty of everything that had made it Eddie’s. No more notebooks and cassette tapes strewn all over the dresser, no clothes littering the floor. He’d even made up the bed. If the sight wasn't so heart-shatteringly painful, Steve might have been impressed that Eddie had managed it all without waking him. The only sign that he’d even been there at all was the lingering smell of cigarettes and old spice. 

Predictably, Eddie’s van was gone.

Steve sat down on his front step and dropped his head into his hands.

After everything he’d overheard last night, he should have known this would happen, but as dumb as it sounded he’d still had hope that maybe things would be different this morning.

Why—because the sex had been good? Because it had felt less like fucking and more like making love?

God, he was pathetic. 

It didn’t matter that every kiss had felt like a promise and each moan had sounded like ‘I want you, I need you,’ when really all Eddie had been trying to say was goodbye.

Distantly he heard the sound of bike tires crunching over grass, the chain rattling as it fell, then a pair of red converse sneakers came into view.

“Oh, Steve,” Robin said, crouching down in front of him, resting her head against his for a moment.

“How did you know?” He asked without looking up.

“Wayne called me.”

Steve groaned, rubbing at his face before finally raising it. He’d given Wayne her number a while back just in case. This wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind at the time but he supposed he should be grateful.

“He said he didn’t know what happened,” she added. “Except that Eddie had come home in the middle of the night and I should check on you… Do you wanna talk about it?”

Steve blew out a long breath. “Not really, but let’s go inside and I'll tell you anyway.”

Chapter 9

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