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ctrldoll · 1 year ago

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My Melo Pink!

Pink Enthusiast GF! Reader/BF! Satoru Gojo<3!!! (Obviously self-indulgent! I'm OBSESSED with PINK and the PINTEREST GF/NERDY/CUTE/WILLING TO SPOIL BF trope! ALSO WITH THE BIMBO GF/NERDY/GOTH BF TROPE!<3<3<3!!!)

(Before their era together!)

I’m going to write about their era soon! I just HAD to get this off of my mind! ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡)

SHE IS THE IT GIRL/STARGIRL, THE WOMAN OF HER DAMN DREAMS AND HE'S THE SMART, SWEET, CHARISMATIC AND PASSIONATE MAN!

They adore each other’s quirks and their relationship is super cute!

I want to write about DILF! GOJO with this trope too <3<3<3!!! Ugh, imagine that! ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡And Geto- YESSSSS!!!

First post of 2024 <3!

Peace and Blessings to you, My Love <3!!!

First things first, when Gojo met you, he had to admit, he found you cute and silly. Not in the romantic sense, though. Teenage you was a passionate pink lover. Despite the monotonous colour scheme of your uniform, you never failed to add a touch of cuteness.

Why did you just have to add a touch of cuteness to even your weapon?! He just loved the adorableness of it!

Whether it would be through the Hello Kitty bracelet you decided to wear that day or the Miffy the Rabbit keychain you kept in your bag & the cute accessories you decorated your bag with, you always made sure that you were cute.

• “Pink pens, pink poach, pink pencils, pink sellotape, pink eraser and a pink ruler? Damn, you’re OBSESSED!” Gojo exclaimed as he looked through your bag to know more about you for the textbook you borrowed. “Are you getting your damn book or snooping through my stuff? Return them back into the pouch.” You scolded, throwing him a side eye as you re-did your lipgloss. “A fucking pink iPad set.” “...let me get your damn book myself.”

• “Aww, Gojo. That's for me? You questioned him when he pulled out the My Melody plushy from the Sanrio Store bag he carried and gave it to you. “Of course. You like the brand and we did a pretty good mission today, so why not treat you?” He answered, smiling brightly as he took in the smile that adorned your features. “Thank you so much! I love it!” You responded and hugged him tightly. “What do you want me to get you?” You asked as you looked at the menu in front of you. Gojo recommended this cafe to you but you never got an opportunity to visit it until the current moment. “Nothing. You know I love treating you.” He responded, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “I know, but I want to treat you too. You spoil me so damn much whenever you visit”. You said, looking through the menu for something he seemed like he would love. “That’s because I love y- treating you so damn much!” Gojo quickly changed his wording, a pitch in his sentence, a bit shocked. You caught onto it and side-eyed him. “Hmm? What was that?” You smirked, placing your hand atop his, watching with amusement as a blush adorned his face as he looked back and forth between your eyes and your hand. His blue orbs always looked wonderful and you couldn't help but get lost in the spiking gaze they always seemed to have on you. You always felt as though they had the ability to see the innermost and outermost parts of you as they took in every single detail of yours.

You fell for the young man as well, always hoping that you could feel him for even longer than was to occur. Your time with him was limited, obviously as you both had different responsibilities and had to get back to them right after missions. You couldn't confess your feelings for him and you knew he couldn't embrace you further that he already did. You were both sorcerers. Any romantic feelings or persuasions between the both of you was delusional as you knew the thin thread of life that hung you both over the abyss of death.

“You’re adorable, Gojo.” You sighed with a somber smile on your face and took your hand off of his and looked back at the menu. A slight look of sadness appeared in his eyes as though he knew why you didn't go further and sighed as he idly held a packet of sugar. “Something with chocolate”. He beamed after a moment, knowing that you would not stop berating him until he let you treat him. “Thank you.” You thanked and smiled at him for a moment before going back to looking at the menu, the smile not leaving your complexion.

• You walked into Jujutsu High, wearing a pink suit dress that went below the knee, diamond earrings that had a pink tint, pearl necklace, pink purse & pink heels.

You were not an eyesore, that's for sure. You looked great! The outfit coordinated and the glow your body radiated in the environment could blind people!

You were both adults now but it's clear that there were just some parts of you that would never change.

“New teacher?” He asks Nanami, chuckling as he watches you walk into Principle’s office with a skip in your step. “She’s getting the job, that's for sure.” Gojo smiled, visibly excited to welcome you to their institution. “How are you so sure of that?” Nanami questioned, rolling his eyes at Gojo’s happiness as he imagined what mischief he could be cooking up there for you.

“Trust me. With the grace she has, there’s no one better”.

• “You've got a really nice look on you now.” Gojo complimented, his eyes wondering up and down on your form with a smirk on his features. “I know right? More mature but with the same touch I’ve always had”. You responded, an equal smirk on your features as you took in the charmer before you. Gosh, he was still so dashing. “You haven't lost even a bit of the cuteness you've always had, Gojo.” You responded, smirking as a slight blush appeared on his face but the smirk he adorned never left it. “Trying to charm me, aren’t you?” “You started it. Guess, I'm just playing the game better than you?” “Better than me? I'm the greatest! I'll just have to show you how much of a damn great charmer I am.”

#𝐂𝐃𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒!✮𖦹 #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu gojo #jjk fanfic #gojo fluff #jjk x you #jjk x fem!reader

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stayandot8 · 2 years ago

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Cravings

Genre: Smut

Relationship type: established boyfriend/girlfriend

Important Contents: Explicit content ahead, 18+. Minors, do not enagage.

WC: 1.3k

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Today I woke up with an unexplainable hunger for something I couldn't quite place my finger on. I thought it might be a certain food, so I picked up my favorite takeout and allowed my legs to take me to my favorite place.

Me: Been having a craving all day so I picked up some food if you’re hungry

Channie ❣️: Just got home so I’m starving. Come on up :)

Smiling down at my phone, I buzzed up to said apartment. I was doing this a lot recently, both buzzing up and smiling at my phone. It was all because of him. He made it very easy to be happy with my life these days. He was getting good at surprising me at work, sending me things like flowers and signing them ‘Chris’ and texting me that he had lunch delivered there for me. Such thoughtful things that I hadn’t had before. And being intimate with him was even better. He was so attentive to how my body responded that he quickly found out what I liked and didn’t. It wasn’t hard when I liked just about everything he did. He could just stand there and I’d be able to take care of myself. All he had to do was look at me with those doe eyes and I was putty in his hands to do with as he liked. And when he started to strip, which was often, my eyes had to be physically moved from his body back up to his face by his grip on my chin. One time he actually caught me drooling, which I should have been embarrassed about but couldn’t be bothered. He was just that powerful. Maybe I did know what my craving was…

Opening the door to the apartment, I immediately spot Felix and Han playing video games on the couch, Hyunjin sitting in a chair beside them drawing on his iPad and deep in concentration.

“Hi boys.” I sing-songed to the members in the room. I got mumbles in response, all of them obviously too engrossed in their respective activities. I shook my head at them and put their portion of the food on the counter. I stayed for a few seconds just to see if they would react and once the smell hit them, they all came running and tripping over themselves to get the good bits. Felix was the first to embrace me in thanks and Han wasn’t far behind. Soon enough, I was fully engulfed in different smells of cologne all fighting their way up my nose in a four-way embrace and a chorus of ‘thank you’s. The first one to hug me and the last one to let go, Felix kissed my cheek and expressed his thanks in his best child voice.

“Agghh okay okay you’re welcome. Now I have to go make my last delivery.” I held up the last bag for myself and Chan for them to see, starting my trek down the hallway. They immediately went back to their game and iPad, now chowing down on proof of my love for them.

Knocking on the familiar door, I crack it open to see Chan in his normal shirt and gym shorts with his controller in hand and gaming headphones on one ear, the ear closest to me exposed to listen out for me. He turns his head and his eyes go to the bag I’m holding and his eyes widen. I lock the door behind me.

“Oh that place is so good. I’m just going to finish this game and I’ll be all yours, okay?”

“Okay but I’m not waiting for you because I am starving.” I tuck into the box of noodles as I sit against his headboard, legs stretched out in front of me. He scoots up into my legs to nestle himself between them, his head laying on my chest and his elbows resting on my thighs. He looked so comfortable that I tried to move as little as possible while I ate but I was finding it very difficult not to spill anything on him or myself, eventually failing.

“Shit. Hey babe, get up, I got it on my shirt. Can I borrow-”

“Of course, you know I love it when you wear my stuff.” He responded, moving to his previous spot without looking at me. I grabbed a shirt from his dresser and ran to the bathroom. Looking at the damage on my own shirt in the bathroom mirror, I figured it was a lost cost, the stain too noticeable to consider saving it. I grabbed Chan’s shirt when I had a better idea. Seeing Chan just sitting on the bed gave me an idea I had seen earlier that week. Looking myself in the eye to boost my confidence, I start stripping, leaving my clothes on the bathroom floor and crack open the door to see if Chan was facing me. He wasn’t, still fully engrossed in his game. Perfect.

Mostly undressed save for Chan’s shirt, I strolled for his bed again, lining myself up directly behind him. My hands find his shoulders, pulling him to lay down in front of me. He goes along with it, his controller being discarded to his side once I swing my leg over his head and place my southern lips directly onto his mouth. A small hum of surprise came from him until his arms wind themselves around my thighs to hook me in place as he looked hungrily at his meal and licked his lips before attacking my folds with that magic tongue of his, licking a thick stripe up along them. His eyes shot to mine as I let a moan escape, that tongue finding its way to my clit. He wraps his mouth around it and begins to suck as if his life depended on it. I could do nothing but throw my head back as my eyes rolled back. He pulls on my thighs to force me to put my full weight on him, the rest of my sex exposed to him. Exactly what he wanted.

He nudged my hips, encouraging me to move, to ride his face like I wanted. My hips moved with a mind of their own, my own brain clouded with each flick of his tongue. I brought my hand up to my breasts to fondle them through the shirt. Chan tugged on it, not wanting to miss anything. I pulled it off and continued, another moan coming out louder as he inserted two fingers into my entrance and started to pump them in and out at an excruciatingly slow pace. The contrast of the borderline violent attack on my clit and the slow pace of his fingers was keeping me on the verge of what I needed.

I knew if I looked at him again I would find the exact thing that would send me over the edge. I didn’t want to give up that quickly. I felt his lips pull away from me. “Look at me.” I couldn't resist when he dropped his voice like that. I knew I was done for when I saw him underneath me staring at my face with hooded eyes, his nose resting just above my clit while his lips continued to suck and flick with his tongue. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as I felt my release start to build in my core, so close to the edge. I buckled, my arms barely catching me as I folded over him as I continued to ride him through the brink he was bringing me to.

“I wanna hear you when you cum but you have to be quiet.” He resumed his assault and it didn’t take long until I shuddered, my release crashing like waves as I rode through it. My moans were stifled by my fist as well as they could’ve been while he still had a hold of me. He released my pelvis and moved from under me. I felt myself collapse on his bed, his weight coming up behind me as he sat on me with his knees enclosing my legs together. I felt his bulge pressing into me through his shorts as he whispered,

“Funny, that was what I was craving too.”

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ralfmaximus · 1 year ago

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Interviewer: So what's your favorite memory about time travel?

Historian: What, besides the obvious? Seeing 'history' come alive?

Interviewer: *laughs*

Historian: Let me think...

Interviewer: Take your time

Historian: Ha!

Historian: Um... well, there was this one time. It was in the 1200s Common Era, I forget the exact date. But one of the profs was really super into illuminated manuscripts. You know, those things monks are always depicted as copying by hand

Interviewer: uh huh, with the haircut

Historian: Yes, with the haircut! And we had some unused time machine credits in the budget, so I figured 'why not?' and went back to 1200-something CE to snatch a transcriptionist

Interviewer: Wait, you what now

Historian: Well 'snatch' is strong... more like, borrowed

Interviewer: ..is that legal?

Historian: *laughs* oh goodness me, no

Interviewer: So should we be talking--

Historian: Oh, it's fine! Everything worked out fine, you see. The little guy spent five months here, illuminating the prof's boss's PHD thesis

Interviewer: Their what?!

Historian: You know, the summary of his doctoral dissertation, in printed form. Boss had copies of that thing laying around that he'd give out as gifts. Cases of them printed up. I dunno why... vanity I suppose

Interviewer: But he illuminated...?

Historian: The monk, yes. We set him up with a full period-accurate suite of writing instruments, completely accurate because *laughs* we snatched those too, you see

Interviewer: So he spent five... months... illuminating

Historian: Transcribing by hand, yes. Well you know, many of those original volumes took years to complete, so five months--

Interviewer: But... why?

Historian: Because it's funny, you see! The plan was to present the prof's boss with this historically accurate illuminated version of his own dissertation, created by--

Interviewer: Okay, I get it. So what happened? How'd it turn out?

Historian: Ah. Well. He never finished it. Made it maybe two-thirds in, then somebody made a critical mistake

Interviewer: A mistake?

Historian: Uh huh. Yes, we'd been extremely careful to keep the chap contained within our little historically accurate lab. Told him it was part of Heaven, and that God had a little project for him, nevermind the strange letters and words... it all worked out pretty well. Until one day containment was, ah, broken

Interviewer: Oh no

Historian: Yes. And one of the interns showed our visiting monk a tablet computer

Interviewer: OH NO

Historian: Microsoft Surface Pro 9 I think. With 16 gig of RAM

Interviewer: ..what happened?

Historian: Oh he loved the stylus

Interviewer: No I mean... what happened?

Historian: OH. Yes, well, he flew into a rage when we took it away. Wrecked his writing station. Accused us of deception, demonic influences. Destroyed his work. Literally set fire to it, actually, set off all the fire alarms. We had to sedate the poor guy in the end

Interviewer: Oh noooo

Historian: Yeah. Tranquilizer dart in the ass, just like at the zoo

Interviewer: So where is he now?

Historian: Safely returned to 1200-something CE, not even thirty seconds after the original snatch! Absolute precision time machine work. Probably thought he dozed off, the whole thing a bad dream...

Interviewer: So why is that your favorite time travel memory?

Historian: Oh! Because... let me show you this

Historian: *operates Microsoft tablet, brings up image, zooms in*

Historian: from Nativity with Six Dominican Monks circa 1265 CE... take a look at... THAT page, there

Interviewer: Oh my.. is that? Are they..?

Historian: Yes! All the monks are carrying Microsoft Surface tablets

Interviewer: oh no

Historian: Yeah well, at least they're not fucking iPads

*recording stops*

#writing #me #time travel #apologies to any real historians reading this #also time travellers

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pynkhues · 1 year ago

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25 and 28 (brio pls!)

Thank you!

25. What projects are you currently working on?

I'm working on a pretty massive original project, which is actually making me have a lot of fun with prompt fills again. They're such a great warm up exercise for me, and I have so many old ones in my inbox that it's a bit of a smorgasbord, haha. In particular, I'm messing around with a couple of Succession ones - a gen one I'm even hoping I might post today which is kind of a four + 1 fic about the kids with Logan's clothes, and a meatier Kendall x Stewy one.

I do actually have a Brio one though too I've been playing around with, which has been so fun, and even an Ava x Deb Hacks one, which I hope I might one day actually finish and post.

28. Share a piece from one of your current WIPs! (Brio)

The camping lighter click-click-clicks, but there’s no spark, no flare, no hint of anything that might make this night any easier. Beth cusses beneath her breath, squinting back down at the box of Dean’s old outdoorsy-things, barely able to make out anything that isn’t barbeque tongs or a dusty, unopened box of fishing tackle in the darkness of the garage. Back to Plan A then, she thinks, grabbing her 23% battery cell off the top of the shelves where she’d tried and failed to angle the flashlight in a way that still let her use both of her hands.

Portable charger, that’s gotta be first priority, but then, didn’t Kenny ask to borrow it for the iPad?

So batteries for the flashlight then. The drawer had been empty earlier, but she figures she can empty a few remote control cars / dogs / light-up Barbie disco floors from the kids’ rooms.

She pads back into the house, the thin stream of light from her cell the only thing to illuminate the path ahead, and she manages to step over the vacuum cleaner she’d been halfway through using on the clippings of a bad batch of the counterfeit cash when the outage hit, only to see a figure hunched over her couch.

It’s instant, the way she can feel the thrum of her pulse in her neck, throat, mouth, a scream trapped like a hummingbird behind her teeth, and she’s thinking lamp, she’s thinking vase, she’s thinking Kenny’s algebra text book, cracked on the back of a head, when Rio’s slow drawl slips like a knife through butter in her head.

“Hey, darlin’,” he hums, and Beth exhales a rough breath.

“Thought we agreed you’d knock.”

“Door was open.”

“And the lights were off.”

“Power’s out.”

“All over town,” she agrees, angling her cell light to catch the angles of his face, and she frowns when she sees the graze at his cheek and the pinched expression to his face. She knows it better than she wishes she did at this point. “Thought we agreed next time you’d go to hospital. Do you know how hard it is to get bloodstains out of a linen blend?”

Writer asks

#thank yooouuu #it's actually been really fun playing around with a brio fic again #gg fic #welcome to my ama #nbc good girls #beth x rio #writer asks

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homo-rashi · 1 year ago

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Roommates (Original Work) Ch 4.

Safe With Me (contains Omorashi)

Read it on my Ao3 here: Link

August is sitting uncomfortably on the floor of Rowan’s room, borrowed sweatpants feeling like they are gonna burst at the seams, eyes cast down to his fingers, twiddling with the dark blue rug taking up half of the room. Gray is sitting a few feet away messing with Rowan's ipad, listening to some type of minecraft youtube video through Rowan’s airpods.

“You know…this is like breaking every single school rule imaginable, right?” Rowan says quietly, from the desk chair mere feet away from August, motioning to the kid.

“Hence why you weren't supposed to find out.” August says under his breath, feeling, not so in the mood for arguing after utterly embarrassing himself again.

“I think there is a lot of stuff you haven't told me, but I'm least worried about the kid. Seems like Max did the right thing, no kid his age should be around their parents when they're drunk. Bringing him to our super strict zero-tolerance boarding school…That was questionable but what can I do now? He is already here and it's the middle of the night.” August lets out a sigh of relief, he couldn't imagine Max’s reaction if Rowan took Gray to the headmaster. “But-” August snaps his eyes up to meet Rowans, for the first time since coming back from his shower. “We have to talk about what happened.” and, August once relieved tension skyrockers back up to his ears,

“I don't want to.” August wines, pulling his knees up to his chest, ignore the sounds of all the threats breaking in his pants.

“I know you said it's your anxiety that causes your…other issue.” Rowan says, looking at Gray while speaking vaguely, “Is what happened tonight related to that? I'm not trying to make fun of you or anything but, its-” Rowan seems just as much at a loss for words as August is.

“It’s weird that I keep pissing myself? I know…” August feels shame. He can feel this stomach tightening, his anxiety heightening, he angrily grabs onto the fibers of the rug with his hand, digging his nails into the padding of the rug, “The kid woke me up, I was dry but had to piss…tried the restroom…it didn't work. Thought I could make it here and you saw how that ended up.” August explains, hiding it will just make his anxiety worse, in turn making his issues worse.

“Why…um, did the restroom not work?” Rowan asks about the part August was hoping they would just jump over and move on from without acknowledging it, He should have known Rowan wouldn't give up that easily.

“The kid was with me…I couldn’t go with someone, you know, around.” August cringes, he actually cringes. He rips a few pieces of the rug out and bans himself from touching it, knowing he already defaced the floor of this room once tonight.

“Shit dude…If this is like- a thing for you…How the hell are you gonna manage sharing a communal restroom when the rest of the guys get back to the dorms tomorrow, It's never empty, not completely. Or during class? You can expect to run back to the dorms every time you have to go during class, you will get caught.” August swallows hard, that is exactly what he was planning to do. The dorms should be empty when everyone living in them is in class, he long accepted the fact that his classmates would think he was taking a dump every time he excused himself to pee because of how long it would take, but he would accept the occasionally poop joke at his expense to not literally pee his pants in class.

“I'm open to suggestions.” August shrugs, stumped and annoyed.

“What did you do at your old school?” Rowan asks, clearly trying to help. August looks to make sure Gray is still preoccupied before spilling another one of his horribly embarrassing secrets…

Most days August has his bathroom habits down to a perfect science. He would go before he left for school in the morning in his safe, perfect bathroom in his house. Of course, he would need to go by the end of the day on most days. Sure it was uncomfortable to have to walk home feeling like you have a liter of sprite sloshing around inside of you, but He managed. One unfortunate day he found he couldn't manage.

Somehow by fourth period, He was already a squirming mess. He couldn't for the life of him figure out why. His habits naturally included drinking less and making sure he didn't have tea or coffee or anything that would make him have to go more. He just knew he was not going to make it home like he usually did. Of course he tried to find a bathroom that was empty, but his public school was big, and did not have that many bathrooms. By the time he got out of fifth period and was heading to lunch, he was hardly able to think about anything else besides peeing.

So…When he got his lunch and his juice was handed to him in a tall, scratched up plastic cup, His eyes flicked with the idea. He didn't eat any of his food, ditching his tray at a random table and dumping out his cup in the trash, but holding onto the receptacle. He found an empty classroom swiftly, making sure he was far enough away from the cafeteria that nobody would wander in. Dropped his pants just enough to pull himself out and shamefully let go in the juice cup.

When he finished doing it the first time, he realized he still needed somewhere to put the cup and spill out the shameful liquid he had just filled it with. That day he ended up hiding it in his locker, asking to go to the bathroom during his next class and spilling it out in the sink in the bathroom, but all the times after that, because he did continue it for his entire time at that school, He made sure to sneak into an empty science classroom and pour his piss down one of the science station sinks.

Nobody ever found out. He never had to sit through his last period class being so immensely uncomfortable ever again, and he never had to step foot in the horrible school bathrooms either…

“So yeah, I'm disgusting.” August finishes telling his story, his horrible, embarrassing story.

“August, that's terrible. You shouldn't have had to do that, your needs should have been accommodated.” Rowan says, August can feel the genuine sorrow in his voice, but August doesnt feel bad for himself, the situation was of his own making after all,

“They would have, had I told anyone. I don't want to be the guy who uses the nurses bathroom, or hell, you know, the guy who changes in the stall. It's embarrassing to be different.” August would rather pee in a cup every single day then tell the Headmaster he has ‘potty issues’. His mom pavlov dogging him is another thing, it's not his fault, this thought feels like it is.

“Where the hell is he?” The door to Rowan's room slams open, Max stops dead in his tracks peering around the room. “Why the fuck would you take him out of our room? Do you know how much of an idiot you are?” August doesnt have time to react before Max’s hands are bundled in the front of his shirt, pulling him up to eye level.

“Hey, lets just calm down-”

“Shut up, ladyboy! this has nothing to do with you.” Max yells, Rowan takes a step back towards his bed, “You could have gotten me kicked out! Why would you leave? Whatever it was I was right there-”

“Stop!” Gray yells, standing up, Ipad and airpods abandoned, “It was my fault. I asked August to take me to the restroom because I couldn't wake you up!” Gray rubs at his tired eyes,

“Gray, Fuck dude. You know what I told you…” Max bends down to his brother's level letting go of August's shirt, He promptly backs away, knocking into Rowan in the process who places a leveled hand on his shoulder.

“What was I supposed to do? Pee on your floor?” Gray says, with a bit of sass in his voice, August is slightly amused,

“You drank a whole bottle of something to make you have to go, hmmm?” Max claps back, August can see the visible blush spread across the kids face,

“Hey! I'm sorry to break up…whatever this is but, It's two in the morning, I have 20 freshmen arriving in four hours and I promise not to tell anyone he is here, But can you get the fuck out of my room.” Rowan is already walking to the door, August goes first, purposely making eye contact with Rowan as he leaves his bag of soiled clothes hanging on the bathroom door handle, hoping He just washed them or tossed them.

Max stops when he gets to the door. August can feel his eyes running up and down his body, stopping on his legs.

“What the fuck is wrong with your pants? They look goofy as hell.” Max asks. August’s eyes fall to the group, meeting Grays for just a split second. He is caught. It's obvious. Anyone with half a brain would know why he is wearing Rowan's sweatpants.

“I got lost in the bathroom and he slipped on a puddle in the showers.” Gray says, taking a step forward in front of Max. August mouths ‘thank you’ to him as he passes by. He can only hope he isn't now indebted to owning miniature max any favors.

Waking up dry the next morning, or well, a few hours later is the only nice thing about waking up. He is immediately hit with the sound of chunky liquid splattering into a mental container of some sort. He opens his eyes to see Max, puking into his hydroflask…

“What the hell?” He jumps out of bed, almost forgetting about Gray, just barely missing stepping on him.

“Hnghh-hungover-sorry-” Max can barely get two words out before he is puking into the bottle again. August looks around for something else to hand him but the only trash cans in the room are mesh, not best for holding someone puke. “I’m going to huuuck- shower. Watch him and dont leave this room, get it?” Max gets up, taking the abused water bottle with him. August just hopes he tosses it at that point.

August looks down at Gray, who is still sound asleep. He decides to sit on his bed and scroll on tiktok, hoping Max won't take too long to shower. Thankfully, his prayers are answered when, gray still sound asleep, Max comes through the door, looking less green, way cleaner, with the pleasant smell of sausage and egg following him.

“Here-” He hands August a breakfast sandwich wrapped in a paper towel, all the while gently kicking Gray with his foot.

“Wake up idiot, it's already nine. Eat.” Gray groggily wakes up and takes the sandwich, and the carton of orange juice offered to him, groggily unwrapping the food and taking a sleepy bite.

“Max…” August didn't want to have this conversation, but he can't imagine anytime is a good time to talk about the elephant in the room.

“I know. I don't want to hear it from you. His mom comes back tomorrow. Then i'll send him home…just…help me watch him until then and i'll consider us even, or, i'll even owe you one.” August can almost detect an ounce of empathy and human emotion from Maxes tone so, he agrees, not like he was never gonna have the kid sent back to his drunk dad, who doesn't even feed him properly it seems.

Gray yawns, standing up and stretching his legs, rubbing his eyes to fully wake up, crumpling up the paper towel from his breakfast. “I gotta pee…” He looks up at His brother first then to August, who also has to pee, but has been dreading the idea of going outside the room, where he can hear its already busy with guys returning back for the start of the school year.

“Here, have at it.” August looks at Max with wide eyes as he hands his brother an empty water bottle from his desk. Max must notice August's shocked expression and take it as judgmental.

“Its not like he can fucking go out there! I was just in the shitter and it was crazy. Someone would see. So shut the fuck up and get out, give my little bro some privacy.” Before August can say anything, not that he really knows what to say, he is shoved out the door, his student card being chucked at him before the door is slammed and locked.

August makes his way down the stairs, slower than usual from all the people bringing in boxes and such to the higher floors. He doesn't even bother stopping by the bathroom, hearing a flush every so often he knows it wont work. Instead he resigns his fate and goes straight to Rowan's room, softly knocking.

“For the last time, No! I don't know how to work the air fryer in the lounge- oh! Hi August!” Rowman instantly looks relieved to see him, “finally, someone who doesn't look at me like i’m Cruella Devil. Wanna go shopping?” August motions to their entire floor filled with candles, hair styling tools of all different kinds, and one, large, red microwave in the middle of the small room.

“Uh-” August doesnt know what to say, but steps into the room anyways,

“Confiscated before they even made it to their rooms, funny, freshmen are so easy, if you ask to ‘borrow their straightener’ they hand it right over.” Roman laughed, kicking various straightener cords out of the way to get to his desk.

“I see now why they are afraid of you.” August doesnt sit down, or even move away from the door. He feels bad, suddenly, realizing he came here only to use the restroom, feeling like he is taking advantage of Rowan’s kindness. That still doesn't keep him from eyes up the bathroom door,

“Go piss girl.” Rowan says, seemingly catching on to August lingering glance at the bathroom.

“Sorry.” He ducking into the bathroom and quickly tries to relieve himself. He isn't as desperate as he was yesterday, so it doesn't come easy. He can hear Rowan out there, fiddling with his desk chair, but after some coaxing, he manages and for the first time in days, not even his underwear is wet. He feels embarrassed at how proud he is of that.

Walking out of the bathroom tho, he find Rowan sitting with his hands crossed over his chest,

“Uh oh, am I in trouble, dad?” He makes his way over to the bed, plopping down onto it.

“No…of course not but August. This can't keep happening. I love you, i've adopted you as my closted gay son of the school year but…you can’t only piss in my room…If you wanna talk to someone about getting a medical accommodation, i'll come with you...” August can tell Rowan is trying to make light of the situation, but he already knew he couldn't make a habit out of this…not really.

“Does this campus have cameras?” August asks, depending on Rowan's answer, he might have an easy solution.

“Like on every building, on every exit. None in the dorms though, for privacy laws or something, they can't.” That isn't the answer August wanted to hear.

“Guess pissing on a random tree isn't an option...” August wants to die. He can’t believe he is already in this type of situation, school hasn't even started yet. He cannot and will not become the weird outcast kid who has pee issues. He wants to actually have friends, besides Rowan and his crazy roommate.

“August…” He stands up. He doesn't want Rowan's sympathy, not right now at least. He has embarrassed himself enough in the last twelve hours,

“It's fine, Rowan, I can handle myself but…”

“If it's an emergency please don't hesitate to come here…” August goes to the door. Knowing he will now, always hesitate before coming here. To Rowan. And he can't even be mad. It's annoying to have someone barging in your private space when said person is refusing any help from adults. And it's not like Rowan can say no to a friend with their hands between their legs begging to let them use your bathroom, like last night. August decided then and there, he will come up with a fool proof solution to his problem once and for all…He cant put the stress of his anxiety on another person.

***

Unfortunately for August, the next time he found himself needing to pee was only a few hours later without a single idea of how and where that was going to happen. Luckily though, He had other things to worry about.

“No! I don't want to!” Gray kicked and all but screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Come on, you did it earlier without a problem.” Max looked just about done with his little brother. The two of them have been cooped up in this room for the better part of a day. August went and sat under a tree in the courtyard to clear his head of what happened this morning, only coming back to chaos. At first it was a lack of headphones that didn't hurt Gray's head, causing Max to have to sit and listen to some guy called Dream play minecraft on twitch for four hours. Now, it's a more alarming issue.

“That was when I was tired and didn't realize it was gross!” Gray literally bats the empty water bottle out from Max’s hands, it goes flying onto August’s side of the room, he stares at it, wishing he could grab it and just go inside it, but no, he couldn't…could he?

“I wanna go to the actual bathroom! It's not fair, you left to pee like, six times already!” August eyes widen at the embarrassing admission, Six times is a lot, Max also must know this as his demeanor changes.

“Fine!” he yells, storming over to his desk and slamming his headphones on. “Piss yourself for all I care, it's not like I had to get drunk to save your ass less than twenty-four hours ago.”

The room goes silent besides Max clicking away at his keyboard. If there is one thing August has learned, its Max might as well not exist in the small room when he is gaming. He can't hear anything with his headphones on and does not take well to being interrupted. August goes to roll over, to try and ignore his aching bladder, but he stops when he hears a muffled sniffling. He wants so badly to ignore it. So bad to just focus on his own problem and not some kid he doesn't know, but…he owes him for last night.

“Hey…” August gets out of bed and walks over to the kid, who is standing in the middle of the room, crying, aggressively wiping at his eyes.

“Hi.” He looks up, red rimmed and clearly annoyed at this current predicament.

“Max can be…a little…” August doesnt know what to say, mean? Is that mean? Rude? Not that worse than mean.

“A total dickass?” Gray blurts out. It takes all of August's willpower to not laugh, but he can't say he doesn't agree with the kids' statement. August looks up at at Max then back at Gray,

“Listen. You saw what happened to me last night…it's not fun to…have an accident. I don't think I ever thanked you for not telling your brother.” August whispers to the sobbing kid.

“I knew he wouldn't be cool about it. He has made fun of me before…it's not that he- He just, Ugh. I have to pee, please take me to the restroom.” August feels bad for the kid and he can more than sympathize.

“Would it help if me and your brother left the room?” August tries to think of what would make him most comfortable, and being alone definitely would help.

“Maybe, but…the bottle…its…” August can tell the kids want to say something but he is hesitating, looking back at his brother then back at him.

“Is it a secret? Wanna whisper it so Dickass doesn't hear?” August gets a chuckle out of the kid, who nods. He bends down so his ear is right next to the kid's mouth.

“The bottle didn't work earlier. It got all over my legs and… hands…I didn't tell Max because I was afraid he would make fun of me.” August feels the gears click into place. It makes sense. He definitely didn't have the best of aim when he was in middle school, at that it is embarrassing to admit. August looks around, His eyes lock on his hydro flask, that it is sitting atop a paper towel as if its been washed out and it drying, cap set just to the side.

“I think I can help with that.” August, begrudgingly, walks up to Max’s desk and grabs the bottle, in turn, making Max take off his headphones and give him a disgusted look.

“Hey!…I only washed that fuckin thing with a tide pod in the laundry room sink…it should be like bleached before you drink out of it.”

“Here. It's fine, I was gonna toss it anyway, it has a big opening, see. Come on dic- I mean Max, I need to talk to you in the hallway.” Max looks at his brother then back at August, with a less then please look on his face, but eventually, he gets up and follows August to the hallway.

“What?” Max says the second the door is closed,

“Huh?” August looks at him confused,

“Don't ‘huh’ me? You're the one who wanted to talk to me out here.” August rolls his eyes, he can now add dense to the list of stereotypical stupid bad boy stereotypes this guy lives up to.

“You really don't know why we're out here?” August asks, Max, annoyingly shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

“You were really gonna let your little brother wet his pants?” August can't believe those words are coming out of his mouth, and to his roommates of all people right now, but under these circumstances, he feels like he has to.

“He is a smart kid. He won't piss himself, he isn't a baby!” Max seems offended, August can't begin to fathom why.

“Being smart has nothing to do with when you have to take a piss...If I didn't give him my water bottle, he would have! by the way, thanks for ruining it, not like I didn't have a sentimental attachments to any of those stickers from my home town or anything!””

“Gray is…” Max’s eyes go wide, as if all the moving parts just clicked into place.

“Yeah, news flash, A thirteen year old might have trouble pissing into the opening of an arrowhead water bottle, especially if they are half asleep!”

“Fuck. He crawled back into bed after you left and didn't move for hours…did he…you know,?” Max motions to his pants, August cringes, but knows what he is asking.

“I think so… he didn't give me all the details okay…I shouldn't even be telling you but, he probably shouldn't keep wearing those pants and his underwear.” August knows sitting in even a little bit of piss can be really irritating, it's not comfortable.

“Stay here and lock the door… I gotta call his mom.” Max disappears down the hallway, August, who did a very good job of acting like he wasn't just terrified for his life, immediately throws his hands between his legs, slipping in the door of the room before anyone can see him.

“Hey thanks for th-oh.” August immediately stops wiggling around when he remembers the whole reason he was in the hallway, the kid. The kid who is holding his capped hydro flask, staring at him doing a potty dance for the second time in the day he has known him.

“No worries, just leave it by the door. I'll throw it out later.” August cringes at how forced his voice sounds, not that it's not completely obvious he is having a situation…

“It's not full, I mean- I didn't, you can… I'll hide in your closet.” August can't believe he is even considering it, but he is.

“You can't tell your brother, please, It's- I have, it's a long story.” August says wiggling in place over to snatch up his water bottle.

“Airpod are noise canceling…I know you- I heard you tell that girl about your problems at your old school.”

“Rowan is a boy and-” Gray cuts him off,

“Go potty, it can wait!” August waits for Gray to close the wardrobe doors, immediately uncapping the bottle and shuffling over to the farthest corner of the room. Cringing at being told to ‘go potty’.

“Please, please.” He begs his body to cooperate just this once. He pulls himself out, aligning his dick with the top of the bottle, seeing that it is indeed not too full, less the half it should hold majority of what he is holding, if any would come out. “No, come on. Nobody is here.” August pleads to himself, second later, a small, painful stream starts to exit his body.

His stream starts to pick up momentum. The tinny splashing noise it makes going into the bottle makes him slightly self conscious, but he doesn't care, he doesnt care at all until he hears a knock at the door.

“It's me.” fuck. August thinks to himself, trying to cut off his stream, but now that he is going, like actually, he can’t stop. “Hello? Can you let me in”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” August doesnt know what to do, Suddently the wardrobe door opens. Gray comes out, with his hands covering his eyes. August tucks himself rather into the corner, trying to just finishing peeing,

“No. I’m mad at you.” Gray shouts back on the other side of the room.

“Gray, Where is August? August let me in!” Max pounds again, August stream has slowed down, not because he is near empty, but because of the voice, people talking. But he cant stop it, it would hurt and he doesn't know when he will have this chance again.

“He has headphones on and is in bed, he can't hear you.” August doesn't want to focus on what the two brothers are saying, but he is and he can't help but agree that Max was right, August is a smart kid.

“Come on, Gray. I’m sorry I got mad, you know what dealing with dad does to me…and alcohol.” Gray takes a step closer to the door,

“Yeah, I know what alcohol does to you. That's why you should have known I wasn't lying when I said I needed to pee.” August wonders what gray means by that, but he doesn't dwell on it, feeling his bladder finally run dry. He caps the bottle, tucking himself back into his pants.

August sets the now full, hydroflask down by the door, bidding it the weirdest farewell, since he is for sure throwing it out the second he has a chance. He taps Gray's shoulder, mouthing the most sincere thank you he can, before jumping in bed, and throwing on his own noise canceling headphones.

“I know you weren't lying and I was a dick, now let me in. I have good news.” August turns away when Gray opens the door, he doesn't have any music playing so he hears Max call him names before he feels his leg being shoves, he turns around and tries to act normal.

“Get up. We have to make this place look…not like this.” Max motions around the room, the various cans and bottles all over the place (on mostly max’s side) and the blankets on the floor.

“Why?” August asks, sliding his headphones off into his lap.

“Gray’s mom is on her way here.” August swallows. He doesn't know why, but he gets the idea that this woman, gray moms, not Max’s mom, as he keeps clarifying, is a scary woman.

“First, I guess ill run this down to the dumpster- Oh holy fuck!” August nor Gray can stop Max before he picks up the hydro flask, the extremely full hydro flask that to his knowledge his little, very little brother filled up.

“Damn little bro, impressive. Are you sure your underpants are dry?” Max teases, Gray laughs making eye contact with August, who's underpants and in fact not dry. But Gray already knows enough of his secrets. August gets to work tidying his side of the room, wondering what chaos his roommate is gonna bring him into next.

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i recasted an episode of victorious

a group of friends were sitting outside in the beaming heat. willa holland waved her hand around her face trying to cool off "oh my god... i am so ...hot" colton hayes smirked "aint that the truth" willa turned to him and looked at him. stephen amell rolled his eyes as sweat beads went down his chest "whats the temperature now?" grant gustin pulled up a giant screen "well according to my iPad-" the others groaned at his nerd like demeanor. "here in Hollywood it is 103 degrees" they groaned "i hate sweating" stephen bellowed "i know! my arms feel like warm wet ham!" stephen stifled a chuckle. "HAII" said melissa benoist "im really hot but im still in a good mood" billie eilish sat next to stephen and willa "grant you done with that water?" he shuddered "nooo" she growled "give it to me" "alright!" grant handed it to her as she yanked the bottle away drinking some. willa began to stare at billie as she swallowed the liquid willa started to lean forward and clutch billies shoulder "WHAT???" billie whined as willa began to increasingly become touchy feely. "you're not sweating??!" willa exclaimed "uhuh?" willa started to touch every crevasse of billies body "having fun there??" she yelled to willa as her hands moved everywhere on her skin "how can you not be sweating" "i dont sweat" "everyone sweats "not billie" stephen interjected "billie never sweats" "what do you mean she never sweats?" "sweating is gross so i dont do it" billie said proudly. "so what so your just... cold blooded??" willa asked with a moan coming from colton "billie cold blooded... mhm what a surprise" he laughed. billie took a bottle of sun screen and sprayed some into his face landing it over his eye and cheek bones "AHHH THAT WITCH GOT SUN SCREEN IN MY EYES HELP ME GRANT!" grant got the sunscreen off with a napkin as willa watched in disgust and billie with a smile plastered on her face "its okay dont fret. here you go!" colton groaned "now my face is gonna tan unevenly" david ramsey walked up "hey amigos and amigirls" melissa noticed something in his hand "whats all that money for??" he waved the money at himself to cool off "me i set up a kitty pool and im charging people 5 bucks for 5 minuets HEY KATHRINE!! YOU GOT 3 MORE MINUETS!" kathrine splashed around as she yelled "okay!" she resumed in the pool. david sat down with stephen and billie. melissa started to smile then spoke "is it true that like...sweat and pee are like... cousins" david made a face of disgust "what now??" "man how long is this heat wave gonna last" stephen groaned "they say till Tuesday" muttered willa "why would they say that!???" yelled melissa the boys looked and shook their heads. grant watched his iPad "wow its up to 106 in the valley" the group groaned. stephen nodded "hey look up Venice beach" grant complied and looked up the weather "Venice is ...only 91 degrees" willa groaned "ohh lets go to Venice!!" "you guys wanna?" stephen smirked "what like blow off school?" billie asked in response "i can get with that!" colton sneered. "no..i meant Saturday i could borrow my uncles pick up hook it up to my rv and we can all hit the beach" emily bett rickards walked up "the beach i am so in!!" she walked off with everyone yelling at her "NO ONE LIKES YOU!!" billie screamed. colton groaned when willa realized kathrine was drowning in the shallow kitty pool "hey! hey! its kathrine shes faced down in the kitty pool!" david checked his watch "its cool she still has 2 minuets" willa and grant ran over to check on the girl pulling her out of the water "are you okay?" kathrine gargled "maybe you should give her mouth to mouth" grant suggested. willa looked at him angrily "nah shes alright" willa pushed kathrine back into the pool

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willa posted a status update to the slap.com

( stupid ass pear phone )

the group pulled up in the rv and the pick up at the beach. stephen and billie got out of the red truck going into the rv. as soon as the door opened melissa ran out screaming "GOTTA PEE GOTTA PEE GOTTA PEE GOTTA PEE GOTTA PEE" stephen and billie stared "hurry back!" melissa yelled back "KK" billie commented "she has the bladder of a squirrel". stephen and billie went into the rv "whos ready for beach fun?" stephen asked. the group howled in excitement. emily got up while holding her beach towel "stephen this rv is so cool!" stephen smiled in confidence "thanks" "and you like live in this?" stephen nodded "yea but in my parents driveway!" colton started to pout "i wish i had parents" grant reprimanded him "hey some things are private" colton looked at him " i know" willa was at the window "hey how come these windows are windows are tinted so dark?" "oh cause my dad bought it from a rapper " billie chimed in "all the windows are made of bullet proof glass" david looked up "which rapper?" "fat drake" "the fat drake???" willa yelled. "uhuh" stephen nodded "i heard hes thin now" grant said as willa turned to him "yeah he had that stomach surgery" "awh good for fat drake!" emily smiled "hey!" willa yelled to billie "what??" she peered into billies ocean blue eyes "does it worry you that you never sweat?" "no" "but what if one day all your sweat builds up inside you and you just explode" billie leaned into willas face "i would love that!" david sighed "alright its starting to get hot in here. the others agreed. stephen tried to open the door when it just clanked against something as if there was a force infront of it. "whats wrong?" billie asked. "i dont know the door wont open?" the group looked at each other as the door wouldn't open. low and behold a gigantic camper parked incredibly close to the rv blocking its only exit and entrance "man i love the beach!" some dude and his kids left the camper. billie became increasingly impatient "just open it!" "i cant somethings blocking the door" willa looked through the window "awh man some idiot parked a huge rv next to us!" " what ever lets just go out the back door" emily whined. stephen looked at her "there is no back door" "well thats stupid" she fell back onto the couch. davids voice level increased "im getting very hot now!" grant looked around "will somebody open a window???" billie looked at him and growled "the windows are bullet proof they dont open!" colton groaned "ah well thanks a lot fat drake!!" billie got angry and walked towards him "what???" she asked "I MEAN THE RAPPER FROM WHOM STEPHENS DADDY PURCHASED THIS VEHICLE" david shook his tank top "im getting hotter" "just push on the door" willa whined "i cant push a 7000 pound rv out of the way" "THEN PUSH HARDER!" she yelled at stephens response as she held her arms out. the kids began to bicker. david stopped them "ALRIGHT ALRIGHT lets not bug out" willa turned to him "dude nobody knows were trapped in this toaster oven" david nodded "melissa just went to the bathroom then she can start stephens truck and then pull us forward so we can get out" "good point" colton smiled. the teens started to relax a little bit.

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melissa was walking by some boys "HEY" they responded with a hello and hi and a hey. "whats that song your playing??" the boys looked at her "im not sure" "well its really cool" she giggled "do you wanna hang out with us?" one of the boys asked " oh i cant i need to get back to my friends" the boys groaned " oh cmon just hang out with us for a few minuets" melissa complied "okay!"

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emily was pacing around the rv while the others just laid down and let the heat over take them. willa leaned against the couch laying her arm next to grant "where is melissa!" grant looked around "shes been gone for 20 minuets" david looked at the both of them "the girl only weighs 55 kilos!" emily took out her phone "thats it im calling her whats melissas number?" "i already tried" billie whined "no signal" stephen grunted "man i told yall not to get f mobile" david scolded them "well where's your phone" willa asked "i left my phone in my pants and my grandma washed it all my contacts gone!" grant looked up "why dont we turn on the air conditioning" stephen sat up "the ac doesnt work unless the truck is running" emily looked at him "well then go start the truck!" emily yelled "i cant get out" stephen yelled back at her "uhh why did you invite me here!" every one began to tell her that noone invited her "NO ONE LIKES YOU" billie repeated "im getting very hot now!" david yelled. grant got up and pointed to the thermometer "guys its 102 degrees in here" they all groaned. "i need a cold drink" willa cried. stephen got up "me too" "where are they" she asked stephen had a moment of realization "in the truck" willa groaned as she turned on her side. "what are we gonna do??" emily questioned. willa got an idea then started to scream "MELISSA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" the group joined in shouting her name but to no avail melissa was playing with the boys with water guns "its so cold its so cold!" melissa wailed willa screamed "ITS SO HOT!!"

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the group groaned with the heat over taking them. "i cant believe melissa isnt back yet" david took off his button down shirt and laid on the ground "how hot is it in here now?" grant checked "107 degrees" they all groaned emily looked up "every night i prayed to be hotter.. THIS ISNT WHAT I MEANT!" she cried "theres parts of me sweating i didnt know could sweat" david groaned. "oh my god i forgot.." willa looked up as she grabbed something "what?" billie questioned "i brought a fan a battery powered fan" willa dug for it in her bag pulling out a very small fan "here it is!" she smiled and looked at it with relief "oh stop" david yelled "thats it" emily barked "thats your fan" grant said in disappointment "Yeah?" willa squeaked "its not big" stephen looked at her "its an embarrassment " billie whined ' you teased us " david said " okay fine i guess i just wont turn it on!" the group yelled at her to turn it on "YEAH NOW YOU LIKE MY TINY FAN HUH!"

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the fan spun back and forth "at least it osolates" the group moved with the fan. "im still not happy" david complained "im so hot" emily whined "where could melissa be??" grant whined "i hope shes okay" willa cried.

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melissa was dancing with the boys and squealing. the boys noticed a cart coming "hey shave ice!" melissa began to get excited "oh good i love shave ice!" the boys went up to the cart and ordered the shave ice "what flavor do you like?" melissa smiled "you pick for me" "cherry for the lady" melissa squealed "YAY THATS MY FAVEEE" she poked their abdomens in happiness. the man handed them their cups. melissa screamed "AAH BRAIN FREEZE!"

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The fan began to slow down "uh oh" "its slowing down" the fan had died soon after. grant screamed "NOOOOOO CMON FAN WORK" stephen tried to calm him down "grant grant grant its dead grant stop its over!" grant started to short-circuits and ended up grabbing a couch pillow and screaming into it where colton was passed out from the heat "im extremely hot now" david yelled while emily complained "we've got to get out of this stupid rv..." stephen made a face "yeah offense" willa sighed "we at least have to find something to drink" billie tapped on stephens shoulder "hey hey- your fish tank!" stephen looked "oh yeah- i forgot about my fish tank" stephen smiled proudly while looking at the tank of green algae and living organisms. "were gonna drink fish water??" colton woke up to speak "beats dying of thirst" david replied while looking at the fish tank. "when was the last time you cleaned it" billie looked at the dark brown water. "you're supposed to clean it???" stephen asked puzzled the girls groaned "we cant drink dirty fish water" "well if we dont drink something were all gonna be-" willa cut off david and grant "WAIT- emily- what are you doing" emily looked up from her bag and looked at willa "what do you mean??" willa looked at her with a look of anger and questionability "why was your head in your bag???" emily hesitated and pointed "i-its cool in there-" willa started to become more suspicious "i heard you swallow-" emily got scared as willa came close to her "gimmie the bag-" "no" "GIVE ME THE BAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGG" willa tackled emily as she shook her head and yelled "NOOOO" the two began rolling on the floor fighting each other. willa took the bag and grabbed a water bottle with just a small amount at the bottom "SHE HAS WATER SHE HAS WATER" emily screamed "GIVE IT BACK!!" "you had water this entire time and didnt share with the rest of us" willa scolded. "if i shared it i wouldn't have as much for me" emily whined. david took the bottle "theres only 1 swallow left!" billie stood up "I WANT IT" willa screamed "no! we will share it" david grumbled "theres barely enough to fill up the cap" willa looked up "then we will share one capful!" "okay we share it" emily complied "YOU GET NOTHING!" willa yelled.

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the boys were laid out on lawn chairs as melissa and the boy she was speaking to were spinning clay to make a pot. "just keep your hands steady" "steady??" she asked as he pulled up a chair. "like this" he held his hands around hers to demonstrate.

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the water was poured down into the cap. "alright no sipping everyone gets one tongue dip!" willa explained before she slowly dipped her tongue into the cap of water. she passed it on to david "oh thats refreshing here" david dipped in his tongue then passed it to grant who did a tongue dip then swallowed the cap earning the group to grab him and start shaking him to spit out the cap from his mouth. "its empty!" billie whined "IM SORRY I COULDNT HELP MYSELF" grant cried and laid into the pillow sobbing his eyes out. billie crawled away as stephen rubbed his back "okay somethings dripping on me somethings dripping on me!" billie began to freak out stephen came to investigate "nothings dripping" "yes look on my arm" she presented her arm "A-AND MY FOREHEAD WHATS GOING ON WHATS HAPPENING!???" billie screamed. "you're sweating" stephen told her "no no im not i dont sweat im not sweating!" stephen grabbed her wrists "look at me babe-" billie continued to deny it "LOOK AT ME!!" "WHAT???!!!" "you're sweating" stephen said. billie ripped her arms away and whined till she began to cry on the floor. "we gotta get out of here" "yeah thank you kathrine obvious" willa said to billie sarcastically. the group all looked at willa "what??" emily questioned "i said thank you kathrine obvious" "did she say kathrine obvious" grant asked from behind the pillow he was crying in. "its captain obvious" david said "huh?" willa asked "the expression is thank you captain obvious" billie replied "its not kathrine???" emily looked at willa "NO?" stephen yelled "WHO WOULD KATHRINE BE??" willa leaned forward while whining "KATHRINE CAN BE A CAPTAIN" she began to cry.

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melissa and the boy were talking again as they set melissas "pot" on the table "you spun a beautiful pot" he complimented "you helped me spin it" "later we'll glaze it" melissa smiled "thank you...but i should really be getting back to my friends" "you cant leave now" he looked at her "paul just made tuna tar tar!" "we caught the tuna this morning" "you gotta stay for the tuna tar tar" "have some tuna" they convinced her "okay!" melissa started to eat the tuna

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the group sat at their death bed then david spoke up "its official..... i have achieved maximum hottittude" he groaned "ive never been this thirsty" billie cried. willa answered "for the first time in my life my tongue... isnt moist" grant was at the fish tank with his nose pressed against the glass "these fish mock me" emily stared "how dare they swim around enjoying that filthy water" her voice broke. grant sat up a bit "im gonna drink that filthy water" they told him not to but he yelled "WHAT CHOICE DO I HAVE" stephen bellowed "its his call" grant screamed and dunked his head in the water drinking it. "well" david asked. when he came back up he began to gag. he grabbed emilys bag and vomited into it "THATS MY BAG" she whined. grant took his head from the bag "dont drink the fish water-" he tossed emilys bag onto her lap earning a grossed out sound and a slosh from the bag. "what do we do" willa asked. stephen looked up at her "i dont know..." willa leaned on the couch. david spoke "when i was a little boy my grandma... before she lost her mind she used to say to me... david no matter how bad things get you can make it better by singing a song" emily spoke "thats so stupid" willa began " you dont have to be afraid to put your dreams in action youre never gonna fade youll be the main attraction not a fantasy-" the others joined in " just remember me when it turns out right cause you know that if your living your imagination-" melissa bursted in 'HI EVERYONE!!" the group all got up screaming and hugging her "MELISSA!!!!!!!!!!!" the boys ran to the cooler giving everyone cold drinks "wow you guys really missed me - oh ew billie youre all sweaty-" billie wiped off her arms "never speak of it" she yelled "we were trapped in there" willa yelled "for hours" david chimed in "HOPE YOU HAD A NICE PEE" emily shouted. "trapped why didnt you guys just open the door" stephen took his water bottle from his mouth "cause there is a gigantic rv parked right- in the-" he paused. david exhaled "i guess they left and we didnt even know" stephen gulped his water then spoke "who cares... its over-" grant held colton "i drank fish water- " willa smiled "its alright its only 4:30 and theres a large pacific ocean right over there!" "lets go enjoy that ocean!" grant yelled as the group ran into the beach area.

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a group of men began walking by the rv "hey fat drake" he looked up "wassup" "isnt that your old rv with the bullet proof windows??" "yeah i think it is" "we had some times in there" "....dont talk about it"

should i redo another episode??

#stephen amell #emily bett rickards #billie eilish #willa holland #victorious #remake

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songs-about-girls-like-me · 1 year ago

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chapter 11: school bullies

It was english class and our english teacher, Miss Diana, had quitted cause she thought someone from our class must have stolen her iPad. And it was 2010, a.k.a. "peak of the iPad era". They searched for the iPad for at least a week and then she left. Rumor had it, Mickey had stole it. He was short, not even short for a boy, even shorter, but he also was blond and the type of person to feel better than avergare because of it. He was one of our class bullies despite being so short and I didn't think he had it in him to steal from a teacher but, idk, maybe he did. I remember distinctly this one day at the end of recess when he was saying it wasn't true that Liv's dad was british and he told her that she was a liar, and kept asking why, if her dad lived in England, she lived here. But Liv's dad really is a brit and Olivia never bragged about it, but I think people were always really pressed about how she looked british and had a british last name. No amount of whiteness or blondness would make him british. That one Time I really wanted to punch Mickey but I guessed it was Liv's life, and she would never show reaction to any type of bullying which was also cool. She just said something like "My parents are divorced, idiot" which made her sound so metal. Eitherway, he wouldn't stop talking so we just ignored him until he got tired. Mickey had never bullied me much (I say this cause he would mock every single person in our class from Time to Time), but he had his moments. He had even teased me and Brody a little about liking each other at some point.

Our new english teacher was called Miss Claudia and she was so sloppy and her class was kinda crazy. She was from argentina and it was a bit funny having english class from someone with an argentinian accent. But that wasn't the matter. It was the way she would let us do whatever we wanted to, and the way she would write all the answers to a worksheet on the blackboard before we even had Time to answer, so that we could "grade our own work". Or the way she once got my first name wrong and literally called me "sexy". It was all almost camp (as in Susan Sontag, or Met Gala "camp").

That day we were copying down sentences in our notebooks to then fill in with the correct vocabulary words. I was sitting very close to the teacher's desk, Mickey was in the same team with me. MJ was not sitting with us, but was close cause she had moved her desk all the way next to Miss. Claudia's. Just cause she had wanted to. I didn't ask but I think she had had a fight with her friends again and wanted to be alone. I think she had cried before recess.

Mickey took my pencil out of my hand and started writing with it. I looked him in the eye and gave him a bad look, then grabbed my pencil from him. I knew he didn't have a pencil of his own. He had been borrowing my extra pencil for the last five days at least. I rolled my eyes and started copying from the blackboard again, but he took my pencil again, and this Time it drew a crooked line on my notebook when he snatched it out of my hand.

"Stop that." I got my pencil back and pushed his desk away from mine with enough strength to be a bit violent. I tried to ignore him and continued writing but 30 seconds later he was reaching over me, trying to get to my pencil case. "Hey. I said stop it." I was now almost yelling. I was always careful to not get upset cause I knew people loved it when they got on your nerves, so I always calculated my voice to sound angry or done with their bullshit, but not to sound frustrated. Even if I was.

"Calm down, Rees. Let me borrow your pencil"

"No, I told you to get yourself a stupid pencil." Still, he got my pencil case and took out my extra pencil.

"Stop." I got my pencil back but he took the other one from the desk. "Mickey! Get your own fucking school supplies, for real." I sounded pissed but not upset. But I had yelled that and the whole classroom had heard. Lol and I had cursed out loud in class.

"What did you say??? What is going on with you two?" My teacher had stood up from her desk.

"I- he-" Mickey was laughing and I stood up without even noticing. I talked in a matter of fact tone. "He doesn't have a pencil and has been borrowing mine all week and I don't want to lend him anything anymore." My camp-y teacher looked like she was on my side, even when I had cursed out loud.

"She said "all week", it's monday teacher!" He was laughing. "Come on, don't be stingy, Rees"

"I meant last week"

"She obviously meant last week, Mickey. Why don't you have your own pencil?" She had a comical tone in her voice for the next part: "This is a school! Really!" I was almost laughing now. I loved the "obviously". I loved miss Claudia even if she had called me "sexy" and now my classmates called me sexy, because of her. She was a bit out of it.

"Well, she should-" Mickey stood up now and was getting upset. "Like, why can't she lend me a pencil? She- Really." He wasn't laughing anymore and his tone had frustration in it. I was looking at him, expecting a better comeback just as the rest of my classmates. No one laughed but you could feel in the air how Mickey was now in the laughable position.

"Well go get a pencil to the other classroom or the principals office or something, you can't work without a pencil." Said our teacher.

I sat down and hoped he didn't ask for my stupid school supplies anymore. Or tried getting on my nerves again.

#chapter 11 #chapter eleven #school bullies

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whataperfectwasteoftime · 2 years ago

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Everything

Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!reader

Rating: E (explicit smut, 18+)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Anal sex, anal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), Marcus Goddamn Pike is his own warning.

Summary: Marcus is obsessed with your ass.

A/N: I'm embracing the fact that I'm a one-trick pony. This is per the request of @honestly-shite and @pedropascalsx, who both agree that anal with Marcus Pike just hits different. Alternate titles for this include "She made his day, he made her hole weak" and "Episode IV: A New Hole."

Masterlist

You rise up on your tiptoes to reach the glasses in Marcus’s apartment. Keeping them on the top shelf is no problem for him, but with your smaller frame, you have to really stretch to reach them.

You can tell that the borrowed shirt you're wearing is riding up, showing off the lacy underwear you'd worn to impress your boyfriend.

Without warning, a large, warm palm envelops one cheek and squeezes softly, a whispered Fuck falling past Marcus's lips as he feels the swell of your ass underneath his shirt.

Startled, you let out a squeak of surprise and the glass falls from your hand. Not skipping a beat, Marcus grabs it mid-fall and sets it down roughly on the counter before pressing up behind you. You laugh in shock at his impressive reflexes and he chuckles softly too, burying his face in the crook of your neck and scraping his soft stubble lightly against your skin. Both of his hands come to your hips, caging you against him.

"Can't take you anywhere," Marcus teases. "Dropping my glassware."

"You startled me," you murmur, leaning back against him.

The two of you are still in the honeymoon period of your relationship where you can't seem to get enough of each other, always needing to touch, spending weekends like these wrapped up in each other.

Marcus’s hand migrates back down to the globe of your ass and he makes a soft noise of appreciation. "Can't help it," he mutters, "when you're walking around my kitchen in my clothes like this."

"I know," you retort. "That's why I do it."

"You're a bad girl, aren't you?" He teases. "I like that."

Marcus's fingers start to dig into the flesh ever so slightly, and you hum in amusement. This man is obsessed with your ass. He never says anything, but his hands always gravitate there–when you're standing next to each other like this, or when you're straddling on the couch, when you're on your knees on the bed taking everything he has to give, or even in the afterglow laying beside you, with one finger tracing your curves in reverence.

You want more than caresses and light squeezes. You want his tongue, his fingers, you want him to slowly, carefully push his cock inside of you. You wonder if he ever would.

You already know that Marcus Pike is much dirtier than his sweet personality would have you believe–you've seen it in the way he can utterly ruin you in bed (or any surface he can get you on). His dirty talk is unparalleled–murmuring it in your ear, urging you to take it for me, oh, fuck, baby, take it all.

He's never asked, but you just know by the way his fingers dig in so intimately close to your little puckered hole that he wants to take you there, too.

You start to leave little hints here and there. You buy a bottle of lube and put it on Marcus’s nightstand. You constantly wear thongs, enticing him with the sight of your bare cheeks underneath more borrowed t-shirts when you stay over at his apartment.

You even leave an explicit video up on your iPad for Marcus to find. It's one of your favorites–featuring lots of teasing with a sleek jeweled plug, then fingers, before his cock slowly dips just inside, teasing her with the tip again and again until finally sliding home.

You've never done it yourself, but you can't stop watching it in videos. You can't get the image of Marcus patiently working you open before giving you his cock out of your head.

You "accidentally" leave the iPad at his house over the week. If Marcus finds the video, he doesn't say anything about it, although when he opens the door to you on Friday night, his jaw does seem a little more tense than usual. He's always a model gentleman, treating you nicer than anyone's ever treated you before. He's kind, gentle, sweet, and loving, but part of you longs for those kid gloves to come off, for him to let go and lose himself in his pleasure. To take something for himself.

You know exactly what you want him to take.

After dinner, the two of you cuddle on the couch with the pretense of watching a movie, but you straddle him almost immediately, pressing your core down against his stiffening cock ad you subtly rock your hips.

As always, his hands come up under the skirt you're wearing to grab your ass and squeeze, using his grip to guide the movement of your hips.

"Fuck, you're killing me, baby, you know that?" Marcus says breathlessly as you lean down for a messy, passionate kiss.

His fingers are migrating further and further between your cheeks, spreading you slightly as you rub yourself on his clothed cock. Marcus makes another strained sound.

"You can, you know," you murmur softly against his lips.

"Hnng?" Marcus asks distractedly, gently pressing up to meet you.

"You can fuck me there," you whisper. "I want you to."

Marcus seems to blank out for a moment. He blinks twice, his lips parting as he searches your face as if to clarify the meaning of your words.

"You want me…" he trails off.

"I want you here," you say again, gently moving his hand back the extra inch, under the thong you're wearing, until his fingers are resting lightly against your hole.

"Baby," Marcus murmurs. "Are you–are you being serious?" But even as he asks, one finger pushes against you slightly in a promise of what's to come.

The little whimper that falls from your lips at the light pressure seems to be answer enough. Before you can blink, you're on your back on the couch and the delicious weight of Marcus’s body is pressing against you.

"I didn't know," he's whispering against your lips. "I thought I was going crazy. You keep–fuck–you keep wearing all that fucking lingerie, you–oh, my God, and the lube…" he trails off to suck a little bruise into your neck. "You left that little video up on purpose, didn't you?"

"Yes," you admit with a little gasp at the sting of Marcus's teeth.

"I didn't–" Marcus repeats again. "You seem like such a good girl," he says. "So… innocent and sweet and I didn't want to hurt you," he rambles.

"Can't I be both?" you ask with a coy smile.

"Fuck, yes you can," Marcus growls emphatically. "Yes. My perfect, sweet, naughty girl."

Both of your movements start to turn frantic as the two of you hurriedly begin to undress, kissing desperately in between, hands searching, grabbing, squeezing.

"I've never–" Marcus gasps out. "Ha–have you?"

You shake your head in the negative before he kisses you again.

"I'm gonna make it so good for you," Marcus promises. "Gonna take such good care of you."

You nod and thread your hands through his hair, gripping him softly. You know he will–Marcus always makes you feel good, leaves you a puddle of shaking legs and damp thighs every single time.

Your clothes now removed, Marcus slides his hand up the back of your thigh again, fingers finding your hole and touching much more boldly now, caressing you with purpose.

"Bedroom," he rasps. "Once we start, I'm not gonna be able to stop, so I want to be to where the lube is."

You laugh at Marcus's eagerness and get up from the couch.

"Not funny," he scolds playfully from behind you. "I'm losing my fucking mind, and you're laughing about it."

"I'm sure you'll find a way to get your revenge," you reply lightly as you reach Marcus’s bedroom.

"Oh, I will," he replies darkly. "Gonna fuck this perfect ass so good that all you'll be able to say is my name."

You clench involuntarily at his words. You know it's not posturing, Marcus's dirty talk. It's not empty promises or just his ego speaking. He's a thorough lover, and he'll damn well take away your ability to speak if he has a mind to. He's made you squirt all over the bed, has given you his cock with deep, even strokes until you're panting underneath him, a litany of please, please, please falling from your lips with every devastating thrust.

You scramble onto the bed and lie back on the pillows. Marcus grabs the lube and follows you down, giving you another sweet kiss before moving down your body.

"Gonna make you come while I open you up," Marcus murmurs. "Love seeing you come for me."

He slicks his fingers, then lowers his mouth to your clit, gently lapping at you. You can already tell he's taking his time. He can easily get you there within two minutes if he wants to, but right now he seems content to meander, making you feel incredible before you even start to build to anything.

After a couple of minutes, you feel Marcus's index finger gently start to press inside you as he continues eating you out. He lets out a soft groan of pleasure, seemingly just as overcome as you are at the feel of you gripping just the tip of his finger. He's achingly slow with it, letting you adjust to little shallow thrusts of the first inch or so of his finger before giving you just a little bit more.

"So tight," Marcus murmurs reverently. "Oh, my God, baby, you're so fucking tight."

The instant his finger breeches you, your orgasm starts to build. The dual sensation of his tongue lazily swirling around your clit and his finger in your ass feels more amazing than you'd ever imagined. You gasp and pant on the bed as Marcus’s finger slowly slides to the base.

You let out a whimper when you feel him bottom out, and he whispers a few soothing words. He slowly moves in and out, fucking you gently with one finger to open you up. It only takes a few more thrusts of his finger before you're coming undone around him with a cry of his name.

"Oh, fuck," Marcus answers with a groan. "Oh yeah, that's it."

When you stop shaking around him, you feel the gentle press of a second finger against your entrance. You're loose and pliant from the orgasm, and it slides in more easily than the first.

"Already taking me so well," Marcus praises you softly. "Do you like it?"

As if you didn't just come in less than thirty seconds with a finger in your ass. You know he just wants to hear it, needs to know that you feel good, that he's making you feel good.

"Yes, Marcus," you whisper.

"Good," he says. "I want you to come again."

He curls the two fingers inside of you and lowers his mouth to your clit again. All you can do it whimper and take it as he fucks you open with gentle but insistent thrusts.

You can't explain how the feeling of him inside of you like this is making you come so fast, but in no time at all, you feel the precipice approaching for a second time.

"Marcus," you say brokenly. "Marcus, Marcus, Marcus–"

Just before you fall, Marcus adds a third finger, and the extra fullness makes you cry out loudly as you clench around him.

Marcus swears softly as he feels you clenching around his fingers. Three is a lot, with this man's hands. It borders on overwhelming, but all you want is for him to finally split you open on his cock.

"Please," you start to beg. "Marcus, please."

"Listen to you," Marcus murmurs reverently. "Begging for my cock. I can't believe you're giving me this," he says, shaking his head in disbelief as he slicks his cock generously with lube.

"Want you to have all of me," you admit quietly.

Marcus's face softens, his lips parting, eyebrows turning upwards in awe at your words.

He covers your body with his and gives you a soft kiss. He pulls back and smiles. "Baby," he says softly, "you have all of me, too."

For a few seconds, the two of you just look at each other with twin smiles. Then, Marcus's smile goes crooked with a hint of mischief.

"Turn around," he says, "get on your knees for me."

You obey with your heart in your throat. Despite it all, you're nervous. You know that Marcus would never hurt you, that he's careful and patient and gentle, always cognizant of how you're feeling even when he's lost in his own pleasure. Still, the newness of the act is making your lips tremble slightly as you wait for him to slowly push into your ass.

Marcus’s hand squeezes one cheek again, his thumb lightly pulling you apart and you try not to tremble under the scrutiny, the way you know that he's just looking at you. Finally, you feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against you, and you melt into the bed a little with relief.

Marcus pushes the tip an inch inside before pulling out again, teasing you with his cock. He does it again, then a third time, before you whine his name in impatience.

"Don't think I didn't watch that little video you tried to tease me with," Marcus says behind you. "I'm going to take my time with you," he promises. "I'm going to savor this."

You don't know why you're surprised. Marcus is a vicious tease. You think it's because he wants to hear you beg, wants to know how much you want him. He doesn't need to tease you to hear that, you think. You'll tell him how much you want him every minute of every day.

Marcus teases you with the tip of his cock several more times until your hips start to push back against him, seeking more. Only then does he finally sink into your tight entrance.

It's tight, so much tighter than his fingers, but you're so relaxed that Marcus is able to slide right in. You wouldn't want to do this with anyone else, only him; he's patient and loving and always so focused on making you feel good, and this time is no different. The stretch is overwhelming, but it would be wrong to say that it hurts.

You're vaguely aware that you're whimpering into the pillow, drunk on the taboo feeling of Marcus's cock–large and thick and hot–in your ass. You can hear him murmuring "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," to himself over and over as he slides in. You wonder whether it's just as intense for him.

He takes you with shallow little thrusts as he works his way inside–two inches in, one inch back, two more inches… giving it to you bit by bit until he's deeply seated inside of you and his hips are flush with you.

"So fucking good," Marcus mutters. "Baby, you feel amazing."

You grunt into the bed, incapable of forming words.

"Tell me I can move, baby, please," he demands.

"Y-Yeah," you stammer. "You can move."

Even though Marcus is gentle at first, you can still feel every centimeter of his cock dragging back and forth against your walls, bordering on too much and making your breath come out in sharp pants.

Marcus is still whispering soft curses above you, seemingly overwhelmed by the feel of you, amazed that you're giving this to him, letting him have all of you.

You let out a pathetic little whine at the intense feeling of fullness. Marcus is everywhere, taking over your body. Every inch of you is focused on holding yourself together while he fucks you.

"Are you okay?"

You barely register the soft question behind you, the sound of Marcus checking in, making sure you're okay with this. You nod furiously into the pillow.

"More," you croak.

Marcus lets out a filthy moan at your one-word command. His hand squeezes the meat of your ass as he starts pulling you back onto him, fucking you harder and deeper.

"God, you look incredible like this, all split open for me," Marcus rasps. "Jesus Christ, you look amazing, and you're all for me, aren't you?"

You love it when he gets like this–when he loses himself in you, lets himself get carried away, gets a little more possessive, a little bit more feral than he usually allows himself to be.

"Whose ass is this, pretty girl?" Marcus asks, his voice low and gravelly.

"Yours," you gasp. Oh, yes, you love it when he’s like this.

"What's mine?" he asks, and you can hear the impish smile in his voice. You can’t see his face, but you can picture it clear as day–that crooked, playful smile of his paired with dark, intense eyes. His jaw is probably slightly tensed with the effort of holding himself back, but his expression is fond, teasing.

"Everything," you groan on a heavy exhale.

Marcus sucks in a breath–you get the feeling he hadn’t expected you to say that. “Everything?” he asks, his voice far softer than it had been before.

“Everything. Anything. You can have–” you mumble nonsensically as your fingers clench and unclench around the fistfulls of Marcus’s comforter.

Marcus growls in response, and his hips start snapping into you harder. You lose the ability to speak, moaning wordlessly, open-mouthed into the pillow as you take everything he has to give.

“Good,” he says breathlessly. “Show me, then. Come for me again.” His fingers start to circle your clit again. You can’t imagine what you must look like right now, speared on Marcus’s cock and drooling on the bed, hardly in control of your own body. This is what he reduces you to, what he gives to you every single time, and you love it.

Your third orgasm takes some time–the pure sensory overload of the act making it elusive and difficult to pin down–but Marcus is a patient man, slowing down a little and staving off his own end to give you what you need.

When it finally happens, you sob into the bed. You’re so full, but your cunt is still so empty that it throbs and you’re barely aware of your own body as you convulse around Marcus’s cock. You can feel Marcus’s firm grip holding you steady, ensuring you don’t inadvertently hurt yourself as pleasure overtakes you.

“You’re okay,” you hear Marcus murmur soothingly over the pounding of your heart. “I’ve got you.”

You’re starting to ache; you feel as if you’re unable to take much more before you break entirely, but thankfully Marcus follows close behind, spilling inside you with a litany of perfect, oh, so fucking perfect for me.

You’re still whimpering on the bed when Marcus says, “I’m gonna pull out now, okay?”

At your nod, you feel him leave you–a sensation nearly as overwhelming as the feel of him fucking you, and you gasp again.

“Jesus, honey,” Marcus remarks under his breath. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you breathe. “It’s just a lot. Holy shit.”

You collapse on the bed with a sigh and Marcus follows you down, wrapping you in his arms and holding you tightly against his chest. You cling to his forearm where it lays across your chest and breathe. This is an immutable part of sex with Marcus, you’ve found, as unchangeable as the sun rising. He always cuddles you after, holding you tightly, as if you could slip from him at any moment, although you never would–you need his strong arms around you just as much as he needs to feel you tucked against him. Eventually, he’ll get up, probably get a cloth to clean you up with a soft, content smile. The two of you will probably move to the couch and watch a movie, Marcus’s arm around you, absentmindedly stroking your shoulder. For now, though, the two of you simply bask in the afterglow with that soft and gooey-eyed feeling that only comes with sharing something new and incredibly intimate with someone you love.

“Must have been good, though,” Marcus teases as he nuzzles your cheek. “You came so hard for me.”

You giggle softly. “Three times,” you say.

Marcus chuckles too. “Yeah,” he agrees. “Next time, we’re going for four.”

#marcus pike #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x f!reader #marcus pike fanfiction #the mentalist #the mentalist fanfiction #pedro pascal

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illicitlimerence-writes · 3 years ago

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romeo & juliet | m. schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x vettel!reader word count: 2.4k words request: yes/no, by an anon: "could you do one where you are sebastian vettel’s daughter secretly dating mick schumacher and seb catches them together (with smut if you feel comfortable writing it)" i loved this req so much!!!!!!! prompt: letter u: undying love. from this christmas alphabet prompt list. warnings: there's one teeny tiny smut scene, and two others get pretty suggestive. i will put the smut scene in red. unprotected sex, angst, language. a/n: not me actually finishing this just in time. day twenty-one omg! this req was so fun to write, i love mick and seb with all my heart<3 also, the way i managed to write that "smut" scene with a straight face while at work. i deserve an oscar for that performance.

my masterlist / christmas alphabet masterlist

(i know seb's age and the years don't make sense but let's just ✨pretend✨ it does for the sake of this fic<3)

mick remembered the first time he fell in love like it was yesterday.

he was on a plane with his family, his father's friend and his own family were flying with them since they were headed to the same destination. at the tender age of 12, mick felt his heart beating faster as he looked at the girl with (y/e/c) eyes.

his father called his name, making him snap out of his daydream. his father placed a hand on his shoulders, mick noticed his hands were sweaty as he stood in front of the girl and her father.

"mick, do you remember sebastian?" his father asked, mick looked from his dad, to the other man in front of him, shyly, mick shook his head.

"i'm a friend from work! we've met in the paddock before, do you remember?" the blonde said, and mick furrowed his eyebrows in concentration as he tried to remember him, he noticed the two red bulls on his polo, and his brain made the connection.

"oh yeah! you won the championship last year!" he nodded as the older german smiled, the girl looked up at her father proudly.

"i did, hopefully, i'll win this year as well," sebastian laughed as his daughter held his hand tighter.

"i wouldn't get too ahead of myself if i were you," mick's father laughed, raising his eyebrow.

"come on, it's my time to shine now!" sebastian joked as the two kids laughed as well. "this is my daughter (y/n)," he said as the girl waved her hand, mick did the same, a small smile on his face.

over the plane speakers, the pilot instructed them to sit and buckle their seatbelts. the girl went to sit with her father, but he pointed to the young boy instead.

"go sit with mick, he's a nice kid, i'm sure you'll get along well," he smiled at his daughter, moving a strand of hair away from her face.

"but- i don't know what to talk to him about," she was starting to pout, when the daily alarm told her it was time to play her favorite game at the moment.

"mick! come here, sit with us," sebastian called, and mick looked at his father for permission. michael smiled, nodding, and watched his son sit in front of seb, next to the girl.

sebastian pulled out his ipad, which he let his daughter borrow for a couple hours a day, and they all began taking turns as they played, tossing angry birds over intricately designed structures. soon enough, their laughter filled the plane, and as the kids were too enthralled by the game, they didn't notice sebastian leaving them alone.

"did you kids have fun?" michael snickered as sebastian sat in front of him. the current world champion rolled his eyes as he laughed, looking at the kids over his shoulder.

"do you think they'll get along?" sebastian asked with a small smile on his face, looking at his kid with bright eyes.

"you used the secret weapon, angry birds. of course they'll get along! i'll be surprised if they don't, to be honest. in the future, we might get tired of seeing them together all the time." michael, letting his mind wander as he thought about the two kids growing up together, as friends.

"that'd be nice," sebastian said as michael nodded in agreement. "let's just hope they don't fall in love,"

"harder, please," the girl moaned, grabbing fistfuls of mick's hair and tugging harshly as his hips rutted against her relentlessly.

"fuck, mein liebe. you feel fantastic," mick leaned his head back against the pillow, watching the way her breasts jumped up and down with each movement.

"please, i'm-" she choked on her breath as his fingers toyed with her clit. "fuck, mick," she grunted, feeling his hips halting as he came inside of her, thick white ropes coated her inner walls, triggering her own orgasm. he thrust in a couple more times, hard, pushing his warm release deeper as she fell on top of his chest.

"that was-" mick's chest heaved as he caught his breath.

"incredible." she rolled off of him and threw a leg over his, mick's hand held her knee, soft touches lighting her skin up. "i wish we could stay like this forever," she whispered, as she looked up at him.

"me too." he said as he wrapped an arm around her, kissing the top of her head. "i'm going to miss you over the holidays," she leaned her chin on his chest.

"i know, but my dad insisted we all get together for christmas this year," she sighed, feeling mick's fingers on her leg, her back, her arm.

"do you think maybe it's time to tell him?" he asked, she looked up at him.

"are you sure you want to?" she raised an eyebrow.

"well, i mean... we've been together for what feels like forever, and... i don't know, he is a really great friend of my family... and he's my friend, i don't... it's been so hard, you know? hiding my true feelings for you. i don't like lying to him,"

she held his jaw, directing his face toward her.

"i love you, you know that, and there's nothing that would make me happier than to tell him and not have to hide anymore. but you two work together, you see each other almost on the daily. off the track, you're really great friends, but once the lights go out, you're racing against each other. and i know that there's a mutual respect between you, but i'm afraid of things changing between you," she explained, watching his eyes saddening as he nodded in understanding.

"i've thought about that, too. i just... I feel bad for lying to him. your family means so much to me, i don't know what would happen if one day you're not in my life anymore," he held her tighter against his chest.

"that won't happen. i promise you, no matter what happens, it's us against the world," she grabbed his hand and joined their fingers.

he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers. she held his face with her free hand, the other one still holding his. a few minutes passed as they enjoyed each other's company in silence, too lost in the feeling of soft lips and the faint taste of mint chapstick that they didn't hear the incessant knocking on the front door of her apartment until it was too late.

"(y/n)?" they both froze as they heard sebastian calling her name. they jumped out of the bed, grabbing all of the evidence that there was someone other than her and throwing mick in her closet like she'd done many times as a teenager.

"dad?!" she said as she pulled on the first top she saw, throwing both legs in her pajama bottoms. "hold on, i was in the shower!" she panicked as she pushed mick into her closet.

"this brings back memories," mick whispered, chuckling at the thought. she pecked his lips before shutting the door in his face.

she rushed out of her bedroom, running her hands through her messy hair, she saw her father standing at her entrance.

"dad? what are you doing here?" she asked, embracing her father quickly, eyeing the door to her bedroom.

"i thought you were in the shower, your hair's still dry," seb said, she felt her heartbeat speed up.

"yeah, i was about to get in the shower, until i heard you. what brings you here?" she asked.

"well, i just wanted to know how you were, i tried calling you all day but you wouldn't pick up. what's got you so busy that you can't even look at your phone all day?" he said, raising his eyebrows as if saying 'i know you're hiding something'. her eyes widened as she thought about what who she had been going all day.

"umm, nothing i- i just started a new book!" she said the first thing that came to mind, "and i couldn't put it down. i'm sorry for not picking up, though," she apologized.

"oh yeah? what's it called? i've been trying to find something to read lately," the girl screamed internally, looking frantically around her.

"romeo and juliet," she blurted.

"huh," seb looked at her. "okay. i've already read it so," he shrugged a shoulder. "spoiler: they both die at the end," he laughed.

"dad!" she nudged his arm playfully.

"it's the truth, that's what happens to idiotic kids who don't talk to their parents about the people they love," he shook his head. "anyway, i should go now, i just wanted to check up on you. you're still coming home for christmas, right?"

she wanted to scream, sirens going on in her head as she thought about what to say. she couldn't trust her own voice, so she just nodded.

"good. i'll see you then, take care. love you," he leaned in and hugged her. she wrapped her arms around her dad, holding on tight. "what's that for?" he asked, "is everything alright?"

"yes, yeah, it's just... i was thinking about romeo and juliet," she muttered.

"it's a great play, i'm sure you'll like it."

"if i ever... fall in love with someone you don't approve of, what would happen?" she couldn't help but ask.

"his fate will be just like romeo's," he responded. "i have to go now, i'll see you in a few days. bye, tochter," seb walked away, closing the door behind him, leaving her stunned in her place.

she watched the door, eyes wide as her brain thought if seb had been serious about his threat. as silence fell on her apartment, she heard the door to her closet creak, heavy footsteps on the hardwood floors as mick peeked his head from her bedroom.

"is he gone?" he mouthed, she barely nodded her head. "what's wrong?"

"you're gonna die,"

the night of the 25th, (y/n) had returned to her apartment from her parents' home, she and mick were sitting on her couch, talking about their days through yawns and sleepy tears.

they shared their feelings, talking about how grateful they were for the other, it was like falling in love all over again, with mick's rosy cheeks and her shy smiles, a special shine in their eyes.

she kissed him delicately, like it was the first time. she leaned her head to the side, keeping his face in place with one of her hands, the other on his chest. his fingers met the skin of her waist, pulling her up on his lap. her hips moved back and forth, in circles, slowly. mick leaned his head back, she kissed all over his jawline and his neck, she smiled when he moaned as she found his sweet spot right behind his ear.

her top found a new home on top of a lamp, his sweater fell to the ground, their breathy moans and grunts filled the apartment, the lust clouding their senses.

"verdammt nochmal!" they both jumped at the sudden loud noise. their eyes widened as they saw sebastian standing there, a frown on his face. "what the hell? mick?" he looked between the two, only to slap a hand over his eyes. "get dressed, please." he turned around, straining his ears to hear what they were whispering.

"what is he doing here?" mick

"i don't know! pass me my top!" (y/n)

"i'm gonna die!" mick

"dad... what are you doing here?" she asked in a normal tone, seb peeked through his fingers, throwing her coat their way as he put his hand down.

"you forgot this at home, and your mother told me you were going out with your friends in the morning, so," he shrugged, eyes darting between the young couple. "are we going to ignore what i just witnessed?"

"dad, i swear it's not-"

"i'm in love with your daughter." mick interrupted her, "i think i've loved her since the first time we met on that plane all those years ago. we've been together since we learned what the meaning of love was. i'm sorry for keeping this a secret from you, sebastian, you are my friend, my father's friend, and i appreciate your friendship a lot. but (y/n) and i... it's always been her. she's been with me through thick and thin. we have so many plans for our future, please don't let it end prematurely by not letting us be together."

he said the first words that came to mind, maybe it made little sense, and he certainly forgot a lot of points he wanted to make, but all he could do now was look at sebastian with a determined look o his face.

"you think i didn't know?" sebastian's face broke into a grin.

"what?" she asked, looking at her smiling father.

"how long have you two been together?" he ignored her question.

"since we were fifteen," mick answered, grabbing her hand for support.

"do you remember that day on the plane? your father and i made a bet, to see how long it would take before either one of you caught feelings," sebastian explained, and the young couple felt relieved and interested at the same time. "i guess i won, your father said twenty, i was closer."

"wh-what age did you say?" she asked, intrigued.

"sixteen," he smiled. "is this why you asked me about that romeo and juliet thing?" he asked, his daughter nodded. "yeah, i guess you got the dramatics from me," he sighed. "you need to work on that 'undying love' speech, romeo, it was lacking passion." he pointed to mick, whose mouth opened in a perfect 'o'. "and you," he pointed at his daughter, "were you just going to let him take all the blame?" he shook his head. "i thought i'd raised you better than this, child."

"i am so confused right now," mick said, rubbing two fingers on his temple.

"no one's dying tonight, you can breathe in peace. i'm leaving now. and use protection kids! i'm too young to be a grandfather," he said. as he turned his back to them and began walking to the door.

"no he's not," she said, furrowing his eyebrows.

"that's one strike, child, you do not want to get to three," he yelled as he left her apartment.

the young couple stared dumbfounded at the door, trying to wrap their heads around what had just happened.

"huh," mick breathed. "well, that was that."

"i don't know what to think," she muttered.

"me neither."

the two of them looked at each other, their faces reflecting how they felt on the inside, confused and amused.

"want to pick up where we left off?" he asked.

"fuck yes," she said as she grabbed his face and pressed their lips together. they stumbled all the way to her bedroom, he was sliding her jeans down her legs when her phone started buzzing from her back pocket. grunting, she grabbed it, reading the text before tossing it to the side, pulling him up again.

"what's wrong?"

"dad just texted me," she placed a pillow on her face and screamed into it.

'i know what you're doing. that's strike two,'

"this romeo wants to die," mick groaned.

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goodlucktai · 2 years ago

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all the things that i could live without

rise of the tmnt pairing: don & leo word count: 1349 title borrowed from if i didn’t have you by banners post-movie

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“Hamato Donatello,” Leo said, his even tone riding the line of good humor and sternness both. “How much shell time have you had today?”

Donnie pointedly doesn’t look up from his iPad. Making eye contact in these moments is too risky. Leo can clock a lie with such accuracy that Donnie thinks it must be a secondary mutation or something, because it certainly isn't natural. The only reason any of them get away with anything is because Donnie’s twin is an agent of chaos, more likely to encourage their stupidity than put a kibosh on it.

Shell time, however, is one of Those Things Leo Takes Very Seriously.

“Scoff,” Donnie says. “I’ll take a break in a minute, I want to finish reading this dissertation I found about chronic musculoskeletal pain and physiotherapy. Not all of it can be applied to us, given that it’s written by humans for humans, but—”

“Dude, it’s like four PM.” Leo’s tone has made its choice, leaning away from amused and into firm. Nooo. “You’re not gonna be able to sleep tonight if you don’t stretch out soon.”

“And I will, soon,” Don replies. It’s the pinnacle of absurdity that they’re talking about his stupid spine when Leo is the one recovering from multiple traumatic injuries.

Leo doesn’t think so, because of course he doesn’t. He’s like a dog with a bone. His persistent personality has saved all their shells more than a dozen times but that doesn’t mean Donnie has to like it when it’s aimed against him.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” the slider says with no small amount of showmanship.

Despite himself, Donnie glances up from his tablet. He can feel himself go soft to match his dumb shell, even if it doesn’t show on his face. He loves Leo so much, even when Leo’s being his absolute worst self, and right now Leo is being his best. Warmth unspools like fiber cable in Donnie’s chest, prickly and sparking.

They came so close to losing him. What would they have done without him? It’s frightening to think about. For once in his life, Donnie doesn’t want to know.

He sits back in his chair, ignoring the twinge in his lower back the way he’s ignored it for the past three hours, and says, “What does the hard way look like?”

“You’re gonna hate it.”

“Color me intrigued.”

Leo shrugs and starts to lift himself up. The infirmary bed is raised at an angle, to help Leo breathe and reduce the risk of pneumonia that has kept Don awake at night, but now he’s pushing himself upright all the way, kicking at his blanket with the foot that isn’t casted.

“Oh my god, stop, I hate it,” Donnie blurts, all but flinging his tablet aside in his rush to put an end to this nightmare. “You win, you monster!”

Smugly, Leo says, “I always win. Even when I lose.”

“Oh, you must be feeling better,” Don tells him, easing him back down with gentle hands that don’t match his annoyed tone. “Because once again, you are completely delusional.”

It earns him a chuckle, a wheezing shade of what should have been a loud, lively thing, but it feels like a victory anyway. Don will take it. He won’t let it go.

Leo pats the bed beside him. Donnie sighs performatively, but he’s turtle enough to admit when he’s been outplayed.

The battle shell disengages with a hiss of hydraulics and he sets it aside. It’s such an immediate relief to work out his shoulders, and twist his fragile spine, that he maybe should have taken it off earlier, after all.

“Bring your tablet over here,” Leo says. “I wanna watch that baking show where no one knows what they’re doing.”

Donnie settles in beside him, and he doesn’t outwardly fuss the way Raph and Mikey and Casey all do, but he’s very, very careful behind the casual manner. His brother’s body was so broken, almost beyond repair. He has months of recovery left, and as the team medic, Leo knows that.

But he did what he did for the sake of his family and now he just wants to be close to them. He doesn’t want to be shut away in the infirmary and tiptoed around and hugged so gingerly that the mean voice in his brain is able to convince him that the space and distance and reluctant touches are because he did something wrong.

That mean inner voice that Leo sometimes listens to is as much his siblings’ sworn enemy as the Shredder ever was.

So, after a clan meeting taken when Leo was finally, fitfully asleep, and one educational screening of Patch Adams that made Casey and Raph both cry, they decided to forgo all the values of traditional medicine and give Leo what he needed instead.

They’re hardier than baseline humans are, and if the Krang couldn’t kill Leo in its own dimension than it’s likely nothing can, and these are the arguments Leo makes to be allowed out of bed.

It’s all a moot point. As soon as he lifts his hands toward Raph, Raph is already stooping to pick him up, no matter what side of the argument he’d been on a second ago.

Leo gets carried around so much he hasn’t even used the ethically-sourced wheelchair April dragged to the lair for him. There are so many people willing to hold him at all hours of the day and night that mobility is the least of his issues, even with all his broken bones.

They have to keep an eye on him. Sometimes Leo actually is too sore or too tired to do much of anything. Right now, there’s a rattle in his lungs that Donnie doesn’t like, so he’s stuck in bed for real. But that doesn’t mean they can’t keep him company anyway. And it’s not like they don’t want to be near him.

His infirmary bed is parked in the lab for now, but Mikey has made more than one passive-aggressive remark about brother-hoggers since lunch, so it’s likely they’ll end up having a sleepover in the living room again tonight.

It’s hard for Don sometimes, being in the middle of a group. It’s easy to feel smothered. His skin starts to itch if he can’t slip away. Sometimes a hug makes him want to slide into his shell the way Mikey hides in his when he gets spooked, even though it’s a biological impossibility for his species.

But it’s not hard all the time. There are some days when it’s the easiest thing in the world.

So Donnie is very careful, but it’s the work of seconds to get settled, because he’s done this about a billion times by now. He’s on Leo’s good side, so Leo can shuffle in as close as he wants, and he brings up the first season of Nailed It! on his iPad even though he knows Leo isn’t going to last a single episode.

Sure enough, in a manner of minutes, his brother’s head on his shoulder becomes a heavy weight and Leo’s breathing evens out in his sleep.

Donnie lets the rest of the episode play even though he could switch back to his dissertation now. The lights in the lab dimmed automatically when Leo started to doze off, and Donnie is too comfortable to bring them back up again.

He tips to the side until his cheek comes to rest on the top of his striped brother’s bruised head and when he exhales all the tension he’s been carrying around all day blows out of him.

Belatedly, Don realizes that he’s been conned into taking a nap.

“Ugh, Nardo, you are good,” he mutters, with grudging admiration.

Maybe there’s a different version of himself out there who really lost his best friend and better half. Maybe in some other timeline, they didn’t save Leo, and they had to make sense of a world without him.

Donnie thinks he feels sorry for that world, because there’s absolutely no way the Donatello who lives there hasn’t already torn it to pieces to get his brother back.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rottmnt movie #hamato donatello #hamato leonardo #disaster twins #my writing #tmnt fic

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queenshelby · 3 years ago

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My Friend’s Father (Part Ten)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap, Smut, Domestic Violence, Angst

Words: 2,300

Please comment and interact...it's what keeps this blog going

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After your father stormed out you grabbed your stuff from the table and walked to your room. You were still shocked and somewhat perplexed about what happened and how he reacted and, whilst he had always had problems with his temper, this was more than you could handle.

You weren’t sure what to do but, in the middle of mid semester exams, you couldn’t cope with the stress and anger and started crying again while you walked around your room like a headless chicken.

Just as you did, your phone rang and when you saw that it was Denise who was calling, you picked up the phone.

Denise had just landed in Manchester and had realised that she had forgotten to call you following your exam yesterday. After she apologised, she asked what was wrong as it was obvious to her that you had been crying and, of course, you told her about the incident with your father.

She felt terrible for you and began to worry but, being you, you told her not to worry. You had it covered. You’ve been looking after yourself for a while after what your sister endured and, as she knew, you were working towards moving out which, being a student with only twenty hours of work and expenses, wasn’t exactly easy.

Nonetheless, Denise told you to keep her posted and let her know if she can help and, whilst she had offered to lend you money before, you never accepted and you knew that this wouldn’t change now.

***

Later that day, just when you thought matters had calmed down, your father had yet another one of his moods and suggested that you come to church with him the following day. He wanted you to join the local youth group but, since you didn’t believe yourself, you had no interest in it.

‘I am working and I am studying full time. I don’t have time dad’ you explained to him and, whilst you were happy to volunteer at the local church on occasion and participate in their fundraising events, the bible group he was referring to didn’t appeal you.

‘Obviously you have time for other things, things you should be ashamed off Y/N’ he said with a raised voice and, when your phone rang, you couldn’t help but walk away from the conversation with your father who, clearly, had built up his anger again and the last thing you needed was a matching bruise across your other cheek.

***

You went into your room quickly and picked up the phone.

‘Hey’ you said in a somewhat more happy voice when you realised that it was Cillian who was calling you.

‘Are you alright Y/N?’ he asked almost immediately with great concern in his voice before telling you that Denise had told him about the incident with your father.

‘I am fine Cillian. It’s nothing, just a bruise’ you explained, brushing it over.

‘Y/N, this is not nothing. He can’t just fucking hit you’ Cillian said and you could hear the anger in his voice.

‘Cillian, I am fine. You need to calm down please’ you said as you could hear the rage in his voice.

‘Fuck’ Cillian growled before taking in a deep breath. ‘Why didn’t you call me?’ he then asked worryingly and you knew that you probably should have made contact with him before you spoke to Denise about it.

‘You were filming and I didn’t want you to worry’ you explained.

‘This is not how this works Y/N, you can call me any time, alright? And, if something like this happens again, call my assistant if I am on set. I worry, alright...’ Cillian said in a calm and reassuring voice and, just as he did, you began to break out in tears yet again.

‘Y/N, listen please…you need to pack your stuff and get out of there before this happens again’ he then said in an equally calm voice after he comforted you the best he could.

‘Cillian, I can’t just pack up and leave’ you said.

‘Yes, you can. I told you, you can go to my place’ Cillian suggested.

‘I am not going to do that. I can look after myself Cillian and you really don’t need to worry. I am a grown woman and just because you are older than me doesn’t mean that I need you to look after me. It’s like Denise offering to lend me money. I can’t accept that and I won’t’ you said, still somewhat teary.

‘I know you are independent but that doesn’t mean that you can’t accept help in a situation like this and your friends offering you money is a little different to me offering you a place to stay for now, don’t you think?’ Cillian said, still calm but a little bit more demanding.

‘Not really’ you said, really not wanting to take his help as you felt that you would appear weak and dependant on him.

‘Fuck, you are stubborn, you know that?’ Cillian then huffed out, his voice filled with concern rather than anger.

‘Please, for my sake, so that I can sleep at night, go and stay at my apartment. I am worried about you and I know that this isn’t the first time he did that’ Cillian then said and you had no idea what he was talking about.

‘What do you mean it’s not the first time?’ you asked.

‘It doesn’t matter, just please…you are in the middle of exams and I am worried and don’t want you to get hurt…please’ Cillian pleaded with you.

‘If you don’t get out of there, I will get onto the next plane and pick you up myself and, God forbid, your father is in my way when I do’ Cillian said as anger was building in his voice again.

When Cillian finished what he was saying, you took in a deep breath and chuckled.

‘What?’ Cillian asked in response.

‘Nothing. I just like how protective you are over me. I am not used to someone caring’ you admitted, causing Cillian to chuckle himself.

‘I like you Y/N, so of course I care’ Cillian said.

‘Thank you Cillian’ you said before accepting his offer reluctantly. ‘Just text me where and when I can pick up the key to your apartment’ you then said quietly.

‘I will text you, now go pack your stuff. There are some spare toiletries in the bathroom next to the kitchen, just take whatever you need, alright?’ Cillian said before telling you that he missed you.

‘I miss you too’ you said before saying goodbye. You didn’t really want to ruin his evening with Denise.

****

Two hours later, you left your house without saying a word, but texted your mother that you would be staying with a friend for a while after you got into your car.

Within ten minutes, you arrived at Cillian’s apartment, which is where his housekeeper met you and handed you the keys before showing you how everything worked,.

The electricity, lightening, stereo and heaters were all controlled via some sort of device which looked an iPad and she handed you a note with the pin for the alarm system.

After she had left, you walked around the apartment and felt somewhat strange about being there without Cillian. You hadn’t really been seeing each other for a long time but yet he entrusted you with the keys to his apartment.

“I am here now. What room did you want me to use? Xx” you texted him after you had a quick wander around and it didn’t take long for Cillian to respond.

“Is that a trick question? Because you know that you can sleep in my bed, right?” Cillian then texted back without hesitation.

“Can I borrow some of your clothes too?” you then asked cheekily.

“Not sure if my clothes fit you, but sure, knock yourself out” Cillian texted back before suggesting that you should have a glass of wine and a warn bath so that you could relax.

“I just might. Want me to send you a picture when I am in the tub?” you responded and all you received from Cillian in response was an emoji that smirked, making you laugh. Not only does this emoji look ridiculous but also did he never send you an emoji before whilst you, on the other the hand, used them frequently.

***

After you had a nice long and relaxing bath, you returned to the living room, completely naked. You didn’t bother to wear any clothes since, for the first time in a long time, you were all on your own.

Walking around naked felt natural to you and, after you found yourself an interesting novel on Cillian’s bookshelf, you lied down on his bed with it and a glass of red wine by your site.

“Feels weird lying in your bed without you. What are you doing?” you texted before you stretched out across the large king-sized bed and opened the book.

“Watching a movie, although I am curious now about what you are doing on my bed. It’s too early to go to sleep” Cillian texted back and, just as he did, Denise glanced over towards him and asked him whether the movie they were watching bored him. Just as Cillian told her that he had seen the movie before, he received yet another text message from you.

“Just settled down with a book” you responded and Cillian was quick to pick up his phone again and text back, much to the amusement of his daughter.

“What book?” Cillian texted back just before Denise asked him whether he was texting with Laura Jennings after she observed that he had been on his phone pretty much all evening, texting back and forward with someone like a teenager.

‘No, we ended it. I am just texting with a friend’ Cillian said in response to Denise’s comment.

‘A female friend by any chance?’ Denise asked as she saw the cheeky smirk on her father’s face.

‘Just a friend’ he then responded to Denise as he placed his phone back on the table, shortly after which he received yet another message.

This time, unfortunately, the message didn’t contain any text but a picture instead.

‘I think your friend just sent you a nude and, clearly, your friend is a woman…a woman who must like you if she is sending you pictures like this’ Denise then laughed out loud as she saw the preview of the text from a distance popping up on his phone.

Cillian quickly reached for it, cheeks blushing red as he hoped that she wouldn’t recognise that it was you on the picture after he went through the trouble to change your name on his contact list a few days ago to your initials only.

Luckily, when Cillian opened the message after standing up and walking away from the lounge room, he realised that the picture didn’t show your face.

In fact, it showed nothing more than your naked stomach and legs while your core was covered (barely) by the book he had been asking about.

Whilst it shocked him, Cillian decided not to tell you about the fact that Denise had seen your picture in preview on his phone. He thought that, at least this way, you would send him some more.

“Nice choice…now can I get a picture without the book?” he asked cheekily and, of course, you didn’t deny him and responded with yet another more graphic picture.

Just as the phone buzzed again, Denise yelled out from the living room of Cillian’s Manchester apartment.

‘Stop sexting dad and explain this movie to us. We are lost’ she joked and Cillian couldn’t help but roll his eyes when he returned to the living room.

Cillian was quick to change the topic as he was somewhat embarrassed following Denise’s comment and, just before he returned to the living room, he texted you to inform you that he would be in touch in an hour or so.

Of course, you knew that he was spending time with Denise and didn’t mind and, instead of pondering on about the fact that Amalie was around him, you indulged in your book while you waited for Cillian to text you back.

***

Half an hour later, after the movie was well and truly finished, Cillian excused himself in order to have a shower while Denise had already passed out on the guest bed.

She was tired after travelling since, as usual, she had to take motion sickness medication before getting onto the plane.

Amalie, on the other hand, was not tired at all and decided that it was now or never in order for her to make her move on Cillian.

‘Cillian, uhm…could you give me a hand with this please, I don’t want to wake Denise’ she said as she tried to fiddle around with the zipper of her black fabric top.

‘Sure, I can try’ Cillian said, not thinking anything about it while Amalie turned around and lifted up her long blonde hair.

‘There you go’ Cillian said somewhat uncomfortably as he unzipped the back of her shirt and noticed that she didn’t wear a bra beneath it.

As soon as her shirt came undone, she turned around and, without bothering to cover her breasts, she placed her hands on to Cillian’s chest and thanked him.

‘Amalie, you might want to put on a t-shirt or something’ Cillian said as his cheeks turned red and, just as he did, Amalie leaned forward and pressed her lips onto his.

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jaewin97 · 3 years ago

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I can't cuddle with him...

you're the 8th member of SuperM and Taeyong's sleeping buddy when he gets scared on tour.

warnings: none

soft, platonic relationship (?)

You sighed as you made your way out of the bathroom. The steam from your shower invaded your shared hotel room, making your roommate and group member look up at you.

"Tired?" Ten asked from his bed. He was already dressed in his pajamas as he drew on his iPad and adjusted his glasses that were slipping down his nose.

"Kind of. I'm tired but not sleepy yet" you chuckled as you made your way to your bed.

"Same. My body just wants to rest I guess" he chuckled.

"Yeah" you exhaled as you laid on your bed and felt the tension slowly ease off your muscles.

"Oh, your phone was beeping. I think you have messages or something" Ten informed you as he adjusted himself in bed.

You hummed as you reached over to your night side table where your phone was charging. Sure enough, as you unhooked it from its charger and brought it up close to your face you saw you had some notifications for unread text messages.

You unlocked your phone and opened up the first message you saw. It was Haechan telling you that you did great and to rest well, followed by heart emojis and a message telling you he can't wait until you're back and it pained him to admit it but he missed you. You chuckled as you quickly took a selfie in bed and sent him it, informing him that you were resting and that you missed him too.

After you sent it you received a new message, but this time it was from Taeyong.

'Come to my room when you're free'

Despite your body telling you to stay in bed and relax you did the opposite and begrudgingly stood up. Ten looked up at you, raising an eyebrow.

"Taeyong wants me to go to his room quickly, I'll be back." you told him as you placed your phone in the pocket of your 'borrowed' hoodie you were wearing.

During the beginning of the tour you and the boys went out the first night to celebrate with the staff, and it got cold at night and you forgot to bring a jacket so Lucas gave you his hoodie claiming he was too hot and you simply never gave it back. He's seen you wearing it after that day but hasn't mentioned anything, just simply has a huge smile on his face and gets super cuddly with you.

"Okay, text me if he wants you to stay that way I won't be worried" Ten said softly as you nodded and made your way out of your shared room.

All the members were supposed to have their own rooms but there was an incident a couple weeks after you first started the tour where some fans found your room and were knocking and trying to get pictures of you. Luckily you were with Baekhyun, Kai and Taemin watching a movie when this happened and security caught the five girls and escorted them out. Since then the guys take turns rooming with you, but most of the time Ten stays with you since he claims you're his baby and he feels safer and calmer knowing he's with you.

Your phone binged again as you closed your room door behind you. You pulled it out to see another message from Taeyong letting you know that he saw you read his message and was asking if you were ignoring him followed by sad faces.

You giggled as you responded with an 'on my way'. He quickly responded with his room number and a happy face emoji followed by a thumbs up. You made your way down the hall in search of his room number, 747. It was located 10 doors down from yours. You reached out to softly knock on the door and slightly jumped as it was pulled open, revealing Taeyong in his bunny printed pajamas.

"Finally, you took forever" he pouted as he grabbed your hand and pulled you in his room, softly closing the door behind him.

"Sorry, I was showering and doing my night routine" you laughed as you two made your way over to his bed.

Taeyong hummed as he stopped at the foot of his bed and let go of your hand. He then made his way on it and laid down on the right side. You curiously watched him get under the covers and settle himself before facing you.

He playfully rolled his eyes as he pulled the covers up on the left side and patted it, eyeing you as you slowly realized what he wanted you to do.

"You could have told me you wanted me to sleep with you" you mumbled shyly as you slipped off your slippers and climbed into the spot he wanted you in.

"I thought it was obvious, you know I get scared" he pouted as you settled yourself next to him. He waited for you to stop squirming before he threw his arm around you.

You giggled as you nodded. It wasn't rare for you to sleep with him when you were on tour.

"We should just room together then" you stated as he pulled you closer to him.

"Ten literally wants to fight me anytime I even think about saying it. He hogs you too much"

After hearing Ten's name you patted yourself looking for your phone before you pulled it out making Taeyong whine as you tossed his arm off of you in the process.

"Sorry, just gonna let Ten know I'm staying with you"

You quickly typed up the message and hit send. Almost immediately you got a reply from him, earning a giggle from you as you read it.

"What did he say?" Taeyong mumbled as he quickly sat up and turned over to his bedside table to turn off his light. He turned back and got comfortable again, this time throwing his arm around you but making sure he held onto you tightly.

"He said 'You're such a traitor. What happens if someone kidnaps me? JK goodnight I love you' and then sent me a middle finger emoji with a heart"

Taeyong giggled as he snuggled up to you and breathed in your peach scented shampoo that he loved. You sent Ten a goodnight message with a kiss face emoji and turned off your phone, quickly placing it under your pillow.

"Ten needs to share"

"I'm not a toy!" you playfully gasped as you felt him chuckle.

"You basically are my little teddy bear" he joked.

"You guys are so mean, maybe next time you want me to sleep with you I'll tell Mark to come instead"

Taeyong threw his leg over you as he pulled you even closer to him.

"No, I can't cuddle with him like I do with you" he pouted as you turned to face him, struggling in the process due to him caging you in with his body.

"I'm always used in this group" you playfully sighed as you sneaked a hand towards his hair and began to softly run your fingers through it. Taeyong let out a contented sigh as he all but melted right then and there.

"Thanks for coming" he mumbled as he softly closed his eyes.

"Don't mention it. Get some rest" you whispered as you felt him smile and nod. Within a few minutes you felt his breathing slow down and soft snores escape him, you soon joined Taeyong and allowed sleep to finally overcome you.

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rapidcow · 2 years ago

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A very Isaac Christmas

Yes, I am surprised that I managed to sit down for almost 6 hours straight just to draw... whatever this is. And yeah, it’s probably not the best comic idea, but if I had to wait for that day I actually make a good comic... I might as well give up on art entirely, which I clearly don’t want to so I’m going to continue to pollute the online art community with my terrible stick figures :>

Drew this on iPad with Notes: yes, the last app you’d expect a sane person to draw anything competent on. That is somehow the only app I feel comfortable start drawing in (and although not being able to zoom in and export properly is mildly annoying sometimes, letting perfectionism get to me would be even more annoying)

To explain what I drew in case it isn’t blatantly obvious, first off, everyone is friends here, NOT, IN, A RELATIONSHIP OR SOME WEIRD SH—you get the point. And everything else is just my overly personal interpretation of these TBOI characters: Judas is the most aloof among all in the friend group and Cain admires him because Judas looks really cool and scary with his Book of Belial (I think so too!) And so he wonders very very often how Judas would look if he smiled one day......

So on Christmas Eve he snuck into Isaac’s bedroom and “borrowed” the D6 from him, kept rerolling, refilling the charges, and rerolling again all night long until he finally got Mom’s Knife (a really good quality 4 item I suck at using :c) And when the morning of Christmas came Cain handed Judas his Knife, and that... would be the start of this comic. (Yay headcanon gang... I really wish Isaac finds more of these wholesome moments in his imaginations as much as I do mine :,)

(And don’t ask me why Isaac’s D6 was just conveniently next to Cain lol... need it for the plot okay I DON’T FRICKING KNOW WHY EITHER OKAY I’m very demotivated when it comes to self-expression with art and stuff T_T)

(I could’ve drawn more characters like Azazel & Maggy & Eve & ... like in fact I wanted to draw something like this drawing by Sunomii, but do you really think I was capable of that? Probably not, as you might have already figured.)

Merry Christmas and happy holidays everyone!

#binding of isaac #comic #im sorry for making judas so tsundere ono

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todoroki-waifu · 4 years ago

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Atsumu x F! Reader

Scenario: When you try to subtly confess to Atsumu.

Word Count: 1,970

Genre: Fluff and humor.

Warnings: Cursing, female reader, and some OOC-ness (maybe?). My first time writing for Atsumu and the rest of the Inarizaki team.

————

“I get that she’s the most beautiful here, but we are here to check out the art, too.” Atsumu jumps slightly at a voice and hand on his shoulder.

“‘Samu!"

"Could you be any more obvious?"

"I-I wasn’t doing anything!” Atsumu huffs, a blush attacking his face as he shakes off his brother’s hand.

“Why don’t you ask her out already before someone else does?"

"I’m working on it!"

"Hey, who’s that with __(y/n)?” Suna chimes into their conversation, nodding to where you had been standing and admiring a portrait. The two see a man conversing with you, both of you very engaged in whatever topic that was being discussed. He brought out a small electronic device, looking a bit nervous as he showed you the screen.

“He’s probably going to ask for her number.” Osamu replies indifferently, but did a quick glance at his sibling.

“What?!” Atsumu immediately leaves the group.

“Wait, but doesn’t that guy-” Aran questions, but Kita cuts him off while the others hold in their chuckles.

“Let him figure it out."

——-

"So if you put your-” While you were listening to the young man who approached you, a familiar face made himself known.

“Hey, buddy, is there a problem over here?” Atsumu suddenly inserts himself in between you and the stranger. He stands tall, looming over the shorter male.

“N-no, there is no problem.”

“Atsumu-kun, he was just-” You placed a hand on his arm and tried to explain the situation.

“Don’t worry, __(y/n)-chan. I got this.” Atsumu gently pushes you behind him to hide you.

“Was there something you needed from her?” He continues.

“No, si-sir. I-I was only trying to-”

“Well, if you ain’t got any business with her, I suggest you beat it.” The blonde twin glares at the male hiding behind his black device. He smirks victoriously, watching the scared stranger run away. He turns around to find you with your arms crossed and an incredulous look.

“Why were you so mean to him?”

“Mean? What do you mean? Wasn’t he trying to hit on you?”

“What? No! He works here! He’s a staff member."

"But didn’t he have his phone out to get your number?”

“Get my..-you mean his Ipad? He wasn’t trying to get my number, he was asking for my email so he could send a survey for us to fill out on how satisfied we were with the staff and the place."

Atsumu had no answer, processing what he did to the innocent and diligent worker and to you. You must think he’s a crazy idiot for sure.

"As funny and adorable that was, you’re coming with me to apologize.” You grabbed his hand, dragging Atsumu to find the man who he wrongly yelled at.

“Yes..” He pouts, but obeys. You’re zipping through the crowd until you finally spot your target.

“He’s with someone else, but we’re waiting until he’s finished and I’m not letting go until you do."

"I-I wasn’t gonna run away.” His cheeks heat up at your clasped hands, avoiding your gaze.

“Just in case.” You continued to look forward, __(e/c) eyes too shy to meet his brown ones.

“Thank you though,” You break the short pause, “I know it was a misunderstanding, but it’s nice to know that someone has my back.”

Atsumu directs his head to you, but is unable to see your face since it’s turned away with your finger busying itself with a strand of your hair.

“Of course. Always.” Your heart skips at his soft reply. You feel a gentle squeeze on your hand and respond similarly, fighting back the smile that was eager to present itself.

“Oh look! He’s done. Let’s go.” You gently pull him towards the staff worker once he has finished speaking to the other customers. You’re about to release his hand, but Atsumu keeps a tight grip. Probably he’s nervous about admitting to his mistake, you assume.

So you hold his hand just as tight, figuring he needs the support. You knew how much of a big baby he was.

But really, Atsumu was using this as an excuse to hold you just a bit longer. His fingers felt right in between yours.

——-

You managed to take some great pictures wherever it was allowed, but the artwork that forbade photos, you captured in your memory. After touring around the entire museum, you and the boys were starting to feel hungry, so everyone agreed to eat at the nearest restaurant.

You saw a few people scattered outside and you volunteered to ask the host how long the wait would be. Osamu steps behind his brother and lightly taps the back of his knees with his.

“Remember, that guy works here."

"Shut up, 'samu! I know that.” Atsumu huffs, red cheeks puffing out slightly as his friends laugh loudly. They stop as soon as you near them, telling the boys that there was a table open that could accommodate your party.

You sat in between the Miya twins which made you both nervous and happy. Your crush on Atsumu was getting worse every day yet you didn’t hate the feeling. You distracted yourself by looking through the menu, all of you deciding to share a couple appetizers before choosing your individual meals.

“What are you getting, __(y/n)-chan?” Atsumu asks, brown eyes looking at you as he lowers his menu.

“Hmmmm, I’m not sure yet. I’m caught between number 8 and 9.” You point to the items on the main course list.

“Oh! I was going to get the number 8. How about I get 8 and you get the 9 and we can just share? That way, we can get a taste of both. I’m curious about number 9 also.”

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?"

"Yea, of course I wouldn’t mind!” He grins, folding the menu before placing it on the table. You copy him and wait for the server to collect your orders.

You then bring out your phone, taking pictures of the boys and the restaurant’s interesting decor. Despite your school’s motto, you liked to keep the memories.

“Ne, Atsumu-kun, mind if I borrow your phone? Your camera is better than mine.” Your cell phone was a few years old, but Atsumu just replaced his and you were waiting to upgrade yours. Part of you was glad that you hadn't yet because you were going to use this opportunity to see how he feels about you.

“Sure. Here ya go.” He hands you his phone.

“Thanks!” You start taking pictures of yourself, really impressed with the photo quality.

“Take a selfie with me.” You change the camera view as you hold out your hand in front of you and Atsumu.

“You’re so far! Get close to me like you actually like me.” You say jokingly as you hear a few, muffled snickers around the table. Atsumu stutters a response, but you interrupt him when you start counting from three.

“Ready? Smile!” You take a few shots before looking at each one closely.

“Yeck, I’m deleting that one. I look gross in there.” You weren’t satisfied with how you smiled and your eyes looked like they were in mid blink.

“What? Don’t say that. You’re gorgeous!” Atsumu looks up at you after he watches you remove one of the many pictures. You blush at his statement, dodging his stare.

“Oh, ummm. ..t-thank you."

"You don’t gotta thank me. It’s the truth.” Atsumu murmurs, but it’s coherent enough where you could understand him.

“Get ready with your orders. The waiter is coming.” Kita sees the server walking towards your table. You went first and while everyone else was focused on the waiter, you quickly dragged your finger around on the phone screen. You immediately closed what you were doing and handed Atsumu back his phone.

Your heart was beating fast, but you kept a calm smile on your face as you casually made conversation with the volleyball team. None of the guys knew about your crush, afraid that they would make fun of you. Not that you believed they would, but you weren’t comfortable telling anyone yet.

Except for today.

You finally were going to tell one person about your crush and that person was Atsumu. You planned everything out for a while, thinking of every possible situation that could happen and how you would approach it. You were surprised at how smoothly your idea was going, but that made you even more uneasy.

But you already made your move and hoped that he would notice the little message in his phone.

———

Dinner was both fun yet stressful. Every time Atsumu would check his phone, your heart would jump at the thought of him seeing what you put. But he made no reaction so you assumed he had yet to see it.

And you were fine with that. You’d prefer if he read it at home instead of in a public place.

Everyone went their separate ways after the restaurant except you and the Miya twins. Your house wasn’t too far from theirs so they walked most of the way with you. Once you were close enough, you waved goodbye to the brothers.

“Bye! See you soon! And don’t forget to send me those pictures later, okay, Atsumu-kun?"

"Yeah, I will! Bye, __(y/n)-chan!” Atsumu waved back before turning away with Osamu.

——–

Unfortunately, he never sent those pictures. He must have forgotten, but with how many days has passed, you believed he probably felt awkward with the little note you put.

If he saw it. He never acted any differently when you saw him at school.

Maybe he never did see it? But you were too afraid to ask so you were just going to live quietly with your heartache.

——-

“Oh, shoot! I forgot to send those pics to __(y/n)-chan!” Atsumu says loudly while he and Osamu walk home from practice.

“You haven’t sent them yet? It’s been a week.” Osamu shakes his head.

“I forgot! I was too busy thinking of a way to tell her I like her. I gotta make sure it’s perfect.” The setter takes out his phone and taps on the photo album icon. As he selects and scrolls through the photos, his eyes become rounded at one particular image.

It was a selfie of you and him, sitting close, cheek to cheek as you both smile happily. What made him pause was the heart drawn over the two of you with the words ’yes or no?’ written at the bottom.

“Ahh! ’s-samu! Look, look!” He shows his phone to his brother. “I think __(y/n)-chan likes me back! She put this on our picture!”

As soon as Osamu sees what’s on the screen, his eyes also widen slightly then suddenly smacks his brother at the back of his head. “Dumbass! That photo has been sitting there for that long already?”

“I told you already, I forgot! And she never said anything! Other than to send the pictures after we ate- Oh my God, 'samu, I really am a dumbass!” Realization hit Atsumu harder than his brother’s slap.

“I knew that a long time ago. Now, why are you still here talking to me? Shouldn’t you be talking to __(y/n) instead?"

"You’re right! I gotta text her!” Atsumu’s hands were working fast in trying to find your text message conversation. Before Osamu could even make a snide comment, Atsumu becomes aware of a better alternative to communicate with you.

———

On your way home, you received multiple texts from Atsumu, all saying the same thing.

Yes!

Yes!!

Yes!

Yes!!!!

’The hell? Yes to what?’ Right when you were about to reply, you saw an incoming call from the setter who made your heart skip a beat daily.

“Hello?” You answer.

“Yes! __(y/n), yes! I want to be your boyfriend!”

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