#heather: you used to shove him into lockers

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Upstream - Remastered - Pt. I

Reposting one of my favorites here, featuring the work of Bubblybuns, who you can find on JFF. Lots of magical regression, omo, wet and messy accidents, and diapers ahead!

Seems like this chapter specifically got throttled, so gonna try sans pics. All characters are over 18. All readers should be as well! ****

Chapter One: Troublemaker

It was the first day of senior year, and Vanessa was busy staring at herself in her bedroom mirror, struggling not to feel a certain sense of awe. 

The girl had nothing to compensate for - she was a fine student and a gifted athlete from a relatively stable home. Had it not been for her looks, she would have had no trouble pursuing an honest path. But that wasn’t something she had to worry about. 

Instead, she spent her free time gossiping, plotting, and taking selfies, intoxicated by the rush that popularity gave her. There was just something about seeing boys lose themselves at the sight of her, about girls bending over backwards for the privilege of being called her friend. And this year, now that she was eighteen and on top of the high school hierarchy, she would settle for no less than the title of queen. But of course, she knew she wouldn’t reach such heights from the comfort of her bed, so she fixed her hair and went on her way. 

Minutes later, she was at the grand double doors of her school’s entrance, arriving perfectly in sync with her two closest partners in crime. On her right came tall, red-headed Cassie, who always had the best gossip to tell. On her left came buxom Amber, the obligatory blonde of their clique, who prided herself as Vanessa’s enforcer. Marching in lock-step, they made their way in, and started down the hallway towards their lockers. 

“Senior year,” Amber said, half-celebrating, “we gonna run this place, V?”

“You know it,” Vanessa replied, without turning her head, “who’s gonna try and stop us?”

“Well, you know Heather,” Cassie chimed in, “who tried to spread those rumors about you last year?” 

“That bitch?” Vanessa was unamused. “Yeah, what’s she up to now?” 

“Well, word is she got together with Jack Kilmer over the summer.”

“What? How’d that happen?” Amber asked, shocked, while casually shoving a wayward freshman out of their path and onto the floor. 

“Who knows?” Cassie shrugged, “probably knew each other through family. But… I thought it might be a good opportunity to send a message.”

Vanessa was already laughing. “Oooh, love it. Jack’s been drooling over me since middle school. He’s on the swim team, too, so I know where to find him - thinking I’ll go pay him a visit Tuesday. Heather’s in band, right?” 

“Yep,” Cassie confirmed, “I think she plays- “

“Excuse me!?” Vanessa’s smile vanished instantly as the clique stopped at once in the hallway. Seated in front of them, in front of their lockers, was a small, slender girl they had never seen before, with a black dress, black headphones, and black hair tied in a long ponytail, reading a thick-looking hardcover book to herself. 

“Well, it looks like someone doesn’t know the rules around here,” Amber began, forcing the girl up by her collar into a standing position. 

“Do we have… do we have a new face I see?” Vanessa asked with her head tilted and brow furrowed, licking her teeth as she scanned the girl up and down. 

“Oh yes we do,” Cassie chimed in glibly, “a transfer, I believe, from… Salem High? Senior, but looks like not a very smart one, huh?”

“Oh, a new troublemaker here.” Vanessa crept closer to the new girl’s, holding a piercing stare until their faces almost touched. “What, did you get kicked out or something?”

The girl in black said nothing, turning away from Vanessa’s gaze and beginning to pack her book away into her backpack. 

“Hey!” Amber shoved the girl to the ground away from the clique’s lockers, causing her to spill her book and the contents of her open bag. “You show some respect to the queen!”

“Tsk tsk tsk,” Cassie remarked, “I think there might be something wrong with this one. What do you think, V?”  

“Ooooh, I think I might know what the problem is,” Vanessa answered quickly, a cruel grin building on her face, “I think this one might not know how ta talk. ‘Cause I think this one might be a widdle baby.

“Is dat twoo, widdle baby?” Vanessa moved again towards the girl as she raised the volume on her impression, while a crowd of students began to gather and laugh. “Is you too dumb-dumb to know how to make talkies? Well, I’m sowwee, widdle baby, but we don’t wike widdle babies awound heah.

“So get the fuck out.” Vanessa’s tone shifted abruptly, and she kicked the girl’s book down the hallway. 

With that, Vanessa, Cassie, and Amber turned and moved in perfect harmony back towards their lockers, leaving the girl in black scrambling to collect her things, muttering what the clique could only assume were curses under her breath. 

That day, Vanessa felt no remorse, no regret, and no repercussions. She and her friends had delivered a loud and clear message to their school, and their fellow students made sure to cast them wide berths in the halls. It was an auspicious start to an ambitious year, and it placed the girls firmly atop the food chain, where they belonged. 

Meanwhile, a new batch of classes brought little in the way of surprise. Vanessa made her way comfortably through dull lectures and simple quizzes, settling quickly into a steady rhythm of doing just enough work to get the grades that colleges would want to see. The first weekend of the year passed by quickly and uneventfully, and soon enough Tuesday arrived, allowing Vanessa to focus on the things she actually cared about. 

Her plan proved to be perfect. Like clockwork, Jack finished his swim practice at 4:30, while his summer fling was off in her own club. Vanessa, who had been waiting near the gym entrance, met him with a flirty wink and a soft ‘hey’, and the boy did nothing to shy away. 

“Hey,” he said back with an overeager smile, “‘sup?”

 “Oh, I don’t know,” the girl murmured, holding a finger on her bottom lip as she fluttered her eyelids. “Whatcha up to?”

“Oh, I was just, uh, at swim practice, y’know. But I’m pretty free now.”

“Oh. Well then,” Vanessa said softly, walking slowly closer to her target, “I was thinking we could maybe hang out, then?”

Jack let out a dopey laugh as he struggled to maintain his composure. “Uhhh… what would you wanna do?”

“Well,” Vanessa placed a finger on the boy’s chest, “maybe… I WANNA PLAY WIF YOU!”

Vanessa’s hand shot up to cover her mouth as her face turned bright red. Where did that come from?

Jack, in turn, took several steps back, his dumb-jock eagerness turning to confusion and fear. “Uhhhhh... what?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” the girl corrected herself quickly, “I was ummm… just, uh, making a joke. Yeah, sorry. Ummm, where were we?”

“Oh, ummm, you were just, you were just, uh-”

“HEE DA WAWA” 

Again, shock came over Vanessa as she blurted noises without any conscious thought. She stepped back away and tried to collect herself, but instead the noise simply came again.

“HEE DA WAWA”

Grasping her hands firmly over her mouth, the blushing girl saw no option other than to abort the mission and run. And run she did, all the way onto a bus and home. 

When she finally did arrive back, Vanessa scoured Instagram to make sense of any potential fallout from the day. No one, it seemed, had gossiped about what happened, and no one seemed to have overheard. Jack, fortunately, was too awkward when it came to such things to be blabbering about it, and Vanessa saw his shock and confusion as a sign that he wouldn’t want to be bringing it up. So the girl breathed a sigh of relief and went about her evening, trying her best to shake off the day’s events. 

Still, the girl lost sleep thinking about it. Why had she suddenly blurted out? What did she even say? 

There were no answers to be found, of course, and Vanessa came to school tired on Wednesday, struggling to maintain focus through her classes. Thursday was no better, and it was at her desk in homeroom that the girl finally gave in to the strain and dozed off. 

Without warning, the girl found herself on a boat - a small rowboat, it seemed, moving in the middle of what looked to be a wide river, with bright blue skies all around. 

Vanessa, with a paddle in her hand and nothing else to do, began to row, but the boat moved very slowly forward. And then, though she kept rowing, the boat ceased to move altogether. Finally, though at this point the girl was swinging her oar madly, the boat began to move unnaturally backwards, against the current, while an ethereal voice filled the air:

“Heed the waters

Trickle and flow

The tide is turning

Upstream you go.”  

Try as she might, the girl could not keep the boat from being pushed back by what felt like nothing more than a soft breeze. The small, wooden thing crashed violently against the river’s flow, and water began splashing in. Vanessa stood up in a feeble attempt to avoid it, but could only do so for so long. Soon, a gush found her, making its way to the girl’s shorts, striking her with a sensation that was wet, warm, and very real. 

Vanessa woke up with a soft gasp. The feeling she had in her dream had followed her into reality, and she realized quickly that she was wet. Quite wet, in fact - the puddle that had formed on her chair covered the whole back of her skirt, and was dripping from every corner onto the carpet beneath.  

The girl quickly looked around. She saw that there was still time in the homeroom period, and that a number of other students had taken the opportunity to nap through it. There was still a chance, she thought, to avoid humiliation, and she went for it. 

Vanessa tossed a magazine from her bag over the stain on her seat and bolted out the door, doing her best to keep her backside covered. Frantically, she ran to her locker and grabbed a spare set of clothes - a precaution against inadvertent matching with her friends - and scrambled over to the bathroom to change. With moments remaining before the period’s end, she finished putting on her dry clothes and breathed an exhausted sigh of relief. Disaster had been averted.

As she tried to collect herself in front of the bathroom mirror, Vanessa finally took a moment to try and process what had happened. Never in her life had she had an accident quite like that - why now? Was it somehow connected to her bizarre slip outside the gym? Was there someone slipping her drugs? Was she sick? Was she simply stressed?

Yet again, the girl came up short of making any sense of her situation, concluding only that she needed to remain vigilant, and, more importantly, she needed to remain awake. With that in mind, she rinsed her face in cold water and went about her day as best she could. 

That night, Vanessa found herself once again on the river, struggling to stay with the current. This time, she found herself in a storm, facing down dark clouds and lightning as far as she could see, while the same ethereal voice rang out through the gale:

“Heed the waters

Trickle and flow

The tide is turning

Upstream you go.”  

Winds and waves crashed down upon the girl, wrecking her boat and soaking her lower body. Yet again, she awoke with a start, and yet again she woke up wet.

It was 4:00 a.m. The girl was weary, but she managed to get her sheets into the wash without creating too much of a stir. When she was done, she went back to bed, able, mercifully, to sleep without interruption. 

But the dream repeated itself the next night, and again the next. Ever alert, Vanessa managed her way through the daytime - though a few late-week quizzes proved a struggle for the tired girl - but her repeated bedtime troubles wearied her. When the weekend came, Vanessa went to bed hoping that she might be able to finally sleep through the night. And she did. 

Unfortunately, she still woke up wet. This time, the feeling was cold and clammy. This time, it seemed that Vanessa had slept through her Saturday alarm, well into the late morning. And this time, worst of all, the girl knew she wouldn’t be able to keep the accident a secret, as she woke to the sight of her mother standing cross-armed in front of her. 

“Sweetie, have you been having some troubles lately?”

The tone was saccharine and condescending, completely unlike the way Vanessa was used to hearing her mother talk. But so many things were baffling the girl at this moment that she simply couldn’t process it. 

“I think maybe someone needs to be wearing a little protection, hmmm?”

“Ew, ew, gross, mom, no.” Vanessa was shocked at the question, but too groggy to express her emotion. 

“Are we sure? Because it looks like -”

“No, no, mom, please, I don’t know what’s been happening, but really, I don’t need anything.” Vanessa waved her mother away. The girl wasn’t sure if she believed her own words, but she was absolutely certain that she wanted to be done with the conversation. 

Thankfully, her mother dropped the subject, and Vanessa slowly changed and loaded laundry before heading to the family dining table for a wordless breakfast. 

“Excited about your college visit, honey?” Her mother asked, finally breaking the silence. 

“Oh, right.” Vanessa had completely forgotten about the planned visit. Somehow, she had been too preoccupied to think much about it. “Uh, I guess?”

It was Vanessa’s dream school, with a lush campus and a robust Greek life, and she was reminded of that as she started touring the grounds. Still, the girl found it difficult to muster enthusiasm, her mind drawn constantly to the bizarre events that colored her first few weeks of the semester. 

And then, a familiar, eerie voice began to play in Vanessa’s mind. 

Heed the waters… 

A chill ran down the girl’s spine and her eyes bulged wide. Without a second thought, she bolted from the tour group and towards the main buildings, while a pressure inside her built at an unnatural rate. 

Vanessa was scrambling, but she could already feel a trickle come out as she made her first few strides. Desperately, she tried to hold her muscles together as she honed in on her destination, but it seemed crushingly far away, and time seemed to be running out fast.

By the time she reached the center of the campus green, she could hold back no longer. The flow was unstoppable, pouring through the girl’s powder-blue jeans and onto the grass below. 

Defeated, Vanesssa stopped in her tracks and clasped her knees, panting, while tears began to mix with the sweat running down her cheeks. Around her, she could see college students pointing and whispering, though she recoiled to hide her face when a group of drunken frat boys started laughing and hollering. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it” would be Vanessa’s refrain on the car ride home, as she sat sulking in her sopping wet jeans, staring cross-armed out the passenger window. Her mother carried on with her uncharacteristic, patronizing sweet-talk, but it was the least of the girl’s worries now.

When she arrived home, Vanessa made her way upstairs to survey the damage. The girl sighed. As much as she hated to acknowledge it, as much as she hated to admit it, the thought crept in that her mother might be right:

If Vanessa was going to make it through the semester, she might need a little protection.

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[texancommie07]

Mamma mia, here I go again

My, my, how can I resist you?

Mamma mia, does it show again

My, my, just how much I've missed you?

Heavy Metal Valentines Day Two: Chocolates

February 10th, 1985

So...Munson, Huh?

Billy Regretted Every Action That Lead Him Up To This Moment. He Was Walking Out Of The Local K-Mart With A Bag Full Of Graham Crackers, Marshmallows, And Some Marlboro Reds. Oh, And Two Boxes Of Valentines Day Chocolates (They Were Even Heart Shaped, How Obnoxious Can You Get?).

And Now He Was Dealing With The Consequences Of His Inability To Adult, Because Now He Has To Deal With Heather's Childish Pestering.

He Didn't Want To Bring Her, He Didn't Want To Bring Anyone. This Wasn't Supposed To Be Something That People Knew About. He And Eddie Had Been Together For A Little Under Two Months Now, And They Have Been Careful. No Holding Hands Or Hugging In Public, Hell They Didn't Their Best To Avoid Interacting Outside Of The Safety Of Their Trailer.

And So, Billy Just Had To Be A Sappy Piece Of Shit, And Try And Get Them Some Chocolates For Valentines Day. He Had Seen Some Variety Pack On Sale, And They Preferred Dark Chocolate, So It All Works Out Right? Go In, Grab The Chocolate, Pay, Get Out, Easy As That Right? No, Nothing Good In Billy's Life Was That Easy.

For Some Reason Ever Since Billy Was Young, There Were Just Areas And Times Were He Just, Shut Down? It Got The Worst In Small, Confined Stores, People Too Close, The Lights And Freezers Are Buzzing, Too Many Smells, The Lights Hurt His Head, All Of The Above, And When It Got Like That, Billy, Just, Couldn't Person Anymore.

So, His Solution? Bring What Might Be The Only Person More Annoying Than Max Himself, Heather.

He Had A Reason, Heather Was The Only Other Person Who Knew About Him And Eddie. Plus, It's Not Like She Was Useless, She Helped Come Up With The Idea To Buy S'more Ingredients, So That Incase Anyone Asked, He Could Just Use The Excuse That He Wanted S'mores And The Only Chocolate They Had Was Holiday Themed.

But Even With Her Benefits, He Really Didn't Want To Deal With Her Shit Attempts At Small Talk.

"Shut It, You Made Me Buy You An Extra Box So You Could Shove It Into Cunningham's Locker And Watch From Afar Like The Lesbian Disaster You Are."

He Could Hear Her Clothes Rustling As She Whipped Around To Scream His Ear Off In A Sad Attempt To Defend Herself From His Brutal Honesty.

He Cut Her Off Mid Ramble, Both Trying To Save Face (It Seems Like She Forgot She Shouldn't Be Screaming About Lesbians In The Middle Of A Parking Lot), And Trying To Save His Hearing.

"Oh My God, Just Shut Up And Get In The Car! At This Rate I'm Gonna Go Dead By 25. You're Driving Me Fucking Crazy With Your Hysterical Screeching."

"Crazy?"

"Oh My God. No."

"I Was Crazy Once."

"NOOOO!!"

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[werdlewrites]

Season of The Witch (Steve Harrington x OC)

Chapter Seventeen: Serve It On A Silver Platter

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UPDATED 7/22/24

Summary: “I’ve got a spot at my table with your name on it, if you want t’come.” The offer leaves Autumn in a state of shock for a moment, eyes wide and mouth hung agape as her mind searched through all of the things she could say, and all of the things she had seen at that table. It was the same spot every time, like most “cliques.” She sat with rambunctious boys just beneath the windows, the sun beaming down on them to highlight their wide smiles as they laughed, the world around them didn’t seem to matter, or exist at all as they basked in blissful joy in their own little bubble. They were carefree. They were happy - and hated, like her. Warnings: EDDIE MUNSON!!!! bullying, sad nancy, steve is a turd, mentions of weed Word count: 4,007 Do not repost without credit or permission

The day at Hawkin’s High had moved at a painfully slow pace despite being late. Autumn's surroundings would blend in a colored haze as she moved on autopilot from class to class, books tightly tucked into her chest and head hung low to dodge the wandering eyes of curious and gossiping students. There was no shame to their words, spoken proudly without the cover of a hand and without a sign of sympathy in their eyes - and to the ones that did, they never said a thing. Too cowardly to take that step forward and offer out a helping hand, to ask if there was anything needed.

Pity would flow through them, warm, and soft before their backs turned to face her way - her pain put in the furthest of their minds as they moved onward with their lives. Pretending they hadn’t seen piles of papers fall from her locker the first time she opened it. Each slip sneakily pushed through after her escape into the nearby woods, dark ink screaming “freak”, and “murderer” or grotesque pictures hand drawn. Autumn was just another sheep too far from the flock, a mutt banished from a pack of wolves as they stormed their way through the trees, killing, and taking what was rightfully theirs.

Just another outcast.

Comments would turn to snickering and bumps of the shoulder. Whether they had been purposeful or not, she would never know and never receive an apology for, as the offender was already well on their way. And through the shoves paired with unnecessary comments that brought her back to the day before, she somehow finds herself crawling through the hours - far enough to make it to her now cleaned-out locker just before lunch, a relieved sigh flowing freely to find it hadn’t been refilled the moment the door opens. Undesired books are left abandoned, keeping more personal items close in her book bag. She’s already planning a swift escape out the main doors - eating far away from the gaze of onlookers despite the chilled air that awaited her.

And then, a crash.

It rattles the lockers as a force collides just next to her, hidden behind the steel and for a moment, she pictures him. Every pained beat in her chest brings a vision before her, like a flashing light - seeing a galaxy of freckles surrounding his intense stare, full of malice and hatred. Far too proud of himself to have finally cracked her hard exterior, leaving her shaken by the mere thought of him. She waits for the boy to speak, and her mind goes numb trying to find the right words to say - how to fight back the way she used to. The figure leans beyond the door, a gentle and genuine smile bringing out the visible joy in the other girl - having spent all day needing someone to be there for her.

“Well, look at that,” Heather starts off, her focus moving towards the inside of the fairly boring compartment - noting the few stickers or written letters taped to the door. “So, you didn’t get shipped off t’boarding school.”

Autumn snorts in reply, grabbing at the paper bag settled in the back before letting the locker close, sealing away her work for the following class. “That’s yet t’be determined,” Autumn returns with a heavy sigh, though wearing a lazy smile as eyes dance from her form to the door just off in the distance over her shoulder. Hopper’s words are lingering in the furthest reaches of her mind, crawling forward until they become difficult to ignore. She wonders what Heather has done to earn his attention - how dark had her record become in this small town?

“Where’s your attachment?” she asks suddenly, attention shifting throughout the hallway, failing to find the sandy-haired boy stumbling his way through the sea of bodies, too gentle of a boy to give them any cold remarks or spare a second glance their way.

“Nowhere,” the girl replies, seemingly irritated with the question - a reminder that her one friend hadn’t bothered to make his presence known to the girl despite his car being seen on the lot. Despite all, they had gone through the night prior. “I mean - I don’t know. Somewhere, I’m sure,” she finishes bitterly, slumped against the chilled door, belongings tightly secured to her form with an uneasy shift under Heather’s stare. Autumn hadn’t expected this. The two girls spent years walking through the same halls, yet only sparing polite smiles, the occasional art project that typically ended with laughter at Autumn’s misery, and a reading or two as Heather took interest in the unknown world, rather than shunning the girl for her abnormalities.

She wonders if sharing a joint is what brings people together, luring a small smile of amusement forward that’s hidden away as she looks elsewhere.

“Well,” Heather grunts, pushing herself away from the locker, slowly working her way back into the traffic of students that had lessened in the few moments of speaking - all vanishing into the cafeteria or elsewhere to enjoy their break from the monotone, underpaid teachers. Making some days seem more painful and tedious than others.

“I’ve got a spot at my table with your name on it if you want t’come.”

The offer leaves Autumn in a state of shock for a moment, eyes wide and mouth hung agape as her mind searched through all of the things she could say, and all of the things she had seen at that table. It was the same spot every time, like most “cliques.” She sat with rambunctious boys just beneath the windows, the sun beaming down on them to highlight their wide smiles as they laughed, the world around them didn’t seem to matter, or exist at all as they basked in blissful joy in their own little bubble. They were carefree. They were happy - and hated, like her.

While they were unapologetically loud, Autumn took shelter in the quiet, never seeking out the attention despite it somehow finding her amid the chaos. She and Jonathan had their own bubble, and it was soft spoken with more reserve. But he was gone, yet someone who barely knew her was extending a hand in kindness, and in friendship - so she agreed to take the seat, walking at the girl's side towards the echoing chamber of students all fighting to speak over their friends until a point was made.

“I heard about yesterday,” she spoke softly, leaning closer towards Autumn as if a secret had been kept. “I took care of it, I hope.”

Immediate confusion flows through her like a river, brows knitting together as she looks in her direction, trusting as her new friend stares ahead to guide them on their short journey. “What are you talking about?”

There’s a twinkle in Heather’s eye and a creeping smile just at the corner, suppressed as she pulls at the muscles of her face. “I followed him into the bathroom, and told him if he put his hands on you or another girl again, my foot was going so far up his ass he would taste the dirt on my shoe for an entire month.”

Maybe what Hopper said wasn’t all that outlandish, and maybe Autumn didn’t care all that much.

The cafeteria was as it had been the day before, and any other before that - booming, filled with wild animals set loose from their cages into one just large enough to give an illusion of freedom, all while remaining trapped and still under the supervision of the keepers. It’s considered a reward for your hard work - the chance to sit with all of the other empty-headed, egotistical pieces of shit Autumn had to stare at for hours.

She could almost envision them crawling and jumping across the tables, slinging their food at one another when the wire snapped. But as her eyes found a familiar face sitting in the chaotic crowd, the untamed animals seemed to come to a standstill. Steve Harrington sits, seeming almost peaceful and lost in the conversation around him until something catches his attention, a joke heard from none other than him; Tommy Hagan. Steve smiles, teeth bared and ripping through the girl's flesh until her heart is served on a silver platter, breaking through it with sharp canines without mercy. For the smallest of moments, she had wondered if he would still be sitting there with him - like what Tommy had done meant something.

But nothing had changed - except for the girl at his side. Nancy looked tired, and irritated, with her mind a million miles away, visibly tuned out of the conversation despite Steve occasionally looking to her for a reaction. The look in her eyes took his joy and immediately squashed it like a bug before he was enveloped in more stupidity from his ‘friends’.

Nancy can feel a gaze burning into her, unable to avoid its sting as she glances upwards to meet the offender's stare. It’s puzzling at first, having never spoken yet sharing a connection through the man she sits with. Autumn holds a sense of sympathy for the girl because while she sees Nancy, she can’t help but also see herself in their freshman year. The agonizing pull, the separation. The realization you don’t fit into the space you thought you wanted, and watching as your world left you in the dust.

Her delicate fingers pry themselves away from the comfort of crossed arms, rising ever so gently, barely noticed by anyone other than Autumn. It was a silent conversation, a form of saying “Hey,” with a somber look of pity in her eyes. “This way,” Heather says, pulling Autumn’s attention away from the blue-eyed girl and back towards the goal at hand.

The table is full despite the remaining spots available for the taking. The personalities of the boys are already spilling outward, consuming all within reach and almost difficult to bear, making each step forward a little slower until Heather tugs her arm, laughing at her wide-eyed expression. “They won’t bite.” But her words do little for comfort as all eyes land on the two of them, their heated, and passionate discussion coming to a dead halt the moment the girls stood at the head of the table. They lack a familiar spark that was once there, eyes dead, and smiles now faded into thin lines as they observe the intruder in protected territory.

“This is Autumn Reid, she’s sitting with us,” is her firm introduction, the tone suggesting she wouldn’t accept any comments or questions.

The teen at the opposite end stands, his wild head of hair illuminated by a halo of light. Autumn feels small under his gaze, watching as it moves over her form with intrigued - curiosity, his lips slowly turning into a smile with arms extended out to his sides. “My table is your table, m’lady,” one arm is crossed behind his back, while the other mimics the position over his chest as he bends forward in an all too dramatic fashion. In the blink of an eye, she had become one of them, accepted among the “freaks”.

Autumn had sat next to Heather, picking at the Lunchable and other random bits of food she had thrown into the bag in her rushed state. This hadn’t been her norm, stacking mystery meats and cheeses on top of crackers to make a bizarre, dry sandwich to choke down. She had seen many people eat these hasty snacks with joy, and yet she found none, regretting she hadn’t stayed up through the night in the kitchen if not just to make some food for school.

Her slow, pickiness hadn’t gone unnoticed. Eddie, who she had come to know the name of, was watching her with care as any alpha would to a stray that wandered into his pack, observing for threats and diseases to wipe out his family. But he only found amusement with her scrunched-up face, her fingers dropping the bits of ham back down to the tray.

“Not suiting your fancy, ey, Reid?”

She had been singled out amongst the masses, leaving her eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights as she captured his stare. “What?”

“Your food,” he replies with ease, tossing his bag of pretzels down in front of him, leaving Heather to happily help herself. “You’ve been picking at that shit since you sat down,” he laughs, and suddenly, she’s embarrassed to know she’s been caught.

“Oh,” she’s chewing at her cheek, feeling warmth rise in her cheeks as she wonders if she should lie, or be painfully honest with her new..acquaintances. “I love food,” she chooses the latter, watching his brow raise with interest, encouraging her to continue. “I cook for me and my dad at home. We split leftovers for work and school, but...I just haven’t had the time,” she says with a sigh, that familiar weight finding her and pressing the girl deep into the bench, crushing her as she remembers why she’s lost so much time. Yet the silence around her seems more painful, all eyes on her as some hold sympathy for understanding, and others look for more details in the story. She chooses to ignore them all, including that invisible weight as she reaches for one of the boy's trays, waving it cautiously in the air. “Now, I have t’eat this shit like the rest of you.”

The table laughs, some stronger than others and she takes their joy as a sign that so far, they genuinely enjoy her company, something she would need time to adjust to. Pushing away the need to suspect everyone in the vicinity and check just over her shoulder. “So, she’s a witch that cooks,” he says with a grin, leaning back into his seat.

“D’you ever cook in your cauldron?” Jeff asks, chewing at some candy bar he had stashed away, though paused abruptly when Heather throws a pretzel right between his eyes.

“She doesn’t fucking have a cauldron,” she defends, arms now crossed over her chest with a relaxed posture, though eyes in a cold stare his way until they slowly begin to wander, softening apologetically. “Unless...you do?”

Autumn has heard it all, every assumption and every question with no stone left unturned, leaving everything to become mundane, boring, and in truth, irritating. To know that when wandering eyes found her walking by, they could only think of this box of stereotypes to hold her in, pretending that they knew the truth. But she couldn’t help but laugh this once, seeing the growing tension between friends before plummeting with a great sigh of relief from them all as she replied, “No, I don’t have a cauldron.”

With this realization, the group tries to return to normalcy, talking about objects “witches” carry and wondering what they were used for, but failing to seek advice from Autumn, leaving her to stare in silent amusement. But Eddie seems to have other plans, leaning forward into the table to hold the newcomer's attention.

“Heather said you did a Tarot reading for her a while back,” his voice is deep and purposeful, standing out above the chatter and forcing his friends to surrender so he could speak across the table.

“I - I did, yeah.”

He seems intrigued, his torso leaning impossibly further forward with the support of folded arms. “She said you were pretty good.”

The compliment leaves Autumn speechless, fighting for the right words to say - difficult to accept praise without stomping the words out a little first, making it easier to swallow. “I - I’ve had some practice.”

He smiles before continuing. “How about palm reading?”

Cautious eyes shift around the table, the attention is less focused on her - the others eating their food but still listening in on their conversation with great interest, eyes glancing their way to watch the progression. “I do palm reads, yeah.”

Suddenly, a ring-clad hand falls forward - extending outward to her and laying across the table, a shit-eating grin shining in the day's light. “Well? What d’you say?”

She’s taken aback, looking between Heather and the offered hand - uncertain to take it before the girl at her side gives an encouraging nod, like a parent trying to nudge their frightened child out onto the playset for the first time. “It’ll cost,” she says, straightening her posture to appear more confident, even though she felt tiny within the shift in the atmosphere.

��Cost?” he spews, eyes blown wide in pure disbelief and mouth hung open in shock. “You’re going to charge me after smoking my weed?”

Realization hits Autumn like a brick wall, crushing her chest and leaving her dizzy from lack of oxygen, an accusatory stare lands on Heather, words built like a barricade she fought to climb over, though falling over the hurdles and surrendering to the challenge of speaking back when she noticed his cold, dead stare.

He breathes hard, yet steady in an attempt to keep his cool, palms pressing against the edge of the table to separate himself from the others until suddenly, a smile breaks through. “I’m just fucking with you. What d’you want?”

He sifts through his wallet before plucking out a ten-dollar bill, slapping it against the table to slide in her direction. “Call it damage control for my friend getting you into trouble,” he says in a suggestion for the extra money.

“What the fuck?” Heather spews, earning a glance just out of the corner of his eye that has her sighing, returning to his abandoned bag of treats. With the money left out, his hand flips over, looking at her expectantly despite her continued aura of hesitation. Eddie was unpredictable, making things difficult for a girl like her, taking refuge in routine.

“May I?” Autumn asks, her fingers slow to reach outward, anticipating for the snake to lash out at her. But his fingers wiggle, approving to take hold of his hand and guide it closer - apologizing to Heather for doing this nearly over her lap. As she pulls, the cardigan slips and Eddie takes note of just how quickly she pulls it back over, his eyes only briefly catching a glimpse of what appeared to be white bandaging - and yet he says nothing, keeping this moment for only the two of them.

She angles his hand back and forth in the light, studying each line and the variations shown, sinking lower enough to see the crumbs on his palm but paying them no mind - and Eddie can’t help but feel painfully exposed, vulnerable. “D’you need glasses or somethin’?” he asks with a nervous laugh, making her pull back with a small smile, still analyzing him just as he had asked.

“I can see just fine. Some lines are harder to find - or, they fade. Fate lines are typically hard t’see.”

His deep brown eyes cast their way to Heather who is silently watching the scene unfold, happy to see two worlds colliding. “Oh, yeah? How’s mine?”

“Your line is actually really prominent, but that’s not what I was looking at,” Autumn states matter of factly, leaving his proud shoulders to slump, if only slightly.

“Oh.”

“You’re right-handed?”

Eddie can only nod slowly, suddenly things begin to feel a little more tense as he over thinks about his lines becoming faded, and whatever the hell it meant and why he cared.

“Your dominant hand shows how life has changed you, and will always be shifting.” Another painfully slow nod, feeling as though he was in a class rather than getting what he had thought was a silly reading. “This is your Headline,” she suggests and without a second to spare, the boys begin to chuckle, safe for Heather who had delivered immediate threats, and Eddie who had been glued to their entwined hands, watching as her finger roamed over his skin and the way his fingers twitched from how ticklish he had become.

“It connects with your Lifeline, meaning you’re fairly independent-”

“Fairly,” he retorts with a laugh, chin now resting in his other palm. “It has a gentle curve, telling me you’re open-minded and have...a lot of hobbies. You’re focused and remember what’s important-”

He scoffs at that, rolling his eyes. “I’m flunking,” is his retort.

“It doesn’t have t’be school. It’s what’s important t’you.” At that, he stows away his bullshit, chewing at his lip before letting her continue. “This - this is your Heartline. There are no breaks. Your energy is flowing without disturbance. You seek…closeness and love. Could be anything from family, platonic or romantic,”

Her words hold a sting that burns brighter than he anticipated, letting that sting boil into an infected wound and eat him alive. Hopes and dreams all flashed before his eyes of a life he had wanted with a father that abandoned him, and a girl he held unclear feelings for as life continued to carry them through challenges. He says nothing, letting their pained silence linger as she studies his flesh.

“Your Lifeline is unclear, see?” She points to its supposed edge above his thumb, the line less noticeable, and he wonders if this is what she was regarding and can feel his heartbeat quickening.

“Uh huh,”

“But stronger in the middle. This is telling me your childhood...was difficult.” Her words are soft and gentle. Speaking in such a way that she worries with the wrong tone, she may upset the balance and step into territory she wasn’t welcomed in.

He steals a heavy breath from their shared space, holding steady as Autumn’s accuracy is a little too unnerving for his taste. Heather had told him she was good, yes. But as this was their first meeting, she was reading his unfinished story proudly from cover to author's notes and credits, and he wondered if she even knew how spot-on she had been. “You cherish time with your family, now. And I see chains developing downwards, decisions... Challenges t’come.”

Eddie isn’t the smartest man in all of Hawkins’s, and he isn’t the dumbest either. But he can put the pieces of a puzzle together, knowing she had been inching closer towards the end of this line, and keeping her brutal honesty in mind, his hand closes, leaving the girl in a daze. Like her trance had been broken and she was suddenly launched back into reality without a moment to steady her feet on the ground. “Well, that’s all I need to know,” he laughs, tucking his hands away as a form of protection.

“Oh, come on! I want t’know about death and all of that,” another boy says, while Eddie remains unamused, his mind far in another space to think over what had happened between him and the new girl at his table.

“Well, everyone dies,” she says. “It just tells me if you’re declining in health when you’re older like most people do.”

The table practically erupts into chaos, all talking about their own experiences with who they expected to be a witch or someone to work with voodoo. Some even asked Autumn to read them next yet she had politely declined, feeling tired and in truth, unsettled by the new energy that radiated from the man across the table. His dark eyes bore holes into the surface, his thoughts scattered and screaming so loudly he couldn’t hear the noise around him. But he could feel her eyes watching, so he met her halfway.

His fingers uncoil before tightening back into fists, tucking deep into their comforts as he crossed his arms. Not for a comfortable position, but for security. She had seen all of him through only his palm - and despite not finishing reading it all out to him, she had studied it, memorized it.

She had seen the beginning and the end of Eddie Munson.

And she keeps this secret for only the two of them.

[campsunshinevalley]

Hey Jeremy! What was it like for you in high school before you became a camp counselor? Also, I really like your personality. You're just so optimistic and cheery :)

JEREMY: oh well thank you! :)

JEREMY: highschool I'm my opinion was actually quite stressful to be honest with ya

JEREMY: I got picked on quite a lot! Bit rude if you ask me, wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy!

JEREMY: Vicky from camp Bimbo would always tease me for how short I was, Untill I had a growth spurt in the 10th grade

JEREMY: I actually ended up to be taller than her! What are the chances? :)

JEREMY: Asher used to leave rocks 'n' junk on the ground so I'd fly off my skate board, this happened quite often actually-

JEREMY: gosh I hope Felix doesn't turn out like him that's for sure!

JEREMY: and Heather would shove me in lockers any time she had the opportunity! 'Till one day she Shoved me in Wallys locker and he found me and helped me out :)

JEREMY: wallys probably one of the only people from that school that didn't pick on me what so ever! I'm so glad I found someone like him-

JEREMY: or- I guess I'm glad he found me :)

JEREMY: Quite a lot of the bullying came from me to be fair- unintentional of course! I can be so clumsy at times!

JEREMY: Robin and his lil sister Veronica had to pick me up from the hospital after I slipped on some paper I left in the hall way and took a tumble down the stairs-

ROBIN: your lucky aunt Ruth is so nice.

JEREMY: yeah, I'm so greatful for my ma' she makes the best apple pie 🥰

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Mama Claudia AU, In Comes Steve

"So when were you going to tell me that your stepbrother's trying to seduce my mom?" Dustin slammed his hands on the table Max and the rest of his friends were sat at inside Scoops Ahoy. The redhead choked on her milkshake at the accusation. Coughing and hacking as Lucas pat her on the back in an attempt to help her breath again.

"Excuse me? What?" Max asked incredulously, watching Dustin wedge himself in the booth on the other side next to Mike.

"Your brother. I came home to find him at my house with my mom doting on him!"

"Oh." The girl rolled her eyes. "For a minute I thought you actually saw them kissing or something."

"They might as well have! She was feeding him casserole!"

"She's been doing that for a couple of weeks dude." Mike said, semi annoyed as he grabbed some napkins out of the dispenser to wipe off the mess caused by Dustin shoving him.

"Weeks?" Dustin gaped.

"Yeah he keeps bringing leftovers in Tupperware home." Max added.

"Don't know why you're surprised." Lucas shrugged at his friend. "She's been doing it since you went to camp. You know how she gets."

Mrs. Henderson was famously overprotective. Mike's mom always mentioned something about Mr. Henderson being the reason she was like that but none of the kids understood what that meant. She drove Dustin, and subsequently them, everywhere. Joining the PTA, crossguard and almost anything else that involved her son. It was smothering sometimes but Dustin still loved her.

"Face it Dustin." Mike gave up on wiping the ice cream off as he turned to his friend. "You've been replaced."

"Shut your damn mouth." Dustin snapped and Mike defensively threw his hands up. "I have not been replaced. She was just lonely. But now I'm back and he can stop showing up."

"Nah little dude, I don't think it works that way." The group turned to see Steve leaning on the front counter, head on his palm. "Couldn't help but listen in and I kind of agree with Debbie Downer over there. Your mom is really attached to Billy. I saw her going through the JC Penny's clearance rack to buy some clothes for him. Asked her about and she said she wanted him to have something nice to wear for o-er, a date he was going on."

"Are you shitting me?"

"Can't say I am. Now are you going to actually buy anything or are you going to stick around all day and take up space like the rest of the shit birds?"

"Hey, we bought ice cream!" Mike protested as a timer on the counter behind Steve began to ring.

"And that's my break. Robin! Your turn to man the front counter." Steve called out as a girl came out from the back and the kids turned to each other when Dustin asked.

"Since when did Steve start to use the term 'shit bird'?"

~~

"Hey! No running!" Billy blew his whistle from where he was perched atop the lifeguard chair. God he hated Saturdays. Too many people thought the public pool was a free babysitting service, parents dropping their kids off and fucking off to wherever they wanted to go. They didn't even get paid to do it like with swim lessons.

"Hey blondie," a knock on his chair made the teen look down to see Heather leaning against the wooden tower, "your shift's over. Boyfriend's waiting for you outside."

"He's not my boyfriend." Billy said as he climbed down. Despite the oversized sunglasses, the blonde knew she was giving him a disbelieving look.

"Okay well your sugar daddy is parked in his BMW outside and still wearing his little sailor uniform so have fun with that. Meanwhile I'm going to be dealing with little Willy Horowitz who, despite having almost drowned twice this week, has yet again been abandoned by his father who is currently hitting on single moms at the pool side."

"Yeah, sucks to be you." Billy smirked as she flipped him off. Plus side of taking morning shifts was getting off just before shit started hitting the fan. Heading into the locker room, the boy punched in the time clock and he was officially off. Shrugging on his red jacket, Billy made his way out to the parking lot where Steve was indeed sitting in his new, white BMW. Waving to the blonde as he got in the passenger seat. "You're early." Billy glanced around to make sure there was no one else in the parking lot before leaning in for a kiss.

"Yeah, managed to convince Robin to let me take a longer break if I did all the closing duties."

"Really? Well I'll have to give her a personal thank you. How's she feel about tater tot casserole? Mrs. Henderson has once again given me far too many leftovers to actually eat." Steve snorted extremely loudly at this. "What?"

"Dustin stormed into Scoops Ahoy, shouting about how you were seducing his mom and getting her to make you food."

"Yeah. I know. He freaked out when he saw me yesterday." Billy revealed. Pulling out a cigarette and trying to light it before Steve snatched it out of his hand. "Hey!"

"What did I tell you about smoking in my car?" Steve asked as he put the car in gear before beginning to drive. "Besides that shit is bad for you. Gonna die early if you keep that up."

"Who says I don't want that?"

"Me, asshole." Billy laughed at how serious Steve sounded. "I'm serious, could you at least try the nicotine gum I gave you? Or...I could tell Mrs. Henderson about your nasty little habit."

"You wouldn't."

"I would. Come on, for me." Billy knew if Steve wasn't driving he'd be giving him the signature Harrington look. Big hazel doe eyes pleadingly looking up at his not so secret boyfriend. Even imagining it made Billy seemingly relent.

"Fine. I'll try it. But next date night? You'll have to do something special to convince me."

"Don't worry, I've got a few things planned."

[canislupus-exe]

Sticks and Stones | jason dean

fandom | Heathers

character | Jason Dean

reader | he/him(she ver.)(they ver.)

requested | Anonymous

warnings | slight angst, homophobic slurs, bullying, physical assault (specifically kicking)

word count | 1,130

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | Hi can I request a image for Jd from heathers the musical x male reader where the reader is getting bullyed and won't tell Jd but Jd froces to the reader to tell him about the bully's, and the fic ends in the reader sitting on Jds lap. Thankd6

editor |@feliscatus-exe

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You looked over your shoulder as you began to input the four-digit code to your locker. God knows what would happen if somebody got a hold of it. Once you heard the familiar click of the padlock, you pulled the lever and began to place your chemistry books inside, swapping them for your math notebook and grabbing your bag of writing utensils.

As you clutched your school supplies and attempted to shut your locker, you were shoved, so hard in fact that your forehead hit the cool metal. You yelped in pain, looking over your shoulder to see the group of boys who constantly harassed you. They were much more intimidating than you and always found it easy to fuck with you.

“What are you doing you faggot?” One of them asked, shoving you again. You grimaced, not from just the pain but from the use of that word. Most of the school knew that you were dating another guy, and these cliche high school bullies never let you forget it.

“I-I’m just trying to get to class.” You muttered, attempting to walk away, but they quickly closed ranks, circling you and leaving no way out. You swallowed in fear.

“Please.” You whispered, your voice barely coming out of your throat.

“What was that? Speak up! Are you a fucking girl or something? Talk like a man!”

“Please! P-Please… just let me go to class.” You replied, raising your voice a little too much. The biggest one gave a hearty laugh and shoved you to the floor, delivering a painful kick to your abdomen. You groaned in agony as the others laughed and drove occasional blows as well. You closed your eyes, accepting the pain along with the fact that none of the teachers gave enough of a shit to stop what was happening. You were convinced the faculty rejoiced when these high school cronies kicked out your lights. After all, you were just the school faggot.

“Look at him, crying like a little bitch.” One of them said with a laugh and a final blow to your ribs. You prayed he didn’t break anything. The rest of them snickered as he backed off. It seemed he’d had his fun for the day as he and his friends walked off. You laid on the floor for a minute, watching as everyone else simply walked over your limp body. You took a shaky breath and slowly started lifting yourself from the floor. And just like every other day this occurred, you stood and clutched your sides, continuing as if nothing had happened.

>><<

The final bell of the day rang through your ears and you couldn’t help but sigh with relief. Having to navigate the better half of your day with bruised sides was more than you could handle this early in the week. You gently ran your arm through the backpack strap as to not hurt your fragile frame and began to walk to the front of the school. The distance was relatively short, and you were glad that your boyfriend was already there to greet you.

“Hey there doll, hop in and we’ll head to yours.” He said as he unlocked the doors. You gave a meek smile as you slid into the passenger seat, trying to sink down so no one would see you. Normally, you wouldn’t care, but today was particularly rough and you just wanted it to end. JD was quick to notice your off behavior and the way you were holding your sides but didn’t say anything as he drove off, hoping you’d tell him yourself.

>><<

You’d arrived at your house with JD and for the past hour had simply been lounging in your room. He asked about your day, hoping you’d tell him what happened, but you didn’t budge, reassuring him everything was fine. He knew better.

He watched you now as you stood up from the bed, grimacing as you put pressure on your side. That was his last straw. Something happened to you at school today and he wasn’t going to just let you suffer in silence. He stood next to you and quickly lifted your shirt, enough to see your bruised side. You gasped and pushed his hand away, but he’d seen enough.

“What is that?” He asked. You frowned and crossed your arms.

“Nothing.” You replied nonchalantly.

“Nothing? Really? Why didn’t you tell me?” His temper was rising and you could hear it in his voice.

“Cause I knew this is how you’d react.”

“What is that supposed to mean? React how?”

“Like this Jason. Upset and wanting to know who did it. This shit just happens okay. There’s no reason to get all crazy about it and I knew you would so I just didn’t say anything. Leave it alone.” You argued back. He frowned, but let his anger calm down before speaking again.

“(Y/n). I know you don’t want me to overreact but you have to understand, you’re my boyfriend. I need to know when you’re getting hurt.” He replied, grabbing your hands and forcing you to look at him. You averted eye contact.

“I just… I didn’t want you to worry.” You mumbled.

“Of course, I’m going to worry. You mean everything to me. I can’t just not worry when you come home from school with an entirely bruised side. I mean seriously, did you think you’d just be able to hide this thing from me? It’s covering an entire half of your body.” He replied, causing you to chuckle slightly.

“Yeah, it’s a lot bigger than I thought.” You said, now smiling. He pulled you to the edge of the bed, sitting down and urging you to sit on his lap. You rolled your eyes and did so, relaxing once he wrapped his arms around you. You sighed and did the same, snuggling into his warm, comforting body.

“You know I love you, right?” He asked.

“Of course I do. I love you too.” You replied. He smiled and kissed the top of your head.

“Don’t worry. You won’t have to deal with them anymore.” He said. You sighed and held him a little tighter.

“I know they’ll stop eventually. It just sucks to have to wait for it.” You said, tracing circles into his back. He gave a quiet chuckle, knowing you didn’t understand what he meant by that. You didn’t know he’d be the one to take care of the situation. That he’d be the one to take care of them.

“Maybe it’ll be a lot sooner than you think dear.”

“Maybe… I’m just glad I have you.” You said, lifting your head and giving him a gentle kiss. He smiled and returned it, pressing his forehead against yours and simply enjoying your presence.

[the-faceless-bride]

In Love with a Heather 💜

Yandere Tamaki x Bully reader

Teaser ⚠️ if you don't want any spoilers of any kind might wanna skip this until the first chapter is released

I didn't think I was a masochist, she was a bully. She took every opportunity to humiliate me... Even hurt me... But oddly enough, I started to enjoy it. Just her being near me even if she hurts me it makes me feel good. I don't know why but ever since I've been purposely started to get on her way just to get the orgasmic feeling of her yelling at me and if I was lucky she would hurt me. And it always felt so good, I don't care if people say it wrong and I don't care if people think it's gross... I like it so I'm gonna continue to do it.

There was a new girl in the school and took a liking to him, and he didn't like it, she kept trying to touch him and he didn't like it. But he was too shy to say anything. He was going about his day when he finally found the one he was looking for... You, he was looking forward to the teasing today if he was lucky and got you aggravated enough he might even get pushed around a bit.

Unlike other bullies, you didn't have others handle the dirty work for you. You talked your talk and didn't need anyone to help back you up.

He liked that...

He walked by you making sure to hunch over to act like he was trying to pass you without getting noticed, but of course, you did.

You smirked,

"OI, where do you think you're going?" You took him and slammed him hard against the lockers,

he was kinda disappointed though normally you would take him in your arms and used your quirk and squeezed him making him let out a painfully pitiful cry but much to his disappointment he got the lockers.

"What ya doing? You're late for class squirt," you kicked his legs down so he would have to look up at you, he was 5'9 you were 5'2 (sorry please just go with it, im to the small brain to think of something else)

He was now on his knees looking up at you, of course, you never did anything sexual that was too low and something you would never do. But he wanted you too but he couldn't say that out loud that would ruin his whole plan.

Your hand painful gripping his hair as the other pulls on his ear, he struggled to keep down a moan. You throw insults about how he acts and shutters away whenever he has to do anything. Then suddenly you were pulled away from him by the waist of your skirt.

You and Tamaki look over to see the new girl

"STOP THAT! TAMAKI NEVER DID ANYTHING AND HE DOES NOT DESERVE THIS!" she was a small girl around 4'11 maybe smaller her quirk bunny gave her fluffy bunny ears and a cottontail and blacked-out eyes.

You looked down at her with a sneer "and who are you supposed to be? The Easter bunny? Cuz you're a bit early to be handing out your baskets"

"I- I.."

"Look I don't want any of your candy so scram"

What the hell is she doing?! Tamaki thought as he looked at the small female, this was meant to be his special time with you and she was screwing it all up.

"I- im Haru," she said

As soon as she said her name you got that gleam in your eye. The one you get one you hurt him. No no no no-no-no. You weren't meant to do this to anyone but him!

"I know who you are! You're that little slut who had to transfer schools,"

The girl looked down and you walked over and started to torment her. A few shoves and a hard punch and she was on the floor with tears in her eyes.

"Aww, what's the matter little bunny? Nothing to say? So then why are you interrupting my talk with little Amajiki here?

Tamaki couldn't stop glaring at Haru, THIS WAS HIS TIME! WHY IS SHE GETTING IN THE FUCKING WAY?!

You were picking on her and she was crying, and Tamaki was getting desperate so he did what he thought would get your attention back on him.

He pretended to care about her crying...

He jumped up and ran over and grabbed your arm, " stop it! " he somewhat shouted. Haru looked up at him with love in her eyes but he wasn't looking at her but you. You quickly snapped around a backhanded him so hard he fell back to the floor.

"WHO THE HELL YOU LIKE YOU ARE TALKING TO THERE RUNT?!" You were looking down at him with a hard glare, and he loved it you lifted your fist ready to punch him but then...

The bell rang

"Tsk- looks like you were saved by the bell runt." You then looked at him and walked away stepping on Haru in the process

W-wait no! You finally were paying attention to me! Where are you going? Stupid bell... Stupid Haru...

"Are you ok Tama-chan?" Haru asked moving closer to him and placing a hand on his collar bone, and then a plan popped into his head, he placed his hand over hers "yeah, but umm I wanna thank you so w-would you mind if you could c-come over my house after school?" She smirked and looked to his lips and nodded her head. He told her to be there by 7:00 and she agreed then he made sure to run into you on his way home, you saw him and started your normal routine after school but this time instead of staying on the grass in a ball like he normally did when you turned around you felt a short cloth over your mouth and nose and a sweet smell. Then you passed out.

Next chapter ->

[writing-wh0re]

Hi!!! Can you do 5 and 29 with Sweet Pea or Billy

All writings will be #writing-wh0re-requests. 

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader 

Word Count: 940 - Longer than I expected. 

Warnings: Smut18+, Alcohol, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Intercourse, Very Slight Cockwarming, Daddy Kink, Choking, Explicit Language, Slight Praise Kink, Jealousy(?). 

Prompt’s Requested:

5 - one more time 

29 - without me? 

A/n: I hope you enjoy!

I walk through the halls of Hawkins high school as I spot him, his back against my locker as Heather touches his shoulder laughing at something he said. As I get closer I hear more of their conversation, my presence still unknown as my blood boils at Heather’s words. 

“One more time? With me?” Her voice drips with seduction as I scoff rolling my eyes. 

“Move Billy.” 

“Afternoon baby girl.” 

“Oh, hi Y/n, I forget that you’re dating Billy.” 

I fake a smile as I turn to my locker ignoring the girl. 

“I’ll see you tonight Billy, don’t be late okay.” Heather warns as he smirks at her nodding as he chews his gum. 

“Don’t be late.” I mimic as I put my books into the locker, shutting it as I lean against the cool metal, Billy standing in front of me, his hands on my hips as he smirks. 

“You aren’t jealous, are you baby?” My eyes roll in annoyance as Billy leans closer his grip on my hips tightening slightly. “Because I’d be happy to have you remind me who owns my cock.” 

Blush hits my cheeks as I pull Billy closer to me by his jean jacket, our lips smashing together as his hands run up my back. 

“Billy!” I hear Tommy call his name as Billy groans against my lips, his body heat leaving mine as Tommy cups his shoulder. 

“Want to head straight to mine?” 

Billy looks at me as Tommy chuckles. 

“Y/n is a big girl, I’m sure she can ask one of her friends for a ride.” 

I narrow my eyes at Tommy as Carol appears beside him, her hand resting on her shoulder. 

“Carol can take you home.” 

“Actually I was heading straight to yours, so she can’t.” 

I roll my eyes as I look at Billy, waiting for him to say something as he just keeps his eyes anywhere but mine. Seriously?

“Enjoy your party.” I scoff as I push through the pair. “Oh and say hi to Heather for me.” 

I turn my back and continue walking out of the school as I see the last bus leave. 

“Fucking perfect.” I groan as I see Steve walking to his car. Bingo. 

“Harrington!” 

“Steve!” 

Steve turns to look at me quizzingly as I almost run over to him. 

“Could I ask a huge favour?” 

“Uh, depends really, will your boyfriend beat me up?” 

“I am sorry he did that, but could I maybe have a ride home?” 

“A ride home? Why can’t Billy take you?”

“You ask a lot of questions, but he has a party, please I can give you gas money.” I attempt to persuade him as he sighs nodding. 

“Only because you’re my neighbour.” Steve reasons as I smile, walking over to his passenger side. 

“I really appreciate this.” 

“Just make sure Billy knows I didn’t initiate this.” 

I nod as Steve’s engine roars to life, he reverses out of the parking space fast as I see Billy walk out of the school. I make eye contact with him as I blow him a kiss, his body language showing how pissed off he is as Tommy laughs beside him. 

“So why don’t you want to go to his party?” I turn to look at Steve as I sigh. 

“I would go, if he asked me to go, but i'm not mad about the party.” 

“What are you mad about?” 

“You really do ask a lot of questions.” I chuckle as Steve shrugs. 

“Typically we go back to mine, fool around a bit and then he goes to the party. However this week Tommy thought it would be a fantastic idea to go straight to his and suggest I find my own way home.” 

“Oh, so you listened to Tommy?” 

“No, Billy just kind of ignored it and I got fed up with it.” 

“Ah, girls man.” 

I shove Steve in the arm as he chuckles, I rest my head against my seat as the wind flicks through my hair. We pull into Steve’s driveway as he cuts the engine. 

“Thanks again Steve.” I smile as he nods. 

“Why don’t you go to the party? Prove them all wrong and just have a good night?” 

I tilt my head slightly thinking as Steve chuckles. 

“The parties aren’t bad, I used to go and I had fun.”

“I just might, thanks Harrington.” 

Steve nods as I get out of his car, walking across his yard to my house. I run through my house to my bedroom as I start my search for an outfit, one that would capture Billy’s attention in an instant. I throw on a few outfits before deciding on my red bralette, leather skirt and black boots. 

I quickly run the straightener over my hair and touch up my makeup as I look over myself in the mirror. 

“Too much.” I sigh as I hear a knock at my front door, I grab my leather jacket as I attempt to shield my body. 

I open the door to Steve’s back as he quickly spins around, his eyes going wide as his mouth falls open in slight shock. 

“Yeah it’s too much.” 

“No no, you look great, it definitely screams Billy.” 

I smile at Steve’s compliment as he rubs the back of his neck. 

“Sorry for interrupting you but I figured you’d probably need someone to drive you and I know Nancy is going so..” Steve trails off as I nod. 

“So you’ll take me?” 

“Uh, yeah yeah, unless you want to go without me?” 

“Lets go.” 

I grab my keys as I close and lock up the house, following behind Steve as I yet again get in his passenger seat, deep down I feel butterflies erupt due to the nerves of my outfit and Billy. 

“Tommy’s house?” 

I hum in agreement as Steve starts the unfamiliar drive to Tommy’s. 

The music can be heard halfway down the street as Steve parks his car a few houses down both of us getting out. 

I let out a deep breath as we walk into the party together, people staring at us as I keep my eyes down attempting to ignore the stares as I feel Steve’s hand grab my bicep. 

“I’m going to find Nancy, if pretty boy is a dick I can take you home.” 

I nod as Steve and I part ways, the music rocks through my bones as I see a table littered with alcohol and red cups. I look between the bottles before deciding on Vodka, pouring the clear liquid into the cup as I top it up with lemonade. I take a deep breath before taking a sip, the bubbles dancing across my tongue. 

“Y/n?” I roll my eyes as I turn to face the girl. 

“Carol, hey.” I hold my cup against my shoulder as Carol looks me up and down clicking her tongue slightly. 

“You’re going to embarrass Billy, turning up with Steve dressed like that.” 

“Speaking of Billy, where is he?” 

Carol sighs as she turns and points out the window, I see Billy playing beer pong with Tommy. 

“He has a cheerleader.” 

I flick my eyes to his side, Heather clapping her hands and holding onto his shoulder as he lands the ball in a cup.

“Fucking fantastic.” I quickly finish my drink as the bubbles and alcohol burn my throat. 

“Nancy, please just listen.” I hear Steve say as Nancy shuts a door in his face, Steve rests his forehead against the wood as he sighs. 

“Just give her time.” I almost yell over the music as Steve nods. I walk out of the room into the cool air, hearing Heather cheer Billy again as I stand next to Tommy. 

“My go next?” 

“Uh, um, yeah.” Tommy’s eyes linger on me as I smirk. I take the ping pong ball from his hand, turning my attention to Billy as he smirks, licking his lips as his eyes drink in my outfit. 

“C’mon baby girl.” 

The plastic ball slips from my fingertips as it bounces on the table, landing in a cup as Tommy cheers for me, shaking my shoulders. Billy shakes his head as he picks up the cup quickly finishing the golden liquid as a few drops land on his open chest. My eyes stay focused on the area as I bite my lip softly, hearing Billy chuckle as I shake my head knowing he caught my eye. 

“If I land this, Y/n drinks.” 

I look at Tommy as he chuckles. “Y/n doesn’t drink.” 

“You really don’t know me Thomas.” 

Heather giggles looking back at Billy as his eyes look past her, staying locked to me. The ball drops from her hand bouncing a few times as it skims the first cup and lands in the second. 

“Fuck.” I groan quietly as I take the ball out, shaking off the liquid as the cup touches my lips, the beer flows over my tongue as I swallow hard, holding the empty cup in the air as Tommy claps for me. 

“Where has this Y/n been the past year?!” Tommy questions as I roll my eyes. 

“Hey Y/n.” 

I spin around looking at Steve as he holds his keys between his fingers. 

“Yeah?” I walk over to him so he doesn’t have to shout at me as he sighs, visibly upset. 

“I’m going to head out, do you need a ride?” 

“You’ve done enough Harrington.” 

I feel goosebumps hit my skin at Billy’s voice as Steve rolls his eyes. 

“At least I made sure she got home okay.” 

Billy moves past me as he gets up in Steve’s face. 

“For fuck sake, Steve is leaving, let him leave.” Steve looks at me as I warn him to not start anything as he scoffs and walks away from Billy. 

“Finish the game without us.” Billy says towards Tommy as he grabs my hand, pulling me through the party and into the same room Nancy was once in. I look around at the tiled walls and sink, confirming in my mind it's a bathroom. 

“You asked him to take you home.” 

“Yeah, because you didn’t fucking offer.” 

“I didn’t know you wanted to come tonight.” 

“You didn’t ask.” 

I cross my arms across my chest as my cleavage becomes more prominent, Billy’s eyes falling to my chest as he smirks, licking his lips. 

“Did you dress like this for me?” He brushes my hair behind my ear as I smirk. 

“Steve actually helped me pick this, said it looked the best.” 

Billy’s face drops at my tease as he backs me against the counter, his hands boxing me in as he chuckles low. 

“You aren’t jealous, are you baby?” I repeat his words to him as his hand moves swiftly from the counter to grip my throat, his lips smashing against mine in a heated make out, our tongues slipping against one another as I taste tobacco and beer on him. 

His hand moves from my throat as he slides them down my thigh, picking me up and placing me on the counter as I run my fingers through his hair, his hands on my back dancing across my exposed skin as I start to undo his button up. 

Our kiss breaks as he rids himself of his shirt, I go to wiggle out of mine as he stops my hands. 

“Leave it on.” 

I smirk as I pull him closer to me by his belt loops, fumbling with the fabric as his hard cock springs free. A soft moan falls from my lips at the sight of him as he guides my hand to pump him up and down. Our lips locking together as I keep my rhythm on his cock. 

His hands slide my leather skirt up my legs as he pulls my panties to the side, his fingers running up and down my glistening slit as I moan against his lips as he rubs my clit. 

“So wet for daddy, such a good little girl.” 

I meekly nod against his lips as he pulls away from me.He guides himself to my pussy, as I open my legs a little wider to wrap them around him. 

“Oh daddy.” My head falls back slightly as the familiar pleasure rushes through my body. 

Billy’s hips pick up their pace as he fucks into me fast, his hand grips my throat as I roll my eyes back, moans falling from my mouth as he grunts. 

“Who owns this pussy?”

“You daddy.” 

“That’s fucking right baby, you’re all mine.” 

I whimper as his grip tightens on my throat, his other hand slipping between my folds to play with my clit. My pussy tightens around his length as he smirks at me. 

“You take me so well.” 

The praise rushes to my core as the sounds of my wetness fill the air, his pace never faulting as I bite my lip, my eyes starting to see spots. 

“I’m going to cum.” 

Billy circles my clit faster as I wrap my legs around him tighter, attempting to hold him closer to me as I cum around his cock. 

“Jesus.” I cry out as the sensitivity shocks through my body. Billy’s cock twitches inside me as a moan falls from his lips, he lifts my skirt up a little more to watch himself slide in and out of me as his warm release covers my slick walls. He stays buried inside me as he cups the back of my neck, our lips locking together as our tongues taste each other again. 

A whimper falls from my lips as he slides out of me. Billy cleans both of us up as my legs shake slightly. 

“I’ll ask you to come to parties more often.” 

I roll my eyes, shaking my head as Billy smirks, helping me off the counter as I look at my appearance in the mirror. 

“You look fucking sexy.” His hand slaps my leather gladded ass as he opens the door, the reality of the loud party hitting me again as we walk back to the beer pong table together.

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Yooo that hc/drabble you just did for kuroo and Suna was sooooo good!! Do ya think you could maybe do that again but for iwa and kenma?? if it’s not a bother 😂

Pairings: Iwaizumi x f!reader, Kenma x f!reader

Prompt: The boys have a girl best friend who has feelings for them, but the boys like y/n ( “heather”)

Warnings: Swearing, angst??

a.n:  I made the girls nice bc I can’t imagine Iwa or Kenma putting up with a b word (I feel like they would just be like ‘k bye lmao’) & sorry this took so long I had a hard time w Kenma ;-; Next on the list are Oikawa and Sugawara !

I’m so glad you thought so!! I hope this is what you’re lookin for !

Iwaizumi

Iwa talks about you and doesn’t even realize he’s talking about you most of the time

But she doesn’t really say anything because he never looks as at peace as when he’s talking about you

His insecurities & self doubt go poof when you’re with him

You laugh along when he ‘bullies’ Oikawa, so it must be love

She knows she should hate you, but she can’t because you just make him so happy

Oikawa definitely knows about her crush and teases her relentlessly.

Sometimes he goes too far and she gets really pissed

Because it should be her, not you

Hanging out used to be just her, Oikawa, and Iwa

Now Iwa’s always asking “Can y/n come too?”

“She just can’t get enough of me,” -Oikawa 

He got beat up for that

Iwa leaves little notes in your locker, telling you how pretty you are or writes you little poems.

Mans is too scared to deliver them himself though, so he makes her do it.

He would make Oikawa do it, but the one time he did, the man memorized the entire poem Iwa wrote to you and would not stop reciting it for a week. 

So she’s stuck with the job

Unfortunately

She tries not to peek, but sometimes her curiosity gets the better of her.

Then she wishes she’d never looked.

If she were being honest though, if it couldn’t be her, she was glad it was you, though she’d never really admit it.

You actually get along really well with her.

She hates how easy you are to talk to.

Girl talk definitely happens when the boys aren’t around.

Oikawa knows this, and lets Iwa in on it too

Iwa asks her to see if you’re interested in anyone

That’s how they find out about your crush on Iwa

She had secretly hoped you liked Oikawa 

You like Iwa though (of course)

She calls him like right away to tell him because, as much as she wishes it were her, she’s really happy for you both. 

Iwa is so happy aww

Like happier than he is after scoring the last point in a game

The next day he tells you to meet him behind the gym before practice.

He confesses and both her and Oikawa catch you sucking faces 

She looks like she could scream and cry and smile all at once.

“You know, we could always go on double dates,”

“No, Oikawa”

“She wanted to know how to spike, so I had Oikawa set some balls to her, and she picked up on it pretty well,” Iwa said, leaning back into the office chair in his room with his hands resting on the back of his head, “Especially since she’s never done it before, she’s something else, I’ll tell you that,” he sighed. The girl sitting on the edge of his bed nodded, resting her chin in her palm as she listened to him talk about you, “Oikawa tried to buy her lunch today, just to tick me off,” he frowned, “That bastard,”

“Sounds about right,” she giggled, trying not to show just how bothered she was by the subject.

“I beat him to it though,” he said proudly, “She thanked me,” a blush spread across his cheeks as he recalled the memory of you.

“You sure talk a lot about her,” the girl teased, pretending the ache in her heart just wasn’t there. It was hard to listen to him talk about you. He looked so happy and content when he was rambling on about how pretty you were, or how nice you were. 

Iwa jumped out of his chair, “No I don’t!” he said loudly, “Do I?” she nodded, “Man, I just can’t get her off my mind,” he huffed in frustration, and she realized just what that meant, “Everything reminds me of her,” he was in love, “This is stupid,” he frowned. She chuckled, and he sunk back into the chair, “You don’t think she’s using me to get close to Oikawa do you?”

“I don’t think so,” she wanted to say yes, just so he’d get over you and she’d have him to herself, but seeing how happy you made him, she just couldn’t lie. She was willing to bet you liked him too.

A small sigh of relief escaped him, “Good,” he said, “I didn’t think so either, but I wanted a girl’s opinion, honestly,” 

“Well there you have it,” she smiled. 

He smiled too, but somehow she knew it wasn’t for her.

-

“So,” Oikawa grinned at the girl, “Just how obvious were you trying to make your crush on Iwa-chan?” she sighed and tried to ignore him, walking briskly through the school corridor in an attempt to get him to stop following her, “Hey now, don’t ignore me!” he whined. 

“I don’t want to talk about that, Oikawa,” she said, “It’s none of your business,” 

“Oh but it is!” the brunette persisted, “Iwa-chan’s business is my business,” he said with a signature fake smile, “Plus, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, you get what I’m saying?” She stopped in the middle of the rather empty hall, “Ooh, too far?” 

“Asshole,” she said, continuing towards her next class.

“Look, my point was that he’s got the hots for y/n, I’m sure you’ve noticed,” The brunette said, “So don’t get in the way and make things all weird,” 

“Wasn’t planning on it,” she said cooly.

“Oikawa? Are you ditching?” Iwaiziumi’s irritated voice made them both snap their heads towards him.

“Iwa-chan! No, we just needed to have a talk is all,” he said, waving his hand dismissively, “I’ll be going now! See you guys after school right?” the girl nodded, still looking like she could punch the snarky brunette in the throat any second.

“Oh yeah,” Iwa said, “Since you’re both here, would it be fine if I asked y/n to come with us? She had plans with some friends, but they all crapped out on her last minute,” his fist balled at his side at the thought of you being ditched, “I thought we could cheer her up,” he finished. His friends looked at each other. Oikawa nodded first, then looked at the girl expectantly; she nodded too, “Cool,” he said, “Thanks,” and he walked into his classroom, not looking back at either of them.  “That’s gonna leave a mark,” Oikawa noted as he watched the girl collect the pieces of her heart, her eyes reflecting the hurt she felt somewhere deep down.

“Fuck off,” 

Her day passed especially slow knowing that as soon as the last bell rang, she’d have to face you. She hadn’t really met you yet, but it sure felt like she had by the way Iwa talked about you. She wondered if you would live up to his hype, then found herself thinking, of course you would. Hajime Iwaizumi was never one to exaggerate, so you must have truly been amazing.

She hoped to god she was wrong, she hoped to find a reason to hate your guts.

The usual trio, plus one, met in front of the gym after school. You were almost hiding behind Iwa, and the tall brunette chuckled, “She’s even shyer than I remembered!”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, bowing your head a bit, “It’s just, you’re all so cool, and it’s really nice that you let me join you today,”  Oh god, you were as amazing as he’d said. Not only were you kind, but you were every bit prettier than she’d even imagined. Iwaizumi looked over at you and grinned and it made her so jealous that you could completely steal his attention with the tiniest gesture if you so desired, because everything about you was so mesmerizing, she caught herself staring. 

“No need to thank us,” Iwaizumi smiled, pushing your shoulder playfully; you blushed and she looked at you as you looked up at her. 

“Hello y/n,” she said with a smile that she wished she was forcing, “It’s nice to meet you!” 

“It’s nice to meet you too!” you smiled back. She swore she could’ve been blinded by the radiance you emitted, it was truly no wonder he had feelings for you, in all honesty she thought it might be crazier if he didn’t. 

“Shall we be on our way ladies and Iwa-chan?” Oikawa grinned, wiggling his brows at you and Iwa, who gave him a well-deserved smack on the back of the head. You giggled, “Hey!” Oikawa complained, “Don’t laugh!”

“Don’t get smacked,” You teased with a sly shrug. 

Dear god you were perfect for him.

-

“Watcha’ got there, Hajime?” the girl asked as the boy pulled out a folded piece of notebook paper from his locker. His cheeks turned pink for just a second, covered quickly by a click of his tongue.

“It’s a letter for his girlfriend!” Oikawa teased, coming up behind them, “Right, Iwa-chan?” she grimaced at the word, her heart sinking into the pit of her stomach as she looked down at her feet.

“She’s not my girlfriend, Crappykawa!” he shouted, folding his arms over his chest in momentary annoyance. 

“Not yet,” the brunette teased, and if she were to be completely honest, she wasn’t sure which one of them he was trying to provoke, “That’s a love letter right?” Oikawa leaned in to look at the folded paper; Iwaizumi shoved him away, “Or is it another poem?” 

Iwaizumi’s head snapped up, “Shut up!” he grumbled, then turned to the girl, “Do you think you could drop it off in her locker later?” he asked her hesitantly. Oikawa chuckled to himeself, wondering how his best friend could be so casually cruel to the girl. 

“Sure!” she replied, her heart breaking to the gentle smile that spread across his lips.

“Thanks,” he muttered, handing her the paper; it was just a piece of paper wasn’t it? Then why did it feel like a weapon that could tear her apart on the inside with just a single curious glance? That lone piece of paper held the power to leave her heart in shambles. 

She nodded, “No problem!” 

How could she be so cruel to herself?

-

“So,” she started hesitantly, tilting her head towards you. In the past weeks, you’d actually grown rather close, and as much as it pained her to admit, she’d grown quite fond of you, “I’m glad you came over tonight, I know you’ve been busy with school work and your club stuff,” she said.

You smiled at her, “I know you’ve been pretty busty too, so thank you for having me!”  giving her a small wave, you opened her front door 

She nodded with a clenched her jaw, bracing herself for the words that were about to come out of her mouth, “Hey,” Iwaizumi had asked her to find out who you liked, he even made a stupid bet with Oikawa about it. He was so sure that you liked him, he swore that there was no way all those stolen glances didn’t mean anything. When he talked about it, it made her wonder why he was so blind to her feelings. 

“Yeah?” you asked, unaware of the flashing bitterness in her eyes.

She swallowed hard, “You have feelings for Hajime, right?”

You blushed and looked down, “Wow, is it that obvious?” she nodded, “Yeah,” you said, “I guess it is,” a soft smile played at your lips, “You think he likes me too?” She froze. Even though she should have seen it coming, she couldn’t help but feel unprepared to answer that question.

For more reasons than one. 

She didn’t want to steal her best friend’s big moment, he really should be the one to tell you, but it would crush you if she told you he didn’t or that she didn’t know; and that was her problem. She wanted to want to crush you, to completely leave you devastated and heartbroken so that you’d break his heart too and he’d go to her and realize that it had always been her, but she couldn’t find it in herself. Even if she could, it would never be her, always you.

You were good for him. He was more confident when you were around. When you showed up to his games, he always played better. He was happier too, smiling a lot more, especially when you laughed at his jokes and antics. 

She settled on, “Well he talks about you a lot,” with a small smile that she almost couldn’t force onto her face. 

You smiled and blushed, trying to hide your obvious excitement as you left her house without another word. 

She called Iwaizumi right away to tell him the good news.

Good news for him, at least. 

-

The next day at school, Iwaizumi was sweating buckets. Finally, the last bell had rung and he was on his way to meet you behind the gym like he’d asked, the girl following him for moral support.

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous,” he said, “I’m not even this nervous before a game,” she knew why. It was because he was head over heels for you, and even though he knew you had feelings for him, he couldn’t shake the fear of confronting you about it. Your pretty eyes looking into his would certainly be enough to make him weak in the knees, and he imagined himself a stuttering mess the second he opened his mouth in front of you; he groaned in frustration and stopped in his tracks, “I can’t do it,” 

“What?” she asked, silently hoping that maybe he’d realized you weren’t the one, “Why not?” somehow she already knew she was wrong.

Then he sighed, “She’s just so perfect, I want this to go just as perfect, but I don’t think I can do that,”

She felt a pain in her chest, “You have do do it,” she spat her words out like they were poison in her mouth, it felt wrong betraying her heart. 

Iwa nodded firmly, “You’re right,” he took a deep breath and started walking again towards the place he’d told you to meet him. He knew you’d be there, but when he saw you, Iwaizumi stopped and felt like he could drop dead any second. 

“You wanted to talk?” you asked, a glimmer of confidence in your eyes.

“Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “So, listen-”

Before he could get even a word in edgewise, you grabbed his face and pulled him in for a kiss. He tensed at first, but only for a brief moment before he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. 

The girl watched with a heavy heart from behind the wall, her head just peeking around the corner, “Finally,” she jumped at the sudden voice, “I was scared he’d chicken out.”

“He was going to,” she grumbled as she turned to the tall brunette.

“Oh?”

“He was really nervous, but I told him he had to do it,” she explained, wondering to herself why she’d encouraged the breaking of her own heart. 

“If you love something, let it go, right?” Oikawa sighed and she realized that he’d put it better than she could have thought to at the moment.

She watched as Iwaizumi smiled and held your face in his hands, gently stroking your cheeks with his thumbs; you blushed and wrapped your hands around his wrist, smiling back at him. 

“Right.” 

___

Kenma

Kenma really likes you, but I’m sorry, he never talks about you

The only reason she knows he likes you is because one day she’s like, “don’t you have a crush on anyone?”

and he’s just like, “y/n is really cool,” 

She knows that means he really likes you 

She’s crushed but doesn’t show it because she’s scared of him finding out she likes him

She starts talking to you a lot more after she finds out about his feelings for you

Asks you to help her study hoping Kenma will join

Kenma didn’t ask her to, she just does because she knows he’s way too shy aww

She doesn’t even try to hate you to be honest, she’s actually almost excited, because Kenma actually smiles when you’re around. 

She wished he were smiling at her though

She’s really good at hiding her feelings for him

He’s lowkey jealous of how much time you spend with her bc of your study sessions 

so he confronts her about it one day

She’s like ??? You know you could just come study out with us ??? 

He says he’s not up for it but Kuroo has his ways 

Y’all have a group study session and you guys are really tense like, it’s hella awkward.

Things get a little better by the end though 

You start hanging out with their group more often after that

One day she invites you both to this arcade but then at the last minute she dips and makes up an excuse for why she couldn’t go

That was Kuroo’s idea

After hanging out one on one Kenma is like in love aww

He gets home that night to her and Kuroo waiting for him BECAUSE THEYVE BEEN FOLLOWING YOU GUYS THE WHOLE NIGHT

He’s like ¿? But tells them about how it was a great time and he REALLY likes you

“we been knew”

I think she knows he’ll never like her, so I don’t think she really gets her hopes up and she doesn’t try to sabotage you or anything

It still hurt like a buttcheek on a stick when she saw you kissing him

“That should be me holding your hand that should be me making you laugh that should be me this is so sad”

“Kenma,” she asked quietly as her and the boy tapped away at a game, both pairs of eyes fixed on the screen. 

“Yeah?” Kenma replied after a couple of seconds, trying not to lose his focus on the game. 

“Why don’t you have a girlfriend yet?” she was trying to maybe drop a couple of hints, and nudge him towards the idea of him having a girlfriend and it being her. She hadn’t expected him to pause the game and look at her though. 

��You sound like Kuroo,” he said flatly, “Why do I need a girlfriend? It’s not like I could get one anyway,” the boy shrugged and fiddled with the controller in his hands.

She frowned, “Don’t say that,” He shrugged again, and she took the chance to dip her toes in the water, “is there anyone catching your eye though?”

“What do you mean?” He asked blankly.

“Like, a crush!” She rolled her eyes and set down the controller, “is there anyone you like?” the girl felt her heart beathing out of her chest when he smiled softly and only for a brief second.

“I think y/n is really nice, you know, the girl in out Japanese Lit class?” He mumbled, a blush spreading across his cheeks, almost covered by his hair.

“Oh!” She pulled her toes out of the metaphorical water as her heart sank into the pit of her stomach, “right, y/n,” she said, “she’s really nice!” Kenma nodded and turned his attention back to the game, clicking the play button.

A small sigh escaped her lips as she continued, spamming the different buttons mindlessly, too heartbroken to care about the game anymore.

“You suck,” Kenma noted.

For the rest of the time they sat and played in silence.

-

“y/n, do you think you could help me out with this question?” The girl leaned in towards your desk and pointed to one of the many questions on the assignment. Kenma watched silently from a couple desks behind both of you.

“Sure!” You said leaning closer to her; you smelled nice and that was the first thing she noticed. It was like she short circuited the moment she drew in a breath, she wondered if you were some magic creature like one she’d seen while playing video games with Kenma,“Wait, which one was it?” You asked sheepishly, snapping her out of her daze.

“Oh,” she shook herself lightly, “number nineteen,” she said, pointing to the question on the paper.

“Ah! This ones not too bad,” you smiled and went on to explain, which she only half picked up on because she was too busy staring at you, “You got it?”

She nodded absentmindedly, “Yeah, thanks!”

“Anytime,” you smiled and shifted your focus back onto your work.

“See you after school, right?” she asked with a smile.

You nodded, “Of course!” For a couple weeks, you had been helping her study for the Japanese Lit midterm in the library after school. After she found out Kenma liked you, she thought it might be a good way for him to get to know you better. 

Her plan hadn’t gone exactly according to plan though, Kenma never actually stayed for the study sessions which left her alone with you. At first, she’d tried to find it in herself to be disgruntled, but you were just so kind to her, and so helpful, she couldn’t resent you, and you’d actually gotten rather acquainted with each other. 

After class, she was still packing up a few moments after the bell, and Kenma stood by her desk, an irritated expression on his face. She looked at him, confused, “Are you okay?” 

“Fine,” he shrugged as she stood up and they walked out of the classroom together in silence.

“y/n’s really sweet,” she said, trying to get him talking. He only hummed and nodded in agreement. The girl knew something was wrong, but for the life of her she couldn’t figure it out, and he surely wasn’t telling her, so she persisted, “you know, if you wanna get to know her you could join our study session after school today,” it felt like the millionth time she’d suggested that.

“No thanks,” he shrugged.

The girl frowned, “Well fine,” she grumbled, “Why are you so cranky?” 

“It’s nothing,” he said.

She shot him a glare, “It’s obviously not nothing,”

“Let’s drop it okay?” 

The girl looked down, “Kenma, just tell me,” he eyes were sad and she felt like nothing at all, nothing if her best friend didn’t trust her with his feelings, “I’m your friend aren’t I?”

The boy sighed in defeat, “You’ve been talking to y/n a lot, and I guess I’m just a little jealous,” he admitted, “of how easy it is for you, I want to talk to her like that too,” 

Her heart sank into the pit of her stomach. He was jealous of her? To be frank, it made her a little irritated that she was putting in so much effort to get to know you just so he could too, and he had the nerve to say he was jealous. She’d invited him countless times to your mini study sessions at the library after school, and he’d declined all of them; you probably thought he hated you by the way he seemed to avoid you like the plague. And as much as it pained her to know that he was pining for a girl that wasn’t her, she wanted him to be happy, she loved when he smiled, even if the smile wasn’t for her. 

“Well, if you don’t hang out with her, you’re never gonna get to know her,” she huffed, “and if you never get to know her, how do you expect her to like you back?” 

“I don’t really,” he shrugged, “I’m okay admiring from a distance,” 

She rolled her eyes, “You always settle for less than you could have,” he looked at her, “Whatever, Kenma,” annoyed, she sped away to her next class, leaving him alone and a bit confused. 

The girl was angry, and as she did her assignment during the last class of the day, she found it hard to focus. She was bothered by the fact that she’d gone so far for her friend, disregarding her own feelings, just so he had a chance at happiness, and he was completely rejecting her efforts. 

“Uh, you good?” a voice came from behind her, shaking her from her thoughts. She frowned as she turned around, “Jeez, what’d I do?” 

A sigh left her lips, “Sorry, Kuroo,” she said, “I’m just in a bad mood,” 

He hummed, “Did Kenma tick you off?” She nodded, “What is it this time, he doesn’t see your obvious feelings for him?” the boy smirked and the girl blushed, getting even more annoyed by the third year’s teasing. 

“Shut up,” the girl said, “At least I can talk to him without mentioning the periodic table,” she sneered.

 He looked at her with raised brows, “Tough talk for someone who can’t even name the first fifteen elements.”

She frowned, “Says the third year who’s taking a second year English class,”

“Touche,” he nodded slowly, leaning forward, “Look, if you want, I can talk to him,” 

Her expression shifted, “Wait, really?” 

“Yeah, maybe I can talk him into going to the study thing after school,” he shrugged. The girl smiled. Though she wanted to be the one to convince him, she figured this would have to be what she settled for. 

After the last bell rang, the girl dashed to the library, waiting for you at the entrance. You smiled and waved, offering her a greeting as you both walked in and unpacked at a table. 

“Hey ladies, have room for two more?” the girl lifted her head and frowned, looking at the pair. That certainly was not the plan she’d had in mind, playing third wheel was bad enough, but fourth wheel, really?

“Kuroo, don’t bother them, see, they’re busy,” Kenma said quietly, averting his gaze from you. 

“I don’t mind!” you cheered, looking over at the girl, “As long as you don’t mind,”

“Nope,” she glared at Kuroo, and he grinned, “I don’t mind.”

“See! They don’t mind Kenma,” the black-haired boy said, taking a seat next to the girl across from you, which forced Kenma to take the seat next to you. 

“Okay,” he said dully, carefully sitting down beside you, not daring to so much as steal a glance at you. 

Your brows furrowed in confusion and hurt for a moment. You wondered why he was so cold towards you, it wasn’t like you’d been mean to him, in fact, you’d tried especially hard to be nice to him during the few interactions you’d had, so it didn’t make sense. 

“y/n, can you help me with the second one?” the girl asked immediately, pulling you from your thoughts. You looked over at the quiet boy for just a moment before diverting your attention to her.

“Yeah,” you went on to explain the question and it’s answer while Kenma folded his arms and glared at Kuroo. 

“Hey, y/n,” Kuroo said. You looked up, “Kenma needs help on the fifth one,” Kenma’s glare became more intense and he kicked his friend from under the table. 

Your eyes fell on the boy and he just looked down at his paper, “Oh the analogies can be tough,” you said. 

He nodded simply, “Yeah,” 

You internally screamed at his lack of response, feeling a bit embarrassed, “So were you able to rule any out?” you asked, tapping your fingers on the table anxiously. 

“Well, I know it’s not ‘A’,” he said, still refusing to look at you.

“Okay! That’s good, so then take another look at the question, and figure out the context,” you explained, “these types of questions are all about context,”

He nodded and gave the question another look as you waited anxiously for his response, “Is it ‘D’?” he asked.

You nodded fervently, “Yeah! Nice!” A soft smile spread across his lips, and the girl across from you felt like her heart was being ripped out and dissected right in front of her. Though you probably hadn’t even realized it, you were making his day, he would be thinking about that moment for the rest of the night and she knew it; she wished it were her he thought about like that, though.

Noticing the expression on the girl’s face, Kuroo spoke up, “Hey, we’re gonna go get some drinks from the vending machine, you guys want anything?” 

“Oh sure,” you said, rummaging through your bag for some spare change. 

Kenma nodded and handed Kuroo enough for two drinks; his and yours. 

Kuroo raised a brow and smirked, “y/n, that’s alright, Kenma’s gotcha covered,”

“Oh!” you were beyond ecstatic, but you repressed the gigantic smile that wanted to force its way onto your face so you wouldn’t freak him out, “Thank you so much, Kozume!” you offered him a polite smile instead. 

Kenma nodded, “It’s no problem,” he said flatly, “you can call me Kenma, by the way,” 

You blushed lightly, but he didn’t really notice. The girl did though, and it made her lose all hope; he liked you and she was almost certain now that you liked him. 

“Well, we’ll leave you two to make out or whatever,” Kuroo teased and you blushed harder. 

“Kuroo, don’t say things like that,” Kenma said as his friends turned around. 

Kuroo laughed, but the girl could only think about one thing. 

In the six years they’d known each other, Kenma had never once paid for anything for her. 

-

It had been a few weeks since the group study session, and you’d gotten a lot closer to Kenma, Kuroo and the girl. Although the other two were nice, you had a special fondness for Kenma. Your heart raced whenever he talked to you, and when he said your name you swore you’d die of a heatstroke. You knew before that you found him attractive, but now, you had realized you were completely crushing on the boy and you thought it was obvious, but he hand’t seemed to pick up on it; if he had, he certainly hadn’t made any attempt to acknowledge it. 

A sigh escaped your lips at the thought that maybe he was just ignoring your feelings because he didn’t like you in that way. 

“y/n?” the boy mumbled. You were visibly startled by his voice, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” 

You shook your head and smiled, “It’s fine, just caught me off guard,” you had been waiting for him and the other two to show up and you had simply gotten lost in thought. 

“Uh, the others said they couldn’t make it today,” Kenma said sheepishly, “So if you don’t wanna go anymore, that’s okay,”

There was no way you were about to pass up a chance at alone time with Kenma, “No! I’d like to go still, if you’re okay with it,” it would be nice to spend time with him without Kuroo’s relentless teasing. 

“Oh,” he said, sounding a little surprised, “Yeah, it’s alright with me,”

“Cool!” You grinned, and started walking alongside Kenma. 

You were really nervous, and unbeknownst to you, so was he. Every time your hand would get too close to his, you’d both jerk away and look anywhere but each other and mumbling quiet apologies. 

“So,” you started, dreading the awkward silence that fell over you and him, “I’ve never been to this place, what’s it like?”

Kenma looked up at you, “It’s an old fashioned arcade,” he told you, a bit of excitement laced in his tone, “They have a lot of old games, I think you’ll like it,”

“I think I will too!” you said with a smile. He blushed and looked down, trying to quickly compose himself.

“Oh,” he pointed, “We’re almost there,” you could see the big sign and flashing lights and you grinned. 

As you walked in, Kenma held the door for you and you thanked him; it was a simple enough gesture, but it made your heart flutter. 

You spent hours and hours at the arcade, playing every game you saw, and competing at each one for the highest score; you lost almost all of them, but you managed to win a couple by pure luck, but with him, even losing made you happy. He also really enjoyed your time together, and you realized it was the first time you’d seen him laughing so much. 

After a long day at school, and a great night at the arcade, Kenma walked you home, and your heart felt warm when he said, “You know, I’m kinda glad it was just us tonight, I had a really great time with you,”

A huge smile spread across your lips, “I had a great time with you too,” your arms flew around him in a hug and as soon as you realized what you were doing, you pulled away and coughed, “Sorry,”

He smiled softly, “It’s okay, I didn’t mind,” your mouth hung open a bit as he took a shaky step towards you, his eyes meeting yours for the first time ever. You exhaled sharply, taken aback by how pretty and expressive his eyes were, “I uh...” he trailed off, breaking eye contact for just a moment, “I really like you, y/n,” he said.

You blinked a couple times and pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming, “Kenma,” he felt like dying when you said his name, he thought you about to reject him, so he braced himself but it never came, “I really like you too!” He smiled softly and you grabbed one of his hands, then got on your toes to give him a quick peck on the lips. His eyes shot open and fluttered shut all in the same second, “Wow,” you mumbled. He stared at you with wide eyes and an open mouth, “Oh no was that too soon?” You panicked. He just shook his head and you breathed a sigh of relief, “Oh, good,”

He stood there for a moment, collecting his thoughts before he was able to speak, “Goodnight y/n,” Kenma said, “I hope we can do that again,” a blush spread across his face and you nodded, a little giggle escaping your lips as he turned and walked away.

As soon as got home, Kuroo and the girl were waiting at his porch, “Well I think the jury’s reached their verdict, all in favor of Kenma being in love say ‘I’,” The boy furrowed his brows, “I can’t believe you didn’t notice us following you the whole night,”

“It was Kuroo’s idea,” the girl added quietly, and kenma could tell she was upset, but he couldn’t figure out what she was upset about. He chose to brush it off for the time being, too excited about what had just happened to let anyone get him down.

“Guilty as charged,” Kuroo said, putting his hands up on defeat, “So, are you guys dating now or what?” The girl nervously awaited the answer, though no matter the outcome, she knew she would be disappointed.

“Not yet, I don’t think,” Kenma said, “But I really like her a lot.”

Kuroo knew that.

She knew that.

But watching you kiss him from a distance, and hearing him say those words was a new realm of heartbreak.

“I’m really happy for you two, Kenma!”

She was happy for you both.

But she pitied herself too.

[preciouspeterbparker]

i wish i were

inspired by conan gray’s “heather”

warnings: stepsibling incest (not yet but that’s the whole premise), underage masturbation, underage sex, angst. peter’s like 16 and a half, Tony’s almost 18

word count: 2.2k

summary: peter’s in love with his big brother. no biggie. (spoiler alert: it’s a big deal)

(A/N: okay this has been living in my head rent free for over a month. i've written more, but it's not fully fleshed out yet. 

i figured i would post this and see if anyone is interested in reading it before i put a bunch more effort in lmao. this is filth. most of the angst comes later lololol (and more filth).

i hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think / if you'd like to read more!

- bloo)

PART ONE

Peter stands at his locker, desperately trying to blend in and remain unseen as he switches out his English textbook for Physics. The school year is basically over, given that it’s the last week of May but he’s still not comfortable in the junior-senior hallway. He’s always been the youngest (and therefore smallest) kid in most of his classes, given that he’s been in the ‘gifted & talented’ track since middle school. (He’s on track to graduate next year, taking his last few mandatory classes and completing an internship for additional credit.) This year, Peter feels even smaller than usual; maybe because most of the seniors are already eighteen, while as a sophomore, he isn’t even seventeen. He doesn’t have many friends this year, because of it. Ned moved away last summer because his dad got a new job, and, well, he’d never really needed more than Ned before. 

“Hey Pete-squeak,” comes a voice from behind, making him jump. Rolling his eyes, Peter pivots slightly to face the newcomer. The infestation of butterflies that he's been harboring for the past few months begins to flutter immediately, tickling the walls of his stomach as his cheeks flush lightly.

The voice belongs to a tall (or, well, taller than Peter, anyway), ridiculously handsome boy with dark hair and dark eyes, walking towards Peter with his hands in his pockets. The cheeky smirk on his face is all but permanent, but the small, genuine smile it slips into is something that Peter holds close to his chest, something that is typically reserved for him.  

Tony, his older brother, is pretty much Peter's favorite person in the world. Technically, he’s Peter’s step brother. Maria, his mom, and Peter’s dad Richard got married when Peter was a year old and Tony was almost three. They’d essentially spent their whole lives together; neither of them could really remember anything before. They’ve always been close, but that’s changed a little bit this year.

“Hey Tony,” Peter chirps, reaching back into his locker to grab his physics binder. He tries to act natural, even though he feels anything but. His heart’s going a mile a minute inside his rib cage. He feels a little ridiculous, he has for the past few months. Swallowing, he manages to sound relatively calm. “You read the last 2 chapters of Beowulf, right? Mrs. Herrera gave us a pop quiz last period.” 

The older teen groans. Closing his eyes, he throws his head back, a metallic thunk sounding as it collides with the locker he’s leaning back on. “Fucking hell. The final paper is due in like four fucking days! Is that not enough?” It’s quiet for a moment as Tony pauses before he opens one eye, cutting it to look at Peter. “What were the answers?” 

Peter snorts in response, shutting his locker. “Not happening, T.”  He pulls his phone out of his pocket to check the time and lets the left side of his body rest against the cool metal. Three minutes til the bell rings, and Mr. Riley’s class is right across the hall. So he’s essentially got three minutes to indulge himself and the fuzzy warmth that’s running through his veins. He loves any time he gets to spend with Tony. “You’re lucky I told you at all, be grateful.” 

Tony wrinkles his nose at him. “Rude,” he scoffs in mock offense. “I know you can remember them,” comes his teasing accusation. (And he’s right. Peter can recall the entirety of the quiz, but he’s still not going to enable Tony.) Then he pauses and raises an eyebrow at his younger brother. “Is that my sweatshirt?” The garment in question is a worn and slightly faded black Led Zeppelin USA 1977 crewneck sweatshirt. Peter’s wearing it over a charcoal and white check button-up. The sweatshirt is one of Tony’s favorite pieces of clothing, he wears it all the time (hence why Peter...borrowed it...without asking).

Having mentally prepared himself to be questioned at some point, Peter’s reply is already on the tip of his tongue. “Yeah, it ended up in my laundry and once I put it on it was too cozy to take off. And it looks good with these jeans and the button-up. And my boots. Trying out a new look,” he finishes, smiling as he pushes his glasses further up his nose. Tony often teased him about the thick, clear-but-slightly-pink frames, but Peter hadn’t wanted glasses at all (he doesn’t need any more reasons to be teased, thank you), but he likes these. They make him look cute, more feminine. More like someone Tony could want. 

“You’re right,” Tony smiles. One of his hands comes up to playfully ruffle at Peter’s russet hair. “Looks great on you, kid.” There’s warm affection in his voice. 

Peter feels his cheeks go hot again, and he wills the flush to go away. He can’t take compliments from Tony, now- they make him ache and preen simultaneously. He knows that Tony doesn’t mean it the way he wants. Peter knows that Tony would never speak to him again if he knew what was really going on inside his little brother’s head. The thought makes him sick to his stomach. 

Speaking of stomachs. “Hey,” he starts as he fingers through the papers in his physics binder, attempting to find the problem set that’s due today. “Did you ever catch up on Hell’s Kitchen? I’ve been rewatching episodes trying to wait for you, but you’re taking too long. You saw the episode where Gordon-” Peter’s heart falls to his stomach and he abruptly stops speaking when he looks up to notice that Tony isn’t looking at him anymore, barely seems to be listening. 

It falls completely out of his ass when he sees just what, just who, has stolen his attention. 

“Sorry, Pete, gotta go,” Tony mutters once he realizes that Peter’s stopped talking, shooting him a hasty smile and shoving off the navy metal. He skirts past Peter, a slight skip in his step as he makes his way down the hallway. 

Peter's swallows and clenches his jaw as he watches his brother walk straight to her, the bane of his existence. The reason he and Tony don’t spend as much time together anymore. The object of Tony’s affections. Pepper. She's...everything Peter wishes he could be, honestly. Tall, somehow a perfect mix of skinny & curvy, bright blue eyes, long strawberry-blonde hair. She's perfect. And not only in looks; she's also ridiculously smart. If Tony wasn’t valedictorian, she surely would be. She even volunteers at the local soup kitchen every weekend, and Peter’s pretty sure she reads to dogs at the animal shelter once a month. He hates that Pepper is so nice; he hates that he can't hate her without hating himself for it. 

As if he didn't have enough self-loathing already.

***

Peter exits the bathroom that connects his bedroom with Tony’s after gently flicking the lock on his brother’s door to disengage it, the soft ‘snick’ ridiculously loud in the quiet of the house. He’s the only one home; Mom and Dad are at some sort of event for Dad’s law firm, and Tony went to a party at Rhodey’s house. (Tony had insisted that Peter was invited, but he had to know that the younger would never go- why would he want to be surrounded by drunk, horny, belligerent teenagers? The last thing he wanted to see was Tony and- )

There’s a dark gray towel loosely wrapped around his waist, so loose he has to clutch it in his hand to keep it from falling. He closes his own bathroom door behind him and drops the towel, digging through his underwear drawer to pull out a random pair of plaid boxers. 

After sliding them on, the brunette takes a deep breath and lays back against the pillows, arms behind his head. He tries to consciously relax his muscles, the tension of the day not having melted away during his shower like he had hoped. Time for Plan B. It’s never let him down before. Peter reaches for his phone and unlocks it before swiping through his apps to open Spotify. The sound of “Dazed and Confused” fills the air through his speakers, and he sets it to repeat on a loop. It’s a little fucked up, the way he’s conditioned himself to respond to this song, but- Peter knows the whole thing is fucked up; he’s fucked up. 

Closing his eyes, he does the only thing he’s been capable of for months: he thinks of his older brother. 

He’s growing fond of the new facial hair Tony’s trying out; he wonders how it would feel against his skin. Which areas would be the most sensitive to its touch? His thighs? His neck? Peter’s head tilts back and to the side as he imagines wet, warm lips and the scratch of stubble. Just the thought, the phantom sensation, makes a soft mewl leave his mouth. It’s a little ridiculous how easy he can get himself going, when he thinks of Tony’s touch, of his body. Of his love. In his boxers, his cock shifts against his thigh as it begins to fill out. 

The sensual, plucky bassline and wailing guitars of the song drag along, and so does Peter’s breathing as he brings a hand up to pinch at one of his nipples. He imagines the way Tony would tease him until he was whining, begging for release. He supposes it wouldn’t be dissimilar to his older brother’s typical manner of playfully taunting him. Maybe Tony would pin him down like he did when they were younger, climb on top of him and hold him there with the muscles he’s gained from boxing in the garage. The opportunities he’s had to see the older teen breathing heavy, shirtless and glistening with sweat, would be forever ingrained in his mind. The mental image sends more blood rushing south and his dick throbs as it quickly reaches full hardness, drawing a gasp from his mouth. 

Peter takes himself in hand, studying the details of his cock. He knows he’s not huge, but he’s at least on the larger side of average. It’s flushed a deep, mauve-y pink, and he traces the line of a vein on the side with the tip of his pinkie. A shiver shoots down his spine. He wonders how similar it is to Tony’s. Is he circumcised like Peter is? Is he bigger? Longer, thicker even? Sure, he’s seen him naked before, when they were younger changing or in the bath, but that stopped around the time Tony was seven or eight. 

(Tony and Peter had come home from school one day, and Peter’s head had been reeling over what he heard some older girls saying on the bus. He’d decided to ask Tony about it. His big brother knew everything. ...Mom & Dad caught them kissing in their bedroom. That was the end of bathing together, and Tony got his own room, too. Peter never forgot about the way his big brother’s lips felt against his own.) 

A bead of precum oozes out of his tip and Peter rubs his thumb over it, smearing the liquid over his cockhead. Robert Plant’s voice moans over the speaker and Peter echoes the sound as he slowly strokes himself with a loose grip, his hole tightening around nothing. Biting his lip, he hesitates before slipping his left pointer finger into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it sloppily. Once it’s wet, he reaches down and gently presses the pad of his finger against the tightly furled muscle between his cheeks. His breath hitches as the sensation; he’s only touched himself down here a couple of times before. 

The tip of his finger begins to breach his opening and a whine leaves Peter’s mouth. It stings a bit so he tries to relax, muscles fluttering, making a mental note to grab some lube next time he goes to the drugstore. He wants to be able to stretch himself out more, to imagine Tony’s fingers, Tony’s cock, splitting him open and stuffing him full. Fuck-

Tightening his grip on the base of his cock, Peter grits his teeth and grunts softly as he pulls his finger from his ass. He can’t cum yet- he’s not done. He reaches under his pillow, pulling out the balled-up t-shirt that’s taken up residence there. The black fabric has faded in some spots, and the Black Sabbath logo is cracked and worn; it’s one of Tony’s favorite shirts. Peter brings the soft cloth up to his nose, fumbling with it to find the area with the strongest smell. There are hints of Tony’s Old Spice deodorant mixed with a scent that’s distinctly Tony, a warm, masculine musk that has saliva pooling in Peter’s mouth. Delirious, fucking his hand to the beat, he wishes he had dug a little further in the hamper, pulled out a pair of Tony’s briefs. 

That’s the thought that does him in. Peter cums into his fist, gasping his brother’s name, the sound getting muddled in the maelstrom of guitar and drums. Thick ropes of jizz splatter on his stomach and chest, entire abdomen heaving with his breaths. 

He wipes the mess up with Tony’s t-shirt before tucking the fabric back under his pillow for safe keeping.

to be continued???

[harrygroves]

The One Where Robin Knows (3/?)

Part Two

Billy doesn’t work at the pool anymore. He can’t stand being around water, being in the locker room where too much happened, staring at Heather and Karen and all those faces gawking up at him.

He works at the hardware store in town, sorting nails and hanging up hoses, pointing to aisles when customer’s bug him, hiding in the back where the paint cans are when he’s overwhelmed.

*

Steve’s being pushed-shoved, rather, down the street by Robin.

“Steve-Steven-look-just go in there!” She said, voice annoyed but a smile on her face. A smirk, really.

“R-Robin, for the love of-what the fuck am I supposed to ask for?”

“God, haven’t you ever done one handy thing around your house?” She says with a snort.

They’re just about in front of the window of the hardware store and Steve has a rush of panic shoot through his body. He tries to spin out of Robin’s reach but she grabs hold of his jacket.

“Oh no no no, you’re not going anywhere. You’re going to go in there and talk to him. Ask him for, like, a hammer or something.”

“A hammer.” He repeats, a bit mockingly.

“Figure it out, Steve. Just get him to come out with us.”

“This is so awkward, this is so awkward. This is physically hurting me, how awkward this is.”

“Wow, capital D-rama queen.” Robin says, gripping his arm. “If I didn’t know any better-”

She stops talking abruptly.

“What?” Steve asks.

“Nothing, just go talk to him.” She says with another shove, pushing him in front of the hardware store.

Steve gives Robin one last withering stare and she motions at him with her hands get going before pushing the door open. A little bell announces his arrival and he crosses his arms uncomfortably over his chest.

There’s no sound, literally it is a dead zone. Steve walks forward, deeper into the shop, glancing down aisles. Shouldn’t someone-Billy-be here?

He thinks he sees the flash of a red vest turning an aisle and quickens his pace.

He turns, walking down the aisle at a moderate pace, but when he gets to the end of it, no ones there. Steve looks up and down the empty back of the store, then realizes someone is standing very close behind him.

“Jesus Christ!” He shouts when he catches Billy in his peripheral vision, jumping to the side.

“Hey, Harrington. What could you possibly be doing here?” Billy asks, seemingly amused with Steve’s jumpiness.

“Billy. H-Hi.” Steve stammers out. He tries to come up with something, anything at all, but his mind is drawing a blank. “I. I need...a hammer.”

Billy takes a moment, ticks his head to the side, squints, like he’s examining Steve, before giving him a single nod. “Alright, come with me.”

Billy turns and leads him to the store’s selection of hammers. He waves a hand over the wall. “We got your standard, milled-faced, we got dead-blows, rubber mallets.”

Steve feels so stupid. This is all so stupid. He reaches out and grabs one at random.

“Wow. Whatever you’re doing must be important, to need a hundred dollar hammer.” Billy comments.

Steve’s got money, but his parents would flip out if he dropped a hundred dollars on a hammer so he quickly puts it back and opts for a wooden-handled, cheaper one.

Billy nods at his selection. “So...is that all?”

“Yeah!” Steve says, too enthusiastically.

Billy turns and starts walking towards the registers. Steve’s moment is slipping.

“Hey, wait, man.” Steve starts.

Billy pauses, turns to him. “Need some nails too?” He asks.

“No, no I...I was just wondering, if uh, if you wanted to hang out-”

Billy looks very confused.

“-with me and-and Robin. She would also be there.” Steve continues stammering, just an uncoordinated mess of eyes flickering all over the space around Billy but not exactly at Billy, gesticulating with the hammer, feeling like there’s a balloon in his chest, inflating too much, unable to breathe.

“Why?” Billy asks.

Steve hadn’t been expecting to explain himself.

He blinks, stupidly silent, and keeps trying. “We just...Robin, she...thought it’d be...fun.” The word is spoken with defeat.

Billy’s face is sort of caving in on itself, little by little the shutters in his mind are being pulled down, walls going up as he contemplates. He’s staring at Steve, almost angrily, and it makes Steve want to drop the hammer and run but he stays perfectly still, like if he doesn’t move Billy won’t see him panic.

His heart is racing.

“Okay.” Billy finally says.

Steve exhales sharply. “Okay! Alright, well. Cool. Very cool.”

“Very cool.” Billy repeats stoically.

“Yes.” Steve nods. “So. Great. I’m gonna. I’ll go now.”

He walks forward, around Billy, breaking into a quick pace.

“Hey. Hey Harrington!” Billy shouts after him.

Steve turns, clutching the hammer to his chest.

Billy nods at him, at the hammer. “Did you need that, or?”

Steve looks down at the hammer, surprise passing over his face. He’d forgotten about it.

“Uh, no. I do not, h-here.” He says, extending out his arm to hand Billy the hammer.

He takes it and once again looks amused.

“See ya!” Steve says cheerfully.

He bolts for the door, and Robin’s standing there, pressed against the glass, looking inside the shop. She holds a thumb up with a questioning face. Steve wants to die. God, what if Billy had seen her?

He pinches his face into a small smile and holds his thumb up.

Robin starts jumping up and down. He needs to get her away from the store immediately.

Part Four

[gaudiasolis]

Hidden Spaces

So I’ve never written anything before but after reading SW and then literally any related fic I can find I have become, in short, a little obsessed. I thought that I would give it a whirls so pls be nice - here’s some anxious Lo. Also, I have nothing more than GCSE french so apologies in advance. 

Credit ofc to the amazing @lumosinlove

cw:anxiety (please let me know if there are any more or I should do that differently - this is my first post - I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable!) 

Logan had been feeling off for the last couple of days. It had snuck up on him, that familiar gnawing sensation in the pit of his stomach. The first sign that it wasn’t going to go away was this morning, as he moved on autopilot round the kitchen trying to make his morning coffee. Both his boys were already up and pottering about getting ready for practice, Logan, however, had been up for hours. He was ready and had been for almost an hour but he was stuck in his head, his mind spinning faster than his body could move. 

This feeling wasn’t new and he suspected that it wouldn’t be going away any time soon but he stuffed it down and out of his mind knowing that he could buy himself some time with a distraction, something to nudge his mind away from a complete spiral. 

Unbeknownst to Leo and Finn, Logan had been collecting a list of calming, panic relieving techniques hidden at the bottom of a shopping list note in his phone. Some of the tips had come from Heather, the Lion’s sport therapist, but most were things he had picked up over the years from tv shows, social media and many, many google searches. This list didn’t need to be a secret, in fact, Lo knew that sharing some of these things with his boyfriends would probably help all of them but for some reason it had started out a secret and he had kept it that way. 

He reached for his phone now, hearing the soft chattering of Leo and Finn as they brushed their teeth in the bathroom down the hall. The slight shake of his hand should have been the next tip off that this day wasn’t going to go to plan. It took a couple of goes to unlock his phone with his hands sweating but he got it open and found the note, moving his finger harshly up the screen and watching the words blur until they stopped moving revealing a random, and hopefully helpful technique. This one read: break down tasks into simple actions and give yourself the instructions. 

Okay, Logan thought, splaying his hands out on the cool countertop, take a deep breath in, you can do this. He started following the simple instructions in his head to make some coffee for the car ride into Hogwarts: fill the kettle and turn it on, get the travel mug from the draining board, get out a spoon, now the instant coffee granules, and just as he got to ‘get the milk out of the fridge’ his anxiety bubbled too high and he felt his eyes begin to water. 

“Lo, you almost ready to go?” Finn called from the living room. Logan took a deep breath through his nose and replied “Yeah just a sec” hoping that the others couldn’t hear the slight wobble in his voice. It must have worked because Finn’s acknowledging “okayyyyyy” was practically sang back at him as he shoved the lid on the travel mug, still only containing instant coffee grounds but that was the least of Lo’s worries now. 

The car ride into Hogwarts felt like it took forever with Finn sitting shotgun and singing along to the morning radio. Lo could tell that Leo suspected something was up. Normally, Lo would put up some kind of argument about sitting in the back, but this morning he’d just climbed in and put his seatbelt on without a word otherwise. 

Leo’s eyes met his in the rearview mirror as he backed out of the driveway in front of their apartment block. The concern on Leo’s face was clear and Lo didn’t think he could handle being asked if he was alright so he turned his head and pointedly stared out of the window for the rest of the ride, his hands almost white as they clutched his travel mug looking for some kind of grounding, something to feel to bring his focus back. 

The moment they pulled into Leo’s parking spot in Hogwarts Logan was out of the car, leaving his hockey stuff and his boys behind him, ignoring the concerned shouts from Leo and Finn as he took off across the car park.

Lo wanted to run, to hide, to get away from anyone who might ask him questions, want him to talk. However, Logan was well prepared to hide in Hogwarts stadium. One of the first things he had done upon being drafted was explore and make note of all the nooks and crannies that would perfectly fit a Logan shaped hockey player in need of hiding. 

The only person who had ever been able to find him was Dumo, and he made sure not to go anywhere that Dumo had found him before. So Lo kept walking, legs shaking, until he found himself almost at the top of the stadium, right in the nosebleed seats, he picked a row of seats where he could see the doorway but anybody on the rink couldn’t see him and sat down hard on the floor breathing long ragged breaths. 

The look on Leo and Finn’s faces as they rushed into the locker room stopped Dumo in his tracks from where he was stood chatting to Sirius by his stall - “Ça va?”. Dumo looked expectantly behind the pair as their eyes raked back and forward across the room - searching. “Où est Logan?” Dumo asked quietly but sternly. 

The busy locker room continued to bustle around them with only Dumo and Sirius keyed into the presence of a potential situation. Finn opened his mouth to speak but ended up taking several short breaths and swallowing hard as he stumbled out the words “He didn’t - didn’t come in here?”.

Leo placed a hand on Finn’s shoulder and gently took his kit bag from him, dropping it to the floor next to where he’d put his and Lo’s. He spoke softly “He’s here somewhere, he has to be. It’ll be fine” the concern in his voice came through as he practically whispered the last bit “- we’ll just go and look around a bit- right Fish?” The four of them left the locker room, with Dumo stopping to catch coach in the hallway and explain what they were doing. Coach Weasley nodded asking Dumo to let him know when they found Lo but otherwise the four of them were excused from practice that morning. 

Leo and Finn practically sprinted off down the hallway, with Dumo and Sirius having to run and catch hold of them - “We need a plan” Sirius said clearly still grasping Finn’s arm. Finn’s head turned to Dumo - “You know where he normally goes right? Where should we be heading?”. Dumo rattles off the list of places he’s found Lo in before and suggests they split up with Leo and Finn starting in the basement and working up and him and Sirius doing the opposite and working their way down from the top.  

Logan wasn’t even sure he was awake anymore - wasn’t sure he was present in this world. All he could think about was trying to breath, the cold concrete floor leaching warmth from him. The world around him had become a constant buzz with sounds blending together - he could distinguish shouts from the rink and tried to focus on putting names to voices. He could hear James, for sure, his laugh echoing across the stadium as he teased someone - Kasey maybe? Talker? 

He thought he could hear Sirius but the voice was off. It wasn't a shout, it was too quiet. “Logan, Lo, hey Logan can you hear me?”. That was definitely Sirius. “You’re okay, hey Lo, just breath, it's me Cap - you’re okay.” Logan could feel himself coming back, his mind chasing Sirius’ voice grounding him. Sirius’ voice, softer than he’d ever heard it kept repeating comforts and reassurances. Then Lo could hear another voice - this one he knew instantly - this one meant home and safety - Dumo. 

Lo’s fingers still tingled as he tried to move them - to get some sort of sensation back. Suddenly warm hands were wrapped around his slowly rubbing them and the familiar smell of the Dumais household appeared around him. “Mon fils - c’est moi - peux-tu m'entendre?” 

Lo opened his eyes to the familiar loving face of Pascal Dumais and felt the slow calming relief of safety as two arms scooped him up into a hug. Lo sat like that, curled up silently sobbing, in Dumo’s arms as Sirius pulled out his phone to call Leo and Finn. 

Lo could hear the frantic voices of his boyfriends coming from Sirius’ phone as he reassured them that Lo was okay. Lo whined slightly, his heart and breathing rate rising and his face falling - Dumo quickly moved to reassure him that it was fine and that Leo and Finn were just worried and Lo didn’t need to worry about that. 

Sirius nodded to Dumo and said something Lo didn’t quite catch - Dumo leaned down and asked softly if Lo thought he could walk yet - with Lo’s slight shake off the head Dumo lifted him up and the three of them made their way down through Hogwarts to meet Leo and Finn at the car park with Sirius jogging ahead and sending anyone they came across in the other direction. 

As Dumo approached Leo’s car the sound of his boyfriends voices roused Lo and he reached out his arms for Finn to take him. The soft warm love of his boyfriends’ radiating his way with the comforting murmur of reassurances whispered into his ear as Finn attempted to climb into the backseat without relenting his hold on Lo. Leo pressed a soft kiss to his forehead and climbed into the driver's seat. Dumo moved to close the door fixing Lo with a loving look - “call me any time, mon fils - you always have a home with us, oui - je t’aime toujours”. 

The rest of the day was spent with the boys curled up on their sofa, Lo squished between his loves, with lots of cuddling and soft kisses as they binge watch all three Bridget Jones films letting Lo know that he’s always loved and can take his time talking or not talking about what’s going on.

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😆 OKAY SO I got enough roses from enough people that I’m going to completely ignore the “one sentence” thing and I’m going to post a few paragraphs from multiple WIPs all in this post.

Thank you to everyone who sent a rose, you’re all lovely ☺️

WIP quotes under the cut:

From a college cheerleading ABO AU I haven’t posted yet:

He smelled amazing.

Like spring mornings after a rain. Like the sweet meringue on top of a lemon pie. Like a feeling that Billy couldn’t place, that lodged itself between his ribs like a switchblade knife.

The lockers rang with a dull metallic thud as Steve’s pretty head rested back against them, half-lidded doe eyes watching Billy.

So trusting.

The switchblade twisted as it slid deeper inside.

...

Billy kissed him like it was a demonstration, like he needed to show Steve just how good he would take care of him, fill him up and leave him breathless.

Steve whimpered and bucked his hips and Billy lost his cool.

He wrapped one desperate hand around the thigh lifted to his hip.

Then, he let it slide. Higher and higher, pausing when Steve gasped as Billy nipped at his lips.

The stiff material of his skirt caught on Billy’s knuckles as he crept underneath.

Steve was so warm, here. Burning hot.

Billy had put his hand on the stovetop once, burns aching for days afterward.

He never learned.

From Til I See The Light:

Steve watched in silence as Billy started shoving his things into a garbage bag. Fucking quality, hefty shit, too. Thick black plastic with motherfucking drawstrings. Billy hadn’t even known that trash bags could be luxurious before Steve.

Steve turned around and walked to the closet, trying to give Billy some room to breathe, maybe. Funny thing was, the further he went away, the harder it was for Billy to get some fucking air. Yeah, that shit was hilarious.

...

He’ll take whatever scraps of affection he can claw out of this mess, hold them tight to his chest, turning them over and over in his hands in the cold nights ahead.

From HIGA:

Robin looked up at Heather leading her calisthenics class and promptly dropped the cooler, spilling ice and Capri sun pouches everywhere.

Steve leaned in, keeping his voice down even though the screaming kids splashing all around them was enough to keep from being overheard. “Do you want me to, like, introduce you?”

Robin slapped him on the arm with a scandalized gasp, Steve would have laughed at the look on her face if his arm wasn’t so sore. “Oh my god, Steve! No! No way. She would probably think I’m a total dweeb or something.”

Steve bit his lip as he took in her oversized Hawaiian shirt and zinc streaked nose.

“Well, yeah. But Heather thinks everyone is a dweeb.”

From the next installment in my Little Red Corvette series:

Jim pushed off the couch with a grunt at the sound of the doorbell, yanking the door open to glare at whoever was on the other side.

It was Steve Harrington, with a fucking bouquet of flowers held behind his back, shiny clean face as nervous as it was hopeful.

“Hey, chief. Is Billy around?”

Just, full of as much youthful optimism as you could stuff into a striped polo shirt.

Jesus.

From the Christmas special for TMHT:

Billy hated Christmas.

It was a stupid, smarmy, commercialized shitfest for annoying families with ugly children to pretend that their pathetic lives were a-okay for one shitty, horrible day of the year.

But Steve.

Steve loved Christmas.

And Billy loved Steve.

So it looked like Santa’s workshop had thrown up all over the apartment.

Because every time Billy hung so much as a single piece of tinsel, Steve’s face lit up like the sun.

And Billy was as helpless before him as all those poor suckers who used to worship the damn thing.

So that was how Billy Hargrove, Christmas hater, ended up wrestling an eight foot tree three times his width into a fucking elevator.

“Goddamn motherfucking piece of pine-scented shit! Get. In. There.”

The doorman of their apartment building, Johnny, leaned up against one of the ostentatious columns in the lobby with his arms crossed, laughing at Billy as the doors tried to shut on him and his tree for the third time.

Johnny had offered to help at first, but Billy had snapped at him, and now he was enjoying the show like an asshole.

From Let’s Get Physical:

Steve was tall and hairy and had broad shoulders and he really didn’t care what Alphas thought about it.

Bunch of knot-heads.

He was going to the gym to get strong, even broader if possible.

No one was gonna fuck with him again.

He was tired of it.

The leering customers trying to get a look down his shirt, the ones that asked to buy an ice cream cone only to hand it back to Steve with a sleazy wink and a “why don’t you eat it for me, and I’ll just watch?”

That’s it for now!

I have several more WIPs for both harringrove and other fandoms but I thought this was a decent sized sampling. Thanks for playing with me!!!

[iguessilovebakugou]

Beautiful  ||  {Dabi/F!Reader}  ---  Heathers: The Musical --  Cause I’m a stupid fuck who can’t control themselves

Me:  *Doesn’t post anything for 2 years*

Also Me when Dabi is on screen at any point ever:   👁👄👁

I’m also throwing this out there because like...I highly doubt anyone still looks at my blog, so I can hide my fucking shame that I’ve been thinking of this idea on and off for almost 2 years now. 

Now...spoilers under the cut because I have to explain some things...

I know they just recently announced that Dabi “died” when he was a kid.  So I will have to specify that I’m aging him up to be 17, since that would just...make sense?  

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“Venti salted caramel coldbrew, extra foam.”

There was a raid against villains that day.  It had been the only thing anyone could talk about.

You had overheard the editors talking about it as they made their coffee.  It was a good thing, right, that they were taking the fight to the bad guys?  That not all hope had been lost?  Most people just wanted an ounce of good news.  Some confirmation that the way of things would hold strong - a nice sugar coat to swallow the hard pill.  Though, it seemed like all any report worth their salt - you included - could discuss was the fall of society, what people were going to do if...or...when, rather, the heroes were yanked from their spot light and cast down in the dirt with the rest of civilization.  

You weren’t a giant fan of them, considering, but you understood the necessity for someone to hold the mantle - someone who guaranteed the safety the mass populous required to keep them from falling to complete anarchy.

Your phone buzzed as a message appeared at the top, blocking the article’s title from view.  Your boss, Fumihiro...again...for the 8th time since you left the office.  

[INCOMING MSG] ::  Where are you right now?

“Venti salted caramel cold brew, extra foam for...”

Your brows furrowed, your stance shifting from one foot to the other.  

[OUTGOING MSG] ::  Getting the coffee.

[OUTGOING MSG] ::  Why?  Want me to get you something?

Heroes.  The way of things.  Society.  

Most people didn’t seem to care too much about it once their phones locked and it was out of their line of sight.  When the terrible wasn’t in your face, it was easy to forget that everything hung on a tiny thread that was always threatening to snap.  It was hard, you figured, to care about the state of the world when you were more concerned about mundane matters that were pressing in the moment.  The rest of the world seems small when you have everything else to pressure you.  It was easy to forget.

[INCOMING MSG] ::   www.wtxz319.rdio.com/live/93901_error

[INCOMING MSG] ::  u need to watch this

You wished you could forget about it.  Wished that it hadn’t been looming over your head since...well...

Your thumb hovered over the link, the screen went black and a stream started loading.  Some radio podcast?  You read the title:  ENDEVOUR TAKING ON U-A’S BEST AND BRIGHTEST?! UNLIKELY SON AND FATHER DUO?

“Venti salted caramel cold brew, extra foam!!”

Your heart leapt up into your throat as your eyes met the kid behind the counter.  He paused only a moment before using his fingers to nudge your drink closer to edge.

“Oh.  Sor-”

“Have a good one.”  

You locked your phone as you shoved it into your back pocket, grabbed your drink and made a beeline towards the door.  The streets were busy, given the hour. You had just enough time to get back to the office and finish your article on  before the evening - just enough time for an editor to look it over, to do some quick fixes and-

You phone buzzed again, and Fumihiro’s face once again flashed on the screen.  

[INCOMING MSG] ::  Did you see it?

[INCOMING MSG] ::  We need to be the first people on this.  I don’t care about what else you were working on.  This is more important.  

You stopped at the crosswalk, staring at your phone and ignoring the woman who had to move around you with a huff.  But...you were so close to getting to the meat of what the Safety Commission was hiding.  You were so close getting to the heart of it all and, maybe - just maybe - throwing away some of the uncertainty that was hanging over everyone’s head after All Might’s retirement.  

After the weeks you spent staking out police stations, hounding hero agencies, digging through dumpsters for any shred of proof the Pros and Police were hiding something - the favors you had to call in for breadcrumbs and scraps alone?!  And just like that, he wanted you to drop it all?  For what?  Some stupid radio show speculation?

You didn’t hesitate to hit the phone icon in the upper corner, stomping towards the intersection.

“Hey-”  You cut Fumi before he could even finish your name.

“What do you mean ‘drop the article’?  Do you know-”

“I don’t care!  This is bigger!!”

“What’s bigger than-”

“Did you even watch the link I sent you?  Every station across Japan is getting hacked and it’s been playing on loop for a few minutes now on a few stations.  It’s slowly moving to others now.”

“Fumi what the hell are you talking about!?”

 “I, TOUYA TODOROKI, WAS BORN THE ELDEST SON OF ENDEVOUR.”

It...was hard to think for a moment.  Like a memory, reaching up from the dirt to grab you, to finally take you down to hell.  

That voice.

It felt like he was right in your ear, in your head.  It had been so long since he had done it to you, since he...no...not him.  He was dead.  His father confirmed it.  You confirmed it.  You knew he was gone and there was no bringing him back and - 

“I’VE KILLED OVER 30 INNOCENT PEOPLE UNTIL NOW.”

No.  No, no no no no it wasn’t in your head - because if it had been, the sound of blood pounding in your ears wouldn’t be able to mask it so well.  You froze, your hands shaking as your breath caught in your throat.  It couldn’t be him.  I couldn’t, it couldn’t...

“You need to get back to the office - I want you on this.  I already have a copy of it in case you can’t screen capture it -”

“I WOULD LIKE TO LET EVERYONE KNOW WHY I’D END UP COMMITING SUCH A HIDEOUS ACT.”

Because you’re a fucking monster.

Someone next to you stopped and looked up.  Then another and then another. You knew what they were looking at.  Who they were looking at.  And still, you couldn’t bring yourself to look up.  You couldn’t do it - not again.  Not now.  Not after so many years of him being dead and buried where he deserved to be.

But he always had a hold on you.  Something that drew you to him.  And so...you looked up.

And as your phone and drink clattered to your feet, you felt the world stop.

“...Touya?”

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September 1st, 20xx

Dear Diary - I believe I’m a good person.  You know?  Like, I believe there’s good in everyone.  But um...here we are!  First day of our Senior Year and I look around at the kids I’ve known for so long and I can’t help but think to myself - what happened?

You hadn’t really wanted to be friends with the Nori’s.  Not really.  They were stuck up snobs who made everyone below them miserable.  But there was a power to them that everyone respected.  You had been taught that knowledge held power.  And the Nori’s had power because everyone knew if you double crossed them, your life would be a living fucking hell.

“Ah, Nori and Nori.”

You grimaced into your knees as Nori Ueda vomited for a third time since you had been hiding out in the bathroom.  The teacher paused before sighing. “And Nori.  Perhaps you didn’t hear the bell?  You’re late for class.”

“Nori’s sick!  We’re helping her.”

You had given the low price of just sitting at their lunch table - once, no talking would be necessary - in the hopes people would leave you alone.  It was a simple fact of life:  Where there are teenagers, there are winners and there are losers.  And you had spent the majority of your High School career on the low end of the totem pole.  You were so low, in fact, it seemed talking to you was all but taboo.  Anything other than bullying, shoving into lockers, or calling out unfortunate break outs was strictly forbidden by anyone not wanting to suffer the same fate. 

But the Nori’s?  Solid Teflon: never bothered.  Never harassed like you had been.  They had a mystique, a pull, a confidence that couldn’t be matched.  And you would have killed to be like them.  

Perhaps that why you reached into backpack and yanked out the pad of hall pass papers.  

You opened the stall door and slipped out, making your wave over to the group.  Nori Ueda wiped her mouth.  Nori Makino was leaning against the bathroom counter, focusing on making sure her bright red lipstick was perfectly placed.  And Nori Kaneko?  She was staring down the teacher, hands on her hips, completely equal and completely ready to start a fight.  

The teacher laughed, so sure and so pleased that she had been the one to stumble upon the trio in the bathroom.   “Not without a hall pass, you’re not.  A week’s detention.”

“Uh...ma’am.”  Your voice trembled out and reverberated off the tiled wall.  It had been louder than you originally intended.  Everyone turned quickly to you, only for their attention to be immediately drawn to your outstretched hand you held.  “All of us are out on a hall pass...yearbook committee.” 

She snatched it from you.  For a moment, she simply glanced back between you, the paper, then the Nori’s, then back.  After a heavy moment, she nodded.  “It looks like you’re all listed.”

Nori Kaneko took it from the teacher, looking it over herself.  You tried not to make eye contact as she looked at you.  You instead focused on the teacher as she made her way towards the bathroom door.  “Hurry up and get where you’re going.”

You heaved a sigh of relief.

“This is an excellent forgery.  Who are you?”

You stuttered your name, shrinking under her sharp gaze.  “I uh...I crave a boon.”

“What boon?”  You weren’t sure if she was simply aggravated you had dared do more than answer the questions she asked or if the annoyance was just a constant manner of speaking for her.

You could forge anything thanks to your quirk - Copy.  All you had to do was see someone or something once or twice, focus on it as best as you could and like that, you could be that person.  From their mannerisms, their voice, to their penmanship.  Its why you stole the pad of hall passes, to skip class whenever you wanted, to have an excuse to be hiding out in the bathroom.  

It had worked...sometimes...

You stuttered out your name.  You could see the two Nori’s snicker in the background.  They had no clue who you were.  It was...somewhat insulting.  Their “friends” had done their best to make your life a living hell and yet you had flown under their radar.  

Your eyes darted between the three of them.  Nori Kaneko stared down at you, foot tapping and arms crossed as she took you in.  You couldn’t help but feel like a prey animal, stuck in the line of sight of the Apex Predator.

But your mama didn’t raise no quitter.  You swallowed and stood up just a bit straighter.  “Let me sit with you at lunch, once.  No talking necessary.  If...I mean, if people think you guys tolerate me, they might leave me alone.”

The laughter was instantaneous.  Kaneko looked back to the other two, her laugh light and condescending.  The audacity, it said.  The gall of you to ask to sit with them, of all people.  “Before you answer, I also do permission slips, report cards, and absent notes.”

“What about prescriptions?”

“Shut up, Nori.”

“Sorry, Nori.”  Ueda immediately slunk back to the shadows, gaze downcast.

Kaneka stepped forward and you thought for a moment she was going to shove you onto the floor.  You braced your feet, mentally preparing yourself for the force of her push...but it never came.  She was in front of you for a moment, and then the next, she was at your side.  She hummed under her breath and you could feel her eyes trail over your body.  Your school uniform a size too big, the bulky cardigan you had worn over it, the scuffed shoes and year old skirt.  Your hair was a mess, your face was bare, and you could hear the sound of your knees knocking together in fear.

“For a greasy little nobody,”  She started, reaching out a smooth hand and brushing some of your hair back and out of your eyes.  “You do have good bone structure.”

Nori Makino perked up, coming over to take a look at you.  She took your face in your hand, causing you to tense and try to pull away.  For a girl bordering 90 pounds soaking wet, her grip was rather strong.  “And a symmetrical face.”  

“A...huh?” 

“If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I would have matching halves.”  She looked back at you, nodding.  “That’s very important.”

“Of course,” Ueda added, glaring at you from over Kaneka’s shoulder.  “You could stand to lose a few pounds.”

You opened your mouth to argue, to gain some sense of control over the conversation - but like everything, Kaneko had the power.  She gripped your shoulders and turned you towards the mirror.  You tensed, feeling her arm wrapped around your shoulders.  You watched as she tilted her head this way and that before...smirking.  “You know...this might be beautiful.  Mascara, maybe some lip gloss and we might have something.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding once she moved away.  “I’ll need some blush, Nori, get your brush.”

You were frozen, watching as each item was brought out and laid on the bathroom counter.  A new jacket, skirt, perfume, a pallet of...color?  You gripped your bag, trying to figure out what on earth was going on.

“Take that thing off - it smells.”

The...thing?  You saw the Nori’s staring at you, waiting for you to comply.  You glanced down at your cardigan, pausing only a moment to sniff the sleeve.  It...wait, did it smell?  Would they lie to you?  You fumbled with the buttons, sliding it off your shoulders.  Makino snatched it out of your hands and before you knew it, it was tossed in the garbage.  

“Now, let’s make her beautiful.”

In that moment, you understood what was happening.  As Kaneko stepped forward, the smirk on her face, she watched you.  This...was an invitation.  Into their group.  Into the inner sanctum of popularity and the safety it brought.  No more bullies, no more humiliation, no more terror.  

“Okay?”

“Okay!”

They don’t tell you that being popular is more hell than it’s worth.   

You wouldn’t say you and the Nori’s were...friends.  It felt more professional than anything else.  You had a strict uniform you had to stick to - above what the school required.  Any accessory had to be approved by the trio. All meals had to be approved by Ueda - needless to say, the packed lunches your mother made every morning every morning included with a handwritten note never seemed to make the cut.  The make up you did every morning never was good enough.

They had high standards, more inline with a sort of...job than actual friendship.  In fact, over the past few weeks, it had been hard to tell if the three Nori’s were even friends to begin with.  There was definitely a power struggle between Kaneko - the obvious leader - and Ueda - who tried to exert her dominance every chance she could but was shot down by Kaneko.  Moniko was harder to figure out, more happy to follow than to lead.  She was...nicer than the other two, though you weren’t entirely sure if it was simply because she didn’t want the drama or if she just...simply didn’t understand that what she said held weight beyond being...noises in the air.

Dear Diary - It just seems like our job is being...popular and shit.

“There you are!”

When Kaneko wasn’t around Ueda was hardly as docile.  It was hard to tell she had thorns at all when she was standing next to the Cactus that was the head Nori.  But any chance she got, she made sure to inform you in less subtle ways that you weren’t welcome among the three of them.  

Which was obvious.  Your name wasn’t Nori.

You jumped as Ueda’s hand slammed your book shut on your fingers.  “Nori wants you in the caf - now.”  

Moniko hardly offered you a glance as you flexed the pain from your joints.  “Is that so?  What for?”

Ueda snorted, “I don’t know.  She just said to get your ass there...now.”

You normally punched out for lunch.  You sighed, pushing yourself away from your desk and standing up.  “How very.”  

If the two Nori’s heard your remark, they didn’t say anything.  Nor did they relay it to Nori Kaneko when the three of you had reached the cafe.

The Nori table was the nicest table in the entire cafeteria.  With the perfect white table cloths, centered exactly in the middle of the room, other kids from the “popular groups” would migrate around it like a port.  They would stay for the entire period or would flit about from table to table.  And at it’s head, sat Nori Kaneko.  She sat with her legs crossed, talking to another student who’s name you couldn’t quite place.  You always thought you had been good with names.  Turns out, you just didn’t know many people.

“Ah, you’re finally here.  Took you long enough.”

When Kaneko had offered the make over and...”admission” into the popular crowd, you had thought maybe you pegged her wrong.  Maybe she was just a normal kid, wrapped up in the politics of High School.  It didn’t take long for you to realize she was still the same mythic bitch you had thought she had been - you just did things for her now. 

“I need you to forge a note - in Souta Ishii’s handwriting.”  With a snap of her fingers, the boy she had been talking to reached into his pocket and yanked out a few folded up pieces of paper.  You didn’t need to open them to know what they were.  But when you did, you couldn’t find yourself surprised at the fact Souta was barely passing most of his classes.

“You’ll need something to write on.  Bend over, Nori.”

One day, it would stop shocking you how quickly Ueda would act to Kaneko’s command.  You paused, looking to your superior for a moment.  “Uh...I could just-”

“You’re not sitting with us.”  She answer simply.  

“...right.”  You took the paper and pen offered by Moniko.  You flexed your digits, feeling the flutter under your skin.  “What do you want it to say?”

“‘Hey baby girl, I’ve been watching you and thinking about us in the good old days.  I hope you can come to my party this weekend.  We can talk about us.  Love, Souta.’“  She leaned over, watching your hand glide over the paper in barely legible chicken scratch.  “Put an XO after the ‘Souta’ too.”

It was gone the second the O was done.  She looked over the note again.  “Perfect.”

There was a glint in her eye that didn’t...settle well with you.  With your quirk, you noticed certain...things about people.  Little ticks and tells that everyone has.  Ueda scrunched her nose when she didn’t like something - like everyone.  Moniko would fidget with her hands when she was nervous - like everyone.  And Kaneko would get a little sparkle in her eyes when she was about to ruin someone’s life.  

With each fold of the paper, you stomach dropped closer and closer to your feet.  “What’s that for, anyway?”  

You never really questioned why she did half of what she did.  It wasn’t like you could do anything to stop it.  “You know how Souta used to hang out with Arisu Nomaru?”

Of course you did.  You considered Arisu a friend - a good one.  She was the really only nice person at this school.  Of course, hanging out with the Nori’s meant that quality time with Arisu was...well, all but non existent at that point.  But she assured you, through texts, that everything was fine.  It was exciting!  That maybe, she could join you and the Nori’s for lunch one day.  It wasn’t possible, of course.  You never even bothered to broach the subject to the three.  Arisu was never going to be in the popular crowd and would be stuck watching them from a distance.

The only other constant in Arisu’s life - aside from her kindness and her exile from popularity - was the undying love she had for Souta Ishii.  Ever since...

“We all hung out with Arisu.  In kindergarten.”

Kaneko scoffed, looking up at you from under perfect lashes.  “Well, we didn’t all kiss her on the soccer field.”

You had to fight your body’s desire to snatch the paper out of Nori’s hand.

Monika gagged next to you.  “Oh my god!  I forgot Souta kissed Arisu Nomaru.  It was disgusting!!”

It took everything you had not to hit her.  She met your glare with cool indifference, adding a laugh for good measure.

“Souta!  Just the man I wanted to see!”  

Souta was a...handsome man to say the least.  You didn’t blame Arisu for having the crush she had on him, not by any means.  But what he had in looks, he lacked in anything worthy of personality - aside from just being a huge dick.  And where there was a Souta there was Jun Goto.  His best friend.  He was the smartest one out of his group of friends.

Which amounted as much as being the tallest dwarf, but hey - credit where credit was due.  They were both smart enough to know to come when a Nori called you - no questions asked. And in a flash, the two pulled themselves up and made a beeline for the table - not after giggling to themselves first.

“Be a sweetie and give this note to Arisu Nomaru for me.”  

Dread immediately filled your stomach.  “What? No!”

“What the hell are you talking to Arisu for?”  Jun demanded, reaching for the note.

“Don’t read it!  She was having a heavy flow, and wanted some advice from Gyno.”

“That’s fucking disgusting!” You would have thought the boy had been burned with the way he flicked the paper onto the table, back away and retreat to the table he had come from. 

“Yeah, I’ll take that.”  You snatched the note up, gripping it tightly in your hand.

It had been a while since anyone had stared at you with such venom.  If looks could kill, Kaneko would have you dead to rights.  Her eyes darkened as she glared at you, hands slowly moving to her hips.

But you weren’t going to allow yourself to back down.  Not over this.  This was too much.  “Arisu has had a crush on Souta for 13 years.  This...”  You waved the note.  “This would kill her.”

It was quiet for a moment - and in that moment, you realized you made the biggest mistake of your fucking life.  Nori smiled, stepping forward with a soft chuckle.  “I didn’t realize we had a problem.”

“We’re not but-”

“Are we going to have a problem?”

You faltered for a moment.  

“No, I just-”

“So you have a bone to pick.”

“No, Nori I just think you’re bigger than-”

“You know, when I dragged you out of the dredges of inferiority, I was shocked how far you would go.”

Before you knew it, she had succeeded in pushing you down onto the bench.  Your elbow slammed into the top, causing you to cry out.  Immediately, all eyes were on you.  “So you wanna tell me, why now, are you pulling on my dick?”

“Nori!  I’m not trying to argue with you!  Just doing this-”

“I know!”  She snatched the note from your hands.  “It will ruin her.  That’s the fucking point.”  She offered the note to Ueda, who happily took it.  You watched helplessly as she skipped back over to Souta.  While he didn’t seem too pleased to be the one to deliver the note, he begrudgingly got up from his spot and headed to the corner of the cafeteria.  

"You still have a lot to learn about how things work around here." You swallowed, digging your nails into the palm of you hand. "This whole school is my own personal candy store. I do what I want, when I want."

You watched as he slammed a fist on the table, causing Arisu to jump.  She froze, stuttered, and then almost dropped the note when he tossed it to her.  Your heart hammered - maybe if you got there fast enough, you could stop her from reading it.  You could distract her and -

You were forced back down in your spot and perfectly manicured nails dug into your skin.  “You got a good thing going here,”  Kaneko stated, very matter of factly.  “You could join the team, or you could bitch and moan.”  You winced when her nails dug deeper into your skin.  “But if you test me one more time, you will end up just. Like. Her."

Ueda grinned, an ugly, spiteful thing. "Welcome to our Candy-"

"Shut up, Nori!" All three of you flinched as your leader stood. Fixing her skirt, she offered you a sweet smile that made your stomach roll. "We'll see you after school."

They left you in that spot for a long time, staring at your hands.  It wasn’t until you felt a tap on your shoulder that you finally looked up.  And there above you was Arisu.  She grinned and offered you the note.  “Look!  Look what Souta wrote me!  He invited me to his party this weekend.”

You stared at the paper, then back up at her.  You tried to smile - though it didn’t look like she noticed.  “This proves he’s been thinking about me!”

She...seemed happy.  And you knew in this school that happiness was hard to come by.  Especially with people like Nori’s.  You opened your mouth, before closing it again.  You stared at that letter, at the handwriting that perfectly matched the papers left on the table.  You could tell her, warn her it was a prank.  Just...break her heart and tell her Souta wanted nothing to do with her.

“...color me stoked!”  You grinned.

You were happy when she left.  With a heavy sigh, you buried your face in your hands and ignored the bell above your head.  You listened to the shuffling of your peers as they made their way towards the doors.

What the hell were you doing?  What the fuck did you just do?  Arisu had always been a good friend to you and you threw her under the bus?  For what?  Popularity?  Safety?  

“You shouldn’t have bowed down to those dogs.  They’ll eat that girl alive.”

You had grown used to most voices, labeling them by people who was more likely to hit you or simply ignore your presence entirely.  

But his voice? You had never heard that voice before.  It was pleasant in it’s own way - low, guttural, and deceptively indifferent to the advice he was giving you.  You sat up, turning to look over your shoulder.  Your eyes trailed up to stark white hair.  Bright blue eyes stared down at you, hands in his pockets.  Your breath caught in your chest and your mind scrambled for a response.  “I’m...I’m sorry, what?”

He watched you for a moment.  Sizing you up.  “Look,” He continued, “You clearly have a soul.  You just need to work a little harder to keep it clean.”  With a final shrug, he turned on his heel and made his way for the door. "We're all marked for evil."

Did...did he just...quote at you?  It took you a moment for your mind to catch up to what he said.  “Okay, don’t just quote Baudelaire at me and walk away.  Excuse me?”

You scrambled to your feet.  He stopped and turned to look at you.  He didn’t move to say anything else however, leaving you in charge of continuing the conversation.  You looked him over, took in his long, lanky form, the mess of white hair, they...very pretty eyes.  You cleared your throat and motioned to him.  “I...uh...I didn’t catch your name.”

He waited a moment before shrugging.  “That’s cause I didn’t throw it.”

You watched him turn back around and make his way towards the door, mouth hanging down to your chest.  It didn’t take long for you to realize how hot your cheeks were burning, how fast your heart was racing. You couldn’t help as your lips broke out into a smile.

You swore he stole another gaze at you him slip out into the hall.

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So yeah.  I’ll edit this later.  Promise.

How did everyone enjoy their holiday season?

[tetsurobunni]

Heather

☞ songfic based off the song heather by conan gray bc yea // 5k words

☼ pining, angst, slight nfsw (making out), happy ending; spoilers for haikyuu s1 ending

☼ pairing : daichi sawamura x sugawara koushi

☞ i love this ship with my entire being, that being said:

this text = song lyrics

italics = inner thoughts + flashbacks

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Suga quietly opened the door of his home and stepped inside, taking off his shoes before he entered the kitchen. He saw a plate on the table, on it laid a little piece of paper that wrote 'Made some dinner, got called in for work. Love you sweetie.' He smiled slightly at the note, making a mental note to thank his mother in the morning. Suga looked at the food on the plate in disinterest; he had no appetite.

He was drained.

He lazily put the unopened plate of food in the fridge, hitching his bag up higher onto his shoulder as he padded up the stairs to his room. Upon entering, he tossed his gym bag to the floor. Sighing, he laid down onto the soft comforter of his bed, turning his head to look at the night sky through his window. Closing his eyes, a memory of a night just like this started to replay in his head.

**flashback**

I still remember, the third of December

Suga sat on his bed, staring at the stars as they glittered in the night sky. Soft footsteps were heard behind him, the bed dipping as the weight from another body came in contact with it.

"Whatchya lookin' at, Suga?" Daichi asked, shifting his weight so he was propped up next to him on the bed. Suga could feel the small flutters in his chest that had slowly started to reveal themselves more and more the past few weeks. They always arose whenever Daichi was near, causing him to knead his fingers together in nervousness- or was it excitement? He couldn't tell.

"The stars, Daichi," he said, eyes twinkling as he was mesmerized by the small lights in the sky, eyes scouring to find constellations he had read about. A light breeze blew through the open window, causing Suga to shiver slightly as the cold air brushed over his skin. The bed lifted up as Daichi walked over to his bag, unbeknownst to the gray-haired setter who was still entranced with the celestial display in front of him.

Suga slightly jumped as a jacket was placed over his shoulders, the familiar lingering scent of cologne and earthy smells invaded his senses.

"Don't even try and act like you're not cold," Daichi said, a slight chuckle in his words as he made his way back to the bed. The flutters had grown even more now; Suga had to stop himself from just bunching up the fabric towards his nose and breathing in Daichi's smell. Instead, he put his arms through the sleeves, tugging the warm material around his body.

Me in your sweater

Suga looked over to Daichi, blushing slightly as he noticed the brown-headed captain staring at him. His fingers twiddled with the fabric of the jacket, a sign of nervousness that he hoped Daichi hadn't caught onto yet. He gave his best friend a small smile, ignoring the painfully prominent flutters in his chest as he looked into his eyes.

"Y'know, that looks better on you than it does me," the captain said, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he eyed the setter in his volleyball jacket. Suga's cheeks flamed as he turned away from Daichi's gaze, hoping he hadn't seen the effect his comment had on him. Even so, a small smile made it's way onto his face.

You said it looked better on me than it did you

**end of flashback**

Suga closed his curtains, blocking his view of the stars he used to love so much. Everything lately had just seemed so much dimmer. That memory was painful and caused his heart to ache. He tried to forget. He tried, he really did-but those damn flutters would never go away.

"Only if you knew how much I liked you."

He whispered the words into the night as he pulled a pillow up to his face, squeezing it hard against his chest. Silent sobs racked through him and tears escaped his eyes one after the other, the only sounds in the room being his quiet sniffles and muffled cries. He couldn't help but think back to how simple everything was then; so much easier to handle. All he had to do was keep his feelings in check whenever he was around Daichi.

Now he had the watch the man he loved be swept away by Yuu Michimiya.

But I see your eyes as she walks by

Suga first noticed the connection between Daichi and Michimiya one day in the hallway. The two were putting their outside shoes into the small lockers that were provided for them at the school. They were talking about the training camp that was approaching, joking about how they were going to have to keep a close eye on Bokuto this time because he might steal Hinata if they weren't careful. Daichi laughed at a comment Suga had made, causing those damn flutters to erupt in his chest once again.

Turning his head to the side to crack another joke to Daichi, his words got caught in his throat. Daichi had completely zoned out of their conversation, eyes widened slightly as he stared at an approaching figure walking down the hallway. Suga slowly trailed his eyes to where he was staring, and when they reached the cause of that look in Daichi's eyes, he could feel his heart shatter into a million tiny little pieces.

What a sight for sore eyes

Suga had watched as the short-haired brunette walked by the two, the feeling of rage almost overpowering the poker face he held as he saw the black material that hung around the girl's shoulders. His hands had clenched into fists near his chest, the butterflies now replaced with wasps that stung at his stomach. When he turned back towards his friend, he crumbled.

Daichi's eyes held the same look towards her that Suga's did when he was looking at the stars.

Brighter than the blue sky

After the scene played out before him, he turned back to his locker and angrily shoved his shoes into the compartment. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes as he heard Michimiya say a small and polite 'Hi Daichi' in his direction. Suga hung his head in sorrow.

'Why can't you just look at ME that way?' He despaired, slamming his locker shut and walking quickly to his class, ignoring the confused shouts from his bestfriend.

She's got you mesmerized,

Suga had sat at his desk trying desperately to pay attention to whatever the teacher was lecturing about, but he couldn't. His brain was running at a quick pace, replaying the look Daichi had in his eyes over and over again. It was like his own personal broken record, one that made his gut clench every time it scratched and replayed.

'How could I have been so naive?' He thought, holding his shaking hands in his lap to keep from drawing attention to himself. He kept his eyes locked onto his paper in an attempt to calm himself down.

It hadn’t worked.

But just as Suga thought he was going to explode, a small piece of paper was slid onto his desk. He shakily lifted a hand up to grab the folded sliver of paper and opened it as quietly as he could. Suga let out a breath he didn't know he was holding as he re-read the words written on the paper.

'Breathe. I'm right here if you need me. Go to the bathroom and splash some water on your face. ~Asahi'

He had given a grateful smile to his long-haired friend and received a small one in return. Asahi was right, he needed a small break. Just a small break to clear his mind. Suga walked to the bathroom, making his way over to the sink where he cupped his hands under the cold rush of water from the tap. He splashed the water onto his face, relished in the contrast between it and his burning face.

He backed away from the sink after turning off the tap, resting his back against the wall of one of the stalls. As much as he wanted to stop thinking about him, that one night couldn't stop replaying in his head. He laced his fingers into his hair and slightly pulled, the pain barely being felt as he was pulled deeper into heartbreak.

While I die.

He dug his palms into his eyes, trying to stop the overflowing of tears as he replayed what happened that night again in his head.

**flashback**

Daichi and Suga made their way down the sidewalk. They always walked each other home, but tonight was different. Sorrow, despair and defeat hung in the air around the two. They had been defeated by Aoba Johsai today in the Inter High Prelims. As third years, and more importantly to Daichi as their captain, they felt as though they had let the team down.

Not a word was spoken between the two, the only sound coming from the footsteps on the pavement. Suga felt horrible-hell, he felt like the world was hitting him with bricks. There were no words that could console him, or Daichi for that matter. All he could do was try to be consoling with his presence. He felt useless.

Suga had his head hung low, eyes unfocused onto his steps. It was like he wasn't even there, just a body moving at an automated pace. He snapped back into reality as he walked straight into Daichi's slightly taller figure. He raised his head for the first time since they left the bus stop, eyes wandering up towards where his best friend stood in front of him.

"I don't deserve to be captain.”

Suga's heart broke hearing the sorrowed tone of Daichi's voice. He sounded like his heart had been ripped from his body. Placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, Suga turned Daichi around to where they stood face to face. What he saw made new fresh tears spring to his eyes.

Daichi's eyes were red and swollen, tears slipping down his face silently as he looked at Suga in despair. The shorter third year immediately flung his body into the brunette's chest, wrapping his arms tightly around him.

"You are the most humble, self-sacrificing and encouraging person I know, Daichi," Suga said, sniffling as tears spilled from his eyes onto the captain's shirt. "You have done so much for the team. You are the most deserving person of the title 'captain', so don't you ever let those words come out of your mouth again," he added on, tilting his head up to look Daichi straight in the eyes as he said the last sentence.

Suga bit his lip to keep from audibly sobbing as he looked into the older boy's eyes, meaning every word that he said. The flutters were there again in his chest, but he payed no mind.

Until Daichi pressed his lips onto his.

**end of flashback**

"Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty."

Suga had whispered the words into the air, finally saying out loud what he had been thinking. The words felt like they hung in the air, suffocating him as he tried shake them away. He took a couple of deep breaths, deciding that acting this way was no good. If Daichi had liked him back, then he wouldn't be looking that way towards Michimiya. Plain and simple. He had to come to terms with that.

But that didn't mean it didn't hurt him any less.

The bell rang outside, signaling that the previous period was over. Suga had exited the bathroom after checking his reflection on the mirror, wincing at his red, puffy eyes. 'Oh well,' he thought, trudging back to his class to get his bag and books.

"Hey Suga, I figured that you would be in there for a little while so I grabbed your things," Asahi said, giving him a small look of sympathy as he handed Suga his things. He gratefully took them from the ace's hands, muttering a small 'thank you' as he turned away from him.

"Are you okay, Suga?" Asahi questioned, the worry prominent in his tone. Suga winced at the question, not wanting to lie to his friend but also not wanting to make him worry more than he already was.

"Ah, um... I'm okay. Thank you for checking on me," He said, lifting his head up to give the taller boy an award-winning fake smile. If Asahi didn't believe his facade, he didn't comment on it. He just simply nodded and walked alongside Suga to the roof where they ate lunch together as a group.

When they had arrived, the one person Suga was planning on avoiding greeted them with a cheery smile. He felt his heart clench in his chest, looking downwards towards his feet as he grabbed the bento he made out of his bag. He sat down away from Daichi, making the older boy shoot him a questioning look that Suga ignored.

The door slammed open as the two rambunctious second years made their appearance. Noya immediately pounced on Daichi, yelling incoherent sentences as he grabbed his shoulders and slung him around.

"Can you please slow down so I can understand you?" Daichi said, struggling to pry Noya off of his shoulders.

"Okay, okay, okay, explain to me what is going on between you and Yuu Michimiya?" Noya said, a smirk prominent on his face as he questioned Daichi. Suga felt his heart sink. He didn't want to hear this, he really, really didn't. Just seeing her in the same jacket he wore that night made him want to puke.

"Nothing is 'going on' between us," the captain said, using air quotations with his fingers to signify the ridiculousness of Noya's question.

"You gave her your sweater,"

Tanaka butted in, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at the brunette, who now had a faint tint of red covering his cheeks. Suga put down the piece of food he was about to put into his mouth, suddenly losing his appetite completely. His gut was wrenching in pain from the conversation he was hearing, the urge to run away becoming stronger with every passing moment.

"It's just polyester,"

Daichi finally said, making Suga's eyes snap in his direction. He couldn't believe what he had just heard.

‘It’s just polyester.’ Suga had thought incredulously, tears springing to his eyes as that broken record played over and over again in his mind.

He had decided he couldn't handle Noya and Tanaka teasing Daichi about his crush. Shoving his partially eaten bento box back into his bag, Suga practically bolted towards the door of the roof. He ignored the confused calls of his friends, slamming the door behind him. His breathing quickened with each stair he clambered down, tears blurring his vision the farther he distanced himself from the roof.

When he reached the bottom floor, Suga collapsed onto the floor under the stairs, hiccuping into his sleeve as he cried for what felt like the 10th time that day. 'It's just polyester? What the hell does he mean by that-did he even mean what he said to me?'

The thoughts going through Suga's head made him dizzy, his chest felt like a hole had been punched through it. What if he really didn't mean what he had said to him? His fist grabbed at the material of his shirt above his heart. 'No, he kissed me. That couldn't have meant nothing to him...'

Squeezing his eyes shut, hands starting to violently shake as the realization of his situation hit him like a ton of bricks.

But you like her better

Why did this have to happen to him? Why? Why did his heart have to choose the one person he could never have? Why couldn't he be the one Daichi was mesmerized by?

I wish I were Heather.

Now as Suga laid on his bed, he was still was broken as he was that day. Everything had gotten progressively worse and worse, leaving him drained day after day. He was unmotivated. Practices were a pain because he couldn't avoid Daichi when he was basically at his side the whole time. He had yet to meet his best friend's eyes since that day on the roof, but the hollow feeling in his chest stayed.

Suddenly the loud ringtone of his phone filled the quiet room, startling him. He begrudgingly shuffled over to his gym bag, fiddling through the items to find the source of the noise. When he found it, he looked at the Caller ID, and his heart sank.

Incoming Call: Daichi Sawamura

He didn't want to talk to him. He had been avoiding him to the best of his ability, so why was he calling him? He took a deep breath, and clicked the accept button.

"Hey, get some clothes on. I'm headed over to your house, I'm taking you to a party. See ya in a few!" Suga tried to tell Daichi there was no way he was going to a party, especially with him, but he heard the 'click' of the call ending. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. A party was the last thing he wanted to do, but he knew that when his best friend was set on something, there was nothing Suga could say or do to stop him.

He groaned, wiping his hands down his face. 'Let's just get this over with.'

Opening his closet to pick out some different clothes to change into, he decided to just put on some darker jeans, a plain lavender t-shirt, and a black zip-up hoodie. He had no desire to look good; After all, the only person he wanted to look at him was out of the picture.

As he tied the laces on his shoes, he heard the front door open. "Suga! Let's go! Kuroo called and told me the party already started!" Daichi yelled from downstairs, making Suga groan. He was definitely dreading this. He made his way down the stairs and passed Daichi who was standing right outside the door.

"You ready?" He questioned, not receiving an answer. Suga walked straight by him, rolling his eyes as he closed the door behind him. Daichi looked at him questioningly, not knowing why he was giving him the cold shoulder. They got into the car in silence, reminding Suga of the day after the Sejoh match. He shuddered, not wanting to play through that memory again. The pieces of his heart had yet to be mended, but despite that he felt the little flutters in his chest that he now hated.

He hated that he still felt the same way after all this time. He was still in love with Daichi, even after knowing that Michimiya was the one he longed after.

Suga sighed, putting his hands into his pockets as the house came into view. "You know what?" Suga started, still looking ahead at the road. "What?" Daichi questioned, happy that his best friend was finally talking to him after what had seemed like forever.

Suga faltered. He really didn't know where he thought he was going with this conversation.

'Did you really think that telling him now would be a good idea? Wow, you really are pathetic,'

He clenched his fists in his pockets. He wanted to tell Daichi how much pain he was in, how much he wanted him. But he couldn't.

"Nevermind," he finally muttered out, getting out of the car and walking up the steps to the house, opening the door. He heard Daichi sputter out a response, ultimately snapping his mouth shut when he realized Suga wasn't going to listen. The setter was greeted with loud music and the strong smell of alcohol and sweat. He spotted Kuroo and Bokuto in the living room playing beer pong against Terushima and Iwazumi.

"Hey hey hey!" Bokuto yelled as he saw the two walk in the door, Daichi giving him a bro hug and Suga giving him a small wave. "What's up guys? Here, have a drink," Terushima said, holding out two cups filled with god knows what to the two.

Suga politely declined his offer, while Daichi took one of the cups. In a moment Kuroo had taken the other cup out of Terushima's hand and chugged it, yelling afterwards.

'I already want to leave'

Suga walked over to a more secluded place in the house. He closed his eyes for a moment, the booming music reverberating through his ears. As he opened his eyes, he locked onto two figures sitting on the couch.

Watch as she stands with her holding your hand

Suga's world crashed down yet again. He watched as Micimiya sat down on the couch and reached over to hold Daichi's hand, giggling as he said something to her.

Put your arm round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder

Daichi placed his arm around her shoulder, making a small, giddy smile grace her features. Suga crossed his arms over his body, wishing he could just disappear. It was enough just knowing that they were together, but actually seeing them act like a couple right in front of his eyes caused the pain in his chest to grow tenfold. The room felt like it was closing in on him, making his breaths become shallower.

He glanced back up at the two, cringing again as he noticed the jacket she was wearing. He wanted to hate her. He wanted to so bad, but he just couldn't. Yuu Michimiya was no doubtedly perfect. Short, athletic, and beautiful. How could he beat that?

But how can I hate her? She's such an angel.

He grit his teeth together in anger, tightly gripping the material of his shirt in his fingers. Even if she was perfect in every way, he couldn't help himself from imagining what his life would be like if Yuu Michimiya just didn't exist.

But then again, kinda wish she were dead

Suga barely noticed a presence beside him as he was lost in his own thoughts. "Hey Mr. Refreshing," the figure said in a sing-song voice, and Suga didn't need to look to know who the voice belonged to. "Hello Oikawa,” he breathed out, resting his head onto the wall behind him. He couldn't help but let his eyes trail back to the two on the couch.

He noticed Oikawa settle back onto the wall beside him. The great king followed Suga's eyes until he understood what was making his fellow setter so upset. Suga watched as Michimiya said something to Daichi and rose from her sitting position on the couch.

As she walks by,

Suga couldn't help the sneer that overcame his face as she walked in front of the two, eyes staring at the jacket wrapped around her small body. Oikawa chuckled a little, watching as Suga practically killed the girl with his eyes.

"What are you laughing at?" Suga snapped out, looking annoyingly at the cocky setters face.

"What a sight for sore eyes,"

"Shut up Oikawa," he said, rolling his eyes. He started to walk away but a hand snatched out and grabbed his wrist.

"Here, drink this. It'll help you feel better," the brunette said, holding out a red solo cup just as Terushima previously had before. Suga contemplated it, mumbling a 'fuck it' and downing the bitter liquid in one go. He coughed a little and whiped his mouth, sighing as he felt the alcohol make it's way through his body.

Brighter than the blue sky

He deserved a drink. He deserved to be relieved of this hollow feeling in his chest. If getting drunk meant that he could forget Daichi, that his mind would stop playing that broken record over and over again, that those stupid flutters would go away, then getting drunk it was.

She's got you mesmerized,

"Come with me," Oikawa suddenly said, grabbing Suga's forearm and pulling him in the direction of a flight of stairs. The grey-haired boy sputtered out some words of confusion, but Oikawa still walked at a fast pace up the stairs, not faltering for a second to answer his questions.

Oikawa opened the door to what Suga decided was a bedroom, quickly shutting the door behind them when they entered. "Oikawa, what are we doing up h-"

He was cut off mid-sentence by Oikawa forcefully pressing his lips onto his.

While I die.

Suga placed his hands on Oikawa's chest, pushing him off of himself. "What are you doing?" He sputtered out, looking incredulously at the taller boy. Oikawa stepped closer to him, making Suga take a step back, his back hitting the door they just came in. The brunette placed his right leg between Suga's, bending down slightly to look him in the eyes.

"I know you're in pain. I can see it in your eyes," he said, reaching up to cup Suga's cheek in his palm, "let me help you forget, even if it's just for a little bit," he whispered, lips lightly grazing over Suga's.

He didn't have the chance to speak before Oikawa's lips were back on his, but this time, he didn't push him away. Instead he kept his hands on the taller boy's chest, slowly moving his lips along with his.

Why would you ever kiss me?

'Maybe he's right, I just need to let him help me,' Suga thought as his hands ran through Oikawa's hair, tugging at the strands lightly.

I'm not even half as pretty,

Oikawa licked Suga's bottom lip, asking for permission before letting his tongue slip into Suga's mouth. The shorter boy ignored the fact that he didn't once feel the flutters in his chest whenever Oikawa kissed him.

'This is the only way to get over him, you saw her down there! She was wearing his jacket, he's not yours,'

You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester,

Oikawa moved down from his lips to place sloppy kisses onto his neck, leaving Suga to take in deep rugged breaths. In his gut he knew this was wrong, so wrong, but the need to forget his sorrows overpowered that gut feeling. Daichi didn't like him, and here Oikawa was, offering to help him.

But you like her better,

Suga let out a slight moan as he felt Oikawa's hands slip under his shirt, hot fingertips running over his body left goosebumps in their wake. He closed his eyes, trying to relish in the feeling of the hot kisses the brunette was placing on his torso, but before he knew it, he imagined Daichi was the one kissing him.

“If you want me to stop I will.

“No, it’s fine. I’m fine. Keep going, please.”

Suga didn't realize his phone was buzzing over and over again with texts from his best friend, asking where he was.

I wish I were Heather.

Downstairs, Daichi sat on the couch with his phone is his hands. Suga wasn't responding to any of his texts, making him worried. One second he was standing against the wall talking to Oikawa, and the next they were both gone. Daichi glanced over as Tanaka sat next to him, muttering a simple 'hi'.

"Hey Daichi, where's Michimiya?" Tanaka questioned, but he wasn’t really paying attention. He was too worried about whether Suga was okay, contemplating going to look for him.

He shrugged his shoulders in response to Tanaka's question, not really concerned at all as to where the girl was.

Right as he was about to get up and search for the missing setter, he appeared in front of him. Suga had his eyes downcast, grey hair hanging in front of his eyes.

"Can we leave?" Suga questioned, his voice quiet.

"Sure."

~~~~~~~~~~~

The car ride was silent. Suga was looking out the window at the night sky, the stars still shining bright as they made their way down the road.

He felt numb.

He still hadn't processed what happened with Oikawa, feeling that it was better to just act like it never happened. But that hollow feeling was still ever-present.

"Alright, talk," Daichi suddenly said, making Suga jump slightly, "You've been acting weird, so what's up?"

Suga felt his heart drop. Daichi had noticed his behavior towards him. Inside his head he was panicking, breaths quickening as he kneaded his hands together. Taking a deep breath, he finally decided to say what was on his mind.

"Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty,"

The night after the Sejoh game flashed in his mind.

"You gave her your sweater,”

he scoffed a little, adding

“It’s just polyester,”

As Daichi listened to the words he immediately pulled over to the side of the road and parked the car.

He turned to look at Daichi, tears now silently spilling down his face.

"But you like her better,"

He looked down at his hands, feeling defeated.

"I wish I were-"

His sentence was cut off as Daichi placed a hand under his chin, kissing him deeply. His eyes widened for a moment, slowly closing as he melted into the kiss.

Daichi pulled away after a moment, wiping Suga's tears away from his cheeks, his own fresh ones sliding down his face.

"I'm so sorry Suga. I had convinced myself you would never feel for me the way I did for you. Michimiya was a distraction, a horrible one at that.”

Daichi paused to wipe his tears, thumb hovering lightly over Suga’s cheek.

“I should have told you about my feelings instead of being a complete douche,” he said, the two laughing lightly at the comment.

“Yea, you should have.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You should be.”

“Can I be forgiven?”

“Only if I get that jacket back.”

Suga genuinely smiled for what felt like the first time in months. Daichi put his lips to his again softly. “Of course. It was always yours to begin with anyway.”