#i wore swim trunks and one of the girls made fun of me and then the next day her friend came in sonic swim shorts and was bragging to me

[technicolorxsn]

god grant me the courage to dyke this place up

[joshslater]

Sucker Punched

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I was the last one from the crew left at the bar. Andrew had left early, Jon and John had to catch a bus, and in the end it was just Michael and I for a last whiskey. I had finished mine quickly, and was halfway through my second “last” whiskey when he left. He had some contractor he needed to meet in the morning, leaving me to empty the remainder of my glass alone. I reckoned I should take a piss before walking home as well, to avoid having to make a stop in the park.

Just when I was headed to the men’s room I saw one of the girls from the annoyingly loud table at the other end of the bar walking toward the ladies’ room. In my tipsy state I thought it would be a fun joke to follow her and give a funny one liner. "Is this where I pick up ladies?" perhaps. That wasn't really funny, but I was sure I would have something great to say. I didn't have time to find out. As soon as I entered the ladies’ room she pivoted around, shouted "CREEP" and slapped me. At the same time someone exited a stall, grabbed my shoulder, and swung me around.

In front of me was a petite, goth-looking girl with raven hair, black lips, and a nose ring. "Go back to the boys’ room and play with their toys, you fucking creep!" she shouted, and kneed me in the groin so hard I blacked out.

When I came to I was sitting on the floor of the ladies room, with my groin in agonizing pain. I staggered into the men’s room and emptied my bladder under excruciating pain. As I exited the bar everything looked pretty much the same as before, so I could not have been out for long. I walked home and crashed in bed. Had I not been so drunk I would probably have tossed and turned in pain, but instead I went out like a lamp.

Waking up was something differentl entirely. Besides the normal trappings of hangover, I rocked a massive erection that screamed in pain. All morning I was contemplating just being naked all Saturday, but eventually managed to slip on some basket shorts. You know the brag warnings for penis pills "Seek medical attention if your erection lasts longer than 3 hours". By lunchtime, meaning 3 pm on a Saturday, I was seriously considering going to the hospital. I kept running the conversation in my head though. "Hi, a goth girl kicked my junk and now I have a chronic hard on. Do you have any remedies for being a pervert" Fearing my medical premiums being erected as well, and the fact it slowly hurt less and less made me decide to tough it out. Thankfully I had enough food at home to not leave the apartment, and went to bed that evening still with a considerable tent.

He was in his early twenties, dark hair, boyish face, pale skin. His lithe body was smooth, save for a faint treasure trail just below the belly button. There was a hint of a six-pack, but less from lifting weights and more from having very little body fat. He wore skimpy, swim diver trunks that hugged the body. Like a bright blue shrink wrap they highlighted his firm ass and average size bulge.

He smiled as he walked towards me next to the swimming pool. I looked around and realized that we were the only people in the massive swim arena. He was only a few steps away now.

"Good you came. I'm so happy I can help you." "What?" "It has to be a first time for everyone. I'm so honored to be doing this with you. I'll guide you slowly. Just do what I tell you."

He held out a thick, white shower towel to me. I took it.

"Put it on the floor and get down on your knees."

I realized that I too was almost naked. I had nothing on except for similar, white, body-hugging speedos. I put the folded towel on the tiled floor next to the swimming pool and kneeled on it, staring right into his belly.

"First, the best is if the other guy stands or sits straight. Make sure he can see everything you do. You want to involve as many senses as possible."

He put both of his thumbs inside the swim trunks and pulled down several inches, exposing a clean-shaven, semi-erect penis and scrotum.

"Try to always have more than one thing happening. Have at least one hand touching him at all times, even if it is just holding him. Here, place your hands on my hips."

He had a really soothing voice. I did as he said and put my hands on his sides, running my thumbs up and down his V.

"You don't want to just put it in your mouth. You want to at least start with a hand job. But do it in one direction, from the tip to the base, so there is a big upgrade when you put it in your mouth. If there is no lube, like now, start by licking it."

I started licking his dick from top to base, over and over. After doing that a few times I made sure the underside and balls also were wet.

"Great. You don't want to be too quick, but you also don't want to tease too long. A few minutes at the most. Now, the most important part, until you really know what you're doing, is that the teeth should never touch. For now, just curl your lips around them and start working on the tip. You decide how deep you want to go, but keep it slow and steady."

I did as he said and started doing shallow strokes, in and out. In and out.

"Yes, you got it. Focus on what you do with your mouth and lips. The tongue doesn't really matter nearly as much. Now, at this point you can start using your hands a bit more. Try tickle the balls or the perineum. That's the part behind the balls going toward the back.

Yes, like that. Be careful about pulling. Many times it is a safer bet to lift the balls and let go. Remember, it's all about creating as much sensation as possible, so move your hands around, stroke the upper, inner thighs. Keep the rhythm though. Slow and steady."

It was like playing some coordination game. While I was trying really hard to not mess up the actual blow job, my hands were going all over the place, trying out the different suggestions he was giving.

"Now let's go for a neat trick. Take one hand, make an O with your fingers, and do a hand job in sync with the blow job. Keep it just in front of the mouth so I can't feel which is which. Oh boy, yeah, that's it. You got it."

I was feeling really good about how everything was coming together and I could tell that he was getting close to his finish. Instead of giving any directions now he was just moaning, and he had placed one hand on my head, teasing my hair. For some reason hearing him moan made me glow with pride.

Then suddenly, without any warning, he just started pumping cum into my mouth. I hadn't really thought about what to do. Swallow? Pull out? Hamster? At the same time I could feel my own dick shooting load after load.

I woke up, almost gasping for air. In a confused moment I wondered where all the cum had gone. It had all been a dream. Well, not all of it. I turned on the light and checked the sheets, and I don't think I've ever had that much cum on me before. Whatever my dick had saved up during the weekend was all dumped on me now. It looked like someone squeezed a bottle of shampoo all over my mid section. Well, at least I didn't have to go to the ER for my erection, because that problem was solved. But what a fucking dream. I’ve never been tempted to do any gay shit before. The clock showed 4:14, so I did the least I could. Changed the bed sheets, showered the lower part of my body, and went back to sleep, this time wearing boxer briefs.

I slept until well after 9, and to my relief I could take a piss like normal. If anything my dick felt small and spent after its heroic act as a flagpole for 28 hours straight. At least it felt like things were getting back to normal, and I could spend the entire Sunday putting things back together as you would after any heavy party weekend.

Despite the overcast it is a suffocatingly hot day. The concrete ground and tiled buildings around us radiate heat, and the shade roof keeps the hot air stale beneath it. A chainlink fence separats us from the empty street. The black man has worked up a thin sheen of sweat dribbling the basketball, though his high tech blood red Nike Jordan baller shorts fabric looks the same wet as dry. He stops juggling with the ball and looks straight at me.

"Hey Boy! Come and suck black cock!", he demands loudly. I look behind me, but we are alone in the court. I hesitate. "Don't make me wait! It'll just be worse for you if you let me wait", he continues to shout. I walk towards him. I'm wearing basket shoes, calf-high crew socks, and basket shorts, but no shirt as well. I, too, am sweaty in the heat. As I approach him he makes no attempts to move closer or do anything at all. "Yo, get on with it".

I kneel in front of him. The rough concrete is uncomfortable, but not painful. Still with hesitation I lower his shorts. His body is tall and toned, athletic without being overly muscular. Once the glossy fabric passes his large dick and balls the shorts falls into a heap around his ankles. He is not wearing any underwear, so I’m almost getting slapped in the face by his long penis. I start licking the shaft of the dick, and then down to the tip. Just as I’m about to work the underside he suddenly grips my head and thrust his dick deep into my mouth, making me gag. “This is for me to enjoy, not you, slut boy!” and starts thrusting his dick back and forth, while holding my head in place.

Every thrust he makes is painful, forcing its way through my gag reflex and down my throat. He just kept going and going and going. My body makes the most horrendous noises of slurps and wet gagging. I try every way I can think of to make it better. Relax, adjust my breathing, position myself better, move with him. It gets better, or perhaps it is just my gag reflex giving up, but in the end I find that the best I can do is to attempt to take over. To stroke him, the dick, the balls, and to control how deep his dick goes. It seems to work, and for what feels like an eternity I work his dick. Suddenly he grabs my head with both hands, pushes as far in as possible, and buried my nose deep in his pubes. I can feel him pumping load after load after load deep inside my chest.

I was almost angry as I lay in bed. It was still an hour until the alarm would go off, but I had thoroughly creamed my boxers. As I stepped into the shower and pulled them off I thought my cock looked spent. My dick and balls were definitely smaller than usual. Just a thumb sticking out over a pair of balls running scared up into the groin. As if I had already had a long, cold shower.

I was off my game the entire day at work. Had the girl done something to me? It must have been her. Did she give me something while I was blacked out? On my way home I swung by the bar for an after-work beer, but couldn't see them.

Back home I decided to do something, anything to get things on track. I pick the normal items, position myself in front of the computer and load up pornhub top list. “Daddy Lets Me Ride His Cock”. Ten minutes and forty seconds later my dick isn’t harder than my earlobes, but I am getting horny. I spend another 20 minutes hopping the top list, personal favorites, and random suggestions. Step siblings, truck stop gang bang, and big tit ebony babe nympho only made things worse. I was going to bed as upset as when I woke up, but now it was more out of frustration and exasperation. What the fuck was happening to me?

It's a slow day in the diner, perhaps the lunch crowd already left. As I enter I recognize the patrons sitting by the bar from the truck stop gang bang video. "Look y'all it's him cocksucker" one of them says loudly as I approach the bar. "I reckon we all up for a good ol' BJ before we're on our way" he continues, before he starts to unbuckle his jeans.

He's neither caring like the swim diver nor assertive like the baller, but just stands there, passive, leaving the entire blow job up to me. I work and work on his fat, short dick, but he is taking forever to cum. I try all the different tricks, and finally after an eternity he shots a load in a few, small dribbles. That's a lot of work for very little fireworks. It feels like a chore. I move on to the next guy, who’d continued eating while causally observing me blowing the first trucker.

*meep* *meep* *meep*

I push the phone silent. Finally a full night’s sleep. I check the bed. Dry. The boxers however have like a teaspoon of cum. My dick has shriveled even further, down to   prepubescent   size. Is this the new normal now? And what the fuck is up with the gay shit? This is sick! I somehow managed to push it aside and not give it much thought during the day, but I desperately need to get hold of the goth girl. I decided to make another go at finding her at the bar after work.

It's after-work happy hour and not many patrons are in yet. I recognize the bouncer from last Friday. A tall guy that looks like an Irish rugby payer. Strong and athletic, without aiming for a six-pack. I walk up to him. "Hey, you probably get this a lot, but I was here last Friday and met a girl I need to get in contact with. Short, black clothes, black hair, black lips, white skin. Very goth feel. Oh, and a nose ring I think."

He gives me a long look before responding. "Yeah, I know who you mean. She said you would come asking. Left a message." My mood went from Yes! to Shit! in half a second. What did she tell the bouncer? "Nothing bad I hope." I'm trying to gauge him, but he is all poker face. "Not bad at all. Come with me. Sam! Take over five!"

We walk inside the bar and he leads the way. My head is spinning with thoughts on where this leads. What did she leave me? A bit too late I realize that we are not going to the kitchen or any staff area, but he is taking me to the men’s room. "After you," he says, holding up the door. He makes a quick glance that all stalls are empty and locks the door.

"Now, suck my dick, boy!"

Immediately I kneel in front of him, on the restroom tile floor, unbutton his city camo pants, and tease out his cock from his 2(x)ist underwear. I take command and try to be as active as possible, and he follows my lead. It's clear that he isn't used to someone doing all the things I do to him. He doesn't really know what to do with his hands, but judging by the moans he doesn't care. Not wanting him to come too soon, I pace him, switch around techniques, so he can come at exactly the right moment. There is that pride again, as I control his moaning and he is overcome with pleasure. Finally he pumps rope after rope of cum down my throat.

At exactly the moment he pulls out the dick with a final slurp, as I suck it clean on exit, the spell breaks. I realize that I've just given head to a real man. I'm on my knees on the floor in a bar bathroom and, apparently, have just jizzed my pants through the fabric. I stare at his work boots in disbelief over what I’d just done, too ashamed to look up.

"Dude, she was totally right. That's the best blowjob I've ever had." He pulls a well circulated $5 note from a pocket, tosses it on the floor in front of me, and leaves.

[girlwithamissingpearl]

Question: How sick would I need to be to find this post and not comment? So I have the flu, fever -still101/102-and miserable, sore throat and basically communicating with my third finger for any fool who knocks on my door and comes in before I can tell them to f&ck off.

Answer: A lot sicker. Sicker with no internet connection. So sicker than I am now.

To the brilliant @odessa-2, well done. Very well done indeed. Definitely a top 10, at least, probably top 5 on the list of greatest fan posts ever. Genius. Sorry 🦜😢

Since we are all talking about SH’s 🍆……I’ll add a few thoughts, a lot of nonsense and a cool drink of water to slake our thirst during this drought

So. I was thinking about the posts regarding SH’s supposed inability to fill out the 🍍 🦜🩲 he wore filming MIK2. Bitch please. It’s called Acting. He was trying to inject a little humour for his show. A little context. Many actors use a prosthetic 🍆when filming. Alexander Skarsgard in the series Big Little Lies, big prosthetic 🍆, yet funnily enough he went all au natural full frontal 🍆 for an episode of True Blood. And…In all fairness the prosthetic used in BLL was quite large, and the True Blood episode was filmed in the snow. Read cold. I believe shrinkage is a real thing. Theo James in an episode of White Lotus used a prosthetic 🍆. A really long one. And of course there are many others. It is widely assumed that actor/comedian Pete Davidson has a substantial 🍆 based on the amount of beautiful girls he dates. Don’t quote me but I believe he admitted his 🍆was average. However, due to lack of photographic and investigative reporting to confirm or deny the 🍆he remains what the kids call “an urban legend”. Last bit is more of a fun fact than the professional investigative reporting that will follow.

So. SH. And SH’s 🍆 shown both in and out of Outlander. In no particular order.

For all the haters who made the rounds with 🎯👊🫢👀 and what I assume they thought were witty or stinging comments about SH’s🍆being rather small in his 🍍🦜🩲smuggler in an episode of MIK2. For the record that was one of the loosest fitting pair of swim trunks. So sorry not sorry. No shame in SH’s game.

Exhibit A SH’s 🍆

I really should save this exhibit for the end, but I really don’t want to. Trust me ladies, the frame where SH is frolicking in the mud pond is something that takes a wee bit longer than the other frames to appreciate, but again, trust me and take your time. It’s all there. I’m not a lawyer but the evidence 🍆speaks for itself. No shame in SH’s game.

Exhibit B Haters vs SH’s 🍆

Spend a minute or so and watch the frame where SH is on the beach, just a wholesome attractive guy, fully dressed, skipping stones. In this case the picture really is worth a couple of thousand words. Seriously. Kudos to the genius that slowed down the clip. Clearly SH would fill out a properly fitted🍆 🦜🩲every day of the week and twice on Sunday if he can look so hot in a loose fitting pair of chinos. Case closed.😉or at least it should be.

Exhibit C The cold water 🍆test.

And I mean really, really cold water test. How did no one in editing catch those few seconds where SH literally lets go au national, spreading his arms as he joyfully runs into the ice cold water off the coast of Scotland filming MIK 🍆swinging clearly 👀 for all to see. (Once the clip is enlarged 🥸 and slowed down). Editor either fell asleep for 3 seconds or decided to leave the ever popular in Outlander land, Easter egg as a treat for the most ardent of fans. And wasn’t SH such a good sport to do this after he lost that bet with GMT who for context was wearing a coat with a couple of plaids wrapped around his shoulders for warmth. Accidental or brilliant editing? How many time’s would you say that particular clip has been viewed? Again the🍆 speaks for itself.

Exhibit D Hollywood vs SH’s 🍆

So the Outlander clips where SH and CB as JF and CF in bed provide a little room for discussion. The season 3 reunited in bed scene looks pretty authentic to me. The season 5 happy birthday in bed scene when JF actually says his 🍆 still stands up at 50 was part of the script. The scene was pretty hot and heavy so not sure a stand in 🍆was used. Or needed. But it’s possible.

Exhibit E Haters vs Incriminating photos involving SH’s 🍆

Sometimes you need to pick your battles. Some clearly see 🍆, while others will always say it’s just the angle, shadows and shade. No minds will be changed on either side. Ever.

And finally…Exhibits not included in this particular montage, and there are many, when SH sidles up to CB or CB sidles up to SH.

Now I grew up with sisters but with lots of male cousins, 5 male next door neighbours etc. -by the time I was 13, I realized why some boys always held their books or binders in their 🍆 areas. I was also told repeatedly that sometimes a 🍆has a mind of its own and you just can’t control it. I believe there’s a Seinfeld episode about this very topic. So sometimes it’s easy to tell if a man is attracted to a woman and sometimes it’s not. CB is a beautiful woman, with a beautiful body- she was a VS model ffs so it’s not surprising a man’s🍆 can go rogue. And there are probably a few men who don’t react to CB in a slinky purple long dress or a short grey dress. But SH has been photographed on more than one occasion with a bit of 🍆evidence he’s into her. What the actual fuck any of this has to do with SH 🍆 I have no idea. For those that have read to this point I’m sorry, you just spent 10 minutes of your life you’ll never get back. For those who are offended or disgusted that a group of grown ass amazing women of all ages can appreciate SH’s 🍆all I can say is lighten up. It’s good clean fun. Men do exactly the same thing, swimsuit issues of a certain magazine come to mind. It’s not a discussion that would prompt Mensa to start handing out memberships but that’s not the point. And if you’re thinking of sending me a nasty Dm telling me I’m objectifying SH, don’t try me. SH is a willing participant here. If you need any proof, remember our shirtless selfie posting Ginger Jesus has the final say on his show MIK. Maybe he honestly missed the born free moment, but the mud bath and his 🍍trunks let’s just say that SH is the master of his 🍆 and doesn’t care, well he cares a bit who knows about it.

P.S if you’re looking for something well written and interesting firstly what the F&ck are you doing reading anything I write, I suggest you give our girl @sgiandubh a keek.

Gratuitous cock shots....cause why not?

You know, whilst we wait for SC to never come out and whilst we wait for the next installment of insults to our intellect, we may as well get back to basics....🍆 and remember why Caitriona looks like this when with Tbag 👀

And why she looks like this when in the proximity of Sam Hugeone👀

It's because of this 👇

And this 🍆

🍆😳

Sam's one eyed monster brings out Cait's green eyed monster

Cait only has eyes for her co star's/brother's Manaconda 🐍

Is Sam smuggling a muppet in his pants or is his lap hammer just pointing to his woman? 🧐

Yeehaw cowboy 🤠🍆

*totally shameless I know*

[mandoalorian]

is there a way we could get another maxwell, alistair, and reader blurb with a family vacation?

Vacation with Maxwell Lord and Alistair

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: NONE, tooth rotting fluff.

Rating: PG

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It was your first ever family vacation— and you had to make complete sure it would be one you'd never forget. The honeymoon was amazing, but only two months after the wedding, you were already begging your new husband for another holiday, this time with little Alistair. You loved Alistair like he was your own child, and from the moment he started calling you ‘mommy’, you knew you'd never love another child the way you loved him. You didn't care that he wasn't yours by blood, you loved him unconditionally. It was one of the things that Maxwell immediately saw in you— one of the qualities that made you stand out against any other woman he'd ever been with.

Maxwell was still in bed by the time you had gotten out of the shower. He'd woken up briefly, promised you that he'd get dressed, but clearly he'd fallen back asleep. You didn't blame him, the jet lag was creeping up on you too, but Alistair was bright and full of energy, and you needed Max to wake up. You beckoned Alistair to come over.

"Can I wake daddy?" your son asked with a mischievous smile. You smiled, your toothbrush wobbling between your teeth as you nodded your head in affirmation. Alistair's face completely lit up as he ran over to the king sized bed where Max slept. He threw himself on top of his father, bouncing up and down, screaming melodies of “wake up daddy!” and “it’s time to get up!”

You chuckled to yourself as you watched your husband, as disheveled as ever, roll over and tackle Alistair into a hug.

"Shhh," Maxwell moaned groggily, pinning Alistair down amongst the sheets. Alistair surprisingly listened to his dad, immediately quieting down before erupting into a fit of uncontrollable screams and laughter. You managed to get a glimpse of Max tickling his son, and shook your head, unable to contain your smile. You had never been so happy, and you knew that Max had never been this happy either.

"Boys," you called, biting your lip. Alistair's and Maxwell's heads both snapped up in unison as they stared at you with wide, doe eyes. "you gotta be quiet. It's still early and people are still sleeping." you mentioned, referencing your hotel neighbors.

"Your mother's right," Maxwell huffed, finally getting up.

"How come you and daddy get the big bed and I get the little bed?" Alistair asked you curiously, following you into the bathroom and tugging on your arm for attention.

"You have a big bed at home," you mumbled as you combed through your drying hair. "Besides, you don't seriously expect me and daddy to sleep in the tiny bed, do you?"

Alistair laughed at the thought. You helped him squirt some toothpaste on his brush and poured him a glass of water for him to drink after he brushed his teeth as Max finished throwing some clothes on. You smiled, walking out of the en-suite and towards your husband, wrapping your arms around his body and nuzzling your face into his chest.

"I like this shirt," you told him as you gently smooth down the material. He wore a blue and white pinstripe button down, the first few buttons undone and a pair of cream coloured pants and sandals. You had to practically beg him to dress in something convenient, otherwise he would've happily packed an abundance of his three piece designer suits he wears for work.

"I like you," he murmured, his hands dropping to your waist as he began to sway his hips. "I'm glad we're doing this." Maxwell smiled, glancing back into the bathroom where Alistair was still getting ready.

"Me too."

***

"Don't forget the sunscreen!" you called, laughing as Maxwell achingly rubbed the small of his back. He was carrying two huge, heavy bags, one filled with Alistair's toys and the other filled with beach towels and swimming costumes. You had tried persuading Alistair that he didn't need to bring his toys to the beach, but much like his father, he was adamant and would not change his mind for anyone.

Alistair came running out of the hotel room holding a bottle of sunscreen. It looked gianormous in his tiny hands.

"Got it!" he screamed excitedly, bouncing up and down.

"Good," you praised, taking his hand in yours. "Are you going to let me put the sunscreen on you, or daddy?"

Alistair contemplated for a second. "What if I don't want to wear sunscreen?"

"You have to," Maxwell sighed as you took one of the bags from him, immediately easing up from the loss of weight.

"But what if-" the little boy began to argue, but his father cut him off.

"Alistair." Maxwell said sternly, furrowing his eyebrows and pointing his finger.

You nudged your husband in the side, quirking an inquisitive eyebrow. "Don't be miserable," you warned him with a gentle whisper and Maxwell nodded his head understandingly. "Alistair, if you let your daddy put sunscreen on, I'll go get you an ice cream?"

Alistair's eyes became comically wide as he smiled a toothy grin. "Deal!" he exclaimed, sticking his hand out for you to shake. You giggled, shaking the little boy's hand.

"Didn't think my son would be making business deals so young," Maxwell chuckled as you walked out the hotel lobby. You rested your head on his shoulder as the blinding warm sunlight beamed against your skin. You hummed, adjusting your sunhat and digging into your bag to pass Maxwell his sunglasses.

"He takes after his father," you giggled. "Which way is the beach?"

Alistair tapped a finger against his chin. "I think it's that way!" he announced.

"And what makes you say that?" Maxwell asked, popping his gold framed sunglasses on and running a hand through his dark blonde hair.

Alistair shrugged.

"We could just walk and see where it takes us?" you suggested. Maxwell didn't care where you'd go, all that mattered to him was that you and Alistair were having fun and being happy. It was your first family vacation since he had married you, and he lived to see your smile. Max enjoyed vacationing, sure, but this was the first time he'd gone somewhere tropical and exotic. He'd usually venture to some foreign city, somewhere he'd still be able to work if he needed to. You swore that there'd be no working on this holiday though. Maxwell needed a well deserved break. The pebbled pathway took you to a swimming pool, rather than a beach, but Alistair was still happy enough.

The pool was huge, with turquoise tranquil waters. It wasn't too busy, which was ideal— it meant there was less chance of your husband being noticed. You found two unoccupied lounge chairs and popped your bags down on them, claiming them as your own.

"Can we go swimming?" Alistair asked and you nodded your head.

"Yes but remember, sunscreen. Go see your daddy." you told Alistair and he nodded obediently, padding over to his father who was unpacking his bag. Maxwell seen to Alistair, making sure he was completely protected, and began to blow up his inflatables.

"Daddy? Can you go swimming with me and mommy?" Alistair asked curiously as soon as Maxwell had lay down on the lounge chair. He had unbuttoned his shirt fully now, relishing the heat as it warmed his chest. Max picked up one of the fiction novels you'd encouraged him to read, and was so engulfed in the literature, he hadn't even heard his son. "Daddy?" Alistair called again, poking Max in the belly.

"Yes?" Maxwell huffed, his eyes not leaving the pages.

"Can you go swimming with me and mommy?" Alistair repeated.

"Daddy doesn't swim," Maxwell grimaced. "Look Alistair, daddy is reading. Daddy is relaxing. Why don't you go play with mommy in the pool and then we can grab some ice cream?"

"But I want to swim with you daddy!" Alistair begged, tugging on Maxwell's arm. "Please daddy, please!"

Maxwell couldn't resist the pleas of his son. Alistair knew how to soften his father. Max glanced up at you, surprised to see that you were already smirking knowingly back down at him— and had witnessed the whole conversation. You knew Max would eventually cave and do whatever Alistair wanted. He put his book down on your lounge chair and sat up, shuffling out of his shirt and pulling down his pants. You grinned when you saw he was already wearing his swimming trunks underneath.

The water was warm and refreshing, and it felt wonderful to swim around. You and Alistair both chased Max around the pool, splashing him playfully, paying extra care to get his hair wet. Max hated it, but you loved the way his hair fell out of place and his natural waves would appear. You watched as Max lifted Alistair in the air and sat him on an inflatable toy, watching him as he ate his promised ice cream.

"I love our little family." you revealed, treading through the water towards Max and wrapping your arms around his body.

"Me too," Maxwell said, brushing a gentle kiss on your lips. "You know I've been thinking…" he said, turning his attention back on Alistair who was now clagged up in vanilla ice cream. Max tsked, shaking his head. "Thinking what if our little family stops being so little."

You turned to face Max, your eyes widening slightly. "What are you saying?"

"You're such a good mother to Alistair, and I just keep thinking about how much I wanna see you carrying one of my own children." Max smirked and you felt your cheeks heat up as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.

"Really?" you asked, the prospect exciting you. "Another child?"

And in true Maxwell Lord fashion, he replied, "Why not more?"

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[tooweirdforyou]

hello ! I just discovered your blog and i mightve binged all your writing in one sitting 👉👈 I just absolutely love all your works ! 💕 anyway i saw the writing prompts you posted and would it be alright to make a request? if u could, pls do #8 + luffy and his s/o~ need more luffy fics in my life lol thank you sm ! 💖

Prompt #8 With Luffy

A/N : another requester! thank you so much for liking my writings 🥺, and yes, Luffy deserves so much love. I’d give him meat the size of Earth if I could. 😩💖

Prompt #8 : “please, just do it with me, just once!”

Summary : Luffy with his significant other, pleading to do a little something for their amusement.

note : I actually didn’t have a really good / cute idea for this, this was harder than I thought, because it’s Luffy lol. Hopefully you’ll still enjoy this. :) + this idea is KIND OF based off a little drawing comic I read here on tumblr by a creator. If anyone knows the user since I forgot ;-;, so I can credit them, let me know!!

Warning : there’s very slight implied 14+ but it’s literally nothing. lol

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“No.”

Your flat out refusal made Luffy frown and pout at you. “Whyyy?” He dragged out the end, whining at how quickly you rejected him.

“Luffy, I already said no, stop whining.”

“Why nottt? It’ll be funnn! I used to do it with Ace and Sabo all the time when we were kids!” Luffy furrows his brows at you as he sat up and crossed his arms, tilting his head.

“That’s different! I can’t just do it with you!” Your cheeks flushed as you stared at him incredulously. “Don’t you have any common sense?!”

“You’re thinking too much. You sometimes bathe with Robin and Nami, right? It’s the same thing!”

You choke on your spit at his argument and scoff in disbelief. “You’re unbelievable.” You huff, turning away and going to finish what you were doing.

“You’re a guy, I’m a girl, you do understand the problem here, right?” You exhale, rubbing your temples at your captain and significant other.

Sure, you two were dating, but you haven’t even gotten to that kind of level yet. You were pretty far from it.

“What are you afraid of? It’s not going to kill you to just take a bath with me together! I can scrub your hair and you can scrub mine! It’ll be funnnn!”

Luffy continued to whine and complain to you, following after you into the kitchen, your annoyance level slowly rising.

Luffy, noticing your silence, pouts once more before bowing 90° and pressed his hands together in a prayer motion.

“Please, do it with me! Just once!”

You’d glare daggers at him, your cheeks still warm before you exhale heavily after him.

“..fine. I’m wearing a swimsuit though, and YOU BETTER TOO!” You shout at him, Luffy looking up with wide eyes, excitement running through them.

He’d grin widely before nodding eagerly. “Sure! Let’s go!” He stretches his arm to grab your hand and began dragging you out.

“Wait, right now?!”

“Of course!”

-

“Luffy, stop moving, you’re shifting all the bubbles in the water and you’re going to make it— LUFFY!”

The rubber male would only laugh heartily at you as he pulls back his arms and sits still for you, so you can finish scrubbing his hair.

“Shishishi~ sorry [Name]. Look at all the bubbles though!” He says, pointing at the moving bubbles in the water.

You’d only sigh and soften your expression slightly, nodding at him. “Yeah.”

As much as you didn’t like the idea of bathing with Luffy, being significant others or not, you actually didn’t mind it that bad.

Admittedly, you were enjoying yourself.

Luffy, fortunately listened to you, and wore swim trunks before he came in. You were in your bathing suit, both sitting in the warm bath together now.

Making sure it was fully scrubbed up with soap, you pull your hands away from Luffy’s head of hair and smile slightly. “I’m done, Luffy.”

Luffy pulls away and smiles at you, nodding. “Let me do you now!” About to protest, Luffy already inserted some shampoo onto his hand and waited patiently for you, making you sigh once more in defeat before turning around so your backed faced him.

“Thanks for joining me in my bath, [Name]!” Luffy grins, started to soap up your hair and scrub it. It was a bit of a sloppy mess, but he did his best.

“Sure, Luffy. I’m actually enjoying myself... maybe we can do this again.” You say softly, smiling a bit to yourself as you close your eyes.

Luffy’s smile softens itself as he continued to wash your hair, his mind reminiscing in memories of Ace and Sabo a bit.

“I hope we do this more often... Ace, Sabo and I used to do it all the time.” Luffy mumbles quietly to himself, his smile becoming sadder as he thought about his brothers.

Hearing the sadness in his voice, you slowly pull away and turn, confusing Luffy. “E-Eh, I’m not done, [Name].”

You don’t say anything, just turning to face him before smiling brightly and reach up to his still shampooed and soapy hair, messing with it and bringing the bubbles up.

Luffy would be confused before finally seeing what you did to his hair, it being a completely different style thanks to the soap used as gel.

He’d laugh aloud immediately, the sight being hilarious to himself as he’s also equally amazed. “Woah, look [Name]!” He’d change it up and give himself devil horns, laughing more at it.

You’ll smile at his laughter, glad he was already feeling better and even laugh a bit yourself as Luffy goes to mess with your hair as well.

Soon, it’ll turn into a contest of who could give the other the wackiest hairstyle with soap, which results in no winner, due to Luffy becoming exhausted in the water.

“Come on, let’s get you dried up.”

After washing off all the soap on your bodies, you’d step out and wrap a towel around your shoulders, before helping Luffy out and let him dry himself.

You’ll turn to him and smile warmly before heading off to get changed in your room.

“This was actually kind of fun, Luffy. Let’s do it again next time.”

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A/N : Hope you liked it!! No lie, I really couldn’t think of anything else—

Sorry this took so long too, I’m literally only free at like 1-2 AM ;-;

Also, as much as I love Zoro—, ( he’s so freaking handsome, hot, sexy and amazingly adorably cute ), I have SO MANY requests for him lol. I gotta get working!

[anonymous0writer]

Crush II JJ Maybank

Author: @anonymous0writer

Warning: Swearing. Alcohol use. Mostly just fluff 

Requested: Yes!

“JJ songfic request - Crush by Cigarettes After Sex. 💛 thanks for writing these, I LOVE songfics.”

A/N: This was so fun, and I love this song so much now. Sjsj Thank you anon!

Song lyrics look like this

I wanna line my walls with photographs you sent Of you lying in your swimsuit on the bed

Your phone chimed, lighting up the covers of your bed. You picked it up, knowing exactly who it was. Your boyfriend was trying on bathing suits and was giving you a virtual fashion show. In reality, you two were supposed to go to the beach with the rest of the crew in an hour, and JJ wanted your opinion on what bathing suit to wear. He was just making fun of you and how you texted him or asked his opinion on your clothes all the time. 

You giggled and opened up the text. It was JJ, sun kissed skin and abs on full display in royal blue trunks. You grinned. 

You: Looks great babe!

JJ: I’m not sure about it… let me try on five others. ;)

You rolled your eyes at the dig. You did not act like that. Usually you were only debating between two or three. Not seven. But JJ was a tease in everything he did, and you had to admit, this new game of his wasn’t bad. Afterall, you get countless pictures of your shirtless boyfriend making funny faces. 

You admired the rest of his flood of photos, and secretly wished you could put them on your wall. The wall behind you was filled with polaroids of you and Kie dancing or laughing. Or you and John B. making silly faces, while the ones with you and Pope were doing funny poses. But there were a plethora of ones of the five of you, hugging, talking, dancing. And of course, ones of you and JJ. Or just JJ- those were your favorite. JJ would always be hugging you, or kissing you. One was of JJ holding mistletoe over your head and kissing you. Another one was of you thrown over JJ’s shoulder and laughing wildly. Your photo wall was everything to you, and a perfect look inside your life with the Pogues. But you’d love to put up photos of JJ shirtless and posing for you. Sure you snuck a couple photos of him at the beach, or in your bed, or just shirtless while mowing a lawn, but you couldn’t get enough of it. Of him. 

Can't live without your love inside me now I'll find a way to slip into your skin somehow

You sat yourself next to your boyfriend, the couch dipping with your movements. His arm automatically went around your shoulders and tugged you close. You giggled, but sank into his warmth, breathing in his scent. JJ smelled of salt water and the faint touch of weed. You kissed his cheek as you wrapped your arms around his waist tightly, burying your head in his chest. 

JJ was talking to John B. about either the new boat his dad got, or the job a Kook just hired him for. You didn’t pay attention, instead listening to the beat of his heart, calm and content in his chest. You slid your hands under his shirt, needing to feel his hot skin against your calm. 

JJ glanced down at you, a small smile tugging at his lips. He kissed your hair and continued talking to his best friend. After their conversation trailed off, he leaned down to your ear. 

“You okay, baby?” 

You hummed in response, moving so you straddled him. He hugged you tight, slightly worried something was wrong and had upset you. He brushed your hair back, kissing your forehead. 

“You sure, sweet girl?” 

“I’m okay, J. I just wanted to love you,” You mumbled against his shirt as you curled tighter into him. To you, close was never close enough. You wanted to be touching his skin twenty four seven, and hold him all the time. You need his love like a choked man needing air. 

“I love you.” You said, leaning back to look at him in the eyes. You couldn’t help but melt a little at the sight of his pale eyes. They were one of your favorite features of your boyfriend. His beautiful cerulean eyes. 

“I love you more, baby.” JJ leans his forehead against yours, smiling. 

I wanna fuck your love slow Catch my heart, go swim Feel your lips crush Hold you here my loveliest friend

You whimpered, relaxing on the bed as you came down from your high. Your skin was slick with sweat, and your hair stuck to your forehead as you took deep breaths. The boy next to you snuggled into your side, blonde hair tickling the underside of your jaw. You smiled at the feeling and reached up to run your fingertips lightly through his locks. He hummed in pleasure at the sensation. 

He kissed the junction of your neck and shoulder, lips curving into a soft smile against your skin. 

“That was really good.” 

You hummed. “Amazing, actually.” 

The tips of JJ’s fingers trailed over the bare skin above your hip, tracing small patterns. He tugged your closer, lips caressing your soft skin in long kisses. You closed your eyes, relishing in the ghost of the orgasm still hovering over you. You held the surfer in your arms, kissing his hair and tangling your fingers into the pale strands. 

His hands continued trailing across your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You giggled at the feeling, thinking you could lay here forever. Forever with JJ in your arms, his hands tracing things onto your skin and your fingers finding home in his hair. This moment was perfect, and it was everything you needed. This was all you needed. JJ was all you needed. 

I love to watch you when you're trying on your clothes And now you're all I think about when I'm alone

You tipped your head back as you laughed, joy lighting up your face as you twirled in the mirror. 

“J, I could be a dancer!” You called, doing a ballet routine you barely remembered from when you were six and your mom made you take a couple lessons. You giggled and came to a halt as you looked at the boy in front of you. 

He was admiring your beauty, and how happy you looked twirling for him. He grinned. 

“It looks good on you baby.” 

“You said that about the last two!” You cried, but glad he liked the dresses. A smile was etched onto your face as JJ smirked. 

“Because it’s true. You looked in everything,” He arched a brow. “Though you’d look better without it…”

Heat rushed to your cheeks though after two years, you were used to the constant teasing and flirting and dirty jokes. You shook your head and ducked behind the curtain of the changing room. Before disappearing completely, you peeked out of the pattern curtain and grinned. 

“You’re no help, you know that, Maybank?” 

“You love it.” He replied, waiting as you changed and came out dressed in a silky, light blue dress. The straps were spaghetti and the color made your tan skin glow. You were in love with the dress, but you twirled for your boyfriend to get his opinion on it. 

“How about this one?” You asked, smiling softly as the boy picked you up and spun you. You laughed, gripping his shoulders. 

“This is the one.” JJ confirmed as he set you down. He curled his arms around your waist as you both peered into the mirror. 

“You think?” You asked, debating over the three other dresses in your mind. This one was your favorite, but the others were good and more versatile. JJ rested his chin on your shoulder and smiled. He kissed your cheek and admired you. 

“Definitely a keeper.” He decided. 

But he wasn’t looking at the dress. Or even the mirror. He was looking straight at you.

Can't wait to feel your love inside me now We'll have a drink or two and we'll go to your house

JJ’s arm snaked around your torso as you perched yourself on his lap, beer in hand. You smiled down at him and continued your conversation with Kiara as JJ held you. 

The small kegger you five threw at the Boneyard had boomed. And now, the whole stretch of beach was packed with drunk teenagers, tourists and even some Kooks. Someone, you still don’t know who, dragged another kegger onto the beach, doubling the amount of cheap alcohol along with the intake of it. So you and the rest of your tight-knit crew had gotten progressively more drunk as the night wore on. 

And as the night wore on, JJ got more touchy. He was always a touchy boyfriend, but his hands played with the hem of your shirt and his lips were attached to your neck. His hands slid onto your stomach, making you gasp slightly at the cold touch of his fingers against your torso. 

“JJ,” You spoke, pushing the boy's hands away once Kie left to find John B. and Pope had gone to refill drinks. 

“I want you so bad right now, Y/N.” He whispered against your skin, another kiss caressing your skin.

“J, not now.” You giggled as his cold nose pressed against your neck. You felt his lips curve into a smile. “In a bit, yeah? When we get back to my house.” 

Your voice dropped lower as Pope came back, red solo cups filled to the brim for you and your boyfriend. Pope would fill up the cups for you, but he’d never drink. Even though he was pretty shit at driving, he was always the designated driver. You smiled and offered a thanks as you wrapped your hand around the cup. 

You continued to sit on your boyfriend's lap, talking and drinking with your friends. But you had to admit. You couldn’t wait until the party broke up and you went home. You couldn’t wait until JJ fucked you so hard you couldn’t form a thought.

[harryspet]

rogue angel [6] bucky barnes

[Warnings] dark bucky barnes x reader, daddy bucky, forced age regression, stockholm syndrome?, dd lg dynamic, praise kink, fingering, handjob, daddy kink, orgasm control/denial, little editing

A/N: this chapter is a little shorter than the others but a lot of fun happens! also, I made the moodboard before I finished the chapter so it doesn’t match but idc lol.

In which you discover the potential of your princess parts. 

series masterlist

word count: 2.4k 

Bucky’s body looked like it was sculpted by a Greek God. You wondered how he managed to stay in such good shape when he was dealing with you so much. It seemed like you were together 24/7 over the next few weeks and, when you asked about it, he mentioned how he went on runs while you took your midday nap. You had seen him shirtless a few short times but now … now you were taking in his full form. 

He only wore a pair of swim trunks, his body glowing under the bright sun. It was one of the rare days when the sun was fully out and Bucky decided that the two of you should take full advantage of it. 

The first part of your day started with a make-shift water slide. Bucky laid out a huge black tarp, spraying it with dish soap and then letting the water from the hose run down it. He encouraged you to slide down it and you had a blast. You liked it best when he held you in his lap, sliding down the small hill together. 

You couldn’t stop your giggling as you crashed into each other, slipping around and spinning in circles. It was another thing to add to your list of likes. 

You spent all day outside with him, basking in your newly found youth. 

Now you were watching him water the small garden that decorated the front of the cabin when suddenly the hose turned on you. You were kneeling down, mindlessly stirring a stick around the hole you had dug in the ground. You let out a small yelp, running away from the cold water, as you giggled uncontrollably. The water followed you, soaking your hair and your yellow, one-piece swimsuit. 

“Daddy,” You whined, as his assault finally ended. You wiped your eyes to find him grinning at you, “I was making soup!”

Bucky followed your gesture towards the hole in the ground filled with mud and dead flowers. Archie had helped you dig it and now he was covered in mud too. The mud was decorating your swimsuit and your bare legs, “And now my little tomboy is all muddy,” He sprayed you again, chasing you down with the water. You couldn’t help but smile as he finally wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back towards the house, “You and Archie both need a bath.”

He turned you so you front was pressed against his, “I’m not dirty,” You frowned, your hands pressed to his chest, “I’m clean.”

“I beg to differ, little girl,” He stated firmly, “Do you want to help Daddy get Archie clean?”

You nodded eagerly, excited as long as you weren’t the one who had to be scrubbed down. Archie shook out his fur, effectively getting dirt everywhere. Bucky returned to the house to get supplies, leaving you there with Archer. 

There were still no days passed where you didn’t think about running away. Before, you promised yourself you’d run the day that your legs were strong. Now that they were, here you were in his arms. Every time you thought about leaving, you thought about the memory that was triggered by the lightning. They kept shocking you over and over until you couldn’t remember your family anymore. You still couldn’t think of any of their faces and you decided not to ask Bucky about it. 

You couldn’t face that yet. 

There were moments like this when Bucky showed you his trust. Or maybe he was only proving that, no matter fast you ran, he’d be there to catch you. Still, you liked the idea of him trusting you.

The two of you bathed Archer in a small kiddie pool. After Bucky rinsed the husky dog, he allowed you to rub soap into the dog’s fur. 

“Good job, angel,” He complimented you, causing your heart flutter. You couldn’t even meet his eyes as you continued your work. It was a feeling you felt in your core, just like when Wanda complimented you. After you were done, Bucky rinsed the dog again. Another yelp a little as Archie shook out his fur before the two of you could cover him in a towel. 

You helped Bucky wrestle with the dog, drying him off. After, you both effectively smelt like outside and wet dog.  “Would you like a bath now, my darling? Or shall I hose you down too?”

“Shower,” You attempted to bargain, looking into those crystal eyes, “Please?”

Bucky thought about it for a moment, “Okay, shower then. But just for today,” Bucky agreed and your lips tugged into a grinned. Bucky noted how much more of your smile he’d seen lately, “As long as you promise to be a good girl for the rest of the night.”

“I’ll be good. Promise, Daddy.” You nodded, letting him carry you back in the house. He trusted you to keep it and you trusted him in return. 

+

You didn’t expect Bucky to slip into the shower with you. At first, you were still wearing your swimsuit and he was wearing his shorts until you felt him slipping the strap off of your shoulder. He had seen you naked multiple times yet this time was different.

Bucky was even more quiet than usual, observant even. His movements were slow and you wondered why he was taking his sweet time. He let the fabric bunch around your feet before encouraging you to step out of them. Now, you could feel the full force of the hot water cascading over your skin. 

You turned around to face him but you heard a, “Look forward, princess.”

You did as he said, trying to focus on the water in front of you. It was a glass shower and, if you looked in the corner of your eyes, you could see him moving. He was slipping down his boxers, his eyes locked on your body. 

“Good girl,” You bit down on your lip, his words causing heat to rise in your core. You tried to focus on the water. Keyword: tried, “Stay still for me, princess.”

His body pressed against yours, and you felt him run a soapy cloth over your shoulder and down your arms. He cleaned every inch of your body, not letting you lift a single finger. You felt he was studying every curve of your body as he did. He even leaned down to run the cloth over your legs. 

His metal hand held your waist as he finally finished. Your body was frozen with anticipation at that point. He leaned into your ear to say, “Are your princess parts feeling tingly, angel?” 

“M-My princess parts?” You questioned hesitantly. 

You felt his other hand roam over your stomach and then between your legs. You felt what was in between his legs pressing against your bottom, “That area, right here,” His pointer finger swiped over your folds, “How does it feel?”

A shudder went through your body, “... tingly.”

“Tingly?” You could practically hear him smirking, “Do you want Daddy to take care of that for you?”

His fingers were hovering over the area and you had to stop yourself from grinding yourself into his fingers. Bucky felt you nodding, desperate, “Use your words, angel.”

“Please take care of me, Daddy,” You rushed out your words, not bothering to breathe. His fingers gripped your private area, his metal one still holding your waist in place. 

“That’s my girl, using her big girl words. Such a good girl for Daddy,” Bucky noticed how well you responded to praise, making him wanting to keep going and to see how your body reacted. Bucky rubbed all the way up and down your folds before focusing on your sensitive bulb. With each rotation of his fingers, you had to bite down on your lip harder to stop from crying out. 

“Don’t hold it in, baby. Moan for Daddy,” You did slowly, the quiet moans passing your lips. Your breathing was heavy as you tried not to squirm around,  “Good girl, Y/N. You like it when I call you that, don’t you?”

You nodded quickly, feeling his fingers get even faster, “Y-Yes …” At that point, Bucky didn’t even need the water since your own body was fully lubricating your lower region. He could feel how aroused you were. 

“You deserve this, angel. I’m proud of you. You’ve been such a good girl for me all week,” You had been good all week. You’d been compromising and polite. You liked that he was recognizing that very much. Bucky’s metal hand reached to caress your breast, the cold metal tickling your nipples. You yelped at that but you were interrupted by your own moaning. 

Your back pressed against his front as you finally reached your climax. You gripped onto his metal arm as it ripped through you, from your head all the way to your curling toes, “Just one for now, angel,” Bucky said. 

You were still recovering, breathing heavily when Bucky handed you the washcloth, “Daddy’s turn?” You questioned curiously. 

“Turn around, angel,” You obeyed quickly, coming face to face with his chest. As you looked up, you saw the hunger in his eyes. You brought the cloth to his bare chest, wiping and spreading around the suds. 

Your face started to heat with embarrassment as you dragged the cloth over his large biceps. Part of you couldn’t believe that you had ever kissed him or let him do those kinds of things to you. That part was getting smaller and smaller by day. 

“I think … I think I like a lot of things now,” You spoke from your mind. 

“Oh yeah?” Bucky smiled at that, letting your smaller hands wander over him, “What kind of things do you like, princess?”

You spoke as your hands trailed lower, “I like giraffes. I like coloring. I like Archie. I like baking … I like playing in the water with you,” Your hands stopped before they traveled between his legs, the anxiety creeping in. 

“I’m glad, Y/N,” Bucky took your chin in his hands, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips. His hand slowly moved down to your hand, grabbing it and moving it towards his pelvis. As he kissed you, he wrapped your hands around his growing member, “Do you want to know what Daddy likes?”

You felt him harden in your grasp as he moved your hands up and down his length, “W-What?” Your senses were even more overwhelmed than before. 

“When you touch me, princess,” Bucky responded huskily, his breathing starting to get heavier just like yours did. 

“This feels good?” You asked as he let go of your hand. You took it upon yourself to follow his lead, continuing to stroke his member. 

He nodded, grinning, “Yes,” He reassured you, “Just like that, you’re doing good baby.”

“I am?” Your words surprised Bucky. Were you insecure or were you just trying to get him to praise you again? How needy were you for his approval?

“Yes, baby. You make me feel so good,” He grunted and you moved your hands faster. You liked seeing him like this, still strong, but a little bit more vulnerable. 

Bucky leaned down to kiss you again as you continued to pump your hand. As he grunted against your lips, you felt that tingling once again. You craved his touch even more and the idea of waiting until later for him to satisfy you was painful.

You’d just be extra good today.

You assumed he met his climax as his head tilted back but the deep groan that left his lips and the liquid that spilled from his member, frightened you, “Did I hurt you Daddy?” You asked, panicked. 

“No, baby,” He pecked your lips to reassure you, “You did so good. Now, let’s rinse off before we turn into prunes.”

+

“Daddy, do my toys talk?” You asked, staring at the projection of Toy Story on your bedroom wall. Bucky had set up the projector as well as the pile of blankets and pillows. All your stuffed animals were surrounding you too because you didn’t want them to miss the movie either.

“If you use your imagination, I’m sure you can talk to them.”

Bucky’s eyes were focused on the movie but he noted the extra suspicious glances you took towards the large bunny rabbit sitting in the corner. Bucky smiled at your cuteness, pulling you closer to him. 

Wanda had sent the movie DVD’s in their latest care packages as well as cupcake mix, a few dresses, and new binkie that she heard from her mommy groups were even better for adults. You promised Bucky you’d do a photoshoot for him in your new dresses so he could send them the pictures to Wanda. 

You asked about Rory at least daily. Bucky wanted to give you more time to adjust to being with him but he knew he had to start planning another play date soon. He figured it would lift your spirits even further. 

Both of you grew tired as the movie came to an end. At least, Bucky though you were tired. He was taken aback when you abruptly climbed into his lap, “I’ve been good all day,” You told him. You’d eaten all your dinner, helped him with the dishes, and you hadn’t complained about the pull-ups once, “Does that mean I can have more touches on my princess parts?”

You were only wearing a mint t-shirt and your pull-up and Bucky noticed the way your fingers teased along the top of the pull-up, “Getting greedy, are we?” Bucky teased you. 

“Not greedy,” You frowned, “I’m a good girl.”

“Of course you are but it’s bedtime, angel,” Bucky sighed, lifting you up and carrying you to your bed. Bucky tucked you into the bed with Lucy, crossing the room to turn off the projector. The room flooded with darkness and you gripped Lucy tightly. 

Before Bucky left the room, he kneeled beside your bed, and you reached out to hold his hand, “You know, your princess parts are only for Daddy to touch, right?”

“They are?” You questioned curiously. 

Bucky nodded, “So you shouldn’t touch them without my permission, understand?”

You weren’t sure why that was a rule but you nodded anyway, “Yes, I-I understand.”

He rubbed a calming circle into your palm before kissing your forehead. He let you hold onto him for a little while longer before he pulled away and whispered a, “Goodnight, princess.”

As the door closed, you stared up at the ceiling. You thought about his words and that seemed to make the feeling between your legs worse. You almost let out a groan of frustration before you realized an important loophole. Bucky said you couldn’t touch them but … maybe your stuffies could and he’d never know. 

You didn’t think about it longer as you grabbed an elephant-shaped stuffie and placed it between your legs.

“Good girl,” Bucky’s voice echoed in your head, warming your core, and causing the wetness between your legs.

+

I think a punishment might be in the reader’s future ... let me know what you think! @stonerosedheart​  gave me the toy story idea!! 

Feel free to message me with your predictions or imagines! Also, send my your darkest fantasies please.

[yikesharringrove]

hop or max (or both👀) realise how close bill and steve have become and love it because they can just see how happy the boys are

The two boys hadn’t noticed Hop standing there.

They were sitting, pressed hip to hip on the stairs outside the Byers’ when he arrived to pick up El.

They were passing one cigarette back and forth despite the full pack sitting between them, and the outline of a pack he could see in Billy’s breast pocket.

They were talking softly, giggling, touch lingering as they passed the cigarette back and forth.

Billy’s face was soft, was open when he looked at Steve. Hop didn’t know much about the kid, but had heard stories, stories of how rough and tumble he tended to be, how he was hard and mean.

He looked like a damn teddy bear next to Harrington on the steps.

And Jesus, Steve was almost unrecognizable to Hopper.

He had known the kid for a long time, knew his dad all through school, knew Steve when he got old enough to start causin’ trouble.

He had seen Steve looking bored and proper, like he was above everything, like he was too good for Hawkins. He had seen Steve get knocked down a few hundred pegs, had seen him rattling about the town with a nervous twitch in his shoulder, a crazed glint in his eye and a spiked bat in his trunk.

Hell, he’d even seen the kid breakdown, had found him in the woods one night, crashing through with his bat, had started spewing off about how he needed to make sure they were all gone, that everyone’s safe.

(He had cried and shook and slept on Hop’s couch for about a day and a half after that.)

He was used to the spoiled little prince, or the haunted teen with trauma past his years.

He was not used to this carefree boy, this giggly mess sitting next to his friend, sharing a cigarette.

He liked the look on Steve. Liked the line of his shoulders when they weren’t carrying the weight of the world.

-

Max huffed.

She had been woken up by a few thumps in Billy’s room. He had originally figured Neil was in there being awful, but then she heard giggles, unmistakable teenage girl giggles.

That gave way into unmistakable teenage girl moans.

She slammed a pillow over her head, blocking out the high-pitched whimpering. It was the same as the past few nights.

This girl, whoever she was, Billy must like her if she kept sneaking into his bedroom.

Usually, Billy was sneaking out, not letting this girl in.

When the noises had stopped, she took the pillow off her head.

“Sucks that your parent are home. It makes me nervous, you comin’ here. When do they leave again?” She rolled over, didn’t care to hear the chick’s response. She put on her headphones, falling asleep to the Metallica tape still in Billy’s walkman, didn’t hear Steve say, just two more nights, Bill.

-

“You need any help?” Hop was elbows deep in the sink, scrubbing at the dishes from dinner.

Steve was leaning against the counter, rolling up his sleeves. He didn’t wait for an answer, just shoved himself next to Hop and began scrubbing.

“You and Hargrove seem to be close.” He was too focused on rubbing the stains off of Joyce’s dishes to see how Steve’s cheeks went red.

“Yeah, we’re friends.”

“I think you’re good for each other. You both seem better.”

“‘Do you mean better?” Hop shrugged.

“He doesn’t seem as pissed off. I haven’t given him a speeding ticket in over two weeks for rage driving, and you haven’t seemed so, I don’t know, fucked up.”

Steve had to put the dish down as he laughed, was laughing so fucking hard he had to squat down, try to collect himself. He wiped his eyes when he stood back up.

“He’s secretly a really nice person. Don’t tell him I said that.” Hop winked at him.

-

Max threw Billy a weird look.

She had asked for a ride to Steve’s house, which was met with a I’ll be ready in ten from Billy. Twenty minutes of him getting his hair just so, they set off.

And then Billy got out of the car with her, walked her to Steve’s door.

“Don’t you got a date?” Billy just furrowed his brows at her. She looked pointedly at his clothes, the red shirt he only wore on his dates, almost all the way unbuttoned.

“Nah. Just haven’t done laundry in a while.” He was staring her down.

“Are you and Steve even friends?” But he didn’t answer. The door swung open, revealing Steve dressed casually in a pair of sweats. He smiled at Max, ushering her inside to the kitchen with the rest of the brats as he stepped onto the porch to talk to Billy.

She doubled back.

“You look nice. Got a date?”

“Yeah. Leggy brunet. Totally hot. Has this tight ass, is such a slut.” She cringed at the way her brother was talking about this poor girl. Plus, ehy had he lied to Max, said he didn’t have a date.

“Sounds like a wet fucking dream.” Billy muttered shuddup as Steve laughed.

Steve was making fun of Billy, as wasn’t getting the shit beaten out of him for it.

“Well, come in then. It’s cold.” It really wasn’t but she raced off to join the others in the kitchen, left too soon to see Billy pin Steve against the door, kiss him roughly for a few seconds.

Billy snuck out again, after dropping her off at home.

-

Hop was on quarry duty tonight.

It was Valentine’s Day, which meant most of Hawkins’ young couples would be parked at the quarry or Lovers’ Lake or one of the other lookout make out spots.

Hop was wandering through with a flashlight, knocking on windows with a Hawkins PD, get outta here, you’re trespassing.

He came upon Billy Hargrove’s unmistakable car, the dark blue Camaro parked under a large tree, mostly hidden from the other’s.

He was expecting to knock on the back window, but heard voices coming from the hood.

Billy and Steve were passing what smelled like a joint back and forth, laying back on the windshield looking at the stars.

“Fuck knows I got no other plans for this year. I don’t mind waiting.”

“It’s a whole year, Steve. You’d be stuck here until I graduate.”

“What else am I gonna do?”

“You might still get into Chicago.”

“Don’t hold your breath, Bill.” 

Hopper came stomping up to their line of sight. Steve put out the joint against the side of the car and tossed it into the bushes.

“Subtle.” Billy shrugged at Hop.

“I was expecting to have to pull you off some girl, Hargrove.”

“Hawkins chicks ain’t really my type.” Hop just shook his head.

“Well, you two are still trespassing. Services roads closed at six.” Steve just nodded vigorously as he slid off the car.

“We’ll scurry right off, Hop. Sorry.”

“And if you two are gonna smoke, please do it in a house, or somewhere I can’t smell it.”

The two slammed themselves in the car, Hop could hear them laugh as the car roared to life.

-

Max was digging through the backseat of Billy’s car, trying to find her skateboard.

He had hidden it from her, like a fucking child, so she snagged his keys when he was too busy being a meathead, working out in the living room.

It was as gross as she was expecting. Billy like to keep his car very clean, especially compared to his pigsty of a bedroom.

She picked up an old worn sweatshirt, found a plain shoebox underneath.

She didn’t want to snoop, but she was curious.

There were a few pictures of Billy’s mom right on top. She only recognized her from the necklace around her neck, the one Billy now refused to take off.

There were some movie ticket stubs, a big wad off cash she made a mental note of, a slip of paper she recognized from a fortune cookie from the place Billy would take her on Thursdays after school in California to get their two for one entree special. He had some jewelry in there, probably more of his mom’s, and a gaudy valentine covered in glitter.

She closed the box, didn’t care to dig further than the valentine, didn’t see Steve’s neat handwriting inside of it, the pictures Billy hoarded underneath it, pictures of Steve, pictures of him and Steve, even a few saucy ones of Steve.

Instead she turned her attention to the hoodie, to the faded Hawkins High Swim Team on the front.

She gave it back to Steve next time she saw him.

“Found it in my brother’s car.”

It would be back in a few weeks, anyway.

-

Hop opened the door to the cabin when Steve rapt on it.

He was toting a bunch of board games, was there to watch El for the night.

Hop raised his eyebrows when Steve set them down, revealing the faded Judas Priest shirt. He knew Steve liked shitty pop, wouldn’t be caught dead listening to hard rock.

“Nice shirt.” Steve looked down at himself, going red.

“Oh shit, Bill slept over last night, he must’ve left it.”

And then Hop noticed the bruises. The dark hickies on his neck, just under the stolen shirt.

Hop’s pretty sure he would’ve never heard the end of it if Steve had a girlfriend, pretty sure the kid’s would’ve lost their shit over it.

So Steve maybe was dating in secret, dating a boy in secret, a boy he spent Valentine’s Day with, a boy he giggled with and shared cigarettes with, a boy who’s shirts he stole and forgot he was wearing them.

But Steve was soft when he sat down next to El, smiled at her nicely and asked about the book she was reading.

So Hop shrugged, and went to his late shift.

-

“You wanna go to the mall?” Billy was standing weirdly in her doorway, trying to make himself look like he belonged there. “Could call up that chick friend of yours.”

She narrowed her eyes at him.

“What’s the catch.”

“No catch. Just needed to get something from the mall. Thought you’d wanna go.” He had been acting really off lately.

He’d been talking to her how they used to, before Neil doubled down and moved them halfway across the country. He had even made a joke the other day, one that wasn’t a mean comment masquerading as a joke.

“Lemme call El. Maybe Hop would drop her off.” She was even more suspicious as he smiled at her, went to back to his room. She talked to El for a moment, who said Hop would drop her off in ten minutes.

She poked her head in Billy’s room, saw him looking in the mirror, primping himself.

“Does your girlfriend work at the mall?” He gave her a withering stare.

“Don’t have a girlfriend.” She grinned.

“You so do. You know, I heard her sneaking in here a few months ago. I know that you sneak out to go and see her.” Billy flushed. “And it’s always the same voice, so don’t lie and say it’s different girls you perv.”

“Shut up, Maxine.”

“Make me, William.” He stamped his foot like a little kid.

“That’s it! No more mall for you today. I’m just gonna go by myself.” She blocked him in the doorway.

“Just tell me her name.” He shook his head.

“Fine. Tell me where she works and El and I will leave you two alone.” He shifted his jaw around.

“She works at Scoops Ahoy?”

“Isn’t that where Steve works?”

“He introduced us.”

But, But that didn’t add up. Billy had been seeing this girl long before Steve started working there. Maybe they knew each other before? No, Steve famously didn’t have any friends besides the party when Billy started sneaking around with that gir-

And then it hit her.

The fucking sweatshirt.

The Hawkins High Swim Team sweatshirt.

Leggy brunet. Totally hot. Has this tight ass, is such a slut.

She almost threw up.

Steve was her brother’s secret girlfriend. How did she not fucking see this.

“Cool. We’ll let you two be gross or whatever.”

He gave her a tiny smile. She was trying her best not to scream.

Hopper dropped El off and Billy drove them to the mall, let Max pick the music and at one point, had even hummed along to the Hall & Oates song. Fucking Rich Girl.

She pulled El along to The Gap when they hit the mall, Billy making a beeline for Scoops.

“We’re gonna spy on Billy.” El just smiled slyly and nodded vigorously.

They crouched behind plants out in front of Scoops, could just hear Billy talking to Steve’s coworker.

“Dingus, your homoerotic rival turned lover is here.” Steve’s shoes squeaked as he launched himself from the back room. Max’s hands were clammy. She was right.

“Don’t be so loud, Rob.”

“There’s no one here.” Max heard a sound like something being hit dully. Steve yelped. Billy just slapped his ass. “But, you are not allowed to leave me for more than your fifteen. Not like last week. The rush came and I was alone for an hour, Steve. An hour.”

“O-kay, Rob. We’ll be quick.”

“And disinfect any surface you two fuck on. I refuse to touch that.” Billy roared with laughter as Steve squawked indignantly. Max peeked up to watch Steve drag Billy into the backroom. Billy grinned at Robin, a really nice, happy smile before turning to Steve.

[eideticmemory]

EVER SINCE NEW YORK III | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

Description: Description: I was messaged saying: “If you don’t write a young Matthew enemies to lovers fic featuring an obsession with sucking on boobs then what’s the point 😔.” So, here it is, folks! The ultimate College!Matthew fic.

PART 3! Read Part 2 here.

Soundtrack:

Hate U Btw - Rence.

Phases - Chase Atlantic.

Break From Toronto - PartyNextDoor.

Word Count: 4,647.

Rating: M.

Warning/Includes: Sexual intercourse, drinking, substance use, a bit of angst.

Spring, Sophomore Year.

South Beach,

New York.

“C’mon,” Claire said, putting her hands on your shoulders. “Give me a smile.”

You frowned.

“Let me see that pretty, pretty smile, [y/n].”

You sighed, rolled your eyes and gave her a toothless grin. 

“Okay, that’s about as fake as it gets, but it’ll do,” she shrugged. She began to load up her car, “Just keep it on when Matthew gets here.”

You groaned, “I just don’t understand why he’s coming. Or why he has to ride with us. I’m gonna kill him.”

“Whoa, black mamba, it’s a 30 minute drive — barely. You’ll survive.”

“Okay, first of all, I don’t appreciate the Kill Bill reference, and second of all, 30 minutes is the perfect amount of time for me to not only kill your little boyfriend, but bury the body too.”

“Matthew is not my boyfriend,” Claire shook her head. “He is, however, coming on this trip with us. And you’re gonna be nice.”

“Why grandma, what big teeth you have,” you mocked.

“Shut up,” she laughed, closing the trunk. 

Matthew strode up to the car, smiling and announcing his presence, “Hey, hot mamas,” he said, putting his arm around Claire. “Ready to go?”

She leaned her head on his shoulder, smiling ear to ear. “Yep, [y/n] and I were just discussing cinema.” 

“Oh! My favorite topic,” he beamed. “We can continue it on the way there.”

Matthew broke away to take his place in the car, sitting in the backseat. You glared at Claire, your arms crossed. 

“What big nose and ears you have!” She exclaimed, laughing before she could get out the words. 

“Oh, God, shut up!” You giggled. “Get in the car, let’s go.” 

The way there, you spoke two words to Matthew: “yeah” and “okay.” Despite his best efforts to strike up a conversation, you dodged him at every turn. Just like he had been doing for the past 3 months. Since returning from Christmas break, there’s been no sex, no conversations, not even a dm. If your friends noticed, they weren’t saying anything, probably just grateful the two of you weren’t arguing. But you could feel his eyes on you, watching you from the backseat. All the way to South Beach. 

The entire group — all 9 of you — arrived at the same time, admiring the beach house as you pulled up. Claire parked in the driveway, two cars pulling in behind you. You led everyone up to the entrance and used the designated key to unlock the door. Everyone oohed and ahhed at the place. It was spacious, large, decorated to perfection. Not that you expected anything less from your aunt. 

“[y/n]! This place is amazing!” Claire beamed. “Holy shit.” 

“And it’s all ours for the week,” you chuckled. “There’s 5 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, the kitchen’s through there, and the pool’s out back.”

“Pool?”

“Pool,” you nodded. “Rooms are upstairs, if you guys wanna get settled.”

Claire and you set up your room together, packing your clothes into the dressers and heading down to the living room. Everyone gathered, sitting on the couches. Claire sat beside Matthew, laying her head on his shoulder. John opened all the windows in the space, claiming that he was letting in some fresh air.

“So,” John sighed. “What to do? What to do?”

“It’s a mystery to me,” Matthew shrugged. 

“Yeah, well,” One of your friends said, pulling a bag of weed out of her purse. “It’s not a mystery to me.”

You laughed, “Huh, I knew I had this lighter in my pocket for a reason.”

A joint was quickly packed and passed around the room. When it got to you, you flicked at your lighter, but the flame wouldn’t ignite. “What the fuck?” You grumbled.

“Here,” Matthew said, reaching over to you. You held the rolled item between your lips and allowed him to use his lighter, setting flame to the end of the joint. You held each other’s gaze as it happened, probably for a bit longer than needed. 

“Thanks,” you whispered, breathlessly. 

He leaned back and gave you a smirk. Combine that with the weed entering your system, and you could feel your heartbeat between your legs. 

It was a long week.

Lots of alcohol, lots of weed, and lots of sexual tension. Most nights Claire went to bed at 3 in the morning, stumbling in happy and sighing as she fell asleep. She always kissed your cheek first. Everyday was a beach day, or if you all were too lazy to go down to the beach or into town, you hung out by the pool.

Claire thought it was ridiculous that you had bought and packed seven different bikinis, but she had to admit, every single one was cute. You found different hairstyles to wear each day, dolled yourself up in bikinis all different colors of the rainbow, swam until you were walking around soaked. And it was killing Matthew. It was so much fun!

Two days before you were meant to leave, you had on your floral bikini, and you were prepared to bake in the sun at the pool. 

“Ow!” John exclaimed, raising his shades from his face. Him and the other guys sat poolside, playing a game of cards. “Damn, [y/n], you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“Is that your subtle way of telling me you like my bikini, John?” You giggled.

“The bikini...the body...” he whispered. “Come over here!”

You rolled your eyes and walked over to the group, allowing John to pull you into his lap, “Be my good luck charm.” He smiled. Your crossed your legs over his and watched the game in front of you. 

“What are you guys playing?” You asked. You accidentally made eye contact with Matthew, who was watching you and John like a hawk. His eyes flickered back and forth between his cards and you two endlessly. 

“Gin!” John replied.

“What? I thought we were playing go fish?”

“Go fish? What the fuck are you? 12?” John laughed. You shook your head and kissed John’s cheek, “Be nice, dude. Go fish is fun.” You chuckled. You got up from his lap and went to join the girls in the pool, stepping into the water. 

“Nice of you to finally join us,” Claire said. 

The group of you mainly stayed by the edge, holding shot glasses and knocking back liquor. By your third glass, the vodka had run right through you and you had to pee. So, you excused yourself and went inside to use the bathroom. Approaching the door, you went to place your hand on the knob, but were stopped by a muffled sound coming from inside. 

“What the hell?” You whispered, and stepped in. There you found a very red Matthew, panting, his eyes closed, his hand around his cock and jerking himself off quickly. He halted when you entered, and stared at you, his mouth open in shock. 

“I-I-“ you stuttered, trying not to look at his dick. You left, and quickly closed the door behind you. 

You went upstairs to your room, locked the door, leaned against the wall and reached down to touch yourself. It was completely unexpected, and so unlike you. But all these memories of Matthew touching you and fucking you came rushing back, and you had to get this nut off before you exploded. You applied pressure to your clit through your bikini, until you were squirming and whimpering, and you came. You swear you almost said Matthew’s name. 

The next day, you wore your royal blue bikini. The top tied in the front in a loose bow, and the bottom was lined with gold trim. After a day out shopping, everyone wound up hanging out at the pool once again. You did back strokes in the water, letting the sun shine on your face. 

“Oof,” you huffed, bumping into someone behind you. You opened your eyes and turned around, facing them.

“Watch where you’re going. You’re not the little mermaid,” Matthew scoffed. 

“Shut up, Matthew,” you spit. “Could you be more of a jackass?” 

“Actually yeah,” he nodded. “I could be.” He reached out, quickly undoing your bikini top and watching as your chest was exposed. 

You yelped and held your boobs in your hands, “Ah! Matthew!” 

“Nice,” he grinned, his gaze focused on your breasts. “Very nice.”

You glared at him as he swam away. 

Later that night, Claire was putting on a pair of dangling earrings, and her hair was down over her shoulders, curled to perfection. “You sure you can’t come out, [y/n]?” She asked. 

“I’m positive,” you murmured, sadly. “My ballet instructor deciding now was the perfect time to make an online quiz due. It’s gonna take me a while, I’m sorry.” 

Claire frowned and sat across from you. Both of you were perched in the kitchen, sitting around the island counter. While everyone was dolled up and ready to go out, you sat in your wet bikini and an oversized shirt. “No, don’t apologize. But after spring break, we’re going to your instructor’s house and leaving a bag of crap on her porch.” Claire said.

You chuckled, “Real mature, Claire.”

“I’m gonna miss you,” she sighed. “And if you do finish in time, give me a call and I’ll run back to pick you up.”

You gave her a smile, “You got it. Now, go, go! Don’t worry about me. You guys have fun.”

Claire blew a kiss to you and rose to her feet, exiting the kitchen and joining the others in the living room. You continued to work on your laptop as they filed out of the house and closed the door behind them. You took a carton of ice cream from the fridge and ate from the pint, mindlessly clicking buttons to complete the quiz.

“Come for a swim with me.”

“Ah!” You jumped, hand clutching your chest. “What the fuck?”

“Come for a swim with me,” Matthew repeated, storming into the kitchen and over to you.

“What?”

“Come for a swim with me,” he grabbed your arm. “C’mon, c’mon.” 

“Matthew, no!” But you let him drag you away, watching as he grabbed a bottle of rum off the counter. “I have work to do!”

“It’s due at 11:59,” he told you, leading you out to the pool. “So you have...” he checked his phone. “Well over two hours.” 

“And I don’t want to spend any of that time with you.” You enunciated, yanking your arm from his grasp. 

“Aw, man,” he sighed. “That sucks. I thought you would’ve wanted this.” He held up a metal object, and when you focused your eyes on it, you noticed it was your ballerina. The one he’d given you. 

“Hey!” You exclaimed, lunging towards him and attempting to grab the item. “What are you doing with that? Give it here!” You jumped on him, reaching high and using all your might. But Matthew was tall, and holding it way above his head. He laughed at you, keeping the prize far from you.

“Tell me, why do you keep this with you? Must be important.” He teased. He stepped backwards, holding the ballerina up in the air.  

“What the hell are you doing going through my stuff?” You shouted, following him. 

“Needed leverage,” he shrugged. “You want it?” He removed his shirt. “Come get it.” He stepped into the pool, a loud splash erupting around his figure. But he kept your figurine above the surface. 

“This is childish! Give it back, and leave me alone!” You marched up to the edge of the pool, hands balled up in fists at your side. 

“Okay,” he shrugged. He walked up to you, the ballerina extended out for you to grasp. You reached out for it, and just before you could take it away from him, you were being pulled forward. Into the pool. 

You fell in with a yelp, holding your gift against your chest. You squirmed around underwater until you forced your way to the surface, your jaw dropped and your hands quickly wiping at your eyes. 

“What the fuck?” You shouted. You blindly placed your ballerina on land, taking care to make sure she didn’t get lost. 

When you turned around, Matthew was right behind you. His eyes were focused in on your lips. His hands were steadily snaking around your waist. And before you could back away, he kissed you. Softly, slowly, holding you close.

“Stop,” you muttered. Another kiss.

“Stop what?” Another kiss. “I’m not doing anything.” You held his face in yours hands and let your lips work together in unison. 

“Wait,” you pulled away. “We can’t do this.”

“Why not?” Matthew mumbled, kissing your neck. “We’re so good at it.”

“Claire...”

“Is not my girlfriend,” he stopped, and looked you in the eye. “I don’t have a girlfriend.” 

“But she likes you.”

“I like...you.”

You gulped, “You don’t like me.” 

“Says who?”

“Says me! You just like...my...my...goodies.”

He cackled, “You’re goodies? Well...they are good.”

“Shut up!” You rolled your eyes. 

“They’re great actually,” Matthew gave you another kiss. “In fact...” A kiss. “I’d like to see some of those goodies right now if you don’t mind.” His hands slid under your shirt and pushed it up your hips, up your waist, until he was pulling it over your head. You were left in your blue bikini, and Matthew nearly drooled at the sight. 

He leaned in and kissed your jaw. His lips trailed down to your collarbone, and then to your chest. He gropped your boobs in his hands and placed kisses on your sternum. He caught the string to your bikini top between his teeth, and took long strides away from you. All you could do was watch him, feel the fabric looseing on your body. When he took one finally step, the whole bow came undone and your boobs were exposed. 

“Come here,” he whispered, looking intently at your chest. His voice drew you into him, and you let him pull you close and wrap his lips around your nipple. 

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned. He was so, so good at this. He used the right amount of pressure and suction. His tongue twirled around the bud and his saliva dripped onto your skin. Soft hums vibrated against your chest, and his hand made it’s way between your legs. 

“Your tits are so nice,” he whispered.

You looked down at him, then at your boobs. “They’re tiny.”

“They’re perfect,” he transitioned to sucking on the other nipple, and his fingertips rubbed your clit lightly. 

When he kissed your lips, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held his body against yours. Your legs latched onto his torso, and he took this as an invitation to push you against the pool wall. On instinct — horny, horny instinct — the both of you reached down and touched each other. You freed his cock from his swim trunks and he pulled your bikini bottoms to the side. 

Staring into your eyes, Matthew pushed into you. Slowly at first, and then slamming the rest of the way in. You gasped, and your head rolled back, along with your eyes. 

“Fuck,” he cupped your hand in his hands. “You’re so hot.” 

He kissed your neck as he fucked you, rhythmically and roughly. The water splashed against your skin, the sound overlapping with your quiet moans. You gripped onto Matthew’s hair, and reveled in the sound of his groans in your ear. 

You bit down on your lip, muffling your whines. Matthew took your jaw in his hand and tilted your head down to kiss you. You panted against his lips, whimpering as he your back tapped the wall behind you. 

“How long you think we got until they get back?” He mumbled. 

You chuckled under your breath, “If my memory is correct, you’re not gonna last that long anyways.”

“Oooooouch!” He exclaimed, suddenly cut off by a breathy moan. He buried his face in your neck, “Not this time, princess. Not this time.”

While you guys were preoccupied outside, the front door to the house opened up. “[y/n]!” Claire sang. “I know you said to leave you alone, but I passed that ice cream place you like and I brought you some. Gube too.” She giggled, walking through the house. “I also — maybe, definitely — wanted to see if you two were ready to come out. Come on, we’re eating at this cute little Mexican place down the street, you should —“

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, Matthew’s fingers pressed against your clit and rubbing in gentle circles. 

“Mm, you gonna come?” Matthew purred. “Wow, I’m good.”

“S-shut up,” you stuttered. “Fuck. Fuck, keep going.”

Claire stood in shock, watching from inside and peering through the glass door. She stumbled back into the kitchen, placing the bag of ice cream on the counter. She blinked away the tears in her eyes, and gulped. And she left. 

Clueless, you let your orgasm wash over you. Your body trembled, and Matthew pushed his cock all the way into you as you rode it out. The sensation sent ripples of pleasure throughout your body and you fell weakly against him. “Matthew,” you whimpered. 

His eyes went wide, and he pushed your hair back. “You said my name.”

“Hm?”

“You said my name,” he repeated. “Say it again.” 

His hips bucked into yours and he picked up his pace, his jaw dropping as he watched your face. His nails dug into your thighs, “C’mon please?” He begged. 

You looked at him in a daze, tracing his collarbone with your finger and hooking it in his chain. “Matthew,” you whispered. And it was like you were saying it to yourself, convincing yourself this was real. “Matthew.”

The sound of your voice nearly sent him over the edge and he pulled out of you, huffing and puffing. “Wait,” you panted. “Wait, I want you to come.” 

He chuckled, “We’ve got some time.”

And you guys made the most of it.

You fished your shirt out of the pool, grabbed your ballerina and headed inside. Once changed into new clothes, Matthew sat beside you as you finished your quiz. He didn’t quite understand how you could be quizzed on matters of ballet, and you didn’t quite feel like explaining so you kissed him to shut him up. Which subsequently led to you closing the laptop and letting him carry you upstairs. Not forgetting the rum.

You wound up on your bed, face down, ass up. Matthew held onto your hips, and pounded into you mercilessly until you were nothing but a puddle of moans. You could smell the alcohol on his breath, feel his body tensing up with each thrust, and you gripped onto the bed sheets tightly. Matthew upheld his promise to make the experience long and pleasure, making you come twice before he even came close. He reached down and slid his fingers into your mouth, which you sucked on willingly. He released himself onto your back, following it with a swift slap on your ass. He used his shirt to clean you off. 

With a few more hits of alcohol, Matthew asked you to show him some ballet moves. So, you started with the basics. But when he attempted the movement, he nearly broke his ankle and fell to the floor. You broke out into hysterics.

“You’re druuuuuunk,” you sang, sinking down to the floor to join him. 

“So are you!”

“But I can do ballet drunk,” you shrugged. “It’s a gift.”

“Hm,” he hummed, pulling you into his lap. “Wanna see what I can do drunk?” 

Turns out, he couldn’t really do it that well, so you had to ride him. It was still good, and you let him come in your mouth. He was ecstatic. 

Laying on the floor at 1 in the morning, you finished off the last of the rum and snuggled into Matthew’s side. “Got any gas?” He asked.

“No, I don’t have to burp.” You replied.

He laughed, “I meant weed, dumbass.”

“Weed? What the hell do you need weed for? Aren’t you drunk?” 

“I’m...semi-drunk. You knocked most of that back yourself, Jack Daniels.”

“Okay, look, if you’re gonna call me nicknames, can you atleast pick one and stick with it?”

He sighed and shrugged, “Yeah. Which one’s your favorite?”

“None of them!”

“Well, pick one, princess!”

You thought for a moment, silent. “Princess,” you whispered. 

“What?”

“Princess is my favorite.”

He smiled at you, but you weren’t looking. “Okay. You got it.”

“Hey, Matthew?” you called, sitting up and looking down at him. He was shirtless, laid out with his necklace glimmering against his skin.

“What’s up?” He replied.

You picked at the carpet as you spoke, “Why...why did you stay tonight?”

“Huh?” He tilted his head. 

“Why did you stay tonight?” You repeated. “Why didn’t you go out with everyone else?” 

He looked at you, and licked his lips, like he was thinking up a response. “I—“ He was cut off by the sound of a car pulling up outside, doors being shut, loud chatter. 

The two of you hopped up at lightning speed, fixing your clothes. You kicked the rum bottle under your bed and Matthew balled up his stained shirt. He rushed out of your bedroom and you stood there out of breath. As soon as you turned around, you heard running coming your way. You turned back to face the door, and there was Matthew, marching up to you. He grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you. It was a long kiss, a nice kiss. 

He left without a word, and you crawled into bed with a smile on your face. Matthew made it into his bed before everyone came upstairs. You faced the wall, pretending to be asleep. 

“Awwwwwwwwwwww!” Claire exclaimed as she barged into the room. “Look at little [y/n]!”

“Claire,” your friend whispered. “Shh, you’re gonna wake her up.” 

“[y/n]’s my best friend, y’know?”

“I know, honey.”

“I love her and...I just hope she loves me.”

“C’mon, let’s get you in bed.” Your friend helped the very drunk Claire into bed, removing Claire’s shoes then laying her down on the mattress and covering her up. 

“Goodnight, [y/n]!” Claire shouted. 

You stayed silent, clutching your ballerina figurine in your hand. 

Sunday morning, it was time for all of you to leave and head back to school. You woke up early and applied makeup to cover the hickies on your neck. By the time everyone was up and packing, your stuff was already squared away in bags. You sat in the kitchen, eating pop tarts, and leaving everything the way your aunt asked. Everyone said hi to you as they passed the kitchen, and they eventually landed in the living room. 

“Morning,” A voice called to you.

You turned to see Matthew standing there, smiling at you. “Good morning,” you pipped. “How’d you sleep?”

“Like a baby. You?”

“Also like an infant,” you nodded. “Ready to head to school?”

“Almost,” he whispered. He walked up to you and kissed you softly, his hand holding your jaw. 

You sighed happily and pulled away. “Are you ready now?” You asked.

“Hm, not quite,” he shook his head. 

He kissed you again, and put his hand on your thighs, dangerously close to your core. “Okay, dude,” you slapped his hand away. “Don’t get crazy. Everyone’s in the living room.”

“So?”

“So...we can’t do anything here.”

“Oh, yes,” he whispered against your lips. “We can. You’ve just gotta be quiet.”

You tried. Tried to be quiet. But Matthew had you sat on the island, shorts and panties pushed the side and his cock buried inside you. He had to cover your mouth with his hand as he thrusted into you. His teeth sunk into his lip, to the point blood was drawn. You could taste it. You tightened your legs around his waist, eyelid lowered in lust. He gave you a questioning nod, and you replied with a slight motion of your head to let him know you were good. 

“[y/n]!” Claire called. 

You and Matthew quickly broke apart. You hopped off the island, Matthew fixed his pants. You sat in the chair like nothing happened and Matthew left the room through the second exit. Claire came around the separate entrance.

“Hey,” she said. “Ready to go?”

You smiled, “I am now.” 

The ride back to school was much shorter. Nothing but music filled the car, Claire being too hung over to talk. Upon arriving at school, Matthew walked the two of you up to your dorm room. 

“Need me to help with your bags?” He asked.

“I’m fine,” Claire shrugged. “Talk to you later, Gube.”

“You alright?��� He questioned her.

“Yeah. Hangover.” Claire sadly walked into the room, head hung low. 

“She’s a lightweight,” you told Matthew. “She’ll be back to normal soon.”

“Right,” he nodded. “So. See ya.”

“See ya.”

Around midnight, he requested to add you on snapchat again. You accepted. His first snap to you was a selfie with one caption: 

show me ur tits 🥴🥴

no 😠 

please 🥺

You sighed, looked over at Claire who was fast asleep, and lifted your shirt over your chest. Took you five tries, but you took the perfect one. He opened it within 10 seconds. Then he was video chatting you. 

“Hello?” you whispered.

“Where’s your face?”

“I took it off for the night. What do you want?” 

“I wanna see you.”

“What? No! Go to bed.”

“You can come over. Please. Please. I’m begging.”

“I hear you begging,” you scoffed. “It’s almost one in the morning.”

“Yeah.”

“We have class tomorrow.”

“Yeah.”

“And I’m tired.”

“Just come let me suck on your tits. Five minutes, no sex, I promise.” 

Yeah, right.

You came back to your room — your panties stuffed in your pocket, your hair wild, your lips swollen, throat sore, walking a little funny. You got a good night’s sleep. 

Life got easier when you started listening to your body. A lot better, a lot more orgasmic. For the next month, Matthew and you got it in, whenever. Wherever. If you crossed paths on the way to class, you often didn’t make it to the lecture. When out with friends, you’d end up in the bathroom, with you bent over the sink and Matthew holding onto your hips. When you looked up in the mirror, you could see his necklace bouncing against his chest, his head thrown back. 

There was something about Matthew that made you unbelievably horny and weak and impulsive. A very dangerous combination. Add that to the fact that he was admittedly not as annoying as you originally believed, and you were having a blast. However, you knew it was a means to an end. That summer would once again separate you two and there was a good chance he’d forget all about you. 

When he came to say goodbye to Claire for summer break, you answered the door and had to tell him she left already. 

“What?” He replied. “She didn’t tell me she was leaving.” 

“Oh,” you hummed. “Um, do you want me to call her?”

“No, no. That’s alright,” he shook his head. “So...you leaving yet?”

“Nope. I leave tomorrow.” 

“Cool,” he looked side to side, checking that no one was in the hallway. Then, he focused back on you and pressed his lips to yours. He pushed his way into the room and you let him, closing the door behind him. 

Afterwards, he let you lay with his head on his chest, his arm around your waist. You knew it may not be forever. But it was now. And it was nice.

[PART 4.]

[slashersteve]

No Shame

pairing: Steve Harrington/Female Reader

warnings: there’s sex guys okay omg, oral sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up don’t be like them)

summary: (y/n) sneaks into Steve's room at 2 am, and Steve decides to give her the best night of her life.

note: this is called no shame but why is that all i feel huh answer me im so sorry also this is a series on my archive and my first time actually posting a smut im BORED 

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While (y/n) considered herself to be spontaneous, Steve would describe it as more of impulsiveness. It was 2 in the morning, 2 in the damn morning , and here she was, tapping onto his window to his bedroom, his bedroom on the second floor of his house. Was this how girls felt when he used to do this? At least he'd ask first, not that he minded that (y/n) was here, as long as she wasn't crawling into some other guy's bedroom, but he would've liked a warning.

Her explanation was as she climbed into his room, very silently, "I was just in the neighborhood." Steve rubbed his tired eyes, laughing sarcastically at her joke. She lived in the house across from his, though he couldn't see it due to the trees, and long drive-way so of course she was in the neighborhood. He decided to just leave the window open, she would be leaving fairly soon and it was actually a pretty cool summer night. (y/n) herself was wearing a pair of jean shorts, and a loose fitted t-shirt that fell slightly over her shoulder. The first thing she did was fall onto Steve's messed up bed, arms and legs spread open as she sighed.

"What are you doing here?" Steve asked again, going over to his door to make sure it was locked. Ironically, his parents were home, and if they found him with a girl in his bedroom, he'd get into quite a bit of trouble. It was easy enough to do this kind of stuff when they weren't there, as long as he wasn't caught that is. The other nights she would be here, they weren't home, and they were very closely caught one other time when she'd accidentally fallen asleep naked in his arms.

He remembered being vaguely aware of the opening of his bedroom door, and his mother telling him that they were home before he literally shoved her off of the bed. It wasn't about just keeping him out of trouble, he could handle his parents, but it was (y/n) he was trying to keep out of trouble- well out of the trouble she was almost always in. She had whined loudly, asking what the hell his problem was before realizing herself that his mom was just about to peek in. She had quickly slid underneath his bed and Steve pretended to be barely waking up, covering his body completely and telling his mom, "Good to know!"

Then when she was gone, he could hear (y/n) trying to smother her laughter as he nearly tripped over the sheets just to get the door closed properly and locked.

"That was so fucking close," Steve had said, feeling out of breath from the sudden rush of adrenaline of being caught. (y/n) slid out from under the bed, not even bothering to cover herself up as she stood up, rubbing the back of her head as she replied, "That would've been fun." He had felt really bad for shoving her off the bed like that, but she was in equal distress. She put on all of her clothes when she was climbing out of his window, she blew him a kiss and thanked him for the head-rush.

That was the closest they've ever been caught, and he was afraid that this time- they would most definitely get caught if they decided to do anything. The reason he was trying to keep her out of trouble was because her parents were much more strict than his were, as in they would keep her locked in her room for the rest of high school had they known she was sneaking around with Steve Harrington. They trusted him a lot, he'd been Little Steve, the boy next door who would occasionally help out with their yard for a little extra spending money, for as long as they knew him. He was pretty sure that if they knew their daughter who would bring him pink lemonade, and sandwiches in those times would end up in a very so and so relationship in the future with him they would've probably moved out of Hawkins and pretended they never knew any family by the name of Harrington. Dear god, they could never know.

(y/n) sat up, leaning back onto her elbows and tilting her head when she met Steve's gaze, "Oh come on, you know you're excited to see me." The tone in voice was teasing, making Steve shift in his spot by the door, "I was laying in bed, and just got so very, very bored. Then I started to think- what do I like to do for fun? And well- here I am." She gestured to the whole room, as much as Steve wanted to go over and do exactly what she wanted him to do, he stayed still, arms crossed and gazing at her. She wiggled her eyebrows, he rolled his eyes.

"No way, not tonight, my parents are home," Steve said, it was her turn to roll her eyes.

"Oh please- you definitely know how to show a girl a good time either way- I heard the tales of the infamous King Steve, fucking girls when their parents are just down the hall," she sat up now, crossing her bottom legs together. While that was all true, very true, and not something he'd put on the skills section of his resume, but nevertheless a skill, he still was against this completely.

"I get caught (y/n), it's whatever, I will survive. You? Your parents will lock you in your room until graduation," Steve tried to explain. (y/n) groaned, throwing her head forward. She looked up at him now, and for a moment Steve thought that she was going to understand, get up, and climb out that window. It sure looked like that's what she was doing as he watched her stand up and go towards the window. He really should've known better though, when she suddenly was removing her t-shirt, and then her shorts. Steve felt his boxer shorts tighten just a little, it was just a natural reaction when it came to her by now.

(y/n) wasn't an idiot, she knew exactly what to do to get Steve going, she even wore his favorite panties of hers. She pretended that this night was one of her spontaneous urges, but really she had been planning this for a few days now. She hadn't seen Steve since his parents got home from their trip, and she'd been so incredibly hot and bothered without his touch. The hot make-out sessions behind the gym just weren't cutting for her, she had to get Steve's hands on her, feel his lips on every part of her body, feel him fill her up inside.

When this started at the start of the summer, she admitted she felt a bit pathetic and needy, practically begging Steve to touch her, to literally do anything when she was over for a get together with her parents and his. They left them there to go out for lunch together, thinking nothing would ever happen between Steve and (y/n). It was really their fault for believing that. (y/n) remembered the day as if it was yesterday, she was wearing her new one-piece polka dotted black bathing suit, lounging by the pool, Steve was in the water then, wearing nothing but a pair of bright red swimming shorts and she couldn't take her eyes off of the guy. Even when he saw her looking, she didn't even show a bit of shame. She felt dirty, inside and out, for looking at a boy, for thirsting after a boy she'd known since Elementary school. But the rush made it all the more better.

Maybe it was because she was hearing stories about her childhood friend Steve around high school, about how many girls he'd left satisfied, how many girls who wished to have another night with him, girls saying the real reason he was King Steve was because of how fucking good he was in the sack. Things that if her parents knew they would severe all ties with the Harrington's altogether just to keep their daughter away from some fiend like their son. (y/n) was a virgin then, and these rumors spiked her interest entirely, made her feel things that she was sure was super wrong. Growing up with her mother who was very, very against premarital sex, or honestly relationships before 18 or even 30, she wasn't allowed to explore herself or her sexuality at all. That if she'd thought of anything dirty, even if it was just holding a boy or girl's hand, it meant she was doing something wrong. But that's exactly what made (y/n) so very, very excited. It's what made her make the choice she made that day, and every choice after that.

She would say that was one of her spontaneous, out of the blue moments, but like right now, that just was not true, she had been dying for a moment like that for weeks now. And what a moment that was, it was written in the damn stars when she watched him get out the pool, trunks sticking to his skin, shaping his thighs and then some. He was soaking wet, skin glistening underneath the hot sun, she couldn't help it when her teeth went over her lips. When his eyes had met hers, she thought she would've died of embarrassment, but no. It was something she wanted, she didn't care if he declined her and their friendship was ruined for the rest of their lives, at least she gave it a shot.

Steve had been surprised by her behavior, not expecting her out of all people to behave in such a way. She was practically eye-fucking him, and while he initially thought it made him uncomfortable- he realized it was quite the opposite. The way she looked laying there, chest heaving up and down slightly, bare legs glowing under the sun, and the way her bathing suit hugged her body(which he noticed before but pushed the thoughts away quickly).

Maybe it was a spontaneous moment for him. Because she got up, and walked towards him, and he didn't even hesitate to kiss her when she was close enough. Then they kissed some more, and then they were suddenly inside the pool shed. It was there, when his swim trunks were around his ankles, the top of her suit was pushed down, his hands in between her legs, did Steve gain control of himself, realizing what he was doing, realizing and remembering who this was panting and desperately grinding herself against his fingers.

"Shit- fuck - what are we doing?" he had asked, (y/n) was in too much of euphoria feeling his hands on her most vulnerable spot to even answer him properly, her words coming out as just a whine. She didn't even think about the fact that she was about to lose her virginity to Steve Harrington in a pool-shed, a pool-shed of all places, not until Steve had told her. She always thought she'd lose it on her wedding night, if that ever even came, or she could wait that long, because after getting a taste of it- if Steve wouldn't do this, then she thought she'd definitely want to find someone else who would.

"Fuck- Steve- please," she nearly begged, looking up at him with wide eyes, "I want this, fuck I want this so bad." Those words made Steve's dick twitch, and he had to bite his inner cheek to stop himself from groaning, "Just one time, okay, one time, and we don't- we don't have to do anything again or talk about it again. Just please just- just fuck me." The words that came out of her lips was something he'd never imagine coming out of there, and something he never imagined would've turned him on so much.

So, he did just that, pulling his fingers out of her wetness to pull down her entire bathing suit, stroking himself a few times before lifting her body up and pushing her against the wall, aligning himself with her entrance. (y/n) was in ecstasy at this point, not even caring that her parents could freely just walk into the backyard, coming back early from their lunch with Steve's parents and hear her very loud moans. She would endure the prison cell her room would be and the loss of contact because at the moment, it was worth it- especially he pushed himself slowly into her, until he filled her up completely. Steve loved how she felt against him, how tight she was around him, the feeling of her nails digging into his back, legs wrapped perfectly around him as he slowly started to push in and out of her, the pool shed full of the sound of theirs moans and grunts, and the way she was screaming his name. He loved that, a lot . And when it was over, they both knew that this definitely wasn't going to be the last time.

And it wasn't.

Because 2 months later, here they were standing in his bedroom at two in the fucking morning with his parents sleeping soundly in their bedroom just down the hall. (y/n) stood in front of him in just her underwear, breasts out in the open for his hungry eyes to see underneath the dim light of his bedside lamp he'd switched on the moment he heard her tapping on his window. She was smiling at him, that same teasing smile that he almost took as a taunt. Like she was saying 'I'm standing here, with just my panties on in the middle of your bedroom. What are you going to do about it huh?' Steve could think of a million ways he could do something about that. Just the thought was making his dick harden in his boxer shorts, and he thought well she did come all this way .

When he finally spoke, his voices were a view octaves lower that only made (y/n) become excited, "You always get your way don't you?"

(y/n) grinned like a cat now, and shrugged, "You make it so easy."

He let out a breath through his nose, tearing his eyes away from her a second, but that was just to double check if the door was locked. When the doorknob didn't budge when he tried to turn it, he turned back to her, his eyes becoming darker with desire and need. He walked towards her, grabbing her hips and pulling her body tightly against his as she giggled. With his face dangerously close to hers, he said, "I'll fuck you, but you have to be quiet."

The way he said it made her body shiver all over, so much that Steve even felt it, a smirk resting on his lips as he saw how even more excited she'd become.

"I can do that," she said in a whisper. He raised a brow, wanting to believe that she could but he knew she honestly probably couldn't. That was okay though, he knew exactly what to do about that, he'd done this before many times with girls that weren't her, not in a while of course ever since the relationship started- but Steve still knew what to do. He thought perhaps that's why she was so excited, she admitted to him when they were getting busy in the backseat of his car that she heard all about his sexual escapades from certain girls at school, and how that ignited her to start this with him. She was excited because this was something out of those moments, except for him it would be it was his own parents home and not the girl's. He licked his lips. Knowing he wanted to make this extra good for her.

He leaned down, kissing her. In moments like this, their kisses were always quick and messy, he was the much more experienced one between the two of them, so he always set the pace for their kisses, which were usually nothing but ferocious and wet. This time, his kiss was well- gentle. And it was a surprise, a very pleasant one. One hand had moved from her waist all the way up her and then to behind her head as he kissed her, pushing his tongue between her parted lips and tasting her completely. She'd never been kissed like this by him before, expecting a quick fuck then her hopping her happy, satisfied ass out the window and back to her own room. It was different, and she liked it.

Steve didn't notice that he was kissing her differently, the idea in his mind was only 'make this the best night of her life with him' doing what he just thought was right, and boy was it a good choice because it was making (y/n) extremely weak in the knees as his tongue moved around her mouth, clashing with hers, his fingers tightening ever so slightly on the back of her head. She let out a soft moan, especially when the hand on her waist moved down to her ass, giving it a squeeze. That was when the kiss started to turn into what she was used to, her hands moving up to grip his shoulders, biting down onto his lower lip making him practically growl. The sound made her squeeze her legs together feeling the wetness that was already there.

He pushed her backwards towards his bed, and she fell softly onto the messed up covers, looking at him with dilated pupils. Steve ran his tongue across his bottom lip as his eyes shamelessly swept across her breast, then downwards at her panties, biting his lip. She whines underneath him, making him look back at her and smirk while he shook his head.

"You have to be quiet," he said again, "If you don't- I'll just have to stop here..." he let both of his hands grip her breasts, making her breath hitch and her upper body lift up slightly, "And send you home. I'm pretty sure you don't want to have to go home when you're this wet right?" His knee now pressed against her, feeling her wetness soak through her panties onto his knee. (y/n) gasped, locking legs around his knee as he applied more pressure.

"Oh shut up-" she said, voice cracking slightly as she rocked against his knee, "You like it when I'm loud."

And that was true, so very true, and he had no problem in admitting that, especially when it was his name that was being called out from her lips, his name because he was making her feel too good. But tonight, Steve found it as a challenge for her and himself, to keep her quiet so his parents won't wake up, thus ending this entire relationship altogether. She was never one to comply though, Steve knew that for a fact, he wasn't lying when he said she always got her way, but not tonight she would. He would keep her quiet, but he wanted to play with her a bit before that, let her believe that he'd let her do what she wants.

Massaging her left breast, he latched his lips onto her right, swirling his tongue around the peaked bud and keeping his eyes trained at the bottom of her face as she shamelessly let out moans and gasps, grinding against his knee to find any sort of relief. Just as Steve thought, she wasn't keeping quiet. He moved his lips off of her, trailing kiss up the side of her neck, then forcing his lips against her, drowning out her soft sighs and moans. Her hand moved, grabbing his erection and he hissed into her lips, she started to try to put her hands into his boxers, but he stopped her, pressing his knee tighter against her. She hummed quite loudly, and he laughed.

Steve began to kiss down her body again, this time going between her breasts, and over her stomach when he met the waistband of her panties, she was squirming knowing what was coming next. His hands gently began to pull down her underwear, revealing her aching heat to him. He gazed up at her, she was on her elbows again, looking down at him with an almost pained look. Steve knew at that moment that this wasn't a spontaneous moment of hers, she missed him as much he missed her, the look in her eyes was telling him that. He licked her lips, keeping his eyes on her as he pressed an open mouthed kiss on her left inner thigh, feeling how hot her skin was.

(y/n) was quickly becoming a mess, watching him intently as she let out her soft whines of his name. Steve didn't tear his eyes away from her as his kisses inched closer to where she wanted his mouth the most, when he was just about to reach there, her legs practically shaking- his eyebrows wiggled as he switched to the other.

"Oh for the love of god," she said, not using her indoor voice, falling back onto the bed. Steve laughed against her thigh, his hot breath tickling her, sending another rush of pleasure through her, "Steve- come on- come on."

"Be quiet," he told her firmly, hooking his arms underneath her thighs.

"How can I when you're being such a fucking tease?" she was annoyed, but she was also quite enjoying this, enjoying the buildup, enjoying the attention he was giving to her pleasure, but if he didn't do anything soon she was going to shove him off and make herself come. Oh but she didn't want to do that- she didn't come here to do something she could do herself. The wait would be worth it, worth it completely.

His mouth was on her almost a second after that, licking a long stripe between her folds, making her squeak out of surprise and pleasure, lifting the bottom part of her body upwards. His arms held her in place, before he buried his mouth in her cunt. She didn't stop the moan from her lips, falling backwards onto the bed and gripping his bed sheets.

"Oh fuck Steve, you always do such a-" she started to speak, but suddenly one of his hands was removed from her legs and his mouth was off of her, he practically glared at her before he reached upwards, holding up her discarded panties, and shoving it into her mouth. Her words were muffled, and she coughed questionably- wondering what the fuck Steve just stuck in her mouth, but before she could even attempt to ask- his mouth was back on her, and she literally could care less about what was gagging her. His tongue delved inside of her, nose rubbing against her clit sending waves up pleasure on her body.

She was quiet, well quieter. Her moans being muffled by the fabric stuffed in between her lips, biting down on it as she squirmed and closed her eyes.

Steve kept his eyes on her, seeing the dark pink lace fabric between her lips moving slightly as she whimpered. Steve sucked onto her folds, groaning at the taste he could never get enough of.

"That shut you up finally," he said against her sex, voice deeper and hoarser, "You taste so fucking good, can't get enough of this-" She answered that by grabbing his head, entangling her hands into his messy brown hair, begging him to continue eating her out. He complied, practically began to tongue fuck her, then suck on her clit as she started to shake underneath him. Biting down on the fabric, he could hear her muffled voice say "Steve!"

Even with that gag, she was still so fucking loud and he loved it.

He could tell she was close, attempting to get out of his grip in order to tighten her legs around him, but he kept her in place, sucking shamelessly on her clit that sent her into a frenzy, moving her body the best she could to grind against his face. Honestly, he was surprised his parents hadn't come banging on his bedroom door yet- asking him what the fuck was going on there. That would really kill the mood, but her muffled moans that were still quite loud were music to his ears, especially when she finally did come. He was lapping at her cunt, tasting every inch of her with his tongue when she gripped his hair a little too tightly folded upwards, feeling that pleasure suddenly burst- coursing through her entire body, he groaned desperately against her lips as he tasted her cum- lapping at her cum like a man deprived of it as she trembled beneath him.

When the grip she had on his hair loosened, Steve removed his lips from her. She just laid there, body almost limp, her chest heaving up and down. He looked completely sexy and erotic to her right now, his hair disheveled, pink lips plump and wet, chin wet with her release, then he ran his tongue over his lips. (y/n) whimpered at that, and Steve wiped his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. The sight of her before him was interesting, laying there coming down from her orgasm, dark pink panties sticking out of her mouth, a sheen of sweat glistened all over her. The room stunk of sex, and sweat- even if his parents knocked on his door asking what all the ruckus was and he threw her off of the bed like that other morning- they'd just know. Steve groaned, applying pressure to his ignored erection in the mattress when his eyes met her wet cunt again.

(y/n) got a hold of herself, that mind blowing orgasm made her not move for just a damn minute. Steve had eaten her out a number of times, but he'd never made her come that hard before, and when she saw him grinding not so discreetly against the mattress- she felt another rush of desire before her. Forgetting about the panties in her mouth, in fact not even caring all that much, she grabbed Steve by his shoulders, pulling him upwards on top of her.

She used her feet to push down his boxers, and Steve quickly removed them himself, pushing himself inside of her all at once using the wetness from her release. A curse word slipping from his lips when he was completely inside of her heat. She drawled out a long, suppressed moan against his ear, his head fell in the crook of her neck, placing a wet kiss there.

"Fuck I love the way you feel, always so fucking wet and tight," he said against her skin, kissing her in the same spot again. She replied with a hum, nuzzling her face into his hair, her hands were snaked around his arms, hands pressed against his shoulder blades, her legs wrapped tightly around him, encouraging him to move against her. He began to move, sliding in and out of her in quick thrusts, she pressed her face now into his hair, and he began to muffle his own fairly loud groans against her skin, biting ever so often, knowing that just might leave a mark.

Drunk on his passion, Steve started to pick up the pace, the sound of both of their skin slapping against each other and the bed creaking echoing in both of their ears along with her suppressed moans, and phrases that sounded very much like 'Yes Steve! Yes fuck me Steve!' He'd had enough of that stupid gag, leaning upwards finally to pull it out of her mouth, not giving a fuck if they were caught. He would lie, he would say it was someone else, he didn't care.

At an instant, (y/n) cried out his name, "Steve!" He started to fuck her harder, growling as he pounded shamelessly in and out of her, pushing her legs apart in order to push deeper inside of her. That made (y/n) literally scream his name that prompted Steve to kiss her, drowning out that scream. (y/n) kissed him ravenously, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. She came again, it came quick and made her choke on his tongue and Steve wasn't very far behind.

He let out a rough whine, feeling his own orgasm coming fast. He pulled out of (y/n) just as he came, hands viciously jacking himself off as he dirtied her up with his cum. It fell heavy and hot on her thighs and part of her stomach. His entire body was a flushed pink color as he panted, lips open, and eyebrows furrowed. He stopped his movements, falling forward on top of her, feeling his own cum against him and not caring, resting his head against her rising chest.

(y/n) let out a very loud satisfied sigh, and he felt her hands gently kneed themselves through his hair, making him look up at her, she moved some of his hair out of his face, and she grinned, "That was fucking amazing." Steve didn't want to toot his own horn, but yeah that was pretty fucking great. Plus, he enjoyed feeling her hands massage his scalp slightly, relishing in the moment before she'd have to get up and get herself cleaned up and go out her window. It had always been this between them since those two months, and at this point, Steve didn't know what this relationship was and didn't care, it was fun especially with her. He hadn't been with another girl since then, haven't even thought about it. Why would he go off with some other girl when the perfect one was right here running her hands through his hair after a good fucking?

He wouldn't realize until much later that he'd let her do practically anything, if she asked him to rob a bank he wouldn't even hesitate, as long as she let him kiss her until neither of them could breath anymore. Hell, she could end this tomorrow and run off with some other guy, and there wouldn't be a damn thing he could do about it but cherish the moments between them.

(y/n) couldn't go just yet, he just fucked her into next week- how the hell is she going to be able to climb out the window with these wobbly ass legs? But it had to be done, if she laid here with Steve laying on her like this she might fall asleep in his arms, which she didn't actually mind, but it was too risky. Like this wasn't, she thought amusingly. She moved to sit up and Steve reluctantly got off of her with a whine. He slid on his discarded boxers, going over the bathroom to get a wet towel to help clean her and him off. That was when (y/n) sat up, her hand touching the wet object that Steve had stuck in her mouth in an attempt to keep her quiet. She picked up the very familiar cloth, and couldn't stop the laugh that came out of her mouth.

"Oh fuck you Steve," she said just as he walked back into his bedroom, the light from the bathroom shining on her sitting there holding her underwear in one hand and giving him an amused look. Steve smirked and shrugged.

"Had to find some way to shut you up," he replied, starting to wipe her inner thighs and stomach. She laid back, looking at her panties and laughed.

"My own panties, you're so kinky Harrington," she wiggled her eyebrows, making him roll his eyes thinking for a moment that this was the girl who literally was too scared to say a curse word as a middle school to saying crude things like that.

"It's not a kink, any cloth would've done," he said, (y/n) scoffed not believing that for a second.

"Yeah right- I saw the way you were looking at it in my mouth." Then again, she didn't know what even was in her mouth and she hated to admit it- but that's kind of fucking hot.

"It might be just a little bit of a kink," he said rubbing the back of his neck almost embarrassed, (y/n) hummed.

"Thought so."

Steve leaned over her, their noses almost touching and he said in a gruff voice, "But I much prefer hearing you scream my name, instead of those muffled ones you were giving me. You just wouldn't be quiet." (y/n) nipped at his lips, and when he tried to kiss her, she dodged him by shoving him off and rolling off of the bed, knowing if they started something again she'd never leave. She could stay until the morning like last time, but the idea of sleeping in too late and waking up to knocking her head against the floor wasn't so appealing. He watched as he put on her shirt, then slid on her shorts. Steve raised a brow and grabbed the panties she tossed aside.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" (y/n) looked at him, then the panties, then back at him and shook her head. Steve gripped them between his hands and she said, "Keep them Harrington, I'll be back for them tomorrow night so we might just need them." Steve's eyes darkened slightly, and she shot him a wink as she climbed out the window. Steve watched her carefully climb onto the room, then slide off of the side of it, landing onto the lawn chair she set there, her sandals set down neatly at the side.

When she was on the ground, picking up her sandals, she looked up at Steve and waved at him as if it was just a visit between two best friends. Steve stupidly waved back, and she turned around, walking past the pool silently, hips swaying just a little bit more than usual. Steve watched her until she disappeared behind the back gate, and when she was gone, he looked down at her panties, still wet with her own saliva. He felt his dick twitch in his boxers, dammit.

He shoved them into his side dresser, and looked at his messed up bed, seeing wet spots where her thighs once were, and he removed the sheet, shoving it into his hamper. He'd have to get up early to wash his sheets, because if he didn't her scent would be all over it and he'd never get some decent amount of sleep. Well, he guessed that didn't matter- because she was coming back tomorrow night, which from the events of this night-  he wouldn't be getting any sleep anyway.

And damn he couldn't wait.

[night-is-a-feeling]

Hii maia! top 5 fashion history facts (idk if that’s a good question but I guess u mentioned liking fashion history once so... skdjsjds) hope you’re doing great! 💕

omgosh sage! i’m so sorry this took me so long, this is an incredible hard question, and i’m so glad you asked it 🥺 this is going to be long and ranty i’m sure.

1. i wanna talk about trompe l’oeil, elsa schiaparelli, rationing during wwll, and inventive women at the time.

okay so this is like both a history story and a fact, i guess? so basically my love, my fav Elsa Schiaparelli was a brilliant fashion designer in the 1930s who was fascinated and heavily involved in the surrealist art movement. she was famous for designing on the intersection of fashion and art through surrealism. she was one of the first to play with the trompe l’oeil (trick the eye) technique within fashion, before this it was mainly used as an art technique. you know those shirts that have a peter pan collar? or a bow on the neckline? but they’re not real, it’s just stitching that creates an image of a bow? that’s what she was creating in the 30s. now the reason i told her story, is because her experimentation with trompe l’oeil and surrealism, left for an interesting fact from the 40s! during WWll most fabric was rationed, as most of it was needed for the war efforts, this radically changed the fashion industry. during this time it was still considered immodest for a women to be seen with bare legs. BUT the nylon that was used to create their pantyhose and stockings, was being heavily rationed. so they had to get creative. and these genius women realized that no one would notice if they just started painting the appearance of the seams in pantyhose up the backs of their legs. so that’s how they got through the war time, maintaining their modesty using the art of trompe l’oeil, while also baring their legs for all to see.

2. the originations of the “witchy” aesthetic and costume.

this is something i just read about and it blew my mind!! it’s one of the many fashion history things though that are both fascinating and deeply upsetting. so the basics are that for thousands of years, women were the brewers of the times. they were responsible for brewing all of the ale and beer consumed. this was a job they took on that afforded them freedom and a sense of independence, as they did not need men to accomplish this job. many widowers became brewmasters as a way to support themselves financially. now many of these women sold their brews at markets, and to be quickly identified they would wear large pointed hats, this help them be spotted and identified as having beer from far away. this isn’t the only identifiable iconography that we now associate with witches. they also hung brooms on their doors to signify that they had ale for sale, they kept cats to keep mice out of their product, they transported their brews in cauldrons, and relative to the times, they of course wore long dresses, often accompanied with draped cloaks. the change came in the 1500s when men realized they could profit off the production of beer, and began a long tradition of pointing to these women and yelling “witch” the occupation quickly became a death sentence for women to engage in. so that’s why our image of witches is actually just of old badass women brewmasters!

3. the gendering of pink and blue

it’s possible you’ve heard before that for many years the gendered ideas of these colours were swapped and also held very little prominence on our psyche. the thought was that pink was derived from red therefore it was a more passionate colour and blue was a more delicate, natural colour. it is also well documented that this kind of colour gendering was insignificant. that is until after WWll when the advertisement and sales generation took off. EVERYTHING was deeply ingrained with capitalism (still is),and everyone was buying into it. this girls wear pink, boys wear blue idea. was started by a department store that wanted to sell more product. and by gendering their products they were able to massively convince the western world that you had to subscribe to these ideals. it’s the norm after all. this forced the hand of many parents to buy more product just to support the idea of gender. baby boomers were the first generation to grow up in gender specific clothing before the age of 6.

4. monograms and louis vuitton

this is way more an origin story than a fun fact... sooo we all know the famous louis vuitton monogram, i’m sure most of us could point one out on the street. BUT maybe less commonly known is that LV is the creator of the modern monogram, and was somewhat the fashion originator of branding of this type. LV was originally just a trunk maker, he built and revolutionized the luggage industry. he invented a new waterproof canvas fabric to use for his trunks, essentially declaring leather as a terrible choice, because it made your clothes smell weird. (most of LV bags to this day are still made from this canvas and not leather) and because of the waterproof nature of his trunks, he was able to build them as perfect boxes that were stackable (easier for travel), whereas a domed top was always the way before. with this fame, came MANY counterfeits. so he worked to create a print that would separate his work from those of the counterfeits. eventually the counterfeit designers caught on, and made theirs with the same print. this went on for three rounds before louis passed away in 1892 and his brand was left to his son george, who ran into the same counterfeit issues. so george created an intricate multi faceted monogram print, that would become so synonymous with louis vuitton, that it is still the most recognizable monogram in the fashion world. what is so fascinating to me about this origin story, is that people today will look at a LV bag and immediately think “fake” so it’s really funny to me that this house that spent its first 40 years working SO HARD to be unique and decidedly not fake, and yet still to this day people think FAKE! immediately upon seeing that monogram.

5. bathing machines, and bathing costumes

ummm help! this is one of the funniest things, but also somewhat upsetting. okay so the history of bathing suits is intensely intricate and seeped in misogyny. and this fact is not any different. now there are many instances of these being used in the early to mid 1700s within europe, which makes more sense because at the time bathing in the nude was a commonality. and these offered modesty. however!!! they remained prevalent within europe and mainly england well into the 1800s even after bathing costumes became the norm. basically these modesty protectors, were small huts that were built on carriages. women would come to the beach, walk up the steps into one of the available bathing machines, change into her swimming costume. and you’ll never guess what happens next!! the fucking carriage is pulled into the water by horses! this was so that the women could slip straight out of the changing room directly into the water, and not a soul had to see the immodesty and immorality that was a women in a swimming costume. ya know, even though the swimming costume was a head to toe thick wool covering. even that was ✨immodest✨ anyways please google these, because genuinely i cannot believe they are real.

ask me my top 5 or top 10 anything

[umbry-fic]

Beaches! And Dolphins! (And Arsonists!)

Summary:

Colette: Misella, come play at the beach with me! Misella: I appreciate the invitation, but I must decline. Misella: I have been informed that I am 'not the beach type'. Colette: What? But... the beach is so much fun!

Colette, Lloyd, Arche and Genis spend an afternoon at the beach. Shenanigans ensue.

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia, Tales of Crestoria Characters: Colette Brunel, Lloyd Irving, Arche Klein, Genis Sage, Raine Sage, Misella Relationships: Colette Brunel/Lloyd Irving, Colette Brunel & Lloyd Irving & Arche Klein & Genis Sage Rating: G Word Count: 4789 Mirror Link: AO3 Original Post Date: 20/07/2021

Notes+Warnings: A fun fic based on Colette's Crestoria summer alt. (Don't take this too seriously!) Arche and Genis are both wearing their Asteria summer alts.

Slight spoiler warning for a design change in Crestoria chapter 8. No spoilers for Lloyd's side story.

Credits to @likes-words-and-shrimp for inspiring the conversation at the start. Happy summer! ♥

~~~

“Oh god.” Arche spat out a mouthful of pineapple juice, fumbling and nearly dropping the glass she was holding, tiny umbrella and all, into the sand. She coughed into her free hand, desperately trying not to enter a wheezing fit. She had not expected to witness this today.

“Genis already warned me, but… Really, what possessed you to choose this?!” Arche asked in disbelief.

Genis and Colette, in Arche’s humble opinion, both looked adorable - Genis in swimming trunks and a pair of kitten flip-flops; Colette in a swimsuit dress, golden hair tied into a messy ponytail, and equipped with cute accessories that only added to her charm.

Then there was Lloyd. Who was wearing the loudest Hawaiin print shirt she had ever seen, paired with… shorts that were secured with a belt? These were the weirdest clothing choices she had ever seen. Who wore a belt when they were going to the beach?

Lloyd was very red and very noticeable, sticking out like a sore thumb on the beach.

At least he had made a sensible decision when it came to his footwear - he was wearing sandals. If he had chosen to wear covered shoes to the beach, Arche may have needed to bury Lloyd on the spot for his crimes.

Lloyd scowled, clearly not appreciating Arche’s gaping expression or Genis snickering behind her. His childhood friend had a hand on Arche’s shoulder, and it was the only thing keeping him from collapsing in laughter.

“It’s my favourite colour!” Lloyd protested, crossing his arms and glaring away into the distance. “Besides, how much more ridiculous is it than your silly hat, Arche?”

“Excuse me?” Arche retorted, straightening up in indignation. She adjusted the hat in question, which was not a hat at all. “This is a sun visor! Can’t you see it’s made of plastic? It’s a fashion statement. A fashion statement. And a practical one at that, because my sensitive skin needs protection! It’s miles better than your shirt!”

Arche glared back in full force, fire raging in her eyes. Despite her being a full three heads shorter than Lloyd, she appeared threatening enough to make Lloyd take a hurried step back.

“Alright, alright!” Lloyd conceded, holding his hands up in surrender. “Don’t murder me.”

“I told you this was a horrible choice yesterday, Lloyd,” Genis gasped between snickers, bending down with his hands on his knees. His sides were in pain. “Anyone would have known that this was a horrible choice. Anyone except you! You should have been there when he tried it on, Arche.”

Genis had done more than just tell Lloyd. Upon seeing Lloyd step out of the dressing room, Genis had groaned and buried his head in his hands. For an entire hour. Colette had tried to get him to raise his head with wonderful motivational quotes like “You can do it!”, but ultimately failed to knock Genis out of his stupor.

“Honestly, I’m thanking my lucky stars that I already owned mine,” Arche replied drily. And her two-piece swimsuit was cute too! A win. “I was spared seeing this disaster unfold live.”

“I think it looks nice,” Colette spoke up, butting into the conversation with a sunny smile. “Red looks good on Lloyd. It’s like… How do I explain it… His colour?”

“See? All of you just have no sense of taste!” Lloyd said triumphantly, blushing a little as he scratched the back of his head, grinning from Colette’s compliment.

“I’d say love is blind. But you’re both blind,” Arche commented, shaking her head and patting Genis on the back. “Come on, Genis, let’s go get started on a sandcastle before these two idiots derail this whole day.”

Colette stared after the retreating back of her two friends, Arche holding her drink high above her head and Genis still letting out a final few peals of laughter. She turned back to Lloyd, blinking in confusion. “Love…?”

“JUST - Think nothing of it!” Lloyd blurted out, blushing harder until his face resembled his shirt. All in all, too much red. “They don’t mean anything by it! Shall we get going too? We only have until Professor Raine picks us up to enjoy the beach.”

“Alright!”

Colette still wanted to know what was up, but chose to drop the line of questioning in favour of getting started with this day of fun. Neither she, nor Lloyd, nor Genis, had ever been to the beach. How could they, having been confined to the limits of a single village for their whole lives?

This was her chance to experience the sparkling waters and pristine sands that every child was supposed to know and experience at least once. All with shining eyes, a ton of energy, and the company of her friends! Arche had promised to act as their guide to all things beach-related, boasting about her expertise in this rather strange area.

It was going to be great, and she couldn’t wait!

Colette spotted a familiar figure in the corner of her vision, standing some distance away on the golden sands. Was that…?

“I see Misella!” Colette chirped, jumping up and down on the balls of her feet in excitement from spotting her new friend. She hoped she could get to know her better - that was a favourite pastime of hers. “I’m going to go say hi!”

“The girl you met last night at the inn? Have fun! I’ll be waiting with...” Lloyd trailed off as he realised that Colette had already taken off, leaving nothing but a cloud of fine sand in her wake. “Ah, she’s gone…” he muttered, smiling fondly. “Just like her.”

Lloyd turned, following the footprints Arche and Genis had left behind. Might as well get started on learning some beach activities! Then he could help Colette ease into them.

He wanted to make this day as amazing for her as possible.

~~~

“Misella!” Colette called out, practically lunging at the other girl’s back in excitement. Misella, rightfully startled, turned around just in time for Colette to grab onto her hands instead of sending Misella face-first into the sand.

Hm? How strange, Colette thought. Misella was still wearing gloves.

Maybe her hands were sensitive to sand…? That was the only reason Colette could think of. Or maybe it was just a fashion thing! Arche would know. She’d ask her later.

“Oh. It’s just you, Colette.” Misella blinked, releasing the tension from her hunched shoulders.

“Sorry for startling you.” Colette giggled. “I’m glad you ended up coming to the beach! You said you wouldn’t last night...”

“Ah, Kanata wanted to come. He said this was a famous beach and it would be a shame if we didn’t visit it,” Misella replied with a gentle smile, her gaze drifting to a boy with blond hair, who was wearing a plain pair of swimming trunks and was busy lugging a bucket from the direction of the waterfront. Kanata’s hand was bandaged - was he injured? Oh, Colette hoped he’d get better soon!

“And… the rest of my acquaintances,” Misella continued, tone shifting from adoring to carefully neutral as her gaze slid further right.

Acquaintances? What a strange way of putting friends!

Colette followed Misella’s gaze... And had to pause to process what she was seeing.

A man with black hair stood next to a lady with light brown hair, both slaving away with shovels in hand. The man wore a Hawaiian shirt over a pair of swimming trunks, the shirt even more eye-catching than Lloyd’s, and unbuttoned to reveal a strange symbol on his stomach. The lady wore a two-piece swimsuit, together with a sun hat made from straw and a pair of dark sunglasses that fully obscured any view of her eyes.

But what Colette was more interested in was where the two were dumping the sand they were so determined to dig up. All of it, weight and all, was going onto a third person who was so obscured by the pile of sand covering them that only their head of silver hair was visible, together with two flailing arms.

And was that screaming?

“Don’t be worried, Colette. This is an activity known as burying someone in sand. It’s a tradition at the beach, and Aegis volunteered,” Misella said in a deadpan tone. “Yuna and Vicious are just helping him.”

“I… I see.”

“Your swimsuit is very cute,” Misella commented, turning so that she blocked the concerning view behind her. She pointed out the white petals nestled securely in Colette’s hair. “And the flower is very beautiful. Is it a lily? I must admit I’m not too knowledgeable on flower species...”

“Oh, thank you so much! Lloyd picked it out for me, and it is a lily! At least, I think so,” Colette replied, any thoughts about the person in the sand already forgotten. Her happy smile only grew wider as she recalled how Lloyd had gifted the lily to her on the way to the beach.

Lloyd had been shifting from foot to foot, unable to look her in the eye as he had offered her the freshly-picked flower, the petals still wet from the morning rain. She hadn’t understood why he had been feeling so nervous, but hadn’t wanted to probe him on it. She had, however, accepted the lily in the blink of an eye, letting him place it in her hair, his fingers brushing against the tip of her ear for a brief moment and making her shiver. Her heart was filled with warm happiness from his actions. She intended to cherish the flower for as long as she could, for it was a gift from Lloyd, and all gifts from Lloyd were precious treasures.

“Like my brightblaze…” Misella muttered to herself, fingers cupping the precious flower that continued to sit in her hair, no matter her outfit or agenda for the day. It would never leave.

“Yours is really pretty as well! So is your swimsuit. It’s elegant,” Colette said eagerly, wanting to return the compliment. Misella’s two-piece swimsuit with a skirt truly fit her!

“Thank you, Colette. And did you get yours from the same place as us? This…” Misella asked, fingers reaching out and brushing the inflatable float that snugly hugged Colette’s arm. The float didn’t resemble any normal ring float - it was shaped like Lloyd, complete with his large smile, spiky hair and red Hawaiian shirt. It was adorable, and Colette absolutely loved it. She would be keeping it forever, even if she never went to the beach again! Lloyd had said much the same about his float, who looked just like her, down to the exact outfit she was wearing right now.

Besides, who said she wasn’t allowed to wear the float even outside of the beach? She wasn’t opposed to proudly wearing it every day, no matter what anyone said to her.

“I see that you have a similar float.” Colette giggled, gently poking the Kanata-shaped float on Misella’s right arm, which complemented the one she could faintly see on Kanata’s arm. “Did the friendly man at the swimwear shop offer to make you a pair as he did with me and Lloyd?”

“The short man with the accent?”

“The very same! He was so nice.”

Colette clasped her hands together, hoping she’d be able to see that friendly man with the bushy beard again. She wanted to thank him one more time for the generous gift - the pair of floats had been completely free of charge, and the details were perfectly done!

She also wanted to just spend some time with him. He seemed like an interesting person, and Lloyd seemed to like him too.

“Ah, Colette,” Misella said, breaking Colette out of her train of thought. “Kanata is calling for me.”

“Oh! Then I won’t keep you any longer.”

“Sorry for cutting our conversation short…”

“Don’t worry about it.” Colette waved Misella’s worries away. “We can always keep talking in the inn tonight. My friends and I aren't going to be leaving till tomorrow. I hope you have a good time! I’ll be joining my friends now.”

“You too, Colette! Have a fun time!” Misella waved goodbye, yelling after Colette’s retreating back.

Colette really was doing a lot of running around today.

She hoped she wouldn’t trip and ruin something…

~~~

“Sorry about the sandcastle. I lost us the competition...” Colette sighed. She crouched and dipped her hand down, letting the incoming waves wash away the granules sticking to it. That wouldn’t be enough to rid her of all the sand clinging to her from her plunge through the sandcastle, but nothing was likely to do that except a dip in the ocean.

Neither would the water wash away the frustrated frown on her face.

“Don’t worry about it,” Lloyd said, his gaze drawn to her, as it always was - watching the sea foam part around her hand; the sea flinging droplets into the air around her. “I’m just glad you’re not hurt. And what mattered was that we had a lot of fun, right?”

“Right!” Colette stood up, her frown fading away. Rivulets of water flowed down her arm and dripped from her fingertips. “I had a ton of fun!” She turned to face the azure waves, taking a step closer. Sunlight rippled on their surface, forming diamonds of pure gold that danced in merriment. “The waters here really are beautiful. They might be the most beautiful thing I’ve seen. Apart from Pasca’s clearing, that is. Thanks for suggesting we come here, Lloyd.”

Lloyd walked further out so he was standing next to Colette, feeling the waves lap at his ankles and submerge his bare feet, his sandals having been abandoned in the protection of Arche and Genis.

The sea wasn’t anywhere close to the most beautiful thing here.

“Anything to make that smile return,” he muttered.

No, that title belonged to the girl standing next to him. Her ponytail swayed in the slight breeze that teased his shoulders, her dress fluttering around her thighs, the metal around her neck glinting golden under the sunlight. Her arms were outstretched to feel the sea spray, her head tipped back in bliss. And on her face was the smile he always wanted to put there, bright and happy and content.

He couldn’t tear his gaze away.

“Lloyd? Earth to Lloyd?”

Lloyd snapped out of his daze to find Colette waving her hand in his face, a pout on her face and her hand on her waist.

“You can’t just stare at me and go silent, you know,” Colette grumbled.

“Sorry. I… I was, um...” Lloyd scrambled to return to his senses, wondering what he could even say without exposing just how deeply he had tumbled into love. Just being this close to her made his heart sing, not to mention how her current outfit turned her cuteness up to eleven and made functioning normally for him nigh impossible. All the ribbons…

He’d choked on his spit when Colette had walked out of the dressing room, hardly able to believe his eyes. Genis had spent the entirety of yesterday night reminding him of this, and Lloyd knew Genis would never let him forget.

A sudden clicking sound emanated from near their feet, interrupting his awkward attempt at an explanation. Boy, was he glad for the distraction.

“Oh!” Colette squealed in delight, crouching once again to peer at the snout that now poked out of the waters - one belonging to a grey dolphin with shining, curious eyes. “Hello there! Come to say hi?”

So the clicking sound had been the dolphin’s cry! He’d have to thank the dolphin later for saving his hide.

Colette laughed, the sound as refreshing as the sea spray, as the dolphin bumped its snout into her open palm. “You’re a playful one, aren’t you?” she whispered, patting its rubbery head. “Hm, I think I’ll name you Tim. Do you like the name?”

The dolphin proceeded to swim one rapid round, seemingly expressing its joy. It leapt into the air before diving back into the water, the slap of its tail spraying the both of them with a faceful of salt.

“I think it likes it,” Lloyd said. He couldn’t help but smile - even as he blinked seawater out of his eyes - content to watch Colette play with the dolphin. Naming the dolphins was so inherently... Colette.

That was when a second dolphin appeared, emitting equally enthusiastic cries as it joined the first. The two swam around each other happily, squeaking and clicking, with what appeared to be smiles on both of their faces that revealed rows of teeth.

“I think Tim and Robert are friends!” Colette exclaimed, clapping her hands together. She had come up with a second name on the spot. Impressive. “How sweet.”

“They’re… They’re coming back,” Lloyd noted in surprise, staring at the two rapidly approaching dolphins gliding through the ocean. The two sea creatures came to an abrupt stop before him and Colette, both clicking out an unknown message.

“I wonder what it is they want,” Colette mused, reaching out a gentle hand to stroke Robert’s fin. Only to be met with enthusiastic clicking, Tim bobbing its head up-and-down in what Lloyd interpreted as a nod.

“Huh.” This was probably going to sound dumb, but it was the only thing that came to Lloyd’s mind. “I… I think they want us to ride them?”

As if they could comprehend what Lloyd was saying, the two dolphins burst out into a cacophony of cries, shocking even Colette.

“I think you hit the nail on the head!” Colette kicked off her sandals, the two shoes landing on a haphazard pile on the sand, before grabbing his right hand in both of hers. She did it with no hesitation at all, the warmth of her hands seeping into his. He didn’t know how she did it, but he never wanted her to stop.

“Come on! This will be so much fun!” she cried, tugging him along, the bracelet around her right wrist jangling. She was the brightest thing before him, brighter even than the sun, her smile lighting up his chest with fireworks.

He would follow her anywhere. Anywhere in the whole wide world.

“Let’s not keep Tim and Robert waiting!”

~~~

“I wish you would have told us about the dolphins,” Arche grumbled, sitting up on the beach towel that formed her seat and hugging her knees to her chest. Genis was squatting next to her, continuing to work on the turtle sandcastle that had won the pair the spontaneously-held sandcastle competition. And rightfully so, considering how intricate the design was - complete with grooves on the shell and accurately shaped flippers.

Colette wondered how the turtle continued to stand on such a narrow base, however. Shouldn’t it have collapsed by now? Sand wasn’t this stable, was it? How did Genis do it?

“Sorry,” she apologised, plopping down under the shade of the umbrella that the two half-elves had commandeered. Her legs were still slightly shaky from the thrill of the past half-hour. “I was too engrossed and forgot entirely.”

It had been so much fun to navigate the seas on the back of an energetic dolphin with Lloyd by her side, catching the waves and speeding along the currents, feeling the sea breeze kiss her face. The cries of the dolphins and Lloyd’s laughter had filled her ears, his delighted smile carved into her memory. He’d even challenged her to a race, one that had ended in a draw as both Tim and Robert reached the shore at the same time. She and Lloyd had stumbled back onto the sand at that moment, her head spinning from all the tight turns they’d made. His arms had steadied her, as Lloyd always did, as she had turned and waved goodbye to the dolphins before they sped away.

“I’ll definitely tell you next time!” Colette promised. Arche and Genis should get to know the magical experience as well. And she would love to do it again.

Maybe she’d get to see Tim and Robert again! That would be great.

Genis not-so-discreetly elbowed Arche in the side, raising three fingers into the air and shaking his head.

“Ah, you’re right, Genis. Never mind, Colette, it’s alright. I’m actually somewhat glad.” Arche nodded sagely, having understood Genis’ symbolism perfectly. She flopped back down onto the towel, resting her head on her crossed arms. “I would have died so young from third-wheeling.”

“What does that even mean?” Colette asked, half-ready to place her hands on Arche’s shoulders and shake the answers out of her friend. It was bad enough that Arche and Genis seemed to be sharing an inside joke, but they also kept using these mysterious terms that Colette couldn’t wrap her head around! Even Lloyd seemed to be in on it.

“Don’t mind them!” Lloyd hurriedly interjected, slipping his feet into his sandals. Was he… blushing again?

What was happening?!!

Colette pouted. Fine. She’d drop it for now. But she’d find out one day, she swore.

“So. Shall we play a game of volleyball?” Arche asked. “Our sandcastle competition fell apart from the beginning, and…” Arche reached blindly into a backpack that the half-elf had magically procured out of somewhere, for Colette did not remember her bringing it to the beach. Arche triumphantly pulled out a colourful beach ball, all without budging from her lazy position. “...it’s the perfect use for this!”

“Sure. You’re on,” Lloyd replied, grinning. “I bet me and Colette can beat you any day.”

“And you two are automatically on the same team.” Arche finally sat up, raising one eyebrow before dropping it immediately. “Why am I even surprised? Anyway, you sure you want to make that bet?”

Genis sighed, setting down his shovel. He was not looking forward to all the physical exertion, but he knew he’d get dragged into it whether or not he agreed. Might as well indulge his friends. “Don’t try to be cocky, Arche. Lloyd may be the dumbest idiot in the world, but he is strong.”

“Oh, you’re right…”

“Yeah! See? I’d beat you - Wait, Genis!” Lloyd shouted, having finally processed that his friend had insulted him.

Colette paid no mind to the childish jabs her two childhood friends were busy exchanging. Rather, she was deep in thought about how to make the upcoming volleyball game more fun. Genis would get tired fairly quickly, and she’d rather let him rest instead of forcing himself to continue. But that would make the teams unbalanced, and who knew how long Arche and Lloyd could continue playing for?

The solution…

Ah!

“Can I invite Misella and her friends?” Colette perked up, raising her arm like she was answering one of Professor Raine’s questions. She’d come up with a brilliant idea, and she wanted to share it! “Since they’re here at the beach, they might as well join in the fun!”

“I mean… I don’t see why not?” Arche shrugged.

“The more the merrier!” Lloyd agreed.

“Okay then, I’m off!” Colette scrambled to her feet, quickly brushing down her bare legs. “I’ll bring them back here.”

Colette sprinted towards where she remembered Misella was, becoming nothing more than a blur of yellow and red that zoomed past other people. She spotted a familiar head of pink hair and adjusted her path.

Misella was standing with her back to Colette, her arms crossed across her chest. The person who had been in the process of being buried was now fully covered with a massive mound of sand, arms laying slack as if in resignation.

As Colette neared the group of five, the sound of enraged shouting reached her ears. Oh no, was there some argument going on?

All Colette could make out was the word “bazongas”. She had no clue what that meant, for she had never heard it before. Perhaps it was some mysterious creature, befitting of such a unique name. She’d just ask Professor Raine later!

What Colette did know was the chain of unfortunate events that unfolded within the next few minutes. It was such a short time, and yet it was packed to the brim with frantic activity, seeming to stretch into eternity.

Colette spotted Misella raise her arm, a bird of flame coming to life and rearing its head gloriously. She absent-mindedly registered in a small section of her mind that the phoenix was gorgeous, elegant and regal. A perfect match for someone like Misella.

The rest of her mind was focused on all-consuming worry.

Lloyd, Genis and Arche tended to get into arguments a lot. They were always playful, however, never malicious in nature. And they most certainly did not stray into full-on fights with intent to injure. At most, Genis would hit Lloyd lightly in the shoulder, while Arche hit a little harder by slapping the same spot.

Friends shouldn’t hurt one another! She staunchly believed in that! So whatever disagreement Misella and her friends had gotten into, they should resolve it peacefully. Not with red-hot flames!

“Mise - Ah!” Colette was interrupted mid-shout as her foot caught on… absolutely nothing. There was nothing in the sand - not a pebble, not a fragment of a seashell, not a handle of a stray, forgotten shovel. She had tripped over thin air.

The mystery of how Colette had fallen, while intriguing, was not the most important thing.

Rather, it was the immediate consequence of her fall, as it usually was.

Misella, too wrapped up in yelling at Vicious, didn’t hear Colette’s approach at all. The others took notice of the girl flailing her arms in warning far too late, identical expressions of alarm crossing their faces as they stepped forward in a futile attempt to stop the inevitable collision.

“Now burn - Eek!” Misella let out a surprised squeak of her own as Colette’s outstretched arms slammed into Misella’s back, sending them both careening towards the sand.

Unfortunately, this was also the moment wherein Misella released her scorching flames.

And you can guess how that ended.

~~~

“First of all. Lloyd, what are you wearing?” Raine groaned, dragging a tired hand down her face. As the responsible, and only, adult of the group, it had fallen to her to retrieve the frolicking children from the beach before the day got too late, and shepherd them back to the inn. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be leaving this town on time. Or ever.

If Raine was to be truly responsible, she should have been supervising them the entire time. After all, there was no telling what consequences Arche’s shenanigans would usher in, nor the problems that Lloyd’s stupidity could cause, nor the calamities that Colette could trip her way into. Genis, bless her little brother’s poor soul, would try his best, but he was nowhere near intimidating enough to get a handle on all three of them.

But there was no way anyone was going to convince her to spend her afternoon at the beach, passing each second petrified by terror and staring at the slowly approaching waters, waiting for the ocean to swallow her whole. She still wanted to let Lloyd, Colette and Genis experience the beach, however. Colette, especially, had been deprived of a childhood for far too long.

So Raine had happily traipsed off to the library for a few hours of quality reading, convinced that even these trio of troublemakers (and Genis tagging along) couldn’t get into that much trouble in such a short time.

And she’d come back to this mess.

“Is this really relevant, Professor? And why does everyone feel the need to bring this up?”

“Because it’s appalling! I taught you better than this!”

Genis and Arche, sitting on a nearby stone wall and observing the proceedings with identical deadpan expressions, let out a synchronised snicker. Though they quickly shut up when Raine glared at them. They did value their lives.

“That’s NOT the point, Professor! Don’t we have more pressing issues to deal with?”

"Then to get to the point… Colette," Raine forced through gritted teeth, the last word pointed. These kids were really something…

"Yes, Professor Raine?" Colette laughed in a higher pitch than usual, clasping her hands behind her back as sweat ran down her brow. Both because of nerves, and because of... Well... The situation behind her.

It was really, really hot. Not to mention the group of five arguing close-by, the boy who had finally managed to extricate himself from the sand desperately patting at his originally silver hair, which now had blackened tips. It might also have been… significantly shorter than it used to be, and certainly more jagged.

Raine sighed, brow furrowing in exasperation. She could feel the beginnings of a pounding headache.

"I left the four of you for three hours. Why is the beach on fire?"

[eddie-and-richie]

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Mayward Week 2020

Day 1: “People are staring” + Getting Together

There really wasn’t much that Pope didn’t like love about JJ. He was fearless, strong, witty, bold, sexy, loyal, cute, and at times a little obnoxious. But, Pope would defend this minor flaw till the day he died. JJ didn’t get a lot of attention growing up and so he had to make sure that people wouldn’t forget about him. Honestly, more times than not Pope found JJ’s rambunctious behavior more adorable than anything else, so it didn’t really bother him anyway. It was part of what made JJ JJ and Pope loved JJ. Except for one small, itsy bitsy tiny little detail that if he could he might maybe consider possibly changing: JJ was candid. He said the first thing that popped into his head and never thought twice about it. Which would be totally fine if more often then not it didn’t make Pope’s cheeks heat up and have him wish that he could grow gills and hide in the water for the rest of his life. 

It was always little comments. Just small absent-minded things that JJ would say to be funny and everyone else would pass off as a joke, but that Pope would stay up at night analyzing in his head. Like the time he wore a new pair of bright blue swimming trunks out on the HMS Pogue and after staring for a little too long (Making Pope feel a little embarrassed and feel like maybe he should have went for a large instead of a medium) made the comment “Damn Pope I think blue might be your color” and then after awkwardly patting him on the shoulder jumped into the water and didn’t emerge for another fifteen minutes. Or like how anytime the Pogues would do anything that required them partnering up JJ would immediately grab Pope’s hand and call “dibs”, and that anytime he would wear one of JJ’s shirts that he would lazily leave in his bedroom after spending the night, JJ would tell him that he “Looked better in it than him anyway,” Like what the fuck was Pope supposed to do with that information?

Pope thought that maybe he could handle the flirting if he did it to everyone. If it was just JJ being his free-spoken self and loving his friends in the flirtatious way that he did, but he didn’t do it to anyone else but him. Every once in awhile he would tease Kie about how hot she was and that she could get any girl on the island but, with her, it was obviously just that, teasing. When JJ would comment something about Pope it had too much heart, it cut too deep. It killed him. It killed him because Pope couldn’t do anything about it. 

JJ was straight. He flirted with girls, he talked about girls, he even hooked up with girls. But then just like clockwork every day, after hooking up with some random touron he would come back out on the boat and tell Pope that he had a pretty smile. Making the poor boy’s heart swell and head hurt at the same time. Pope wished he could just tell him to stop. That it made him uncomfortable and he didn’t want JJ to say stuff like that anymore. Only they didn’t make Pope feel uncomfortable, they made him flustered. They made him feel hopeless because JJ didn’t really mean these things and he wanted him to more than anything in the world. Beside bros should be able to listen to their bros call them cute without wanting to pin them down and kiss them until neither of them could breathe so Pope was kind of fucked either way. 

There was a party happening at the Boneyard and it was probably going to be one of the last of the year. The air was getting colder and the number of tourons was steadily decreasing. JJ was making most of the party and dancing with girls, drinking beers, sloppily singing along to whatever lame songs the radio was playing. After a while, he came over to Pope and wrapped an arm around his shoulders with a bright smile “There’s my golden boy,” he placed a wet kiss on Pope’s cheek and Pope did his best to not go weak in the knees. “You drunk yet?” He teased and took a sip out of the plastic cup that JJ was carrying around, surprised for the sizzling of coke to burn his tongue. “Nah, I’m DD tonight,” JJ smiled, dimples dotting his cheeks “So, that you guys can have fun, I did my partying this year, I figured it’d be fair.” 

Pope shook his head with a fond smile “That’s sweet of you J,” He praised and could have sworn he saw a faint blush appear on the boy’s cheeks, but it was probably just the chilled wind hitting his face. JJ shrugged “Yeah well,” He moved to grab Pope’s shoulders and shake him “Come on man I’m doing this for you! Party!” He shouted and Pope giggled and moved to cover JJ’s mouth with his hand “Shhhh,” He teased “JJ stop people are staring,” He released JJ’s mouth with a wide smile on his face, but still kept his arms around his friend. “Well yeah, of course they’re staring,” JJ stated without missing a beat “You’re the hottest guy here.”

Pope’s face fell and he let go of JJ. “Why do you always do that?” He mumbled and JJ’s eyes widened. “Wait Pope I’m sorry I-I didn’t mean it like that,” The blonde spoke with panic in his voice. “Yeah JJ I know you didn’t mean it like that, so why the hell did you have to say it?” He shouted “Why do you always have to make me feel like maybe just maybe you might like me back and then rip it away seconds later. If fucking hurts man.” JJ’s mouth gaped open “Like you back?” He whispered. “You like me?” 

“Well duh JJ of course I like you! I’ve always liked you and every time you say that I’m hot or cute or anything else you make it so much harder to get over it so can please for the sake of our friendship just for once in your life shut-” Pope was interrupted by cold hands cupping his cheeks and a warm mouth pressing against his. His eyes widened before he quickly melted into the kiss and wrapping his arms around JJ’s waist. After a few seconds, JJ pulled away for air and too check and make sure Pope didn’t still want to punch him. “Up,” Pope finished his rant with a dazed look in his eyes. 

“I don’t just call anyone hot Heyward. You should know that by now,” JJ smiled and earned a breathy laugh from Pope. “I think people really are staring now,” Pope whispered but didn’t dare look anywhere that wasn’t JJ. “Let em,” JJ whispered back before capturing Pope’s lips once again. 

[spaceskam]

i’m a free spirit, that means free from you

i wrote a fic awhile ago about Michael exploring his sexuality. Now that it’s day 6 of @alexmanesappreciation (lost decade/missing scenes), it felt fitting for it to be Alex’s turn!

Warning: internalized homophobia and unhealthy relationships

ao3

.First Kiss.

“Oh, c’mon Alex, she likes you.”

Alex tried to smile as Kyle pestered him after they snuck out of their cabin and started wading through the woods. Summer camp was fine and all, but the longer he stayed there the higher the chances were that he was going to get in trouble. He just wasn’t sure what he was going to get in trouble for. It was just this stupid thing in his head that told him to be good, act normal, stop that.

They got louder every single time one of the other boys got too close to him when they were in their swim trunks.

“Yeah, but Katie? She’s not my type,” Alex said, mimicking what he’d heard his brother Greg say about the nice girl that was in the band at the high school. She made him cookies, wore a lot of stuff with skulls on them, and introduced him to a cool band called Blink-182. She stopped coming around after Greg told her she wasn’t his type.

“Type?” Kyle laughed, “She’s a girl! She’s got boobs!”

Alex tried to remind himself that he was supposed to like that even though he didn’t quite understand why.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Alex said, nodding. 

They reached the riverbank where the rest of their friends‒or, really, Kyle’s friends‒had congregated, sneaking out after the counselors had gone to their own party for the night. It was ten of them in total, five from the boys side of camp and five from the girls. Alex didn’t even want to sneak out, really scared of what would happen if someone found out, but Kyle had grabbed his arm and begged him and he just said yes.

“Let’s play truth or dare!” Katie said, making sure to look right at Alex as she said so. He instinctively looked to Kyle, hoping he would be on his side and say no.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” Kyle said, agreeing like the rest of the guys and girls. Alex was the only one who didn’t want to, but he couldn’t be the only one who didn’t want to. That’s how you get people to make fun of you.

So they all sat down and the game just started. Everyone was being dumb, daring dumb things that Alex thought were stupid. He was the only one that kept saying truth and, even then, they weren’t anything fun and then he couldn’t come up with anything good and it just wasn’t fun. He kept looking to Kyle, kept trying to signal to him that this wasn’t fun, but it didn’t seem to click.

“Alex, truth or dare,” Katie said, eyes on him. She was pretty, she was. She had pretty hair and a pretty face and... boobs or something. But every time she looked at him, he got a little nervous. 

“Truth,” he said again. Everyone immediately started complaining.

“You can’t keep saying truth!” Wyatt told him, “It’s no fun, you’re ruining the game.”

“Yeah, Alex, just say dare,” Kyle pressed. Alex glared at him for a second before sighing and slumping his shoulder. What could one dare do? Kyle had already drank river water.

“Fine,” he agreed, “Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss me,” Katie said. Everyone around them ooh’d and Alex felt straight up terrified for a moment. He was a kid, he was way too young to be kissing anyone. Thirteen was way too young, didn’t they know that. 

“In front of everybody?” Alex asked, voice cracking. She rolled her eyes dramatically. 

“No, silly,” she said and he almost sighed in relief. Almost. “In the woods.”

Another round of ooh’s surrounding him and making him feel like he had literally no fucking choice in the matter. He knew that if he tried to tell them he didn’t want to, they’d make fun of him. He knew if he asked for a different dare, they’d make fun of him. And, at the end of the day, it was just a kiss. Why not get the first one over with anyway?

Alex did what he was told and stood up. He and Katie went into the woods, just out of the line of sight of the rest, and then they just stood there. She was a little taller than he was and way too close, smiling at him as wide as she could.

“So...”

“So,” she said, “Kiss me.”

“I-I don’t really know how to,” he said. She rolled her eyes.

“It’s easy, you just do this with your lips,” Katie told him, pursing her lips and closing her eyes. And then she waited. Alex just stared at her for a minute until she opened her eyes and looked at him expectantly. “Alex, you gotta do it too.”

“Oh,” he said. And he did. And he kissed her.

It was quick and weird and he understood the whole kissing thing a billion times less than before. But when they separated, she was smiling so big and her face was red. Clearly she’d enjoyed it which had him lost even more. Did something happen that he missed? It just felt weird.

“You’re my boyfriend now, right?” she said. He blinked in confusion.

“Uh...”

“Yay!” Katie said, grabbing his hand and leading him back towards the group.

He wiped his mouth off on the back of his hand and started planning ways to avoid that ever happening again.

.First Crush.

Alex bit down on his thumb nail as he looked around the room, making sure no one would look over his shoulder.

Of course they wouldn’t, he knew that, it was a public library and no one cared, but still. His eyes swept around a couple more times before he realized the more he did that, the more suspicious he looked, so he might as well just do what he came here for.

He gulped harshly and, with shaky hands, clicked the internet icon. Quickly, he typed in how do you know if you’re gay in the search bar. It loaded too slow and it made him look around again as if his dad was going to come out of nowhere. He knew that wasn’t it. He was fifteen now, his dad did let him go to the library by himself. 

He scrolled through all the web pages, skimming the little summary but none of them answered his question. He just needed an answer, he needed someone to tell him. The more people around him called him gay, the less he felt like he understood it. How was he the one being called gay when they were the ones who compared their dicks in the locker room and he didn’t want to be apart of it? How was he the one being gay when he was the only one who looked away during that gross puberty class? How did watching the I Write Sins Not Tragedies music video more than once make someone gay? More importantly, what was so gay about having friends that were girls?

They all threw that word and none of them seemed to make sense. They never called him gay when he accidentally stared too long the first time he got in the locker room with the seniors. They never called him gay when he forgot how to breathe every time Mr. Edwards bent over to pick up a pencil. They never called him gay when he was really interested in watching wrestling. How was he supposed to know when everything seemed so disjointed?

Alex scrolled a little more and saw a link to something labeled ‘Am I Gay? Quiz 100% Accurate’ and, well, he couldn’t help himself.

 Question #1: What do you consider yourself? Straight, Gay, Bisexual, Other

He stared at it with furrowed eyebrows, the cursor hovering over each option maybe a little longer than he should’ve. He eventually settled on straight. He had kissed girls and had girlfriends before even if it wasn’t great, it was still what he’d been doing. That was straight. 

Question #2: In the locker room, did you ever peek over at another guy? Yes seize the opportunity, Yes but out of curiosity, No gross, No but I wanted to

Alex swallowed hard, his stomach churning. The mouse hovered over the first option. But was it like that though? Yes, he had looked, but he wasn’t trying to be gross or anything. He didn’t want to make anyone feel bad. He quickly selected the second option instead.

Question #3: You’re in a relationship with a girl, but you discover that there is a guy who likes you. What do you do? Stay with the girl because you like her, stay with the girl because you feel like you should, never go out with a girl in the first place, break up with the girl for the guy

That one at least felt obvious. Of course he would stay with the girl. What kind of person just breaks up with someone because someone else likes them? That’s just mean. He chose the second option instead of the first and decided not to think too hard about why.

Question #4: Would you ever cheat on a girl with a... girl, guy, I wouldn’t cheat

He smiled at the second no-brainer in a row. He would never cheat. He wasn’t an asshole. 

Question #5: Why are you taking this quiz? I’m bored, I’m confused, I’m gay

Alex stared at it longer than he should’ve. Why was he taking this quiz? Shouldn’t he know these things? It shouldn’t be hard. He should know who he was sexually attracted to, right? He should know. But it wasn’t that fucking easy. He’d met girls who were pretty. Did he want to sleep with them? No, but he hadn’t really met any guys in person that he wanted to sleep with either. It was too much, too confusing.

So, he clicked that he was confusing.

The loading bar stayed on the screen for way too long, but, sure enough, a screen popped up that he was, in fact, straight just a little confused. Which was apparently normal. Alex leaned back, nodding to himself. He was normal.

Alex exited out of the browser and got up, pulling out his iPod from his pocket. He put his headphones over his ears and waved to the nice librarian as he left before pressing play. He felt good, normal, as he walked in time to the MCR song that flooded through his ears towards Bean Me Up. He’d taken a test and even it said he was fine. He’d be fine.

He ordered a coffee and walked to the other side of the counter to wait, leaning against the wall. A smile easily found his face as Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off by Panic! At the Disco started flooding into his ears. He found it impossible not to smile when he heard Brendon Urie’s voice. How was someone that fucking talented?

Then everything slowed down as someone appeared outside the window.

The seductive singing only seemed to set the stage as Marcus Lopez, current quarterback at Roswell High, slowed to a stop, breathing heavy and sweating with his workout gear clinging to his brown skin that literally was glowing under the sun. Alex couldn’t fucking breathe as he pulled his shirt up and over his head and used it to wipe his face dry, exposing his toned stomach and flexing his biceps. He pulled a water bottle out of nowhere and poured it into his mouth, some of the water missing and sliding over each crevice of his body. 

Oh.

Oh.

.First Boyfriend.

“What are you playing?”

Alex looked over to the doorway to see Elijah Thibodaux staring at him. He was the senior boy who got the lead in every school musical and every solo in choir. He was talented and every girl in theatre and choir was obsessed with him. Alex, however, kept his appreciation to himself.

“Oh, uh, I wrote it,” Alex admitted, shyly looking back to his guitar. He tried to keep playing so he’d come off as cool, but he was feeling a little flustered. Boys didn’t really talk to him if they could help it and this one boy was not only talking to him, but he was super cute. 

“Musetta’s Waltz.”

“Huh?” Alex asked. Elijah smiled at him and walked further into the music room, straddling the chair beside him.

“That’s Musetta’s Waltz,” Elijah told him, “Not an original.”

Alex stopped playing, embarrassment filling his system. Leave to him to fuck it up the minute he tried to be cool. Elijah just laughed it off though, scooting closer. Alex tried not to seize up as his hand touched his back. Why was a suave senior touching him? What the fuck was that supposed to be mean?

Elijah’s hand slid up to Alex’s shoulder and he looked over at him.

“Go on, play something for me,” Elijah told him, looking at him with those obscenely green eyes and batting those long eyelashes against his pale cheeks. Alex swallowed hard and nodded, looking back down to his guitar. Instinct took over and Alex slowly started strumming the chords to Wonderwall. Elijah moved his hand up to his jaw. “You’re really good.”

“Thank you,” Alex said, looking over at him and trying to remember how to breathe. His strumming got a little sloppy, but it didn’t seem to matter. Elijah just leaned in close, smiling and his eyes flickering down to his lips and back up again. Alex didn’t have time to even process it before he was being kissed.

Alex stared with wide eyes as Elijah pulled away, struggling to comprehend what the hell just happened. It didn’t make any sense. Elijah was gorgeous and desired and Alex was… What?

“You just kissed me,” Alex said blankly. Elijah grinned.

“Yeah.” And then he did it again.

Alex melted at the attention. It was the first time a boy had ever given him so much attention. He had no idea what to even do with it. 

After that, Alex slowly found himself at Elijah’s beck and call. They would make out behind the bleachers and late at night after sneaking out. Elijah flooded him with compliments and only persuaded him a little to send raunchy pictures or do things he wasn’t quite sure about. But it was fine because he was his boyfriend. That’s what you did with boyfriends.

They carried on like that for a few months, all of it secret. Alex wanted to tell Maria and Liz about him a few times, but Elijah said it was a bad idea and he knew it. He loved them but he wasn’t sure they’d be able to keep it a complete secret. And no one could find out about Elijah and him because of his dad.

But it was a couple nights before the spring choir concert when Alex started hearing things about Elijah having a girlfriend. That didn’t make sense to Alex and he was sure it wasn’t real. People must’ve gotten things confused. Elijah was close to a lot of girls, it was bound to happen. Elijah was Alex’s boyfriend. No one else’s. But, still, Alex found himself a little more willing to send more explicit pictures for a couple days just to make sure he still held his attention.

Which didn’t stop him from walking down the hall, hand in hand with a girl on the day of the spring choir concert.

Alex didn’t know how to deal with the pain that flooded his system at the sight. He got irrationally upset and wanted to confront him right there, but he decided to wait. He waited until lunch time and they met up at their usual spot behind the bleachers. That’s where they would kiss and talk and do boyfriend things.

“I saw you with that girl,” Alex said boldly as Elijah went to greet him with a kiss. He had the audacity to be confused and, when he realized Alex was serious, he rolled his eyes. “Are you cheating on me?”

“Look, it’s not that big of a deal. I started talking to Cassie way before I even started talking to you,” Elijah told him. The way he said it made it sound like it made it less mean. It didn’t stop Alex’s heart from breaking. “It’s not the same.”

“What do you mean it’s not the same? You’re cheating on me!”

Elijah sighed, “Don’t be dramatic, it’s not cheating.”

“Then what do you call it?”

“Alex, it doesn’t even count. I mean, you’re a guy.”

Alex blinked and swallowed harshly, trying to follow his train of thought. It counted for him. It really, really counted for him. That wasn’t fair.

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore,” Alex said softly. Elijah scoffed.

“Oh, c’mon, don’t be like that.”

“No, ‘cause it counts for me. It’s cheating.”

Alex was proud of himself for being man enough to walk away.

Less proud of himself for taking all the way up until Elijah graduated two months later before he stopped answering every time he called.

.First Love.

“You trust me?”

“Um, yes.”

“Then c’mon.”

Alex bit down on his bottom lip as he caved and jumped into the passenger seat of Michael’s truck. They were newly graduated, fresh adults, and everyone was supposed to be going to graduation parties. Of course, Liz wasn’t around anymore and Alex was finding it hard to celebrate when Rosa was dead.

But he still told his dad he was going to one which meant he could sneak off with Michael.

Part of him felt a little guilty for allowing himself even a shred of happiness, but then all he had to do was look at Michael’s fucked hand and he realized nothing really mattered. Soon, he’d be off to basic and he’d have to leave Michael behind. He was going to steal all the happiness he could.

Michael draped his arm around Alex’s shoulders as he drove out to the middle of nowhere and Alex leaned into his side. His head hit his shoulder and his eyes closed, soaking up the closeness of, well, him. He smelled like motor oil since he drove straight from work to graduation. Alex didn’t mind. In fact, he was pretty sure he would miss that smell when he was gone.

Alex tilted his head back to press a kiss to his neck and, from the corner of his eye, saw Michael smile. He had such a gorgeous smile. He was just gorgeous in general with his big, expressive eyes and sunburnt cheeks. Beautiful, kind, caring, what more could someone ask for in a boyfriend?

The truck pulled to a stop in the middle of the desert, far away from where anyone could stumble upon them, much less find them on purpose. It was a comforting thought.

The two of them climbed into the bed of the truck and laid out his sleeping bags to give them some sort of cushion before they laid down. Alex laid directly in his arms and Michael responded with a sweet little hum as they got comfortable.

“So, what’s next?” Alex asked, “What’s your plan?”

“I don’t know. Fix up cars, work on ranches, save up money.”

“What happened to UNM?”

Michael was quiet for a moment before he exhaled heavily for a solid ten seconds. Alex tilted his head up to see that he very clearly hadn’t anticipated this conversation. Which was valid. But Alex knew they had limited time together. He wanted to make sure Michael was going to do something good with that big brain of his.

“I don’t think I’m gonna go,” Michael admitted, “Too big of a change all at once.”

Alex furrowed his eyebrows. “How? Everything’s gonna change already.”

“Yeah, but… At least staying here I have Max and Isobel,” Michael said. Alex lifted his head to meet his eyes. Michael was visibly sad, but he was trying to hide it. He sucked at hiding it. “I don’t know, I’m just not ready.”

“But you’re so smart. What happened to ag? You’ve been wanting to do that since I met you,” Alex pointed out. Michael forced a flirtatious little smile.

“Well, who’s gonna cheer me on when you’re gone?” he teased. But Alex didn’t find it funny.

“Guerin, don’t base your future around me. As much as I would love to be there with you every step of the way, you need to think about it for real. You could be something great, don’t bury yourself in me,” Alex told him, watching his smile fade. It was replaced by a sad bit of understanding.

“I know. I’m just gonna miss you,” he said.

“I’m gonna miss you too,” Alex agreed. 

Michael stared at him for a moment before looking away and up towards the sky, no longer making eye contact as he steadied his breathing. Alex knew he didn’t like talking about the future or the fact that Alex was leaving or the idea of growing up. For someone who had no real sense of stability, he hated any type of change. It was confusing and Alex didn’t know how to make him understand that he just wanted what was best for him.

Then it dawned on him that maybe that’s what love really was.

“Hey,” Alex said, gently laying his palm on Michael’s cheek and guiding his sight back to him, “I know it’s going to be weird after I leave and I still want you to do something good with your brain,  but this isn’t forever. I’m coming home. I don’t know when or, or who I’ll be when I do, but I’m gonna come home to you. I promise.”

And that seemed to be good enough for Michael. At least for that night.

.First ‘I Love You’.

“Like it fuckin’ matters? No one in our crew is a queer anyways.”

Alex forced a laugh and focused on his food. As of this morning, DADT was finally gone. Part of him thought he’d feel safer once it was, but he didn’t. The threat was still there. Now he just didn’t have a whole law to keep his self esteem from eating away at itself.

He wanted to shout it from the rooftops that he was here, he was queer, and if anyone had a problem with it, he would show them up. But then people that he hung out with every day, his friends, said things that scared the shit out of him. He knew that, if he came out, they probably wouldn’t actually care and would only require a little bit of reform, but the word probably still kept him in his cage.

“Manes!” Alex lifted his head to Col. Monroe, the man looking slightly more irritated than usual. “Do I need to send you to go hunt down Lawrence or is he on his way? I need to have a talk with him.”

A talk. Alex’s stomach dropped, but he didn’t let it show. Instead, he stood to his feet.

“I’ll go find him, Sir.”

“Good man.”

Alex discarded his tray quickly and headed to Jay’s place on base. His heart was thudding in his chest and slowly began to think this was probably on purpose. Jay Lawrence was a very reckless man and if almost pissing off someone high ranking was what it took to get Alex alone, well, he didn’t put it past him. 

Alex knocked on the door and it opened almost immediately. Jay stood at attention just to be safe, his toned body barely restrained by his almost-too-small uniform when he flexed, but he gave a sneaky little smile once he saw Alex. Then he pulled him inside. Once the door was closed, Alex was being kissed so senseless that it took him a moment to forget why he even came in the first place. 

He grabbed Jay’s elbows, breathing him in as he reluctantly pulled away. When he opened his eyes, Jay was just staring at him like he was the best thing to grace the Earth and it was easy to feel flustered by that. Alex wasn’t stupid, he knew Jay liked him more than he liked Jay. But Alex admittedly liked the attention and he definitely liked not feeling so alone, so he said nothing.

“DADT is fucking gone, A,” he said, a weight very clearly thrown off his shoulders, “Like officially. No rumors of it being gone, no vague date, no waiting. It’s gone. We, we could be something for real.”

Alex rubbed his thumb over his forearm, smiling slightly. He was younger than Alex, not by much but by enough. He had a family who loved him, who he was out to and who didn’t mind. They all agreed to keep hush so he could serve his country though. He was so pure and kind. He was way too good for Alex.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Alex teased lightly, sliding his hand up to the side of his neck. He’d never been with a man who was so dark that it made him look so pale in comparison before, but, like always, he found it hard to stop staring. They looked good together, objectively, aesthetically. They could be so good. “People still don’t like it. They were bitching about it in the DFAC.”

“Fuck them, what are they gonna do?” Jay asked, stepping in close again to go for another kiss. Reluctantly, Alex dodged it.

“Monroe sent me to find you. Said he wants to talk to you,” Alex told him. His smile faded just a little.

“Okay, then I’ll go, but don’t change the subject,” Jay said, moving his hands to his hips, “C’mon, let’s talk about it. When can we make it public? Or, just, like stop trying so hard to hide?”

Alex stared at him, trying to find a way to say never. If it got back to his father that he was seeing someone in the Air Force, Jay would be so fucked. His career, his life, his entire self would never be the same if his father had a say. That was difficult to explain, especially to someone who had never met the man. But Alex heard it loud and clear when he first met the General and he said, “Manes? I served with your grandpa. Good man.”

He could never be safe and queer here.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Especially not here, not now,” Alex said softly. Jay’s smile dropped and Alex’s heart ached in its wake.

“A,” Jay said, shaking his head, “You said once DADT was gone, we could‒”

“The stigma is still there. We’ll still be targeted and I don’t want that for you, for either of us.”

“Fuck them!”

“That’s not how this works,” Alex said calmly, “These are people we have to fight beside, you can’t make them hate who you are and you can’t not care what they think.”

“I love you,” Jay said desperately, trying to get him to understand how much he didn’t care about anything else. Alex felt his mouth go dry and his eyes widened. “Look, if it’s that bad, let’s leave when our contract is up. I wanna be with you more than I want to be some fucking war hero.” 

“I…” Alex said, clearing his throat as he took a step back, “I’m not leaving the Air Force. I’m not coming out. I’m sorry.”

“Are you serious, right now?” Jay demanded. The hurt was clear on his face and Alex felt so fucking bad. But it wasn’t an option. “So what was all that shit you told me, huh? Just stuff to keep me around so your dick had something better than your hand?”

Alex didn’t know what to say, so instead he said nothing. Jay shook his head and sniffled and suggested that he leave. So Alex left.

The Colonel ended up telling Jay that his sister, a strong willed woman slowly climbing the ranks in the army, had committed suicide. He left after his term was up.

Alex thought about him more than he would ever admit. 

.First Pride.

 “Do you think I look too gay?”

“I am going to destroy that thought process one day. One day.”

Alex rolled his eyes, but Forrest grinned over his shoulder and dragged his hands over his hips and it was hard to be annoyed. Forrest was kind and supportive and brought a side of Alex out that he thought had been long buried. It made him feel a little bit better, a little bit stronger. Something was still missing, but he wasn’t scared anymore.

“But to answer your question, no, you don’t look ‘too gay’. Whatever that means,” Forrest said, “Even if you did, we’re literally going to a pride party so it doesn’t matter.”

“I don’t want your friends to think I’m weird.”

“Alex, all of my friends are queer. All of them. You will be the only straight-passing one there.”

“Straight-passing? That’s a thing?”

“You have so much to learn.”

Alex rolled his eyes again, shaking his head. Forrest just pressed a kiss to his neck before putting his hands on his shoulders, trying to massage out the tension. Alex didn’t think it would work. He was nervous to be so… out there. Sure, he kissed Forrest in the Wild Pony, but that was different. He was high on adrenaline. This was real and prolonged.

This was going to a gay bar with a man on his arm.

He spent a lot of time trying to decipher what exactly out was for him. Was it screaming from the rooftops or was it just being comfortable in his skin? He still wasn’t quite sure. For right now, though, he could try screaming from the rooftops. Forrest seemed to like it and, well, it was better than hiding.

As they made their way towards Planet 7, Alex felt himself get even more anxious. He was so fucking terrified that he was going to do something wrong, that he was going to embarrass himself. He still was trying to comprehend the difference between being too gay and not gay enoguh, where he fit on that scale, if it mattered. 

Forrest said it didn’t matter, but then he would start talking about shit Alex had never even heard of and he suddenly felt like he was bad at being queer. There were so many words he didn’t know, so much he had to learn about not only being a gay man, but the other people who were LGBT+ and the history behind it. It was almost overwhelming. Fascinating, though.

“Hey,” Forrest said as he walked up to a table. It was four of Forrest’s friends, all having colorful hair and having pride-themed makeup. Alex tried not to feel so out of place or envious. He had a feeling that if he met people like this back in high school, he would’ve become someone a lot different. It was hard being the only punk one in Roswell. 

“This must be the boyfriend,” one of Forrest’s friends said. Alex gave a smile and shrugged as Forrest led him to sit beside him at the table. “I’m Em, I use they/them pronouns.”

“I’m Casey, Em’s girlfriend, I use she/they.”

“Ryan, he/him.”

“And I’m Sophie and I use ‘em all.”

Alex hesitantly looked over Forrest for guidance. He just gave an encouraging smile and nodded towards them as if he didn’t feel out of place as it was. But he was willing to try.

“I’m Alex, I use he/him, I guess,” he said. He felt like he was back in basic, starting from scratch on how to interact with people. He didn’t wanna fuck up.

“I may have told them you needed a solid introduction of everyone,” Forrest laughed. Alex tried to laugh a little too and definitely did a lot better once he got some alcohol in his system.

For the next couple hours, Alex mainly listened to them talk, but he wasn’t bored. It was a nice change of pace. No aliens or government conspiracies. Instead, they spoke of politics and movies and books and people. They invited Alex to go with them the next weeked when they planned to give supplies to homeless people (something they did regularly) and tend to the community garden they’d started to supply people who needed it with free food. They didn’t seem to mind that he was learning the proper language or the way to act, they welcomed him with open arms because he was trying to learn. It made it so much easier to relax.

But then Isobel and Michael walked in.

They didn’t approach him, but they waved and he waved back. After a few too many minutes of wondering how the hell Isobel got Michael here, Alex offered to go buy the next round of drinks. He went to stand by them as he did so.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Isobel teased. Alex gave her a warm smile and then did the same to Michael. He looked a little tired, but he was able to smile back easily. 

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing,” Alex said before ordering the drinks, “Shocked you got Guerin all the way out here.”

“I’m trying something new,” Michael said. Alex nodded.

“I feel that. So am I.”

“How does it feel to be out? I’m loving it,” Isobel said. Alex snorted.

“I know you are,” he said, “But it looks good on you, all the confidence and ‘fuck you’ attitude. Suits you.”

“Speaking of, I’m going to go work on getting laid,” Isobel sighed happily, turning on her seat and heading to where people were congregating and celebrating most. And then there were two. 

“What about you?” Michael asked.

“Hmm?”

“You said all the being out looks good on Isobel. What about yourself?” Michael said, staring at him like he really wanted an answer. Alex licked his lips and thought about it, looking over to where Forrest and his friends were laughing.

“I don’t think I know yet,” Alex admitted, “I’m still trying to figure out what that even means to me, you know? Like Isobel and Forrest, they like that it’s known from the moment someone sees them. And it’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just…”

“Invasive,” Michael noted. Alex nodded.

“Yeah. But it’s better than hiding, so I think it’s good for me.”

“I’m happy for you,” Michael told him and he sounded sincere even as he sipped his virgin daiquiri. Alex smiled.

“Thank you.”

Alex took the drinks back to the table and fit himself back into the conversation. Another couple hours went by before it was nearing its way towards midnight and they decided it was time to go home. They said their goodbyes and nice-to-meet-yous before going their separate ways.

“You were uncomfortable.”

“Huh?”

Alex turned to Forrest who had happily agreed to stay sober to drive while Alex drank to release the tension. The night sky was full of stars and the moon was full and Forrest was smiling, but it didn’t make sense with his words.

“Tonight. Being there made you uncomfortable. Was it the crowd? The rainbows? Just overwhelming in general? Talk to me,” Forrest pressed. Alex licked his lips and shifted in his seat.

“I-I think I’m more of a private person, I guess,” he tried, hoping his words didn’t come off as offensive, “It’s nice being out and proud, but… I guess I still don’t feel like me.”

“You know there’s a middle ground, right?” Forrest said. Alex gave him his full attention, eager to hear about what that might look like. “It’s your business, Alex. Not showing it always doesn’t mean you’re hiding.”

“I guess.”

“Some people that’s who they are, you know? It’s not a bad thing, it’s just who they are, it’s who I am. Our personalities are loud and that part of us shines through. You don’t have to force yourself to be bigger than you are to be queer enough. As long as you feel like yourself then it doesn’t fucking matter,” Forrest said. Alex gave him a confused smile.

“But I thought you said‒”

“Well, maybe I was wrong,” Forrest admitted. Alex relaxed more than he had in awhile. “That was before I got to know you and your past and before I understood that being private didn’t mean you were ashamed. I don’t want you forcing yourself to be someone you’re not for me. You can be Alex Manes, war hero who happens to be gay. You don’t have to be Alex Manes, gay war hero.”

Alex closed his eyes and smiled to himself, feeling better than he had in a long time.

Maybe he could just be him.

.Forever.

“Holy fuck, what did you take?”

“Um, antidepressants?”

A shocked laugh bubbled out of Michael and Alex smiled in response, propping his head up on his hand as he stared at the man he was going to spend his life with. He was all laid out after what honestly could’ve been two hours of fucking outside‒Alex wasn’t sure, he wasn’t really focused on the clock‒and he was in a blissful, sweaty daze. It was one of Alex’s many favorite sights.

After about a year of living in town together and talking about what they wanted to do, the two of them made the unanimous decision to fully renovate Jim Valenti’s hunting cabin and make that their permanent residence. Sure, the drive was a pain, but everything else made it worth it. They had all the privacy in the world to do things like fuck on the daybed Isobel insisted putting on their back porch the minute they mentioned building a pool.

“Aren’t antidepressants supposed to make you less sexually active or something?” Michael asked, slowly regaining his strength and using it to reach for Alex.

“I mean, it’s a common side effect, but I’ve only had that problem a couple times,” Alex admitted, sinking back into the daybed to press a kiss to his sweaty chest. Michael wrapped his arms around him and Alex found himself smiling even wider.

If someone had told him five years ago that he would be happily engaged to Michael Guerin, he would’ve laughed. He never saw himself being in a place where he felt comfortable enough to be in a loving, committed, serious relationship. Every other time, it was so easy to hide‒whether that be hiding in himself or from himself. Michael was the only one who seemed to be on the same wavelength.

It just took him awhile to get there.

“God, I fucking love you,” Michael groaned, squeezing him so tight that Alex couldn’t help but smile so wide it hurt his cheeks. He accepted the kisses that doused his face. 

“I love you too.”

Alex tilted his head up to meet him in a kiss, one leading to another until they were slipping into a lazy makeout session. They would eventually have to get up, clean off, get dress, act like useful members of society, but wasn’t it so much fun to do nothing but enjoy each other?

They were over 30. They’d wasted their 20s being confused and lost and sad and now they were grown ass men and they’d both refused to waste their lives being so miserable. A little bit of therapy and self-inspection had made it clear they just needed to work a bit harder to make that possible. Apparently, they had very similar hangups.

So they adjusted to make things work. Michael assured Alex that he was enough all the time, doting on him in a way that Alex craved and needed so he wouldn’t second guess himself. Alex made sure to always keep Michael in the loop even if it felt stupid, a small but difficult change to make sure Michael never felt like he was going to be left behind. They always let each other know where they were, who they were with, what they were doing. It wasn’t about control, it was about comfort. They’d gone too many years not knowing. It was so much easier to know.

“I was thinkin’ about our wedding,” Michael whispered, breaking the endless string of kisses. Alex smiled at the word. He never in a million year saw himself getting married. But, damn, might as well. “What if we did it in that big church in the middle of Roswell?”

“You wanna get married in a church?” Alex laughed. Michael ran his hand over his chest.

“I mean, not really, but I think it’d be super fucking funny. Besides, wouldn’t that make us the first queer couple to get married inside Roswell lines? That’d be fuckin’ hilarious.”

“Oh, you want our wedding to be funny?”

“I mean, yeah,” Michael admitted. Alex laughed softly and shook his head. “I know you don’t like big stuff like that, but c’mon. We could laugh about it with our grandchildren.”

Alex smiled even bigger and pushed himself up to give him another kiss. Wedding, grandchildren, fiance. He got to use those words all for himself. Wasn’t that wild?

“Okay, let’s do it. Our wedding pictures can have us flipping off everyone.”

“See?” Michael said, “You get it.”

A few more kisses later, they eventually decided to be grownups and they pulled themselves to their feet to go inside and clean up, make dinner, take care of themselves. Everything felt so easy. Sure, bad days came still and arguments still happened, but Alex was happy.

It turns out, while his goal had always been to just be able to relax, the real happy ending was freedom.

And, with Michael, he was free.

[cherry-nachimbong]

green bracelet~lee felix

a/n: this is my first time writing and actually posting so i’m v nervous ;-; i might post more if you guys like it though :)) this is loosely based off of my own experiences at the fun-o-rama on short sands, those were some good times bro

‘Game Over’, the screen read. you pouted and dug into your pocket for another quarter. Pac-Man had to be your favorite game at the arcade, even if you sucked at it. even after three years of coming to this beach and playing at the arcade on the boardwalk, you somehow couldn’t find a game you were any better at than when you were eight.

no change in that pocket. try the other one? nope. sigh again. you turned away from the game, but you felt a tap on your shoulder and spun back around.

the boy who tapped you looked about your age, which was around eleven at the time. he wore swim trunks and a rash guard like most of the kids at the beach and a faint pink sunburn shadowed his freckled cheeks.

“here,” he said, holding out a few quarters in his outstretched hand. “i have extra,”

you hesitated, because STRANGER DANGER OBVIOUSLY.

he seemed pretty non-threatening though. very cute and small.

“are you sure?” you said, tentatively reaching out.

“yup! you don’t have to stop playing just yet,” the boy grinned at you. his smile was warm, and reached right up to his eyes.

you let him drop the change into your hand with a clink and watched him go back to the Street Fighter game right next to your Pac-Man. you were able to make it through a few more minutes before the Game Over screen flashed at you in purple, and you were out of quarters again. looking over, you noticed the boy was still playing his game. you watched, and he seemed pretty good but got knocked out soon after you.

“you did good!” you said, as he collected the tickets from the machine. “thank you,” he smiled, “by the way, what’s your name?”

“y/n, what’s yours?”

“i’m felix, let’s be friends,” felix told you. you grinned. “okay,”

noticing that you each had a similar amount of tickets, you decided to pool them so you could at least get some prizes.

which ended up being a popsicle for each of you, a handful of Tootsie Rolls and a two cheap green friendship bracelets. outside on the edge of the boardwalk, you sat side by side, talking and watching people walk by getting their food stolen by seagulls. you sucked absentmindedly on the popsicle, twisting the green bracelet around your wrist and swinging your legs over the edge. beside you, felix had already finished his popsicle and was reading you the joke on the wooden stick. he too, wore the matching bracelet but on the opposite hand from yours. the sea breeze blew through his dark brown hair and made him scrunch up his nose. you smiled and looked away, this new friend was much too adorable for you to handle.

“what do you call a sleeping cow?”

“i don’t know,” you said.

“a bull-dozer,” felix said, trying not to laugh at the dumb joke.

you rolled your eyes, grinning. “that’s bull-crap, i bet mine’s better,” you told him.

“what is it then?”

“let me finish it first!!”

“okay, okay! don’t yell at me,” felix pouted. you made a face at him, and both of you burst out laughing.

just then, you saw two girls walking towards you, who felix waved at.

“lix, where have you been? mum says she wants you back at our spot to check in,” the taller of the two said. they were probably his sisters, or something like that.

“okay,” felix said. he turned back to you. “do you want to come back here when i’m done and i can bring my boogie board?”

“yeah, i’ll bring mine too!” you said, and waved as you each started walking in different directions.

after checking in with your own parents, you grabbed your board and skipped back to the boardwalk, in front of the arcade where the pair of you had sat before . felix wasn’t there yet, so you thought he was probably still just walking back from his family’s spot. you waited, swinging your legs over the edge and finishing the popsicle.

‘how did the telephone propose to his girlfriend? he gave her a ring,’ it read, and you rolled your eyes again. too cheesy. you waited about ten more minutes, but felix never showed up. he probably had to go home, you thought sadly. you twisted the bracelet around your wrist again. maybe you’ll see him another day you visit the beach, and you could tell him the joke.

you didn’t. at least not that summer. and not for several more. about six years had passed since you met the boy, and you had pretty much forgotten about him except for the cheap green bracelet you still wore on your wrist every time you went to that beach.

you were working shifts at the ice cream shop on the boardwalk of that same beach you had been going to since you were small. it was minimum wage, but you were broke, needed a summer job and the ice cream was tasty.

“how can i help you today?” you stepped up to the cash register, where a dark haired boy was waiting-the only customer in line during one of the quieter times.

“a strawberry cone with rainbow sprinkles, please,” he said, and handed you a five-dollar bill. you handed the boy back his change and went to scoop the ice cream. since your back was turned, you didn’t see the small smile on the boy’s face after you gave him the change. he couldn’t help but notice the old and faded bracelet tied around your wrist-almost identical to the one on his own, and the passing of quarters gave him a strange sense of deja vu.

you turned back around and handed the boy his ice cream with a smile. “have a nice day,” you said, but he didn’t leave quite yet.

“excuse me, but your name wouldn’t happen to be y/n, right?” he asked, to your confusion.

“who’s asking?” you raised an eyebrow.

“felix,” he said. your eyes widened when he held up his wrist that had an old , worn out green bracelet on it.

“you’re kidding,” you looked closely at his face, recognizing the boy you had made friends with so long ago. “you’re joking! i didn’t even realize it was you at first!”

“well, it has been a couple years,” felix laughed. man, his voice had gotten deep. but, you noticed his smile was the same you vaguely remembered from the old memory, and so the same were the freckles splayed across his nose that you hadn’t noticed earlier.

you couldn’t keep your own smile from spreading across your face. it might sound stupid, because kids do that sort of thing-meet, play for a few hours, and never see each other again-all the time, but you had always worn the cheap green bracelet in hopes you might see your friend again.

“this is starting to feel like a soulmate au,” you joked, and felix laughed again. you wished you could hear that laugh all the time. six years really makes you realize how much you can miss the simple sound of someone laughing.

“well then,” felix said, “if i remember correctly, you never ended up telling me your popsicle joke, so the first order of business would be for me to get your number so you can tell me on, like, a date or something,” he finished, with a shy smile.

are you BLUSHING

DID HE JUST ASK YOU OUT

OMG Y/N THIS IS TOO CUTE I CANT

SORRY I HAD TO DO A FOURTH WALL BREAK

you smiled at him again, praying that the summer heat might hide your peach-tinged cheeks.

silly y/n, the ice-cream shop has ac

“and if i remember correctly, you never ended up going boogie boarding with me, so i guess we gotta go out on a date or something.” you told felix, shrugging, and his grin grew wider.

HOW IS HE ALLOWED TO BE THAT CUTE WHEN HE SMILES AAAAA

BREAKING NEWS: Y/N L/N FOUND DEAD OF ADORABLENESS BY CHILDHOOD CRUSH

“alright then, maybe at the arcade? bring enough quarters this time,” felix told you, and you laughed.

“where’s the romance in that? maybe i’ll forget my money so you’ll have to pay for me again, and we can relive the special moment” you said.

“okay, okay, sucker. you win,” felix chuckled, pulling out his phone.

you each saved your contact info into the other’s phone, both not realizing yet that the other put a green heart next to their name that matched the old bracelets. 💚

[idnek83]

Aid - Chapter 3/13

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Soda Kazuichi/Tanaka Gundham

Tags: Alternate Universe - Island Mode, No Game Spoilers, Masturbation,  Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Grinding, Wet Dreams, Anal Fingering,  Friends With Benefits,  Getting Together, Internalized Homophobia, Anal Sex

Summary: Everyone is hot and half naked because of their beach vacation. Soda is horny and tries to do something about it. Gundham tries to help and does. It all gets a little out of hand.

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

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This Chapter: Soda never claimed to be smart, sometimes he makes mistakes and hurts people without even knowing. Soda realizes he might not have his priorities in order.

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Soda definitely had a lot of thinking to do, but he wasn’t gonna do any of it till really he had to.

With Jum-P safely back in his lair, it seemed like it was probably a good time to wrap up this field trip into hamster land.

“Wanna go hang out somewhere else, man? I mean, if I disturb the Devas for too long I’ll probably get cursed or something, right?” Soda smiled at Gundham across the room.

“You need not fear the wrath of my Devas, my companion, so long as you do not betray me, they will not harm you.” Gundham was smiling too. “A change of location may be amiable, however.”

“Sweet.” Soda turned and opened the door, he didn’t really know where they should go, but he figured they were bound to run into some of their classmates doing something interesting soon enough. No real point in making plans if your weird friends are just gonna ruin them anyway right?

Soda and Gundham hadn’t even made it past the cabins when they spotted several of their classmates chatting animatedly.

Akane waved them over “Yo, you guy wanna come to the beach? The one by the diner? We’re gonna find out who’s the best swimmer. Teruteru even said he’d be sure to give the winner some thick, juicy meat.”

“I’ll be sure to give it to you till you can’t take it anymore.” Teruteru laughed in a way he probably thought was charming.

Soda cringed at the obvious metaphor. He wasn’t really an amazing swimmer and racing kinda sounded like a hassle anyways…

Then Sonia, beautiful, perfect Sonia, stepped up, arm on her bicep “I will show you all my power! I will be the winner of the meat and you will all be made to admit defeat!”

Soda fucking loved swimming and racing sounded like a god damn amazing idea.

“Y-yeah! Of course we’ll come! I’ll show you I’m no pushover Miss Sonia!”

“I look forward to competing with you, Gundham!” Sonia said, ignoring Soda and flipping her long, gorgeous hair over her shoulder before walking away, followed by the others.

“Damnit, whys she always gotta ignore me like that.” Soda kind of wanted to cry, but he’d just have to prove to Sonia that he was serious in the race. And really, even if he didn’t, at least he’d get to see Sonia in a swimsuit. Hell yeah.

“Come on Gundham! Let’s grab our trunks and head to the beach!” Soda turned to Gundham with visible enthusiasm. Gundham didn’t seem to feel nearly as excited.

“Ah, I… will have to leave this battle to you, my companion. As the Supreme Overlord of Ice, I have made a nemesis of the many sea gods. Were I to enter their domain, it would surely result in catastrophe for all involved.” Gundham was looking away, he must not really like the ocean.

“Huh? So you’re not coming?” Gundham didn’t respond “Ok, man, whatever. I’ll catch you later then.” Soda turned and ran to his cabin.

Sure, he felt a little bad about leaving Gundham alone, but it wasn’t like he was excluding him or something. He had been invited, he was just choosing not to go, so it’s his fault if he ends up feeling left out, right? Anyways, this meant Gundham wouldn’t be there to distract Sonia from him, so Soda’d definitely get her attention now!

He changed into his swim trunks and ran back outside, not wanting to get left behind. He vaguely noted that Gundham had already left, maybe he went back to check on his hamsters again? Whatever, Sonia here he comes!

It had been a while since he had really thought about her properly, the whole… thing with Gundham had been taking up most of the space in his brain recently. But now he was focused again, picturing what the beautiful princess would look like in her swimsuit. Would she wear a bikini? His mouth was watering at the thought of all that beautiful, smooth skin being on display. Her delicate arms and long, slender legs, her supple chest and wide hips… that pale stomach and those rippling abs, so well defined through pale, pale skin, and that deep V created by hip bones, leading down to that thick, hard-

Fuck. That wasn’t Sonia anymore. Shit.

Soda shook his head and wished that Gundham would kindly get the fuck out of his Sonia fantasy with his stupid sexy body, and handsome face, and big, warm hands, and those sad eyes as Soda had walked away-

Nope. Not the time for this. He wasn’t going feel bad about Gundham choosing not to hang out with the rest of them, and he was going to think about how sexy Sonia was, god damnit! Sonia! You hear that you stupid traitor of a brain? Sonia!

Sonia in a little, skimpy bikini that barely covered her beautiful body and soft curves. Curves so unlike those on Gundham’s muscular body, curves that would be smooth and supple against his palms, rather than taught and firm. The contrast would probably drive him crazy; soft yielding flesh in front of him and a hard, muscular body behind him-

Ok, hot, but still not what he was going for.

Whatever, he could see the beach just ahead, so it was probably time to get his head out of the clouds anyways.

As he approached the beach, he saw Sonia look up at him with a smile, and he felt so happy that he hardly even cared when it changed to a look of confusion and disappointment a moment later.

“Where is Gundham? I thought he would be with you?”

“Oh, he s-said something about not liking the sea gods? Don’t worry Miss Sonia, I’ll make sure this race is so fun you don’t even notice he’s gone!” Gundham couldn’t actually cock block him when he wasn’t even here right?

Sonia still looked disappointed. Soda heard a loud click.

“That’s too bad, I was hoping to get some good shots of everyone.” Mahiru lowered her camera and approached them. “Well hopefully he’ll come by later, I was mostly hoping to get a some shots in front of the sunset anyways.”

It didn’t occur to Soda until that very moment that Mahiru would be taking pictures of the event. Pictures where everyone would be half naked, and possibly soaking wet… Mahiru was quickly becoming one of Soda’s favourite people.

Speaking of being half naked…

“Where are your guys’ swimsuits? I thought we were gonna race in the ocean?” Looking around, all of the girls were still in their regular clothes.

“Disappointed, pervert?” Hiyoko laughed.

“N-no! I was just, uh. Akane said we we’re gonna swim, so-” Soda did his best not to sound like the disappointed pervert he definitely was.

“We weren’t sure how long everyone would take, so we decided we'd get changed in the beach house.” Chiaki had appeared from somewhere. “But if Gundham isn’t coming, then I guess this is everyone. We should probably get changed then.”

The girls headed towards the beach house, and Soda’s eyes widened. They were gonna be changing so close by, in a house with a big ass window. His face reddened and he looked to Hajime, standing just a bit further down the beach. Surely his soul friend would understand what an amazing opportunity this was.

“Hajime-“

“No.” Hajime sounded firm, but he was blushing. He was definitely thinking the same thing Soda was.

“C’mon man. This is like, a once in a lifetime opportunity. All of the girls are getting changed! Right there! Right on the other side of that huge window. We gotta peek! It’s like, out duty as men!” Soda could see Hajime’s resolve slowly crumbling. “Just a quick peek dude, no one has to know.”

“I guess if it’s just quickly…” Hell yeah, hell yeah, HELL YEAH!

“Yo, what are you two whispering about? Gonna cheat in the race?” Soda and Hajime jumped as Akane approached. She was practically bursting out of her little blue and white bikini, and Soda was having a really hard time not starring.

“N-nothin, don’t worry about it.” Soda laughed nervously “I uh, thought all the girls were inside… how’d you get changed so fast?”

“Huh? I just wore by suit under my clothes. Why? Were you hopping to get a peek or somethin’?”

“N-no!” Soda shouted, in a totally calm and not at all suspicious way.

“Ha, I don’t mind givin’ you a peek, but it’s gonna cost ya.” Soda couldn’t tell if she was teasing him or actually serious. Hajime just shook his head and walked away.

“H-hey! Hajime! Wait up.” Soda had no idea how to handle Akane, he definitely didn’t want to get stuck alone with her, sexy swimsuit or not. Well, maybe he wouldn’t mind being like, alone alone with her, but maybe not right this second.

A few minutes later the girls emerged, some in bikinis, but most, including Sonia, in school issued one-piece swimsuits. Soda would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little disappointed, but at least she wasn’t wearing a full scuba suit or something weird like that. Still plenty of beautiful, perfect skin on display.

He should probably compliment her, right? Girls loved being told they looked good in swimsuits, right?

“Miss Sonia, you-“

“Let us get started with the competition!” Sonia either didn’t hear him or didn’t care, cutting him off before he could finish and heading towards the water. Hajime gave Soda a sympathetic pat on the back before following her.

Sonia and Akane scouted out good start and end points for the race, and Mahiru volunteered to be the judge, ready to take pictures in case of a photo finish. Soda knew he couldn’t actually win the race, but he was gonna do his best in hopes of impressing Sonia and finally getting her to acknowledge him.

Soda was right not to think he could win, the second Mahiru said go, Akane was swimming off at dizzying speeds, no doubt spurred on by Teruteru’s promise of food for the winner. Still, Soda did his best and ended up finishing just behind Hajime. He wasn’t sure what place he finished in, but he felt like he made pretty good time, so probably at least like top 5 right?

He was 7th. Sonia had placed 3rd, after Akane and Peko, which meant she had finished before him and probably hadn’t even spared the time to see how hard he was trying. He tried to congratulate her on doing so well, but just got blown off again.

He felt pretty shitty. He wondered what Gundham was up to.

He spared a glance to the shore to see if the breeder had changed his mind and shown up at the beach while he had been focused on the race. No sign of him. Soda felt even shittier.

He was suddenly splashed in the face with water.

“Hey cheer up Soda, I think you did pretty well honestly.” Hajime, dear, sweet Hajime.

“You’re only saying that cus I nearly beat you. If I sucked it’d mean you sucked too.” He splashed Hajime back, already feeling a little better.

“Just take the compliment.” Hajime laughed and splashed more water at Soda. It was on, if Hajime wanted a splash fight, Soda was gonna give it to him.

The splash fight devolved into an all-out splash war as the others joined in, laughing and threatening to kill each other in the same breaths. Maybe Sonia still wasn’t paying attention to Soda, but he was at least having fun now.

The splash war died down and devolved into a handstand contest, which became a breath holding contest, which became several rounds of chicken. Soda lost track of time and didn’t even notice that the sun was setting and he was starving until Akane stopped what she was doing, sniffed, and made a beeline towards the shore shouting something about food.

Teruteru must have snuck off at some point, because when Soda looked back at the beach, he saw him standing behind a grill, piling delicious looking food onto a table that must have been folded up somewhere in the beach house storage room.

Soda felt a bit embarrassed thinking about the storage room, but he was too hungry to worry about it and headed for shore along with the rest of his classmates. Whatever Teruteru was cooking smelled amazing, and Soda was drooling by the time he made it to where the table was set up outside the beach house.

Teruteru seemed to be setting up the table buffet style, with plates stacked at one end and various dishes lined up along it. It didn’t seem like he was done cooking yet, but Akane was already digging in. Soda grabbed a plate a filled it with a bit of everything, there weren’t any chairs set up, but Soda figured he could just find somewhere for him and Gundham-

His stomach dropped. Gundham wasn’t here and Soda had ditched him to hang out around a girl who probably wouldn’t even care if he dropped dead in front of her. God he was a shitty friend, or companion, or… whatever he was to Gundham.

Well fuck that, time to stop being shitty. Soda piled some more food onto his plate and moved to leave the beach.

“Soda? Where are you going?” Hajime called after him.

“Oh uh, I just thought I’d go find Gundham. Bring him something to eat, y’know?”

“You are going to find Gundham?” Sonia looked at him for what was probably only the second time that day. “Allow me to accompany you then.”

Usually, Soda would be ecstatic at the opportunity to spend time alone with Sonia, even if it was just for the short walk to their cabins, but he wasn’t really feeling it right now. Maybe it was because he felt guilty about ditching Gundham and didn’t want an audience for his apology, or maybe he was just hurt by the fact that Sonia had ignored him all day and was obviously just using him to get to Gundham now. Either way, he knew he didn’t want her to come.

“Nah, I’m good. You just stay here Sonia.” Soda wasn’t sure if he was imagining the shocked looks on his friends faces as he turned around to leave again. Were they really so shocked that he showed a little backbone?

Yeah, of course they were. Soda knew he was a huge pushover, especially when it came to Sonia.

“Hold up.” Jesus what now. “Can’t having you letting my food get cold while you find tall, dark, and handsome. Give me that.” With a completely unnecessary flourish, Teruteru grabbed the plate Soda was holding and transferred the food into a shallow bowl with a lid. “There, make sure to tell Gundham he’s welcome to come see me if that doesn’t satisfy him.” Teruteru laughed and winked while combing back his stupid hair.

Soda took the food and left before anyone else could stop him.

What the fuck had he just done. Soda just kept on making mistakes.

Why did he turn down Sonia like that? She probably hated him for being so rude now. Well, maybe being hated by her was actually a little better than just being nothing. At least now she might spare a thought for him every now and then, even if it was just about how much she hated him, being on her mind was still sort of a win, right?

God he was pathetic.

Fuck it, Sonia had probably already forgotten he existed again. She was probably thinking about Gundham now. Well jokes on her, she could think of him all she wanted but Soda was the one who had sucked his dick, so there.

Sonia hadn’t sucked Gundham’s dick before, right? Right? Had she? Why the fuck did that thought make him so mad? Was he actually jealous? And which one of them was he jealous of? Fuck.

Soda breathed deeply and debated just taking all the food back to his cabin and pigging out until he felt less shitty. He was basically already there anyways.

He spared a glance to the end of the row of cabins and noticed Gundham’s lights were off. Was he sleeping? The sun had just barely set, but Gundham had been up all-night taking care of Jum-P so…

Soda sighed and went to take a look. At least if Gundham was asleep he would have an excuse to eat all the food by himself. He was just checking to give himself a good alibi, he really didn't care if Gundham was sleeping, and he definitely wasn't hoping he was awake so they could... talk.

He peeked in the window as he walked up, but he couldn’t really see anything. He should probably knock right? Maybe Gundham just liked sitting in the dark sometimes? Soda could easily imagine Gundham sitting alone in a dark room and calling it a ritual or something.

He knocked on the door lightly. “Uh, Gundham? I brought food?”

No response.

“And I’m um, I’m sorry for ditching you earlier, that was... pretty lame of me.”

Nothing.

“Gundham?” He knocked again, louder. Still no response.

Was he just a really deep sleeper? Or was he not in his room? Or was he actually just super pissed at Soda for ditching him, and now he was ignoring him just like Sonia? The thought kind of made him want to cry.

Fuck it, he wasn’t gonna just let Gundham ignore him.

“C’mon man! I said I’m sorry already! Let me make it up to you! You can eat my share of Teru’s food if ya want! Or,” Soda blushed “I-I could y’know, ‘aid’ you again if you want…”

“Aid him? Now what could you possibly be helping the ultimate breeder with I wonder.” Soda jumped at the sound of Nagito’s voice.

“Dude! Where the fuck did you come from?” Soda prayed he wouldn’t push him on what he had meant by aiding Gundham.

“Hmm? I just walked the same way you did. I thought Hajime looked a little cold and thought the least a worthless piece of trash like me could do is get him a sweater.” He smiled that creepy smile of his. “Oh, and lucky you, I happened to see Gundham on my way here. He was headed towards that little beach by the airport.”

“What? Why was he going there.”

“Ah, I didn’t ask. I’m sorry, I really am useless, aren’t I?”

“W-whatever dude.” Soda really hated talking to Nagito on his own, something was just off about him. He gave him a half wave and walked back the way he had come at a totally normal, not at all fast pace.

It was time to apologize for real, he really didn’t want to lose… whatever it was he had with Gundham.

Whatever it was that was making his heart feel so damn heavy.

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