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pt 5 | Not Even at All

jinx/powder x female reader — 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬⠀𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

summary: vi is off limits until her sister gets a date that doesn't end within the first ten minutes. eager to date vi, a certain girl approaches you with a proposal. date jinx. win her over. and for your efforts, she's willing to be generous. (10 Things I Hate About You AU) warnings/themes: fluff and slight angst, enemies to finally lovers yey, highschool, modern au, kat!jinx, patrick!reader words: 5.5k notes: i burn, i pine, i perish! it's finally the last part hehe — ✩ part one, part two, part three, part four, part five

Jinx glares at the blank sheet of notebook paper in front of her. Sitting at her desk in her room, she grips her pen tighter and tighter. It's a miracle it doesn't snap.

Just write it. Just get the assignment over with. Do the damn assignment, she mentally tells herself, but her mind won't let her focus.

She's thinking about you.

And nothing else.

You.

How long has she been sitting here? An hour? Two hours?

She glances at her phone. And then the paper again. Back and forth. Groaning, she slumps back in her chair, dropping the pen onto the desk.

The stupid assignment can wait. All the noise in her mind can't be quieted.

She grabs her phone off her desk, checking the notifications. Nothing.

You haven't called her today. Or yesterday. Or the day before. Nothing for days.

But why?

She doesn't care.

She doesn't. Why should she? You did what you did, and that was that.

Jinx's head is spinning with thoughts. Anger, confusion, hurt, frustration. She's angry.

She's angry at herself for falling for your stupid words.

She's angry at herself for believing the stupid lies you told her.

She's angry at you for everything. For making a fool out of her, for lying to her face.

What an idiot.

She is such an idiot. Trusting you, caring for you, even liking you. You of all people.

You were just like all the others, but this time it hurts more.

It hurts a lot more.

Maybe if she never trusted you. Maybe if she'd just been more careful, listened to her gut more, then she wouldn't be in this whole mess.

She wouldn't be so mad.

And frustrated.

And angry.

Maybe she wouldn't be sitting in her room staring at her phone hoping to see one notification from you. Maybe she wouldn't feel like her heart was stabbed.

Jinx's fingers itch.

She wants to call you. To tell you off, to scream at you, to curse at you.

But what good will that do?

None, of course.

She's just wasting her time.

A knock at her door interrupts Jinx's thoughts. “Jinx?” she hears, recognizing her sister's voice. “Can I come in?”

Jinx huffs, spinning to look at the door. “Yeah, come in,” she mutters, turning back to her paper. She feels the door open, the floor creaking with each of Vi's footsteps.

Vi has a warm smile on her face and a steaming cup of coffee in one hand. “Want one?” she asks, holding out the mug.

Despite everything that's happened lately, Jinx manages a smile, but it doesn't reach her eyes. “Thanks,” she says, taking the mug in her hands.

“No problem.” Vi takes a seat on Jinx's bed. “How's prom?”

Jinx grimaces, taking a sip of the coffee. It's still hot, but at least it's good. “It's fine.”

“Just fine?”

”Yeah.” Jinx shrugs, setting the mug down on her desk. “Fine.”

Vi furrows her brow at Jinx's response.

Jinx gets up from her desk and plops onto the bed beside her sister.

“I know what happened.”

Jinx stiffens at her words. She doesn't look at her sister, refusing to meet her eyes as she picks at a loose thread on her bedsheet.

“I know something upset you,” Vi continues. “You think I don't know you? you're my little sister. I can tell when something's up.”

This isn't what Jinx wants to talk about right now. Everything is still too fresh. “I don't want to talk about it.”

Vi places a hand on her back, rubbing small circles. Not saying anything, Vi waits patiently.

“You're annoyingly good at getting me to talk,” Jinx mutters.

“It's my sisterly intuition.”

Jinx rolls her eyes, then looks up at the ceiling. This is Vi. Her sister. Jinx feels comfortable with Vi. Her sister's done so much for her.

She knows she should tell her what happened eventually. Sooner rather than later, but she just can't deal with it right now. Not yet.

“Is it about that girl?” Vi asks.

…

The silence in the room is answer enough.

“Ah, I see.”

Jinx sighs. “It's…” There are a million words that flash through her brain. Stupid. Idiotic. Infuriating. “Complicated.”

“I thought you two were doing good. What happened?”

Jinx hesitates. How can she explain what just happened? How can she put into words the hurt, the anger, the betrayal she's feeling?

She looks down at her hands, toying with her fingers. “I thought we were too. Things were going well. I really thought, sis. I really thought-” Her voice cracks, and she immediately stops. “...it hurts, Vi.”

Vi's eyes soften. “Oh, Pow.” She wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. “Hey, hey, it's okay. It's alright.”

It's not alright. It's not alright at all.

She wants to cry. Scream. Hit something. Anything to make this feeling go away.

But all she can do is lean into her sister's embrace, feeling her sister's hand rubbing her arm. “Why does it hurt so much?”

“Well, it's because you really cared about this girl.”

Maybe she did. Maybe she cared too much.

Everything was going well. She felt happy.

But it was all fake.

“She was... she made me feel good,” Jinx says. “I—I thought she liked me, y'know? like, really.”

She really thought that. Despite everything in her mind telling her things couldn't possibly be true, that it was all a lie, a fantasy, she let her guard down, letting herself feel things she thought she'd never get to feel.

And it felt good. It felt great, actually.

Vi sighs. “Maybe. But I saw the way she looked at you. And that... wasn't fake.”

It was hard to miss the way you looked at Jinx. How you looked at Jinx during the drive when you couldn't keep your eyes off her in the rearview mirror. She's seen the way you look at her, how your eyes linger too long on Jinx's every move. And she's not dumb. She was also there during the party, and she saw how you looked after Jinx, how you cared for her.

Vi knows.

“Can I give some sisterly advice?”

And there it was. The advice. The sisterly wisdom. The “words of the wise” moment.

Normally, she'd roll her eyes. Normally, she'd make comments, tease her sister.

Instead, Jinx nods.

Vi continues. “You know I worry about you. You know I just want you to be happy, yeah?”

Jinx nods again. Vi has been there for her since they were kids. After everything Jinx has gone through, Vi's been her rock and her source of comfort.

“I know you really like this girl,” Vi says. “So I'm not going to tell you that everything happens for a reason and all that mumbo jumbo bullshit people say to make themselves feel good.”

Good. She doesn't want any of the positive bs. She hates those phrases people use to try to comfort someone.

“Instead, I'm going to tell you the truth. You're hurting over this. It's going to hurt for a while. Maybe a long while. You feel betrayed, angry, sad, and hopeless, and feeling those things is okay. You shouldn't feel guilty for having emotions. Let yourself feel every feeling. You're not just angry. You're not just sad. You're angry and sad and helpless, and-”

“And stupid,” Jinx interrupts.

“And stupid,” Vi adds. “But don't bottle it up. Talk about it. Vent. Scream. Cry. Scream at a pillow. Cry into that pillow. Let it all out.”

Jinx is quiet. She lets her sister's words sink into her head.

“It's not going to feel good. And at first, you're going to wonder why you're hurting so much, and how you could have been so stupid. But one day, you're going to wake up, and instead of hurting, you're just going to be angry and sad.” Vi gives her a squeeze on the shoulder, and she speaks slowly. “Over time, the anger and sadness will start to fade, and then, only when you least expect it, you're not going to feel any of it anymore. And you'll wonder when you stopped feeling it. It just happens one day… it just happens.”

Her sister's words only serve to further confirm what she already knows—she's going to hurt, she's going to feel like crap. But someday it won't matter anymore. Someday it'll just fade away. It would just happen.

But she refused to hope.

Not this time.

You fooled her. You tricked her good enough.

And yet, the words her sister said made her feel lighter, like a little of the pain had lifted away.

—

Caitlyn looks around, looking for a specific bright blue-haired and then-

“Jinx.”

Jinx pauses in the courtyard, slowly turning around to look at Caitlyn. She glances at her before looking away and adjusting her backpack.

“Can we talk?”

Jinx says nothing, instead keeping her gaze on the side.

Caitlyn continues anyway. “I know it looks bad-”

“You think?” Jinx snaps. “You think it looks bad?”

“I didn't mean for you to get hurt.”

“Oh, you didn't mean to, did you?” Jinx steps forward. “You just thought you could throw money at someone and have your way like you always do. You thought nobody would get hurt.”

“I know… I messed up, and I'm sorry,” Caitlyn replies. “But I only did what I did because I care about Vi, and I wanted to-”

Jinx scoffs, dropping her backpack. “You wanted what?” she sneers. “Was it your plan to send me straight to the damn therapist?”

“Wh-No!” she stammers. “No! Nothing like that. I-” Caitlyn stops. The courtyard is eerily silent. She looks around, noticing how many people are watching.

Jinx could hear them whispering. Whispers of “oh my god” and “what's happening?” and “is that really Caitlyn?” and more.

“Caitlyn, what are you doing here? …and Jinx?”

They pause at the familiar voice. Caitlyn and Jinx turn their heads to the voice that interrupted them... Cassandra Kiramman.

Mrs. Kiramman makes her way over to the girls, looking at the crowd of eyes around them before ushering them inside.

“Office. Now.”

The two girls have no choice but to oblige.

—

Mrs. Kiramman folds her hands on her desk and looks at the two girls in front of her. “I never thought you would do something like this, Caitlyn.”

“Yes, I did it! Okay?!” Caitlyn exclaims. “I'm the shitty person here. I just… wanted to date Vi, and I paid someone to take her on a date so I could get closer to Vi. And yes, that makes me the most horrible, evil person on the planet.” She turns to Jinx. “I really, really messed up. I shouldn't have done what I did to you. I'm sorry.”

“This is not a conversation I expected to have with you, Caitlyn.” Mrs. Kiramman shakes her head. “This is a serious case of... emotional manipulation, I would almost say. You should be old enough to know better.” Mrs. Kiramman's eyes turn from Caitlyn to Jinx. “Do you have a response to all of this?”

“Oh, yeah, sure. I guess, like...” Jinx's hand twitches. “Am I supposed to feel better now? or do I have time to, like, think about it?”

Mrs. Kiramman purses her lips together. “You should feel offended. And you should be upset.” She looks at Caitlyn. “And you should feel upset, too.”

Caitlyn nods. “I do feel upset,” she says. “I feel really awful. Incredibly, awfully awful.”

“You should,” Mrs. Kiramman replies. “Hopefully that means something to Jinx. But I want Jinx to say something.”

Jinx's looks at Mrs. Kiramman to Caitlyn, then to the floor. She scowls at the ground. “I am… upset,” she mutters. “I guess. I mean... yeah, I'm pissed.” She looks at Caitlyn. “I'm pissed.”

“Jinx-”

“NO! Don't try and talk me out of being mad or upset about being used. Because I am mad. I'm extremely pissed, actually.”

Mrs. Kiramman holds up a hand. “That's good,” she replies, stopping the two girls from snapping at each other. “It's good that you're mad. And you have every right to be, Jinx. Caitlyn has been... extremely selfish.”

“Mom…”

“Don't mom me,” Mrs. Kiramman replies sternly. “You know I'm right, and I'm not going to be soft on you. You were incredibly selfish, and you should never do this again to anyone else. Ever.”

Caitlyn winces but nods. “I... I won't.”

Mrs. Kiramman leans in on her desk. “Jinx?” She waits for Jinx to look at her before continuing her question. “Is there anything you'd like to say to Caitlyn?”

Jinx looks at Caitlyn. The other girl looks like a kicked puppy. Caitlyn at least looks guilty, though she feels like her guilty look only proves her manipulation.

She wants about a thousand things to say to Caitlyn. She wants to rip her head off and shove it up her ass. She wants to scream, to punch, and to kick until she's in tears. But for now, one sentence will do.

“Stay away from my sister.”

“What? No, I-”

“Stay. Away. From. My. Sister.”

Caitlyn sputters. “Jinx, listen-”

“You listen! You were willing to pull this bullshit on me. So if you seriously think I'm going to stand by and let you anywhere near Vi after this, you're out of your goddamn mind.”

“Jinx, please-”

“I'm going to tell you once and only once: Stay the hell away from my sister and stay the hell away from me.” Jinx stands up. “I don't know what sort of twisted fantasy you've cooked up in your head, but I'm sure as hell not going to be a part of it.”

Caitlyn looks stricken. “Are you serious?”

“Of course I'm serious!” Jinx snaps. “I'm not a piece in your stupid game of chess, and I'm damn sure not going to be something you play with just to get close to my sister. I don't know if you know this, but my sister means a lot to me. So if your goal was to get in my bad graces, congratulations. You've succeeded with flying colors.”

Caitlyn flinches and looks more stricken than before. But Jinx doesn't care about how bad she feels right now. This is Caitlyn's own damn fault. Caitlyn didn't think that there'd be any negative consequences from her actions. Jinx isn't going to make this easy on her.

—

You walk through the hallway, past students laughing and chatting with each other. Some talk amongst themselves, and you overhear snippets of conversation. But it's all just noise to you.

Nothing matters.

Without her, nothing matters.

You stop in front of your locker, but your eyes linger a few steps away.

Just down the hall is her locker.

It's the same as every other locker, painted white. The only things different are the crude doodles and the pink and blue stickers scattered across the metal door.

It's been a few days since the incident, a few days since she ran away, a few days since it all went wrong.

You haven't seen her since.

After what happened, after screwing things up so badly, you can't even bring yourself to say anything to her. You didn't call. You didn't send texts. You avoided places in the school you know she hangs out in. You didn't do anything.

You can't face her.

You can’t even think about facing her.

Because how could you?

How could you after what you did?

But that doesn't mean you don't think about her. You can't think about anything else.

You are not who I thought you were.

Those words.

They echo in your head.

Those words, over and over, and over.

You keep seeing her in your head. The look on her face, betrayed, heartbroken. You hear her voice, the way it cracked as she spoke. You remember the sting in her eyes that wasn't quite tears, but close enough.

You caused that.

You did that.

So many things replay in your head, and all end with the same conclusion. What you did sucks. It sucked, and it hurt Jinx. It hurt her, and it's not fair. Not one bit.

You open your locker, staring unseeing at the mess of books and notes inside.

But… you're just staring. You were supposed to take out a book for your first class, but you forgot which one you're supposed to grab. You forgot.

Or maybe your mind just can't think of anything that isn't her.

You can picture the way she looks when she laughs. You can hear her voice in your head, talking to you, asking or saying something, but not loud enough for you to make out what the exact words are.

You can just picture it, her smiling wide, showing teeth. A laugh breaking out on her face, and she laughs because of you. You were the one to make her laugh that way. Not because of a prank or some stupid joke. No, you actually made her laugh.

Sometimes you think you spot her in the distance, but it turns out to be someone else. Then something else reminds you of her. A song that plays from a speaker, some colorful drawings on the wall, blue hair amongst a sea of people.

But you're not ready to face her.

You don't know when you will be.

The bell suddenly rings, and you jump slightly.

Right.

Class. You have a class.

Shaking off the thoughts, you pull out the books you need from your locker and throw them in your bag. Slamming your locker door shut, you head down the hall.

You shove past other students in the hallway, not caring about how rough you are. People give you weird looks, maybe even whisper behind your back. But why should you care?

The only person that you should have cared about… hates you.

Hates you. That's the harsh truth of this, isn't it?

You reach your first class, sitting in your usual seat. You toss your bag onto the ground and lean your head on your hands.

Jinx is already here, but she doesn't look up.

You watch her out of the corner of your eye. She's leaning her head on one hand, the other one propping open a notebook. Her eyes and fingers are reading the page, but you doubt her mind is actually focused on the text. You doubt she's even reading it.

Mr. Salo enters, and he does a double take. He looks stunned to see you in class on time. “I assume everyone's had some time to finish up their poems.” He clears his throat. “Would anyone volunteer to read their poem aloud?”

No one responds.

Then-

A voice speaks up suddenly. “Um. I will.”

Your head snaps upwards. Jinx has her hand raised.

Mr. Salo looks surprised, but he recovers quickly. “That's… quite unexpected. I was sure I'd have to force someone to volunteer, but-” he gives Jinx a pleasant smile. “Thank you, Jinx.” He gestures to the front of the class, motioning for her to come up. “Please proceed.”

Jinx stands up, pushing her chair back. Then she makes her way to the front of the room. She looks around, looking at everyone before her eyes drift towards you. She quickly looks away, down at her notebook, and begins to read.

I hate the way you talk to me

And the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car.

I hate it when you stare.

She pauses for a moment, swallowing down something before continuing. You can see she's gripping the paper on her notebook rather tightly.

I hate your stupid, dumb Madonna CD

And the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick.

It even makes me rhyme.

Her eyes flick to you again, and then she looks away.

I hate it...

I hate the way you're always right.

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh,

Even worse when you make me cry.

Her voice cracks, and a tear starts to stream down her face.

I hate it when you're not around

And the fact that you didn't call,

She pauses, taking deep breaths to keep herself from crying.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,

She finally looks up, looking straight at you.

Not even close

Not even a little bit

Not even at all.

Her poem ends there, and her voice quiets. For the first time since she began, there's silence in the room. Everyone else seems to notice, glancing at the other.

But you're stuck staring at Jinx. Your eyes meet hers. Nothing is said, but the moment is enough.

She closes her notebook, turns around, and walks out the door. The rest of the class is dead silent.

You remain seated, your eyes glued on the door where Jinx had left. Seeing her cry like that...

You couldn't turn back time, no matter how much you wanted to. But you made your bed, and now you need to lie in it.

You have to do something to try and make it right.

—

After the last bell rings, students hurry out of the school carrying backpacks and sports equipment. Classes were over for the day, and thankfully, so was her stupid english class.

Reading that damn poem in front of the entire class was a relief. She got it all out without having to talk to anyone else. It was so embarrassing having everyone know about her stupid thoughts and feelings, but if they made fun of her for it, they would get a punch to the face. At least this school year will end soon.

Jinx walks to her car, parked in a corner of the parking lot. She opens her backpack and digs through it, her fingers searching through papers and pencils and other stuff until her hand closes around her car keys. She lifts it up, the keyring rattling.

When she's about to stick the key in the door, she notices something is off.

The driver's side window is down.

Confused, she leans down to look inside the car. She saw something.

Warlock guitar. Sitting in her seat. It was the same one she had been dreaming about. The same one she had been eyeing in the store. The one she could never justify the price or reason to buy. And now, it's right in front of her.

—

You watch as Jinx picks up the guitar carefully, studying every inch of it.

“Pretty nice, right?”

Jinx gasps. She spins around to see you standing behind her, grinning widely.

Her eyes flit between the guitar and you. “Is it for me?” She sets the guitar back in the passenger seat before closing the door.

You nod your head. “For you, and only you.”

“...why?”

“Uh, well, I thought you could use it. You know, when you start your band,” you reply. “Besides, I had some extra cash.”

She narrows her eyes at you. “Why'd you do it? Why the guitar?”

“I… I want to apologize and please—please listen to me just this time.”

She raises an eyebrow at your words but says nothing yet.

You hold up your hands as she glares at you. “Okay, okay,” you start. “You're right to be angry with me. I did something really, really shitty and stupid. And I'm sorry for it.” You look down, avoiding her gaze in shame. “I shouldn't have taken Caitlyn's money. I shouldn't have done it, just for a stupid cash for a stupid deal. I was being selfish and not thinking about how you'd feel.”

You glance up, expecting her to be scowling and yelling at you.

But she isn't. She's just listening.

It gives you the courage to continue. “I—I should have just been honest with you about everything. I knew it was wrong, and yet I still... and I didn't stop myself. No matter how many times I tried to, I just…” You pause, struggling to say how you feel. “I couldn't stop myself from falling in love with you.”

You look at her again, and the corners of her lips twitch as she tries to keep the grin from spreading across her face. “Really?”

You weren't one to stay serious for too long, were you? you step closer to her, your eyebrows shot up, a smirk on your lips. “It's not every day you find a girl who blows up a classroom with fireworks just to get you out of detention.”

She covers her face with her hands and groans as she tries to hide the growing smile on her face. “Oh, God.”

You tried to soak in every inch of her face. If someone had taken a picture of her then, you could easily have stared at it for hours. She's beautiful—truly beautiful when she smiles.

You reach out and place your hand over hers, pulling it away from her face. Her smile fades, but she doesn't struggle with your touch as she looks at you.

“But it was pretty damn awesome, wasn't it?” you add.

You lift your hand and push a strand of her hair behind her ear before leaning in and pressing a kiss to her lips.

She lets you kiss her, closing her eyes and pulling you close. But it doesn't last long as she pulls away suddenly, her brows furrowing. “You can't just buy me a guitar every time you screw up.”

You grimace. “Yeah... I know. But then we can go to a drum set. Or a bass. And, eventually, a tambourine.”

You lean in for another kiss, but she breaks away, continuing to talk. “And don't just think you can-”

You don't allow her to finish. You shut her up with a kiss, your lips muffling her complaint.

Jinx's eyes widen for a second before she closes them. Her hands grip your shoulders. She's not pushing you away—she's pulling you closer. She melts into the kiss, letting her tongue slip out as her hand threads through your hair.

You move your hands down her sides, tracing the curve of her waist, holding her.

Her other hand cups your face, fingers stroking your cheek.

You back her up against the driver's side door of her car, pinning her between the car and your body. You pull away to let her breathe, a thin string of saliva connecting your bottom lips with hers.

Jinx's face is flushed and her lips are swollen. She's panting, her hands tangled up and gripping your shoulder. “I'm still…” she says breathlessly. “I'm still mad at you.”

You chuckle and kiss the tip of her nose. “I know.” You take her hands in yours, fingers tracing over her knuckles. You bring her hand up, kissing the back of her hand. “I'll make it up to you.”

Jinx looks down at your entwined fingers, then back up at you. “As you should.”

—

“1, 2, 3, CHEESE!”

Click.

The camera flash goes off, and you press a kiss on her cheek. Your arm rests across her shoulders, and she's clinging onto your hand, grinning at the camera. She giggles, and you feel her nuzzle herself into your side.

Vi smiles behind the phone. “You two are nauseatingly cute,” she says as she puts her phone down.

You glance over at Jinx. The years have passed, and she's graduated. Now she's wearing an academic cap and a black gown, with her diploma in her hand.

Your heart swells with pride. Seeing her achieve her dream made you happy.

Jinx looks just as happy as you are. She held the diploma tightly, her fingers delicately holding the edge of the paper. “Can't believe I did it,” she whispers to herself.

You give her hand a squeeze, offering silent reassurance.

You remember how hard she worked to get to this point. Late nights spent studying, long hours spent in the library, the stress and anxieties she dealt with.

But she did it.

She did it because she worked her ass off, and she earned it.

You're so proud of her.

You give Jinx a kiss at the temple. Then, you take your arm off her shoulders while you pull something out of your pocket. “I have something for you.”

“Mhm?” She tucks the tassel back under her cap and turns to face you. “What is it?”

You grin as you hold up a...

“A ticket?” she asks, confused.

You hand the ticket over to her. She furrows her eyebrows, then opens her mouth to ask, but then notices something. She looks back at you, then down to the ticket in her hands. She scans over the details, her eyes widening.

“Sweden?”

“Sweden,” you confirm. “And.” You pull out a second ticket from your pocket. “All expenses are paid for. Including the flight, the food, and the hotel room we're staying in.”

Jinx can't form any words, stunned into silence. She just stares at the ticket, flicking the corner of the ticket with her finger.

“I remembered that you said you wanted to see the northern lights. So I thought this…" You motion at the two tickets, “would be the perfect graduation gift.”

“You… you're serious?”

You nod and take her hands in yours. “I wanted to give you the world,” you say, running your thumb across her knuckles. “But seeing as I can't, I settled for the next best thing.”

Jinx says nothing. She's still staring at the tickets. You expect her to have a big, happy smile on her face, but instead, you're surprised to see her eyes beginning to fill up.

You're starting to worry she doesn't like the gift. Did you mess up? “I can get you a different gift if you don't like it,” you say hastily. “If you-”

You're cut off by Jinx throwing her arms around your shoulders, nearly tackling you in a hug. She buries her head in your neck, her arms wrapped around your torso. Her fingers grasp the back of your shirt, holding on tight. Her body trembles, and you feel tears wetting through your shirt.

“Oh.” You're taken aback, but you relax and return the hug. One hand comes down to rest on her back, holding her close to you, and your free hand finds its way to her head. You thread your fingers through her hair while you rub soothing circles across her back. “What's wrong? Did I-”

Jinx shakes her head, her sobs slowly subsiding into quiet sniffles. “N-no, no, it's n-not that...”

“Then�� what-”

She raises her head, and when you look at her, you see she's now a mess of runny makeup. “It's the best present I've ever got.” She takes a breath, and you wipe some of the tears from her face. “It just… it means so much to me that… you remembered what I said that day.”

“Of course I remember everything you say.”

Jinx closes her eyes as you use your thumb to wipe the smeared mascara under her eyes. “I love you so much,” she chokes out.

“I love you too.” Your other hand comes to her face, where you wipe the rest of the lingering teardrops and rub your thumb underneath her eye.

Vi lets out a cough, drawing both of your attention to her. You had been so caught up in the moment, you entirely forgot she was there. “Well,” Vi says with a smile. “...that was cute.”

Jinx looks like she's ready to cry for a whole new reason. She gives you a final squeeze before releasing her arms from around your shoulders and stepping away. She straightens her cap.

“Don't.” You reach out and fix her cap, adjusting it on her head.

Jinx lets out a watery chuckle and smacks your hand away. “Quit babying me.”

“Never,” you reply, and you steal a quick kiss.

Then, Jinx turns her head to her sister. “Vi, we're going to see the northern lights,” she tells her.

“Yes, I heard,” Vi says.

“Look!” Jinx shoves the ticket into her face. “We're going to Sweden. We're going to see the northern lights.”

“I know,” Vi replies, taking the ticket and looking down at it. She grins. “Congratulations, Pow. You deserve this.” She puts the ticket back into Jinx's hand. “You better appreciate that gift,” she teases. “Not a lot of people get such an awesome gift.”

“I do,” Jinx says. “I appreciate it a lot.”

“Good.” Vi looks between the two of you, then gives you a stern look. “Keep spoiling her. And I won't punch you.”

“Got it,” you say with a nod.

Jinx hugs the tickets to her chest, already imagining the sights. The northern lights, the snow, the cold temperatures, Sweden.

It's going to be amazing.

“This is going to be the best trip of my life.”

You smile at how excited Jinx is. You look at Vi, who's watching the two of you. Vi's expression softens. She smiles and nods approvingly, and you can see how much she loves her sister, how much she loves seeing Jinx happy.

“Well, I hope it lives up to your expectations,” you tell Jinx, wrapping an arm around her.

“No matter what, I'm spending it with you, so it already will be.”

End.

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Hellooooo! Pretty random one but just saw the list of prompts you shared. Could you do a combo of 100/82 for Billy!? 😅🫠 Thanks in advance 😆

Hey anon! Thank you for your patience, but I have finally finished this prompt! I hope you enjoy the following 4.3k of B/illy and E/ddie fighting and fucking ✨

(the prompts were 'spraying sneezes' and 'I can't hold it')

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Content:

M/M except they hate each other, E/ddie has the fetish, E/ddie gets off to his own sneezing, sneezing while hiding, sneezing from dust, spray, stifles, holding back someone else's sneezes, sneezing in someone's face, mentions of masturbation, dry humping, public sex, humiliation, degradation, mild voyeurism/exhibitionism, hate-fucking, holding back someone else's sneezes, B/illy is shameless

CW: No clear communication, abusive behaviour and language, aggressive and unexpected sexual activities without verbal consent (though both of them want it), some suppressed shame over the fetish, homophobic slurs, physical violence and fighting, physical restraint (E/ddie is pinned down), mentions of a drug deal, young men being fucking stupid and aggressive

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NSFW, minors please DNI!

And everyone PLEASE be aware of the CWs, this is not a wholesome fic and I'd hate for anyone to be upset ❤️

Eddie hated everything about this. Hiding in a stupid classroom supply closet when he’d rather be at home, playing guitar, or jerking off to unwind. Hiding in a stupid classroom supply closet with Billy Fucking Hargrove, of all people. Wedged together like a couple of cartoon characters, uncomfortably close. He only hoped that Billy understood he was as unhappy with the turn of events as he evidently was, making the occasional huff of displeasure and pressing a firm hand to Eddie’s chest to keep the distance between them as expansive as possible. It physically hurt, truth be told – Eddie’s back pressing uncomfortably up against something pointy – but he’d rather die than admit any discomfort to Billy.

A drug deal in the school building – stupid. Absolutely downright moronic, and yet he’d given in anyway. He didn’t feel like challenging Hargrove when he sauntered up to him in the hallway, not with that dangerous glint in his eyes. Most students would be at the basketball game after school, and Eddie would have normally had a D&D session to hold anyway, which he cancelled last minute. He could make an exception (“This one fucking time”, he had emphatically stated, to Billy’s responding sneer), give Billy the goods in an empty classroom and get the hell out of dodge. He hadn’t taken into account that the weird happenings all over Hawkins would result in increased after-hours security.

They’d seen the light of a torch before they’d heard any footsteps. Both had frozen as the sound of doors being opened, and the lights of classrooms being switched on, echoed out in the cavernous hallways. There had been an unspoken agreement that it would not do at all to be caught red-handed in a very illegal drug deal. Even if this dude wasn’t a cop, it wouldn’t stop him from calling them up. Eddie couldn’t stomach the thought of another evening in the shitty little station holding room, let alone with Billy as a cellmate. With the grace of stalking cats, they were in the closet in no time, delicately closing the door behind them.

It was dark in the closet but not pitch black. A barely operative bulb bathed them in a dim orange glow – they hadn’t noticed it from outside, so with any luck, security wouldn’t either. It was with the assistance of this dismal lighting that Eddie first noticed the delicate swirl of dust motes in the air, only seconds before his twitching nostrils did. Fuck.

Keeping his imminent sneezes quiet wouldn’t be a problem, at least for the short amount of time it would take for security to look over their classroom. Sneezing silently was something a lifetime of allergies had prepared him for, one way or the other. He considered reaching up to cover his face, maybe pinch his nostrils shut, but it was probably more effort than it was worth. He could stifle perfectly well hands free, and what if he ended up clumsily knocking into a shelf trying to reach his face? Nah.

More concerning than sneezing was the matter of getting hard. He could feel an active boner stirring, pants increasingly tighter, and he hadn’t even started to sneeze yet. He wondered if the fear of being caught and the subsequent adrenaline of it was somehow encouraging his traitorous cock. This too was manageable; he just had to make sure he didn’t touch dicks with Hargrove. Easy.

Moments later he took in one last little shaky breath and convulsed as gently as he could manage. The first sneeze was incredibly itchy, a fluttery, teasing little thing. The next six came relatively rapid-fire, completely silent – Eddie was sure they would have been entirely undetectable if he and Billy weren’t currently cuddled up closer than he had been to any girl in months. As it was, the subtle contract and release of his seizing muscles was apparently a dead give-away.

He felt Billy pressing him back even further, directly into whatever bastard object was digging into his back. The sudden shove of that strong hand on his chest effectively winded him; he exhaled involuntarily as it pressed on. Composure thrown, he barely had time to react as the tickle ground down on his sinuses especially hard, perhaps in retaliation, or as if seizing the opportunity to really cause havoc. He gasped audibly, chest expanding as far as it could against Billy’s hand, and started to sneeze again.

“Heh’Gxt! ND’t!! Hh’NDTt!! EH’NGXtt!!-chu…”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Eddie peered at him through fluttering eyelashes, shuddering at the menacing glint in Billy’s eyes. Fucking psychopath.

“I’m fucking trying, dipshit! Get the fuck off me, y-you’re-!”

Eddie trembled, face heating at the effort it took to wrangle the next three little sneezes into barely audible, nasal squeaks.

“Get OFF me-!” He whisper-shouted once he’d recovered. Billy looked at him with a simmering fury but eased the pressure of his hand on Eddie’s chest. They stared at each other with pure hatred, interrupted only by a few silent sneezes from Eddie that forced him to break eye contact.

“Fuckin’ disgusting.” Billy muttered, barely more than mouthed it, but all the same Eddie suppressed a shiver of rage – and, if he was being honest, intensely regrettable arousal. If Billy shifted his thigh just a little bit closer to his crotch, he was cooked.

For a couple of minutes longer, they stood and listened. The guy wasn’t getting any closer, and Eddie wondered if he’d found something incriminating in one of the nearby classrooms to slow him down. Whatever it was, the sure-fire trajectory of his course had changed and they were left waiting in silent suspense. Eddie's sneezing had ceased, for the meantime; he’d managed to quell the initial explosive response, which had left him with stuffy, burning sinuses and leaky, irritated eyes. It also meant he’d merely prolonged the reaction, and would no doubt be sneezing into his pillow later on when he was trying to sleep. He ground his teeth in irritation, ignoring the little twitch his dick gave at the thought of bed plus sneezing.

A distinctly wet sniffle cut through the silence, and for a moment Eddie thought it had come from him. When a second followed, he realised with surprise and a giddy, traitorous excitement that it was Billy. His eyes focused in on the guy’s face immediately, and through the dim light he could make out the unmistakeable agony of a pre-sneeze expression. An unbelievably desperate, unabashedly open twisting of features that somehow softened Billy’s face into something almost beatific.

Eddie wasn’t blind – he knew the guy was surface-level attractive, it had just never really occurred to him that he would ever be able to appreciate it - what with Billy being a total serial killer in the making. But as his face dropped, there was a vulnerability about him that was downright hypnotic. Even his dead eyes seemed to sparkle with surrender as the budding sneeze took hold, flaring his nostrils into perfect little circles. Eddie had a couple more moments of lustful appreciation before the abject panic seized him.

“Hargrove!” He hissed. “Hold it back!”

God, this was mortifying. Not only were they at very real risk of being found with drugs, huddled up against each other - Billy was probably going to sneeze in his face in this proximity. The thought of it made him dizzy with arousal as much as it made him despair. His dick was hard enough to hurt.

Billy didn’t seem to hear him, or at any rate wasn’t listening. To Eddie’s dismay, he inhaled a forebodingly shaky breath of preparation. Eddie could feel the tensing of his body in the cramped space. Billy’s hand had at some point migrated from its splayed position on his chest to gripping at the lapel of his leather jacket, and as he gasped again – a stupidly sexy sound that made Eddie’s dick twitch – his hold tightened. Eddie was irrevocably pinned.

“Fuck, man, I’m serious - you gotta hold it back!”

Billy’s hazy eyes fixed upon his own, and for a moment his expression tightened into a look of scorn, only slightly underscored by the perpetual sneeziness. Eddie shivered, feeling hot and cold all over.

“I can’t hold it, motherfucker. It’s a sneeze, you can’t control that shit.” He spat back, voice more of a stage whisper than a stuck-in-a-closet-about-to-be-discovered-with-drugs one. Compartmentalising the incredible hypocrisy to rage over later, Eddie frantically shushed him, and Billy bristled like an angry cat, hand yanking at Eddie’s lapel, and –

They both froze at the sound of the classroom door swinging open, the click of the light switch. The artificial light crept into the room under the closet door, and Eddie shuffled his foot away, timidly, as if being touched by the rays was enough to signal his concealment. Eddie’s heartbeat pounded in his ears; he turned to look at Billy and saw with no small amount of distress that he looked even closer to sneezing than before. Even as the security guy started to whistle and wind his way through the desks, a gentle gasp tore out of him.

With a grace and commitment he hadn’t been aware he possessed, Eddie grit his teeth and pulled his arms out of their cramped position. Knowing he was potentially signing his own death certificate, he paused for just a moment to take in the gorgeous sight of Billy’s violently expressive nostrils before pinching them closed with a thumb and forefinger, the opposite hand clamping firmly over Billy’s mouth.

If Billy had looked like he wanted to kill him before, the absolute daggers he shot at Eddie now made him wince. He held steady though, keeping both hands firmly in place, and was glad of it when he felt Billy’s lips parting under his hand, and felt the furious twitching of his nostrils as they fought against his grip. Billy’s cruel, piercing eyes were now mere slits of irritation, leaking tears that spilled down his face and onto Eddie’s skin.

Finally, they heard the guy making his way out of the room. He hadn’t even come close to the closet, for which Eddie thanked his god damn lucky stars. As those heavy footsteps echoed further and further down the hallway, Eddie started to relax – only to gasp in pain as Billy yanked his hands away by the wrists, squeezing hard enough to bruise, and slammed Eddie backwards again.

“If you EVER. Touch me like that again, you fucking freak-“ Billy all but growled at him, shaking Eddie emphatically. Eddie didn’t even have it in him to feel scared about anything other than the fact that Billy’s crotch was millimetres, perhaps 1/100th of a millimetre away from touching his own rock-hard dick.

“-trying to fucking s-hh-! Suffocate me?!”

Eddie’s ears perked up at the tiny little stutter, that sexy little mid-sentence hitch of breath. It seemed that Billy had temporarily quelled the urge to sneeze through all-encompassing rage, but its effects were now wearing thin.

“For your information,” Eddie started, and squirmed, trying to yank his wrists free, only to be slammed backwards once again. His forearms ached as they collided painfully with the metal shelving behind him. In an uncharacteristic moment of weakness, he wished very much he skipped gym a little less. He gathered himself and continued.

“I just saved our asses – so you’re fucking welcome, asshole.”

Billy slammed him again and Eddie hissed, starting to worry that security might be alerted by the clattering sound of objects falling to the ground. A much more pressing consequence of Billy’s mindless anger was the unearthing of even more dust. Eddie’s face was feeling so itchy at this point he simply wanted to remove the whole thing. There was no way he wasn’t gonna be sneezing himself breathless the moment he stepped into the shower at home.

Billy at once seemed to understand the regrettable commotion he had caused, tensing quite suddenly with a low muttered ‘fuck’ under his breath.

“You had enough? Gonna calm down now?” Eddie whispered, taking the chance to yank his wrists free, rolling his eyes in aggravation as Billy’s hands immediately returned once again to grip him by the lapels.

“Fuck, I need’ta sneeze…” Billy announced matter-of-factly.

Eddie blushed, all of his anger instantly converted into giddy expectancy. A wave of calm suffused him, quite suddenly. They ought to get the fuck out of here, before security doubled back and they’d missed their window of escape. That being said, they had a little time left, and Billy was still clinging to him like a lifeline, even as he started into a definitive build-up. As far as Eddie was concerned, he may as well enjoy what was inevitably about to happen, all prior anxiety and revulsion swallowed up by acceptance. He just hoped that as he stared openly at Billy’s crumpling face that he wasn’t sporting a total ‘come hither’ look.

“Keep it quiet.” Eddie said, feeling outrageously like a lover giving commands during sex, then blushing further at the thought.

Unbelievably, Billy nodded his head in understanding moments before his face dropped – mouth hanging slack, nostrils flared round and angry, eyebrows drawing upwards – and then everything drew tight as the first sneeze barrelled out of him and caught Eddie across his neck and jawline.

Eddie shuddered, entirely beyond his control, and managed to suppress a moan of pleasure into a grunt that one might easily interpret as disgust. He had just moments to replay in his mind the sound of the sneeze, the heady, spraying wetness of it, before Billy was lurching forward with another.

“Hgk’TSSCHHSSTTtt!!”

To Billy’s credit, they were relatively quiet – almost nothing vocal to them at all, just the pure audible wetness as they sprayed outwards through clenched teeth. In fact, they were remarkably wet – they doused Eddie in glittering clouds, twinkling delicately in the low-light of the exposed bulb. He was so turned on he could barely breathe.

“-Hhdt’TISSSSHhhh!!”

Eddie really couldn’t help but gasp at that one; whilst the previous few had caught his chest, neck and chin, this one was delivered squarely to his face – so perfectly he couldn’t help but think that Billy, the bastard, had actually aimed it that way. He should be disgusted, entirely so, but he wasn’t. He wanted it to happen again and again. His own hands, shaking at his sides, reached up and gripped Billy’s wrists, seeking support as his knees started to buckle.

He should use this opportunity to push Billy backwards and squeeze his way out of the closet – the blonde was so entirely absorbed in his endless sneezing that it wouldn’t have taken much effort at all. He should do that, but this was also one of the hottest things that had ever happened to him, pure masturbation fodder, and he was only human. He exhaled shakily as Billy sprayed him again, his lips wet with the droplets of each sneeze, like the sickest kind of kiss.

“Hht’TSSSHHH!! TSChHH!! Hah’TTISSSHHH!! TISHHH’u!!”

Eddie could feel him trembling with the effort as the fit progressed – could hear the way a vocal desperation leaked into each barely-suppressed eruption.

“Hh-HH! HHG’TSSSXSHTTtt!!”

Okay. As much as Eddie wanted to remain getting his sick little kicks, a moment of sense suffused him and he realised they really needed to move. That last sneeze – gorgeous, perfect, soaking wet – had also been about twice the volume of those preceding it. He could tell Billy was losing any ability to control them. As much as he would honestly love to watch that play out all over him, the party was over.

He squirmed towards the door, angling himself as best he could to shimmy the rest of the way out with Billy still clinging to his jacket. When he pushed it open, Billy seemed to come somewhat to his senses and followed, dropping his hands and allowing Eddie to pull him out by the forearm.

He dragged Billy the rest of the way out of the classroom and into the corridor – no sign of security – then nearly jumped out of his skin as Billy sneezed, entirely without restraint, catching the side of his face and causing the pair of them to stumble.

“aAEHHh’TSSSHHHH’Uuu!!”

The very rafters seemed to tremble with it, made all the more explosive by the relative emptiness of the building. It echoed, bounced off the walls in a way that would be comical if it wasn’t a) painfully erotic and b) about to get them caught. Eddie heard the pounding of those same heavy footsteps returning. He ran, yanking Billy along until the both of them were sprinting, bursting out of the building and into the parking lot, empty but for a few stragglers at the periphery waiting for the game to finish.

Eddie had run towards his van on auto, realising almost immediately how fucking stupid he was to stop there. He peered anxiously in the direction of the doors they’d emerged from, finally relaxing when it was apparent they hadn’t been followed. He exhaled a stupid little laugh, but then Billy, leaning one hand against the side of the van, sneezed again, and Eddie remembered he was hard and that everything about this was incredibly awkward. Now that he was out of the immediate line of fire and could think somewhat clearly, he kind of wanted to die of embarrassment, just a little. That didn’t, however, stop him from watching with unblinking eyes as Billy’s head reared back, nostrils twitching and flaring like crazy, preparing to sneeze magnificently.

“HHh’WRRSSSSCHhh!! HAHH’TSSSSHhhh!! HUH’DTTSSSHHH!! ‘DZZTSSSHHhh’uu!!”

He aimed these towards the ground, Eddie was happy to see. Not that he wasn’t literally counting down the seconds until he could drive home and cum to the thought of having his face sneezed on as he was pinned in place, but this way he could really appreciate every detail without reflexively closing his eyes.

Each sneeze tossed Billy forward with such force Eddie was sure he would have fallen, if not for the arm he braced against the van. They burst out of him in huge clouds of spray, the initial, heavier droplets spattering the dusty ground before the finer aerosol dissipated into the surrounding air. Eddie shuddered to remember those smaller sneezes from earlier settling on his face; the thought of directly receiving an even bigger, wetter one made his knees feel weak.

Billy pulled himself up to full height, shaking his hair back over his shoulders and beaming with an indulgent look of total satisfaction. He licked his lips clean, shiny as they were with the residual spray of his sneezing, and beamed at Eddie with a look that appeared practically post-orgasmic. It was fucking shameless. Totally sick. Eddie’s dick throbbed so hard he gasped with it. Billy smirked.

“Enjoy the show, Fag?” he drawled, looking pointedly at Eddie’s crotch.

Eddie flushed, feeling hot with shame. So he had noticed, at some point or other, that Eddie had been hard. What’s more, he’d clearly sussed that it had something to do with his sneezing. He turned his eyes away from Billy’s face, considering finding a really tall building to throw himself off of – when, as his eyes darted to the ground, he caught sight of something he couldn’t quite believe. His eyes glanced up gingerly, tentatively, to Billy’s crotch, and – yep. That sure was a fucking boner, even more obvious in Billy’s tight blue Levi’s than Eddie’s baggier black jeans. Against his better judgement, heart pounding in his chest, he smirked right on back.

“Yeah. Maybe I did. Sure takes a fag to fucking know one, blondie.” His eyes flicked down suggestively with the taunt.

He’d known he was playing with fire, but the speed with which Billy came at him was alarming – he didn’t have time to move entirely out of the way, the punch catching his shoulder with a heavy thud. Stupid with adrenaline, Eddie lunged back, pushing Billy backwards until he nearly came unbalanced. He’d been hoping to trip him, get him on his back and beat the living shit out of him, but Billy was clearly just as worked up. He grabbed Eddie round the middle, almost throwing him backwards and into the side of his van, which hurt like fucking hell.

Scrambling for purchase, Eddie managed to dodge another punch before it landed on his face, catching his collarbone in an eruption of pain. Pissed off beyond belief, he kicked Billy in the shin, hard enough that he went down on one knee, then kicked him in the stomach. He raised a balled up fist to swing a punch, but before he could even process what had happened, he was slammed down onto his back, staring up with shock at the starry night sky. He realised with dismay that Billy had grabbed his kicking leg and thrown him to the floor in response.

Billy was suddenly crawling on top of him, pinning his arms above his head by the wrists. Eddie bucked wildly, furiously in response, but then Billy pressed his rock-hard dick up against Eddie’s and started to rut. Even through their clothes it felt amazing; Eddie couldn’t hold back the groan that came from deep within his throat, bucking back up and into Billy for all he was worth, not believing it was happening but unable to stop. He looked up at Billy, regarding the fierce look of pleasured concentration on his face. They locked eyes for a moment, a mutual and confused look of need mirrored in one another, before Billy shifted his hips, and that angle was even better.

“Fuck, Fuck, what the fuck, oh god-“ Eddie mumbled in an uncontrollable stream of expletives, body jerking as he ground back against Billy Fucking Hargrove, realising with both horror and excitement he was about to have an orgasm right there on the ground, in the middle of the parking lot where anyone could find them. He watched Billy, unexpectedly flattered to see him staring back down at him with an intense look of pleasure on his face. And then, as if in the wettest of all of his dreams, that expression shifted to – Oh god. Fuck. Shit.

Billy held that expression, that tortured, beautiful pre-sneeze agony for a split second before he sneezed again - an uncontrollable explosion that jerked his shoulders downwards, showering Eddie with the full force of it.

“HAHHD’TSSSSSSHHHTttt!!!”

Eddie’s hips jerked uncontrollably, a sharp gasp tearing out of his throat as he felt the wet slap of it across his face. The droplets went everywhere – in his hair, on his face and neck, some into his open mouth. He orgasmed violently, brain going blank as the pleasure overwhelmed him in ripples of ecstasy. The heels of his sneakers dug into the ground, his toes curling and legs shaking as he came apart entirely.

“Ohhh, fuck!! Ohh my god, ahh!!” He could hear himself groaning, uncontrollably, shocked by the intensity of his body’s reaction.

As the orgasm started to fade – what felt like an endless ecstasy packed into seconds – he hissed at the feeling of Billy bearing down on him, pushing his wrists painfully into the ground. He looked up at him, ready to try and push him off if he was looking to fight again when he was cut off by Billy’s own climax. He watched Billy’s face twist in pleasure, even prettier in orgasm than he might have expected, grunting softly as his hips ground definitively into Eddie’s pelvis. It was hot enough that his flagging erection twitched appreciatively against Billy’s spasming dick, despite himself.

When Billy went limp, loosening his grip on Eddie’s wrists and sagging forward, almost lying on top of him, Eddie went rigid. Head somewhat cleared by his orgasm, he was suddenly very fucking aware that Hargrove was not unlike a wild animal of sorts. Unpredictable, ready to pounce at any second – perhaps more so now that the need to cum wasn’t an all pervasive driving force. He lay on his back, body thrumming in the afterglow, and patiently waited for Billy to move.

Billy did sit back, releasing Eddie’s arms, but instead of immediately getting up, he sat there, half on Eddie’s hips and leaving him, once again, uncomfortably pinned. It was one moment later that Billy tensed, gasped, and sneezed again, undeniably aiming it towards Eddie. It splattered over his chest, the wettest sneeze of the evening, leaving Eddie’s shirt clinging to his skin. He moaned, the sound of it stupidly pornographic, then squeezed his eyes shut in total humiliation as Billy snickered at him, mocking and cruel.

“Tell anyone about this,” Billy said, and Eddie felt the pressure leave his hip. He heard the sound of Billy’s boots crunching into the gravel on either side of his head. “And even your trailer-trash uncle won’t be able to identify your body.”

Eddie opened his eyes once he’d heard the familiar roaring sound of Billy’s Camaro peeling out of the parking lot. He stared up at the sky until he heard approaching voices, then got up and got into his van. He tried to make sense of it all as his engine roared to life – did Billy also like guys? Did this mean Billy was attracted to him? Was that how psychos confessed their feelings? Did he really just have fully-clothed sex on the ground of a high school parking lot, with a dude? Nope. It was too much to think about right now. He needed to get home and take his antihistamines. He needed to shower away not only the dust from the closet, but the jizz now drying uncomfortably in his pubic hair, and Hargrove’s fucking sneeze spray.

He blinked hard, shaking his head. This was definitely something to unpack at a later time – preferably once he’d orgasmed to the memory of it enough times it no longer made him rock-hard just thinking about it. And judging by the way his traitorous cock was already starting to perk up as he pulled onto the road, that was gonna take a while.

#s/tranger t/hings #nametakenfic #sneeze fic #sneeze fucker #snz fucker #snz kink #sneeze kink #snz fet #snzblr #Mm. This one went some weird places and I was like...am I okay. but yes I am!!

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