#it’s so fucking funny when people can’t just go ‘damn sorry I’m off my game’ is it me as tank w 2 kills who is out of touch?

[ziracona]

Playing OW in the role queue as support. Our other is a Mercy & I start as Zen. They send a Reaper to flank and we both keep getting shredded bc tank and dps are ignoring us completely. I’m like “fuck it. If they won’t keep Mercy alive, I will.” Can only pick support, so I go Moira. Start shredding the flankers and DVA. Dps and tank have less than 6 kills each. I’ve got twice as many already. Mercy is doing really well but there’s only so much we can do & they take last point at overtime. Tank man gets on VC and is like “MOIRA what are you DOING” so I’m like “getting twice as many kills as you” and he’s like “You’re a HEALER !! Fuckin heal! Don’t kill!” And I’m like “bro if you start /getting/ kills, or protecting support so /I/ do not have to, I’ll swap back off, but until then someone has to keep Mercy alive long enough to hit the heal beam.” He get so fucking mad. Anyway it’s a fine match but we lose & I’m kinda happy abt it tbh. Load in again and he’s in as enemy support and he’s like “Haha I’m gonna dps Moira and get you haha you’re about to see!” and I’m like “whatever lol.” We have me & a Lucio. He’s great at stalls but we have very mobile dps, so struggling to heal, so I’m solo healing a lot of the time while he’s stalling points and moving the payload. I go god Mercy. We do amazing. The other team is good too, except, notably, their Moira lol. But we go into the overtime time remaining rounds. Clobber them at spawn and easily push ours past in our time and steamroll a hell of a win poppin ults. I open the PS4 chat system start chat w the dude and just message “hehe” and then block him. Euphoric.

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

It started out with a kiss, how did it ended like this?

Pairing/Au: Young!Joel Miller x f!reader, no outbreak

Rating: +18, NSFW

Summary: You meet Joel at a party, everything is fine, he's beautiful... will it end well?

Warnings: POV second person, no use of y/n, the story is set in 2004 but there is no Sarah so Joel is a 24 year old guy (calculated on Game!Joel's age) who went to university and has no child, smut, angst, a lot of kissing, meet cute?, sex in public places, risk of being caught, reader has breasts and vagina, she wears shorts, a tank top, heels and a dress, no other description is given of her except that she smokes (it happens only once in the ff though), fingering (f receiving), dry humping, oral (f and m receiving), p in v (wrap it up irl!), reader is on the pill, cream pie, alcohol consumption, smoking, infidelity, plot twist, dubcon (I’m putting that here because reader is drunk but not so drunk, she gives explicit consent but you know, just to be sure.), brief Tommy appearance (is that a warning? LOL poor Tommy, love him), pussy pronouns, pet names (mostly baby) a lot of swearing, very small age gap but I'm pointing it out anyway, reader is 21 and Joel is 24, some insert of reader’s thoughts, no happy ending (sorry 💀). This story is inspired by something that happened to me personally so please please be particularly gentle with it (you always are tbh, thanks a lot❤️).

The places are places that really exist, they are in Italy but I still tried to leave them neutral so that you can imagine the setting in several places in the world where there is the sea, at least I hope. Where I live it is legal for beach resorts to organize beach parties at certain times established by law, as for music, the songs mentioned are songs that I personally love, I think that more or less everyone knows them, right? Hashtag Millennials music lol

English is not my first language, no beta or proofreading, apologies for any mistake! 🙇🏻‍♀️

Header and dividers by me, sorry if they look like sh*t, I tried my best 🥲

“Are you a dream or are you real?”

You roll your eyes, while this guy who has approached you and has been dancing next to you for 15 minutes has grabbed you by the waist and whispered these words to you.

Are men really convinced they can seduce with this bullshit?

You turn around thinking you’ll find the usual maniac face who reaches out with shameless hands.

You’re absolutely ready to tell him to go to hell.

Oh.

He’s a tall guy, probably slightly older than you, messy black curls, scruffy beard and mustache and big, gorgeous brown eyes.

Not bad at all.

But it doesn’t mean you can go by your mother’s favorite way of thinking “he’s handsome so he can’t be evil”, it’s fucking stupid and you know it. She used to allow you to ride in your male friend’s car only because he was so hot and wealthy and his family was well known and respected.

If only she had known… but anyway, he belongs to the past, to a group of toxic people you don't hang out with anymore.

Your eyebrow raises and your mouth tug into the most ironic smile you could possibly pull out.

“I’m not Rihanna, you know? So cut off your bullshit”

He’s surprised and he stands there for a second with his mouth open looking dumb.

And then he’s at it again “You’re gorgeous” he whispers in your ear while the music is pumping hard from the disco speakers you are in and he still holds your waist, pushing you towards him “you are the most beautiful girl in this place”

“Yeah, sure” you reply, with a mixture of irritation and pity. He is visibly a little drunk, he moves awkwardly near you trying to appear sensual when in reality he’s as graceful as a brown bear.

You laugh, shaking your head, at least he’s funny.

You lean in close to his ear to make him hear you better “please leave me, I’m with my friends”

Friends who are giggling behind his back giving you the thumbs up.

You look into his alcohol-blurred pleading eyes and damn, this guy definitely knows how to get something. You feel sorry for him, and he’s cute. If he wasn’t so cute you would already left, no point in beating around the bush. You decide to give him a chance, after all it will be a one night stand at most and you’re single, there’s nothing wrong with it.

He has very large hands that wrap around your hips in just the right way and you love hands, it’s one of the first things you notice in a guy. You’re a sucker for a nice beard too and his beard is just the right length to make you want to feel it rub against your skin.

His lips look great too, plumped and perfectly designed, and his nose… big nose. Oh, yes, another box to tick. Big noses are the best.

You put your hands around his neck, you’re reaching him because you’re wearing the highest heels you’ve ever had. His body feels nice against yours, giving you shiver of pleasure down your back.

He towers over you even like this.

Your hips rub together as you dance and his hands end up on your ass. He grabs your cheeks through your skimpy shorts and give them a nice squeeze.

Wow. Audacious. You like this. It looks like this guy knows what he’s doing, horrible opening line aside.

He asks in your ear if you want something to drink and you accept, he takes your hand and escorts you through the crowd to the bar. You appreciate how he made his way through making sure not to lose you.

He leans over the counter to get the bartender's attention and you take the opportunity to take a peek at his butt. Really nice.

You are at a beach resort’s party that you always go to, it was supposed to be held on the beach but the weather didn't allow it so they moved it to this club a few km away.

You know the dj and the bartenders by name but let him make his moves and order drinks, while you nod at your favorite bartender girl and she gives you a wink and her lip reading says "nice catch”.

He looks all proud while he gives you your glass, his big brown eyes are crinkled at the edges along with his lips curved into a grin. He’s so damn cute when he smiles, you tell to yourself.

He takes a sip and he asks you your name and obviously compliments it. “I’m Joel” he tells you in your ear and he reach out to shake your hand.

You smile back profusely and your eyes glare at his biceps hugged perfectly his white t-shirt.

You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket and you let it out, your friends are still in the middle of the dance floor but you get a text on your phone saying “He’s really handsome, go girl! If you need anything call us, ok? Have fun!”

You roll your eyes grinning, everybody apparently approves.

Within minutes you discover that he’s 24, he studies architecture, plays the guitar and he has a little garage band with his friends and then you shout “Oh my god, I love this song!” You grab his arm and drag him back to the center of the dance floor. Joel doesn’t wait to be asked twice. He bounces next to you to the beat of Mr. Brightside as you both sing along at the top of your lungs. Halfway through the second verse when the song says “it was only a kiss” Joel grabs you in his arms and pushes you toward a pillar that lines the dance floor, surprising you. He slams into you and kisses you, deeply, hungrily, knocking out what little air you have left after dancing.

His tongue enters your mouth forcefully, licking greedily. A little rough and his beard and mustache are lightly scratching your skin but you don’t mind. In fact, the rush of adrenaline as he pushed you made your heart speed at an insane race and the way he slammed you against the wall made you instantly wet. You feel your panties sticking as you kiss him back just as frantically. The best kiss you’ve ever had, you have to be honest, he’s really good.

You’re panting in his mouth, moaning as he insistently rub his hips on yours, you can feel his erection pushing against you.

Fuck, who would have expected it from the clumsy boy who tried to hook you up so awkwardly before?

You can taste the rum and cola he ordered on his tongue and a faint hint of cigarette mixed with the smell of clean laundry and something else, animalistic and sexy, probably his slightly sweaty skin.

His hands are roaming at your body, on your neck, over your shoulders, on your back as you arch into him searching for more friction, and then on your ass again giving another really nice squeeze.

It’s not the first time you’ve kissed someone on the dance floor and it probably won’t be the last but no one has ever made you this feral unless you were completely drunk. You can’t blame the alcohol tonight because you only had one drink, it’s him. He makes you dizzy.

“Wanna talk a little bit outside?” you ask him panting when he pulls away from you to catch his breath.

“Yeah, talk” he says mischievously “of course, let’s go talk”

You laugh, releasing yourself from his grip and tugging at his shirt as you move towards the exit.

He follows you immediately, putting his hand on your back as you walk out. Several people are smoking near the entrance, you pass by a couple of girls who are looking Joel up and down.

You turn the corner and find a fairly isolated spot. You can still hear the music, even if it’s muffled.

You're in the back of the place, he sits on a large wooden crate which likely contained alcohol or equipment and pulls you towards him, between his legs. You take his lips back into yours, lightly nibbling his lower lip and filling your hands with his broad back, caressing it, moving up to his neck.

There is nothing you want more than to feel his tongue dance with yours again, you push gently and he lets you in. You start kissing him greedily, just as much as he did before. His giggle vibrates on your lips “hey, weren’t we supposed to talk?” You laugh looking into his chocolate eyes “oh of course, let me explain better” and you kiss him again, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours.

He’s so damn good.

It's not very often that you instantly feel this good around a guy, much less feel as confident as you do now, but the adoring way he looks at you and his big strong arms wrapped around your body are comforting, they make you feel at ease.

The September air is cool and the place is surrounded by pine trees, you would almost be cold if it weren’t for Joel.

His hand moves to the front of your shorts, sliding it over the zipper and pressing into your crotch. You let out a moan.

“Can I?”

“Yes” you breathe, nodding.

You’re craving this.

He undoes the button and slides a hand inside, making room for himself past your underwear, sliding a finger between your folds.

“Soaked wet, huh?” he murmurs “fucking amazing”

His index and middle fingers move over your clit, rubbing and applying pressure as you bury your face in his neck, sinking your teeth into his flesh, gently, and then licking the part as you feel him twitch beneath you.

You whimper “Fuck, please don’t stop”

“I won’t baby, I’m going to make your little pussy screaming for me” He slides his two fingers into your opening while his thumb continues to work rapidly on your bundle of nerves.

He begins to pump into you, relentless and precise, curling into you, hitting your special spot, his fingers are thick and long and dig into you like they always have.

“You’re squeezing my fingers so good, keep going babe, keep going for me”

You’re bucking your hips into his palm, riding on the edge of your pleasure, trying desperately to not completely lose it because you would want that to last longer but you can’t, you’re literally gushing over his hand after a couple of minutes, he’s too good at it.

He lets you work off your orgasm as he holds you close and softly kisses the skin just below your ear.

“God, Joel…” you whisper.

“It’s okay baby, just let it washes over you… and by the way if we weren't out here right now I would have made you come on my tongue”

“Mmmm i would love to try sometimes” you smile softly at him, eyes still faded by your orgasm. And the thing is, you want more. You’re on his neck again, sucking and licking and you whisper on his skin. Things are heating up so much you feel like you have to tell him so you look into his eyes and just spit that out of your mouth “I’m not doing sex with strangers that I just met, I’m sorry”

For a moment, just a moment, losing yourself into his gaze, you think about reconsider your position.

“I swear to God, this damn dude” you think.

You feel your integrity wavering, just a little.

“Well, it’s not a problem, we can do other things” he says.

You raise an eyebrow, looking at him with a smirk “What would you have in mind, let's hear”

He kisses you again, licking into your mouth, holding you close to his body as he moves his hips against yours, he unzips his pants and awkwardly pulls them down with one hand, pulling his cock out of his boxers.

He takes your hand and puts it on top of it “could you uhm… touch it a little, maybe… if you like”

You feel your edges getting smoothed out, he just made you cry out of pleasure with his fingers and the least you can do is do something for him.

“Why not” you answer lasciviously “it can be done”

It’s big, much bigger than you expected, and it's rock hard. You wrap your hand around it and can barely hold it all. This guy also has one of the most beautiful cocks you've ever seen, it’s unbelievable. You run your thumb over the tip, spreading the precum that's already dripping down his length, and begin to stroke him.

You go up and down its shaft, stopping at the tip, lingering over it and you feel him twitching underneath your touch. “Yeah, baby, you’re so good at it” his voice is low and hoarse, his eyes darker than before, almost all pupils as you continue to work on his big fat cock.

Someone told you before that you’re pretty good at it and Joel seems to agree “Fuck, your hand feels amazing” you smirk feeling proud.

“I have an idea…” Joel whispers, “you could… uh fuck… maybe… use it” he stammers, and you look at him confused not understanding what he means “we already talked about this Joel and I have to admit you have a really magnificent cock but I'm not going to put it in”

“No of course…but you can uhm…wait I'll show you” he opens your shorts again and you get nervous

“What?” what is this guy going to do?

He pulls them down just enough to leave you in your underwear but holding them up for you so they don’t end up on the ground.

He gently takes your hand off his cock and takes it himself, holds it straight and brings you closer “you can keep your panties on, I swear nothing will happen that you don't want” and starts rubbing it on you, on your crack covered by the fabric of your underwear.

You whine “oh fuck” you’re seeing the point of it now and it’s unbelievably hot.

“Use it, babe. Use it to play with yourself” You don't wait long to take the lead, you pick it up again and rub it all over yourself to your heart's content, using its length all over you. Like a big dildo, but better, you can feel every vein throbbing, its heat and wetness through the thin fabric.

It’s almost overwhelming, using his hard shaft to get you off, you squirm as you insist on you clit, letting out moans that sound outrageously pornografic. And he’s getting on the edge too, you can feel it under your fingers and in his deep rasping whimpers that rise from the bottom of his throat.

How did you not think of that? It feels like the most satisfying dry humping you’ve ever done, and you’re a master at it. Your pillow and stuffy animals at home can confirm.

Reaching your peak you clench your jaw and try to stifle the sound of your orgasm, but a long slow moan still makes its way out of you.

“I’m almost there,” Joel whispers to you, his face flushed, his eyes glazed over, you sink a hand into his curls and pull away from him to make him come between your fingers.

His whole body is tense, his mouth agape, he squints his eyes, sticky white streams smear your palm and he comes, throwing his head back.

“Fuck, this was…God” he takes you back in his arms, still shaking as his pleasure run through his entire body.

As soon as he regain the ability to speak you hear his tempting voice whispering in your ear “you liked that, huh?”

“I…more than like it, I loved it” and his laugh vibrates on your neck.

One of your hands is wrapped around his neck while the other is suspended in the air with the mess he just made dripping between your fingers.

You shake it a little and lick the rest, slowly sliding your fingers into your mouth one at a time, running your tongue carefully over each one. He looks at you, mesmerized, “Oh shit, if you keep going like this I’m going to get hard again.”

You giggle and shrug “What am I supposed to do? Wet wipes are in my bag that remained inside”

He laugh “Well, You don't have sex with strangers but you're still cheeky, huh? Good, so uhm… My friends will probably be looking for me to go back home but…can I have your number?” He plead and you say yes, obviously yes.

He takes his phone out of his back pocket waving at you and you grab it, after you’ve fixed your fingers and your shorts, typing down your number. “You know I live 3 hours from here unfortunately but we can manage that I think” he says huskily and you nod.

Yes, you think, I can manage that for you.

It was all so good it felt unreal.

And you know something is actually off when he asks you “do you have a boyfriend?”

Why this question? And why now?

Of course not, you don't have a boyfriend otherwise you wouldn't be here.

It seemed more than obvious to you.

“No, I’m single” you reply, starting to feel really stupid.

And you know something unpleasant is about to materialize between you, a big elephant in a china shop.

You move away from him, scrutinizing his face, feeling a lump in your throat as you ask him with a shaking voice, “Why, you?”

“Oh yes, yes I have a girlfriend” he answers you candidly, as if it were the most normal thing in the world after having done those things with you. Maybe he is even convinced that he did not cheat on her because there was no penetration.

“Are you kidding me? Do you think it’s a brilliant idea to tell me now?” You are speechless.

It’s not like you promised each other something so this confession is unwanted, unnecessary and almost cruel because you were here to have fun and now you feel bad.

And there he stands, puppy dog ​​eyes wide open, like the most innocent person. You would love to slap him.

“It's nothing serious” he dares to say “and we have problems, I want to leave her” blablabla, the usual repertoire of excuses that you have heard a thousand times and that have been passed on to any of your friends.

“Yeah, like I’ve never heard it before… Whatever” You hiss.

“But it’s true, baby!” He whines. He fucking whines, trying to grab your arm “Come here”

“No, we’re done” you take steps back while telling him “go back to your girlfriend”

You can't even look him in the eye anymore "don't text me, okay? I can’t do this”

You feel so dumb and frustrated.

It could have ended there and you would have been fine, it would have been a nice memory.

A guy who made you come twice in a row, great. But then he asked for your number so you thought he could have been something more, like a friend with benefits? A date? Maybe even a boyfriend one day? You’re not one to commit with the first guy you meet but things between the two of you were so hot and steamy and maybe in a little space in your brain you got somehow hopeful about him, that he was someone you could trust.

You don't even understand why he told you that now, to make you feel like a bitch? He ruined everything.

“Yeah…ok” he murmur looking at the ground. He seems really sad, but fuck, too bad for him, you don’t give a damn.

You turn and stride back into the club, looking for your friends.

He follows you inside saying at your back “I’m sorry”

Oh no, you think, you’re not.

You find your friends who immediately notice that you are visibly upset “What happened” asks one of them, taking you to a corner. You look at her and say “Guess what?”

Your friend shrugs and lets out a sigh full of disdain “he has a girlfriend?”

“Fuck yes” you cuss.

Your friend hug you “honey, I’m sorry. Let’s go home, come on” You grab your things from behind the DJ booth and walk out of there. You don’t see Joel on the way out and at this point you don’t want to know where he is.

A couple of days later, you’re at the café having a coffee with your friends. It’s afternoon, it’s hot, and you’re sitting at the tables outside, under white big umbrellas, chatting. There’s a beautiful sun and a pleasant breeze, one of your friend is telling you about a very strange dream she had, and you’re all laughing when your phone vibrates on the table.

It's Joel. What a nerve this guy has.

“Fuck” you hiss and your friends immediately get nervous “what’s going on?”

You roll your eyes and reply “it’s Joel”

“Oh my god” your friend says “and what did he write?”

You click on the notification and read “Hi, I’m sorry about Saturday but I promise my girlfriend and I are over. Can I come visit you so we can talk?”

And you think, “Who can guarantee that? Who can tell me that you don’t have a foot in both camps? I don’t like that. I don’t want that”

Your friends tell you the exact same thing, you live in two different cities, you’ll never know if he really left her, this guy wants to play a double game. It’s always like this.

Fuck Joel.

“There’s nothing to talk about, don’t text me again, please”

Forget about him, you tell to yourself.

Yes, he’s handsome and he made you feel good but no guy will make you his lover. You deserve better and the other girl deserves better too. You don’t even know her but you feel sorry for her.

It’s that time of year again, you’re at the beach with your friends at one of your favorite resort’s beach parties.

You move through the hot, dancing crowd to reach the bar while the dj plays Rock & Roll Queen by the Subways.

You order shots of tequila, salt and lemon, take the salt holder and sprinkle some on the back of your hand just under your thumb along with your friends, you carefully take the lemon slice without dropping the salt and hold the glass in the other hand.

You lick the salt, down the shots in one gulp and pop the lemon in your mouth.

The tequila burns your throat but the lemon gives immediate relief and freshness.

It’s good, it’s all good, it’s your number 4 shots and at this point you’re starting to feel pleasantly drunk, your head is spinning a little and the pounding sound of the speakers makes you feel high but you're still fine, having fun as usual.

6 is your limit, after 6 you’re fucked up.Just another one, you think, and then I’ll stop.

You go back to the middle of the dance floor and hear the beginning of Killing in the name of by Rage Against the Machine. There’s something about this song that makes you feel like you can conquer the whole world, it’s inexplicable but it works every time.

You run to the DJ booth where there are two large, heavy wooden boxes on the sides and you climb onto one of them to dance.

It's kind of like a disco cube, but you're on the beach and if you look ahead you see a stretch of sand and the sea. The dance floor during the day is a basketball court.

A friend of yours climbs up with you while the others watch you from below laughing and dancing.

You sing at the top of your lungs as you dance on the cube and smile at your friends. They are always there for you and they are the closest friends you have.

Your girls are great, the best you could ask for.

You turn to the DJ making a heart with your hands laughing when he does it back to you. You never get bored at these parties and it's certainly also thanks to him and his playlists.

You get off the cube at the end of the song and approach the bar with the girls again.

The last shot is rum and it burns even more than tequila. They serve it with a small glass of pear juice on the side.

You dance some more until you tell your friends you're going away for a smoke.

You stand on the side of the dance floor sitting on a wall, feeling really tipsy but not completely drunk.

You love this place, you always did. It’s like a comforting ritual, coming here every friday night, dancing with your friends, having some drinks, sometimes even hooking up.

You can dress like the hell you want, you can avoid painful heels and stuff, no one has a bad thing to say, you can go dance on the sand barefoot, you can leave your stuff behind the DJ booth without fear of someone stealing it.

You really like dancing, it’s liberating and it’s so much fun.

You throw your cigarette on the ground and put it out under your shoe, then throw the butt in the bin near the entrance.

You head towards the bathrooms, greeting a girl you know, and get in line.

A couple next to you is making out and you think you'd like to do the same with someone.

Damn alcohol, it makes you stupid and horny.

You go into the bathroom and pee, wash your hands, fix your hair and go out. You're trying to get back to your friends when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn around and see a guy who reminds you of someone but you're tipsy, your vision feels a little blurry, maybe you're wrong.

“Hey pretty, would you like a drink?”

You know this voice, you've talked to this dude before. And suddenly you recognize him.

Oh shit.

It’s Joel.

You haven't seen him in a year, he hasn't written to you since you rejected him. You had him relegated to the corner of your brain where you never look, the one where you put unpleasant things to move on.

He’s still gorgeous, with slightly longer hair. He looks at you with a puzzled face because you haven’t said a word yet, probably he doesn’t remember you.

“Are you okay?” he asks. And you answer “yes. yes I’m fine. It’s just… My hair was a different color last year but…don’t you recognize me?”

He raises an eyebrow and looks you up and down. “No…and honestly I feel like a real idiot right now, you’re gorgeous”

It's unbelievable. He didn’t recognize you but he just tried to hit up on you again.

You tell him your name and his eyes widen and his mouth agape: “oh fuck. Oh fuck, it’s you”

“Yeah, here we go again”

He scratches the beard on his jaw “oh well… you’re always stunning” he says, and shrugs his shoulders, raising his arms as if to say “it’s not my fault”.

You don’t know whether to feel flattered or insulted. After all, if he tried again even without knowing it was you, you must really be his type.

Or maybe it's just a coincidence, he wanted someone and you just happened to be in his sights at the right time.

“So? Do you still have a girlfriend?” You ask, crossing your arm on your chest.

“Not anymore” he smirk and and you look at him full of suspicion, furrowing your brows “Is it the truth?”

“Yes, it is.” You’re still in doubt, you take a deep breath while he add “I swear!”

You roll your eyes.

You shouldn’t believe him and you know it. But he’s incredibly handsome and he seems to still want you and last year he kissed you in a way…and then you’re half drunk and that doesn’t help.

“So, do you want something to drink?” And you should just say no, I don’t want anything, turn on your heels and go back to your friends. But unexpectedly your mouth decides otherwise. He smiles smugly and you feel your knees weak. His beautiful brown eyes, you don’t even know how to argue with them as you watch him showing off his puppy look.

Damn Joel, and his eyes.

He puts his arm around your waist and leads you to the bar. You feel like you’re floating in a bubble of horniness.

Pathetic.

It’s the second time and you just lose the ability to say no to him. The way his hand grip around your side, so big and warm, the way he smells clean and minty and slightly citrusy, his luscious hair in which you just want to bury your fingers intertwined with his curls, his lips so plumped and soft that make you hungry…he’s too much and you’re too tipsy.

He orders a shot for you and you drink it, you slide it down your throat like it was nothing.

Joel drags you to the dance floor taking you in his arms, his body pressed against yours and his hands on your back, your hips move in sync as if you both had a muscle memory that had been dormant for a whole year and was immediately reawakened as soon as your bodies met again.

“God, baby, I want you so bad” he whispers in your ear, taking your lobe between his teeth and nibbling at it.

You shiver at the sensation, feeling your head empty and you body overflowing with desire.

“Would you like to take a walk on the beach?” He teases and you nod.

You push your way to the crowd and it’s like a deja-vu that hits you and leaves you numb, he holds you close to him as you walk down the wooden plank path lined with umbrellas and sun loungers that leads to the seashore.

You get halfway down the path when he stops and looks you in the eye “I’ve missed this” If you were completely lucid you’d think that was a bit of a stretch considering you’ve only seen each other once but right now you’re blinded and needy and incredibly horny for him.

He kisses you, lacing his lips with yours, insinuating his tongue into your mouth, feverishly searching for yours. He’s ravenous, just like you remembered him.

You both gasp and when you pull away you laugh softly looking at each other. There is indeed an inexplicable chemistry between the two of you, there is no denying it.

“Shall we sit down?” he murmurs and leads you to one of the loungers.

You continue to kiss as if you were drinking from each other's mouths in a desperate attempt to quench your thirst.

His lips are gorgeous, soft as a feather pillow, fiery as hell, they taste deliciously of tequila and strawberry syrup like the shot you just had.

The music and the crowd are far away, everything around is isolated and silent except for the sound of waves in the distance. The sand has crept into your shoes but you don't care. The sea breeze makes you shiver pleasantly in his arms, it’s all so confusing but beautiful. Joel makes you lie down next to him on the lounger.

You feel so good in his arm, all wrapped around you as he explores every inch of your exposed skin, fingertips a little bit calloused, thick just like you remembered.

The sound and the vibration of his groans into your mouth are so addictive and make you wet instantly.

So wet it’s almost embarrassing.

“I want…” he mumbles and you purr “what?”

“I want to eat you out, babe” he says in a breath

“Here?” Your eyes widen and you feel immediately alarmed. “What if someone see us?!”

“There’s not a soul here, they’re all at the party, no one will see us” he reassures you “If you don’t want it though…”

“Oh no, i want it” you nod repeatedly “I want it so bad” you tug at his shirt looking at him in his damn puppy eyes .

“Okay…” you whisper, still unsure but eager at the same time.

The lounger is is reclined, so it allows you to lean up to your back on the backrest, he lies on his stomach at the bottom of it, with his legs dangling out on either side.

He lifts your skirt and stares at your wet panties. “Still soaking wet for me,” he grins.

You should be ashamed of yourself for indulging in with this guy again? Probably, but it’s not like you give a damn right now. You only want to feel his tongue on your cunt. Playing with your clit.

So you smile, you giggle and let yourself sink into this mess.

He lowers on you leaving a kiss on the wet spot on your underwear and suddenly stick out his tongue to lick it. Just a little flick that leaves you needy and hot.

“Are you going to make me beg for it?” You ask impatiently, your arousal deepening your voice.

He laugh and shake his head “Would you like that?” There’s something a little bit too bold about him, a cocky undertone that you’re not bothered to address right now, you’re still yourself though and you’re not one to do so many ceremonies when it comes to sex.

So you reply “Oh shut up, use this tongue of yours to make me scream already”

He smirks and punctuates “Bossy, huh? I love it” and then he lowers over your pussy and licks again at your panties, a long lap this time, grazing lightly at your clit with his teeth. His eyes are still fixed on yours as his tongue moves over his lower lips, savoring the taste of your cunt “so fucking sweet, babe.”

He slides his fingers into the sides of your panties and slowly pulls them down as you lift your hips to help him.

“Fuck, baby, it’s even better than I thought… I can’ stop looking at her”

His fingers run up your thighs, brushing your skin, they get closer to your center without stopping to stare at it “I was right to want to eat you out last time. God, look at her…” and he runs a finger over your folds “perfect..so perfect.”

You can read eagerness and desire in his eyes, and it makes you feel even less inclined to wait, it’s been a while since anyone's done this to you, your toy is very efficient but you reluctantly have to admit that it's not like feeling a man between your thighs.

He finally presses his lips to your clit and you moan, moan loudly and Joel laughs “You horny little thing”

His tongue runs the entire length of your pussy, from bottom to top and stops again on your clit, swirling above it.

“Yes, oh my god YES”

You should try to be quieter but you can't, not when Joel has decided to devour you, opening your folds with two fingers and dipping his tongue inside you, his nose bumping against your clit giving you shocks of pleasure that shake your whole body.

You squirm and you feel his big hand grabbing your hip, holding you in place “be a good girl, let me do my job” he pulls away from you for just a moment and you can barely see him down there but you can feel every single motion so intensely, his scruffy beard deliciously scratching on your skin so clearly, your senses other than sight so incredibly amplified that you almost begin to appreciate being eat out in the dark, you don’t even care about being busted.

You should really stop walking on this dangerous path but the contrast between the fresh air and Joel's warm mouth is driving you crazy, you feel a ringing in your ears, a tingling sensation that envelops you, you want more.

“Mmm baby, I want to drink you all. I want to dig so deep into you you would think that no one will ever make you feel this good again”

There is an underlaying claim in his voice, a need to be praised and recognized, a need to know for sure that he’s doing the best you can ask for so you heap praise on him, burying a hand in his curls, pushing him into your pussy, bucking your hips regardless his large hand digging in your skin, probably leaving bruised that would be your honor badge tomorrow.

“You’re so fucking great, Joel OH. FUCK. Please don’t stop don’t stop dontstop” and your words die a little in your throat as you try to not fall into his rabbit hole, but it’s too late.

You’re there when he makes his way into you with two of his thick fingers, curling them up, reaching for that inner spot that makes you see stars, knuckles deep into you pumping your pleasure up. His lips close on your clit sucking it into his mouth.

His mouth is soft, experienced, licks and sucks on your butterfly wings in purposeful movements, attentive but relentless as a man starved.

You can feel your juice flowing through your folds, dripping on your thighs and Joel’s tongue searching for every drop of it, digging into your hole, flicking on your bud, caressing your outer lip, you feel like he’s everywhere on you and you’re just seconds away from exploding.

“Yeah baby, give it to me, let me see how wild you can be, let me know how gushed you can get”

Your head spins at the sounds of his words and it gets even worse when his hand moves to your breasts over your top and bra searching for your nipple, his fingertips brushing it while he continues to hold his mouth laced with your pussy.

You whine and tug at his hair, calling his name repeatedly like a litany as he circles around your clit again in sync with his fingers filling your hole and you lay down your metaphorical weapons and indulge in a devastating orgasm.

It washes over you like waves of a stormy sea, making you drown completely into that deep part of you that just wants to feel that exquisite filthy hurricane run over you.

He keeps drinking at you until your body calms down and your moans fade away little by little, giving you back the ability to breathe normally.

“Fuck” you gasp “Holy fucking fuck”

Joel laughs “Something tells me you liked it, don’t you?”

He helps you fixing your panties and comes back up next to you and brings his fingers coated in your juice to your lips, smearing it over them “lick them clean, baby, taste how sweet you are”

You welcome his fingers up to the knuckles, wrapping them with your tongue, sucking greedily “such a good girl for me”

When he makes them pop out of your lips, you move closer to him and hide your face in the warmth of his chest while his hand caresses your back.

You're not thinking about anything, not about your friends who will be looking for you nor about how you should have said no to all of this, your head is only full of what he just made you feel.

And you feel the need to return the favor, the burning desire to taste him like you didn't last time.

You move to the bottom of the lounger, sitting on your heels and letting him lean his back against the backrest like you did before.

“Now it’s my turn.” You coo

“Are you sure?”

“I’m 100% sure” you can glimpse a sparkle in his eyes even if it’s dark as you put your hand over the bulge in his denim cargo shorts “someone is going to have a treat tonight, I’m fucking good at it” you murmur as you rub it over the fabric and he gasps at your touch then smirking and saying “yeah? you think you can handle this in your mouth?”

“You bet I can” you reply, your voice playfully offended.

“Then show me how good you are, baby” he order in a hushed tone.

Your fingers play with the button of his shorts, undoing it an instant later and unzipping, putting them down to his knees as he helps you moving his hips hastily.

Your hand is on his bulge again, massaging through the fabric and you see him swallowing and trying to take a long breath and you can see his pearly white teeth in the dark framed by a his mouth tug into a smile. You lower his underwear as well, just enough to pull his cock out, hard and throbbing already. It’s even bigger than you remembered, the most amazing thick, long, straight shaft you’ve ever seen.

His balls are big too, they hang heavy underneath.

It should belong in an erotic museum or something, someone should produce dildos inspired by Joel's cock.

The prominent veins along its length make you salivate and its big, red, swollen tip immediately compels you to lick it, a little kitty lick just to taste his precum that is already dripping from him.

It’s salty and musky as invades your mouth, it makes you even more needy.

He’s silent, just trying not to lose it already you suppose, the anticipation could be cut with a knife right now, it floats in the air like a thick fog between you.

You wrap your lips around his tip, swirling around it with your tongue, and then you go down on him, more and more, taking all you can in your mouth, it’s heavy and hot and intoxicating, you can deny that you’re imagining how good it would be if he also fills your pussy afterwards. Your cunt throb wildly between you legs as it reaches the back of your throat and your nose bumps into his curls.

You feel tears stinging your eyes and you blink them back along with your gag reflex, wrapping your hand at the base and starting working your mouth over his cock a moment after. Your head goes graciously up and down, licking and sucking, focusing on the redden mushroom.

It might be intimidating for someone but not for you, you’re thrilled by the challenge.

He grunts and whines bucking his hips into you hissing “fuck yeah, suck it baby, just like that… you’re doing so good” his voice sounds like it comes from a cave, deep and raspy.

You take it out of your mouth holding it with your hand and go down to lick one of his balls, it’s a little bit too hairy for your liking but you won’t whine about it. You swirl your tongue around it, take it between your lips and suck, feeling him move beneath you. Run your tongue up from the base to the tip, rubbing it with your hand, up and down on his silky skin coated in your saliva.

You pop it out again and you hold it with both of your hands because it’s this long and big and you can rub the entire length this way, he writhes uncontrollably under your touch and you bite your lower lip, you’re loving making him so desperate. You can even hear it in his labored breathing and you can’t resist going down on his tip again, so red and swollen you could swear he’s about to spurt in your face if you’re not fast enough to get out of the way.

His voice is now so broken and distraught that he can pull off only a sequence of “fuck" and “OH MY GOD” and you’re feeling pride rise in your chest. Still fucking good at it, like you said.

You put it in your mouth again, sucking on it like the most amazing lollipop you’ve ever had and little streaks of saliva slip down your chin, pooling at his base.

You’re probably under a spell because no cock has ever felt so tasty in your mouth, you just can’t stop. And you don’t, until you feel him squirting long strings of semen onto the roof of your mouth and down your throat.

His moans fill your ears as his spending is filling your mouth and your clit ache terribly.

You suck him clean and he relaxes between your lips.

“Fuck, you weren't lying.” he whispers and you proudly reply “I told you so”

“Come here, you little slut” and you laugh ‘cause even this slur feels good. Fuck this guy.

You move in his arms again. You hide your face in the crook of his neck inhaling his scent and he says “Just give me a minute, we’re not done yet.”

You look at him, raising an eyebrow “Oh yeah?”

“As long as you let me fuck you” he says simply “it’s your choice, baby” and those words are enough to make you gushing in your panties again.

“Good job, mister, you asked very nicely” you coo and he smiles taking your lips again in a sweet gentle kiss that feels like heaven.

He’s crumbling your beliefs to not have sex with strangers. Well, technically, he’s not a total stranger and you’re never been so horny before.

The two of you kiss for a while until he asks you to straddle him. You pull his shorts down to his ankles so they’re out of the way and you do. You take his cock in your hand and feel it hardening again, his eyes fixed on you.

You smile mischievously at him as you pull your panties aside and begin to move down on him, keeping one hand at the base of his cock.

You're soaked but you still have to proceed slowly, inch by inch his shaft makes his way inside you, he grunts as he feels your walls widen for him, stretching your core.

He's trying hard to let you do it and not move his hips but you can feel his cock throbbing, it burns a little at first but quickly the sensation turns into a pleasant warmth.

“You’re good?” He asks and you instantly reply “Yes, yes, I feel so full”

“Right, so full of me, baby” he says huskily.

You take a deep breath as you begin to move on top of him, your clit rubbing against his bush, his hand squeezes your hip over your dress, his hand squeezes your hip over your dress, accompanying your thrusts “Yes, just like that, baby, keep going” He’s bucking his hips into you, sinking deeper and deeper into your pussy, you’re on the verge of losing your mind and you just lower your dress and bra and reveal your breasts, you grab his arm and put one of his hands on your breast “touch me” you beg him between moans “touch me, please”

“FUCK” he cuss as he grabs your tit and squeezes it, your nipples rubbing against his palm, you continue to ride him and feel your fluids slipping out of you, wetting your thighs and sliding over his skin.

You place your hand on him, moving it in circles with his, seeking more friction and he takes up the invitation, rubbing harder on your bud.

“You feel so good, so fucking good baby” he groans “go ahead, choke my cock”

You whimper, placing your hands on the lounger and leaning your back backwards while you fasten your pace.

He pushes into you relentlessly, you keep moving swinging your hips, you feel him slamming against your cervix just right in this position, again and again in lewd squelching sounds.

“I'm coming, I'm coming Joel,” you stammer.

“I feel it, I feel it baby, come for me, come all over my cock”

Your cunt clench around him, you feel delirious, totally cock drunk, and yet you can't help but place a hand on your clit, jerking it furiously “Oh my God yes- Fuck - yesyesyes” you’re a babbling mess and Joel too, neither of you are thinking anymore about the fact that you are out in the open and someone might see you, you’re loud and frantic and a moment later you’re gushing over his cock, your orgasm dripping all over him.

“Where do you want me?” he asks in a broken voice

“Inside”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes - FUCK - I'm on the pill” It's true, you started this year due to some period problems you had “Fill me up - just - fuck - fill me up, please” you mutter.

A couple more thrusts and he explodes inside you, painting your walls, squeezing your hips tightly, his fingers buried in your flesh.

He keeps thrusting into you until he’s calm and then slips out and takes you in him arm. You abandon your head against his chest, feeling his seed slowly trickling down and it’s a sensation you never experienced before, you’re not used to make guys come inside but Joel it just felt right. You don’t even feel drunk anymore, you’re drunk on him.

“God darling, that was so amazing,” he whispers as he kisses your hair and holds you tight.

And you smile. You smile like an idiot, a totally well pleased idiot though.

And just when you're thinking that nothing could ruin this moment you hear voices approaching from the seashore, you look at Joel with wide eyes and you dress faster than the light and run across the sand to return to the party. Was it someone returning from a night walk? The police? You'll never know. You stop as soon as you reach the end of the walkway, you look at each other and laugh out loud while you feel your heart beating like a drum in your chest.

“Fuck” you hiss under your breath “I hope they didn't see us!”

“Maybe they enjoyed the show” Joel says mischievously.

You are officially sober after the scare, you slap Joel's arm laughing and rolling your eyes "come on, mister exhibitionist, help me find my friends" You take his hand and you make your way towards the DJ console, where luckily you find the girls again. They all open their eyes wide when they see you come back with him but your smile this time tells them a different story.

They don't even ask you where you were and you rush to apologize for leaving without warning.

They look at each other, still suspicious and you can understand why, they love you and don't trust Joel. Joel for his part smiles at everyone and introduces himself, casual and self-confident as if they didn't know what happened last year.

You talk to them for a bit and you think he really knows his stuff because your friends seem a lot less nervous than before, in the meantime you see a boy with dark hair approaching, he has a mustache and a bit of a beard and features that resemble Joel's.

He taps Joel on the arm and exclaims "Hey! Where the fuck were you?"

Joel immediately turns to him and it's clear that he knows him "Hey Tommy! Um... actually, I was with her"

Tommy shifts his gaze to you and his big dark eyes scrutinize you carefully as he shakes your hand "Nice to meet you, Tommy, this idiot's brother"

Oh.

You didn't know he had a brother, he never told you about him. In your new state of sobriety you realize that you haven't talked about a damn thing.

You were so euphoric that you didn't think about it until now.

Tommy is slightly shorter but just as attractive, you smile warmly at him and he smiles back but then turns back to Joel “me and the others are going home, are you coming?”.

Joel sadly replies “yeah, sure, just give me a minute”.

He takes your hand and you move away from them a little, you look into his eyes and think that maybe you could think of getting lost in that look, despite your lack of faith in relationships and especially in men.

“I have to go” he says squeezing both your hands in his “do you think I can use your number this time?” He has such a sweet look that you can only say “yes, sure” and you kiss him again, feeling like you’re in one of those stupid romantic comedies.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” Joel whispers when you break the kiss.

He smiles with his whole face, eyes crinkled at the edges and lips curved into a smirk. He’s so damn beautiful.

You walk back to Tommy and your friends and Joel says “we can go” turning back to you and smiling at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. You feel your knees buckle and a tiny twinge in the corner of your heart at the thought that he lives 3 hours away and you don’t know when you’ll see him again. It doesn’t matter, you think, it’s worth it.

You and your friends grab your stuff behind the DJ booth, say goodbye, and head out to the parking lot. You know they're all waiting until you get to the car to pepper you with questions and giggles.

You feel like you're walking on a cloud.

The parking lot is pretty big and dark at this hour, you hear voices coming from some cars to the left and at first you don’t pay attention, then you clearly hear “Holy shit Joel!” and you stop.

It’s Tommy’s voice and from his tone he doesn’t seem happy.

You stay still without making any noise, hoping that the darkness will come to your aid.

“What do you plan on telling Tess when that girl calls you? Are you going to keep this a secret from her? Are you going to leave her?”

Your heart freezes.

No, not again.

“She’s been your girlfriend for three years, for Christ’s sake.”

You don’t hear Joel’s response, just Tommy screaming.

And you don’t care, he still has a girlfriend. Joel still has a girlfriend, even though he swore he’d dumped her.

You don't need to know anything else. You take your phone out of your bag, scroll through your contacts and block his number.

Your unaware friends have already reached the car and are putting their bags in the back seat. You reach them before they can call you out loud and slide into the back seat next to the bags, while they argue about who should sit in front you close your eyes and pretend to be asleep.

You don't have the strength to admit that you were wrong, you don't have the strength to see them sad for you.

Sometimes life doesn't go the way we want it to, you'll swallow this morsel too in the end. It's just more bitter than you expected.

You're not shaking, it's just a little bit of you that's gone.

[givemeonereason]

What Have You Done to Me Part 1

Part 2 (+18)

Photo credit to @3_kaguyab

Rating: 16+ language, suggestive content

A/n: Kento is DADDY. That suit and tie, yummy, yummy, cum all over my tummy. But I honestly can’t get over his JJ High look. I would have fallen for him HARDDDD. This man listens to hard rock because it’s cool, and drinks tea in the evenings.

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Kento Nanami has a permanent frown of displeasure on his face.

You can see it in his downward curved lips in the reflection in the car window. His elbow was resting on the window sill and his head lay against the palm of his hand.

Yu Haibara was laughing loudly at a lude joke Geto said, elbowing Nanami in the side, which made Kento narrow his eyes and mumble under his breath, fogging up the glass.

“What’s wrong Nanami? Can’t take a joke?” Yu elbowed him again.

Kento barely turned his cheek towards Yu, only as much is eye roll would let him. “You need to learn some better jokes.”

Gojo is chortling in shot gun, slapping his hand against his thigh.

“It’s not that funny, Satoru.” Geto spat at him making Gojo wheeze more with laughter.

Yu was laughing now as well.

The vapid display only making Nanami rolled his eyes and sighed deeply, sulking back against the window.

And I’m stuck here with these idiots…

Men.

Or more like little boys.

“You guys really need to stop being so mean to Kento.” You didn’t even look up from the mobile game you were playing from the third row of the SUV.

Yu turned back towards you giving you that knowing look. “The joke wasn’t about him, but you always have to swoop in to defend him? You must really….”

You cut Yu off, “sure, he’s an easy target, but you guys take it too far.”

Satoru’s hands are behind his head when he looks towards the back, not able to see his eyes behind the tint of his glasses. “Ughhh! You don’t have to be so loud about it! Get a room and fuck him why don’t you.”

Suguru is the one to laugh now.

Yu is elbowing Kento again, which makes him elbow him back roughly.

You were unbothered by the violence, as this was a regular currency when you had to travel with these goons. You set your phone down into you lap to looking up toward the center console of the car. “And what if I do?” Challenging the great sorcerer of modern jujitsu.

All three; Geto, Gojo and Haibara are dying with laughter at your retort.

Yu is gasping for air and poking Kento in the shoulder. “She said she would fuck,” gasping and laughing, “she said she would fuck you.” He choked on his own saliva accumulating in the back of his throat. “You of all people.”

The boys kept laughing, Suguru and Satoru egging Nanami on.

Kento sunk into his seat, practically wanting to melt through the window and disintegrate into the afternoon air. He knows damn well they aren’t going to let him live this down. Not for a long while at the very minimum.

Why couldn’t she just let it go…

“God, why are you guys so fucking annoying?!” You almost shout over their giddy display. “What bastards you three are.”

You eyes move to Kento still slunk in his place. “I’m sorry Ken. I just hate that they tease you so much. It’s completely unwarranted.” You look over the others in the car with angered eyes. “They just want to be jackasses because they can be. And we know that they’re too full of themselves to actually pull any ladies for themselves.”

“Now just wait a moment.” Suguru chimed, the tone is his voice as velvety as ever.

“Ha-Yeah…” Sataru practically turned fully around over the center console.

“You three,” you poked Yu in the shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise. You narrowed you eyes to thin slits towards Satoru, “couldn’t bag a girl today if you tried.”

Yu crossed his arms over his chest. “I could pick a girl up anywhere, anytime.”

You raised an eyebrow, but you attention found its way back down to your phone. “Okay, sure, let’s see each one of you pick someone up today. There has to be literal proof.”

Satoru pointed toward Kento, “So you ask us to find someone and not him?”

You cut Gojo off, “he is excluded from this experiment, considering that I know for a fact that he could pick up a girl if he really wanted to.”

“Seeing Nanami actually pick up a girl is what I would really like to see.” Suguru smiled, looking back through the rear view mirror.

“I thought y/n was going to fuck him.” Yu said through another laugh, which caused another uproar of laughter from the other two animals in the front.

If the roll of your eyes exhibited in your skull had the power to shift gravity, the car itself might have hopefully thrown each of them out a broken window.

Absolute. assholes.

I hate having to go on mission with these guys. Why couldn’t I go with any of the girls instead? The thought piercing your frontal lobe. It mostly had to do with the lack therein of sorcerers in general, and even less femal sorcerers. As is the way of the world, right?

We’ll just see what they do….

Unfortunately sometimes you end up chewing on your own word cud.

All three of those fuckbois did in fact pick up ladies the evening you reached the costal town.

You would have thought pigs flew with how much they made such a big deal about.

You were wrong, and they proved you as such.

Cocky, arrogant, little boys way to excited to get their dicks wet.

Good for them.

At least you will have some semblance of peace and quiet from those numbskulls.

But, no.

Again, unfortunately for you, there was only three hotel rooms, two rooms for both sets of guys, and your own.

This meant that Yu kicked Kento out of his room, demanding he make like a leaf and shake y/n’s bed with pleasure instead.

But you weren’t even in your room when his knuckles rapped at the door.

Your cellphone buzzed against the corner table of ramen shop you’ve been sitting in for over two hours now.

“Where are you?” Nanami said into the phone, his tone a little worried. “Yu kicked me out. He brought a girl back to the room.” He looked to the door of the room he was supposed to share with Yu. “They are all taking this bet you had with them a little too seriously.”

“Why do you think I went for ramen. I refuse to listen to audible porn. I’ll send you my location. You can join me if you’d like.”

When he pressed the red end call button of his phone screen, he quickened his pace towards and down the hotel’s flight of stairs. Loitering in the hallway would only result in Nanami forcible having to volunteer holding a recording cellphone for Gojo to make a homemade tape.

No. Way.

And honestly, no one can complain about late night ramen, especially Kento. It’s simple, warm; meat and veggies and lots of umami. It could possibly be his second favorite meal, behind a good sandwich of course.

“You wouldn’t mind me staying with you tonight?” He slurped his noodles, smiling at the taste in his mouth. “I will sleep on the couch.”

You were writing down notes in a small notepad you carry round with you during missions. “I don’t have a problem with that. But you know that will give them another reason for them to tease you.”

The realization painted across Kento’s face.

“I’m sorry Ken. I probably made it worse earlier, but you don’t deserve the way they treat you.” You closed your notepad, wrapping the leather cord around the binding. “They say shit because you’re actually smart, talented AND handsome. They can’t really compete with you.”

He was looking at you, blinking. The bean sprout grasped by his chopsticks hovering close to his mouth.

“What?” You saw the way his eyes dilated when they met yours, his cheeks flush with color and not just from the hot broth. It made you giggle, your own cheeks slightly radiating.

“I think you can get any woman you so please.” You took a long drag from the glass of water in front of you. It gave you a reason to break the burning eye contact.

He continued to eat silently before you spoke up. “It’s getting very late.” You look at the time flashing on your phone screen. “Maybe we should get back if we want to get any sleep before tomorrow’s excursion. I have to assume they are done?” It wasn’t really a question, more of a hopeful statement.

Kento nodded in agreement He finished his bowl quickly and paid for you both, even though you persisted to try and pay at least for your own.

The walk back to the hotel was filled with more silence aside from the patter of both sets of shoes against the pavement. His hands in his pockets and your fingers gripping at the sleeves of your uniform jacket.

Why do I have such a pull to hold his hand? Just a small touch would satiate the pounding in your chest.

You grip tighted, your knuckles white, choosing to stare down at your feet the rest of the way back to the hotel.

With the night being half over, you doubt you will get any sleep tonight.

When you laid in bed, you faced the opposite direction of the couch where he rested. You could hear his shallow breathe against the pillow you gave him.

Your body ready for sleep, but your mind ablaze with overthinking.

After all the things you said, do you actually have feelings for him?

Sure, he’s very sweet and you’ve always gotten along.

It probably has to do with your similar work ethic. You both take your studies very seriously.

He’s always been a talented combatant, but his general studies knowledge is beyond compare too.

And gosh, he’s so good with numbers. They make your head spin. How many times did you have to ask him for help with your calculus homework? But he explains it so easily in a way that you understand.

You slowly turn as to not make the mattress creak, looking at his silhouette in the dark room.

Do I like him?

“What if I do fuck him”

What if I do.

Him on top of me, now.

Your face burned, heartbeat overpowering and the ringing in your ears. You turn quickly, despite the rickety screech of the mattress to burry your face into your pillow.

Shut up!

Fuck.

Kento.

Fuck.

Nanami.

Fuuuuuuuuck.

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[wherenymphsroam]

Game! Ship your mutuals with a character YOU think they match with 🤭

eee omg !! okay umm im So Sorry if some of these are maybe inaccurate or doesn’t make sense because most of these will be based off just overall vibes or A Feeling I’m Getting so !!

@kiorcel re4 leon !!! whether on a more romantic or platonic level, I feel like you guys def have vibes that would just Click. we haven’t interacted directly, but from what I’ve seen, it would be so funny to see how ur guys’ humor would flow with each other !!! see you guys as sort of a brother + sister that irritate each other for shits n giggles then apologize with a ‘hey wanna go grab mcdonalds, i’ll buy’ later that night :3

@90sbee HELENA !!!!! like first person to spring to mind was BAM helena. u guys are so girlfriends like,, very much envisioning checking + touching each others makeup up (her swiping an extra eyelash off ur cheek), u bamboozling her with lipgloss kisses b4 you guys go out for the night (she gets dramatic and almost convinced you she wiped the mark off, but the light catches the gloss on her cheek later that evening and she only smiles when you realize). def puts her hand in ur back pocket whenever u wear jeans :o

@burningcoffeetimetravel okay this is actually making me wanna like rip my hair out but I actually found ur work on ao3 first !!! and for the life of me, I can’t find what piece it was in my history !!! but I remember reading it and just like- being overwhelmed by the amount of Warmth and Comfort you provided the poor guy, and this is definitely pushing my decision to assign u re6 Leon !! re6 was definitely when he was starting to spiral, that breaking point just coming toward him quicker and quicker. this assignment is necessary just based off the fact that that man needs a hug and I just Know you would hold him so dear :( (heavy heavy whump/hurt + comfort vibes here omg)

@ovaryacted im sorry I can’t look at ID leon without immediately attaching u to him JSNDUSHDUS !!!!! very much a power couple fr. thinking like, planning out ‘fancy dates’ and being hot in public and people, except u guys end up cutting the night short to go on a drive (obviously his ass is not behind the wheel) talking about everything and nothing !!!! like …. can also almost see a sort of bonnie n clyde dynamic there ….

@roseglazedlens I def have to say either nanami or jill !!! you just carry this air about you that screams like — loving domesticity, something the both of these poor things Need in a way they can’t admit to. you are sooo so sweet, they would not be able to resist just melting around you :(( have the potential to turn nanami into a sappy man that always Needs to nestle his face into the crook of ur neck first thing when he gets home !!!

🤍 DC CREATORS UNDER CUT !!!! 🤍

@iwantyouinacage im gonna say ID Leon !!!! still has some of that snark from re4, but is wiser in how he uses his words. not nearly as jaded, but jaded enough to want to take it out on someone !!! he would def be a very dynamic and flexible, something I figure u could appreciate 👀 that guy is fr a three in one dom !!!

@misscimi hi I would pay money to watch u with vendetta chris n leon :3 more specifically I need to see u and Chris bicker and him trying to tame u while leon ends up getting inadvertently cucked because things just devolved into u guys arguing :3

@bratphilia MIKEEEE MIKE MIKE MIKE !!!!! I feel so very strongly he would like the frills n the pink and just overall having a pretty doll on his hip :3 very very baseless assumption, but u would put a bow on his fleshlight n he would keep it there because he thinks it’s adorable. comes pouting to you to ‘super glue that thing back on, he must’ve fucked the damn thing thinking about you’ :3

@gilfhub hi I would pay money to watch you and damnation leon try and out ‘creep by radiohead’ each other. better yet, pulling popcorn out when he ends up saying ‘what do you even know about nickleback’ :3 (GET HIS ASS !!!!!!!!)

@sicbaby OOOOO DI LEON. DI LEON ALL THE WAY. sorry he would take such good care of you. the most patient out of all of them, but also the sharpest with his words and knowledge <3 he’s always getting a kick out of you, snorting under his breath at cute mannerisms, silently entertaining any teasing. but will flip the script so fast on u !!!

@dollfacefantasy ummmm i HAVE to say vendetta leon !!! you guys are very similar I think in how you go interact with your space, and I have a feeling you may even somewhat mirror each other in how you process/observe the world around u? anyways u guys are very much strangers that met at a bar and end up round back not even thirty minutes later panting into each others mouths type beat :3

@d10nyx i…. am very much seeing re2 leon with u. except he’s literally just the kid of the guy ur mom got married to, and he’s obviously the golden child and is favored as soon as he moves in, and you guys Hate each other. okay so what if he steals ur panties !!!! maybe you should put your dirty laundry in the wash right away instead of letting ur dirty laundry basket sit in the laundry room while you wait for a different wash load to be done !!!! please give him a sabotaged mayo oreo for me he deserves it thanks 🧍🏻‍♀️

[abbatoirablaze]

Locked Up, Chapter 15

Word Count:  1.2k

Warnings: mentions of injuries and incarceration.  Implied smut.  Mmf (throuple), homosexual relationships.   

“I don’t get it…why the fuck are they just letting it go on?”

Jake frowned from his spot at the bed while Lila changed the dressing of his stab wounds, “Lloyd…maybe i-“

“No…there’s no logic behind it, baby…they were supposed to spring us before this bull shit got anywhere to begin with,” he growled.  He stood up from his spot on the floor and began pacing the office like a tiger stalking along the wall, waiting for a way to make a move, “Hell.  If they really wanted to, I know that they could shut it down.  But they haven’t.  And now it’s really starting to piss me off.  I know that they weren’t happy about clearing your record, but damn it, they told me they would.  I bet they’re doing this to watch me sweat…bet they think this shit is funny.  Probably Suzanne trying to teach me a lesson for asking for too much…her words…not mine.”

“Well I’m not exactly keen on the idea of having to be wounded and having stab wounds so close to an impromptu bathroom….”

Lloyd growled at his boyfriend, “not now, Jake…”

Jake smirked, his brattiness ready to rear up as Lloyd stared him down like he was about to pounce, but he winced when Lila jostled him, “FUCK!”

Lloyd was immediately on the other side of his bed, a look of concern on his face, “shit, I’m sorry.  I’m just on edge, you know…I can’t help but worry about you two…and you’re right in front of me…a-are you okay baby boy?”

“That was a quick change,” Jake joked as he lifted Lloyd’s hands and kissed his knuckles, “maybe I should be getting hurt all the time.”

“That’s not funny, Jensen…”

“It is a little bit!” he smiled, trying to ease the tension in the room, “I mean…I have our girl Lila doting on me…and you’re being sweeter than I’ve ever seen…”

“Jake…”

“I’m just trying to lighten the mood,” he frowned, giving both his boyfriend and girlfriend a sad look, “I know that both of you have been a little stressed, especially with everything that’s going on…especially with being locked in here for going on three days now.  All three of us stink…”

“I just-I want us to be out of here.  I want us to be halfway across the world, not worrying about this shit hole ever again,” he said in a frustrated tone as he lifted Jake’s hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles, mirroring his boyfriends actions from just a few minutes ago.  Jake’s gaze softened and he felt bad about making a joke, and Lila gave her boyfriends a sad look when Lloyd’s other hand reached out to her and he stroked the back of her hand, “I want all three of us to be out of here…safe and-“

The noise outside the door made Lila and Jake jump in their spots, while Lloyd stopped speaking and sprang to his feet; ready for action. 

Both Lila and Jake gave him an unsure look as they heard gunfire. 

“Lloyd-“

But Lloyd was only smiling as he looked at them, “it’s about fucking time…this is it…”

“About time?” Lila asked, “What do you mean?”

“It means my people got sick and tired of waiting on those local idiots to figure something out.  It means that they gave up on trying to negotiate and said they’d take the job…”

“Wh-what does that mean?” Jake asked.

Lloyd’s smirk grew as he looked at his boyfriend, “it means that our ride is here, baby bear.  You ready to be a free man again?”

Jake’s heart felt like it froze in his chest as his eyes lit up, “re-really?

“Really,” Lloyd confirmed, looking then to his girlfriend, “you ready to leave this little game of doctor at the door, Lila?”

Lila bit her lip, looking between the two men that she loved before nodding, “just the three of us?”

“Just the three of us!” Lloyd confirmed sweetly. 

Lila agreed, nodding her head as she looked between Lloyd and Jake, “I don’t want to be left behind…le-let’s get out of here…”

“And just one week after the riots at the New York State Penitentiary, things have finally come to a close,” the television echoed, “in a riot that rocked a nation, global standards are being addressed to the incarceration of individuals!”

“Turn that shit off, princess…”

“We’re joined here by the tech billionaire who’s throwing his name in the hat in the name of human rights.  Tony St-“

“Turn it off, baby!” Lloyd grumbled, giving his girlfriend a look.

Lila bit her lip as she looked over her shoulder.  Lloyd was chuckling from his spot at the island, his gaze torn away from your second boyfriend while he made breakfast for the two of you as well as himself. 

Her heels clicked along the expensive marble flooring as she slid behind Jake, her arms wrapping around his slim waist. 

She was careful not to press herself into his back, knowing that the wounds, while mostly healed, were still very much tender. 

Jake sighed, putting down the spatula for a second, “you’re going to make me burn the French toast if I turn around.  And we both know how grumpy Lloyd gets when he has to watch you watch the news and eat burnt French toast.”

“Then don’t turn around.  I turned off the news, so if he’s grumpy now it’s on you,” she giggled, reaching down into Jake’s sleep pants.  The man’s jaw clenched as her hand wrapped around his cock and began to stroke him.  His own hands went to either side of the stove, his eyes closing as he moaned.  She leaned up on her tip toes and pressed a kiss to his shoulder blade, “I can work while you make us breakfast.”

“I don’t think I can work with you doing that…” Jake admitted in a sultry whisper, “fuck…Li…”

“You know you can’t get started without me,” Lloyd added in.  Lila and Jake both partially turned, looking at the more dominant force in their relationship and he smiled, “you two are such brats…teasing me like that.”

“Who said we were teasing?” Jake smirked as he pulled away from Lila.  She turned off the burners, and moved the pan to the cool side before looking at her boyfriends once more.

Jake had managed to make his way over to where Lloyd sat on the island. 

Lloyd’s eyes were all but glued to the hardened member standing at attention behind his sleep pants. 

“Eyes up here, big guy…”

Lloyd growled, pulling Jake by his waist into his arms, their lips crashing together.  Jake’s arms wrapped around Lloyd’s neck as he indulged his boyfriend.

“Don’t leave me out,” Lila teased, walking over to the couple, “I wanna play too!”

“Then come here, brat!” Lloyd grinned, breaking away from the kiss.  He playfully smacked Jake’s ass and gave him a sultry look before standing and taking his hand, “I’m going to destroy both of you two today…”

“Is that so?” Jake smirked as he started pulling Lloyd to the bedroom, while Lloyd pulled Lila, “because someone happened to promise me yesterday that neither one of us would be able to walk…and yet here we both are.”

“I was going easy on you, Jensen,” Lloyd smiled wolfishly, “can’t destroy your ass while you’re knocking up our good little doc, now can I?”

“Well why the hell not?”

“Oh Jake Jensen,” Lloyd growled as he began to chase after his boyfriend, “you and Lila are gonna be the death of me, baby bear.”

Chapter 16

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @prokey16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72, @cjand10, @angstylittleb1tch

[another-dr-another]

play clue!! tbh ive never played but it seems way more fun than twister -iris

Maeda, narrating - Yeah… how do you even win at Twister, again?

Maeda - I… think I’ve played Clue before, but it’s been a long while- I would’ve been fairly young, like…

Maeda - Maybe a pre-teen? At the oldest?

Maeda - But, y’know- Clue’s a lot more engaging, so…

~*~

Ōtori - Does anyone want to keep playing Clue?

Hatano - Yeah, I wanna play.

Hatano - Kobashikawa, I’ll uh… un-banish? Un-banish you, if you want to come be on my team and give me the answer.

Kobashikawa - I’m forming a new life for myself, over here, playing Twister.

Hatano - Fine! Have it your way then…

Tsurugi - …Tomori?

Tomori - Hm?

Tsurugi - …I’m so sorry. I have to abandon you-

Tomori - NO Tsurugi don’t you dare!

Tsurugi - I’ll be back! I’ll play Twister with you laaaater…

Tomori - Stop trying to trick me into believing you!

Tsurugi - At least let me hit three strikes! I’ve only lied and said I’ll play Twister twice now… I promise it’s an accident!

Tomori - You’re evil and cruel and I don’t need you.

Tomori - Okay, Maki, Kobashikawa- actually, Maki, are you playing?

Maki - Uh- yeah, I’ll play with you. Prolly hard to play Twister with just two people-

Maki - Is anyone else playing?

Maeda - …I’m so sorry, Tomori, I want to go play Clue-

Tomori - It’s okay, we can’t all be as cool as me, and have such amazing taste…

Maeda - I’ll play later!

Tomori - That’s what they all say!

Tomori - …I’m just teasing, of course~

Hatano - That’s four for Clue… Ira, you playing?

Iranami - …

Iranami - Actually, I want to go play Twister-

Iranami - Uh, clown… flexible, y’know?

Tomori - …Iranami, would you be interested in cheer?

Tomori - …If we get out of here, would we still go to Hopes Peak?

Kobashikawa - …I think that depends on exactly what happened in the first place…

Tomori - Mmm… well, if we do, you should join cheer with me, Iranami- if you’re interested!

Tomori - But I think you’d be good at it.

Iranami - Oh…

Tomori - You, uh… enjoy acrobatics right? That’s kinda in that niche…

//Maeda has drifted over to the other side of the room, and is working on getting the game set up.

Ōtori - …Y’know, having the table here doesn’t really help when there’s still no place to sit.

Tsurugi - Oh, give it a sec…

Tsurugi - Tomori, help me move the couch real quick?

Tomori - Oh, sure… which one?

Tsurugi - Uh…

//He points to the couch Maeda was sitting at.

Tsurugi - That one? Should be easier to maneuver.

Tomori - Yeah, sounds good!

//The two make quick work of moving the couch- Maki starts to move the Twister mat, which they were laying out, with Iranami rushing to help her. Kobashikawa grabs the box, and together, the three clear a path for the couch to travel along. Maeda does his best to stay out of the way-

Maeda - Ah!

//But bumps into Uehara, and almost knocks them both over.

Uehara - Gh!

//Uehara grabs Maeda- he’s thrown a bit off balance, but between the two of them, they manage to keep their balance, and eventually right themselves.

Maeda - I am- I am so sorry…

Uehara - It- It’s fine…

//He winces briefly, and shudders. Uehara takes a moment to shake the incident off, and smiles at Maeda.

Uehara - Seriously, dude. It’s kinda a crowded space, it can be difficult to keep track of everything-

Uehara - I was actually about to turn around, and I think I would’ve cuffed you right in the head if you hadn’t… forcibly alerted me to your presence-

Uehara - Hey, lucky, right?

Maeda - …Funny.

//Uehara laughs weakly.

Tsurugi - …So, the couch is-

Uehara - OH Jesus, Tsurugi. Fucking- startled me, damn.

Tsurugi - …On edge?

Uehara - …A bit, yeah…

Tsurugi - Hm… gonna play Clue, or Twister? Or something else?

Uehara - You’re playing Clue, yeah?

//Tsurugi nods- Maeda glances away, at the game preparations. 

Uehara - Okay… can I just watch you play?

Tsurugi - Yeah, of course!

//Ōtori has the board set up, and is watching Hatano as she shuffles the cards- after a moment, she passes them to him, and watches very intensely as he selects a culprit, weapon, and room, and places them in the envelope, ensuring he doesn’t sneak a look. 

Tsurugi - …You prolly didn’t expect me to say no- if anyone says it’s unfair, I’ll… I’ll bite them. Okay?

Uehara, softly - Sounds great. 

Tsurugi, smiling - Great.

//Content with Ōtori’s honesty, Hatano goes to start grabbing notebooks, just to pause, and glance over at Maeda, Uehara, and Tsurugi.

Hatano - …Maeda, Ōtori, Tsurugi, me…

Hatano - Are you playing, Uehara?

Uehara - Nah, just gonna watch.

Hatano - Okay, we have space for two more players, then…

Hatano - …

Hatano, cringing - …

Hatano - Taira, Higa, do you two want to play?

Taira - …Better than Twister- sure, I’ll play again..

//Higa glances at the group playing Twister- specifically, he seems to be thinking abt Maki, and Kobashikawa. He looks back at the current Clue crew, noting Hatano’s strained expression… and Tsurugi, curiously watching him.

Higa - …

Higa, quietly - Yeah, I’ll play. 

Hatano - Okay, cool…

Ōtori - …I’m not really using this chair- does someone want it? I’ll just ask you all to move my piece for me.

Taira - …Yeah, sure. Thank you, Ōtori.

//Taira moves the chair over to be next to Hatano’s seat, with a bit of difficult maneuvering. Ōtori remains on the Billiards table, while Maeda sits on the couch, now positioned on the opposite side of the table as Hatano and Taira. Tsurugi sits on the other end of the couch, and despite there being room left on the couch, Uehara positions himself on the couch’s arm, shifting around periodically to try and make his long limbs cooperate with him. 

//There aren’t any spots remaining. Higa shifts awkwardly.

Maeda - …

Maeda - Uh, let me-

//Maeda starts to shift over, making room for Higa to sit-

Higa - For me? It’s fine, I can make do.

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - You see the projector? It’s resting on a little stool thing, go steal that.

Higa - …I-

Tsurugi - Death to the projector! Steal it’s stool! Thievery! Crime! Liberation!

Tsurugi - It is an unnecessary resource which it is keeping for itself despite the fact it can’t use it!

//Tsurugi shifts onto his knees, and sits up- he looks at Higa eagerly. Higa, a bit thrown by Tsurugi’s enthusiasm begins walking, trying to comply, and get him to relax, but-

Tsurugi - It obtained said resource through no effort of its own, and now, despite someone needing it, it’s refusing to contribute to the well being of the community! 

//Higa shuffles past the Twister group- those who aren’t preoccupied with trying to keep their balance glance at him, trying to work out what’s happening. Higa’s presence alerts them to the fact that the Clue crew’s noise has largely ceased, and gets them to start listening to Tsurugi. Higa flushes, and, finally reaching the projector, begins carefully moving it off the stool.

Tsurugi - It’s sacrificing others for no end but to fuel its greed! 

Tsurugi - You have no reason to deny yourself resources! Activism for your own comfort helps others receive resources they need for their health and safety!

//Higa has returned, with the stool, which he places on the end of the table opposite to Ōtori, near the drink cooler.

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi, quietly - Yayyy…

Maki - …Strong conclusion.

Tsurugi - I didn’t have time to write an essay advocating against capitalism…

Uehara - …

Tsurugi - Don’t-

Uehara - I feel like you have an oral history of capitalism memorized…

Tsurugi - I do not!

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - We don’t- let’s not talk about this anymore. We don’t need to discuss this.

Tsurugi - Let’s play!

Taira - Did we already draw cards?

Ōtori - There’s cards in the envelope, but- well, obviously, they haven’t been distributed.

Taira - Okay- are we going to pass the cards around, like last time?

Ōtori - Yeah, sounds good…

Ōtori - Tsurugi, Maeda, just take one of the cards once it comes to you, and keep passing the stack around.

Taira - It’s easier than having one person try to deal them, since we’re spread so far apart.

//Hatano starts passing out notepads. She flings one across the table- it skids, and lands by Maeda, who grabs it. She tosses two in Tsurugi’s general direction-

Hatano - Pass one to Ōtori?

Uehara - On it…

//Uehara grabs one from Tsurugi, and grabs Ōtori’s attention- Uehara gestures as though he’s going to throw it, and Ōtori nods, stretching out his hands. Uehara tosses the notepad, and Ōtori fails to catch it.

Ōtori - …

//Ōtori gets down from the billiards table to grab his notepad. Meanwhile, Hatano has passed a notepad to Taira, and stretches across the table to pass one to Higa, who leans over to grab it.

Higa - …Thanks.

Hatano - !

//The cards have been passed around the table a few times by now- Tsurugi has set a stack of cards aside for Ōtori, adding one to both Ōtori’s pile, and his own, whenever he got the cards. Maeda receives the deck once more, and takes a card, then slides the remaining two cards over to Tsurugi.

Tsurugi - Hey, Ōtori, don’t sit down yet.

//Tsurugi places one card in his own deck, then sets the final one down with Ōtori’s cards, and pushes them in Ōtori’s direction.

~*~

//The group plays for a while, throwing out assorted suggestions- Taira falsely accuses Miss Scarlett of using the rope in the Dining Room, and loses the round. Uehara keeps shifting around- hanging upside down from the arm of the sofa at one point, with Tsurugi using the chance to lean against Ueharas legs. This was followed by Uehara sitting up, and sliding into place next to Tsurugi. Currently, he’s draped himself over the back of the sofa, maneuvering so his feet are by Maeda’s head, and has been idly pestering Tsurugi while he watches.

Hatano - …

Hatano - Uehara, you better not be helping Tsurugi…

Uehara - …Hatano, I don’t know shit…

Hatano - Two brains is better than one!

Uehara - I promise you, there’s nothing in my brain. Entirely empty.

Uehara - Besides, I’ve like… hardly said anything.

//Higa takes his turn, and moves his piece into the hall.

Higa - I suggest Miss Scarlet, with the revolver, in the hall.

//Maeda checks his cards- he has Mrs. White, the candlestick, and the study. He shakes his head- he has nothing to disprove Higa’s suggestion. Tsurugi checks his card- he comes up with nothing as well, and turns to Ōtori.

Ōtori - …Miss Scarlet, the revolver, the hall?

Higa - Yeah.

Ōtori - …Here.

//Ōtori leans forward, holding a card out face down- Tsurugi grabs it, and without checking, passes it down the table towards Higa.

Higa - …Damn. Okay, got it.

//He passes the card back.

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - We always wind up paired together, Uehara… remember the scavenger hunt we did on the second floor?

Uehara - Mhm… you were very unhelpful then.

Tsurugi - Unhelpful to you! The others would’ve been at a major disadvantage if I had done anything else. 

//Maeda rolls the dice- he gets a three, one higher than he needs to reach the room he’s aiming for. 

Uehara - …See, Tsurugi agrees… I really haven’t been thinking much during this situation…

Uehara -  I’m not going to make my few struggling braincells try to piece together a puzzle game that Tsurugi can win on his own.

Hatano - Those are fighting words!

Maeda - Uh… I suggest that Reverend Green committed the crime in the Library, with the lead pipe.

//Maeda turns to his left- where Tsurugi is seated. He glances at his cards, then at Maeda…

Maeda - …C’mon…

//…And gently shakes his head “no”- leaning over to show Maeda the lead pipe card.

Maeda - Oh damn it…

Tsurugi - …

//Tsurugi pauses for a moment, scanning over his notebook.

Tsurugi - My turn, yeah?

Taira - Mhm…

Tsurugi - ‘Kay, uh…

Tsurugi - I’d like to-

//Uehara snorts-

Uehara - Very polite murder accusation.

//Tsurugi frowns, and reaches back to smack gently at him, without turning to look. He manages to bat at Uehara’s thigh, which is enough to satisfy him.

Tsurugi - Okay…

Tsurugi - I accuse Colonel Mustard of committing the murder with the revolver, in the lounge.

Taira - !...

//Tsurugi places his cards face down on the table, and reaches for the envelope, quickly grabbing and evaluating its contents.

Tsurugi - …

//He slams them on the table- revealing Colonel Mustard, the revolver, and the lounge.

Tsurugi - SHSL Cop, at your damn service!

Ōtori - …

Ōtori - I hate going to Hopes Peak Academy.

//Ōtori shoves his notebook at Tsurugi, and points- Tsurugi reads what he has written, and starts to laugh.

Maeda - …Huh?

Ōtori - I just needed the room! That’s all I was missing, was the damn room!

Hatano - …

//Hatano places her head in her hands. 

Ōtori - Seriously, walk me through your logic- what was that!

Tsurugi - Lucky guess, mostly-

Tsurugi - I narrowed it down to Colonel Mustard, and the revolver, but I didn’t really know the room.

Tsurugi - I figured that anyone who arranged their cards ordered them in order of suspect, weapon, then room-

Tsurugi - Going right to left, the way you read.

Tsurugi - So, that means the card they placed furthest to the left would be a room card, if they had one.

Tsurugi - It’s uh… far from foolproof, I completely doubt that everyone arranged their cards,

Tsurugi - And even then, they could use a different method, or simply not have a room card.

Tsurugi - But, I kinda just got bored, so I made my best guess, alongside the notes I took, 

Tsurugi - And figured that both my notes, and the card thing pointed to the lounge being most likely.

Ōtori - …

Ōtori - Did you accidentally win the game trying to go play Twister?

Tsurugi - Yeah!

Ōtori - …

Ōtori - Okay.

Ōtori - So, I’m taking this as a win for myself, because Tsurugi’s reasons are bull, and I deserve it.

//Hatano sighs, and stands up, glancing over to the other end of the room.

Hatano - Does anyone want to come play Clue? We’re kicking Tsurugi out.

Kobashikawa - This is like a reverse championship…

Kobashikawa - If you win, you aren’t allowed to go further and prove your skills.

Hatano - This is weeding out insane people with unfair advantages!

//Maeda turns away from the Clue table- Tsurugi has left, and is now watching the on-going round of Twister. Kobashikawa and Iranami are still on the mat, with Tomori sitting on the floor, watching, as Maki spins for a body part to move, and the color it needs to go to.

Maki - Left foot green.

//Kobashikawa winces, and shifts to move accordingly. Iranami pauses for a moment, calculating, before following suit.

Maki - Right hand yellow.

//Kobashikawa and Iranami move in sync, but while Iranami pulls it off successfully- Kobashikawa slips up on Iranami’s left leg, and topples.

Kobashikawa - …

//Kobashikawa lays flat on his back for a moment, a bit stiff- before dramatically collapsing, throwing an arm over his eyes in faux agony.

Iranami - …Heheh…

//Kobashikawa sits up as Iranami moves off the map- his eyes brighten when he sees Maeda, and he smiles, while gently waving.

Tomori - …Tsurugi…?

Tsurugi - Yeah!

Tomori - Oh hooray!

Maki - …I take it you’re playing now?

Tomori - That’s exactly what we said, word-for-word…

Maki - …

Tomori - Okay.

//She stands up, and claps her hands together.

Tomori - Who wants to play Twister!

Tomori - Everyone? Everyone wants to play Twister?

Maeda - I’ll play, Tomori-

Maeda, teasing - If you’ll take me back, that is?

Tomori - Oh my god. I should’ve brought a pen so I could put “Welcome Home Cheaters” on the tarp we brought up for the projector.

Tomori - Okay. There’s me, Maeda, Tsurugi… Iranami, Maki, Kobashikawa, are you still playing?

//Maki glances away.

Maki - …Actually, I think I want to play Clue…

Tomori - …

Tomori - That’s okay! You’re allowed to, because you didn’t abandon me.

Tomori, nodding - You’ve done your time, thank you fo-

//She cuts herself off, realizing she maybe shouldn’t make a military joke.

Ōtori - …Hatano, want to play Clue again?

Hatano - Oh, hell yeah. Maki, c’mere-

Hatano - Are you good at Clue?

Maki - …I’m decent?

Hatano - Okay, so you’re not insanely good at guessing. We’re evenly matched then.

Hatano - This is good. I can win this. 

//Maeda turns, looking to see what everyone’s up to. He spots Kobashikawa, over in the corner with the games- when Kobashikawa realizes Maeda’s seen him, he appears surprised, and begins wildly flailing his hand.

Maeda - …Kobashikawa, what’s up?

//Kobashikawa pauses for a moment, then grabs two boxes, and holds them up- Trouble, and Sorry. He shakes one, then the other, and gives Maeda an imploring look.

Maeda - …

Maeda - Okay, let’s try this again. 

//Kobashikawa takes a moment to think… then hangs his head down in defeat, and starts rapidly shaking the boxes- more so to gain attention than to communicate anything.

Ōtori - Oh, uh…

//He cranes his neck to try and look at Kobashikawa.

Kobashikawa - What’s the difference between these?

Maeda - …

Maeda - I don’t… know…

Tomori - Uh…

Tomori - They both have the same objective, same set-up…

Tomori - But Sorry uses cards, and has some special functions- sometimes you have to move backwards, or trade places with someone else,

Tomori - And Trouble uses dice- Sorry is more strategy, Trouble is more chance. 

Kobashikawa - Oh… thanks!

Uehara - …Just… encyclopedic knowledge of games?

Tomori - Really used to traveling with a group just like this- people about my age, and about this many of them.

Tomori - Board games become essential- a lot of these you can play online, so you can even play while you’re on the road, 

Tomori - And even if you’re sitting all apart from each other, because it’s not like you can sit in a circle on a bus, you can still play.

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - Of course, this is not true of Twister.

Tomori - …Tsurugi, I love Twister so much. This- it pains me…

Tsurugi - I know, I know, I’ll play with you…

//Kobashikawa glances over at Ōtori…

Maeda - …Oh?

//…Who seems to be almost pointedly ignoring Kobashikawa. Kobashikawa frowns, and almost seems to glare for a moment, before turning back to the games.

Maeda - …Huh…

//Kobashikawa sets down Trouble, then turns to look at Maeda hopefully, gently shaking the Sorry box.

Tsurugi - Maeda! 

//Maeda, a bit startled, jumps, and looks at Tsurugi, who’s sitting on the Twister mat.

Tsurugi - Are you going to come play?

Maeda - …Uh…

//Maeda feels a gentle push on his shoulder- Kobashikawa has stood up, and is tilting his head at Tsurugi and Tomori, looking at Maeda encouragingly.

Maeda - …You sure?

//Kobashikawa nods, then walks past Maeda, smiling. He goes back over to the Clue table, grabbing the stool Higa was sitting on earlier, and begins carrying it back over to the large couch. While he’s watching, Maeda notices-

Uehara - …Do you guys want another player?

Hatano - Aren’t you bad at Clue?

Uehara - Jeez, ouch… it’s about card distribution- genuinely, do you want me in, so the cards are divided up better?

Hatano - I mean yeah, sure, if you think you’ll enjoy yourself.

//Uehara nods, and sits down on the smaller couch, where Tsurugi used to sit- Maki has taken Maeda’s spot, and is quietly fiddling with the notepad he was using. 

//Maeda gets jumpscared once more- someone wraps themselves around his arm…

Tsurugi - …You okay?

//Tsurugi has his arms loosely wrapped around Maeda’s left arm, and is looking at him, obviously concerned.

Maeda - Yeah, I’m good- why wouldn’t I be?

Tsurugi - …Hm-hm…

Maeda - …I tend to be a bit quiet in group settings- that’s all.

Tsurugi - Okayyy~...

Tsurugi - Please come play Twister now. Tomori isn’t allowed to be sad, because then I’m sad, and then everything will be on fire. 

Tsurugi - And that would be very sad.

Maeda - Mhm, can’t have that happening.

//The students break off into their own separate activities- those playing Clue have set up their game, and Tomori is still living her Twister dreams, but…

Maeda - …Are Kobashikawa and Ōtori fighting?

Maeda - Eitherway, I hope someone goes to play with hi-

//Kobashikawa has been sitting on the large couch, stool in front of him, and had set out his selection of board game- right as Maeda starts to hope someone will appear, Higa sits down next to Kobashikawa. 

Kobashikawa - …

Higa - …Could I play?

Kobashikawa - …

//Kobashikawa is visibly judging Higa. Higa seems to be aware of this- and Kobashikawa knows that he’s aware. Kobashikawa slowly nods.

Iranami - …I want to play too.

//Iranami sits on the floor across from Kobashikawa and Higa. Kobashikawa grabs a red piece, a yellow, a green, and a blue, and holds them out to Iranami.

Iranami - …?

//Kobashikawa uses his other hand to spin the board around so different corners are in front of Iranami, pausing for a moment on each color.

Iranami - Oh!

Iranami - Red, please.

//Kobashikawa nods, and shifts the board so red is closest to Iranami, and passes her her pieces.

Taira - …Maeda.

Maeda - !!!

Maeda - H-Hey, Taira. What’s up?

Taira - Go play Twister-

Taira - I’m spinning, I want to see you compete against Tomori and Tsurugi.

Taira - They’re both like… gymnasts, for lack of a better term. I think it’ll be funny.

Maeda - …Y’know, I could’ve been an elite gymnast, if I wanted to.

Taira - Yeah, but you aren’t. Go play.

Maeda - …Everyone is always being so mean to me over getting distracted.

Maeda - It’s very hard to be prone to confusion in this economy. In this environment. 

Maeda - Hell.

//The kids are now well into their games- Kobashikawa, Iranami, and Higa have started a second round of their game- the first one going unusually well for a interaction involving Higa. Those playing Twister have made it through a few rounds, and are still enjoying themselves, though-

Maeda - …I should have been a gymnast.

Maeda - I should have gotten into gymnastics, or yoga, or fucking- anything, something to increase my flexibility.

Maeda - Oh my god. Ohhh my god…

//Despite the tests of physical prowess, all playing Twister are enjoying themselves. But with every success there must be a downfall, and it appears this classes Clue curse has struck again.

Ōtori - Okay… I’m going to accuse Reverend Green, with the dagger, in the kitchen.

Ōtori - …

Ōtori, miserable - Fuck…

Hatano - Hah!

Hatano - You accused Reverend Green of using the dagger in the kitchen, yeah?

Ōtori - …I will neither confirm nor deny that.

Hatano - …Maybe I should have been listening better…

Uehara - …Wait, fuck…

Uehara - …My brain is broken. 

Uehara - Genuinely, I can’t feel it at this point-

Uehara - I- I’m just going to make an accusation, 

Uehara - If I’m right, I’m not saying shit, same response as if I’m wrong.

Maki - So, you’re effectively quitting, just, rather than outright quit, 

Maki - You’re trying to lose, and will play it as a failure even if you win.

Uehara - Yeah… God, please yes, I just want to be done with this…

//Uehara rolls- 

Uehara - …God fuck damn it.

//And evidently, doesn’t roll high enough to move into a room, and make an accusation.

Maeda - …I’m out.

//Maeda drops to the floor, unable to contort any longer.

Tomori - Boo!

//The sole player left on the mat, Tomori sighs, and stands from her twisted pose.

Tomori - How dare you respect your physical limits…

Tomori - Are you done playing, or just taking a round off?

Maeda - …Round off, but like…a long round off.

Tsurugi - Rouund off…

Tsurugi - ! 

Tsurugi - Oh, hey.

//Tsurugi rises from his spot on the couch, and, with no one currently using the Twister mat, he folds it in half length-wise to give himself some room.

Tsurugi, in English - Round off.

//Checking quickly to be sure he won’t hit anything, Tsurugi launches into a Roundoff, stumbling a bit when he lands.

Tsurugi - …What’s that called in Japanese again?

Tomori, distracted - …

Tsurugi - …Iranami, hey.

//Iranami looks up from her game, a bit startled.

Tsurugi - What’s the name of this move?

//He performs a second Roundoff, Iranami watching to see what the fuck he’s on about now.

Iranami - …?

Kobashikawa - Backtrack, when did this become relevant?

Tsurugi - …Okay, so, Maeda said he’s taking a “round off” from Twister, because he’s only small and there’s so much he can do,

Tsurugi - But, like, Tomori asked him if he was done playing, or just taking a round off, which prompted Maeda to reply he was taking a round off-

Tsurugi - As I just mentioned two seconds ago, and round off kept being said, so I thought

Tsurugi - “Hm, round off! What a funny term.” And then I started to translate it into other languages, because it’s good practice.

Tsurugi - So the English term for “Round off” is the name of that move.

Tsurugi - And then I thought “Wait, what’s that called in… any other language?” because I learned how to do that from English-speakers, so I learned it as a roundoff.

Tsurugi - And I tried to ask Tomori-

Tomori, looking up - Huh?

Tsurugi - …But she’s a bit late to the party right now-

Tsurugi - Oh, and that’s the second Roundoff I’ve done, which isn’t relevant, but I wanted to share,

Tsurugi - And now I want to play Twister again, so…

Tomori - Give me a second to finish stretching, I’ll play!

Tsurugi - Cool.

Tsurugi - The end! You’re all up to speed now.

//Maeda looks over at the Clue table just in time to see…

Uehara - …

//Uehara opens the envelope containing the answers to the game- he surveys the cards, then nods, places them back in the envelope, and leaves the table.

Hatano - …You’re seriously not going to say anything?

Uehara - I don’t think I can even remember who I accused. 

Uehara - Anyways, bye, see you suckers-

Uehara - Fucking… ciao, buona sera…

Uehara - Have fun, enjoy yourselves, I don’t know why I thought this was a good idea for me.

Hatano - ‘Kay… Just you and me, Maki.

Maki - …Hm.

Hatano - …What does “Hm” mean? What’s that supposed to mean!

//Maki reaches for the dice.

Hatano - Hey!

Maeda - …I wonder if Hatano’s… competitive spirit might cause issues for Maki.

//By now, Uehara has made his way to the Sorry/Twister area, and is trying to find something new to do.

Uehara - …It’s Sorry, right?

Tsurugi - Oh, Ue, come play Twister with us!

Uehara - …Do you seriously think that’s a good plan? These damn boots-

Tsurugi, interrupting - Yes.

Uehara - …

Tsurugi - …It’s a good plan, Uehara.

Uehara - …These damn boots are such a bitch to be in close quarters with, we both know I’m going to end up whacking someone in the head…

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi, insistently - Good plan!

Tsurugi - Unless you don’t want to play, in which case it’s an evil plan.

Uehara - I’ll play later, promise… Just want to watch the game for a bit.

Tsurugi - Okay, cool!

Kobashikawa - …Uehara, do you want to sub in for me?

Uehara - Oh! I mean, sure, I don’t mind… 

Uehara - I’ve played Sorry before, I should be able to make it work…

Tomori - Gonna play more Twister?

//Kobashikawa nods- and glances at Maeda.

Maeda - …?

Maeda - Oh?

//Maeda gets up from the floor.

Maeda - I’ll play this round, I’ve had enough of a break. 

Tsurugi - Oh, lemme spin then, I haven’t gotten to yet.

Tsurugi - Taira, are you in for this round?

//Tomori and Taira had started conversing- they both look at the group, and rejoin the conversation.

Taira - Yeah, I’ll play- there’s no fun on the sidelines.

Tomori - …Everyone loves Twister.

Tsurugi - Almost as much as we love you, Zuna.

Tomori - …

Tomori, pleading - “Zuna”?

Tsurugi - Go play! Everyone keeps getting distracted, and we never play.

Tsurugi - …Except for me, I never get distracted or go off topic. Go play.

~*~

//Once more, Maeda plays Twister with the others- well into the game, Maeda feels something bump against him.

Maeda - …

//Bump.

Maeda - …I mean it is-

//Bump.

Maeda - …It is pretty close quarte-

//Bump, bump, bump.

Maeda - Okay, who the fuck-

//Maeda whips his head around trying to see why he keeps getting bumped. After a moment’s pause, his thigh is nudged once more- it’s Kobashikawa, periodically pushing his knee against Maeda.

Maeda - ?

//Kobashikawa seems to sense that he’s finally caught Maeda’s attention, and turns his head to try and look at Maeda. It’s a bit difficult with their positioning, but he manages to smile at Maeda before Tsurugi calls out another move for the game.

Maeda - …He isn’t…

Maeda - …Huh. Okay, yeah…-

Maeda - Bit… curious about the timing of this, but it’s not like I haven’t interacted like this with Kobashikawa before.

Maeda - Maybe he’s just focusing more on me because he isn’t preoccupied.

Maeda - …Hm.

//Time goes by, with the class rotating through their games. Uehara and Kobashikawa trade off as they please, a trend that takes off amongst the class- eventually, all who aren’t playing Clue have participated in the round of Sorry, with Maeda completely losing track of who’s playing for which team. This comes to hit Twister as well, with people joining in as they please, the spinner being passed to whoever isn’t actively doing something. Maeda is currently playing Sorry, and trying to get the last card he needs in order to secure the win for blue. As he waits for his turn, he watches the Twister mat, just in time to see Tomori “accidentally” nudge Tsurugi off balance. 

Tsurugi - Tomori!

Tomori, laughing - What?

Tsurugi - You-

//He splutters for a moment, before stopping, and narrowing his eyes at her.

Tsurugi - Y’know what? Nothing. Nothing, Tomori. 

Tsurugi - You have such pretty hair… it’s normal for friends to mess with each other’s hair, right?

//He goes over to her, and starts taking her hair out of the bun she tied it into.

Tomori - Tsurugi, no-

Tsurugi - …This is fine boundary-wise, yeah? 

Tomori - Yeah, go ahead, but I feel-

Tsurugi, overlapping - Oh, go ahead? Go ahead you say?-

Tomori - -That you have some… unkind intentions-

Tsurugi - -Well, who am I to ignore such blatant permission!

//He starts messing with her hair- actively attempting to get it into her face, grabbing a lock and brushing the end of it against her, causing her to laugh while trying to twist away.

Tomori - This isn’t allowed! This is sabotage, it isn’t fair!

//She goes to try and bat at him, but-

Tsurugi - You lose! No taking a hand off the mat unless you’re moving to a new spot!

Tsurugi - You lost all on your own, of your own accord! Consequences for your actions!

//Tsurugi collapses onto the floor, wheezing, with Tomori following suit, half on top of Tsurugi as she laughs, and continues gently whacking him, hair still tangled around her face.

Tomori - No! You jerk, I was being harassed!

Tsurugi - I don’t know what you want me to do about that, Tomori-

Tsurugi - Maybe consider taking that up with the cops? I am sooo sure they will help you.

//Time ticks by.

Maki - …

Maki - …Oh, no fucking way…

Hatano - H-Huh? What does that mean, c’mon!

Maki - …

//She silently rolls the dice, and advances her token.

Hatano - Hey, Maki, lemme in on this, what’s up?

Maki - …Play your turn so I can roll again, Hatano.

Hatano, nervously playing` - Haha… Maki, hey, you can’t be serious…

//Maki grabs the dice, rolls once again, and moves her token.

Hatano - …I… don’t think I want to play.

//Maki reaches for the dice.

Maki - Forfeiting your turn?

Hatano - …Oh, gimme the dice… whatever you think you’ve got going on, it’s totally bullshit!

//The two play for a moment more.

Maki - …

Maki - Yeah- I’m accusing Mrs. White of committing the murder in the study, with the candlestick.

Hatano - …That’s… that’s what Uehara did earlier…

//Maki grabs the envelope and checks it.

Maki - …He was fucking right.

Hatano - …No way…

Hatano, loudly - Uehara!

//Uehara looks up, craning his neck to try and see Hatano from his place on the Twister mat. 

Uehara - Yeah?

Hatano - You accused Mrs. White, with candlestick and the study, yeah?

Uehara - …

Uehara - …Fuck, man, I really don’t know…

Uehara - Yeah? I think so…

Hatano - So you- on your speculative guess, you got it right, therefore winning, 

Uehara - I mean, yeah, but it’s whatever. I don’t really care about it…

//Tsurugi and Uehara are the only two on the mat at the moment. They go back to quietly chatting, both still tuned in to their surroundings, but ignoring them to interact with each other.

Hatano - Whatever. I totally win…

Maki - What?! Hatano, I still beat you!

Hatano - Hm, nope. Games rigged, everyone else is disqualified, I win by default.

Maki - …Hatano, you seem insecure.

Hatano - …What the hell does that mean!?

Maki - You’re just… such a sore loser…

//Maeda zeroes in on the conversation, watching Hatano grow more and more upset as Maki continues.

Maki - I get wanting to win, but you seem to be getting genuinely upset over it all. 

Hatano - I- You’re taking it all too seriously, I was only joking!

//Maeda glances over at Uehara- Uehara isn’t the source of the problem here, but given his role this round, and the fact he was just involved in the conversation, Maeda is curious about Uehara’s reaction.

Maeda - …Ah…

//Uehara is completely distracted- Maeda looks over just in time to see Tsurugi whisper something to Uehara, prompting Uehara to grin.

Maeda - …Just… completely oblivious-

Maeda - Which! Good for him, all things considered. He’s got his priorities in line.

Maeda - …

Maeda - Hey, wait… is he…-

Maeda - Are they…?

//Maeda slowly turns his head, keeping his gaze on Uehara until he can’t anymore, finally looking back to Maki and Hatano.

Maki - …Okay Hatano, whatever.

//Maki decides to leave the situation, simply walking away from the table as Hatano stares at her. Ōtori remains awkwardly seated on the pool table, unsure of what to do as Hatano begins to slowly collect the game pieces.

Maeda - …Yikes…

//Ōtori slowly slides down from the table, and begins helping to clean up-

Hatano, quietly - …Seriously, what is with her?!

//Ōtori begins to quietly talk with Hatano- but they’re speaking too low for Maeda to make out any specifics.

Maeda - …I hope that doesn’t…

Maeda - Become anything. It’s their problem, I’m not going to get involved…

Maeda - But damn. Hopefully that’s the end of that.

Maki - …Still playing Twister?

//Maki has crossed over to where the rest of the class has been hanging out- Maeda had stopped playing for awhile having won the last round, but technically, is currently on a team with Tomori. Higa, Kobashikawa, and Taira are all playing as well, each playing for their own color individually. Tomori looks up from where she was attempting to plot out her turn.

Tomori - Technically?

Tomori - Uh…

Tomori - …Iranami, when’s the last time you… actually spun the board?

//Iranami was meant to be spinning for Tsurugi and Uehara while they played, but she seems to be fixated on messing with the board, picking at the spinner.

Tomori - …Uh, I don’t- I don’t think anyone’s really playing now.

//Iranami finally processes what was said to her.

Iranami - Ah! I- I’m so sorry, I… I got distracted, uhm…

//She looks to the Twister mat, as does Maeda. Uehara is lying on his stomach, in-between the class, and Tsurugi, who’s lying on his side, facing Uehara. 

Tomori - I don’t think anyone’s really playing anymore, it’s all alright.

Tomori - …Want to play with me again, Maki?

Maki - …Maybe later.

Maki - Do you guys want to watch a movie?

//Tomori was half-lying on the couch, her propped up on an elbow to be able to see the board. Maki’s words send her flying up, now sitting up straight.

Tomori - Oh my god, the projector. I forgot all about it…

Tomori, loudly - Hey, guys?

Tomori - Are you all ready to put a movie on?

Kobashikawa - …Ahh, is anyone hungry enough to want to go down to the kitchen?

//No one speaks up.

Tomori - Do you want to head down there, Kobashikawa? I’ll go with you, if you want.

Kobashikawa - No, I’m fine- Just figured I’d say something, give everyone an opening to say they were hungry…

Kobashikawa - And kinda remind people to eat, I guess.

Tomori - Cool…

Tomori - Uh, we still have drinks and some snacks, right?

Uehara - Mhm… they’re, uh…

Uehara - Oh, by the movies, and the projector.

Tomori - Okay, great!

Tomori - Uh…

//She gets up from the couch.

Tomori - Let’s move the sofa back over, so people can sit there and see the movie…

Tomori - We should probably move the table, then, so we can get things arranged- 

Tomori - At least, for now, we can put it back later so people can set things there…

Tomori - …

Tsurugi - …Tomori, help me up…

Tomori - Oh!

//She moves over to Tsurugi and pulls him up.

Tsurugi - Thank youuu…

Tsurugi - Let’s slide the smaller couch over here, then move the larger couch to the right, and once that’s done, move the smaller couch over more.

Tsurugi - Once we’ve got the couches vaguely in position, whoever isn’t working on the couches can start working things out with the projector.

Tsurugi - Just, start with the couches.

Uehara - …Which means the mat needs to be put away, because the small couch needs to move over this area.

Tsurugi - Mhm.

Uehara - …

Uehara, groaning - Fuck…

Tomori - ?

Uehara - I just don’t want to move, that’s all… 

Uehara - Ugh. 

//Uehara slowly gets up, and once possible, begins folding up the Twister mat. The rest of the class starts helping out as well- Maki and Tsurugi go to move the couch that was being used for Clue, and as soon as everyone’s off of the larger couch, Kobashikawa tries to move it. He has little success, and after a moment, both Higa and Tomori are assisting with sliding it over. Taira takes the Clue box from Hatano, thus clearing one of the two tables, and goes to put the box away with the other games. Ōtori and Iranami begin looking at the projector, trying to work out how exactly it functions. Maeda is… currently doing nothing.

~*~

Maeda, narrating - It is… so fucking crowded in here.

Maeda - Like, everyone moving around really draws attention to the fact this is a cramped space.

Maeda - …

Maeda - We… never would have made it to this room with more than eleven people, would we?

Maeda - …

Maeda - That’s… rough to think about.

Maeda - …Uh, not really helpful for my mental health, though.

Maeda - What should I do?

Maeda - I should probably grab a drink at some point, but I don’t need one right this second,

Maeda - I could go and see what’s going on with the projector, maybe? Might be able to help out there…

[Get something to Drink]

{Mess with the Projector}

[nerdyenby]

Green time :D I’m watching Jojo

Pregame

Gosh, she’s so pretty. Sorry, just had to get that off my chest

I know green got some bad luck but I’m hoping the energy survives and thrives, I’m ready for vibes!!

Jojo stays on the grind, she’s insane /pos

I know Kara would’ve said if it was H, but I like to imagine that it was H who just showed up and offered her bacon without warning

“Maybe there are kind people in this world” Jojo going through it, don’t mind her

Pete and Jojo are so freaking funny together. They’re both so deadpan it’s amazing, I’m dying

Haha who who have past MCC teams memorized, that’s so whack hahahah (it wasn’t intentional, okay? It just happens when you run two 64-spot team brackets ;-;)

Seriously though, no one can be expected to remember MCC teams from more than one event ago, if that, including (and dare I say especially) content creators. Those are your pals and you’re at work, why would you be expected to remember who you were with on a specific day??

“Oh you’re in MCC? Name every team you’ve ever been on” so true Pete

“I could probably name every single team I’ve been in” “Weird flex but okay” “Ok, I’ll go for it, here we go” Jojo really said bet

*EEEEI* “Wait, was that wrong?” “No, I just wanted to make a buzzer sound” Pete is so real for that, honestly

“Fuck vod reviewing, all my homies hate vod reviewing” Pete only has banger opinions, sot is the only vod review you need in life

Jojo’s skin is so cute!!

Pete and Jojo saying they’re excited for Michael’s ace race

Hi Hannah!!!

I love this team’s energy

Pete saying he wanted Jesus to take the wheel and Kara appeared from the heavens

“Pinged in real life” 😂

Them making plans to go to a concert together, content creators doing actual irl friend things together makes me so parasocial

Me when I have a resting tremor and my doctor has no idea why

THEYRE THE ONES THAT STARTED THE PUNCHING??? That’s so funny oh my goodness

The best reactions to the intros ever 😂

Grid Runners

This team is so go with the flow, I love them

OH MY GOD THIS STRAT

“For team morale, any time we fail a game we need at least one person on the team that can take the fall, whether it was their fault or not. Grid runners is mine, so if we fail I’m the asshole” this is so iconic I can’t

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” so true Pete

Grid goes so quickly because it’s! the best! game!!!

“Guys we suck” that’s the spirit!!

“Let me check who’s to blame for this one.. Oh it’s me! Alright, lay it on me!!” “Damn Pete, what the hell?” I love this team so much

Parkour Warrior

I love the blame game they’re doing

Jojo’s popping off!!!

Jojo’s so good at this it make my heart happy but painfully, or it hurts my heart in a good way, whichever makes more sense

Rip Kara, it’s okay, it’s crazy easy to flop when the pressure gets that bad, no worries queen <333

Aw Michael was so close too :((

“As per the law, this is my fault […] I threw- oh, I’m top 5!!” Y’all don’t understand how I’m love I am with this gimmick, green30’s blame game my beloved

I love how parkour warrior isn’t just about parkour skills, it also really emphasizes time management. It makes it more variable and interesting because it’s not just gonna be the same three people winning every time because there’s no single right way to do it. It’s now a strategy game and I’m so down for that, you don’t understand

Sands of Time

“You guys suck! I’m taking about the other teams” “That’s fine” “We suck too”

Jojo my igl!!!

Michael doesn’t know our lord and savior HBomb94??? Smh…

Gosh, we’re watching a master at work, people

Michael is such a good sand keeper, he just has such “this is your captain speaking” energy

“Michael your comms are incredible, I need you to know that” yes Pete!! Hype him up!!!!

Jojo found the vault so quick but that tunnel is MASSIVE

HISTORY HAS BEEN MADE!!!! GREEN30 SUPREMACY!!!!!

JOJO SOT CHAMPION!!!!

And now we throw, so true

Ace Race

Michael be like: stonks

Jojo repping us anxiety girlies, as she should (I’m not a girl but I’m anxious enough that I think I qualify)

MUSIC TIME WITH JOJO :DD

The turtles do go boing, so true Michael

Pete and Jojo are everything

Pete and Jojo holding hands for an entire lap and a half my beloved

Jojo giving Pete the strength to do the skip then missing it herself

Kara personal best yippee!!!!

Pete fastest lap my beloved!!

YIPPPPEEEEE

Michael is thriving this MCC, we love to see it

Ayyyyy halftime show!!!!! Get it ladies!!!

This is a phone flashlight moment right here

I JUST STARTED CLAPPING IRL!??!??!! MY PARENTS HAVE PEOPLE OVER 😭😭😭

Meltdown

“Here’s the plan: uh, follow me” so true Jojo

Gosh, I love this team. No stress, no rage, just “okay, here’s what we change”

OH MY GOSH

HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE IN THIS ROOM????

THAT WAS INSANE!!!

Kara 😭😂😂😂 the sass, my goodness

“I don’t care” Kara is so real for this, I strive to be that self-assured

“Everybody pause. Shut up now. Who?” “Where the fuck is Mumbo Jumbo?” Funniest part is that I don’t know if any of these people actually know Mumbo

Battle Box

“Everyone’s looking at me!! Oh, everyone fell. Oh my god, everyone died” 😂

Mmmm yes, tight corners my beloved /s

Prison my beloathed

WHEN DID THE GAME START???? DID I ACCIDENTALLY SKIP FORWARD AND NOT NOTICED OR WAS I JUST THAT SPACED OUT???

I like battle box, I do, I just feel like I’m never paying enough attention ;-;

Winning against red was huge, they had such good comms too

We love finding a good groove :))

Gosh the vibes are immaculate, you expect them to be super sweaty but they’re just comming in gibberish

Jojo 13 kills?!??!!

“That’s my teammate!!” Heck yeah it is, gosh Pete and Jojo are everything

Michael willing to take one for the team, what a king

Sky Battle

Jojo igl my beloved

You got this, queen

Kara hyping up Michael’s kill :))

Rip, unfortunate spawn, happens to everyone

Pete’s tone when he said Michael’s name after he died 😂

“They need to give the chicken swap to two people and enable pvp” Pete is a genius

Hole in the Wall

The absolute sass, I love them

“It’s all your fucking fault” thank you Michael

I didn’t even realize they weren’t calling colors 😭

THOSE are the lyrics??? I thought it was “I believe” not “if I was green” lmao

Jojo flipped a switch in her brain and called the most supreme hitw comms of all time

“100- I mean, red” real

“Hey, guys? I’ll take the blame on this one” “Don’t.” “King, I’ll steal the blame from you” “I will too, I messed up” this is violating the spirit of the blame game /s

Pete and Jojo holding hands on the leaderboard my beloved!!!

Dodgebolt

“I would’ve appreciated if we would’ve like, said beforehand ‘oh hey, I’m gonna throw now’ so like, I would’ve been able to be emotionally prepared”

Maybe the real treasure was the parkour tag we skipped along the way

“Man, I even took my performance-enhancing drugs” KARA 😭😭😭

Cheering when Firecracker came and joined their screenshot, then keeping the energy when Fruit, Illumina, and 5up joined in too

Them all being so excited to team together :((

THAT SOT WAS LEGENDARY!!!! GREEN30 YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS!!!!!

They’re such bad listeners /aff

“You guys don’t listen to each other, yet you listen to me when I make calls in skybattle? What the fuck?” Pete 😂

“When was the last time we saw numbers like that in sands of time?” The answer is never, Jojo!! Y’all made history!!!

Michael stop being self-deprecating, I swear, a good sand keeper is an absolute necessity and you killed it king

GREEN30 PLATE UP!!!! I don’t know it that well but it’s such fun chaos

I’ve missed these little post-mcc chats where a bunch of people join a random channel and just talk, it’s giving season one vibes :))

[thirstypanda87]

Haven't posted one of these in a while...Villainous Found Family AU Incorrect Quotes

Hans: Everyone, calm down! We're grown-ups, let's deal with this like adults!

Gothel: So, we're just going to wing it and hope for the best?

Hans: Obviously. Now, Turbo, pass the shovel.

Turbo: LOWERCASE LETTERS ARE FOR THE LOWER CLASS!

Dawn: And here we have a capitalist.

Gothel: Did you just-

Syndrome: Let us all take a moment to appreciate that all of human history, human language, and the universe itself aligned to make this joke possible.

Dawn: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

(that could be her life story)

(Scenario: Phoenix has decided to let Hans petsit their cat for an afternoon)

Gothel: I suppose you think Hans is more nurturing than I am.

Phoenix: G, there are prison cells more nurturing than you are.

Charles, bruised and disheveled: We might have gotten into a bar room brawl back in the city.

Hans: Well, that was entirely predictable.

Charles: One of them punched a gang member.

Hans: Randall?

Charles: Dawn, actually.

Hans: Oh, that was going to be my second guess.

*Turbo and Syndrome playing minecraft*

Turbo: Oh no, oh no, oh no-

Syndrome: What’s wrong?

Turbo: I did a thing.

Syndrome: You regret the thing you dID-

Turbo: *screams*

Syndrome:  What the fuck did you do- *sees mass of aggravated Piglin* Damn it-

Turbo: *screams again*

Ernesto: I like your new pants!

Phoenix: Thanks, they were 50% off!

Ernesto: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks*

Phoenix: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.

Ernesto: That’s… not what I meant.

Phoenix: That’s a terrible way to run a business, ‘Nesto.

Dawn: *Texts a selfie to the group chat* Hey besties!!

Randall: *Texts a selfie clearly parodying Dawn's* hey bEsTiEs !!1!

Dawn: I literally hate you so much.

Prof. Callaghan: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things.

Charles: Hi, I’m ‘things’.

Ernesto: Ovejita... you've been cuddling with me for over an hour now.

Dawn: *muffled* mm hmmm :)

Ernesto: Maldita sea. I should be annoyed but you're adorable.

Gothel: Ugh, there’s always that weak bitch in the group who isn’t down with murder.

Gothel: *glares at Prof. Callaghan*

Prof. Callaghan: Well, sorry I have morals!

(as long as Abigail isn’t in danger, of course)

Ernesto: Maybe the real monster was the friends we both literally and figuratively murdered along the way.

Prof. Callaghan, looking through his clothes: Has anyone seen my top?

Hans: Charles's in the kitchen.

Gothel: When I was young, I left a trail of broken hearts like a rockstar. I'm not proud of it.

Prof. Callaghan: You're kind of proud of it. You work it into a lot of conversations.

Randall: I just wanted to say that over the years, I have come to regard you as… people I met.

(he knows he loves them)

Randall: Everyone knows that Santa is an invention designed by the big five corporations to sell tinsel and video games to an unsuspecting public.

Prof. Callaghan: The whole “childhood wonder” stage just blew right past you, didn’t it?

*Ernesto drunkenly wanders around the house and Dawn is drunkenly giggling*

Hans, completely sober: *sighs* Well, looks like it's just me and you against the world, Randall.

Randall, going to his room: Nope, just you. *shuts door*

Prof. Callaghan: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Charles: I wrote you a poem.

Prof. Callaghan, already crying: You did?

Randall: There are three ways to handle a difficult situation. The right way, the wrong way, and the de la Cruz way.

Dawn: Isn't that the wrong way?

Randall: Yes, but it's faster.

Gothel: So, what is Dawn to you?

Ernesto: The reason I wake up every morning.

Gothel: ...That’s adorable.

Dawn earlier that morning, barging into Ernesto′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

Randall: When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this...

Kaa: *pulls out a card from her deck* Now, was thissssss your card?

Randall: Holy shit-

Dawn: You’re my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Ernesto: I want you to eat 3 meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Dawn: Absolutely not.

Syndrome: Are oranges named orange because oranges are orange or is orange called orange because oranges are orange?

Randall: Which came first, the orange or the orange?

Prof. Callaghan: Orange was first used to refer the fruit 1280 years ago but was not used as a color until 1000 years ago.

Ernesto: What was the color called before then?

Dawn: There was no color, duh! Everything was black and white!

Hans: Alright, who’s hogging the Netflix account? I’ve been locked out all week! Gothel: Sucks to suck! I’m already on the 8th season of Friends! Charles: Not me. Hans: Don’t lie. I know it’s not Dawn or Turbo. Charles: It’s not me, really! Hans: … Charles: …But it might be Phoenix… Hans: You gave Phoenix access to our Netflix account!?!? Charles: They wanted to watch Orange is the New Black! Hans: I’m going to kill you.

Randall: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, it's “intelligent” and “really cool”.

Randall: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.

Charles: *nudges Prof. Callaghan at 3am* Pretty fucked up that we depict the moon as a girl and the sun as a boy. They're just floating rocks in space. Bob? Wake up, Bob! Listen! They're sexless!

Prof. Callaghan: The sun isn't a rock, go back to sleep.

Syndrome: I just heard Charles call Epsilon a “fucking liar” because he barked like someone was at the door and no one was there.

Prof. Callaghan: You have to apologize to them, Charles.

Charles: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

Syndrome: Don’t mansplain this to me!

Gothel: Wh- I’m a woman! I can't mansplain anything to you!

Syndrome: …Well, I’m a feminist, and I believe a woman can do anything a man does!

Ernesto: So you like cats?

Phoenix: Yeah.

Ernesto: *tries to impress them by slowly pushing a glass off the table*

Charles: I didn't drink that much last night.

Hans: You were flirting with Professor Callaghan.

Charles: So what? He’s my husband.

Hans: You asked if he was single.

Hans: And then you cried when he said he wasn’t.

Hans: Is it still visible? Where Anna slapped me?

Syndrome: Your face looks like a “don't walk” signal.

Dawn: Your face looks like a photo negative for the Hamburger Helper box.

Gothel: A palm reader could tell Anna's future by looking at your face.

Randall: The phrase “talk to the hand cause the face ain't listening” doesn't work for you, because the hand is your face.

Hans: ...A simple “yes”  would've sufficed.

Dawn: Remember, when burying a body, make sure to cover it with endangered plants so it’s illegal to dig up!

Dawn: Make sure to follow me for more gardening tips!

Charles: Last night I found out Bob is a sleep talker.

Hans: Oh, really?

Charles: "The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell." Right. In. My. Ear. At 3 am.

Dawn: (holding Ernesto’s spine as the rest of him lays in pieces on the ground) I got your back, bestie!

Ernesto: Ovejita, do you think this is funny? Give me mi columna!

Dawn: (giggles) Gosh, you have no stomach for this joke.

Ernesto:(scowling) Ovejita I swear to god…

(I never include enough skeleton puns in these)

(during the interviews)

Randall:I wouldn’t last two minutes without the family.

Randall:...Randall: Tell any of them I said that and I’ll put you through the shredder.

[nani-nonny]

" Anyways, isn’t it funny how this chapter is titled after the “false blue” and talks about LCD? " Nani... Please.. Stop hurting me and torturing LCD 🥺😭

Also when LCD stood next to reunion but didn't look at any of them i felt that its like how a troublemaker child stand next to his mom but does look at her xD

When reunion looked at LCD i wonder if LCD felt hus eyes on him...

When Donnie said that journey is far i kid you not i thought it was 2 blocks away from HQ 🤣🤣 (sorry my mind is simple) and am sure the 2 ( LCD and Donnie) knew reunion is sending him off to speak with LCD.

"We will find out at some point, it’d be best if we find out on your terms.” he said that and my heart ALMOST stopped from fear as my mind remembered that meme of Android became human " 27 STAB WOUND! " and am saying " don't... Don't... LCD PLEASE DON'T!! "

Donnie found out you can’t use portals. Who's to say we won’t find out more?” Me: STOP DIGGING!! THINGS BETTER BE LEFT UNKNOWN!!!

“We’re only a thin piece of fabric apart.” Me: OOOHH!! DAMN THAT'S DEEP REUNION!!

“Are you afraid of what we might say when we find out?” Me: buddy am more afraid and am not the culprit!

" Achilles attempts to lie. " When you try NOT to fall for your mom's trick knowing she'll whop your ass hard!!

“What if I force the answer out of you? What if I threaten your life for an answer?” bruh he act like Batman

“What if I threaten Donnie’s life to find your secret?” OH MY LORD I THOUGHT IT WAS LCD WHO SAID IT BUT DAMN REUNION DIDN'T BUDGE NOR FLINCHED!! WHAT A MAN!!!🤩

" Achilles’s eyes widen at the sudden realization of what just occurred. " reunion: congratulations, you just played yourself.

" Achilles looks over his shoulder to see the other counterparts running over to himself and Old Timer " YIKES now DMD and WDS will be less trusting of LCD, not good...

" Barbarian steps to the side as if circling his prey " cue the jojo meme

“‘Achilles’, huh? Was ‘Hercules’ taken?” LMFAO GOD DAMN IT BLUE XDDD

When old timer said said " Patroclus " i was about to laugh and say " Fuck you old timer " XDDD

" Old Timer smiles and crouches to Big Blue’s level to pat the slider on the head " LMFAO COME ON, BLUE CAN'T BE THAT SHORT! I KNOW REUNION IS THE OLDER BUT NOT THAT OLD XD

And the end just made me even sad, LCD knows thhat reunion is on to him and his little bloody secret!!

“Stop torturing LCD” he’s like that one balloon game where you try to push in as many pins(?) without popping the balloon, I want to see his limits /j /j /j

And LCD really is my troublemaker, going off killing people and hurting children (once) tsk tsk

And the journey to Leo is about… 6-7 chapters long (give or take) because I don’t like to wait hahah! And Donnie and LCD definitely knew Reunion wanted to talk alone with LCD, Donnie hesitated for a reason mwahaha

Your reactions are priceless I’m loving reading it all <33333 you look like you’re having so much fun :))))

And the end where Reunion crouches, I think I forgot to write it but DMD and WDS are still on the ground kind of wrestling lol I’ll fix it later

But yessss, who will figure out LCD’s (Achilles’s) secret first? Place your bets: WDS (Big Blue)? DMD (Barbarian)? Reunion (Old Timer)? Or Donnie? Or will LCD surprise us all and own up to it? /j

[thatpunkmaximoff]

Story: 10/10 Smut: 2.5/5

I absolutely adored this book! I was literally laughing out loud at times, that's how funny it was.

Girl moves back home after having shit luck, ends up in a fake relationship with ex-bad boy rebel turned goopy, sexy as fuck dog dad who she thinks fucked her over when they were teenagers, and works out her many issues with her self-esteem. She has to deal with people from her past who despise her, an asshole coach who thinks he's better than everyone, and ugh.. it was just so damn cute. You definitely need to give this a read.

The only downfall I found with this book was the smut. If you're getting hot and heavy, don't say 'boobs'. I cringed so hard. And don't refer to an erection as a 'foot long sub'. The spice was decent, but the wording felt a bit childish at times. Why can't people just say breasts, tits, cock, or dick? There's nothing wrong with those words!

Now enjoy my ramblings as I read the book:

* “Welcome home, sis! Hope Mom and Dad’s retirement sex doesn’t keep you awake at night.” — 😂

* Man, if I was coaching kids and they insulted me, I’d be making them do sprints until they couldn’t anymore lol.

* Lol she almost gave her entire team heat stroke. Hot track coach to the rescue!

* Teenage girl fight. Oh how I don’t miss high school haha.

* I fucking love Vicky and her rallying the girls into pressuring Marley to prank the boys’ soccer coach 😂

* Goddamn, Jake. You really just strolled up and told Amie Jo you’re dating Marley. That was hot.

* Oh hell. The boys are all dyed red/pink for picture day. Poor Marley lol.

* Jake so totally knew what he was doing when claiming he and Marley were a thing in front of everyone. Now they gotta sign contracts saying they’ll date for the during of the school semester 😂

* What the fuck did Marley do at senior prom? Everyone still hates her for it and they’re all nearing 40. It can’t be that bad, can it?

* Fucking finally! That little twat Lisabeth was getting on my nerves. I’m glad Marley kicked her off the team.

* Yay! The girls are winning games 🤗

* And they gave Marley a makeover!

* Oh no. The dreaded realization that she actually likes Jake just kicked in, as well as the realization that’ she’s grooming him for someone else. Fuck.

* So Jake fucks her once and realizes he’s in love. This is going to be a disaster 😂

* “Foot long sub” — I’m cringing so hard. Why can’t people just say COCK! This book is hilarious, but the sex needs some work.

* Amie Jo landed in donkey shit 🤣 Karma is a bitch. She totally doesn’t deserve Marley’s niceness and advice.

* Lol Marley pushed Coach Vince into the guac. Jesus Christ. This party is a hot mess.

* Lmao. Oh shit. Marley wrecked homecoming when she was a teen 😂 but it was well deserved.

* Oh my god. I love Marley’s mom! She just beaned asshole coach Vince with chicken corn soup 🤣🤣🤣

* Yay! The girls won the homecoming game 🥰

* Oh no. Jake never asked Marley to homecoming as a teen, did he? It was all part of Amie Jo’s bullshit.

* And goddammit! Why can’t Marley just want to stay in Culpepper?! Jake is in love with her and she in love with him. Just admit it already!

* HE ASKED HER TO STAY!!!!

* And she broke up with him 😩

* She’s leaving. She’s gonna leave. Even after Jake asked her to stay and she was offered the teaching position.. and then the “sorry we let you down” card the girls gave her. I’m not crying, you are!

* I’m loving that Marley is finally clued in to how unhappy her sister and Amie Jo truly are. And I’m loving that Amie Jo is having this heart to heart with her. Make her see reason and get back together with Jake!

* Lmao they fell out of the tree 🤣

* And NOW SHES APOLOGIZING TO JAKE! SHE WANTS TO STAY 😭

* Wait.. did they end up fostering Libby?! Oh my god. I can’t handle this.

* And now they plan to adopt her 😭😭😭 She said yes!

* They got married. I’m so happy.

[firelord-frowny]

catharsis

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In all the time I’ve known her, I’ve never seen her quite like this. 

Although maybe that makes sense. 

I’ve seen her in her home. At the market. In the lagoon. On my ship. Indoors, outdoors, in daylight, twilight, moonlight, lanternlight. I’ve seen her in Greece in the exclusive company of people who have only known her away from her place of origin. But now we’re in her place of origin, and this Pleiades is very different from the one I’ve seen everywhere else. I have to call this place her ‘place of origin’ now because the behavior I see in her is not the behavior of someone who is ‘home.’ I have seen people behave this way, and they have all been slaves. 

Pleiades is pacing. Fidgeting. Rubbing her hands together, scratching at her elbows, tugging at her hair. I don’t usually have trouble understanding her through her accent, but I think at the moment she’s putting more energy into expression than enunciation.  

“Out of control. Out of control. Out of control. Unpredictable.” She’s laughing. She does not find it funny. “Unfuckingpredictable. Who’s unpredictable? Who the FUCK is unpredictable? It isn’t me. You spend five seconds with me, you know what’s coming. UNFUCKINGPREDICTABLE!” 

I’m acutely aware of several things while I watch her. 

The knife on the platter of bread on the table

The crystal vase beside it

The fire poker on the hearth

The door, through which is the hallway, at the end of which is another room with a window large enough for a person to fit through.

“They think I’m stupid. Unpredictable. They think I’m stupid.” 

I tell her, “They know you’re brilliant.” 

She swings her arm and there goes the vase against the wall. “THEY THINK I’M STUPID!” I shouldn’t have said what I said. Noted. “It’s the same game! It’s the same game and they think I don’t KNOW! They DO this! They! Are DOING THIS to me!” 

She’s going to step in the broken glass. I don’t want to let her. But if I try to stop her, I worry she’ll pick up the knife next. 

I have to at least try. “Pleiades, please-”

“DON’T tell me to PLEASE!” 

“Alright. I won’t.” 

She’s stepping in the glass and she doesn’t even seem to notice. Her footprints are bloody. There is a broom by the hearth, so I’ll at least try to get the mess out of her way. 

“WHAT are you in my WAY for?” I’m having a hard time not making this worse. 

“I’m sorry. I just want to clean this up.” 

“WHY?” 

“So you don’t hurt yourself!” 

Then she screams. Shrieks. If I wasn’t looking right at her I would think someone was trying to kill her. 

“WHY does everyone always act like I’m going to HURT myself???” 

My love, it’s because your feet are bleeding.

“If I was going to hurt myself, don’t you think I’d be hurt? Huh? I’m so brilliant, but I can’t figure out how to break my own fucking neck? I’m such a motherfucking danger to myself and others! Oh, walk on eggshells around Nefertari. That Nefertari, she’s so UNPREDICTABLE! Watch yourself with Nefertari! Don’t SET HER OFF! Oh, we can’t have that, now can we? She’s SO OUT OF CONTROL! Oh, oh, oh, I wish, I WISH! I want them to know. I want them to know just what this entire fucking city would look like if I did an iota of the things I want to. I break a damn vase and I’m ‘out of control.’ THIS is what control LOOKS LIKE! Nothing’s on fire! The only person who’s bleeding is me! Nothing is destroyed. Nobody’s dead. The list of people in this damn place who’ve never physically hurt anyone is one-person-long and it’s ME! It’s ME! Everyone here is allowed to HURT me but I can’t CUT MY OWN FEET ON SOME GLASS? WHY CAN THEY HURT ME, BUT I CAN’T HURT ME?” 

She is sobbing, and now someone is knocking on the door. She demands, “Whoever it is, just KILL THEM!” 

“I am not going to kill anyone, Pleiades.” 

“SINCE WHEN?” Alright, that’s a fair question. Honestly, I don’t have a problem killing someone if she wants them dead. Obviously. But I’m glad to know her well enough that I can tell she doesn’t mean it. 

“I’ll make them go away, okay?” 

“Just do something. Please.” She sits on the floor, curled over, crying into her lap. I don’t understand what the fuck is going on. But I do answer the door. 

It’s Qar. She tries to speak before I do, but I’m faster. “I cannot imagine what in the fuck could possibly make you think that right now is a good time.” 

“You’re going to let me speak to her.” 

“False prophecy.” 

“You’re going to let me speak to her. You’re not doing any favors by catering to that girl’s melodrama. Now you will let me in there so I can get her into shape.” 

Behind me, Pleiades is weeping. “Make her go away. Make her go away. She’s the worst one. I want her to die. Make her leave. Make her leave. Make her leave.” 

Qar begins to raise her voice and speak directly to Pleiades. “You are arrogant, you are ungrateful, you are-” 

I shove the door open hard enough to hit her in the face with it, and I step out and close it behind me. She’s got both hands over her nose, which I assume is probably bleeding, and she’s looking up at me like I just grew two extra heads. I tell her, “You are leaving. And if you return, I will disfigure you.”

She glares at me for a while. I can say a lot of very true and very unkind things about Qar but one thing she isn’t is an idiot. I can see her calculating to discern whether or not I’m bluffing, and she must have arrived at the correct answer, because the next thing she does is turn around and start walking. She snipes at me, “I’m going to have someone throw you out of here.” 

“Anyone is welcome to try.” Really, I think Pleiades would probably get a kick out of watching me gut a handful of armed security personnel. But I’m hoping to avoid all that if I can.

I hate myself for it, but the first thing I think about once Qar is gone is that bread knife on the table. 

Upon going back inside, I’m relieved to find the knife in the same place it was before. And Pleiades is still on the floor. Whimpering. 

She asks me, “She’s gone?” 

“Yes.” 

Then she tells me, “My feet hurt.” 

I pick her up to carry her to bed. She’s lighter in my arms than she usually is. She doesn’t eat when she’s stressed and I think she’s lost at least ten pounds since we’ve been here. This was a horrible idea. I should have left her in Greece. Should have never offered to bring her ‘home.’ Shouldn’t have even told her I was coming here. Shouldn’t have accepted this contract at all. 

I lay her down and sit nearby. She puts her feet in my lap and then asks, “Is it bad?” 

It’s pretty bad. “Not terribly. Many cuts. But they’re not deep.” 

“Is there glass stuck in there?” 

Quite a lot. “There’s some. I think I can get it out.”

“Will it hurt?” 

“Probably no more than it hurt to walk all over broken glass in the first place. But I can bring you some wine for the pain.”

“Okay.” 

She always giggles when I kiss her on the nose, so that’s what I do. She doesn’t giggle this time. But she does smile for a most fleeting moment. That’ll have to do. I tell her, “I won’t take long.” 

[mellow-elbow]

“I’m anti Leighton” was in response to an ask you sent asking where I stood in the situation. Sorry that I didn’t really clarify that.

Not to mention how he's cheated on people, bragged about sleeping with a girl behind her back

He cheated while incredible inebriated on shrooms and alcohol- which doesn’t excuse what he did- and he states the guilt ate him alive and he broke off the relationship with the person he cheated on. This information dragged people who had nothing to do with the situation into the light. This information was not Lex’s to share. It had nothing to do with her experience.

said slurs multiple times on video and in private

I will agree with him that YouTube comedy in 2010’s was very offensive and low brow. One of my favorite YouTube channels got famous overnight for literally uploading a playthrough while everyone was drunk and screaming some of the most offensive garbage on earth. That doesn’t make it okay, but it still happened. Matt has mentioned multiple times in more recent media that the things he said in the beginning weren’t funny and would take them back if he could. I remember him stating something akin to that in one of the epicSMP streams. As for in private, there’s no way either party can prove that because it was in private. If it IS true then that’s fucked up, obviously.

made fun of two homeless folk about them living in his very dirty office

I’m a bit foggy on this, so forgive me as it’s been over 24 hours since I’ve watched any of the videos. We all know the plex is cluttered and messy. You can see it in literally every live action video. It’s a house where a bunch of neurodivergent dudes in their 20’s work every day. My room sure as hell isn’t clean. I can’t remember if Matt clarified more on this, but he was allegedly trying to make light of the situation by jokingly motivating them. “Any updates on a place? Haha when is your next vacation?” can all be read in different tones bc they’re texts with literally no tone indication. This is why misinterpretation is a running theme. How someone says it and how another person takes it wont always line up. It’s also very common for humans to accidentally read texts and emails incorrectly depending on the mood they’re in. I’m not saying either party is correct in this, both sides clearly struggle with this.

This is COVERING UP SEXUAL ASSAULT

Lex’s trauma and experience was not his to bring to light. If he had stated “by the way Don’s fired for sexual assault” would have left fans harassing for years for more questions. “By the way Don sexually assaulted Lex” would have had even more people up his ass because he just publicized a trauma that was not his own. If he had forced Lex to make her situation public before releasing a statement about Don that would have been even MORE fucked up. That’s what happened to me in 2020- I was forced to admit I was a victim before I was ever ready. Victims need to speak on their own time.

As somebody who got its own rape covered up by it's school and ex-friends, the fact you can even stomach this is saddening. I hope you grow and change, have a good day.

I’m sorry you went through that, I went through the same thing. I’m sorry this trauma has hardened you. I’m sorry this trauma will haunt you for the rest of your life, just like mine does to me. I’m sorry life will never be the same.

I don’t stomach this. Lex is a victim over everything else. Leighton orchestrated this entire thing and I watched it happen from the sidelines collecting as much incriminating evidence as I could for when the time is right. Ryan fucked up. Matt did his best.

At the end of the day, it’s not my apology to forgive. I am not Lex. I am not on anybody’s side- this is sexual assault, not a damn football game.

But I will never stop loving and caring and accepting that people make mistakes. We are human. We will fuck up. Everyone is going to fuck up. But we are still worthy of love.

I don't mean this is a rude way, but didn't Matt basically admit to covering up the assault ? Why would you support him after that ? /genq esp with all of lex's evidence

In his apology video he states he never tried to cover up the assault but it also wasn’t his experience to really bring to light. He didn’t want to say anything about it until Lex did, and wasn’t going to force her to come out and say it publicly. So ties were cut behind curtains. If you haven’t seen his video, I recommend watching it with a neutral view.

And to answer your other asks, I’m anti-Leighton. I believe Lex was sexually assaulted as a victim of SA myself. I believe SuperMega could have handled it better, but they were looking for guidance on how to help since they had never been in a situation like this before and they didn’t really get any.

I believe Leighton takes advantage of people in emotionally and mentally vulnerable states to push his agenda and it makes me fucking sick, especially knowing how he treated my close friends (I will not elaborate on that because their experiences are not mine to tell and I respect that) when they were in similar mental states.

At the end of the day, everyone is human. Humans make mistakes- and it’s in our nature to learn from those mistakes.

[theringers]

friends with benefits - charles leclerc

summary: type A planner best friend lives with no thoughts head empty best friend and they decide to start sleeping together

request: 37 , 70, 78 w charles😃

prompts: 37) “Please? I'll be good, I promise!" 70) “we’re just…friends.” “friends don’t do this type of shit!” 78) “Not to make things weird, but I thought about you when I came last night.”

a/n: charles, head empty no thoughts just his hot roommate and his inability to keep things to himself

warnings: nsfw, 18+, angst kinda, friends to fuck buddies, oral sex

“Could you uhhhhh do me a favor?” You asked Charles. The fuzzy blanket was draped over both of you and he was about to press play on the movie.

His eyes rolled. “What do you need, my love?” He asked in a sarcastic tone.

“Can you maybe make some popcorn?” You tried to slow your words down a bit, for some reason thinking he would be more inclined to say yes if you asked like that.

He exhaled loudly. “Fine.” He tossed the blanket over to you so he could get up off the couch. “But only because now you’ve got that thought in my mind and I want it.”

“If doing things for yourself instead of me makes you feel better, that’s okay with me.” You smiled. This was a typical weeknight for the two of you.

You were a self proclaimed movie critic. Charles just got stuck with a self proclaimed movie critic as a roommate, but it made for some entertaining nights.

The two of you met in high school and immediately formed a bond. Everything between you two was easygoing and laid back, which he loved. He was never a huge people person or party type and neither were you.

You found peace in each other’s silent company and eventually realized you had more in common than you first thought. That following summer, you did practically everything together. Charles had a couple girlfriends here and there and you had a couple boyfriends as well, but it didn’t really matter. Nothing ever stuck.

College rolled around and you weren’t sure what to do. You wanted to stay in Monaco close to your family, but you just couldn’t live at home anymore. Lucky for you, Charles offered to let you move into his spare bedroom until you could make a decision. It had been years and you were still in that spare bedroom. The thought of moving out and doing something different hadn’t crossed your mind since the day you moved in.

“Do you want butter or no butter?” He asked from the kitchen, hands full of popcorn bags.

“Come on is that even a question?”

“Right. Butter. Lots of it.” He threw the bag into the microwave and it started to pop.

He came back with a bowl full of steaming popcorn and handed it to you.

“Be careful it’s,” he looked at you to see your mouth wide open and steam coming out, “hot.”

“Almost hotter than you,” you said once you caught your breath.

He rolled his eyes and fake laughed. “Hilarious, y/n.”

“I’m being serious.”

“C’mon, we’ve talked about this.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that I think you’re hot,” you said. Every time this was brought up, he got so flustered. Which was why you continued to joke around with him and flirt with him. He would never act on it.

“Y/n…. I’m gonna go to bed if you keep this up.” He was annoyed.

“I’m sorry. Please stay? I’ll be good, I promise.” You batted your eyelashes at him.

“Fine, but you gotta stop,” he said, pulling your legs onto his lap so you could lounge more comfortably.

A rom-com was playing on the TV and the sound of munching on popcorn was filling the room.

A long distance relationship played out on the screen. Lots of phone calls, lots of phone sex, lots of jerking off to each other’s photos. You shifted in your seat, trying to seem casual and not uncomfortable.

“Not to make things weird, but I thought about you when I came last night.” You stopped shifting and looked at Charles.

“So much for ‘we’ve talked about this’.” You held up air quotes. “Care to elaborate?” He was known for saying out of pocket things. Sometimes you weren’t sure if he fully thought things through before he said them.

“I mean, not really. The movie just reminded me of it.”

You couldn’t think of a response quick enough so he continued to talk. “You always say whatever’s on your mind so I thought I might try it out.”

“You don’t do that enough already?”

“I’m trying to be more honest.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes at him. “I applaud you for that. But you can’t just leave me hanging like this.”

“Don’t hate me, that’s all I’m going to say.” His hand rubbed up and down your shins that were resting on his lap.

“I could never hate you, Charles.”

“Last night when you took a shower, you left the bathroom door wide open. I was just walking back to my room from the kitchen, I didn’t mean to-”

You laughed and interrupted him. “Charles, it’s okay. That’s my fault.”

“I just glanced, I promise. But I couldn’t get the thought out of my mind. And my cock was still really hard after a while.”

“You knew I was awake, you should have come to my room,” you said. It sounded good in theory but if you were being honest with yourself, you wouldn’t know what to do if he showed up at your bedroom door with a boner.

“We’re just friends though. Friends don’t do that type of shit.” He took a deep breath and looked off in the distance. Anything to avoid eye contact.

“Says who?” He looked at you and tilted his head in confusion. “A lot of friends do that type of shit. There’s even a word for it.”

“Have you thought about this before?”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t… Charles, we’re two young twenty somethings that live together. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about what it would be like if we were sleeping together.”

“I don’t mean this in a bad way but I honestly didn’t think about it until I saw you.”

“Maybe it’s just the hopeless romantic in me.” You had thought about what a perfect storyline it would make for you two to sleep together but never the reality of actually getting into bed with him. Now that made you nervous.

“More like the horny romantic”

“Very funny…” You tossed a piece of popcorn at him and he swatted it away.

“So, are we doing this thing?” He turned his attention from the TV to you.

“Tell me you didn’t just actually ask me that question.” He was blunt and never beat around the bush.

“I did, and I would like an answer, please.” You wanted to smack that stupid smile off of his face for how he was making you feel.

“What’s this thing?” He needed to spell it out.

“Are you,” he pointed to you, “going to let me,” his finger moved to himself, “inside of you?”

You burst out laughing. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty. We need to set some ground rules for this.”

“Rules?” He didn’t look like he was a fan of rules. And as his roommate, you knew he wasn’t a fan of them. Just ask the groceries you’ve gone shopping for two months in a row.

“Our friendship, our cohabitation, you know. I’m not just going to let you go willy nilly on me without making sure you aren’t going to leave me friendless or homeless after.” Nothing could be done with you unless it was carefully planned. All possible outcomes had to be thought through.

“I would never leave you friendless or homeless.”

“Even if I was the worst person at sex, in the world, ever?”

“I highly doubt you’re the worst, but even if you were.”

“You’d still fuck me, even if everyone in the entire world was better than me. Damn I’m lucky.”

“Here’s a rule for you. You need to tell me how it feels. I’ll fuck you however you want to be fucked so you better tell me when something feels good.” Charles said.

“I can do that. If you like something I do, tell me. If you don’t, tell me.” You talked a big game but telling Charles how he made you feel sexually made your spine tingle, and you weren’t sure if it was anxiety or desire.

“I doubt there’s anything you can do to my body that I won’t like.” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. He was a guy after all.

“You wanna bet?” You asked, lunging at him jokingly.

“Sure, I’d like to see you try.”

“I guess I will, then.” You just needed time to plan it first.

He stood up and held out his hand for you to take. “Now that we’ve talked about it, I can’t get it off my mind.”

“You want to do this, right now?” Panic set in. This was too sudden.

“Right now,” he said, confidently. “If, that’s what you want, of course.”

“Okay.” You followed him into the hallway, bypassing your bedroom and ending up in his.

You took a few shy steps around, like you’d never been in there before. “Do you want to get on top or do you want me to?”

“Y/n…” He needed you to just relax and let go.

“Right, right, let’s just do it.” You took a step forward and he grabbed your face in his hands. Your lips moved with his, feeling soft and warm. There was only so much in your life you could plan. This was never part of it.

He slowly guided you to his bed and gently pushed you backwards. His shirt slid over his head and you admired his body, looking at him in a different light. He never took his shirt off around you with sexual intentions but this was new. And fun.

You smiled at him, both of you acknowledging what you were about to do. It made you explode inside thinking about how much you were enjoying this, letting someone else take control and letting go. You shouldn’t be enjoying this, you thought. Snap out of it.

“Before we start, is there anything you really don’t like?” He asked, reaching for the button of your denim shorts. You nodded side to side, giving him permission to pull the shorts down your legs.

He immediately pulled your thong aside and slipped a finger between your folds. He smiled feeling the wetness. “Thinking about us fucking is turning you on, isn’t it?”

“Don’t embarrass me,” you shot him a look and he understood.

“I’m not embarrassing you. It’s sexy.” He kneeled between your legs on the floor.

“Well, keep it to yourself,” you said.

“Why would I keep it to myself when I have physical proof that thinking about us is turning you on?” One of his fingers easily slid inside of you and your hips shifted as you rolled your eyes at him. “Is this okay?” He asked, concerned by your movements.

“Yes,” you said, unsure of what else to say. You didn’t want to give him any more ammo to make fun of you. You told each other everything but this was one side of you he never saw, and you didn’t think he ever would. Vulnerability at its finest, but you agreed to this.

His finger moved in and out of you and the sounds of your wet pussy made you want to cover your face and hide. He added a second and slowly curled his fingers up to hit your g-spot. A soft moan escaped your lips despite the fact that you were trying hard to keep them to yourself.

“Tell me how it feels.” He said.

“It feels,” you took a moment to breathe in, “so good.” He used his other hand to play with your clit, causing you more pleasure. You were looking at the ceiling, finding it hard to acknowledge that Charles was the one making you feel like this. If you squeezed your eyes shut hard enough, maybe this wouldn’t be something you needed to worry about.

A euphoric feeling began to build in your stomach, your legs slowly going numb in the best way possible. You continued to try and hold in your moans but when you hit your climax, everything was uncontrollable. Your body jerked and moans fell as you rode out your high.

You opened your eyes to see Charles pulling his fingers out and smiling. He made you feel that way and while you lay half naked on his bed post-orgasm, it was starting to feel okay. How much more vulnerable could you get with him than this?

He stood up and pulled his sweatpants off, his hard cock springing out of his cotton boxers. Your jaw dropped and you couldn’t help but stare as he stroked himself, preparing for you. He noticed, but ignored it, granting your request of not embarrassing you. The look he shot you was enough to know that he was aware of your stares.

“I’m only gonna say it one more time,” he said, leaning on top of you with his hands on either side of your head. “You need to tell me how it feels, or I’m going to start talking really dirty with you.”

You laughed, feeling more relaxed than before. “I almost want to keep quiet on purpose just to see that.”

He dipped his head in disappointment. “Not funny.”

“I think I’m pretty funny.”

“You are, but I want to make you feel good. I’d rather know then instead of you telling me I sucked after.”

“Okay, okay,” you obliged. He nodded and positioned himself at your entrance, slowly pushing himself inside of you.

You had to adjust to his size - his dick was nothing like his fingers. He didn’t give you much time before he started moving and you didn’t even care. He felt so good inside of you and seeing his body on top of you was putting you at ease rather than stressing you out, like you had expected it to.

His head rested in the crook of your neck, giving you perfect access to his ear. Almost like he did it on purpose, to make you more comfortable. You didn’t have to look at him in the eyes and admit how good he was making you feel. “Your dick feels so good,” you whispered in his ear and he grunted in response.

“You’re so tight, fuck,” he said into your ear, slightly nibbling on the lobe.

His hips moved rhythmically while you lifted your feet onto his back to change the angle. You couldn’t help but let more moans slip out at the feeling. “I think I’m gonna cum,” you said, quietly.

“Let go,” he said followed by a few expletives. His pelvis ground into you, creating a sensation on your clit you’ve never experienced.

You felt your second orgasm of the night build up as he continued to fuck you, keeping the same pace. You held your hands on his back and let moans fall to his ear making sure he knew how good you felt.

He pulled out of you and your body felt like deadweight. You were glued to the bed and couldn’t find the energy to get up. “How was that?” He asked. Of course he couldn’t give you a second to recover before opening his mouth.

“Great,” you smiled, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Did you finish?” You sure hadn’t felt him cum inside of you and you don’t think he wore a condominium either.

“No, but I just wanted to make sure you felt good.” He picked his sweatpants up off the floor and went to put his boxers back on before you stopped him.

“Unacceptable. I’m not going to let you jerk off thinking about me two nights in a row. Especially not after I was just naked in your bed.” Your post-orgasm confidence was showing when you dropped to your knees in front of him and took his still hard cock in your hand.

Slick juices still covered it, making it easier for you once you took him in your mouth. He was bigger than you expected, so you started swirling your tongue around the tip while your hand worked at the rest of him. “Shit,” you could hear him say.

You slowly took more of him, hollowing out your cheeks in response to his moans. His hand found the back of your head but rested there, not wanting to pressure you for more but he couldn’t resist once you fit almost all of him in your mouth.

The sounds he made caused butterflies in your stomach knowing that you were the sole reason for those sounds. His grip got tighter on you and he started to thrust into you when you felt a warm liquid shoot down your throat.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he grunted while you took every last drop. You stood up and took a step back, swiping your finger over your bottom lip.

He looked at you with the same eyes you looked at him after he finished fucking you. “So, uh,” he said. “Where do we go from here?”

You nervously looked around the room. “Should we finish the movie?”

“Great idea.”

You both put your clothes back on and sat back on the couch. “Let’s talk about that.” He never knew when to shut up, but sometimes it was for the better.

“What about it?”

“Did you like it? Should we do it again? Do you want to move out?” You laughed at his last question.

“It was really good,” you said, your thoughts wandering to just a few moments ago. You wouldn’t mind having him on top of you again. “We might as well.”

“Just one more thing,” he said. “Don’t fall in love with me.” He smiled and let out a giggle. You weren’t sure if he was being serious or not, but you laughed along too.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

ruined, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Why is there a mostly shirtless man in your bedroom and why is it Kim Namjoon's, your roommate's, fault? All you want to do is play League of Legends, not be visually attacked by ridiculously attractive Jeon Jungkook as his six friends perform living room karaoke at the top of their very drunk lungs.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; classic Namjoon ripping clothes; you don't have to know how to play LoL, I explain most of it; smut (fem reader, dirty talk, begging, scratching / marking, nipple play, edging / orgasm denial, handjob, (unintentional?) voyeurism, little bit of cum-eating, choking, cowgirl, cock warming); non-idol!BTS – purple-haired, kind-of-a-brat, sub!Jungkook x gamer, noona, dom!reader, ft OT6 being chaotic in the background XD

@yn-the-reader linked me in this and I was already writing about him. a prophet, maybe? XD

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“WHY ARE YOU SHIRTLESS?”

You died.

Not literally, but also literally.

“Fuck!”

Now you had thirty-seven seconds of gray screen to figure out why the fuck Jeon Jungkook had busted into your bedroom on this cheerful night with his black dress shirt three-quarters of the way unbuttoned, revealing most of his – oh, sweet Satan, very muscular – pecs and the upper half of his abs. He was holding something in his hands, looking helpless and sad, while you were panic buying Liandry's Anguish and experiencing a special form of anguish yourself.

“Noona, um–”

That’s right, because you were in the middle of a League of Legends game, playing Cassiopeia, the Serpent’s Embrace, also known as half-snake lady or the lamia of the champion roster or a mean version of Monster Musume’s Miia (if you know, you know, and if you don’t, be glad you don’t). Your roommate was having friends over after going drinking. All this was fine and dandy with you, because you were going to spend all night wearing headphones and playing League of Legends, therefore ignoring the outside world, until the outside world came to bother you in the form of Kim Namjoon’s – your roommate’s – mostly shirtless friend Jeon Jungkook.

He wasn’t mostly shirtless most of the time, only right now.

“Noona, Namjoon-hyung ripped my shirt…” Jungkook whimpered hesitantly, chewing on his lip. He looked awkward and distraught despite his long dark purple hair giving him a rather fierce, bad-boy look.

Namjoon was a great roommate. He was smart, conversational, and insightful. A chat with him usually led to an enriching, open-minded perspective. He was relatively clean, considerate, communicative, nonjudgmental, fun to be around, and only set the kitchen on fire twice.

The second time was your fault.

You shouldn’t have let Namjoon in the kitchen the second time.

Also, Namjoon with his friends was a wildly chaotic time. All of his friends, especially drunk, were fucking nuts. Normally, they were probably relatively calm people (maybe not Kim Seokjin or Jung Hoseok, they were very excitable), but together they were a mess. You often wondered how they could function as a group.

Currently, however, you were trying to collect your brain cells as you had mere seconds before respawning onto the platform and were forced to play again. Timing in League of Legends was very important. Seconds can mess up wave management of minions and wave mismanagement can lead to game losses if you weren’t careful. The nuances of the game were often ignored by casual players.

You were, in short, a nerd about it.

“Fucking s-shit, what h-happened?” you sputtered out, turning back to your screen, unable to look at mostly shirtless Jungkook because he was MOSTLY SHIRTLESS. Honestly, he had quite nice pecs, and you should not be thinking about that, but it was incredibly distracting, just like how it used to be distracting when Namjoon was shirtless, but several years of living with him made you accustomed to his impressive pectoral muscles, to the point where you could joke about them with him.

But this was not Namjoon – this was his younger friend Jungkook and you had no idea Jungkook was ripped, mostly because you didn’t pay attention to Namjoon’s friends.

There were too many of them and you were too introverted for that.

“I don’t know, he just grabbed my shirt and it ripped and I managed to find all the buttons, but, but…”

Cassiopeia respawned on the platform and you couldn’t ignore the snake lady any longer. You had to play the game because four random people on your team were counting on you and you couldn’t exactly type, sorry, there’s a hot man in my room with his shirt practically off and I don’t know what to do with my life, so you had to suck it up and play the damn game.

Right-clicking and keeping your eyes only on your computer monitor.

Half-listening to that trembling, silvery voice coming up behind you, making your hairs stand on end even though all he was doing was dumping the tiny buttons on your desk.

Oh, fuck me, you thought to yourself.

“Can you repair it? Please? My mom bought me this shirt and Namjoon-hyung said you can sew, so maybe you can sew them back on? Please?”

“Yes, Jungkook, I can, just not right now, I’m in the middle of a game,” you rambled, suddenly trading damage with the enemy Viktor, trying to avoid the laser from the Machine Herald, swearing under your breath as you stutter-stepped and stunned him, poisoning him quickly enough with your abilities to avoid dying. “I will help you, I just – fucking shit, get the fuck away from me Udyr, fuck!”

“Wow, you curse a lot, noona. It’s kind of funny.”

“I – fuck– I mean, sometimes, and what are you guys doing out there? It sounds like a deranged cabaret club,” you remarked, ticking your head towards the direction of your bedroom door.

“Karaoke!” Jungkook replied brightly, still standing behind you, why was he standing behind you, it was freaking you out a little, but Ocean Dragon was being taken and a team fight was about to happen, so you had to ignore it and support your teammates in chasing down the enemy support.

Seokjin hit a high note that was so shrill that you heard it through your headphones.

“… Wow, he’s got some lungs on him.”

“Do you wanna join us, noona?”

“I can’t sing.”

“Neither can we.”

“Pretty sure all of you can sing better than I can, even Yoongi and Namjoon. I’m fucking terrible.”

“I’m not that good.”

You barely survived with thirty hit points after that debacle of a team fight, but your team had the dragon and you all were slowly on your way to victory. You pressed the ‘B’ key to return to base, but kept your eyes on the screen, lest Udyr, the Spirit Walker and serial bear stun-slapping enemy jungler, ran your ass down and killed you.

“Jungkook, your voice is absolutely heavenly. Fucking beautiful. I’m sure every human being on Earth would want to be serenaded by you.”

Silence that you didn’t notice was awkward for him because you were too busy letting out a sigh of relief and building your next item, typing quickly to your teammates. You all were about to set up for vision around Baron Nashor, a large purple worm-dragon monster that when killed provided a significant, sometimes game-ending buff.

“R… really?”

“Yeah, and you’re handsome, gorgeous, and hot as hell too, so the whole damn package,” you responded absentmindedly, realizing the enemy were trying to split-push and trade objectives so you sent some pings to your teammate to take care of that as you accompanied the main group to help clear waves of minions.

Heat.

You heard him shift beside you and suddenly his face was next to yours, watching your screen closely.

Side-step, cast your ultimate, cast your Miasma ability to ground the enemies and prevent them from dashing away, switching between auto-attacking and piercing them with Twin Fang, all in the span of a mild freak-out because why was Jungkook so FUCKING close?

“Wow, you’re so good at League.”

“I’m Diamond rank, so not that good, but definitely better than all seven of you combined.”

“Haha, true, we’re all pretty bad,” Jungkook laughed next to your ear and, oh, shit, is warm breath feathered on your neck, why weren’t you wearing a turtleneck or something and not your self-cropped oversized band t-shirt and slinky black leggings, why weren’t you cocooned in layers of clothes, because you were quickly highly aware of how attractive Namjoon’s friends were.

To top it all off, you were in the middle of a game, so you just had to tolerate it and stay calm for the sake of your teammates and your elo.

“Maybe you could teach us and we’ll teach you something in return.”

“You guys don’t even listen to each other, why would I assume you all would listen to me?”

“I’d listen to you, noona.”

Now your team was doing the Baron dance, skirting in and out of vision, daring the other team to make a move, daring each other to make a mistake so the other could capitalize on it, slowly, slowly, watch the waves, watch the minimap. Careful. You could control the situation if you were calm and not too trigger-happy. Tension in your fingers and tension in your neck because your roommate’s friend was right next to your head, observing your every move.

His violet hair brushed your shoulder.

Soft, delicate strands against your skin.

“You’re more experienced, so you would know what to do.”

Your support snap-engaged a fight and you were immediately in the zone, right clicking rapidly, cycling through your abilities, keeping track of the opponents’ spells, determined not to let any of them get away, following your teammate’s calls and not hesitating, because hesitation as death and loss, and you were so close to winning you could taste it, going after it with passionate vigor and a slow-forming grin, seeing and hearing the in-game announcer declaring, QUADRA KILL.

You didn’t kill all five of them because someone took the pentakill from you.

You might have cared about that except your ear exploded into clapping as Jungkook excitedly applauded for you, cheering you on, reminding you that a mostly shirtless man was standing right next to you.

Thanks, Namjoon, you thought sarcastically.

“Wow, you played that so well, dodging the Viktor ult and stunning three people like that–”

You felt your cheeks heat at the compliments, busying yourself with your team killing Baron. You didn’t usually have someone commenting on your games. Your eyes flickered to the small buttons on your desk.

Especially not a mostly shirtless guy.

Mostly shirtless hot guy.

Back to screen, seeing your jungler’s typed instructions, suggesting you all to destroy as many structures as you could and then prepare for the next fight for Ocean Dragon Soul and – oh? Your eyebrows raised as the screen abruptly jerked to the enemy base, the nexus inside exploding into shiny gem-like fragments that became the VICTORY banner.

“They surrendered?” you uttered with surprise, clicking on the CONTINUE button. “Why?”

Your eyes flickered to the kill score.

“Oh, thirty-two to nine… maybe that’s why….”

Your team had the nine deaths and the opponent team had thirty-two so, well, maybe that’s why they surrendered the game.

“Aw, that’s no fun,” Jungkook pouted as you clicked on the damage screen. Second most damage. Okay, you could take that. You were a little distracted.

“So, about your problem–”

You spun around to, ack, realize that, yes, Jungkook’s shirt was still flapped wide open to expose his chest like an unwrapped piece of caramel candy. He seemed to realize it too, making a surprised face and yanking the sides closed, as if you hadn’t gotten a damn eyeful already.

“I can resew the buttons back on, but you should borrow a shirt from Namjoon in the meantime,” you managed to say, clearing your throat. “Because I, ah, can’t really sew it when you’re still wearing the shirt.”

“Oh… Oh, right, yeah.”

Then he started yanking his shirt out of his slacks.

UMMMMMMM.

Usually, you didn’t care about this stuff. Men were men. They had chests. But you had things you liked too. Just like how men like tits and ass, you liked well-built pecs and forearms. Actually, you appreciated a nice ass and thighs too. And cute faces. Fuck, you loved a cute face.

“Uh, Jungkook…”

He looked up, questioningly. Big round brown eyes, his violet bangs framing his chiseled jaw, parted pink lips, the small mole underneath his lower lip looking so, so kissable, quivering slightly.

Fuck, Jungkook had a cute face.

His shirt was very open.

Fuck, his lightly tanned skin.

He was hesitating around a button, his deft fingers flexed, ink black tattoos standing out on his knuckles and the back of his hand. Your legs were slightly spread, thighs flush to your gaming chair. Half a second and Jungkook’s eyes flickered back up to your face, pretending he hadn’t been looking.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Are you really just gonna strip in my room and walk out asking Namjoon for a shirt and hope none of the six guys think anything about it?”

His eyes shifted around your room. Bed with black sheets and black velvet duvet. Television with your gaming consoles. Your collection of character figurines from various games. Your black denim jacket hanging on a hook, covered in monotone patches that you had sewn yourself, mostly occult-themed, skeletons, skulls, cats, ghosts, potions, eyeballs, that kind of thing. Back to your desk.

Your legs.

Really staring at your thighs, hips, and crotch.

Up your torso, your hands, your exposed collarbones.

Your face.

Guarding his expression, testing the waters.

“Maybe,” Jungkook said slowly. His eyes darted away and back, teeth catching his lower lip. “I really am hoping you can fix my shirt.”

You watched his face carefully, the flare of darkness in those brown orbs, a hint of naughtiness, dancing with danger. Jungkook had a mischievous streak. You could tell by the way he interacted with his hyungs, listening but talking back, helping them with things but not without a roll of his eyes or a smart remark added, probably because all his friends were older and he was the youngest. He knew he could get away with it.

In short.

Brat.

“What would you like in return, noona?” Jungkook purred, smile dancing on his lips.

Honorifics were supposed to honor you. Show a sign of respect and all that shit.

All I wanted to do was play video games, you grumbled internally. Not suddenly have a thirst fest for one of Namjoon’s best friends. You narrowed your eyes a little, seeing the smirk on that perfectly shaped mouth. He’s not stopping either.

Outside your room, something fell with a loud crash. Probably Namjoon by the depth of that startled yelp. Everyone else started laughing and a very loud, cheerful melody was blasting from the living room television. Nobody was coming to investigate you and Jungkook.

Yet.

“Turn around and ask for a shirt,” you sighed, waving a hand. “Then take off your shirt in the bathroom and then, only then, do you come back and give me your dress shirt.”

You saw Jungkook frown, not expecting that as your answer.

“Oh. Okay.”

He seemed disappointed, lowering his hands.

The silky fabric of the dress shirt slid off his right shoulder, partly revealing his tattoo sleeve and fully revealing his right collarbone and shoulder.

You sucked in a breath, eyes flickering to it. Then his face. Then back to his body. Fuck. Fuckity fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. Jungkook jumped, startled by the fallen fabric and reached over to grab the fallen collar. Your hand moved faster than you had time to think. You had good reaction time. It was the gaming obsession.

You slapped his hand down.

Jungkook squeaked, head snapping up, purple hair floating around him, gold chain on his neck glittering as he swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing. Strangely, his chain resembled your sterling silver choker that you were wearing right now, except you also wore another necklace with a circular white gold pendant with your zodiac sign.

Not that anyone was ever close enough to inspect it.

“N-Noona?” he breathed, sounding strangely winded.

Shit.

You hadn’t meant to do that. Your body reacted faster than your head.

Shit.

Fuck, he had a nice body. His pecs. Even had a nice dark nipple – well, he probably had two, but you could only see one at the moment – and it all trimmed down to a slim waist and shapely hips. You could tell because of his tailored black slacks. He had been wearing a blazer earlier in the evening too. It was probably on a chair somewhere in the apartment.

Shit.

What did Jungkook need to look so damn good for?

“Where did you guys go to be dressed like that?”

Yes, you were really just going to interrogate him with his shirt dangling off like that.

Jungkook chewed on his lower lip, the tiny mole underneath bouncing up and down as he spoke. “We went to a fancy hotel rooftop bar to celebrate Yoongi-hyung’s award that he won at the music show for producing that song–”

“Ah, right, Namjoon mentioned that earlier today.” Dress code must have been black tie.

Those dark brown eyes found yours, observing you carefully.

“I would have liked to see you there, noona.”

You stopped staring at the tattoos on his bicep and made eye contact. Fuck. Those eyes. Sparkling with deviousness. Trying to see how far he could push your buttons.

“I wonder what kind of dress would you have worn?” he murmured, musing to himself. “I bet you would have looked hotter than any girl there.” Jungkook smiled, playful and boyish. He wasn’t being sleazy about it. Every word was light and honest. “A tight little black dress? Maybe bright red? Short, because you have incredible legs. It would be a crime not to show them off.” He was only complimenting you. His tone wasn’t trying to be suggestive.

Yet.

You didn’t close your legs. You had nothing to be shy about.

Instead, you leaned back in your gaming chair as if it was a throne, resting your left elbow on the armrest and your chin on two fingers, thighs wide open, and your other hand in between them, fingers curled inward to your inner thigh.

Jungkook’s pink lips curved ever higher, ever more roguish.

“Whatever you would have chosen, you would have looked so, so sexy.”

You ticked your head.

“I know.”

Because you did.

Look here, Jeon Jungkook, I’m here minding my own damn business and you’re here inserting yourself into my life, so if you can’t handle me knowing my self-worth, you can fuck right off.

He reached up and tucked a bit of his purple hair behind his right ear, grinning at you.

“You sure you don’t want anything from me?” he asked, a slight flicker of pink tongue between white teeth. “I can give first and then you can decide whether or not you want to help.”

Honestly, those sultry eyes could stop a heart.

You removed your hand from your chin, tapping the air with those two fingers in a dismissive manner.

“Hm.”

Outside, Kim Taehyung and Jung Hoseok were singing a soulful duet and Park Jimin was hooting at inappropriate moments to ruin the atmosphere as much as possible. That raspy, breathless laugh was Min Yoongi, who was probably doubled over on the floor in his expensive suit. Classic genius music producer of the year behavior right there.

Jungkook tucked his hands in his pockets, shirt sleeve falling down, revealing his blacked-out inner elbow. Mountains with a dark sky. It must have hurt, doing something like that. Still, he did it. For aesthetics?

You heard the smirk rather than seeing it, mostly because you were looking at his body.

“I would look so damn good on you, noona.”

Alright.

You closed your eyes slowly and reopened them to look directly into those dangerous, dangerous eyes.

“Lock the door.”

Not really an order. More of a statement. Jungkook could do it or not, you knew. He couldn’t be coerced to do anything. He did things because he wanted to do them. He was nice because he wanted to be nice. He was childish when he wanted to be childish.

And.

Jungkook was obedient when he wanted to be obedient.

He turned around, went to your bedroom door, and locked it.

Well then.

He came back and stood in front of you. A little closer now.

You cocked an eyebrow. “They’re going to come looking for you.”

Jungkook smiled down at you. “I’m sure they will.”

You frowned, lowering your hand to tap the end of the armrest. “They’re going to think I started this.”

“You kind of did.”

Your eyes narrowed sharply. He grinned, taking a step closer.

“Because it’s not my fault you look so good,” Jungkook breathed, voice deepening, leaning down, your expression unchanging, not pulling back but not encouraging anything either. “Not my fault your body is hotter than a summer. Not my fault your confidence is the biggest turn-on I’ve ever had in my life.”

Your thighs were still as open as his shirt.

Jungkook put his knee in between them.

His dress shirt was basically almost completely off his body now, falling off the left shoulder too and dangling off his forearms, exposed collarbones and shoulders, tan skin taut over muscle. A delicious body line, so fucking close to you that you could feel the heat. You still didn’t do anything. You weren’t going to do anything. You didn’t prompt this. You were simply minding your own business commanding a snake lady to victory, not expecting to get seduced by a mischievous bunny-like smile and a tiny black mole under a cute pout.

“I can’t help myself around you.”

You usually didn’t say more to Namjoon’s friends than a mere hello, not wanting to bother them with your presence. They were all men after all. You expected them to want bro time or whatever. Also, you were too busy being obsessed with men that didn’t exist in real life to pursue men that did exist in real life.

At least League of Legends had 3D models so no one could say you lived only the 2D lifestyle.

That didn’t mean that you didn’t partake when the dinner laid themselves out to be eaten. They often had to, because you wouldn’t pay attention otherwise.

Purple hair drifted into your vision, surrounding you in a curtain of violet and dark brown eyes, warm exhale and trembling pink lips, trapping you in Jungkook’s gaze, but you refused to relent, keeping your gaze even. Steady breaths to disguise your racing heart.

You kept your hands closed to prevent him from seeing your shaking fingers.

“Every time I see you, I want you to touch me,” he whispered, trying to hide the edge of nervousness by lowering his voice, enticing you to lean in to hear him better because someone was wiping a damn window in the living room outside your door or was that Kim Seokjin laughing?

There was no difference.

Jungkook’s forehead touched yours and you stopped thinking about Seokjin.

“I just want you to feel me up, rip my clothes off, and fuck me until I can’t think straight. Use me, abuse me, wreck me, ruin me,” he shuddered, definitely thinking about it, and one blink and you spied the obvious tent in his pants.

“Maybe I’m a lazy girl,” you finally said, touching your nose to his, inhaling his breath, a little bit of alcohol, a little bit of fruitiness, and that hint of cologne, fresh, clean, and intense. Something else too. Musk, maybe his pheromones or something like that. Whatever it was smelled fucking delicious, just like you. What did your perfume smell like? Spiced fire blended with addictive sweetness.

You shrugged casually.

“Maybe I’m a pillow princess.”

Jungkook chuckled.

“I can tell you’re not.”

You had to smirk.

Of course, you weren’t.

You closed your thighs around his knee and squeezed, raising to your tiptoes. He gasped softly, shivering at the simple touch of your soft thighs pressing around his muscular leg. It was disturbingly noisy out there, but here it was silent, pared down to your breathing and Jungkook’s breathing, mixing together, blazingly hot, closer, closer, doing the careful dance, daring each other to make the move that was so obviously going to happen.

“What are you gonna say when they ask you where you’ve been all this time?” you whispered, avoiding letting your lips brush against his.

“The truth.”

His tongue flickered out and barely touched your lips.

You didn’t make a sound.

Jungkook moaned, the sound drifting into your throat, and you could taste his desire.

“I tripped and fell into your lap.”

Your lips curved into a smirk.

He kissed you.

His hands on the armrests of your rolling chair, pushing it back into your desk, pressing his lips to yours, inhaling deeply, wanting to breathe you, wanting to taste you, wanting you, shivering as you finally touched him with your hands, but this was you, and your first touch wasn’t going to be wasted on a conventional innocent touch.

Your fingers closed in on his rock-hard erection and stroked him through his pants.

Jungkook moaned your name right in your mouth, eyes half-lidded, his violet hair encircling your face as he rolled his hips into your palm, whining deep in his chest.

“Fuck, yes, noona, play with me…”

You flitted your tongue between his lips and he chased it, begging you for more, and yet you continued to tease, light flicks between those soft pillows, nipping at them, even pushing up his lower lip so the tip of your tongue could draw a small heart around that mole, kissing it, so gentle, so delicate. His entire body shook, your hand palming his hardness through his pants, nails scraping against his balls, caressing all of it, acting like you owned it. Jungkook was certainly humping your hand like you did.

“You only want me because I didn’t want you,” you taunted, not bothering to hide your smirk and your slight disapproval.

“That’s not true,” he panted, attempting to get you to touch his chest, pushing you back into your chair, and yet you kept the fingers of your free hand on the cusp of what he wanted, heat close but no contact, causing him to whimper every time your fingernails barely nicked his skin. “I want you because you’re pretty, gorgeous, and hot as hell.”

Hm, that sounded familiar.

“I want you because I love watching you play your favorite games,” he chuckled, kissing the side of your lips, nose to nose. “I want you because I love that little smirk you make when you do something good. I want you because I love that aggressiveness that comes out and how you seem to lose your filter. Shit, it’s so fucking hot when you’re focused. Makes me wanna see your face when you’re pinning me down and having your way with me. Makes me want to obey you and disobey you at the same time, because I want you to reward me and punish me, I just can’t decide, fuck, you make life so hard for me.”

He punctuated hard by violently humping your hand, rattling your desk with his force.

Outside you heard Namjoon yelling “CANNONBALL” and throwing himself onto that giant gray furry beanbag you paid far too much for about six months ago. It was now a household party favorite, due to its massive size and fluffiness. At the moment, it sounded like a pile of six guys in semi-formal clothing was beginning and, instead of watching this heap of hot dudes being constructed, you were making out with the seventh guy’s face and grabbing his dick.

You’ll take this trade.

You felt Jungkook’s hands groping around, undoing his pants and the zipper, trying to get you to touch more, more, desperate for you to be all over him.

“P-Please… please, I don’t know when they’re going to notice…” he pleaded. “You’re so close, so close, ah, I can’t think, please…”

“Shh…” you soothed. “The door is locked.”

Your fingertips finally touched his chest, not disappointed in the slightest when you touched those delicious-looking pecs. They felt just as nice under your palm, his pounding heart and wanton moan vibrating up your arm.

“Aren’t you a needy little brat trying to distract me from my games, hm?”

Your fingertips hooked over the waistband of his boxer briefs.

“You’re going to have to face the consequences, Jungkook.”

You said his name like a delicious sweet about to be eaten, growl in your throat as you yanked down his underwear, capturing his lips, robbing him of his cries as you clawed down his chest, grasping his cock and pumping him, long, complete strokes from base to tip, curling your fingers around his balls, juggling them with your fingers teasingly as he squirmed and groaned. Your free arm shot around his back, digging your nails into his spine, not letting him get away. His black dress shirt was falling, falling to your floor, his bluish-purple hair in your face and his strong hands on your shoulders, sliding down, kneading your breasts through your clothes, whining that you were still wearing a bra – of course, you were, six dudes were coming over and they didn’t need to see your magnificent nipples on display, although clearly one of them wanted to see – and he was trying to get to the hem of your shirt, but you smacked his hands away, building the pressure and speed, pre-cum leaking between your fingers and adding slickness to lessen the dry friction.

Fuck, you could smell him and he smelled so fucking good.

“Noona, please…” Jungkook gasped, hands on the armrests of your chair, tipping his head back at the pleasure, pants at his fucking knees, chest, crotch, thighs on display. “This is… embarrassing…”

He meant him being mostly naked and you being dressed.

You shrugged, acting indifferent. “Not for me.”

He whimpered at your words, so noticeably dominant despite not using an aggressive or commanding tone. Either that or he was very invested in you jacking him off. You suspected it was a combination of the two, considering how eagerly his cock twitched when you answered.

“What should I do, Jungkook? Should I let you cum? Or should I play with you and stop, make you put your clothes back on and walk out there, desperate to be finished off?” you mused aloud, running your nails up his back, not that hard, but he leaned back into it so they sank into him, wordlessly begging you to do it harder, so you did, setting your jaw and scratching at his back, forcing him back into position. His cock throbbed in your hand, pulsating wildly.

Hm, he really loved it, huh.

“P-Please… wanna cum, please don’t be mean…” he gasped, thrusting his hips into your punishingly tight grip.

“Hm, why does it matter? You’ll just run to the bathroom and finish yourself off anyway, right?”

“Want you to do it, please,” he begged, his long hair curling around his jaw, dark purple locks framing the sharpness, lashes fluttering as you rubbed your thumb against the underside of the head, smearing pre-cum over the slit. “Your hand feels so good, so fucking good, better than I thought, please, I need you to touch me or I can’t get off, please…”

You removed your hand.

Jungkook cried out in denied despair, pitch hiking, the sinful sound clearly audible despite the debaucherously loud ruckus outside your bedroom door that included not one, but two people howling like werewolves for some unknown reason. At this point, you were mildly curious.

But you had a job to do.

He grabbed the front of your shirt, almost sobbing with need. Somehow his violet hair was a mess and you hadn’t even touched it. It cascaded over one of his eyes, an indigo curtain, the other chocolate orb shaking and pupil dilated, black prominent in the dark brown.

“Please don’t–”

You shoved two fingers from your right hand into that pleading mouth and raised your left.

He choked, gagging a little on your fingers.

You stuck your tongue out and licked your palm, slathering it with a thick layer of slick saliva.

Jungkook’s eyes widened at the dirty action and then rolled back into his head as you wrapped your hand around his aching cock once more, now covered in saliva, swiftly and fervently jacking him off, hard, fast, tight, nearly choking his cock, pushing his chin up and his chest to your hungry mouth, tongue and teeth and lips, all over those dark nipples hardening under your persistent touch, heedless to his rising moans, so very obvious now what was happening in your bedroom.

It didn’t bother you at all. Jungkook walked in here and asked you to wreck and ruin him, so you did exactly what he asked you to do, leaving harsh bite marks and slippery saliva all over his soft skin, your perfume rubbing off onto his body, coating his chest in your scent and his pulsating thick length with your spit, and he was so fucking hard that you were impressed, feeling his mouth suck on your fingers desperately and wetly, your name a messy garble above your head.

“Fuck, yes, umpf, oh fuck, I’m so close, so close, gonna cum, goona cum for you…!”

“Jungkook?”

You had no idea who called his name through your door, because the next second Jungkook was pitching forward and shooting his cum up your thigh and chest, thick white strings painting your leggings and band t-shirt, soaking into the fabric and creating a sticky mess on your skin, your head lifting in response to his movement to avoid knocking into him, your fingers sliding out of his lips, strings of saliva snapping as they left, and suddenly Jungkook’s face was in your face, his lips on yours in a passionate kiss, rutting into your hand to increase the sensitivity, shoulders and hips flinching, whimpering gratitude and ecstasy into your mouth, his hands in your hair, kissing you deeper, more ravenously, ignoring the questioning voices, lost in the pleasure of his orgasm.

You heard Namjoon say outside your door, “I think he made his move.”

You asshole, at least warn me, you thought irritably.

“You’re so good… so good, exactly what I need… I knew you would be… fuck…”

You thrust your tongue into his lips once and backed off, chuckling as he whined for more.

“Go ask for a shirt.”

Jungkook shook his head rapidly, violet hair flying everywhere. Your hand was still wrapped around his semi-hard cock, his cum dripping onto your wrist. His ears were turning red.

“I can’t… They know something is going on…” he mumbled, scooting closer to you, as if your body heat could somehow mask the fact that you just jacked him off with six of his friends standing outside your bedroom door whispering.

“Maybe you wanted them to know.”

You squeezed his ass and he trembled, clutching your shoulders.

“Easy way to tell them that you want to be owned by me, right?”

You could tell by the way his eyes were darting around rapidly that the thought crossed his mind more than once.

“Jungkook.”

You said it loud enough for a keen ear to hear it if they were really eavesdropping. You looked up at Jungkook, his eyes immediately fixating on yours because of your tone.

In control, not to be questioned.

“Get on your knees.”

Dead silence outside your bedroom.

“B… but…”

His cheeks flushed pink.

You took his chin and pulled him down to your face, murmuring to that mole under his lips, pecking it daintily, almost innocently, his wispy moan drifting over your nose. Your words were barely above a whisper, only for him.

“You made a mess. Clean it up.”

You stroked Jungkook’s chin with your thumb, your other hand tucking his long hair behind his ear.

“I’ll let you sleep in my bed tonight, so be a good boy for me right now and I’ll let you be a bad boy in bed.”

His head tilted and Jungkook whispered your name into your mouth, drenched with desire.

You smirked, stroking his jaw fondly.

He got to his knees, in between your open thighs, leaning forward, subservient eyes on your face as his pink tongue extended, licking at his own cum staining your clothes, eyes closing at your hand on the top of his head, not directing the movement, but reminding him who was in charge here, reminding him with nails in his scalp that he was going to be fucked until he couldn’t think straight.

Used, abused, wrecked, ruined.

-

“I don’t wanna.”

“We both know you do.”

“But I want to fuck you,” Jungkook protested, speaking softly because everyone was sleeping, or at least it seemed that way, not that either you or Jungkook cared, because you were forcing him to his knees on your bed, pushing his torso back, nails digging into his chest, towering over him, his naked body already covered in your bites and scratches, focused on his inner thighs and chest, none on his neck because that’s where he wanted it the most.

And you knew it.

“Noona, please…”

He said please a lot for someone who did not, in fact, want to be pleased, but tortured.

You grabbed him by the chin, cocking an eyebrow.

His hands were behind him, arms shaking as they held him up, shivering delightfully under your petrifying gaze.

“Please what? Hm? Saying please when you come crawling into my room, begging for dirty things with your friends right outside, saying please when you interrupt me and distract me, jeopardizing my chances to win my game?”

You leaned in close, you knowing you were only crafting a scene, him knowing that you didn’t actually care, but Jungkook wanted to hear the words, wanted you to put that malice in your tone to caress his ears, wanted you to cannibalize his sanity and put him in a different headspace, his cock already responding to it, bobbing in the air, purple-red and achingly hard from multiple orgasms, and he still wanted more.

“Saying please so you can say please when you’re under me, helplessly begging me to let you cum?”

You could hear his whines vibrating under your fingertips, pupils blown wide, lower lip trembling, begging you already, such a needy little thing, those lovely brown eyes full of submission, muscles tense with anticipation, every passing second spiraling him into increased frustration, because instead of doing anything, you were only smirking wider and wider, pushing his head back.

“Well? Tell me if you’re a dirty boy or not. Maybe I’ll do what you want.”

His violet hair cascaded to his shoulder blades, his low moan coursing through your fingertips and the heated air of your bedroom.

“Y… Yes, I’m a d-dirty boy…”

“Noona,” you prompted.

Just because you could.

His lips curved into an open smile, two of your fingers hooked over his lower lip, fingertips rubbing his tongue. Your thumb nail pressed into his mole.

“Noona.”

You ripped the condom open with your teeth, which was not advisable unless you were the kind of person that practiced that for hours on end, spending an obscene amount of money on unused condoms to perfect your technique, because nobody wants a broken condom or lube in their teeth. Why would you want to learn such a thing? You were a stickler for details. A perfectionist in perfecting a perfect display of raw dominance.

You spat out the torn corner onto Jungkook’s chest and he whimpered, unashamedly amazed.

Your left hand removed the condom from the package and your right slid out of his mouth and encircled his neck.

You inspected the condom, lazily turning it to the correct position, fingers pressed to the sides of his neck, leaving plenty of space for his trachea between your thumb and forefinger. You didn’t bother looking at his face. Instead, you spread your legs, poised and naked over him and his throbbing cock.

Your right hand started choking him.

Your left hand started rolling the condom down his thick, hard length.

Your name leaked out of his lips in a thin gurgle, his eyes rolling back into his head.

“Say please, Jungkook.”

A sharp, distinct order.

“P… Please…” he gasped out, chest shuddering.

Your hand tightened around his throat and your pussy clenched around his cock as you forced yourself down on him.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuck…”

You didn’t bother asking if he liked it. His vicious fisting of your sheets and trembling body, cries and cock included, told you everything you needed to know. You only watched the color of his cheeks, knowing there were limits to how long you could choke him. Therefore there was no time to be wasted, already starting your favorite pace, rough and hard, filling yourself with that delicious cock built to take your abuse, jaw set, gripping his throat, blood pounding under your fingertips, slapping hips to crotch, heat sparking though your veins, hotter, hotter, your smirk growing more and more smug, tongue tracing your lips as you witnessed Jungkook’s descent into sin, raising his head so he could watch you bounce on his cock with hazed brown orbs, mouth open, tongue lolling out, circulation thinning, purple hair wild around that cute, distressed face.

You let up the pressure on his neck, dark snicker rumbling in your chest.

“This pussy worth it, brat?”

The rush of missing blood into his brain, the suffocating pleasure of your pulsating walls wrapped around his twitching cock, your authoritative growl and merciless words tearing through him – you saw it all taking over Jungkook, forced to respond honestly from pure instinct because there was no time to compile pretty words or a smart comeback.

“Yes, noona, yes, I love it, I love it, this brat fucking loves what you do to him…”

You immediately choked him again and slapped your pussy onto his cock like you were whipping him.

His eyes rolled back and a wild moan tore out of his chest, cut off by your hand.

The bed creaked under you, bearing the weight of your roughness.

“I know you love it,” you snarled, leaning in, fucking him into your bed with vigor, straining his knees, so uncomfortable and so comfortable for him at the same time, pain and pleasure, clearly something he craved and loved from how hard he was. “You said you need me to touch you or you can’t get off.”

You knew that couldn’t be true.

Jungkook probably got off hundreds of times thinking about you, otherwise he wouldn’t be so ecstatic about you violently riding his dick right now.

His teeth sank into his swollen lower lip, staring at you through his lashes, his voice a thin whisper laced with insatiable need.

“I can’t cum without you anymore.”

You removed your hand.

Your hips stopped abruptly, fulling sheathing his cock inside you.

“No!”

His shout was so loud and desperate that you had to conceal your surprise, not expecting the frantic ferocity of his tone, nearly an agonized sob as he grabbed your upper arms in a crushing grip, his indigo locks crashing into his high cheekbones, sticking to his sweaty face and sharp jaw. It took everything in you to stay calm, everything to not give in and let him have what he wanted. Maybe it was stubbornness, maybe it was knowing the role you were playing, maybe it was the sadistic side of you, who the fuck knew, but there was only a beat of hesitation, a second of you staring into those beautiful dark brown eyes, so perfect.

Just perfect.

Perfectly wrecked, willing to do anything in this moment for you to continue.

Before he could utter a peep of a plea, you shook out of his grip and seized his head, crashing his lips onto your neck.

Jungkook bit you.

Instant, searing pain, taking out all his sexual frustration on your neck, sucking at the skin, hot tongue lapping, groaning, moaning, half-crying because you didn’t move. You just sat on his dick and forced his mouth onto your neck, gleefully savoring his despair, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to feel the pleasure, his hands and nails digging into your waist, his teeth latched to the side of your throat, his stiff cock shuddering inside you, your tight heat keeping him hard but not letting him cum, repeatedly squeezing the engorged head brutally, driving him insane.

Insane.

You could feel his lips move, but you muffled his words, pushing his head into your neck.

Please.

Deep inhale, his wonderful scent filling your nose.

Please.

Riding the high that was Jungkook’s desire for you, fingers tangled into violet strands.

Please.

He felt so, so good, spoon-feeding the dom in you with his tiny whimpers and distraught sniffles.

“P… Please…”

You pressed your lips to his hair, murmuring his name sweetly.

“Jungkook.”

No quiver to your tone, only serene calm.

“Noona…”

His hands slid up your back as your hips began to rock, slow, so painfully slow, building the frenzy layer by layer, his hardness swelling inside you, his soft lips pressed to his hickey onto your neck, even more turned on because he knew you let him mark you, he knew in this moment you were his and only his, everything he wanted and more, his hips rising to meet yours, deepening your thrusts, matching your force, burying his face into your skin and your scent, wanting nothing more than your command over his body.

You turned his head, tucking his hair behind one ear, speaking dark whispers into that curve.

“You look the best when on your knees for me, Jungkook.”

He shivered, your name falling sloppily from his lips, drunk from your power and lost in his service.

You let go of his head and grabbed his shoulders instead, putting all of your weight onto him, now letting yourself chase it, chase the orgasm that you had been building for yourself all this time, letting yourself feel Jungkook and feel the full force of the pleasure he gave you, because, yes, of course, you served him first before you, even if it didn’t seem like it.

Because when it came down to it, Jungkook came to you, opening himself petal by petal to show you his vulnerable side, testing the waters, hoping, wishing, praying that maybe, just maybe, you were the kind of person that he was expecting, wanting, needing, and you, knowing how difficult that was because, well, you had made it difficult, only focusing on games and not on those longing eyes that watched you whenever you came into his view.

Eyes that you looked into now.

Half-lidded, glazed over, fucked-out, still honest.

His large hands were still on your waist, holding you to him as you rode him with furious slaps, muscles flexed in his chest and arms, tattoos on his right arm tense and taut from holding this position for so long. He looked so good. Felt so good. Had an amazing cock.

And fuck.

Jungkook had a cute face.

You genuinely smiled.

“I’ll take care of everything,” you drawled, injecting your words with conviction and adoration.

That did it.

His lips parted, low groan emitting from his throat as his head tipped back, purple waterfalling onto his back, thrusting up into you and shooting into the condom with fierce jolts, unable to hold back any longer, his entire length flinching uncontrollably, sweet whimpers at his release, feeling sorry that he didn’t let you cum first, but that didn’t matter, because you rode through it, already there, falling, falling, your sigh like laden smoke as your orgasm slammed into you, welcoming the bolts of cruel pulses flying through you, concentrated onto your core, Jungkook’s moans hiking into pitched ecstasy at the convulsing clenches of his oversensitive, overused cock, arms embracing you tightly, hugging you for dear life, chest to chest, pounding heart against yours.

Your fingers tangled into his hair.

His hand fitted around your head.

Lips to lips and you took care of everything, claiming that mouth as yours, holding him up even though you were the one in his lap, your kiss onto that perfect mole under that pretty pout, cherishing every mumble of your name, lowering him onto your pillows, soft kisses in between. You took care of everything, lifting yourself off him, chuckling as he whined, pawing for you to come back, but you rapped his knuckles and calmed him, removing the condom and cleaning him off gently with a towel, soft kisses in between because he wanted the attention, deliberately not closing his eyes until you crawled back into the bed, tucking the covers around you and him, Jungkook immediately turning and yanking you into his chest, nose against your skin.

“Who’s the pillow princess?” you teased, ruffling his long violet locks.

His lips pressed onto your hickey, his mark on you, and he sighed in content, drifting into sleep.

-

In the morning, you found a pile of five guys in the living room sleeping in various positions on the giant gray furry beanbag and the sofa. Jungkook was in your bed, passed out. The last guy, Min Yoongi, was in Kim Namjoon’s room, sleeping on his bed, because he was a smart man and took advantage of a perfectly good bed that five drunk hooligans undoubtedly forgot about.

You chuckled and rubbed your neck as you brushed your teeth, seeing yourself and the large purple hickey Jungkook had made last night in the bathroom mirror.

You went back to your room after retrieving the sewing basket from the living room, spending the morning calmly stitching the small buttons back onto his black dress shirt as the seven guys in your apartment continued to snore away.

Then you went back to playing League of Legends.

Ah, Cassiopeia, I had an eventful evening, but I have returned to you.

-

drabble morning-after hungover breakfast

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masterpost

[thesolferino]

True Calling

⤷ dream x f!reader.

⤷ word count: 3.9k

⤷ requested: yes, by this lovely anon!

— summary: dream meets his favorite singer on an among us livestream.

“Dude, what could go wrong? Just do it.”

“What could go wrong?! Literally so many things, you ass.” 

Dream heard Sapnap sigh through the mic right into his headphones, the dim grey of his Discord background doing barely anything to illuminate his features as he stared at his open messages blankly.

“First of all, don’t.. speak to me like that, I am doing you a favour by sitting here and listening to you panic about stupid shit. Second of all, nothing big could go wrong. What, you’re a little awkward in the beginning, maybe, and that’s it.” Dream adjusted his headphones a little bit, Sapnap’s rant flowing into his ears but dissipating somewhere halfway to his brain, because, yes, things could go wrong and he can’t be proven otherwise.

“Did you forget that I’m a public figure? And that my fans are insane? I say one wrong thing and it’ll be memed and haunt me in my dreams. Did you forget that SHE’s a public figure? And that this is live? God…” he retorts back, listening to Sapnap helplessly sigh once again in response. He anxiously switches from his Discord to Twitter, then to YouTube, to Twitch and then back to Discord, frantically clicking around. In reality, he knows Sapnap is right, and it’s anxiety whispering into his ear that he’s gonna somehow fuck up, but maybe it’s simply easier to stay and argue with him into the night instead of actually responding to that message.

The stream is still going. Quackity’s voice speaks over Sapnap’s quiet breathing. “Damn, he’s still not responding. Um, let me try Tubbo, maybe?” 

Before he knows it, the opportunity to join the stream is slipping out of his fingers, and Dream isn’t sure if he’s happy about that or not. On one hand, he gets to meet one of his favorite artists whose album he’s played way too many times to count, and on the other, the chances of him embarrassing himself in front of that same artist and a hundred thousand other people are extremely high, and he’s not sure if he likes the odds of that.

“Man, I don’t know. You won’t listen to me, anyway. Don’t join if you don’t want to.” Dream hears the annoyed tinge in Sapnap’s voice, and that’s what pours the last bit of courage into his veins because the best way to do anything in life is to follow Sapnap’s advice after you’ve already irritated him to the point of defeat, and he murmurs a quick “bye” and hangs up before the other can even respond, typing a rapid “Sure, send me the VC link” back to Quackity. 

He hears a delighted exhale coming from his Twitch tab just as Quackity forwards him the link. “Okay, nevermind, we’ve got Dream! He’ll join in a second.” 

With that, he swiftly closes the Twitch tab and with an encouraging sip of water, he finally joins the Discord voice chat with the rest of the players. Your Discord image sticks out like a sore thumb to him despite being a super basic, Googleable picture of you that he’s probably seen a million times by now, and upon seeing it, reality slaps him right over the face and he realises that, oh shit, he actually joined.

“Hey everyone.” Dream speaks into the mic and a mix of excited voices greets him at the same time as he loads up the game. Your icon is missing the green halo. He stares at it, as if you’ll magically speak up if he stares long and hard enough. That, apparently, works.

Pokimane’s “Dream, hi!” seems to set something off in your brain, and you speak again.

“Oh, Dream?” the green halo appears, and Dream resists the urge to say something stupid or bite his hand or anything of the sort when you say his name. “Aren’t you the guy who listens to my music all the time?” you giggle.

Quackity laughs loudly in his usual fashion, and Dream feels his hands go cold as the Among Us loading page pops up. “Wh-huh?” 

“Yeah, you-you listen to my music a lot! Your fans always tag me under that… ‘Dream’s Spotify’ Twitter account, I remember you.” Dream swears his heart is about to jump out of his chest and start bouncing around on the floor because his ribs are way too restrictive for that type of movement, but he tries his best to play it cool and laughs lightheartedly.

“I do! I’m, like, your biggest fan.” he grins, as if you can see him, and you laugh in return.

“Yeah, man, you pay my rent. Thanks.” you say and a couple of people laugh while Dream inputs the code and his character finally pops up, immediately running around like the rest of the group. He runs around your purple character and hears you chuckle as you run around him too, but not for long, because the game starts and everyone mutes themselves. He audibly sighs, because he can afford to, considering he’s not streaming and nobody can hear the amount of courage this whole thing is taking him. 

A notification pops up on his screen - the Dream Team group chat seems to be talking. Must’ve already found some way to make fun of me, he thinks to himself as he huffs out a large breath and runs through cafeteria and weapons to do his tasks in navigation. Corpse is hot on his tail the whole time, and not to say he’s an untrustworthy guy, but Dream isn’t really looking forward to getting killed before even speaking to you properly, so he runs around, trying to find somebody to stick with so Corpse doesn’t shove a knife in his back while he’s doing a task. 

Thankfully, Karl emerges somewhere from the direction of storage right into communications where Dream was going, too. Just as Dream starts finishing download and Corpse and Karl line up behind him, his screen flashes bright red and white and the bold letters “Dead body reported” pop up. Everyone unmutes themselves and his eyes bore into your character, immediately.

“Alright, the body was in top left of the… uh, upper engine. I need everyone’s positions.” Rae immediately spoke.

“I was in electrical, I-I went through cafeteria to the upper engine with Poki, there was nobody there, we did our tasks, went down to lower engine, then Poki left with Toast, and I went to electrical and the body was reported.” Sykkuno said, and Pokimane confirmed with a hum of agreement.

“Dream?” Rae asked, and he spoke up.

“I never even went that way, I went through weapons to nav, and then to communications, and then the body was found. Corpse can vouch for me because he was following me the entire time and I kinda thought he was gonna kill me. And Karl saw me in communications, us three were all together when you… reported the body.” He rambled, trying to defend himself.

“Yeah, it’s true, he was with me the whole time.” Corpse supported.

“Karl, which way did you get to communications?” Toast asked.

“Uh, through storage.” Karl replied quickly.

“That’s funny, ‘cause I was in security, and I could swear I saw you walk past.” Toast said, and a couple of “ooh”s echo through the call.

“That makes no sense because even if I did go that way, I wouldn’t have time to get to communications and start doing my task with Dream and Corpse if I killed Ethan! And Rae, you-you saw me do my task in storage!” Karl loudly defended himself.

“...that… that’s true, yeah.” she said.

“If you ask me, Toast, you’re being real sus for lying about that.” Karl threw it back at Toast, who protested.

“Listen, I didn’t say you killed anybody, I just said I saw someone run past!” he claimed.

“Bretman and Y/N are being real quiet, though.” Corpse points out, and the green halo around your icon lights up once again.

“Oh shit, I didn’t realise I was muted. Sorry, guys.” you laughed. “Um, I was with… Quackity, in… what’s that shit on the right called?”

“O2.” Quackity quickly jumped in.

“Right, O2. I went to… top left, first, and I did my tasks there, and then to weapons and then to O2, and then the body was reported.”

“You were in top left?” Rae repeated.

“Yeah.”

“And was there anyone with you?”

“Um… no? I was alone, and then I saw Quackity in top right, and then we went to, uh, O2 together.” you said and Corpse sighed loudly.

“That means she could’ve had the time to kill Ethan and run.” Toast points out.

“Hey! I didn’t kill anyone! I don’t even know how this game works…” you whined into the mic and Quackity laughed.

“Yeah, I dunno Y/N, you were dancing real suspiciously around me…” he said, causing you to defend yourself louder.

“Why would I kill anyone?! I don’t even know how to do that, I’m a nice person!”

“I don’t think she did it, guys.” Dream pipes up, tugging at the wire of his headphones absentmindedly.

“Shut up, you simp.” Quackity fires back instantly, making everyone in the call laugh, including Dream.

“Damn right, I’m a Y/N simp. She can do no wrong. I mean, look at that innocent face! She did nothing, I’m-I’m sure.” He argued, making you cover your mouth and giggle.

“Their face is literally the same as everyone’s! We’re all astronauts!” Rae protested, but Dream kept shaking his head.

“No, hers is more innocent.” he said. “Toast, why are you so set on accusing everyone, anyway?”

“Oh, you’re so not attacking Toast right now-”

“Guys, I think we should skip.” Sykkuno pipes up to calm the conversation, and everyone agrees, even though most of them mumble “sus” under their breath as soon as they mute their mics.

Dream’s tiny green astronaut stomps his way over to the left side immediately, changing paths this time and making his way into the Upper Engine, trying to finish his tasks in time and possibly find someone to accompany him so he at least doesn’t have to argue over his alibi. He had four tasks left, two of them in Upper Engine, so after that he was free to roam around wherever his heart desired. Just as he started doing one of them, he watched your purple character step in and run circles around him, earning you a quiet laugh that he didn’t know he uttered until he heard himself do it and silently scolded himself for getting that flustered at something so simple.

The two of you did your tasks together before going down to reactor. Just as Dream started doing one of his tasks, a dead body was reported again and he unmuted himself as Toast immediately started borderline yelling into his headphones. 

“Bretman just killed Sykkuno RIGHT in front of me. I literally watched him do it. He killed Sykkuno in COLD BLOOD.” he confidently claimed and Dream, quite uninterested, grabbed his bottle of water and lightly sipped on it, wiping beads of sweat resting right above his eyebrows with his forearm, blindly looking around the darkness, trying to get his eyes to adjust looking away from the computer screen. His eyes searched for the window - it was open, just enough to let a fresh breeze inside, but it never seemed to do that, letting humid air in with open arms like a welcome guest. Florida is fucking hell, he thinks, gulping down some more water.

“No, I didn’t! I seriously did not, he’s the one who killed him and is trying to frame me now. I swear to God, Toast…” Bretman shouted into his worn mic, trying to argue back. 

“Yeah, to be honest, Bretman, you were silent the whole time when Ethan died.” Rae reasoned, earning quite a lot of “ooh”s and causing little “voted” signs to appear next to Poki, Toast and Karl’s names as Bretman tried his best to fight back.

“I didn’t know I was muted the whole time! You know I’m bad at this! Why would I... you know what, nevermind! Vote me! Vote me! You’ll see when Toast kills you all, I don’t care anymore. I literally saw-”

Dream slumps further into his chair, sure that the foam would have a dent of his body shape imprinted even when he’s long gone from it, and unlocks his phone with a quiet sigh. He opens Discord, and wishes he hadn’t, because Sapnap and George are always on the front lines and ready to make fun of him at any chance possible. He types back a stupid joke, calling them losers, but before he can press send, a Twitter notification pops up on his phone that almost makes his painfully sweaty hands lose grip of the phone. 

“this is so boring” your message reads, from your official Twitter account. Dream blinks a few times, and looks up from his phone to observe his murky, empty room, eyes flashing from the window to the ripped chocolate bar wrapper that somehow made its way onto the floor to a cup of coffee from this afternoon. Did the humid air finally get to him? Hallucinations?

He clicks on the notification - it proves to not be a product of his imagination, after all. Three dots dance around on his screen cheerfully, but they suddenly stop. His ears tune in. Bretman is still defending his honor. Something else must’ve interrupted you. His shaky hands barely hit the right letters.

He takes a handful of screenshots amidst his euphoria, and forwards them to the group chat with no caption besides an emoji sticking its tongue out - he wants to tell them to suck his dick, or something along those lines, but your message remains a priority as he rushes back to the Twitter app to reply.

“Right” he manages to write without a typo. “They’re annoying”

Three dots immediately return to his screen like a happy memory, and he almost can’t believe you’re texting back so fast. George would probably humble him by saying it’s because you have nothing better to do, but what George doesn’t know can’t hurt him, Dream supposes, and clicks on your profile instinctively as he adjusts his headphones on one ear. By the time you finish typing your message, the group decided to vote out Bretman, who ended up not being an imposter.

The three dots disappear as quick as they came, and so does the anticipation that bubbled up in Dream’s throat as he sourly leaves to finish the rest of his tasks. The rest of the game stays as boring as it started, save for the giggles and hushed laughter that came from you at every few jokes he made - of which he made quite a lot, in a desperate attempt to make you laugh, at least a little bit. Of course, Quackity was there every step of the way to accidentally mention how Dream sounded a lot more hype and alive during this game than he does ever, but you win some, you lose some, eh?

In the next game you actually decided to set up proximity chat, so of course Dream followed you around everywhere, hot on your tail at all times - what else is he supposed to do, when the chance presented itself, really?

“Are you imposter?” His character obnoxiously ran circles around you as you did your wires task slowly and unsurely since this stream was your first time playing.

“No, but I wouldn’t tell you even if I was, dummy.” You replied, running around his own character briefly before running up to do the rest of your tasks, watching the green astronaut follow you close behind. 

“Why not?” Dream questioned, eyes following all your movements since he didn’t have anything better to do considering he finished all his tasks. 

“Do you not know how this game works?”

“Yeah, but you’d tell me, right? I wouldn’t… rat you out.” He heard a sigh coming through his headphones in response, and his grin widened just a little, watching your character walk away from him.

“I know you wouldn’t.” you replied. “I’ll tell you if I’m imposter, I guess.”

“You wouldn’t kill me, would you?” Dream spoke into his mic, reaching to fix it and realising the way his hand trembled a little, fully aware he was walking the line between flirty and obnoxious more than usual. He lowered his gaze just to see his keyboard reflect the light of the computer back to him - the sweat from his palms seemed to seep onto the keyboard. He refused to think about the mocking things his best friends would say if they found out how nervous he was just to talk to you. 

“No, of course not! I wouldn’t be able to kill you.” You chirped just as a dead body was discovered and the two of you were torn from the conversation. 

In the next one, his screen flashed an ominous black and red with the word “Impostor” and your purple character stood proudly next to his green one, and he snickered to himself, adjusting his headphones one more time (the more he did it, the more he was convinced it was one of those anxious habits of his).

Shifting in his chair, he started moving and couldn’t believe his eyes when he realised the two of you managed to lock yourselves in a room with Corpse and Sykkuno, accomplishing a double kill in barely the first two minutes of the game. The two of you vented while Dream muttered curses under his breath, breaking out in a sweat wondering if you’re going to get caught or not as you casually hummed to a random tune while faking tasks, hitting the notes in such an effortless way that it made Dream relax and get even more nervous at the same time. It didn’t take too long before the body was found, and you seemed to adapt to the game very quickly, as Dream just sat back most of the time and watched you stretch out a whole essay on why you and Dream could NOT have been imposters. 

“Why would they stick together the whole time? Couldn’t they get at least someone else to vouch for them?” Toast complained. 

“Girl, Dream wants some… alone time with Y/N, obviously.” Bretman said, despite being the one most sus of you in the first place, forcing laughter out of the whole lobby, Dream’s sticking out the most as his mood constantly swayed from finding the whole thing funny to being worried sick if you actually find him weird.

“Exactly! And we’re gonna have our alone time if we want to, thank you very much.” 

Well, Dream thinks, taking a stressed gulp of water from his bottle, at least we cleared that one up.

“I don’t think that sounded the way you wanted it to, Y/N.” Karl pipes up, making Quackity burst into another fit of loud laughter, and you immediately protested.

“It sounded exactly the way I wanted it to! Now, vote Rae or else.” 

When the meeting was over, he ran after you through cafeteria, grin splitting out on his face before he even spoke.

“You’re pretty…” his silence extended as he watched your character stare at his. “...pretty smart.”

You snorted. “Right. You’re pretty…” you extended your silence in return, mocking him. “...too.”

His heart jumps. “You forgot a word there.” he says as you stomp out to storage.

“I said what I said, Dreamy.” 

He swears this can’t be healthy for his blood pressure. In the corner of his eye, Discord notifications pop up like crazy. The boys must be watching your stream. His heart swells with both pride and dread, knowing he’s about to be called something along the lines of pretty Dreamy for the next two months.

“How do you know I’m pretty? You’ve never even seen my face.” Dream replies as heat creeps up like a spirit rising from soil, from the back of his neck, seeping into his ears and cheeks somewhat equally. His eyes dart to the window again. Of course it’s the stupid Florida weather that has him burning up, flustered. Maybe he should open another window.

“Is this an invitation to see it?” you say, a teasing tone clinging off your voice and he can practically hear you smiling. 

“No, I’m just saying! If you want to see it, though, that… that can be arranged.” he bites his lip as a physical attempt of holding back the smile that breaks out as he waits for your response, chest puffing in both nervousness and odd confidence.

“Can it? I mean, I don’t need to see it, I just know already, you have those… pretty boy vibes. But I wouldn’t…” you chuckle. “...be opposed to seeing it, for sure. Don’t count on me not to leak the pictures, though. I want the clout.”

“What do you MEAN you want the clout, you’re Y/N! You don’t need clout from a Minecraft YouTuber!” He argues back, a small wheeze escaping him mid sentence as you giggle and run around, with him following your every move.

“You keep my fucking lights on, man! Whenever your Spotify Twitter account thingy tweets that you’re listening to my stuff, the streams go up! I need your clout.” you say as you run into admin and snap Toast’s neck and run back out casually, as if nothing happened. 

“Yeah, that’s how me listening to your songs on repeat works.” he says and you let out some sort of irritated groan.

“Shut up, smartass.” Just as you say that, somebody seems to find the body and you’re pulled into a meeting, where Rae susses both of you immediately.

“No, because both of you are always together! And someone always spots you walking by the place where the bodies are found! At some point that can’t be a coincidence, right?” she accuses, practically yelling into the mic.

“Of course they’re always together, check- check fuckin’ Twitter! They’re trending on like three different spots already!” Quackity jumps in, loud as always, and the lobby gives off mixed reactions.

“What? We are?” Dream asks, and Quackity confirms with a “yeah, man! Check!” and so he complies, quickly pulling out his phone to check the trending tabs. Sure enough, among the politics and sports, “DREAM Y/N”, “PRETTY BOY” and “DREAM FACE” are crammed, sat at 7th, 14th and 18th place, respectfully. A satisfied grin breaks out on his face. At least they see it, too.

“This has to be the first time Dream has trended for something heterosexual.” Karl points out, earning loud laughter from Quackity and Bretman, less loud on your part.

“Exactly! We’re a power couple! Stay mad!” You shouted, with Dream supporting you in the background, although still shyly adjusting his headphones every few seconds, unable to comprehend that oh, this is actually happening.

Both of you get voted out during the next few minutes, but that really means nothing to Dream - they actually do him quite a favor, because the two of you get to excuse yourselves and he sees those three familiar dots dance on his screen again as he leans back into his chair with a dopey grin, playing with the strings of his sweatpants, waiting for your next and next and next message. 

He opens Discord on his computer to type one last message into the groupchat before turning it off for the night:

Dream (03:14): maybe Minecraft wasn’t my calling after all

Dream (03:14): can’t believe I just met my soulmate on Among Us

[taylorkellyreporting]

i hope no one minds if i liveblog this bitch: bridgerton season 2

hitting play on this silly little show for kathony 😁

right just sat through the s1 recap and i’m deffo gonna need subtitles cos i can’t understand a word they’re saying 😭

LMAOOOO what is on her head

so redhead is basically gossip girl? why does she do it?

i already love anthony he’s hilarious

“do you read?” “books?” obviously 😭

well damn he has a nice body

DID HE PAY HER??$?$$4&($?&:&

wow doesn’t even have the courtesy to shut the door behind him

AURRRR GOD SHE’S GORGEOUS

just made eye contact for the first time alright people it’s fucking showtime let’s GO!

oh her smile is beautiful

edwina’s gorgeous too woah and their mom is so pretty that whole family is fine

NEWTON I LOVE HIM ALREADY OH HES SO 🥹

newton’s so fat 😭

kate’s a sarcastic shit and i love her

“this place may feel different, but it will never change the way you and i see each other.” this ages like milk

aurrr God i love kate and edwina’s relationship i am not ready for it to be ruined

those wigs are…🫢

kate is literally moving all over the room in order to keep watching anthony bitch GET UP

“wed, bed and bred” oh wow??????

anthony’s face 😭😭 he was not expecting her to go off on him like that i can’t breathe

“they escaped you? good for them 🙂” pls

eloise is def not played by a teen her voice is too damn old

my gawd kate loves edwina so much i’m crying

“i would rather DIE!” she’s a real one 😭

GOD i thought i’d never finish episode one

lmao kate really just embarrassed him in front of all those other men 😭

oh penelope is down bad

living for kathony’s banter

oh wow he really hired that guy to distract kate

one thing about anthony he’s gonna angrily rant about kate to his siblings

lmao she doesn’t even ride horses 😭

i’m sorry but i can’t seem to care about anything other than kathony

“write that down.” benedict looks so disappointed 😭

whew that scene between kate and lady danbury in her room…intense

HOLY SHIT THE BEGINNING OF EP THREE?????

NOT HER BEING DOWN WITH INCEST?!($)&(!:

he called kate a gatekeeper i can’t breathe 😭

kate looked so proud when newton barked at anthony lmfaooo

oh wow daphne thought kate was the one anthony was courting…even she can feel the tension

poor anthony he couldn’t even grieve his father

kate and anthony are serving in the enemies to lovers deparment

so far all this game is showing me is that edwina definitely doesn’t fit in with the bridgerton’s the way that kate does. she’s taken to their games v easily whereas edwina looks like she’d rather be anywhere else

“i knew i liked her.” oh kate’s gonna have that entire family wrapped around her finger just by keeping anthony on his toes 😭

oh colin shot those two balls that far on purpose!!!! he deffo ships it no i do not take constructive criticism

and the way daphne watches them? they all see the potential

my God this is the first time i’ve seen a full ass grin on anthony’s face…kate did that 😌

kathony laughing and smiling with each other…feels good feels organic

the flashbacks are so sad ☹️

edwina and anthony could’ve been cute if kathony’s chemistry wasn’t so strong

oh he feels everything daphne was describing just…with kate.

“edmund was the air that i breathed. and now there is no air.” oh my God

i just wanna give anthony the biggest hug

BENEDICT IS SO GONE 😭😭

oh daphne is the captain of the kathony ship

that had to be deeply embarrassing for edwina

if i were kate i would wanna kill anthony for making edwina cry and assume his failing to propose was her fault

benedict is so fucking funny

THE BEE SCENE????? JESUS CHRIST THEIR CHEMISTRY IS INSANE I FELT LIKE I WAS INTRUDING

they’re both losing their shit 😭

“i need your help getting him to fall in love with you.” oh she’s gonna regret saying that 😭😭

why is daphne’s husband never around? does he not fuck with her family?

God this scene is so awkward

damn anthony didn’t even let her get his entire name out of her mouth before immediately answering her he’s down so bad 😭

love kathony but this hunting shit ain’t it like i’m bored

anthony got one look at her thigh and lost all ability to function he’s so real

they’re so childish i love them

it’s about the ✨hands✨

GOD THEY GIVE ME SUCH A BUZZ

“you must keep doing whatever it is that you are doing.” she just keeps digging a bigger hole for herself 😭

oh fuck this scene for being in the middle of a storm now i can’t properly watch it

their dance???? the delena of it all

HIS REACTION TO HER SAYING SHE’S GOING BACK TO INDIA ONCE THEY’RE MARRIED OH I FEEL SICK

need them to stop being interrupted before they get to the good part

oh God. oh no.

daphne looks so proud of him cause she thinks he’s gonna follow his heart but i have no doubt that what he’s actually gonna do is propose to edwina

i never wanna see kate cry ever again

the way kate thought he wanted to speak with her my stomach

aurrr God i wanna hug kate so badly

edwina talking about her and anthony having kids and them + kate all being a family…i cannot even imagine how kate felt in that moment cause i feel like i was punched

my God the way kate flinched back a bit when he said marrying her was an unthinkable fate this is fucking sick like genuinely sick

and now she has to try on the ring what the fuck

oh he’s jealous i love it here

okay anthony is dead wrong for interfering with kate’s well…date. like dude you’re engaged to her sister??? that’s gotta be so confusing for her

not them falling into the water 😭😭

“it’s not proper to stare.” she says as she stares

shit that dinner scene was intense as hell had me holding my breath and everything

danbury told her to tell the truth in the ep 1 and she never did it 🫤

YOU ARE THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE AND THE OBJECT OF ALL MY DESIRES ARE YOU FUCKIJG KIDDING ME?$)8)&;&:85

ANTHONY REALLY SAID HE’D THINK ABOUT BEING WITH KATE EVERY DAY OF HIS MARRIAGE TO EDWINA UNTIL HE FINALLY SNAPS AND CHEATS ON HER WITH KATE I CANT BREATHE

oh Jesus edwina loves him

the kathony scene in the woods…i can literally see him falling more and more in the love with her the more she talks

the fuck did the queen just inhale?!

“i fear that he does not look at me often enough.” that’s because he’s looking at your sister.

anthony’s so fucking bitter about this marriage 😭

also it just clicked that kate called anthony by his name for the first time i’m gonna cry

damn daphne went in on him

this is brutal

OH SHIT SHE FIGURED IT OUT

imagine finding out that your fiancé and your sister are having an emotional affair on your wedding day

their first kiss is going to be so satisfying

“half. sister.” Jesus christ.

FUCKING FINALLY

CANT BREATHE CANT MOVE CANT FUNCTION

oh poor edwina ☹️

God that smirk on anthony’s face when he and kate make eye contact fjgjgjfks

love that newton likes anthony now

not anthony sniffing the air as kate walked by oh my boy is down horrendous

the dance scene was too damn cute

not penelope betraying eloise oh wow?

i’ve stopped being able to function

just fucking in the middle of the garden like wow

her blood on his hands aurrr God

this anthony scene with his mom has me crying

penelope is a backstabbing bitch

edwina deserves everything good

this episode has me in a chokehold

the queen was the real mvp for stopping the rumors + mentioning to edwina that her nephew is a prince

HE PROPOSED AND SHE SAID YES!!!! I DONT KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO LOSE

daphne having a smug ass smile on her face when kathony is kissing on the field cos she knew there was something more between them since day one i love it here

this show is so good i might tune in to season one