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inkdrinkerworld · 1 year

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something like ms. honey

part 1 next

cw: fluff, friends to lovers, kindergarten!teacher!reader, internal hotch dialogue over falling in love, mentions of loss [haley]

Aaron is scared of getting close to you, his sweet neighbour next door who wears vibrant colours, long skirts and could talk for hours.

It’s been six months since you moved in across the street, and Aaron is completely gone.

The first time you met was when you saw Jack playing football in the front yard and asked,

‘Hey bud, you want a muffin?’ he stopped playing and stared,

‘What kinda muffin? My dad says not to take things from strangers.’

Aaron had come outside shortly after, shaking your hand when he opened his gate and accepting the muffin you had offered Jack.

Aaron did keep his distance, when he realised that he was more than infatuated. He noticed almost immediately when he started liking his teacher neighbour.

His neighbour who makes extra honey cornbread muffins for Jack for after school and who always treats Aaron to a coffee when they come over for Jack's weekly supply of baked goods.

His neighbour who adds a little extra cream to his coffee and who shares half a muffin with him even when he, ‘isn’t hungry.’

Aaron sees the way your eyes light up when Jack comes by before you leave for work, sees how your eyes linger on him when he speaks.

Aaron knows his own feelings have bloomed, and he knows what happens when someone gets close to him.

He avoids intimacy at all costs, and he knows perfectly well why he does.

He can’t lose someone else.

Not again.

He swears not going to, and he’s not putting Jack in a position to be able to lose anyone else.

“I can’t like her, David, Jack can’t lose anyone else.” Rossi reads between the lines.

“You don’t want to screw up again.” Aaron tenses and sighs.

“No, I guess not.”

Aaron sees you that evening, and for a minute he’s not sure he’s breathing.

You’re just walking back to your house, a small folder in your hands decorated with stickers. Aaron knows it’s your class folder, it’s where you keep all the new stickers for the kids.

Jack tugs on his pants leg though, only slightly breaking him out of his staring when he mumbles, “Let’s go say ‘hi’.”

Aaron nods but takes a moment to take you in.

Your glasses have their usual sunstone crystals on them, Aaron knows that because you corrected Jack when he called them ‘rocks.’

You have boots on, he can see only the toes of them but the mauve colour matches your blouse and your flared jeans. Aaron thinks you’re adorable and it’s bad for his heart the way it skips and beats harder when you smile at them.

“Miss Y/n!” ever since you told Jack you’re a teacher he insisted on calling you that- despite telling him, ‘just Y/n is fine, sweet boy.’

“Jack, you been good?” he runs over to you and you catch him mid jump, hooking him to your hip- folder pressed to his back as you hold him secure.

“I always am, though I got a red card yesterday in soccer for being naughty.” Jack says it like it’s ridiculous, the fact that he’s gotten a red card, but since you’d gotten familiar with the Hotcners, you’ve learnt that he frequents them.

Aaron chuckles then, jogging a little to bridge the distance between you.

“You pushed the other boy to the ground Jack, it was naughty.”

Aaron bumps his hip into yours as a greeting and you flash him a wide grin.

“Yeah, your dad’s right bud,” you ruffle his hair when he pouts, “But I got a fresh batch of something sweet for you.”

Aaron shakes his head. You indulge them both far too much.

“What kinda something? Because I was thinking maybe this time I could have some for myself and dad could get his own.” you laugh loudly then, pulling your key from your pocket.

“Let me.” Aaron finds himself rushing to unlock the door, pushing open the door and being hit with the scent of something warm and yeasted.

“What about sharing? You told me you were a good sharer Jack.” you try to enforce the things Aaron does with him, not wanting to overstep where his dad sets the ground rules.

Aaron notices every time. So does his heart.

He swears it’s not natural, the way he lets you into every facet of him so easily.

“Well I try,” he says sheepishly and you nod along adding an encouraging, ‘that’s the important part babe.’

“Dad just eats a lot. More than me, and he needs to be strong to fight the bad guys.” He lays his blond head on your shoulder and can’t see the way your eyes meet his dad's, all full of tears.

“Jack,” Aaron coos, heart warm at his son’s concern.

He wants to brush away the tears that collect in your eyes but you blink them away before they can fall.

“Well in that case, you and your dad are gonna have to stay over so I can make another batch.”

Jack perks up at that. Aaron hides his smile at your thoughtfulness.

“You don’t have to do that,” Aaron says softly but you tsk and gesture to your counter.

“I only made enough for a little body, Aaron.”

It was true. There was a miniature loaf of chocolate babka sitting on your cooking rack.

“It's chocolate bread.” you say to Jack who wiggles out of your arms to be free.

“Is it cooled?” he asks excitedly and you beam.

“Oh yeah! You can have a piece before your dinner if it’s okay with your dad?” You look up to Aaron who nods. He's gone.

‘It’s Friday anyways’, he rationalises, Jack deserves the little treat.

He’s so gone and he knows it.

“Thanks dad,” he says first before grabbing ‘his’ plate from the draining board.

It’s a small tea saucer, but it’s green and has little strawberries on them.

Jack's attention is taken by ‘Little Einsteins’ on the tv as you measure out the ingredients for a regular sized babka and a couple small ones, when Aaron takes a seat behind your kitchen island.

“You don’t have to make me one, you know. You have to tell him no once in a while.”

His words are whispered but Jack's too invested to care what either of you are doing now.

He's got his babka and his show.

“Aaron, did you hear his sad little voice? I almost cried.” your voice is water logged and he can see the tears forming again.

“You’re about to cry again, sweetheart.” The nickname slips out just as his hand reaches out to brush the tears away. His hand is warm, and almost like a paw where it cradles your jaw.

“Sorry,” you mumble, pulling off your glasses and letting them hang.

“You really do need to eat more though Aaron, the bad guys get fast sometimes.”

Aaron’s thumb drags across the tear streak before he pulls away. He laughs at your attempt at a joke before shaking his head.

“I eat enough, and don’t listen to him okay? The bad guys got nothing on me.” You shake your head.

“I’m still making more, you can’t talk me out of it.” he nods and resigns himself to watching you and making small talk here and there about your kindergartners.

Aaron likes the way you perk up when you mention them.

He knows all about little kids that age, remembers what Jack was like too.

“Louisa’s gotten better at the reading, but calling on her seems mean now. The kids laugh when she can’t get the words right and I can see her tears.” you mumble after some time and he nods.

The dough is proofing and Jack is knocked out cold on the sofa, chocolate staining his lips but it’s no bother.

Not to you, but Aaron might be reaching to clean him up soon.

“Kids can be real jerks.” is what he says as he moves with a wet paper towel to Jack’s face.

He pulls your throw blanket over his little body and mutes the tv.

“It’s all learnt though, that type of thing. It’ll affect her confidence if I never call on her to read, but when I do and she messes up it rattles her anyways.” You get frustrated at the thought.

You try to get all your kids to be nice, but some of them just have a mean streak, or like you said they adopt it.

“Maybe try a different tactic sweetheart. Like on days where there’s less of them, ask her to read.”

Aaron suggests it softly when he notices you coming towards him, and is pleasantly surprised when you walk over to him and sit next to him.

“Maybe.”

Aaron tries to fight the ache in his chest when he feels your breath on his chest from the quarter zip up- it’s no fucking use.

His heart races when you slump and lean further into him.

“You tired?” his voice is soft as he watches your eyes flutter closed. Aaron is adept at staying still, especially when you and Jack move so he’s in Aaron’s lap and your head is tucked into his neck.

“Little bit. Been a long day, kids are energetic.” your words are groggier now and Aaron smiles.

Standing up and moving around you don’t seem as tired as you feel, but now, all warm and seated next to him and Jack, the energy levels have finally reared their real head.

“Take a nap, sweetheart.”

Monday rolls around too quickly, for you and Aaron.

The solace the weekend tends to bring vanishes as the week rolls in hard and fast.

The good thing is though, that the universe seems to be looking down on you and blesses you with a smaller class than normal, and your favourite reader is in.

“Okay, what do we think of a little reading before quiet time?” your class is excited, you’re almost at the end of ‘Alma and How She Got Her name’ and they can’t wait for the final explanation.

“Can we have some volunteers?”

Hands fly up fast, but there’s one hand that’s raised shyly that makes you beam. Louisa gives you a bashful smile when you nod.

“We’ll take turns, Louisa will start and Ben will finish up.”

When she reads there’s no laughing or teasing on words she messes up on, instead there’s soft encouragement from her classmates on the names that are long and accented.

She grins wide when she’s finished and even gets a high five from her seat mate that makes your heart almost burst.

Ben finished up and gets the same help, excited as he reads the final sentence in one big breath.

“You guys are amazing! Let’s go wash up for quiet time.”

You’re happy all till 1pm when you get a call from Aaron.

He’s called once in the times you’ve been neighbours, and that was to tell you Jack came down with the flu so he wouldn’t be coming over for any muffins.

You had still sent though- for when he got better, no other reason.

The anxiety that blooms in your chest has you scrambling to answer, though you cast a careful eye over the kids as they nap.

“Aaron? Is something wrong?” even your words are rushed.

“No nothing’s wrong, sweetheart. I just need a favour.” His words settle your anxiety a little and he can tell when you let out a sigh.

“What’s the favour?” you can already guess.

“Can you pick Jack up from school? I’d ask Jess but she’s away with work and we’re due to go on the jet now.”

Your shoulders tense again, they always do when Aaron mentions going away on cases.

“Of course, how long are you gone for?” You only ask because you need to know if Jack needs clothes.

“A couple days at most, Jack has a key in the front lining of his backpack. No later than 8pm bedtime or else he’s gonna want sugar.” you smile, the mini Hotchner seems the type to like sugar at night.

“Okay, he finishes at 2:30 right?”

“Yeah, he’ll be by the gate. I’m calling his teachers to tell them who’s getting him right after.”

You nod even though he can’t see you. Aaron is a picture of diligence and attentiveness in general, but you think it’s more so due to his job.

“I’ll be on time, these kids get out in half hour. Be careful Aaron.”

He smiles, slow and wide, it’s unbecoming for someone without a crush. David catches him and wiggles his eyebrows before miming kissing himself making Aaron roll his eyes.

“I’ll try my best. Text me when you get home with him, I might still be in the air so calling won’t make any sense.”

“I’ll text you, text me when you land so I know the plane didn’t go up in flames?”

His chuckle makes you smile.

“That’s morbid, you know that?” you huff, you do but it’s an irrational fear. “I will, thanks for getting him.”

“It’s no problem Aaron.”

You’re on time for Jack. To the second. He’s got a bright smile when he sees you, waving excitedly when you flash your id to his teacher.

“You’re getting to spend a couple nights with me,” you greet and Jack nods.

“Dad said so! He’s gone for a couple nights though.” his hands hold three of your fingers as you make your way to your car.

“Yeah, that must be hard huh? We can call him though yeah? Before bed, right?” he nods as you buckle him in.

“We’re gonna keep you not having a booster between us right J?” he giggles madly and nods.

Jack eats easily, finishes his homework well and even showers without fuss, but bedtime is where it gets a bit rough.

You worked on your day plan for tomorrow while he ate but when he comes down looking sullen from his shower you set it back to the side.

“Feeling blue J?” he nods as crawls into your lap.

“Can we call him? It’s almost bedtime.”

“Yeah, we can babe.”

The line rings two times before Aaron answers.

“Hotchner.” comes his voice and Jack smiles sadly.

“Hi dad,” he’s got tears in his eyes and it makes you coo, hand cupping his cheek as you wipe the tears. “Are you okay?”

You can only imagine how Aaron feels at the crack in Jack’s voice.

“I’m okay buddy, are you?” Jack nods, and gives you a small smile.

“Yeah dad, me and y/n had dinner and no dessert ‘cause it’s almost bedtime but maybe something sweet for breakfast.”

Aaron laughs, it’s very like you. You can’t stand having to deny him something sweet, you hate it- Aaron wouldn’t be surprised if you gave Jack an ice cream sandwich just to stop his tears.

“Sounds like a plan buddy. What book did you take for bedtime?”

“The Jungle Book! Mogli’s really interested.”

You giggle, and so does Aaron. “Interesting, J. Mogli’s interesting.”

You talk to Aaron for a bit longer before JJ calls him back to the case.

“Just a couple days, then I’m back home.”

Jack sleeps in bed with you and you learn two things, he’s a cuddler and not a morning person. Not by a long shot.

You fall into a routine though, and Aaron comes back on the fourth day of a near perfect assimilation.

Jack runs to your door the minute the doorbell rings, giddy on his feet when you open it and reveal his dad.

Aaron’s a little battered to his face, but home, so you suppose it’s minor, yet the ache in your chest only lessens a smidge.

“You’re back,” Jack murmurs and Aaron nods, rubbing his back before you gesture him to your living room.

It’s almost eight so Jack’s all ready for bed, but you’re still in your work clothes and Aaron offers a sympathetic smile.

“Yeah, I’m back buddy.” Aaron nods at you to your stairs but you shake your head.

He knows what this is before you can even utter a word. He wasn’t supposed to get attached. Not like this, not this fast either.

Neither of you were. You’d assured yourself that the Hotchner men were nothing but friends, but seeing him with cuts and bruises on his face blows that assurance to dust and rubble.

He’s sure there was a broadcast about the whole thing, he’s sure you’ve seen it too. Aaron knows that look in your eyes, he saw it for years.

Jack takes a minute to fall asleep, snug on Aaron’s lap and fingers locked into the jacket of his suit.

When Aaron is sure he won’t wake up he pats the spot beside him on your sofa.

“I am okay,” he says softly, pulling your head to his shoulder and pressing a kiss to your crown. It’s small but it does enough.

“Yeah I know.” your voice is shakier than you mean it to be and Aaron sighs, deep and long.

“It’s not always this physical.” he whispers and you nod, letting your tears coat his jacket’s shoulder pads. “I’ve only broken my nose once.” his joke forces a snort from you as you wipe your face.

“I didn’t realise I’d cry when you came back.” He leans his head back when you reposition, wanting to see your face- even if it’s all splotchy with tears.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Jack does it too, I’m pretty sure my other shoulder’s covered in snot.”

You laugh again and he smiles.

“Go shower, I’ll take him home.” he’s about to get up when you place a hand on his chest.

“Would you mind staying the night? The guest room’s all set up.” your eyes don’t meet his own.

“I wouldn’t mind sweetheart, want me to wait up for you?” you nod almost bashfully and Aaron smiles.

You find Aaron changed into his own set of pyjamas, all one colour, navy blue. Jack’s missing so you assume he’s all snug in the guest bed.

Yours are cream and brown plaid with tiny bears on them.

“Feeling better?” you nod when you sit beside him on the sofa, legs pulled up to your chest as you squish your cheeks to your knees.

Aaron has his ankles crossed and his hands folded across his chest as he looks at you.

He can see the concern all over you. He doesn’t know how to navigate this without his feelings becoming abundantly clear to both of you.

You don’t know what to say without devolving into tears and weeping all over him again.

He doesn’t know how far to keep you because he wants you so close. He needs you close. That much he knows and it’s already dangerous the ferocity with which he wants to give into that.

“I know you can’t talk about it, but does it get easier?” Aaron reaches out for your arm, stroking it silently while he picks his words.

“It depends. Some cases are harder, when they involve kids especially. I don’t know if I ever want to be detached from them though; then I’m not human.”

You nod, understanding what he’s saying.

“It’s strange, when you were gone. I didn’t expect to miss you so much, but then Jack called for you in his sleep that first night and that’s when I realised you were really gone.”

He can’t hold back anymore when the tears recollect in your eyes as they zone in to the cuts on his face.

“C’mere sweetheart.” you’re in his lap with your face tucked into his soft shirt as the tears fall again.

“I’m sorry you missed me.” he whispers, kissing your temple and hugging you tighter when you say,

“It was on the news, an explosion in the street.” Aaron strokes your back till you settle, kissing your temple again before tipping your chin upwards.

“It’s scary to see it on the tv, but I promise I’m all okay. I have a checkup in the morning and then I get the all clear for work.”

You nod and let him wipe your tears, building your courage for a second, before kissing his roughed up cheek softly before pulling away.

Aaron fights the blush that blooms in his cheeks by leaning back and tucking his cheek into his shoulder.

He might never forget the pressure of your lips on his skin.

After a couple beats of silence Aaron watches you lean back on his thighs and pull on your fingers.

“Don’t be mad,” you start to say and he grins.

Aaron couldn’t be mad at you if he even tried. His silence prompts you to continue.

“I’ve got french toast soaking in the fridge for the morning, and blueberry lemon breakfast bars ready to bake for tomorrow too.”

You hide your face in your hands because he’s going to give you that stern Aaron Hotchner look that’ll make you melt a little.

“You’re gonna let him take advantage of you.” he laughs and tugs your hands from your face.

“He didn’t ask for anything! There’s a bake sale tomorrow at school but the french toast was for us.”

Aaron shakes his head and kisses your forehead.

“You’re a doll, you know that?” you giggle madly at his compliment and Aaron sighs, content to have you in his lap smiling again.

“One episode of bake off?” you ask excitedly and he nods.

You don’t move off his lap as you start up the episode, instead you let Aaron pull your throw blanket over your feet as you lay on him.

He enjoys your commentary on the different desserts the contestants are making, listening intently to what you’d do differently or what you’d bake if you went on till you trail off.

Taking a peak to the side, he sees your eyes shut and watches your breathing even out, smiling when your face tucks into his chest.

“Adorable.”

Aaron knows he’s gone, he knows he’s lost all strength to you the moment you mumble his name and grip his shirt like Jack did.

He can’t believe after six months of pining and keeping you at a distance, he lost completely to you after just two weeks of constant interaction.

His body relaxes under you, one sentence stuck in his brain- just two words.

I’m home.

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marcussour · 5 months

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Some random thoughts about last night episode:

Loved seeing the Crown Keepers for this 2-part thingy, sad to see them go out like this. I would've loved for this whole storyline to play out over a regular, say, 4 episodes arc of EXU; like, don't get me wrong, I loved this idea of switching parties mid-episode and exploring the other half of the story and how Dorian ended up coming back, but the whole "what they were doing between EXU:Kymal and episodes 92 and 93" felt a bit rushed and condensed due to those restrains.

On a similar note, what happened with Deni$e? I know that having Aimee play 2 characters simultaneously would've been a lot (and also, an incredible power move and probably hilarious). Apparently I misremembered what Deni$e's saw through the portal at her exit in episode 63, 'cause I was sure that Dariax was there in Westruun, but it was more like, she was gonna try and find him, not that she saw him there. Glad that she still got a mention when Dorian reunited with Bells Hells.

Crown Keepers, oh sweet, poor, Crown Keepers. I expected something akin to a bad ending, but somehow they splitting and going their separate ways ended up hurting more than if all of most of them had died, instead of just Cyrus (RIP Cyrus, you delightful himbo with gambling problems).

Something I've been wondering if that we're gonna get some type of Avengers-like team up between the different champions of the gods. I know most people are expecting the big team up to end up happening between Vox Machina, the Mighty Nein and Bells Hells, but this whole idea of the gods talking and taking their champions to join the fight against Predathos got me thinking if we're gonna get some type of god squad EXU going on. We know Opal and Fy'ra are together now and probably on route to somewhere; there's also whatever Morrigan's gonna do now (and is she just an empowered champion but not THE champion of the Matron like Vax, or does she have multiple ones like other gods?). And we know of other champions like Teven Klask and Zerxus for Asmodeus (and come one, who wouldn't want Luis to be back as Zerxus), or Arkhan for Tiamat (tho in this case, considering he's Joe Manganiello's character, and how he was canonized in D&D lore, maybe he's off the table).

On a similar note, it does got me thinking about the fact that Vex, Scanlan, Pyke and Yasha are all champions of their respective gods (though in Vex and Scanlan's case, my guess is that it was only a temporary thing).

Back to the Crown Keepers, sad to see Dariax and Dorian separated. Like, I get the why (tho I would've loved to see Dariax with Bells Hells), doesn't mean I like it. Also, I guess it's kinda telling of Dorian to always make similar exists when confronted with a heavy emotional weight: the way he left Dariax playing in Zephrah felt pretty similar to him leaving the toy floating back in Jrusar when he left Bells Hells. I like the thematic consistency of him leaving a place kinda like a breeze or a gentle gust of wind.

Also, our blue boy is going through some stuff. Seeing him snap like that, love the complexity that Robbie put there, but also, got me worried about some decisions he could make.

Loved the reunion with Bells Hells of course and the brief glimpses of them catching up. Wish it could've gone for a little longer, I get the why (no one wants the live play equivalent of a clips episode).

Excited for next week, and for whoever's gonna be present and the camp in Bassuras and to see if they're going after Ludinus in Aeor or something else (also, I would be shocked if Sam's new character doesn't appear by then).

#critical role #critical role spoilers

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nalaniisthebest · 2 years

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Kiss Me Through the Phone - Jack Harlow

authors note: this was kinda rushes so let’s not judge. also my bad if their any misspelling.

summary: you miss jack while he’s one tour..

pairing: jackxreader

warning: cursing, smut, phone sex, fingering, jerking off..

wc: 1k

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request are open!!!

“how good you always fuck me.” you finished hearing jack groan shortly after. “put me on speaker, and take off your shirt.” jack demanded, pulling down his sweats.

listen to lowkey by rochelle jordan

JACK HARLOW. the one name that lives rent free in my brain, like it’s my own. although, his name isn’t the only thing that’s been suck in my head. his beautiful blue eyes that i often catch myself thinking about daily. his soft brunette curls that kept my fingers warm whenever i ran them through his head. the way his hands felt, whether they were wrapped around my throat or harshly gripping my ass.

i find myself constantly checking my phone at 2:30 am knowing i have work in the morning, but i didn’t care. as long as i got to hear this voice one last time before i fall asleep, dreaming of him sleeping right next to me. jack was in california, his last concert before he left the states to finish the rest of his tour.

this long distance shit is killing me. i miss everything him. the way he always made me laugh, his random visits while i’m working. his flirty personality, how he could turn any conversation into something sexual (even when it got on my nerves.) they way he fucked me. how he would whisper the dirtiest things in my ear, but make it sound so sweet and innocent.

i harshly bit my lip, letting my mind run down memory lane. thinking of way his beard felt pressed against my inner thighs, as his lips harshly sucked my clit while his fingers were thrusting into me making me feel an overwhelming amount of pressure. i felt my throat dry up, and my thighs start to press against each other. a pool start to form in between my legs as i heard my phone ring.

i quickly sat up turning on the lamp on the nightstand before grabbing my phone. jack was calling me. he was finally calling me. i quickly pressed the green button putting phone to my ear. “hi gorgeous.” jack praised softly. i could already imagine a big grin plastered on his face. “hi jack.” i replied, matching his soft tone.

“no jackman today?” he questioned. “nope, not today.” i shrugged. “aw, i love the way you say my name.” jack admitted, as my hands reached to him of my shorts. “oh really?” i asked. “you make it sound like the sexiest name ever.” he whispered, making me chuckle. there was a brief silence after that.

“so how was my favorite girls day today, huh?” he asked releasing a deep breathe. making a smile creep on my face as i bit my lip. “it was good.” i started. “although, i couldn’t get this one guy out my head. brown curls, tall, incredibly handsome, goes by jackman. have you heard of him?” i asked as i heard a groan, followed by a deep chuckle.

“i don’t know” jack said, sucking his teeth. “but he does sound incredibly handsome.” “he is.” i said. “hey you know you called at the perfect time.” i mumbled, still playing with the shorts. i don’t know how much longer i can go without touching myself, my body is aching for some type of touch.

“oh really? and how’s that?” he asked. “ i was just thinking about you..” i admitted. “yeah? what we’re you thinking about?” he asked, slightly repositioning himself. “how i missed staring into those beautiful eyes, the feeling of your soft curls in between my fingers..” you trailed off, you dipped your hand in your shorts. softly moaning into the phone as you drew circles on your clit.

“how good you always fuck me.” you finished hearing jack groan shortly after. “put me on speaker, and take off your shirt.” jack demanded, pulling down his sweats. you did exactly what he told you to do, wasting no time. “tell me how bad you want me.” “jack, i need you so bad.” you moaned before sucking two of your fingers. “i miss you so much baby.” you said before entering two fingers inside you. “oh fuck..” you mumbled closing your eyes.

jack spit into his hand before lathering this dick. “what would you do if i was there?” he asked slowly stroking himself. “i-i would suck on your finger, pretending they were your dick.” i moaned before pressing my thumb against my clit. “t-then i would whisper in your ear, all the things i want you to do to me. “y/n..” he moaned. “ i’ve been thinking about your sweet pussy all day.” he said. i moaned in response.

“i missed being inside so bad, ma.” jack started. “i miss your tight pussy, swallowing me everytime. i could cum right now just thinking about it.” he groaned. “jack baby, i need you here so bad.” you moaned speeding up the paste of your fingers. “i need these to be your fingers instead of mine. i need you to fuck to me sleep.” i said. “i know baby, i know..” i groaned softly.

“i need your tongue all over me, your hands around my neck while you play leave love marks all over my tits.” i moaned grabbing my boob, rolling the sensitive bud between my fingers. “ma, you’re gonna make me cum..” jack moaned picking up his pace. “please cum.” i begged “im so close jack..” i loudly moaned. “oh fuck!” loud whimpers came from jacks mouth. “jack im cumming!” i yelled letting it all go.. “me too baby.” he announced, cumming right after me.

“that was so good ma” jack said breathlessly chuckling. i laughed nodding my head. “it was.” i said in agreement. “i miss you so bad, j.” i mumbled. “i know baby. but i’ll be back before you know it, then i’ll make up all the time i’ve been gone..” he said making me smile. “yeah i like the sound of that.”

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 years

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I was wondering if you are taking requests if you would write one with my idea?

I love all your writings so I thought you'd definitely kill this. Plus it's angst to fluff which is your brand :)

But I'm a sucker for cheerleader reader so what about, cheerleader reader always flirting with Eddie and complimenting him all the time. And he enjoys playing hard to get because he likes her chasing him. But she takes it as he's not interested so she gives up and starts treating him like a friend. And he's kinda like "but what?" And starts getting sad that she's not chasing him anymore.

Request by @ashwhowrites 💞

Warnings; Angst to Fluff 💞

Likes or reblogs are always appreciated 💞🙂

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To say that she had a crush on Eddie was an understatement. For a few weeks now she flirted with the handsome metalhead whenever she could.

"Hey Eddie, I love your t-shirt today, would look better off though" she winks at him and his cheeks turn pink at her flirting as she not so subtly checks him out as she passed his locker.

The Metallica t-shirt that he was wearing was pretty badass she wasn't lying about that.

She looks back to see if maybe this time he will finally make a move like she's been wanting him to for weeks now.

Maybe give some indication that he feels the same way she does?

Yet he doesn't. He just smirks as he shuts his locker and joins his friends Jeff and Gareth.

She sighs disappointed.

"Looking hot today Munson!"

"Hey, handsome. You know you have the most gorgeous eyes I've ever seen"

"Is that cute little smile all for me Eddie? Did I tell you how cute you looked in Mrs O'Donnell's class?"

The compliments went on and on and yet except for maybe a cute blush on his cheeks, he would barely acknowledge her flirting.

Was he blushing because he liked what she said and that was it? Or because it was her who was saying these things and he had feelings for her?

Would he be the same if some other girl said it to him? The answer she conjures in her head makes her heart sink. Yes, he most likely would.

Was she stupid to do all of this when he didn't feel the same way? She was constantly putting herself out there and nothing ever happened.

Obviously, he just wasn't interested at all and she needs to stop chasing him so hard. Maybe he thought it was funny that she was so into him when he wasn't into her?

She sighs and resolves to stop the flirting before she makes an even bigger fool of herself.

💞

Eddie sees yn coming down the corridor the next day and he feels excitement build inside him.

For weeks now she had been flirting with him, chasing him and he enjoyed it. She was beautiful and a cheerleader and she wanted him, it blew his mind.

So yeah, he looked forward to it every day and what she would say to him. He liked her a lot but enjoyed playing hard to get.

Her eyes meet his and she smiles.

"Nice t-shirt Eddie" she gestures to his Iron Maiden shirt and he waits for the usual line that follows but she doesn't say anything else and he can feel his heart sink.

Did he do something wrong? Did she not like him anymore? Maybe she accepted a date with one of those asshole basketball players.

Shit! had he missed his chance completely?

💞💞

Two days pass and she is still the same which worries him. He knows he needs to talk to her and find out what was wrong.

Cheerleading practice finishes right after Hellfire Club so as soon as the new meeting is over he recruits Dustin, Lucas and Mike to clean up for him, he doesn't want to miss his chance in speaking to yn.

Luck must be on his side today because as he rushes out she is just coming out of cheer practice and he rushes over to her almost tripping over his own feet to catch her.

She looks surprised as he greets her.

"Oh, hi Eddie" he frowns as there is still none of her usual rapport with him.

"Sweetheart, have I done something wrong? You've been acting...not like yourself the last couple of days" she looks away from his concerned gaze.

"Not making an ass of myself you mean" she mutters and he stills.

"What?" he's confused because when has she ever made an ass of herself in front of him?

"Oh, come on Eddie. I've been flirting with you for weeks and you only see me as a friend. I was just embarrassing myself thinking you liked me" he gapes and then mentally kicks himself.

Jesus h Christ. He knew he should have said something sooner.

"I do like you, princess. A lot, seeing you and you flirting with me is the highlight of my day. I can't believe a beautiful girl like you wants to be with me" she softens and gently cups his cheek.

"You don't see yourself very clearly do you? You're kind and handsome, you took a bunch of kids under your wing when no one else would, and you make Hellfire a safe place for anyone who feels like they don't fit in, you give them a place where they feel they belong and that's incredible Eddie".

He blushes.

"You're making me blush here princess, I'm sorry I didn't say how I felt sooner, kinda liked you chasing me, to be honest. Didn't realise it would make you think I didn't feel the same, I'm a total butthead"

Her sweet laugh is music to his ears.

"Would you like to go out now? We could grab some milkshakes? Go back to mine and watch a movie or something?" Eddie asks hopefully.

She beams.

"I'd really like that Eddie, would love to see how talented those fingers of yours are too...on the guitar of course" she winks and he feels relief that she's back to her usual self and follows her as she heads to his van.

He opens the door for her and she stops to look at him for a second and then her lips meet his and he pulls her close to him.

Her lips feel like heaven on his and he kisses her deeply, biting gently on her bottom lip which makes her whimper in delight.

He pulls away, resting his forehead against hers and leaves little butterfly kisses over her cheeks and then back to her lips.

Fuck, he wishes he could kiss her forever and it is a wish that comes true 💫💞

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x y/n

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gamerwoo · 1 year

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hansol/mingyu: the lovers playlist

characters: mingyu x female reader (mentions of hansol x female reader)

genre/warnings: idol au, friends to ????, one-sided pining, hurt/comfort kinda??

word count: 1,022

summary: so if love is nothing more than just a waste of your time, waste it on me.

a/n: things in bold italics are song lyrics

previous song | next song | back to playlist

They just had to go public, didn’t they? When Mingyu finally promised himself to do something about his persisting feelings, Hansol and Ivory had to come out about their secret relationship. Now it would be weird reaching out to you. Maybe he could see if you were okay, but would you even want to talk to any of them? Were you still hurt by Hansol? Mingyu didn’t want to make it worse.

He went to the café, still wondering what to do, phone in hand as he waited for this order. The entire internet was exploding over Hansol and Ivory, it felt like he couldn’t get away from it.

“Order for _____,” the barista called softly.

Mingyu glanced up, seeing a hooded figure with their back to him rush up to the front to take the cup before turning around. Despite the mask and glasses perched on your nose, Mingyu recognized your stature. That was you.

Was fate working out in his favor finally?

Also...did you always need glasses, or were those fake?

Not important, he told himself as he stepped out of line just as you walked passed him. His mind was finally catching up with him as he realized this was his chance to reach out to you, so he strode behind you until he could reach an arm out and tap your shoulder.

“_____?” he asked.

You turned around to see who it was, and now Mingyu could really look at you up close. Your eyes were red and puffy, still a little glossy from presumably crying. He felt his hopeful smile fall as he looked at you look back at him with wide eyes that softened as they realized who had called for your attention.

“Hey, Mingyu...” you said in a quiet voice.

“I’m sorry, I just-- It’s been a while. I wanted to reach out, but I figured you wanted the space...” he trailed off, unsure what to say to you.

“It’s... Thanks,” you shrugged with a sniffle.

His mouth started moving before he could even take a second to think if he should make the offer he wanted to.

“Are you gonna be okay?” he blurted. “Do you...need...someone?”

He comforted you when you found out about Hansol and Ivory, and you would always be thankful he did that. It was honestly a core memory for you, and strangely brought...comfort. Like when you spent a day home sick, wrapped up in blankets and in the dark just falling asleep on and off to the TV. It was a bad time, but there was something oddly comforting about the feeling and the memory.

Maybe it was because you were weak. You were caught at a vulnerable time and just needed anyone to offer some sort of comfort. Maybe you missed him and the other members and that small part of you that was going absolutely insane because of everything got the better of you. Maybe that same insane part of you was hoping this would be your in to get closer to Hansol again because now that your old wounds were ripping open again, you missed him. Or maybe it was all of the above. But hearing him offer almost broke the flood gates, your eyes filling with tears as you silently nodded.

Some of your members were home, but they stayed in a shocked silence seeing you walk through the living room with Mingyu trailing behind you, going to your room and shutting the door.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed since then, but you were still in your bed, repeating the first time Mingyu comforted you. The only difference was this time, you were in your bedroom with the sounds of your members drifting from down the hall where they watched a movie in the living room. The lights were off, the sun had set, and Mingyu had the same playlist playing softly in the background as you talked about everything.

I don’t know your secrets, but I’ll pick up the pieces; Pull you close to me now.

You were both sitting up against your headboard, but you were slid down a little bit. Your head and the top half of your torso were leaning back against Mingyu’s chest as he kept a warm arm around your shoulders. Instead of looking at him, you chipped away at the nail polish on your nails, keeping your swollen eyes on them.

You’d told him everything. You told him how you thought you were okay, but then they became official and you got upset all over again. You couldn’t explain how or why, it just happened.

You told him how you felt like your friends were frustrated and annoyed with you. Why weren’t you over it already? Why did you relapse? Why did you get so upset when you already knew they were together? They didn’t outright ask any of that, but you just knew that was what they were thinking from the way they acted. And it just made you feel worse. It made you feel like a burden. It made you feel in the way, like you did with Hansol when you found out he had Ivory.

“Progress isn’t linear, _____,” he murmured to you. “There’s bumps. People take a few steps back sometimes. It’s normal.”

Even though you promised yourself a long time ago that you would cut all of Seventeen out of your life to separate yourself from Hansol, you felt like Mingyu was what you needed. He let you cry. He let you take your few steps back and be broken and feel all your wounds open up, because he said that’s how healing worked.

Mingyu was letting you heal.

And even though Mingyu’s goal was to confess to you, that was the furthest thing from his mind as he sat in your dark room and let you cry on and off. All he could focus on was being there for you.

“I’ll always be here for you,” he promised quietly, pressing his cheek to the top of your head as he held you close when the tears came once again.

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hargrove-mayfields · 2 years

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The bus always drops Billy off exactly a block from home. They took his car when he failed a vision test from his chronic migraines, so there isn’t much of a choice. Which is fair. He really doesn’t want to drive anyways after his accident. But, the bus isn’t always on time.

He’d been visiting Max at the hospital to play catch up before the new year. There’s always a good excuse to go visit her, but today especially. There’s fireworks going off like crazy from all the drunk hicks celebrating the passing of another year. Fireworks that terrify Max because she can’t even see them, after losing her vision in the battle for her life.

He’s lucky he got out of the hospital earlier that night because Max requested an extra strong dose of her meds to drown out the sound of the fireworks.

Unfortunately, there’s too many of those same drunks to cart around that the bus hadn’t made its way to the hospital until an hour after it was supposed to pick him up. He’d meant to be home by 9, but it’s already after 10.

Even on his eventual walk home from the bus stop, drawn out by his limp and his cane, the sky is full of smoke and colors. And noise. Lots and lots of irritating, terrifying noise.

Billy walks the last stretch faster than he should. He’s eager to get home to Steve for their first new year together anyhow. He’ll blame it on that instead of the lick of fear in his stride from the booming.

Right away as he shoulders the door open on his good side, the one not leaning on a cane, he calls out into the house, expecting Steve to be right there since he’s running a little late, “Baby?”

But there’s no answer. That’s not so unusual. They’re usually in bed by now anyways, aged at least three decades by the events of two summers ago and basically every day since. He’ll just hang up his coat, kick off his stretchy old man shoes, and try again.

“Steeeevie?”

Still nothing.

One too many times panicking from not knowing Steve’s exact location has taught him to calm down a little, and get his head on the right way before he starts tearing the place apart looking for him. Taking his time so as not to hurt himself in the process, Billy decides to go upstairs and check before he makes the ruling that Steve’s MIA. For his sanity.

He finds his boyfriend disguised as a pile of blankets on their bed, and he almost misses him because the lights are all out.

Right.

Fireworks are pretty rough for Steve too. Nothing brings more sensory overload than colorful death bombs in the sky. Billy sighs. He hates this town and the constant cacophony of fear it brings. Can’t they ever have a moment of peace?

He climbs into bed next to Steve, announcing his presence with a clearing of his throat before he plops down next to the curled up figure under the comforter.

“What’re you doing in here?”

The quiet response from Steve comes out barely audible, “Hiding.”

Yeah. Billy kinda wishes he could hide from a lot of things too. But right now, this is not about him,

“What from?”

The blankets rustle and a small mumbled response comes, “Loud.”

Just to be sure, and so Steve doesn’t have to do as much talking, Billy clarifies, “The fireworks are too loud?”

Again, there’s a shifting sound of Steve’s hair against the sheets, as he nods gently.

Billy wants to hold him. He’d like to strike down every last motherfucker that made Steve feel like this too. He can settle for lifting up the blanket and sliding under it with Steve, and talking gently to try and soothe him.

“I think so too. They uh.. remind me of..”

His voice breaks off from the quiet whisper into just nothing. Even now, even trying to be strong for Steve, there are some things that are too hard to talk about.

Steve’s face goes scrunched up with sympathy. Like he’s trying hard on purpose to feel bad for Billy, though that’s not really how it goes in his head. He even apologizes, though that isn’t what Billy wanted at all, “I’m sorry.”

Instantly, Billy rushes to reassure him, “Stevie, you didn’t-“

But it doesn’t change what Steve was already determined to tell him. They don’t talk a lot about the serious things. About how they’re both disabled now, and certainly both jam-packed with more trauma than the sky is packed with lights tonight. Maybe they should, so Steve won’t sound as guilty as he speaks,

“I’m sorry I’ve always been like this and you were made into this.”

That makes Billy pause. He has to catch his breath and then turn on his side to look at Steve’s face, centering on his nose so accidental eye-contact won’t happen.

No way is he letting Steve blame himself for this, any of this.

“That’s not true. I hated fireworks before too. We’d watch them on the beach, and I’d get scared because the water looked like it was on fire.”

Just from that tidbit, Steve tears up. Billy tears up. They both know what part of the story is coming next, and suddenly Billy remembers that he told this story before and simply forgot, but it’s too late to stop now.

“Momma held me and told me that it wasn’t real, but.. after momma left.. I was always afraid of irrational shit like that. Still am. Just today I was scared the hospital would burn up from the fireworks if I left Max there. Or I’d choke on the smoke on my way home. And then I got back and I couldn’t find you and I just-“

Yeah. Steve gets it. They’re both trying their damndest, even when another pop sounds in the near distance, and Steve presses his headphones a little closer to his ears.

The not quite silence speaks more volumes than their words. Steve spreads his arm out, and makes a soft little humming sound. An invitation for Billy to come close and wrap his arms around Steve. They need each other right now.

Billy dives into the offered cuddle. He’s been waiting for this moment all day. The moment where he could just sob into Steve’s chest, and feel Steve’s own tears wetting his hair. Sometimes, this is what it takes.

Laying in bed and purging out all their bad emotions isn’t exactly the ideal way for two ex-King’s like them to spend their New Year’s Eve, but it’s how they’re going to, and neither would ask for any other way to move into another year. They fought hard to be able to do that.

Nobody can take that away.

They don’t talk again until Steve is ready. With all the noise and chaos, Billy doesn’t mind the silence, just listening to Steve’s steady, unsteady, one-two-skip, heartbeat. He hears Steve’s words rattle up in his chest as he speaks them, “Fireworks are stupid.”

That makes Billy crack a smile. They both know all this crying isn’t about the fireworks. Not that it helps, but that’s not the point.

Maybe fireworks will be the spark that lit the fire. From now on, it’s about opening up a little more.

“Yeah. What’s so great about all that toxic shit in the air anyways?” Billy meant that in more ways than one, but whether or not Steve got the double meaning about all that glory covering up the ugly truth, isn’t what he focuses on.

Steve lingers on the idea of the bad air, and Billy’s asthmatic lungs, and lets the worry come back, “I didn’t even think about that. You okay?”

Billy nods against Steve’s chest, and pulls back a little so his head is resting by his arm instead, and they’re face to face now, “I’m just fine.”

It’s such an automatic answer, Steve catches it too. Satisfied that he noticed, he points out, “You sound just like Max.”

He does. It feels like it’s already been an eternity since he got back in Steve’s arms. He forgot that today was the same day he visited Max. His memories get mixed up like that sometimes.

The silence after Steve’s little teasing must eat away at Billy’s mask, because Steve makes a small sound of worry, like a gruff sniffle, and asks, “Was she okay?”

Trying hard to remember today’s visit over yesterday's or the day before's or nine months before that’s, Billy gives details by the moment he remembers them, “Still tired. But alright. Got her to smile.”

“Did you tell her-“ Every single day Steve asks the same questions. He cares so much about doing the right thing.

Seeing him now, all curled up in bed and sad on a day that’s a celebration for everybody else, makes Billy even more sure that he’s going to do the right thing as well. Right now, that’s reassurance,

“Yep, I said ‘hi from Steve.’ And I made sure to tell her you miss her. All the usual.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come.” Steve went once, and that was all it took for the constant beeping, rushing, wheeling, to trigger a meltdown. Never again.

But Billy’s alright with that, and Max was too the last time they talked, “Baby, we’ve told you. It’s fine. I can barely get my ass on the bus either.”

Steve doesn’t look like he believes him. His eyes are wide and teary again. His nails scratch at his palms, so Billy gently takes his hands and keeps them separated.

“Promise?”

Billy kisses Steve’s knuckles on each hand, soft and barely able to be felt as a graze across warm flesh. He’s going to do anything to make Steve stop worrying about the harder things they’ve been through a few times now.

“I promise.”

Billy reaches out slowly, ever so slowly so Steve has time to assert his boundaries before Billy's hand makes contact with his face. Instead of stopping him though, Steve blinks slowly and closes his eyes, and allows Billy to gently hold his cheek. His skin is flushed warm, despite it being so cold out. He’s the softest thing Billy’s ever had the privilege to hold.

Next he wants to taste. The angle they’re at is awkward and it hurts Billy’s back. He taps Steve’s cheek as a silent way of asking him to be the one to initiate their kiss and fix their tangle of limbs. Steve obliges, without opening his eyes, shifting off of his hip so his chest is against Billy’s now, and their faces are just inches apart.

Billy isn’t even sure which of them actually closes the gap, but in the next moment he’s kissing Steve slowly and carefully like either of them could break at any second.

In the next moment, Steve does break, only in that he separates the kiss.

“Wait a sec.”

Billy’s eyes are half open, his face warmed by the love he felt from the kiss, which left him too lax and calm to be worried about Steve’s interruption, “Hm?”

Not for no reason. Steve’s panic looks a lot different from his lightbulb ideas, and right now, Billy can tell before Steve even speaks it’s going to be the latter. One of his good ideas.

“We have to save up our kisses for midnight.”

Not exactly the most thrilling idea ever. Billy instinctually scrunches his nose as an expression of doubt, but Steve’s eyes are still shining with his own brilliance.

“I don’t know, babe..”

“It’s good luck!” Steve swears it like it’s a revelation, and he’s just cured all that ails Billy.

Seeing him that happy, instead of shaking and hiding from the overstimulation like earlier, Billy could say that Steve’s just about done that for real.

Billy plays his role as the skeptic though, pouting over-exaggeratedly so Steve knows he’s not serious, “Didn’t know that meant we had to wait.”

It earns a laugh, more akin to a delighted giggle, out of Steve, who decides on a compromise for their imaginary plight, “You can have one kiss on the cheek for now.”

He leans over and just barely pecks his cheek, soft lips ghosting over Billy’s skin and making him shiver with the feeling of goose pimples popping up on his neck. The small kiss transforms with the shape of Steve’s smile from Billy's reaction, and then Steve gives him another, slightly stronger, press of his lips.

“Thank you, Stevie.” Billy makes doubly-sure Steve knows he’s not really as pouty as he was playing to be. Really, any affection from Steve makes his entire day better, after months where they weren’t able to have these moments between doctors visits and monster battles. The peace of just being in one another’s arms, finally safe from all of that, is enough. “Love you.”

Declarations of love always give Steve a reason to show his happy hands. He taps the tips of his fingers in a rhythm against Billy’s collar bone, and returns the declaration in a silly, stimmy voice, “I love you too.”

Their bliss is interrupted by another thundering firework outside. A distressed squeak cuts off Steve’s words, and he buries his face into Billy’s form, hiding along the contour of his arm, with his face pressed against Billy’s ribcage, so he’s as close to Billy as possible, and as far away from the threat.

It’s not really a comfortable position, but if it keeps Steve feeling safe, Billy can live with a dead arm for a while.

“I got you, Steve. Those fireworks aren’t gonna get us, babe.”

“Too loud.” Steve repeats his sentiment from earlier. That’s a nice affirmation that this is all rational. They’ve both had their share of fear driven breaks, which are much harder to solve.

Since this one’s the kind that doesn’t scare Billy, he keeps joking with Steve to keep him from slipping into that worse place.

“Want me to sing for you? Drown it all out?” He questions, knowing full well he can’t hold a tune worth a damn.

“Please no.” Steve’s so polite about telling Billy what he already knew. It’s really sweet actually.

Billy chuckles lightly, suppressing his laugh so he doesn’t jostle Steve too much, “I hear you. We’ll just be nice and quiet then.”

After so long like that, without any more booming interruptions from outside of their safe spot, Billy’s eyes start to get heavy. He caught Steve the same way, blinking extra hard so his eyelashes danced over Billy’s skin, and so his eyes wouldn’t shut without him.

Normally he’d just let him sleep, and he considers it for a moment, but it’s the celebration of the new year, and Steve would be devastated if they missed the midnight kiss.

Billy realizes they’ve been laying here for so long, he doesn’t even know what time it is, “I’m gonna peek out of the blanket. Check the time.”

Steve doesn’t waste energy on responding beyond a simple nod.

Billy uses his free hand that isn’t under Steve to pull the heavy comforter back down to let the real world back in. His eyes take a moment to adjust to the room again, and then he squints at the clock to see how close they are to the moment.

“Oh shit. It’s 11:56. Only 4 minutes left.” He announces, and Steve pops up beside him from under the blanket eagerly, every bit of tiredness gone from his face and replaced with glowing excitement.

“Are we gonna count them down?”

Billy smiles and shrugs as much as he can with Steve’s weight still on his one arm, “Don’t see why not.”

They count the minutes down together quietly. That’s too long to do it out loud and wear Steve out before it’s even time. Their way of doing that consists of Billy laying still and letting Steve tap out each passing second against the scar in the center of his chest.

When they finally reach an achievable countdown, Billy starts with, “10.”

“9.” Steve takes the next, and they do it in alternating order, although from the way Steve is vibrating with excitement, he’d probably rather skip this step altogether

Still, Steve is so loving with him, even when Billy feels like he doesn’t deserve it.

“8.”

Billy would hold him through anything it took to make Steve feel safe expressing that kind of love.

“7.”

They fought so hard to be this comfortable. Last year, Billy was still in a coma, and Steve was still too scared to even touch him to hold hands.

“6.”

Their first kiss was two months after they started dating, leaning around stitches and big emotions to both finally feel like everything was in place.

“5.”

Someday, they’ll be totally in sync and know when those hard times have passed, but right now it’s a loving, tender work in progress.

“4.”

And maybe someday, they’ll get out of Hawkins, and far away from all the chaos here.

“3.”

Billy gets stronger every day, mentally and physically. Steve gets more in tune with his own needs and self-worth. That’s what a support system and a whole lotta care will do for a couple of guys like them.

“2.”

Most importantly, they’re getting better all the time at communicating, building up the foundations of their relationship.

“1!”

Steve initiates the kiss, grabbing both sides of Billy’s face and smashing their lips together rather than kissing him. It’s reminiscent of their first kiss, in all its clumsy, anxious glory. Billy thinks that’s a good momento to end the worst year of their lives with, and start into what will hopefully be the best.

“Looking forward to another year with you, baby.” He promises, when they break apart and finally get a breath.

Steve wears a delightful smile, “Here’s to another.. hm.. 100?”

That sounds nice. Just him and Steve for the rest of time, no matter how many years pass or how many painful explosions happen.

“Yeah. Cheers to that.”

#harringrove #billy hargrove #billy x steve #billy & max #disabled! steve #disabled! billy #my writing #ej writer #happy late new year y’all #i meant to post this yesterday but life got in the way #as it does with a lot of things #my resolution is to keep up with my writing and my friends more at the same time #anyway #love you all <3 #long post

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furryprovocateur · 1 year

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and just like that, we're now back at five stars across the board baby!!! can't wait to lose it when we do AGIT. oh well.

chapter went very well all things considered. dread isle's not a terribly difficult chapter and the only "mistakes" i think you could say i made were a. not managing to get the torch staff thief (whatever. who cares.) and b. not finishing faster (somewhat fair criticism but i played safe because the nomads at the end are scary + uhai is a mean cunt on hhm). it's kinda funny i was juuuuust shy of that experience goal, but i take that in stride because it's a fairly lofty goal to hit considering that the chapter's enemy placement.

anyways, for experience i tried to catch up bartre and rebecca a bit because the PKs are very killable for them if you know what you're doing + know their spawns. fiora is a fucking great unit idc what anyone says because she starts with an axereaver and can 2HKO the pirates that approach. granted 2HKOs aren't as good as 1RKOs but considering she's underleveled, i'm cool with it. i got her and rebecca one level (both got good stats!) and bartre got two (one great level up, one mediocre, so it balances out). idk if this is a dumb way to play the chapter but i otherwise just sent my lord trio down the left side and kent + sain + guy down the middle. probably would've benefited greater from not using the lords but i really want to make sure i hit linus FFO and they needed experience anyway.

uhai, as mentioned, was a mean cunt (he even killed kent in one of my better attempts). my strategy with him has always been to get someone to lure him out into using a bow (usually hector because he has so much defense in most playthroughs) and then the next turn fucking RUSHING him with 1-2 of mani katti/wolf beil/rapier (in this case, mani katti got the crit). it's probably the slower strat because it requires burning a turn but again, dude's scary with that killing edge + genuinely good stats + me being generally less trained up than i'm used to being. oh well. it's always poetic when uhai gets decimated by lyn imo. obviously personal experience means nothing, but lyn is such a convenient boss killer sometimes.

can't wait to get my second silver card and mald over not being able to kill kishuna next chapter. should be great fun.

#fire emblem #long post #long

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moremaybank · 6 months

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in between 𓂃 ࣪ ˖ 𐦍

pairing bestfriend!jj maybank x fem!reader

summary best friends since the second grade, it was only inevitable that you and jj would fall for each other. however, when a single night suddenly changes things between you, you’re both left wondering if you ever should’ve tried to cross the line at all. [11.8k]

warnings 18+, unprotected sex (sorry, but what else is new?), dry humping, oral (m. receiving), daddy kink, pet names (pretty girl, princess, etc.), dirty talk, body-shaming (not by jj), reader's parents being shitty, drunk jj causing a scene at a party, childhood best friends to lovers, a love confession, i think that's it???

author's note i really hope you guys like this one! kinda nervous bc i haven't posted a full fic in awhile, but i think i'm happy with it. ik it's long, but i think it's worth it! also, enjoy the logan huntzberger (gilmore girls) cameo LOL

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Amid the raging storm outside, a series of frantic knocks on your front door echoed through your house. You rushed to the door, swinging it open to reveal a drenched and dishevelled JJ Maybank.

“Oh my god!” You exclaimed in panic, yanking him inside. Your hands quickly found his face, and then his shoulders as your eyes scanned his body for any signs of injury. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“Hello to you, too,” he greeted, smiling down at you. He couldn’t deny the stroke his ego got, nor the fluttering in his stomach he felt when you worried for him. “I’m fine, by the way. Jus’ a tad cold.”

JJ hoped you’d take the hint and pull him into your arms — the place he always longed to be — but was caught off guard when your hand slapped his chest. “Hey!”

“What if you catch pneumonia?!”

“I’m fine, Y/N/N.”

“Fine? You could’ve gotten killed!”

“By what? The gentle breeze outside?” That earns him another slap. “Ow!”

“Don’t smart-mouth me, Maybank.”

“You love my smart mouth,” he teases, pinching your cheek playfully.

Once again, his hopes were wrong, because while he was praying for a glimpse of that smile that made his knees weak, your hand came flying at him for a third time. Luckily for him, he was quick, catching your wrist and pulling you to stand right in front of him.

“You’re gonna wanna be real careful about what you do next, princess.” Powerful blue eyes locked with yours and you knew that he’d won. “Gotta say, this is not the welcome I was expecting. Kinda hoped I’d get a kiss or somethin’.”

Your heart sang at his comment, but you remained focused on the outside, keeping your face straight.

“For what? Being an idiot?”

Then, he gave you the face.

Pouty, and adorable, and JJ, and just like he had planned, you started to fold.

You couldn’t stay mad at him if you tried.

Even if he helped.

“I’m sorry. I’m just worried. You aren’t invincible, you know.”

He visibly softened at your words, as if he wasn’t soft on you before, and he released your wrist. But he didn’t give your hand back to you. Instead, he kept it with him, mindlessly playing with your fingers so he wouldn’t have to give up the physical contact.

“C’mon. You really think I’m gonna let anythin’ stop me from annoying you for the rest of your life? Not a chance, baby.”

Baby. Uh oh. Your resolve was beginning to waver.

“‘N the reason I came is ‘cause I didn’t want my pretty girl alone in this mess,” he murmured, and you detected some shyness in his voice. “Besides, when have we ever spent a storm night apart?”

Aaand it was gone.

Vanished.

He always knew how to get you. Then again, you always let him.

You tilted your head, fighting a smile and losing miserably when it broke free. “Alright. I guess you’re sweet. Even if you’re an idiot.”

“There’s my girl,” he grinned. “Now gimme a hug. I’m cold.” He tried to reach out for you, but you backed away, putting more distance between you two.

“No way, you’re soaked,” you laughed, now extremely grateful for the cozy pjs you were sporting.

“Oh, c’mon. You’re really not gonna hug me?” He picked up an old-timey accent when he spoke next, “I ventured through the brave storm to see you, m’lady. The least you could do is offer me a warm embrace.”

He was so animated with it that it was damn near impossible not to giggle. “My sincerest apologies, sir. You seem to be out of luck.”

“Alright, that’s it.”

Before you knew it, JJ lunged at you. You let out a squeal, running as fast as you could with your socks slipping against the marble tiles.

It took a little bit of time, and you’d covered a lot of area in the house by the time he finally captured you. Strong, brawny arms wrapped around your frame and picked you up right off the ground. He spun you around in the air a few times, relishing in the sun-soaked laughter that escaped you before putting you down.

You turned around in his grip, looking incredibly earnest when your hands came to rest on his arms. “Thanks for coming to save me. Not that I needed it.”

He smiled warmly at your statement. “I’ll always come ‘n save you,” he said, capturing your chin between his fingers. His thumb stroked over your chin softly. “You’re my Y/N/N. Nothin’s more important than you.”

You found yourself stuck in an intense stare with him yet again, your heart thumping loudly at his sincerity and gooey sweetness.

“Come on. You need to shower before you get sick.”

You grabbed his hand, but he came willingly with a lovestruck look you couldn’t see.

“Yes, ma'am.”

—

After shoving JJ into the shower and practically pouring a hot cup of tea down his throat to ensure he was warm from the inside out, the two of you found solace in your cozy and — in JJ’s words — kooky bed with your backs against the pillows and headboard.

“Make fun all you want but you and I both know I have to drag you out of here kicking ‘n screaming every time you sleepover.”

“…Shut up.”

Despite his words, JJ huddled closer to you under the plush covers. The wind howled outside, alongside the occasional rumble of thunder. If it weren’t for the light casting around the room from your TV, and the entirely hilarious sitcom How I Met Your Mother playing in the background, the ambience would’ve made the room feel eerie.

“So,” JJ began, breaking the silence, “you heard from your parents lately? Thought they were supposed to come back this week?”

Ah, yes. Your parents.

From a young age, you’d learned not to expect much from the people who had brought you into the world.

The minute they realized they could, they’d handed you off to a nanny and threw themselves back into the lives they’d lived before you had arrived. Your mom went heavy on the scotch and retail therapy, and your dad had re-immersed himself in his work. When he wasn’t doing that, he was squandering his free time away at the country club, playing golf and consuming copious amounts of alcohol alongside your mother.

Anything to get out of the house, and, evidently, away from you.

The older you grew, the less you saw of them as they travelled the world for business. By the time you were fifteen, you’d pretty much been living in that enormous mansion all by yourself for ten months out of the year.

Sometimes, even more.

Not that you’d ever voice your complaints to them. You knew they wouldn’t hear you. They’d simply spew out something along the lines of ‘Sweetheart, you’ve never had to work for anything in your life. if you had, you’d understand that we can’t be there for every silly little dance recital or graduation.’

And yes, that included your high school graduation.

When they did spend time with you, that time would be filled with snarky comments about your appearance and about your sympathy for the pogues. Nothing about you ever seemed to satisfy them.

But somehow, amid the loneliness and abandonment you’d been able to comprehend from far too young of an age, you’d found and held onto the one person who made it all melt away.

JJ.

It was the first day of second grade, and all the children in your class were colouring. All of them except for the little blonde boy who sat across the room, by himself, with a blank sheet of paper in front of him, but nothing to colour with. You were only six at the time, but you could sense that he was alone too. And your heart hurt for him because it hurt the same way for you.

So, you got up from your seat, grabbed your paper and your sixty-four pack of crayons (the pack that every child dreamt of having) and trotted off to his table. You perched yourself in the chair beside his and offered to share your crayons with him.

At first, he just stared at you. You thought that maybe he didn’t want you there, but then, you saw the tiniest glimpse of his dimple when he gave you a small smile, nodding.

“Thanks.”

And now, a decade and a half later, you were just as inseparable as you had been since that very first day.

Your house was now considered a home, had been since the moment JJ first stepped onto the marble flooring with his boyishly muddy shoes. He filled the aching silence with laughter and excitement and finally, finally, some cherishable memories.

Like how he’d helped you climb your first tree, and carried you on his back into your house after you’d scraped your knee while doing so. Camping in your backyard and sprinting inside once non-forecasted rain came pouring down on your flimsy little kiddy tent. He’d accidentally stolen your first kiss (and he’d never admit it, but he was and still is overjoyed to have done so). Movie nights where he’d let you pick the film and sit happily while you pushed his hair back and applied a face mask to his tanned skin.

Anything you wished for, JJ would give it to you without a second thought. Any time you needed him, he’d drop everything to run over to you. He was loyal, sweet, hilarious, thoughtful, and though he was good at hiding it from the light, his heart was pure gold.

But what had mattered most to you was that in a world where everyone close to you had chosen to leave, he was the one who had stayed.

Without him, there was noise.

With him? Quiet.

Peaceful, and calm, and quiet.

No one turned your world like him. And that made it that much more inevitable to fall for him.

The feeling of JJ’s finger tapping against your temple broke you out of your daze. “Hey. You in there?”

“Yeah, sorry,” you replied. “My mom called me a couple days ago to tell me they cancelled their flight. They’re coming back on Monday instead.”

“So, basically, what I’m hearin’ is that they just didn’t wanna be stuck in the house with you all weekend.”

“Precisely.”

You mocked your mother’s voice when you spoke next. “You know I can only take that sorry little island in small doses. Besides, if we come home now, we’ll be holed up in the house during that storm. Why on earth would I trade my penthouse view for that?”

JJ gave you a sad look, obviously upset for you. It wasn’t like he expected much from them either, but he knew that deep down, even if you refused to admit it, it stung.

They really couldn’t spend one weekend with you? Being with their daughter is that much of a hardship for them?

“Stop. It’s fine.” And you meant it. These kinds of stunts were nothing new to you. You didn’t think they were gonna race home to you to make sure you were okay. A quick text would suit them just as well.

“Don’t do that,” he stopped you. “You’re allowed to be upset. Your parents are assholes.”

Assholes that were so far past unaware of the remarkable person they’d given life to. It shook him to his core, the realization that someone so beautiful both inside and out had come from two cold and selfish people.

But if they would never appreciate you, who cared, because JJ knew he always would.

He’d never let a single moment pass without telling you how special you were. How much you’d helped him, given him a safe haven and shoulder to cry on when he needed it.

Given him peace.

And, if he ever worked up the damn courage…he’d spend every minute of the rest of his life telling you how much he loved you.

You just shrugged in response. “It is what it is. I’m luckier than most.”

He frowned at that. It’d always hurt him to watch you belittle your problems just because you were better off financially. It was almost as if you were numb.

“Well, at least they’ll be here for your birthday. That’s somethin’.”

“Nah, they’re flying back to New York on Friday.”

“Are you serious?” He asked, sitting up straight now. “They couldn’t wait one day?”

“You know how they feel about birthdays, J.”

That was true. JJ had heard them give you the ‘Why should you be rewarded for being born? That isn’t an achievement,’ talk countless times over the years. They’d just stick a wad of cash into your nanny’s hand and tell her to take you out to the mall as if their missing your birthday would be fixed with a shopping spree.

As if it would erase the resentment you knew they felt toward you.

“That doesn’t make it right,” he said, growing frustrated. “Y/N/N, it, like, sickens me to keep watchin’ ‘em treat you like this. You gotta say something.”

“Like what, J? They’d never listen. Just drop it.”

He deflated a bit, leaning back into his original position. “Look, ‘m sorry, okay? I just…I don’t get it. You’re amazin’, you’re— you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t know how they don’t feel the same.”

Damn it. There he went again, making it impossible for you to be in a sour mood.

Gingerly, you turned to him, sitting with your legs criss-crossed. “You’re the only one keeping me going, y’know that? I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He sat up once more and cupped your cheek, thumb brushing against the apple of it as he looked deep into your eyes. It felt like he was staring into your soul.

“I promise you’ll never have to find out.” He looked down then, biting his lip slightly before meeting your gaze again. “I put that on my life.”

The rest of the world faded away while the two of you stayed in that moment, frozen in time as if you were a scene captured in a snow globe.

It was times like these when you felt yourself start to believe the things Kie was always telling you.

“I’m just saying, like, how do you not see it?”

She’d been up your ass ever since the boys had split up from you two and left The Wreck. Kie was working at the counter, filling up drinks and cashing out takeout orders.

Oh, and pestering you about JJ’s so-called affections for you.

“Maybe because I’ve known him since we were six and I know what it looks like when he flirts with other girls,” you remarked.

“Okay, but, like, you’re not just some random girl to him. You’re you.”

You made a face. “I don’t even know what that means.”

The groan that emitted from her lips was loud enough to catch the attention of countless customers, but she didn’t seem to care.

“You’re impossible,” she said, placing the lids on three soft drinks. “I’ve known JJ almost as long as you have, and in that time, one thing about him has always been crystal-fucking-clear. He’s in love with you. Always has been, always will be.”

“Whatever you say,” you hummed in response, taking a sip of your Coke and pushing away the warm, fuzzy feeling floating through you at the thought of her words being true.

Meanwhile, JJ was struggling not to act on his desires.

It was the perfect moment.

You were quite literally in his hands — or hand, rather — looking as beautiful as ever. He could kiss you. Right now. Plant one on you, a real kiss, unlike that accidental peck he shared with you at the age of twelve. He’d truly get to taste you this time around and silently convey all his love for you.

And then, fate helped him out.

The lights flickered and cut out in time with a rumble of thunder, leaving the two of you in complete darkness.

JJ took it as a sign.

He leaned forward, and his lips connected with yours. It was soft, tentative at first to see if you’d back off or push him away. To his surprise, your hand snaked up his front, fisting his shirt and pulling him closer. He took that as permission and kissed you deeper, his tongue stroking against yours in a dizzying fashion. The action made you moan into his mouth, and he pocketed the sound in his mind, saving it for later when he was alone and was thinking about you.

And not in an innocent way.

JJ’s hands found your waist, sliding down to your hips before tugging you closer. You took his invitation and clambered your way onto his lap, your lips never leaving his.

God, kissing him felt good. Too good. It was nothing like you’d ever imagined. No, it was better. He kissed you like he’d stop breathing if he didn’t. Like the world would burst into flames and end right then and there if he let go of you.

You didn’t know what was happening, and frankly, in fear of the truth, you had no plans of asking him. If this was the only way you could ever have him, you’d take it without a second thought, consequences be damned.

You were sure that your decision was nowhere near wise, but there was simply no time for wisdom.

JJ, your JJ, was kissing you. Kissing you and touching you and giving himself over to you, even if it was only for one night.

And if doing this was wrong, for once in your life, you didn’t want to be right.

JJ’s hands pulled at the hem of your shirt, and you broke the kiss to let him strip you of it. He tossed it carelessly while his eyes landed on your bare tits.

“Christ,” he whispered, his hands coming up to cup them both. “These are fuckin’ perfect.”

His thumbs brushed over your nipples and you shivered. “J.”

“Shh. I gotchu, baby. Relax for me, yeah? Let me take my time?”

“Yeah,” you breathed. “But can you take your shirt off? Wanna see you too.”

He smiled. You were so damn sweet, it would nearly give him a toothache. “Yeah, pretty girl. I can do that.”

JJ shrugged off his beat-up Heyward’s tee, discarding it on the floor. You ogled at him, at least ninety percent sure that huge red cartoon hearts were projecting from your eyes.

“You’re droolin’ a bit, there,” JJ teased, thumbing at your lip.

Heat crept up into your face at his comment. “Shut up.”

On the inside, he loved the way you were looking at him. You handled him delicately, hands cradling his face as if he were an intricate piece of artwork that you wanted to study and commit to memory.

Every line, every slope, every curve.

Every last stunning piece of him.

“You’re so beautiful, J.”

JJ had been loved by you since elementary school. Sure, it was in a best friend's way, but being loved by you had changed his world. Now, with the way you were looking at him, the way you were speaking to him, the way you were touching him…he couldn’t help but imagine that this was what it’d be like to really be with you.

He turned bashful, his heart still fluttering at your words. “‘M supposed to be sayin’ that to you. Look at you.”

“Stop that,” you said, looking him right in the eyes. “You deserve to be loved on. Let yourself have this. Let yourself feel loved, J.”

Those words echoed in his mind. JJ never felt like he deserved anything good, so he always pushed those opportunities away. Ruined them and made them inaccessible. But with you in his arms, pleading with him to let you show him that he was worthy, he started to believe that maybe he did deserve something positive.

And if it were coming from you? Well, he’d take it without question.

He surged forward, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. He wanted to kiss you until his lips were sore, and even then, he wouldn’t stop.

With greedy hands, the both of you touched every sliver of skin you could find, your lips never leaving the others for a second. Your hands found their way to JJ’s unruly golden locks, fingers carding through them so you could tug on them a little. A deep rumble of satisfaction came from JJ’s throat, and the noise had been so heavenly that your hips started to roll against his on their own accord.

The friction was toe-curling, so addicting that you couldn’t stop rutting against him even if you wanted to. He was hard as a rock, and big. So big. You didn’t even need him to get naked to know you were right.

“F-Fuck,” JJ stammered against your lips, though his hands didn’t stop helping your hips move. “Keep goin’ ‘n I’ll cum before I’m even inside you.”

“But you feel so good,” you whined. Your brows were pulled together and your jaw was slack, the stimulation already getting you close. “Oh my god.”

“Baby—”

“Please, J. I need it. Don’t make me stop. P-Please don’t make me stop.”

You were right on the edge, and all JJ could focus on were your pretty pleas and the desperation written all over your face. He wanted to watch you explode, wanted to watch you go slack as the pleasure rolled through you. Wanted to hear what you sounded like when you came for him.

So he encouraged you.

“Go ‘head, pretty girl. Make a mess. Get yourself nice ‘n wet for me.” His lips found your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin to leave his mark. He felt you cling to him as your actions sped up, his cock throbbing as he tried to fight off his high. It almost took everything in him not to give in. “Good girl. You got it.”

You came loudly, chest heaving up and down as your body twitched and went through the motions of your release. You felt JJ leave more wet kisses across your chest as you tried to regulate your breathing, your hand playing with his hair carelessly.

“That might’ve been the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, baby,” he spoke, his hands rubbing up and down your sides. Goosebumps formed underneath his fingertips, and he couldn’t help himself from realizing how responsive your body was for him.

It’d never been like this with anyone else. No one could compare to you. He didn’t even have to sink into you for confirmation.

He was fucking done for.

JJ never thought his complete and utter devotion to you could ever run deeper in his veins, but here you were, proving him wrong.

He was more than fine with that.

“Fuck me, J. Need you inside me,” you said, hands running over the planes of his chest. Your lip was caught between your teeth, and JJ could tell that you were feeling shy.

“How could I ever deny you when you’re askin’ me so nicely, huh?” He thumbed at your bottom lip, trying to break it free so he could kiss you again. He did, giving you a deep kiss bubbling over the top with affection. “How do you want it?”

“Wanna ride you. Can I?”

Fuck.

“You can have whatever you want, princess.”

You grinned, your hands running down the path of his front before finding the button of his pants with ease. You popped it open, unzipping them and tugging his boxers down. His cock sprang out, beautiful and pink and curved. The bead of pre-cum caught your eye, and your mouth watered instantly, dying to know what he tasted like. You dipped your head down, your tongue sticking out and swirling around his tip gently as you coated your tastebuds with him. You were about to dive in for seconds when JJ stopped you.

“Please don’t, baby. I won’t last.”

You pouted. “But I wanna suck you off. Don’t you wanna fuck my throat?”

Christ. Those sinful words sounded nothing but heavenly, and it was hard to resist you.

“Promise you can later. But right now,” he paused, hands grabbing you and pulling you to straddle his lap again, “I need to feel that pretty pussy.”

“Yes, daddy.”

JJ threw his head back with a groan. “You’re really tryna kill me, aren’t you?”

You simply giggled in response, before circling your hand around his cock. You slid his tip through your folds, from your creamy slit to your clit — and the whimper you let out when you rubbed it over your bundle of nerves almost sent JJ into shock — then back down to your hole again. You started to sink down on him, letting out a hiss when he stretched you wide. Once his tip was inside, JJ swore he started to drool. He was barely inside you and yet your hot, wet walls felt like ecstasy.

When you sank down all the way, JJ let out a tortured, “Fuckin’ soaked, fuck.” Your walls fluttered subconsciously, and he groaned. “Move for me before I bust. Please.”

“No cumming yet, J,” you tutted, slowly beginning to bounce on him and giving in to his wishes. He was so big, it was a miracle that you could fit him completely. The intrusion had you feeling so full, but he was hitting every square inch of your cunt and you were on cloud nine. You picked up a good rhythm, earning praise from JJ as you did so.

“There ya go, baby. Thaaat’s it,” he rasped, leaning back against the headboard to watch you work. His hands cupped your tits as they bounced, feeling your pert nipples rubbing against his palms. “Fuck. Me. Shit.”

His favourite girl, the star of every single fantasy he’s ever had, was beautifully bare and in his lap, riding the fuck out of his cock. He denied the urge to shut his eyes, no matter how euphoric he felt, ‘cause he didn’t want to miss a single second.

Lost in the pleasure, your hands migrated from his built shoulders to his chest, and you clawed at him. He hissed but ultimately enjoyed the stinging feeling pricking at his skin.

You could tell because, within a millisecond, his broad arms had enveloped your entire frame and started bucking his hips upward and taking control.

You gasped his name in shock, your own arms instinctively wrapping around him to hold on for dear life.

“Shh, baby. Let me do the work. You just keep takin’ this cock like a good girl for me, ‘kay?”

Oh, that mouth. That perfect, filthy mouth. You could’ve died right there if he let you.

“Y-Yeah.”

“Yeah, who? What’s my name in here, angel?”

“D-Daddy.”

And the cheeky fucker smirked. “Damn fuckin’ straight.”

He flipped you onto your back, your bare skin hitting the thick comforter. His hands curled around the backs of your knees as he kept you spread wide open for him. His eyes couldn’t help but drift to where you two were connected, watching you swallow his cock whole.

“Such a good fuckin’ pussy,” he grunted. “Jus’ keeps gettin’ wetter ‘n tighter f’me.”

“Yes. Yes. All for you, Daddy. S’all for you,” you called out when he started to fuck you harder. He was animalistic with it, the lust and need for you going into overdrive. It was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen.

Your excitement only grew when JJ leaned forward, his deliciously carved frame hovering above yours. Thick arms caged you in, and large palms held your head up. His forehead leaned against yours, blue eyes holding yours captive in a hypnotizing fashion.

“Eyes on me, baby. Want your eyes on me when you cum.”

He knew you were getting there, your cries only increasing in volume as your pussy coated him completely in your slick. Your walls were contracting, tightening around him and threatening to take his breath away.

He also knew that his words would go a long way right now, judging by the way you’d been reacting to them thus far.

“Tired, aren’t you, baby? Tired of carrying all that weight on your shoulders?” He asked, his breath fanning over your lips as he panted. He littered soft pecks across your cheek when you nodded, an intoxicating juxtaposition from the savoury and harsh pounding he was giving you. “Yeah, I know, babygirl. Always workin’ so damn hard tryna take care of all of us. Jus’ need someone to take care a’you for a change, yeah? Need Daddy to do all the work ‘n make y’feel good? That right?”

Don’t get him wrong. JJ was a feminist. You’d raised him right. But he always had the crippling need to do whatever he could to make your days lighter, make your life easier.

And now, apparently, that included fucking the stress out of you until you couldn’t even remember what had caused it in the first place.

He let out a breathy and proud chuckle when your walls started to clamp down harder on him. He had you right where he wanted you; clinging onto him like a koala and keeping his skin pressed to yours, crying from his gifted hip work, and teetering on the peak of your orgasm.

“C-Close, J. So close,” you gasped out, chest heaving drastically.

“Let go, baby. Let it all go for me, yeah?”

One of JJ’s hands snaked down to rub your clit in tight circles, and he watched flames ignite in your eyes at the added stimulation. The wind was knocked out of your lungs when the band deep in your core finally snapped.

“That’s fuckin’ right,” he encouraged, continuing to fuck you through your high. His was creeping up on him, and he selfishly started to go harder, faster. “‘M gonna cum. Where d’ya want it, baby? Your tits? Stomach?”

“M-My mouth. Promised you’d fuck it, remember?”

He grinned maniacally. The mere thought of fucking his cum down your throat, hearing your gags and watching more of those pretty tears stain your cheeks…nothing sounded better.

“I never break my promises with you, angel. Y’know that.” He pulled out from you, lifting you into a seated position so he could reach your mouth. You struggled to keep yourself upright, clinging onto JJ’s thighs. You looked up at him, teary-eyed with your tongue out and waiting. “Could fuckin’ cum just from the way you look right now, swear to God.”

He smacked his length against your hot tongue a few times before sliding in all the way. A shiver rippled through him in delight. “Fuckin’ hell. Where’s this mouth been all my life?”

He throbbed wildly, twitching when your tongue slithered against the thick vein of his underside. It didn’t take long for him to start thrusting into your mouth, starting off slow but speeding up as his greed skyrocketed. His hands thread through your hair, holding your head in place. Spit was pooling out around him and down your chin, countless tears were escaping from your eyes. Your hair was a mess. But you’d never looked more gorgeous.

You moaned around him, sending vibrations and little jolts through his entire body when he announced to you that he was close. You released your grip on one of his thighs, cupping and massaging his balls. He fucked deeper and deeper into your throat and soon, you watched him fall over the edge. A string of groans and curses fell from his lips, and he sounded better than anything you’d ever heard.

Your favourite song of all time was now dethroned by the pornographic sounds emitting from the gorgeous and hypnotizing man in front of you.

When he withdrew from your mouth and finally caught his breath, all he could do was beam down at you. His fingers scooped up the string of cum that clung to your lips and stuffed themselves into your mouth. You licked every last drop up and savoured it.

Savoured him.

“‘N just when I thought you couldn’t drive me any crazier.”

—

The world was different when JJ woke up.

He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and noticed the sun was shining, a nice contrast to the horrible weather from the previous night. He could hear birds chirping and the light breeze of wind flowing against the trees. But what was most different was the fact that you were curled up in his arms, smooth, bare skin pressed against his as you slept. It wasn’t like you two hadn’t cuddled before, but after last night’s escapades, the action just felt so much more intimate. He felt the smile growing on his face as the memories played in his head. He couldn’t believe he’d finally gotten to kiss you, let alone partake in any of the other activities you two did.

JJ looked down at you, his precious girl, watching your chest heave as you tried to regulate your breathing. You were glowing, your hair a little messy, but it made his heart skip a beat when he thought about how it’d gotten to that point. The ghost of a smile played on your lips while you watched him in wonder.

JJ leaned down, planting a soft kiss on your forehead and closing his eyes as he did so. “Stay here. Gonna grab a towel so I can clean you up.”

He started to move, but your smaller hand wrapped around his wrist and tugged. “Don’t go. Can you just…lay with me for a bit?”

The combination of your sulky doe eyes and still kiss-swollen, pouted lips was all too much. He could never say no to you, but at that moment? You’d never looked more vulnerable, and he just wanted to wrap you up in his arms and shield you from anything that would make you look as sad as you did right now.

“Yeah, pretty girl,” he assured you, getting situated under the covers and opening his arms wide for you. “C’mere. Not goin’ anywhere.”

You smiled with a shy nod, instantly slotting yourself into his arms and resting your head on his chest. You nuzzled your cheek against his bare skin, closing your eyes as you let his presence envelope you.

“You promise?” You asked quietly. Your eyelids grew heavy, and you felt yourself slipping out of consciousness when his fingers danced up and down your back.

“I promise,” JJ said. His head came to lean atop yours, his cheek smushed against your hair. “Couldn’t leave you if I tried, princess.”

You started to shift in his hold, a small groan escaping your lips.

“Mornin’, sunshine,” he greeted, sweeping some baby hairs away from your face. How you managed to look so effortlessly beautiful all the time was beyond him. Not that he was complaining. “You sleep okay?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, unable to stop your lips from curling upward. “You?”

“Slept great.”

You peered up at him, and he was already looking down at you. The minute your eyes met, it was just as last night when the rest of the world went quiet. It was just you and your favourite boy, stuck in a bubble where for once, everything felt right. Where you and JJ felt so happy, that nothing could put a damper on things.

Until your bedroom door swung open, revealing your mother. Once her eyes landed on a shirtless JJ beside you, steam was coming out of her ears.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

You sat up and held the sheets to your chest, keeping yourself covered up. “Mom, close the door!”

“Get up, get dressed, and get that pogue out of my house.”

“Always a pleasure, Mrs. Y/L/N.”

She glared at him and slammed the door shut. You didn’t dare to look at JJ, completely mortified and ashamed of her behaviour. JJ sat up then, watching your teeth sink into your bottom lip the way they always did when you were deep in thought or stressed out. Without a second thought, he reached over, thumbing at your lip until it broke free from your teeth.

“Stop that. Any harder ‘n you’ll bleed, babe.”

You gave him the tiniest glimpse of a smile. “Sorry.”

You got up before he could respond, wrapping one of your sheets around your body and making your way to your bedroom door so you could lock it. Behind you, JJ also got up, slipping on his clothes before walking over to where you stood.

“Hey,” he spoke, nudging your chin upward with his hooked index finger. “You okay?”

You nodded, slowly looking at him. “I’m just sorry about her.”

“You don’t need to apologize to me, alright? I don’t care about her, I just wanna make sure you’re good.”

You nodded again wordlessly. It didn’t put JJ at ease.

“I won’t go if you don’t want me to,” he told you. “Jus’ say the word ‘n I’ll stay.”

You wanted to grab him and hold onto him for dear life. He was so sweet, too sweet for his own good. He always thought of you first, put you above everything else. It was nice, having someone do that for you for a change, but you couldn’t be selfish with him. So, you shook your head, looking downward and grabbing both of his hands. Your thumbs swiped over his knuckles as you mustered up the courage to let him go, knowing it was for the better.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

It was clear JJ didn’t believe you, but he knew better than to push you when it came to your parents. “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

He stayed right where he was for a moment. He didn’t want to go. Didn’t want to leave you to deal with the wrath of your mother alone. But he remembered the promise he’d made to himself; that he’d always do what you wished of him.

He looked down at your joined hands, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach. His gaze flitted back up to yours, and he nodded hesitantly. Breaking free from your grasp, he gathered his belongings. He walked over to you again, his hand cradling your face. Tilting your head down slightly, he kissed your forehead in goodbye.

“I’ll come by ‘n see you later, alright?”

“Okay,” you said.

He nodded, letting go of you slowly and walking the few footsteps to your door. But then, he turned around, his hand pausing on the doorknob. “Y/N/N?” His chest fluttered nervously, and he took a deep breath. “There’s, uh, somethin’ I wanna tell you. Somethin’ I needa tell you.”

You watched him intently, and a sense of anticipation bubbled in your stomach. “What is it, J?”

You grasped his hand gently, and his mouth went dry. You were in such a vulnerable place with your parents showing up out of the blue, and that was not how he wanted things to be when he told you he loved you for the first time.

“Y’know what? It’s nothin’. Forget it. I’ll see you tonight.”

With that, he exited your bedroom, leaving both you and himself with heavy hearts.

—

“Well, well. Look who’s finally decent,” your mother commented when you entered the kitchen fully dressed.

You chose to ignore her comment. “What are you doing here, Mom? I thought the ferry wasn’t running.”

“We took the jet and flew to the airstrip. Honestly, Y/N, it’s a miracle you can brush your teeth in the morning.”

You held back your impending eye-roll.

“Is your little friend gone?”

“Yes, Mom. JJ’s gone.”

And you’d never needed him more.

“Good. I knew that boy made you act like a child but I never thought that you’d throw everything we’ve given you away for someone with no potential and a criminal record.”

And there it was.

Any time your parents even thought they caught a glimpse of your blonde best friend, they were quick to pick out all his ‘flaws.’ Right off the bat, even as a child, they’d never respected him due to his pogue status. As if it were his fault, like he’d chosen his life himself. As if he’d chosen to be stuck with a father who’d never shown him love a day in his life.

As if they had room to talk.

Because the truth of the matter was, everything parents were supposed to do for their children — support them, comfort them, make them believe that they could be any and everything they wanted to be — wasn’t done by your parents.

They were done by JJ.

If you hadn’t had JJ, you wouldn’t have known what unconditional love was.

He was the one who reminded you that you could conquer the world. He’d held you through lonely nights, patched up your cuts and bruises when you were clumsy, helped you study (though he didn’t even study himself), and never failed to remind you that you were adored by him.

So, when your mother dared to speak on JJ as if she had ever really tried to know him, it boiled your blood. “Where do you get off talking about him like that? He’s done more for me than you and Dad ever have.”

The fire in your tone made your mother get up from her seat at the table immediately. She downed the contents of her glass — presumably scotch — and nearly slammed the glass on the table.

“Is that so?” She scoffed. Steam practically shot out of your ears when she looked at you. “So he put you up in this house? He paid for all your foolish little dance lessons and bought you that Benz sitting in the driveway?”

“That’s not what I—”

“I don’t care what you meant. You paint us out to be the villains in your life when we’ve done nothing but support you and give you everything you’ve ever dared to wish for.”

“Support me?!Areyou delusional? When have you two ever supported me?”

Financially? Yes. Emotionally? Mentally? Likely story.

“Don’t start. I’m simply speaking the truth. Now, tomorrow night, I expect you to stop acting like a spoiled brat and drop the attitude.”

Your brows furrowed. “What’s tomorrow?”

“Last night, your father and I were at dinner with some colleagues, discussing the horrible storm and what it’s done to the southside of the island. They said they’d love to help support the people down there, and so your father came up with the brilliant idea to throw a benefit for The Cut.”

Your parents wanted to help the pogues of the island? Were you dreaming?

“It’s wonderful publicity for our company. We’ve been looking for an opportunity like this for weeks.”

Nevermind. You were wide awake.

“That being said, your father and I have informed the Huntzbergers that their son would be your date. You remember Logan, don’t you? He asked for you. I can’t fathom why, but what does it matter?”

You’d met Logan many times over the years, the two of you being dragged by your parents to banquets, dinners, golf games, and so on. He was sweet, with a good sense of humour and a very handsome face if you were being honest. You’d always had the suspicion that he liked you, but obviously, those feelings had never been reciprocated. Not when a certain blonde troublemaker had plucked your heart right out of your chest and never given it back.

A true kleptomaniac.

“Mom, I can’t be Logan’s date.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t tell me this is because of the Maybank boy.” Your silence and shifty look were enough to answer her. “Oh, honey. You don’t think that the two of you are together now, do you? He got what he wanted from you. You’ll never be anything more than an easy lay to him.”

Though the morning had been tumultuous at best, your mind hadn’t even gone there. Not once. In fact, it’d been the opposite. You weren’t foolish enough to believe that JJ would profess his undying love for you, but you certainly didn’t think he’d up and leave now that he’d been with you.

Would he?

As the thoughts consumed you, you were once again reminded that every time you’d found an ounce of happiness, your parents were always quick to rip it from your grasp and stomp on it for good measure.

“So, back to what I was saying. Please do not embarrass us. Wear something slimming.” She moved closer to you, tapping your hip. “You’re looking a little wide. Let’s hope you aren’t pregnant with the poor pogue’s child.”

Without looking back, she exited the room, leaving you alone to chew on her words in the oh-so-familiar silence.

—

JJ spent his entire shift at the auto shop convincing himself that tonight would be the night he finally fessed up. It’d always been so difficult for him; pushing his feelings for you so deep inside and ensuring that they’d never escape, but something had changed. Maybe it had been the events that had taken place the night before, or maybe it was the utter disappointment he’d felt in himself all day long after not confessing earlier on.

He hopped in his truck, swinging down to the pier so he could grab a bouquet from your favourite flower cart. He might not have been a renowned romantic, but his girl was special, and she deserved to be treated as such. Though he stayed there for a while, scratching the back of his neck with a stressed look on his face, he eventually settled on a carefully wrapped set that he thought you’d like.

A mixture of anticipation, nerves and excitement bubbled in his system. He hoped he wasn’t setting himself up for failure. But with the way you looked at him yesterday, shimmering stars in your eyes and the most gorgeous yet shy smile playing on your lips, it was hard not to let himself begin to trust the impossible.

Maybe his dreams were within his reach after all.

He let himself inside your house, skillfully sneaking past your parents (who were busy in planning mode) and making his way up to your empty room. He could hear shuffling coming from the bathroom and could see dozens of dresses littered across the floor accompanied by a few pairs of shoes. Half of him wondered if there’d been a tornado that only hit your closet.

He was aching to get a glimpse of the girl who had spent the day taking up every one of his thoughts. Seeing you and being with you felt like home. A home someone would have to pry from his cold, dead hands because he’d rather die than ever let you go.

“Y/N/N? You here?”

When you emerged from the bathroom, JJ swore the wind was knocked out of him. His eyes trailed down your elegant frame, your curves clad in a dress he hadn’t seen you in before. Your hair was natural, and you were bare-faced, but JJ believed you could walk a damn red carpet looking the way you did and capture the eyes and hearts of everyone in that room.

“Woah…” he breathed, awestruck.

“Hi.”

Your eyes were sad, and your lips were in a pout, but your tone would’ve been enough on its own to tell him that something had upset you. Reaching out for you, his warm hands found your hips and pulled you to him.

“You make sad look beautiful, princess.”

You smiled a little at his words before wrapping your arms around his torso and melting into him. “Thanks.”

He hugged you back, completely void of hesitation. He took the time to drown in your scent. It was incredibly fitting; sweet and hypnotic, just like you.

“What’s the matter?”

You shook your head. “Nothing, it’s not a big deal. I’m just being sensitive.”

“Hey,” he said, pulling away from you a little so he could look you in the eye. “It’s a big deal to me if it’s bothering you.”

God, how did he do that? He could convince you to unload everything on him with a few words and that look in his eye that made you feel as if he wanted to know every single detail running around in your mind. Pair that with the warm loving touch he was smoothing over you, calloused palms rubbing your sides up and down a few times, and your words came leaking out of you like a faucet.

“Does this dress look right on me? It’s okay, you can be honest. I just need an opinion I can trust.”

JJ felt a crack in his heart when those words left your lips. You wouldn’t even look at him, you just stared at the floor beneath your feet and smoothed out the fabric around your hips over and over as if you viewed yourself as anything less than perfection.

You were the most beautiful person he had ever laid his eyes on. There wasn’t a single thing about you that he wasn’t crazy about.

That he didn’t dream about.

Tipping your face up by your chin and forcing your eyes on him so you could really hear what he was about to tell you, he spoke.

“Pretty girl, y’almost killed me when you walked through that door.”

“Really?”

JJ couldn’t tell if he wanted to hug you so tight that you’d end up stuck to him, or kiss the daylights out of you when he saw that spark of hope light your face up. “Really. You look perfect.”

You smiled that adorable, bashful smile, the one you always gave him when he calmed your mind and silenced your doubts.

Little did you know that he’d sell everything he owned to keep that smile there for eternity. If only you would’ve seen the lovestruck look JJ was giving you. There might as well’ve been hearts floating around his head.

However, your eyes were too busy looking at the splash of springtime colours against the white backsplash of your bedding. You felt your smile grow into a grin at the gorgeous bouquet lying there, and your eyes finally moved back onto the tall blonde in front of you.

“You got me flowers?”

“Uh, y-yeah.”

It was JJ’s turn to be bashful. He scratched his brow, trying to hide his now rosy cheeks as he turned around to grab the bouquet. He handed them to you carefully, and he could hear his heart thumping wildly as you stared down at them adoringly.

“You got me flowers.”

“It’s not a big deal. Jus’ swung by your favourite shop after work.”

Jesus, had you always made him this nervous?

You cradled the flowers in one arm, and let your free hand grab his. You tugged at it, silently telling him to come closer. You looked up at him, eyes sparkling.

“You got me flowers, J.”

The act of getting flowers was out of the ordinary for him. It seemed so…romantic. That’s not to say that he hasn’t bore his heart to you, ‘cause he had, but this…this was different.

At least, it felt different.

“Look, I jus’ thought, y’know…a girl as special as you deserves flowers.”

Oh, if you could’ve kissed him, you would’ve done so until you both ran out of oxygen. Maybe even longer. Even if it meant that you’d perish because of it.

But, you couldn’t, so you settled on pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek. “Thank you.”

“Yeah,” he breathed. Then, he cleared his throat when he realized he might’ve been staring at you too long. “So, what’s the fancy getup for?”

“Oh, right,” you spoke. “My parents decided to pimp me out tomorrow night.”

His eyes almost bulged out of his head. “I beg your finest pardon?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Between the look on his face and his tone, he was making it impossible not to. “They’re throwing some benefit here for the Cut tomorrow night, and Logan asked for me to be his date. You remember Logan, right?”

You spun around, grabbing your empty vase off the dresser and heading back into your bathroom to fill it up. Meanwhile, JJ was stuck in place, his mind buffering.

Date? Did he hear that right?

When he came to, he was quick to follow you. “You— Wait— Huh?”

“Logan Huntzberger? I told you that story about how we snuck onto that boat once with a bottle of champagne and got busted by the owners, remember?”

“That’s not the part I’m confused about, Y/N.”

His tone was more icy than he intended, but he couldn’t help but feel something like rage boiling and brewing in his core. You didn’t seem to notice, though, and if you did, you didn’t show it. Instead, you unwrapped the bouquet cautiously and placed the flowers into the vase. You were about to pass him and the threshold back into your bedroom when his hard curled around your bicep.

“You’re goin’ on a date?”

You gave him a weird look. “He just wants to escort me to this thing tomorrow. And to be honest, there’s safety in numbers. My parents will be so focused on him that they’ll forget about me.”

His jaw clenched, and his eyes darted away from yours as he let go of you. “You coulda just asked me.”

A chuckle escaped your lips as you placed the full vase back where it belonged. “You hate kook shit like this.”

“I woulda came for you. You didn’t need to say yes to some spoiled rich kid.”

“I didn’t say yes to him. My mom and dad did,” you reminded him. You walked up to him, arms crossing your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling very open and vulnerable. “Why are you being like this? You know how they are.”

“‘M not bein’ like anythin’,” he denied. He moved away from you, grabbing his bag off your bed. “I gotta go.”

He didn’t know what he was doing. He just knew he had to get out of there before he exploded on you and ruined everything. How could you be going on a date with someone else when JJ was ready to tell you that he wanted you forever?

You grabbed his arm this time around. “Don’t do that. Don’t walk away from me. Just talk to me.”

JJ couldn’t stay. He felt sick. He felt like he wanted to strangle someone.

Okay, fine. Not just anyone.

Logan.

And maybe your dad, too.

“Have fun tomorrow, alright?”

JJ made his second escape of the day much quicker than he had with his first, practically poofing into thin air right before your eyes. You wanted to chase after him, beg him to just let you in instead of running away from you, but you knew getting him to open up wasn’t that easy. He’d have to want to come to you. So you just stood there, watching the doorframe hoping he’d come back, and growing utterly disappointed when he didn’t.

—

After the events at your home, JJ had decided to crash at John B’s. He thought being around him and the group would help take his mind off things, but all he could focus on was the void he felt without you beside him.

That night he had been even worse. He tossed and turned restlessly all night, never the one to be able to sleep without you in his presence. He needed to hear your rhythmic breathing and feel your warmth as you curled into his side in your slumber. It’s like his mind was never at rest unless he was with you.

The next day had dragged on, your date with Logan being the only thing on his mind from the minute he’d opened his eyes. He went to work, though he was clearly somewhere else mentally. He’d gotten scolded a few times, but he failed to remember why. Then, his bike broke down on the way back home, so he walked to Sarah’s house, hoping to catch a ride. He eventually made it, but was greeted by a party he had completely forgotten the group had planned.

JJ had half a mind to turn back and just go home. All he wanted to do was slump into a chair on his porch, smoke a joint and try to forget about the shittiest day he’d had in a long while. But he was far too exhausted to make that trip, and why go all the way home when he could get shitfaced instead? It’d help him forget just the same.

Right?

Wrong.

As the intoxication began to take over him, so did the thoughts of you.

Why did he walk away? Why didn’t he just open his mouth and say something?

‘I love you. I’m in love with you, and you can’t be with anyone else because you should be with me.’

That’s all he had to say.

And he blew it.

The group groaned around him when he started to rant about you and your date again. He’d been rambling on and on, causing a few people in the circle to leave so they wouldn’t have to hear yet another string of complaints fall from his lips.

“And it’s jus’ like, of course she’d ch-choose him,” he hiccupped into his red solo cup. “He’s like, rich ‘n loaded ‘n-n stacked.”

Pope rolled his eyes. “Those all mean the same thing, J.”

“Well, y’know what ‘m tryna say. He can give her everything. He could prolly buy her the planet. I could never do that.”

Sarah watched her friend wallow in his drunken sorrows, and she felt saddened for him. She had always known how much JJ loved you. She could see it in his eyes the first time she saw you two together. He’d bleed himself dry for you, and there was never any question about it.

“Okay,” she cooed, getting up from her seat and plucking his cup from his hand. “Think you’ve had enough, JJ. C’mon. Let’s get you to bed.”

JJ grumbled out a few protests, but Sarah ignored them, asking John B to help her lead JJ to one of the guest rooms. They managed to get him tucked into bed, and when his eyes fluttered shut, they figured they were okay to leave.

Unfortunately, not even a half hour later, JJ woke up. He was still way past intoxicated, but he stumbled into the kitchen in search of another bottle. He almost came up dry until he saw a bottle of whiskey less than a quarter full. He chugged down the remaining contents, and instantly made a hasty exit, his boots dragging against the pavement as he walked.

Though he was drunk, his feet led him in a familiar direction. He knew where he longed to be, where he needed to be.

He arrived at your house, clambering his way to your door and ignoring the nasty looks he’d gotten from your parents friends and colleagues. He pushed the door open, tripping over the threshold but managing to keep himself upright. He made his way through the house, and his mind quieted when his eyes finally landed on you. He was elated for all of five seconds because then he saw Logan’s hand find your waist. He pulled you closer to him, angling his head down slightly.

Absolutely-fucking-not.

“Hey! Keep your hands off my damn girl!”

Your eyes, Logan’s, and countless other partygoers’ all shot over to JJ. He was stumbling and had almost taken out one of the serves as he made his way over to you.

“J? What are you doing here?”

JJ ignored your words and your hands on his chest as he pointed an accusatory finger at your date. “Don’t you fuckin’ touch her again.”

“JJ, stop! You’re drunk!” You shout in a whisper, pushing him back a little now.

“You don’t know her. You haven’t spent your whole life loving her and making sure she had someone. You aren’t there to remind her to eat when she gets stressed, ‘c-cause she always forgets. ‘N you aren’t there when she cries, ‘n your heart doesn’t break when she does. You’re nothin’.”

More eyes were now on the three of you, and before you knew it, your parents were making their way over to you.

“Enough, Maybank. Get out of this house before I throw you out,” your father snarled.

“Dad, stop it!”

“You,” JJ said, turning his attention to your parents. “You two are the worst of ‘em all. Throwin’ this bullshit party when you’re never even here. You care about the cut? You don’t even care about your damn daughter!”

“JJ, enough! Let’s go!” You pleaded, trying to pull him.

He freed his arm from your grasp. “No, Y/N/N, everyone needs to hear this. They need to know they’re supportin’ two people who think it’s fun to body shame their daughter and remind her time and time again that they couldn’t care less about her. They didn’t even go to your graduation, Y/N/N. You worked your ass off, ‘n they couldn’t even be bothered to send you a damn card! Never mind the last five birthdays of yours that they missed. They’re pieces of shit, ‘n all their friends should know it!”

“You’re lucky I don’t call the cops!”

“Go ‘head. Call ‘em. Call ‘em ‘n tell ‘em that you’re arresting me for defending your daughter.”

“That’s it,” you mumbled to yourself. You grabbed JJ, pulling him hard this time. “Come with me, now.”

JJ’s voice got quieter the further away you dragged him, but it was clear enough. “‘M not done with you, Y/F/N!”

Luckily, Logan had come to your aid, helping you haul JJ up the stairs. It wasn’t an easy feat, as JJ had been swatting him away the entire way up. The two of you finally got him into your room, and you told Logan to rejoin the party. JJ sunk into your bed, and you tucked him under the sheets before handing him a water bottle. He pouted, not wanting to drink it, but relented when he saw the look on your face.

“Are you mad?”

You ignored his words, continuing to help him get settled. You were trying hard to bite your tongue because you knew that even if you scolded him, he most likely wouldn’t remember a single thing you said. That, and you could tell he was hurting. That’s the only reason he would’ve gotten this drunk.

“Uh oh. You’re mad. ‘M soo in trouble.”

“Tomorrow, JJ. Go to sleep.”

His big blue eyes sulked at you, though they were a tad hazy, and he latched onto your hand after you smoothed some hair from his eyes. “‘M sorry. ‘M just sad.”

You closed your eyes, letting out a deep breath. “It’s okay, J. Now sleep.”

He tapped his right cheek, silently asking you for a kiss there. You did as he requested, unable to refuse him, but not without an eye roll. Then he repeated his taps on his other cheek. You kissed him there too. The cycle continued with his forehead, and then his nose. When you were done, he tried his luck, tapping his puckered lips.

To that, you laughed softly. “Nice try, Maybank.”

—

If you could pay someone to pluck the memories of the previous night from your brain, you’d fork over all the cash you could muster. JJ’s behaviour, your embarrassment, apologizing to Logan profusely….

Yeah.

You’d erase all of it.

Mad and anxious as you were, though, you couldn’t stop thinking about how your ‘date’ had only made things more abundantly clear; you would forever be in love with JJ.

All night long, you knew Logan was trying to charm you. He was the perfect gentleman. He helped you down the stairs in your heels, guided you through the crowd, and got your drinks for you. Talked to you about your interests and actually, genuinely cared about what you had to say. But with every touch of his, all you could feel was the ghost of JJ’s and the trails of fire he’d left behind every time his skin brushed against yours. Could smell his familiar scent of weed, sea salt and some high-end cologne he’d snatched from a party on Figure 8, in place of the cologne that Logan had spritzed on himself. And when Logan tried to kiss you, you couldn’t even think about it. Because the truth was, you knew it would never compare to the sliver of heaven you’d ascended to when JJ’s mouth was on yours.

Your mind moved over to the boy you’d tucked into your bed last night, and a pang of worry hit you. Yes, you were still mad, at least partly, but you couldn’t focus on that. All you could focus on was your concern for him.

What was he battling? And why did he feel as if he couldn’t approach you about it? Didn’t he know by now that you’d stand by him through anything?

Didn’t he know by now that he wasn’t alone?

A loud clang in the kitchen caught your attention, and you decided to head down to investigate. You were also in desperate need of a cup of coffee.

You hadn’t expected to find JJ moving around your kitchen less-than-expertly during what would probably go down as the worst hangover known to man, but the sight that greeted you was nothing but endearing.

There he was, your best friend, surrounded by a chaotic array of ingredients and bowls and utensils. Flour dusted the tips of his blonde (now white) strands, there was a smear of what you assumed was batter across the apple of his cheek, and his clothes looked even worse off than his face.

Still, his tongue was poked out adorably while he concentrated on the soon-to-be-cooked ingredients in front of him.

“J?” You chuckled softly, unable to suppress your smile at the sight before you.

JJ’s eyes flit up to yours abruptly, a worried and panicked look spreading across his face. You could see the dark circles, and his voice was slightly hoarse when he spoke.

“Shit! You’re supposed to be in bed!” He rushed over to you, hands finding your shoulders with ease and trying to urge you to spin back around. “You gotta go back up.”

Your amusement was clear on your face as you looked around at the mess. “I don’t think that’s wise, J.”

JJ scratched the back of his neck, huffing frustratedly. His eyes weren’t as bright as usual, noticeably clouded by shame. “I jus’ wanted to apologize for last night. I thought makin’ breakfast would maybe help me get back on your good side.”

Your heart softened at his sincerity, your annoyance from the previous night now dissipating at his intentions. “You’re always on my good side. I just wish you’d talk to me about what’s going on instead of completely dodging me and getting blackout drunk just ‘cause you’re avoiding things.”

You’d always known him so well. Most times, you knew him better than himself. That being said, JJ should’ve known that you’d figure him out the minute he showed up at your house. He messed up terribly. He knew he embarrassed you, he knew he might’ve ruined the party and angered your parents beyond belief. But right now, he knew that even after all those things, they’d never stop you from worrying for him and making sure he was good on all fronts.

He definitely didn’t deserve you, but at that moment, he decided; he was going to keep you anyway.

“You’re way too good for me.” JJ’s flour-dusted hand cupped your cheek, and he looked down at you with all the love he could muster up, and then some. “You’re way too good for me, and I fell in love with you anyway.”

Your heart skipped a beat as his words hung in the air, and you blinked, momentarily taken aback by the confession you’d spent nearly your entire life yearning for, yet never expected to hear.

“You’re…you’re in love with me?” You repeated, your voice barely above a whisper. Your eyes searched his, and now, they were as clear and sincere as ever.

JJ nodded earnestly. “After that night, when I showed up with those flowers…I was gonna tell you. ‘N then you told me about your date with Logan ‘n I jus’ freaked ‘cause I could feel myself losin’ you to this, like, superior guy who could give you everythin’ I couldn’t.”

“J…” you trailed off sadly in a whisper.

“It’s always been us, y’know? Two peas in a shitty-parents-pod. But even on my worst days with Luke…it never mattered, ‘cause I had you. ‘N when I thought about you leavin’ me…Y/N/N, I couldn’t even stomach it. Then I kinda went off the deep end.”

You grabbed his hands with urgency. “I could never leave you, J. Never.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed with a soft voice. “I love you too much.”

JJ’s gaze searched yours, his eyes mixed with hope and trepidation. “For real?”

“Yes, for real, dummy. I love you. I’ve always loved you.” A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, and your heart pounded in your chest at your confession. But this time, it wasn’t with nerves or fear, it was one hundred percent, wholeheartedly with love.

“So, does that mean I can finally kiss you again?”

Even at his most vulnerable, this cheeky boy could still whip out a boyish smirk on command. This only prompted you to toy with him a little, just to get back at him.

“And what makes you think I’m gonna kiss you, Maybank?”

His hands surged toward your hips, and he pulled you impossibly closer while licking his lips. “I know you, remember? ‘N after the other night, I know what you look like when you want to.”

Damn, he was good.

Your arms looped around the back of his neck, and you threw him a daring look. “So do it.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. His lips found yours, and you stood there for some time, just drowning each other without anything holding you back this time. Things couldn’t have been more perfect.

He couldn’t have been more perfect.

Just like that, the two of you were home. And you’d never dare to leave.

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dzpenumbra · 2 years

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11/12/22

This is like day 3 of me chanting to myself over and over, "take it easy with the soul-work". It's seriously been all I've done for like years now. All day, every day. With some breaks, but those were usually video game binges to get lost in another world for a bit, and I worry about going too far into that when I have to move soon. I lose track of time easily when I'm diving deep into gaming.

So... well... this is soul work, so I need to just cool it with it. I'm too damn emotional and overstressed lately. So positive vibes it is. I want to go skating again very soon, I think I'm going to loosen my trucks a bit and learn how to ride a bit looser. It'll be a new experience and I think it will help with my overall comfort and board control. The more different angles I feel comfortable skating at - toe-edge, heel-edge, pivots, powerslides - the more different angles I will be comfortable landing in. It will help a lot more with run ups and roll aways. So even if I just get to the park with enough time to just cruise around a little, not even doing tricks... it will be hugely beneficial and fun! It'll add a new way of skating, carving, because I always rode super tight trucks and did manuals, stalls, pivots and powerslides. I never carved at all. I'd just pivot instead. I think it will help not just with all the above, but actually... it might help my posture too. Because I probably need to relearn how to hold my body when carving turns, like center-of-balance shit, and that will help me keep my natural default posture at a more healthy place. So... pretty excited for that! Now I just need to get to the skatepark before like... 4:30... Because it's dark at like just past 5:15 or some shit and it's just like... dude...

No art done today. But I might be able to get some beeswax to mess around with making my own incense infused sealant for wooden beads. I did play drums today though and gat-fuckin-dayum is it really nice to just open up Cubase, add a virtual instrument, choose Kontakt, double click the drum set, choose the exponential articulation curve, set my map, turn on my drum kit and I'm 100% good to go as long as I like with no problems. It's like... finally! I improvised with a MrSuicideSheep playlist from a year or so ago. It was fun. I missed playing drums. Another thing I need to fix my posture on, I hope I can get someone to help me with that soon.

So yeah. I have some final stuff to do with forms and shit, and a car inspection to really hope they get done. I'm really stressed about that. And I'm going to meet at the new building to get the keys and check out some stuff at the new place sometime next week. I need to follow up on that, I've just been... really scared, honestly. Like never this scared of moving before in my life. I hate it. I used to be so confident. And it really feels like an ignorance is bliss kinda thing. Like "I'll just get on a plane and move halfway across the country because I used to smoke weed with you in highschool and you called me your friend." Many times like that, most of my moves in life. They were innocence, naivete; in ways I miss it, in ways I really don't.

Now, I commit to having learned from these mistakes. I have gotten very harsh with myself. I can't slip up, I can't trust the wrong person, I can't make mistakes. I'm "smarter than that". I --- I'm doing fucking soul-work again. Fucking hell, see?! All day everyday, it's this! XD

All it took was mentioning chores and down the rabbithole I go. So I'm just gonna let that thought go down the river and I'll catch up with it when it comes back around tomorrow. No clue what's on the docket for tomorrow, we'll see how it goes, hopefully I can do something fun.

Oh, I wanted to add a good perspective I gave myself. I have a good relationship with my current landlords, and I'm sure they'd be cool with me taking my time with the move. So I really don't need to stress about packing and rushing everything to the new place. I want to really pace myself and adjust. It still doesn't feel real, I haven't even seen the damn place in person yet and I'm officially moving in in less than a week. So, since I'm super emotional lately, I'm gonna go baby steps with this one. I hiked like 30 miles barefoot with a giant rucksack on, I went on a solo-road trip, I flew to Vegas with no hotel room, and now... I'm going to very slowly dip my toes into moving to a new place. And I'm not going to judge myself for that, I'm going to be compassionate and gentle. It takes a lot of pain to transform someone like that. And I should be as compassionate with myself as I would be with others like me. So, big positive note, I'm going to pace myself. And I should be good and settled in up there by Thanksgiving.

But right now, I want to really just leave a nice warm thought in my head before bed. I have been really nervous about making music. I keep avoiding it. So tomorrow, I want to just make weird noises and record an actual song. It's been too long, like 3-4 years. Who knows, something really cool might come out of it. :D Maybe hip-hop, maybe metal, maybe weird experimental world music, maybe just a collection of incoherent noises. No matter what, it's going to be fun!

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of consciousness #stream of thoughts

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wtf-amiru · 2 years

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when you start a new job and realize how bad the last one gaslit you

#when you're not treated as a problem you don't feel like a problem???#shocking #just kinda thought thats how working in the schools was #just kinda always playing catch up and rushing to the next thing they wanted me to do regardless of what was going on #the highschool literally just sent me home because i was sick YESTERDAY #meh nothing is pressing today and ripper's in the building so you can just stay home today #go work on that birthday present you need to finish #literally what my boss told me when I showed up this morning #at the other school they would have guilt tripped me for 2 days for missing a monday #and probably double my work today #it helps that all the people i'm dealing with at the highschool are closer to my age #or old hippie ladies lmao #the head of maintenance isn't quite sure about me yet tho but ripper literally got me that job and he's got so many journeyman tickets #no one really argues with him even the boss lol #anyway all this to say there are better employers out there #maple rambles

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traumxrei-archive · 3 years

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【 cupid's got me in a chokehold 】

author's note: today's white day ! and i forgot,,,so i wrote about my favorite boys n what they would give the prefect on white day ! just a heads up, they're in paragraphs so. yes. this is entirely self-indulgent, so if you'd like to request your faves, please do so next time my requests are open (i'll do them in the hc style tho bc this took a loooong time to do)

characters: azul ashengrotto, floyd leech, jade leech, leona kingscholar

gender neutral! prefect, long-ass drabbles, self-indulgent !!

The Prefect didn't know what to expect for White Day. They had given their, ah, crush some homemade chocolates for Valentine's Day. But what if they don't get a gift in return? Well, today was the day. Now, what would he give them in return?

Azul Ashengrotto

azul ashengrotto. that was the name of their crush. it's kinda hard to have a crush on someone who's so busy all the time. they could barely catch glimpses of him at mostro lounge on a good day, and they were too busy focusing to really talk in class.

so when they gave him a valentine's gift, they pondered if he would have the time to even think about giving them a gift for white day. and on the day, their fears were confirmed.

they had kept their eyes peeled all day for just a sign of silvery hair to no avail. they were sure that azul had forgotten, trying to convince themself that it was okay; that he was a busy man after all.

until there was a knock on their door. it was evening time, and they had just queued up a sad song playlist to play as they lamented a gift-less white day.

to their surprise, floyd was there, "heya shrimpy ! 'm here to take you to mostro lounge, azul's orders."

"azul?" their stomach started to flip. "wait, it's nighttime what does he want-" they didn't get to finish because floyd was picking them up by the waist like they were some purse dog.

and that was how they entered the empty-looking mostro lounge.

"floyd, i do not think azul would be pleased if you carried them like that," jade sighed as he saw them.

floyd put them down fairly quickly, strangely enough, "alright alri~ght. today's azul's day so imma be nice."

"come through here, prefect," jade gestured further into the lounge. "azul is waiting for you." there were nerves buzzing at their fingertips as they walked, seeing a brightly lit table in the middle of the dark lounge.

and there was azul. they felt their breath stolen from them because of how was looking at them, a soft emotion shining in those crystalline eyes.

"thank you for coming this evening," azul gently grasped their hand, leading them to the table. "sorry that i didn't send, ah, prior notice."

"it's alright," their eyes track his movements as he walked over to the other side. "so...what's the occasion?" they had dared to hope, but...this was azul, it could've been anything.

azul blinked, "did you perhaps think that i would forget about white day?"

"k-kind of? i mean, y-you're really busy, so i figured that you wouldn't have time," a familiar heat crawled up their neck as they stuttered, and they felt their heart doing a frantic dance against their ribs.

"i'm offended that you think so little of me," azul's laugh trickled through the air. "how could i forget to give you a gift in return for those chocolates? they were...very sweet."

"they were tasty," floyd's voice startled them, and their head snapped up to see food lining the table, with jade bringing in another plate. "but azul wouldn't let me have more than one. even though he doesn't like chocolate." something within their chest fluttered with excitement. azul liked their chocolates! mission success, they made their crush happy!

"isn't this around the time you show them the contract?" jade said, smiling eerily. oh no. not a contract.

azul coughed at the mention of it, "you two, always rushing things. very well, please leave me and the prefect alone." as soon as the tweels were gone, azul hesitantly pulled out a sheaf of paper, "it is...a bilateral contract concerning...certain things that are of importance of me. take your time to read over it."

they looked over the contract, and stopped short when they saw the words "relationship agreement" somewhere near the end. they couldn't help but let out a short laugh. an idea popped into their head as they took up azul's pen.

"w-wait, you're going to sign it already?" azul's glasses looked like they were about to fall off in his hurry. "y-you're not going to think about it a little more?"

they shook their head, turning the papers over and scribbling on the back of it:

will you date me? (circle your answer below)

yes or no

"i have a contract of my own to propose, azul," they slid the paper back to him, watching in delight as his face erupted into red as he read the words.

azul took up his pen, circling something before sliding it back, "i...look forward to your cooperation from now on..." his voice was soft, and they couldn't help but smile at this more unguarded side of him.

they took the paper. he had circled yes.

Floyd Leech

floyd leech is...floyd leech. when the prefect gave him a valentine's gift, they were already 80% sure that the eel would forget all about white day.

but then there's floyd, in all his 191cm glory, waiting in front of their classroom before lunch. they tried to ignore the way their heart raced seeing the wide grin on his face as he waved.

oh. so the 20% chance might actually happen.

"shrimpy ! 'm here to kidnap you for lunch~" they ignore the way everyone else gave floyd a wide berth, coming up close to the eel.

they snorted, "you're not that good of a kidnapper if you're telling me that."

"then should i pick you up and run?" floyd's grin grew mischievous. "that'd be fun, i bet mackerel and crabby are gonna start yelling."

"please don't." they could see the start of a whole series of troubles if he did. though it might've been fun. trouble and floyd leech were never far from each other.

"i'm a good eel today, so imma just squeeze your hand," he said, grabbing their hand. "let's go shrimpy ! i have a surprise for you!"

he lead them away through the twisting hallways, his pace going from slow and purposeful to rushed skipping and hopping. he twirled them around, following music that only he could hear. and they should've known that walking with floyd probably didn't entail much walking at all.

finally they arrived at a room with wide windows that they had never seen before. "sit, sit," floyd patted the window ledge. "now 's just me and you."

he pulled out a box, "heard from jade about that white day thing. shrimpy gave me some nice chocolates last time, so i got you something too~"

he opened the box, taking out some of its contents and puffing out his chest, "this is a~ll for you shrimpy!" they're all smaller in size, a box full of gifts that they couldn't quite understand.

they pointed at a tiny shrimp figurine, "what's this one?"

"oh, that's a tiny shrimp. i saw it at sam's 'n it's tiny, like you," he held on to it defensively. "that's for me though, you get this really cool and handsome eel one." there's a matching figurine of an eel next to it and they couldn't help but laugh at his attention to detail.

"and this one?" they point at what looked like a jewel. they hoped that he didn't take it from somewhere.

"hm? oh that's a stone i got in professor beakfish's class. it kinda looks like your eyes."

they hesitated before picking it up, "wouldn't it be better if you give it to azul?"

"but i don't wanna! i don't care if it's expensive, it's not for him it's for you, shrimpy!" there was a pout on his face, which was a telltale sign his mood was worsening.

they quickly reassured him, "i love it floyd. it's amazing you can make something so cool in alchemy class." his mood brightened a little after that.

after going through a few more, they realize that these were all items that reminded floyd of them. this type of gift was so very floyd and their heart warmed at his little explanations

then floyd snapped, "ah i almost forgot! i made a drink cuz i felt like it. it's called love potion. i made it especially for you~"

they stared at the flask hesitantly, the sweet smell of the drink wafting into their nose, "that's not...a real love potion right?"

he blinked at them for a moment before something in his eyes change. oh. shit. they knew trouble was coming when he leaned over, knocking down his carefully laid out gifts in favor of putting his face close to theirs.

"shrimpy always says the funniest things," floyd's signature grin was back, all teeth and curve. "why would i needa potion if you're already madly in love with me~?"

Jade Leech

it was early in the morning when they received a knock on their door. they had barely gotten their bearings together before answering, ready to berate adeujack for coming to their door so early.

instead, they were met with a chest. a very familiar chest, clad in octavinelle colors. they craned their neck to see the polite smile of one jade leech. in panic, they tried to slam the door back closed, but he had gotten a grip on it.

"my, i am hurt that you tried to close the door on me," he said, letting himself in. their breaths came faster as jade disappeared inside the house, mind racing to try and figure out why exactly their crush was in their house so early in the morning.

was it some special occasion? his birthday? or did grim get into debt again? great seven, they hoped it wasn't the latter. they didn't have hours to spare working to pay off the debt.

"are you coming, prefect?" jade's voice rang out and they scrambled towards the lounge.

"good of you to finally join me. before you ask, i have come today to give you this." it was a spherical glass bowl with an opening on the side that was filled with small plants.

"is that...one of your terrariums?" they knew about jade's hobby of scouring the mountains for rare mushrooms and bringing back plants for his terrariums. but the question was, why he was giving a terrarium to them, of all people.

"yes, well. it's yours now," jade placed it on the table. "i'll teach you how to take care of it since we have time before class starts."

"wait, i'm sorry jade but why are you gifting me something that's so precious to you...?" they didn't mean to sound ungrateful. it's just they knew how much effort he put into each and every terrarium he built. it was

jade raised a brow, "you are a lot more forgetful than i thought. though i suppose it is quite early in the morning. today is white day."

their brain buffered for a bit. white day? oh. white day. this was their crush giving them a gift in return for those chocolates they gave him on valentine's day. great seven how could they forget?

the eel chuckled, "that's quite an adorable expression you're making. well? will you sit down as i explain?" they nodded, sitting down right next to him, but not before they felt their heart flutter at his casual comment. they listened intently as he explained basic succulent care for them.

it turned out that he had picked the perfect plant for them: something that didn't need too much careful attention to keep alive. of course jade knew about the busy life they led at nrc, their hands full just trying to keep grim out of trouble. they imagined that jade was in the same situation with his twin.

toward the end of it, he patted their head, which really wasn't helping the butterflies that were stuck at their throat, "t-thank you, jade. this is...a really meaningful gift."

"don't think too much of it," jade said, before his smile finally turned sharp; a little dangerous. "if this hadn't worked i had other plans. after all, this is simply an excuse to see you more often."

Leona Kingscholar

they should've known something like this would happen. they were currently walking all the way to the hall of mirrors to get to savanaclaw, all because of a lazy lion by the name of leona kingscholar. who also happened to be their crush, which was probably in the top five worst decisions they've ever made. and no, they will not elaborate. well, maybe they will elaborate. just a little.

earlier in the afternoon, they had greeted ruggie at ramshackle's door after their classes, "delivery service~ today i'm your friendly delivery man, here to give you this letter- for a hefty price."

their eyes narrowed, "do i have to pay you?"

"nah, leona already gave me a handsome sum for this, so rest easy," the hyena handed over the letter before letting out his signature laugh. "shishishi~ best of luck, prefect."

leona? writing them a letter? was this the day that pigs flew? then again, they wouldn't be surprised if pigs did fly here. it was twisted wonderland after all.

they opened the envelope, carefully removing the letter inside to reveal his annoyingly perfect handwriting:

dear herbivore,

come over to my room. i ain't writing a whole sappy letter for white day or whatever it's called, but your gift is here.

come quick or else i'll go to sleep.

leona.

and that was where it led them, fuming slightly less than before because what was stopping him from using ruggie's delivery service to give them their gift? but at the same time they were...excited to see what leona got them. they couldn't believe that leona of all people would get them a white day gift.

they walked into his room to find the lion lying down on the couch for once, tail flicking lazily in the air. there was a brown box next to him, and his ears swiveled as they walked over to him.

he didn't budge when they picked up the box, "this is the gift right? i'll get going no-"

"wait," green eyes were on theirs, his hand grasping their arm. "open it in front of me. c'mon." they sighed before sitting down. his tail came to rest against their leg as they peeled the tape that sealed the box.

the packaging was simple, and it was obvious that leona probably did it himself. and they appreciated his effort, minimal as it was. leona wasn't one to get gifts, he seemed to show his affections in a different way.

"this is..." they were almost rendered speechless. "you were listening to me that time?" inside was a pair of leather gloves, shiny and new still in its packaging.

it was a fairly normal gift if you didn't know how much it meant to them. they vaguely remembered ranting to leona about the time grim had spilled their potions assignment all over their school uniform gloves, ruining them entirely. but they had thought he was asleep at that time.

leona scoffed, "of course i was listening, herbivore. try 'em on." they did, and they fit well, like a glove.

"these are perfect, i..." they looked at leona, who was still watching them intently, before smiling. "thank you, leona."

there was a low hum, and he entwined their hands, leather warming under his touch, "yeah. i should do this much as your boyfriend."

they swore they heard a record scratch playing in their ears. did he just...? "you're my...boyfriend-!"

"yeah?" leona sat up, frowning while still holding their hand. "you said that we were dating if i took your chocolates."

that sent a wave of heat rushing to their face at the memory, "it was sarcasm! valentine's day is supposed to be romantic but you're not...exactly...romantic so i was joking, kind of, and-"

he gave a hard tug to their arm, making them fall right into his chest, "what? ya don't want to date me, herbivore? got someone else on your mind?"

they couldn't really think when his handsome stupid face was right in front of them like that! especially not when he was still squeezing their hand tight, as if scared for their answer.

after they shook their head, a slow smirk spread on leona's face, "that's what i thought, herbivore. you're stuck with me whether you like it or not. and we both know you like it."

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