#last time we hung out together he would not let me even get an inch of space whole fucking party

[lilgynt]

going to a party and length entirely depends on this guy i was cool with but now annoys the fuck out of me

[dazed--xx]

SKZ!Reactions: It Was All a Bet II (Hyung Line)

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A/N: I put this out as like a little birthday present for myself lol but yeah, i hope you guys enjoy. a lot of you have requested this and have been waiting on the edge of your seat for this so here it is. i hope it lives up to you guys expectations.

Chan:

A series of rapid knocks slammed against your door; you roll your eyes from your position on the couch not moving a single inch to open the door. Turning up the volume on your t.v you hear your phone ring, seeing Chan’s contact name on your screen you snort to yourself. Another round of knock’s bang against your door. “Y/N, I know you’re home! Please just talk to me!” Chan pleads on the other side of the door. You shake your head to yourself, continuing to ignore him. You turn the volume up on your t.v. again drowning Chan out as you try to ignore the ache in your chest. The betrayal you felt beyond measure as you remember the way he laughed as he jeered at his friends about his win almost being guaranteed. How could he? You thought he loved you. You believed him every time he kissed you and held you close. The nights you spent wrapped in each other’s arms felt real, you couldn’t describe the pain you felt as he uttered those devastating words. It had been 4 days since you heard it, you couldn’t handle opening that door and seeing him after he took your heart and smashed it to a million pieces. You sniffle as you wipe a stray tear flowing down your cheek.

“No…Don’t cry over him…you’re not some weak heroine….” You tell yourself as the calls and knocks come to a stop. The sound of your door opening makes you jump in a panic, your eyes widen as you turn to see Chan entering your apartment. You shake your head as he slowly enters, his head hung low as he closes the door behind him. His eyes meet yours and you notice all the tension in him leave his body he reaches toward you, a desperate look on his face as he strides across the room toward you. “Babe--No.” you cut him off monotonously as you look away from him.

“Get out.” You demand.

A look of horror spreads across his features as he stares at you. A painfilled gasp is released from his throat “Y-You wont even let me explain?” His voice cracks as his eyes fill with tears. “There’s nothing to explain…. everything we had was based on a lie” You counter coldly. He shakes his head as he steps toward you, his heart cracking as you take a step back “N-No..you really misunderstood. Please…. please let me explain…l-let’s just sit, a-and talk. I promise its not what you think” You shake your head. “It doesn’t matter…. —I asked you out before the bet was made” He cuts you off desperately. “I-Im an ass for making the bet but, I never asked you out because of a bet I promise you that.” He continues nervously. Your head whips toward him, your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion as he explains “The bet was about the length of our relationship. I swear. Im not saying I was right to make the bet, but the guys kept saying that we wouldn’t last three months. My schedule is hectic and unpredictable so they kept saying that you’d feel forgotten about and that we wouldn’t even be able to make three months. So, I just made the bet and yes, I was stupid, but I love you. You know that I love you and I would never do something so terrible. I made a mistake a huge mistake, but I promise you that I love you and I won’t let my mistake ruin what we have…” He states as his right hand caresses your cheek as his left encases your waist pulling you into his lean frame, you turn your face away from his as he leans in closer to you.

“How long did you give us then?”

“What?”

“How long did you bet we’d be together?”

Chan smirks at you flirtatiously as he leans in close to your face brushing his lips over yours “I tried to say for the rest of our lives, but Minho talked me down to a year” You blush as he presses his lips against yours softly. “I’m so sorry, I was an ass, and I was so wrong but please…. don’t break up with me, okay? I felt like I couldn’t breathe when I felt like I was losing you. I love you” He pouts as he pulls you into his chest his arms wrapping around you firmly. “You’re still on thin ice…. but I love you too” You scold as out look up at him, pecking his lips softly.

Minho:

You stared out the window watching Minho pace in front of your job for the nth time while he contemplated coming inside. You watch him as he lifts his phone from his side as he begins to type out a message before deciding not to and running his hand through his hair. Your heart ached for him as you noticed the distressed look on his face, but you were much too frustrated with him to have sympathy for him. With a heavy annoyed sigh, you make your way from behind the counter and stride toward your ex. Pushing the front door open you glare at him “At this point, this could be considered stalking….” You scold. Minho’s head perks up as his movement’s halts, the moment he notices you he rushes toward you; his arms wrapping around you as he pulls you against him his legs giving way as he holds onto your waist. His body trembles as you feel your shirt growing wet as loud desperate sobs erupt through his chest as he buries his face in your shirt. “Im sorry, don’t break up with me. Im so sorry” He pleads. You try to shove him off softly.

“No! Please! Im sorry! Im so sorry please”

“Lee Minho, get ahold of yourself.”

 He shakes his head, “No. ill beg and plead and do anything I have to so that you can forgive me, and we can be together. I’ll explain, you’ll be mad for a while but—but…” He stares up at you with a pleading pitiful look “…we can figure it out. We can talk about this; we can work this out. I can fix this; I’ll do anything to fix this s-so please don’t break up with me. Please at least give me a chance to fix this…. I need one chance” You stare at him in disbelief “Why so you can finish your year?” A look of heartbreak forms on his features. “I don’t care about that…Y/N…h-how could you say that? How could you ask me that?” His voice cracks, as more tears form in his eyes as he stares down at his lap. “Y-You must think I’m this disgusting person now…. Fuck!” he cries. “Minho, this is my job. This isn’t the place for this.”

“Where else could I do this? You refused to see me this past week. You won’t answer my calls—you don’t have time for this. Where did you suddenly pull all this free time out your ass? Move on Minho. I found out about your bet to date me” You cut him off harshly. He finally brings himself to his feet, his hands encasing your shoulders. “Does that matter? Like truly?” He asks “Why does it matter? We are together, we care about each other, it doesn’t change the things we’ve been through this year. So why does it matter how we started?”

“Because its all a lie!”

“I have never lied to you!”

“Our entire relationship is a lie!”

Minho freezes as he stares at you with a painful expression “Y-You don’t believe that I care about you? Y/N…. I—you said I was tolerable, and that this year was a breeze because of it” You cut him off. He winces at the mention of his message. “I-I said the wrong thing. T-the guys would know what I meant. I didn’t mean to send you that message, and when I realized I did…. Y/N I promise you I never wanted you to find out this way. I was going to tell you, in person and beg you to understand and forgive me. But my feelings for you are real. I love you and I care about you, and this is fucking breaking me right now. so please, j-just give me another chance to show you that you mean more than anything else in this world to me.” You stand there for a moment as you contemplate, you notice your boss staring at you with a disapproving look from inside. You give a sigh, “This really isn’t the time…. I get out at 8. We can do dinner or something and talk I guess” you state. Minho’s eyes light up as he nods enthusiastically pressing his lips to your cheek. “T-thank you…You wont regret this.”

Changbin:

“Do you not know how to read or something?” You growl as Changbin stood in your private studio. Changbin stared at you with a pout on his lips. “It’s been two weeks Y/N…” You shrug “Wish it had been longer” You state as you shove past him and sit at your desk. “How much longer are you going to punish me? I already apologized. I’ve been calling, texting you. What can I do to get you to talk to me again?” He whimpers as he stares at you sadly. “I don’t want to talk to you. Its that simple, Seo Sunbae-nim.” You state professionally. A look of horror and disbelief paint Changbin’s expression “Don’t—Don’t do that… don’t put distance between us like that.” He pleads. You shake your head “If you’re not here to discuss your next project I’d suggest you leave” You state as you focus on your computer.

“I-Im not leaving. Not until we talk about this.”

“Oomph, seems like you’re going to be moving in here. How fun….”

“Why are you being like this? Why can’t we just talk about this? I already said I’m sorry—yeah, right before you begged me to pretend, I don’t know about the bet so you could win.” You cut him off with a look of disgust on your face. Changbin freezes in his place as he stares at the ground as guilt fills his stomach. “That wasn’t the reason…. I know that I said I needed the money and that it would be doing me a favor but, I was panicking, and I just said whatever came to my mind that I thought would get you to stay with me.” He confesses nervously. “Well, that’s just stupid…” You state as you continue to stare at the computer pulling up a file for a new rookie group you’ve been working with. “If that’s all, can you leave? Im going to be having a session soon.” You state monotonously. Changbin’s eyes well up with tears as he turns your chair around, dropping to his knees he stares up at you with pleading eyes. “Please, please forgive me. I was wrong to make a bet to date you. I would never do anything that terrible again, I would never betray your trust again. I’m so sorry and I really regret making the bet, but I don’t regret dating you. The only good thing to come out of something this stupid is our relationship and how you make me feel. I will do anything to make this better, I can give you time, I can give you space so you can be mad at me all you need. If you want to curse at me in the middle of the night because of the pain I’ve caused you, I’ll answer the call every time. I’ll be your friend if that’s what you want for now, but I need to know that I will have a chance one day to fix this. I can do that; I will do that. I care about you, and yes, this relationship started without me truly feeling for you the way you did for me, but it is the same now. we love each other and I know I can fix this, please give me a chance to. Please, I can be better—I will be better for you. Im so sorry” He begs, a heartbroken expression painted on his features as tears stream down his face. His voice cracked as he spoke, causing the walls you placed around the section of your heart that was filled with Changbin to come crashing down. You stare at him feeling a pitiful guilt at the pain you caused to the man you love.

“B-Binnie…” You whisper naturally. His head perks up as he stares at you hopefully. His hand caresses your cheek. “You don’t understand how sorry I am” he whispers as he leans in slowly, and hesitant. “Sorry can’t fix this…:

“No, but I can’t force you to forgive me and just say yes to staying together when I hurt you. I need you to know how terrible I feel, and I want to turn back time, so I didn’t make the stupid bet.”

“We would have never been together if you didn’t...” You state, Changbin shakes his head in denial “No, we are meant to be together. Even if you don’t forgive me now…. I’ll wait for you because there’s no one else meant for me. Even if I didn’t make that stupid bet, we would have ended up together eventually. You’re meant for me, and I’m meant for you….”

Hyunjin:

You roll your eyes, unamused as you exit your apartment and see Hyunjin standing on your porch as you make your way to your classes. He smiles at you brightly “Hey Babe” choosing to ignore him you brush past him, a monotonous look on your face as you make your way to your car. You resist the urge to look back and see his reaction. HA! Take that ‘Male Lead’ You snort to yourself mentally. Unlocking your car your eyes widen when Hyunjin pulls open the passenger door and takes a seat before you could enter the car. “The audacity…” You whisper under your breath. With a sigh, you open the back door pulling out your bag and opting to walk to the university instead. Shrugging the bag over your shoulder you begin making your way down your driveway. “Y/N, Are you serious right now?” Hyunjin groans in annoyance as he exits the car closing the passenger door behind him before he walks around the car pressing the lock button before closing the door. You continue walking as he rushes from behind you taking a hold of your forearm and halting your movements. “Fuck, don’t do this to me….” He whimpers “Talk to me, look at me, something please…” His voice cracks. You shake your head as you try to pull your arm out of his grasp. His grip grows a little tighter. “I’ll explain. We can talk about this.” He pleads.

You continue staring forward and bite your lip, so you don’t respond. “You’re killing me here…you know that?” He whimpers. “I told you, its just better for you to leave well enough alone….” You state coldly. “And I told you that I’m not giving up on you” Hyunjin counters. You shake your head “I’d rather you did. I won’t be helping you win your bet.” A pained scoff erupts from his throat “Is that why you think I’m here? That stupid fucking bet?!” He growls angrily. You nod, knowing that the bet probably wasn’t the reason, but you allowed the pettiness you felt in the pit in your stomach take over. “You don’t even know what the fucking bet was about!” He shouts angrily.

“Excuse me?”

“You. Don’t. Even. Know. What. The. Bet. Was. About.” He grits. Your eyebrows furrow as anger boils in your stomach “Do I need to? I heard enough. I know you made some bet to date me and would get 500 dollars after a year” You argue. “No. The bet was I would confess to you and prove that I was actually serious about you within a year because I had a habit of developing feelings for any girl that treated me like a fucking person instead of Hwang Hyunjin from Stray Kids. Im not some disgusting prick that would date a girl I have no interest in for fucking pocket change Y/N. it’s not like I need 500 dollars, if you didn’t know Im kinda doing well in my career.” He snaps. “I made the bet to prove to myself and the guys that I was actually serious about you. Was it stupid? Yes, but I won’t let you just sit there and say that I was fucking playing around with you when you’re the first girl I want to be serious with in a very long time.”

You stare at him in disbelief. Words not coming to you as you replay his explanation over and over in your mind. It felt like an eternity before you said anything. “That’s a stupid ass bet if I’m being honest” You state with an annoyed pout. “Oh, you thought I was smart?” Hyunjin jokes as he leans into you pulling you into a back hug as he rests his chin on your shoulder “Can you please give me another chance? I wont ruin this again. I won’t do anything that stupid again.” He pleads softly, you sigh “Please just give me sometime to think about it?” Hyunjin groans “Please? Baby, this is torture…if you weren’t going to forgive me, you wouldn’t be letting me anywhere near you right now.”

“So, you should have your answer then….” You state sarcastically.

“But I’m not sure if you forgave me if you don’t say you do….” He pouts.

You shrug as you pull yourself out of his arms and make your way to your car. “I got a test and I’ll be late, so I have to go.” Hyunjin follows behind you with a kicked puppy expression as you unlock your car once again. “Will I see you after your classes?” He questions sadly. You pull open the driver’s door taking a seat and rolling down the window as the engine roars to life. You wave Hyunjin to lean into your window, he complies with a sad pout. You press your lips to his cheek as you whisper “Depends on your schedule…” His cheeks heat up turning a bright crimson as his hand caresses the cheek you kissed. You wink at him as you reverse out of the driveway.

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[vivwritesfics]

Bloody Knuckles

boxer!max

It was a shitty apartment. The wallpaper was peeling, their was damp on the ceiling and none of the appliances worked. At least half of the windows had to be forced open, and the other half were permanently shut. Neither of them could remember the last time their shower stayed warm for more than two minutes.

Hidden away in the bedroom, he laid awake, fingers brushing up and down her arm. She was so delicate compared to him, his bandaged fingers against her skin unmarred by cuts and bruises. She could break, and he would do anything to stop that.

In her sleep, she rolled over and planted her face on his chest. He bit down on his tongue, stopping himself from screaming out in pain at the sensation. She didn't know just how mad the last fight had been, how bad he had come out.

He was the winner, of course. He always was.

His freckled, pillowy lips met the top of her head. Fuck, he loved her. He loved her more than words could describe. His heart ached. It might have been the pain, or the guilt he was harbouring.

When the sun rose (visible because the curtains left the bottom few inches of the window exposed, and they couldn't get the curtain rod down to change it), he did. He slipped out of bed and she rolled onto his side of the bed. Her face was buried against his pillow when he got changed into his workout gear and slipped out of the room.

The change in his pocket paid for his red bull and he headed to the gym.

His build wasn't expected of most boxers. He wasn't big and bulky, with bulging muscles. That was why people betting on him made so much money at first, because he was the underdog.

But he had been in the game for too long now, and people knew his tricks.

Throwing his stuff into his usually locker, number thirty three, he finished his Red Bull and began wrapping his knuckles.

"Maximus," said Daniel as he stepped out of the shower, towel around his hips. "Big night tonight, huh?" He asked and Max gave a nod. "You got the ring?"

He turned and fished the little black box from his gym bag. That was there he'd been hiding it from her, keeping it at the very bottom of his gym bag.

Max opened the box, showing Daniel the engagement ring inside. It was simple, nothing fancy. A simple band with dainty leaves engraved on it.

"She's gonna love it."

Daniel had never met the woman Max wanted to marry. But he was right, she was going to love it.

Max tapped his knuckles together, shut his locker, and headed out into the gym.

***

God, she looked lovely. Her best pair of earrings dangled from her ears and the necklace Max had gotten her for Christmas hung from her neck.

She'd had the dress longer than she'd known Max. She rarely got to wear it, usually had a bag hanging over it in the wardrobe to keep it safe.

But tonight it hugged her frame just right as she walked on Max's arm. She had no idea where they were going as Max wrapped his arm around her.

But then she saw the restaurant. A gasp left her lips. "Max, we can't afford this," she whispered. And tugged on her arm.

But Max stopped her. "Trust me, liefje, I've got this," he assured her and gave the waiter the name on his reservation.

Dinner with the man she loved. She ordered the cheapest thing possible on the menu even when Max reassured her he could cover the bill, no matter what it was.

She didn't know how Max had made enough extra cash to take her to the fanciest restaurant going. She didn't know the illegal fights he was a part of and the money it was making.

It was going smoothly. The ring was in his pocket, ready for him to get down onto one knee. The weight of it was so damn heavy, Max couldn't wait.

"Mad Max?"

His stomach dropped. That name was never meant to be said outside of the ring. He wildly looked around for the owner of the voice, breaths coming out shallow.

"Let's get out of here, liefje," he said and placed wads of cash down with the receipt.

Unaware of anything wrong, she placed her hand in in his and followed him out of the restaurant.

"Mad Max, wait!"

Max sped them up, pulling her along behind him. "Come on, man! I've put a shitload of money on you!"

Suddenly, Max had him. He pushed the man, a guy he had seen at quite a few ot his fights, against the wall. "Leave us the fuck alone!" He roared, pressing on the guys neck.

He dropped him, grabbed his girl, and sped off.

"What the hell was that?" She gasped, footsteps hurried to keep up with him.

Max shook his head. "Don't worry about it, liefje." His jaw was tight. "It's never gonna happen again."

[lxvebun]

silent confessions

synopsis: the genshin men crushing on you and the little ways they show they care.

content: Kaeya/Venti/Alhaitham/ Arataki Itto x gender neutral reader. First time writing for venti so apologies if its a lil off. Fluff. Friends to lovers. Kissing in kaeya's. wingman diluc honestly. Going a lil feral in alhaithams and ittos. Use of nickname dear and cecilia<3 They are all quite long but I hope you all enjoy it! Not completely proofread. Let me know if there are any annoying mistakes!

⁎⁺˳✧༚ Kaeya໒꒱.*

Diluc is sure of three things. One, You're hands down single-handedly keeping the icedtea business alive in Mondstadt, his arms are still hurting from the heavy crates of imported tea from Liyue he has to carry every. Single. Week. Two, you're incredibly oblivious, three, kaeya is a lovesick fool.

Even though diluc has offered to deliver some iced tea crates to your home, it seems that you prefer to drink his stash empty at the bar next to kaeya.

It's making him ill really, seeing the way his brothers eyes keep drifting to your lips and how his hands inch closer to yours, still never really touching. Diluc almost doesn't recognize him. Kaeya is not the type to get flustered easily, if anything, try to make him flustered and it will backfire! but here he is, for hours sitting at the bar head leaning on his hands staring at you like you hung the stars.

You fail to notice how, despite not touching your drink for so long, at one point even dancing around the tavern when the bard played your favorite song, the icecubes in your glass never seem to melt and the tea never gets warm. It's the least he can do, Kaeya would be showing you more grand gestures of love if you didnt make his head fog up with hearts and flowers everytime your near.

"I'm going to use the bathroom, i'll be right back! "You say as you hop of the barstool and make your way to the second floor.

"This, is getting sad you know", diluc speaks as he snatches both yours and Kaeya's glass away, dodging quick enough as Kaeya tries to get it back

"Oh i'm sorry, I didn't know my love life was such an interesting show to you. I'll make sure to tell the writers"

Stupid arrogant oblivious brother of his

He's not gentle as he grabs one of the big pints, pours your favorite iced tea in with the ice cubes and slices of lemon and two straws this time and places it down infront of kaeya.

"I'm doing you a favor icicle"

Kaeya's unable to retort a remark back because you're sitting down next to him again.

"Ooh whats this, luc?" As you stir the tea with your straw, the ice cubes gently clinking against the edges of the glass

"On the house, it's the last"-he throws you a look- bit of icetea I have for tonight. Enjoy." And with that he steps out the backdoor for a break leaving you and kaeya in an almost empty tavern

He's feeling uncharacteristically shy sharing a drink like this. He's not sure he can contain the love confession thats lingering on his lips if you're that close to eachother. You snap him out of his thoughts before he can even try.

"Come on try this with me...its...its quite romantic don't you think" you say, a little timid

Youre killing him. Hes deceased y/n.

"Yeah, didn't- didnt realise Diluc had a romantic bone in him, guess it runs in the family after all"

You're not sure where you got the courage from for what you're about to say

"Maybe, we should do more of these romantic things together."

And just like that, knowing you shared his feelings, he got a bit of his charming wit back.

"My dear y/n- he starts, leaning down closer to you, one icy hand holding yours. Are you asking me out on a date" he wants to revel in making you flustered but he's pretty sure he looks just as flustered as you do.

"Only if you want to, Kaeya"

The way he presses his lips to yours gives you the answer you needed<3

Venti, alhaitham and itto under the cut!

⁎⁺˳✧༚ Venti໒꒱.*

Archons, the summer this time around is way hotter than any summers before. It's scorching outside and if it weren't for your knight of favonius duties, duties you took over for the Cavalry Captain for his day off (>:( ), you would stay inside the cool headquarters, in your little office with the curtains closed.

You really should get going but you're delaying stepping outside. The favonius headquarters is nice and cool and and looking outside you can see the heat radiating from the stone pathways

You're a knight of favonius! A little sunshine isn't going to hurt! You try to hype yourself up as you make it to the entrance. You can do this, who knows, you might even get a tan.

Bracing yourself and pushing the heavy doors open, you're pleasantly surprised at how the wind immediately seems to pick up and twirl and flow around you in cooling circles. Yes, the sun is still beaming down in all his glory, but the breeze definitely helps. You may even get through this without breaking too much of a sweat.

As you're doing your errands and run basically all over Mondstadt, the gentle breeze surrounding you never seems to falter, even now, as you carry heavy crates of sunsettias and apples up the stairs to Good Hunter, it actually seems like the wind has started to pick up, aiding you in its own way.

Sara is more than grateful as you place the crates down in the back for her. "You're a lifesaver y/n, please, go sit down and i'll whip something up for you".

Who are you to deny a break and a free meal?

Before you sit down you take off your sword and place it down next to you so you can completely unwind. It's not until you look back up from your weapon that you see Venti, with the bright smile he always seems to carry, sitting infront of you

"Hi, my sweet cecilia"

Archons, that nickname. You're lucky you can blame the weather on the sudden warmth flowing through your body.

"You're awfully happy for such a hot day, Venti"

He doesn't provide an answer to that, why is he so happy? Because he's with you of course, he's basically been spending the whole day with you, how could he not be happy?

instead of saying that tho he says "the wind is nice, hmm?" And On cue the wind stars to pick up again, now carrying the scent of the meal Sara is cooking up for you and twirling a few flower petals that got caught in it around you You little

"Yeah it is, i'm not sure I would have been able to get through the day without a little breeze in my face" you laugh and it's the sweetest melody he's ever heard.

"I guess the anemo archon has a soft spot for me"

"I suppose he does"

You fail to catch the longing glint in his eyes and the blush covering his cheeks as Sara brings you your meal<3

Oh my dear y/n if only you knew.

⁎⁺˳✧༚ Alhaitham໒꒱.*

It's not until Kaveh points it out, after Alhaitham leaves to pick up another book from the House of Daena library shelves, that you realize it, but it seems that Alhaitham, despite looking like he wants to be anywhere but here, always seems to look out for you.

Like the time he dragged you to the desert to study runes with him, he made sure every time you two stood still for a long time, he'd raise his cape a little above your head, sheltering you from the burning sun

And that one time where he grabbed your arm and pulled you into his side when some drunkards stumbling home almost bumped into you

"Drop your pen when he gets back" kaveh says, breaking you out of your thoughts.

"Drop my-"

"Sshh, just do it" he hushes quickly and goes back to drawing as Alhaitham sits back down next to you with a new book in his hand.

You let Alhaitham read a few more pages before you "accidentally" drop your pen under the table, sliding your seat back and ducking under to retrieve it, when you look back up to avoid hitting your head on the corner of the table, Alhaithams hand is already covering it. His gaze is still as focused as ever on the book infront of him, it's almost like it happened entirely subconsciously, like it was already engraved in his perception to look out for you and that alone made the butterlies in your tummy flutter around. You don't miss the "I told you so" gaze Kaveh throws at you.

Alhaithams book manages to hide the gentle smile he failed to hold back as he guesses from the look on your face and body language that you're onto him, and if he can guess one more time, he'd say the feelings are mutual.

He doesn't say anything but he does reach under you to grab the leg of your chair and pull you closer to him, arm draped behind you over the backrest, gently drawing shapes on your shoulder as he continues to read his book

*Did ya'll see that one nick jonas clip where he pulls her chair closer? Yeah? Thats alhaitham.

⁎⁺˳✧༚ Arataki Itto໒꒱.*

The locals of Inazuma are used to the never ending thundering and lightning. Even on clear days, it seems like you can always hear it lurking in the distance, dancing over the seas. Unfortunately for you, you’re not a local and despite having been here for a while, long enough to develop strong friendships and perhaps a little crush <3 the loud claps of thunder and the lightning that cracks open the clouds still make you flinch

You were embarrassed about it, so you never voiced it out to your friends. You would just try to hide your flinches and do your best to block out the noise. You're not doing that very well unfortunately. Itto has noticed, and boy does it make his heart hurt a little every time he catches you trying to hide it. You're part of the gang! Whether you know  that or not, you're supposed to be able to tell him these things! but he understands, you seem to think that you're going to look weak in front of Arataki numero uno claymore swinging devil beatbox and beetle fighting legend Itto. He made me write this really You could never considering he gets weak in the knees everytime you make eye contact or touch his horns

So as the leader of your gang, your best friend and hopefully future boyfriend, he’s gonna help you because If there's one thing Itto is good at its being loud. It’s quite hard to hear the thunder lurking in the background when Itto's boisterous laugh as he’s "winning" a game of TCG seems to overpower everything, including the way your heart beats a little faster when he smiles at you.

You didn’t notice what he was doing until there was a summer storm forecasted. You didn't even have time to mentally prepare yourself for it before there was a harsh knocking at your door, maybe a bit to hard itto pls dont break the door

"Open up sunshine, I have some snacks :D"

He’s quick to make himself comfortable as you let him in, throwing the impressive amount of snacks and some card games on the coffee table and then taking up half the space on the couch, being careful to not knock the lamp on the sidetable down with his horns.

"Not that I mind Itto, but i didn't expect you to come over. Any reasons?"

"Yeah you're"- he cuts himself off. You never told him about your fear of thunder, would it upset you if you knew he figured it out?, archons he didnt think of an excuse what should he say, where is Kuki in times like this

"Yeah, I just thought i’d keep you some company because I AM afraid of summerstorms, yup, totally terrifying, so scary,so here i am."

Even he knows it's not believable. Especially since he has directed some...colorful words with the shogun before (not in her presence)

You are afraid”-

AND AND I thought, you know, maybe, since were all going to be locked up in our houses anyway we could have a little at home date......:D

Archons, Itto, if the storm isn't going to kill you its him. He's been aware of your fear and silently tried to help you with it? And now he has basically slipped a confession in trying to hide the fact he knows about your fear? He's such a teddybear fr

You don't fight the smile that's pulling at the corners of your mouth as you sit down next to him. Pressing a kiss to his cheek and pretending not to notice the hitch in his breath "Thank you, Itto"

Thank you for reading angels!<3

[thmles]

| Betty.

- i don't know anything but i know i miss you.

[warnings: a bit sad, a little angsty, just teenage love that i will never have, not proofread]

[a/n: i tried to do it in a sort of 2nd pov? i think it ended up pretty good? so... i might also try to write another miguel story? but i'm trying to figure out if it should be smut or angsty ]

All your life, you and Miles have been the best of friends. You were neighbors, classmates, play pals. You guys were never not together, whether it be skating or even going to his Uncle Aaron’s. When you got accepted into Visions Academy, Miles strived to get accepted just so the two of you can be together. His parents supported him in his decision thinking that it would be a great opportunity for him to learn more.

“‘I love you, dad.’” You mimicked Miles’ voice before laughing loudly. You guys were sitting in the cafeteria, surrounded by other students eating lunch. You could barely eat anything since you’ve been laughing at Miles the whole time.

“Yeah, yeah. Tease me all you want.” He groaned and slammed his head on the table. A few looks of concern came your way at the commotion. You stifle a laugh and rub Miles’ back.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Morales. It’s the first day of classes! Everything’s hectic, everything’s hard!” You told him with a smile. Miles groaned at the statement and propped his arm up and resting his head on it. He attempted to grab a fry from your plate before you smacked his hand. “Hey, I bought you your lunch. Don’t waste it.” You were quick to scold him and gave his tray a light shove. You took a sip of your Diet Coke Zero before continuing to eat your fries and bacon cheeseburger. “But your fries look way tastier!” He protested and made another move for your tray.

“Miles, I bought the exact same thing for you.”

“Well, stolen food is still better.”

You rolled your eyes. “How’s your first day? Hopefully not as eventful as mine.” Miles asked before popping more fries in his mouth.

“Well, I was late for the first class, then I went to grab some stuff from my locker but clearly underestimated how much time I need to go to the Physics Classroom which was on the other side of the building,” You sighed and grabbed fries from his tray and munched on them.

“Then I tripped going up the stairs, but some guy named Harry helped me up.” You finished and drank from your cup. Miles laughed at your story and his eyes lit up.

“Oh yeah, Uncle Aaron’s been asking about you! He told us to drop by sometime.”

You let out a laugh and shook your head. “I can’t make time this week, Miles. It’s only the first day and I have a lot of things to finish.”

He groaned and realized he had to finish things as well, especially the essay assigned by their physics teacher.

-

“Hey, Miles. Did you meet your Uncle Aaron last night? You didn’t text after you said you left your dorm.” You were quick to approach him in the hallway. “Wait, did you just grow a couple of inches? We were at about the same height yesterday? Or am I hallucinating?” You fired question after question and you failed to notice how each question agitated Miles.

“Look, I-I don’t know either, okay? Stop asking so many questions!” He stopped and yelled. The whole hallway became quiet as they gawked at the pair of you. You were stunned and hurt. “I-I was just worried, Miles. I didn’t mean to-” Before you could even finish your sentence, he bolted out the hallway and left you there. Other students stared at you before resuming whatever they were doing. You sighed and went back to class before you could overthink what was happening.

-

In the past days, it was revealed that Peter Parker was the man behind the mask of Spider-Man. Unfortunately, he passed due to the earthquake that day Miles stopped talking to you. For the past few days, you haven’t heard much from him, only knowing that he hung around a blond girl named, ‘Gwanda.’ His parents reached out to you hoping you knew what was going on with Miles since he hasn’t been talking to them either. They told you that his Uncle Aaron passed and the new Spider-Man was probably the one that killed him.

You figured you’d reach out to him by going to his dorm. You knew his roommate, Ganke, from your chemistry class and asked him where their dorm was. Later on that day, you knocked on the door, seeing a shadow moving around the room. You knocked gently and called out. With no response, you just talked. “Hey, Miles. It’s me. I-I know you’re probably busy there but I hope you can hear me. Something-Something happened to your Uncle Aaron,” You choked back a sob as tears began to form in your eyes. “I think it’d be best if your family told you about that.” You took a shaky breath.

“Miles, I don’t know anything but I know I miss you. I miss how we hang out and laugh at each other’s jokes. How we listen to each other’s music,” You heard a faint shuffle before you continued, “and how you make me the happiest person when we’re together. This is probably going to be the shittiest way I confess but I like you, Miles. I always have. You’re my best friend and I was always afraid I’d lose you if I said anything.” You leaned your head against the door.

“I know you feel pressured from your family and maybe even from me. But your family and I push you to do your best because we know you can do it. You are special, Miles. You have this spark inside of you and it is amazing. Just keep doing you and we’ll support you. We’re here for you, Miles.” A tear ran down your face and you were quick to wipe it away. You sniffed as you tried to hold back your tears. “We don’t have to talk soon. Take your time, okay? I’ll wait for you.”

-

Later on, you found yourself walking around Brooklyn to clear your head. The earthquake caused by the Fisk Tower got you shaken and felt the need to take a breather. You still haven’t heard from Miles. You looked at your phone for any new notifications and the picture of you and Miles on your middle school graduation looked back at you.

“It isn’t safe for young people to be out at night.” A voice pretending to be gruff and deep informing you. You looked up with a gasp. “Y-You’re that new Spider-Man! The one that just took down Fisk right?”

He let out a nervous laugh before continuing his deep voice. “T-That’s me!” You raised an eyebrow and observed his figure. You circled around him as he stood still. “Look, you have to get home before you-”

“Miles?” The lens of his mask grew wide.

“W-What?”

“You remind me of my friend, Miles. He does this stupid deep voice thing when he makes fun of some older guys that annoy us.”

“O-Oh…”

“Unless…” You put a hand on your chin as you began to think.

“How about I just get you home before something bad happens to you?”

-

The new Spider-Man swung you back at the Visions Academy. To say the experience was terrifying was an understatement. You were clinging to him like a baby koala. He made sure to gently land on the rooftop of the building and set you down just as gentle. He stood on the ledge, ready to leave and bid you a farewell, you cut him off.

“I know it’s you, Miles. I can smell your ‘unique’ cologne that I gifted you last Christmas.” You told him. You slowly approached him until you were on the ledge. You leaned against it as he sat down.

“Is that why you were avoiding us?” You asked him softly and looked at him. He took his mask off and looked down at the busy street below.

“Yeah. I was…trying to figure things out. I didn’t know who to talk to…” You let out a sigh and looked out at the city. The bright lights lit the city up like stars in the night sky. The wind was cold and you shivered through your thin sweater.

“I-I heard everything from earlier…about how you miss me and that you’ll support me and all of that..” You were thankful that it was dark as your face heated up. “And how you like me.” Miles finished and looked at you. “I-I meant what I said, Miles. It’s up to you but I understand if you don’t want to talk or be friends anymore after that-” You rambled nervously. Miles chuckled and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “Don’t worry. I like you too.” Your face flushed red again as you hid your face in your hands. Miles laughed and gently tugged your hands out of your face. He got down the ledge and stood beside you, leaning against the ledge.

“How about a movie date at my place?” He suggested.

“How about we go to the Arts Museum then we watch a movie? Like Back to the Future?”

“Only if you buy pizza.”

“As long as you buy some ice cream.”

“Deal.”

[lady-charinette]

"Do you think....we are good parents to her?" Rei's question got whispered into the bedroom, only the silver light of the moon peeking into their room.

Kazuki flexed his hands, turning his head to make out Rei's oddly serene features in the darkness. It's been a while since they left their life of killing, it took even longer than that for Rei and Kazuki both to lean into the normal, civilian way of life with honest work and daring to dream of safety.

But with Miri, all their struggles seemed to reduce in size.

Kazuki smiled wrily. "Are you getting sentimental on me, old man?"

Rei nudged him with his good elbow. "We're only in our 40s."

Kazuki laughed, quietly enough to not rouse Miri from her room. "Yeah..." with a deep sigh, he slowly turned to fully face Rei. "Honestly...sometimes I don't really know. Miri's older now, we get into fights with her every now and then. Remember the first time she talked back to us?"

Rei suppressed a chuckle but the corners of his lips twisted into the beginnings of a smile. "You had a mental breakdown the whole day and hallucinated "rebellious teenage Miri"."

Kazuki turned serious for a second. "Rebellious teenage Miri CAN hurt me."

Rei shook his head. "Hm...I think..." with some effort, Rei turned on his side, now face to face with Kazuki. "I don't know either."

Kazuki sighed, a fond smile gracing his lips. His hand twitched on its position between their bodies. "I think we're doing our best, just like everyone else. Tomo-chan told me the other night how she wants to strangle her husband sometimes because he doesn't do as much housework as he used to."

Rei chuckled with a knowing smile. "Did you offer to dispose of her husband again in your drunken state?"

Kazuki scratched the back of his neck. "...I might have. Hey, nothing that is said while drunk counts. The moms still think I'm joking."

Rei sighed. "Who knows what they would do if they found out you aren't joking."

Kazuki hummed thoughtfully. "...I actually think they might be down if they found out we used to be actual hitmen."

Rei ignored the last remark, his voice turning softer again. More vulnerable. "I wonder if I made it hard for you and Miri..."

The unspoken words hung heavy in the air, Kazuki staring at the cloud of guilt hanging over Rei's head. "You sacrificed so much for Miri, for us. We pulled through everything we set our mind to so far, so..." in a bold move, Kazuki scooted closer to Rei on the bed and gently rested a hand on the back of Rei's head, leaning in close to bonk their foreheads together. "Be more confident, eh?"

Rei couldn't clearly see in the darkness, but he knew Kazuki was grinning his trademark grin.

In a leap of courage, Rei inched closer and rested his hand on Kazuki's cheek. "Only if you do the same, you hypocrite."

Kazuki froze. "Huh?"

Rei smirked. "You don't think the mom group sends me updates about your drunken adventures? I've seen you cry as a drunk depressed ball more often than sober."

Feeling heat burning his cheeks, Kazuki tried to back away. "Ah- wait, about that- ugh I knew I shouldn't have trusted Mari to keep a secret!"

Rei snickered, rubbing his thumb across Kazuki's cheek, which caught his attention. "We're in this together, partner. So...lean on me too."

Kazuki blinked rapidly, touched at Rei's sincerity. They've come a long way since their starting days, but it still surprised Kazuki to see the softer side of Rei.

Still, a good hitman knew to never miss an opening shot.

Now fully pressed against Rei's body, Kazuki wrapped his arms around him and rubbed his nose against Rei's affectionately. "If you insist, partner."

Kazuki was positive Rei was blushing up a storm with how hot his skin felt on his. "I-I didn't mean it like that..."

Even when he said this, Rei wrapped his arm around Kazuki and never let him go till morning.

Thanks for reading!

[george-weasleys-girl]

Chapter 24 - North Star

Warnings: a couple curse words

Summary: With summer vacation coming to a close and Y/N's impending departure looming, she and George create a binding spell

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~•~

Hogwarts, Autumn 1995

George trudged outside, flexing his stiff hands, causing the wounds on his knuckles to bleed again. Grinding his teeth, he ignored the pain and turned toward the Black Lake, ruminating over the day's events. Anyone with two brain cells to rub together knew Malfoy got what he deserved. It'd been a long time coming, and today, he crossed a line. But, of course, Professor Umbridge didn't see it that way, and now George, Harry, and Fred were banned from Quidditch for life.

"Fucking pink toad," George muttered to himself.

The wind picked up, bringing with it the scent of rain. George heaved a sigh. He wouldn’t be out here braving the impending rainstorm if it weren't for Angelina. When he left, she and Fred were on the verge of breaking up. She was livid that they'd gotten banned and had no problem letting everyone, especially Fred, Harry, and himself know just how she felt.

So, he left. The last thing he needed was to be told repeatedly how stupid he was.

George plopped down on his and Y/N's favorite spot by the lake, all his energy draining away, leaving him empty and withdrawn. He missed Y/N terribly, especially in moments like this, when the world lay heavy on his shoulders. Her steadfast reassurance was what he needed most right now. She would know exactly what to say to calm his frayed nerves.

George reached for the next best thing and pulled out the silver locket that hung around his neck. He traced the engraved star with his thumb while a gentle warmth spread through him, dulling his heartache. For a brief moment, the faint scent of sandalwood and roses flooded his senses.

Bringing the talisman to his lips, he gave it a single kiss before tucking it back under his shirt and laying down in the grass to watch the storm clouds roll in.

~•~

Muggle London, Late July 1995

George and Y/N made their way through the bustling crowds. He'd convinced Fred to let him use a small amount of the winnings Harry gave them to buy Y/N a little something before she left.

"I can't believe Molly was ok with this," Y/N said, dodging a gaggle of muggle teenagers taking up half the sidewalk.

"She doesn't know."

"What?" Y/N stopped dead in her tracks, causing the man behind her to curse when he almost slammed into her.

"Sorry, so sorry," she apologized. The man muttered under his breath and hurried past her.

"C'mon, love." George said, taking Y/N's hand. "We're nearly there."

"Where is there?" she asked. Her boyfriend had been very secretive about the whole trip. And now, upon finding out that Mrs. Weasley had no idea what was going on, she began to worry. With Death Eaters lurking in the shadows, their little excursion wasn't entirely safe. "Please tell me Fred knows, at least?" She asked, hoping someone knew where they were going in case something happened.

"Of course he does, and so does Ginny. Sirius, too. He kept mum distracted so we could get out the door."

"Oh good," she said just before another thought occurred to her. "Wait, how are we supposed to get back in? Do we have a set time? You know she watches that door like a hawk."

George shrugged. "We'll already be done and back. What can she do? Yell at us?"

Y/N glared at him. Molly was already furious. Three days ago, she found out they were sleeping together and damn near blew the roof off the place. Even Kreacher ducked for cover. Then, George refusing to budge an inch on the matter, infuriated her even more. Discovering they'd snuck out would only make matters worse.

Y/N sighed. "George Weasley, you're going to be the death of me."

~•~

Ilvermorny - Autumn 1995

It had been a long day. Master Bellflower had kept her and the other two hemalurgy apprentices late, leaving her little time to shower and change before rushing to dinner, followed by the planning meeting for the senior prank.

It, too, ran late. Very late.

Y/N lay in bed, exhausted, but wide awake. She wasn't used to having the bed to herself anymore, having gotten used to sleeping next to George every night, even if he did hog the bed sometimes. When they weren't cuddling, her boyfriend seemed to liquify and spread out to fill up all available space. The memory brought a rueful smile to her face. Rolling onto her back, she pulled the locket from underneath her night shirt. It felt a little warmer than usual, but considering that she was under a mountain of blankets, she thought nothing of it. His comforting scent of gunpowder and caramel encompassed her. Closing her eyes, she pretended he was there beside her, and soon, she was fast asleep.

The sun was cresting the horizon when Y/N awoke with a start, feeling as though something was wrong. It took her a moment to realize her locket was no longer simply warm but burning hot. It'd never done that before. Throwing her blankets off, she tossed on her robe and slippers. Glancing at the clock, she had an hour before she needed to get ready for the day. Perfect. Just enough time to pen a letter to George and send it on its way.

~•~

12 Grimmauld Place, one week before Y/N's departure

George and Y/N sat on the bed facing each other. Between them lay a knife, a piece of parchment upon which was a spell they had written together, and on either side two silver lockets. The lockets were not the gifts he'd had in mind when he took her shopping, but the moment he saw them, he knew that's what they'd come for.

His mind drifted back to the night over spring break when he and Y/N lay outside at the Burrow, watching the stars.

"That's Venus," Y/N had pointed out. "The evening star. She shines first. She shines brightest. And she shines longest. Perhaps that's why she was named after the Goddess of Love. A hope that her light would shine down and bless all the loves of this world for all time."

George smiled and squeezed her hand.

"And that one is Polaris," she pointed out another sparkling point in the sky. "Also, known as the North Star. It moves in a very small circle around the North Pole, while all the other stars rotate around it. Because it appears stationary, muggle seafarers used to use it to find true North. So, if you're ever lost, look for Polaris. It will guide you home."

He was about to tell Y/N that she was his North Star, but then Harry joined them, and he completely forgot about it until he saw the matching lockets.

"Hey you." Y/N's soft touch and gentle voice brought him back to the present. "Ready?"

George nodded. As one, they rose, lighting the candles sunwise around the room before returning to the bed. Sitting side by side, both holding the parchment, they spoke in unison.

You are my North Star.

My compass points to you, guiding me home.

Together, we will build a bridge to one another,

in a place between Awake and Dreaming,

between Matter and Spirit,

between what was, what is, and what is to come.

Then, taking the knife, they cut a small lock from one another's hair and placed them inside each other's locket.

Holding the lockets in the palm of their hands, Y/N spoke first. "I am Y/N L/N, and this is now my link to George Weasley."

George followed, enunciating the words with great care. The moment he spoke the final syllable, something shifted. It wasn't showy like most magic. No flashing lights or loud bangs. It was an inner shift. Subtle and quiet. And yet they could feel the delicate string now connecting them to one another.

He leaned forward to kiss her when the door swung open, causing them both to jump. They'd forgotten to lock the door.

Molly tossed two letters at them before rolling her eyes at all the lit candles and slamming the door shut.

George and Y/N looked down at the letters. In their hands were two identical warnings against underage magic from the Ministery.

They looked at each other and giggled.

"Oops."

~•~

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[sanfangirl-cynicalromantic]

How You Get The Girl

In (late) honor of Taylor Swfit's version of 1989, I felt compelled to write a short fic inspired by one of my favorite songs from that album (all the songs are favorites).

Read on AO3 here

It had been two weeks, but whatever crap people spouted about being able to move on was a complete lie. He hid in his room - or more accurately, he hid in his awful generous cousin’s guest room, since his own apartment held too many reminders and before he had met Minden he had spent most of his time here anyway.

He stumbled downstairs, intending to steal the last carton of ice cream (again). He was pretty sure the only reason Astrid hadn’t come up to kick him out and kill him for continuously finishing off her ice cream was her fiancé keeping her at bay.

The rest of the gang were gathered in Hiccup’s living room talking quietly, which was unusual in itself, and everyone abruptly stopped talking as soon as he entered the room to get to the kitchen.

“Snotlout,” Hiccup greeted him with forced ease. “There you are. It’s, uh, it’s good to see you, um, out and about.”

“We were just talking about you,” admitted Fishlegs. Ruffnut threw an elbow into his substantial gut and he squeaked. “What?!”

“Actually, this is the perfect opportunity to talk. Why don’t you sit down?” Astrid suggested firmly. Her voice was honestly gentler than Snotlout would’ve expected, but there was still the threat of painful things to come if he didn’t obey.

“What’s up, Snotlout?” Heather asked. She was lounging on the couch with her boyfriend, Eret. “You’ve got us worried, honestly. We’ve never seen you down like this.”

Snotlout relented and collapsed into the last remaining armchair, hoping his dried tear tracks weren’t too obvious.

“I messed everything up,” he uttered despondently.

“I’m sure you did,” Ruffnut agreed. Then she frowned. “Wait, are we comforting you or saying it how it is?”

“What happened?” Hiccup addressed his cousin, ignoring Ruffnut. “I caught the part where you and Minden broke up, but I mean, why? You seemed really happy together, and no girl has ever stuck around this long. I thought you guys were kinda . . . it.” Snotlout stared stonily at the inch of space dangling between the floor and his heel. Damn Hiccup and Astrid and their long legs.

“You said you messed up,” Astrid remembered. “How’d you do that?”

“I guess it was kinda inevitable,” Snotlout spat bitterly. He spotted Hiccup’s thumb brushing absently over Astrid’s hands. The display of affection shot a pang straight through Snotlout, even though he hadn’t had physical closeness like that with Minden.

“I - I got scared,” he admitted. “I realized what she meant to me and - I wasn’t expecting it and then I freaked out because I’m, well, me,” - Ruff nodded solemnly in agreement - “and she’s, her so I pulled away and then I messed something she’d been working towards by forgetting about it and then she missed it and then when I called to apologize, she just yelled at me and hung up the phone. And then she blocked me. And when I went to her house to see her I found the door locked with my stuff in a box.” Normally, Snotlout was never this candid, but he was in a bad state, and it was strangely cathartic to spill all his woes onto others to share, even if they might judge him.

“Well, that sounds pretty final, mate,” Eret grimaced.

“Shut your mouth, Eret,” Snotlout groaned and let his head fall back against the chair.

“Shame,” Tuffnut interjected. “I totally thought she was the one a month ago.”

“She was the one,” Snotlout burst. “God, she’s - she is the one, guys. And I’ve lost her.”

“If she is the one, you should get her back. Are you gonna fight for her?” Astrid demanded.

“How would I do that?” Snotlout pouted.

“Grovel,” Hiccup offered. “Groveling does . . . it does wonders.” Astrid sniggered and leaned over to kiss his cheek.

“What does she like?” queried Fishlegs reasonably. “For example: Astrid is straightforward, so she appreciates getting straight to the point and groveling, as Hiccup put it.” Astrid crossed her arms and smirked in confirmation. “Heather likes big speeches followed by promises and presents.”

“Am I that easy!” Heather exclaimed, sitting up from under Eret’s arms slung around her shoulders. “Am I that easy?” she asked her boyfriend.

Eret grinned and pecked her temple. “Yes about all those things, but the speeches and presents are neither easy nor cheap.” Heather rolled her eyes.

“Guess you shouldn’t fight with me,” she said demurely.

“I like people to indenture themselves to me and do my bidding for a set amount of time after they apologize and grovel,” Ruffnut stated. Snotlout shuddered. Fishlegs also looked uneasy at that announcement. Snotlout had no idea how close those two were, but he wondered if it were too late for Fishlegs to back out.

“So what would she want?” Fishlegs stressed.

Snotlout cast his mind back through those four months. Blurs of fumbles and giggles. Shy smiles and mistakes. Doing each other’s nails and Mindy’s cooking. Snotlout showing her his embroidery. Her love of pink and silver and honey. Her showing him her extensive album collection.

“She likes that singer!” he remembered. “Taylor Swift. And she never sweetens her coffee with sugar, only honey, and she does yoga and shows me how to do her hair . . .”

“Oh man, you’ve got it bad, br;o,” Tuffnut chortled. “A girl that hot with taste? Pff, no way you deserve her, Snotman.” Ruffnut flicked her brother’s ear, hard. “Oww, what did I do?” he whined.

“I don’t deserve her,” repeated Snotlout despondently. Oh God, he knew that, but hearing it out loud was making everything worse and more real.

“That only means you have to fight twice as hard for her,” said Hiccup encouragingly. “It doesn’t mean you can’t try, especially if she’s the one.” Astrid smiled softly at her fiancé and nodded at his cousin.

“You’ll want to do a big gesture, like out of a movie,” Fishlegs counseled.

“She’s a Swiftie, right?” Heather checked, “Well, that’s just my department. There should be a song.”

“Excuse you,” cried Tuffnut, “but I am a Swiftie too.”

“But Heather knows this particular Swiftie in question best, other than Snotlout,” Astrid cut in.

“Yeah, I go to advanced yoga with her and her roommates,” Heather reminded them.

“Honestly, ‘Swiftie’ wise, Dagur would be the best option. He��s the most devoted to the whole - thing - than anyone,” Hiccup contemplated. Heather looked up from her phone and gasped in outrage.

“Astrid, smack him for me!” Her friend laughingly complied.

“Hey!”

“We’re all appreciators of Taylor Swift here,” Eret soothed.

“Okay, so I’m looking for a perfect song, but we need more of a plan,” Heather directed them back on track.

“Tuffnut has a boom box,” Ruffnut volunteered.

“Maybe write a speech?” Fishlegs suggested.

“Oh my God,” said Eret, looking over Heather's shoulder at her phone.

“Oh yes,” Heather replied triumphantly.

“What?” Astrid craned her head over the armrests between them.

“I found it guys,” Heather announced. Everyone quieted and she pressed play.

Snotlout’s eyes widened. “Oh no.”

---

"I can't believe you guys are serious," Snotlout grumbled. "We don't need to go this hard."

“You absolutely do,” Hiccup assured him, biting back a laugh. “She’s worth it, remember?”

“There’s no guarantee this will work,” Snotlout pleaded.

Hiccup’s face grew sober. “No, there isn’t. But you are gonna do your best and put your heart out on the line because not doing that is what caused you to lose her in the first place. And if after this, she can’t see your sincerity, then she’s not the one for you, okay? You got this, cuz.” He clapped Snotlout’s shoulder cheerily.

“Everyone in position?” Astrid called softly. It was two o’clock and sunny on a Saturday morning and the gang was gathered on the lawn of the big, nice, expensive house Snotlout’s ex Minden shared with her two roommates. Heather checked her phone.

“Okay, they know we’re here. Ruff, Nadia will meet you by the window over there.” She pointed at the window. “Fishlegs, get the hose ready to throw. Eret! You’re on the left!”

“I am on the left!”

“Snotlout’s lefts. And practice the moves in sync.”

“What were we doing all day yesterday?” Snotlout asked sarcastically under his breath.

“Trying to keep up with me,” Tuffnut answered primly. “Now, don’t be afraid to move your hips and keep your body loose.” Snotlout pinched the bridge of his nose.

Astrid checked the old boom box. “Bluetooth is connected,” she reported. “Is the song in the right position?”

Heather switched apps to check. “Yep,” Heather verified.

“Camera’s all set up,” Hiccup added. “We are never letting him forget this.”

“Make sure you record it well; Atali wants a copy of the footage as payment for helping us.”

Ruffnut popped her head out of the first story window and waved her arms. “You wouldn’t believe it, but they’re already playing some Taylor Swift songs,” she called down. Fishlegs chucked the hose up to her. An indistinguishable pulse of sound drifted out the window.

“Quiet!” Heather hissed. “We really don’t want them hearing us before we’re ready.”

“Jeez, fine.” Ruffnut rolled her eyes exaggeratedly. “Fishlegs, this hose isn’t on; turn the nozzle.” Heather yelped and jumped out of the way as a jet of water squirted at her.

“Ruff!” she screeched. “The setting is shower and you’re supposed to be pointing it at Snotlout, not me.”

“Sorry!” the female twin called down.

“We really don’t need the hose,” Snotlout interjected.

“We should probably use the hose. The first lyrics are ‘stand there like a ghost, shaking from the rain,” Fishlegs spouted.

“It’s a nice touch,” Astrid agreed, hiding a smile.

“Besides,” Eret nudged him, “Your shirt’ll be soaked and you can flex your muscles at her.”

“Just don’t go flexing your muscles,” Snotlout grumbled.

“I have a girlfriend,” Eret reassured him.

“Yeah, but my - I mean, Mindy - she’s hot.”

“So is Heather, but don’t worry, I won’t go flexing any muscles.”

Ruffnut directed the hose and cold water splashed onto Snotlout, Eret, and Tuffnut. Hiccup sniggered and pressed the record button.

“Ring the doorbell!” Heather instructed him urgently, fingers typing furiously. Snotlout did.

He stood there, soaking the cold water droplets while the hot sun beat down on his back, trying not to panic and reviewing the dance steps in his head to calm himself down.

After what seemed like forever, the door finally opened, revealing Minden’s beautiful dark face. She blinked a few times, like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Snotlout sopping wet and fully clothed in the middle of the day on her doorstep was probably the last thing she was expecting.

He took her in greedily, from her glossy unbrushed brown hair and her olive skin and the tired crust in her light eyes. He was pretty sure he wasn’t imagining the old tear tracks down her face. She was wearing no makeup and a ratty old T-shirt with a smear of strawberry ice cream down one side. There was no way he deserved an angel like her.

“Snotlout?” Girls thought Eret’s British accent was hot? Minden’s Aussie accent was the hottest thing he’d ever heard. “What are you doing here?” she asked, perplexed. “I-”

“It’s been a long six months,” Snotlout recited carefully. This was such a bad idea; she’d just think him more of a fool.

“Are you insane?” she asked, concerned. “It’s only been-”

“Minden, I was - I was too afraid to tell you . . . to tell you what I want.” He spat hose water out of his mouth so he could keep talking. He knew the hose was a bad idea. “But I’m telling you now . . .” continued Snotlout heavily. Astrid turned up the boombox’s volume and picked it up. Minden jumped, startled, taking in everybody as if for the first time.

“I want you for worse or for better . . .”

“I would wait forever and ever,” Snotlout sang along earnestly, Tuffnut and Eret dancing with him.

“Broke your heart I’ll put it back together,” he made a heart with his hands and shimmied alongside Tuffnut, trying not to cringe. It was easier than he thought though, being silly, if he just focused on Minden’s baffled face.

“I would wait forever and ever . . .”

Wait, wasn’t she supposed to be jumping into his arms by now?

“And that’s how it works, that’s how you get the girl,” sang Taylor Swift on the speakers, but it wasn’t working. Not for him, because he was Snotlout, the one guy who always messed up.

He tried to shut down the lump in his throat at the thought. He wouldn’t cry - his dad had drilled that lesson into him thoroughly enough. Leave the girly crying to his wimpy cousin Hiccup instead.

Now would be his cue to start laughing uproariously and yell ‘kidding’ and an I-can’t-believe-you-fell–for-that like he always did. Tuffnut kept dancing even as the choreography ran out and Eret cast a concerned glance at him as he struggled to stay in sync with Tuffnut. Snotlout didn’t keep dancing.

“Look, Mindy,” Snotlout bowed his head. “I understand if you have no interest in seeing me, and, you know, I wouldn’t blame you. I know I messed up.” He chanced a glance at her but she was looking at him steadily with a blank expression on her smooth face.

“I’ve never had anything like this,” Snotlout admitted. “I’ve never had a girl who saw enough in me to stick around - or even truly give me a chance. And then you came along and at first I thought ‘the joke’s on you because I’m not that guy,’ and then I realized that maybe I kinda wanted to be him.” He resisted the urge to shiver as the hose water ran down his back.

“I’ve been an idiot - you can ask anyone. And I’ve been a muttonhead too. But I miss what we had, Minden. I miss painting your nails and gluing sequins with you on picture frames. I miss our spa nights and face masks and rom com marathons and I would do whatever it takes to get that back.”

Minden’s mouth parted as if she was going to speak but nothing came out so Snotlout continued in a panic.

“I would do whatever it took,” he swore. “Even if it means standing here soaking wet trying to pull a Lloyd Dobler or waiting for as long as you need me to. I’d do it. Whatever you want. Even if . . . even if you just wanted to never see me again, I’d do that too.” He gulped, suddenly certain she would choose the last option.

“I . . . I think, no I know, I just, I’m pretty sure I love you, okay?! There, I said it! And I was so freaked out I withdrew and hurt you, and I’m sorry.” He shrugged and looked at Minden impleadingly.

“I’m also, um, running out of things to say, so if you just give me an answer that’d be-” he was cut off by Minden throwing herself into his arms, hugging him tightly and nearly toppling Snotlout over.

“You love me?” she asked thickly. Snotlout swallowed and looked around in a panic in an attempt to not meet her eyes, but since she was taller than him he had nowhere to look.

“I . . . yeah,” he sighed. “And I . . . I don’t really . . . um,” his hands rested hesitantly on her waist.

“I love you too, Snotlout,” she half-laughed, half-sniffed. “I really, really do.”

---

“Awww,” squeaked Fishlegs adoringly. “I just love true love!”

“It was about time,” Atali announced from the doorway. She walked over to Hiccup. “Did you get that all on camera?”

“Oh yeah,” Hiccup said, grinning. “It was surprisingly sentimental, a truly phenomenal thing to get on camera when it comes to Snotlout.”

“I also got a good angle of his face when he was apologizing,” the redhead grinned. “Want me to send it to you?”

“Oh yeah,” Hiccup said eagerly.

“Thanks again for agreeing to help us,” Heather said as she came over, pocketing her phone. Atali waved a lazy hand.

“Honestly, it was about time,” she admitted. “If I had to listen to “All Too Well” for another minute I would have gone mad.”

“Or any other Taylor Swift break up song,” Nadia, Atali’s girlfriend, chimed in.

“Guess it was more serious on both their parts than we thought,” Astrid said thoughtfully, setting the boombox down carefully. “I’m happy for them.”

“Ruffnut!” Eret called. “You can turn off the hose now!” The female twin cackled and turned the hose on Fishlegs, who yelped shrilly and tried to run away.

“Help! No - Stop!” he cried, perturbed. Ruffnut just continued to laugh. Heather’s eyes widened as she quickly realized what was about to happen.

“Look out!” she called a second too late as Fishlegs barged into Hiccup and Ruffnut’s hose, which had been following him, sprayed onto everyone. The girls shouted while Hiccup groaned pitifully from underneath Fishlegs. Eret walked over and wrung his hair out onto Heather’s face.

“Eret!” Heather shrieked, outraged. Her boyfriend just laughed. Atali took off towards the house to try to wrestle the hose from Ruffnut while Fishlegs scrambled up and tried to hide behind Tuffnut, who was bent over with laughter. Hiccup wheezed on the ground, not bothering to try to move. Astrid chuckled and helped him up.

“Thanks, milady,” he said gratefully before shaking his head like a dog, spraying water droplets all over her.

“Hey - Argh!” she cried, swatting him away and backing over to Heather.

“What do you say we even this game out?” she murmured. “We brought water guns.” Heather looked askance at her.

“You brought water guns?” she asked. “Why?”

“Have you ever known me to not bring a weapon for every occasion?” Astrid pointed out.

“That’s fair,” Heather acquiesced.

“C’mon,” Astrid grabbed her friend's hand. “We have to get there before Hiccup does!” Heather turned to look at the reunited couple, who was retreating into the house, a dopey smile with just a hint of anxiety on Snotlout's face, and a determined look on Minden's.

"Can you believe this actually worked?" Heather nudged the blonde. She turned to follow her friend's gaze.

"Honestly?” she shrugged, “I'm a little surprised, but I guess it's about time Snotlout finally got a girl."

[marinerainbow]

AH YES, Greasy ask time.

Alright, so since our talk yesterday (Or the day after if you're seeing this in the morning!!) about Shiny, mentioning Poppy as well AND Lottie... I've got this funny scenario in my head XD

Imagine versions of all these women from alternative universes in which they are each with 'their own' Greasy (Who have been left behind) somehow ending up all together in the universe where Greasy hurt Poppy!!

Grease thinks he's gonna get triple teamed, or that they're gonna fight over him 😂😂 welll...

... he is going to be very disappointed XD Like:

Greasy: 👀 Hola, mi hermo-

Shiny: Oh no don't you even look at me. Remember I still got those sheers, and they haven't been sharpened in a long time.

Greasy: -eugh, oh no... uh, well you? Little Charlotte? Will you be nicer to m-

Lottie, rifling through her bag: Uhh, I think I still have one of those cyanide pills from service in here...

Shiny: Hey, don't do-

Lottie: Oh no!, its not for me. For him.

Shiny: Ah. Fair enough. Y'know, I have a drink we can put it in?

Lottie: Great!-

Greasy: *Jumps back* You are your fathers daughter!! Fine! Poppy, surely, it will be you, then?...

Poppy: Um no?? I dont think so?? Don't touch me??-

Greasy: *reaches over anyway as Poppy inches away*

Psycho: *CHOMP*

(I'm so sorry if I got Shiny or Poppy wrong!!)

Ohhh my lord. Greasy, you done did it now XDD

First off, you got Poppy and Shiny absolutely right!!! I'm honestly so excited that you wrote Shiny and Lottie interacting in this! Even if it's only exchanging a few words. If she knew Lottie, Shiny would absolutely take on the role of cool but crazy aunt who helps prepare her for boy troubles.

(Did he really think he was gonna get triple action?? That he was gonna get hurt!Poppy again???? The audacity of this bitch-)

(Also, if this version of Greasy hit on Lottie, Shiny's ditching the sheers and grabbing a spoon for that operation. She couldn't save her best friend in time, but she for damn sure ain't gonna let Lottie get taken advantage of)

Meanwhile Poppy is looking at them like "You.. How... You guys could kill him!" "... Uh, yeah! That's the idea, honey!" "But-" "He hurt you! You should have the most incentive to get back at him!"

Also, I absolutely love the fact that Psycho popped up out of nowhere XD either he followed them, probably to make sure Pops is ok, or he got to be the exception to girls night because Poppy doesn't have any weapons with her if some guy harasses her. Psycho is her defense! Next to Shiny XD

Though imagine that conversation playing out XD

Lottie: Uh... Poppy? Watcha got there?

Poppy, holding Psycho's hand so he doesn't wander off: Psycho. He wanted to know if he could come with us?

Lottie and Shiny: *share a look, knowing that Poppy more than likely doesn't even have pepper spray on her in case things go south* ...

Shiny: Eh. Fine by me. But he better keep his paws away from my nachos. He still owes me a burger from the last time we hung out!

(She was originally going to be Smartass' sister, yet Shiny and Psycho have developed more sibling energy than I was prepared for XD)

Oooh imagine the Greasy Shiny is with being there though?? Like, in that timeline, he and Poppy didn't 'date' before. They're friends! How do you think he'd respond to the fact that another version of himself hurt her? Would he be in Shiny's corner or would he hesitate because that is, technically, still him?

This was fun to read in the morning! Thank you for sending it in! ^^

[remisummerglow]

Adventures of a Tiny-Loving Giantess - Prologue

Drastic measures had been introduced to deal with global warming after the discovery of size manipulation technologies. Most of the world population had been shrunk: either to 1/20 of their size or to the micro 1/400 size, while a minority retained their original size. Big and small people lived together in a mixed society as a result of these policies. They interacted at work, at universities, and even in informal contexts. They weren’t extremely common, but mixed-size romantic interactions sometimes developed as well. Smaller people appreciated the beauty and size of their much bigger peers, often to the point of adoration; while some larger people loved spending time among tinies. Some of them did it for attention. Some were chasing wealthy and famous tinies, attempting to improve their status while remaining the dominant one in the relationship. Finally, some did it just because they were attracted to smaller people. Sarah was one of this last set of people, and her preference was so strong that her friends jokingly called her a “giant slut”.

That day Sarah had decided to visit the pool. She had dragged her friend Bianca to the tiny area, where people not taller than their ankles hung out. While Sarah felt right in her element, Bianca was more uneasy. Feeling out of proportion and clumsy in the cramped space, she pleaded to her friend to go back to the normal section of the pool. “I feel like everyone is staring at us here.”

“Yeah, isn’t that amazing?” Sarah beamed. Her friend wasn’t wrong. The sight of a couple of giant bikini-clad girls had caught the attention of dozens of three-inches-something tall people. Their shapely bodies would have attracted plenty of indiscreet looks in a normal location, let alone in there, where they stood out like a skyscraper in the middle of a rural village. It didn’t help that Sarah’s feet were occupying, by themselves, almost half of the pool… the water only came up to her ankles, but it helped keep the girl fresh on the hot mid-summer day.

As a result of their undeniable presence, a couple of enchanted tiny guys had walked to them. “Hey girls,” one of them introduced himself. “Nice day, huh?”

“Hi,” beamed Sarah. “Yeah, I just love this weather!” she cooed, coquettishly moving her hand through her long brown hair and smiling at the tiny guys.

“So what brings a big girl like you to this side of the pool?” the guy asked.

“Oh, not much, you know? Being around people our size all the time can be annoying,” she explained. “They can be so full of themselves. It’s just refreshing to hang out with tinies, explore other cultures. Why, do you mind?”

“No, not at all!” he said. “Actually, I just wanted to say that you’re very attractive.”

“Aw thanks, you are such a sweet guy,” she chirped. In that moment, Sarah felt something poke her thigh.

“Excuse me,” a small woman complained. She seemed visibly upset. “Your feet are taking up all of the pool. We would like to swim too.”

“Well,” Sarah said, “you are free to swim in that part of the pool,” gesturing to indicate the part of the pool on the other side of where her feet were.

“I mean, why don’t you just move to the large pool?” the woman said. “This is not the place for you.”

“Why don’t you move to the large pool then?” smirked Sarah. “You would have all the space that you want there!”

“I would risk getting stepped on there, idiot,” the tiny woman angrily yelled. “You might have a big body, but you sure have a tiny brain!”

“Sarah please,” Bianca tried to intercede. “Let’s not make a scene.”

“Eugh, fine,” Sarah conceded. “I’ll do as you say – I’ll take my feet out of the pool.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard,” the woman said, satisfied that Sarah was finally freeing the pool. Just as the giant girl was done removing her feet from the water, however, she placed her hands on both sides of the pool and entered the water with her butt. She smugly looked at the tiny woman as she did that. Sarah was blessed with quite a generous behind, which, it goes without saying, occupied even more space off the little pool compared to her dainty feet.

“I can’t believe you did this!” the woman yelled. “Are you damaged in the head?”

Sarah was about to respond when one of the guys she was flirting with intervened. “Come on, miss, can’t you see that you are bothering her?” he told the woman. “She has the same right to use this pool as everyone else.”

“He’s right,” his friend added. “Maybe you are just jealous.” “You are siding with her,” the disbelieving woman said. “You should be on the side of your own people.” She shook her head in disappointment. Defeated, she returned to her chair to grab her things and go away. “Hey, thanks for defending me,” Sarah said to the little man. “You guys were so sweet!”

“No problem,” the first of them responded. “I’m Paul by the way, and this guy’s Robert.”

“Nice to meet you both. I’m Sarah, and this is my friend Bianca.”

“Do you think I could have your number? We could go out sometimes,” he boldly asked.

Sarah giggled. “You like your girls big, huh?” she flirted.

“Well, I’d rather say I like my girls beautiful,” he replied.

“Oooh, smooth!” Sarah beamed. She picked the tiny guy up and whispered in his ear: “Why don’t we skip all the small talk and just get to the good parts?”

He enthusiastically agreed. “Meet me in front of the entrance,” she said. “I’ll grab my stuff and take you home.”

“What about you?” said the second guy. He was looking towards Bianca. “Would you like to go out sometimes?”

“I-i…” Bianca awkwardly scrambled for words. “I’m actually really busy!” She quickly got up and grabbed her towel, prompting Sarah to follow her.

“What about Diego?” asked Bianca, as the girls were walking to the changing rooms.

“What about him?” Sarah said. “He doesn’t have to know, okay?”

“Well, I’m not telling him,” Bianca giggled. “But aren’t you afraid he’ll find out? This isn’t even the first time you cheated on him.”

Sarah shrugged. “The thing with tiny guys is, they’re so small… you can’t just have one of them!”

Bianca laughed. “You like them so much, guess I should try one of them out someday.”

“You really should,” nodded Sarah. “They go crazy for big girls like us.”

As the girls chatted and walked, Bianca inadvertently hit something with her flip-flop. At the same time, they heard a woman screaming. Bianca looked around her feet, realizing that something was wrong.

“Be careful where you’re stepping,” a woman from inside the swimming pool scolded them. “You kicked the micro pool into the regular one – it landed on me! I got micros all over me!” she explained as she tried to shake the bug-sized people off her large breasts and shoulders.

“Whoa, sorry!” Bianca said. She bent down to oversee the situation. “Here, one of them,” she pointed, as she saw a bug-sized man stuck on the woman’s chest, right above her cleavage, when a drop of water slid down over him, dragging him down until he disappeared in between the giant breasts. “Well, never mind.”

Several other people were floating in the water all around the giantess’s torso, trying to stay afloat, some of them desperately swimming towards the gigantic woman in hope of finding a foothold. Bianca managed to catch a couple of them before the lifeguard arrived. “This always happens,” the worker complained as she attempted to fish the micros using a strainer.

“These guys have it hard, huh,” Bianca said, looking at the micro people in the middle of her hand. They appeared disoriented in the palm of a hand the size of a town square to them, not to mention the sight of the bikini-covered tits looming in the near distance like a monument to femininity.

Bianca handed the couple micros to the lifeguard. “Thanks,” said the woman. “I think this should be all of them.”

“Um, I think you are missing at least one,” said Bianca, and she nervously whispered something to the lifeguard.

“Oh, fuck sake,” the woman rambled, as she glanced at the pool woman’s boobs. “They don’t pay me nearly enough to deal with this!”

“Why even put the micro pool there?” Bianca observed as the two girls walked away from the sorry scene.

Sarah shrugged. The girls finally entered the changing rooms, where they removed their bikinis and put on their dry clothes.

“So,” Sarah said. “Aren’t you going to go out with that guy?” Her friend had removed her bra and was now standing topless. “He would fit just right between those tits of yours,” she giggled.

“Well he was kinda cute…” pondered Bianca.

“He was eating you up with his eyes,” Sarah observed.

“Yeah I noticed,” agreed Bianca. She was looking down at her belly. “Um, did you think I put some weight on lately? I haven’t been able to go to the gym much.” She had removed her bikini bottom as well and was now posing completely naked for her friend.

“Not at all, you look amazing,” Sarah raved. She was sincere – Bianca’s petite body was full of curves, and would have made many other girls jealous – but not Sarah, who was just as great looking.

“Thanks,” Bianca said “Well I said it’s time for me to try out tinies,” she reasoned. “Might as well do it now while I’m still single.”

“That’s the spirit,” Sarah cheered. “Come on,” she said, our boys are waiting for us!

“Right, right,” Bianca said, nervous, but enthusiastic, and she went for her bag to pick out her clothes.

When the girls got out of the pool, they walked to the tiny parking lot. “See them anywhere?” asked Sarah.

“I don’t think so,” Bianca said, busy trying not to step on the tiny cars parked in the area. “Should we wait for them here? God, I wonder if he left already,” she panicked. “Why did I turn him down the first time?”

“Nah, don’t overthink it,” Sarah reassured her. “They’re obviously slower because they’re tiny.”

“Right,” said Bianca.

“Look, there they are!” said Sarah, as she saw the two guys waving in their direction.

Sarah bent down to pick her guy up, and looked in Bianca’s direction, shooting a glance that invited her friend to take action.

“Um…” Bianca said. She awkwardly addressed the guy by her flip-flops. “I changed my mind. Would you still want to come with us?”

“Of course!” Robert beamed. If his friend Paul wasn’t being firmly held in Sarah’s clutch, he would’ve probably high-fived him. “Well,” Sarah said. “Everyone get in my ca-”

She was interrupted by the repeated blaring of horns coming from the street.

“Move!” a woman shouted. “You’re blocking the street!”

Sarah’s flip-flops were indeed in the middle of the tiny street, blocking the way for a whole line of tiny cars. “I think I recognize that voice,” she thought, only to look inside the vehicle to see the same complainer from the pool. “Eugh, her again.”

Sarah bent down to address the tiny woman. Only then she was recognized as the rude giant girl from the pool. “You didn’t say please,” Sarah said, smirking.

“You again!” the angry woman yelled. “Just move!”

“You’re right,” Sarah said, as she picked the tiny car up. “I shouldn’t be blocking the street.” She moved out of the way, clearing the street for the other drivers – now quite terrified of the situation.

The woman was now at the peak of her anger, she couldn’t believe that young bitch had picked up her whole car like that. “Put me down, now!” she yelled. Sarah was holding the tiny car in front of her face, her blue eyes savouring the sight of the panicking woman.

“Fine, fine,” she said. She indeed put the car back to the ground. “But before we go, let me leave you with a present,” and she fetched her wet bikini bottom from the bag, dropping it on top of the tiny car, covering it completely.

The woman desperately screamed, every window of her car now covered with the bright pink fabric from the nineteen-years-old girl’s thong. She would have to perform the humiliating task of removing the oversized undergarment from the top her car herself… once she had managed to get out of the car.

Sarah walked to her car smiling, glad for the lesson she had imparted to the annoying woman. She might have been famous for her love of tinies, but she certainly wasn’t always nice to them.

[atinyjules]

LIMBO - YEOSANG PT. 2

Pt. 1 is over here

Like I said, it ended up becoming a little too long so here's pt. 2 please enjoy! (づ￣ ³￣)づ

I let out a sigh as I pressed my uniform for the last time. Our last classes ended last week and I had one day left before I graduate high school and as excited and sad as I was, the adrenaline of going off to college felt real. But at the back of my head, there still lingered Yeosang. And as much as I wanted to forget about him...the memories keep appearing and the worry of whether he was okay or not still haunting me.

It has been almost two week since I last spoke to Yeosang...properly and there was little to no news of him. Even though we aren't friends anymore, I was still worried for him. But I held myself together and continued pressing my clothes because, why should I worry about him? He was the one in the wrong so what he does or where he is currently shouldn't worry me.

I smiled after I cleanly pressed my uniform and put it up on the hanger and hung it in my room. I was leaving for Seoul in a couple of days after the ceremony so my room was basically empty at this point. I decided to move because, well...I want a break from this place so I'll spend my break in Seoul and then enroll at a college over there.

"I'm gonna miss this." I said implying to my bedroom.

Yeosang's

The graduation ceremony was tomorrow but I had no plans of attending so that was the least of my worries right now. I couldn't go to the graduation ceremony...not after everything that happened and not after the damage I caused. So I just spent my days staying at home and not moving an inch out of the bed, only getting up for water and the washroom.

At this point, I looked terrifying.

The last time I ate a full meal was maybe two weeks ago. And after that I could barely eat two spoons and discarding the rest. So I had dark eye bags, my hair was dirty and messy, I was really frail and could barely talk.

I felt horrible so after successfully getting myself up, I carefully walked to the shower and turned on the tap as I slumped against the wall. The water hitting my skin as I felt a wave of freshness hit me. I let out a content sigh, the water easing the throbbing headache I was having.

I felt my eyes getting heavy due to the feeling of the water hitting my body when the world suddenly went black, the sound of my phone ringing being the last sound I heard before my body hit the ground.

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Yeeun's

I smiled at my reflection on the mirror after I finished touching up my face. Putting on my tinted lip balm after which I stood up and spritz myself with a refreshing and sweet perfume.

Today was the day I graduate and start a new chapter in my life. But why was I feeling so uneasy? As if something was wrong? I don't know but I focussed on getting ready since mom told me that it was probably the butterflies in my stomach due to the excitement of graduation high school today.

After I was ready I headed to the school where I was engulfed into a warm hug by San.

"You look gorgeous! Omo...can you believe it?! We're graduating today! TODAY!" He exclaimed making me giggle.

"I know right!" I said excitedly when my eyes went to the empty chair by the window next to mine.

"D-Did Yeosang not come yet?" I asked San as he patted my shoulder and smiled.

"Wooyoung went to get him, so don't worry he'll be there." he said making me let go of a breath I didn't realise I was holding.

"Okay, that's great." I said with a small smile.

Even though we might have ended on a bad note, I wanted Yeosang to be present at the ceremony. I remember how we used to imagine our graduation day when we were kids and how excited he was for this day so if he couldn't be present I would be sad.

As we took our seats in the school auditorium I couldn't help but feel worried at the absence of Wooyoung and Yeosang.

What's taking them so long?

I sighed and looked at my phone, we had 10 more minutes till the ceremony began. And there was still no sign of any of them. After five minutes I finally had enough and pulled out my phone and dialled Wooyoungs number.

"Are you calling Wooyoung?" San asked as I nodded when the doors siddenly burst open to reveal Wooyoung who at the sight of me came running towards us with glassy eyes.

"What's wrong? Where's Yeosang?" San asked as I grew more worried at Wooyoung's expression.

"I think something's wrong with Yeoasang. I went to call him but no one answered and he won't pick up his phone. His landlord told me that he hasn't come out even once since I last visited and there's tones of untouched food out in the garbage bin." Just those words were enough to get me riled up as I quickly stood up and ran out.

"Yeeun!" Wooyoung and San called out but I ignored their calls and ran out of the auditorium, ignoring the calls of my teachers, family and friends.

Yeosang...you better be safe!

I quickly made my way to his apartment where I was greeted with a bin full of untouched takeout. I quickly banged on his door.

"YEOSANG?! KANG YEOSANG! OPEN THE DOOR!" I exclaimed loudly and felt my knees get weak when I received no response. I sat their quiet for a while when I took note of a dripping sound from inside his room making me freeze.

"Y-Yeosang...?" I put my ear to the door and felt my heart rate spark up when I indeed heart the sounds of water flowing.

I quickly stood up and started banging on the door.

"KANG YEOSANG!! OPEN THE DOOR! I'M SO SORRY FOR EVERYTHING! I'M SO SORRY FOR LEAVING YOU!" I cried and banged on the door when I suddenly remembered something.

"Key!...K-Key!" I exclaimed and fumbled with my fingers as I searched for the extra key he had given me. I let out a sigh of relief when I found the key and tried to quickly put the key on the keyhole and proceeded to open it.

As soon as I opened the door, water poured out of the house as I quickly made my way to the source of the water. And that's when I found him unconscious on the ground. Frail and weak.

"Yeosang! Yeosang, are you okay?!" I exclaimed shaking his body trying to sense any form of life in him. Freezing when he coughed out water. I then proceeded to hold him in my arms.

"Yeosang! Hey...don't worry I'm here!"

"Y-Yeeunie..." he whispered loud enough for me to hear him.

"Yes! Yeeunie! It's me and I'm here now! Okay?! You're okay now!" I exclaimed and quickly dialed 911.

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Yeosang's

I opened my eyes slowly, shielding my eyes from the bright rays of the sun. Taking in my surroundings, I slowly got up and coughed as I looked around the room to realise that I was in the hospital with a sickening number of pipes in my arms. I tried to recollect the recent events only to wince in pain due to the headache I was having.

"Ah, good to know that you're awake." I look up to see a senior nurse holding a stroller with some things I couldn't identify.

"How long was I out?" I asked as she counted the days.

"Around two weeks. When you were brought here you were extremely malnourished and dehydrated. And you had high fever." she said as I tried to remember but failed.

"Who brought me here?" I asked and took a sip of the water.

"A girl, she was crying so much that we had to calm her down. She was really worried for you. You should take care of yourself boy...she along with your friends and family were extremely worried." she said as she did her job and left.

"Was it Yeeun?" I asked myself and looked out the window. The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. I was dwelling in my thoughts when the door opened.

"O-Oh...you're awake." I looked up to see the girl I had been desiring to see holding a bag wither her hair tied into a low ponytail.

"I brought you some soup." she said and placed her bag on the chair.

"Yeeun-" I tried to talk but was cut off by her.

"I need to leave in a while so have it quickly and rest." she said and placed the warm bowl of chicken soup infront of me.

"I'm-" she cut me off again.

"It'll get cold." she said as I sighed in defeat and tried to pick up the spoon but failed, causing the soup to splash on my pjs. I was going to pick up the spoon when she took it from my hand and took a spoonful of soup and blew on it softly and brought it to my lips. I drank the soup with a shaky breath.

After I finished all the contents of the bowl she quickly packed her bag making me panic.

"Yeeun-"

"I'll get going now." she said cutting my words.

"Yeeun we need to talk-" she cut me off yet again.

"I don't want to talk." she said making me panic as she continued walking to the door.

"Yeeun please! Hear me out!" I exclaimed as she stopped.

"I heard everything I needed to hear so let's leave it at that." she said as I felt my eyes glisten.

"You can ignore me and hate me all you want but please...hear me out just this once and I promise I'll stop pestering you and you can ignore me how much you want. But just let me explain myself...give me a chance please, just one chance." I said and started to lose hope due to her lack of response when she spoke up.

"5 minutes...you get 5 minutes to explain yourself Kang." she said as I heaved a sigh of relief.

"I'm so sorry for everything Yeeun. Everything I said and everything I did was out of pure confusion. I thought that I was unsure of what to do after I join college, but I realised that it was the feelings of not knowing what to do if you wouldn't be by my side in college and my life...

I wasn't sure if my feelings for you was love or gratitude but once I realised it was love I couldn't help but feel angry at myself for not noticing it early enough. And now that we're stuck in this situation...I blame muself for everything and hope that you'll forgive me one day-" I was cut off by Yeeun's voice.

"You're 5 minutes are up." she said and rushed out leaving me alone with the lingering scent of her Peony perfume.

"It was worth the try..." I mumbled to myself as I closed my eyes to avoid my tears from falling.

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Yeeun's

It has been exactly one month since Yeosang's confession and life has become harder and harder to get through everyday. The desire to run into the warm and encapsulating embrace of Yeosang was stronger than ever . But after leaving him there, how could I go to him and act as if nothing happened between us?

I looked out the window of my university library. After everything that happened I decided to remain here and discarded the idea of going to Seoul. So after getting my own apartment close to the University I began to hang around the library 24/7.

"Hey, Yeeun." I turned to see Wooyoung who had a solemn smile.

"Hey...funny seeing you here in the library on a sunday." I said as he chuckled and put his hands on my shoulder.

"Go to him...I'm sure he misses you and I know you do too. So go and clear it out...tell him how you feel and give him a big ass hug." he said making me chuckle as my smile faltered.

"I can't...not after how coldly I treated him." I said making him smile.

"You did that cause you were cold...so why don't you let him warm your heart up like he always does? If he loves you, he'll allow you to come inside of his heart and if he doesn't...he's probably a wuss." Wooyoung said making me chuckle as I hugged him.

"Should I?" I asked as he scoffed.

"Of course! Now go get your man!" he exclaimed pushing me towards the door as I ran out to find him and not even a little while after I ran out it started to pour....heavily.

"Shit...where am I supposed to find him?" I asked myself as I walked in the rain, clothes drenched. I was going to take out my phone when I found my umbrella. Even though I was already wet I shielded myself from the rain in order to not get more drenched than I already was.

As I walked in the empty streets an image suddenly appeared in my head.

Han river?

"Where do you always run off to?" a younger Yeeun asked a younger Yeosang.

"Han river...whenever I feel low I just go there and look at the scenery or fly my drone."

"Sooo, you'll always be here when I can't find you?" she asked as he smiled at her.

"You bet."

"Han river!" I exclaimed and ran down towards Han river.

And as if by coincidence, there he was sitting in the middle of the rain holding something.

Yeosang's

I sighed and looked at the single withered peony in my hand.

Peonies...she loved and adored them. Told everyone she would rather reincarnate as a pink peony than as a human.

I would do anything just to hear her voice again.

"There you are..." I froze when I heard the familiar voice. I hesitantly turned back to see Yeeun drenched in rain holding a single umbrella between us.

"You just got discharged from the hospital...do you want to spend the month at the hospital again?" she asked me as I managed to give her a smile.

"As long as it means that you'll come and take care of me all over again..." I said as my voice cracked.

"You probably don't want to see me....so I'll-" I cut her off by pulling her in for a short but sweet kiss. After I broke the kiss she looked at me with glass eyes as her tears fell and she pulled me in for a tight and warm hug.

"Please don't leave me." she cried as I held her tightly.

"Never...I promise I'll never leave you again, Yeeun."

Although the clouds were dark and the rain was pouring it was the complete opposite of how we felt for each other. Love held back from months all let out under the pouring spring rain. I wouldn't have want it any other way.

UwU...and that's the end!

[justicekiy]

He drives me home.

As soon as he cuts the engine, he asks me to wait here for a second.

I did. We sat in silence for a while. It seemed like lifetimes have passed between us.

“Is this the last time I’m going to see you?”

I turned to his expression. It was almost emotionless. Still as a statue. I couldn’t believe he asked me. Maybe I was too alluded than I should have been.

“Do you want it to be?” I asked him softly.

“Hell no.” He responded. He turned my head to match his face and glided his fingers under my chin for me to kiss him. I can’t lie. It freaked me out. His movements were so in sync with all my nerves. Like he predicted the way it would electrify me entirely. That fueled me even more.

I couldn’t help but to bring myself more into his grasp. We were all over each other now. I took control and straddled him against his seat. He had lead the driver seat all the way so I had enough room to close any necessary gaps. We collided in such a different way. This way felt home. Felt like where I needed to stay. His fingers went up my sweaters and around my breast squeezing them. It was just the tease I needed to let out a little moan. His ears perked up and he smiled slightly like he discovered a dirty secret. He was learning my body. I had to give him credit for paying this close attention. This is the first time we ever connected like this. Physically I mean. We went on a few dates together and then we set boundaries between the both of us. We had to do it before things got further. The attraction the first time was intoxicating. I wished he ripped my clothes off right where he stood. My body kept calling for him and I didn’t want him to answer. Not just yet. I had to wait it out. For my own sanity. I had to resist the urge of cupping his face….caressing his shoulders….licking his neck. No, it was far from my mind. That was well… until tonight.

“Come inside.” I said to him mid-breath. His face looked up before his eyes did. And then he backed up a little to get a good look at my face. His expression… it was hungry. Just like mine.

“I probably shouldn’t….” He trailed off. “But the way you are on me right now, it’s pretty hard to say no.”

“So don’t say it,” I whispered as I inched closer and closer to his mouth. I licked his bottom lip with my tongue before nibbling it down. He groaned a little before I pulled away. “Don’t think right now. Do what feels right.”

He nudges his head over to the passenger seat, signaling me to get off of him. A little shocked, but I did anyways. Then he was out his seat and slammed the car door. My state was unmovable. I did not know why I feared him saying no. Like it actually bothered me if he did. I haven’t gotten bothered by a guy in ages. I was admiring a lot of new developments between him and me.

My car door opened and it’s him leaning against the passenger door, blocking me to exit.

“Come on, before I change my mind.”

Once I was out of the car, he clicked his Challenger before he hung his arm over my shoulder. He chuckled before saying “Man if it’s gonna be like this with you all the time, Imma be in trouble a lot.”

I grinned devilishly before clicking my apartment door opened. It was dark. Good. I knew my roommate was home but I didn’t want to be bothered with introducing him to her. Not that I was trying to hide him. Or maybe I was. Maybe I wanted him to myself just for the night. It’s what I been craving since I laid eyes on him.

When we reach my room, he looks around. He sits on the edge of my dresser. “Damn. This room is way better than mine. I should’ve known your artistic ass would go all out.”

“Aye, don’t hate on what I create. You’re blessed you got someone that can liven up that frat room of yours.”

He blew a raspberry. “Now I know you got jokes. My room is no where near a frat house. I’m too old for any of that. It’s just …. A little modern. Nothing like this.” He started walking around at the different corners of each room. To Each element. Air. Water. Earth. Fire. “How long it take you?”

I shrugged and plopped on my bed, kicking off my Jordans. “A few months. I was determined, though.”

“I can see that.”

“You’re the first outsider though.”

“What? You saying not even your friends?”

“No.”

“Why is that?”

“You tell me.”

He sighed and gets even closer to me. “I think you mad selective on energy. I ain’t mad at that. I’m the same, to be honest.”

“I just want the right people in my space. And lately… that hasn’t been easy,” I said.

He comes over to the bed and placed his hands on each of my thighs, leaning down. I sit a little to meet his gaze. “Well, now you have.”

I scrunch my nostrils. “Yeah, maybe.”

“I know you. You wouldn’t have invited me in here if you thought otherwise.”

I lift my shoulders. “Perhaps.” He falls between my legs like his gave out. He rests his head on one of my thighs as he kneeled down. I chuckled. “Already tired?”

“No. You’re just very warm,” he lied. But I see him yawning a little as he goes on and makes my legs his own personal pillows.

“Come on,” I caressed his head gently. “I’m not going to allow you to sleep on the floor, you know ?”

His head snaps up like he got a jolt of adrenaline. He looks at me until a grin forms creepily. “I don’t think you have the kind of restraint.”

“Have you met me? My whole life has been a restraint.”

“Alright, Jem. Ill bite. Scoot over then.” He pulls himself up and used his arms to push my body a little further before he scoops me around after plopping on the bed. It made a screeching noise.

“Damn, X. Not so loud. I have neighbors.” I joked. “And my roommate isn’t that far.” Our bodies were wrapped so tight, I felt his chest rise and fall. He was longer than my bed, but made it work when he angled us diagonally from the foot of it. He laid on his back. I laid on my side. My thighs were swallowing his legs. But he didn’t mind it. He even gripped one of my legs across him as he used one hand to caress my skin back and forth.

“Let em hear. I don’t care.” His voice grew sleepy. There was a yawn after that.

I kissed his cheek but he turned into me to meet my lips. We were kissing for awhile. It felt different than before. This one felt cozy. Warm like a fireplace fire. Somehow when his body shielded me off, he broke the kiss.

“We should stop,” He looks down at me as I look directly in his eyes. I saw his face in a dim lighting, but there was an interesting expression he was making. I couldn’t tease him any more. I wanted more than I realized. My hands go sliding down to his dick as I gripped it softly. He growled at me. I chuckled. “Do you have any idea what you just started?”

“I can only guess.”

His moves were quick as he flipped us over and used his hands to grip my ass tightly. My mouth found his again. I couldn’t get enough of kissing him. It was like my kryptonite. His lips were so soft against mine. His mouth was like the perfect fit. I didn’t want anything more than to shove my tongue into it. So I did. Little by little, he sucked on mine and my eyes rolled back from the pleasure it brought. I had forgotten how amazing it all felt. He was reawakening everything in my body tonight. Everything I left dormant.

He wasted no time to find my sweater and pull it off of me. Underneath was a satin brown Fenty set I just bought. I was so glad I went shopping before this night. My breasts were almost spilling out of them though. He lifts up closer to bury his face in them. I moaned off impact…loudly.

“You gonna have to be quiet for me, mama. I promise, Imma take care of you.”

“What happened to “let them hear?’” I joked.

“Nah, I’m selfish.” His lips grazed my chest and I shivered. “Means I want to be the only one hearing you tonight. Can you handle that?” He grips my ass once more. I just nod rapidly. Afraid if I gave a verbal command, the way I feel would be more obvious. “Good cause it’ll be an inscrutable night for you.”

“Okay, Mr. Two Degrees. Inscrutable huh?” I managed to reply. He used my joke against me as he took the time to thread his fingers around the lace trim of my panties.

“I don’t know about you….” He circled around my clit. I gasped. He slid down to my opening and used one finger to dive in. “But I know I’m done talking.”

[casspurrjoybell-22]

Master - Chapter 64 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Three months later

Circling the pristine table, I make sure each chair is just as it should be before I stand behind my own.

"Perfect."

The council room was hardly unfamiliar but it had undergone many changes under Wenquie's hand, each of which was admittedly better than the last.

The war map that had hung over the largest wall for months, like a brand, was no longer present and though it had only been paper and wool, the room felt considerably lighter in its absence.

Similarly, the former linear table that had seen me at the head had been replaced by a round one.

My advisers knew that I was Pylen, I didn't need seating to prove that.

This was more seemly, as were the eight elegant chairs that each had an engraving of the owner's sigil or station within the clan.

Today, these seats would be filled for the first time since the war and just the thought had pride that could hardly be tamed surging within my chest.

More than a year ago, these had only been plans on paper, preparations for how I'd run my clan once I was in control but today, they would be made real.

All those endless nights were proving their worth, yet again.

Everything we'd ever wanted, made so, I only hoped that this too would be as perfect as we imagined.

"You're worrying is making my belly feel sick, Master."

Despite how much time had passed or how I'd thought I'd mastered anticipating Kalem's popping, I still found my soul leaping out of my body at the sweet voice that sounded behind me.

I spin, meeting the mischief in Kalem's hazel eyes that he tried to hide behind a layer of innocence that was far too thin.

Besides, we both knew that Kalem was anything other than innocent.

"So, you sought to punish me by frightening me?" I ask, already smiling for him.

Kalem twists his lips to the side thoughtfully.

"Well, you're not worried anymore. It worked."

Chuckling, I pull my love close, lavishing in the feel of his warm body against mine, his fitting just as it was meant to.

"Then I should thank you."

"I think so," Kalem whispers.

"I hope this will do."

I catch a glimpse of Kalem's approving grin just before I bring our lips together.

It didn't matter that I'd spent the morning lavishing in the taste of him.

I needed more and I would always happily, enthusiastically, overindulge in my love.

Kalem moans as I swipe my tongue over his lips, pulling him in closer when I find him to be sweet as ever.

I groan against his soft lips that enticed me to do all manner of unseemly things to my greatest love.

God, what I could do to him right now...

"No. We can't get naughty in here," Kalem scolds against my lips, even as his fingers slip into my belt loops and tug me closer to him.

I grind my cock against his hip, letting him feel every hard inch.

"But we did yesterday and the day before," I whisper while tracing his neck with my teeth.

"And the day before that."

"T-That was... ngh. We were redecorating and got distracted," Kalem squeaks, his pleasure coursing through me and doubling my own.

"W-We can't do that today, Lincoln."

"I don't see why not. Don't you favour routines?"

Kalem laughs but it soon becomes a pleased groan when I meet the tempting dip in his neck and slide my fangs along it.

"Can I?"

Kalem digs his fingers into my hair, directing me closer.

"Please."

Permission granted, I lap over the skin, only managing to tease us both for a few moments longer before I finally sink my fangs into his tender skin.

The world becomes static around me as Kalem's blood slides down my tongue, lightening up my insides almost as much as his smiles did.

Kalem gives in to me entirely, melting in my arms and moaning his pleasure as I drink from him, greedy and hungry for more, no matter how much I got.

Kalem's blood was intoxicating, as it were but mixed with our love, I knew I'd never get enough.

But we would be hosting guests soon and as much as I hated to admit it, we could not have sex on the table again.

So, with great reluctance, I draw myself away, swiping at the punctured skin to get every drop until it heals on its own, leaving only a flush of red in its place.

When I meet Kalem's eyes, they're dazed and slightly damp, making him appear beautifully debauched in the way I loved most.

"You say we can't do anything naughty and yet you look at me like that," I groan as I rest my head on his.

"Like you're a second away from making a mess."

"I... you..." Kalem breathes out, huffing as if he were genuinely appalled.

"You're the one who bit me, Master. You are the trouble."

"I am not the trouble," I manage through my laughter.

"I am not the sex-crazed one here."

Kalem gasps.

"You are literally crazy, Master. You've always been so, don't make me sound like I'm crazy. And we both like sexy times. We are both very needy people."

I bark out a laugh, Kalem's wording taking me by surprise and dragging out chuckles that grow louder still as he joins in after failing to keep his expression serious.

Warmth spreads between us, brightening the space between us and making me feel almost high with the pleasure that runs through me.

It's strong and wonderful and everything I'd ever wanted but it doesn't last when I think of the person who hadn't felt pleasure like this in far too long.

Kalem's smile soon dips, his laughter tapering off just as mine did.

I loathed to see how my pain forced his own when he was only just starting to heal but I was yet to discover how to stop it.

"I'm sorry," I try, despite Kalem already shaking his head.

"I didn't mean to...." I didn't know how to finish that sentence. I doubted I ever would.

Voicing it, how hard it was to be happy when I knew how Malcolm suffered, made it all too real and I didn't know how to bare it.

The war was ended, the clan was as it should be, I had my love and everything I ever wanted, I should be happy.

I was, at times, happier than I knew possible.

But then, in those highest moments, I thought of the person who'd made this all possible.

The one who suffered as if his joy was the cost for mine and my smiles would die out knowing they couldn't be joined by his.

It was a never-ending loop, a limbo state I was drifting through and I didn't know how to escape it without forsaking my closest friend.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Kalem replies in a whisper trying for a smile.

"You don't have to be, Master. I understand."

Of course, he understood.

He'd also lost his best friend but it was different in so many ways.

Kalem didn't have to see Arias' agony every day, if he even felt any, that heartless bastard.

Kalem didn't have to wipe the tears away and face a future that promised nothing but pain.

Kalem, in his own way, was healing and learning to live without Arias.

I, on the other hand, couldn't heal without Malcolm doing the same.

"It'll get better."

We both knew those words weren't true but white lies were all that was keeping my hope alive, so I didn't try to deny them.

Instead, I nodded as I did every day, choosing to believe them and hoping one day they'd be true.

"They're almost here," Kalem says, his smile coming bigger this time.

"Are you ready?"

Nodding, I let my hands find his. Intertwining our fingers, I hold tight as the warmth of Kalem's magic wraps around us before he pops us to the front of the castle.

Under the assumption that I was far too fast for their eyes to track, the posted sentinels only bow their respect at our appearance while Wenquie beams like a starved newborn getting to feast.

"Right on time," his golden eyes track over us quickly.

"I thought you two would get distracted, again."

"Kalem wouldn't allow it."

Wenquie snickers as he links his arms in Kalem's.

"I would normally condone that behaviour but for today, good job."

Preening, Kalem basks in Wenquie's praise as he leans into the touch, just as he'd come to do with their friendship.

Without the ones who'd been their greatest companions, Kalem and Wenquie had grown closer in a way I would've called a curse in the past.

It was a blessing, really.

Without one another, I hated to imagine what wilted forms they may have become but together, they kept their heads above the water, they kept one another smiling.

I couldn't break that up, even if it meant I now had to face far more inappropriate questions from Kalem every single evening.

The latest of which being, 'do you want to hogtie me, master'.

The answer was obviously yes but that wasn't the point.

"Oh. Here they are."

Untying my thoughts from bondage, I face forward and settle my gaze on the incoming members of my council, along with their chosen escorts.

It hadn't been long since I'd seen their faces, yet they all looked a little different.

It wasn't physical changes as such but something under the skin that I didn't recognise until they were all settled in a line before me.

They were happy, that was it, they were happy.

"Pylen."

The four immediately bow along with all in their company.

I let my pleasure carry through the Lyrra, allowing them to straighten.

"You all look well."

"As do you, Pylen," Karios replies smoothly.

"You don't have to lie, Karios. You're already part of the council," Wenquie whispers, earning a few poorly hidden chuckles.

I ignore him and refuse to acknowledge the laugh he gets out of me as well as I look over the group.

"Welcome all and thank you for coming. I know the journey was long for many of you."

The expressions that follow said it went without saying but sharing a word of thanks never hurt anyone, Kalem taught me that.

"Let this meeting of Axand, our first quarterly meeting, begin. I hope we always meet with such warmth."

I'd chosen Axand in remembrance of Alexander, the first Pylen to join my cause and who had died for it.

It was meant to be a reminder of why we'd come together in the first place and why we always should.

We'd come such a long way but we still had further to go and with the way the Lyrra burnt amongst us, I could tell all carried that heady acknowledgement.

This was only the beginning but the future was in our hands.

"Shall we begin?"

[pankowperfection]

To-do List

Summary: Opposite schedules lead to sexual frustration and a request to add sex to the to-do list

Warnings: smut, slight domination, sex toys, daddy kink, 18+

You and JJ had been on totally opposite schedules lately. By the time you got home from work he was gone, starting his shift. If one of you had the day off, the other always seemed to have something going on that day and couldn't just relax together. It was super frustrating. You both truly missed spending quality time together. You could also tell JJ was getting frustrated sexually, fuse shorter than ever since he had been getting himself off instead of you.

Finally one Saturday you both were free and planned on spending the day together. Unfortunately there was a long list of chores and errands that had piled up over the last few weeks. You woke up early, coffee and toast in hand before setting down at the table to make a game plan to get everything done. JJ emerges from the bedroom, shorts hung low on his hips, fluffy hair sticking up randomly, rubbing his eyes as he makes his way to the coffee machine. "You alright J?" He comes to sit beside you, taking in your current outfit consisting of just one of his old t shirts and giving you a lazy smile. "I'm good baby."

He leans in for a quick kiss, letting out a groan when he sees the list of things that need done. "If you're gonna insist we do all this today can you PLEASE add sex with your very horny boyfriend to the list?" You bite back a chuckle, noticing the look of desperation on his face and the whiny tone of his voice. You glance down and notice the obvious tent in shorts and decide now is just as good a time as any to put him out of his misery. "I can do that J. How about we take care of you right now?" His baby blues light up, mood instantly lifted just knowing he's going to get his dick wet. What he doesn't know is that since he's been a whiny brat lately, you were going to take charge.

You stand up, reaching down for his hand before dragging him up and out of the chair, coffee forgotten as you lead him to your bedroom. He tries and fails to pin you to the bed, quickly giving in when you straddle his hips and slam his hands down into the mattress. "Fuck princess, make me feel good. Please." You grind your covered pussy over his length, both of you letting out moans at the friction. Normally you would tease him but you couldn't wait to sink down onto his cock either. He lifts his hips to help you yank his shorts off, tossing them behind you without a care in the world. His tip was swollen and red, already leaking and looking like he was ready to burst. "Aw J, looks like it hurts. Want me to make it feel better?" He groans at your words, blush creeping over his cheeks, embarrassed of how much he needed you right then. "Please y/n. Please fuck me."

You pull his shirt over your head, laying down on top of his chiseled body to kiss him passionately. Your tongue teases along his lower lip before diving inside his mouth. His hands make their way over your body, one tangling in your hair and the other grabbing your hips, trying to get you to rock against him again. "Bad boy. Do that again and you won't be finishing at all. Take what I give you only. Got it?" "Yes ma'am." JJ being so submissive to you turns you on even more, growing slicker between your folds. You take his length in your hand, collecting your wetness with the tip before lining him up. You can't help but whimper at the feeling of him stretching you out, body breaking out in a sweat as you sink down over each inch. His hands are fisted into the sheets, muscles tight as he resists the urge to flip you over and fuck you senseless. "So good daddy, gonna ride you now okay?" You feel his dick twitch as the word daddy leaves your mouth, knowing he loves when you call him that even if he isn't in control. He gives a tight nod, not trusting his words.

Your place your hands on his chest for leverage, raising your hips up before slamming back down. Your eyes threaten to roll backwards, knowing neither of you are going to last very long. You lean over to the nightstand, grabbing your favorite bullet vibrator. "Hold this for me daddy?" He takes it from your hand, wetting it with his tongue before placing it against your clit. You click it on with the remote and already the coil inside you is tightening. "Shit," he screws his eyes shut, biting his bottom lip and trying so hard not to cum, the vibrations mixed with your walls squeezing almost too much to handle. You start to bounce up and down, riding him as fast as your hips can take you. "Need to come baby, fuck. Plea-please, let me come inside you." "Hold it J, wait for me." You're almost there, a few thrusts later and you scream out, squirting over his stomach as your body trembles with the aftershocks. You set him off, cocking twitching inside you as his cum coats your walls. "Jesus y/n, that was amazing. Better add "wash the sheets" to the to-do list though." You throw a pillow at him playfully, both of you falling into a fit of laughter before stripping the bed to do just that.

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His Office

summary: your moms a flight attendant and is gone often, leaving you and your stepdad time to spend with eachother.

warnings: smut, stepdad trope, cockwarming, penetration, choking, breeding kink, Daddy kink, dirty talk, degradation, humiliation, infidelity, begging, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

word count | 1k

pairings | Step Father!Tony Stark x stepdaughter!Reader.

“Me and Bruce have been working on it all week.” Tony said as you entered his office. He was on the phone but that didn’t stop him from focusing on you walking in. He looked at you with hungry eyes, licking his lips, you could tell he had been patiently waiting for you and now that you were here he could no longer be patient.

“Like I said, I can’t do anything until we get the results.” Tony said. He patted his thigh which you knew meant he was ready. You gulped as you walked forward. You were nervous everytime you did this, however this was practically a weekly routine. With your mom gone Thursdays to Saturdays due to her job as a flight attendant Tony made sure to take full advantage of the opportunity you guys had alone not even work would stop him.

You unbuckled his pants, Tony lifting his hips for you to pull them down along with his boxers. His length sprung free, his tip red and leaking. You took off all your clothes, goosebumps forming as you felt the air hit your skin. You spread your legs over his and slowly began to sink down on his length, groaning softly as you felt every inch of him stretch you. “I told you we are going to have to wait.” Tony said on the phone as he continued to watch you muffle your groans. He too was struggling to keep quiet as he sat there deep inside you. You place your head on his shoulder and resist the urge to move. Tony as well had to resist the urge to pound into your tight little cunt.

“I think we should continue this conversation on Monday.” Tony said as he rubbed your clit you moaned softly into his ear which made his cock twitch causing your pussy to squeeze tighter around him which did not help the both of you in trying to keep still.

“Yeah I’ll see you both on Monday.” Tony said as he hung up the phone and sighed. You lifted your head from his shoulder. Suddenly the phone rang again. Tony shifted to look at the number and you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a pornagraphic moan as he shifted stretching you out so wonderfully. “You might want to be quiet.” Tony warned you as he picked up the phone. “Hey honey! Is everything ok?” Tony asked. You immediately tensed up at the nickname you knew it was your mother, you began to panic, the last thing you needed was for your mother to see you with her husband in this position. “Well be safe, we will miss you.” You heard Tony say. “Y/N? She's fine, more than fine.” Tony smirked at you as he talked to your mother about you. “Don’t worry I’ll take really good care of her just like I do every week when you're gone.” Tony said. It was getting harder and harder not to move. “You want to talk to her? She's here.” Tony said, your eyes went wide, you knew that if you opened your mouth you would let out a moan, something you have been trying to hold back. “No ok see you later honey I love you.” Tony said as he hung up, putting his phone down.

You whimpered softly. “Your mom won't be coming home until Tuesday isn’t that nice? We will have more time together” Tony said. You nodded, you couldn’t manage to speak right now especially due to the fact that Tony was balls deep inside you was the only thing that fogged your mind “Does my baby want to move?” Tony looked at you. You nodded. You felt his fingers linger at the base of your collarbone slowly trailing up until you felt his hand wrap around your neck slowly he tightened it little by little you felt the lack of airflow. “Use your words.” “Daddy can I please move?” You managed to mutter, you sounded weak and pathetic just how Tony liked for you to sound. “I like when you beg for me like the whore you are.” Tony said as you began to slowly move up and down. The feeling was euphoric, finally being able to move.

Tony being Tony had to be the one in dominance so he quickly changed your position as he unpromptedly lifted you up and laid you down on the table. The coolness of the table made you arch your back a bit however Tony didn’t start moving. “Daddy please.” You begged a smirked form on Tony’s face. “What do you want daddy to do?” Tony asked. “Daddy please fuck me.” Tony let out a grunt as he began to thrust into you, he leaned down to pepper kisses on your collarbone down to the valley of your breast. “Such a tight little cunt.” Tony moaned as he continued to thrust in and out of you. “All for you daddy.” You replied which only made him go faster. He knew every inch of you, he knew how your body worked, so he had no trouble finding your g spot. You clenched beautifully around him, rolling your eyes to the back of your head, as you milked his cock. Tony held your thighs as he thrusted himself one last time before he released inside you. Both of you recovered from your orgasms.

You leaned up on your elbows admiring Tony, his toned torso glistened from his sweat, hairs sticking to his forehead. “I'm so lucky to have a daughter like you.” Tony said to you as he peppered soft kisses on your neck you leaned back to give him more access. You felt sick, your stomach churned, sure being with Tony was fun and damn he knew how to make you feel so good but it was hard to forget that he was your stepdad, your mom's husband, and he was cheating on your mom with you. All this guilt never seems to fade no matter how many times he has shamelessly fucked you in his office.

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something more || h.js x reader

Summary: it’s a tale as old as time- your roommate walks in on you masturbating and things escalate from there

Warnings: swearing, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

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additional warnings: additional warnings: masturbation, unprotected sex, choking, degradation, lowkey spit play

“Joshua! Come look at this!”

There were a lot of things you liked about your apartment. Cheap rent, nice views, mostly functioning air conditioning… however the gaping hole in your bedroom ceiling was not one of them. It had started out as a small leak a couple of weeks ago, water dripping from some imperceptible hole in the plaster that had slowly turned into a trickle and then a steady stream, until finally the ceiling had collapsed in on itself, unable to hold the weight of all of the water any longer. You had filed a maintenance request when you first noticed the leak, but it had gone ignored. Maybe now, now that your bed was covered in drywall and pipe water, now that you could see into the apartment above yours, your concerns would be important enough to be addressed.

“What is it?” your roommate called back.

You heard him approach and waited for the gasp that would follow. “Y/n…” he hissed, one hand over his mouth, the other gripping your shoulder in shock.

“I know.”

“Holy shit.”

“I know.”

“What do we do?”

“I don’t know.”

You sighed and took a tentative step forward into your room, wincing when your sock made contact with your damp rug.

“I’ll call maintenance,” Joshua offered and turned on his heel to grab his phone.

“I’ll… try and figure my shit out, I guess.”

His footsteps faded into the background as he retreated into his own room and you looked around your room with a frown, surveying the space for anything salvageable. You were surprised you hadn’t started crying yet. But apparently your brain hadn’t quite caught up with your eyes because all you felt was a numb sort of apathy as you gazed at the mess in front of you.

There was no way you could sleep in your room tonight. Even if you managed to dry everything and clear the debris, there was still a giant fucking hole in the ceiling. The mere thought of trying to fall asleep underneath it made you uneasy. You would have to crash somewhere else.

“They said not to touch anything-” Joshua shouted from the other room. You froze in place, afraid you’d already done something you weren’t supposed to and decided to join him in the kitchen instead.

Your socks left wet footprints against the concrete floor as you padded over to where Joshua was. He shot you a look of sympathy as you peeled them off and tossed them to the side, shifting his attention back to the notepad on the table in front of him to write something the person on the other end of the phone was saying.

The pen hovered above the paper momentarily, and Joshua rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Tomorrow? Is that the earliest- yeah that’s fine.”

The little hope you’d had that the issue would be resolved tonight fizzled, and you blew out a breath of frustration. You pulled out your phone and began scrolling through your contacts, mentally making notes of who might let you spend the night at their place.

Joshua thanked whoever he was talking to and hung up, pushing the notebook away from him with a groan.

“They’ll be here tomorrow morning,” he said, giving you an apologetic look. “What are you doing?”

“Texting Seungcheol.”

Joshua made a face. “Seung- why?”

“I’m going to ask if I can sleep over.”

“You haven’t talked to him in months,” your roommate protested.

“He’ll say yes to me,” you assured him.

“That’s because he expects you to sleep with him.”

“I know.”

“Y/n! You’re not seriously going to have sex with him in exchange for a place to stay, are you?”

“Well when you put it like that…” you trailed off and sighed. “Whatever, I’m not above it. It’s been a while since I’ve been laid anyway.”

“Seungcheol couldn’t even last thirty seconds-” he paused when you gave him a look, “I know from what you’ve told me. Not because I slept with him.”

“You know saying that makes it sound like that’s exactly why you know.”

“Please, y/n, I have taste,” he said matter-of-factly, easily dodging a swat from you. “You’re not sleeping at Seungcheol’s,” he said as if he’d decided, as if he had final say on the matter.

“Well, what am I supposed to do, Joshua?” you demanded. “I can’t sleep in my own room, and you know I can’t sleep on the couch so what do you suggest?”

“Take my room,” he offered simply, shrugging like it should have been obvious.

“What?”

“You can have my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch. You don’t even have to fuck me for it.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well what do I have to do for it?”

You could tell Joshua wanted to say ‘nothing’, but knew you wouldn’t accept his offer without feeling like you could give him anything in return so he settled for “fried rice”.

“You want fried rice?”

“I want your fried rice,” he clarified with a grin. “You know it’s my favorite.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“Okay,” you agreed. “Fine. Thank you, Joshua.”

He gave you a knowing smile and nodded. “Don’t mention it.”

-

Joshua kept his room colder than yours. Your wet hair from the shower only made the chill worse, but you didn’t want to mess with the thermostat and throw off how he liked things. You were even hesitant to touch the pillows on his bed. You knew Joshua wouldn’t care, but you still wanted to respect his space.

Joshua was literally the most easygoing person you knew, which offered a nice balance in contrast to your high-strung, perfectionist personality. One time you’d bled on his sheets while you were just hanging out in his room and he was completely unphased. He just threw the bedding in the wash like nothing had happened and mentioned that he’d been needing to wash them anyway while you practically cried in embarrassment.

“It’s okay, y/n. I’ve had girlfriends before.”

“Yeah, but I’m not your girlfriend!”

“We live together, close enough.”

To be fair, you knew that this kind of thing happened all the time, but you were still mortified. You didn’t even pay attention to the rest of the movie you and Joshua had been watching. To this day you didn’t know how the Lego Batman Movie ended.

“You need something to sleep in?” Joshua had asked on your way from the bathroom back to his room, having noted your state of undress.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to make the trips to and from the shower in nothing more than a towel, but he knew you wouldn’t be able to go back into your room tonight, and that most of your clothes were still damp from the ceiling anyway.

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

He just nodded from where he was on the couch and gestured past you in the direction of his door. “You know where everything is. Pick out whatever.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

You’d chosen an old t-shirt from a gas station souvenir shop, one of many in his collection of road-trip tees and a pair of panties you had managed to snag from your dresser before Joshua had yelled at you to get out of your room earlier.

You hung your towel on a hook attached to the back of his closet door and sprawled out on his bed, pulling the comforter around yourself.

It was late. It had been late for a while, but you and Joshua were night owls. You both kept busy schedules, so at night you liked to take some time for yourselves before bed. Still though, you knew you should sleep. But you couldn’t.

You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to relax your muscles.

If you were being honest, the idea of getting laid had been exciting and you were a bit disappointed it wasn’t going to happen for you tonight. It had been a while since you’d been with anyone, and you were craving the intimacy, even if it was coming from someone like Dylan.

Your skin was beginning to feel hot and sticky, and you pushed the covers off of you in your frustration. You had just been cold a few moments ago, and all it had taken to make you sweat was the mere thought of sex. It was pathetic, you were pathetic, and you knew it.

Your fingers inched toward the waistband of your panties almost unconsciously before you stopped yourself. You were in Joshua’s bed. You shouldn’t be getting yourself off in his bed. That was wrong. It wasn’t your room, there must be some sort of boundary for this sort of thing. Roommate code. What if Joshua walked in on you- no. You clenched your fists by your sides and sighed. The idea of your roommate walking in on you with your hand down your pants should not be turning you on. It should be having the opposite effect. But you couldn’t help it.

You had managed to suppress your attraction to him for this long, being in his bed shouldn’t be the breaking point. Maybe it was because his sheets smelled like him, or maybe it was because you were wearing his shirt…fuck, you wished you had your vibrator. The little pink toy was sitting in the drawer of your bedside table, likely water damaged beyond repair. God, hadn’t you lost enough?

“Forgive me, Shua,” you whispered hoarsely into the empty room as you resigned yourself to your pleasure.

Your pussy had won over your head and you’d given into your desire. Familiar sparks of arousal flickered faintly in your stomach when you brushed the tips of your fingers over your panties. You weren’t shocked to discover that the material was already damp from where your wetness had seeped through.

You tried to think about Seungcheol, about your celebrity crushes, about anyone other than the person behind the other side of the door, but your mind kept drifting back to your roommate. You thought about what Joshua’s fingers would feel like instead of your own. They were so much longer than yours… you stifled a moan as you curled a finger into yourself and let your thumb begin to circle your clit, imagining Joshua’s head was buried in between your thighs instead.

Getting yourself to the edge was usually difficult for you without the help of toys or a third party, but you surprised yourself when your thighs began to tense in anticipation as you worked your fingers over your g-spot repeatedly, orgasm just out of reach. You were trying to be as quiet as possible, but you kept letting quiet sighs and curses slip from between your lips as your focus began to blur.

You pictured Joshua pushing himself into you, pictured how his face would scrunch up in pleasure as he felt you clench around his cock for the first time, how he’d kiss your neck and praise you for taking him so well- you bit down on your knuckles to stop yourself from screaming.

The invisible string inside of you snapped right as the door to Joshua’s room swung open and you were forced to rip your hand away from yourself as you came and your pussy clenched around nothing.

The light overhead flicked on and you squinted, groaning at the sudden blinding intrusion.

“Sorry,” Joshua apologized sheepishly. “I just forgot a pillow.”

You used your dry hand, the knuckle-bitten one, to throw him one of the pillows from behind you. He caught it with ease and you thought that would be it, but he zeroed in on your hand, narrowing his eyes at it with a confused expression on his face.

You hoped he couldn’t tell that you were still trembling from the aftershocks of your ruined orgasm, hoped he didn’t question why you were so flushed and breathless.

“What happened to your hand?” he asked, tossing the pillow aside and taking your hand into his own to observe. “You’re bleeding.”

Damn, you hadn’t meant to bite your hand that hard.

“It’s nothing,” you said and tried to yank your hand out of his grasp, but he was holding onto you too tightly.

“I have some Band-Aids in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Shua you don’t have to-”

He was gone before you could finish your sentence, and back before you could protest any further. While he was in the bathroom you hurriedly wiped your other hand on your- his- shirt in an attempt to erase any evidence of what you had been doing just moments before he had interrupted.

“Give me your hand,” Joshua instructed, taking a seat on the bed so that he was facing you.

You outstretched your arm so that he could see the damage and watched as he dabbed a tissue at the specks of blood on your skin, applying pressure to stop the flow.

“It’s just a little scrape,” you insisted.

“Still, we don’t want it to get infected.”

“I guess,” you mumbled.

Once he was sure that you had stopped bleeding he dabbed a tiny bit of Neosporin onto your knuckle and wrapped a Spider-Man Band-Aid around your finger.

“Thank you.”

“Wait, I’m not done!”

“What do you mean?”

“I have to kiss it better.”

You rolled your eyes but gave in, lifting your hand to his face princess style. He pressed a gentle kiss to the Spider-Man Band-Aid and took a moment to admire his work. It was only when he was holding your hand closer that he noticed the indents in all of your other knuckles.

“Why were you biting your hand?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

There was no use in lying about it, the marks on your hand were clearly teeth marks. He would know you were bullshitting if you tried to play it off.

“I wasn’t.”

So much for that.

Joshua blinked. “Show me your other hand.”

“What? No.”

“Show me.”

“No!”

You grabbed the comforter and pulled it tighter to you while Joshua tried to wrestle it from your grasp.

“I swear to God, y/n,” he muttered under his breath.

You put up a good fight, but he was stronger than you and tugged it off of you within seconds of struggling. He pushed you back onto the bed and used his body to pin you to the mattress so that you couldn’t wriggle away. Now that you were stuck underneath him he was able to assess the hand that you had been trying to hide. You whimpered in embarrassment and watched in horror as he brought the hand… brought the hand to his…

“Joshua, what are you doing?” you breathed out.

He looked at you brazenly and then put two of your fingers in his mouth. You shivered as he sucked the arousal, the evidence, from your fingers to confirm his suspicion.

“You’re a liar,” he said finally.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stammered.

Joshua chuckled to himself and let your hand fall back to your side. “And a brat too.” You scoffed in offense but Joshua just leaned down to kiss your forehead sweetly. “I already knew that, though.”

“Excuse you, but I am fucking delightful!” you argued.

“I never said you weren’t!”

“You just called me a brat!”

“Two things can be true at the same time.”

“I hate you.”

“So you… don’t want me to… give you a hand there?” he asked.

You paused. Was he really offering to-

“We’re friends, Joshua. You don’t have to do that.”

“I know. I want to.”

You could feel your heart beating in your throat and in your pussy. Joshua was your best friend and your roommate… but was there something more? Right now you wanted him more than you had ever wanted anyone. This couldn’t end well.

“Joshua?”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

Joshua was back on top of you as soon as the words left your mouth, pressing his lips to yours while one of his hands tangled itself in your hair. You could taste yourself on his tongue and moaned softly into his mouth. You found yourself wishing the moment could last forever, but you quickly changed your mind when you felt Joshua pressing his thigh up in between your legs. Lazily making out was nothing compared to what he was doing now. He brought a hand to your hip and urged you to move. He guided you until you were rocking back and forth on his thigh at a steady pace.

“Feel good?” he asked.

You could only nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Your panties were the only layer between your pussy and Joshua’s leg, and although they were certainly ruined by now they still provided the means to create friction that went straight to your clit.

Joshua’s hands fiddled with the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing and he tugged at the bottom of it, motioning for it to come off.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

Another nod from you and he was whisking the shirt off over your head without a second’s hesitation. He was pulling his own shirt off next, tossing it into a pile on the floor with yours. His fingers found the waistband of your panties soon after, and he played with the elastic impatiently, eager eyes searching yours for approval. You lifted your hips off of the bed so that he could take them off, leaving you completely naked before him.

Joshua let his gaze travel down your body, shamelessly admiring every dimple, curve, and freckle that was now exposed to him. You shifted under him self-consciously, silently wishing you had shaved. If you had known you’d be fucking your best friend, you would have, but it was too late now and you could only hope he wasn’t bothered by a little hair.

“How are you real,” he murmured to himself, earning an eye roll from you. Joshua reached out and dragged a finger through your folds, smiling when you flinched. “So sensitive…” he noted. “Did you cum already?”

“Yes, but it was ruined,” you admitted.

“Poor thing,” he tsked in fake sympathy, bringing his hand back up to his mouth. “Just wanna nother taste. You’re too sweet to resist.”

“Shua,” you whined.

“What is it, baby?”

“I need you.”

He smiled down at you and took you by the chin, tilting your face up towards him. “You already have me.”

“You know what I mean!”

“But I want to hear you say it.”

You groaned stubbornly and twisted your head out of his grip, only to let out a yelp when he closed a hand around your throat.

“Stop being a brat,” Joshua spat as he forced you to look at him again. “I’ll give you one more chance to be a good girl, got it? Good girls use their words to tell me what they want. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you choked out desperately.

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

“I’ll be a good girl.”

“So what is it that you need, love?”

You swallowed your pride and opened your mouth to respond. “Your cock, please.”

“Sorry, what was that?” Joshua asked, cupping a hand around his ear as if he couldn’t hear you.

“I want- I need your cock, please.”

“Atta girl,” he praised and eased the grip around your neck. “Was that so hard?”

You shook your head weakly and watched as Joshua pushed his boxers down to his thighs, then onto the floor, letting his cock bounce up against his stomach. He was fully hard already and you wondered how long he’d been like that, wondered how he had so much self-control when you barely had any.

“We can stop whenever you want, okay?” Joshua said, face softening and hand gently cupping your cheek. “Let me know if it’s too much. Just tell me what you need, baby.” You nodded obediently and met him halfway as he leaned down to kiss you. He broke away from the kiss suddenly and held a hand underneath your mouth. “Spit,” he ordered.

You complied and sat up a little to spit into his hand. He worked that same hand over his cock a few times, using your spit to lubricate it before positioning himself over you.

“Is this a good idea?” you blurted right as Joshua was about to push himself into you, suddenly aware that you wouldn’t be able to go back from this as soon as he did.

You had shoved any feelings you’d had for Joshua down for so long and it would be impossible to keep doing after sleeping with him. But you had already come this far.

“Probably not,” Joshua answered with a shrug. “Do you want to stop?”

“No. Do you?”

“No.”

“Okay, cool.”

“Great.”

A brief moment of silence lapsed while you both stared into each others’ eyes, not quite sure where to go from there.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Joshua said casually after thirty more seconds of silence.

“Yes, please do.”

You braced yourself for the stretch as Joshua pushed into you at an agonizing pace and sank your teeth into his shoulder to relieve some of the pressure. Joshua groaned at the feeling of you pulsing around his cock, a feeling which was only heightened by you nipping at his skin.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“You’re… so big,” you echoed back.

He allowed you a few moments to adjust before he moved. You were already so worked up that he slid in and out of you easily and it wasn’t long before he was pounding into you at a fast tempo. He pressed hurried kisses to your jaw and neck, leaving a trail of hickies to remember him by.

You cried out each time his cock hit your g-spot, overwhelmed and still sensitive. Joshua kissed you to drown out your moans, clamping a hand over your mouth in his stead whenever he came up for air. His other hand was up against the wall for stability, though it wasn’t helping much.

“Joshua,” you gasped.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can you choke me again, please?” you all but begged.

Joshua smirked. “Of course.”

He did as you asked and cursed when you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in closer.

“See what happens when you’re a good girl and ask nicely?” he teased, cocking his jaw arrogantly. “You get rewarded.”

You could feel your orgasm building in your abdomen as Joshua continued to thrust into you and wondered if he was close too. You guessed that he was from the way his hips had began to falter.

“Up,” Joshua commanded suddenly.

He slipped out of you and grabbed you by the shoulders, hauling you into a sitting position.

“On your hands and knees,”

“And if I don’t?” you challenged.

“You don’t want to find out.”

“Are you sure?”

“Should I finish myself off, then?” he asked, pumping his cock lazily as if he expected you to call his bluff. “Leave you here needy, not let you cum?”

“No, please!”

You quickly got into position on all fours with your back to Joshua praying that he wouldn’t make good on his threat.

“That’s what I thought,” he said. You could hear the smile in his voice.

You fell forward on your face when he shoved his cock back into you only for him to tug you upright by your hair. He fucked you like that in doggy for a minute or so before he snaked an arm around your upper body and pulled you flush against his chest. Being seated on his lap allowed Joshua the ability to touch practically anywhere on your body. He took advantage of the new position by grabbing your tits.

He was so fucking deep in you like this you couldn’t stand it. Every tiny movement brought you closer to the edge and you weren’t sure how much longer you could last.

“Shua, I’m close,” you warned through broken gasps.

“Don’t cum yet.”

“Why not,” you whined.

“You’re not allowed to cum until you answer this question for me,” he said breathlessly.

“What is it?”

“When you were touching yourself earlier, who were you thinking about?”

“I-”

“Was it Seungcheol?”

“No.”

Joshua’s fingers found your clit and began rubbing circles around it, making it that much harder not to disobey him.

“Fuck, Joshua…”

“Who was it?”

“It was you! I was thinking about you!”

“Do you always think about me?” he pressed.

“You only said one question,” you accused defensively.

Interrogating you while he had you on the brink of orgasm was not fair.

“Fine, cum.”

You cried his name as you finally came. He held you through it, your orgasm triggering his own as you clenched around him repeatedly. Your name tumbled from his lips too, while he lost himself in the midst of pleasure. You couldn’t see his face as he came, but you could imagine it, like you had hundreds of times before. The way his hair would stick to his forehead, the way he’d bite down on his lip and squeeze his eyes shut as he let go of control…

You couldn’t see him as he came, but you could feel him. You felt his entire body tense behind you, felt the warm spurts of cum fill you up, felt the way he instinctively grabbed at your throat to anchor himself.

Neither of you spoke for what felt like an eternity as you both caught your breath. Joshua collapsed on the bed with you in his arms, cock still buried inside of you. He brushed your hair out of your face and turned your head so that he could look into your eyes.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded sleepily and gave him a weak smile. “I’m good.”

“Are you sure? I wasn’t too rough?”

“No, you were perfect.”

He kissed you again without a second thought and you kissed him back. It felt familiar and warm, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Here let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling out of you.

You winced at the empty feeling, but laid in bed motionlessly and let Joshua dote on you. He used a warm washcloth in between your thighs and wrapped a new Spider-Man Band-Aid around your hurt finger. He slipped back into his boxers and tossed you another pair of his to wear before fetching you a glass of water from the kitchen and making you drink it all.

Joshua returned to bed finally and snuggled up to you instantly. You nestled yourself into the crook of his arm and rested your head on his shoulder.

“I thought I didn’t have to fuck you to sleep in your bed,” you said quietly once he had gotten comfortable.

“Shut up.” There was still a lot to discuss between the two of you, but nothing that couldn’t wait until morning. For now you were content to fall asleep in his arms and ignore all of the unanswered questions bouncing around in your mind. “For the record, I still expect my fried rice.”

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