#like the way he said 'yeah I definitely felt very attacked at first'

[birdmenmanga]

no but like the euro brady therapist playthrough is literally insane you can see this white guy literally unlearning his own biases towards asians and people of color in real time and honestly it's kinda like... more than ever, the inability to admit you were wrong instead of doubling down, and really to listen to what people have to say feels like a skill issue

like what I'm personally most impressed by is that I heard his initial take on Kim's heritage, and he was saying things like "ohhh look at you don't you feel bothered by the fact you're so distanced from your own culture" and things like that, but then afterwards in the "I was wrong about kim kitsuragi" video he actually went and articulated what kim was actually trying to say, and what other commenters had been explaining as well-- that is, his frustration that people of revachol constantly try to fit him inside their own preconceptions of Seolites and how they never truly see him as one of their own. Like I think if doubling down is the worst reaction, one level better would be to apologize, but this guy really went and internalized WHY he was wrong, to the point that he could verbalize how people actually thought about the situation before explicitly apologizing for it. and you can tell it was immensely difficult for him to do that and that he's a bit nervous throughout the video but he really did do that self-reflection and I think that's more than what a lot of people can say about themselves

[insidekatmind]

A shout of love and trouble~Jude Bellingham

The Camp Nou is packed. An ocean of blaugrana colors with a few touches of white. The atmosphere is electric, and you're there, sitting among the Barça fans, with the blaugrana scarf Pedri gave you wrapped around your neck.

Once upon a time, you would have cheered for Real Madrid without a second thought. But things change, and now you're here to support him — your boyfriend, wearing the number 8 jersey, giving his all on the pitch.

---

During the first half, Barça is struggling. Real Madrid is leading, and Jude Bellingham seems unstoppable. But as he runs across the field, you notice something strange. The way he looks at you is persistent, almost... personal. You feel drawn to him, but you try to ignore it.

Pedri, however, doesn't ignore it at all. You've noticed it right away — every time Bellingham passes near you, Pedri watches him with fire in his eyes. You're starting to get worried.

---

Second half. Barça is on the attack, and Pedri has the ball at his feet. But instead of looking for a pass, he does something insane. He lifts his gaze toward Bellingham, who is on the other side of the field, and without a second thought, fires a shot directly at him.

PUM.

The ball hits Bellingham right in the face. The crowd erupts in a mix of surprise and outrage. The referee runs toward Pedri, holding up a red card.

"¡No puede ser!" shouts a commentator.

Pedri doesn't protest. He turns toward the bench and walks off the field, but before sitting down, he casts one last glance at you. A glance that speaks for itself — he's furious.

---

As soon as he sits on the bench, you jump up and rush toward him. You slip past security, who recognize you as Pedri's girlfriend, and stop in front of him.

“Pedri, what the hell did you do?!” you ask, breathless, your heart pounding.

He looks at you with a scowl, his hands tangled in his hair. “Did you see the way he was looking at you?”

“Yes, but you can't kick a ball in his face because of that!” you exclaim, trying to stay calm. “You’ve been sent off! Do you realize that?”

Pedri clenches his jaw, still visibly angry. “I couldn't stand the way he was staring at you. It felt like he wanted to come over and take you away from me.”

"but that doesn't mean you had to throw the ball" you blurt out

"Of course I did!" He said angrily "Look at how he stared at you all game" He got frustrated and tried to explain his point of view

"Do you have a crush on him or something" He asked you

"you realize you could have blinded him"

He got angry hearing you snort and laugh at it."Well I don't care!" He said in a frustrated tone "He shouldn't have been staring at you the whole game!"

you roll your eyes and walk away from Jude who had ice on his face "hey are you okay?"

Jude was hurt and had a mark on his face from the impact of the ball but not too serious. He smiled when you approached him.

"Yeah just a bit hurt..." He chuckled"...I guess your boyfriend doesn't like me very much"

you look at him sadly. you take the compress and help him "I'm so sorry"

He smiled slightly when he felt you pressing gently on his face"Its alright, its alright" He said to calm you down"It's not your fault... your boyfriend is definitely a little jealous"

You smile sweetly and continue to help him

Jude winces in pain occasionally whenever you apply pressure in certain spots but he doesn't mind it. He looks into your eyes and looks a bit flustered. "What should you expect though... I mean, look at you... anyone would be jealous".

You blush at the compliment "thank you" He smiles at your reaction and leans back a bit

"You're just so pretty... why wouldn't he get jealous" He chuckled and then looked at your legs, then his eyes went back up to you"And your legs... geez".

you giggle softly and continue to pass him the ice pack"you're even more attractive up close"

Jude smiled as you continue to help him"You think so?" Hechuckled a bit but winced from the pain"You're definitely more pretty... just look at you" He said looking directly into your eyes.

you look him in the eye and nod "yes I think so"

Jude looks at you, surprised that you find him more attractive then you"What are you talking about? Look in the mirror. You're gorgeous" He said in a soft voice

you giggle softly and move closer to him to help him with his wound.Jude flinches slightly as the ice comes into contact with the bruised area, but he doesn't pull away, letting you continue. Jude keeps his eyes on your face, studying the way you focus on tending to his injury."You don't have to do this, you know." He says quietly, although his tone lacks any resistance.

"but I want" you say softly and see the Real Madrid bench. "sit there so I can swab you better"

he nods silently, moving to sit on the bench as you instructed. He winces again as he adjusts to the new position, the pain from his injury still present.Jude looks up at you, watching as you continue to attend to his wound

You continue to pat gently"you played a good game and above all you scored a beautiful goal"

Jude watches as you continue to pat the wound gently, a soft sigh escaping his lips"Thanks. I was lucky, I guess." he mutters, downplaying his own performance. He wasn't used to receiving such compliments, especially from you.

Jude winces slightly as the pain flares up again, but he tries to hide it, not wanting to seem weak in front of you.

You look at him sweetly"no you're good at playing I watch the games" you say sweetly continuing to dab.

Jude ooks up at you, a mix of surprise and vulnerability in his eyes."You...you watch the games?" he asks, disbelief in his voice. He couldn't believe that you actually followed his games, let alone called him good at playing football.

smile "I support Real Madrid" you simply say

Jude looks at you in disbelief, his eyebrows raising in surprise"You support Real Madrid and yet you're dating a player from Barcelona?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You smile sweetly"yeah not a great combo, huh?" chuckle

He chuckles softly "Not at all. If the fans saw, they'd probably riot." he says, a hint of playfulness in his voice. Jude looks at you, his gaze softening as he watches you tend to his injury.

You smile sweetly and continue passing him ice "you didn't deserve that ball in your face"

Jude lets out a soft sigh, wincing as the ice comes into contact with the bruised area"Yeah, tell that to Pedri." He mutters, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I told him" whispers

he looks up at you, a hint of surprise in his eyes "You did?" he asks, although he tries to hide the fact that he is impressed by your words to Pedri

nod "yes I got mad at him" you say and move closer to him to buffer him

Jude watches as you move closer, a hint of surprise on his face, but he doesn't pull away. The distance between you two is now significantly reduced, and he can feel the heat coming off your body. He lets out a soft chuckle, a smile playing at the edge of his lips "You got mad at him? For me?" you nodded sweetly

He looks at you for a moment, his expression unreadable as he processes your words.Jude was not used to someone defending him, especially someone he was attracted to. Your words made him feel something he couldn't quite describe, a mixture of surprise, gratitude, and something else, something more intense"Thanks" he mutters, his voice softer than usual.

looks at him sweetly "it's the least I can do. You didn't deserve it and you're my favorite soccer player"

he looks at you, his eyes widening at your words. Your admission that he was your favorite soccer player hit him harder than he had thought it would"I'm your favorite player?" he asks, his voice betraying a hint of disbelief and...something else

Jude stares at you, his mind racing as he processes your words. He had never heard you admit that he was your favorite player before, and it sent a wave of emotions through him."Why me?" he asks, the question slipping out before he can stop himself.

You smile sweetly and sit down next to him continuing to dab the wound"for the simple fact I like the way you play and you are a good person, both on and off the pitch and I like your mentality"

Jude listens to your words, his eyes on your face as you sit down next to him and continue to help with his injury. There was a warmth in your voice that he hadn't heard before, and it made him feel something he couldn't explain."You...like my mentality?" he asks, his voice soft and laced with vulnerability. "Yes" you simply say.

Jude looks at you for a moment, his eyes searching yours as he tries to make sense of your words. He had never heard anyone speak about him with such admiration before, at least not someone he actually knew."No one has ever said that before" he mutters, the vulnerability in his voice more apparent now.

"really?" you look shocked

he nods, his eyes not meeting yours as he looks down at the ground "Yeah. Most people just care about my performance on the pitch. They don't care about my mentality or whatever."

"well I think the mentality is also very important, without that you won't go anywhere" whisper softly

Jude looks up at you, his eyes locking onto yours as you speak. The softness in your voice and the truth in your words hit him harder than he had expected"You're right. It's not just about skill or technique, it's about believing in yourself and having the mental strength to push through the tough times."

You nod and smile sweetly. Something about your smile makes his heart stutter in his chest, and he can't help but stare at you for a moment

"You know, I never expected to have such a deep conversation about football with a girl who happens to be a Real Madrid fan." he says, a hint of humor in his voice.

you giggle softly and stop dabbing with ice and caress his face.

He feels your hand on his face, and his breath catches in his throat at the unexpected touch. Your fingers are soft and gentle against his skin, and his eyes flutter shut for a moment, lost in the sensation. Jude opens his eyes again, and looks at you, the warmth in your gaze makes his heart flutter in his chest."Why are you being so nice to me?" he mutters, his voice barely above whispering

You smile sweetly"well like I said before you are my favorite footballer and I respect you as a person" you say sweetly. you call the real doctor to get the cream*

he watches you, his heart beating loudly in his chest as you call the doctor. He can't believe how caring you are being, especially towards him"You...you really mean that?" he asks softly, his eyes searching yours for any hint of insincerity.

You nod softly "yes" you say and open the cream by putting a little on your finger

Jude watches as you open the cream and put some on your finger, his eyes fixated on your every movement"You're really going the extra mile, you know." he murmurs, a hint of awe in his voice. He had never had someone take care of him like this before.

You smile and gently rub the cream on the bruise. Jude hisses softly as the cream comes into contact with the bruise, the coldness of the ointment causing a brief pang of pain. But the feeling of your gentle touch, caressing his skin with the cream, makes him forget the pain instantly.

"Am I hurting you?" you ask softly

Jude shakes his head, a soft sigh escaping his lips"No, it's not painful. It's actually kind of...nice." he mutters, his voice soft and laced with vulnerability. The feeling of your fingers against his skin was soothing in a way he couldn't explain.

You nod and continue to massage gently. Vinicius and Kylian had come out of the locker room to see how Jude was but seeing him with you they went back not wanting to disturb.

Jude lets out a soft sigh as you continue to massage the cream into his skin, the feeling of your hands on his face making his heart flutter in his chest. He could sense the presence of Vinicius and Kylian, but he was too engrossed in your ministrations to pay them any attention.

You smile sweetly and continue to massage him with gentleness, care and precision.

Jude watches you as you continue to massage him with such care and tenderness. The look of concentration on your face as you apply the cream to his bruised skin makes his heart race, and he can't help but marvel at how gentle and sweet you are being towards him

he lets out a soft sigh, feeling a sense of comfort and security in your presence. He had suffered worse wounds in matches before, but none of them had ever felt this...intimate. He can't help but think that the pain from the injury was worth it if it meant he had an excuse for you to touch him like this

"you should be fine for the next game" you whisper softly as you continue to massage him

Jude nods, a soft smile on his lips as you whisper to him."Yeah, I think so. The cream is helping a lot." he says, his voice soft and laced with appreciation. Although, he doesn't want you to stop touching him

You smile and continue massaging him.Jude lets his eyes flutter shut as you continue to massage him, feeling a sense of relaxation wash over him. Your touch is gentle and soothing, and it's almost as if you can take away all his pain and worries with just your fingers.

He finds himself sinking into the bench, his body completely relaxed as he lets you continue massaging him. The quietness of the area, with only the sound of your soft whispers and the faint hum of the stadium in the background, creates an intimate bubble around the two of you.Jude opens his eyes slightly, stealing a glance at you. You were so concentrated on massaging him, your eyes fixed on the injury and your fingers moving with a gentle and precise touch. He can't help but think that you look beautiful like this, completely focused and caring.

Jude wonders if he’s imagining the feeling of something more than just care between the two of you. The way you touch him, speak to him, it’s all different from the other times you’ve interacted before. He doesn’t want this moment to end, but he knows that sooner or later, reality will come back and you’ll have to stop. As this thought crosses his mind, he finds himself reluctantly pulling away from you, breaking the intimate bubble surrounding the two of you. He lets out a soft sigh, not wanting to let go of the feeling of your touch.

you look at him worriedly "did I hurt you?" you whisper. Jude shakes his head, a soft smile on his lips

"No, it was nothing like that. I just didn't want to keep you for so long." He looks at you, his eyes lingering on your face for a moment longer than necessary. Jude didn't want to admit the real reason why he had pulled away, afraid of your reaction.

you soften "it's all ok it's not a bother" Jude looks at you, his heart fluttering at your words. He didn't know what it was, but something in the way you looked at him and spoke to him was making him feel things he had never felt before

"Are you sure? I don't want to keep you from anything important."

"it's all ok' whispers softly. Jude nods softly, a small smile on his lips "Okay, if you're sure."He relaxes back onto the bench, closing his eyes for a moment as he tries to find the right words to say next.

Jude opens his eyes and looks at you, his expression serious "Can I ask you something?" "Yes" you whispers softly.

He hesitates for a moment, unsure if he should ask the question that's been on his mind since you started massaging him."Why are you being so nice to me? Earlier, when the incident with Pedri happened, you defended me, even though you're a Madrid fan, and now you're tending to my injury like we're..." Jude trails off

"how?" You whisper to make him continue.Jude looks at you for a moment, contemplating his words

"Like we're...more than just friends. More than just acquaintances." he mutters, his voice soft and vulnerable, as if he's afraid of the answer he might receive.

You bites your lip "I always had a soft spot for you when I saw you play and now seeing you hurt didn't please me"

Jude looks at you, his eyes searching yours for any hint of insincerity."A soft spot, huh?" he mutters, a hint of disbelief in his voice. He had heard fans say they had a soft spot for him before, but coming from you it felt different, more meaningful.

You smile and caress his cheek "yes"

Jude teels your touch on his cheek and his breath hitches in his throat. Your gentle caress sends a jolt of electricity through him, and he can't help but lean into your touch.

Jude feels your touch on his cheek and his breath hitches in his throat. Your gentle caress sends a jolt of electricity through him, and he can't help but lean into your touch

He couldn't hold it back anymore and reached for your waist and pulled you closer to him"...you're driving me crazy here..." He mumbled under his breath

you smile and look at him.Jude pulled your waist so close that there was just a small gap separating the two of you"You have no idea what you're doing to me..."

Jude pulled your waist so close that there was just a small gap separating the two of you"You have no idea what you're doing to me...

You without thinking you climbed onto his lap.Judewas a bit taken back by you sitting on his lap all of a sudden but smiled"You... you really don't care if your boyfriend sees this..." He chuckled.

you look at him longingly "right now I only have one thing on my mind" you whisper softly

His heart pounded quicker as you whispered to him"Oh really? And what would that be" He asked teasingly as his hand snaked its way around your waist and onto your hip.

you look at his lips.He chuckled as he saw where you were looking"What are you looking at... princess" he teased

Jude pulled you closer so that there was no space between the two of you"Are you... going to lean in first or do I have to" He said in a low voice.

Your hearing his words and kiss him passionately.He was surprised for a moment when you kissed him but quickly he wrapped his arms around you tight and pulled you closer. Jude returned the kiss"mmm..." He mumbled, enjoying the sensation of your lips on his.

He broke the kiss for a second"Ive been wanting to do that forever..." Jude mumbled.

you look at him with lust "me too" you whisper

He leaned in and started trailing kisses down your neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire on your skin"You have no idea how long I've wanted you" Jude said in between kisses, his hands moving up and down your body.

You moan and give more space on your neck .Jude takes your response as an invitation to keep going. He starts leaving love bites on your neck, his lips gently sucking and biting the skin.

He moves back to your lips and claims them in a passionate kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, tasting you. His arms tighten around you, pulling you onto his lap. Jude groans as he kisses you, his hands slowly moving lower down your back.

He breaks the kiss for a second and looks at you, his eyes dark and filled with desire. Jude presses his forehead against yours and looks into your eyes"I don't think I can hold back anymore..." He says in a low voice"You're driving me crazy, you know that..." Jude mumbles as his hands move to your hips, pulling you closer to him.

He presses his forehead against yours and looks into your eyes"I don't think I can hold back anymore..." He says in a low voice

"Me neither but we're outside" you whisper

Jude looks around, realizing where they are"You're right... but it's so hard to resist you" He said, his voice laced with desire

"let's go to the closet you whisper

His eyes widen slightly as he hears your suggestion, a mischievous smirk on his face"The closet...? You're really that impatient, huh?" He teased

Jude stood up, keeping his arms around you, and started walking towards a nearby door"Come on, let's go before someone catches us..."

You followed Jude and from that night you both had a secret.

[keeryhours]

i bet on losing dogs - steve harrington x billy hargrove

Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove

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Summary:

Billy and Steve form an unlikely relationship that turns into…more? But they’re not in love, definitely not.

i know i could have loved you

but you would not let me

Warnings:

Smut (18+), mutual masturbation, handjobs, oral (both m receiving), fingering, anal sex (both receiving), spit, cumplay, Steve has very confusing feelings about his sexuality, panic attack, Billy is a dick, angst, the word “cock” is used about a million times

Word Count: 12.5k

A/N:

WOW okay so this is the longest thing I’ve ever written. I feel attached to it! I hope you enjoy. I love hearing your thoughts ❤️

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Billy Hargrove was fucking infuriating.

It was the way he thought he was better than everyone. The way he was better than everyone. The way he came in and took over Steve’s spot at Hawkins, took over all his former friends and his spot on the basketball team and the ladder of popularity. The way he carried himself with such confidence, the way he wasn’t scared to get up in Steve’s face or even touch him to intimidate him.

And it worked. Steve hated that most of all.

And he hated the way he couldn’t ignore Billy, the way he couldn’t stop thinking of him. The way he’d catch glimpses of his body in the locker room and quickly look away. But Billy always saw. He always watched Steve openly, a smirk on his stupid face. He knew that Steve watched him, and it gave him a sick satisfaction.

Billy liked to play games. When they would be at basketball practice, he would always target Steve specifically, always finding reasons to be as close to him as possible so he could whisper his taunts in his ear. Billy told himself it was about getting under Steve’s skin, but the truth was that he just liked being close to the other boy.

The first time Steve and Billy really talked was after a basketball game. It had been an intense one, Hawkins had won but only barely. Truthfully, Billy had carried the team. Afterwards the team was celebrating in the locker room, and Steve slipped out back for some fresh air.

“Good game,” the low voice had come from Steve’s right. He turned, seeing Billy leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his hand, shirtless with nothing but those little basketball shorts. He didn’t mean to stare.

Billy had smirked, pushing off the wall and walking towards Steve. “You planted your feet.”

Steve looked away, not wanting to admit he’d taken Billy’s advice. “Yeah, well.”

“Worked, huh?”

Steve didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. “Yeah.”

Billy blew his smoke out in Steve’s face. Steve had smoked cigarettes before, but he still hated the smell of the smoke. He coughed as he waved it away. “Can you fuck off?”

“Why?” Billy asked, cigarette hanging from his lips. “Don’t you enjoy my company?”

“Not really, no,” Steve grumbled under his breath. “I wanted to be alone.”

“Don’t want to celebrate with the rest of us?” Billy gently punched Steve’s chest. “Come on, pretty boy.”

Steve’s hand came up over his chest where Billy’s hand had made contact. He didn’t understand the electric feeling it left behind. It was like how Nancy had made him feel, only…different. Stronger. More intense. He didn’t like that at all. “I just didn’t feel like it.”

Billy examined the other boy’s face. “Suit yourself, Harrington.” He flicked his finished cigarette on the ground before beginning to saunter back to the door. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

Steve didn’t know what the hell he meant by that, but he had no plans to rejoin the team. He had too much on his mind, and Billy was a major part of that.

It was a week later when they were assigned to be partners for their history project. Steve felt sick to his stomach when he saw his name next to Billy’s. He didn’t want to have to interact with him any more than he had to.

“I can come to your place after school,” Billy had said after class, seeming completely uninterested. “I can’t fail this project, if I get another F in this class I’m off the team.”

Steve had just nodded. “Yeah, okay. My parents are never home, so.”

That day, Steve sped home from school and cleaned his entire room. He wasn’t sure why he cared so much, but he didn’t want Billy to see his room a mess. He wanted things to seem perfect.

For some reason.

When he answered the door to Billy, he didn’t understand why he felt so nervous. It was just Billy, his annoying teammate/classmate/nemesis. Steve hated being confused by his own feelings.

“This is my room,” Steve had said, leading Billy into his bedroom. Billy made himself at home, flopping down onto Steve’s bed.

“Nice place,” he complimented. Steve found himself blushing - he did live in a nice house, he knew that, but he still felt embarrassed whenever it was pointed out.

“Thanks,” he said, taking a seat next to Billy on the bed. “I guess we should get started?”

They attempted to get started on the project, but Billy was too distracting. Not only did he demand all of Steve’s attention any time he was around, but he was also so fucking annoying. He wouldn’t stop balling up pieces of paper and throwing them at Steve’s head while he was working.

“Can you cut that out?” Steve finally snapped, his head turning in Billy’s direction. “You’re such a child.”

Billy laughed. “It’s getting a rise out of you, isn’t it?”

Steve blushed, turning back to his textbook. “No. It’s just annoying.”

Billy licked his lips, looking over Steve. He loved irritating the other boy, loved the reactions he could get from him. He liked seeing him pissed off. He thought he was kind of cute when he was pissed off.

Steve jolted at the feeling of Billy’s hand on his thigh.

“What- what are you doing?”

“You ever fooled around with a guy, King Steve?”

The question made Steve’s blood run cold. Of course he hadn’t. He didn’t like guys in that way, he wasn’t gay. He’d never had feelings for a guy like that.

“No, of course not,” Steve said, scoffing. “What kind of question is that?”

Billy shrugged. “Nothing to be ashamed about if you had. It’s just sex.”

Steve felt himself blushing furiously. “Well, I haven’t.”

Steve felt a finger on the side of his jaw, turning his head. “Look at me, pretty boy.”

Steve cautiously met Billy’s eyes. The other boy was looking at him so intently, his gaze dropping down to Steve’s lips. Before he knew what was happening, Billy was leaning in and their lips were pressing together.

Steve’s eyes went wide, but between the feeling of Billy’s lips locking with his own and his hand tangling in the back of Steve’s hair, he found himself melting into the kiss. He wondered if this was some kind of trick, some way to humiliate him again, but he couldn’t help the way he leaned into Billy’s touch, the way he wanted more.

It quickly turned into a makeout session, Billy slipping his tongue into Steve’s mouth. Steve met his tongue eagerly, moaning into the kiss as Billy deepened it. Steve’s heart was beating hard in his chest, he still wasn’t sure if he trusted Billy, and he was confused as to why he liked this so much. He was still pretty sure he didn’t have feelings for boys in that way - but Billy was making him feel all kinds of things he’d never felt before.

When Billy pulled away, Steve looked at him wide eyed, like he couldn’t believe what they’d just done. Billy’s expression was relaxed, that cocky smirk still on his face.

“We-“

“It’s okay,” Billy laughed. “It’s okay to like it.”

Billy started coming over pretty often after that. They developed some kind of strange friendship, where they would mostly sit around, talk about basketball or recent parties, and always eventually end up making out on Steve’s bed.

Billy and Steve were shirtless, leaning against Steve’s headboard next to each other. Billy had brought a porno over, telling Steve he needed to stop moping about Nancy so much and realize there were plenty of bitches in the sea.

Now, the porno played on Steve’s small color TV while the two guys sat back watching. Steve felt awkward, he’d never looked at anything like this with someone else around before. He couldn’t help how excited it made him though, his cock hard and straining beneath his shorts.

Billy rubbed his hand over his own clothed cock, watching the scene on the TV intently. The blanket covered their laps, but Steve was still acutely aware when Billy pulled his cock out of his pants and started fisting it. Steve tried his hardest to keep his attention on the TV, but he couldn’t stop looking at Billy next to him through his peripheral vision.

It only made Steve harder. His dick was painfully hard now, the constricting shorts making him uncomfortable. He palmed himself, watching Billy’s hand moving beneath the blanket. If Billy took his out, it wouldn’t be weird for him to do the same, right?

Steve reached a hand into his shorts, wrapping his hand around his cock. It was immediate relief, and he couldn’t help the low moan that escaped his mouth. Billy’s eyes darted to Steve, his hand moving slightly faster.

Steve pushed his shorts down enough to free his cock, pumping it in his fist now but being careful to keep himself covered. He tried to watch the scene on the TV - the girl was getting bent over the doctor’s table now - but Billy’s chest and abs were flexing with every jerk of his hand, and Steve found himself watching the blankets, wondering what Billy looked like.

“You like that, Harrington?” Billy asked, his voice strained. Steve panicked for a minute before he realized Billy had been referring to the video and not himself.

“Oh, yeah,” Steve said, voice weak. If Billy had asked him what color the woman’s hair was, he was sure he couldn’t have told him.

Billy chuckled. “You ever fuck a girl like that?”

“No,” Steve admitted. Most of his sexual experiences had been pretty…vanilla. Nothing like what was happening on screen. Nothing like Billy.

“Are you into anyone?” Billy asked. “Besides Wheeler, obviously.” He looked at Steve for a moment, and Steve wondered how the hell he could look so casual with this going on.

“Um…” Steve said, knowing he wasn’t. “Michelle,” he said, the first girl that came to mind.

Billy snorted. “That shouldn’t be hard.”

It was quiet again for a while, the only sounds the moaning from the TV. Finally, Billy spoke up again. “How would you fuck her?”

Steve didn’t know what to say. “Uh…”

“Don’t overthink it,” Billy said. “How do you think about fucking her?”

“Um…” Steve closed his eyes and tried to picture it. But as hard as he tried, the only thing he could visualize was Billy kissing him again, his lips trailing lower down Steve’s body, lower and lower…

“It’s not a hard question, man.”

“I guess I think about…” Steve thought about what Billy’s cock might look like. “Kissing her, all over her body…” He thought about Billy’s hand wrapped around his cock. “Undressing her, laying her down on my bed, licking her pussy.” He thought about Billy’s annoying mouth kissing down his body until he reached his cock, which was currently throbbing in his hand. “Turning her over, fucking her from behind.” Steve’s hand sped up as he thought about Billy’s lips wrapped around his cock, the way his tongue might feel, those pink lips stretched around his girth. “Cumming in her.” Steve’s head tilted back as he thought about fucking Billy’s mouth, shutting him up, cumming down his throat. He was getting close.

The muscles in Steve’s upper body tensed, his hand moving quickly over his cock, precum providing some lubricant for his hand. His eyes stay closed as he pictures Billy doing all those things to him, and more.

“You close?” Billy asked, breathless.

“Yeah,” Steve whimpered, but he was too far gone to be embarrassed about it.

“Me too,” Billy said. His eyes locked back on the TV, and Steve listened intently to the soft groans he was letting out now. It sent chills up his spine.

Billy let out a louder groan as he came, and it pushed Steve immediately into the most intense orgasm of his life, his cum spilling over his hand and all over his stomach and thighs. A much bigger mess than he usually made.

Steve reached for the tissue box on his side table with his clean hand, taking out a handful and cleaning himself up. Billy grabbed some from the box too, hand disappearing back under the blankets.

Steve wasn’t sure what he was expecting when they were done, but it wasn’t for Billy to stand up from the bed, ejecting the tape and picking up his keys. “I’ll see you around, Harrington.”

“Uh…yeah, see you,” Steve said as Billy’s form was already retreating out of the door.

Steve jerked off another two times that night to the thought of Billy. He was confused and angry. He hated himself afterwards, wanted to slap himself for being so stupid, for even entertaining the idea of being attracted to another man, to Billy. He didn’t know what was happening to him.

Things changed after that.

Steve couldn’t stop noticing Billy now. It was torture. He was always leaned against a locker, talking to Tina or Carol or Lisa, or even Michelle. Not that Steve actually had feelings for her, but Billy thought he did, and still he caught them making out during 3rd period.

It hurt Steve, just not in the way Billy had intended.

He couldn’t stop thinking about kissing Billy. He couldn’t stop thinking about what they had done together. He couldn’t stop thinking about how badly he wished he’d gotten even a glimpse of Billy’s cock that day. And he hated himself for every one of those thoughts.

He tried to bury his feelings in girls from school, even hooked up with a girl from the class above him who was home from college visiting her family. It didn’t help. He still pictured Billy when they kissed, he still thought of Billy when he fucked them. He came to the thought of Billy every time, then felt like the absolute scum of the earth for the way he felt and for using these girls.

Something had to change.

The next time Billy suggested he come over, Steve felt like he had to put a stop to it.

“We shouldn’t hang out anymore,” Steve hissed under his breath, standing in a secluded spot outside of the gym before practice.

“Why not?” Billy asked, unbothered by the news or by the idea of anyone overhearing them.

“Because, it’s not…” Steve looked around. “It’s not right.”

“What’s not right?”

Steve looked at Billy like he was crazy. “Two guys kissing. Us jerking off together. It’s weird.”

Billy chuckled, flicking the ash from his cigarette. “It seemed like you liked it a lot at the time.”

Steve blushed furiously. “I did not like it.”

“You came pretty fucking hard.”

Steve didn’t think it was possible for him to blush any harder. He was completely flustered, lost for words in his anger. And the worst part was Billy wasn’t wrong.

“We just shouldn’t do it anymore.”

Billy shrugged. “Okay. Whatever you want, Harrington.” He stubbed his cigarette out. “Are we done here?”

Steve watched him. Everything in his chest was screaming no, I don’t mean any of it, can you please kiss me again? But he doesn’t say any of that. Instead, he said, “Yeah. We’re done.”

He watched as Billy walked off, the door of the gym closing behind him.

Steve thought ending things with Billy would help. He thought these thoughts and feelings would go away and he could go back to living his life as he was. It didn’t work.

That’s how Steve found himself pacing his room a week later, fingers itching to grab the telephone. His parents were gone for the weekend again, and he wanted nothing more than for Billy to come over. He eyed the phone, wondering just how humiliating it would be to call the other man and grovel. He wondered if what was left of his ego could take it.

He snatched the phone off the receiver, holding it to his ear and listening to the dial tone. His fingers hovered over the numbers. He had the number memorized. But did he really want to do this?

Yeah. He did.

He dialed the number, holding the phone tight to his ear as he listened to it ring. He willed Billy to pick up.

“Hello?”

“Billy,” Steve said. It was all he could think to say.

Billy laughed on the other end of the line. “I’ll be over in 30.”

He hung the phone up before Steve even processed what happened. He felt relieved, but also scared. He didn’t know what would happen tonight, if they would end up going further.

He hoped they would.

When Billy showed up, he was dressed in a button down that was half undone, a cigarette in his mouth as he entered the Harrington house. Steve started to say something about not smoking in the house, but immediately dropped it as he admired the way Billy’s ass looked in his jeans.

He followed Billy up to his own room, locking the door behind them even though he knew no one would be there. Billy made himself comfortable on Steve’s bed, finishing his cigarette and dropping it on his bedside table, getting ash everywhere. Steve was annoyed, but again he didn’t say anything.

“I brought another tape,” Billy said. “Want to watch?”

“I…yeah.”

Minutes later they were back in Steve’s bed, laps covered by the blanket. It was a different scenario on the tape this time, something more Steve’s taste. The girl even looked a bit like Nancy. But that’s not who he was thinking about.

He pumped his cock in his hand, eyes drifting over to where Billy was doing the same. Billy turned, meeting Steve’s eyes, and Steve quickly turned his head. But he’d already been caught.

“Like what you see, Harrington?” Billy teased. Steve opened his mouth for a smart response but every thought was pulled from his head when Billy pushed the blanket back off his lap, revealing his hard cock.

It was beautiful. Thick, so thick, tip red and leaking. He was long, not quite as long as Steve, but nearly. Steve’s eyes were glued to it, and he subconsciously found himself pumping his hand faster. Billy didn’t miss it.

He licked his lips as he slowly began stroking his cock again, watching Steve stare. He put on a show, squeezing his balls, slowly running his hand up the length of his dick, rubbing his thumb over his slit. He brought the precum to his lips and licked it off. Steve groaned.

Neither of them were watching the porn anymore. They were watching each other, and Steve was alarmed at how much more quickly he was approaching his release watching Billy instead. Seeing him stroking his dick. Right next to him.

So fast that Steve didn’t even have time to process, Billy reached a hand over and wrapped it around Steve’s cock. Steve removed his own hand, a strangled cry leaving his lips at the sudden sensation. Billy leaned over, spitting on the tip of Steve’s dick, his hand rubbing it over his length to spread it around. Steve crawled his own hand across the sheets between them until it reached Billy’s thigh, and he moved up, finally gripping Billy’s cock.

Billy hissed, bucking his hips up into Steve’s hand. Steve’s wide eyes darted between his hand on Billy and Billy’s on his own cock, not sure where he wanted to be watching more. “Billy,” he whined, and Billy wrapped his free hand in the back of Steve’s hair to pull him in for a rough kiss.

Billy’s tongue immediately pushed into Steve’s mouth, and they made out messily as they quickly jerked each other off. Billy bit down on his lip, causing Steve to moan into his mouth. Billy reached down to squeeze Steve’s balls in his hand before moving back to pumping his cock.

“Billy…Billy…” Steve whined, bucking his hips up against the other boy as he felt himself get closer and closer.

“That’s it,” Billy said, breathless. “Say my name. I’m the one making you feel this good. Not some girl. Me.”

Billy licked a stripe along Steve’s neck and he came hard, crying out and hips jolting up as his cum spilled all over, coating Billy’s hand.

“Shit,” Billy hissed, grabbing onto Steve’s hand and encouraging him to pump him faster. “Getting close. So close.”

“Wanna see you cum,” Steve said, voice still whiney and pleading.

“Fuck, I-“ Billy interrupted himself with a loud groan as his cum shot out over Steve’s hand, onto Billy’s thighs and the blanket on their legs. Steve watched - he didn’t think he’d ever seen anything so hot.

Billy brought his cum-covered hand to his mouth, licking all of Steve’s spend off of himself. Steve’s jaw dropped - he’d never had anyone do that before. Billy leaned in, pressing his tongue back into Steve’s mouth and forcing him to taste his own cum. Steve eagerly licked the other boy’s tongue clean, swallowing all of his own cum. When they broke the kiss, Billy picked up Steve’s hand, holding eye contact with him as he licked his fingers clean, too.

“Christ,” Steve said, his voice hoarse.

Billy smirked. “I thought you said it was weird to jerk off together?”

Steve blushed. He didn’t know what to say. Now that the excitement was dying down, he didn’t know how to feel. Now not only was he confused about his feelings for guys in general - but his feelings for Billy specifically. That terrified him more than anything.

Billy cleaned himself up, pulling his jeans back on. Steve tucked his own dick back away, not sure where to go from there. That was more than just jerking off together - that was something else. He couldn’t run from his feelings anymore after what he’d just done, and how much he liked it.

Steve started inviting Billy over himself after that. Apparently Billy was a busy guy, because more than half the time he’d tell Steve he couldn’t. He’d usually spend the next day in class hearing about how Billy had rocked some girl’s world.

Steve wanted to know what it would be like for Billy to-

No. Nevermind.

He invited the other boy over again that day after school.

“Sure,” Billy said, surprising Steve. “Why not?”

They didn’t waste any time pretending they didn’t want each other once they made it to the safety of Steve’s bedroom. Billy’s lips were on his immediately, shoving him back against the door with a loud thud. Steve gasped into the kiss, his hands squeezing onto Billy’s broad shoulders.

“You’ve been desperate,” Billy muttered against Steve’s lips. “Beggin’ me to come over every day. Miss my cock that bad?” He rolled his hips against Steve’s then, and Steve gasped as he felt Billy’s erection pressed against his own.

Steve didn’t say anything, his mind turning to complete mush at the way Billy was pressed against him.

“Answer me,” Billy said, pushing Steve against the door harder. The doorknob dug into his back.

“Yes,” Steve admitted.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I…” Steve swallowed. “I missed your cock.”

Billy smirked, satisfied at that answer. “Well, that’s all you had to say.” He rolled his hips into Steve’s again, causing Steve to moan. “You’re always so vocal for me, Harrington. So easy to make you fall apart.”

Steve couldn’t say anything. His eyes fluttered closed, pushing his hips against Billy’s for more friction on his cock. He was desperate for it, wanted the other boy to touch him so badly.

Billy ran his hands over Steve’s sides, causing goosebumps to cover his flesh. He rested his hands on his hips, pulling him tighter against him. Billy lowered his lips to Steve’s neck, biting and sucking along the skin. Steve moaned, one hand tangling in Billy’s blonde mullet.

Billy left marks all over Steve’s neck that night. Steve was too out of it in his own lust to notice at the time, but Billy knew what he was doing. He would bite down hard on the skin, soothing it with his sinful tongue. Steve melted into his arms.

“Keep yourself together, Harrington,” Billy said. “I’m practically holding your ass up.”

Steve snapped out of his haze. “Shit, I-“

“You don’t have to apologize for liking it,” Billy smirked. “Just tell me how you feel.”

“Felt good,” Steve said, his voice nothing but a breathy exhale.

“Yeah?” Billy rubbed his hand over Steve’s bulge, making him whimper. “You want my hands here?”

“Yes, please.”

Billy leaned in closer until his lips were pressed to Steve’s ear. “How about my mouth?”

Steve shuddered. “W-what?”

Billy slowly dropped to his knees in front of him. Steve watched with wide eyes, Billy never taking his own off of him. He began undoing Steve’s belt, his fingers unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans at an agonizing pace. Looking down at Billy on his knees for him, Steve was pretty sure he’d never been harder in his life.

When Billy pulled Steve’s jeans and boxers down to his thighs, his cock sprung up, long and hard and throbbing. Billy rubbed his own bulge at the sight, licking his lips.

“Look at you,” Billy said. “Such a pretty cock.”

Steve blushed again - god, he was always blushing around Billy. It was embarrassing.

Billy wrapped his hand around Steve’s length, slowly stroking him. Steve’s breath hitched in his throat, his eyes starting to flutter closed again before he forced them back open. He wanted to watch every second of this.

“Feel good, Harrington?”

“Mhm.” Steve slowly began thrusting his hips into Billy’s fist, which was moving much too slowly.

“Eager,” Billy chuckled. “What do you want?”

Steve whined. “Want your mouth.”

“Yeah? What do you want me to do with it?”

“Want you to suck my cock,” he said, his voice getting more desperate by the moment. He had one hand gripping onto the side of his dresser, the other gripping Billy’s hair. He felt like he might fall apart if he didn’t have something to hold onto.

“Who do you want to suck your cock, King Steve?”

“You, please,” he begged. “Please.”

“And what’s my name?”

Steve swallowed. “Billy.”

Billy rewarded his answer by spitting on his cock, spreading it with his fist. Then, he wrapped his pretty pink lips around the head of Steve’s dick.

“Oh, shit!”

Steve’s hips bucked forward harshly at the sudden feeling, his grip on Billy’s hair tightening. He watched with half lidded eyes as Billy looked up at him with his cock in his mouth.

Billy leaned forward, bobbing his head as he took more and more of Steve’s length down his throat. This was better than any girl who had ever given him head. He wondered how Billy had gotten so good at this.

Steve was groaning loudly. Billy had nearly taken all of him, something no girl before had been able to do. His eyes rolled back in his head as Billy took him all, his nose pressed against the soft curls at his base.

“Jesus Christ!” Steve exclaimed as Billy moaned around him, feeling like he could blow his load at any second. He’d never been so close so fast before, never seen anything as hot in his life as Billy Hargrove with a dick in his stupid loud mouth.

Billy cupped Steve’s balls, his dick twitching in his own pants as he sucked him deep. He got sloppy with it, drool slipping from around his lips, but it only made it better for Steve. It was so filthy, so wrong, so good.

“I- I think I’m gonna-“

Steve fisted Billy’s hair tightly and locked his eyes on his as he came down the other boy’s throat, hot ropes of cum spilling endlessly into his waiting mouth. When he finished, Billy pulled off, standing up and smashing his lips to Steve’s again, pushing his own cum back into his mouth. Steve took it without hesitation, moaning as he tasted himself on Billy’s tongue.

“Your turn?” Billy said when he pulled away, a teasing smirk on his lips.

“My-?” Steve’s eyes widened even further, tucking himself back away. “You want me to-?”

Billy rubbed over his obvious erection through his jeans. “I mean, would be nice.”

Steve flushed bright red. “I- I mean, I-“

Billy laughed. “You don’t have to.” He approached Steve again, his lips hovering near his ear. “Even though I know you want to. Don’t you want to know what it’s like?”

He did.

“Okay,” Steve said, voice small. “I’ll do it.”

Billy was smiling that cocky smirk as he moved back, sitting down on Steve’s bed with his legs spread wide. His erection was obvious in his tight jeans. Steve took slow, tentative steps towards him, eyeing him warily like he was afraid of something. Afraid of what?

Billy watched as Steve sunk to his knees between his legs. He reached forward, palming him. Billy hummed lightly, and Steve could feel him twitch beneath his hand. Did Billy want him as bad as he did?

He opened his belt, undid his jeans. Billy lifted his hips so Steve could pull them down his thighs. His thick cock slapped against his ab muscles. Steve noticed the precum at his tip immediately, and before he could think about what to do, he leaned forward and licked it off.

Billy groaned. “You like tasting me, Harrington?”

“Yes,” Steve said, savoring Billy’s taste on his tongue.

“Why don’t you wrap those pretty lips around my cock, then, huh?”

Steve’s cheeks burned. He moved in, carefully wrapping his lips around just the tip. It felt strange. The taste was different - not bad, but unfamiliar.

“Take it deeper,” Billy grunted from above him, his large ringed hand landing on the back of Steve’s head. He started pushing his head down, making Steve gag and pull off of him.

“Aw, come on, King Steve,” Billy said, patting him on the cheek. “You can do better than that.”

Steve glared at the other boy, but moved back to envelop him in his mouth again. He was prepared this time when Billy started pushing his head down.

“Watch the teeth,” Billy hissed. “Open your mouth wider.”

Steve opened his mouth so wide his jaw hurt. Billy was thick, it was hard to fit him all without hurting him with his teeth. But he did his best, and when Billy started groaning above him, he knew he was doing a better job.

“Fuuuck yeah, just like that,” Billy rasped as Steve took him deeper and deeper. “Come on, you’ve almost got it all. You can do it, pretty boy.”

Steve felt like he could barely breathe as he finally fit all of Billy’s cock in his mouth. He felt his tip pressing against the back of his throat, and he tried his hardest not to throw up as he gagged again. Billy laughed.

“Feels so good when you’re gagging on my dick,” he said, stroking Steve’s hair almost affectionately. “Look so pretty like this.”

Steve had tears welling in his eyes, but he kept them locked on Billy’s, needing to know if he’s doing a good job. He’s almost more surprised by the way he’s so desperate for Billy’s praise than he is that he’s currently sucking dick.

God, what the fuck is he doing?

Panic rises in his stomach and he pulls off of Billy again quickly, gasping for air. He thinks he might be hyperventilating as the air never comes no matter how hard he tries.

“Woah, are you okay?” Billy asked, sitting up straight. He held a tentative hand out, but stopped just short of Steve’s shoulder, thinking better of it. The guy was having an actual panic attack. “Hey, Steve - calm down.”

Steve’s head was spinning. He couldn’t catch his breath and he couldn’t calm his racing thoughts. He wasn’t gay, he knew this. He didn’t have feelings for Billy. So what was he doing? What the actual fuck was he doing? He couldn’t face Billy.

“You should go,” Steve said, not able to even look at him.

Billy was quiet. Eventually Steve heard him pulling his clothes back on. “Yeah, okay, man.”

Steve kept his eyes glued to the carpet until he heard the door close and knew Billy was gone. But he stayed on the floor, curled up in a ball, and thought. About a lot of things. About his feelings. About if it was okay to be gay. If he felt like that word even fit him. He did still like girls, after all, even if none of them had caught his attention lately. Even Nancy hadn’t been on his mind.

It had been all Billy. Maybe it had always been all Billy.

—

Steve avoided Billy at school. He would watch from the corner of his eye as Billy flirted with the girls, as the girls around him talked about dates they’d been on with him, how he’d fucked them. It made Steve sick to his stomach.

He asked Michelle out. She said yes. He took her to a movie and to get ice cream afterwards, and she was pretty and sweet, but Steve felt nothing for her. After the movie, he fucked her in the back of his BMW, thinking of Billy the whole time. When the image of him sitting back on his bed with his hard cock out and waiting flashed through his mind, he came, catching himself just in time to not call Billy’s name instead of the girl he was having sex with.

Basketball had become torture. Not only did he have to be around Billy, but they had to be so close. Billy was always shirtless in those tiny basketball shorts that fit him so tightly. Steve had to actively think about anything else to not get hard.

He did his best to avoid Billy entirely in the locker room. He would waste time avoiding the showers until everyone else was done, then he’d sneak in there. That’s what he did today, stripping off his clothes and walking into the showers once he was sure everyone else was gone. He took his time under the water, letting it run over his body and take his mind off his mess of a life.

His eyes shot open at the sound of someone walking in. Panic struck him again as he saw Billy sauntering into the showers, naked with a towel over his shoulder.

“Harrington,” he greeted like nothing had happened between them.

“Hargrove,” Steve finally said, actively avoiding eye contact with his dick.

Billy started the shower next to him and stepped under the water. Despite trying not to look at all, he finds himself watching the way the water droplets fall down Billy’s strong chest, tracing through his pectoral muscles.

Unbeknownst to Steve, Billy was returning every look. His eyes tracing down Steve’s body, looking at his cock with no shame, his chest hair, the delicious curve of his ass.

Steve finished up his shower at the same time Billy was turning his water off. Steve dried his hair as much as he could with the towel and then went to wrap it around his waist, but he was stopped by a pull on the rough fabric.

He turned, finding Billy standing much closer than he had been before, his fingers wrapped around the edge of the towel. Steve furrowed his brow at Billy, prepared to ask what the fuck he thought he was doing, when Billy grabbed him by the hips and pulled him close.

Steve’s eyes widened as he crashed into Billy’s hard chest. His dick was pressed up against the other boy’s, and he felt himself twitch to life.

“What do you want?” Steve whispered. He was close enough that he knew he’d hear.

“I think you’ve missed me,” Billy teased. “Have you come to terms with liking cock yet?”

Steve was, once again, at a loss for words. “I don’t-“

“You and I both know you do,” he said, leaning in slowly until he was placing a gentle kiss at the corner of Steve’s mouth. He slowly trailed his lips across Steve’s jaw until he reached his ear, biting softly on his earlobe. Steve gasped, his eyes falling closed. Billy rolled his hips against Steve’s, their cocks pressing together as Steve felt himself hardening. The last thing he needed was a fucking boner in the locker room showers.

“Do you want to invite me over?” Billy whispered into Steve’s ear.

Steve froze. But, god, what was the point of fighting it anymore? He nodded.

Billy chuckled as he pulled away. “I have a date,” he said. “But I’ll catch you around.”

He swung the towel over his shoulder again and left the showers, leaving Steve standing there dumbfounded. What game was Billy playing with him?

—

He didn’t have another encounter with Billy for two weeks, besides at practice, where he left him alone for once. It was strange. And, god help him, Steve missed him.

He just moped now, worse than when Nancy broke up with him for Jonathan. He was miserable. Tommy teased him endlessly, but Steve knew it would be much worse if he knew the real reason.

Steve was home, working on his homework when his mom knocked on his bedroom door.

“Steve?” She said, poking her head through the crack in the door. “There’s a friend here to see you.”

He was confused. Who would be here to see him? If it were Tommy, his mom would have just said Tommy. “Uh, okay,” he said.

His mom slipped back out, leaving the bedroom door open. Steve watched, but he knew who it was the second he saw that tight denim, smelled the cologne and cigarettes.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, feeling panicked. His parents were home for once. They couldn’t do this, especially not now. His dad would never look at him the same again if he found out what Steve had been doing.

“Came to see you,” Billy said simply. He closed the door and Steve heard the lock click. He slowly began walking towards where Steve sat at his desk, resting his hands on his shoulders.

Steve focused back on his homework - well, looked at it, at least. He couldn’t focus on anything when he felt Billy’s lips on his neck. “Come on, Harrington,” he mumbled. “You did miss me, didn’t you? Aren’t you happy to see me?”

Steve shuddered. “I…I am.”

He felt Billy’s smirk against his neck. “Why don’t you come sit on the bed with me?” He pushed Steve’s homework to the other side of the desk. “Take a break, huh?”

Billy moved away, and Steve slowly stood up from the desk and followed - just like Billy knew he would. He took a seat on the bed next to him, wondering what he had planned this time. What boundary they would push, what line they would cross.

While his parents were home downstairs.

Steve prayed they wouldn’t hear any part of what was about to happen.

They started off kissing again, but Billy’s lips met his softly this time, and they moved together almost tenderly. Steve’s heart beat hard in his chest, his hand resting on Billy’s thigh. Billy reached over to start palming him over his jeans, and Steve began to unbutton his shirt.

He reluctantly pulled away from Billy’s lips to look at his exposed chest as he pushed the shirt off his shoulders. He had the perfectly sculpted body. Perfect abs, perfect pecs, perfect everything. His necklace sat in the middle of his chest, and Steve wondered what the cool metal would feel like against his own skin.

Billy reached for Steve’s shirt next, pulling it over his head. Steve felt a little self conscious - he knew he had way more chest hair than Billy, and so far chicks dug it, but would Billy?

He got his answer fast enough as Billy trailed his hand over Steve’s chest. He started pressing kisses over his neck and chest, and Steve’s eyes fell closed. He moaned, fingers trailing through Billy’s mullet.

“Feels good,” Steve breathed, feeling himself nearly fully hard in his jeans.

“Yeah?” Billy said quietly. He flicked his tongue over Steve’s nipple, making him shudder.

“Yeah.” Billy palmed Steve’s bulge harder, his neglected dick aching in his jeans. He grabbed Steve’s hand and put it over his own cock. Thankfully, he got the memo and started returning the favor.

“Do you wanna suck my cock again?” Billy asked, moving back to look into Steve’s eyes. “You don’t have to.”

Steve thought for a moment. “Yeah…I want to try again.”

Billy grinned, leaning back on his hands and nodding down between his legs expectantly. Steve rolled his eyes, but moved to his knees on the floor anyway. He undid Billy’s belt and jeans, pulling them down his thighs again. He practically groaned at the sight of Billy’s cock again.

Steve leaned forward, gathering the spit in his mouth and spitting it onto Billy’s cock. His dick twitched at the action, and Billy grabbed Steve’s face harshly, forcing him to look up at him. Steve froze, eyes wide as he waited to see what Billy would do.

“Open,” Billy said, and Steve obeyed. Billy spat into Steve’s waiting mouth. “Swallow.”

He didn’t know how he didn’t find it gross, but Steve closed his mouth and swallowed. Billy grinned again. “Good boy.” It made Steve’s dick twitch.

He let go of his face, letting Steve get back to his job. He wrapped his lips around Billy’s cock again, making sure to keep his mouth open wide as he took his thick length deeper and deeper. It was still weird, and if he thought too hard about what he was doing he might work himself into another panic attack, so he doesn’t and just enjoys the moment.

And he loves it. He didn’t realize how much Billy would be at his mercy like this, even despite the way he was grabbing onto Steve’s hair and bucking his hips up into his mouth. It was still Steve who was doing the work, making him fall apart the way he was.

Billy was groaning loudly, loud enough that Steve was worried his parents would hear. He tapped Billy on the thigh, hoping he’d get the hint. He seemed to, because he definitely quieted down, his moans turning breathy and whiney.

Steve took him all the way, only gagging a little this time. “Fuck, good boy,” Billy said, and Steve felt himself come alive from the praise.

He started sucking Billy’s dick in earnest, bobbing his head up and down and making a mess like Billy had done for him. He watched as Billy’s head tipped back, his stomach muscles tightening.

“Shit, gonna cum Harrington,” Billy warned, grabbing Steve’s hair tighter. “Can I cum down your throat?”

Steve hummed in answer, hollowing his cheeks to suck hard, which made Billy cry out a little too loud and buck his hips up. Steve maintained control, moving down to lick and suck at Billy’s balls while he stroked his cock in his fist.

“Oh, Christ,” Billy said. “Fuck, Steve-“

Steve was surprised as Billy came with a strangled groan, his cum shooting out and landing all over Steve’s hand and face. He closed his eyes to keep the cum from getting in them.

“God, you look good like that,” Billy said, chest heaving. “Wish I had a camera.”

“I have one,” Steve said, and he wasn’t sure why. “Top shelf in my closet.”

Steve felt Billy stand and move, heard the closet door open, but he was back as quick as he came. He took his seat back on the bed, and seconds later Steve heard the click and whirr of the polaroid camera.

He heard Billy pull some tissues from the box, then wiped up the mess on Steve’s face. “Thanks,” he muttered, taking a few more tissues to clean his hand.

“Wanna see?” Billy asked, looking at the photo in his hand with a wicked grin. Before Steve could answer, he turned the polaroid around, showing Steve the image of himself, face covered in Billy’s load. He felt his whole body heat bright red.

“You can’t show that to anyone,” Steve said quickly. It was obvious it was him in the picture. The idea of what would happen if it were to get out made him feel sick to his stomach.

“I would never,” Billy said. “You think I share my trophies?”

Trophy.

Before he could think too hard about what that meant, Billy was pulling Steve up and back onto the bed. He pushed him back, kissing him deeply as he slid the photo into his back pocket. Steve fell back onto the pillows with Billy climbing over him. They were both still shirtless, Billy’s pants still half undone.

He started working Steve’s jeans open, pushing them and his boxers down until they were completely off, tossing them somewhere in the room. Steve was completely naked under Billy now, something he hadn’t yet experienced.

Billy’s cock was hardening again as it rubbed against Steve’s. They kissed passionately and eagerly, tongues moving together in practiced rhythm. Steve had lost count of how many makeout sessions they’d had at this point, but this was different. This had him feeling things deep in his chest that really scared him.

Billy reached a hand between them, grasping both their cocks in his large fist. He started stroking them together, and the sensation of Billy’s hand and his cock pressing so tightly against his own had him moaning louder than he intended.

“Fuck- God, Billy-“

“Like that?” Billy breathed. “So pretty when you blush for me like that, Harrington. Such a pretty boy.”

Billy placed sloppy kisses all over Steve’s neck, chest, and stomach, working his way down. He was just about to lick along the underside of his cock when there was a knock at the door.

“Steve? Everything okay in there? I heard some weird noises.” Steve’s mom turned the doorknob, finding it locked.

Steve shoved Billy off of him, both boys scrambling for their clothes in record time. “Yeah, I’m fine, mom! We were just…watching a movie!” Steve cringed at his own excuse, Billy chuckling quietly in the corner as he buckled his belt.

“Why is the door locked?”

Steve froze. “Uh…it was an accident. I’m sorry.” Both dressed, he unlocked the door, hoping he looked casual. “Sorry, mom.”

His mom looked into the room, finding Billy sitting on the bed, the sheets disturbed but nothing else out of the ordinary. “Okay…” she said, a little confused. “Well, let me know if you two need anything.”

“Will do…” Steve said quietly as she left and he shut the door behind her again, not locking it this time. He leaned back against it. “Jesus Christ, that was close.”

“I guess after that, I should get going,” Billy said, picking up his keys and making sure the polaroid was still in his pocket. “I have a date. Sorry you didn’t get to cum.”

And with that, he was gone.

—

Steve was relieved when his parents were gone again. It meant Billy could come over without worrying about being caught.

He picked up the phone, dialing the number he had looked at so often, dreaming of calling again. He listened to it ring with baited breath.

“Hello?” Came Billy’s voice, bored.

“Can you come over?” Steve breathed into the receiver. “I…I miss you.”

Billy chuckled lowly into the phone. “Sure, Harrington.”

Billy was over in record time, which made Steve wonder if he was just as excited to see him. The only car in the drive was Steve’s, so when Billy walked up to the front door Steve was standing in, he grabbed his jaw with his strong hand and smashed his lips against his.

Steve moaned into the kiss, before realizing the door was still open and any of his neighbors could see. He pulled Billy into the house, slamming the front door. Billy pushed him up against the wall, kissing him fiercely.

“Billy-“ Steve said into the kiss.

“I missed you too, Harrington,” Billy whispered, so quiet Steve wasn’t sure he really said it.

Billy pulled away, nodding towards the stairs. Steve headed up, Billy following behind, watching his ass in his jeans. Up in his room, Steve pushed Billy’s leather jacket off his shoulders, and started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Excited today?” Billy asked, a wicked smirk on his face. He licked his lips as Steve’s fingers worked on his shirt. “I didn’t take you for desperate, King Steve.”

“Shut up,” Steve said, getting the shirt open and pushing it off. “Just wanna see you.” He leaned forward and did something he had often dreamed of doing when watching Billy in the locker room - run his tongue over the muscles of his chest. Billy gasped, surprised by his actions, but didn’t stop him. Steve trailed his tongue lower and lower, licking over Billy’s abs, down until he fell to his knees and reached the waistband of his jeans.

“God, Harrington,” Billy said, his head falling back on his shoulders.

“Want you so bad,” Steve said, pulling open Billy’s belt and jeans. He pushed them down, Billy’s hard cock springing free. Steve groaned, immediately wrapping it in his fist and licking the tip. Billy hissed, hips bucking forward.

“Shit- get on the bed.”

Steve obeyed, moving to sit on the bed as Billy stepped out of his clothes, moving to join him completely naked now. He slowly laid Steve down, kissing him with an alarming amount of passion. Steve tangled his fingers in Billy’s curls as their lips moved together.

He didn’t think this was just sex anymore.

Billy’s hands trailed up Steve’s stomach and chest until he was pulling the shirt over his head, then moving down to get him out of his jeans and boxers, too. Both boys were completely naked now, bodies intertwined as they made out on the bed. Billy’s hands were everywhere, over Steve’s sides, his back, his chest, squeezing his ass. Steve could barely breathe, the emotions swirling in his brain and chest too intense even without the way Billy was making him feel physically. They were both rock hard, cocks pressed together between them as they rutted their hips together, both of their precum coating their lengths.

“Turn over,” Billy said, and Steve froze.

“W-Why?”

“I think you know why,” Billy chuckled. “Come on, King Steve.”

Steve thought about it. If he’d thought he reached the point of no return before, he was definitely reaching it now. But he did want this - he wanted it so bad his cock was throbbing.

He turned over onto his stomach, and Billy grabbed his hips, pulling him up until he was on his knees with his back arched. He felt Billy’s hands on his ass, rubbing over the skin. He spread them and Steve heard him spit before he felt it on his hole, making him jerk forward.

“Calm down, it’s okay,” Billy said.

Steve’s body naturally clenched up when he felt Billy’s finger at his entrance. He just rubbed over his hole at first, and it felt kind of nice.

“Do you have lube?”

“Uh…no,” Steve answered. Why would he have lube? The girls he fucked got plenty wet for him.

“Good thing I brought some then,” Billy said with a laugh, moving off the bed and towards his jeans. He dug into one of the pockets, pulling out a tiny bottle before climbing back behind Steve.

“You’re gonna have to relax or it’s gonna hurt,” Billy told him.

Steve tried his best to relax his whole body, but the feeling of Billy’s finger at his entrance again had him nervous. Then Billy was slowly pushing inside, stretching him out.

Steve whined at the feeling. He could imagine the smirk on Billy’s face behind him. It felt good. Billy pushed in all the way to the knuckle, pressing against something deep inside Steve that had him gasping.

“Feel good?” Billy asked as he slowly started pumping his finger.

“Yeah,” Steve moaned, head falling forward against his pillows. He cried out when he felt Billy add in a second finger.

“You know my dick’s much bigger than my fingers, right?” Billy laughed. “If you can’t take these…”

“No, I- I can take it.”

“Good boy.”

Steve keened at Billy’s praise, his back arching as Billy pumped both fingers inside of him. “Feels good, Billy.”

“Good.” Billy pulled his fingers out, making Steve whine at the loss, subconsciously pushing his hips back. He felt Billy’s erection pressed against his thigh.

Billy opened the bottle of lube again, coating his thick cock with it. He stroked his dick, making sure it was all lubed up. He wanted to make it as comfortable for Steve as possible.

“Are you ready?” He asked, lining his tip up at Steve’s hole.

Steve grabbed onto the sheets, clenching them tight in his fists. He couldn’t believe he was actually about to do this. He couldn’t believe he wanted this so badly. He couldn’t believe how painfully hard he was just at the thought. “Yeah.”

Billy slowly pushed inside, a loud, low groan coming from his pretty lips. Steve’s eyes went wide, the feeling making him cry out again. Billy soothingly stroked his back. “It’ll stop hurting. Just give it time.”

The thing was that it did hurt, but it also felt amazing. Steve had never even dreamed of anything like this in his life. As Billy pressed in deeper, Steve found himself moaning, and he felt so full as Billy finally bottomed out.

“Fuck, Harrington, so fucking tight,” Billy groaned, trying not to cum right away. “I’m not gonna last long.”

“Please, fuck me Billy,” Steve whined, pushing back against him. Now that he’d gotten used to the feeling, he needed more, desperately.

Billy started moving his hips, the hottest moans coming from him. Steve’s eyes fell closed as Billy fucked him, holding onto the sheets and pillows for leverage. It felt amazing, like everything all at once.

Billy grabbed onto Steve’s hair, pulling his head back as he pounded into him. “Fuck, yeah, Steve. Feels so fucking good. You like that? You like getting fucked by me?”

“Yes,” Steve moaned. “I fucking love it.”

“Tell me who’s fucking you so good. What’s my name?”

“Billy,” he moaned again. “Billy, Billy, Billy.”

Billy groaned loudly, his body pitching forward as the sound of Steve saying his name over and over nearly made him cum right then and there. He pulled out and slapped Steve on the ass. “Turn over.”

Steve flipped onto his back, looking up at Billy. Billy loved how fucked out the other boy’s expression looked, like all he wanted was for Billy to stick his dick back inside him. Which he would gladly do.

Billy pushed Steve’s legs up, lining himself up at his hole again. He pushed inside faster this time, and Steve’s back arched off the bed as he whined at the feeling. His neglected cock was laying against his stomach, tip red and leaking. It twitched against him as Billy filled him again, and Billy wrapped his hand around it, making Steve moan again.

“More, more,” Steve begged.

“Such a pretty boy,” Billy praised, fucking him in earnest again. “You gonna cum from me fucking your ass?”

“Yes, yes,” Steve said. “‘m close.”

Steve opened his eyes finally, finding Billy staring right into his eyes. Steve’s went wide, seeing some kind of unfamiliar intensity behind Billy’s expression. Billy leaned down and kissed him, tenderly, as he thrusted his cock in and out.

Oh, god.

Steve was in love.

When Billy pulled back and looked him in the eyes again, something like love behind them, it shoved Steve over the edge. He came hard with a loud cry, his cum splattering up and over Billy’s fist and his own stomach.

Billy’s eyes were locked on Steve’s cock as he watched him come. He groaned - “Steve, oh fuck, Steve!” - then he was cumming inside him, the most intense orgasm of his life wracking through his body.

They caught their breath together, looking at each other with so much unspoken behind it. Steve almost said it then. I love you. I love you. I love you.

But he didn’t.

Billy pulled out, grabbing tissues to clean them both up. Steve expected him to just hand him the box, but Billy cleaned him up himself. He fell onto the bed next to Steve when he was done.

Steve wasn’t sure what to do. After having sex with girls, usually they’d want to cuddle up to him. It didn’t sound bad, but he wasn’t sure how Billy would feel about that.

He tentatively moved closer to the other boy, wanting to be close to him. His eyes slowly traveled up his body until he was looking at his face. Billy was looking right back at him. He reached a hand out, placing it on Steve’s cheek. Billy just looked at him. Steve’s heart was thudding hard in his chest.

“Go for a ride with me tomorrow,” Billy said, catching Steve by surprise. “Tomorrow night.”

Steve’s eyes were locked on Billy’s. “Yeah, okay.”

Billy smiled softly. Then he was sitting back up, reaching for his clothes.

“You’re leaving?” Steve asked, surprised how hurt he felt about it.

“Yeah,” Billy said. “I’ve…I’ve got some shit to do.”

Steve stayed in the bed as he watched Billy redress himself, combing his fingers through his mullet to try to tame the blonde curls. He pulled his pack of cigarettes from his pocket. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Harrington.”

“I…okay.”

He watched Billy leave, remaining in the bed long after he was gone. He had a lot to work through in his head - things were getting more intense than he knew what to do with.

He loved Billy. He was sure of it now. And that terrified him.

—

The next evening, Billy pulled up in the blue Camaro as promised. Steve had been waiting on the porch steps, maybe looking a little too eager. He walked down the steps towards the car, reaching for the passenger side door, but Billy beat him to it, reaching across and pushing the door open for him. Steve smiled softly as he slid into the seat. Billy started driving, Metallica blasting from the speakers.

“Where are we going?” Steve asked.

“Lover’s Lake,” Billy said, a smirk on his face. Steve blushed. It was already starting to get dark. He hoped they’d be the only ones there. Lovers Lake was always a popular spot on Friday and Saturday nights, but there was a chance they’d have some privacy tonight.

Billy drove the familiar route, finally reaching the wooded area and finding a spot overlooking the lake. Steve was relieved that he was right, it was deserted tonight. Billy shut the car off.

His hand tangled in Steve’s hair, just playing with the locks for a minute. It felt nice. Steve’s eyes closed as he enjoyed the feeling.

“Such a pretty boy,” Billy muttered, mostly to himself. He looked at Steve so intently it made him blush.

He pulled Steve’s head towards him, and they met in the middle over the center console. Their lips brushed together softly at first, electricity sparking through both boys’ bodies. Then Billy was pushing in harder, lips moving against Steve’s slowly but with so much passion behind them. Steve’s hand brushed Billy’s exposed chest through his button up shirt, feeling his smooth skin, his hard muscles. It was so much different than feeling up a girl, but he loved it.

Billy groaned into the kiss, playing with the hair at the back of Steve’s neck. His other hand rested on Steve’s thigh, not rising any higher yet, just holding onto him.

Steve had never had a kiss make him feel these types of feelings before. At least, not this strong. Sure he cared for Nancy, even thought he loved her, but he knew better now. He knew what he had with Nancy was nothing. The way he felt with Billy was like nothing else. He loved him.

Billy intensified the kiss, his tongue sliding along the seam of Steve’s lips. He opened, gladly welcoming Billy into his mouth. Their tongues met tentatively at first, even though they’d done this many times by now.

Billy tasted like cigarettes and beer. Which might not sound like a nice combination, but Steve was obsessed. It was so distinctly Billy. It had his heart fluttering, butterflies in his stomach like he’d never felt, tingling in his skin.

He falls in love for real, and it has to be with Billy Hargrove.

But Billy wasn’t so bad, was he? The more time they spent together, the more Steve enjoyed his company, even outside of the sex. He put on a tough exterior, but when they were together, there was something behind it. Something Steve really liked.

Billy’s hand moved from the back of Steve’s head around to caress his cheek, his thumb stroking the skin there as they kissed. His lips were softer than anyone would think, so plush and pink and gentle. Steve never heard of Billy being gentle with anyone before. It made his mind race.

Billy pulled away slowly, like he didn’t ever want to stop kissing Steve. “Let’s get in the back.”

Steve didn’t need to be told twice, climbing over the seats and into the back. Billy joined him, his larger body maneuvering through the car with a bit more difficulty, even though he’d been back here with girls countless times.

In the backseat, their lips met again, kissing more frantically this time as their hands groped at each other, tearing at each other’s clothes. Steve had Billy’s shirt off in record time, needing to see him bare again. He’d been dreaming about it.

They undressed each other quickly as they kissed, Billy pulling Steve’s shirt off as Steve worked at Billy’s belt and jeans. He pushed Billy’s jeans down to his thighs then leaned over, wrapping his lips around his cock.

Billy moaned in surprise, his hand grabbing onto Steve’s hair again. “Fuck, Steve.”

Steve moaned around his cock, loving the feeling of having Billy in his mouth. He bobbed his head quickly, taking him deeply. He hit the back of his throat and Steve gagged, but he kept going. Billy’s thighs were trembling beneath his hands, and it was so hot.

“Fuck, Harrington, I’m gonna cum if you keep sucking my cock like that,” Billy said, his hand tightening in Steve’s locks, moving his head faster. He started thrusting up into his mouth, fucking his face. Spit dribbled from Steve’s mouth, coating Billy’s cock and balls and thighs. He cupped Billy’s balls in his hand, squeezing them gently as he continued taking him deep down his throat.

“You like sucking cock, King Steve?” Billy taunted.

“Mhm,” Steve hummed around Billy, causing him to hiss and buck his hips harder.

“Only mine, huh?”

Steve hummed again. Only Billy.

Billy groaned loudly, his hips canting up into Steve’s mouth and he pulled on his hair as he came in his mouth, coating his tongue and throat in endless hot ropes of his cum. Steve took it all greedily.

“Open your mouth, let me see,” Billy said, chest heaving.

Steve pulled off of Billy’s cock, keeping it all in his mouth. He opened, sticking his tongue out and showing Billy his cum covering his tongue. Billy leaned forward and licked at Steve’s mouth, tasting himself and taking it all back. Steve moaned into the kiss, loving the feeling of Billy’s tongue against his own.

When Billy pulled back, he had some of his own cum smeared on his lips. Steve wiped it away with his thumb, bringing it to his mouth and sucking it clean. Billy smirked in appreciation.

Steve felt the urge again to say it. I love you. I love you. I love you.

But he didn’t.

Billy’s spent cock rested against his thigh as he reached for Steve’s jeans, undoing them and pulling them and his boxers down his thighs. “Do you wanna fuck me this time?”

Steve’s eyes went wide. “What?”

“You heard me,” Billy said, kissing at Steve’s neck. “Do you wanna fuck me?”

God, did he.

“Yes,” Steve whined, the feeling of Billy biting and sucking at his neck sending his mind into a haze. “I wanna fuck you.”

Billy pulled away, reaching into the front seat. He opened the glove compartment and pulled out a bottle of lube. He handed it to Steve, who took it with shaking hands. He looked at it like he had no idea what to do with it, even though he very much did. He was still a little sore from last night.

“Just cover your cock in it,” Billy said, looking at Steve with an eyebrow quirked. “‘s easy.”

Steve stroked his cock a few times, watching as Billy’s twitched back to life at the sight. He opened the bottle and squirted some of the lube on his dick. He was about to use his hand to coat himself with it, but Billy pushed him out of the way, wrapping his hand around his cock himself. He stroked Steve agonizingly slowly, eyes locked on his blissed-out face as he tilted his head back against the seat with his eyes closed.

Once he was completely covered, Billy moved onto his knees on the seat. Steve got behind him, painfully hard and ready. He rubbed his hands over the skin of Billy’s perfectly round ass, admiring the view from back here. Both boys were still partially clothed, jeans hastily shoved around their thighs. It made it even hotter, Steve thought, like they were so desperate to fuck each other they couldn’t wait. Which was true.

Steve lined himself up at Billy’s hole, rubbing the tip along it and spreading the lube. Billy moaned, pushing back so Steve’s tip slipped inside. Steve gasped at the sudden tightness around his head, it was so tight. He couldn’t help himself as he pushed in more without asking if it was okay, but Billy didn’t seem to mind. Both boys groaned loudly at the intrusion. Billy felt better than any pussy.

“Jesus,” Steve hissed out as he bottomed out inside of Billy. “Feels so good, holy shit.”

Billy chuckled breathlessly. “Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah.” Steve slowly pulled out until only his tip was left, then pushed in again with a loud, pitchy moan. Billy groaned too, reaching down to grasp his rapidly hardening cock.

“Fuck me, King Steve,” Billy rasped out. “Show me what you can do.”

Steve sped his hips up, thrusting into Billy quickly now. He gripped onto Billy’s hips, pulling him back against him with every thrust. Billy’s head dropped forward as he pumped his cock in his hand, and Steve thought he had never heard moans as hot in his life.

“God, feels amazing,” Billy moaned. “I’m gonna fucking cum again.”

“Yeah? I’m gonna make you cum?”

“Fuck yeah,” Billy said with a smirk, repeating Steve’s words from earlier.

Steve rubbed his hands over Billy’s skin, feeling him all over. He was the most beautiful person Steve had ever seen. And watching him fall apart on his cock was even better.

“Cum for me then,” Steve said, fucking into Billy harder. “Show me how good I’m fucking you.”

Steve reached around his body and grabbed Billy’s cock himself, jerking him off fast. Billy’s groans got louder and louder as Steve brought him to the edge, Steve’s cock pressing right against his prostate and making him see stars.

Billy came with a loud groan, cum shooting onto the seat below him, but he’d worry about that later. Steve wasn’t far behind him. He started thrusting faster and harder, chasing his own release inside of Billy.

“Fuck, fuck. Gonna cum in you. Gonna fucking cum in you.”

“Do it, pretty boy,” Billy rasped. “Go ahead and fill me up.”

Steve’s orgasm hit him like a wave, rushing through his body as he pitched forward, moaning a loud “Ahhhh!” as he came inside of Billy. Every time he fooled around with Billy he felt like he had the best orgasm of his life, but this was something else entirely. He had never come so hard, so much, in his life. He rode it out, thrusting shallowly until he was spent.

Steve pulled out, and Billy grabbed a towel from the floor to clean them (and the seat) up. He pulled his pants back up and turned over, laying on his back, catching his breath. Steve leaned over his body slowly. Billy watched him with a confused expression.

“Harrington? What are you-“

Steve pressed his lips to Billy’s. He kissed him slowly, conveying everything that had been swimming in his mind into a single kiss. When he pulled back, he looked Billy in the eyes.

“I love you.”

Billy’s eyes widened. There was a minute of silence, and then Billy was pushing Steve off of him. Steve staggered back, surprised. “Billy?”

“Don’t say things like that,” Billy said quickly, pulling his shirt back on. He was redressing as fast as he could.

“Why not?” Steve asked, hurt. He looked at Billy with his big brown eyes filled with sadness, confusion. “I mean it. I love you.”

Billy got in Steve’s face then. “I said don’t fucking say things like that!”

Steve flinched, not understanding why Billy was suddenly so upset. He hasn’t been this upset with him since they’d started hooking up. “Okay,” he said quietly, defeated. “I won’t.”

Billy backed away, looking at him like he might have something else to say. But then he grabbed Steve’s shirt, balling it up and shoving at his chest. “Get dressed. I’m taking you home.”

He climbed back into the front seat, Steve trailing behind him after pulling his shirt back on. Billy started the car and tore out of the parking spot while Steve was still buckling up.

Neither of them said a word the whole way home. Steve watched the street lights pass as they drove, thinking about what he’d done wrong. Where he had messed up. Why didn’t Billy love him back?

Billy dropped him off and still didn’t say anything. Usually he’d hit him with the “See you around, Harrington,” but not this time. Steve waited, but when he realized Billy really wasn’t going to speak, he opened the car door.

“See you,” he said. Billy didn’t acknowledge him.

Steve laid in bed that night, tears in his eyes as he hugged his pillow. He hadn’t cried like this since he found out Nancy cheated on him.

He thinks it may feel worse this time.

—

Billy didn’t talk to Steve after that. Not for weeks. Steve would try to confront him in the halls, but he would turn away, locked in conversation with some girl. At basketball practice, Billy barely acknowledged him. In the locker room, he showered and left as fast as possible. He surrounded himself with Tommy and Carol and Tina and all the other girls so Steve wouldn’t have the chance to talk to him at all.

It broke Steve’s heart.

He had gone from hating Billy Hargrove, to fooling around with him, to falling in love. And now Billy wanted nothing to do with him.

He had to do something about it.

Steve knew where Billy lived. He’d never been over, but he’d given Max a ride home. He knew the way there. He could go, confront Billy so he couldn’t run away this time.

That’s what he’d do.

Steve waited around for a while after school, giving Billy a few hours to hopefully make sure he’d be home. When the sun began to set, he grabbed his keys and made his way to his BMW.

He was glad to see there were no cars parked out front besides Billy’s Camaro. He didn’t want to have to deal with parents, he’d heard Billy’s dad was a major dick.

Steve walked up the steps, knocking on the door. He waited, looking around awkwardly. He knew Billy had to be home, his car was here.

Finally, the door swung open with an irritated-looking Billy on the other side. He was dressed in his tight jeans, maroon button up shirt that was half undone. His necklace hung between his pectoral muscles. Steve could smell the cologne the second he opened the door.

Billy’s expression darkened when he saw Steve. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to you,” Steve said.

“We don’t have anything to talk about.” Billy went to slam the door in his face.

“We do,” Steve said, reaching a hand out to catch the door. “Please don’t shut me out like this.”

Billy threw his head back, a loud laugh coming from his chest. “It’s not my fault you got attached, Harrington. That’s cute, though.”

He turned and walked through the house. Steve followed, closing the door behind him. He followed Billy to his bedroom. It was tidy, smelled like cigarette smoke (in fact, there was one currently burning in the ashtray), and had posters of models taped to the walls. It was distinctly Billy.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked as he watched Billy fixing his hair in the mirror, cigarette back between his lips now. He exhaled the smoke as he sprayed some hairspray on a curl.

“I have a date,” Billy said simply.

Steve looked at him. “Are you seriously trying to say you didn’t feel anything for me?”

Billy chuckled as he put the cigarette out in the ashtray, walking over to the other side of his room. “No. It was just sex.”

Steve felt like he’d been stabbed in the chest. “That’s not true.”

“It is,” Billy said, giving him a look. “Look, I don’t do relationships. It’s just sex. Sorry if you thought it was something different.”

Steve swallowed, tears welling in his eyes. He wouldn’t let Billy see him cry. That absolutely was not happening. “I guess that’s it, then?”

“Don’t take it too hard, Harrington,” Billy said, grabbing his leather jacket out of his closet. “Pretty boy like you’s got nothing to worry about.”

Billy pushed past Steve’s shoulder, and he wasn’t prepared for the way the contact would make his chest ache even worse. He left the house, feeling like he had been punched in the gut repeatedly. He sat behind the wheel of his car, watching as Billy’s Camaro tore down the street, off to meet with some girl. To forget all about Steve.

Billy gripped the steering wheel so tightly as he drove that his knuckles turned white. He clenched his jaw, willing thoughts of Steve to leave his head. He didn’t have feelings for him. He didn’t have feelings for him. He didn’t have feelings for him.

Fuck.

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Hello!

I was wondering, could I please request a Boothill and Ratio x reader (Seperate) where the reader is attacked and comes home injured and covered in blood, to the surprise of their lover.(Sorry if this is too dark🥲)

Hi~ Thank you for the request! (Not too dark, don't worry!) First time writing Ratio, I was debating how to call him in there: either Ratio or Veritas, but went with the latter. I hope I wrote him alright ? It was fun to explore his character :D

Boothill

You tasted blood and that metallic under-flavor was definitely not welcome. You entered the kitchen and sighed. Boothill was hard at work on.. something that you couldn’t see on the counter, back facing you.

“I’m home.” You said simply, in a nasal voice. “And I need tissues.”

He wouldn’t have perked up without that last sentence. He looked back to you and suddenly whatever he was doing on the kitchen counter got discarded at the speed of light. You were uselessly holding a finger to your nostril trying to stop the bleeding, that already got all over your hand, chin and... collar? Nosebleed aren’t usually that bad, right?

“Wow! Hey there,” He said arriving at your side, putting a protective around your back. “Who the fork did this to you?”

“Weirdo at the bar.” You started explaining, as Boothill handed you tissues. “They were laying it on the waitress a bit too thick. I told them to back off and they didn’t like it very much.”

Boothill’s worried face eased a bit, and he couldn't refrain a grin. He knew you could handle yourself. You wouldn’t pick a fight you know you wouldn’t win. You bunched a piece of tissue into your nostril and kept the pressure with your fingers.

“I won though.” You said proudly, smiling big at him, mouth full of blood, teeth all red. “Then we got kicked out. Buuut I was promised a free drink, for saving the day.”

“Well look at ya.” He pulled you in closer and peck your forehead. “Got myself a knight in shining armor now?”

You laughed and detached from him to walk over to the sink and spit the blood that had accumulated in your mouth. You grabbed a glass and rinsed your mouth to get rid of that metallic aftertaste. The cowboy approached again and grabbed a tissue to remove the blood that still hadn't dried of your chin.

“They got you good, huh?” You grunted. “You gonna be alright?” He continued softer, concerned.

“Yeah, I will. I’ve had worse.”

“I know.” He breathed. “Just checkin’. You tell me if anything comes up, eh? Bring you to a doctor or somethin’.”

You smiled at him, and pecked his cheek, hoping the sweet gesture would convey your gratitude. Nothing much he could do either way, it’s a matter of waiting for the bleeding to stop. Just the fact that he cared made your chest warm. It already felt much better anyway. He peered at you from under his hat and chuckled.

“You look ridiculous with that cotton ball up your nose.”

“You love me though.” You replied smugly, daring him to oppose you.

“Yeah, I do. But know what I love more?” He paused and you playfully shook your head. “You not complainin’ about the blood stains on your shirt, lemme clean it for you.”

You scoffed and pulled you bloodied shirt over your head, handing it to him, an eyebrow raised and a smirk. He gave you a wink and headed to the bathroom, while you finished cleaning out the blood on your neck and face with a wet towel. Once done, you looked over to what he left on the counter when you came in. Where those…? Was he cooking your favorite meal? Oh Boothill…

Ratio

When you arrived back home, a bit out of breath, you found Veritas where you left him earlier. On the sofa, a few papers in hand. He was tapping his pen against his lower lips rhythmically, eyes trained on the words hastily written by one of his student.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” He asked nonchalantly.

“I- uh. Yeah, yeah I got it.”

Hearing your small, dazed voice made him detach his eyes from the paper he was reading and as soon as he set eyes on you, he shot up. You had blood running from your hair to over your brow bone and left eye, and your futile attempt to stop the bleeding with either your hands or your jacket just made a bloody mess of everything. Who knew head injuries bled so much? The paper in his hand long forgotten on the sofa, the doctor took long strides toward you.

“What happened?” He asked, concern evident on his face. He helped you toward the bathroom and sat you on the toilet while he got the first aid kit out.

“I decided to take a detour, I wanted to walk a bit longer.” You explained, slowly, still feeling a bit lightheaded from the Adrenaline finally subsiding. “There was a guy on the way and I don’t know. I must have looked at him funny because he approached me and tried to grab me?” You explained still confused at what exactly happened. “So, I pushed him away and he- He bashed my head into a wall.”

Veritas stopped his movement as he was putting on gloves after having sanitized his hands. He looked at you bewildered. How dare he? He hurriedly parted your hair to look for the main wound just on the crown of your head above your forehead. You almost leaned into the touch, sighing. When he found what he was looking for, he applied antiseptic, cleaning out any clots and debris around the wounds before covering it with a fresh piece of gauze and bandages. It didn’t even sting.

“I punched him back so hard he fell on his ass, and I kind of panicked and ran here. I couldn’t even see from my left eye because of the blood.” You laughed tiredly.

However, Veritas did not find this very funny.

“Head injuries can be extremely serious and traumatic. Maybe you should be more concerned about this!” He scolded lightly; his brows still furrowed in evident worry. “They can cause degeneration of brain cells, internal bleeding or even torn tissues.” He removed his gloves and threw them in the trash, now wetting a towel with warm water. “We should take you to a clinic after this. Check for anything more serious.”

“Aw, you care.” You mumbled, still in a daze a soft smile on your lips.

He light blush rose high on his cheekbones, and he started swabbing at your face to remove the drying blood from your skin, gentle as ever.

“Of course I care, you are my partner. This is serious, you know!”

“I know,” you drawled, your hand reach to wrap around his wrist. “But in what better hands could I be?” You nuzzled into his hand. “I got the famous Dr. Ratio as my personal nurse, I got nothing to worry about.”

He huffed and continued his task diligently, now a small pout on his lips, sporting his blush still. You were adorable sure but also such a menace. This was not the time to joke like that! But he couldn’t help fighting against a small smile. Oh how smitten he was.

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[guardian-of-da-gay]

Breathless

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For Whumptober 2024 Prompt 1: Panic Attack

tw for implied bullying, panic attacks, undiagnosed PTSD

“As far as I’m concerned, this is a good thing!”  Knuckles said petulantly from his place at the very back of the car.  “Now I won’t have to go back to that school!”

“You’re suspended, not expelled,” Tom said, his hands clenching and unclenching around the wheel.  “Means once your suspension is up, you’re going right back to school.”

Looking in the rearview mirror, Maddie could see Tails staring deeply at his shoes.  Sonic was wincing, eyes flicking between Knuckles and his parents in the front seat.  He was obviously debating joining in the fight, but keeping out was the better option here.  Maddie was in no mood for him to make light of the situation or try to cover for his brother.

Maddie felt overwhelmed.  Too much had happened that day and it all centered on her eldest.  She’d never regret adopting her kids, but out of all of them Knuckles made her feel like she was in over head.  She didn’t know what she was going to do with him!  She couldn’t believe he’d gotten himself suspended.

She was apocalyptically angry.  Even Tom was mad.  He was trying to stay calm though.  Trying to keep being the fun parent.  Maddie was usually all for that, but not today.

“When we get home, you are grounded!”  She said.  “That means no–” here’s where she would rattle off the fun things he was suspended from: TV?  He didn’t care about TV.  Video games?  He didn’t play any.  Going out with friends?  He didn’t have any except his brothers (and Wade).  Knuckles didn’t do fun things in his free time unless they made him.  They’d grounded him from grapes in the past, but he could totally get by without them.  Grounding him from training he’d just ignored .  But they couldn’t just not punish him.  He’d broken a kid's arm and blown up a bathroom for Christ’s sake.

“No going outside!”  She said.

“What?!”

“Yeah!”  She’d found a good one, she thought.  Judging by his angry gasp, she’d actually found a consequence he would actually feel.  “No training.  No runs.  No hiking.  Unless you’re with me or Tom–”

“Or the house is burning down!”  Tom cut in.

“--or there’s an emergency like the house is burning down!  You are housebound, young man!”

Several things happened very quickly after that.

Knuckles yanked on his seatbelt.  It locked.  He yanked again and broke it completely from its socket.

There was a chorus of ‘Hey!’ ‘What are you doing?’ ‘Dude, chill!’ ‘Knuckles, calm down–!’

Then the back of the car exploded.

The front end was blasted forward into the other lane.  Tom jerked the wheel, tires and passengers screaming.  The wild swerve had the car tipping violently to the side.  Just when Maddie was sure they would flip, it swung back the other way and the car landed, with a jerky bounce, right-side-up, stationary, and seemingly fine.  Except the back of the car was gone.  

And so was Knuckles.

There was a click as Sonic unbuckled and then he vanished as well.  Maddie could see a blue blur vanish off the side of the road, following a burst of red electricity.

She turned to the youngest first.  “Are you okay?”  She asked Tails in the back.

“I’m fine,” Tails was flinging off his own seatbelt and jumping out of the wreckage of the car, tails spinning.

Maddie turned to Tom just as Tom turned to her.  “Are you okay?”  They asked each other at once.

“I think so,” Maddie answered, rubbing her neck.  She definitely had some whiplash.  It hurt now, it would kill  tomorrow.

Sonic reappeared at her window. “Something’s wrong with Knuckles!”  He cried.

You don’t say?  Maddie thought, pressing at the tense muscles of her neck.

“I think he’s having a heart attack or something!”

“What?!”  Tom demanded.

Maddie forgot about her neck.  She unbuckled and jumped out of the car.  Sonic led the way and she ran after, her mind racing along with her feet.  Knuckles couldn’t really be having a heart attack, could he?  He was far too young and fit.  But he had also lived a rough life.  Could he have a hidden cardiovascular problem from some old illness or injury?  Her vet brain was taking over, mentally flipping through the possibilities.

Tails stood at the top of a short ridge, marking their way.  He turned, hands wringing as they approached.  “Something’s really wrong with him!”  He said.  “I don’t think he can hear me.”

Maddie crested the rise and saw Knuckles at the bottom, back pressed against a tree, crouched down with his fists up, blocking his head.  Even from where she stood she could tell he was shaking.  His quills were glowing slightly.  He didn’t look at them.

Maddie stumble-ran down the rise.  “Knuckles!”  She slowed as she approached.  He didn’t acknowledge her, but she could see his side heaving as he gasped for air.  “Knuckles?”  He still didn’t respond.  She wasted a second debating what to do.  But she couldn’t give him space.  Not when he was breathing like that.  “Knuckles, honey, it’s going to be okay–”  She touched his shoulder and his whole body jerked away, slamming into the tree.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!”  He roared.

For the second time that day, Maddie got whiplash.  Sonic yanked her away at speed just as an explosion of red lightning erupted from the echidna’s body.  She was lifted off her feet and crashed into Tom, who managed to keep his footing at the top of the rise.  At this rate, she was gonna be in traction tomorrow.  

“Sorry,” Sonic said hastily.  “Saw where that was going.”

“Knuckles!”  Tom yelled, tone caught between concerned and sharpness.  “What are you doing?!”

“What did you do–What–”  Knuckles wheezed and gasped for breath.  Maddie righted herself.  He was hyperventilating.  “ What did you do to me?! ”  He demanded.

“Woah, we didn’t do anything, Knuckles!”  Sonic said, zipping down closer to the echidna.  “You’ve got to calm down and let us help you.”

“Get away from m–me!”  Knuckles face scrunched, teeth grit as he continued to gasp for air like a drowning man.  Red electricity fizzled off of him warningly and Sonic took several steps back.  He looked up at Tom and Maddie, his helpless gaze matched by the one Tails was giving them.

“This doesn’t look like a heart attack,” Tom said so just Maddie could hear.

“I didn’t think so either,” she said.  “You guys just keep back a second, okay?”  She stepped out of Tom’s grip.  She didn’t see the look Tom shot to Sonic, but she saw Sonic nod, resolve in his eyes.  She had a feeling if Knuckles exploded again, she’d find herself yanked back at warp speed once more.

She approached the trembling echidna, cautious but not afraid.  She faced down bulls, pregnant beef cows, and feral cats on a near daily basis.  And this was her kid.

“Stay back!” Knuckles roared at her approach.  “I’ll hurt you!”   He said it like it was both threat and fear.  Electricity arced off his trembling body.

“Honey–”

“Don’t call me that!”  Knuckles yelled, his voice strangled and breathless.  “ You gave yourself away!  I know your game–” he wheezed “--you use sweet words so I don’t no-notice you locking the cage door–”

“We’re not locking you up,” Maddie said.  “We’d never do that, no matter how much trouble you’re in.”  She kept advancing forward, stooping at the waist so she wouldn’t loom over him.  “But that doesn’t matter now.  I need you to calm down–”

“No!  No! ”  He growled, sucking air rapidly through his grit teeth.  “I need–I need to get away…”  He fumbled with his hands, movements made clumsy by his shaking fingers.

“Do you want to go home?”  Maddie asked.  Maybe he would feel better if they were in a familiar environme–

“I need off this planet!”  He ripped at the cuff of one glove and a golden ring flew out and disappeared into the grass.  Knuckles let out a sound that was half growl, half sob.  He pushed himself into the tree, looking anywhere but at her.  “ What did you do to me ?”

Maddie shook her head.  “Nothing, honey, you’re just… I think you’re just having a panic attack.”

“I’m being attacked?!”

“No.  You’re safe,” she said firmly.  “But your mind is tricking you into thinking you’re in danger.  But you’re not.  You’re safe .”

“Yo- you’re tricking me!  I can trust my–my mind!”  His words fumbled around his rapid breathing.  “I can trust myself!  I–”  His eyes flitted around, seeking escape.

He squeezed his eyes shut tight again.  He was beginning to list to one side.  Maddie feared he might actually faint if he couldn’t get his breathing under control.

There was nothing she wanted nothing more than to reach out and right him.  Then maybe grab him up into a hug.  But she couldn’t.  Helpless and overwhelmed, she didn’t know what to do.  Hugs and kind words were her go-to methods for Sonic and Tails.  Knuckles had spat at her kind words.  He’d screamed at her hug.  Her big tough boy was falling apart and there was nothing she could do.

“I can’t–I can’t–” Knuckles gasped for breath, clutching at his chest and swaying slightly.  “I can’t breathe .”

“I know,” she said miserably.  “I know, honey, but you have to.  You’re so strong, Knuckles, I know you can.  You have to take a deep breath like–” For her it would be yoga, but for Knuckles? “--when you meditate?  Try to meditate.  Focus on your breathing and nothing else.”

“I want it to stop,” Knuckles said.

“It will,” Maddie promised.  “It’ll be over soon.”

Maddie had had panic attacks before, in vet school.  She didn’t think they’d been this bad though.  Or maybe this was just what it felt like to be on the other side.  She’d need to ask Tom.

She resisted the urge to try and get him counting his breaths.  When Tom had done that she couldn’t do it and then she’d just felt more stressed for failing to be helped.  She doubted Knuckles would feel the same way, but he was so independent–like ‘decides to break the arm of a kid that’s bullying him instead of telling literally anyone’ levels of independence–that he would probably be stressed most that he couldn’t control himself.

No, they just had to ride this out.  Maddie remembered it always felt like her panic attacks took forever to go away.  It was the same when watching one.  

Knuckles’ face scrunched as he breathed forcefully through the nose and out the mouth.  It was still too fast.  She worried, was he getting enough oxygen?  One of his hands fell away from his head and to the ground, propping him up.  Maddie squashed the urge to rub his back.  She wanted so badly to be able to soothe him, but all she could do was crouch beside him and whisper that it would be okay.  It would be over soon and then they could go home.

“I’m sorry,” she said.  “I’m sorry I started this.”  She was sure she was the cause.  It made her feel even more awful.  “It’ll be over soon.  I promise.  We’ll go home and you’ll feel better.”

“Will I…”  Knuckles’ breathing was a tiny bit slower.  “Will I still be g-grounded to the house?”

“No,” Maddie said quickly.  Her bright idea didn’t seem so bright now.  “I’ll– We, you, Tom, and I, will talk about what would be a fair consequence later.”

His voice pitched up and shook.  “Will you break my arm?”

“What?  No!”

“I broke that boy’s arm.”

“We will never punish you by hurting you,” Maddie said firmly.  “Don’t worry about that now, okay?  Just focus on breathing and feeling better.  That’s all you need to think about right now, okay?  Nothing else matters.”

Maddie didn’t know how much longer it was before Knuckles was breathing normally again.  Long enough that she saw a flash of red and blue on the other side of the rise.  Someone must have found their empty, destroyed car.  At the top of the rise, Tom had the other two boys in some kind of huddle.  He left to deal with whoever had just arrived.

Beside her, Knuckles straightened.  She glanced over at him.  He was sitting more normally, breathing more normally, and looking absolutely awful.  Maddie remembered that post-attack feeling.  Like a soggy, wrung out dishrag.  Even someone as strong as Knuckles wasn’t immune to tha.  But it was over.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Maddie said in her softest, ‘approaching a scared dog’ voice.  “We can go back up with the others.”

Knuckles didn’t look at her or answer.  He just stood up and started trudging up the little hill.  Maddie followed after, watching him.  His movements were a little unsteady, like his limbs had forgotten how they worked.  Knuckles always carried himself like he was eight feet tall.  Seeing him off balance and shaken felt wrong.

Knuckles didn’t acknowledge Sonic or Tails.  Sonic opened his mouth to say something as he stalked passed, but cut himself off.  Instead he and Tails fell in line, flanking their brother as they all headed back to what remained of their car.

Tom was talking to an officer.  Maddie couldn’t remember his name at the moment.  The man  was looking at their destroyed car and scratching the back of his head as Tom spoke to him.  He lifted his head so Maddie could see his confusion clearly.  His gaze swept over to them and when his eyes landed on Knuckles his expression cleared.  He nodded like Knuckles’ presence had just answered a question for him.  Maddie was almost offended before she remembered that this was Knuckles’ second act of destruction that day.  This was his m.o. Their insurance premiums showed the scars.

Tom turned away from the accident and came jogging over.  He watched Knuckles just a little too long as he approached.  Maddie could see the moment he realized he was staring.  Tom looked away and avoided looking at him again.

There was an awkward pause as the whole family seemed to be waiting to see if anyone would acknowledge what just happened.  Maddie was of the mind that they weren’t going to do anything that made Knuckles uncomfortable until he looked less visibly shaken.  And Knuckles looked like he wanted everyone to forget the whole thing.  So, for now, that’s what she was going to do.

“Uh…”  Tom broke the silence.  “Wade’s going to come pick us up.”

Oh, Maddie felt a genuine flash of relief.  “Oh, Wade?”  She looked at Knuckles.  “That’ll be nice, right?”

Knuckles wasn’t even looking at her.  He was staring at the car with a look of deep confusion.

“Knux?”  Sonic asked, his voice softer than usual.

When Knuckles finally spoke, his voice rasped:  “What happened to the car?”

All the Wachowskis looked at him with varying levels of confusion, concern, and dismay.  Maddie’s heart plummeted and for the first time in this whole incident she felt a flash of true fear.  She looked into Knuckles’ genuinely baffled face and knew she was truly, deeply , in over her head.

[animeangel21]

Back scratches 18+

Just imagine:

You and iwaizumi got out of bed and as always got ready together. He was up before you were and went to the bathroom wearing some loose fitted sweats, shirtless cause of your late night activities.

He looked in the mirror and he wasn’t bothered by the scratches you left on his chest. You got up and started brushing your teeth while he hopped in the shower and you even laid his clothes out for him too.

Iwa wasn’t fazed by the slight sting on his chest but once the hot water hit his back it stung like hell. He just clenched his jaw and finished his shower.

Once he was out the shower he turned around and angled his head to look at the damage and his eyes widened. “This little minx..”

You had your clothes ready and walked in the bathroom and glanced at his back and your face changed completely from neutral to a slight grin as you tried not to laugh.

“Don’t you dare laugh.” He said looking up at you with his toothbrush dangling from his mouth.

“It’s a little funny Haji.I’m sorry”You turned away and laughed silently.

“You’re a little devil that’s what you are.” He said wiping his face and looking down at you before kissing you.

“You’re lucky I love you. You have to deal with the consequences too though.” He said and walked out to get dressed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” You yelled getting in the shower.

“Just wait.” He mumbled shaking his head reminiscing about yesterday. He should’ve held your hands down instead of letting you pull him closer. He should’ve felt the pain afterwards or even while he had you folded in half. Definitely should’ve been careful when he let you ride him.

He was dressed and ready and watched as you too got ready. He watched as you got ready and started applying your make up. He admired the light marks on your neck from his mouth and hands. He’d make sure you had a few more tonight.

Once you were ready and went to school, it dragged forever till you went to iwas practice.

Hajime walked into the locker room and dropped his bag on the bench and without a second thought removed his shirt and oikawa was the first to speak.

“Iwa-Chan Your back looks like you were attacked by stray cats.” He said covering his mouth as he tried not to laugh.

Mattsun looked over and he shook his head and laughed. “Yeah, a feisty kitten named y/n”

“Maybe you should try handcuffs or nail cutters or here’s another thought, don’t try to murder the girl” makki said sarcastically while tilting his head and observing.

“ just cause you little shits can’t make a girl do that doesn’t mean you should comment. Also, don’t come for me I’m not the culprit.” Hajime stated while fixing his shirt.

“Whatever went on there. Keep doing it but we can only pray for your back and chest” oikawa said before exiting the locker room but not before slapping his best friend on the back.

“SHITTYKAWA COME BACK HERE!” He said chasing after oikawa and grabbing a volleyball from the basket and throwing it at oikawas head.

“AHH IWA CHAN THAT HURTS” he yelled from halfway across the gym.

Oikawa approached you and hid behind you. “Y/n please, cut your nails down or something. Iwa is very tense.” He whispered and you laughed.

“Not my fault. If it’s really good it’s really good.” You said shrugging your shoulders.

“UGH, YOU NASTY FUCKS” oikawa said out loud running from you as your boyfriend approached you.

“My poor baby” you gave him a fake pout and he rolled his eyes.

“This is your fault baby” he said lacing his fingers with yours and you smiled.

“No, that is your fault my love. Nobody told you to be so rou-” he cut you off with a kiss by pulling you closer by the hand and keeping your fingers laced.

“ but you like it that way. Now sit there and look pretty so I can do it again later.” He said with a smirk.

“I will baby. Can’t wait to add more to the collection.” You said and he just kissed you.

What you didn’t know though was he wouldn’t let you do that cause he was gonna restrain your hands tonight.

[dialoguestetatet]

Hwangyeon Choi x fem!reader

Fluff

OOC? OOC! But I don’t give a fuck, I had to write it, otherwise I would have gone crazy. Yes, I'm his hater, but I've always been attracted to the "enemies to lovers" trope, and that's exactly what happened to me and Hwangyeon. He's my pathetic little meow meow from now on

masterlist

The idiot in love pt.1 (part 2 is here)

Hwangyeon Choi was confident, he was cool, in fact he was cocky, everyone knew it and hated it. But around you? Oh my, he was a mess, blushing, stuttering, bashful boy with sweaty palms.

How much Hwangyeon wanted you to smile at him with such a beautiful and gentle smile, look at him from under your eyelashes, and even blush a little. He wanted to hear your voice, addressed to him, and not furtively catch snatches of phrases from conversations with your friends. And your ringing laugh, Hwangyeon would give anything for you to laugh at his jokes. He only heard you laugh once, but that's when he realized he had a little crush on you.

Yeah, it's a small crash, nothing more, he wasn't in love or something like that.

He's definitely never stared at you so hard that he flew face-first into a wall.

Hwangyeon definitely didn't try to approach you, but in the process, he tripped over his own foot and fell into the bushes.

He definitely never daydreamed about you, that his friends had to shake him by the shoulders so that he would finally answer what kind of coffee he wanted.

He had never even dreamed of you in such warm and tender dreams that when he woke up, he almost cried with disappointment.

Hwangyeon just wanted to talk to you, take your hand, hug you, kiss you, hold you as close as possible, stroke your waist, smell your hair, nuzzle into your cheek, go down on your neck, nibble your skin there, leave a hickey and run his tongue over the mark, kiss his way down to your collarbones, and stroke your lower back with his hands and go lower and lower and ...

Stop. He wasn't a pervert (maybe a little). Why did God give his toughest battle to his weakest soldier? The first step was to finally gather his courage, come up to you, flirt, and find out your phone number. He usually never had any problems with this, or rather before he met you. And your first meeting was like a cliched drama. Hwangyeon was walking home and saw how the guy who infuriated him (and who didn't infuriate him?) was trying to hit on the most beautiful girl in the world (you), but after receiving a no in response, he still couldn't fuck off and kept bothering you. So Hwangyeon walked up and shooed this guy away, and then time stopped. You looked into his eyes and smiled so sincerely that it took his breath away. Then you said, "Oh my God, thank you so much, you just saved me! This guy has been bothering me for several days now. I'm sorry, I have to run, we'll chat later, see you!" Then you ran your hand over his forearm, and his whole skin was covered with goosebumps, and his cheeks were flushed. He couldn't even utter a word in response. His heart skipped a beat, and then began to pound, the world around froze as you walked past him, still smiling. After standing there for a few more minutes, he walked on, trying to figure out what had just happened and why he felt like he had just had a heart attack.

You've been waiting. You've been waiting for a long time, but Hwangyeon never came to you. After he helped you, you found out his name very quickly. You would've approached him first, thanking him again and casually mentioning that you don't have a boyfriend, but you were hesitant? More precisely, you lost your confidence when you heard that he was quite straightforward, and when he liked a girl, he easily came up for her number. Once, you even thought that Hwangyeon had finally decided to approach you and mentally prepared for an invitation to coffee, but he seemed to have evaporated. You looked down for just a couple of seconds to straighten your clothes, and when you looked ahead again, he was nowhere to be found. Later, you heard that someone fell into the bushes, but you were not up to this poor guy, you finally lost hope of a date with Hwangyeon. So the days went by, you saw him all the time, but he didn't seem to notice you. It was sad and a little hurtful, but it's impossible to make a person like you.

Today was the day. Hwangyeon gathered his strength and went straight to you. It seemed like a tank was coming at you. You're holding your breath, did he really make up his mind after all? After stumbling only four times, he came up to you, and there seemed to be a halo of romance around. He looked into your eyes and drowned in them, so sparkling, so clear, as if you were looking right into his soul. Fluttering your eyelashes, you smiled softly and said, "Hi." Hwangyeon died and came to life, fell into the abyss and soared into the sky, felt agony and absolute happiness. At that moment, he could say the only relevant phrase, "I'm in love with you." And finally he heard your soft laugh and the answer, "Let's start with a date, okay?"

And Hwangyeon Choi realized that he would do anything to keep you in his life forever.

[coryosmin]

frustrations - coriolanus snow x fem!reader

slight nsfw | mdni

based off of this ask though slightly different!! took a more angsty approach than smut. hope it’s good though!!

Note: Takes place during Coryo’s Gamemaker days

Coriolanus Snow was many things, a murderer, a manipulator, and a cunning individual. He had vowed that after Lucy Gray he would never love again. Of course, however, like most things in his life, that doesn’t go to plan. The day he laid eyes on you, he was truly enamored. Of course, the two of you went to the Academy together. But you were a year below him so he never paid much attention to you. So when he had seen you at an event hosted by the University in his second year, he was shocked by how beautiful you had become.

You radiated an elegance that most people within the Capitol lacked. Your smile lit up the room. It certainly helped that you came from such a well-off family. And when you looked at Coriolanus for the first time that night at that event, he felt his heart literally stop, something he had never felt before. Not even with Lucy Gray.

Two years later, you guys got married. You were still in your last year of University while Coriolanus had just graduated. It was a beautiful ceremony that was worth absolutely everything.

Now to the present, a few months after the wedding, Coriolanus had gotten a job as Head Gamemaker of the Games. It was a very stressful position, having to top each of the Games from the previous years. And on this particular day, Coriolanus was beyond frustrated.

It all started when he woke up. He woke up to you not being in the bed. This wasn’t your fault of course. You had to have breakfast with your father and you couldn’t say no to it. But that didn’t mean Coriolanus couldn’t be annoyed at it. He couldn’t cuddle you which was so lame. He looked forward to his morning cuddles, thank you very much.

When he got to work, he was bombarded with issues such as one of the mutts had attacked an intern because the intern didn’t bother to wear the proper protection in order to avoid getting injured. So of course Coriolanus had to deal with that. It was absolutely ridiculous. He was beginning to understand why Doctor Gaul hadn’t cared too much for the well-being of others. People were just so completely stupid that it didn’t quite matter. Another issue had been that one of the other Gamemakers were trying to give Coriolanus a proposal about what to add to the Games as if Coriolanus didn’t already know these things. All the ideas in the proposal were things he had already thought of!

The day was just unbelievably frustrating. So when he got home from work, he had all this pent-up frustration inside of him.

You greeted Coriolanus immediately with a bright smile, dressed in an adorable dress that he had gotten you a few weeks ago. You looked like an angel. But when you gave Coriolanus a hug and a kiss, he didn’t reciprocate. He just sighed a deep sigh, patting your waist in greeting. It caused you to frown as that wasn’t how Coriolanus usually greeted you.

“How was your day?” You asked, keeping a light tone.

Coriolanus took his shoes off, placing them neatly on the shoe rack before uncuffing his dress shirt. “Long.” He said shortly, not elaborating.

“Yeah?” You asked, tilting your head to the side.

“Yep.”

“Wanna talk about it?” You had asked as the concerned wife.

“No, I don’t want to talk about it!” He raised his voice, his frustration getting the best of him. “Please just leave me be for a bit.” Coriolanus walked past you, making his way to your shared bedroom and slamming the door shut.

You couldn’t help tearing up. Coriolanus had never raised his voice at you at any point in your relationship so this was definitely quite new to you and you didn’t know how to react. You took a deep breath, blinking your tears away as you bit your lip. You made your way to the living room and to the balcony, standing outside to look at the sun setting. It was only about seven in the evening.

You stood out there, overlooking the Capitol as you thought about Coriolanus. Did you do something to upset him? Was he just upset over something that happened at work? You tried to think about anything you could’ve done to upset him but couldn’t think of anything. Maybe you had done something without realizing it.

You didn’t realize how long you had been standing outside on the balcony until you felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind. “What are you doing out here, doll?” Coryo murmured into your ear, pressing a kiss onto your lobe.

“Thinking.” You replied softly. You didn’t know how else to reply or what else to say.

“What about?”

You hesitated replying for a moment. “About when you came home.” You murmured, looking at the sky. “You’ve never raised your voice at me before.”

Coryo pulled you tighter against him, leaning his chin on your shoulder. “I know, princess.” He murmured.

“Did I do something to upset you?” You asked a bit vulnerably, grateful that Coriolanus couldn’t see your face.

“Not at all, love,” He replied, pressing a kiss on to your neck. “I just had a long day at work. Everything had been too much.”

“Are you sure?”

Coriolanus took a deep breath, moving to stand up straight and tall as he unwrapped his arms from you. He turned you around. “I’m positive, baby.” He replied, looking into your doe eyes. He grabbed your hand, guiding you inside. “Let’s go inside. Perhaps I can make it up to you?”

You didn’t say anything and just allowed yourself to be led by Coriolanus. He brought you to the bedroom, closing the door behind him after you had entered. “I didn’t get to hold you this morning,” Coriolanus murmured as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss on to your lips.

“I know, I’m sorry.” You replied, pressing a kiss onto his lips.

“I suppose I can forgive you.” He smirked, gently pushing you onto the bed.

Coriolanus definitely showed you how sorry he was for raising his voice at you. He showed you with kisses, made you cum twice using his tongue and once on his fingers. All you had to do was lay there and look pretty as he worked on taking care of you. When he finally fucked you, he didn’t last long. He did it hard and fast, taking his frustrations of the day out on your cunt. And you were so good for him.

And when you both finished, breathing heavily, he laid on top of you, pulling out. He wrapped his arms around you, laying his head on your chest. “I love you,” He murmured against your warm skin.

“I love you too, Coryo.”

[apomaro-mellow]

idk how detailed of a prompt ur looking for but: Eddie thinks Steve's chest hair is hot for the bingo

im thinking of them going to the lake or something and Steve takes off his shirt and Eds nearly has a heatt attack bc yeah he'd seen Steve's chest before but he kinda repressed it? along with the whole upside down deal so he's like choking at the sight and at the newly found memory lol

but anything you come up with will be amazing im sure <3

every time i get a prompt i rub my lil raccoon hands together ehehehe

They weren't going to Lover's Lake. That had been the one thing everyone agreed on at first. Too much to unpack but it went without saying that no one wanted to relive the memory of what had happened in those waters. They all packed up and went about three hours away to a totally different town with a totally different lake.

"Summer time, a bunch of teens, a town where no one knows us", Eddie commented as they parked. "Did we just drive into another horror movie set up?"

"I think we can handle some random killer in the woods", Jonathan said.

Eddie couldn't argue. He knew for a fact that Steve had packed away his oh so trusty nail bat and that Nancy was strapped too. At a moment's notice, Robin looked ready to turn a beer into a makeshift molotov. But that was the last thought he wasted on the spring break from hell. Because the moment everything was set up, Steve pulled his shirt off like he was in a goddamn cologne ad.

That unnecessarily sexy way where he grabbed it off his back and pulled it of, shaking out his hair as if it would dare to fall out of place.

So here's the thing.

Eddie saw Steve shirtless that one time back in Hawkins. But it had been dark, and they were on a boat hunting an evil wizard and then in an underworld running from demon bats and there had been a lot going on, okay? He's ogled Steve plenty since then, now that he had time to, but he hadn't had an opportunity to see his naked chest again.

"Put on sunscreen!", Robin shouted, tossing it at Steve's head.

"Ow! Rude!" Steve picked it up and obeyed anyway, starting at his arms. Time seemed to slow. Or maybe Steve was purposely going slow, it was hard to tell. Then his eyes met Eddie and his next stroke up towards his neck seemed very intentional.

Eddie swallowed.

"Mind getting my back?", Steve asked.

Eddie didn't trust his mouth for once, so he just nodded, taking the tube of sunscreen and was definitely not thinking about squirting another kind of creamy white substance onto this beautifully dotted back. He tried to distract himself by looking at what the others were doing. Jonathan had already lit up a joint that he was now passing to Nancy. Robin was laid out in a chair, nose in a book.

Argyle was leading the kids down the shore to where they could rent out canoes. Or was it kayaks? All Eddie knew was that El was adamant on some sort of boating adventure.

"You okay back there?", Steve asked.

"Yep, yup, mhm. Almost done." He was done. The sunscreen was completely gone and he was just rubbing circles into his skin for no reason.

"You mind doing my chest too?"

"Wh-hat?", Eddie choked.

"I don't really like the feel of sunscreen on my hands", Steve justified and that was good enough for Eddie.

He still wasn't prepared for when Steve turned around. Eddie sat between his legs and god this might've been the closest they've ever been. Especially with this little amount of clothes between them, both of them in their swimming trunks and nothing else. Eddie squeezed some sunscreen onto his hands first, rubbing them together and warming it before pressing them to Steve's chest.

Goddamn it felt so....would it get thicker as he got older? It went all the way up to his collarbone and there was just a hint of a happy trail now but maybe with some time...

"They do know we're still here, right?", Nancy asked after letting out a puff. True, they were some feet away but still.

"I've got a spray bottle in case they go below the waist", Robin said, shaking said bottle.

Steddie bingo under the cut

[star-gazer101]

My Wedding Was Forged?!

Pairing: 5012 x Reader

Characters: 5012

Warnings: Strong language, AFAB Reader (gets called 'woman' once), forced marriage? Canon divergent, fake relationship, 5012 gets a fake name, one-sided relationship (for now), no use of Y/N, kind of inspired by 10 Days With My Devil (Will explain in later chapters.)

AN: I caved. I really tried, but I caved and made another reader-insert, but with A Date With Death. Aside from Casper brainrot, 5012 has also been on my mind after playing the DLC. So, enjoy and have a happy Vietnamese new year!

-

As long as you’ve been alive, life was out to get you. Literally.

Ever since you were the tender age of eight, you had fallen off the highest of trees and yet you lived to tell the tale without any scratches or broken bones.

That should have been your first sign.

As you got older, other incidents happened as well–housefires, car accidents, a sudden fall from the highest flight of stairs, and a falling piano?

Once could be counted as an accident, the second a coincidence. But ten times all in the same day? Now you know there’s someone out to get you.

What the hell did you do in your past life to deserve all this?

The answer was still unclear as your luck began to change.

-

By the time you reached college it felt like everything was falling into place, when people in the past had usually avoided you for their safety, your peers and classmates were all overly friendly towards you, your grades were improving far better than your past school life, and you even got the job you wanted just as soon as you graduated!

It felt too good to be true! …A little too good to be real…

There had to be a drawback.

When you had told your nana about your sudden stroke of luck, she kindly reminded you about the consequences of having too much of said luck.

Something terrible is coming, and you were going to be stuck in the thick of it for quite a while. So you have to be mindful of your surroundings.

As much as you wanted to brush off her superstitions, nana was never wrong.

If only you could remember those words when you left to hang out with your old college friends…

The atmosphere of the supposed party was all too relaxing as you ate and drank with your friends. You talked about missing the simplicity of college life and right before you knew it, everything became a blur and you couldn’t remember what you were doing or even said…

And then morning came…

-

Comfort surrounded you as you slowly woke up to the new day. You don’t exactly remember how you got back to your house, but you chalked it up to your friends being nice enough to take you back. You’ll have to thank them later.

Your room was still the same as you left it; right down to your collection of manga and light novels…Good…

As much as you wanted to get up, you really wanted to sleep some more.

But as soon as you continue to snuggle further into your comforter, something heavy wrapped its arms around you and you froze. Sleep completely gone.

Something, or someone is in your bed!

You try to calm yourself from getting into a complete panic attack as you carefully move to look at the person’s appearance: dark hair, sharp features (from the way he looks as he slept), and a rather muscular build…

Yep. There is definitely a man in your bed.

…

…

…

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

What the hell DID you do last night?!

-

Too many thoughts were running through your head at this sudden realization. A guy you don’t even know is lying in bed next to you…A very shirtless man lying in your bed next to you…

Just what exactly happened last night? You couldn’t have been drunk. All you had was one glass.

Unless the glass was spiked? No it couldn’t be. Your clothes were still on and therefore you weren’t taken advantage of. Yeah…right…Still doesn’t explain the half naked guy.

Was he a friend of one of your gal friends? An enemy? An enemy pretending to be a friend of your college frie–!

“Woman, you are being too loud.” A gruff voice cuts you off, causing you to jump in shock. “I can hear you overthinking.”

Shit he woke up! Now what? Quick! Go on the defensive!

“N-no I wasn’t! I was just uh…um…” You couldn’t figure out the right words to say as the man in question peeked an eye open to stare you down. Just one look and you couldn’t even defend yourself.

God, why can’t you think straight?! And why does he keep staring at you? Is there something wrong with sleeping in last night’s clothes and messy hair?

…

…

“What? Got nothing else to say?” Finally, he smirked and sat up to properly get a good look at you. “Good. It’s better when you’re like this. Would you like something to eat?”

Words still fail you. So you ended up nodding.

“Then I shall get started.”

“W-wait!” You clumsily got out of your bed to stop him, almost tripping on your own feet. “Please wait!”

And thank god he listened. “Yes, ‘Sunshine?’” (Okay dude, only one person can use that nickname and it’s definitely not you!)

“Before we go anywhere forward with, whatever this is. Just who the hell are you?”

Now he was looking at you as if you’ve grown a second head. “You…really don’t remember? I guess you really did have too much to drink. Especially after celebrating last night’s engagement.”

You’re not sure if you’re gonna like where this is going. “Engagement?”

A sigh. “Sunshine, we’re married.”

“WHAT?!”

On this very day, those poor birds never found peace.

-

This is just wonderful. You went one night out of the town and you came back home married. To a man whose name you don’t even know. Terrific. Your mom is so gonna beat you with a slipper for this.

You were so deep into your internalized thoughts, you didn’t notice your now husband serving you a plate of scrambled eggs and toast and a random paper for you to look at. The sound alone startled you back into reality. “Here. Eat.”

“O-oh, uh, thanks…What’s with the paper?”

“I think you know what this is.” He said without missing a beat.

Cautiously you looked over the paper’s contents as you took a bite of your toast and then almost choked on said bread when you read what it was.

Yep, this is your marriage certificate–beautifully signed by you both. There was your government name, clear as day and the other…

“Your name is ‘Kai’? Not the kind of name I thought you’d have.”

“Is there something wrong with my name?”

“No! No problems! It’s just…Nice that I get to know you…’Hubby’…”

You both cringed. Yeah, this impulsive marriage situation is going to kill you both.

[amaiaqt]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤミㅤdangerously charmingㅤ⋆ ｡˚ㅤ♡ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤa gentle reader with a claymore ! ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤtighnari, cyno, kaveh, al haitham !

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤtighnari !ㅤ

it is one of his favorite things about you, how you're so sweet and gentle then unrecognizable when you pull out your claymore. but but, he won't lie and say it didn't catch him off guard the first time you fought along-side him, he was shocked actually ( if it weren't for you throwing a pebble at him to get his attention, he would've been standing there watching you do the work )

can't really blame him though, don't get him wrong, it's just that he didn't expect you to be so.. how should he word this... merciless ?

but he was amazed really, how different you were when it came to beating down eremites — who were, funnily enough, much larger than you, though he doesn't have much place to talk about size does he ? yeah he won't comment on that anymore

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤcyno !ㅤ

see, the first time he witnessed you in battle, he barely had time to react since he was in the same battle that very minute. his initial reaction beforehand was to pull you behind him, only for you to strike first against the eremite that came up from your side. that claymore in your hand had no business being almost as big as him, its size actually irked him

but only when you two successfully finished clearing out the eremite camps in that area did he take the time to comment on it

"i do find it admirable how you wield such an... obnoxiously sized claymore." he didn't know how else to put it, really. but the way he said it made you laugh so hard he actually felt glad he worded it that way, "believe me, i didn't trust myself with it as well," you started, "i suppose i just got the swing of it overtime." along with a swing of your claymore

was that a pun ?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤkaveh !ㅤ

dumbfounded, stunned, starstruck — both in literal context and in the context of seeing stars after you accidentally hit him with the dull end in the middle of the fight, but he was just standing there ! it's not your fault, really ( and it's you so he doesn't mind all that much )

you had to negotiate with the eremites to give you a minute to drag him to the side so he doesn't get trampled on, legit, they just felt bad honestly

and a few minutes later you trampled them. such a power move

moving on, kaveh admires watching you train and he finds the dynamic in your attacks really well calculated, as long as he's not on the receiving end of them, of course

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤal haitham !ㅤ

he doesn't really have any reaction, more like a click that went off in his mind. he was definitely curious if you were a fighter or not, and what fighting style you trained if you were. so yes, he was surprised and taken aback, but he didn't show it

when you first showed off your fighting style to him, it was during a casual afternoon in which the question bubbling in his mind popped out of his mouth, "say, [name], have you ever fought ?, with a weapon, more specifically."

and a few minutes later, you two were sparring in a random clearing you found in the forest. while he admits you had fairly sharp and trained attacked, and an upperhand with your fighting style, you could use more training

that's all he made a comment about, "you could use more training." just a very straightforward, to the point comment while watching you heave on the ground

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ© amaiaqt, 2023 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤdo not plagiarize !

[blessedbucky]

we tried the world, good god, it wasn't for us! (part 3)

pairing: autistic!satoru x suguru x autistic!reader

word count: ........14k? oops?

summary: a glimpse at your first year in tokyo jujutsu high

tags: autistic!reader, autistic!satoru, bisexual!reader, bisexual!suguru, ableism, internalized ableism, mentioned child abuse, light bullying, satoru has some identity issues, actually EVERYONE has identity issues here, jealous and protective boys, JJK typical violence

beautiful people who asked to be tagged 💕: @ichikanu, @iceheartsice, @anders-is-being-a-simp-again

author note: um.....so....this was meant to be all three of the high school years in one chapter........but i lost control of the plot. and here we are...FOURTEEN THOUSAND WORDS LATER...and THIS WAS ONLY THE FIRST YEAR of them in high school? help me.

translation note: jiheishō is the japanese term for autism

chapter links: ONE, TWO, AO3

[YEAR ONE.]

Graduation comes.

Finally.

In the months since you and Suguru were offered scholarships with Jujutsu High, word slowly spread around the school. Suguru and you have to sit on the roof for lunches to escape your growing popularity. You have no idea why these people have started to crawl out of the woodworks, but Suguru said he kind of expected it. It’s not only you two that want out of the village and you two are going to live the life that everyone else dreams of. They think they can worm their way into your lives now and leech off any future success or have an in inside Tokyo.

Still, you can’t believe how many addresses and phone numbers you’re given. There are a few that you keep, people from the art club that you joined who have always been cordial enough to you. You felt a little obligated because they pitched in to buy you a relatively nice art supply kit to continue your craft in Tokyo. The rest of the contact information is tossed in the trash, some right in front of their faces out of spite.

Meanwhile, Suguru is almost suspended.

No one can prove that Nakayama Izuru was attacked by Suguru, though. It’s not possible for a human to leave the claw marks on Nakayama’s arms. You can only imagine that saccharine smile that Suguru was wearing when he told the school staff that he saw a tanuki attack Nakayama. The only crime he committed was not getting help sooner and, for that, he apologized. Nakayama himself even admitted that he didn’t see anything or that Suguru didn’t put hands on him, but he knows Suguru was responsible somehow.

You, obviously, know better.

“Idiot,” you hiss when you and Suguru are at your usual afterschool hangout spot by the river. “That wasn’t very heroic of you. It could’ve costed you your scholarship if word got back to Tokyo.”

Suguru rolls his eyes. “It wasn’t even that bad. A cat could’ve done more damage than I did.”

You sigh. “I know we’ve always teased people with your collection, but we’ve never drawn blood. You don’t like him, never have, but I didn’t think it was that bad.” You throw a rock, trying to get it to skip across the water, but it just gives a sad plop and sinks. “What happened?”

“Remember when you and Endo got in that fight a few months ago?” You nod slowly. “It was something like that.” He’s not looking at you, but his rage still lingers. He’s usually good at skipping rocks, but not today. “Which means you can’t judge me because if you knew how to fight, you definitely would’ve. Don’t even try to pretend you wouldn’t.”

“Yeah, but I suck at keeping my mouth shut and can’t control my emotions for shit. I know I’m gonna struggle when we start high school because of that.” This isn’t a scolding. You’re just really worried because, “You’re good at letting that stuff roll off you.”

Suguru’s frown deepens. “Not about you.” If it wasn’t so quiet here, you’d have missed him whisper, “Never about you.”

“People have made fun of me before.”

“It’s different.” He presses a thumb against his forehead. “Can we drop this?”

“Well, I kinda want to know what he said. I told you what Endo said, didn’t I?”

“I’d rather not.”

“Suguru,” you sing. “I’ll keep asking. Don’t I have a right to know?”

“I was trying to be polite.” His eye is twitching irritably. “He said that he never noticed until now how nice your tits are. The nicest in our class.” You burst out in a fit of laughter. A vein throbs at his temple. Maybe this is why he didn’t want to say anything. “It’s not funny, Squid. It was disgusting. He tried to act buddy-buddy with me while I was waiting for you to get done with art club. He wanted to know if you were still a virgin or not.”

You shake your head, wiping a stray tear from your eye. “Nakayama thinks because his father owns the biggest farm that he’s worth something. Not even Endo would date him and she’s the most popular girl in school.” You crouch down to rummage for some skipping stones. “Hey, if we’re still virgins by the end of high school, want to take each other’s virginities?”

It’s like all the fight rushes out of him, the way Suguru sighs and how his shoulders slump in defeat. “You shouldn’t say things like that.” His neck, the tips of his ears, his entire face…it’s all so red. It’s rare to find, but there are some things that go too far. You open your mouth to apologize, but he interrupts. “You promise?”

“I promise.” You give one of the stones you find a few tosses, making sure it’s light enough. “I kind of always thought it would be you, anyway. Now that we’re leaving the village, you’ll get super popular at this new school, so I doubt you’ll be single by the time we graduate, but this is on the off chance that you are.” He tilts his head back, staring up at the skies. That’s his existential crisis face. “I’m sorry. Was that too far?”

“I always thought it would be you, too,” he admits quietly. “I guess…you’re making it sound so transactional.”

Right. Girls say that the first time is supposed to be special. “I can try to make it special for you, if it happens. I don’t really understand what special means, but I’ll try.”

Suguru shakes himself out of his thoughts. “I’ll make it special, don’t worry.”

“Don’t think about it too much. You’ll definitely get a boyfriend or girlfriend.”

“It could be the other way around, y’know.”

You scoff. “Where we’re going…seeing the spirits is normal. So, everyone there will be normal. That’s when my weirdness is really going to shine. You’re used to it. Do you think someone is willingly going to deal with my stupid habits and quirks? How do I even explain to another person that even seeing cotton balls makes my teeth hurt?” You shake your head. “I’m already high enough maintenance for you and you’re my best friend. It’d be worse for a boyfriend or girlfriend, wouldn’t it?”

Suguru says your name. You look over at him and he’s sad. “You’re not high maintenance.”

“You’re my best friend. You’re obligated to say that.”

“No, I’m not. You know I’m honest with you. Would you like an example of my honesty? Here’s one—you’re so blind that, sometimes, it amazes me.”

You throw a rock at the vicinity of his feet. He moves to dodge it. “Rude.”

***

Non-sorcerer students are required to move on campus two weeks before school starts. There will be some informal classes on the most basic of jujutsu basics to give you somewhat a foundation. In yours and Suguru’s cases, Yaga lies to both your parents and has someone come pick you and your things up three weeks before school starts.

At the nearest relatively big city, Yaga makes the driver stop. He practically shoves food down your throats, lecturing the entire time about the importance of eating to make up for the massive amounts of energy that you’ll be burning by using cursed energy and fighting spirits.

Then, he forces you both to choose cell phones.

You and Suguru, obviously from very humble means, protest. None of them are cheap. Yaga shuts you down and declares this as yet another requirement. Essentially, you’ll always be on-call, especially as you become a more seasoned sorcerer. You need a way to communicate with others and be communicated with in return. Yaga mutters something under his breath before he heads outside to take a smoke break with the driver.

“He’ll probably yell at us if we go for the cheapest thing,” Suguru mutters as he looks around the store.

“Something in the middle, then,” you agree.

In your defense, you do get something that’s not the most expensive. There wasn’t any mention about the design or color. It called to you, okay? You could take or leave the color, but the almost metallic shine of it. It’s so sleek and smooth. The number keys are nearly flat and it’s satisfying to run your fingers over the slight bump of them.

Yaga doesn’t even bat an eye when you hand over the hot pink flip phone. He simply takes what you’ve chosen, takes Suguru’s chunky option, and goes to the counter to pay for them and set up your new numbers. You and Suguru stand there, almost with bated breath.

It’s hard to believe that the school is investing so much money into you both already. Yaga didn’t even mention this coming out of your monthly stipend. A stipend, by the way, that you and Suguru weren’t aware of until you were on the road. You’d asked if you needed to tell your parents because that seemed like a pretty important thing for Yaga to forget. Yaga had shrugged and, casual as anything, said, “it’s your money now. Tell whoever you want about it.”

And, as easy as it was then for him, it is now because Yaga hands you your phones back, numbers on some paperwork, and that’s it. He walks out of the store and gets in the car. You and Suguru share a look of disbelief before you scramble to follow after him and climb in the back of the car.

It’s still a drive to a train station that will take you the rest of the way to Tokyo. The driver turns the music up. You and Suguru immediately duck your heads down, heads knocking together, voices hushed as you marvel over your new phones. You can’t stop rubbing your thumb over the smooth surface. Suguru isn’t the type to get distracted by something like texture, so he’s already clicking through it to add your phone number.

“Add me,” he demands. “What? Were you blinded by that gaudy color?”

“Like you have room to talk,” you shoot right back at him. “That’s got a MP3 built into it.”

“Are you the only one here that can be an enjoyer of the arts?”

“You could’ve kept using the radio.” You’re already a little sad. It’s a favorite pastime—you and Suguru, sprawled out on the floor, listening to the radio. Maybe you can save up for one. “Whatever. You better share the headphones whenever you figure out how to put music on that thing.”

“You better use your phone as a SOS if we’re ever lost.”

The only response to that is your harrumph and grabbing your backpack off the floor. Suguru goes back to his phone as you pull out your pencil and sketchbook. It’s a bumpy road. You already have a sketch of Hong, but maybe you’ll just do another rough one to fill the time. You flip through the pages upon pages of new and old cursed spirits that Suguru now holds, trying to find an open spot. There’s not much room left. Mother hates to buy you sketchbooks, seeing it as indulging your abnormality.

“You’re a talented artist,” Yaga commends. You pull the sketchbook against your chest instinctively. Yaga doesn’t acknowledge the action. Just asks, “Are those the cursed spirits that you’ve seen?” You lower the sketchbook back down in your lap, nodding shyly. “May I?”

You usually hide your sketchbook away from the eyes of others because classmates and adults were easily disturbed by what they thought were figments of your imagination. It’s going to take time to get over this surrealism that comes from everyone seeing the things you can and treating it as if it’s normal. So, you hesitantly hold out your sketchbook for him to take. You’re nervous as you watch him flip through the pages.

“These notes…you study them?” Yaga correctly assumes.

“Yes.”

“How?”

“Um…they can’t see me unless I want them to,” you explain slowly. “I can make them calm, too.”

“How have you been destroying them?”

“We don’t,” Suguru answers on your behalf. “I eat them.”

Yaga’s eyes widen. “You…eat them?”

“Maybe a better way to say it is that I absorb them,” Suguru corrects. “After that, I can summon them whenever I want.”

Yaga tries to hide it, but he seems…shaken. He glances back down at your sketchbook, quickly thumbing through the pages. “Is this all that you’ve taken down together? Is this how many you’ve swallowed, Geto?”

Suguru takes the sketchbook back from Yaga. Suguru is a lot more familiar with your sketches, but he skims through the pages once again. “I think this is about right,” he finally answers Yaga. “There might be more in my arsenal. Sometimes, we find spirits on our own or she doesn’t want to sketch whatever we find.”

“Right.” Yaga is nodding to himself. “We’ll explore your individual techniques more when the term starts.”

***

You’re allowed a few days to unpack and acquaint yourselves with campus before you’re taken to be fitted for your new school uniforms.

“Whatever I want?”

The tailor nods. “It’s important that you be comfortable and be in clothes that are easy for you to move in. It goes without saying that you’re a representation of the school, so you can’t be indecent, but that is your only condition,” she explains. “I’ll check-in with you after your first assignment to make sure your uniform doesn’t need any further adjustments. Also, the uniform expenses aren’t deducted from your stipend. This is on the school’s budget.”

The second that the tailor shows you the standard uniform, you turn your nose up at it. You rub the fabric between your fingers, examining it critically. The fabric, you think you could deal with, but if you can throw out the blazer then you’ll immediately jump on that chance. You’ve always preferred baggy clothes, so you shop a size or two too large. Your mother never complained because that meant your clothes lasted longer. So, you think about your wardrobe. Think about what your go-to clothes are when you’re not in a stiff school uniform.

After giving it some thought while your measurements are taken, you decide on a skirt, thin tights, and a hooded sweatshirt.

It’s an outfit that you can justify. The skirt will allow for freer movement. Tights, if they’re thin enough fabric, don’t really bother you because they’re like a second skin. The sweatshirt won’t have the same restrictive sleeves that the blazer does. Lastly, if you’re overwhelmed after assignments then you can hide under your hood.

The tailor accepts the design and tells you that she’ll call when the uniform is ready.

You’re thankful that Suguru is so tall because you’d have panicked otherwise if you stepped outside the tailor shop and couldn’t see him in front of a shop across the street. Your brows raise when you see that it’s a small tattoo shop. Outside the door, there’s a binder on a stand that must have their services and examples from their portfolio. Suguru isn’t looking at the tattoos. No, he seems to be carefully considering the section with ear piercings.

And, honestly, you’re not surprised.

“That school trip to Osorezan really left an impression on you, huh?”

It’d been the first year of middle school that your class went on a trip to Osorezan, believed to be the entrance to the afterlife. It was a religious, historical, and scientific field trip all wrapped into one since the Bodaiji temple is inside the caldera of an active volcano. The high amounts of sulfur gave the waters varying shades of blue. The land was gray and barren. But there was also a hot spring. Statues were littered around the area to represent the souls of the dead.

Just going off the limited knowledge that Yaga gave you, it makes sense that there were so many cursed spirits there. It’s a place of reverence, sure, but people probably go there out of desperation, too. On some level, it might be feared—whether because of the lore or the volcano near it.

It was an overnight trip. You and Suguru hadn’t slept a fucking wink. It was amazing. You’d adored it because of the nature and science. Suguru fell in love with the history and spirituality.

“Shut up.” The tips of his ears are red. “The tailor said there’s no dress code. Yaga said the only rule is to not bring too much attention to the school.” He rubs at his ear lobe. “It looks really cool, doesn’t it?”

“I think you’re being a stereotypical smalltown kid that’s going wild in the big city,” you deadpan.

“Well, I’m doing it. If it bothers you so much then stay out here,” he says primly.

You’ve started to flip through the pages of piercings. “No, no.” There’s one thing that caught your eye. You touch the picture of a tongue piercing. “Just think it’s a little funny that as soon as your feet stepped down in Tokyo, you went running.” Do your eyes glaze over when you think about running the little metal ball of a piercing across your teeth? Maybe. “I want this one.”

“Eh? I’m just getting gauges. You’re getting way wilder than me. You understand that, right?” Suguru is grinning as he grabs your wrist. “Let’s go.”

***

A week later, your tongue has healed enough that you finally learn to talk around it. Just as you suspected, the urge to roll it between your teeth is hard to pin down while you let it fully heal. It’ll be another three to five weeks. Yaga never said a word about it when you both showed up to a classroom the next day. All he did was throw some textbooks at you both and got to lecturing.

You guess you need to start thinking of him as sensei.

Suguru talks about you being a huge nerd, but he’s the one that’s in the school library, trying to dive deeper into…everything that you’ve learned, basically. Despite the fact that you’ll be spending the next three years gaining more knowledge about the jujutsu world. He’s always been like that—impatient when he’s eager. Well…maybe he picked that up from you.

Anyway, you left him behind to enjoy the weather and view. If you’re not with Suguru, you’re enjoying the view. The campus is nestled on a mountain outside Tokyo. It’s got the kind of scenery that inspires a person. This is the first time, probably ever, that you draw things that are not cursed spirits. That’s what you’re doing now. You have an urge to draw the contrast of the bright red torii gate against the lush, green foliage.

You almost lose your art supplies to gravity when someone rushes in front of you. Not that you’d say anything, but you can send them a shitty look. You’re a little more forgiving when you see their vision is blocked by a big box. Another person follows with another equally big box follows after that person. You blink and look in the direction of where they’re coming from.

A group has made their way to the top of the staircase that leads up to the school.

They are…very bright.

Almost everyone in the small group has blinding white hair and blue eyes. Not only that, but they are also dressed in traditional clothes that you know are expensive. The colors are vibrant. Just from here, you can tell just one of those kimonos probably costs more than your childhood house. Every woman in the group has a gold kanzashi in their hair with a dangling charm in the form of a…is that a dragonfly?

Off to the side of this group, though, is a boy your age. Same white hair and blue eyes, yes, but he’s dressed so casually that it’s almost obscene next to the rest of his people. Just a white shirt, pair of basketball shorts, and some sneakers. Thismust be one of your two classmates. Yaga said there would be another boy and girl enrolling. And…he must be moving on campus early. You wonder why. Clearly, those people are his family and they’re loaded. Why on earth would he want to leave home early?

The classmate stops and turns to stare at you dead-on. Don’t come over here, don’t come over here, don’t come over here, you silently plead. You weren’t prepared to deal with other people yet. It’s still a new place and new information is constantly getting thrown at you and you just don’t have the mental energy to deal with strangers.

Fate is not on your side, though, and your classmate closes the distance between you and him.

You’re wary when he’s right in front of you. If you weren’t desensitized by Suguru, this guy’s height would definitely intimidate you a lot more. You’re still nervous which could be because he’s really close to you physically. Your body tenses, instinctively preparing for unwanted touch.

“Show me around.”

“Huh?”

“Show me around,” he repeats.

Okay. You’re not sure what you expected. Normally, people give a little context when you question what they say. “I’m new, too. Our sensei is here, though. His name is Yaga.” You tilt your head slightly. “I can go grab him instead.”

“I asked you. You’re one of those shy types, right? Probably not good with talking to hot guys? I figure you won’t talk while we walk around the place.” He says all that…so casually. “I’ve had that hag back there in my ear all day. I got a headache. If you wanna keep talking, though, I’ll just go find someone else.”

“The only other person here will tell you to fuck off if you go around making demands like this,” you state bluntly. Actually, you wouldn’t be surprised if he ended up punching this guy in the nose. “Look, I come off as rude, too, but you should maybe think a little longer before you speak.” Oh, no. You sounded like Suguru just now.

The guy squints at you. “Who the hell are you? Where you from? Do you not know who I am?”

Oh. Yaga warned you and Suguru about this in a roundabout way. The jujutsu world is super traditional. There are these three clans that have been around for hundreds and hundreds of years, so they’re really respected. They’re competitive with each other and try to pump out more talented sorcerers. They tend to turn their nose up at people like you and Suguru who have no hint of sorcery in your family or ancestry.

You give him your name, the prefecture you came from, and then answer with a curt, “No, I don’t know who you are. Should I?”

He clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes. “So…you’re a hick. That’s what your deal is?” Hmm, well, he’s technically not wrong about that. “Whatever. I’m Gojo Satoru. You can ask the Yaga guy about how important I am later. Can we go now?”

You could not follow Gojo when he walks past you, but his…family or whatever is taking up the space that you were going to use for your art. Also, you can sympathize with needing an excuse to get away from a large group of people, especially when you’re overwhelmed. Not saying that Gojo is, but he did mention a headache.

So, you and Gojo take a stroll.

It’s quiet, aside from the sounds of nature and your footfalls. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see his head turn in your direction. What? Is he shocked that you respected his wish to be quiet? You don’t want to force a conversation.

After maybe half an hour of walking, you declare, “I think we’re far away enough that you don’t need me anymore.” You point at the bench in front of a pond that you purposely led yourselves to. “So, I’m going to do what I was going to do.” You give a polite half-hearted bow. “It was nice to meet you. I look forward to working with you in the future.”

Suguru texts as soon as you sit down, asking where you went off to. You’re terrible with directions, so you send him a shot of the pond and the building closest to it. You don’t mention Gojo. You’ll tell him about it later. Your fingers glide over the hard cover of the new sketchbook and the fresh, crisp, blank page that you turn to. You treat this sketchbook carefully because it’s the nicest you’ve ever seen.

Yaga said that it was very important to nurture your curiosity in understanding cursed spirits, so it was a more than worthy investment to get you sketchbooks. The more knowledge that you gain about the jujutsu world, the deeper your understanding of them goes, and that can be helpful to the jujutsu world. No one has ever had an ability like yours that he knows of, Yaga had told you privately. Knowledge of cursed spirits is only gained in the heat of battle or the aftermath of death. Your pacification abilities allow the study of cursed spirits without the bloodshed.

In that meeting, you’d tried to make Yaga see some sense. You’re some nobody from nowhere with a weird fixation on drawing the cursed spirits. He has all these big aspirations for you, but you highly doubt that you can live up to them. It wasn’t even about the sketchbook at that point. Suguru’s technique is the one that will change the world.

With you and Suguru, I think your techniques have skewed your worldviews. Suguru has shown me some of his higher-grade spirits. Exorcising those would be bloody work for anyone else. Your technique is more suited for a supportive role, yes, but don’t dismiss your power. It’s a trickle-down effect—you’ll save the lives of fellow sorcerers who will go on to exorcise spirits that saves the lives of current and future non-sorcerers.

You’d definitely cried after that conversation with Yaga. No one has ever wanted to…foster your interest like this. Setting aside how disturbed they were by the content that you drew, they saw no use in it. It was fine as a child, but in the past year or so, they had outright started to scold you for not putting the pencil down. You were the daughter of farmers and would never be famous for your art, so you needed to invest in better skills. Even your art teacher wanted to censor you and told you that any drawings needed to be school-appropriate.

More dedicated than ever, you’ve been almost obsessive with drawing.

“Oi.”

You’ve literally only drawn the rough shape of the pond. You try not to sigh or let your irritation at being interrupted show on your face when you tilt your head up. “Yes?”

“What if I did want a tour?”

It was obvious from the get-go that Gojo is a blunt person, so you don’t lie out of politeness. “I still get lost, so I’m the wrong person to ask. Like I said before, go ask Sensei.” You drop your attention to your lap and start sketching again. “Besides, I’m not good at talking to people.”

“It’s not like we have to chat. Just tell me the buildings.”

“Didn’t you say you have a headache?”

“Yeah, but I always have a headache.” That’s…alarming. You look back up at him, concerned. He shrugs and says, “Six Eyes,” as if you have any idea what that is supposed to mean. “Ugh. Right. Small town girl or whatever.” Then, he tries to dismiss it all with, “It’s a Gojo clan thing. I have special eyes that make my technique better, but the cost is migraines.”

Oh. It’s like Suguru’s technique, then. In the sense that there’s a massive blowback. Suguru has told you about the taste of curses and how disgusting doesn’t even come close to describing how awful it is. He tries to pretend that the taste is the only bad thing about it, but there’s a reason why he would wait until night to eat them where he could lay down immediately after. He’s even admitted that he would eat them to make his body forget about its hunger.

You’re sympathetic to the sensitivity. There are days when an overcast is still too bright. You bought a pair of sunglasses while you were out with Suguru, but…you can always get more. You have a whole monthly stipend now. Also, you got your uniform and you’re wearing it, so you can use the hood if the light is too much.

“Here.” You pull the sunglasses from where they’re perched on the top of your head. They’re a simple pair with thin silver frame and blue, circular lenses. Gojo looks between you and the sunglasses that you have held out. You hesitate. “What? Are they too girly or something?”

“Uh…no. I…” He looks genuinely perplexed. “You don’t know who I am. Why are you giving me these?”

“My senses are stupidly delicate, too. I know what having a bad day feels like. I don’t need these today, so you can have them. I can go buy new ones if I need them.” Oh! You remember something important and inform him, “I’ve worn them inside and Yaga doesn’t care, so you’re good on that front.”

Gojo takes the sunglasses from you but doesn’t put them on yet. “Inside?”

Oops. “Sorry. I forgot that people are weird about sunglasses inside.” You tap your pencil against the sketchbook, trying to figure out how to say what you want to. “I don’t really understand what the issue there is. Sunglasses are designed to help when it’s too bright. Inside can be as bright as outside, so I’m just using them for their intended purpose. That’s how I see it.” Oops again. You started rambling. “I’ll take them back if you don’t want them. You didn’t seem like the type to care about the opinions of others, is all.”

“No, I want them.” He yanks them away when you try to take them back. “I—”

“Hey!”

Suguru’s normally soft voice raising like that makes you yelp and jump in your seat. You whip your head around to see him storming toward you, fists and jaw clenched. You’re alarmed to see him so visibly angry. You scramble to stand up and meet him in the middle. “Suguru?”

“Aren’t you too old to be picking on people?” Suguru asks with narrowed eyes. He’s looking over your head, at Gojo. “Give those back to her.”

Oh! Now, you understand. To someone else, it would look like Gojo stole your sunglasses and is trying to keep them away to be a bully.

“Suguru, no. It’s okay—”

“Heh!” Gojo’s cocky laugh makes you angle your body so you can look between them both. He smirks smugly and makes a show of putting on your sunglasses. “Who are you? Mommy?” Gojo shoves his hands in his pockets, feigning nonchalance. “I didn’t steal them, so calm down, mama bear.” Gojo points at Suguru while asking you, “This the guy that’s gonna tell me to fuck off if I don’t find some manners?”

“I’m certainty thinking about it right now,” Suguru sneers. His anger simmers back down and he goes back to his polite yet cool indifference. He ignores Gojo’s obvious baiting and moves his attention to you. “Is that true? Did you give those to him?” You nod. Suguru frowns. “You just bought those.”

“I was trying to be nice to our new classmate.” Suguru’s brow twitches in irritation—probably over the knowledge that this is one of your two classmates. Gojo has not made a good first impression, to say the least. “It’s no big deal. I can buy some new ones when we go to the konbini.”

“Eh? I want to go!” Gojo whines.

Suguru forces a polite smile. “You should stay here. I’m sure that Sensei will have some things to go over with you.”

“I don’t know how to get back. Sketch here was showing me around.”

“Sketch?” Suguru and you repeat, in unison.

“Yeah! Sketch!” Gojo motions towards your sketchbook that you left on the bench. “Because you’re an artsy girl.”

“You should know someone longer than an hour before you go giving them nicknames,” Suguru lectures.

Gojo cocks his head to the side, genuinely confused. “Should you?”

“Yes. Otherwise, it’s just being presumptuous.”

“Ask the lady, then.” Gojo hunches over, prowling toward you with a mischievous grin, getting very close to your face with his. “You don’t mind it, do you…” He lifts his head, purposely baiting Suguru when he adds, “…Sketch?”

Now, you may not be the best at social cues or reading the room, but even you know that whatever you say is going to be the wrong thing. Do you actually care about the nickname thing? No. Also, is Suguru forgetting that he literally gave you the Squid nickname only after a week? Sure, you were both six and he forgot your name, but the point stands.

“I think I’m in the middle of a dick measuring contest,” you muse aloud. Suguru sighs in exasperation while Gojo gives a delighted laugh. “I’m going to walk away now.”

“Yes. We should go,” Suguru agrees through gritted teeth.

As you and Suguru are walking away, after you’ve gathered all your things up, Gojo loudly asks, “Aren’t you gonna introduce yourself?”

Suguru understands, on some level, that it would be beneficial to get along with your peers since there’s only going to be four of you in the whole class. That’s why you’ve indulged Gojo’s…neediness? Entitlement? Whatever it is. And Suguru won’t be as nice as you—which is ironic because he’s usually the polite one—but he does turn around and introduce himself with a curt, “I’m Geto Suguru.”

“Gojo Satoru,” Gojo shoots back cockily. “Aren’t you going to tell me how much you look forward to working with me?”

“No.” Ah. Suguru’s patience has reached its end. “We’re leaving now.”

***

It’s not until about a week later, one week before the term starts, that you actually see Gojo on campus. This isn’t to say that you’re not painfully aware of what Gojo has been up to. Because what his purpose in life seems to be right now is to dig his way under Suguru’s skin. While in separate rooms, they still share communal spaces—kitchen, showers, laundry. Suguru tries to stay in his room, but they’re bound to run into each other, and when they do…

Well, you learn that there are alarms imbued in the protective barrier around campus that blare when a cursed spirit is detected within. Spirits from Suguru’s collection are no exception. That unexpected noise had you in a panic. Suguru and Gojo had an extremely long lecture and were forced to clean the already pristine classrooms as punishment.

You’re making your rounds on the track. Sensei recommended it since you’re not nearly as in shape as Suguru. He was trusted to work in the fields back home way more than you were. The most that you were trusted to do was wash picked crops. You weren’t even allowed to pick out the bad crops because you took too long. You’re a perfectionist and kept questioning if you should let a crop slip through or not.

Gojo plops down on the stone staircase that leads down to the track and field. You feel like you should ignore him out of loyalty to Suguru, but you can’t do that here. You have to try and get along with your classmates. You leave the lectures to Sensei and hope that Suguru’s temper will cool down with time. Also…Gojo is waving a second popsicle in the air to get your attention and it’s really tempting. Too tempting.

You wordlessly take the popsicle and examine the flavor. It’s red bean. You’re instantly wary. “Did you get the same?” Gojo flashes the reddish tinted popsicle in answer. He shoves it back in his mouth before you can get a good look. Fine. You’ll just ask outright. “Does it have pieces of red beans in it?”

Gojo scowls. You think you’ve offended him for asking too many questions about his gift, but it turns out that he’s actually upset about something else entirely. “No! Ew! What am I? A heathen?” His nose scrunches up in disgust. “Dude, that’s so gross. Who like chunks in their ice cream? The whole point is for it to be creamy and smooth!”

You almost sigh in relief. “I think sprinkles are okay, but…yeah. Everything else is too much.”

“Ugh, no. Sprinkles are too chalky. They leave this…eh…it’s like a film kind of feeling on my teeth. I hate it. I have to scoop it off any desserts which pisses me off more because I love whipped cream and I’m losing it to fucking sprinkles.”

You nod sagely. “A waste of good food.”

“Thank you! You get it!” Gojo sighs dramatically. “You’re so much cooler than your boyfriend, Sketch!”

“Because I agreed with you about dessert preferences? Also, Suguru isn’t my boyfriend. He’s my best friend. We’ve lived in the same village all our lives. There was no one else like us. People that could see cursed spirits, I mean.”

Gojo is still wearing the sunglasses that you gave him. You can’t tell that he’s looking you over until he allows them to slip down the bridge of his nose. “Really? He acts like a possessive boyfriend, though.”

You rub the back of your neck. “We’re protective of each other because of…other private stuff.” You know not to put Suguru’s relationship with his parents on blast. “Oh, and he says he’s not, but I think he’s protective because of my diagnosis.”

“Diagnosis?”

“Jiheishō,” you answer casually between licks of your popsicle. “I was always weird as a baby and a toddler. Then, I talked about seeing things, and that pushed my parents over the edge. They took me to a doctor, and I got diagnosed.”

“Huh. What’s that like?”

“I don’t know. It’s who I am. How do you explain being?” You pause. “I would say that you could ask Suguru since he’s on the outside looking in, but…you’re being an annoying dick to him.”

Gojo cackles. “But he makes it so easy!”

“I’m not one to assume because it’s hard to know what people think or I don’t understand them the right way, but…have you ever tried to make friends before? If I didn’t already know that you have to go to a school, I’d ask if you’ve even been around other people your age. This isn’t how you get along with your peers.”

He scoffs. “Why do I need to get along with my peers? Why do I need friends?”

“Because it’s lonely and miserable without them?”

“Ha! You ever stop to think that it’s lonely and miserable with them?” There’s a bitter twist to his mouth. He nudges the sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose, hiding his eyes away. “I mean, you said it, didn’t you? It’s such a chore to figure out how other people work and what they’re thinking. Normies are too…normal. Clan kids are only sucking up because my clan is the most powerful. It’s stupid and complicated. Why bother?”

Oh. That’s…sad…and also way too relatable. Your expression softens. “Those aren’t friends, though. You know that, right? I guess my opinion might not count because I only have one friend, but…he’s made my life better. I like to think that I’ve made his better, too.” He sticks his tongue out in disgust. You shrug. “It’s true. He’s been the only person that listens to me when I can’t shut up about art styles or cursed spirits because I’m really interested in those. I can be me around him.”

“You’re probably not as annoying as you think you are,” he dismisses. “Now, I’m annoying. I can’t shut up about Digimon.”

“You’re probably not as annoying as you think you are,” you repeat mockingly. He flips you off and you smirk in response. “Do you want to talk about it with me? I’ll listen. It sounds like you’ve been around shitty people that don’t want to hear about things that make you happy.”

Gojo is actually…hesitant. That makes you even sadder. You know this all too well. “I yap a lot. Seriously.”

You make yourself laugh past the hurt you feel out of sympathy for him. “I’ve got my sketchbook with me. I’ll show you what real yapping is.”

It’s the right thing for you to say. Putting a competitive spin on it makes it easier for Gojo to be open, it seems. “Oh, you are so on, Sketch.” He rises to his feet with a renewed excitement. “You should come help me finish unpacking! I have a lot of Digimon stuff, so it’ll be easier to explain everyone with that!”

“Eh? Are girls allowed—”

Gojo doesn’t hear you. He snatches you by the wrist and you stumble to keep up with him. You’re halfway to the boys’ dorm before he finally listens when you tell him that he left your sketchbook behind. You watch him sprint back toward the track, still trying to figure out how the hell you ended up here.

Suguru loves to read, but not manga. There was only one television in your house that your parents always had control of, so they never let you watch anime. Obviously, you know that Digimon is a manga and anime. It’s big like Pokémon. You know there are little creatures, but that’s about the extent of it.

Gojo changes that.

It’s a little confusing, sure, but you like hearing people talk about the things they like. Maybe it’s because you’re so used yourself to the rejection of being shut down because you’re boring people by talking about the same thing or overwhelming them with talking too much or liking weird things. You don’t want other people to feel like that. It was obvious from Gojo’s demeanor that it’s something he’s experienced, too.

As you look at all the figurines and manga and plushies, you wonder if his family threw money at this thing he likes and left him alone with it all. You don’t think he would be so cynical about other people if he had support from his family. Would you be okay if you parents paid for the most expensive art supplies in the world and left you to it? You prefer to be alone, but…isn’t this special interest more special when you can share it with someone?

“Squid?”

You and Gojo are both in the middle of his room, on the floor, and currently have your faces shoved against his little plushies that are shaped like the first evolution of the original Digimon set. It’s so soft and squishy. Gojo is really proud of finding them and you can’t blame him. It’s cool that he’s not afraid to have cute things like this like a lot of guys are.

“Oh. Hey, Suguru.” You look over your shoulder at him, a little nervous. Before he can grill you about being alone with his unofficial rival, you quickly explain, “I’m getting informed about Digimon.” You spin around on your ass, shoving the plushy out. “Come feel this. It’s so soft.”

Suguru scowls. “No.”

“No is right!” Gojo loudly agrees. “He’s not allowed to the nice stuff!”

“Girls aren’t allowed in our dorm,” Suguru says more to Gojo than you.

“It’s fine until dark. I already asked Yaga.”

Suddenly, there’s a tension in Suguru’s shoulders. His jaw clenches and his eyes narrow at Gojo. “Why do you know that?”

“Shouldn’t you be happy about this news?” Gojo shoots back, a clear deflection. “You can hang out with her now.”

Suguru presses a thumb to the center of his forehead. He holds that position, trying to calm himself down. When he does, he moves his attention back to you. “He didn’t pressure you to come in here, did he?”

Before Gojo can open his mouth, you swing the plushy back to hit him. The way he sputters and Suguru’s proud smirk is a sign that you hit him right in the face. “I can make decisions on my own,” you tell Suguru which wipes that little smirk right off his face. “We’re doing a show and tell…kind of. You should bring your headphones and let us listen to your music!”

“I didn’t consent to this!” Gojo complains.

This going back and forth is a little annoying, so you angle your body to face them both. To Gojo, you say, “Okay, that’s your call. This is your stuff, after all.” To Suguru, you ask, “Um…I’ll meet you in an hour? We can listen to your music then. Does that sound good?”

Gojo groans. The excitement to share outweighs his need to annoy Suguru because he concedes with an exasperated, “Fine! He can come hang out!”

“Fine,” Suguru agrees with the same amount of annoyance.

But, hey, a win is a win.

***

The last of your class moves in a few days before the semester starts. It’s early in the morning when she does, so the noise in the hallway startles you awake, and you go stumbling out of your room without a second thought to how you’re dressed. Your door opening catches your roommate’s attention and she’s looking in your direction when you walk in her line of sight.

Both of you stare wordlessly at one another. There’s a beauty mark under the corner of her eye that catches your attention before anything else. Her brunette hair is cut short, barely past her chin, and her bangs are swept to the side. You’re watched by curious, brown eyes. At first glance, you think she’s got a cigarette in her mouth, but it doesn’t have the filter on the end. It might be one of those chalky candy sticks.

“Oh! You’re so pretty!” You blurt the words out before your sleep-addled brain can catch them. Heat crawls up the back of your neck and the tips of your ears. “Sorry!”

She laughs good-naturedly. “What? Should I be offended by a pretty girl giving me compliments?” And how…do you react to that? No one has ever called you pretty before. She unintentionally throws you a bone by moving the conversation somewhere else with her name. “I’m Ieiri Shoko. Nice to meet you.”

You give her your name, bow, and the same polite, “Nice to meet you, too. I look forward to working with you.”

“We’re living together now. You don’t need to be all formal.” It’s a force of habit. You learned quickly as a child that the world revolves around politeness and manners. “Sorry for waking you.”

“That’s okay.” You hesitate. “Do you need help?”

“Please. My parents bailed. I’m lucky they even had the time to drop me off. Not sure how they even had the time to pop me out with how busy they are at the hospital.”

You’re rolling up your sleeves as you walk over to her door. “They’re…doctors?”

“Surgeons, yeah,” she answers casually. “Makes sense that I ended up with the technique that I did, even if no sorcerer in our family has ever had it. We’ve always been big on healing, or so my parents have told me.”

“What’s your technique?”

“Reverse Cursed Technique, but I can use it on myself and others. It’s rare to extend it to other people.” Your blank expression has her chuckling. “You’re from a non-sorcerer family, huh?”

Your face is back to being hot again. “Sorry. Sensei…um…I don’t think he went over that yet.”

“I’m not sure that he will. It’s advanced. Even among the best, strongest sorcerers, it’s a rare skill. Baby sorcerers only know about it because it’s a thing to aspire to, y’know?”

Whoa. “What is it? You must be really powerful, right?”

Ieiri laughs. “No way. Reverse Cursed Technique alone is healing yourself. Like I said, I can take it further and heal others. Oh, and I have this…ability to find disturbances in the mind and body.” Then, she puts her ability in practice. “I know you got your tongue pierced.”

Your fingers fly up to touch your lips. “And you think that’s not powerful?”

“Flatterer.” Between all your back and forth with her, you’ve both gotten all the boxes inside her room. She flops down on the bare mattress. “What’s your technique?”

“Nothing as cool or useful as yours, I think.” You rock back and forth on your feet nervously. “They don’t see me unless I want them to. Also, I can pacify them. Nothing more than that. I only make them calm.”

“Guess we’ll both be saving lives.” There it is again. Someone can see more purpose in your technique than you can. Your brain just can’t compute with that. You’ll just…stand there and pacify spirits. It seems like so little to save actual lives. “Are our other classmates here yet? Have you met them?”

“Yes. One of them is my best friend, actually. His name is Geto Suguru. We came from the same village and he’s from a non-sorcerer family, too. Please be patient with both of us. And our other classmate is Gojo Satoru—” Ieiri groans loudly. You smile meekly. “I guess you know that his family is important?”

“If you have even a hint of sorcery in your family, you know about the big three clans, so, yeah, I know. My parents have never been active sorcerers, but they’re in the know of the community. No one has been able to shut up about the Gojo heir since he was born. I think my parents said it’s been…hundreds of years since someone was born with the Six Eyes?”

You nod. “Right. He said something about that. They’re special.”

“That’s an understatement.” There’s a lull in the conversation and, in the silence, you hear a familiar noise. It didn’t come from you. Ieiri laughs, no hint of shame at her stomach outing her. “I guess since I woke you up that you haven’t had breakfast. Want to grab something to eat? My parents didn’t give me time to eat.”

Your brows furrow. “They’re doctors. Shouldn’t they be more worried about your nutrition?”

Ieiri just starts laughing.

***

The school term starts.

Suguru and Gojo still aren’t getting along well. It almost seems worse because when actual schoolwork starts, they’re essentially tied on their marks. In regard to their techniques, while Gojo has more cursed energy, Suguru has more refined control. Suguru also takes to martial arts extremely well and Gojo, who you’re sure has been touched even less than you have, is almost always overcome when they spar. Gojo is faster than Suguru and is learning to use that to an advantage.

As for you and Ieiri, you hope that she likes her as much as you like her. It’s…easy to be around her. You admit that you had a lot of issues with her deadpan sense of humor, but she seemed to catch on quickly and now will usually tell you if she’s joking or being sarcastic. There are also some hiccups with food because you two share cooking duty, but she starts learning what textures you hate and which you love.

In your studies, you do okay, but you’re last in the class. If Ieiri wasn’t so lazy, she’d give the guys a run for their money. You are a lot more in shape than her despite your larger size and you lay her out flat in sparring. Yaga declared that you and she would be mostly non-combatant sorcerers due to the nature of your techniques, but he insisted that you and she learn martial arts for self-defense. Actually, you’re more in shape than Gojo even. Suguru is leagues ahead of you, obviously, because he’s so much more coordinated and stronger.

About a month in, you’re given your first assignment.

And by you what you actually mean is yourself and Gojo.

In the last few years, the number of cursed spirits has been steadily increasing. There are two separate incidents with relatively low-level curses and all the higher-grade sorcerers are occupied with higher-level curses, so you and your classmates are split up in teams of two.

Suguru was not happy about the pairings, but Yaga said that you and Suguru know how to work well together already. Then, kind of bitchily, Yaga explained that if Suguru and Gojo got along better then Yaga would’ve simply had them handle both batches themselves. Later, you try to reassure Suguru by reminding him that there’s going to be a more seasoned sorcerer with you—the newly graduated Kusakabe Atsuya. You don’t think it made him feel better.

Kusakabe will meet you there. On the way to meet him, you ask Gojo, “Should we…come up with a plan?”

“Why?”

You fiddle with the metal aglet on the ends of your hooded sweatshirt’s drawstrings. “I would feel better if we did.”

“We don’t even know the layout of this place,” he points out.

“Right,” you mumble. You’d forgotten about that, honestly. “You’re right.” You slip the aglet in your mouth and chew on it nervously.

Gojo huffs. “You stop it. I blow it up. Simple as that.”

“Can I draw it first?”

“Hah?”

You squirm uncomfortably. Hesitantly, you show him your old sketchbook. You kept it in case you come across a similar cursed spirit and need to compare notes. You’ve also got your new, blank sketchbook to start a new, more official record. “I like to study them,” you explain timidly. “It’s…kinda like my Digimon…I guess…”

Gojo takes the sketchbook from you, casually flipping through the pages. “Why cursed spirits, though?”

“Why’d you pick Digimon instead of some other anime?” You shrug nervously. “It’s hard to explain. At first, I thought some of them looked really cool. I made myself get better at art so that I could draw them, in case they were exorcised somehow. Then, I wanted to know how they got those shapes. It became about their behavior next. I’ve always loved mythology and animals, too, so maybe that influenced the interest a little.”

“Hmph. Alright. I’ll try to hold off on blowing it up.” Before he turns his head away, you notice a pinkness on his cheeks. “You can talk about them with me, if you want. Like…how I talk about Digimon and stuff.”

You duck your head, face hot. “Thank you.”

The assignment doesn’t take long at all. It may take more time for you to sketch the spirits than it does for Gojo to blow them away. There were a lot of them. They all took the same form which was vaguely pufferfish shaped. You know that the weaker, tinier spirits tend to group up, and these were no different.

Their behavior around Gojo was the odd thing, though. Unless the spirit is a higher grade, spirits never reacted to Suguru when you were around. It’s not like that with Gojo. He’d held back to let you sketch, but when he stepped toward you, the group started to shift restlessly in their places. Then, when he got too close, they shot their spines out. If Gojo hadn’t dashed forward and tackled you to the ground, covering you with his Infinity-lined body, you would be a porcupine.

“It was fascinating!”

Suguru looks faint as you recount your assignment to him over dinner. You made sure to pick up something light for him since eating curses fucks with his stomach. You got him some onigiri for the morning when he’ll be ravenous, making sure to mark them as yours before you tuck them in the communal fridge. Hopefully, it’ll succeed in tricking Gojo because you have no doubt that he’d eat them to antagonize Suguru.

“I wonder what it is about Gojo that freaked them out like that,” you mutter to yourself. “You’re as strong as him. Do you think you have some sort of calming effect on them because of your technique? Or what if they can sense the spirits inside you and it confuses them?”

“No more thinking tonight, Squid,” Suguru declares and closes your sketchbook. “We have three years to figure out both our techniques.”

“Fine.”

“Well, now you just sound like Gojo with that bratty attitude.”

“It’s not bratty! It’s called being a nerd.”

Suguru gives a shake of the head as he laughs. “You can be a nerd and a brat at the same time.” You watch him start to clean up the empty food containers. His face is doing something…weird. You can’t pinpoint this particular emotion. “Squid…are you up for touch today?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Can I hold you?” Suguru, uncharacteristically vulnerable, goes on to admit, “I was worried about you today.”

“If anyone was worried, it was me. You didn’t have me there to calm the spirits down.” You two ate while sitting in the floor, so you hold your arms out to him like the brat that he accused you of being. “C’mon. I never get Suguru hugs anymore. I really miss them.”

He smiles, a little shy. “Brat.”

“No. I’m Squid, remember? You never let me forget.”

For some reason, your brain replaced hold with hug. You’re fully expecting him to help you up and give you something quick, but he doesn’t do that. He drops in behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you back between his open legs. You squeak at the manhandling and your heart starts to beat faster. When your back is against his broad chest, he slips both his arms around your middle, and leans his chin on the top of your head with a happy sigh.

“Oh,” you whisper unthinkingly.

Suguru mistakes your tension with overstimulation. “Is this okay still?”

“Yes.”

Why are you so nervous? You’re not being bombarded by stimuli, so it can’t be because of that. Actually…it feels really good to be in his arms. He’s always so warm. You feel as if his arms are all-encompassing. It makes you feel safe. It makes you feel loved. And Suguru should be feeling that way, too, so you need to push away this weirdness inside you. You twist around in his arms, putting yours around his waist, shoving your face against his hard chest.

“Squid hugs are the best hugs,” Suguru whispers.

***

“Do you know how to help with a broken nose?”

You’re in the library when Sensei appears in the doorway and asks that almost ominous question. Slowly, you put the book back on the shelf, eyeing Sensei warily. He simply looks back at you, exhaustion seeping from every pore. The resignation you see in him is familiar, too. The pieces quickly add up. The air around Sensei paired with the cryptic text that came from Suguru with only a simple apology…

Oh, no.

“I can plug up the nosebleed and make an ice pack,” you answer with an equally tired sigh.

Sensei nods and gives a curt thanks. Before you and he go your separate ways, you sheepishly ask if you can talk to Suguru before he does, but Sensei shuts that idea down immediately. You’re then held up by being given a quick yet scathing lecture about needing to let Suguru face the consequences of his own actions and to stop coddling him. You bow profusely in apology as he’s leaving the room.

Ieiri is away on a research trip of sorts. Being taught the human body and putting her technique into use. Thankfully, she said she’ll be back today, but not until later tonight. Gojo is stuck with your shabby patchwork until then. So, you grab a first-aid kit, fill up an ice pack, and meet him in the classroom that Sensei told you he’d be waiting in.

Gojo has an arm against his face, likely trying to stop the bleeding since it’s stained. You wordlessly get to work. Unfortunately, you have experience with nosebleeds and broken nose. Noses? Can a nose be broken twice? Suguru’s nose still sits crooked from his father’s rage.

“Pinch,” you order softly after you take Gojo’s hand and move his fingers to the bridge of his nose. You reach for his face, pausing as he flinches when you get close. You give him a moment to prepare before you guide him to tilt his head back with gentle hands along his jawline. Blood is smeared all across his lower face and still dripping down from his nostrils. You cringe at the sight. Suguru got him good. “This might hurt,” you warn before you pack his nose with gauze.

“No lecture?” Gojo’s voice is high and nasally.

“You don’t think you’ll be getting one from Sensei?” You grab a damp, warm cloth and start wiping away the blood. “Besides, whatever you did, you got a broken nose for it. What else do I need to say?”

“Might prefer the broken nose over your disappointment,” he says with a pout.

“I’m not disappointed.” You pause. “I don’t think I am, anyway.”

Gojo leans his head back even further, sighing dramatically. “Your BFF is scary when he’s angry.”

“Suguru does this thing where he’ll hold all his emotions close. They sit there, building up pressure, and then one day, he’ll just explode. So, yeah, that’s a little scary. Not so much for me, though. I only worry.” He pouts more. “What’s that face for?”

“No worry for me?”

Your hands hesitate. “Maybe kind of?” Should you say what you want to? Eh. Gojo rarely cares. Why should you? “I’d love it if you two could get along, so I worry that this might keep that from happening forever, but…you probably pushed him. I could be wrong, but you probably deserved this.”

Gojo throws his clean arm over his eyes. “Yeah…I did…” Oh? That’s certainly a change of heart. “No one has ever touched me like that before…” There’s a redness on his cheeks now that doesn’t come from the blood stains. Is he embarrassed that he lost or something? “Why aren’t you and Suguru scared of me?” He tries to lean his head back down, but you keep him in place with a hand gripping his chin. “See? See! Not even my family touches me so casually!”

“What? Is your family actually scared of you?”

“Yeah. Always have been, even if they pretend not to be. They treat me like a god to hide it, but I learned. Everyone is scared of me. Maids apologized for touching me by accident when I was a kid and needed help getting dressed.” Your incredulousness must make him self-conscious because he shrugs. “C’mon, you’ve been around long enough now to pick up on this, Sketch. I’m the jujutsu world’s weapon.”

Normally, you’re immune to being shocked by Gojo’s directness. Not this time. “It’s stupid if you believe that.” Ugh. You’re so pissed off right now. You want to punch someone. That was his mother on the first day that he came to campus, right? Can she come back? Does she have Infinity? “You’re bleeding and breathing right now, aren’t you? Weapons don’t do that. Gods don’t get migraines because of their special eyes. You’re a human. You’re Gojo Satoru.”

“But who is Gojo Satoru if he’s not those things?”

“A sugar-addicted brat who pushes when he shouldn’t,” you intone. He giggles, taking it as the joke it’s supposed to be. “Aren’t you too young to be having an identity crisis? I can’t tell you who you are. I’m not even sure I know who I am. Don’t they say you’re supposed to figure that out in high school or something?”

“Dunno,” he mumbles.

The blood is cleaned from his face. You reach for the icepack but falter. You don’t feel like you’ve said anything helpful. If anything, you feel like you’ve put him in a bad spot. So, you try to reassure him. “It’s okay to take time to figure out who you are, Gojo—”

“Satoru.”

“Huh?”

“Call me Satoru…please…”

“Ah.” You can understand why he wants to be so informal. If he wants to distance himself from his stupid family, you’re more than happy to oblige. “Okay.” He yelps when you press the icepack against his nose. “Let’s all try to get along from now on, okay…Satoru.”

Later, you have Suguru’s big hand in yours while you carefully dab antiseptic on the cuts all over them. You know that this isn’t solely from punching Satoru in the nose, but you don’t press Suguru about it. He hasn’t spoken since you knocked on the door to his dorm room and you’re okay with that. You’ve been through this routine before. It’s what you two do. You patch each other up, being a silent and steady presence until whoever is upset wants to talk.

When you’ve cleaned all his cuts, you try to clean up all the pieces of paper from the band-aids, but Suguru stops you. He slips his fingers through yours and your entwined hands hover in the air between you two. You watch as he intensely studies your hands, so you do the same. When did his hands get so much bigger than yours? How do your hands feel to him, you wonder, because his are so rough. You like the difference, though.

“I’m sorry,” Suguru finally apologizes. “I broke the sunglasses you gave him.”

You huff in amusement. That’s what he’s worried about? “It’s okay.”

“They were your first purchase in Tokyo.”

Ah, you sometimes kind of hate how well he knows you. You do tend to assign some importance to seemingly unimportant trinkets. “I think I’m more attached to the piercings that we got together. I’ll probably keep this somewhere when I finally have to get a new barbell.” You stick out your tongue, as if he’s forgotten the piercing.

“I would’ve given you that first set of earrings if that was the case,” Suguru grumbles. Shoko had used you and Suguru as guinea pigs for her technique and healed your piercings, so Suguru quickly started the process of stretching his ears. As he said, he’d thrown away that first set of earrings.

“I know it’s weird to ask that sort of thing.”

“It’s you, Squid. Nothing is weird anymore.”

“Hmm, sounds like a challenge. I need to find something to disturb you.”

“Please don’t.”

“I’ll be nice for now because you had a bad day.”

“Bad day doesn’t even begin to cover it.” There’s a tired slump in his shoulders now. “He was playing around too much. Instead of exorcising the curse or letting me absorb it, he kept taunting it. The spirit threw me out a window trying to get to him, so I got pissed. I absorbed it and punched him in the face.” He pauses before lowly confessing, “I punched him a second time when I saw the sunglasses broke because I thought they were special to you. I was upset at myself for losing my temper and mad at him for not being careful with them even though it was my fault.”

You hum. “Is that guilt, Suguru?”

“Guilt for the sunglasses.”

“Right.” Again, you’re not pushing, but you doubt he doesn’t feel bad in some way. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be as melancholic as he is right now. “I’m going to let you sit on this, but…I think Satoru actually feels bad, so he might apologize. I didn’t tell him to, by the way. Just like I’m not telling you to forgive him. But I thought you should know.”

Suguru’s brow twitches. “You’re on first name basis with him now?”

“Yeah.”

“Ugh. He’s just doing it to piss me off.”

You’re the one to feel a flash of irritation now. “Doing what exactly? Being my friend? Are you saying that he can’t actually want to be my friend without some ulterior motive?”

Then, he rolls his eyes. Rolls his eyes! “Squid, you’re just reaching now. You know that’s not what I’m saying—”

“What are you saying, then? Has he said something bad that I don’t know about?”

The corners of his eyes are tight. Through gritted teeth, he answers, “No.”

“Okay. So, what’s the problem?”

“I just don’t trust him around you, okay?”

“You just said that he hasn’t done anything shady other than wanting to be my friend.” You yank your hands away from his, baring your teeth. “Am I not allowed to have those? Are you going to say that you don’t trust Shoko around me either?”

Then, he has the audacity to look hurt. “No! That’s not what I’m saying at all! You’re allowed to have friends!”

“Okay! Satoru and Shoko are my friends, too!” Are you overreacting? Tears prick at the corners of your eyes which makes you feel even more stupid. Why are you about to cry? Stupid, stupid, stupid brain. “I’m going back to my room. I’ve got blood under my nails and I fucking hate it.”

“Squid, I’m sorry—”

“Save it, Suguru.”

When you’re woken up by tapping against your window at one in the morning, you seriously debate shoving a pillow over your head and ignoring him. There’s a part of you that wants to let him stew in his guilt. You can’t keep forgiving him as soon as he comes running.

This seems like an insignificant thing to stay mad over, though…

After you take a deep breath, you roll out of bed, walk over to your window, and open it up for him to climb through.

Suguru genuinely does look miserable. More than punching Satoru or breaking your sunglasses made him. When he apologizes, you accept it. And when he shyly asks if he can sleepover, you let him. It’s been years since you guys have shared a bed, but your parents aren’t around to send him home.

Suguru said your hugs are the best hugs, but you have to disagree. You know you’ll wake up in the morning, skin slick with sweat, because he’s a furnace, but you’ve missed this. It’s always been so easy to let Suguru touch you. It got to the point where even the touch of your parents would make you wince, but not his. He asks, but you always say yes. You’re never overwhelmed by the way his big body curls around yours.

“I’m sorry,” Suguru apologizes one last time before you both fall asleep. “I’m scared to lose you,” he slurs sleepily.

“Never,” you mumble right back. “You’ll never lose me.”

***

Five months into the term, it’s time for the annual Goodwill Event.

This year wasn’t the best for Tokyo recruitment, so it’s only your class in the entire school. It’s not the same for Kyoto. They only have one person in their third year, Iori Utahime, but the rest of the years have more students. Normally, first years aren’t allowed to compete, and Tokyo would simply forfeit this year, but because of Suguru and Satoru’s strength, an exception is made.

Kyoto brings a total of eight students—three girls, five boys. Two judges come with them, too—their principal, Gakuganji, and a Grade 1 sorcerer, Mei-Mei.

It’s been about two months after the big Suguru-Satoru Blowout. As you predicted, they apologized to each other not long after the incident. Dare you say, they might be more than simple acquaintances now. Dare you say, they might actually be sort of friends. They’ve really bonded over being assholes, actually. They’re still stupidly competitive and bicker, but it’s no longer malicious. They can exist in the same space as you and there’s no more awkwardness. You spend time with them together and it’s so much fun.

The Goodwill Event reminds you of that deep-rooted fear of Suguru’s, though. A fear that you had before you left the village, you remember suddenly. It finally happens. Suguru is adored. Fawned over. Truly seen for the first time in your lives. The same is done to Satoru, too, but you banked on that happening. And, technically, it makes sense. Guys want their power and girls just want them period.

It was stupid to pretend that your school exists in a bubble. In the back of your mind, you’ve known that you’d eventually have to meet other sorcerers and that not everyone will like you. You’ve prepared yourself for that, haven’t you? It shouldn’t bother you that the Kyoto students barely even acknowledge your existence when you’re in the same space as Suguru and Satoru. You get it, right? They’re admirable. Shoko is awed at for her technique, too, and that’s great! It’s wonderful!

Just four days, you remind yourself as you’re sitting under a tree by yourself and shoving food in your mouth. Four days, and then the Kyoto students will be gone. It’s okay, you chant to yourself. No one noticed you leave, but you wanted some air, anyway. And, hey, you even made a friend! Sure, Shoko had to introduce you to her and break the ice between you two, but Iori has a sharp tongue and awesome sense of humor. A senpai to truly look up to. If you can get along with one new person then you can get along with the rest.

“Yo! Sketch!”

You pause right before you take a bite of your tamagoyaki. “Satoru?” Fruit sando and melon soda in hand, he easily flops down next to you at the base of the tree. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s exhausting dealing with all those brown nosers.” He takes an aggressive chunk out of his sandwich. “Ugh. I can’t believe we’re gonna have to share a dorm with these assholes for four days. I don’t need a bunch of strangers in my business.” His lip curls in disgust. “Suguru lecture you about playing nice?”

“Yes.” You take a grumpy bite out of your tamagoyaki. “I’m trying not to stress about it, but they were already talking about breakfast, and I can’t imagine the mess they’ll make.” It’s a struggle not to snap your chopsticks from the death grip that you’ve got on them. “Suguru says that I need to learn how to handle my routine being interrupted better.”

Satoru huffs. “Easy for him to say.”

Well, it makes you feel a lot better to know that someone else understands your pain. “All we can do is our best.”

“Or we can make their lives hell.”

You duck your head, trying to hide your smile. “It wouldn’t kill you to play nice with others, Satoru.”

“Naw, I think it actually would.”

“You’re nice to me.”

“Sketch is different.” Heat explodes in your cheeks. You outright turn your head away, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing how much he flustered you with that. Since he doesn’t tease you, he didn’t see. “We should stay in a hotel. We could do one of those capsule hotels, y’know?”

“And have my knees and elbows bumping against the sides? No way.” You stick your tongue out in disgust. After the third bump of a limb, you know it would drive you insane. Besides, “Would you even fit in one of those?” Ah. Wait. Were you supposed to take that seriously? “Were you joking?”

You look back over at him and he’s scratching the bridge of his nose. “Not really.”

“Ha. Okay, so, a couple of things—I think we’re too young to book a room, and a girl and boy in the same room? Scandalous.”

He gives an exaggerated sigh. “Fine.”

Sympathetic to his plight, you reach over to pat his knee. “Hang in there.”

These days, it’s a little easier for you to pick up on the kind of mood Satoru is in. It’s the second day now, early in the morning, and you’re dragged by Shoko to the designated gathering spot of Tokyo and Kyoto students. Just by the way that Satoru lashes out at people, purposely baiting them with taunts and cruel bluntness, you can tell that he’s in as bad a mood as you are. And you can’t blame him.

The other two girls on the Kyoto side are Ota Juri and Takata Tenka. They cleaned up after themselves, but they moved everything around in the kitchen and didn’t put it back in the original spot, so you got pissed off trying to find where something went. You could live with that, but they’re also…invasive. After they went looking for Suguru and Satoru yesterday and found the boys with you, their attitude toward you quickly changed. They think they’re slick, subtly probing about your friendship with Suguru and Satoru. They try to act familiar now, getting touchy, thinking that’ll warm you up to them faster.

To say that you’re on a wire’s edge today would be an understatement. You don’t know which one suggested it, but you want to deck whichever one of these girls suggested shopping as a way to build comradery between the sister schools and the people you may be working with in the future. They just want to experience the Tokyo scene like they probably couldn’t get permission to ride a train here on any other day.

At the mall, Ota and Takata take the lead. They have very domineering personalities, so their classmates allow the girls to drag them along. You try to sneak away, sometimes with Shoko and Iori behind you, but Ota and Takata hunt you down—probably trying to show off how caring they are to Suguru and Satoru or something. Eventually, you stop trying. You shut up and linger at the back of the group.

You try to do that, anyway.

Shoko, as equally over this trip, drags you into the beauty store because if she’s going down, you’re going with her.

“Aren’t you going to get anything?” Ota questions as you’re just passively glancing over products. You almost miss the question because you’re teetering on the edge of overstimulation. Why do beauty stores have to use so much fluorescent lighting? You forgot your fucking sunglasses.

“I’m not big into makeup. I don’t like how it feels on my face.”

Ota laughs obnoxiously. “You’re just using the wrong product, silly.”

You force a smile. “My mom already tested a bunch out with me. I just really don’t like any of it.”

Takata has been eavesdropping. She takes up Ota’s side, smiling as predatory as Ota is now. “Was it the foundation? I know the liquid can be heavy. Have you tried powder?” You lose control of your temper a little and roll your eyes. Don’t these girls know how to take no for an answer? “Don’t be like that,” Takata scolds. “Look, you could stand to use some makeup. We’re trying to help you.”

“Help how?”

If Satoru hadn’t spoken up ahead of time, you’d probably tip over when he practically drapes himself on your shoulder.

Ota and Takata perk up at his presence. You can almost see the hearts in their eyes. “Satoru!” Takata chirps.

“Oi, oi, oi, you’re getting awfully familiar there. Who gave you first name privilege, huh?”

Her syrupy sweet smiles falter. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought—”

“Don’t hurt yourself. Steam might start spewing from your ears. It’s obvious you don’t have a lot going on up there.”

Takata deflates at the insult. “Sa—Gojo—” her gaze flickers to you. Pleading for you to intervene. When she gets nothing from you, she scrambles. “I’m sorry if we offended you somehow—”

“Not me you should be apologizing to.” Your eyes widen. Is he doing this for you? “Y’know, Sketch, it’s good that someone has some sense around here. Make sure you don’t get attached to these idiots, okay? They’ll be so busy thinking about makeup that they’ll up as bloody smears on the wall pretty soon.”

You frown as you look up at him. “What if I do want makeup?”

He brightens. “Can I buy you something?”

Try to make the favoritism less obvious, you think with a twitch of the brow. “Find an art store and we’ll talk.”

“Eh? I already did,” he says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world that he would go scouting for art supply stores. “Can we leave now? I’m bored,” he whines. You hope you’re not gawking when you nod. “Awesome! Let’s go! I found a shop that sells sweets, too!”

Suguru is hovering at the entrance of the store, brows furrowed in concern, but he steps out of the way for you and Satoru, who is practically dragging you out with a grip on your wrist. Suguru isn’t allowed confusion or shock because Satoru is snatching his hand on the way out.

“Satoru, you’re going to rip my arm off,” Suguru complains when the other students are out of sight.

Satoru stops dead in his tracks, so sudden that you and Suguru almost crash into him. He looks over his shoulder at you both. The angle you’re in allows you to see the wideness of his eyes. He still hasn’t let go of your wrist. Actually, his grip tightens, which makes Suguru get huffier.  

“Satoru,” he calls out exasperatedly.

Oh.

You’re not sure if Suguru has realized it himself, but he’s using Satoru’s given name now. No wonder Satoru is stunned. It’s so odd. What changed between this morning and now? Because Suguru was definitely referring to him as his surname earlier. You won’t ask because Suguru might clam up and this peace may shatter.

“Oh. Uh. Sorry,” Satoru mutters as he finally releases his hold on you and Suguru.

On the fourth and final day of the Goodwill Event, something…weird happens during your individual match.

Tokyo easily won the team battle. The individual battles are where Kyoto can even the odds. The thing is that Satoru and Suguru are going to win their individual match. As much as you adore her, you expected that Shoko would lose hers, and she did. You couldn’t hear what was happening, but you think that she flirted with Iori more than fight, but Iori didn’t allow herself to get too flustered, and took the win.

You think that Kyoto expects you to lose your match because plans were already made about the tiebreaker. There would be a random draw for one last individual match to decide which school wins the day. There was no word on what would be done to break the tie if each school has their own point.

So, your win is an upset.

If you’re honest with yourself, you didn’t think that you’d win, either. It didn’t look good. It was your luck that you were pitted against the biggest guy on Kyoto’s side. Not as tall as Suguru and Satoru, sure, but the guy is built like a literal tank. During the team battle, if Suguru hadn’t summoned a cursed spirit in time to cushion the blow, this guy would’ve knocked him out with a single punch.

You didn’t stand a chance at winning, you’d told yourself as you were running through the forest, but after the whole mall fiasco, you wanted to try to last long enough to not be the laughingstock of this year.

As soon as the siren sounded, you went running. Your opponent supplemented his lack of technique with shikigami use, so you had time while he channeled energy into an intermediary to summon his shikigami. You’re trying to think of a plan on the fly, not sure what to do since your technique is useless against people.

This would be easier if there weren’t still so many fucking cursed spirits left in the forest. You’re pacifying them, obviously, but you still have to duck around them. Ugh, why can’t you control them like Suguru can? No, at this point…

I wish you would just die, please. Bloody and painfully would be preferred.

And, as soon as you have that thought, the big curse that you were dashing past moves. Your body freezes on instinct. The spirit shouldn’t be moving around you. Your technique is still active. At the most, this curse is Grade 3. It raises a clawed hand, and you throw your arms up, ready to protect yourself from a whole new problem.

There’s a sickening crunch and the curse screeches in pain. Purple blood splatters across the front of you. When you drop your arms, confused as to what attacked the spirit and saved you, you watch the gruesome scene of the curse slowly ripping limbs away from its body. It still has that dead-eyed look that spirits get when you’ve pacified them, but it moves with an urgency to tear itself apart.

Once the curse has only one arm left, it proceeds to push its arm through its own chest, grabbing its heart. That heart is thrown at your feet. Then, as its final act, it slowly twists its head around until it’s the opposite way, pulls its head off, and the curse finally crumbles to pieces.

What the fuck happened?

From your left, there’s more of those crunches and high-pitched screeching. A curse in the shape of a centipede is trying to crawl toward you between picking legs off with its pincers. At your feet, the curse keeps gnawing at itself, screeching in pain every now and then, until it, too, finally dies and crumbles.

If you didn’t hear the loud roar of your opponent’s shikigami, you’d still be standing there in shock. Your mind runs faster than your legs. That’s not normal behavior. Self-preservation is ingrained into a curse…unless it’s forced like with Suguru. You asked them to die. Moreso, you wanted it to be bloody and painful. The curses listened.

You purposely seek out another spirit now. Die, you mentally scream at the first spirit you see. Unlike with the others, this one doesn’t take time to mutilate itself. It tears its head clean off and that’s it. Blood splatters across your shoes briefly before it fades away with the cursed spirit.

A plan slowly takes shape.

Didn’t you and Shoko stumble across a pack of fly heads yesterday? You’d split up because you knew Kyoto would try to follow Satoru’s presence and get to the winning Grade 2 before you. The fly heads weren’t a bother and the bell had rung sounding your win, anyway.

Where were those? By the river, right? Yes!

You’re getting tired from running and burning cursed energy. You’re pretty sure that you only have one shot at this because you’ll either pass out from exhaustion or get your ass beat by a shikigami. So, yeah, you need to make this count.

The fly heads haven’t moved far.

Kyoto Guy and his shikigami aren’t far behind you.

Just as they’re running out of the tree line, you look at the pacified fly heads. Protect me, you plead them, but that’s too much to ask. It was a test. The fly heads don’t move, but you’re forced to when the shikigami lunges. That thing is sporting some nasty fangs that catch on your arm as you narrowly dodge it.

You play this game of cat and mouse, luring the shikigami away from the sorcerer. All you need is for Kyoto Guy to get close enough to the fly heads. He’s an asshole, laughing cruelly as he watches you scramble away from his shikigami, getting bloodier as you get sloppier from fatigue. Iori was gossiping with you and Shoko, and this guy has a crush on Takata. You figure he’s not happy about Satoru’s cruelty which was a result of him defending you.

Explode! You plead the fly heads when Kyoto Guy steps in their range. Explode, explode, explode!

They do.

The shikigami immediately drops the fight with you, thinking the fly heads are the more immediate threat. Like little paint bombs, the fly heads splatter their blood across Kyoto Guy when they force themselves to combust. There are so many of them that he’s continually being splattered.

While he’s blinded by the blood of cursed spirits, you pour cursed energy into your fist. Sprinting past the shikigami that’s snapping at fly heads, you give this asshole a ferocious kick to the balls to get him to hunch over.

You slam your fist square in the center of his face. There’s so much force in the punch that he goes flying back, landing in the shallow river with such a painful sounding thud, and he doesn’t get up. You’d think you killed him if it wasn’t for the subtle rise and fall of his chest.

The alarm sounds.

Tokyo wins.

Later, you’re walking out of the infirmary behind Shoko who proudly announces, “She gave him a concussion!”

Sensei gives you all a lecture on good sportsmanship after Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko break out into applause and cheers.

[bumblebeehug]

Some of their own

Summary: Babysitting and a bit of reflection of a past encounter is just the kick Natsu needs to get started on thinking about his future. Notes: At the end. Nalu Week 2023 day 7. Prompt: New Adventures. Ao3

***

For being a mom of three kids, Levy was weirdly calm. Lucy realised that as she spent time with her friend: she was rusty at the beginning, sure, she had two newborns to take care of and she was completely new to everything, but she had a very involved, very loving father to the children, and also what many people didn’t always consider to incorporate – a community that helped her whenever she asked. This community included, but was not limited to, the guild.

Currently, she and Lucy sat and enjoyed their lunch together, as Gajeel and Natsu sat one table away. Gajeel was caring for his and Levy’s latest addition to the family, Akane, while Natsu kept Kanetatsu and Kanae entertained. Though they would never admit it, and would absolutely hate to hear it – Natsu and Gajeel worked well as a team. Gajeel had all the actual parenting down, he did well with the fostering and the diapers and feeding, while Natsu had a natural talent when it came to entertaining. His skills shouldn’t be underestimated: to actually engage with the kids and play in a way that keeps the games enjoyable was surprisingly hard. Natsu, however, was a natural. He knew exactly what ideas were perfect for their preferences, Kanetatsu preferring more wilderness games (he was going through an obsession with ancient reptiles) and Kanae loved Natsu’s story-driven games. She preferred to play pretend, that she was on a mission like the ones her mom and dad went on. And of course, Natsu would be the star of the show by narrating it.

Lucy liked watching him with children. Natsu was otherwise the type of guy you’d want to keep away – having a pyromaniac with no sense of safety around a couple of toddlers wasn’t ideal, but his entire demeanour shifted around kids. She had known this for quite some time. Back when they first met she only got to see a sliver of Natsu’s persona around kids, and that was through Romeo. Still, sliver or not, she definitely saw it. A brotherly connection based on safety and trust, not wavering a second as Natsu went to save his dad from the Vulcans. And after the seven years on Tenrou Island, she got to see it again – Natsu creating an environment where Asuka could both play and learn. It wasn’t the ideal day for them to babysit, considering the fact that bandits attacked them, but not only did Natsu put Asuka’s safety first, but he also engaged her to act and help in the ways she could. Though in Lucy’s opinion the danger in that situation was way too close for comfort.

“... And I was thinking we could go check it out tomorrow after lunch?” Lucy’s attention was brought back to Levy, the scene of Natsu and Gajeel and the kids fading back into the background.

“Sorry, check out what?”

Levy smiled knowingly.

“Something other than Natsu for once.” She winked at her. “The new bookstore that opened on the square. I checked their inventory, and they’re gonna sell your book there, so I thought you’d like to say hi to the owners.”

“Oh yeah absolutely! Meet me at 1 by the fountain?” Lucy finished her drink with a sweeping motion. Levy nodded approvingly and then tilted her head.

“Hey, Lucy… Wouldn’t it be nice if you had one?”

Lucy blinked in confusion.

“A bookstore?”

“No,” Levy laughed, “a kid. It’s a lot less diapers than you think – take it from me, I had two at once.”

Lucy felt her cheeks warm up.

“Well I think I’d need someone to have it with, before I start thinking about diapers.” She let out an airy laugh. But she knew that Levy meant with Natsu. And judging by the shifting eyes Lucy could see in her periphery, Natsu was paying attention to their conversation.

“Don’t you think it’s time to start thinking about it though? We always said our kids would be as close as we are, but I’m not sure how many more I can produce before we run out of money here.” Levy giggled, but Lucy knew she was serious. It wasn’t easy being the single friend in a friend group – even harder being a single friend in a mom group.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to adopt if I’m not knocked up within a year,” Lucy joked, now being more or less desperate to steer the conversation away from the topic of babies. She did, however, pay attention to Natsu’s face. Though she only saw it in profile, she knew he had been listening. There was something in his eyes, perhaps the way they didn’t really seem focused on the task ahead of him, that revealed the many thoughts running through his head.

Their current relationship was messy. Too intimate to be friends, too friendly to be lovers. But Lucy knew she wasn’t the only one thinking about them. The last couple of years, Natsu had been more present, more grounded in their conversations. Like he was soaking up everything Lucy said or did, and savoured that information like treasure. Lucy had noticed it, but she knew that not many else had. Levy included. Because in public and at the guild, they were completely normal. Talked about missions, kept their routines, went on team missions with Erza, Wendy and Gray whenever they got the chance (which wasn’t as often nowadays – Gray’s fault, since he rarely went anywhere without Juvia). But behind closed doors they allowed themselves some secret moments. Movie nights cuddling, hugs from behind while the other’s cooking, Natsu fiddling with Lucy’s left hand’s fingers while she was reading (the right hand had to be free so she could turn pages). There were lots of moments like those, but none that could be pinned down and refused in a “I only do that with guys I’m in a relationship with!”-manner.

Her thoughts were soon interrupted by the cries from Levy’s youngest. As they stirred around, Levy rushing to Gajeel and Akane, Natsu picking up both toddlers on each hip to get them away from knocking over bottles and wet wipes and other miscellaneous items, Lucy found herself drawn to Natsu. She could blame it on wanting to unload him from one of the kids, but they both knew he could manage carrying them both. Lucy should have brought her and Levy’s empty dishes to Mira, to minimise the risk of anything falling down on the floor, but instead she grabbed a handful of toys from the bag Gajeel had packed, and started giving them to Kanetatsu and Kanae, letting them choose from the soft, colourful figurines.

“You want that one?” Lucy asked Kanae, not expecting an answer from her. Kanetatsu had already picked his toy – a boar-like stuffed animal. “How about we go to the library and play? I’ll bring the toys and uncle Natsu will take you downstairs, okay?”

Natsu grinned broadly and started moving towards the stairs, roughhousing them a little to keep their interest. Levy sent Lucy a thankful smile before she went back to focus on the poopy diaper. Lucy took it as approval of the impromptu babysitting and grabbed the bag and a couple of water bottles before hurrying after Natsu and the kids – even if Levy said kids weren’t as stressful as they seemed, Lucy had yet to take her word for it.

In the library, Natsu managed to get both kids to stay on the carpet. Lucy swore she had heard something about the floor being lava, but the kids seemed too calm for that to be true. She quickly sorted out the toys from the actual useful items in the nursery bag and poured them out on the carpet.

“Aunty, play kingdom!” Kanae blubbered and started clearing out a space for the characters to live. Natsu and Kanetatsu swiftly gathered round, eyeing the toys they wanted to use.

“Alright, I’ll be the princess-knight then.” She grabbed the figure of a princess with a big poofy dress. They didn’t actually have a toy that looked like a knight, so this one sufficed once she held a small, toy sword against the plush princess-hand. “Do we want to start from the beginning or pick up where we left it last time?”

When the twins were just 2 years old, Lucy had created a make believe game with medieval themes – knights, princesses, dragons, kings and queens, evil trolls under bridges etc. Ever since, Kanae swore that it was the best game ever, though Lucy knew she preferred watching Natsu’s hot pepper eating contests. Natsu wasn’t actually bothered by the chilies, but he was good at acting out different stages of spice levels. When eating the hottest one he liked setting his tongue on fire, to demonstrate how terrible it was to eat it.

That, however, was beside the point. Even if it wasn’t the absolute best game, the kids still loved it. Natsu did as well, but for other reasons. He was captivated by Lucy’s story telling. All characters in the game were so different – some reminded him of guild mates, some of her spirits, others were more like people they had met briefly on missions. It was like she knew everything about everyone she met, inside out. Their dreams, their past, their reasonings behind certain behaviours. Her ability to read people was beyond great, and that reflected in her books and games. All stories she told, big and small, were taken seriously by her.

“From the beginning!” The little girl almost shouted out her answer, but her brother was quick to protest.

“No, from the part when the dragon eats the troll!”

Lucy held in a sigh. The twins played well together when they were on the same page, but as soon as their opinions didn’t align, their heads would butt together in disagreement. Their fights would often get both loud and violent – it wasn’t hard to figure out which parent had given them that temperament.

Before the twins began their screaming contest, and before Lucy had the opportunity to defuse the situation, Natsu had grabbed the princess-doll in his left hand and the troll in his right and started shouting.

“RAAAH, your fight is pointless, the troll has already taken the princess-knight hostage! Aunt Lucy, what’s gonna happen?” He flailed his arms around to somehow demonstrate the motion of the troll stealing the queen. Lucy sent a quick glance towards Kanae to make sure she wasn’t upset over Natsu picking Kanetatsu’s storyline – with no tears in sight she put on her best storytelling voice and got to work.

“Oh no!” Lucy exclaimed in a light voice. “The troll has taken me and the amazing ninja-wizards are nowhere to be seen!” She was relieved to see the twins scramble together their characters so they could join in – they had accepted the game.

“The two ninja-wizards hurried across the continent as they heard the queen’s cries,” Lucy read in a deeper voice. “They ran through forests, rode over deserts on camels, climbed mountains and jumped over rivers that were over 20 feet wide! And with their amazing speed, they arrived in only fifteen minutes!”

***

Levy waited a moment before making a noise. She had finally gotten Akane back to sleep after cradling her for the last hour. Gajeel was currently on watch, keeping the pram moving, which gave Levy an opportunity to check in on the twins and her two friends watching them.

As she observed her best friend and her pink haired situationship, her heart ached a little. She wanted Lucy to be the happiest version of herself – she wanted all good fortune to reach her, for all her dreams and desires to come true. And she wanted her to experience that one true love. For years, Levy and Lucy had read romance novels that described all kinds of relationships. Enemies to lovers, soulmates, friends to lovers, and all beyond and between. If Levy allowed herself to brag, she would say she won the jackpot. She had found her true love, she had experienced the full story. But in a way, that wasn’t enough for her. Levy took all her relationships seriously, both her familial, romantic and her platonic ones. If a friend of hers was hurting, then so would she. Now, that didn’t mean she thought Lucy was hurting from her relationship with Natsu – the opposite, actually. She was certain that Natsu made Lucy the happiest version of herself, which was only strengthening her resolve to get the pair together soon.

If you asked anyone else about Natsu’s and Lucy’s relationship, they would claim that they were staying out of their business. Levy, however, knew that those people were kidding themselves. Everyone waited for the day they would get together, when Lucy and Natsu finally would release the guild from the tension that had been built up from the constant expectations that lay heavy in the air. It hadn’t passed anyone’s attention that they loved each other. It hadn’t passed anyone on the entire continent – the two of them were meant to be.

Still, somehow their mutual feelings went past each other’s heads. The line between what was friendly and what meant something more had been so blurred that Levy wasn’t even sure if they could tell the distinction. For all she knew, they could have gone all the way, still thinking the other one didn’t love them back. Of course, if they had done that Lucy would have told her. Everything Natsu did eventually went past Levy – unless Lucy promised to keep a secret, she would tell her everything.

***

“Hey there babysitters.” Levy’s voice startled Lucy, who had been caught up trying to storytell herself out of a corner that Natsu had pushed her into. (Being surrounded by wild boars and having no armour, plus the two wizard-ninja-characters being locked up in a cell. Plus, Natsu’s dragon character had surrounded the princess-knight with a wildfire. Surely she could manage to get out of this situation without pulling the saved-by-the-dragon-card…)

“Hey Levy,” Natsu answered, himself not as startled since he had both smelled and heard her standing by the door watching them. “Ya’ got the baby to calm down?”

“Yeah, thanks for your help. Kanetatsu, Kanae, say thank you to aunty for playing with you, it’s time to go home.” Levy crouched down with a smile, catching the kids who charged right at her as soon as she finished her sentence.

“Thanks,” they mumbled in chorus. Levy sent a smile towards Lucy who handed her the bag that contained the toys they had played with.

“Don’t forget, bookstore tomorrow after lunch.”

“I won’t, I’m looking forward to it. Be safe on your way home!” Lucy waved goodbye to her blue haired friend. When she was out of sight, Lucy turned to Natsu, who had been standing right behind her during the parting.

“So, what’s for dinner?” A big grin was plastered on his face as he looked down on her. Their height difference wasn’t very big, but when they stood this close she almost felt like he was towering over her.

“We just had lunch and you’re already thinking about dinner?” Lucy asked, baffled, as she still felt stuffed from her meal.

“Ya’ gotta look forward to life’s pleasures,” Natsu argued. Lucy just scoffed.

“Well I suppose you can pick out dinner tonight, we have to buy groceries anyways. Someone’s been eating all the leftovers I’ve been saving.”

“I don’t get that leftover stuff. How can there be food left from one night of cooking?” Natsu put his arms behind his head. They had started heading home and were just leaving the building, Lucy taking the lead.

“Normally people don’t eat four portions in one go, that’s how.” She looked back at him, slowing her pace so she could walk beside him. “Though I guess I should thank you. I don’t exactly love reheated stuff.”

“Hah,” Natsu laughed curtly, “I know ya’ don’t! That’s why I ate it for ya’!”

“Oh, as if! Don’t act like you did me a favour!” She playfully hit his arm.

The sky was just shifting from blue to orange, making the sun give off a golden shine. Natsu looked good in gold. He looked good in all colours, but Lucy found him especially beautiful, lit up by the sun as if he was one of its rays. His skin had a healthy glow, his brown complexion mingling perfectly with the sunshine. Adding his gorgeous, sculpted profile to the mixture was almost too much for Lucy. Her knees wobbled a little, and she made herself look away before she truly melted.

***

After stopping by the store, the two of them were on their way to Lucy’s apartment. She almost made a mental note of how much money she put out for the food, but reminded herself that Natsu had been the one to pay this time. It was only fair, according to him, but Lucy felt bad either way. Even if he owed her this much, she still wanted to pay for the things in her own fridge. This once, though, she swallowed her pride and let him pay. It was nice to be cared for as well – he was even currently carrying the bags for her.

Natsu loved how independent Lucy was, he really did. However, sometimes he wanted her to be a bit more selfish. Ask for more. She was always the first to offer her seat on a full train, the first to give up her comfort for someone else’s. Even today, Natsu had to argue for five minutes before being allowed to carry both of the bags. He ended up spurting out claims to “need it for passive training” even though he knew it sounded stupid – Lucy couldn’t give up without a fight. Though he reminded himself that that too was a trait he was fond of. Her spirit was unwavering, and that could be quite helpful on missions.

That woman was truly remarkable, he caught himself thinking. He would have blushed, but thankfully it wasn’t as visible on his tanned skin. Besides, as a fire wielding mage, being bothered by having a hot face would have been quite silly. But the truth remained – he was completely smitten by his friend. Always catching himself in a longing gaze, following her movements and being at her beck and call if anything were to happen. It was as if his senses had tuned in with her existence. If she smelled differently, or if her smell faded, Natsu was the first to know. If she was shivering, he felt himself drawn to her like a magnet, like he had to fulfil his job of warming her up. If she made a sound, Natsu tuned out all other sounds. He didn’t even do this consciously – it was just part of life.

He recalled the day they had. He woke up with Lucy in his arms, ate breakfast with her, washed up in her bathroom and went to the guild with her. He spent the entire day in her vicinity, hanging out with the mates she hung out with, eating beside her, having a midday nap with his head in her lap, and then the babysitting. How he loved to hear her voice, no matter the things she was saying – the chirpy, singing tune that felt as natural to his ears as the sound of birdsong. Calming even, with a soothing effect on his mind. The fact that the voice was telling elaborate stories of ninja-heroes with magic powers and villains that could create volcanic eruptions out of nowhere was only a small detail – the content of her words barely mattered as long as he could hear her speak.

After getting released from babysitting duties, the two of them had continued to spend the day together. The trip to the grocery store wasn’t exactly exciting on its own – there was uncooked food and bright ceiling lights, none of them things that Natsu spent his day longing for. However, within this unappealing territory, a secret hid. The actual content of the store never became any more appealing, but walking along the aisles with Lucy was like entering a different world. A world where the two of them could stay together like this always, doing small, mundane tasks and still feeling fulfilled. In this world Lucy would ask about toothpaste preference, what type of coffee he wanted to have in the morning, despite her not drinking coffee, and she’d tell him off for only picking snacks that fit his own tastes. But he wouldn’t mind a little scolding, because at the end of the day, it was the fact that they were shopping together that made things special. She was making small changes in her kitchen so he could feel at home – that’s the world he never wanted to leave.

Currently, Lucy was patting down her pockets in search of her apartment key. He could see them in the back pocket of her shorts, but he didn’t bother mentioning it, since she would find them soon enough. He did, however, take this opportunity to tease her a little.

“Ya’ sure ya’ wanna stand out here and let the milk sour?” He grinned when he saw her whip her head around, her face clad with a scowl.

“I literally have the key in my hand, could you be any less patient?” Natsu could just make out that she rolled her eyes as she turned back around and unlocked the door. He was first to enter, still snickering from the teasing.

“You start chopping the vegetables, I need a shower.” Lucy shivered as she thought of the abundance of toddler-drool that must have been clinging to her body the past hours. Natsu confirmed her commando with a nod and started putting the food they wouldn’t cook with in the fridge. 

By now he knew her kitchen by heart. That too was one of those things he felt fond of. To be allowed in her space, trusted with her items – not everyone had the privilege. Her team could be allowed in as guests, granted permission to make themselves at home, but it didn’t really compare with what Natsu could do in her home. He had his own coffee cup, his assigned seat at the kitchen table and in her couch, his toothbrush was allowed in the same cup as hers in the bathroom, and hygiene products had their own little designated places in her cabinet over the sink. He had a drawer in her dresser, snacks in her kitchen, a place to put his sandals as he entered her hallway. He even liked to think that she saved some space on the left side of her bed for him to cuddle up against her at night, even if she pretended to dislike it.

But it wasn’t just her apartment that he had the privilege to share with her. Not just the physical, practical stuff. She always seemed to fit Natsu into her life, whether it regarded an empty chair beside her at the guild, or an open lap for his head to rest on the train. She opened up all conversations she had, for Natsu to join. He couldn’t see her purposefully ignoring or shutting him out if he tried – but now that he was thinking about it, he also realised that it went both ways. Time spent apart from her was time spent in vain. He couldn’t enjoy himself without her by his side.

***

“Do ya’ ever wonder how Nasha’s doin’?” Lucy looked up at Natsu who had broken the silent atmosphear, her fork stuck in the air between her plate and her face.

“Edo-Lucy’s kid?” She asked, confused as to why he’d ask her this out of nowhere.

“Yeah.”

Lucy tried to understand what he was asking for, but his facial expression was vague, not serving her any clues.

“Well…” she began, putting down her fork to think. “I suppose I sometimes think of her, but I’m sure she’s fine. Lucy and Natsu are really good parents, after all.” She couldn’t help but blush when she used their names in that context. She didn’t consider herself to be naive anymore – she could handle talking about their Edolas counterparts and their lifestyles as parents without stuttering and stumbling over her words. That didn’t mean she didn’t still feel a bit affected by the implications. She and Natsu rarely spoke about relationships and intimacy with each other, so naturally her face would get hotter if he brought up a subject like this.

“Guess you’re right,” Natsu said, still seeming lost in thought.

“What brought it on? Have you been thinking about the quest recently?”

It took a minute for him to answer.

“No, it’s more like… I’ve sorta been thinkin’ of my future?” Lucy nodded a little – it was clear to her that he had been thinking hard about it. Normally he seemed so content to just live in the moment, taking life one day at a time, but she knew it wasn’t as simple as that, not even for him. He too had goals beyond just having a good next meal. “Ya’ know, ever since I reunited with Igneel I’ve tried to keep my promise, to keep looking into the future.”

He was looking down at his plate as he spoke. Any time Igneel became the topic of the conversation, he became very aware of the fact that he would never see him again. He knew Lucy could see how talking about him troubled him, and he’d rather not look straight into her eyes as he did. It would definitely open the dams and clog up his throat – right now he wanted to keep his train of thought.

“I guess I’ve just been thinking about what I’m missing.” He frowned, realising that’s not exactly what he meant. “The Edo-versions of us seemed so happy when we met them. And Gajeel and Levy have been weirdly happy ever since they had kids. So I guess I’ve been a bit envious.”

Lucy smiled. She knew how he felt, she really did. Having a big, loving family had been a lifelong dream, so seeing people achieve exactly that before she even had her first kiss riddled her with jealousy at times.

“But do you really think a baby would fill that space?” She asked. Natsu scratched his head. He had already thought about that, analysed their families to really pin-point the differences. The result? Natsu had everything that Levy and Gajeel and Edo-Lucy and Edo-Natsu had, except for kids. He had a home, he had friends, he had a loving guild, and he shared an amazing bond with someone he’d consider his life partner. There really was nothing else.

“It’s the only part that’s missing,” he ended up answering.

“Don’t you want a girlfriend first?” A wife, she wanted to add, but silenced herself.

“Why would I need one? I have you.”

Lucy blushed a little but tried to laugh him off.

“Natsu, you realise that I can’t get pregnant out of thin air, right?” She glanced up at him through her bangs. Was he pouting?

“I know how babymaking works,” he said to her, shifting in his seat. He knew he had started the conversation, but it was taking an awkward direction. Lucy looked like she finally understood what he was hinting at, her mouth dropping slightly agape.

“I... N-natsu! Are you suggesting we…?” She couldn’t finish her sentence before he abruptly interrupted her. 

“I want a child.”

Lucy shrieked. Was this man hearing himself?

“I’m ready,” he continued.

“Well, I’m not! Hold on a second Natsu, have you really thought this through?” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“What’s with you? It’s not like we gotta make one right this second.”

“No kidding!”

The blush on Lucy’s face was spreading down her neck. She hurried to take a few deep breaths before Natsu sputtered out more nonsense.

“Look, it’s not that I would hate having a family with you,” she began, deliberately avoiding the dark eyes that were drilling through her. “It’s the part where you and I would make a family, that would be weird. I need romantic love to be involved in that process.”

Natsu observed her as she squirmed in her chair. Was she really this dense?

“Naturally there’d be love involved. What do you take me for?” He deadpanned.

“No, Natsu, I could only do that stuff with my boyfriend, you know that.”

Of course he knew that. He had been listening to her go on about her ideal boyfriend for years, he knew that hypothetical man inside and out.

“Couldn’t that be me though?”

Lucy frantically searched his face for any sign that he was pulling her leg. This had to be a joke – no way was this discussion happening over her dinner table on a normal Thursday.

“Are you asking me out…?” She felt herself blush harder as she voiced the thought.

“I s’pose I am,” he grinned at their odd predicament.

“Does that mean that you love me?” Lucy’s eyes were big as saucers.

“Of course I do.”

“Romantically, I mean. Not like a friend or team mate.” She cringed at her words, but she couldn’t afford mistaking him – her lifespan would actually be reduced to nothing if that were the case.

“Geez, Luigi, just what type of man am I in your mind? He seems awful.” Natsu muttered the last part, really hoping she’d counter it. Lucy, however, was still trying to register what he was doing. The man she loved was asking her out in the most Natsu-way ever, and she was just sitting there with her plate in front of her half full, feeling her jaw drop into her lap. “Of course I love you,” he clarified.

“No way.”

Natsu cringed.

“Is that your answer?”

Lucy flew up from her seat, her chair falling backwards with her momentum.

“What?! No! I mean, argh!” She grabbed her hair in frustration. “I love you too!”

Natsu’s eyes lit up.

“Really?” He grinned, standing up too to get a better look at her. She was sporting a wild blush, but her facial expression was stuck in a frustrated grimace. “You sure? You look constipated.”

Lucy would have reprimanded him if he didn’t have a point. Here she was, in the middle of her happiest moment alive, and her mouth was pressed together into a squiggly line. With a deep breath she softened her face and smiled.

“I’m sure. I really do love you.”

Natsu couldn’t hold himself away any longer. With his mouth twisted into a big smile, he closed the distance between them with a kiss. For a split second he found himself thinking that kissing wasn’t anything special, but that thought fled his brain the second Lucy kissed him back. Plush, soft lips, making movements so small they seemed more like adjustments. He loved it.

When they finally broke apart, Natsu had to ask.

“So what’s that stance on babymaking?”

Lucy giggled against his lips before mumbling her answer.

“Let’s take it one step at a time, stallion.”

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Notes: please pat me on the back for finishing this... it wasn't easy, especially considering the fact that i haven't felt very passionate for this prompt. but i did it! for some reason it was really hard to portray natsu? getting that perfect mixture of goofy and serious is harder than rocket science, please don't hate me if he was ooc. at least they kissed, lol

oh! and here's my crazy long motivation to gajevy babynames: Boy twin - Kanetatsu, has these kanjis 金龍 where 金 means gold, but is also used as a general term for metals. It also covers money, coins, golden colour, just to name a few. 龍 means dragon, an imaginary animal, an outstanding person, a hero. Thought that was fitting with Gajeel as a dad, but also Levy who I imagine came up with all names. Girl twin - Kanae, written with these kanjis 金恵, the first kanji being the same as Kanetatsu’s, whereas the second kanji, this one 恵, means grace, caring and compassion. Most people probably know this, but parents in Japan often use names that will sort of manifest the life for their kids, so I imagine Levy would put extra effort into these things, as it’s a symbol of what the parents are expecting from their kid as well. And then the newborn, I named her Akane with these kanjis 亜金 because I thought Gajeel would like to use the same kanji for all the kids, bc I can imagine he’d want to create a little Redfox-clan lol, and 亜 means companions, which I like as a nod towards the guild, but also to make her be part of her siblings, despite not being a twin.

(wow, what a ramble...) anyways, hope you enjoyed and i'll see y'all the next fic <3 happy october! xoxo

[atinyjules]

Bad Dog? Ft. Hybrid!Nicholas [part 2]

A/n: Back with part two! The idea just came to me like sixth sense-lol

Here it iss

Genre: fluff, angst, comfort, hybrid au

Pairings: Hybrid!Nicholas x fem reader (oc but not mentioned)

Warnings: none

It had been a month.

A month of waking up to a massive Doberman hybrid sprawled across your bed like a starfish, refusing to move until bribed with food. A month of barking arguments when you dared to tell him he wasn’t allowed on the couch (which he ignored entirely). A month of discovering that Nicholas, despite being an alleged "protector hybrid," had the energy of a five-year-old on sugar and the emotional range of a drama king.

And honestly?

…You kinda loved it.

Despite the initial hesitation—despite knowing you walked out of the hybrid centre with a menace instead of a tiger—Nicholas had somehow fit into your life like a glove. A very loud, very dramatic, very clingy glove.

Speaking of which—

"Hey." You glanced down. "You good?"

Nicholas, who had spent the entire day attached to you like Velcro, barely lifted his head from your lap. His ears twitched slightly.

"Mm."

You frowned.

Okay. That was weird.

Nicholas was never quiet. He was never one-worded. If anything, he had the exact opposite problem.

"You've been following me everywhere today," you pointed out. "I literally went to brush my teeth this morning, and you were sitting outside the door like a ghost."

His ears twitched again. "... Yeah... anything could attack you anytime." He mumbled before going quiet again.

Your frown deepened. "...Nicholas?"

"Hm?"

Okay. No. Something was definitely off.

You placed a hand on his head, feeling how his tail—which usually thumped against the couch at the slightest attention—was completely still. His expression remained neutral, but the usual smugness? The ridiculous, over-the-top dramatics?

Gone.

He was just… quiet.

That was unnerving.

"...Are you calling me prey?" You tried, hoping to bait him into one of his usual reactions.

Nicholas blinked at you. "...No."

Now you were concerned.

You flicked his forehead. "Shut up."

"Mm." He barely reacted.

Your hand lingered on his head as you squinted down at him.

This was so wrong.

Nicholas being annoying? Normal.

Nicholas being dramatic? Expected.

Nicholas being quiet?

...Absolutely terrifying.

"Seriously, what’s wrong?" you pressed.

He barely cracked an eye open. "...Nothing."

"You’ve been glued to me all day."

He gave a weak shrug. "...’m a Doberman."

Your frown deepened.

"You don’t have a contract," you said, testing him.

"...Verbal."

"Nicholas—"

"Shhh." His hand weakly grabbed your wrist and placed it on his head. "Just… pet me. It’ll fix everything."

You stared.

Then, slowly, you scratched behind his ears, feeling the way his tail hesitated before finally giving a small wag.

"...You’re so weird," you muttered.

"Mm."

No comeback.

No teasing remark.

Just silence.

And for the first time in a month, you felt like you were the one worried about him.

You kept petting him, waiting for something. Anything.

But Nicholas remained quiet.

Too quiet.

It was so unlike him that it made your skin itch.

Your hand stilled on his head. "...Nicholas."

"Mm."

"Nicholas," you pressed, more firmly this time. "What’s wrong?"

"Nothing," he mumbled.

You narrowed your eyes. "Liar."

He huffed. "I’m not lying."

"You get whiny when I leave you alone for five minutes, but now you won’t even look at me?" You tilted your head. "C’mon, you’re acting weird."

"...I’m not."

"Nicholas."

Nothing.

You sighed, adjusting your position so you could actually look at him. His ears flicked, but he still wouldn’t meet your eyes.

"Hey." You tapped his cheek lightly. "Talk to me."

"...’m fine," he muttered.

"Nicholas."

Silence.

You exhaled sharply. "I’m not gonna stop asking, you know. You might as well just tell me."

Nicholas groaned, ears flattening. His tail gave a single wag before stopping again.

"...It’s stupid," he muttered.

"I don’t care."

He sighed heavily, staring up at the ceiling for a long moment. You waited.

Then—

"...It’s just—" His ears twitched. "...It’s been a month."

You blinked. "Huh?"

He shifted, looking uncomfortable. "Since I started living here. It’s been exactly a month."

You raised an eyebrow. "...Okay?"

Nicholas inhaled, then exhaled sharply through his nose. His voice was quieter when he spoke again.

"...That’s usually when they return me."

You froze.

He scratched at his cheek absentmindedly, still avoiding your gaze. "...All my previous guardians. They always returned me after a month. Like, exactly a month. I don’t know why. Maybe they got sick of me, maybe they realized I was too much, maybe—" He shrugged stiffly. "I dunno. But after a month, it was always the same thing. I’d get dragged back to that damn center, and everyone would be so happy I was gone, but then—bam. Right back again. Over and over."

His ears twitched as he exhaled again. "So, yeah. I guess I just—" His tail barely moved. "...I guess I just keep waiting for it to happen again."

You stared.

Your chest felt oddly tight.

Nicholas didn’t sound sad when he said it. He didn’t look like he was on the verge of tears, or angry about it, or anything like that.

He just sounded… resigned.

Like he had already accepted that it was going to happen again. That it was just a matter of time.

Your hand instinctively moved back to his head, scratching behind his ears again. His tail barely wagged at the touch.

"...Do you want me to return you?" you asked softly.

Nicholas immediately shook his head. "No," he said quickly.

"Then stop thinking about it," you muttered. "I’m not returning you."

His ears perked slightly, but there was still hesitation in his expression.

"...You sure?"

You flicked his forehead.

"Ow—"

"Obviously."

Nicholas blinked, his tail finally giving a few real wags. "...Oh."

"Idiot," you muttered, scratching his ears more aggressively this time.

Nicholas huffed, but you could see the small, stupid smile tugging at his lips as he finally relaxed again, melting back into your lap.

For the first time that day, he actually looked like himself.

Nicholas was quiet for a moment.

Then—

Before you could react, he suddenly sat up and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug.

You blinked, frozen as the giant Doberman hybrid buried his face against your shoulder, ears twitching slightly.

"...I like you a lot," he mumbled. His voice was softer than usual—softer than you’d ever heard it. "Thanks for not returning me."

Your brain stalled.

Your entire brain stalled.

Because one, Nicholas didn’t do soft.

And two, his tail was wagging.

Fast.

Like, smacking-the-couch-level fast.

You huffed, finally snapping out of your daze as you patted his back awkwardly. "You’re so weird."

Nicholas huffed right back, but he didn’t let go. If anything, he hugged you tighter.

You sighed, rolling your eyes.

"...As much as you annoy me," you admitted, "I wouldn't ever be able to return you."

Nicholas perked up slightly. "...Really?"

"Yes, really." You lightly flicked his ear. "You’re my problem now."

His tail wagged faster.

You rolled your eyes again, but there was a small smile tugging at your lips.

"And if anyone even tried to take you back—" you shrugged casually, "—I'd throw hands."

Nicholas froze.

Then—

He pulled back slightly, looking at you like you just told him he was your favorite child.

"...You’d fight for me?" His ears perked up.

You raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

He blinked. Then, his entire face lit up.

Like, visibly.

Like a dog hearing the word ‘walk’.

"That’s so attractive."

You shoved his face away. "Get off me."

Nicholas cackled, finally releasing you as he flopped dramatically back onto the couch, grinning ear to ear. His tail was still wagging.

"You’re stuck with me forever," he declared.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. "Yeah, yeah."

But—

As Nicholas continued rambling excitedly about how you should totally get a matching dog tag with him, you couldn't help but think—

Maybe being stuck with him forever wouldn’t be so bad.

And that's it!

I hope y'all enjoyed reading it!

Likes and rebloggs are appreciated 🩷✨️

[lainiespicewrites]

Coach Sy part 4 "The Date"

Here it is folks! Sy and Alayna's big first date and other things ;) Enjoy let me know what you think! No I promise I'm not stopping here!!

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, Smut! (p in v) , creampie, Dom Sy

Reblogs and comments are always welcome! all mistakes are mine! it's late and I definitely did not proof read because I was on a roll and excited about posting it! I'm sorry in advance for any grammatical errors

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It was another busy week. We were headed into the second week of October and that meant midterms were right around the corner. And so was fall break. Half of my students were anxious and stressed, they had test anxiety and were worried where this would put them on the class ranking. The others, I couldn’t get them to focus. They had one foot out the door ready for the long weekend, Ready for pumpkin patches and fall leaves. Surely plotting their next instagram post or tik tok or whatever it was they were doing now. 

I actually didn’t see much of Sy during the week, the boys were up against another difficult team this friday so he spent most of his lunches watching tape for practice. We kept things professional when we did run into each other though. It helped that I wasn’t sure how far he wanted to take it after what he’d said saturday. He wanted to be a gentleman. I guess that meant he wasn’t going to kiss me again either until he took me out on a date. I could handle that. But it didn’t mean it wasn’t torture. Logan may be kind and sweet and the perfect gentleman. But he’s also a big fucking tease. And he was doing it on purpose!

I ran into him on Wednesday afternoon in the hallway. I was on my way back in from picking up lunch. He was on his way back to his classroom. He immediately smiled when he saw me

“Well there’s a sight for sore eyes, late lunch darlin?” He asked, leaning against the wall in the hallway. I blushed.

“Hey handsome, yeah, busy afternoon just got the chance to go pick something up.” I responded. Then added “I’ve missed are lunch dates, I haven’t seen much of you this week,” I bit my lip softly waiting for him respond. 

“Yeah, me too, I’d much rather be having you for lunch,” He winked. “But I don’t think that’d be very work appropriate.” He smirked. I felt my face heat up and my eyes went wide. 

“Sy!” I scolded trying so hard to hide my laugh. He cupped the my jaw and brushed his thumb over my cheek. 

“Saturday’s only a few days away Darlin’, I waited over a year for you. Just a few more days and you can see as much of me as you want,” He drawled out chuckling softly. 

My face went completely flush and my heart rate sped up. This had to be what a heart attack felt like. God this man knew what he was doing. My skin felt like it was burning and simultaneously I was puddle on the floor for him. 

“You talk big game for a man that won’t even kiss me,” I teased, finally finding my voice again. I watched him as his eyes flickered behind me and he quickly turned to see if we were alone. 

“I can’t baby, you’re like a drug or something. If I get started with you again I’m not gonna be able to stop. And this aint the right place for that sugar.” He smiled softly. He let his hand fall back to his side. We were in the middle of the hallway surely we couldn’t stand like this forever and not get caught. And he was right. Faculty dating isn’t against the rules. But at the rate we were going we would be fired if we took a step closer to each other right now. 

“I do that much for you?” I asked, unable to hide smile. 

“You do more than that sugar, you’ll see soon enough. I gotta head back to my classroom and get some work done. I’ll see you at the game Friday! You go eat darlin, don’t need you passin out on us,” he gave me one last soft smile before we parted ways and I headed back to my office.  

On thursday night I went to dinner with the girls. And gave them all the details they’d been waiting for. 

“Girl I would have melted! He did not!” Skyler gasped. I laughed and hid my blush behind a sip of wine. 

“And in the middle of the school hallway, you guys are like teenagers,” Hayley shook her head, but smiled. “You better be back by curfew saturday night,” she smirked. I took another bite of the cake we were sharing for dessert and smiled skyler shook her head. 

“I don’t think he plans on taking her back to her house unless he’s staying the night,” She joked. 

“My god you guys can we get through one dinner without discussing my love life,” 

“No, it was non-existent until he came along and we are fully invested. This is better than TV!” Skyler laughed. “Seriously though, I hope you have so much fun saturday night, you haven’t been out on a date in… well a really long time! You deserve this!” 

“He does know you’re like horrible at bowling though right? Like when we used to go in high school your best game was like a 72, you might as well as just dropped it right in the gutter!” Hayley laughed. 

“I tried to tell him! I chuckled. “If anything there will be a lot of laughter. And it’ll be an excuse for him to put his hands on me again.” I wiggled my eyebrows. Hayley rolled her eyes and skyler almost choked on her drink laughing. I love my friends so much! 

Friday felt like it dragged on forever. Sy was busy all day again so I’d only heard from him in his usual “Good morning” text. We were busy in the office starting sign-ups for the first senior college campus field trip, and I skipped lunch so I was starving by the time I packed up my office at the end of the school day. Just as I was about to lock up my office there was a knock on my door. 

I looked up and saw a few of the boys on the football team standing outside of my office. 

“Derek, Matt, Tyler, Can I help you boys?” I smiled. 

“We just wanted to thank you for being at our game last week Ms. P, You’re the best!” Derek spoke first. He was such a sweet kid. He was a shoein for a football scholarship at one of the big universities. 

“Yeah and we heard you were gonna be there tonight too! That’s awesome, Coach says you’re our good luck charm and I think he’s right. No one’s got as much spirit as you!” Tyler laughed. 

“You boys are just trying to butter me up to write your college recommendation letters,” I chuckled. “That’s so sweet of you to say, thank you! I can’t wait to watch you guys play tonight!”

“You rock Ms. Plummer! Oh and uh,” Matt smirked  and stepped out from behind the other two boys I hadn’t noticed he was holding a bouquet of flowers. “Coach sent us to deliver these,” He said extending the vase out to me. 

“Thank you Matt,” I smiled taking them from him and setting them on my desk. “You guys better get home Coach will have your head if you don’t take care of yourselves before the game!” They all smiled 

“We’ll see you tonight Ms. P!” Derek called as they left the office. Shook my head and smiled to my self as picked up the flowers and finally closed up my office. 

Once I got home from work I set the flowers on the counter and noticed there was a little card attached. I pulled off the little envelope and took out the card. 

“Flowers for our gorgeous good luck charm. It’s gonna be a great game! Can’t wait to see you tonight Sugar ;)”  I could feel my cheeks heating up and I smiled to myself. He was too much sometimes. But I loved it. I ate a quick dinner, changed into some jeans and put on Sy’s hoodie I still had from last weekend. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.  I sprayed on a little perfume that he had complimented a while ago. And then headed out the door to get to the game a little early. 

I don’t know why I was trying to impress him. I already had him. But I really enjoyed having his attention. And I missed it so much this week while he was busy. The spot next to his truck was open so I parked next to him. It was starting to feel natural. I liked it. It felt like we belonged together. I shook my head. I was getting ahead of myself. 

When I headed toward the field I found him immediately. He was standing on the sidelines talking with the other coaches while the boys were warming up. I walked along the fence that ran along the outside of the track and stood leaned against it waiting for him to see me. One of the other coaches saw me first and smirked. He sent me a little wink before he nudged Sy and nodded in my direction. Sy raised his eyebrow and turned to see what Nick was looking at. I smiled and and waved shyly. “I’ll be back, Nick get the boys started on the next defensive drill, I want ‘em good and focused tonight!” He said barely looking back to catch his assistant coaches response before he strode over to the fence giving me a toothy grin. 

“Hello beautiful,” He smiled as he leaned his hip against the fence. 

“Hey handsome, looks like the boys are in good shape for the game tonight!” I said. He looked out at the field and watched them for a minute and nodded. 

“Yeah, we’re lookin’ even better now that our good luck charm is here. The boys couldn’t wait to give you your flowers.” He chuckled, turning back to face me. 

“Yeah? I’m sure THEY couldn’t,” I smirked. “Thank you they were beautiful, and the card was sweet Sy, you didn’t need to do that.” 

“Gentlemen always, sends flowers on the first date,” He teased. 

“Yeah but it’s not until tomorrow,” I joked. 

“Okay, so maybe I felt bad that i’ve been a little busy this week, just wanted you to know that I’m eager to see you again. I’m always thinking about ya,” he smiled

“Sy,” i blushed

“It’s true, I’m always thinking about your pretty little smile. And those lips.” He paused “The way you taste. And those tits,” He smirked wiggling is eyebrows. 

“Oh my god,” I blushed and folded my arms against the fence hiding my face. “You are ridiculous!” I mumbled against my sleeve. He chuckled. 

“Is that my sweatshirt?” He asked raising an eyebrow. I lifted my head to meet his gaze biting my lip softly. 

“It might be.” I said shyly. 

“So you’ve been thinking about me too,” He smirked. 

“It’s kinda hard not too,” I admitted. He smiled and holding my gaze for a moment before looking back at the field, then behind me at the bleachers. 

“It’s probably not appropriate for us to show PDA around the students like this huh?” He said sadly, “I wanna kiss you so bad,”

“Well, it is technically after work hours, and theres no harm in a good luck kiss.” I smiled batting my eyelashes playfully. 

“I like the way you think Darlin,” He smirked cupping my jaw tilting my face up and pressing his lips to mine softly. We stayed like that for a few seconds breathing each other in. It’d been a long week. Finally we pulled away when one of the players whistled from the sidelines. Sy chuckled and shook his head. 

“Good luch coach.” 

They didn’t need it, the boys played amazing. The predictions would be that this would be a close scoring game, but our team shut them out. The final score was 54 to 10. They had 4 straight consecutive wins this season. They were undefeated so far and if they won again next week it would be the first time in 15 years we’d headed into an undefeated season. Sy was really soaking it up after the game. 

“Well look at you Cowboy.” I smiled waiting against my car as he walked out to his truck after everyone had cleared out. “You’re famous around here now.” 

“Nah, the boys deserve all the credit, they’re the ones putting in the work.” He said humbly. 

“I saw you celebrating you out there, You love this!” I grinned, looking up at him as he stopped right in front of me. “You’re a damn good coach, they wouldn’t be this good without you,” I put my hand on his chest and the other on his shoulder pulling him closer. 

“With a beauty like you cheering us on we’re unstoppable baby,” He said softly grabbing my belt loops and pulling me against him kissing me roughly. I let him bit my lip and slip his hands down to squeeze my ass before I pulled away and pushed him back softly with my hand on his chest. 

“Slow down Tiger, you haven’t taken me out yet remember?” I smirked. He groaned dropping his head to my shoulder breaking heavily against my neck. “Whats got you all riled up captain?

“You showing up in my hoodie, kissing me like that, acting all shy,  you’re such a tease baby,” he growled. 

“Me? And your little stunt in the hallway this week wasn’t teasing? I couldn’t focus for the rest of the day! And I couldn’t kiss you then!” I pouted. He smirked. 

“Yeah I guess that wasn’t fair was it?” He brushed my hair back away from my face and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Okay, we better get out of here before I try and take you home with me again,”

“One more day Logan, you did this to yourself!” I winked. “It’ll be worth it.” He chuckled.

“I’ll pick you up around 7:30 for dinner, the bowling thing starts at 9 is that okay?” He asked. 

I nodded “That sounds perfect Sy! I’ll see you then,” I said walking  around to the drivers side of my car and opening the door. 

“Get home safe, Text me when you get home.” He said as he got in his truck. 

“I will!”

The next day I was so anxious. Logan and I had been out together before but this was different. I could barely eat I was so nervous. I sat around trying to get some housework done, but I couldn’t even nervous clean. So I sat down and tried to get some reading done, but then there was a spicy scene in the book I was reading and, well my mind wandered to Sy and I was nervous all over again. Finally 6 o’clock rolled around and I let myself start to get ready. I pulled on a pair of tight jeans I hoped he’d like. Not that it would matter. By the end of the night I knew  they’d be off.  I put on a dark green v neck. I’ve noticed he seems to like that color. We would eventually have to switch to bowling shoes so I just put on a pair of converse and paced while I tried to figure out what to do with my hair and how much make up I should do. Then I panicked again because, Should I pack a bag? 

It’s very likely I’ll end up at his place again. Unless he doesn’t want me to stay over. I don’t want to assume. Maybe I should text him. No because I didn’t want him to know I was thinking about what we’d be doing later. But I was. And I’m sure he was. This was Ridiculous. I picked up my phone and sent a quick text. 

“Do gentlemens let their ladyfriends sleepover on the first date?” I sent. That sounds so stupid, He’s gonna think your stupid. He’s literally gonna call you and cancel the whole thing. My phone buzzed and I jumped a little lost in thought and anxiety. 

“When they’re lucky enough to have a date as sexy as you they do ;)” He replied. Okay so maybe I’m not stupid. 

“Would it be unladylike and presumptuous for me to be prepared for said occasion?” I texted back. Instead of texting my phone rang. I answered him quickly

“Hello?” I giggled. 

“Hey Darlin’ I was just getting ready to come pick you up and I was thinking, Do you wanna stay at my place tonight?” I could hear the smirk in his voice. 

“Sy,” I chuckled “You didn’t have to.” he shushed me. 

“Listen baby, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but the way we’ve been going at it this week, I figured I may as well formally ask.” He was holding back laughter.

“I’d be honored to stay with you tonight, I’ll pack a back,” I teased.  He chuckled 

“Good girl, I’ll see you in 20 baby,” we hung up and bit my lip shaking my head to myself. He was so damn cute! I finished getting ready and threw a few overnight essentials in a bag. Just as I was double checking everything there was a knock on my door. I grabbed my purse and bag and opened the door to see Sy with another bouquet of flowers and a big grin. 

“Hey gorgeous! You ready?” He smiled. I nodded. 

“Yeah! Those for me?” I blushed. 

“Told ya, Gentleman always brings flowers on the first date.” He smirked proud of himself. They were a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses. 

“Your momma raised a good man!” I smiled. “They’re beautiful, I’ll go put these in some water and we can go!” After I found a vase and set them on the counter next to last nights flowers we left for dinner. He took me to a local burger joint. It reminded me of one of the restaurants in Grease. He’d genuinely put thought into this! We ate dinner and even shared a milkshake. 

“You’re such a dork!” I laughed when he leaned across the table to take a sip. 

“You like it or  you wouldn’t keep me around,” He joked. 

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” He laughed and his eyes flickered to my lips. 

“Hold still sugar,  you got a little something,” He took his thumb and swiped the ice cream off my bottom lip and then brought it to his lips sucking it off. I swallowed hard and bit my lip “Got it,” He winked. 

“Mmhmm, you did,” I stuttered. 

After he paid for dinner he drove us to the bowling alley and we got set up on a lane for the night. We also got a little wrist band for the bar. “I”m gonna go get a beer sugar you want anything?” He asked. 

“I’ll take a wine cooler, whatever they got!” I smiled. I set up our screen putting our names on the board and started our first game. I felt him wrap his arm around my waist and he pulled me close pressing a kiss to my neck. 

“You ready?” he asked handing me my drink? I nodded biting my lip and trying to control my breathing. I didn’t want him to know how easy it was for him to make me lose my mind. He chuckled and kissed my cheek letting go of me and picked up his ball.

Sy was up first and I watched as he stepped up to the lane. He drew his arm back and let the ball come forward dropping it perfectly in the middle He hit all but two pins in the far left. Of course he was good at this. “Damn Sy, I didn’t realize you were a professional at every sport.” I joked. He chuckled. 

“A couple buddies and I used to play on a league in high school. It’s been a while.” He picked up his ball again when it came back through and stepped up to the line again and it spiraled down and curved perfectly knocking down the last pins.  “Guess I still got it!” He smirked. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my drink. I grabbed my ball and stepped up to the line. Well, I’ve made myself look stupid before and he’s still here so, here’s to embarrassing myself! I threw the ball and it dropped hard immediately rolling toward the right gutter. I sighed heavy and dropped my head in shame. I could hear Logan trying not to laugh. 

“Shut up,” I said when I turned around waiting for my ball. 

“That was a good try,” He snickered. 

“I’ll get the next one!” I said confidently. I did not. This one rolled more to the left skated along the edge and knocked down two pins. I winced but laughed at myself when I turned around. 

“You hit em that time!” I laughed. 

“We can’t all be perfect like you Sy!” I joked. He shook his head his chest shaking with laughter. 

“I can help you if you want,” He smiled sweetly. I wasn’t going to give into him that easily. Not yet. 

“No! I can do it,” I said stubbornly.  He just laughed. We went on like that for a while. The next turn He bowled a strike. I knocked down 4. He picked up another spare. I got 6. He got another strike. I threw another gutterball. When it was my turn again I downed the rest of my drink and stood up grabbing the ball. I walked up to the line and stood their for a second. I stared at the pins and the turned back towards Sy and pouted. 

“Okay I give up, help,” He smiled standing up from the table and walked up behind me. 

“Come here baby, Stand a little more to the right of center.” He moved us over and grabbed my hip so I was completely pressed against him. He slowly ran his hand down my arm gently grabbing my wrist. Guiding it back to show me how to throw the ball. He was saying something but I honestly couldn’t hear the instructions he was giving over my heartbeat pounding in my ears. “Just like that and let it go okay.” he smiled. I nodded and he guidded me again helping me throw the ball. This time I knocked down all but one. “Thats my girl!” He said spinning me around and kissing me passionately. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders kissing him back. He pulled away quickly and smiled. “I knew you could do it.” We finished the first game and of course Sy had Won. He got me another drink and he switched to water so he could drive us home.  The second drink was starting to hit and I kept calling him over to help me and teasing him by pressing my ass against him everytime he was behind me. At the end of the last game he was behind me helping me throw again. I was definitely a little buzzed. 

I pressed my ass against him grinding against him to  whatever song was playing on the old jukebox. But he was done with my teasing. He growled in my ear squeezing my hip tight. And after I let go of the ball he turned me around crashing his lips to mine. I smirked when we pulled away. “What do you think you’re doing darlin, hmm?” he smirked.

“Just having fun Sy,” I ran my hand down his chest and his stomach. He grabbed my wrist stoppinig me before I could get any further. I pouted. “Buzzkill,” He shook his head. 

“You’re in for it when we get home darlin, don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” we left the bowling alley and got back in the truck. I was  so excited for him to get us home. 

“Such a naughtly little girl teasing me in public like that. You like misbehaving don’t you,” He growled when we were on the main road back home. His hand had been on my thigh the whole drive. His fingertips softly massaging the inside. 

“I think you like it when I do,” I teased. I reached over and ran my had across his lap and smirked when I felt the bulge in his jeans. I playfully squeezed him and he cursed under his breath. 

“What am I gonna do with you.” He groaned. He pulled into his drive way and threw it into park. He jumped out and ran to my side of the truck. I had just enough time to unbuckle my seatbelt before he pulled me out and threw me over his shoulder. 

“Sy!” I laughed. He smacked my ass. 

“You asked for this sugar!”  He carried me into the house and took me straight to his bedroom. He dropped me on the bed and flipped me over onto my stomach. I squealed playfully as he pulled down my jeans and panties tossing them to the side. “You wanna be a brat and misbehave. You’re gonna learn baby.” He brought his hand down with a loud smack on my ass. “Bad girls get punished.” I could feel myself dripping already. God it was like he was straight out of a romance novel. But he was real. This was happening. He gave a hard slap to the other cheek and I whimpered. He rubbed over it soothing it gently. “You like this don’t you, when I take control?” I moaned inresponse. 

“Words sugar,” He smacked my ass again and I yellped not ready for it. 

“Yes Sir!” I choked out. 

“That’s my good girl, now stay just like that, Ive been dying to bend you over all week.”  I heard him unzip his jeans and then felt him press the head of his cock against my folds. He didn’t give me time to adjust this time. He just slammed into me. 

“Fuck Sy!” I moaned as he started a relentless pace. He tangled his fingers in my hair as he fucked me from behind pulling me up against his chest. 

“I love when your like this, when you’re so needy for me. You’ve been aching for my cock all week. And You’d do anything to get it.” I blushed. Fuck he was right. I moaned as he thrusted harder. 

“Say it,” he growled in my ear. 

“Mm fuck I need your cock Logan,” I moaned. I heard him groan and felt his fingers pressing against my clit as he reached around to help me reach my climax. 

“I know baby, and you needed me to make you cum didn’t you, I’m gonna let you cum baby all you have to do is ask.” It felt so fucking good. He was so intense. His words his motions. The things he was doing to me was too much. 

“Please Sy,” I begged.

“Please what baby?” He smirked as his thrusts became sloppy. I groaned feeling it build up inside me. 

“Please let me cum!” I moaned. He Pushed me back down so my face was against the mattress and grabbed my hips thrusting into me. 

“Let go baby, I gotcha, I’m right here baby, cum for me. “ his name tumbled from my lips as my walls clenched around him and I reached my climax. He wasn’t far behind. A few more thrusts and he was cumming inside me. Growling in my ear telling me how good I was. 

“Fuck,” He breathed pulling out and laying on the bed next to me. He pulled me on top of him, combing his fingers through my hair. “Well, I’d say that went well,” He smirked. I shook my head trying to catch my breath. 

“You’re an idiot.” I laughed. 

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I really want to see fanart, fanfic, post, I'll take anything, about the fall out between spider gang and miles. I'm talking the universe said "fuck you" to both sides and made shit go sideways and fast.

Miguel said Miles dad had to die? Universe took both of his parents.

Miles still has Ganke? Universe takes him too

Miles has already seen two people die in front of him? Universe add four more and make it back to back, that little girl his dad died for, yeah she gotta go too.

Peter said Miles is a tough kid? Universe said to break him when they barely win and have him go right into shock.

Miguel said cannon events (his predictions) will stabilize the multiverse? The spot almost wipes 1610 out and nearly takes miles with it.

Peter and Gwen were only trying to do the right thing? Miles has lost everyone close to him and can never get them back.

Gwen wants to go back to the way things were? Too bad Miles can never give her that kind of trust again. He definitely can't love her in that potential romantic way again because she hurt him.

Peter wants to help the kid through this tough time? To come to an understanding? Miles understands, and he gets why Mayday comes first. But Peter hurt him too, so there are going to be a long heart to heart and a lot of tears. Their relationship has to start from scratch and slowly heal from there.

Miguel didn't think things would turn out like this? He thought Miles was the cause that he couldn't even clock the spot? He had to carry back a catatonic Miles back to hq to rush him to medical because the shock very nearly finished what the spot started.

Miguel wants to apologize? Wants Miles to get better? Miles is terrified of him, not because of his looks, but because of his actions. But they are both each other's triggers, so the first two month (out of the hospital) or so, they send each other into outburst and panic attacks. Miles is triggered by the chase. Miguel is triggered by feeling reminded of Gabriel by Miles eyes, smile, and some similarities in personality. They get there eventually, and I feel like they'll get there before peter and Miles get there. Mostly because Miguel and Miles didn't know each other like that.

Friends want to visit Miles while he's recovering? Nope, they set him off into a panic or aggressive outburst. The only person that can go in or near miles is Hobbie. At some point Pav and Mayday worm their way in. Nearing the end of his hospital stay Porker, peni, and noir also work their way in. But Hobbie becomes important to Miles very quickly as a point of trust. His main support system are Hobbie and Pav.

My point is that I want to see "your actions have consequences" and not only with Miguel. Yeah , he played a big part, but let's be honest, it all felt like a huge mental breakdown. But Peter? He was Miles's mentor, and he looked up to him. And Gwen knew Miles longer than peter did and Miles was obviously crushing on her. So, she had to hurt the most out of the two.

I just want some juice angst for everyone.