#mmm kinda wanna do studies again

[souporsaladnatural]

Woe old cas eye studies be upon ye

[always-just-red]

I've been lookin for a writer who takes reqs for lnds 😭 Can i req sfw hcs/one-shot (choose which one u prefer more) for sylus & fem/gn reader?

I remember there was one call for zayne x mc where mc called zayne accidentally because mc was drunk & mc called zayne (accidentally) instead of booking a cab (mc did book a cab but w/ a wrong destination).

Can i maybe req what if the scenario is like that but it's w/ sylus instead? Feel free to tell me if this req is too much or if u wanna decline it, thanks a lot!

My first Sylus fic! Yay! (Don't look at me Rafayel 🥰) Anon your mind is so powerful! This prompt was so much fun to write, so thank you, hope you enjoy!

Wrong Number

Sylus x Reader 🩸

Summary: You're having a bit of trouble getting hold of that taxi you booked, but more trouble help is on the way...

Genre: fluff, kinda ends on an angsty note (sorry 😇)

Warnings/Additional tags: drunk reader, some swearing, humour, uses of 'sweetie' and 'kitten', threat of violence/death at the start, a slight bit of suggestion (it's Sylus, ok? He's having ✨fun✨)

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

“Mr. Sylus, please! It was an honest mistake— almost indistinguishable from a genuine protocore, I swear!”

Sylus is lounging back in a plush leather armchair, feeling thoroughly short-changed as he turns about a fake protocore with his fingers. He’s been listening to this noise for almost a full minute, growing awfully impatient, though he did like the last excuse.

“Say that again,” he drawls with a sinister smile.

“It was an honest mistake,” the black-market dealer stutters, tripping over his words. “It was almost indistinguishable from a—”

“Almost indistinguishable…” Sylus confirms. “Almost. Almost.” He’s savouring each syllable— tasting them like wine.

“It would have fooled almost anyone!”

“Almost anyone?” Sylus laughs, and it’s a wicked, dangerous thing. “Well yes, I rather think that’s the point. But it didn’t fool just anyone, did it? It fooled you.”

His smile is gone in an instant, his hand closing around the fake protocore, splintering it with a crack. He drops bloodied, sapphire fragments from his palm, red and blue, red and blue, and they skitter across the hardwood floor like rain.

“Please, Mr. Sylus!” the dealer pleads, desperate. “I’ll do anything! I will! I’ll make it up to you!”

“No, thanks.” Sylus studies his palm as it heals. “I’ve had my fill of fake protocores.”

“Sylus!”

The leader of Onychinus stands, drawing his gun with a customary apathy. Dark energy manifests, twisting around the dealer’s limbs, holding him still, while a lone tendril crawls around his mouth, holding him silent. He’s struggling, but he should know better. He should have known better from the very beginning. With a wistful smile, Sylus levels the gun with his head, and—

Something rings.

His red gaze shoots up, instinctively seeking Luke and Kieran, but they shrug from their station at the other side of the room. The sound is closer than that, anyway. Glaringly more familiar. Sylus’s spare hand goes to his pocket, and he draws out his phone.

“Mmm?” he greets, thumb sliding across the screen as he puts it to his ear.

There’s only one person who calls him at this time of night.

“Where are you?” your voice echoes from the other side of the line.

“That’s a question I prefer not to answer without knowing what motivates it.”

“Wha— Sylus?”

“Yes, sweetie,” he drones.

There’s a moment of silence. “Shit.”

It’s not the reaction he aspires to, but you sound agitated, so he’s going to let it slide. There’s a loud crackle from the speaker, followed by a few, harsher sounds, and he pulls the phone away from his ear, wincing slightly. His eyes are trained on the man at his feet, but he lowers his gun, distracted.

“What are you—” he begins, but then he identifies the sound. It’s a finger— your finger— jabbing away at a screen. “If I didn’t know any better, Miss Hunter, I’d say you were trying to get rid of me.”

“No…” you deny too quickly. It’s still there: the tapping. Like Mephisto, pecking furiously at a locked window from outside. A few more jabs, and then…

The call cuts out.

Sylus scoffs, looking down at his now silent phone in disbelief. He flops back into his chair, tossing his gun onto a side table before hitting the button to call you back. You know he’s not a patient man, but you don’t pick up the first time, and so he has to try again. He can be patient for you— he tells himself— as he thinks up some creative ways for you to return the charity. Speaking of charity…

His gaze drops to the dealer. “Get out,” he sneers.

The man doesn’t have to be told twice. He scrambles to his feet as his blood-dark bindings retract, practically throwing himself towards the room’s exit. Luke pushes open the door, the intense music of the nightclub beating through the gap, but Kieran’s being less helpful. He steps into the doorway, blocking any escape. He feints right. Then left. Behind the masks, both men are laughing.

Eventually Kieran steps aside. He shoves the dealer the rest of the way through the door as Luke kicks it shut, and they exchange a high-five.

Sylus pinches the bridge of his nose. His call connects.

“Hello?” You’re back. “Finally! Where are you? I don’t see you.”

“Still me, sweetie.”

“Sylus?” you actually whine. It’s adorable. “Why is it you? Go away.”

“No,” he lilts tunefully, and then he’s coaxing: “I want to help you, kitten. Won’t you let me help you? Tell me, who are you trying to call?”

Frustration spills from you— fake, exaggerated sobs tearing themselves from your throat. “The taxi, Sy,” you whine again. “The stupid taxi, ok? It’s not here. It’s meant to be here.”

“Where’s here?”

“Ha!” you exclaim like you’ve evaded a masterplan, and not a casually asked, run-of-the-mill question. “No. Nice try, but no. You wanna help me?”

“Yeah.”

“Then leave me alone!”

With— he can imagine— some sort of theatrical flourish, you deliver your phone a final, decisive tap. It beckons a fateful silence. Sylus brings his phone in front of his face, unmoved by the moment’s gravitas. There’s a pop-up on the screen. Kitten: requesting video chat.

He smiles to himself. Then accepts. “Hi sweetie.”

Your face is lighting up his screen, your cheeks flushed, your brow furrowed, and your eyes sharp with determination. “Why can I— wait, why can I see you? Get out of my phone, Sy!”

“My, my,” he tuts, but he’s smiling still, “look at you— the illustrious Miss Hunter. It is a relief to know the fate of Linkon rests in such… reliable hands.”

“What d’you mean?” you mumble.

“You’re drunk.”

“You’re drunk!”

He chuckles. “And there’s that infamous wit.”

You bite your lip as you ignore him, still fixated on trying to end the call. It occurs to him that you will eventually succeed; even a broken clock is right twice a day. “Listen to me, sweetie. Are you alone?”

His tone is sober enough for the two of you, and your exasperated eyes meet his. “Yeah.”

“Then be a good girl and send me your location. You remember how to do that, right?” He carefully enunciates each word of his plan. “I’ll come and get you, but I need to know where you are. Don’t go with anyone else. Wait for me, ok?”

You’re nodding away, the odd ‘mmhmm’ escaping your lips, but you’re not at all listening. He catches on after a minute. Trails off— realises your gaze is too vacant, and your focus? Wandering. You’re cradling your phone with both hands. His view is interrupted as your thumb passes over the camera; you’re… stroking the screen?

“You’re so pretty, Sy,” you murmur breathlessly.

His gaze softens. He sighs, “You’re pretty too.”

Then you make a sound he’s never heard before: you squeak, the phone’s audio almost cutting out. A blush is spreading through your cheeks, so much darker than the alcohol’s afterglow, and gods he wishes your face was in his hands. The vision is short-lived, however, because suddenly you’re gone.

There’s a circling view of a dark street, split by streaks of white light, as your phone careens through the air. It strikes concrete a moment later, stuttering to a stop, and Sylus’s grimace deepens with each jarring crack. Your screen has gone black, but he doesn’t think it’s broken. He’s face down, apparently— subjected to an unexciting view of the pavement.

“Oh, shit!” He hears you gasp.

Though your voice is far away, your phone is in your grasp again in no time. You’re turning it over, peering down at him, tracing the outline of his face with worry. “Sorry, Sy. Are you ok?”

“I’ll survive.” He raises an eyebrow. “You know, if you wanted to throw me around, you only needed to ask.”

His voice has dropped, and he loves watching you notice. You stand from your crouch with a smirk, bringing him with you— a dark idea in your eyes. “Wanna go again?”

Before he can protest, he’s looking at the back of your head. Your arm is stretched behind you, gearing up to send him on another short flight.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he interrupts, panicking briefly, but you’d never detect it with all your wits about you, let alone none. He’s brought in front of your face again, and you’re frowning oh so sweetly. “I asked you to do something, remember?”

“You told me to do something.”

So pedantic. “What did I tell you to do, sweetie?”

You don’t say anything. There’s a short huff as you blow hair from your face, and then you’re concentrating. You have that look he likes: the one you get when you’re whittling away at your paperwork like a good little hunter. The same stubborn resolve, too, that makes you lean over it when he or Mephisto are conveniently behind your shoulder.

Your location comes through with a ping and his smile widens. He’s up in a heartbeat, telling you he’s on his way— that you did such a good job— and that you need to stay on the phone with him, ok? He spins his fingers as he passes between Luke and Kieran, a gesture they’ve long grown accustomed to and can easily translate.

I'm leaving. Clean this up.

…

“So then Xavier, like— well, you know Xavier— he was all, ‘I’ll tell you later,’ but he never did, Sy! Off he went, leaving Nero and I to do all the paperwork, and I asked Nero, and Nero was like, ‘ask Xavier yourself’, and I was like, ‘I literally just did!’, and he just shrugged, and it’s… driving me crazy, you know? Because where does he even go? Tara and I have this bet going, she thinks it’s because he—”

Your anecdote comes to a sudden stop.

“What does Tara think, sweetie?”

“Shh shh shh! Wait a second…”

You clutch your phone to your chest like it’ll somehow suppress Sylus’s voice. You’re sat, leaning back against a chain-link fence, but you rise as a black car pulls up in front of you. The windows are tinted. You squint, leaning forward to try to look through them anyway.

“I don’t like this, Sy,” you frown as you plant a hand on your hip. “There’s a car here.”

“Oh?”

“Shh!” you hiss again. It’s not the only car parked on the street, but it is the only one alive. The engine purrs and its lights are glowing like angry embers, refusing to be snuffed out by the dark. You take a step closer, then the engine cuts out. You take a bigger step back.

“What exactly are you afraid of?” Sylus asks, his tone so thick it’s practically bleeding through your phone. “Is a big, bad man trying to get you?”

“Well I don’t know what they look like, Sy. The windows are tinted, and I— AH!” you gasp.  

A strong pair of arms wrap around you from behind, lifting you from the ground. “Got you, sweetie,” Sylus chuckles in your ear as tell-tale crow feathers settle around you. His breath is hot on your neck and it tickles, turning your panicked shrieks to laughter.

“Sylus!” you squeal as you attempt to wriggle free. You don’t think you’re trying very hard.

The man lowers you back to your feet, but his arms stay around you and he dips his head, resting his chin on the curve of your shoulder. “Hi,” he whispers.

“Hi.” For a little word, there’s so much fondness.

“Let’s get you home to bed, ok?”

You nod compliantly with a yawn, swaying a little as his arms retract and you’re having to stand on your own again. He chuckles as he steadies you— placing a hand on the top of your head— and you pivot, drawn by the sound. His crimson eyes find yours and they’re dark with something that stirs you, even with your mind swimming and nothing really making sense. You’re not sure of anything at all, except—

No-one has ever looked at you like that before.

And you won’t remember it tomorrow.

“Come on,” he prompts, nudging you towards the car, and you start to walk, though you’re dragging your feet. “I want to hear all of the association’s dirtiest secrets while I still can.”

“Tara has a crush on the new weapon specialist, you know.”

Sylus blinks, then laughs— a tender, comfortable thing. Completely enthralled. “You don’t say,” he beams.

No, you won’t remember it tomorrow.

[hamofjustice]

Julinemo Week, Day 3: Study Session

(This could probably be better but this week is an exercise in just posting without being a perfectionist and I wanna go to bed, so)

The late afternoon breeze streaming through Nemona's window kept her room smelling as fresh and alive as a new adventure, as she and her favorite guest did something quite a bit less exciting: reviewing their Battle Studies homework.

Nemona was on her bed, leaving just enough space for her napping Pawmot, while Juliana and her Gardevoir were down on the plush green rug she'd picked out for Nemona the previous week (which Nemona insisted on paying for). The Battle Frontier Channel was on the big TV as familiar background noise, though Gardevoir at least seemed more interested in looking up at that than the open books.

"Uhhh… question nine… 'Which kind of Terrain protects from ailments instead of powering up attacks?'" Juliana read out.

"Oh, um… Misty Terrain! I was just thinking about that one. It might help you remember that one's different 'cause it's not called Fairy Terrain."

"Oh yeah, huh. Good point."

"It's not teeechnically correct to say it's the only one that does that, 'cause, like, Electric Terrain keeps you awake, and Misty Terrain does power up Terrain Pulse and Misty Explosion, but… I think you can safely ignore those since there's no 'none of the above' options… right?"

"Uh… nope, there's not. Wow, Mona… you know more than these books do, huh? Hehehe…"

"Heh. Nah, they're probably just tryin' to keep it simple. I've never used Misty Explosion in my life!"

"Oh. Well, I appreciate trying to keep it simple, 'cause some of these things have so many arbitrary little details to remember…"

"I know, right? I guess it's not like anybody sat down and designed 'em all elegantly like a video game, though." Nemona pointed out, before starting to tap her pencil eraser to her chin and then her temple as she looked up at the ceiling. "I wonder if Misty Explosion might be decent BECAUSE no one expects it…"

"Maybe? Mmm, I dunno…"

"I've actually gotta figure that out soon. When you get into Advanced Battle Studies like me, you'll have to--"

"IF I get into Advan--"

"WHENNN you get in, 'cause you're smart and cool and attr-- attentive, and a Champion like me, and have me helping youuu…" Nemona insisted, briefly pointing her eraser down at Juliana as if it were a threat. Pawmot kept sleeping, fully accustomed to its Trainer's volume. "… You've gotta make theme teams for all these field conditions! It's kinda fun, but… I dunno how good some of these would be. They start ya off easy with Rain, but… hmm…"

"Oh, is that what you're working on up there?"

"Eh, sorta. I've got the Psychic Terrain one for this week figured out ahead of schedule, so I'm getting started on the Misty Terrain one now."

"So you could just… not be doing homework right now, if you wanted?" Juliana prodded.

"I mean… I guess, but then I'd probably just be bored and houndin' you to go out with me. Uh, f-for battles and stuff."

"Mmm. Yeah, probably. Well… thanks for matching my pace, then."

"Always."

"Hehe… "

They both smiled at each other for a bit before getting back to work. Each of them sighed happily and gave their partner Pokemon some petting. But eventually…

"Uh… I'll be right back. Gotta use the bathroom." Juliana quietly announced.

"Mmmkay. Be my guest."

Nemona looked up from the page and gazed off into space as Juliana stepped out, but then…

"Hey, Gardevoir." she whispered.

"Devoira…?" Juliana's companion answered sleepily, turning its head up to Nemona.

"Can you… show me how Juliana feels about me?"

"Garde." the Embrace Pokemon said with a nod. It rolled its neck a bit before scooting a bit closer and reaching out to Nemona with its green hand.

"Ooh, are we gonna do a mind meld? Heh…"

Almost as soon as she took its hand, Nemona's eyes shut and brows shot up like she'd once again misread a teaspoon of Spicy Herba Mystica as a tablespoon. After a few moments, however, she seemed to become accustomed to whatever had been put in front of her mind's eye. Her expression became one of curious awe, then wholesome warmth, then giddy delight as she wiggled her feet happily behind her. She opened her eyes back up as the emotional transmission ended, needing a moment to refocus on reality. "Oh… oh man… th-thanks bud. I, uh… huh…"

"De gara, devoira."

Juliana came back into the room to find Nemona blushing and giggling, and immediately looked down at herself to try and find a reason for it, to no avail.

"Hehehehe… Hey, I think I might be moving down to the floor with you, actually." Nemona decided, picking up her book.

[antihibikase2]

Fame Checker

I wanted to do something like this for awhile- practicing dialogue by making a fic consisting of only dialogue.

[ Hilda Weiss. ]

"A battle prodigy from Nimbasa City. Eight league badges under her belt. Lost against Alder in the final battle. Currently trains at the Battle Subway, where she is rumored to have a 10,000 win streak- and still going."

"I've read about her before! She's the coolest, isn't she?! She started her journey much younger than us!"

"To lose only at the final battle.. and she didn't attempt the league again after that. Maybe she went soul searching..? I don't really get it."

"She looks familiar!"

"How so?"

"Hmmm.. I dunno! She looks like the big sister who gave me a very important-looking parcel!"

"The what-"

"Wh- Rosa, you can't just accept things like that from strangers! What if it was dangerous?!"

"You worry too much, Hughy! Besides, I think it is her! I mean, she has a Simisear, doesn't she? The pretty big sister that approached me had one too!"

"Still-"

"When were you planning to, you know, tell us-"

"Oh, it's not anything you two should worry about! Haven't you seen all those anime with the magical girls? Its a secret between us!"

"..not a good secret, is it? Now that you've upped and told us-"

"Specifics, specifics!"

"You're so flippant about these things, I swear.."

"But hey, isn't it strange? Hilda Weiss is so cool, she's achieved so much-"

"-and she's so smart and popular,"

"-that too! But no one's really gotten a hold of her long enough to have an interview with her."

"She's known to hide from the media at all costs. She's quite good at it too."

"No wonder her Fame Checker entry is so empty, outside of comments from other people.."

"..that'd suck, wouldn't it? To only have things about you be from the mouths of other people."

"Mmm, but it'd suck more to not have an inch of privacy, I bet. For sure, she's had enough of the spotlight- even if it wasn't shining on her long enough."

"Yeah,"

"Yeah."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..man, I feel kinda bad now for looking her up in here."

"Well, she has an entry here, and that's that- we can't do anything about it."

"Everything here is moderated, at least- no one's going to be slandering Hilda Weiss of all people."

"True!"

"Oh! ..that's good, right?"

"Yup, yup! I'm sure the guys here will call out anyone who tries to add something fake to her entry!"

"Ah, alright, good!"

"Let's not add to the pile of losers that talk behind her back, even if she doesn't know us."

"At the very least, let's respect her privacy. I'm sure one of these days, she's gonna tell her story."

"Ah, and if she does, I hope it's in the form of a movie or documentary.."

"..you're just saying that so you can audition for a Hilda role, aren't you?"

"You caught me! It would be a dream come true. ♥"

"Ugh, Rosa, seriously-"

"Hey hey, Hugh, give me that! I wanna try!"

"Nate-!"

"Ehhh? I thought you felt bad?"

"That was a minute ago!"

[ Bianca Alabaster. ]

"A trainer from Nuvema Town. Eight league badges under her belt. Did not challenge the Pokemon League. Currently works as Professor Juniper's assistant, studying under Professor Fennel, and collaborating with Director Lenora of Nacrene City's museum in regards to the Unovan legends."

"..who's she?"

"Haven't you heard, Hughy? She's Hilda's new best friend!"

"I thought we just agreed to not be a part of the problem of guys who just talk about her-"

"No, no, look, see, the thing is- remember the thing from two years ago?"

"Plasma?"

"Plasma."

"How could I forget-"

"-a castle rose from the depths of the league! No one's forgetting something like that!"

"Yeah, exactly-"

"Wait, what does- what's her name, Bianca, Bianca Alabaster, have anything to do with this?"

"She's one of the hero's childhood friends!"

"..the hero?"

"...ah, The Hero of Truth, right?"

"..are we allowed to call him that?"

"That's what everyone else calls him!"

"Yeah, but, he's just a guy-"

"That's what's so crazy about it, Hugh! He's just a guy, just like us, and yet-!"

"I've heard that they started their journey late because Miss Bianca's dad was a worrywart. And look at her now.."

"She's working alongside the professors and even the director of the museum to uncover the dragon stuff."

"...do you think she'll find something? ..what can she see that those other archaeologists missed? No offense, but she's not that much older than us."

"Neither is the Hero of Truth or Hilda! Hilda was just ten when she achieved all those cool things, and The Hero of Truth was just fourteen!"

"I feel it in my guts- she's gonna find something that's gonna change everything we know about the heroes!"

"..we don't know much about the heroes-"

"Exactly."

"Hm. Fair point."

"Like, what did they even do?"

"I dunno, politics?"

"They didn't include politics in the legends!"

"Well duh, it doesn't sound as cool and mythic- you think Aya would listen to me telling her bedtime stories every night if the legends actually focused on that?"

"I would listen!"

"Of course you would."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...by the way, did I tell you guys that she's also the one who's gonna deliver my Pokemon tomorrow?"

"What."

"Didn't I tell you? Mom said that the professor called her a week ago, asking her if I was old enough to have my own Pokemon now and set off for a journey!"

"I mean, I knew about that, but her? That's- if she's the childhood friend of the hero, then-!"

"We can ask about Plasma!"

"We can definitely ask about Plasma!"

"You guys, you're always asking about Plasma! They've disbanded, you know!"

"You wouldn't know that!"

"Neither would you!"

"She definitely knows a few things!"

"Didn't she like, what, run into them a few times? She's not as involved as The Hero of Truth, you know!"

"Still involved! That's better than nothing!"

"Like, hear us out, that Ghetsis guy- really, it's just so weird if he gives up after putting in all that effort to trick most of Unova into thinking it's for the good of the Pokemon that they should be separated from humans!"

"Ugh, but he's like, old. He's a bag of bones."

"Rosa, you out of all people should know that old people are stubborn."

"...oh yikes, you're right. Hm."

"That settles it. When we see her tomorrow, we'll ask about Plasma as much as we can."

"Yeah! And I know exactly which Pokemon to pick!"

"You guys are soooo stubborn. Natey, give me that, I want a turn."

"Hey-!"

[ Cheren Slater. ]

"A trainer from Nuvema Town. Eight league badges under her belt. Challenged the Elite Four, but was not able to battle the champion due to unforeseen circumstances. Studied under Gym Leader Burgh of Castelia City, currently assigned to Aspertia City's gym as a normal-type specialist."

"Huh?"

"What?"

"Aspertia has a-"

"-gym leader?"

"See, you guys are too caught up in Plasma, you haven't even heard! I was wondering why neither of you were talking about him!"

"We're getting a gym leader-"

"And it's Cheren Slater?!"

"...let me guess, he's also involved with The Hero of Truth like Bianca?"

"More so! He's the best friend of the hero! Right, Rosie?"

"Mhm. Unlike Bianca, he's more secretive- kinda like Hilda. He hasn't spoken a single word at all."

"I'm telling you, something happened in that castle. Something they don't want us to figure out."

"Why?"

"Well, when The Hero of Truth went in, he followed immediately after! I'm tellin' you, they were best buds!"

"And after Zekrom left with Team Plasma's king, the media saw Grimsley carrying him out while the hero held his hand."

"Grimsley? The Elite Four member?"

"Yeah!"

"I've heard that Grimsley's the one keeping most of the league secrets- plus, out of all the Elite Four members, he's definitely the shadiest!"

"You're just saying that because he's a dark type specialist."

"Dude, there's something about him, you know-"

"Out of the other Elite Four members, he's the only one keeping his personal life completely in the shadows. Suuuuper suspicious."

"And not to mention-"

"-the Donphan in the room; they literally share a name!"

"....ah. Gotcha. So what you're saying is-"

"Cheren Slater must be Grimsley Slater's illegitimate child that he's keeping a secret from the public!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Are you two stupid? Are you two actually stupid?"

"Hey!"

"Think for two seconds- how old is Grimsley?"

"He's a vampire, he doesn't age-"

"Last season's issue of Unova Monthly said he's turning twenty eight in the next summer. This Cheren guy- he's gotta be around the same age as Bianca and the hero. How old do you think Grimsley is, if that guy is his kid?!"

"..."

"..we didn't consider the age huh?"

"Back to the drawing board we go-"

"Idiots. They could be siblings. Or cousins. I dunno."

"Kinda scummy if they are. He doesn't tell the world about his bro! Couldn't be me!"

"Well, you don't shut up at all."

"Might be a Hilda situation. Maybe he's trying to protect his privacy."

"..and if he's involved in the thing from two years back.."

"..oh man, do you think something bad really went down there?"

"I'm sure. The league lost the trust of a lot of folks for a reason, you know. They won't spill what happened."

"They've dealt with Plasma along with the hero, but.. something must have happened. They were more active than ever last year, like they were trying to cover something up."

"..not to mention, if you two didn't hear anything about this new gym leader, it must have been that big of a secret."

"..who is he?"

"Hero's friend, he has eight badges, but.."

"..there's something about him, isn't there? Even more secretive than Hilda- nothing about his past, why he was scouted as gym leader.."

"Don't they have a tournament for those kinds of things?"

"Tournament, exam, half a year of prep- that's what big sis Rox said anyway."

"She hasn't told you anything?"

"Nope. The whole thing was kept on the down low. Not even she knows anything about him; she's just as surprised as I was when the league told her she had a new gym leader buddy."

"Who did she train under again?"

"Oh, Miss Elesa and Miss Skyla. She's gotten her own badge to give out, but this guy is apparently taking over the director's badge- the one from Nacrene City."

"Whoa."

"Not even like that Marlon guy from Humilau?"

"Mhm. She says he's trained under both Mister Burgh and the triplets from Striaton- but nothing else. Even his training regime was kept a secret."

"Everything about that guy is kept a secret."

"..well, that's no surprise, considering if he's going to take a step up in the league.."

"..if Plasma still has their own running around, they could target him."

"Bingo. That's what big sis Rox thought too. She can't get ahold of this guy at all- the league has all his contacts under control."

"Plasma was definitely after him like they were with the hero and the others.."

"And if he's moving in Aspertia, this could be the chance for us to find out why."

"Find out.. what?"

"You know. If he's the bestie of the hero, he knows everything. He's gotta know what happened in that castle. Why the league is so hush-hush about it."

"..somehow.."

"..I don't have a good feeling about that, Rosa."

"You don't, huh? ...me neither."

"..."

"..."

"...Rosa, give me that, we gotta check something."

[ Hilbert Blackburn. ]

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"Oh."

"I kinda expected that, actually.. that's why I didn't bother looking him up earlier."

"He's more of a mystery than Hilda herself. Fame Checker entries tend to be submitted by users, and the moderation team is the one that decides which entries go up, which comments stay-"

"But no one knows much about this guy enough to have an entry?"

"If they did submit any, they were probably taken down or trashed when reviewing."

"The league doesn't want anyone to know of what happened two years ago, beyond the fact that this guy is the name of The Hero of Truth."

"Hilbert Blackburn was such a common name to hear around Unova two years ago-"

"Yet, no one knows anything about him."

"And league efforts were apparently taken to make sure his family and friends weren't badgered about him either."

"I'm on the league's side on that part."

"I am too! It's just.."

"..it would have been nice to know more about the hero. At this rate, he's no different from the legends we were told."

"Ugh. This sucks."

"I know, but we're not supposed to know everything- celebrities are people too,"

"But it sucks! Not knowing about this guy! He's our hero, but we weren't given a chance to get to know him, before he-"

"And his disappearance definitely has something to do with the fact the league is so quiet about what happened at that castle."

"Man, what do you think even happened there? Murder?"

"Nate-"

"That's a terrifying possibility, Natey. Did you see that Ghetsis guy? Yeah, he's old, but the scary kind of old."

"And you know how the league is. They made no secret of anything so far- and if they did, it's definitely nothing as big as this."

"Yeah, you can't really just sweep a whole castle under a rug now and pretend that no one saw it happen, huh?"

"I mean, yeah. Obviously."

"Still, you'd think they'd make a lie- or parade around the new hero some more. I mean, yeah, Reshiram chose that guy, but you'd think he'd be their mouthpiece or something. Something to get the people to stop talking."

"Yeah, but he just left."

"And that didn't give them enough time to make a lie, I guess."

"Well, they're definitely doing a bad job at keeping Unova calm if that's their goal."

"Yeah, keeping things a secret is definitely one way to get people to start talking."

"And speculating."

"And wondering."

"And maybe even conspiring-"

"Rosa-"

"Kidding. But could you imagine? A mole being in the league, knowing all their secrets?"

"That's also a terrifying possibility."

"Yeah, like, someone must been aware of all that activity in the castle before it rose up! There was definitely a mole."

"My money's on Grimsley. I definitely think he's the league traitor, if there was any."

"Mine's on Caitlin. Psychic powers should have sensed that. Remember that rumor of her being an industry plant from Sinnoh?"

"I think it's Shauntal. I dunno. She just looks like she'd enjoy causing some mayhem."

"Glad to see neither of us think its Marshal."

"Marshal is cool, and Champion Alder's student. Grimsley's a Rattata personified."

"Nate, if I didn't know any better, I would have thought you had a vendetta against Grimsley."

"Something about him makes me so mad! It's the hair for sure!"

"Smug grin."

"Gambling enabler."

"All of the above."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...mm. All this thinking is making my head hurt."

"Yeah."

"Agreed."

"Let's.. not do that."

"We've thought of more than enough for today."

"Ugh. I thought checking your dad's Fame Checker would be fun, Hughy."

"Well, it was fun, until one of you suggested we look up Hilda Weiss-"

"And we fell down the Raboot hole.."

"Mannnn, they're cool people, but if you think about them too hard, it makes you question things!"

"Yeah, Natey. That's how most things work-"

"Right, right. Well, we don't need to think too much!"

"Speak for yourself."

"All in favor of not turning on this thing ever again?"

"Aye."

"Aye."

...

...

...

[ Hilbert Blackburn. ]

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"Is this on?"

"It's recording! Go ahead, big bro."

"Alright, um, well.. Hilbert Blackburn.."

"He is a trainer from Nuvema Town. He participated in the league challenge and was crowned its recent champion. Currently, he holds the title of youngest champion of Unova- as well as the second holder of 'fastest to ever lose the champion title'."

"Ouch."

"It's true though- that N guy had a good few hours in."

"Sssshh, guys, he's not done!"

"-he was chosen as The Hero of Truth by the awakened Reshiram. Currently, he's out of the region,"

"...sniff."

"...huh?"

"Oh no, big bro, don't cry!"

"Natey, this was a bad idea after all!"

"I'm sorry, big bro-!"

"It's alright. I'm sorry. The recording must have been ruined.. um, I can repeat it, if you want-"

"It's fine, it's fine! You don't have to, big bro!"

"Yeah, we'll live!"

"Plus, we know enough of that Hilbert guy!"

"..oh, just from that?"

"Yeah, just from that. We don't need to know anything anymore-"

"-besides the fact he's a piece of shit of a hero that makes his friends cry!"

"Nate!"

"Language!"

[thenicestthingiveseen]

12 questions for 12 followers

hello @displayheartcode!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Technically, I am very purposefully not named after anyone because my mother thought there were too many Julia’s in the family so she picked a different J.

2. When was the last time you cried?

HAHAHAH Monday and Tuesday because I thought I was going to get fired for forgetting to call out sick on Thursday/Friday. I am a people pleaser to my core. (I was not fired and I apologized maybe 8 times over two days.)

3. Do you have kids?

Because of the age gap (mind you it’s only 12 and 14 years, but when you change diapers and go on field trips it feels like they’re yours), I joke that my youngest cousins are my kids. But no, I am childless. 

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Mmm. Sometimes.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Probably their height and if we’re the same height or they’re taller. I think being under 5’5” gives people a complex. In this essay I will….

6. What's your eye color?

Brown

7. Any special talents?

Is it a special talent? Is it weird? I know a lot about random celebrities/celebrity families and can generally figure out how they all connect to one another. 

I also think that I would do fairly well on Name That Tune.

8. What are your hobbies?

Recently, it’s been writing. But, I also enjoy 

9. What sports do you play/have played?

I danced from 2 until 23(?), volleyball from 12-14 and I wish I had kept it up longer but the politics of high school volleyball on top of the Poms schedule just wasn’t worth it. I also used to play baseball in the backyard with my brother and dad. My dad played in the minors and my brother got through college on baseball and now coaches. I haven’t played in ages and kinda wanna start again.

10. How tall are you?

5′3.5″ the half inch is very important to me.

11. Favorite subiects in school?

In college I think the best class I ever took were the music classes about the history of rock and roll or popular music. But I also really enjoyed my classes on Black Girlhood and Politics of Sexuality in the African American Diaspora studies department and my Black/Jewish relations class. For how long it took me to finish you’d think I hated college, but I took some truly interesting courses. I was just shit at fighting my own mental health to push through in four years. Wow that was not the question. Moving on....

12. Dream job?

I was in singing and acting lessons for a minute hoping to get back into the performing arts. But, I’d really like to create things that people enjoy and can form a community around in a non creepy way. 

ummmmm I’m tagging @four2andnew @corneliastreet28 and anyone else who would like to participate!

[evedreamsof]

ready or not // c. oftana

entry #56

how many points will calvin get

eve and sage were having an online date. being in a long distance relationship meant that they could rarely see each other. especially with sage being in law school in alabang and eve usually only allowed to be around the pasay and makati area. there were some exceptions but that was kinda rare.

“will you come with me and calvin to timezone whenever you’re free? the one in glorietta?”

“why? do you need me to chaperone? or watch over khalel?”

“mmm, well khalel isn’t coming with us. he’s with ena for a few weeks. ena will be going out of the country for about a month so she wants to spend time with him.”

sage nodded. “alright. i’ll message you when i’m free.”

eve grinned. “thank you.”

sage grinned back. “anyway, how are you and calvin?”

“we’re doing well. he’s been…hmm.”

“when are you planning on answering him? you’ve obviously fallen for him, too.”

eve giggled. “i know but like, let’s play a little hard to get. i have always been so easy. i wanna see if someone is willing to go all the way for me.”

“he’s been courting you for a year!”

“and he knows i’ve fallen for him, too. no harm done. he just needs to wait for me to say yes officially.”

“you’re so weird.”

eve laughed. “i have to go to my grandfather, he’s going to wake up soon.”

“okay. i have to study, too.”

“just tell me when you can. the sooner the better.”

“okay.”

“bye!”

sage waved.

once the call ended, eve felt butterflies in her stomach. “can’t wait for your message,” she murmured.

as she continued to work and watch over her grandfather, eve was messaging with calvin. she smiled at messages from time to time. he was sweet and loving, she had just hoped that he would stay that way for the long run when she says says. she has heard of horror stories and she was really nervous. 

‘did sage give you a date yet?’

‘not yet. but she will soon. i know it. she always loves spending time together.’ she smiled. ‘i’m really excited to see you again.’

‘i’m really excited to see you again, too. i miss you.’

‘i miss you, too.’

finally, sage gave a date and eve immediately relayed it to calvin. he replied with an excited emoji and said, ‘i’ll message her a thank you.’

it was eve’s idea to get sage and calvin at least be facebook friends. the two were comfortable with each other and they both agreed that they wanted eve to be happy. one time, eve had eavesdropped on their conversation. she had excused herself to go the washroom and when she rounded the corner, she heard them talking.

“i have no plans on hurting her,” calvin said. “i’m getting an annulment, i did it for her.”

“don’t be too drastic.”

“i’m not. it took awhile but when i realized i had fallen for her, i didn’t want anything in the way. my marriage with ena will be gone. and i can see that khalel loves her, and she loves him.”

“so you wouldn’t have gotten an annulment if it wasn’t her?”

“honestly, i don’t know. but i know how she is and she won’t know how much i truly love her if i don’t end things with ena properly.”

sage nodded. “i just want her to be happy. a healthy happy. she’s been happy before, but it wasn’t healthy.” she shrugged. “maybe you’re the one.”

“i’ll make her happy. i’ll do everything i can to make her happy. i promise, sage. i promise.”

there was a few moments of silence until sage asked why eve was taking too long. eve’s eyes widened and she totally forgot she was just snooping.

after counting to five, eve appeared and apologized for the wait. “the line was long.”

back to present, eve was busy preparing for the day. calvin had picked her up and he drove to greenbelt. the parking was better there.

“wait,” calvin said. he would always go around to open the car door for her and hold out his hand for her to grab as she got out.

“wait.”

he was just about to open his side of the door when he paused and turned. “yes?”

“do you know what day it is?”

“it was familiar so i looked it up. today’s date was when inception first showed years ago.”

“that’s right!”

“what’s my pr—mmph!”

eve had kissed him. it was soft and gentle, not at all desperate and needy. her eyes were closed and her lips stayed still. calvin regained his senses and snaked his arms around her waist. he kissed her back, this time, he had a little bit of force. eve clutched his shoulders and deepened the kiss.

when she gasped for air, she opened her mouth but he went first. “i love you.”

she smiled. “i love you, too.”

they walked all the way to glorietta with their fingers intertwined.

when they reached the timezone in glorietta, they saw sage looking at her phone. eve called out to her and when she looked up, she gave an exasperated look.

“where were you? i was getting worried! i was just about to call you!”

eve gave a smile that read “sorry” all over. “we were caught up a little.”

“caught up in what?”

calvin raised their hands to show eve’s best friend what was happening.

“i don’t even want to know.” sage rolled her eyes but a smile was on her lips. “but i’m happy for you. both of you.”

“thank you.” eve let go of calvin and hugged her. “i’m really happy,” she whispered.

“as long as you’re happy.” they let each other go and sage turned to calvin. “i’m watching you.”

“thank you, sage.” he chuckled.

“come on, we’re going to be late.”

“late for?” eve cocked her head.

“dinner. i made reservations in fridays. hope you don’t mind.”

“no.” eve shook her head. “not at all.”

the three played games and even sang inside the videoke room. calvin had no choice but to sit down while singing, he was too tall for the room. eve also did her best in the claw machine, but after five tries, calvin pushed her carefully to the side and played, he got the stuffed toy she was eyeing with ease.

“one last game? it’s almost time for dinner.”

“sure.” eve smiled. “what should we play?”

sage looked around before smirking. “the best for last.”

eve and calvin looked to where sage was looking. “oh no,” calvin muttered. “oh yes,” eve said.

the three headed to the basketball games and chose which basket they wanted. eve took the middle, placing the stuffed toy on her side, while sage and calvin were on either side of her. they swiped their cards and began to play.

eve did her best to score as much as possible. sage always won first place. there was even a time wherein sage scored a hundred plus points while she scored twelve. ‘i have to win,’ she thought.

when the time ran out, they looked at their scores. eve clapped when she saw she had beaten sage, and when they looked at calvin they had expected him to get a near perfect score.

“twenty!?” sage gasped. “calvin!”

“i was distracted, i’m sorry!”

eve looked at her surroundings and pursed her lips. people came to watch and she knew it was because they saw the basketball player.

“what could have distracted you?” eve asked.

he smiled. “your determined look.”

“what?” eve narrowed her eyes. “that’s it?”

he shrugged. “it’s the truth.”

sage sighed. “i can’t believe you only got twenty.”

calvin chuckled. “rematch?”

“maybe i should move to the middle,” sage said, scooting over. “no distractions.”

eve giggled. “alright. g.”

the three swiped their cards once more and began to play. once the timer was done, the best friends looked at each other’s scores and laughed, they were tied. when they saw calvin’s, they applauded.

he shrugged with a grin on his face. “what can i say? i don’t just score thirty-six points in a game.”

“dude, you scored…so high.”

“arcade games must come easy.” eve smiled. she picked up the stuffed toy and said, “dinner? i’m hungry.”

“sure,” sage agreed.

calvin nodded and began to walk to eve but he was stopped by a huddle of people asking for pictures or whatever they wanted. he gave an apologetic look but eve simply shrugged and nodded.

“are you ready for this kind of thing to happen all the time?” sage asked, worry in her voice.

eve stayed silent for awhile. she hugged the stuffed animal and inhaled the scent. she looked again at calvin and his fans. “for him? yeah. i am.”

[arcaneviolence]

getting my friend who has never seen the witcher to rate various ships based on vibes alone

F- friend M - me

Up first - Geralt and Jaskier

F- its giving sun and moon- like big sunshine boy here (points at Jaskier) and big grumpy moon stinky man here (points at Geralt)

M - you think hes stinky??

F - yes.

M - why???

F - I sniffed him he is stinky

M- (laughing)

F - he needs a bath smelly boy

M - sunshine boy does bathe him 

F - thats why they are married sunshine boy keeps smelly man clean 

M - sick

F - I bet they’ve explored eachothers bodies

M- skudgsurlghsugkeu

F - I know a little bit based on your posts and I think they are really good friends for a long time so they probably boned at least a few times before romanticaly boning

M - romantic bonning is great but you ever have a pie (quoting a markiplier makes video)

F - (laughing)

Geralt and Yennefer

F - Why are her eyes purple?

M - she part elf

F - why would that make her eyes purple?

M - because genetics 

F - Its cool she seems fruity

M - mmm understandable

F - its serving stars (points to Geralt) and night sky (points to Yen)

M - WAIT SHUT THE FUCK UP THATS SO CUTE

F - and like the sun is a star and his eyes are yellow and the silver hair is silvery stars, and then her hair is black like the nightitme and purple eyes could be like a pretty galaxy

M - YOU SHUT UP NOW THIS IS JUICY

F - he could also be the moon aswell as the stars. She is the night sky that craddles him, the stars and moon, and makes him feel safe. She also provides a good backdrop for him to be seen and heard and admired like he should be.

M - I’m going to shit myself. 

F - I’m a fan of them

F - Bi wife energy

Yennefer and Jaskier

F - SUNSHINE BOY IS BACK AND HES BROUGHT HIS WIFEY

M - do you like sunshine boy?

F - love sunshine boy

M - understandable

F - its like emo gf himbo bf

M - hes actually very smart, he studied poetry and- (F cuts me off)

F - dont care himbo

M - okay

F - he wears hawaiian shirts and always has ice cream and she binge eats chocolate and wear like black silk slip dresses around the house all the time like a sexy rich woman

M - yeah I can see tha- (F cuts me off again)

F - they are like Gonzo and camilla

M - THE MUPPET AND THE CHICKEN??

Yennefer and Triss

F - what is it with this show and sun and moon gay people

M - I think sun and moon ships tend to jsut be inherently gay even if they arnt

F - true

(long puase)

F - they are like buttercups and the wither rose

M - FROM MINECRAFT??

F - yeah

M - how??

F - yellow and black

M - fair enough

Triss and Geralt

F - This feels wrong

M - why?

F - dont like

M - dont like what?

F - I feel like its very unrequited, or its like a ‘parents thought they were cute as kids cause they were friends of the opposite gender and tried to push it, and maybe it worked at one point but it got really uncomfortable’ kinda thing.

M - thats very specific

F - I feel very specific about them.

Eskel and Geralt

F -I like this guy (points to Eskel)

M - yeah?

F - mm hmm. Hes someones scrimblo for shizzle. 

M - fow shizzle. 

F - I feel like they were rivals at one point.

M - really?

F - mmm... actually no they were like reallly close when they were young but drifted apart and now after meeting again old sparks and sparkling again

M - ooooh that sounds like a fanfic waiting to happen

F - i wanna read it gimmi

Lambert and Coen

F - I wanna slap it

M - slap what?

F - (points to coens head)

M - you wanna slap his bald head?

F - I bet the ginger guy spit shines that shit every morning

M - (laughing) 

F - gotta make sure the birds have something to gaze longingly at themselves in

M - (more lauging )

F - The ginger one reminds me of animal

M - what animal?

F - no like the muppet

M - why are you on a muppet spree today

F - love those guys

M - what muppet is the bald one like?

F - jack black

M - HES NOT A MUPPET??

F - BUT HE WAS IN A MUPPET MOVIE!!

M- SO??

if you think I should force them to review more things do tell

[kisses4wonie]

西村 力 , sweet passion. ⋆ .ೃ࿔ * : ･.

🔖 — g. teen romance, classmates. listen!

sum. night walk, coincidentally meeting riki, ice cream.

p. nishimura riki + fem!reader ָ࣪ ۫ ִ ׂ💭 ◟♡ ˒ ⊹ ݁ ִ  ۫

rumors are a common thing in every school. whether it was that so and so were hooking up, or that that one teacher got bribed with stuff that shouldn’t be spoken of. in your school, there was one rumor that stood out, and of course it involved you and nishimura riki.

9:47 pm was the time. you had just gotten into a fight with your mom, resulting into walking out of your house. the little breeze in the air had managed to calm you down, as well as the music that was ringing in your ears.

you were only planning to walk around your neighborhood for about a couple minutes, but that was stopped when you see a familiar figure ahead. “nishimura?” you inquired.

nishimura riki, a quite popular boy not only in your class but your entire school, was a distance away from you, walking with his hands in his pockets and his unreadable face looking like there wasn’t a thought in his head.

“l/n? what are you doing out this late? it isn’t safe,” he stated, scanning your surroundings. “i’m just on my usual night walk,” — “this late?” he pondered. “yes, this late,” you say hesitantly, knowing the real reason why you’re really out here.

“enough about me,” you uttered. “why are you out this late, nishimura?” — “i was out with my friends. karaoke night!” he explained. “you walked all the way from the karaoke place to here?” you say shocked. “no, i took the bus of course. who the hell would do that?” he chuckled. you laughed back in response, not knowing what else to say.

you weren’t so close with the boy, but definitely closer than he was with the other girls in your class, making them envy you and rumors being spread around. although that didn’t upset you, because you knew the rumors weren’t true.

what might the rumors be, you ask? stuff like you putting on an act just to get his attention, you two being in a relationship, and others you couldn’t remember. but the rumor that had you extremely confused was that nishimura riki was interested in you.

it just didn’t make sense. sure, you two would talk a lot in class. but out of class? only a few words are sputtered out of you two. after all, you two were in completely different social groups.

“wanna get ice cream?” — “who would say no to that question?” as you two make your way to the nearest convenience store, the usual small talk has made its way into your guys’ night once again. you asked questions like “how are your studies”, “do you go out often”, and other things along those lines.

now, it was his turn to ask you questions. you two were like peas in a pod, you both thought this was the perfect opportunity to get to know each other a little more, although i think nishimura had a hidden meaning behind his reasoning.

“has anything been on your mind lately?” he asked. for some reason, it seemed like he was asking something completely different from the question, like he something was on his mind. you can tell by the way his expression changed, and his voice softening when he said those words.

“mmm, nothing in particular. just-“ you paused to try to think if there was anything that was bothering you, but you were left speechless. the boy raises his eyebrows in confusion, patiently waiting for you to continue on with his gaze not leaving you for a second.

you bit your lip in frustration, “sorry, i don’t have anything in my mind that’s really interesting. my life is kinda boring,” you laugh off with a forced smile. there’s one thing you’re incredibly afraid of, and that’s not being enough for people.

“well if that’s the case, then maybe we can go out to make your life less boring,” he said, running his hand through his hair. this time, his eyes were plastered on the ground, as if he was trying not to look at you. he was thankful you didn’t try to look closely at him, otherwise you would have seen his crimson red face. little did he know, his ears turn red when he’s flustered.

what? did you hear that right? did nishimura riki just indirectly, directly ask you out?

“with my friends, of course!” he stuttered, flipping his head to your direction. there was a weird, unexplainable feeling inside of you when you heard his words. it made you feel relieved, yet disappointed?

“oh, right.” you pressed your lips together. his friends were a bit intimidating since they were third years. they were also loud, too.

“don’t worry, they’re nice i promise,” he assures. you finally arrived at the convenience store and immediately spotted the display freezers that contained all the sweet, tasty ice cream.

you scurried through all the different types of ice creams until you found your all-time favorite. “you like jumbo, too?” the boy’s mouth curved into a smile with his eyes practically sparkling. “yeah! it’s my favorite,” you beamed a little too loud and realizing right after.

“sorry,” you mumble to the cashier that you had just woken up. riki couldn’t help but laugh at your embarrassment causing you to nudge him to stop.

now at the cash register ready to pay with the selection of two jumbos, you reach in your pocket to find some coins when riki lifted his hand. “no need, my treat,” he said. “oh okay,” you uttered, pressing your lips together in a mixture nervousness and happiness. why were you acting like this today?

“what are you two lovebirds doing here? it’s late,” the cashier teases, making the both of you choke on air. “we aren’t together, ms.” you correct. — “ah.. really? you look like a couple though,” she tilted her head. “anyways, here’s your change. have a nice night you two!” and with that, you left without a single word out of either of you.

finally breaking the soft silence “you wanna sit down?” he says pointing to a bench. you nod in agreement, still unsure of what to say since that encounter with the cashier lady.

you tore the ice cream wrapper and took a bite of the savory flavor. your whole face brightened, not noticing the boy next to you looking at you in awe. “you really like this flavor, huh?” he chuckled. — “anyone that doesn’t should be labeled as abnormal,” you said with a serious expression, making the boy snicker.

you looked over to him, noticing that he wasn’t opening his ice cream. “why aren’t you eating yours? need help opening or something?” you joked. his grin was replaced with a neutral appearance, when he suddenly handed you his ice cream.

“i lied. this isn’t my favorite,” he professed. “huh? why would you lie about that?” you furrow your eyebrows.

“this is gonna sound stupid,” he starts. “but i thought it would bring me closer to you, in a sense.” he said softly, putting his hand behind his neck.

“i guess you could say it did in a way, if you pretend i’m the ice cream,” he laughed. he was trying his best not to show it, but you can tell he was nervous.

you weren’t compelled to do anything else but laugh when you witnessed this new aspect of him. “you’re so weird, riki-san. you flash him a cheeky grin. his startled face instantly changed to a smile.

“you’re right. this ice cream is you,” pressing the cold bar on your chest. “see how close we are, right now? i mean, i just called you by your first name!” you beamed.

you were so caught in the moment, that you didn’t realize the short gap between your face and his. he nestled against your neck and buried his head onto the top of your shoulder. your heart began to pound from the warmth of his face. you had never experienced this with anyone before.

riki lifts his head and pursed his lips as he observed your agitated demeanor. he stood up from the bench you two had been sitting on for god knows how long.

“let’s go home, yn.”

maybe the rumors were true, but you didn’t mind one bit.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Laisse tomber les filles 3

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; tags to be added as story progresses

This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.

Note: Lee’s slowly creepin’ and I hope you’re ready for it.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

You slurped the last of your shake through the straw, the paper cup damp in your cold hands as the heater blew out hot air. The foamy dregs of the drink were overly sweet and made your cheeks twinge. Lee popped the lid off his cup and offered it and you slipped yours inside. He pulled the straw out and stacked the lids, squeezing both straws through and setting it on the seat beside him.

He stretched his arm over the leather, his hand just behind your head and you listened to the deep voice of the narrator recount the eerie words of HP Lovecraft. You fidgeted and looked at your watch. The sky was dark and the stars twinkled down ominously.

“Um,” you uttered, “I think... uh…”

He looked at you and his hand hovered close to your shoulder, “what is it, honey?”

“I think I should get home,” you finished.

“Oh, why’s that? You don’t got class tomorrow, do ya?”

“I don’t but… well, I’m tired,” you rubbed your neck and sat up so he couldn’t touch you, “I had an early morning.”

“Well, of course,” he retracted his arm and straightened up, he pulled the car into gear and slowly pressed down on the gas, “you should get to bed, little girl.”

You scowled at the venom in his last two words. He’d been nice but he had no right to patronize you. You hated that most. People thought because you were quiet they could just treat you like you were dull.

“I’m not… not a little girl,” you eked out.

“Ah, I didn’t mean nothing by it,” he said as he pulled out of the lot, “you are little though, ain’t ya?”

You felt a peculiar heat creep up your neck and cheeks. You were short but you’d met a few people smaller than you. People came in all shapes and sizes. You didn’t comment on his stomach or the wrinkles around his eyes. Yet, the humour in his voice kept you from rebuke.

“I guess, I…”

‘I don’t mean it as an insult, you see?” he chuckled, “kinda cute you can’t reach the floor.”

“Mmm,” you inhaled and pursed your lips. You pulled the collar of your pea coat closed and wiggled your foot nervously.

“I see,” he said, “you got your friends waitin’ on ya, huh? Yeah, young girl like you don’t wanna be hanging around an old man all night.”

“I didn’t say that,” you said.

“Hey, I’m not stupid, I was only bein’ nice,” he interrupted, “you looked lonely and I… I got carried away.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t…” you scrambled as he passed by the college entrance, “I was… I don’t know.”

“Well, you’re in such a hurry, honey, you can’t wait to be away from me,” he ranted, “actin’ all sweet and shy but you just like the rest of them.”

“What?” you grimaced and watched the buildings pass by, “no, I’m not. I…” you felt guilty as if you’d done something wrong. All you wanted was to go home and lay down, but it felt like a personal affront. “I… lied.”

“What?” he asked as your voice fizzled.

“I lied, sir,” you confessed, “I don’t have any friends. Not really, just… classmates.”

“Nah, that can’t be true,” he scoffed, “who wouldn’t wanna be friends with a pretty girl like you?”

“No, no, please, I… I’m sorry, I just want to go home, okay? I’m tired,” you cupped your cheek and slumped in defeat.

He was quiet for a moment as he drove along. He turned along the line of residences and streetlights flashed over his profile as he stared at the road. He flipped into park as he stopped in front of your building and nodded. 

“Alright, I believe you,” he said at last, “I don’t wanna keep you up and I didn’t mean to get so upset. It's just, well, I like being with you.”

“It’s fine, thank you… for everything. The milkshake was good.”

“No, I mean it, it’s a pity no one else can see it,” he went on, “you’re real smart and nice. You got a pretty smile too when you show it, too.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly as you gripped the door handle, “that’s very kind. I should go--”

“Wait, wait,” he caught your arm, not tightly, but kept you from getting out as the door opened an inch, “can I come back? Next week, we’ll have another shake and listen to the show. I’m really curious what happens.”

“I don’t know, I… I have lots of work to do,” you looked at his large hand on your arm. He dropped it and wiped his palm on his brown pants.

“You bring your homework, honey, you can study and listen, I don’t mind,” he offered, “if you don’t want a shake, we can get some burgers and fries. Have a nice dinner?”

You smushed your lips together and thought. He hadn’t done anything bad enough to warrant that feeling in your gut. You were overthinking things just like you always did. Besides, he had to be almost fifty, he was just being friendly, he said it himself. 

And what else did you have to do? You didn’t have any friends and it was too late to start making them.

“I… okay,” you said softly, “my book club ends at seven. It’s over at Clover Hall.”

“I’ll find you there then,” he smiled, “now go on, before I keep you out any later.”

You got out and scooped out your bag with you. You closed the door and headed up the path without looking back. You got to the door and focused on unlocking it. Your hands were shaking and your mind was reeling. You always lamented being little more than a fly on the wall but it was completely overwhelming to be noticed.

📚

You clacked away on the keys of your typewriter. Your dorm room was small and stuffy as dry heat rose from the dingy old radiator. You could hear your roommates in the kitchen as they gabbed and laughed loudly. You were jealous yet too intimidated to try and ingratiate yourself. You always just ended up in the corner as everyone else had fun.

Your assignment was to write a review of a primary resource borrowed from your visit to the archive. You carefully looked over the laminated manuscript between sentences. Your small radio played in the background and you couldn’t help but nod to the full tones of the jazzy music.

You were drawn from your entranced study by a knock at your door. It was unusual to be disturbed unless there were chores to dole out. You didn’t have time to wipe up their messes again. You got up and went to the door and opened it an inch.

“Hi,” you said meekly as Gina stood with a box in her hands.

“This is for you,” she held out the package, “it was down at the residence office.”

“Me?” you let the door fall open and took the box, “I don’t…” You looked it over but there was no address, only your name, “thank you.”

She left without another word and you nudged the door shut with your elbow as you turned. Your parents only sent you letters, they didn’t like to pay the pricy postage for a whole package. You put the box down on your single bed and peeled back the brown tape. The flaps came open and you peeked inside curiously.

You took out the skirt, a yellow plaid piece shorter than anything you’d ever owned. It was the new style found on the cover of Vogue. You put it aside and reach for the blouse, a pure white thing with bell sleeves. Lastly, a pair of knee high heels to top off the mod look.

There was an envelope amid it all, the note inside short and scribbled.

‘Saw this and thought of you, honey.’

You stared at the paper and folded it back up. It was a nice gesture but you couldn’t wear that. You couldn’t accept the gift either, it was too much. Every garment you owned was second-hand and you’d seen the prices of these clothes in the magazines. 

And, you wondered as you packed the box and shoved it against the wall, why would the sheriff buy you all that? His friendliness made you uneasy. It was suffocating and yet, you could find no fault in someone being too generous. 

You realised too, how little you knew about him. What if he had wife or even a family? What if he didn’t? What if he was only doing it to fill in some gap in his life? Maybe he was playing out some father-daughter relationship he never had.

Well, you could ask him next time you saw him. Or try to.

[yoichichi]

Phone Sex

18+ MINORS DNI

jean, armin, & eren (sep) x reader

warning(s): slight dom reader, male masturbation, humiliation, degradation, edging, phone sex, crying ig?, self-masturbation mentioned in Jeans but I tried to make it gender neutral, eren calls reader mommy in his but it’s like slightly a joke ,, at first🧍‍♀️

a/n: ANON YOU.... you have a mind of gold. This was a request for reading guiding the boys while they masturbate so this is that! I hope this was what you were looking for anon! :) <3 and as always I love to hear your thoughts so pls send them in 😭 i also did my best to keep the reader neutral when it mentions the reader masturbating !

Jean

When you were woke up at 2 in the morning by a call from Jean, you definitely thought you’d be racing over to his place for some kind of emergency. But when you slid your thumb across the screen and held your phone up to ear, grumbling out a ,“hello?”, instead you were met with whiny, breathy moans, pleading for a different kind of help.

“Baby? You up?” You could barely hear him over his heavy panting.

“Well, I am now.”

It was silent for a few moments while you heard him shuffling around in his bed.

“Do ya need something babe? What’d you call me so late for?” You took an innocent tone to your voice, but you knew exactly what he needed from you.

“Hnng- ah- um, yeah. I - are you - ah - busy?”

You sighed and grumbled for him to give you a second as you moved to lay on your back and put your headphones on,

“You’re sitting there with that pretty cock of yours in your hands, aren’t you? So needy and desperate to cum that you had to wake me up at 2 in the morning just to hear my voice? Aw, I never knew you were such a little slut, Jean.”

Your hands reached down between your legs to slide your bottoms off at the sound of a hoarse whimper from the other end of the phone call, clearly he was caught off guard by your sudden crude words.

“You like that? Being reminded how much of a slut you are for me?”

“Ah - mhm.” You could hear the speed of his hand increasing, and judging by his moans you could tell he was getting close.

“Look at you, all worked up and already about to make a mess of yourself. Wanna cum baby? Tell me how bad you want it.” You hummed as you brought your fingers down to play with yourself, now throbbing with need from the sound of Jeans moans; which were filled with the obvious longing to be fucking you or your dirty mouth instead of his fist.

“Oh god, I want it so bad, only you - fuck - only - oh god, baby please lemme cum.” You could see him now, a panting sweaty mess with his large hand wrapped around his cock. He was probably bucking up into his hand, the other one fisting the sheet while he tried to ground himself and wait for your permission, wanting so bad to be good for you. The head of his cock slightly swollen with need and his pretty face all scrunched up with focus.

“Yeah? You wanna cum?”

“Fuck, yes. Please?”

“Awww, what a good boy. Go on and lemme hear you cum then.”

His pretty groan filled your ears before it came out strangled and separated with gasps.

You let him ride out his high a bit longer until he spoke.

“Thank you, babe. Sorry to wake you up.” He had a sense of bashfulness to his voice - not matching the confidence he had earlier to dial you in the first place.

“Mmm, don’t worry about it. You can make it up to me by staying on the line until I cum this time.”

Armin

You’d be lying if you said Armins sniffling coming through the phone didn’t make you smile. You love when he listens to you, even when it’s killing him to do so.

“C-can I, can I keep going?” His voice was so soft and meek you could barely hear him.

He sat with his hand resting at the base of his cock, not squeezing or moving an inch. Every so often he’d run his hand through his hair or let it slide down his chest, brushing past his nipples, desperate for some kind of stimulation.

Every twitch of his cock made the tears resting on his lash line spill and stream down his red cheeks, god you could just imagine it. What you wouldn’t give to be in front of him now and see it for yourself.

“Mhm, but I want you to go nice ‘n slow. You think you can do that for me?” You did your best to keep your tone calm and unwavering, luring him into doing what you wanted, knowing he’s a sucker for receiving your praise.

“Of course I can.” He said it matter of factly, almost appalled that you’d assume he couldn’t do anything you ask of him.

“Well, go on then.”

He hissed at the sensation of his cold, tough hands dragging slowly up his cock, squeezing slightly at the head just to tease himself further - making sure to let an erotic moan slip past his lips to let you know he was going above and beyond for you. Even fondling his balls just to make the desire to cum all that more excruciating, and showing you just how much he could take if it meant being good for you.

“You sound so pretty baby, think you can hold out just a little bit longer for me? You know how much I love listening to you touch yourself, such an angel.”

“Y-yes.” He swallowed thickly - loud enough that you could hear it - knowing how proud of him you were gonna be.

“Good boy.”

Eren

Eren rarely enjoyed phone sex, too needy and demanding to think it was worth it; especially when he could pick you up or come over at any time. So why the hell would he choose to be separated and touch himself while he listened to you over the phone?

But I guess it’s different when he’s at work and only has 30 minutes to ease the strain in his pants and get you off his mind. Which is exactly why he’s calling your contact with a shaky hand as he sits in his car, making sure to park where no one would come to bother him, with the other hand busy pulling out his fat cock previously stuffed and feeling claustrophobic in his jeans - he’s lucky his work apron kept his appearance decent.

He hissed at the way it sprang up against his abdomen, his cock head already angry and swollen. God he hated you, getting him all worked up at work just because he couldn’t stop thinking about bending you over and slamming you so hard you couldn’t do anything but whine and whimper, not even able to get out a coherent sentence about how good he filled you up.

But the moment he heard the ringing falter and your sweet voice greet him , “Hey babe what’s up? Aren’t you at work right now?”, all animosity left his body. A low whimper leaving his lips instead, so desperately wanting your lips wrapped around his cock it was almost agonizing.

“Fuck babe, I need you - oh fuck - I need you to make me cum quick, ah hnngh god -“ he spoke so fast and quiet you almost thought he was in trouble, but judging by the way his voice was getting raspy, and the way it cracked at the end of his sentence, you knew he was perfectly fine.

You sighed and set your highlighter down, knowing you wouldn’t be getting back to your studying any time soon.

“Babe? You there? I -“

“Mhmm, ‘m right here.” You cut him off quickly, gnawing at your bottom lip to the sounds of his quiet pants, knowing he was quickly fisting his cock and probably on his lunch break, needing to finish fast, doing his best to cum as quick as he could, and yet he still needed to call you to help him do that? God what an ego boost.

But, you were busy studying. And rarely do you have him in such a powerless position, why not have some fun with him?

“Okay, I’ll help.” You smiled coyly at his sigh of relief.

“Really babe? Oh my g-“

“But promise you’ll do what I say?”

He was silent for a moment, but he knew he didn’t have much time to protest and really, he was putty in your hands right now. He agreed before he could change his mind, and that’s what led him to the position he was in now.

His cock sensitive to the touch and his hair falling out of his bun, his face flushed and looking slightly a mess with the sweat that was beginning to collect on his forehead.

He probably had but two minutes left on his break and he needed to come, bad.

“Please, Jesus fuck I’ve been listening but god I need to cum. I’m -“

“Okay Eren I hear you,” you giggled for a moment and he felt his stomach drop, you were up to something, “why don’t you ask mommy for permission?”

“What?”

You giggled again at his exclamation and knew he was getting frustrated by the groan he let out, but you were having too much fun, and you wanted to see how far you could push him.

“You heard me, you wanna cum so bad? Call me mommy and beg for it.” You sighed and sat back in your chair. He should’ve expected you to do something to get back at him for bothering you while you were busy, what either of you weren’t expecting though was how quickly he caved.

“Mommy, please.” His voice cracked from the dryness of his throat as he whimpered out his plea, not expecting it to send your stomach into a frenzy.

“God please let me cum, please mommy, please.”

“Y-yeah okay, go on and finish.” You sat in shock as you heard his sweet moans come through the phone, an octave higher than they’d usually be.

“I-, fuck, I gotta go back to work. You really cut it close babe. See you when I get home.” He hung up quickly, hoping it didn’t come off as rude - he just had little to no time to clean himself up before he had to clock back in.

But it didn’t matter cause you were still reeling from the way he so freely whimpered out mommy, and how enticing it sounded coming from him.

Hmm, you had a lot to think about.

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THIS IS MY FIRST KINDA DOM READER THING SO PLS GIVE ME YOUR THOUGHTS YOU KNOW I LOVE THEM and ily it’s been a while since I posted :) <3

taglist: @plutowrites @armins-futon @peachysimp @semisgroupie (I hope it’s ok to tag you it’s kinda subby boys so I thought you might be interested 🧍‍♀️)

[obscurest-reference]

Lies

so i wrote something with the intention of focusing on my Stranger Things OC and then. it turned into Steddie so. (i rewrote the beginning to NOT include my OC and just turned into full-on Steddie)

genre: confession, fluff

warnings: swearing, drinking, weed mention

wc: 2,021

Lies

Steve threw a party.

But seriously, this victory was staggering. What better way to celebrate evil life forms getting obliterated by a high school freshman with weird mind powers than to throw a major get-drunk blowout party?

So Steve threw a party.

Eddie didn't drink. His poison of choice was weed, and the occasional hallucinogenic mushrooms. Him and Argyle got on well because of that. Eddie's weed had worn off a while ago, and frankly, he was too busy to try to find more.

Because Nancy drank. And when she drank, she drank. She might start off with beer, but soon she'd migrate to the mystery punch, and later she'd do vodka or tequila shots.

So Eddie was kept busy, watching Nancy, making sure she or anyone else around her didn’t do anything stupid. When Eddie first arrived at the house, he got spit on and called names, but it wasn’t anything he wasn't used to. But when Steve, Nancy, and Robin welcomed him, everyone sorta backed off. Now that everyone’s drunk, save for Eddie, Robin, and one other designated driver, they’re all just now realizing how… attractive Eddie is.

“Hey,” one girl says, stumbling over. “You’re that freak, huh? Heard you play guitar, right?”

Eddie studies her. “Yeah, not the kinda guitar you’d like, sweetheart.”

“Mmm…” she looks vaguely disappointed. “But you can still play guitar for me.”

“I’m a little busy right now.”

She follows his line of vision and watches as Nancy and Steve intertwine their arms and do another shot.

“Ohh,” the girl says. “Watching after your friends?”

“Something like that.” This was not Eddie’s crowd. He wanted to leave. But Steve seemed to be having fun. Nancy seemed to be having fun, too. So he stayed.

“Okay,” the girl slurs. “I can give you my number if you want it.”

“I’m alright.”

“Okay,” she repeats. “Byyyeee.”

"Byyyeee," he says, mimicking her tone.

Eddie watches her stumble away, feeling that same protective feeling he did when Chrissy asked for "something stronger". God, he was in trouble. He glances at Steve and Nancy. He's just--

He can deal with it like he's been dealing with it.

But here's the kicker: Steve and Nancy have agreed to just stay friends. They weren't eager to revisit their past and potentially fall back into their old habits, so they're keeping that distance. Eddie thinks it would be easier for him if they were together. But they're not, so he's suffering in silence.

Nancy appears in front of him, pink lipstick smudged in the general area of her mouth, eyes dilated and hair a mess.

"Hi, hotshot," she slurs, grinning a little.

"Who've you been kissing, Nance?" Eddie teases, folding his arms.

"Ngh… no one. Maybe someone. I don' remember."

"Listen, it's 12:30," Eddie says. "I was supposed to call my uncle 30 minutes ago to tell him I'm okay and I'm staying at Steve's place."

Nancy groans and leans forward, her forehead resting on Eddie's chest, arms dangling loosely in front of her. Eddie pats her back supportively. "I don' wanna have to come with you," she groans.

Before the party had started, Robin paired with Steve and Eddie paired with Nancy to babysit and look after them. It was what good friends would do, and now that they're all good friends, they're doing it.

"I'll get Robin to keep an eye on you," Eddie says.

Nancy lifts her head up again and brings her hand to his cheek. "Make sure you sound sober."

"Well, I am sober." He moves her manicured hand away from his face. "I'll call upstairs, there's less noise."

"Less music," Nancy corrects. "More moaning, I think."

Eddie rolls his eyes but doesn't try to hide a smile. "Yeah, okay, princess. Don't do any more shots."

"Fuck you, hotshot," she says, stumbling away.

Eddie glances around the packed house for Robin. She's at the other end of the living room, just observing. After a quick round of charades, he successfully communicates to her that she needs to watch Nancy while he goes upstairs to make the call.

---

"Harrington, Harrington," Eddie drawls, interrupting a game of beer pong.

"Shut up, Munson," Steve slurs, holding a finger up to him without looking back. Steve sways a little as he aims, then bounces the ping-pong ball nearly perfectly into one of three remaining cups. Cheers go up, Steve rushes over and downs the cup, and Eddie (once again) rolls his eyes.

"Okay, what?" Steve asks, wiping his mouth. If Eddie was drunk he'd think Steve just glanced at his lips. But Eddie's not drunk. He's not even dreaming.

"I need to use the phone in your room, but the problem is, I don't know which one is your room."

Steve thinks on this. His face is very flushed. "Okay okay. Lemme just come show you. 'm way too drunk to try to explain."

Well, at least he knows when he's hammered, Eddie thinks to himself. Steve pushes past him and starts marching over to the stairs, swaying every other step. Eddie has to help him up the stairs like he's helping an old lady cross the street.

Nancy was right. There's voices coming from down the hall. Steve leads him in the opposite direction and to a closed door, which he promptly opens and lies down on his stomach on his bed.

"Uh," Eddie starts, a sick feeling in his stomach. "Y'gonna go finish your game down there?"

"Nnno," Steve decides. "Those guys were all losers."

Eddie doesn't say anything. He sits on the edge of the bed and picks up Steve's phone, dialing his home number. After assuring his uncle that he's fine and lying that he's tired, Eddie successfully convinces his uncle that he'll be home by 11 a.m. tomorrow.

"You're a pretty good liar," Steve notes. "Tell me a lie."

"Ooh, I dunno about that," Eddie says, moving the phone back to its place on the bedside table.

"Come onnn," Steve presses, rolling over to his side. "Make me believe that the sky is green and grass is blue."

"Uh. The sky is green and grass is blue."

"Agh," Steve says, waving his hand dismissively. "That wasn't as good."

"I can't do it on command."

"How d'you get your hair like that?" Steve asks, sitting up and scooting closer to Eddie. "Didya get a perm?"

"No," Eddie says, swallowing. "It's like this naturally."

"Hm." Steve gently takes a lock of Eddie's hair and twists it between his fingers. "We both have amazing hair, dude."

"Yeah," Eddie says quietly, still as a statue. His face burned so much it hurt. That sick feeling in his stomach spread outwards and now everything felt sick.

He was sick.

"Did Robin ever tell you she likes girls?"

Eddie whips around suddenly. "Y-yeah, she did."

"I like girls, too." His pauses, then his voice grows quiet. "I like you the way she liked Tammy Thompson."

If Eddie didn't have an empty stomach, he would've puked right there on Steve Harrington's floor. Instead, he shoots up and stomps over to the entrance, slams Steve's door shut, and gets really close to Steve's face.

"Steve, you're drunk," Eddie says, more to himself than to the boy on the bed. "You need to go to bed."

"No, no, I think…." Steve takes a deep breath through his nose. "I think I'm really actually very sober right now."

Eddie takes it back. Steve doesn't know when he's drunk. Because how could he say that? To him? And how could he say that here?

"Eddiiieee," Steve sings. "Can you say something now…?"

That's it. Eddie's done with this stupid dream. Wake up, Eddie, please, because this surely isn't happening. It's not. It can't be.

"Edward Munson."

"Don't-- don't call me that." Eddie finally backs away and stands far away from Steve, facing the wall, so he wouldn't have to face him. Isn't this what he wanted? Isn't this the impossible becoming reality? I mean, that's what this past spring break has been about, right?

This time, Eddie inhales sharply through his nose. "Steve," he says quietly. "I want you to think long and hard about what you just said to me."

"I have been for the past week, but okay."

Eddie forces himself not to waver. "You're drunk. And you just told me you like me. You pretty much just said you like me the way you used to like Nancy."

"Yeah."

He turns around. "Are you trying to get back at me for not lying to you?"

"No."

Eddie just stares at him. His face feels like it'll melt off.

"C'mere."

"What?"

Steve waves him over. "C'mere."

His legs felt glued to the floor. He didn't want to get close to him. He felt that if he got closer, he'd never be able to get farther. He felt that, if he saw him any better than he could now, Steve would never leave his mind. He did not want to be with him because he was scared that it wouldn't be real and that he would remain a fantasy.

Steve gives up and marches over to him instead. "Can I show you something?"

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, and then forces them to open and look Steve in the eye. His eyes weren't dilated like Nancy's. "What?"

Steve takes a single step forward, and before Eddie can react, before he knows what's happening, Steve's hands are cradling Eddie's cheeks, his feather-light touch making it hard to feel all the scars and callouses from battles past.

And Eddie wanted to fucking cry.

"Eddie…."

"Steve."

"Can I kiss you?"

What was he supposed to say to that? How could he respond to that? Who would know what to do?

Eyes wide, hands sweating, body light, Eddie Munson replied with: "Yeah."

The only thing that told Eddie this was reality was the smell of Steve's cologne. You can't smell in dreams. People who say you can are liars. But as Steve's cologne and the smell of beer mingled in Eddie's head, Eddie squeezed his eyes shut like he was avoiding looking down at the drop of a rollercoaster. And boy, did the drop come.

Steve had to physically take Eddie's hand and place it on his waist to let him know that he was okay with it. Frankly, Steve was scared. He wasn't scared of Eddie. He was scared of being found out. He figured it would be easier to do this when drunk, because if they were caught, it would be more excusable.

Eddie still didn't know if Steve was lying or not. He wanted to keep his hands to himself in case he was lying. But then Steve moved his hand and he knew, he knew, that Steve couldn't be lying.

In the past week, Eddie had learned more about Steve than he ever thought he'd want to. One interesting point was that Steve was ticklish, and hated when anyone touched him anywhere between his ribs and his hips.

So when the King moved the Freak's hand to his waist, it was the final confirmation.

He decided if he was gonna kiss Steve Harrington, he was gonna do it right.

Eddie's hand pressed against the back of Steve's head, pushing him further into the kiss, and his other hand stayed on his waist right where Steve left it. For a moment, Steve didn't know how to respond. Eddie's hand in his hair was a feeling he only recently realized he wanted to experience. But Steve found his footing and pulled him closer, their bodies pressing together, nearly tripping over each others' feet as they stumbled to Steve's bed, his hands clumsily reaching under Eddie's Iron Maiden shirt, and Eddie landing on top of him with a sharp exhale.

"They're gonna kill us," Steve breathes, brushing Eddie's hair away from his eyes.

"Who's 'they'?" Eddie asks, lips pressed Steve's jaw.

"The-- the girls. Nance and Robin."

"Then just don't tell them."

"What do I say when Robin asks me where we went?"

"I dunno," Eddie says, moving up and planting a long kiss to Steve's cheekbone. "Lie."

[ko2vo]

I was tagged by @darkabyssx :UU Thank you!!!

Relationship status: Taken

Favorite color: Chartreuse

Favorite food: Mmm cinnamon buns with cream cheese icing

Song stuck in your head: ストレンジ / ¿? feat.flower

Time: 12:07 pm

Dream trip: Hmm! I’d like to visit Europe again, I am a museum and art gallery tourist more than anything but I would also really like to visit Japan or Korea’s countrysides.

Last book you read: SPQR by Mary Beard

Last book you enjoyed reading: SPQR is good if you enjoy Ancient Roman history. Before that, the last book I really enjoyed was Rosemary’s Baby by Ira Levin. Good slow burn horror; the main character gets gaslight throughout the whole book so it hit my psychological horror button too. I’m excited to see what the movie is like =w=

Last book I hated reading: Diary of an Oxygen Thief by Anonymous. Thought I’d give it a shot but it just felt like reading an incel’s blog weeeps only 143 pages and absolutely was exhausting to get through

Favorite thing to cook/bake: Stuffed mushrooms!

Favorite craft to do in my spare time: Drawing haah after that, writing

Most niche dislike: When my bird sneezes directly into my face while he’s on my shoulder lmao

Opinion on circuses: Interesting and fucked up history! I haven’t been to a modern circus but I’ve spent a bit of time studying older and exploitative ones. Very interesting and kinda depressing.

Anyone feel free to complete this as well~

Tagging @shylittlemoosen, @uselesscookies, @nightlist, @salamancialilypad and @putrefizierung if you wanna!

[bloodskipper]

Bo Sinclair x reader | Hell or High Water | Pt. 8

WARNINGS: drinking/alcohol consumption, slight drunkenness, cigarette smoking

You stood at the kitchen island, perpendicular to Bo. You each took a large swig before slamming your bottles onto its surface.

"Wow. I really needed that." Stepping back a few paces, you slung your elbows onto the island and shoved your face into the space between your arms and your chest.

A long, burdened sigh left your body and felt some of the pressure of the day alleviate.

"Damn, long day?" Bo laughed.

"You know damn well how long a day I've had." You propped your head up with your head and took another sip.

"You ain't lyin'. Wanna go out for a smoke?"

"Yeah, let's do it."

Bo quickly walked in front of you and stood loomingly, his back to the closed door. You stared at him, confused. He seemed to want to study you, his brow furrowed as he traced your body with his eyes, chewing on his bottom lip in thought.

You offered a shaky smile, still visibly confused.

"Where are my manners?" Bo broke the silence, keeping his casual tone. Without taking his eyes off you, he reached behind himself and pulled open the door. "Please, you first, Y/N."

"Oh..." was all you could utter. What the fuck was that?

Dismissing the incident, you found a pair of rocking chairs on the front porch and plopped down into one. Bo chose to stand and lean against the railing. He handed you a cigarette before placing one into his own mouth.

"So, Y/N," he began. "I figure we should get to know each other a little bit if you're gonna be spendin' the night. Tell me about yourself."

"Hmmm..." you spoke, gaze reaching toward the top left corner of the ceiling in thought. Bo slightly bowed to light your cigarette again. Taking a minute, you hit your cigarette and thought about what you should say.

"Pretty average person, I guess," you laughed. "I go to work, come home, cook, eat..."

"You a student?"

"No, I used to be, but graduated a few years ago."

"I only ask because we see college kids more often than not, heading to football games. Or concerts, now, I guess... what kinda job you got?"

"I just work in an office, you know. Paper-pushing and shit. Nothing too fancy."

"Fancier'n here, I bet." Bo smiled and took a swig of his drink. You did the same and took a long puff before asking, "What's your story?"

Bo ran his thumbnail along the edge of his scalp as he turned to face his front lawn, encircled by green trees. The orangey-pink sunset was quickly reaching the horizon.

"I grew up here and I guess I just never left," he said, muffled by his positioning. "Not much to it."

Another silence fell over the two of you as the sky turned dark. The lights hanging over the city suddenly illuminated, creating a wide glow. You felt fortunate this house was so far away - there would be no relaxing with that kind of light seeping in.

"Yeah," Bo continued. "Someone had to stick around to keep everything goin'." He snuffed out his cigarette, flicking it into the forest.

"Mmm," you hummed in agreement, wondering if he meant only the gas station or something more. "I know how it feels to be on your own. Lived alone since I was old enough - thought it would be way easier than it is."

"Sometimes I got some help that comes along," Bo admitted. "Not much. Feels lonely, ya know?"

"Believe me, I get it." With that, you finished off the last of your beer.

"Need another?" Bo asked, heading towards the door.

"Yeah, I'll come with you. Let's see what's on TV."

[]

After popping the tops of your drinks, Bo sat near you at the other edge of the couch. He grabbed the remote to flip the TV on, which happened to be turned to low number channel showing The Good, The Bad And The Ugly. You propped your head up with your hand and swung your legs onto the couch and loosely laid them to the side.

Taking a sip, Bo inquired, "You into this kind'a thing?"

"Yeah, I can get down with it," you said, feeling the alcohol lightly misting your mood. Westerns weren't quite your taste, but you were willing to give it a shot.

You each silently sat sipping your drinks for a solid half hour. The drowsiness in the room was palpable; it was surprising neither of you fell asleep.

“Wanna play a game?” you finally asked.

Bo glanced over to you while climbing out of his slouched position on the couch. “What kinda game?”

“How about every time Clint Eastwood is on screen we have to take a drink?”

“Fair enough.” He nodded to you then to the tv, taking a swig.

It wasn’t long before the two of you had finished your second drinks and were giggling at all the weird shit in the movie.

“Goddamn, these people never wore sunscreen,” you said flatly with a bit of a slur.

“Sunscreen is for pussies,” Bo drunkenly replied, waving off your idea. “Don’t need that shit. It’s all bullshit.”

“Pff, okay, Mr. Toughie,” you laughed. “Wanna have a smoke?”

Silently agreeing and moving slower than before, you stepped onto the porch again and fell back into the rocking chair. Before you knew it, you were hitting a wall. The amount of intense emotions you experienced today had finally caught up with you and you couldn’t help but rest your head back and barely fell asleep.

“Hey,” Bo whispered standing over you. Let’s head back in.”

Almost forgetting to remove your shoes, you instantly crawled onto the couch and laid your head on the armrest. Bo disappeared for a few minutes before returning with a fleece blanket.

“It ain’t much, but this is what I got,” he said, keeping a whisper and covering you with the blanket.

Your eyes were closed as you replied, “Okay, sounds good. Wanna finish the movie..?”

“Nah, I’m beat, and I think you are, too. You can keep the tv on. My room’s upstairs, but just holler if you need me.” He was short with his answer, but you were sick of talking, anyway. Sleep had no trouble finding you as you listened to the faint sounds of a southwest battle drifting through your tired mind.

-

It's taken me some thinking to decide where to go next and you MIGHT be excited about it.

[ushiwakaout]

YOUR SERIES FOR THE THINGS YOU THINK HAIKYU BOYS WOULD SAY IS SO GOOD!! Do you write for Tsukishima? Cuz if yes I would really like to know what you think he would say...

thank you, thank you 🥺💖

*sigh* highkey wanting to avoid tsukishima stuff bc i don’t wanna fall deeper into a simp hole

but i guess i’ll do it 🙄 thank fucking god you asked for this bc honestly i was going a little crazy bc i fucking love him so much god fucking damnit

for my sake, y’all are married and you’re a photographer

“mmm, stop poking me.” (7:00 am)

“Hey, i said stop touching.”

“what time is it?”

“No i don’t have practice today... i have school.”

“Not until tonight, so let me sleep.”

“Come back here, i don’t need breakfast right now.”

“Hey i might be slim but i will throw you back in bed if you don’t come back.”

“Wake me up again in like an hour.”

“Mmm, i said wake me up not smother me in kisses.” (8:20 am)

“What’s for breakfast.”

“I’m in the mood for some coffee and a shortcake.”

“What do you mean that���s not breakfast.”

“You may be my spouse but you cannot deny me shortcake.”

“If you forbid shortcake then a want divorce.”

“If you made me pick, i would want a divorce, because it’s like making you pick between me or [your favorite dessert] it’s just evil.”

“I’m not gonna kiss you unless we go get shortcake....”

*motherfucker has such a fucking mood when he wakes up. ESPECIALLY WHEN HE DOESNT GET WHAT HE WANTS. he’s baby but he’s also a bitch*

“have you seen my glasses? i cant see.”

“if you don’t give them to me i’m gonna make you read the menu outloud to me like a crazy person”

“ready for go? i’m starting to get hungry.” (9:00 am)

“are you not going to hold my hand?”

“fine if you get hit by a bike or a car, it’s not my problem.”

“hey actually it will be my problem because i married you, now hold my hand or else i’ll the one pushing you.”

“i’m not an asshole.”

“i’m ordering two cakes, i’m not giving you any of you don’t order for yourself.”

*you don’t order for yourself and just kinda fiddle w his jacket*

“Can i get three strawberry shortcakes and two black coffees, one iced please.”

“Nope you’re not getting the third one.”

*proceeds to eat the two and fiddles with the third*

“Have it, i’d be a waste if you didn’t eat it.”

*if you don’t eat it he will get both physically and mentally upset*

*very much loves seeing you munch down on his favorite dessert*

“Can we go now? I need to study for a test before class.” (10:30 am)

“you’re gonna get hit by a bike, get closer.”

“I wanna get our rings cleaned, their looking a little dirty.”

“So what if it’s only been a year, you know i don’t take it off unless it’s for a match, then i wear the flimsy black one.”

*the ring he gave you was his grandmothers so he’s always fiddling with it when he holds your hand*

“I’m sitting next to you while you edit your pictures, so you can’t complain.” (11:00 am)

*very distracted when he studies because he keeps glancing at you with your tongue out a little while you edit*

*will pinch your tongue*

“It belongs in your mouth.”

*WILL BLUSH OF YOU RESPOND, “so does yours” he will malfunction and flick you’re forehead*

“can you make me a snack?”

“dino crackers will do.”

“hey, don’t make fun of me, you always eat these too. now pass me my crackers.”

“Are you gonna stay alone like a weirdo or are you gonna walk to me the station” (1:00 pm)

“Hurry up and give me a kiss before it’s your fault i miss the train.”

“If you don’t let me go i’m just gonna kiss you again.”

“Idiot let go, i’m gonna be late because of you.”

“Give me another one, you gotta reach for it tho.”

*will laugh in your face before bending down to kissing the tip of your nose*

“Don’t get yourself kidnapped on the way home.”

“What are you doing here? You brought me lunch?” (3:00 pm)

*friends starts asking him who you are*

“My spouse, now stop staring.”

*proceeds to grab your left hand with his to low key show of your rings*

“Let’s go, i’m hungry.”

“Thank you for the food... it was good, could have had less...”

*can’t figure out what to say because it was actually really good but he won’t tell you*

“Could have had less love, that’s what.”

“Stop giggling at me.”

“Hey give me back my-”

*you always take his glasses off before you kiss him, don’t know how he hasn’t caught on yet*

“That was... okay.” (4:00 pm)

“You brought me a shortcake?”

“Wow you do love me.”

“I knew a married you for a reason.”

“You want some?”

“Say ah, no i’m gonna feed you now shut up.”

“Come with me to class, they don’t mind if you’re quiet.”

*will fiddle with your hands when you sit next to him*

*holds your thigh under the desk*

“Stop taking pictures of me.”

“I want coffee again, do you wanna walk to the café?” (6:00 pm)

“I’m hungry again... What? I’m a big boy, leave me alone.”

“Hey if you can reach my hand i’ll buy you a cat.”

*puts his 6’6 wingspans arm up in the air, mind you his hand would probably be up to 6’10*

*Takes pictures of you at the cat café so he can see which one is your favorite for future reference*

“No you couldn’t reach, i’m not getting you a cat”

*fucking liar has been planing on getting u a cat for a good while*

“Just go order the stuff and we’ll head home.” (7:00 pm)

“Sit on the couch with me, we’ll watch a movie.”

*puts on the good dinosaur*

“What? Shut up, it’s a good movie”

“What, no- I’m not crying- you are.”

*flicks your nose*

“See you’re crying too”

“I’m not a bully, you’re a bully.”

“Shut up or i’ll kiss you.”

*will kiss you anyway*

*it doesn’t seem like it but he isn’t a forceful kisser, very soft, long and hot kisses are his go to.*

“I’m gonna shower again, school stressed me out.”

“Take a bath with me” (9:30 pm)

*in the bath his knees are usually always out so he can just hold you while you sit in front of him*

*becomes very soft at night especially when it’s just alone time with you*

*starts kissing your hair, will lightly tease you by massaging your neck and then slowly wrapping his fingers around your neck so he can push your chin up to look at him and he kisses you*

“i know i should say it more but i love you and i know you love me too, and i would trade that for an endless supply of shortcake.”

“See i’m not always a jerk.”

*in bed, he’s the small spoon bc he wants to listen to your heartbeat*

*needs skin to skin contact so his hands are always under your shirt (his shirt) roaming around your back*

“Stop squirming.”

*if you can’t sleep, this man will fuck you to sleep. doesn’t matter what fucking time it is, he gets annoyed and ask why you didn’t tell him sooner so he can fuck you so good*

“Go to sleep or i’ll sleep in the spare”

*lies he hates sleeping alone*

*also... records your reacton while he’s fucking you bc you’re never in front of the camera so he wants you to know how you feel*

*kisses your forehead and then falls asleep to the sound of your breathing*

[agent-cupcake]

IDK why but yandere prompt 10 screams sylvain to me! it's okay if you dont wanna do this one, though. thank you for opening requests! ive really enjoyed all your writings

10. “I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t have you.”

Sylvain didn’t greet you when you took a seat beside him, ready for the meeting to be called. Agriculture wasn’t a particular interest of yours, but it was a part of your duty as the wife of an important, land-owning lord to be invested in the affairs of Gautier territory. For his part, your husband didn’t seem terribly enthused. Just as you were about to ask if he was okay, he spoke.

“Who was he?” Sylvain asked in a would-be casual voice, low enough to be lost in the mindless chatter of the slowly filling council room.

The question usually went something like that, innocuous but pointed enough for you to know where it was headed. And you knew who and what he was referring to, knew it so intently that you felt a completely unreasonable stab of guilt because you knew how Sylvain was, how he might have interpreted your interaction with one of the male mages working on the current project. As familiar as the question was, you couldn’t immediately guess the tone. Sylvain was tricky, always masking his intentions behind playful masks and a glip front.  

“Who?” you asked, playing dumb. That sometimes worked. If it seemed like you were innocent, he might drop it and move on. It would be incriminating if you admitted that you knew what he meant right away. And if he was just teasing, playing around to fill the part of the protective husband, you didn’t mind the role of the oblivious wife. Really, you wished you were that type of woman. Blind to the world, and especially the men, around you. Everything would be so much easier.

"That guy you were talking to,” Sylvain explained, dangerously nonchalant. “The two of you seemed pretty close.”

“Really? We only met… Mmm, last week?” you replied, refusing to meet his eye or become flustered. That would just make you seem guilty. Which you weren’t. “He’s from Fhirdiad, one of the mages who are working on solutions to fertilizing the soil in the fields near the Fraldarius border.” You hesitated, searching for something to add, something to change the subject and ease the tension. “Um, the tests so far have been really encouraging. They’re thinking that next spring they can have at least half of that land ready for production.”

"Yeah, I heard about that,” Sylvain said, nodding off your attempt to distract him. “I was just asking ‘cause you were laughing pretty hard.”

There it was. Sylvain’s tone, as you had come to know quite intimately, was cool, a little stiffer than his usual way of speaking. Lacking inflection. It was always like that with him. He never told you outright when he thought or felt or explained his stark shift in demeanor, always skirting around the subject with those needling little questions, maintaining his façade of indifference even as a storm brewed behind his dark eyes. Once, what felt like a lifetime ago, he told you that he’d never experienced jealousy before you. He told you that it hurt. Was this pain? Was that what made everything so uneasy and uncomfortable, leaving you scrambling to find the words to ease his mind?

You forced a faint smile, clinging to your innocence. “Was I?”

“Yeah,” Sylvain said, clearly not buying it. If anything, his eyes just narrowed. “You were.”

“We were just discussing his work. If I was laughing, I don’t…” You shook your head, forcing a shrug. “Please don’t get the wrong idea.”

“The wrong idea?” he asked. “I was just wondering who he is.”

“For no reason,” you said, some of your frustration leaking through.

“Yeah, sure, for no reason,” Sylvain agreed in an amicably flat tone. “Although now I’m curious about why you’re so defensive.” He paused, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “I guess he was kinda handsome. Are you worried I’m jealous?”

“That’s not-”

“‘Cause I’m not…” he insisted. “Unless there’s a reason I should be.”

There wasn’t. There never was. You never thought like that. But he did. Sylvain always did, those too keen eyes of his following you around, waiting for you to slip up in some way, to do something for him to misinterpret in the most uncharitable ways he could. Even if it was ignored, unspoken, willed out of existence through the sheer force of his adoration, yours was not a relationship born out of the stuff of romantic novels or even the clumsy affections of young lovers. For as obsessively insistent he once was in proving your own feelings to you, sometimes it was like Sylvain didn’t believe it when you told him you loved him and only him. Because there was a time―such a long time ago, hardly worth remembering―when you didn’t mean it. Even though you did now, that memory was his constant anxiety, an endless tension lingering right below the surface.

“I don’t want to fight,” you finally said, spreading your hands out in an attempt to de-escalate the situation, to convince him of your innocence. “I swear that it meant nothing. But… but if it makes you uncomfortable, I won’t talk to him again. I really, honestly don’t care.”

“Sheesh, you make me sound like I’m some sort of control freak,” Sylvain said with an air of coolly playful offense, leaning back in his chair. “Why would you even assume I’m trying to fight?”

“I don’t-”

“I’m not,” he said before you could really respond. Not loudly, never loud enough to draw any unnecessary attention to the two of you. Sylvain always knew exactly how to skirt the line of propriety in public. “It’s not like it’s even my business who you talk to. I’m only your husband. No big deal, really.”

“It is!” you insisted, heat burning at the back of your eyes. Realizing you’d spoken a bit too loud, you softened your voice, glancing around the room to ensure nobody heard the slip-up. “You are. Of c-course you are.” Maybe it was the trembling of your bottom lip as you stared hard at the table to fight off the tears burning your eyes that made regret flash over Sylvain’s face. Sometimes, when he was in a very particular type of mood, your crying only spurred him on, but not now.

“H-hey,” Sylvain told you, leaning close and draping his arm across your shoulders. “Don’t cry. I was just playing around. Guess I let it go too far.” Now he seemed apologetic, looking at you with a sheepish smile.

You met his eyes, confusion and distress giving away to understanding. Of course Sylvain had only been pretending. And you had been overreacting, always too sensitive to this kind of thing. Embarrassment followed the momentary emotional lapse, frustration that you wouldn’t just go along with his antics and had to go and make it all weird. Relief, too. It was just pretend, after all. He wasn’t upset with you.

“You’re not mad at me, are you?” Sylvain asked sweetly, pulling you towards him with the arm around your shoulders, his soft voice tickling your ear.

“You’re too mean,” you told him. But the words weren’t serious. They made him smile fondly, such a dramatic shift from the Sylvain of only minutes before.

“I’ve gotta keep you on your toes,” he said. “You never know what’s going on in the heads of pretty girls like you. I mean, imagine if I lost you to a guy who studies dirt. I’d never live it down.”

“That’s ridiculous,” you told him, leaning into the half embrace.

“Isn’t it? But, you know, I can’t help it.” Sylvain leaned in even closer, speaking in such a low, intimate way that it definitely pushed the lines of propriety, even for him. “I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t have you.”      

[mcwriting]

Just Friends

sooooo... I know I've said I don't write smut, but I will write *barely* sfw stuff if I'm in the mood :)

College AU because that's my current aesthetic lol. Not explicit but defo spicier than what I normally write

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 2078

Warnings: light language, alcohol consumption, implied (consensual) sex

✧

The music was loud with a deep bass, reverberating through your spine as you carried a half-drank solo cup of indiscriminate alcohol and red fruit punch.

"Tom. I'm not feeling it tonight," you basically yelled to your best friend, a proud member of the fraternity whose basement you were in. "This just doesn't hit like it used to."

You were both going into your senior year of college, having been friends ever since your freshman dorm rooms ended up right next to each others.

Now that you and your friends were all legal, going to the frathouse instead of a bar just seemed unnecessary. The only reason you were really there was because Tom and his best friend Harrison were officers and had to live in-house.

Tom had only had a couple beers within the past hour, trying to stay steady with you, though you weren't even experiencing a light buzz.

He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close to lean down to your ear.

"Whadd'ya want to do then?" he asked.

"Can we just go back to my place? We've got some alcohol in the apartment," you answered. He nodded. "Let's go find Emily first, make sure she doesn't want a ride, too."

You both made your way around, finally seeing your roommate and Harrison making out in one corner of the room, one hand holding a red solo cup and the other cupping his face.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed her shoulder, pulling them apart.

"Heeeeyyy. What are you two up to?" she asked, turning around and pressing her back up against the blonde who then wrapped both arms around her stomach, resting a chin on her shoulder.

"We're gonna go drink at the apartment, " you called, trying to get her to hear over the music. "Do you want to go in the uber with us?"

She shook her head.

"Nah, I think I'll stay here if Haz is cool with it."

"You know I'm always cool with you staying over," he added, spinning her around.

"Okay, well then you two know the drill," you started, "if you even think about taking advantage of her I'll-"

"You'll cut my dick off," he finished, "yeah, yeah, I know. I would never, I swear."

Harrison put a hand over his heart for good measure.

Your stern look turned to a grin.

"Alright you two, stay safe and all that jazz. See you tomorrow."

You were waving bye when Emily called out behind you,

"Don't forget to use condoms!"

You blushed like mad, and Tom did, too.

You were just friends, after all. Only friends.

Both of you went through the rest of the house in silence, going outside to wait for your driver. You crossed your arms in frustration over your chest.

"I can't believe Emily would try to embarrass us like that! She knows we're just friends! Now that whole party thinks we left to hook up."

"Come on, y/n. The music was too loud. If anyone heard it was like two other people and they're freshman. Who cares what they think?"

You laughed at his response as he squeezed your side again, trying to get you to loosen up and smile again. You couldn't help but comply as the driver pulled up.

✧

Tom was hunched over looking through your fridge when you exited your bedroom, having already removed any makeup and changed into sweats.

He stood up when he heard you.

"What all do you want to- is that my shirt?"

You looked down, then shrugged.

"Huh. Guess so. You can have it back if you want it," you said, starting to pull up up over your sports bra when he stopped you.

"No, no. It's fine. Looks better on you anyways," he quipped, shutting the fridge door. You couldn't help but smile at that last comment as you pulled it back down. "Speaking of clothes of mine, do you still have my grey sweats?"

It wasn't long before he had changed as well, wearing the pants he'd left from the last time and one of your XL sweatshirts.

"Are you sure this sweatshirt isn't mine, too?" he asked, tugging on it.

"Since when do you wear oversized sweatshirts, Tom?"

He paused and looked up.

"Oh, right. Never. Thanks for washing these pants for me."

It wasn't a strange occurrence for Tom to spend the night at your apartment, usually to get out of the frat house every so often. He typically took the couch or your air mattress and kept some clothes in your closet.

He hit his hands together, then rubbed them.

"Now that we've got that out of the way. What shall we drink?"

You were originally just going to finish a bottle of wine as you watched "The Wedding Planner" together on the couch, but then Tom discovered the bottles of tequila and vodka in the freezer during the scene where Mary gets drunk.

"Come on, babe. We've gotta do at least one shot. It would be way more entertaining."

"I can't imagine that either of us needs to be drunk to find JLo and Matthew McConaughey entertaining, but fine," you replied, getting up to pull out the shot glasses from the cabinet.

"I shouldn't have told you to look for the ice cream," you lamented, causing him to laugh.

About 20 minutes after a shot each, you were both curled up on the couch together, the alcohol hitting as the story was beginning to wrap up.

You felt a little awkward watching the characters confess their love for each other as you were leaning on Tom's side, his arms caressing you.

But you were just friends, right?

Yeah, but your drunk brain couldn't ignore the flashing sign inside that seemed to scream "but you're also kinda into him!"

And it was right.

You'd had subtle feelings for him since probably sophomore year, after having playfully hated each other throughout freshman year.

You liked to blame that sentiment on the fact that your beds had been against the same wall and you could often hear each other doing just about everything.

"I just don't get how people weren't more mad at her going after an engaged man!" Tom said, snapping you from your thoughts.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. But I mean she did try to avoid him for a while, I guess," you replied, not quite slurring but your words coming out just a little but slow.

Tom switched on a random TV channel after credits started rolling and shifted a bit, still holding you tight.

"You doing okay?" he asked. You nodded.

"Yeah, I think I'm already coming down. You were kind of right, though. Drunk watching gave me a whole new perspective."

"Oh yeah? and what's that?"

You could feel the vibrations in his chest as he spoke, making you close your eyes sleepily.

"Hmm. I'm not actually sure."

He laughed at your response and then you both fell into a comfortable silence, both of you relishing in each other's warmth.

After a little bit, you sat up, rubbing your eyes and stretching.

"You good?" he asked again.

"Yep, just gonna run to the bathroom real quick."

You stood up, taking slow steps. Your thoughts were no longer clouded but your coordination wasn't quite there yet.

By the time you returned, Tom had gotten you some water glasses and returned to the couch. This time, you laid down so you could rest your head in his lap and look at your phone as he stroked your hair.

After a while of scrolling through social media and showing Tom the occasional picture, you closed the phone and set it on your chest.

You looked up and Tom and wondered aloud,

"What do you think Em and Haz are up to now?"

"Is that really a question? Smashing."

You snorted.

"Gosh those two don't know how to keep their hands off of each other. I can't believe it took them so long to figure out they were into each other. 'Just friends' my ass."

Tom gave an awkward chuckle of his own.

"Hey, that's our line."

You could feel the tension in that response, not sure how to respond as you continued to study Tom's face.

"We should probably start getting ready for bed," he suggested. "I can start blowing up the air mattress if you wanna go brush your teeth and stuff."

You had sat up but stopped him.

"Wait... will you... do you want to just sleep in my bed tonight?"

"What? Then where will you sleep? On the couch?"

You were a little stunned at his oblivious answer.

"I- what? No. I meant... do you want to share the bed with me? It's plenty big for two people."

He eyes widened.

"Oh... oh! Okay I get it now. Uh, sure. As long as you're sure. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything."

"Tom, I mean it. I want you to," you plead.

You were eventually getting ready to crawl into bed when you faced Tom, sitting back against the mattress.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked once again, making you grin. You reached up and pulled him into a hug.

"I promise, Tom. I really do."

You both pulled away just enough for your faces to be in front of each other, not even an inch apart. Your heart was racing, tension higher than ever between you.

It felt like forever staring at each other. You weren't really sure who moved first but suddenly your lips were crashing into each other's with a fiery passion, hands roaming each other's bodies for the first time like you were starved for touch.

Somehow you had flipped and made it onto the bed, you on top of Tom as you rode his leg.

It wasn't long before shirts were removed, too, and bare skin was against bare skin.

"Mmm... Where... um... condom?" Tom asked between kisses, both of you breathing heavily.

You paused and sat up, straddled over his hips, thinking. It had been a while since you'd needed one of those.

You slid off of him and went to the bathroom, reaching deep into the back of the sink cabinet, thankful to find that the box wasn't expired. When you stood up, you almost laughed at the way your face was flushed and hair unruly.

When you returned, Tom was sitting up looking at you, brows raised.

"So we really doing this?" he asked. You couldn't help but smile, thankful for his respectful nature.

"I am if you are."

It didn't take long to fall back onto the bed again, eventually tiring yourselves out and falling asleep pressed against one another.

✧

You walked out of your bedroom, hair still wet from a shower, looking to make some coffee.

As the first mug brewed, Emily came through the door.

"Oh, hey!" she looked around. "Did Tom head back already? I must've missed him. I guess he slept on the couch since I don't see the air mattress anywhere."

You were unsure of how to answer, pausing as you leaned back against the counter.

Once you finally figured out something to say, you were interrupted by Tom opening the bedroom door. His own hair was also still wet, and he held your bedsheets in a clump in his arms.

"Hey y/n do you want me to stick these in with any clothes or- oh hey Emily," he said, not registering the situation as he passed by her to put the bundle in the washing machine.

Emily, on the other hand, was standing frozen in shock. She looked at you, pointing towards Tom, then back at you, a hand then reaching up to cover her mouth.

"Oh my... I- did you two..?" her fingers wiggled back and forth between you two. You couldn't help but blush. "Holy shit, you did!"

Tom turned and walked to you with a maniacal grin, standing in front you as he reached past your body to grab the filled coffee cup.

"It's definitely possible," he answered her, leaning down to press a kiss on top of one of the hickeys he'd left on your neck.

"Finally! 'Just friends' my ass," she said, unknowingly paralleling your own comment about her. She was about to open her mouth again when you cut her off this time.

"Yes, Em. We used condoms. Now tell me if I've got any dicks to cut off."

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A/N: byeeee I don't know how to feel about this. On the one hand I'm pretty proud of it but also this is nothing like how I am as a person or how I usually write so I'm definitely out of my comfort zone here haha

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