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riisume · 1 year

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Not So Tough (Original Characters)

Summary: Elliot McCarthy and Nox LeBlanc don't get along and were put on cleaning duty together and things take a turn.

A/N: I'm trying to draw less because my drive for it is low. But I have given myself permission to write til my heart's content as a creative outlet! So I decided to write a tk story with my ocs Elliot and Nox. I started it several months ago and finished it up today... '-' Decided to post it cuz I feel like this is the best thing I've written ever.

This is a tickle fic! If this isn’t your cup of tea, turn back now. :^) There is also swearing if you don't like that? Idk!

Word count: 2139

Elliot disliked a lot of things.The list of things he disliked had exponentially increased during the time he was spending with The Resistance; The uncomfortable, pitiful excuse for furnishing in their underground quarters, the damp and musty smell that wafted through the halls, the people. The list went on. Charlie had promised that her group would be willing to help “he and his sibling return to their appropriate continuity”, but there was a whole lot of that not happening. Elliot was growing impatient. Especially because instead of being provided a way back home, the two would be put on duty for trivial tasks, which he hated the most.

One of today’s trivial tasks involved helping one of Elliot’s least favourite people in The Resistance tidy some of the rooms; Nox Leblanc. She was bossy, dramatic, and arrogant. A conglomerate of things that the young man found insufferable in a person. He hated working with her. Nox would always act like she was above him and scrutinize every little thing he messed up on or fumbled with and today was no exception.

Elliot was folding blankets while Nox was sweeping the wooden floor that was riddled with dust bunnies. Elliot wasn’t the best at folding blankets, not that he’d admit as much. At home, he’d resort to laying his blanket out over his mattress to avoid the having a quilt pathetically rolled up at the end of his bed. It wouldn’t be long before Nox would take notice of the clumsily folded up covers.

Feeling eyes boring into the back of his head, the blond sighed, already aggravated. Peering over his shoulder, he spotted the brunette woman with that same scrutinizing look, glaring at him as her green eyes flitted from him to the messy quilts. He couldn’t help but speak up.

“Look, if you’re gonna chew me out about how I should be doing something better or about how I’m fucking shit up, just do it already.” Elliot huffed. Nox’s eyes widened for a moment before they narrowed. Gripping the broom in her dainty hands, she stepped up to Elliot, almost challengingly.

“Well, since you asked, I should start by telling you you’re doin’ a piss poor job of folding the blankets.” She started, her tone as hoity toity as usual. “Honestly, Mommy and Daddy did a shit job teaching you such a basic skill.” A look of disdain crossed Elliot’s features. His parents were a touchy subject for him and June by extension. A quip burned on the tip of his tongue. It was a burning that he couldn’t ignore. Throwing down the blanket he was attempting to fold, he glowered at Nox, his hazel eyes meeting hers with an equally challenging look. When she didn’t so much as flinch at his glare, Elliot felt his resolve buckle.

“A-and Mommy and Daddy did just as much of a shit job of teaching you basic manners, huh?” Elliot’s voice shook, his stutter betraying him once again. He prayed. Begged to whatever cosmic or heavenly deity of this world that was listening to not let Nox catch that stammer… The corners of her lips quirked into a smug, amused smile. The gods weren’t listening… The woman couldn’t help but laugh into the back of her hand and the young man felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“Oh, Elliot, sweetie. We all already know you’re not as tough as you make yourself out to be.” Nox idly toyed with her hair. He wasn’t entirely sure, but Elliot swore the cocky smirk plastered on her features widened once she noted his visible discomfort. Begrudgingly, the thin blond adjusted the beanie hat on his head before going to pick up the crumpled quilt he threw down.

“Whatever. I don’t even know what you’re talking about...” Muttering and turning his back on the other, Elliot shook off the clumps of dust that wasted no time clinging to the thick sheet during it’s time on the floor.

The taller woman seemed pleased that the bratty boy backed down without much of an issue. She had deduced a while ago that he wasn’t as confident as he seemed after observing him some, pushing buttons here and there, and challenging him at times. It was types like these that were usually trying to compensate for an insecurity or put up a defensive wall. After all, Nox would know how those types worked all too well from personal experience. Though, unlike Elliot, she had perfected her confidence. Solidified her defenses. Not much could penetrate them, much less someone with a weak will like her current cleaning partner.

Nox decided to keep pushing. She was having fun with him.

“You don’t?” The woman canted her head in mock confusion as she crept towards Elliot, dropping the broom she was holding to the floor. “Hm… That’s funny. I recall hearing that The Resistance’s favourite otherworldly, tough brat could be brought to his knees by the lightest of touches…” At that, she reached out, briskly walking her thin fingers along Elliot’s spine.

The reaction she received was far more entertaining than she ever could’ve hoped for; Elliot practically leapt out of his skin, a high-pitched shriek resonated from him that echoed down the halls of the base. He arched away so sharply that Nox was almost convinced that his thin frame would’ve snapped in half, before he waved his arms behind him in a frantic attempt to shoo the woman away. That poor blanket was on the floor again.

“Agh! D-d-don’t do that!!” Elliot whipped around, immediately shielding himself with his arms. A look of amusement and intrigue made itself apparent on the green-eyed girl’s features as she stroked her chin.

“Aaaah, so the legends were true.” A mischievous glint in Nox’s eyes made a chill run up Elliot’s spine. “The younger McCarthy is suuuper ticklish..!”

Elliot hated that word; ‘Ticklish’ and all of it’s other iterations. It always embarrassed him because he knew he was hellishly so… Not that he’d ever admit it of course. He hated that he couldn’t stop his face from turning a deep shade of red whenever someone asked him if he was ticklish. He hated the way he would be helpless when they inevitably tested the waters. He especially hated the way people would tease him about the noises he’d make while he was trying to fight the urge to succumb to the mirth.

Elliot knew that people enjoyed poking fun at him because of the way he overreacted. He had been told so many times, but it was unavoidable when he got flustered. It was something so engrained in him that he couldn’t fight it no matter how hard he tried.

“Sh-shut the fuck up! You just… You just caught me by surprise, okay!?” Elliot huffed indignantly.

“I did? Oh, so you totally won’t react if I just… Tickled you again?” Nox flexed and wiggled her fingers as she began to close in on Elliot. He felt his heart begin to race as he backed away. He didn’t want to be subjected to this humiliation! Should he run? Where would he even go? Someone was bound to ask why he was running down the halls in a panic, then what? Elliot couldn’t just go whining about how Nox was threatening to tickle him, that would be mortifying! He’d rather die! Maybe a retaliation was in order? … No. Elliot was terrified of tickling others, even in self-defense. He knew that would just invoke their wrath further and he’d suffer tenfold.

The most the distressed blond could think to do was attempt and reason with his assailant… Not that he thought she would listen, but he was desperate.

“W-wait, c’mon-! We’re… We’re supposed to clean up and- MNGH-!!” Reasoning proved to be just as unhelpful as he expected when Nox’s fingers began to prod and wedge themselves into the soft divots of his ribs. His arms couldn’t protect him completely. “N-noHOHO! NGH- BIHIHITCH! A-AH!”

Elliot’s eyes were squeezed shut and he could only imagine how wide Nox’s devious smirk was as he swore in between frantic laughter and yelps. Her fingertips pressed into the tender areas of his sides, causing him to buck wildly and twist away from her tickling digits… There wasn’t much else he could do when his back hit the wall, rendering him unable to back away further.

“N-Nox! SHIHIHIT-! Nohohooox! AH-! Quihihit it! QUIT IHIHIT!”

“Hmm…” As she continued to torment the other with simple poking and prodding to the exposed areas of his midriff, Nox hummed in mock thought. “And what if I don’t want to? This is entirely more entertaining than sweeping and folding blankets, wouldn’t you agree?” At the mercy of Nox and his own mirth, Elliot couldn’t do much but shake his head wildly in disagreement. As much as he struggled to stifle and choke back his own squeals and guffaws, they still managed to spill past his lips. Once he started laughing, it was nearly impossible to get him to stop until the person tickling him decided they were finished.

“While it might be more entertaining, there’s a job that needs to be done that you two were put in charge of and there sure is a whole lot of that not getting done.” A familiar calm, baritone voice sounded from the doorway. Nox froze, pulling her hands away from Elliot. The two’s attention snapped to where the voice was resonating from.

She was so lost in her amusement towards the boy that she wasn’t aware of her superior, the right hand and body guard of the leader of The Resistance, leaning on the doorframe, quietly observing the subordinates with narrowed eyes and a furrowed brow. His large, built arms were crossed in disapproval.

“B-Bernard!” Nox felt her cheeks grow warm. It was known far and wide throughout The Resistance that she had an untamed lust for the man before them. Her normally bossy disposition and superiority complex would shatter whenever he was around, rendering her desperate and vulnerable. Whether Bernard himself was aware of that was a different story. His dark eyes held the disapproving gaze. “I was… I just- Elliot, he was being uncooperative, and I-” At the sound of his own name, Elliot shot a glare at the woman trying to pin the whole debacle on him.

“M-me!?” Trying to regain his composure, Elliot straightened up, patting down the wrinkles on h is sweater. “You were the one who’s fucking bossing me around like always and-”

“Enough.” Bernard didn’t have to yell more times than not. This was one of those instances. Between Nox’s devotion, desire, and respect towards the dark-haired man and his intimidating aura having a solid grasp on Elliot, the duo shut up right away, their gazes meeting the floor. He continued to speak, his voice was leveled and cold. “Frankly, I don’t care what the two of you do while you’re off duty. Have all the tickle fights you want or bicker until your heart’s content then. Not when you have a job you need to get done. Understood?”

“Yes, sir…” Nox acknowledged him quietly.

“Y… Yeah.” Elliot followed up, shifting awkwardly. The larger man’s posture relaxed once the two seemed more cooperative, his arms falling to his sides. Though, the stern look hardly wavered from his features.

“Good. Both of you get back to work, make sure this room is spotless in a couple of hours.” Bernard turned to leave the room with a light and aggravated sigh.

The room was quiet and still until Bernard’s footsteps that echoed down the hall were no longer audible. Nox approached the doorway, peeking out for good measure; He was gone. She looked back at Elliot who was silently picking up the quilt he was fussing with earlier, patting the flecks of dust off it. With a sigh, she returned to Elliot, lightly tapping her fingers on his shoulder to get his attention. He flinched, whipping around to shoot a glare her way.

“Whoa, whoa! Easy-” Nox pulled away. “I was just going to… Offer to help you fold the quilts.”

“Help…?” Elliot echoed in disbelief, suspicion weighing heavily on his brow.

“Y-yeah, just… To get it done faster so Bernard doesn’t get upset at me because I have you holding me back!” She huffed, a hue of pink dusting her cheeks. “Here, I’ll teach you how to fold the quilts. It’s easier with two people.” The boy seemed to relax after a moment when Nox offered her hand.

“Uh-huh…” Elliot knew her change of tune was because of Bernard, though part of him wondered if she was musing over her earlier comment towards him about folding. “Er, thanks, I guess…” He gave her the one end of the blanket.

“Don’t mention it, Tough Guy. Now, just follow my lead…”

#my fics #my ocs #lee!Elliot #ler!Nox #elliot mccarthy #nox leblanc #tickle fic #tickling #tickle community #tickle #oc tickle #oc tickles #oc tickling #tickling community

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trollwizard · 7 months

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Your name is-- WAIT, HUH?

You're KARBAL MONTAZ and you're the GUARDIAN OF THE WOODS.

But we won't get into that today. Largely, for context here, you're the matesprit of one FAFNIR DRAKON. You're the type to mind your own business, keeping to your NECK OF THE WOODS. Literally. You love CRAFTING and CARPENTRY, having built your treehive into a veritable MANSION. You like to goof off with your moirail, TRIPPH SINENSIS, and butt heads often with your hoity toity kismesis, MERLE RIDDEL.

You go by she/her, you're around 14 sweeps, and your blood is minty forest GREEN.

Your name is TRIPPH SINENSIS and you've got the TOUCH. You've got the POWER.

MAGIC flows through you like plasma and platelets. You don't think too much of it; it's so SECOND NATURE to you, after all.

Maybe some day you'll wax poetic about it. For now, though, you'll introduce yourself as the matesprit of one BEABEA PTERAN, and the moirail to KARBAL MONTAZ. You think FAFNIR DRAKON is quite peachy, too. You're quite the social guy!

You go by he/him, and you're about 14 sweeps old. Blood? Hm, let's just call it green for now, okay?

You are now MERLE RIDDEL, and you are going to TAKE WHAT YOU WANT.

A talented DESIGNER and FASHIONISTA by trade, you know how CUTTHROAT society can be, especially at the caste you are.

But outside of your extraordinary talents and drive for SUCCESS, you would proudly proclaim yourself the matesprit of one SIGURD MENSCH. The bloodthirsty rival of KARBAL MONTAZ. And generally amiable to most others.

You go by she/her. Like your peers, you're 14 sweeps old. As for your blood? It's a gloriously bold GOLD.

Now granted, none of you LIVE here, so to speak. You're from... let's say... out of town. But maybe you'll chime in now and then, huh? Wouldn't that be fun?

#guest stars #mmoxie #karbal montaz #tripph sinensis #merle riddel #introductory post

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sl-newsie · 1 year

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My Review of 92sies

Gotta remember this was made in the 90s by the classic Disney intro! 😄

Thank you Max for the great intro monologue! ‘Thank you Max, for that marvelous introduction!’ Hocus Pocus, anyone?

Gotta appreciate how much they were able to make a crammed set look like New York

Oh. My. God! Shirtless Mush is sooo cute! 😍

No wonder Skittery’s always angry- I’d be too if I was woken up early. 😤

Not even 5 minutes in and Jack’s called Cowboy 🤠

Where was Kloppman in Livesies? Really, where?

I wanna know how all the newsies characters were created. Was someone reading A Christmas Carol and was like ‘yes, we need teenage Tiny Tim!’

I noticed they have the same audio of the kid yelling ‘c’mon move it! move it!’ later at the end.

Why did they cut out the ‘takes a smile as sweet as butter?’ bit?

Aw Race does the sign of the cross! Is he Catholic?

At first I was confused about the woman singing in the background but over time I feel that she brings the idea that not all the newsies are orphans

Sorry but Race backing up from being threatened by a stick is hilarious

Jack is so much calmer in this version! No more angry Jack

Awww! Les is so cuuute! The way he just stares at Jack while he’s running is priceless 😊

Race and Jack show more friendship chemistry in the first 10 minutes than Jack and Race in Livies during the whole show

Already 92sies Les is so much better

It’s really hard to not picture Jack as Batman

Half the movie is watching all-a the newsies reactions in the background!

Headlines don’t sell papes, newsies sell papes- the entire plot summed up in one sentence. 🗞️

Properly shows how the newsies respect a lady by them removing their hats

‘What’s that deafening noise?’ Uh, that’s your employees doing their job?

I feel sorry for the guy shaving that Snider just shoves to the side when he runs up the stairs.

LUV Medda’s getup! All of it! Anne-Margret is so good! The way she talks to Les is so cute!

I have spotted the teleporting ventriloquist dummy guy!

I personally don’t ship Javid, but 92sies shows much better chemistry between Jack and David than Livesies.

‘Then you’ll be a real cowboy!’ ‘Yeah.’ What about a painter? Now where would you ever get that idea? 🤠🧑‍🎨

So it’s raining while they’re having dinner, then it stopped when they're on the fire escape, and the ground is dusty enough so when Jack does his Santa Fe ‘dance’ he doesn’t get all muddy? Huh.

Only thing about Sarah is that I feel her New York accent could’ve been better.

I wanna know who made the birthday cake. One of the cast or crew maybe?

I prefer Christian’s daydreamy version of Santa Fe. 🏜️

I’d like know what the people in the street are thinking, like ‘what the heck is this guy randomly singing?’

The streetlights make 92sies at night seem like a very cozy atmosphere

Why did they cut out the scene of Christian using a lasso? Learning how to use a lasso was a big deal for him!

What ever happened to the horse Jack technically stole?

Race and Jack’s friendship never gets old!

Pulitzer’s calculation behavior is… weird. Also why is he imitating Tevye’s If I Were A Rich Man dance?

Ok, we need a class where every newsie is pointed out and named so everyone knows who they are

What are the pedestrians thinking when the newsies start singing?

You’re a leader! Here Jack, have a stick! Now break it!

‘Em-bastards!’

Hey it’s Lone Star in a bowler hat!

Now I want to use ‘hoity toity’ every day.

Yeessss! BROOKLYN! But where can I find the music if it’s not in the soundtrack?! 🌉

‘I spent a month there one night.’ Uh what does that mean, Boots?

Why is Spot Colon’s slingshot never brought up in Livesies?

Ok when I first watched this I didn’t know what to expect from Spot Colon but I remember that as soon as I saw him I had a crush on him instantly. 🥰

People always make fun of Spot’s height, whether it be 92sies or Livesies. But being a short person myself and knowing other short people I can honestly say that short people definitely can be scary! Seriously I’ve scared more people than I can count even if I don’t mean to, so imagine Spot Colon intentionally trying to be scary! To quote Yoda: ‘size matters not!’ Spot Colon could kick everyone’s ass if he wanted!

I luv how all the other Brooklyn newsies are just waiting intimidatingly in the background for Spot to either give the all clear or the o-k to soak Davey.

How did numerous fan theories about Spot’s key get started? 🗝️

Seize the Day is on fire! I luv the quick footwork and acro work in the confined space even though the dance number could’ve been held in a bigger area.

Where did the newsies get tomatoes to throw at Wiesel? 🍅

How long did it take to clean up the torn newspapers after they got done filming that scene?

Huh, Jack actually cares enough to try to break Crutchy out? Also how does nobody notice Jack casually standing around with a rope?

It’s cute how Les and the younger newsies made homemade drums!

‘Never fear, Brooklyn is here!’ Oh my God yeessss! 😆

It’s over, Weasel! Brooklyn has the high ground! Star Wars, anybody?

The newsies picture looks like what every attempt at a family picture looks like, with everybody scattered and looking at different places.

King of New York, still my favorite! The way they had all these guys in this tiny room with all these tables, and yet still pull off a decent dance number! Just wow.

Crutchy your positivity is contagious, even though sometimes you gotta learn when to be sad.

Jack how on Earth can you fall asleep on a fire escape?

Nice rooftop backdrop! Wonder if Jack painted it… 🎨🤔😆

Jack still wants to leave, but at least on the rooftop he explains how he’s not used to growing roots anywhere and actually asks Sarah if she cares.

‘...others who would dare to leeee!’ What, Pulitzer?

I luv how the newsies dress up for the rally! Even though they’re poor they still know when to act ‘proper.’ Also Spot, you look great! 👍

Seeing Medda dance with all the is always fun to watch, especially with Blink and Race completely fawning over her.

Why is it that Davey and Spot immediately see that Denton’s pointing out Snyder but it takes Davey yelling in Jack’s face for him to see it?

Typical Race to gamble with a judge 🃏

They really make us hate Snyder. Even if you don’t like Jack (don’t know how someone could but whatever), you really feel bad for him when Snyder takes him back to the Refuge. 😣

How in the world does nobody notice the newsies hiding out around the refuge or when Davey rides on the back of the carriage? There’s cops literally 10 feet from them and they still don’t see a group of kids?

Even when Jack’s yelling he’s still less angry then Jeremy’s angry Jack.

All the Refuge gives you to sleep on is a rusty bed frame? Ouch!

‘We was beat when we was born.’ Yikes Jack got some dark thoughts. 😳

It doesn’t take going through a whole day sulking and getting yelled at by Katherine for 92sies Jack to change his mind, it only takes the Delancys beating up the Jacobs for him to finally say no.

Once And For All is catchier than the Livesies version

I like how they show all the different kids at odds and ends jobs, as well as how some kids back then didn’t know how to read.

Only thing is I wish they would’ve talked about the details with the deal with Pulitzer

Sarah doesn’t need to beg Jack to stay, Jack figures it out that he needs to stay.

Jack, how can you leave? You’re making Les cry! 😖😭

Now Mush is looking cute next to a lamppost 😍

I’m hearing the audio from the beginning!

Yes, Jarah is a relationship I can tolerate! It’s not toxic or annoying, and they don’t look like they wanna kill each other every scene.

Spot riding away in the carriage is perfect! ‘By, Spot!’ 🥰

Overall I’d want to know what the original newsies would think of this. I mean just imagine the ones from 1899 watching this and thinking ‘I don’t think we ever did this much singing and dancing.’

And now to take a moment for the 92sies who did not make it into Livesies: Snipeshooter, Boots, Bumlets, PieEater, Snoddy, Itey, Snitch, Swifty, Jake, Dutchy, Skittery, Snaps, Tumbler, and Flipper. They will be missed. Instead they will be replaced by new newsies that are far more stupid and annoying, but on the bright side are very good dancers. 😔

I feel like 92sies isn’t talked about as much because it’s more dated and not as recent. When people mention that current stars like Ben Cook are in Livesies then everyone talks about it like it’s the best thing since sliced bread. But when people say Christian Bale is in 92sies then they just say ‘oh yeah, he’s Batman’ and just leave it at that. Just because 92sies doesn’t have the A+ Broadway dancing doesn’t mean it’s not a good musical,

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isaacapatow · 10 months

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* * IKE'S APARTMENT CONVO WITH @nickitxrres

nicki has first date jitters; they talk about what it means for her and ares, for the raiders as a whole, and the subject of mayra comes up.

Nicki Torres: -As the realization that she was going on an actual date with Ares tomorrow settled in, Nicki felt a surge of panic and immediately ran to Ike's place and started banging on the door-

ike apatow: -throws it open, looking aggravated- Oh my god. Don't tell me Mayra sent you to bust up more of my stuff? Because lemme tell you, I don't own that much, and she- -he pauses, noticing the look on her face- Morenita, what's wrong? Are you okay?

Nicki Torres: -She doesn't even hear what he says when he opens the door. She just looks at him with her frantic face before walking in- Necesito ayuda. Ares is taking me on a date mañana y yo no se what he's got planned or a donde vas. ¿Qué debo hacer? What do I wear? Esta es una mala idea. I'm not good on dates, Papi!

ike apatow: Why didn't you ask me to come to your place? That's where all your clothes are. -he shakes his head, taking her hands and shutting the door behind him with his foot- Okay, okay. You want something to drink? I got that rosehip tea the kitchen's making. -he doesn't wait for an answer and puts the kettle up- So you don't know what he's planning, huh? You gotta be ready for all possibilities.

Nicki Torres: Well that's it, isn't it? I don't have anything! You see what I'm wearing? I have six variations of this and all of them are either ripped, stained or both! I don't exactly have go on a date clothes. -her bottom lip pops out into a pout as he puts the kettle on- No. He said he just wants us to get away and it just be the two of us.

ike apatow: -he leaves the kettle and goes over to Nicki, wrapping her up in his arms and peppering the side of her face with kisses as she frets- We'll get you something nice. I bet there's plenty of ladies in town who'd love to doll you up for your date. What I can help you with is calming down and talking it through. You think he'd take you out of town for it?

Nicki Torres: -Nicki can't bring herself to hug him back as she is full on freaking out. And she's pretty sure he's trapping her arms at this point- I don't think so. He said inside town so that can be anywhere.

ike apatow: No no no that's good! That cuts it down. -he pulls her to sit at his rickety kitchen table- Okay, so. Ares is very nice and he loves you but he's no big braintrust, so. That means either he's latched on to something you told him that you like, or it's gonna be like taking you on a dinner date.

Nicki Torres: -She lets him sit her down and rests her elbows on his table- That's the thing - I can't think of anything I've told him that sets up a date.

ike apatow: -he gazes at her a little softly from over by the kettle- No, you wouldn't remember, would you. -makes them both haphazard cups of tea with the leaves and a full rosehip sitting in her cup and sits down too- Okay. Well, it's not gonna be hoity-toity, and it's not gonna be something real intellectual like, I dunno, calculating where the stars are in the sky, so that leaves either something fun or something sweet.

Nicki Torres: -Nicki leans forward and rests her head in her palms as she tries to think. She only sits up when Ike reappears with a cup and she holds it but nothing else- I am bad at dates, Ike. Dates, surprises, being sweet or adorable or anything that comes with the territory.

ike apatow: See now - I don't think that's true, my girl. I think it's some idea you got of yourself that you're not the type for things that're gentle and sweet. But that’s who you're dating now, and he's gonna give you all the opportunities for you to try it out.

Nicki Torres: -Nicki looked up at Ike with a pretty unenthusiastic look- It's not an idea. I didn't date people before everything happened.

ike apatow: No, that's not what I... -reaches over to clasp her arm- it's not how you see yourself. Inside. Meant for all the sweetsy frilly hearts and flowers.

Nicki Torres: -Nicki breathes out hard as her hands fall to lay flat on the table- I just don't want to mess up, Papi. Is that stupid?

ike apatow: -sips his tea, then sets it down- Yes. Yeah that's stupid. -he shifts his chair out, reaching over to wrangle Nicki onto his lap- You won't mess up. Ares is a fucked-up little pup but he loves you. So look at it that way, huh? It's not like you're with someone normal and you're the messy one. He loves you, actual adorable fierce loving you, not some Hallmark ideal.

Nicki Torres: -Nicki doesn't even bother fighting it as Ike drags her into his lap. Instead she just settles there and wraps an arm precariously around his shoulder and leans into him- I love him too, but between us, I am the messy one, because instead of facing that I went and picked a fight with Zack at prom.

ike apatow: Is that why you did it. Here I thought you were just aching for a scrap.

Nicki Torres: -Nicki shook her head- I mean, I was, but that wasn't what the real reason was.

ike apatow: Honey. -jogs her more firmly onto him, one arm looped around her hips- Nobody except you thinks you're gonna fuck this up. And okay, you reacted dumb when he told you, but you're past that now. You can be past that now. What exactly could go so wrong on one date?

Nicki Torres: -Nicki rides the momentum and adjusts her hold on him. She listens and sighs as she thinks about the number of things that could go wrong- I don't know....something that just makes him stop being in love with me?

ike apatow: Like what. Work things out aloud with me. I guarantee you won't come up with anything.

Nicki Torres: -Nicki's mouth opens as she tries to think of something but nothing comes out. She does this a few times and winds up just softly glaring at Ike-

ike apatow: -chuckles low and warm, jostling her on his lap- See. What did I tell ya. You're good to go, madchen.

Nicki Torres: Okay, genio, if you're so smart, then why do I feel all fluttery and shit inside?

ike apatow: -he stares at her for a minute, then stands up, picking her up with him, and tosses her on his bed, lying down half on top of her to tickle her sides- Because you're in love, you dope! That's what it feels like! You're fluttery because you love him and he loves you back and he wants to take you on a date and you guys already spend work time together but you still wanna spend time together outside of that because you love being around each other!

Nicki Torres: -Nicki smirks rather smugly as he stares at her but it quickly vanishes as he tosses her onto his bed. Her sides tingle as he tickles her and she squirms as she tries to bat his hands away- Ay, Papi, alto, alto! Nada mas! -she's laughing through the tickles but she still hears what he's saying- Okay, okay, I get the picture.

ike apatow: -slows down, letting his fingers just brush against her ribs back and forth as he props up on his elbow and smiles fondly down at her- Good. I'm glad for you both. I like seeing you happy with each other. -he kisses her cheekbone, then her mouth, slowly- I like knowing he gives you the flutters. Because you sure as hell give 'em to him. He could barely figure himself out when he was telling me how he felt about you.

Nicki Torres: -Her laughter subsides into a soft giggle as he shifts the intensity of his touch. Her arms uncurl from her sides to cease protecting her to wrap up around his shoulders and run her fingers through his hair as she kisses him back- Wait, he told you how he felt about me? Cuando?

ike apatow: I mean, not eloquently or anything. So that's something else you two have in common. -snerks, with a snorty guffaw, but keeps smiling at her- But yeah. He told me during Prom and I was, of fuckin' course, delighted to hear it. Especially with how he looked all lit up when he saw I thought it was fantastic.

Nicki Torres: Har, har, very funny. -Nicki sticks her tongue out at him playfully. But her cheeks blossom just a bit when he mentions how Ares lit up- Aww, he got my Papi's approval.

ike apatow: -groans, falling back against the bed but laughing anyhow- Yeah, yeah. I can't pretend I didn't like it, though. You kids are all mine and I like it when you're happy. When you learn all the ways you're allowed to be happy.

Nicki Torres: -Nicki laughs as she turns on her side and props her head with her hand so she can look down at him- I like making you happy. -she dances her fingers up and down his chest- So...what all did he say?

ike apatow: Fuck, what am I, his diary? Jesus. Uhhhhh... -he rubs his forehead, trying to recall- He said you were the person he wanted to love and be loved by, but he was scared that he was too much of a mess. And that neither of you would know what you were doing. And he wasn't sure he could give you what you wanted. So there, you're not the only one who's got nerves. If that makes you feel better?

Nicki Torres: In this exact moment, you are. -she bites her lower lip as she watches him search for the answer. Everything he says makes her feel even more fluttery but in a good way. Not a nervous, anxious way- It does, actually. -she leans down and kisses where his jaw meets his neck-

ike apatow: Well, good. I think I gave him some pret-ty good advice, since you're here now trying to ask me how to behave on your first date. -lifts his hand to lazily flick his fingers through her hair- You two aren't like other people. You're raiders. That's gonna go a long way to keeping things sweet between you.

Nicki Torres: Yeah, I think you did too. Much better than Orion. -she shifts to curl into his side and nuzzle against the crook of his neck- You're not worried we're gonna cause problems being raiders?

ike apatow: You can't expect Orion to know what to say about this kinda stuff! That's totally outside his realm of knowledge. -tucks her in tight against him, humming at her question- No. I mean, Orion and me are kinda ... together? In a completely non-traditional, undefinable, incomprehensible sense of the word, but yeah. We're kinda soul-bonded. I think with the four of us it's a best-case scenario, honestly - who else would understand what it's like? We were halfway there, let's be real. Being in-love loving each other is just a new aspect of it.

Nicki Torres: -she coils around him as he tucks her in, resting her leg over his hip and effectively intertwining with him- Oh we were absolutely almost there, but we both know you would not have been able to handle me if you were in love with me.

ike apatow: -makes a humming, questioning sound- Oh? How d'you figure?

Nicki Torres: Well, ain't it obvious? -she raises her head and brandishes her feline-esque smirk- I'm a Wildfire. I can't be tamed.

ike apatow: -huffs a laugh, tugging her back- Awright, awright, settle down. You're too pleased with yourself right now. -is quiet for a moment, companionably, before asking- So who d'you think is gonna have the best wardrobe to raid? I'm assuming Mayra.

Nicki Torres: -Nicki laughs with him as she curls back against him upon his bidding. She lays there with him, staring at the blank wall with her ear against his chest and enjoying the sound of his heart beating against her face- Oh, absolutely Mayra. Her and I used to switch clothing all the time when we lived together.

ike apatow: I can never figure out which one of you taught the other one everything she knows. I think I've heard each of you say it.

Nicki Torres: We've taught each other. She's still teaching me and I'm still teaching her. But I definitely taught her most of what she knows. -she knows she's just being difficult now-

ike apatow: -gives a slight nod- Ohhhh-kay. Well ... teach her better.

Nicki Torres: I'm working on it. Apparently so is David. -she looks up at Ike with a knowing smirk on her face-

ike apatow: -he doesn't say anything for a while, lost in his own thoughts, then turns his chin down to look at her, frowning slightly- ... what??

Nicki Torres: -Nicki nods- He's been teaching her to defend herself. And, get this - she got him to smile. Still don't know how she did it.

ike apatow: -grunts, deep in his chest- I don't care if Davey-boy smiled or giggled or went skipping by the lake, I'm not like the rest of you piddling with joy when he has an expression. I'm just hoping beyond fucking hope that it'll get Mayra off my fuckin' jock and she'll leave me in peace.

Nicki Torres: -Nicki laughed and shook her head as she kept resting there with Ike- Well, we gotta find something to entertain us in this tiny ass world and it's better than me going to find someone or something to punch, right?

ike apatow: It's fine for you, just me who doesn't care. -chews on it for a while- You think they're gonna get together?

Nicki Torres: -Nicki shrugs- I don't know. Probably not. I don't think either of them are interested in each other like that. Although, I do wonder what David is like in the sack....-she says it playfully as she glances at Ike out of the corner of her eyes

ike apatow: -he's too caught up in the cycle of his own concerns to notice, frowning slightly- Well, that sucks. But I should've expected Davey-boy can't pull the trigger on something like that. -gently but firmly moves Nicki aside, rolling to sit up on the side of the bed, rubbing his hands over his face before letting them dangle between his knees, saying sourly- I guess I'm gonna have to keep on bearing the brunt of Mayra's love. -the way he says it makes it clear there's basically air quotes around the word-

Nicki Torres: -Nicki's brow furrows as he pushes her off and she sits up, watching him. But he doesn't leave her guessing for long and crawls up behind him and begins to knead out his shoulders with her hands- Háblame, mi vida.

ike apatow: What? -turns his head slightly to cock a look at her over his shoulder, already sounding irritated- What am I gonna tell you that isn't gonna end up with another lecture about how all of Mayra's precious girl-feelings are the most important thing in the world?

Nicki Torres: Because I'm not a lecturer. And I care about you so when something is bugging you, I want to know and then I know how I can teach Mayra better.

ike apatow: I don't think there's any point to it. Her feelings are always gonna trump mine because that's how it works.

Nicki Torres: -Nicki sighs but keeps massaging his shoulders- That's where you're wrong. -she lets go of one of his shoulders and gently grabs his chin to turn his face towards her- Your feelings matter to me.

ike apatow: -lets her turn his face, holding her gaze, but that's all- Right up until it's time for Mayra to talk about how I've darkened her skies or knocked her chakra over or whatever. It's fine. You're her friend, you were her friend first, you're like sisters. I'm not trying to take that away from either of you.

Nicki Torres: -Nicki runs her thumb against his cheek and into his beard- And I need you both. But I am here for you, no matter what and I want to take care of you. I don't like seeing you so sad.

ike apatow: Okay. -pets her hand, then stands up, going to pick up their mugs from the table and dump the tea in the sink- See this? -holds up the Stimpy mug- It's new. Y'know how I don't really have much stuff? Two plates, two cups, two mugs. Mayra came over to yell at me for getting violent with Cole. Which involved breaking one of my mugs and slapping me. -he puts the mugs in the sink and stands there, hands against the edge of it, chewing on nothing-

Nicki Torres: -Nicki lets go and curls her legs under her to sit back as she watches him dump the tea. She stays silent, only nodding as she lets him talk and eventually her shoulders slump. It sounded very much like what she had done with Zack after she found out he had attacked Ike- Okay, that's a bad habit learned from me. Lo siento. -and it also explained his greeting- Although....didn't you fight Cole because of what he said about Mayra? Why did she get angry about that?

ike apatow: Do you think I understand why she gets angry about anything? She hit me because I told her to act like a grown-up. -he looks over at Nicki after a moment, face hardening slightly- Don't make excuses for her. You two both encourage each other to act like that, maybe, but she insists she's not a child so don't take the blame for her actions. Ironic coming from me, I know, but. Anyhow.

Nicki Torres: -Nicki doesn't cower or diminish beneath his hard stare. She's seen it enough times- Alright, then, no excuses. But I can still be sorry that she did that to you.

ike apatow: -he repeats himself, slower- Aaaanyhow. -rubs his thumbs along the inside rim of the sink, staring down into the drain; it doesn't seem like he has anything else to say-

Nicki Torres: -Nicki takes that as her queue and stands up- Thank you for talking me off the ledge Papi. -She walks up to him and gives him a slow kiss- Te amo, mi vida. I've got an outfit to go pick out....unless, of course, you want me to stick around and do that thing you like.

ike apatow: -he lets her kiss him, not kissing back a whole lot and just grunting when she makes her offer -- but as she turns to leave, he reels her back in and just presses the side of his face to her head for a while before letting go again, saying as he walks over to his bed- Wear a colour, don't just choose black. You look like a whole goddamn fireworks show when you wear colours.

Nicki Torres: -Nicki feels bad for leaving Ike like this and even his lack of reaction to her offer leaves a pit in her stomach. She figures she'll give him a bit - the two of them were always the brood instead of talking types. But as he pulls her in she smiles softly and hugs him back just before he releases her to wander over to his bed- Anything other than black. Got it. -She meanders to the door and casts him a look back- I'll be sure to tell you everything afterwards.

ike apatow: Keep a little bit for yourself, wildfire. -he's kicking one of his mats straight where it folded over, not looking at her, but his voice is warm- Have a good time.

#with: nicki #c: nic003

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dankusner · 5 months

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’90s...

Pouring it on—thick

Legendary bartender Betty Moore serves up 47 years of Dallas memories

BETTY BAD-ASS: Moore's a rootin'-tootin Dallas dame.

By DANIEL KUSNER | Aug. 17, 2007

It's another blistering afternoon on Maple Avenue.

And from behind the bar at Buddies II, Betty Moore saunters over and asks what I want to drink.

I tell her I remember working behind that same bar — 17 years ago.

When it was called The Wave.

"Well, that's nothing," she tells me. Moore has been working at Buddies II for 25 years: 15 years at its present location and 10 years at its previous digs.

This Saturday, she'll be roasted — in the Dean Martin tradition, where friends insult, praise and give heartwarming tributes.

Moore's roast is expected to be a hybrid of good-natured skewering, white-trash heckling and old-school memories of Dallas' gay past.

Wearing a pair of Wranglers so stiff you could use them to splint broken bones, Moore is practically a walking volume of Southwestern history.

She was born in Hugo, Okla., in 1929 — during the height of the Prohibition.

In 1930, another Betty arrived on the scene: Betty Boop, and Moore has been a lifelong admirer of the overtly sexual cartoon flapper.

Moore flashes me a Boop keychain that's fastened to a loop that also holds a 20-year-old hand-tooled leather belt.

Moore's childhood was spent riding horsess playing tennis and watching her older sibling go to college and get married.

"No, I wasn't a feminist! I was none of that," Moore says. "I just wasn't much interested in following that family tradition.”

The city nearest to Hugo was Paris, Texas — about 130 miles away.

Moore's family ran a farm and her father also worked in the railroad business.

But Betty's eyes widen when she talks about her "rich aunt, Sue Fitzhugh," whose husband ran a distributorship for Pearl Brewery and was the same family that Dallas' Fitzhugh Avenue was named after.

Moore was Aunt Sue's favorite niece.

Between regular visits to Big D, the twosome often toured the U.S.

"I remember she took me to, New York in 1959, and we saw Auntie Mame' on Broadway with Rosalind Russell. We stayed at the Del Monaco and met Ed Sullivan, who lived at the hotel," she remembers.

By 1960, when Moore was in her early 30s, her parents passed away, and the family house and farm were sold.

Aunt Sue convinced Moore to move to Dallas.

When she relocated to North Texas, Moore brought along a special ladyfriend, who was then in her late teens.

"I don't really want to talk about all that," she says exasperated. "I lived a different life back then.”

In the '60s, Moore was a stylish gal: She rode in limousines to Neiman Marcus and lounged about poolside at the country club.

And that's when she first heard about Trader Vick's — an "itty bitty" bar on Monticello Avenue. "Some people at the pool were talking about these 'queers.' They'd go to Trader Vick's and watch them. Back then, I was all hoity-toity. And I said, 'Of course I'll never go there,*" Moore remembers. "Well, I practically broke my neck running to the showers so I could jump in my car and rush over there.”

Pulling teeth is easier than interviewing Moore.

Just when she offers up a juicy detail about her illustrious past, she throws her hands up and warns me, "Now, you can't print that or I shoot you with my 25 automatic.”

Her thirsty patrons laugh and say, "Betty's sure is a feisty pistol, huh?”

"I miss the old days. They were wild. Even though the police raided the bars, things seemed more relaxed. And people seemed more tight-knit back then," she remembers. "But I'm friends with everyone.”

In the early '80s, Moore started working behind the bar.

Since then, she's slung drinks at Bootcamp, The Peacock and The Hideaway.

Her 25th anniversary roast at Buddies II promises to be a hoot.

During our chitchat, Moore got to check out the poster that was created for the party.

She touches the sides of her face when she sees the photo of herself brandishing a rifle while three hillbilly-looking slobs look in fear as they rassle near their mobile home.

"Oh, wonderful," she beams. "It's going to be a trailer trash party.”

A SIZZLING ROAST: Betty Moore's 25th Anniversary Party and Roast Aug 18 at Buddies II, 4025 Maple. Ave. $10 donation requested.

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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 2 years

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Reunited: Part 1

Jeez...You were gone for like...what? A few days? And all that happened?

Yeah. But don’t worry, we managed to sort everything out.

Tch! I really don’t know who’s side Kuripa is on these days!

Yeah, I’m with Tenko. I know he protected us at camp, but are we sure we can totally trust the guy?

Actually, that’s the thing.

Kuripa felt guilty for not being able to protect us back at the camp, so the reason he’s gone the extra mile to complete Rantaro’s task is because he wants to make up for that.

So if anything, it’s RANTARO’s fault.

Wha-hey! That’s a little unfair, don’t you think?

I have to say. When I heard you’d joined up with ERR0RM3SS4GE I was surprised. Of all the things you could have been up to these past few years.

Yeah. It’s been interesting though. I’ve gotten to see you guys thriving and doing your thing, while I’ve been sneaking behind the scenes.

Yeah, about that...

*Keebo stands up.

Why didn’t you and your organization jump in and help us stop Zetsubou when they attacked and kidnapped our friends?

In fact, why not help us with any other terrible thing before that? Like when Haiji Towa attacked the city? Or when Zetsubou tried to overtake the Novoselic Kingdom? Or when Makoto was on the run?

Or when Zetsubou erased my memories?

...

Well Rantaro?

Well, let me put it this way. Even though I act like I know what I’m doing, compared to Agent Static, and the other ERR0RM3SS4GE agents, I’m still very much the greenie.

Pun...not intended.

Basically I take orders from everyone above my station. And my senpai instructed me not to get involved until this point.

Why?

I don’t really know myself...but I can think of a few reasons. The main one however that the organization agrees on is that if we were there from the start, you wouldn’t have been able to grow and develop the way you have.

I mean...look at all you’ve been through and look at how much stronger you’ve grown from it.

That’s bullshit. Maybe we have learned and grown, but that learnin’ and growin’ ain’t worth all the things we’ve lost!

If you’d been there for us, Himiko and Maki might still be here! Ryoma might still have his old friends here! And Shuichi might still have his hands!

Hell, you’re good with computers! Maybe if you’d shown up and helped me find another way to fix Keebo, we would have gotten him back sooner and the whole thing here at the Tower wouldn’t have happened!

Miu...

But that’s what I mean. Think about it for a moment.

Would everyone here say that what happened after the incident at the Tower ended up changing Miu for the better?

Now that he mentions it...I doubt the old Miu would even be up and making points like this if that incident hadn’t happened.

Yeah, she’d probably be her old hoity-toity self...You really HAVE changed a lot since then.

Ah-!? Uh...

I’m not expecting thanks for anything. Just know that if I could have helped, I would have.

But I’m of the same mind as my peers. If they say it’s so, it’s so. If Bluescreen says something’s black, it’s black. If it’s white, it’s white. No one really questions her.

So...Bluescreen is your leader or something?

No, actually, she’s vice-captain. But she is INCREDIBLY demanding.

If she’s anything as demanding as Himuro, then I dread to imagine what she’s like.

Uh-huh...? And who is this “Agent Bluescreen” really?

What part of “Anonymous Hacker Organization” don’t you understand?

Tch!

Look here Rantaro. A lot of Future Foundation’s current movements are riding on ERR0RM3SS4GE’s current info. But given how mysterious you are, whether said info is trustworthy or not remains to be seen.

What are you saying?

I’m saying that while I’m sure the FF have reason to rely on you, I don’t feel comfortable about betting everyone’s lives on a source that we know barely anything about. It’s not necessarily YOU that I’m wary of, it’s your whole organization.

Hate to say it Rantaro, but he is right.

*sigh*

*Rantaro walks over to a wheelie chair in the corner of Mona’s office, turned it around and manspreads on it.

Uugh! Why do you sit like that!? It’s infuriating!

...

*Rantaro stands up again, then spins the chair around and sits on it normally.

Oh uh...you actually stopped...

Yeah. Ever since I got here, you guys have just been hurling complaints at me. “Sit normally” “help us out” “protect our friends.”

Let’s just say that this will be the first of all those complaints that I will FIX.

What do you mean?

*Bzzt!* *Bzzt!*

Huh?

*Kaito’s phone suddenly starts buzzing in his pocket. He takes it out and looks at the screen.

Who is it?

Unknown number...Looks like a payphone address.

Answer it.

Huh? Uh...alright...

*He answers the phone and puts it up to his ear.

Hello?

Ngh...Kai...to...?

!!!??

*Kaito’s body goes stiff, and his expression quickly shifts into panic.

What’s wrong!?

M-Maki-roll...!? Is that you...!?

*Everyone jumps to their feet.

WHAT!?

Did you just say MAKI!?

...

Wait but...I thought she was still in Zetsubou base!?

Kaito! Put it on speaker, now!

Ah!

*Kaito does as he’s told and puts his line on speaker. Maki’s exhausted and painful voice sounds out throughout the room.

Grgh...Kaito...h...help...me...

What’s going on!? Where are you!?

W-We’re...We’re at...a bar near Hiro...shima...I ngh...

Maki! Are you alright!? You sound injured!

I-I’m fine! Egh...Just...tired...Please, hurry...I have to...end...the call...before they...find me...Ngh...

Maki-MAKI!? No NO NO NO NOO!

*Before Kaito can get more information, Maki ends the call.

...!

...

//MAKI HARUKAWA CAN NOW RECIEVE ASKS//

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #rantaro amami #kaede akamatsu #shuichi saihara #kaito momota #maki harukawa #ryoma hoshi #kirumi tojo #gonta gokuhara #tenko chabashira #miu iruma #keebo #k1-b0 #rise and shine arc

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lovecanyon · 3 years

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euphoria!harry and YN….. WE NEED MORW IF THEM

SECRETS OUT

dealer!harry x jacobs!y/n

(MASTERLIST) (EUPHORIA MASTERLIST)

Rue quickly greets Lexi as she clutches onto her stomach walking inside the house.

"Are you okay?" Lexi asks her friend who looked sick and pale.

"Mm-mh. I think I just have like, a cold or something."

"Okay, well don't get me sick 'cause I have rehearsal." Lexi tells Rue as she takes a step back.

"I can't, I can't get you sick." Rue yawns as Lexi nervously smiles crossing her arms.

"Okay, well, colds are contagious, so—"

"Yeah I realize that, but it's just, it's not that kind of thing. Can I use your bathroom." Rue quickly speaks but is soon cut off by a few footsteps.

“Hey Rue.” Maddy smiles walking up the stairs followed by Y/N, Kat and Cassie

“Hey oh. Oh hi.” Rue mumbles as Maddy brings her into a large hug. Soon after Maddy pulls away Y/N hugs Rue followed by Cassie and Kat.

"Oh my god. Hi Rue." Sue cheers but soon quickly her demeanor changes. "Oh, jeez. Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah."

"You look terrible.

"Yeah—"

"I mean, like really terrible."

"Yeah, I think I just have, like, a cold or something." Rue says.

"Well don't get me sick. I have a compromised immune system." Suze puts her hands up. "But otherwise, are you doing okay?" She questions as Kat and Maddy decide to go in the living room leaving Y/N standing next to Lexi.

"Uh-huh." Rue nods yawning leaning back on the wall.

"How's your mom? I was thinking about her the other day." Sue tells Rue who looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here.

"Yeah...she's good."

"And how's your sister?"

"Yeah, good."

"You staying clean?"

"Uh huh."

"Yeah? Being a good girl? How long have you been clean for?" Suze smiles looking kind of worried about Rue.

"Um, since the summertime." Rue says which makes Lexi and Y/N look at each other.

They knew about her problem and both carried guilt for not saying anything about it.

"Now, are you in AA, or are you in NA?" Suze asks.

"Um....NA."

"NA."

"Mm-hm."

"Okay good to hear. That's just terrific."

"I—" Rue tries to speak up as she points upstairs but gets quickly cut off by Suze.

"I'm not a big fan of AA. Honey, do you remember when your father sent me to AA that one time." Suze begins to laugh remembering the memory. "I was just kicking and screaming. Just a bunch of hoity-toity assholes giving me their advice whether you ask for it or not--"

"Suze, can I use your bathroom, please." Rue questions cutting off Suze's ranting.

"Absolutely." Suze agrees.

"Thank you so much." Rue tells her quickly making a run for the stairs.

"Knock yourself out, sweetheart. It's nice to see you. You look great." Suze says as Rue hurriedly rushes up the stairs. "She's not doing good." Suze mumbles as she passes by Y/N and Lexi.

Y/N looks at Lexi who was already looking at her with worried eyes.

"Ah, fuck. It'll never fuckin' end." Rue sighs as she bends down to sit on the stairs. Everyone was looking at Rue with pity, which she really fucking hated.

"This can't make you feel good, Rue. Living like this. Lying to the people you love, being mean to the people you love. This can't make you feel good about yourself." Leslie tells Rue who did not seem to care about her actions.

"I don't care. Just fucking leave me alone please."

Maddy grabs Y/N's hand to hold for comfort knowing how close she was with Rue.

"I know you're in pain." Leslie says as she begins to slowly make her way to the staircase.

"You have no fucking idea, mom." Rue winces in pain.

"Let's get back into the car, and take you to the hospital." Leslie softly speaks as Cassie walks into the room.

"I can't get clean. I can't do that shit forever." Rue breathes out wincing once again.

It was silent for a moment until Cassie speaks up.

"You don't have to. Just....take it one day at a time." Cassie says nodding and looking at everyone for support. Maddy gives her a small nod with a scrunched up face as Y/N just stands there with a blank look.

"Hey Cass?"

"Yeah?"

"I have a quick question for you."

"What?"

"How long have you been fucking Nate Jacobs?" Rue questions Cassie which makes her laugh nervously.

"Wh-what, what are you talking about?" Cassie stutters.

"How long have you been fucking Nate?" Rue retorts making Maddy and Y/N look at each other.

"I'm not. What? I'm not." Cassie laughs trying to convince everyone.

"What are you taking about?" Maddy speaks up questioning Rue.

"Oh I just-I, I saw her get in his truck and then, kiss him and drive off. That was, like...what, like uh...like a month ago."

"Uh—“

"Are you kidding me?" Maddy questions looking at the blonde who had tears in her eyes.

"Uhh."

"Cass, that's, like...really bad." Kat speaks up which makes Cassie start to full on cry.

Her crying made Maddy believe that she was sleeping with her ex.

"You're fucking Nate? Are you kidding me?" Maddy sharply says.

"No I...I don't even know why she would say that." Cassie nervously laughs.

"You're lying!" Maddy shouts.

"Yeah, can we just table this conversation." Suze says trying to de-escalate the situation.

"No, no you expect me to stand here next to my best friend who's been lying to me about fucking my ex boyfriend! I'm literally about to get violent." Maddy speaks with rage in her voice.

"No, there is no need to get violent, okay, because we are having an intervention. Stop it!" Suze tells Maddy.

"Let's just talk—" Kat whispers to Maddy but she ignores her friend.

"Oh, you're crying!"

"No—Maddy!"

"You're fucking crying, you fucking bitch." Maddy begins walking towards Cassie with Y/N quickly following behind her.

"Maddy, come on!"

"You're the one who's hurt. You're the most self centered, idiotic person I have ever fucking met." Maddy shoves her acrylic done finger in Cassie's face.

"Maddy."

"You fuck my ex, and you're fucking crying! Are you fucking kidding me?" Maddy shouts.

"Let's do this later." Kat tries to grab Maddy's arm.

"Look I'm sorry. I'm sorry but I don't give a shit who's fucking who, okay? If you're gonna taking about it, get out of the room." Leslie speaks up.

"Yeah, absolutely you're being an animal right now...to my girl."

"Cass, do you wanna go on a walk?"

"I don't even know why you're believing her. She's a drug addict." Cassie says glancing at Rue who slightly gasped.

"How long have you been fucking him? Be honest." Maddy asks Cassie.

"Maddy let's just do it later." Kat whispers.

"Kat shut the fuck up! How long have you been fucking him?" Maddy curses. When Cassie does not answer her she looks at Rue. "Rue? When was this?"

Rue stays silent for a moment before deciding to speak up.

"Right after New Year's."

"Oh! You dumb fucking bitch! I'm gonna fuck you up!" Maddy shouts which makes Cassie run to the stairs. "Don't fuckin' run away from me! You stupid fucking bitch!"

A loud bang wakes Harry up from his deep sleep.

"Get off of me! Get your fucking hands off of me!" A voice shouts.

Quickly Harry jumps out of bed and grabs his gun from the bedside table. When he rushes out to the hallway he sees Fez carrying Rue.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Nah you got to get the fuck out the house now!"

Harry and Ashtray make eye contact as Rue continues to beg Fez to let her stay. Soon after he hears the door slam shut and his brother's panting.

"You okay?" Harry asks Fez who nods and just falls onto his bed.

"I'm going to sleep."

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obsidiancreates · 2 years

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AU Where Stede Is Just Inexplicably Yolked, Dude

Weak. Delicate. Pathetic. All the words Izzy Hands would ever use to describe Stede Bonnet, joined only by the word 'annoying'.

That is, until Stede punches him in the face.

"Put your fuckin' back into it!" Izzy had been shouting as he made two of the useless crew (Roach? Wee John? He can't be arsed to remember their names) clean the deck.

"Actually," Stede had said in a sing-song voice as he walked up the stairs to the wheel, "We're going to forgo the chores today! I picked up some fab art supplies at port last time and-"

"Shut your fuckin' mouth."

Stede had stiffened. "Well. You could've phrased that more constructively-"

"Do you ever shut your fuckin' mouth?"

Stede had huffed, and then Ed had walked up. "Izzy, come on, man. He's the Captain."

"He's barely a Captain."

"It's his ship man."

And it had been enough. "And who's fuckin' fault is that, Edward? Who didn't steal the fuckin' ship like we'd planned? Who decided to let this ponce be in charge, huh?"

Ed had snarled back. "Think about who you're talking to, mate."

"I am. I'm not talking to Blackbeard, am I? I'm talking to Edward. A fuckin' soft-hearted, useless, doormat of a ma-"

And then there was a sharp pain and everything went black.

When he came to, he was on the deck with Fang and Ivan hovering over him while people chattered in the background. He slowly sat up and put his hand to his nose. His glove came away bloody, and the slight touch had sent sharp pain through his whole head.

"How the fuck did Captain do that?" he hears the scribe boy whispering, voice trembling a little.

"It's always the quiet ones," the chef says, looking up at the wheel. "Did I say so before?"

"Yeah, but that turned out to be an accident," the annoying bald fanboy whispers. "This was like. Real."

No. No. No fuckin' way.

Izzy looks up at the wheel and sees Ed and Stede in a heated conversation, and holy fuck that's Izzy's blood on Stede Bonnet's knuckles.

Finally, the two descend, and Stede looks sheepish. He gives a wobbling smile to his crew, clapping his hands together. "So, ah, allow me to apologize for losing my temper, there."

"You knocked a man out," the one in the orange beanie says. "You didn't even use the stun move."

"Yes, I know."

"How the fuck do you have the strength to do that?" the one who freaks out about cats asks, both intrigued and frightened.

"Well... I don't know. I suppose the layers of my outfit get rather heavy sometimes."

Everyone stares. Stede clears his throat. "Anyway, it was completely unprofessional of me to strike someone else's First Mate over some harsh words. Now- oh, good, he's awake. Izzy Hands, I deeply apologize for um-"

"Smashing his nose in?" Jim (Izzy can remember Jim easily, that one's made of different stuff than the rest) provides.

"Yes. That." Stede offers an ingenuine apologetic smile. Izzy knows it's not genuine because the man never stops with the genuineness, and it's absence is almost shocking.

"You fuckin'-" Izzy begins to growl, but his own blood gurgles in his throat and Ed is looking at Stede with something like reverence and Stede, under all that hoity-toity propriety and apologetic nature, looks proud of himself.

And Izzy doesn't know if he could stand getting knocked out by Stede Fuckin' Bonnet twice.

"I accept your apology," he mumbles.

Stede grins and claps his hands together once again, and Izzy wants to punch himself in the nose when he flinches at it.

#our flag means death #crack fic #ofmd #ofmd edward teach #ofmd izzy #ofmd stede #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 years

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Twisted Tarot XVI — The Tower

"Everything happens for a reason. That reason causes change. Sometimes it hurts. Sometimes it's sad. But in the end, it is all for the best."

The Tower, Upright: sudden change, upheaval, chaos, revelation, awakening

The Tower, Reversed: personal transformation, fear of change, averting disaster

He is disaster incarnate, the bringer of ruin--or so the rumors and whispers of the court and his people say. Sounding upheaval like no other, he will incite change that will have ripple effects on generations to come. From the rubble of disaster, he will be reborn anew... Stronger, wiser, and more resilient than ever.

Reveal the Shape of thy Soul...

... Leona Kingscholar!

“I can’t believe you snuck out of the palace again. You’d think princes had better things to do than run around the streets like peasants.”

“Shut up, Ruggie,” Leona growled, slamming a fist down on a rickety coffee table. The force caused some wood to splinter off and scatter across the patchwork floor.

Leaving more destruction in his wake.

“Be careful!!” the hyena hissed, rushing over with a platter of mismatched cups and bowls. He had had enough practice from his part-time jobs to not spill any while running. “You’re gonna ruin the one good table we’ve got!!”

“... Tch.”

Leona didn’t apologize. Instead, he swiped a chipped bowl from Ruggie and downed the contents in one gulp—praying it would help to drown his frustrations.

It didn’t.

Leona grimaced at the strange flavor that spilled across his tongue. Salt, chicken, milk, and tea encased in a minty note. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand.

The walls and floors and furniture slowly falling apart around him. No matching items in a tea set—not even a complete tea set from the looks of the bowl Leona had just drank out of. Not enough coin to afford to regularly wash their silverware.

“... Are you sure this isn’t a dog house?”

“Figures you silver spoon types would say stuff like that.” Ruggie sighed and rolled his eyes as he collapsed beside the lion at the coffee table. “Alright, ‘fess up. What happened this time, huh?”

Leona scowled into the small pool of tea-soup that remained in his bowl. “................................. Falena got on my case about school again. A letter came in the mail. Black envelope, gold embossing. Wax seal with a bird on it.”

Ruggie’s ears perked up. “You don’t mean...”

Leona nodded. “Night Raven College.”

“Man.” The hyena let out a low whistle. “Imagine being picked to go there. Sure is a step up from the hoity toity Royal Sword Academy your bro was thinkin’ of sendin’ you off to. Congrats, Leo—”

“I don’t want to go.”

“HUH?!” Ruggie almost spilled his own cup of tea-soup. “You don’t want to go to school? Why not?!”

“I already know everything I need to,” Leona scoffed bitterly. “Why attend when they can’t teach me anything new? It’d be a waste of time and energy.”

“So you’re just gonna ditch?! That’s just... just... gaaah, I don’t get you rich people sometimes...!!” Ruggie groaned, clutching at his forehead. “You know how many of us normal people would kill to get that invite to NRC?”

“Yeah, like now. You look like you’d try to kill me and claim my spot as your own.”

“Hell yeah I would. Too bad I can’t pass as Sunset Savanna royalty so easily though. You lucked out.” Ruggie playfully punched Leona on the shoulder. “... Seriously though, you’re just throwing away your golden opportunity like this? You’re giving up on school? On your future?”

“I said I didn’t want to go. But... I’ve decided I need to anyway.”

“Ehh? That’s a shocker.” Ruggie’s ears twitched as he suspiciously regarded his prince. “Alright, what gives?��

A deep glower set itself onto Leona’s regal features. “Anything to spite Falena—anything to avoid going to his stupid, stuck-up alma mater. And anything to get out of the damn palace, away from everything.”

“What about already knowing everything? You’ll probably be super bored in class.”

“... Clearly, there’s stuff I’ve missed out on.” Leona gestured to the crumbling living space they sat in. “All of this, for example. I still can’t believe you manage to survive like this.”

“When you’re born with nothing, you’ve got no choice bit to scrape by to make ends meet,” Ruggie had once explained to him.

It was a mind-bending concept for one born into privilege.

“Wow, you got so repulsed by poorness that it 180’d you thoughts on learning?” The hyena’s face crumpled in confusion.

“Heh. Nothing quite as simple as that. It was just a reminder, a wake-up call—that’s all. Something to jump start a number of thoughts.”

Rumbling laughter filled the room as Leona toyed with the rim of his bowl. It was chilling, causing even Ruggie to shiver.

“Inequality exists everywhere you turn, doesn’t it? Haves and have-nots. The fortunate and the unfortunate. It’s the difference between the rich and the poor, between heaven and hell. Life’s just not fair. That’s why...”

A dark look passed his face as his grip on the bowl tightened. The material softened at his touch, melting away into fine granules of sand on the table.

Something that crumbled away into nothing so easily.

Ruggie’s mouth went bone-dry, and his hands and forehead, clammy. Such a raw display of power set even the easygoing hyena on edge.

“L-Leona-san...?”

The lion smirked.

“... I’ll tear it all down from within.”

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untaemedqueen · 3 years

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Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 28.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings In This Chapter: Use Of A Sex Toy, Lactation Kink, Degradation, Daddy Kink, Begging, Sex Over A Desk, Bratty!OC, Dom!Yoongi, Mentions Of The Color System, Sex Against A Window, Exhibitionism, Praise, Multiple Orgasms, Cream Pie, Insecure!Yoongi

A/N: I’m back from vacation. Here is your weekly dose of Yoongles. Also big ups to my ladies @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia, @ppersonna. Love yall.

Why do people even get married? If you had it your way you would just get married at City Hall with your parents and best friends. But getting married to a CEO is never that easy. Combine that with your raging hormones, sore back and ankles, and your overbearing, over the top best friend… it's all a bit much to handle. Not to mention now that everyone knows who you are, you have eyes on you at all times.

Although, you know how happy Yoongi is about all of this. You can see how he radiates joy with each step as you walk hand in hand together out in public. That pretty much makes it all worth it.

"I'm allergic to coconut," Yoongi breathes out, pushing the plate of wedding cake in front of him away.

You hum in agreement, leaning back into the plush armchair.

"They're all so good, I don't know what to pick." you say truthfully, looking over the multitude of wedding cake samples that are spread across the exorbitantly large dining room table.

"Well, you have… twenty minutes to figure it out." Leena notifies you from the other end of the room.

"You know, you're like a drill sergeant or something," you murmur.

You can hear Yoongi's gentle snigger when she narrows her eyes at you. "My perfect, amazing, gorgeous best friend is only getting married once. It has to be the event of a lifetime. So strap in and call me General Matrimony."

"Hear, hear." your fiance agrees smothering your cheek with a kiss.

"In my opinion the double chocolate fudge with marshmallow Swiss buttercream is the best." Leena decides, pointing to the cake in the middle of the table.

"Too sweet." you and the CEO reply at the same time.

She sneers at your combined cuteness.

"Are we trying to be disgustingly decadent or classy?" Yoongi quips to you, throwing his arm over your shoulder.

Leaning your temple against him, your cheeks puff out in thought. "Disgustingly classy?"

Leena points at you with her gold pen. "Love that."

The CEO snorts loudly, running the tip of his nose over your temple.

"If we're being disgustingly classy, we should do the chocolate chiffon cake with the light white raspberry filling." you announce, pointing at the cake in front of you.

"That was really good," Yoongi agrees, planting his hand on your protruding stomach.

Leena looks up at you over her clipboard impressed. "If I knew you were gonna turn into some hoity toity queen, Miss Thing -- I would have shoved you at Yoongi a long time ago." she jeers.

You roll your eyes with a laugh before wincing at a kick that's just a bit too tender on the ribs.

"Honggi. Relax, buddy." Yoongi mutters in your direction.

You had decided on a name last night. It honestly didn't take you long at all. You and your fiance are always on the same page.

Honggi is a powerful name and Yoongi's son should have that prowess and power behind him.

Yoongi came to love the simple word almost immediately and even when you were drifting off to sleep, you could hear the CEO murmuring semblances of the name.

When Leena looks over you both, her sharp and intense features begin to soften. "God, you guys are cute. It's fucking disgusting." she whines, sipping her champagne.

Shaking his head with a laugh your soon-to-be husband seems to agree. "I'm not the one who brings the cuteness here." he chirps, running his thumb in loving strokes over your distended skin.

Leena gives you a moment or two to calm down before hardening her gaze and tapping the famed clipboard with her pen. "Floral arrangements, come on folks! We don't have time!"

"Wedding tyrant." Yoongi breathes playfully, earning a snort from you.

"Good morning, Sir." Shea calls to Yoongi as he gets out of the elevator.

"Hey, Shea. Mornin'." the CEO mutters, running his fingers through his perfectly styled hair.

It was no secret that after the unfortunate incident with his mother, you started to despise Kira. You never said anything of course, you were too kind for that. But Yoongi knew, he always knows. So he did what he thought was best and let her go. He did however give her a gigantic 'keep quiet' sum of money as well as having her sign a NDA. He wasn't about to let the woman that's kept him company many times throughout many years go blabbering at the mouth due to being disgruntled.

"You have two meetings today and then after lunch you have a few contracts to sign." Shea explains.

Yoongi likes that she's strictly business. And more importantly, she doesn't look at him like he's a piece of meat on sale at the butchers.

"Thanks." he breathes, picking up his coffee from the reception desk.

"Oh! And your fiance called!" she beams.

He knows she's a fan of your artwork and just the mention of you has both of them smiling like idiots. Nothing like simping to start off the day.

"Oh? Is she okay?" he inquires, pulling out his phone.

"She said she's bringing you lunch, so don't eat." Shea instructs.

He hums thoughtfully. "Well, I guess I'm pretty lucky. Huh?" he quips, heading towards his office.

The day goes by slower and slower with each passing minute. He equates it to being away from you and his son if he's being honest.

The meetings are all the same. Boring and tedious with glasses of whisky to take the boredom even slightly away.

The old men that seem to run the company beneath him have more to say about the project managers than their own jobs. It's almost baffling.

But when Yoongi gets the solace of being in his exorbitantly large office again on his own, he finds peace there.

Shea wasn't too forthcoming with just how many contracts he has to sign and the stack of them on his desk makes his eye twitch.

"God, when is lunch?" he breathes, turning around in his large chair to look at the sonogram painting of his son you so artfully created.

Digging into his suit pocket, he looks for the trusty gold pen he uses to sign documents -- but he feels something else first. It's small, fitting in his palm and his eyebrows furrow. When he pulls it out, he can't say he isn't confused.

You did pick out his suit this morning, much like you do every morning but he's never had a remote in his pocket before.

Picking up his phone, he's immediately intrigued.

The phone rings loudly in his ear and suddenly he's forgotten all about work.

"Hello?"

"Little dove." his voice sounds confused and playful at best.

He examines the small black remote, having no idea what on Earth it's for.

"Yeah?" you quip back.

"I found a remote in my pocket. Any idea why?" he prods, his eyebrows flickering up expectantly.

The hum of uncertainty you give makes him all the more curious.

"No. Why is there a remote in your pocket? Did you take the garage remote instead of your car key?" you inquire.

It's simply ridiculous but now he's questioning himself. "What? No! Then how would I have gotten to work?"

He presses the 'On' button and flips it over in his hand expectantly.

"Oh God," you whisper softly.

"You okay? Is Honggi kicking a lot?" Yoongi asks, putting down the remote to give you his full attention.

"N-No. I was just surprised. I'm in the car, now on my way over to your office."

Your voice sounds breathless and strange all at once and for the first time… probably ever -- Yoongi doesn't take it sexually. "You better tell Minho to be careful driving, you hear me?"

"Mhm." you gasp softly.

"Well if you didn't put this thing in my pocket, I don't know how it got here then." Yoongi murmurs, pushing more buttons on it curiously.

"Oh my God, Minho drive faster!" you squeak out.

The CEO is completely at odds with what's happening. "You alright?" he inquires curiously.

"I just really need to… pee." you babble.

You sound dazed and lost, even needy all of a sudden.

"I'm sure. Honggi is getting big." your fiance agrees, drawing imperfect shapes on his desk with the tip of his finger.

"I'm here. I'll be right up, Daddy." you whimper, hanging up on him.

He pulls the phone away from his ear, eyebrows completely furrowing. "What's wrong with her?" he bleats.

He's signed a total of three documents by the time you make it upstairs.

Just hearing your sweet voice interacting with Shea in the far distance sends his heart absolutely pounding with excitement. Seeing you sometimes gives him the adrenaline of bungee jumping or cliff diving.

When the doors of his office burst open, he can't help the gummy smile that spreads over his features.

He takes in your attire and suddenly he's confused. You're wearing a stylish black trench coat that flourishes out at the bottom, but he can't see the dress you're wearing beneath it.

"What dress are you wearing that doesn't cover your mid thighs?" he asks, pushing back his desk chair to stand up tall.

Your fingers are shaking and you hurriedly slam the door shut. When you lock the both of you inside his large office, he knows something is weird.

"Y/N?"

Turning around to him with your back flush to the door, he can see how colored your cheeks are. Your lips are parted like your gasping for breath and your eyes are low with lustful intentions.

He finds something in his gut stirring at the sight of you.

"Baby? You okay?" he prods, rounding his desk.

Your fingers fumble with the belt around your belly which keeps the trenchcoat in place.

It's almost amusing how flustered you are.

You don't seem to be in any pain and Yoongi takes this all in as strange.

He leans back against the desk, waiting patiently for you to reply.

"I'm fine!" you assure him, shoving open the coat.

If his eyes could widen any larger, they'd probably pop out of his head.

You stand before him, scantily clad in thin, lace lingerie.

"Baby!" he gawks, rushing towards you to cover you up.

He can't help the way his cock begins to stir below the belt at the sight of you.

"What're you doing?" he hisses, gripping both sides of the trench coat.

You whimper gently, hooking your hand around his neck to pull him down to your height. He allows you to kiss him, he can feel the fervent need coming from your lips. His hands slowly slide from the coat to beneath it, feeling the soft skin of your belly.

"Want you," you gasp, pulling one of his hands between your thighs.

He can feel the vibrations against his fingertips and it all makes sense now. He groans loudly, pulling you back in for a fierce and passionate kiss.

His teeth nibble gently at your bottom lip and in all honesty, he's astounded by your forwardness. It's rare to see you like this but when your hormones are raging and in charge of your brain… who is he to stop you?

"You naughty little dove." he jeers, pulling you towards his desk.

"What's got you so playful today?" he inquires, pushing the multitude of contract folders aside.

He helps you up onto the desk, spreading your legs with a wanton groan.

The clit and g-spot vibrating sex toy you had recently spoken about sits between your sodden pussy lips. Yoongi can see how wet you are through the thin lingerie and it makes his heart beat faster at the sight.

"Just wanted to," you whimper, spreading your legs wider.

Stepping between your limbs, his hands can't seem to separate from your soft skin. Reluctantly, he leaves your belly to tug down the cups of your bra. Your breasts spring out, swaying and dribbling milk languidly.

"You're leaking milk in public, like a little cum slut."

His dominance is overwhelming to your senses and you can only nod fervently in agreement.

"I'm your cum slut. I'm yours." you babble, wrapping your hand around his tie and pulling him towards you.

It's not like this extreme horniness has come from nowhere. In fact, you've been in pain from kicks and punches from your growing son for a week or so now and the one day you don't feel any pain at all -- the most pressing horniness you've ever felt has overcome you.

His lips are soft and warm against yours. They draw you in like a fly to honey and you're enraptured with the man you're in love with.

"I never thought you'd turn up at my office like this, little dove." Yoongi murmurs, pressing soft kisses to the column of your neck.

"I'm so horny, I'm going to pass out!" you complain, reaching for his belt.

He can hear the sheer neediness in your voice and it sends him into overdrive.

"I'll take care of you, baby girl. Don't worry." he assures you, cupping your breasts and gingerly swiping his thumbs across your leaking nipples until you're sobbing with relief.

"D-Daddy!" you whine, unbuckling his belt.

The way your voice peaks makes his eyes immediately rise to the double doors of his office.

"You're gonna have to be a little quieter for me, babe. I'm at work." he murmurs, kissing your lips softly.

You whimper, giving him an understanding nod.

"Good girl," your fiance praises, wrapping his lips around your nipple.

Your hand cups your mouth when you gasp loudly. Shaking like a leaf, your body is quite literally vibrating with sexual need.

He sighs gently against you, adoring you for all you're worth. One hand pinches and rolls your forsaken nipple while the other caresses your stomach.

The vibrating with you seems to only get faster and you're so stimulated that fat tears of pleasure begin to roll down your cheeks.

"Feels good, little dove?" Yoongi coos around your nipple, enmeshing his fingers into the sides of your underwear. In mere seconds it becomes strings in his hands. He groans against your skin gently, tucking your destroyed undergarments into his suit pants pocket.

"S-So good! Fuck," you moan, shoving down his pants.

The sight before you has you licking your lips expectantly. His cock is already throbbing with need and it's a welcome sight.

One thing you can always count on with Yoongi is his complete and utter patience when it comes to pleasing you. His cock could be fucking purple with need and he would still take his time making sure you're satisfied first.

His fingers run over the smooth silicon of the sex toy and he shivers visibly at the vibrations. "How's it feel, baby? You like the new toy?" he inquires, kissing over the valley of your breasts.

You hum in agreement, lifting your hips slightly begging him to touch you.

You can feel your veins coursing with white hot pleasure, it feels like electricity firing through every pore in your body.

When his fingers slide over your opening, he can't help but choke on a moan. "God, your cunt is soaked. Shit." he curses, dipping a finger into your heat.

"You're gaping for my cock, Jesus Christ." he breathes out.

Yoongi knows he probably isn't going to last long. It's been awhile since you've fucked and his hand is nothing compared to being inside of you. Combine that with the new vibrator inside you, it's definitely going to be a tough feat.

"Fuck me over the desk like an animal!" you beg of your soon-to-be husband.

His eyes seem to widen at your forwardness but he can't say he doesn't love it.

"Anything for you, baby girl."

Your whimpers of anticipation have his bottom lip tucking tightly between his teeth.

"How'd I get so lucky to have such a gorgeous woman as my wife? Huh?" he whispers, running his hands over your back and sides.

You don't answer him, only pushing your hips back and wiggling your ass to show just how needy you are.

"I'm coming baby, relax." he promises, palming both globes of your ass in hand.

Your breathing is shallow and your mind is swimming as you wait for him. The vibrations against your most sensitive parts feel so amazing, so raw but it's not enough -- you want his consent to cum. You need it.

Yoongi picks up the small remote, testing the speeds and he realizes which you like more depending on your breathing and small moans. He's toying with you right now, enjoying the obscene amounts of arousal dripping down your soft, fleshy thighs.

His eyes are focused on your cunt, watching from behind as it twitches and spasms around the small device inside of you.

"Daddy, please!" you whine, lifting your head to look back at him.

When you do look back, you see his cock flat on his palm. He pumps it in hand a few times, cursing gently at the sight before him.

"Aren't you just a pretty little pregnant whore for me?" he quips, running his hand from your back to cup your stomach.

The weight of your belly in his hand has him almost in a frenzy then. Pressing the weeping head of his cock to your entrance, his lips press into a thin, hard line when he feels the vibrating sensations flow through him.

"Oh fuck," he hisses softly, letting his eyes flutter shut.

"Yes!" you breathe out, pushing back to welcome him into your swollen cunt.

He groans then, welcoming your warm heat around him inch by inch.

"Feels so fucking good, baby girl. Jesus." he moans, taking a moment for you to adjust to his size.

Grabbing the remote once more, he turns it onto the fastest speed and the gasps you collectively emit seem to sound like they're all around you.

He's forgotten he's at work, he's forgotten what he's supposed to be doing because the most important thing right now is you -- and your swollen, greedy sex is all he needs.

With the pleasurable vibrations added, all Yoongi wants to do is fuck you so hard that you'll both cum and be pleased in minutes. But he's never been the type to leave a sexual experience so early.

Folding over, his chest presses to your back and his fingers intertwine with yours.

His lips feel like heaven against your warm, flushed skin. He suckles small marks against the side of your throat, coloring you as his own.

His thrusts are hard and filling but slow. He'd give anything to hear skin slapping against skin right now but then he's reminded that he's at work.

Your hands grip harder onto the edge of the desk as you rut back against him.

"Your cock is so big," you whine, closing your eyes to become enraptured in the whole experience.

"Yeah? You like my big cock in this pregnant cunt?"

You nod fervently, trying to bite back the loud moans that threaten to tear past your lips. It's all too much and suddenly your orgasm is approaching like a rapid waterfall.

"Don't you dare," your fiance threatens, lifting himself up and gripping the back of your neck.

"Please Daddy. Need to cum," you beg, feeling your body quake with the ever pressing need of relief.

"Oh no, I don't think so. You show up to my office, you wait until I say you can cum."

You whine in defiance, pushing your hips back against him harder and he's surprised at your brattiness.

"Don't you dare cum." he warns you.

Your eyebrows furrow with need and you couldn't care about the punishment you're going to recieve. You're honestly not sure what's come over you, you've never defied him before but right now it's getting you more excited to not listen to him.

Pushing past the control of his orgasms, you lose yourself on his cock. Your high is filled with galactic stars behind your eyelids and white noise filled ears.

"You brat," he gasps, pulling out of you.

It's a smug grin the spreads over your face now before your cringing at the overstimulation of the sex toy. He takes pity on you in that regard, shutting the toy off and pulling it out of you. Tossing it onto his desk, he points his finger in your direction. "You're in trouble." he breathes out, jerking his hard cock in hand.

Now that you've arrived back down to Earth, you're worried. You've never defied him before and you've never seen his wrath.

"You just woke up a brat today, didn't you?" he seethes, helping you stand back upright.

You pout, shaking your head quickly in hopes that he won't be too strict on you. His narrowed eyes chill you to the bone.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I just couldn't help cumming. I was so horny. I'm sorry," you apologize profusely, running your hands over his clothed chest.

He hums unimpressed, combing his fingers through his hair.

"If only people knew what a cumwhore I have on my hands." he murmurs through his teeth.

You frown up at him, begging him to forgive you with puppy dog-like eyes.

"No. You don't get away with being a brat that easily," he deadpans.

Nodding to the large floor to ceiling windows, he taps his foot incessantly.

"Go stand by the window." he orders.

You look down at your naked body before looking back up at him in confusion.

"Wh-"

"What's your color?" he cuts you off, running his hand over your belly.

"G-Green," you chirp out, looking at the window.

"Then go stand up against the window." he instructs, beginning to stroke his cock once more.

"Why?" you inquire curiously, doing as told.

"So people can see what a cumwhore I have on my hands," he whispers into your ear. The heat of his breath has something unfurling inside of you once more.

Bracing your hands against the window, you turn back to look at him just in time to see him situating the vibrator between his fingers.

The quiet thrumming of the sex toy makes your breath hitch with anticipation.

"Spread your legs," your fiance commands, pressing his chest flush to your back.

You're so high up you're almost certain no one could see you but excitement still courses through you.

His hands wrap around you like strong chains and you hum in appreciation.

"I love you," you remind him, turning and kissing his cheek.

He softens at your words, kissing over your shoulder with his plush lips. "I love you too, brat." he murmurs.

His words make you snort gently but it's quickly cut off by a loud gasp. He presses his hand to your swollen clit and the smug grin he gives you sends a chill through your spine.

Your forehead presses to the chilly glass of the window and you mewl as his legs knock yours open farther.

His cock slides between your sodden folds a few times before entering back inside of you.

"Oh my God," you whine, backing your hips up to him.

"Pretty little thing," he praises, kissing over your neck. "What do you think, little dove? You think people can see me fucking your pregnant cunt from all the way down there?"

His thrusts become rougher and harder, cursing all the while.

The vibrations that ricochet through you are once again pushing you towards the edge at a surprisingly rapid pace.

"Don't even," he seethes, feeling how your cunt trembles around him.

His grunts and the sweet whispers of your name enrapture your ears.

The sight that greets Yoongi's eyes could make him almost blow his load in that very second.

"Your milk is leaking onto the glass, oh fuck." he whimpers, fucking into you harder and faster.

"Gonna cum!" you cry to him, scratching your nails against the window.

He doesn't even respond, chasing his own high as your cunt threatens to milk him for all he's worth.

"Oh little dove!" he gasps.

His thrusts become sloppier and his breath hitches at the prospect of cumming inside of you.

"Yoongi, please!" you beg, spreading your legs wider.

"You think you deserve it?" he quips, running his hand over your belly bump.

"Yes," you whimper, pushing back against him with each thrust.

"Cum." he commands, pressing his forehead into the junction between your neck and should.

He holds you up easily as you orgasm around him. You become a blubbering mess, crying out his name softly like a prayer.

"God, I love you." he seethes through his teeth.

His teeth clench down on his bottom lip as he cums, trying to quiet his final moans.

You both stay like this for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's company.

"Are you upset with me?" Yoong inquires, pulling out of you slowly.

Your eyebrows furrow at his worried tone. "Huh? Not at all, why?"

"You never act bratty or defy me… Did I do something wrong?"

You've spoken about this before actually. Yoongi is prideful when it comes to your sub slash dom relationship. He beams with satisfaction knowing that he keeps you so pleased you don't act out of character. For you to have been just the slightest bit bratty, it probably shook up his confidence.

"No, it's just my hormones I think, I wanted to be a little sassy," you explain, sitting down on his lap when he beckons you.

He hums unsurely, hooking his chin over your shoulder. "I'm a good dom to you when we have sex, right?" he asks, kissing your temple.

"Always. You always make me feel safe and dominated," you promise, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He breathes a sigh of relief, looking down at the sex toy tossed casual aside on his desk. "Felt good," he murmurs, running his hands over your sides.

You give him a large smile, nodding in agreement. He can't help but snort at your joyful expression.

"Well regardless of your bratty hormones, I'm happy you came to distract me from my work." your fiance murmurs, pulling the cups of your bra back up.

"You're always happy to be distracted from work." you quip, combing your fingers through his hair.

He nods thoughtfully, letting his fingertips graze over your outer thigh. "Very true." he beams, kissing your shoulder.

When your skin begins to raise with goosebumps, he's quick to cover you with the trenchcoat you discarded a while ago in your sudden heat of passion.

It's your stomach that rumbles first with the need for food and sustenance before he acts accordingly also.

"Oh yeah, where's the lunch you promised me?" the CEO inquires, tying the belt of your coat back in place.

"I gave it to you." you reply with a wide smile.

He looks over at the window before shaking his head with a laugh. "Alright, that's it. Get your pretty butt to the car, I'm taking us home for lunch."

Just talking about food in general has you jumping up with excitement. "Are you coming back to work after?" you prod, watching as he pulls up his boxers and suit pants.

"Nah, I'll just take the contracts home with me now so I don't have to come back. Besides, I didn't correct your errant behavior like I wanted too." he whispers, pecking your lips softly.

Leaning back on the desk, your head begins to tilt. "Well, you should get all your punishment in before six. Leena is coming over to discuss place settings for the wedding."

He groans gently, fixing his suit jacket until it looks seemingly pristine. "Why are you best friends with a tyrant? Remind me again?"

Your giggle echoes through the large office and he adores the sound, it courses through him like new life.

Scooping up the contract folders, he looks over to the window before smiling to himself. "Y'know I'm never cleaning my window again, right?" he quips, watching as you pull open the doors to his office.

"That's disgusting," you quip back, holding out your engagement hand so he can hold it.

Kissing the top of your head, he laughs. "Yeah, I am."

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tiny love || 8

➵ as tooru’s younger sister, falling in love with iwaizumi hajime was easy. iwaizumi ultimately decided to rebuff you. through a few strange twists of fate, you’ve ended up living with the very boy who’d broken your heart. but, perhaps it’s not as bad as you thought it’d be. he is the perfect gentleman, after all.

warnings: f!reader, angst??

wc: 3.9k

m.list | ch. 7 ↞ ch. 8 ↠ ch. 9

The film was alright. There was a certain chaos to it, an unhinged energy that gave it real character. Although, you weren’t quite sure how to feel about the reverse-Freudian implications of Marty’s mother getting a crush on him.

The phone in your lap buzzed, shooting light upwards into the darkened room. Glancing down, you read the name ‘Kohei’ on the screen.

It’d be rude to text him back during the movie, right? Since Iwaizumi was showing you this specific film… Although, it’d been your choice.

You turned your mind away from the question, your eyes flitting back to the screen.

The man with the frazzled white hair – Doc, was it? – was speaking at a rapid-fire pace. If it weren’t for the subtitles, you would’ve been totally lost.

Your phone buzzed again. Still Kohei. You covered the screen with your hand, trying to block out the ambiance-ruining brightness.

Yet another buzz.

“Who is that?” Iwaizumi frowned. “They’ve got a lot to say.”

“Sorry,” you blushed, turning your phone over so it was face down on the arm of the couch. “It’s Kohei.”

“Kohei?” There’s a strange lilt in Iwaizumi’s voice.

You ignored it. “Yeah. I’m pretty sure you met him at the party.”

“Oh,” Iwaizumi hummed. “Right.”

He said nothing more, turning his attention back to the screen.

You bit your lip, fingers tightening around your phone.

It felt a little weird, doing something so casual with him. Well, you’d been doing casual things with him for a while, but something about this just felt so domestic. Probably didn’t help that the last time you did this together, he’d kissed you.

Your stomach twisted at the thought.

God, that felt like a lifetime ago now. And maybe it was, in some way; neither of you were those people anymore.

But a part of you still wanted to kiss him, just like back then.

You knew you shouldn’t think about it. He’d pushed you away two years ago for a reason. If you wanted this whole living situation thing to keep going smoothly, you had to respect that.

And yet, it felt unfair.

This was all so easy. So natural.

But it was something you couldn’t have. Something you couldn’t hope for.

You swallowed roughly, slipping your hands under your thighs.

You couldn’t think about it. If you did, you’d just make things worse.

And you were willing to do just about anything to maintain the delicate friendship between the two of you.

✧ ✧ ✧

“So,” Tooru’s voice came through the speaker with its usual levity. “How’s living with Iwa?”

Your stomach dropped. “It’s good!”

It’s not a lie. You just didn’t want to talk about it with Tooru. At least half of the things that made the whole arrangement so fun were things you didn’t exactly want to mention to your older brother.

“You don’t have to rub it in!” He whined.

“Rub what in?” You blinked, a little lost.

“The fact that you get to live with Iwa!”

Oh. Right.

“You’re the one who suggested it,” you teased.

“I know, but it doesn’t make it sting any less!”

“He would’ve killed you within the first day,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Not true!” Tooru barked.

You laughed. You didn’t need to see him to know the exact expression on his face. He’d always been comically expressive, even as a child.

That warm silence that always followed laughter settled over the call.

“Oh, man,” Tooru chuckled. “No, but how are you going?” He asked.

It’d been a while since the two of you had really gotten the chance to talk. Both of you had just been too busy; any catchups you managed to sneak in didn’t allow for much time to really get into the details of your lives.

But today was the day.

“I’ve been doing really well, actually!” It was such a delight to be able to say those words with full sincerity. “I’m still adjusting and everything, but… I think it’s going to be good.”

Small hiccups with Iwaizumi aside, everything was under control. Sure, sometimes you weren’t quite sure what they were saying in class, and yes, you did procrastinate more than perhaps you should’ve – but you were making a life here.

“See, I told you!” He chided.

“Yeah, you keep reminding me of that,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“I’m just saying,” he hummed, adopting his favourite ‘hoity-toity older brother’ tone, “you should’ve listened to me in the first place.”

“I know, I know…” You sighed.

Tooru had told you time and time again that things’d worked out. ‘If I can move to a whole new country on my own, then you can definitely do it with Iwa’s help,’ he’d said. You’d had trouble believing him at first; but for once, he’d been right.

“I’m glad the two of you have each other, you know?” He said.

You flinched. Now those were words you hadn’t expected to hear.

“Huh?”

“You and Iwa,” Tooru explained. “He doesn’t talk about his feelings often, but I think you being there has really helped him relax.”

Your stomach churned.

Was that true? Had your presence really made Iwaizumi feel better? He’d done a lot to help you, but you felt like you hadn’t really done anything for him. You’d just felt like something of a burden.

But if that wasn’t actually true…

“What do you mean?” You asked quietly. God, you hoped your voice wasn’t giving anything away.

“Well, you know,” Tooru said, “you’re someone he knows from home. That sounds pretty comforting to me.”

You were grateful he couldn’t see the pink blooming on your cheeks. “Are you asking me to move to Argentina?” You teased. You didn’t know what else to say.

“Well, I wouldn’t say no—”

“Because I’d rather die.”

The gasp that erupted from Tooru was so loud it peaked the audio. “How dare you? If we were living together, I’d be able to keep an eye on you. And, I could ward of any pesky boys.”

“That’s the problem.”

“Don’t be so inappropriate!” Tooru shrieked. “I don’t want to know the details!”

“I wasn’t going to tell you any of the details!”

“You were about to!”

“No I wasn’t!”

“I’ll have you know, you are far too young to be dating, young lady, and that—”

“I’m only a year younger than you!”

“And?”

“Shut up, Tooru!”

✧ ✧ ✧

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. The kitchen table was supposed to help you get your ass into gear. But instead, your laptop was open, but nothing had been done. The screen was probably a few moments away from turning idle.

A to-do list stared back at you, unrelenting. The sound of rain against the windows was your only companion. Iwaizumi had left for the gym some time ago, and you’d decided that music would be too much of a distraction.

Not that the absence of it was helping you.

Come on, you thought to yourself, just focus.

Easier said than done.

You groaned, leaning back against your chair. Why was it so hard to focus?

A deep breath, and then—

Slap!

Your cheeks stung from the impact of your own palms.

No difference.

The sound of the door opening was a beautiful reprieve. Finally, a worthy excuse to procrastinate—

“Hey.” Iwaizumi said a little breathlessly, holding his hand up in greeting.

You gaped at him.

Words might’ve come to mind if it was any other circumstances.

But when he was just standing there like that, you couldn’t help it.

A white shirt that clung to his torso, cheeks flushed with recent exertion, hair all messy—

It was official. You needed to start writing up your will, saying your goodbyes, getting all your chickens in order. Iwaizumi was certifiably too much, and you couldn’t handle it.

You were doing your best to respond. Truly. But it’s like his chest was a damn magnet, drawing your eyes back to it no matter how hard you tried to look at him respectfully.

Stupid Iwaizumi Hajime and his stupid shirt and his stupid chest—

“You good?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Me?” Your gaze snapped up to meet his. “Oh, yeah. I’m great, actually.”

“If you say so,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“Well,” you gaped at him, trying to fight off the myriad of phantasmal shirtless Iwaizumi’s dancing around your head. You were losing. “I’m offended that you’re not more concerned.”

“You’ll recover,” he grinned.

You pouted at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this treatment.”

Iwaizumi chuckled again, ambling across the room with an aggravatingly slow pace. The sooner he was out of sight, the better.

“It’s tough love, sweetheart,” he tutted. “It’s how the world works.”

“Well—” You huffed, trying to think of a retort. But, you were far too distracted by the use of ‘sweetheart’ – even if it hadn’t been used in an affectionate way.

“I’m going to have a shower,” Iwaizumi said, smirking at you. “I hope you’re feeling better by the time I get out.”

“Mhm,” you nodded, eyes fixated determinedly on your computer screen. If you looked up and saw his glutes, you were sure you’d implode.

You covered your face with your forearms, letting out a silent scream.

Why did God hate you? Why did he want you to suffer? Every time you thought you’d got it under control, you were reminded of the fact that Iwaizumi looked like that, and any work you’d done to neatly tuck your romantic feelings into a box managed to wriggle like a rebellious young cat.

Every goddamn time, you were reminded of just how determined he was, how responsible, how quietly caring, how—

No. You shook your head. No need to indulge those thoughts. Not when you were supposed to be doing work.

Although, there was no way you were getting anything done today.

✧ ✧ ✧

“How old are you in these?” You grinned, glancing at Kohei.

His cheeks flushed. “I think I was like… sixteen here?”

“Sixteen, huh?”

“You know what high schools like back home,” he whined. “We all deserve some stress relief.”

“And yours was… running at each other across a field while screaming at the top of your lungs?”

“You should try it,” he beamed. “It’s surprisingly effective.”

You laughed, your body curving towards him.

You hadn’t planned on inviting Kohei over today. You’d just happened to bump into him by chance on campus as you were heading home. As usual, he’d struck up quite the conversation. But you’d wanted to get home before it got dark, so you’d invited him to come with you.

So there you were, sitting on your couch in the front room, listening to Kohei tell you about the stupid video he and his high school friends made back in Osaka. Most of them were re-enactments of Naruto scenes.

To each their own, you supposed.

The creak of front door came from around the corner.

“Hey Hajime!” You called out.

“Hey,” he called back, voice warm.

“You’re home later than usual,” you said.

“I was hanging out with Taiki,” he explained. “We got bubble tea.”

“Oh, nice,” you nodded, watching as he came into view.

He smiled as he caught sight of you. It took him a moment to realise you weren’t alone.

“You remember Kohei, right?” You gestured to the boy sitting next to you.

“Hello,” Kohei nodded, bright smile on his face.

“Hi,” Iwaizumi said. His smile disappeared, expression becoming even stonier than usual.

The atmosphere felt a shade cooler than it had a moment prior.

“You didn’t tell me you were having someone over,” Iwaizumi said coolly, heading to his bedroom.

“It was impromptu,” you explained.

“Mhm,” was the last sound you heard before he disappeared down the hall.

You clenched your fists in your lap. Had something happened? Was it okay to ask?

If something was up, Kohei certainly hadn’t noticed it. Not that you expected him to.

“How’d you feel about the most recent Godzilla film?” He asked.

“Uh… I don’t think we have it.” That was the polite way of saying ‘Iwaizumi hates that film with his entire being, and he wouldn’t dare debase this household by buying it on DVD.’

You’d heard his rant a couple of times, actually – insufficient screen time for Godzilla, a lack of understanding of the point of a monster movie, mediocre battles.

“Oh, that’s okay,” Kohei shrugged. “It’s on Netflix.”

“Ah, I see,” you nodded.

Why did it already feel like agreeing to a movie was a mistake?

✧ ✧ ✧

Thirty minutes in and you knew it was a mistake.

You were bored. Horribly, terribly bored.

But you didn’t have the heart to tell Kohei that when he, at least, seemed to be enjoying himself.

Besides, you could find other ways to occupy yourself. You could just think (see: fantasise) about Gojou Satoru. That’d been more than enough to keep you entertained during your duller classes.

Iwaizumi ambled into the kitchen, his eyes flicking to the two of you for only a second. You held up your hand a little as a greeting; he didn’t return it.

You swallowed, turning your ‘attention’ back to the TV.

Something was wrong. You didn’t know what, but… If Kohei wasn’t there, you would’ve just walked over to Iwaizumi and asked him if there was any way you could help. But having a guest… complicated things.

Said guest stretched his arms over his head. You hoped, absentmindedly, that he’d had a shower recently.

He laid one of his arms along the top of the couch, just ghosting your shoulders.

You managed to hold back a frown. What was he doing? Was he trying to hit on you? Or was it absentminded? If it was the former, then it was a rather childish way of—

A loud clutter erupted from the kitchen. A quiet ‘shit’ quickly followed.

You shot to your feet on instinct, rushing over to where a very disgruntled Iwaizumi stood.

“Are you okay?” You asked, looking him up and down.

Water stained his shirt, the water jug lying sideways on the countertop.

“I’m fine,” Iwaizumi grunted, setting it upright.

You grabbed the tea towel, dabbing at his shirt. Sure, it wouldn’t be much help, but—

“I said I’m fine.”

You draw back sharply, shocked by the harshness in his voice.

Instead you turned to the puddle of water on the counter, laying the tea towel over it. You watched as it turned a shade darker, seeping through the cotton until there wasn’t a single inch of dry cloth left.

Iwaizumi had turned away from you, standing in front of the sink as he refilled the water jug.

You pressed your lips together, concern and agitation brewing in your gut.

He seemed… Stressed? Irritated? Bitter?

But you couldn’t ask. Not right now. You’d have to wait until Kohei was gone, at the very least. And you didn’t want to pry. Iwaizumi didn’t appreciate that sort of thing.

Was there anything you could do for now? Anything at all?

“Did you want to order food with us?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. It was the best thing you could think of; giving him one less thing to worry about might help, right?

“No,” Iwaizumi said curtly.

You blinked at him. “You sure? It’ll save you the trouble of making dinner.”

“I’d rather eat on my own,” he grumbled.

“Oh,” you murmured.

You were at a total loss. Something was wrong.

But you turned away, slinking back to the couch.

“Is everything okay?” Kohei asked as you sat yourself back down.

“Mhm,” you nodded.

As a precaution, you set a little more distance between the two of you. If you sat any closer, he might get the wrong idea.

✧ ✧ ✧

After what felt like three days, the film was over. What’d happened in it? You couldn’t say. You hadn’t been paying attention.

You’d instead been preoccupied with Iwaizumi.

Maybe you were worrying too much over something minor. Maybe he’d just had a bad day at work. Maybe Taiki had just been a brat. Maybe he just had a few assignments due in close succession.

But that didn’t stop you from feeling anxious. Was that pathetic?

At the very least, you wanted to make sure he was okay. This behaviour seemed… weird.

“What time is it?” You turned to Kohei, tilting your head to the side.

“Uh… eight,” he said, checking his phone.

It was that late already? But there was still so much you needed to get done…

You yawned, stretching you hands above your head. “Thanks for hanging out with me today,” you said, turning to smile at Kohei.

“No problem,” he nodded, in response, offering you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Nothing more needed to be said to get the message across.

The two of you walked towards the front door, Kohei’s steps a little slower than yours.

You didn’t want to make it look like you were trying to rush him out of there, but you also didn’t want to give him the impression that you wanted him to stay. Everything just felt so weird, so… so high stakes. Like any little action you made was at risk of being misinterpreted.

“Well…” Kohei lingered at your door for a moment, looking at you with what seemed to be hope in his eyes.

“I’ll see you later, okay?” You smiled.

“Sure,” he nodded, opening the door. “Thanks.” He seemed a tad more dour than usual. Your stomach twisted a little.

“Bye!” You said, hoping that this, at least, would set your boundaries.

He didn’t seem bold enough to make an actual move, but you’d rather save the trouble.

You watched with a tiny sense of relief blooming in your chest as he stepped over the threshold and walked away.

Once the door finally closed, you let out a long sigh.

Something was up. Even you could tell that. His attempts at flirting, while juvenile, were earnest. What a strange evening this had been…

At the very least, you made a note to not invite him to your house alone again. That’d been your first mistake.

You dragged yourself to the kitchen, pouring out a glass of water. The tea towel was still soaked through, laid out on the counter. You’d probably have to get a bath towel to clean this mess up.

You sunk to the floor, feeling the cool tiles against the back of your thighs.

Were you going to have to turn Kohei down? God, you didn’t want to do that. That sounded awkward. And he was genuinely a sweet guy – your heart just wasn’t in the right space.

Not while you were living with Iwaizumi.

Iwaizumi.

Something was off with him, too. But you had no idea what. He’s always been tight-lipped about his own feelings. Even two years ago, it had never been about him; it’d be about the potential ramifications his actions could’ve had on the people around him.

He never wanted to be a burden. Even though he’d leant you a hand so many times these past six months, you knew he’d never ask for the same in return.

But you wanted to help. He deserved support.

Should you ask? Should you try bringing it up, or—

“Oh, fuck.”

Your looked up sharply.

Iwaizumi was stood at the entrance of the kitchen, shoulders tense with surprise.

“Oh, sorry,” you swallowed, crossing your legs.

He just grunted in response, turning his attention to the fridge.

You bit your lip, watching him closely. His posture was tense, his jaw stiffer than usual.

“Hey, Hajime?” You asked, voice soft and quiet.

“What?” His response was quick, sharp.

“Are you alright?” Perhaps you should’ve asked this earlier. Perhaps you shouldn’t ask it at all. But it was too late to take it back.

“I’m fine,” he grunted, half-slamming the fridge door.

“I know you’re lying,” you said softly.

He may keep his feelings to himself, but he wasn’t the best at disguising them. Especially when it came to annoyance.

With Tooru, it tended to bubble over, resulting in some rant or threat. But these days, you didn’t really see him get pissed except for when the washing machine wasn’t working properly.

“Mind your own business.”

Those words cut you to your core.

This was… strange. Unusual. He’d seemed fine this morning, and as far as you knew, he’d just… been to the gym. His demeanour had only taken a nose-dive when…

“Why are you being like this?” You asked, voice thin and tight. God, this better not be what you were thinking.

“Being like what?” Iwaizumi mumbled, staring at his phone.

You bit the inside of your cheek.

Did he really have no idea that he was acting like a petulant child who didn’t want to eat their vegetables?

“Do you have a problem with Kohei?” He couldn’t dodge that question.

“No,” he said, still looking at his phone. “He just comes off as a bit desperate.”

“What’re you talking about?”

“You can’t be serious,” Iwaizumi scoffed. “He’s not subtle.”

You stared at him, total confusion clouding your mind.

What on earth was he on about? Desperate? Subtle? Wasn’t it just a case of him having a grudge for no reason?

Wait. Holy fuck. Was he… jealous?

The realisation washed over you like a fever.

Anger, rage, bitterness. It all collapsed in on itself, feelings you’d been supressing for two years.

He’d crushed your heart in the palm of his hand two years ago. Told you that any kind of romantic relationship between the two of you would be too much of a risk.

And you’d let him.

You hadn’t fought back. You hadn’t stood up for your own feelings. You’d just let him do what he wanted, what he thought was best. And never, not even once, had you made your feelings known.

But here he was, with the audacity to be jealous of a guy flirting with you.

He didn’t own you. He had no say in what happened in your personal life. If you wanted to sleep around, if you wanted to have a long-term partner that wasn’t him… it didn’t matter. It was your business, not his.

And yet, the worst thing of all was that this response, this jealousy, made your heart flutter. It made you hopeful; that maybe, this time, things might be different.

That Iwaizumi Hajime wasn’t so far out of reach. That this time, you had a chance.

Fuck him.

“No,” you hissed. “I’m not letting you break my heart again.”

Iwaizumi’s eyes blew wide, his lips parting slightly.

“You dropped me like I was nothing two years ago,” you scoffed. “You don’t get to act like a spoilt little brat just because you’re jealous.”

“Look, I—” He stopped himself in his tracks.

He really had nothing to say for himself, huh?

You glared at him, the corners of your eyes beginning to sting. “You’re acting like a child,” you hissed. “I hoped you were better than that.”

You didn’t give him time to respond.

He didn’t deserve to.

You stormed off to your room, slamming the door behind you.

A deep, shuddering breath wasn’t enough to still your stuttering heart. Nor was it enough to move the lump in your throat.

God, what a colossal disaster.

But for once, it wasn’t your fault.

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a/n: sorry this one’s late! thank you for your patience :( i hope it was worth the wait

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