#others might see this and think ''oh your Dime sucks''

[fireboos99]

so, uh, @origamihoshi introduced me to an interactive fiction game that is very much up my alley so, here is my trash gremlin that is just trying to survive after what happened with it's friends it's a bit of a menace (oh? you think I'm creepy? alright, I'll play it up then!) who alternates between provoking people and just doing whatever it wants without a word. it may not be the brightest, but it makes up for that with how quick it is to take action. ...or, at least it thinks it does.

Ori also said I should, uh, ping the blog for the game, so, um I'm just gonna @drinkyourvillainjuice and then hide for, like, ever, haha

[lemoncrushh]

Comfort Food

Summary: Jessica, a self-proclaimed foodie, helps her classmate Harry study for their Biology test.

Warnings: None. Pure fluff.

Word Count: 4.9k+

A/N: College/Uni Harry x OC written in first person. Originally posted in 2019. I realize I've been reposting a lot of fluff lately, but apparently that was the mood I was in back then. I feel like this story is very relatable though, no matter your age. We all want to be liked, but sometimes we let our own insecurities stop us from believing we deserve it.

Most people didn’t notice me. Guys especially. They didn’t see me. I don’t mean they didn’t look at me exactly, but when they did it was like they were looking through me. There might as well have been a prettier girl standing behind me that they were really looking at, and I suppose at times that may have been the case.

“Five eighty,” the tired woman at the register said with a sigh. I handed her a five and a one before waiting for the clinking sound of two dimes that dropped from the side of the register into a little metal dish.

I gripped my tray with both hands and made my way to the farthest end of the cafeteria, choosing the booth next to the window where someone hadn’t already taken it upon themselves to open the blinds. I hated sitting in streaming, hot sunshine while I ate my food.

I’d just taken a bite of the macaroni and cheese - the main reason why I frequented this cafeteria - when I heard someone speak.

“Hey, I know you.”

I jumped as I looked up at the boy who stood near the restrooms, thinking surely there was someone behind me he was greeting instead. His name was Harry. I had a class with him, I knew that much, but there was no way he even knew I existed. He was tall with a curly mop of hair on his head and big green eyes that if I wasn’t careful, I could get lost in. I quickly blinked and looked back down at my lunch.

“I have a class with you, right?” he continued, stepping closer to my table. Okay so obviously he was talking to me after all.

I shrugged. “I guess.”

“Yeah. What is it, Psych?”

“Bio,” I muttered.

“What was that?” It was then that he took it upon himself to slide into the booth across from me.

“Biology,” I answered, glaring at him.

“Oh, right! Biology. Professor Graham.”

I nodded, sucking in my lips.

“You sit in front of me, end of the row. What’s your name again?”

“Jessica.”

“Jessica,” he repeated with a lopsided grin. “That’s right.”

Harry rested his elbow on the table, his chin in his hand as he stared at me. He seemed to be studying me for a while, though I wasn’t sure if he was really looking at my face or thinking of something else. Either way, he was silent for so long, even as I tried to ignore him and eat my mac and cheese, I began to get nervous. Finally he spoke again.

“Is that good?” he inquired.

“What?”

“That,” he pointed. “What you’re eating.”

I nodded emphatically. “Mhm. You wouldn’t think so, coming from a cafeteria, but it’s really good actually. It’s just like-”

“Hey, Harry!”

I turned my head to see a table full of people, one of the guys waving Harry over. I recognized him from class too. He sat next to Harry. I narrowed my eyes.

“You have your friends get your food for you?”

He made a face as he leaned forward to whisper, “Only 'cause I had to wee really bad.”

A giggle slipped from my throat before I could stop it. I quickly covered my mouth in embarrassment, but Harry only gave me another lopsided grin.

“I guess I should go,” he finally gestured toward the other table.

I nodded.

“Maybe they got me some of that,” he pointed at my mac and cheese as he rose from the booth. “Good to see you, Jessica. Have a nice lunch.”

“You too,” I managed a smile.

“Oh,” he stopped suddenly, his sneakers squeaking on the tile as he backed up. Then he turned to me, his big hands spread out across his chest. “I’m Harry, by the way.”

As if I didn’t know.

I could hear his voice before I saw him. I was already at my desk, concentrating on my notes from Friday when I heard Harry talking to Sam, the boy who sat next to him. I didn’t listen to what they were talking about, however, until I saw Harry’s legs stop on the step next to my desk and I heard my name at the same time a pen poked me in the shoulder. I removed my eyes from my notes and followed the long, denim clad legs up to a black t-shirt and finally green eyes.

“Sorry?” I asked.

“Just saying hi,” he smiled before bringing his pen to his mouth and biting on it. Then he took the final step and took his regular seat on the row behind me.

“Oh,” I whispered, though I figured he didn’t hear me. “Hi.”

“How was the rest of your weekend?”

For some reason I thought Harry had returned to his conversation with Sam, but then he said my name again.

“Huh?” I twisted in my seat.

“I asked how the rest of your weekend was,” he smirked. “After I saw you.”

“Oh,” I shrugged. “Fine, I guess.”

“Good.” His dimples displayed in his cheeks which made me quickly look away.

“Oh hey,” I heard him add. “I did get to try that mac and cheese. And you were right. Surprisingly good.”

I felt myself smile just as Professor Graham took his place in the front of class and began his lecture.

I’d just slung my backpack over my arm when Harry said my name for the third time in an hour. I turned to look at him, his long arms slipping through the straps of his own backpack.

“Yes?” I asked timidly.

“I have a favor to ask,” he said, taking the top step down to my level. I noticed he was picking at his bottom lip before he tucked it between his teeth.

“Favor?”

“It’s kind of embarrassing,” he admitted. “I’m a fairly decent student. So I don’t usually ask for help. But this class...well, I’m not doing as well in it to be honest. And we got that test next Monday.”

My stomach lurched as I realized what he was implying.

“You need a tutor?” I asked.

Harry tilted his head and a curl fell over his eye.

“I was thinking more like a study partner?” He said it in a question, probably out of nerves. I thought it was cute.

But I knew the truth. Cute or not, Harry was wanting help to get a good grade. Guys like Harry didn’t ask girls like me to “study”. Study partner was a term used for pretty, bubbly girls who were probably making the same grade the boy was - an excuse to be with them without actually asking them on a date. Harry was not asking me for that. He wanted a tutor.

“Um…” I sucked in my lips, then nodded. “Yeah, sure, okay.”

Harry let out a deep breath and his shoulders dropped. “God, thanks Jessica. I really appreciate-”

“I’ll be at the Franklin Library tonight at seven,” I interrupted. “I can stay as late as you need.”

“That’s...that’s perfect actually. I’ll be there.”

I nodded sharply. “Okay.”

I turned to make my way down the steps, feeling Harry’s presence looming behind me.

“Thank you, Jessica,” he said again when we reached the bottom. Then I felt his hand on my shoulder for a split second before he turned for the door. For some strange reason I froze in my spot, watching him reach the exit, then look back one last time and smile.

With the sleeve of my sweater, I covered my mouth and made an inaudible squeal into my arm.

“No, see that’s where you’re getting confused,” I pointed to the diagram in the book.

“Tell me about it,” Harry let out a frustrated sigh. “Actually it’s not so much confusing, it’s just a lot of names and shit to memorize.”

I chuckled slightly and sat back. “Science is a lot of memorizing,” I agreed.

“If I have the book in front of me, I get it. But obviously I can’t do that for the test.”

“Then we’ll keep studying until we get it right,” I offered as Harry scribbled some notes.

Looking up from his paper, he peered at me behind the curl that had fallen over his eye again. It took all my gumption not to reach out and push it away.

“So, Jessica, can I ask you something?”

I instantly felt myself blush and looked down at my own notes.

“Um...if you’re asking if I was a straight A student in high school, the answer is yes. But no, I wasn’t valedictorian. That title went to Joseph Larkin.”

Harry snorted and I glared at him.

“I wasn’t going to ask that.”

“Oh.”

With a smirk that I would have deemed cocky if Harry didn’t seem like such a nice person, he sat back in his chair and crossed his arms.

“Why the macaroni and cheese?”

“What?” I asked incredulously.

“From that cafeteria. You’d barely said two words to me until I asked you about it, then all of a sudden your face lit up and you were eager to tell me how good it was.”

With another pink blush to my cheeks, I pretended to doodle on my paper.

“It’s my ultimate comfort food,” I admitted.

“Why’s that?”

“It’s the closest to my grandma’s that I’ve found anywhere. The rest of the food there is…” I shrugged, “it’s okay I guess. But I go there just for the mac and cheese.”

“Ah, so it’s sort of sentimental for you.”

I tilted my head from side to side.

“That...and...I’m sort of a foodie,” I explained.

“Yeah? Do you cook?”

“A little. But I’m more of like...a connoisseur of particular things. Like I have favorite items that I like to order from almost any restaurant in town, even if it’s not particularly what they’re known for.”

“Oh!” grinned Harry, leaning forward on the table, his arms crossed in front of him. “I’d be interested in picking your brain, then.”

“Go for it.”

“So if I name a place, you can tell me what to eat?”

“Pretty much. Except that Mediterranean place on 5th Street. Nothing is good there, trust me.” I made a gagging noise which made Harry laugh.

“Alright then. How about…” he tapped his chin with his finger, “that steak place by the cinema.”

I rolled my eyes. “Are you kidding me? The double fudge brownie a la mode.”

“That’s a dessert!” Harry quipped.

“Doesn’t matter. It’s the best thing on the menu. Plus I’m not a big steak person.”

“Noted,” he raised a brow. “What about Michaelangelo’s?”

“Chicken Marsala. And the stuffed mushrooms are good. Unfortunately there’s something in their marinara sauce I’m allergic to.”

“That’s too bad. What about Chinese? Do you like Asian food?”

“I like most of it, yeah,” I replied. “Oh! The best is this amazing chicken soup from that place on 8th and Morton. My mom used to get it for me whenever I was sick. I don’t know what they put in it, but I almost always feel better the next day.”

Harry smiled at me, his dimples dipping in his cheeks. I felt myself blush and looked down at the table.

“We should go get some,” I heard him say.

“They’re probably closed now,” I commented before I realized he probably didn’t mean right then.

“Oh! Yeah!” Harry looked at his phone. It was after eleven. “Shit, I didn’t realize it was so late.”

“Yeah I should get home.”

I shoved my book in my backpack and zipped it up.

“Can I walk you?” Harry asked.

“Oh, um...no, I have my car.”

“You don’t live on campus?”

I shook my head.

“Oh.” Harry looked disappointed. Or maybe I was just hoping he did. “Can I at least walk you to your car?”

I tried to hide my smile. “Sure.”

Stepping out into the cold night, I was glad I’d brought my winter coat instead of just my hoodie. Harry, however was only in a light jacket. I did notice how he walked a little closer to me, but I didn’t say anything until he did.

“It’s changing seasons now I reckon.”

“Yeah. Is it far to your building?”

“Nah, just over there,” he pointed across the street.

“Oh, that’s good.”

We made it to my car and I thanked him for walking with me before I opened the door and climbed inside.

“Jessie,” he said, his voice low, his arm on the door. “Can I call you Jessie?”

I bit my lip and nodded. Nobody else called me that, but I would gladly let him call me anything he wanted.

“Good,” he beamed. “You look like a Jessie to me. Anyway, do you think we could do this again? Studying, I mean, at the library.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“It’s just...the test isn’t for a week but I really wanna make sure I know this stuff…”

I reached a hand out and touched his bicep. “It’s no problem, Harry. I’m happy to help.”

“Great!” he said. “Is tomorrow too soon?”

“No, it’s fine with me. Same time?”

“Yeah. Thanks Jessie.”

“You’re welcome. Goodnight, Harry.”

“There’s no way Danny’s has better donuts than Esther’s,” Harry argued. “I’m sorry Miss Foodie, but I will have to disagree with you there.”

I laughed at his nickname and shook my head. “Not all the donuts,” I pointed out. “Just the jelly-filled. If I want a jelly donut, I go to Danny’s, no contest.”

“But have you had the cinnamon cake donuts from Esther’s?”

“I have,” I nodded. “And I agree, they’re good. But jelly is the best.”

Harry rolled his eyes which made me laugh harder. I covered my face with my hands, remembering we were in a library.

Harry and I had been at it since seven, studying for the Biology exam, but somehow we’d made it to the subject of food once again, just like we had almost all week, except for a couple days when we couldn’t meet.

“Alright, Harry,” I said once I calmed down. “Test is tomorrow. What do you think?” It was Sunday evening and the library closed early.

“I think I want another week,” he groaned.

“Harry!”

“Okay, okay, I think I’ve got it. I’ll at least squeak by and get a C.”

“Gee, thanks,” I scoffed.

Harry smirked, giving my chair a tiny shove under the table. “I’m teasing you, darling.”

I blushed for the upteenth time that week and gave a gentle grin. “Oh.”

“You’ve been a tremendous help, Jessie,” he added. “I’m actually sad the week is ending. I’ve enjoyed spending time with you.”

“Oh,” I repeated.

“You know,” he raised a brow as he packed up his books, “since we’ve been talking about food so much, I was thinking after this test is over we should go out.”

“What?” I stared at him in disbelief.

“Out to eat,” he offered. “Someplace you like. Not that Mediterranean restaurant or the one by the cinema, obviously.”

“Um...really? Um...I don’t know.” I stumbled.

“Yeah. Why not?”

“Um...I’m...I’m kind of busy,” I said.

Harry pouted, then blinked. “Every day?”

“Well…” I hesitated, knowing fully well that was a lie. “Maybe not. Um...yeah, sure we could do that...sometime.”

“Cool,” Harry beamed, “wanna give me your number?”

I stared at him while he pulled out his phone. Touching a few things, he looked up at me.

“Go ahead,” he urged. But I was frozen.

Guys like Harry didn’t ask for phone numbers from girls like me.

“Jessie?” he asked.

Finally I cleared my throat and recited my number. With a genuine smile, Harry typed it into his phone.

“I just texted you,” he said. “So now you have mine.”

“Okay,” I breathed.

Harry walked me to my car like always and waved goodbye as I drove off. When I got home and dropped my bag on the chair beside my bed, I quickly dug out my phone. I didn’t use it all that often; no one ever called me. It was more for emergencies. But there it was. A text.

Hey Miss Foodie. Good luck on the test tomorrow. And thanks for all your help.

Text me when you get home please.

I bit my bottom lip to keep from smiling as big as I wanted. But it was no use. The smile won out. He’d said please for gosh sakes.

I’m home.

Hey, thanks for letting me know. Just wanted to make sure you got home safely.

Ok.

Goodnight Jessie. See you in the morning.

Goodnight Harry

I could tell my texts were short and bland, even for someone who doesn’t text much. But I didn’t know what else to say.

The test went smoothly, at least I thought. I finished mine a little early and turned it in to Professor Graham. When I reached the door, I looked back and saw Harry with his lopsided grin. I waved and he gave me a thumbs up.

That afternoon I heard my phone buzz which startled me since that didn’t happen often. Harry sent me a short text saying he thought he might’ve aced the test. I told him I wouldn’t doubt it.

Professor Graham said the scores would be posted that night online. Just after I checked mine, and gave myself a mental high five for the perfect score, my phone rang.

“Hello?” I answered.

“A ninety, Jessie! I got a ninety!”

“Harry, that’s great!” I cheered.

“Well, it’s not acing it, but close. Definitely the best score I’ve ever gotten on a science test.”

“I’m happy for you!”

“Couldn’t have done it without you, Jessie!”

I smiled, though he couldn’t see me.

“I really appreciate all your help,” he continued. “Although we probably spent at least half of the study time talking about food.”

I chuckled. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I like talking to you.”

“I like talking to you, too,” I said before I could stop the words.

“Good. So let’s talk now,” I could practically hear the lopsided grin in his voice. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing. Just checked my score.”

“You aced it, didn’t you?”

I was silent.

“Of course you did,” he teased. “Smarty pants.”

“Well I was your tutor,” I quipped.

“Study partner,” he corrected.

I laughed louder.

“I like your laugh,” he said. “It’s cute.”

For the next hour, I was not myself. I was some other person, some other version of Jessica. I was Jessie, I supposed, Harry’s study partner. A girl with a cute laugh who got phone calls and texts from curly headed boys with lopsided grins. I didn’t recognize myself.

By the time I got off the phone, my face was flushed, and my smile seemed permanently glued to my face. Washing up before bed, I stared in the mirror, reminding myself who I really was.

Girls like me didn’t get phone calls and laugh for over an hour with boys like Harry. Most people didn’t notice me. Guys especially.

Wednesday morning when I walked into Bio, Harry was already there, which was a first. In fact, he was sitting in my seat, a white paper bag in front of him on the desk and a goofy grin on his face like he had a secret he was dying to tell.

“What are you doing?” I asked with a chuckle.

“Brought you something,” he replied, pointing to the bag. Then he slid into the empty seat next to mine that was usually occupied by Omar.

Taking my seat, I grabbed the bag and opened it, the sweet aroma hitting my nostrils immediately.

A jelly donut from Danny’s.

“What is this for?” I asked him incredulously.

“For helping me with the Bio test,” he said. Then a wide grin spread across his face as his cheeks blushed a rosy pink, much like mine had been doing since last Monday. “And maybe because I kinda like you.”

“What?” My eyes widened like saucers.

He looked down at the desk and back at me. “Alright. Truth? It’s not a maybe. And I don’t just kinda like you. I do like you. A lot, actually.”

“No you don’t,” I snapped before I even realized the words had left my lips. I regretted them instantly, especially after seeing the hurt look on Harry’s face.

“I don’t?”

“Well...I mean...you can’t.”

“Why can’t I?” He leaned closer to me. “Do you have a boyfriend?” he whispered. Then he seemed to consider something else. “Or a girlfriend?”

I shook my head. “No. I mean...guys like you don’t like girls like me.”

Harry narrowed his eyes, his expression looking like all the gears in his brain were turning around all of the words I’d said.

“What exactly are...guys like me...and girls like you? As far as I can tell, I’m a guy...no, not even that. I’m a person. And you’re a person. And I like you. What’s wrong with that?”

“Because it’s…” I stumbled. “I don’t know. You’re just...well you’re you.”

“I am me,” he agreed. “At least I hope I am.”

I tried not to laugh as I shook my head. “We’re different, Harry.”

“How so?” Harry crossed his arms over his chest. I glanced over towards the door and saw Michelle Young walk in. She was tall and pretty and when she walked into a room, people noticed.

“Have you looked at you?” I sighed.

Harry looked down at his lap and held out his arms, pretending to inspect himself. He was really making this hard for me.

“Her!” I gestured toward Michelle who was taking her seat. “That’s the kind of girl that gets attention. Guys like you go out with girls like her.”

Harry seemed to study Michelle longer than I would have liked, but when he turned back to me, he merely shrugged.

“She’s okay, I guess. But I haven’t gotten to know her and spend time with her. She may be a lovely person, or she may be a bore. I like you, Jessie.”

I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Being around Harry definitely made me feel a certain way, but I didn’t think he would ever in my wildest dreams feel the same about me. I needed time to process it.

Professor Graham walked into the room then, and the class quieted. Omar shuffled in after the Professor so Harry walked around me to his seat behind me. For the next hour I was grateful he didn’t have to see my face. Because I had no idea what emotions they revealed.

When the lecture was over, Harry asked if we could talk. I told him I had to get to my next class, but he could text me later. And I told him thanks for the donut.

I didn’t get a text from Harry that afternoon, which was rather disappointing, but I tried not to dwell on it. I knew he was out of my league anyway and figured he finally decided for himself.

That night, however, after I ate dinner with my mom and did some homework, I realized I had a voicemail.

“Jessie…” he hesitated. “I’m not exactly sure what I did. But whatever it is, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you off, if I came on too strong. I just...I like you and um.... I don’t really understand this ‘girls like you’ thing you mentioned. But...I think you’re great. And I wish we could go out. But...if you don’t want to, it’s okay. Text me if you want...or call...or whatever. Bye.”

I sat on the edge of my bed with my phone in my hand for nearly twenty minutes. I was too chicken to call. I didn’t know what I would say. And apparently I didn’t know what to say in a text either because everything I’d type I’d just end up deleting before I could send it. Finally I just typed four words.

I like you too.

Harry didn’t reply to my text that night. Or at least not before I fell asleep. But I awoke to new messages Thursday morning.

Thank God!!!

When do you wanna go out??

Oh by the way, how was the donut?

I laughed as I got ready for school, sending him a quick reply that we could go out that weekend if he was available and that the jelly donut was the bomb.

I felt different all day. I seemed to have a hop in my step and a smile on my face at all times. For the first time in a long time, something - other than food - made me...happy.

But the hop and smile were short-lived. That night Harry called me and he sounded terrible.

“I think I’m getting a cold,” he moaned.

“Oh no.”

“I wanted to take you out tomorrow,” he added.

“It’s okay,” I assured him. “We can do it another time.”

“I’m sorry, Jessie.”

We talked for a little longer, but Harry’s coughing was getting worse so we said goodnight.

Harry didn’t make it to Biology the next morning either. I felt awful for him, but more than that, I missed him. Granted, he sat behind me, but just knowing his seat was empty made my heart ache.

After my next class, I had a plan. Taking a detour to 8th and Morton, I made a special purchase before heading to the dorms across from the Franklin Library. I didn’t know which one exactly was Harry’s, but as luck would have it, I saw Omar from Bio walking up to the building and I asked him.

His door was at the end of the hall. Taking a deep breath, I knocked three times. I heard some sort of sounds coming from inside before a latch was released and the door swung open.

“Jessie!” Harry exclaimed in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

He sniffled, then brought a tissue to his mouth which he coughed into. He looked like Rudolph with his red nose. I had the sudden urge to kiss it, but instead I made myself speak.

“I came to check on you,” I admitted.

“Oh. That’s sweet of you. I’m sorry I’m…” he paused to cough again, “...sick.”

I frowned at his obvious look of disappointment as though he really was more upset that he was sick under the circumstances. I found it endearing.

“Harry, get back inside,” I said, pushing him into his room and shutting the door behind me.

“You brought me something?” he asked, eyeing the bag in my hand.

I smiled, holding it up. “Soup. Now sit.”

Mustering up a smile of his own, he followed my orders and sat at the desk behind him. I opened the bag and pulled out the large container of soup and a spoon.

“Eat up, buttercup,” I sang. Then I sat on the nearby bed as I watched Harry dig in. After the first spoonful, he made a sound and looked at me with wide eyes.

“‘s so good!”

“Told ya! It’s my favorite comfort food. You’ll probably be feeling better by tomorrow.”

“I thought the mac and cheese was your favorite comfort food.”

I rolled my eyes. Okay so he paid attention. “Fine, second favorite.”

Despite his illness, Harry smirked before focusing again on the soup. I smiled and started to lie back on the bed.

“Is this your bed?” I asked.

He nodded.

“Okay, good. Didn’t wanna lie on someone else’s,” I joked.

“But you might not wanna lie on mine since I’ve been sick.”

He had a point. I sighed. “I don’t care.”

Harry ate a little more than half the container before he had another coughing fit. He grabbed a nearby water bottle that he’d apparently been drinking from and guzzled it down.

“‘m Sorry, Jessie,” he whined. “I think I need to lie down.”

“Oh, of course,” I agreed, sitting up. I was about to stand when he stopped me.

“Lie with me,” he said. “Just for a little bit.”

I blinked before he practically pulled me down with him, not having the chance to argue. Harry wrapped his arms around me and I instantly felt warm. I laid my head on his chest and felt his breaths, a nice steady rhythm that soothed me.

“This is so nice,” he murmured. “No one’s ever done anything like this for me before.”

I hummed against his chest and he pulled me tighter.

“You know, the soup was great. But if I do end up better by tomorrow, I reckon it’ll be because of you.”

I lifted my head to look at his face. His eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks were flushed, but more than anything I saw...something else. Sincerity.

“Me?” I whispered.

Harry pushed a strand of hair away from my cheek.

“I really like you, Jessie. I think you’re kind and thoughtful, smart and funny, cute and sweet.”

I smiled at him as he traced the back of his hand across my cheek.

“I think you might be my comfort food,” he grinned.

I couldn’t help but giggle at that.

“Smooth, Harry,” I poked.

“Hey, you liked it, admit it.”

It was cheesier than the mac and cheese I so loved. But it was also sweeter than a jelly donut. I could make my own silly analogies. But regardless, it was great to hear.

“I do admit it,” I nodded. “And I like you, too. A lot.”

Tilting his head, Harry leaned in, his lips grazing mine before taking my face in his hands and kissing me tenderly.

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22 - Thong Song please and thank you 🙏 😂

Here you all go! I did my best to make it funny yet a bit scandalous lol

Based on the song Thong Song By Sisqo

Warnings: 18+ ONLY.MDNI! Sexual themes. Might or might not count as smut. Joe X Reader.

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"What do you think? These or these?" You ask your best friend as you hold up two different thongs. "Um...those aren't that cute." She says looking at your weird. "They're not for me." You say looking at the yellow thong. "Did I miss something and you dumped Joe for a girl?" She asks and you laugh. "These are for him." You say and she freezes. "Come again?" She asks. "He lost a bet." You say and she starts laughing. "On what!?" She asks. "We bet on some basketball game and his team lost." You say grabbing the yellow thong and leaving the red one you had also grabbed. "And what exactly is the punishment other than him having to wear that." she chuckles as you two head to the cashier in this lingerie store. "He has to wear it to a work party we're going to tomorrow night." Your smirk. "Oof, sucks to be him." She laughs. You two leave the mall and go your separate ways. You head over to your home that you shared with Joe, tired from the long shopping day you had with your best friend. 

Getting out of the car and grabbing all the shopping bags you make your way inside where you're instantly met with Joe fighting with someone. He was definitely playing one of his video games again. Deciding to leave him alone you make your way upstairs. You drop the bags on the bench that you had at the end of the bed and started putting stuff away. You bought way more than you had thought. "So you're just gonna come home and not say hello?" You hear Joe say as you hang up a new dress in the closet. "You seemed busy cussing someone out." You chuckle as he wraps his arms around you and gives you a kiss on your shoulder. "Ja'Marr made us lose the game again." He says making you laugh. "Nothing new I see." You say turning around and giving him a kiss. "Did you eat?" He asks. "We had lunch but I'm sure I'll get hungry again later." You say as Joe let's go of you and you walk back to the bags. "I'm surprised to see these many bags, I didn't get any notifications on my account the whole day." Joe says and you sigh. "How many times do I have to tell you that I can pay for things myself." You say grabbing another bag. "and that's cool but you do a lot of things for me, it'd make me feel better if you would treat yourself on my dime." Joe says. "You already pay for everything in this house Joseph, I can buy my own clothing and accessories." You chuckle shaking your head. 

"What's in here?" Joe smirks grabbing the bag from the lingerie boutique you had went earlier. "For you." You smirk. "Oh?" Joe smirks back but little did he know they were actually for him. He pulls out the yellow thong and he looks at them. "Not really your style but I'm sure they're going to look great on you." Joe says and you snort. "Someone I guess forgot about our bet the other day." You cross your arms smirking. Joe looks at you weird and then he freezes. "You were serious about that?" He asks. "Uh, yeah! Tomorrow is the perfect night to wear them too." You wink. "At your work party?! No way, nope." Absolutely not Joe says putting them back in the bag. "Hm... then I guess I can invite Sebastian instead." You shrug walking to put the skincare you had bought away in the bathroom. "Woah, Woah...Who said anything about taking your stupid coworker. Stop talking nonsense." Joe scoffs following you into the bathroom. "Then, keep your side of the bet!" You say and he sighs. "You're not going to let this go are you?" He asks. "Nope!" You smile at him through the mirror. 

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"Are you ready? We have to go in 5 minutes to get there on time" You say slipping your heels on. It was the evening of the party and you were about ready to go. "I'm actually not feeling too well, kind of have a headache maybe you should go without me." Joe says from the bathroom and you chuckle. "Nice try Burrow, let's go." You say grabbing your clutch. The bathroom door slowly opens and Joe comes out with an uncomfortable face making you smile. "You look nice...turn around." You say and he sighs in defeat turning around and you feast your eyes on his perfect ass in his slacks. "You should of done this a long time ago, you're has has never looked better." You smirk giving his plump cheeks a nice smack. "Do not do that!" Joe say turning around immediately. "Why not? You do it to me all the time. Hope you have an icepack in the freezer because that ass is going to be sore tonight." You wink at him before making your way out the bed room. "What does that even mean? I don't like the sound of that at all." Joe says following you. 

You two make your way to the car and you decide to drive. As you drove Joe kept moving around in his seat and adjusting himself. "Babe, you're kind of distracting me here." You say stopping at a red light. "Well sorry! But my balls are quite literally hanging out and this shit is riding up a little too much in the back." He says making you laugh. "Welcome to my world." You smile. "Can't believe I'm doing this." He says clearly irritated at the situation. "You lost fair and square, you'll be alright." You smirk and you could feel him giving you a dirty look beside you.

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It was later in the night now and you were mingling around talking to some coworkers at this party. It was retirement party for one of our supervisor and you were actually having a good time. Joe on the other hand...not so much. He kept leaving to the bathroom to readjust himself and he now believes that my coworkers assume he has the runs. "I'll be back." You tell your coworkers heading over to Joe who was getting a drink at the bar. "Hey there sweet cheeks."  You say to Joe grabbing a butt cheek which made him jump. "Don't do that, you work with these people." Joe mutters giving you a look. "Chill out grandpa, no one is even around or paying attention." You laugh. "Are you ready to leave yet? Between this bet and your co-workers thinking I have to poop every 10 minutes because of it. I think I did my time" He says as the bartender comes over with a water bottle for him. "Hmm...I think you've suffered enough." You say. You say your goodbyes to everyone and make your way home. This time Joe drove home and as he was driving an idea pops into your head. You had music playing from your phone and decided to queue a certain song. As you two drove in silence and the song you chose started playing, a smile played on your face. Joe quickly looks over to you hearing the familiar violin playing. "Here we go." He rolls his eyes making you laugh.

"He had dumps like a truck, truck, truck. Thighs like, what, what, what. Baby move your butt, butt, butt." You sang. "Can you please not!" Joe says trying not to laugh but you continue to sing anyway. "Let me see that thong, baby! That Th-thong, thong, thong! I like when that beat go, I like when that booty go!" You sing as if your life depended on it. "That's enough!" A very red Joe says turning off the radio. "You're such a party pooper! Boooo!" You say rolling your eyes. "I'm never ever doing this again." Joe shakes his head as he pulls into your neighborhood. "Never say never Joseph." You chuckle. He pulls up to the house and parks in the garage and he makes a straight bee line the bedroom and you follow him. Joe makes an abrupt stop right before entering the room which causes you to bump into his hard back. "Where do you think you're going?" He asks and you laugh. "You think you're going to wear a thong and I'm not going to at least see it on you?" You scoff. "That wasn't part of the bet, so...that's exactly what's going to happen" He says turning around and going into the room. "Okay, that's fine." You say and he eyes you suspiciously as you start to take your jewelry off and change. "What's your game here?" Joe asks not convinced that you would just let it go like that. "No game but now that I think of it it's been how long since we've had sex due to our schedules?" You ask Joe and he looks at you with an unamused face. "3 weeks." He mutters. "I was reading that for athletes it does them pretty good to refrain from sex when partaking in their sport...the season is coming up maybe it will do some good if you just only focused on football until February." You shrug. 

"You're threatening no sex because I won't let you see me in this stupid thing?" Joe asks. "I'm doing no such thing, I'm just thinking of you and ways to help you this season." You say grabbing your pajamas and going to the bathroom to wash your face and change. As you changed the bathroom door opens and Joe enters. "Some privacy please?" You say but he ignores you and walks on over to you. "If...I let you see me in this stupid thing. Promise me you won't go to your friends about it." Joe says and you smile. "Promise." You bite your lip. Joe gives you a nervous look before he undoes his pants an drops them. He couldn't even look you in the eye. You smile seeing the yellow thin piece of fabric fail miserably at covering his bits. "Now turn..." You smirk and he sighs before turning around and seeing just how his two perfect round cheeks just swallow the thong. "This is the best day of my life." You giggle and Joe turns his head gives you an annoyed look. "Okay, that's eno- woah woah...the night is just getting started. Give me a minute and I'll meet you on the bed." You smirk inching closer to him. "There's no way this is turning you on right now." Joe says and your hand slowly makes its way to one of his cheeks making him turn red. "Just do what I say Burrow." You say giving him a sweet kiss before snapping the thong on his ass cheek like he's done to you plenty of times, which made him flinch and whimper. This was going to be so fun, you thought to yourself.

[not-so-shy-lee-chu]

I heard you were a "sucker" for tit sucking, tickling and the like. Heh, get it cause ykyk suck- nvm anyways xD,

Imagine your in a gloryhole. Though, not the kind of gloryhole that you would think. Instead of having your mouth or pussy exposed... its your tits.. your overly sensitive, easy to manipulate breasts. With how overly responsive, match with how sizeable your breastds are... you were practically a star of the gloryhole. Though, not in the kind that you would think.. truth be told you were being held there sgainst your will. All those people, touching and prodding and squeezing your erect areolas only feeling the fiery need of your edged pussy, only fadding fuel to your masohism. The person who put you there has edged you atleast 3 months, since then.. you havent orgasmed.. not even once. You were basically a frustrated mess, now even your pussy is being exposed to the public soon. In a few days, you will be teased to insanity, teased till you go crazy, teased till you cry tears of frustration from longing that sweet sweet release... as if things cant get worse.. when the gloryhole is closed, he would make you watch other girls cumming their hearts out through a vr headset. Making you watch as their hair becomes a mess, and that sweet surge of pleasure tskes over their bodies, something that you can only yearn for. And as the day starts over, the cycle repeats itself, continuous torturous teasing during the day, and tantalizingly making you watch girl orgasm during the night.

As time passes by, your will and any defenses you might have all broken to shatters. You still wonder ever so slightly, when will you be able to orgasm? How long will you have to wait? Will your captor even let you orgasm? And, why is it that the more you're edged... the more your masochistic side is loving it~ >:)

-🍺

P.S. hope you like my teasee its only one of many hehe :)

OH LAWD HAVE MERCY, WHAT KIND OF A PARAGRAPH IS THIS 🤯😵‍💫.

Oh taking a look at this I loved it, Just forced to expose my nipples and get them sucked, toyed with and meanwhile I can't do anything to stop it and being there against my will? That's... that's hot. My nipples are perking up and tingling at the idea.

How about this tho, from the slave's perspective🪶😈:

I haven't been able to sleep at night. This guy, who kidnapped me for money. Turned me into his slave when he understood I was just as broke as he was. It was six months ago but the memories are as fresh as today... He stripped me, spend his first month edging my desperate pussy daily, tying my legs up and apart, cutting my underwear, he told me that day... I was no longer allowed to cum for the rest of my life. I begged him not to. He than edged my clit with feathers, little paint and makeup brushes, his own fingers and even... with little kisses on it sometimes. I couldn't bear it. I cried and moaned and begged him, told him about every single dime of money I had left and where I kept them. He didn't seem to be interested in my money anymore for some reason... I cried and cried, but it fell on deaf ears as he circled the paintbrush around my pathetic little nub. Licking his lips and chuckling as my button throbbed when he pulled away. That's when I heard him say... "I don't need the money anymore dear, I just found a way to make my own bank... And you're going to help me with that"

...

And now here we are... My body is completely mummified, I have a blindfold and gag on too. I can't see, hear or speak anything. I simply exist here behind this wall, with my boobs peeking put of my cozy cocoon into the other side of the wall. I can't see anything. All I know is that the guy that kidnapped me earns money from it. People come and go. I can't see or hear them. I just feel them start to play with my nipples... Oh my poor nipples. I wish there was a way to get out, to set free. I would give myself all the orgasms in the world but I can't... They play with my nipples, my poor nipples. They roll them between their fingers, caress and stroke the top of it, making my knees go weak. Good thing I'm almost fixiated here to my spot, I don't have to stand. I can just let it go. They sometimes use feathers and brushes on it, it tickles so much honestly. It makes me howl and cry from laughing. After a month or so edging, my whole body is sensitive. That's why the makeup brushes do make me cry if the person keeps using it for a long time. I hate those. I hate it, I hate how my pussy and nipple ache with each stroke. I hate how I can't touch them. I hate how good it feels yet not enough... Please. Please I'll do anything. Please I need to cum!

Ohh some of them even lick and suck it. That is the most unbearable one because I get so close to cumming and they suddenly stop. I know that guy makes them do it. He loves to hear my growl and cry of frustration behind that wall. It gets so mean, it makes me sob every time. But after that much time spent in here. I got used to it, I lost my mind to be exact :) I don't put much fight up anymore, I know it's useless. I know if I give him a hard time, he is going to make me watch girls cumming all night long as he edges my clit and nipples together with brushes and vibrators, or even call his friends to do it together. I know if I curse at him, he will tie me up and tickle me all day and all night long. My poor feet can't handle how vulgar he is with his brushes and nails. I even curl my toes at the idea of it.

So I just take it like the brainless slave I am. I just exist as my boobs, clit and nipples. They're all I can think about. I just want to cum, nothing else. I just want to cum for the rest of my life. But I know he is not going to let me. Never again. He enjoys it I can feel that. He sometimes keeps me mummied and sucks my nipples himself at night, than masturbates on them and laughs at how pathetic I am. I just stay there, squirming, whining at my gag to beg him so that he plays with them longer. Just a little longer please, I am so close. Needy and crazy as always... It's too late for me to go back. I only know this life and nothing else...

I'm a slave. That's what my life will be from now on.

Oh please don't hesitate to send asks 🥰🥰 I enjoyed this one a lot! Thank you: 🍺 anon

[crystalelemental]

"megazardx2: Oh, so you do know and you don’t like it! I actually kind of did…Guess that tracks! I was hoping things would turn out a bit different this time, but whatevs; let’s just go with the expected route! And Welp, Kieran’s plot continues into The Indigo Disk, so I hope you enjoy disliking that part, too! I’m rather salty."

Salty about the DLC, or salty I don't seem to like it? Either way, fair. There are some aspects I enjoy, but most of it kinda missed its mark. I expect Indigo Disk will do better, since it allegedly connects more to Area Zero which was the strength of this game, but we'll see.

As for the story...if you want more, it's under the cut. But I know this is going to be a point of disagreement, so it might just be fuel on the fire.

I can already tell people are going to really like Kieran. My wife really likes him. I don't hate him, but I'm not having the same response I know others are.

I do get it, I swear I get it. Day 1, your sister, who is abrasive but genuinely seems to care about you, sets you up to spend time with the new player you took a connection to, and it's super exciting! You don't make friends well and you're super excited to have this little adventure and this connection where maybe they even indicate they understand your way of thinking! And then day 2 said sister pulls you aside and suddenly they're going around without you on some adventure. And they don't tell you about having met the ogre, and they don't tell you about the story your grandfather told you about, and this person you thought you connected with now suddenly seems really emotionally far from you and you don't really understand why. And that hurts and it sucks and you're mad at them for seemingly turning on you, and you're mad at your sister for shifting on a dime from setting you up with this person to suddenly taking them for herself, and you're mad at your grandfather for not telling you the truth about the ogre that you liked. I get it. I get why you're mad, I swear I do.

Being mad at me (player character) is unreasonable. Kieran, buddy, I'm sorry you latched onto the idea that we were super best friends forever deluxe, but I have known you a total of less than 24 hours. I was asked, by your grandfather, not to spread this story, because of the chaos it could cause socially if we tried. I am an outsider. I have no stake in any of this. If I am told "it is bad for our village if we try to tell people this," I am going to then not tell anyone. Even you, person I have a budding friendship with but not any long-lasting reason to be willing to defy such a request for.

If I'm being especially critical, it's the issue the whole game has of not really wanting to engage with what exactly its characters dealt with. "They were bullied/were outcasts" is a nice broad sentiment to evoke sympathy, but I have zero context for what that looks like. What I do have context for is Team Star grunts talking about a quota for strong-arming other students into dropping out and joining them even all this time later, and Kieran being very quick to jump to the conclusion that I'm being mean to him for lying when I don't immediately break my promise for him.

I know there's a lot of feelings wrapped up in that. I know there's a history here we aren't going to be privy to. But in absence of it, he comes across as needlessly harsh toward you, in a way that's like...buddy, maybe this is why it's hard to make friends? Maybe you're putting too much expectation on them right away, and get really mad when they're not instantly all-in on your level of friendship devotion? Which is fascinating as a character study! That's really interesting and well-crafted, and I like him in that regard! But I sure don't really like him as a person right now!

Which is probably why I'm so conflicted about the Ogerpon thing. Like yeah, he really identified with the ogre, and you can feel the connection to it as a concept. So on the one hand, it feels almost malicious that all of this ends in beating his ass in a battle then catching it in front of him. But on the other hand, his knowledge of the ogre was wrong, and how much of that connection would actually go well if he's this harsh toward his friend for not sticking to him only. So there is, I suppose like usual, a reason for him not getting it. But it also feels a lot harsher this time than most others. Zinnia-esque, I would say. That's the only other time I can think of where they're so attached to the specific legend, and so ingrained in the culture of it, but it goes to someone completely outside of this culture for little reason other than "is main character."

At this point I'm mostly just rambling. The short is, I don't hate the kid, and I'm fine with him coming back for Indigo Disk if they're continuing development, because there's potential here. My response is just a lot harsher on the kid than I know others will have.

[1nm806]

ok so like

i mentioned eel ran away in my Eel Is A Little Traumatized Boy Master Post when i made that ten billion million years ago

and he went to work for the circus for a year before he was a newsie

ive posted a painting i did of him in a tutu which im supes proud of lmao but i have this thing that when he was younger and before. yknow. puberty. he worked as a bowery beauty for a while after the circus and after he was a newsie because he had to get back on his feet. and i have a lot more thoughts in that vein but they dont make much sense outside of my head other than 'something something something he had to resort to selling his body for a while and hates when people touch him without his consent because of it something something' which SUCKS for him because ive already said he was a really tactile person? so he hates when people touch him but he loves hugs and stuff like that (might also be the tism but whos to say)

so it took such a long time to trust his friends in queens enough for them to even clap him on the shoulder or something, but after they left and he became king he didnt have that support system to bounce back on so he was really struggling with trusting people until he met shoe. and even with him, it took eel months to let him get near him, because he was big and tall and brought back bad memories, but he learned that shoe wasn't like those guys in the alley when he was young, shoe would never touch him when he doesnt want to be, shoe may be a large guy but he's so so gentle with the kids. and i think thats what finally got eel to trust him, he saw how sweet he was with the littles and was like "oh he's actually like. super nice and sweet and pretty and raaah maybe he wouldnt hurt anyone for no good reason" and dimes kinda just affixed himself to eel's side and zeke just. let him. dimes was the only one zeke trusted immediately, and he's not sure why, until he sees his old friend from queens before he was king and is like oh. dimes is the same person as Evan (kind of an oc? not really, kind of like i just took one of my really good friends and stuck them in a newsie outfit and now they exsist lmao) and he''s like whelp if i can't take care of evan now, dimes is the next best thing and promptly adopts him <3

anywhizzle i have a lot of thoughts abt these stupid little guys if youse wants more <3

RAGRHAGRAARH IM GOING TO CHEW ON YOUR IDEAS I NEED RAGRHAHRAGRAHRARHAGHRAGRAH I LOVE THEM YOUR BRAIN ITS WORKING THIS IS SO RHAHRAHARHRARAGARHARH I CANT!! ARTICULATE ANY THOUGHTS!! BUT I LOVE THIS I LOVE THEM I M GOING TO RHAHRHARH!!!!! /POS/POS

ur ALWAYS good 2 share ur thoughts i ALWAYS WANNA HEAR BOUT THIS FAMBLY!!!

[hermit-called-he]

BACK

Today I saw you for the first time since you came back

The whole thing was such a surprise, my insides were all out of wack

You? In the dining hall far away from your little hermit hole? 

Don’t mind me thinking that shit is bull

The encounter was maybe 2 minutes 

It would make me feel tingly no matter how many digits

You came to say hi with a wave 

Oh, sometimes I wish you knew how much my brain refuses to behave

You still smile with those big ol’ brown eyes and it sends my heart into a flutter

God, when I see you, all my thoughts do is sputter 

The hop you did with the hand motions sucked out the rest of the air in my lungs

I swear my brain activity ceased, it couldn’t even speak in tongues

It feels weird having you back

Especially when I’ve been trying to delete you from my brain and let you fade to black

I suppose I should be glad that you seemed happy to see me 

It’s all I expect you to be 

Just when I thought I was getting used to clamping down on the urge to give you a text,

You just surprise me in my own territory and I am utterly vexed

I know it’s unreasonable to be mad, 

But part of me was hoping there would be no interaction to be had 

I know it’s unhealthy for me to know that you came back 

Every time I think about it, I feel the urge to give myself a smack

Fucking asshole for absolutely no reason and it’s infuriating

Why did I have to think you were suitable for dating?

I can’t stop shaking my left foot when I think about the encounter 

Why the fuck do I have to be such a fucking debbie downer?

Why does it feel like you’d be worth my time if I was a little bit looser?

It just makes me feel like a fucking loser

Why do I have this problem every goddamn time?

Someone would have 30 cents if I always paid a dime 

3 men, all alike in some ways, but different in others

I honestly think sometimes I should just hide under the covers

You’re going to be the death of me

Especially since you’re already number 3

I never let anyone see 

It’s embarrassing and all that shit

Everyone trusts me to keep it together, y’know?

If I shatter… well, a few people might go below 

I hope I don’t see you come back again

Even if I think you’re the best of men

My brain doesn’t have space to lend 

Especially for something like this that is already trivial 

Nevertheless, I will be convivial

I know you won’t listen, that it’s wishful thinking 

But I can’t help but think it would be best if you stayed away 

Maybe it’ll be okay someday 

[zombies-aliens]

Man idk wtf I'm expected to do in my situation. Man this woman was fine as hell and I helped her at work and I can so easily tell she thinks I'm handsome but.. I'm at work, I don't have time to chit chat. I wish women were more direct and gave numbers out or at least they could say some playful shit like "so are you gonna ask for my number?" and HELLYEAH YOU FINE AS HELL but fuck what can I say to the girl right then and there? I'm dealing with dumbass low IQ customers who don't understand anything other than yes, these moronic pea brain birds don't get that :hey sorry we don't have that in here: means WE DONT CARRY IT bruh idk if I should kms or if I should laugh my ass off at their stupidity. Um yeah there's actually a new plague that's worse than COVID and it's irreversible, and we're calling the disease: the customer. It's a horrible disease that kills brain cells and 1 in 2 people have it. Symptoms include being slow as fuck, blocking entrances to aisles, and not knowing how to read signs, oh and the classic "I forgot to bring my glasses" BITCH..... HOW DO YOU FORGET... NAW IM DONE MAN LMFAOOOOOOOO AYO LEMME GET BACK TO THE LADY bro I'm about to go BONKERS and spill everything that irritates me about these bird customers lemme get back to the lady now

So that lady was pretty and all she looked way better than my coworkers. Bro I know I can pull nines and dimes and that lady was looking right in the looks department and well, I can't be too sure if she thought the same of me but most likely, I'm in the store looking neat and presentable, nothing fancy or outlandish going on, but I'm a pretty handsome guy to a lot of women and men tell me I'm not ugly too. My appearance is a key thing apparently and I hate to suck my own dick but yeah, I see it. But wtf was I suppose to do and if anything happens then shiii ima have to be quick man because I'm working and I'm sure she's got a busy schedule with other dudes hitting on her too and I'm sure she's fucking maybe, idk, some dudes are honestly terrible at talking to girls but maybe idc but it's good to think so imo bc maybe she's not the type to get attached to but hey if she's lovely and she doesn't raise suspicions of being a woman of the streets then shiiieeett your boy might cuff. I still dk wtf to do about it. I don't have much time on my hands so it'll have to be quick. But honestly bro.. I'm a man with needs. IM TRYNA FUCK I'm not trying to read the Bible lmao

[the-firebird69]

There are several things that are happening that are different and Charlotte county and one of them is being treated completely differently more desperate instead of what it sounds like. But however we are getting into it and we're learning something there are a lot of things happening that are going along with what we want and some that don't go along with what we want to know and we're going to examine the difference and make sure that we're okay cuz some of the stuff is pretty wicked. And we have an idea what we're talking about. I'm social security was him not getting paid a dime it might be better for him not to be at this time and what he says we're not preempting and we're not going in there and we're not getting into this involved as we should and those are things that are problems and the max wanted like that

Thor Freya

It's been a long road and difficult and it's getting worse this has a point it's one way or the other and we don't know which way it is. And he says it's kind of simple you're paying your own people and you're paying them with basic social security and if you pay me it will become a big hassle and it's true but we're not getting anywhere by doing it

Trump

Then again I know there's people thinking it's because we're holding it but then to what end and we're not taking over social security we're losing it

Dan

This time goes by we getting worn out and it's silent creeping up on us but if you do that payment it may make it much worse but what are we going to do we have to be sending orders and getting people to do stuff

Bja

Already doing that and what kind of getting caught at it and moving him into it might make it harder but it might make it better but then again it could make him a lot worse cuz they'll get scrutiny and it'll get scrutinized

Terry c

You think it'll get you scrutinized so we're going to push it forward

Mac

That's what I found

Robin

Hahaha is there trying to remember his name it's like Darren something and McConnell and he said actually first he said Matt Damon and his sister was in college with him oh he knows who he is no

Matt damon

So I was thinking of me as Matt Damon

DiCaprio

These things are all nice and fun and dandy but they're saying they're going to do that and they say that they're going to pay their own people

Trump

So what's the solution here do nothing just slowly take it over if you pay it out we'll get too much attention

Bja

Haha it's like the other day it's getting close McConnell was close I've done it is getting there but really you go over and over it and not as I can figure it out so he said this to me once he said if neither side can figure it out then there's a middle ground and the question is which way would the middle ground go and he said we probably have you pay it out because it would affect me and we try and take over so I get that

Robin

So it's in there thinking about it and the eyes widen when he says that we try and take it over so I'm starting to think of what to do

Thor Freya

So I'm listening to it like I was the third person and I'm thinking does everyone suck and not want to have them with any money cuz he's not trusted or something or and so they're saying this that's what they wanted too but really it's fairly agitating I see people getting aggravated and the problem is that we don't have a solution for my husband to get money and we need one and we're trying to work on it but it's becoming very difficult and so we're going to work on it and it is how it's going it's going like that and it sounds like that and it is like that it's very strange difficult and kind of rough going so I'm asking for people to try and support him getting funny and there's a lot of other sources we can start with and it needs to be done even by Max too heat it up and so forth

Hera

Olympus we prove this to go out

[dongfuck]

#1 Pink Venom - l.dh

pairing: manipulator playboy!haechan x fem!reader ft. jaemin

genre: smut, angst, fluff

warnings: double cheating, multiple sex scenes (two to be exact; with different people), oral (both receiving), lots of making out, semi public sex, unprotected sex, fingering, teasing, switch mcs, dirty talking, alcohol consumption, slight grinding, nipple play, neck sucking, slight boob play, slight manhandling

wc: 10.7k (actually proud of myself)

note: i’m using go era haechan in the first part of this fic. also, there will be a jaemin cut at the end 🤫🤫

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[ 28th May, 2020 ]

You walked through the long hallways of your new university. You didn’t want to move. You never liked moving. But it wasn’t like you had any other choice. Besides, your brother studies here so why the hell not you too? There was only one reason why you light heartedly agreed to move schools and that was simply because you didn’t want to face the lecturers that treated you like garbage. You were getting along well with the people there, the teachers were the only problem. But I mean, at least getting treated like you’re not worth a dime is better than them acting as if you’re invisible, right?

You took note of the way the students there were all so friendly. You could ask a dozen questions and they’d still be delighted to answer them. Walking a little bit further, you saw a shoulder-length haired girl putting some stuff into her locker before shutting it close. She looked about your age so you decided to approach her. “Hello, I’m Lee Y/n. I’m new here. I was wondering if you know the whereabouts of my brother, Lee Jeno?” You managed to form a pretty smile on your lips. “Lee Jeno? You mean the captain of the baseball team, Lee Jeno?” She looked at you with her eyes wide.

“I… think so?” You knitted your brows together as you waited for her answer once again. “Your brother… is Lee Jeno? I-I think— He’s… probably out… somewhere… I have to go. Sorry.” and with that she ran past you in full speed. Hm. Maybe you should take back what you said about them being ‘friendly’. Just as you were about to walk away, there was a light tap on your shoulder which you turned around to. “Hello! I’m Romi. I heard you’re looking for Jeno? Come with me.” She gestured you to follow her and you complied.

It wasn’t long before you were once again outside of the building, eyes still searching for your brother. “He’s in that building. You can find him between lockers. He’s always there.” Romi plays with her fingers while you stare at her gratefully. “Thank you so much. I’ll see you around?” You lifted your brows so you could seem a tad bit nicer. “Of course.” Then she walked away just like that. Leaving you lost and alone.

Just a few more steps and you’d reach the one-storey building that your brother might be in. Nervousness got the best of you when you stood right in front of the big black door. Why the hell was your heart beating so fast? Picking up the slightest courage, you raised your hand to knock on the door before opening it with the tiniest gap that could possibly only fit one woman. Once you were fully in, you took a look around and noticed that you weren’t just in any room, you were in fact in the school’s baseball team’s locker room. There honestly should’ve been a big neon sign that wrote [ Coyotes Locker Room ] over the door.

Pushing your thoughts away, you walked around the space and looked for your twin brother. Just then, a boy with brown hair and prominent cheekbones came up to you. “This area is off-limits.” he furrowed his brows at you. “I’m just looking for my brother.” You smiled awkwardly at him trying not to stare at his perfectly toned abs that were displaying in all its glory in front of you. “Who? Doyoung?” the boy guessed. The curiosity never once leaving his mind. “No, Jeno. Someone said he’s somewhere around here?” you pretended to search for him by swinging your head side to side and looking behind the boy. “Oh, Jeno. He’s showering. You can sit down while waiting. I’ll let him know you’re looking for him.” you simply replied with a nod before sitting on the wooden bench next to you hesitantly. The previous boy spared you a side-eyed glance and proceeded to go back to whatever he was doing when you thought to yourself…

Who the fuck takes a shower in a locker room at eight in the morning?

“Y/n?” you turned around to a familiar voice calling out for you. “Jeno.” you walked up to him carefully without sparing a glance at his body. He was your brother after all. “What’re you doing here?” Jeno asked after giving you the warmest hug you haven’t had in so long. “Figured I should see my younger brother before anything.” you smiled at him sweetly as your hands were still on his waist. “I’m older.” he tried to fight back with a frown carved cutely on his face as well as a pair of crossed arms. “I came out first.” you insisted. “No, I did.”

“Jeno’s got a girl?” There was a sound of a voice from behind you followed by a low laugh which you turned to look at. The boy that stood was none of which you recognise; which is understandable considering you were new. “She’s my sister.” Jeno still had the frown on his face and you tried your best to console him by rubbing at his damp back. “Your sister I see… She’s quite… Pleasing to the eye.” the boy eyed you up and down pervertedly and to be completely honest, you felt a little uncomfortable by the spontaneous act. “I’m Haechan. Or, you can call me Donghyuck if you’d like.” Haechan smirked at you. But it wasn’t any kind of smirk. It was a nice smirk. The one that someone gives another when they’re in love. I guess you can call it love at first sight? Or maybe one-sided love?

“I’m guessing Haechan’s your middle name?” you gripped the flesh of Jeno’s waist tighter in your palms as a hiss left his parted lips. Haechan managed to let out a small throaty giggle at your respond. He genuinely found it adorable. “No, pretty. Nick — name.” he corrected you. “It’s a cute one. Your nickname. I’m Y/n.” you flashed him a small smile of yours before letting go of Jeno and fully face the other boy in the room. Have I mentioned that you found Haechan to be absolutely beautiful. He was perfect in every kind of way. His facial structures complimented his features daringly and his moles that littered his face were so divinely defined.

“Nice to meet you.”

[ 4th June, 2020 ]

You’ve never. Never; skipped classes before. At least not with a guy that you just met roughly a week ago. “Oh come on! It’ll be a great idea! Just imagine the things we could do with all that free time.” he had said. You will admit, he is good at making you believe there is good in every wrongdoing but right now, when you are forced against your will to play fucking laser tag with multiple children that are no more than 13 years old, you wished you could turn back time. All he has made you do for the past three hours was babysit children while he was out playing.

Laser tag is cool. Sometimes. But not in the situation you were in. Maybe it was because you kept dying? I mean, these kids are good, man. Once again, you sat on the bench that was placed outside of the centre as you waited for Haechan to come. “There you are. Did you lose again?” he mocked before giving you his hand to reach for. “Shut up.” you said before following him to wherever he wanted to take you. He finally led the two of you in front of Baskin Robbins. You’re favourite ice cream brand. “You like ice cream?”

“More than I like you.” you had an excited smile plastered on your lips as you left Haechan there and went to take a look at the flavours they had. Cotton candy had always been your favourite flavour but much to your dismay, they ran out of the flavour; so you picked your second favourite flavour: mint chocolate. After Haechan payed for the ice cream — which he insisted — the both of you took a seat at one of the tables in the store. “You didn’t get any?” you questioned the boy in front of you as a big scoop of ice cream entered your mouth. “I’m full just by watching you eat.” he smiled teasingly. “Haha. Funny. Go pick a flavour. I’ll pay this time.” another scoop.

Haechan, who was previously leaning on his palm began to shift until he was sat with his arms crossed. “No thank you.” he cleared his throat. “Why not? You prefer Magnum? Häagen-Dazs?” you teased unintentionally as Haechan snorted in response. “No, I just don’t like ice cream. Not a fan.” he said before taking a long sip of his espresso. Not sure where he got that from but there it is. “You’re weird, Donghyuck.” you and him both were a bit surprised to hear his real name leave your mouth. People rarely call him that but I mean hey, he did tell you beforehand that you’re allowed to call him that so there’s nothing to worry about.

“You— That’s—” Haechan cleared his throat audibly before straightening his posture and watching you eat. “How’s the ice cream?” he lifted his gaze from the ice cream to meet your eyes as he awaited your answer. “The best. Thank you, Haechan.” yeah you definitely learned your lesson after that. “You’re welcome.” he smiled softly. You tried your best to focus on the dessert in front of you but it’s so difficult when you have a whole angel staring at you from across the table. “Quit staring. Just— finish your drink or something…” your voice went and octave lower when you spotted a teasing smirk carved on his lips.

“I don’t think I can though. You’re too pretty to look away from.” Oh God. how you hoped you could’ve stopped yourself from throwing up all over the table. Luckily you didn’t though. Don’t know what you’d do if you actually threw up in the store in front of everyone. “Have I told you how sweet this ice cream is?” you tried to change the topic. “I’m sweeter.” there it is; the old Haechan. “Oh my God, Haechan! I just thought of a brilliant question that could leave a crowd speechless once I reveal the answer.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“Have you been smacked across in front of tens of people in an ice cream store before?” you fed yourself another scoop of your mint chocolate ice cream and looked at him with innocent eyes. “Pfft, no. I’m not that much of a jerk, you know. Why?” he furrowed his eyebrows at you curiously. “Because you’re about to if you don’t shut the fuck up. I’m done. Let’s go.” you raised from your seat and pulled Haechan’s hand before leading the both of you out of the store. He didn’t forget his espresso though.

You took a few minutes to yourself to think about where to go until you finally thought of one. Chanel. You gestured Haechan to follow you before you made your way to the said store. “Chanel? What’re we doing here?” he asked when you’d arrived in front of the store. “Just follow me.” you marched into the place as you looked around at the perfume and cologne section. A finger was lifted to your chin whilst you pondered on which scent to choose. “I think this one suits you.” Haechan brought a sample perfume to you for you to smell. Lowering your face until it reached right under your nose, you took a whiff of the smell before you shut your eyes at the scent.

It felt like you were smelling right from the flowers in Heaven. It smelt absolutely angelic. Don’t know how that smells like though. “It’s smells lovely, Haechan. But I’m not here for me.” you flashed him another smile and turned to the colognes once again. Finally, you found the perfect cologne to gift your special someone as their birthday gift. “Hey, Haechan?” you called for him, still eyeing the cologne in your hands. “Yes?” immediately, he walked towards you with curiosity littering his mind. “Does this smell good to you?” you asked, showing the sample to him.

Just like you did, he took a sniff and instantly fell in love with it. “The best one yet.”

“Wonderful. I’ll go pay.”

“Okay? I’ll wait outside.”

[ 30th June, 2020 ]

You were laughing at a joke your brother made (he can be funny sometimes okay) when you spotted Haechan leaning against a tree… with a girl? At first you didn’t think much of it since there’s nothing wrong with a guy having a conversation with a girl. But what left your mind an unsettling feeling was when they started making out right as you were about to think positively of them. Jeno, who had been by your side the whole time turned to look at you with furrowed brows. “What’s wrong?” he asked. When you didn’t answer him, he moved his gaze to where you were staring and then it hit him. You were jealous.

Huffing a breath of disbelief, you turned back to watch a group of friends playing rock paper scissors by the lake. You and Haechan had nothing. So why’re you feeling like you just got played? You had no right to be mad at him and you knew that. But more often than not, it just hurts so bad. Maybe he should’ve told you beforehand that he had a girlfriend? That way you wouldn’t have had your hopes up. “Let’s sit down.” Jeno pulled you by the hand to a nearby wooden bench before inviting you to sit on it next to him.

“Do you like him?” the question that you’d always asked yourself. “I don’t know. Probably not.” you were playing with your fingers by now. Afraid of what he’d say if you’d said you do like him. “You do.” he smiled a little before placing both of his arms behind him and leaning back a little. “You shouldn’t though.” he looked at the lake in front of you. “Why not?” who was he to stop you from liking who you like? “He toys with people, Y/n. He plays with people until they’re all crazy for him and then lets them go and treats them like they’ve never had anything to do with each other. I know this because he’s my friend and I don’t want you becoming one of his victims.” Jeno looked at you dead in the eye as he said that. You knew you’re brother was worried for you but you didn’t believe a word he said. The Haechan you knew didn’t sound anything like what he described.

“If all of what you said was really true, Jeno; tell me, why are you still friends with him?” you squinted your eyes subtly and awaited his answer. “Because, my lovely sister, he’s a fun guy to hang around with. He’s just not the best guy to date.” Jeno said. And this time, you believe him. Haechan is fun but you don’t think any relationship of his would last long. No offence, Haechan. “Maybe you’re right.” your voice was a hushed whisper as you kicked on the pebbles littering the ground. “Hey. I’m just advising you to rethink your feelings towards him. I just don’t think he’s the one for you. Besides, there’re way more guys that are willing to drop down on their knees just to date you. Like— Like this guy here!” Jeno snatched a random guy who was playing frisbee and showed him to you with a smile.

Laughing audibly, you slapped Jeno’s left arm and addressed the confused boy. “You’re scaring him!” you laughed again before you saw the way your brother apologised to him and let the poor boy go. “Mum said she’s cooking fish for dinner tonight.” he averted the topic. “My favourite.”

The next day, you received an invitation for Lee Ji Ah’s birthday party. You can already tell she’s the it girl of the semester. But she’s nice. And you like her. So you simply thanked the boy who passed you the card. But that move was kinda outdated. I mean, who uses paper nowadays? Shoving the invitation into your right pocket, you wondered if you should inform Haechan about this since you’re allowed to bring a plus one with you. You might think that Ji Ah is inviting everyone but she and Haechan do not go together. They loathe each other. Even you are afraid of the outcome whenever they cross paths.

Pondering over the thought, you suddenly bumped into a girl that caused your phone to fall screen first right on the cement floor. “Oh my God, I am so sorry!” the girl picked up your phone from the floor and inspected it for any cracks; luckily there were none. “It’s okay. I wasn’t paying attention either.” you took your phone from her hands and wiped the screen with the hem of your knitted sweater before shoving it back into your left pocket. “Hey, wait— You’re the sister of Lee Jeno, right?” she had her eyes slightly wider than before as she scanned your face.

“Uh… Yeah. And you are…?”

“Oh don’t tell me you forgot me already! It’s me, Romi! The girl who brought you to your brother?” you saw the way her eyes flashed a glint of hope when you tried remembering where you’d seen her from. “Right! I remember you! The one with the black mini skirt right?” you questioned, earning a nod from Romi. “Do you have classes? If you don’t, we can go grab a coffee or something.” she threw a hopeful smile your way. “I’m sorry, but I can’t. I have Economy in about five.”

“That’s okay, then. I’ll see you next time.”

[ 14th July, 2020 ]

Drunk at a party is not uncommon for you but drunk and horny? Now that’s something you’ve never felt before. Speaking truths only. Honestly, you almost barely attend any parties or go to any clubs so this was like once in a blue moon situation for you. You tumbled around the spacious floor which caused you to bump into a few people. Not that they cared though. They were just as intoxicated as you were. Finally able to balance yourself, you spotted an incredibly sexually attractive man sitting on one of the couches. He was just your type.

He was wearing a black leather jacket paired with some ripped black jeans and a white tee. He had a red cup in his hold and you assumed it was one of the alcoholic drinks served for all of the guests. Slowly, you walked over to the said boy and sat across from him on the glass table. “You look nice. What’re you doing all alone?” this might sound like the start of an abduction story but don’t worry. No one’s getting abducted or kidnapped here. “Waiting for a girl like you to come save me from this loneliness.” you laughed seductively at that. Though, he did sound a little familiar to you. “You’re funny.” you said truthfully. Before that, you heard a faint “Wait— Y/n?” coming from the boy in front of you but paid no mind to it.

“And you’re drunk. Come on, let’s get you some water.” the boy then pulled you by your hand to the kitchen as you trailed behind him. “Hey! Let go of me!” you tried wiggling your wrist out of his hold but it was to no avail. Once again, you attempted on pulling your hand away from him and luckily this time, it worked. “Listen here, hot stuff. You may be cute, but you have no right whatsoever on me. So don’t go taking me wherever.” you crossed your arms in protest. “Y/n—” before he even got to finish his sentence, you took the chance and scoffed at him. “You even know my name? What kind of sicko are you? I just wanted a fuck and what I get in return is this? For God’s sake, I don’t even wanna fuck anymore.” you turned your heels and was about to leave when once again, your hand was pulled towards the person.

“I can’t and won’t fuck you, Lee Y/n.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m you’re fucking brother.”

You widened your eyes at his response and tried your best to clear your blurred eyes but he still looked nothing like your brother. “Are you sure you’re my brother?” you squinted your eyes at him suspiciously. “I wish I wasn’t.” he rolled his eyes at you. You still didn’t believe he was your brother though. “You’re lying.” you frowned deeply. “Why do you say so?” the boy furrowed his brows visibly and to you, it did kinda look like Jeno whenever he’s confused. “Because I don’t have a brother.” right as you said that, another voice spoke from behind you. “Bullshit. He’s your brother, Y/n. Stop spitting out shit.” that voice felt so utterly familiar to you but you just couldn’t pinpoint where you heard it.

“Jeez, calm down Haechan. Why are you acting so shitty today?” Jeno punched Haechan’s chest playfully but unfortunately, he took it to heart. “Don’t touch me.” although you couldn’t see well, you could still see the way Haechan glared at your brother and how he raised his arms up in defeat. “Sorry.” Jeno muttered lowly. “Haechan?” you called out for him. You’re not sure why but all of a sudden you just felt like you wanna run out of the house and break down right in the garden. The both of you haven’t spoken in weeks and it was all because of the incident a while ago. You know you shouldn’t have took it personally but it just hit something in you that you personally have no idea how to control.

You heard the mentioned boy clear his throat before speaking again. “Hello, Y/n.” he played with his fingers behind the kitchen island. As you were about to speak again, there was a sudden pang in your head and you felt dizzy all of sudden. “Fuck! My head…” you gripped your head in your hands and attempted to ease the pain. The effects of drinking too much I’m telling you. “Get her water or something!” you assumed it was Haechan who was yelling at the other. Out of the blue, there was a hand lifting your head up gently whilst brushing your face before a glass of water was handed to you.

“Thank you…” you thanked your brother and chugged down the water in one gulp before steadying your breath. “Feel better?” you simply nod as a response. “Good. Can we talk?” Haechan asked and before you even got the chance to reply, you were pulled away once again but this time to an empty corridor. “You alright?” he questioned as you leaned yourself against the pale walls illuminated by coloured lights. You simply hummed in response and played with his red jacket. “Then why were you ignoring me?” his voice was soft when he spoke to you. “Maybe you’d know the answer.” you were still slightly drunk at the moment. “I don’t. That’s why I’m asking you.”

“You hold your liquor really well. You reek of alcohol but you seem sober, teddy.”

“What— Teddy?? Just— Stop trying to change the topic.” Haechan snatched your hand away from his jacket roughly before pinning it to the wall behind you by your waist. “What happened?” his face was inches from yours now. “I’ll tell you what happened. I saw you the other day sucking a girl’s face off and I know I shouldn’t feel anything but I can’t help but feel so betrayed. There’s nothing between us and I know that but it’s not wrong to feel a certain feeling when you witness something you wished you could unsee right? Right now, If I could describe you in one word, it would be traitor.” you ranted in front of him.

“Y/n, are you… jealous?” he asked with no shame whatsoever. You rolled your eyes heavily in response. How dense could he be to still ask that unnecessary question? “Are you that dull-witted? Of course I’m jealous! Oh how I wished I was in her place at that time.” if you were sober at this exact moment, you were a hundred percent sure you would never even think about saying that. “Do you like me?” stupid I’m telling you. This man is stupid. “Of course I like you, shithead! I like you more than anything right now!” just then, a pair of soft lips crashed onto yours in the utmost gentleness that you were almost too afraid to move. “Kiss me back please.” at that, you blinked your eyes rapidly and finally, kissed him back.

Your lips moved in sync and you were happy to live this moment and you weren’t thinking of anything except him right now. There was a hand sneaking under your top before you felt it massaging your skin. “Haechan…” you moaned out in pleasure when he moved his face lower until he was sucking on the skin of your neck. “People can watch…” you warned him by gripping a handful of his orange hair in your hand. “Let them watch.” hearing that, another groan left your throat at the thrill.

The hand that was previously on your skin was now busy trying to remove your shorts. You were now left half naked in the middle of a hallway where anyone can walk in on you too. But hey, it’s a party. People fuck everywhere. While you were in a trance, Haechan saw the opportunity and took it to slip two of his fingers between your folds before starting to move them along your heat. “Fuck—!” the shock woke you up and you were now more awake than anything. Haechan played with your clit a little longer then without a warning, he moved lower and entered the same two fingers into your dripping hole. A smirk carved into his face when he heard your loud moans. A sign of victory.

He began moving them in and out of you as he focused on your expressions like you were his favourite movie. He was trying his absolute best to search for what you react to most to be used for future purposes cause he was sure this isn’t going to be the last time this is going to occur. “Bloody hell, Haechan…” you were shivering at this point and you were grateful there was Haechan to help hold you if you fell. He took your own right hand and pondered between letting you suck his fingers or yours before deciding to go with the latter and so he took two of your fingers and stuffed them into your mouth; forcing you to suck on them.

“Suck.” he pushed them a little deeper into your throat, choking you a little. Doing what he told, you began moving your tongue lewdly on your fingers and sucking on them. You noticed saliva dripping down from your lips to the floor but that was the least of your worries right now. Feeling your orgasm approaching, you tapped Haechan’s shoulder as a warning as he smiled sinisterly. “Go ahead.” getting the green light from the boy across from you, you released yourself with an inaudible moan along with a string of curses following right after. “That’s it. That’s just the first one. We have more to go. We’re going to my place. Let’s go.” he was about to pull you again but this time, you were glued to the ground.

“Give me a minute. I haven’t got any pants on.” you frowned at him deeply. You heard him laugh a little before crossing his arms and waiting for you. “Okay, okay.” after dressing and cleaning yourself up a little, you walked a little past Haechan and said, “Now we can go.” as he trailed right behind you.

The ride to his place was quiet but it was a comfortable type of silence. Except for the fact that you both were still completely needy and that the air in the car was super hot. “Hey, Y/n?” Haechan called out for you from beside you. “Yes?” you were still looking out the window and into the night sky when you answered. “You’re not gonna regret this in the morning, right?” after that question, the air suddenly wasn’t only hot, but it was now thick and heavy. You weren’t sure what to answer but right now, you were sure that this is what you want. “No.”

Right then, you saw his car pull up in front of a two storey house that he probably shares with his friends. “We’re here.” he turned off the engine and left the car just to walk over to your side and invite you out with him. He opened the door gently and placed his hand in front of you for you to take, which you did. “I live with a few other people, but their all not at home right now. Everyone’s at the party so we basically have the house to ourselves.” Haechan looked at you with a glint in his eyes but you weren’t sure what that meant. Was it excitement? Hope? Or was it simply just amusement? “Then what are you waiting for? Let’s go!”

You walked into the house like it was your own and you were struck with amazement at the cleanliness and furniture. It didn’t look like boys were the ones living here cause it was so neat and clean that you were afraid of messing up the place. “My room’s upstairs.” he lead you to his room and you followed right behind whilst admiring the interior of the house. Once you were fully in his room, you were once again amazed at the sight. There was a vinyl player a the corner of his room alongside what looks like an Ikea trolley that was stacked with old CDs by artists like Michael Jackson, Britney Spears, Elvis Presley, and more.

You turned your head to the left side of his room and his queen sized bed was placed in between frames of certificates, achievements, and posters hung up on a brick-coloured vintage wall. You guessed that Michael Jackson was his favourite singer just by the hung up framed posters on his wall. You walked over to the wall and took a good look at one of his certificates which wrote ‘Best Baseball Player of 2019’ it was the school’s certificate. You saw one of these in your brother’s room as well except Jeno’s was in the year 2018.

“You can take a look a my whole wall later. I just really need you right now.” you turned your head slightly just to see Haechan desperately clutching his evident boner in his hands. “Alright, alright, come ‘ere.” you sat on the edge of his bed and patted the spot next to you. He rushed his way next to you and looked at you with needy eyes. He smelt just like the cologne you bought him. “Should we start?”

“Definitely.”

[ 3rd September, 2020 ]

It has been approximately 3 weeks since you and Haechan started dating. It was a bit new to you considering the previous guys you have dated were the ones you had known for quite a while. Haechan here, you’ve known for only a few months. But I mean, if God allows an I right? You were in Haechan’s room to try out the clothes you had just bought with him earlier. Why are you here exactly? Well, the answer is as simple as he basically invited you over to cuddle. Elvis’s ‘Always On My Mind’ can be heard softly playing in the background as you started taking out your new clothes.

You took off the clothes you were wearing before putting on the first dress you bought and looking at yourself in front of the tall mirror. “Now that I look at it, maybe the green one fits me better.” you pouted to yourself unintentionally. “Why is that?” Haechan lifted his head up from his phone and eyed you up and down before continuing. “You look good though.” he complimented. “Yellow makes me look fat.” you lifted the hem of the sundress and moving your body side to side once. “What are you talking about? You look nice! Stop overthinking.”

You sighed to yourself, still unconvinced by your boyfriend’s honesty but went along with it. Once again, you took off the piece from your body before putting on another one. This time, it was a shirt. “Hm… What do you think about this one?” you turned away from the mirror to show him your look and you noticed the way his lips formed a small smile after admiring you. “Where’re your pants?” he bit his lower lip playfully. “I asked for your opinion!” you huffed a breath of annoyance before turning back to the mirror. “Besides, the shirt’s too big for you to see anything anyways. Should’ve known that their free size is way too big. This was not meant to be an oversized tee.” you groaned from your carelessness. You didn’t even think of trying it out before buying it since it was free sized. So it doesn’t matter if you try it or not, that’s still the size you’re gonna get.

“Chill, baby. You like it big don’t you?”

Silence.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you looked at him through the mirror in front of you with an eyebrow lifted playfully. “No— Not that big. Like— Like size big y’know?” Haechan scratched his nape nervously before you let out a small laugh. “Stop joking around!” you laughed again mid-sentence. “I was being serious! But in all honesty, you look perfect. Anything you wear looks good on you. So don’t think too much about it. You can even wear a trash bag and you’d still slay.”

Again, you turned to him but this time you began walking towards him. Have I told you that he was an extreme sweet talker? “You can be sweet sometimes you know.” you sat on top his lap that was seated on the bed as your hands instinctively went over his shoulders as he held your waist. “I’m sweet all the time, love.” he placed a peck to your red lips and smiled immediately afterwards. Which you smiled back to. Sighing heavily, Haechan laid his head on top of your shoulder and gripped your waist tighter before muttering out the words, “I’m sooo tired, Y/n.” hearing that, your right hand instantly reached over to his head before patting it softly; unintentionally playing with his soft hair in the process.

“I think it’s time for you to have a little bit of rest, Hyuck.” you felt him smile at the nickname. He found it cute that you were once and for all calling him by the name that he wanted to be called by you for so long. Hyuck. It sounded like music to his ears when he heard it left your mouth. He felt like he could never get enough of hearing you call him that. “Say it again.” he voiced out. “What? I think you need to rest?” he chuckled softly at that. “No, silly. The name you just called me.” he began stroking your back gently. “Oh. Hyuck?” there was a groan in response and you knew he liked it. “I think I need to leave. You have to sleep, Hyuck.” you were practically abusing the nickname by now.

“What? No… Stay here with me.” he lifted his head up from the crook of your neck to meet your eyes. “If I stay here, you’re not getting any rest. So, it’s best if I leave.” you lifted both of your legs away from his but as you were about to step off of the bed, a hand stopped you. “Please?” he gave you his signature puppy eyes along with a forced pout that you just couldn’t help but coo at the sight. “F-Fine… I’ll stay.” sighing for the umpteenth time that evening, you laid on the bed beside him and stared at the white ceiling. “Hyuck?” you heard him hum in response. “How many girls have you dated before?” you knew he was hesitant to answer but you were happy that he did anyway.

“Quite a bit, actually. But don’t worry, you’re the only one I’ve got my eyes on.” at the moment. “Sure.” you chuckled lowly. “Hey— You’re supposed to be sleeping!” you turned your head to him and was greeted with a pair of brown eyes staring back at you. “I’ll sleep. When you do.” rolling your eyes, you absent-mindedly agreed and just a few minutes later, both of you were a snoring mess.

You had unfortunately woken up in the middle of your slumber. Groaning softly, you turned your head to grab on your phone before checking the time on it. [ 02.32 ] it read. Shutting your eyes shut, you threw your phone back to where you picked it up and tried to sleep again. But you couldn’t. Not when Haechan’s phone has been blowing up with notifications and calls for the past 3 minutes. When his phone rang once again, you decided that this was going to be the last. Who the fuck is calling him at fucking 2 am?

You reached over to his side of the bedside table before picking up his phone soundlessly. Laying back in your place, you switched on his phone and saw tens of missed calls and texts from… Seol Ri? At first you didn’t think much of it but when you looked at the messages she sent, you felt like you wanted to throw his phone across the room.

: Baby why’d you leave so early?

: You left me all alone :(

: You promised me we would have the whole day to ourselves.

You were furious when you read those messages. It has only been three weeks since you dated and he’s already seeing someone else? Is he that bored of you already? You suddenly remembered that right after Haechan had invited you to his home, he immediately told you he had an emergency and had to leave. You simply nodded in understanding but what you didn’t expect was he left you for the sole reason of seeing her. You couldn’t believe him. You should’ve listened to Jeno when he warned you about him before.

You decided mentally that you were going to keep quiet about this and hoped that he’s going to come clean himself. You wished that this was all just a misunderstanding and your doubts were going to be proven wrong. But for now, you can only see him as a cheater. To be frank, you’re not that surprised to see him cheating on you first hand but you are terribly disappointed at him for taking you for granted and thinking that you’re dumb enough to not catch up on his dirty acts. Sighing in discontentment, you turned to your right and attempted on falling asleep once again. Which you thankfully achieved.

In a few years time, you will learn to realise that you were never enough for him and there’s always something about you that he didn’t like but for now, all you wanted was to rest your thoughts and ease your mind with a good night’s sleep.

[ 12th November, 2020 ]

Maybe this isn’t the first nor second nor third time you’ve seen him like this. Stuffed in another girl’s face. But this time, you’ve grown accustomed to it. You didn’t know why but you just couldn’t bring yourself to confront him about it. Perhaps you were afraid of losing him? “Y/n, are you seeing this?!” Romi, your best friend raised her voice. But it wasn’t loud enough for the mentioned couple to hear. “Yeah. What about it?” you continued your way to the lecture hall without sparing them a glance. “He was sucking off that girl’s face right in front of you! And you’re not going to do anything?!” she stopped you dead in your tracks by stepping in front of you.

“He’s been doing that the whole time we were dating, Mi. I couldn’t care less.” you walked past her after giving her a little shrug. “But you should at least confront him, right? Make him regret his mistakes?” she tried catching up with you by jogging up to you. “I will. Soon. So don’t worry.” just as you entered the lecture hall, you picked your normal spot and sat on it before waiting for the lecturer to enter. Not long later there was a presence seated next to you and out of curiosity, you turned to look at whoever that sat there and behold, it was the one and only, Zhong Chenle.

Noticing that you were staring at him, Chenle faced you in an instant before there was a grin appearing on his face. “Hello, Y/n.” he said with a smile. “I missed you! How’s your father’s business going? Everything fine now?” you too, smiled back after giving him a tight hug. You didn’t want to seem nosy but you were just genuinely curious. Besides, Chenle tells you everything. And you tell him everything too. “I knew you would. And yeah, everything’s going smoothly now, thankfully.” your smile went bigger at that. You knew he could fix anything. “That’s good to hear. Did you buy anything for me while you were there?” you nudged at his shoulder playfully.

“Oh, darn! I forgot all about you! So sorry, Y/n.” you saw the way he tried to hide the smile that was forming on his face so you decided to call him out for it. “Liar! I’m sure I was all you thought about in the past month—” before you finished your sentence, another voice intruded your conversation from where Chenle was sitting. “Looks like someone’s having fun.” you looked up to the voice and there he was. Lee Donghyuck in all his glory. “Move.” he patted Chenle’s shoulder and you heard him mutter a few curses that were directed to your boyfriend but he did comply and moved to the seat next to Haechan.

“What were you two talking about?” he looked between you and Chenle repeatedly. “None of your concern.” Chenle said audibly but the other boy didn’t seem to think too much about it. “I haven’t seen you all day. Where were you?” Haechan spun his head towards you with soft eyes as he asked. “Well we saw you.” Romi uttered under breath which resulted in you slapping her shoulder gently. Luckily he wasn’t paying enough attention to hear her distress. “I was uh… I was at the cafeteria the whole time.” you laughed nervously. “I see.” just as he said that, you lecturer entered the hall before apologising for being late. Says there was an emergency.

The lecture lasted for about four hours and by then you were literally drained. You fell asleep for the most part but still. “We should get some coffee!” Romi suggested. “Great idea. You in?” Chenle asked you. “Sure.” you simply shrugged at the thought and continued your way to the café next to your uni. “Hey— I didn’t agree to this.” Haechan said from next to you as you all stopped midway. “Then you don’t have to come. Let’s go, Y/n.” Romi spoke once again and pulled you out of the place. “Don’t forget me!”

When Haechan was serious about not following the three of you, you felt slightly… hurt. I mean, even if he’s seeing someone else, why can’t he at least be thoughtful for once and eat with you as your boyfriend? The both of you barely go out on dates anymore and you wished you could go back to the times where you guys were madly in love with one another. “What do you want to get, Y/n?” Chenle questioned you the moment you stepped into the shop. “Umm… Just an iced espresso for me.” you threw him a tiny smile. “Okay. I’ll order for us while you go find a place to sit.” you simply nodded in response and looked around the shop before making your way towards an empty table by the window.

On your way there, you heard a faint “What about me?” followed by a “You can order yourself.” coming from Romi and Chenle which caused you to chuckle to yourself softly. As you waited for the two to to come, there was a sudden ring of your phone which you reached out to. It was Jeno. “Hello?” you spoke into the phone. “Y/n, where are you?” he spoke with so much desperateness. “The café next to school. Why?” you furrowed your eyebrows as you looked out the window. “Nothing that urgent. Just… can you come to the baseball team’s locker room now?” Chenle and Romi was now seen walking towards your table with three drinks in their hands. “But I—”

“Please?” you doubted for a second but he is your brother after all, so you have no choice but to agree. “Fine…” hanging up on him, you stood up from your seat just as the other two sat down. “Where are you going?” Chenle asked with a sip of his latte. “Jeno called. He said he wanted to see me at their locker room. Please don’t wait for me.” after hearing their answer, you made your way to the said destination before knocking audibly on the big doors and making your way into the place. “Y/n! Finally.” Jeno sighed in relief when he saw you. “What do you want me for?” your stare was cold when you spoke to him.

“Okay so… Mum just called and she told me to tell you that you just got an offer to study at MIT. How cool is that? So… what’d you say?” Jeno looked at you with hopeful eyes. “MIT? But that’s in Massachusetts, right?” you asked for confirmation. “Yup! And it’s one of the best universities in the world. Please tell me you’re going.” you looked to the ground as your mind filled with thoughts and questions. “But that’s soo far away… I don’t want to leave people that I love here…” you bit your lower lip gently. You were over the moon when you heard that you received an offer to study there but Massachusetts is too far for you and you don’t think you’re going to accept the offer. “Y/n, Y/n, think about it. This is for your future. You can reach so far with this.”

“I… I don’t know…”

“How ‘bout this. You take as long as you need to think about it and when you have an answer, tell that to Mum and we’ll see where this takes you. Alright?” at that, you nodded as a reply and let out a breath filled with dilemma. This was going to be a hard decision. “Y/n? I thought you were with Chenle?” it was the all too familiar voice that called out for you. You looked up from the floor and met his eyes staring back at you expectantly. “Huh? Oh right, uhh Jeno called and I couldn’t say no.” you laughed nervously. “Leave, Donghyuck. I want to have this sister-brother bonding time.” Jeno shooed your boyfriend away. “Jeez, fine.”

“See you tonight, Y/n.”

“Bye.”

The moment Haechan left through the door, Jeno spoke again. “Why are you still with him?” he turned serious all of a sudden and you simply rolled your eyes at him. “I love him.” you lied. You didn’t love him. Not truly at least. “I know you know what he’s been doing and I don’t want to see you hurt in the end.” I’m already hurt. You almost said that to him but you stopped yourself before you could. “I’m doing fine. You don’t have to worry about me.” you heard him sighing in discontent before patting the spot next to him on the bench. Wait— when was he sitting?

You took the seat next to him and played with your fingers. “You know you can tell me anything. I’m your trusted brother.” he patted himself on the chest earning a laugh from you. “I can’t let him go just yet. It’s hard.” you told him. Truthfully. “Then you should at least confront him.” you’ve heard that thousands of times from various people but you’ve never listened. You know what you have to do. Now’s just not the time. “I know, I know. I just need to find the right time to do it.” you met his pitiful eyes and smiled sweetly at him. Jeno has always been the best brother. He was always there when you needed him despite your differences; he always found a way to cheer you up. Though, sometimes, you felt like you were burdening him with all your problems even though he showed no signs of being annoyed with you.

“Jeno… have you ever wished I wasn’t your sister?” oh no. Is this going to turn into a sob story? “All the time.” he smirked to himself. When he noticed your lack of response, he turned towards you once again and realised you were being serious. “Of course not! Why would you even ask that.” Jeno nudged your shoulder with his. A few minutes of silence past when he opened his mouth again. “Look. You’re the only sibling I have and I would do anything for you. Even if it takes hurting my own best friend.” he assured. “That’s not nice, Lee Jeno!” you laughed with him in amusement. “I’m just saying, I care for you a lot, so remember that.” he rubbed circles around your back before patting it softly.

“Awwwhh this is so cute!” the both of you turned to the voice right when there was a sound of a camera click. “Jaemin! You scared the shit out of me!” Jeno snarled at the said boy. “Sorry, sorry.” he chuckled. “You want the picture?” he added.

“Yeah, send it to me.”

[ 25th December, 2020 ]

You’ve never felt Christmas like this before. It was filled with laughter and friends when you’d always spent your Christmas alone since you used to live far away from your family. Your old friends went everywhere so you barely spent any time with them. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t realise Romi was calling for you. “Y/n!” she called you for the tenth time. “Huh?” you looked at her confused. “I think there’s something you should see.”

She dragged you to the further end of the hallway before stopping you and peeking at the left side and pointing at whatever that was there. “Look.” she whispered. Your head went over hers and there it was again. Haechan with another girl. Only this time, they weren’t making out or anything, they were just strangely close to each other with the girl pinned to the wall. But that said girl looked oddly familiar to you. Just where have you seen her? “Wait— Isn’t that…” there was a small gasp before she continued. “No way…” right then, a voice spoke loudly behind you two. “Now what are you girls looking at?” which the both of you shushed at.

“What are you even doing here—” just as Romi turned around, she was visibly stunned. “Oh Jaemin! Why don’t we get something to d-drink? You shouldn’t be here.” she insisted. “You’re acting weird. What’s going on?” Jaemin simply shrugged her off before taking a look at whatever you were looking at before. A minuted had passed when he spoke again. “Hara…?” Hara was Jaemin’s ex of two days, for your information. You saw the way his hands balled up into a fist and before any of you could’ve stopped him, he was already striding to the two.

Right then, Jaemin swung his dominant hand across your boyfriend’s face as there was a loud crack heard from the boy. “What the fuck, Jaemin?!” Haechan adjusted his jaw to its previous shape and glared at Jaemin with sharp eyes. “I should be saying the same thing.” he clenched his jaw. “You guys broke up, okay. So you have no right against her anymore.” Haechan defended himself. “That’s right. I can date whoever I want now. Are you alright Haechanie?” Hara clung herself onto your boyfriend’s shoulder and cooed.

“Date? You guys are dating already? What about your girlfriend huh Donghyuck? You’re already cheating on her?” that was all it took to leave them silent. “What would she feel if she saw you like this? Have you ever thought of that? Or are you just so desperate for pussy that you could never seem to think straight?” Jaemin snarled at him right as Haechan replies. “She doesn’t have to know.” at that, you were furious. Is this the man that you came to love? “You’re fucking unbelievable.” with that, he stormed off angrily before coming up to you and dragging you away. “Come on, Y/n. We have to talk.”

Jaemin brought you to an empty room and the top floor of the house before seating you at the edge of the bed. “How are you so chill about this?” he said after taking a seat next to you. He looked distressed. “Used to it.” you shrugged. “What do you mean, ‘used to it’? Has he been doing this a lot?” he dared questioned. “All the time. You’re his friend. Did you not know?” you looked at him confused. How could’ve he not known if they’re together 24/7? “I always knew he enjoyed having flings. But after he got a real girlfriend — which is you — I thought he’d change his antics. Besides, I would’ve never thought he’d go for my own girlfr— ex.”

Silence took over the atmosphere and you took the chance to stare into his eyes as just then have you noticed how beautiful they were. They were a dark shade of syrup and you could see his pupils dilate when he looked back into yours. Right then, as if something was controlling the both of you, the two of you dove into each other as you felt a pair of sweet lips moving against yours. You could taste the cherry on him as you kissed him deeper.

Pulling away for a brief second, Jaemin asked you, “Is this okay? I-I mean we don’t have to if you don’t want to…” he scratched his nape. “I want this Jaemin. I just… really need to get some things off my mind right now.” you reassured. “Then we agree that no feelings are attached?” he looked at you with an unidentified glint in his eyes. “No feelings attached.”

Just as you said that, Jaemin once again placed a long kiss to your lips before unzipping your maroon dress and admiring your half naked figure. “He missed out on a lot.” He complimented you before wasting no time and diving into the valley of your breasts. Throwing your head back, you let out a small moan of Jaemin’s name at how good it felt. He sure did know how to use his mouth. You felt a hand move up behind you in attempts of unclasping your bra but to his discontent, he didn’t seem skilled enough to do so single-handed.

A small laugh was heard from you as you took your bra off yourself and threw it somewhere around the room. He was about to lean his face into your breasts once again but you stopped him abruptly. “Take yours off first.” hearing that, Jaemin immediately took off his red blazer and unbuttoned his black polka-dotted button-up (yes he was wearing THAT suit) and allowed you to stare at his defined body smugly. “Can I touch it?” you asked impatiently. “Go ahead. We have plenty of time.” in an instant, you reached a hand over to his chest and began slowly moving it around his body. A satisfied sigh could be heard from the man across from you.

When you reached one of his nipples, you suddenly thought of an idea. Smirking to yourself lightly, you started playing with his nipple by flicking and twisting it around your fingers. “Ah— Fuck Y/n!” he threw his head back sexily which allowed you to take a look at his Adam’s apple that bobbed up and down every time he made a sound. “Other… Other o-one…” he picked up your unoccupied hand from his right side and gestured it to his neglected nipple. When you complied, another loud moan left his swollen lips and you unintentionally moved your vision to the prominent dick print between his parted legs. “Aw is little Jaem hard already? Does he need his good girl to help him?”

“Yes… Please— Fuck— Please help me, baby…” his legs trembled when he spoke again and you took that as a sign to stop teasing and just get on with it. But did you though? You lifted yourself off the bed and kneeled yourself down on the ground between his legs after releasing your hold on him. You started by running your hands around his thighs and even lasting a little longer on his inner thighs just to see him stressed out a fraction more. Reaching your hand over to the zipper of his red dress pants, you swiftly took off his lower garments; not forgetting to unbuckle his belt before anything.

As you did so, his hard cock sprung right in front of your face and was almost hitting your nose which resulted to Jaemin chuckling deeply. You gulped when you saw his entire size and you wished you could’ve stopped yourself from looking like a desperate dog, but luckily he didn’t call you out for it. You took his heavy size in your hand and started pumping him at a slow pace. Making sure to not leave a single drop of his pre-cum. “Faster…” he said with heavy lids and to satisfy him further, you complied. Moving your hand faster, you lowered your head until you were face to face with his heavy sack and began sucking and licking on them. This action has him a mess and you felt him twitch in your hold. So seeing as you were an extremely nice person, you decided to have him release himself.

You pretended to not have realised his upcoming orgasm and made your way to the tip of his dick and started sucking on it instead. “Y/n—!” and right then, his hot cum flowed right inside your mouth and even overflowed until it reached the corners of your mouth but you were lucky enough to have caught them before they dropped to the ground. Though, you didn’t stop there. You were still sucking on his tip and even sank deeper onto his cock as you moved yourself up and down his length. Endless groans left Jaemin’s throat and you could’ve came untouched at the sound of them. But to not embarrass yourself, you stopped yourself.

Ignoring the sounds coming from him, you bobbed your head faster as a hand reached up to roam his perfect body. Jaemin hummed at the feeling and placed both his hands on top of your head before gripping your hair so tightly that it was hurting your scalp. Just a few seconds later, he came down your throat again but this time you wanted him to see you swallow his future generation so you raised your head up to meet his bedroom eyes before swallowing all of him with an audible gulp. “Fuck… get on the bed.”

He pulled you up from the floor and threw you on the middle of the bed as he crawled up to you with a look that could drive you crazy. He ran a hand through your hair as the other went lower to your pussy and began massaging it through the fabric. Without any warning, he tore your panties apart as a gasp left your red lips. The warmth of your slick coated his fingers and you moaned at the sight of him licking them clean. The same hand reached your heat again but this time three of his fingers entered you and began moving at a fast pace. “Fucking hell…” you rolled your eyes back and arched your back in pleasure and pain.

Jaemin probably noticed the way your hips grinded on the bed and moved closer to him when he placed a hand on your waist to hold you down. “Calm down, sweetheart.” he laughed mockingly before pulling apart his fingers from your clenching hole, which you whined in protest. “Be patient. You’ll get something better.” he palmed his massive size in his hands and aligned it to your pussy without you knowing until you felt his tip nudging at your clit. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked one last time for confirmation. “Just do it, please.” you rolled your eyes softly.

At your response, Jaemin immediately pushed himself into you as the both of you moaned in unison. The feeling was euphoric. You haven’t felt this good in so long. “Can I—” without listening to his full sentence, you simply nodded with your eyes shut tightly. With that, he began moving his hips in and out of you at a merciless pace and you let a loud moan leave your mouth at the feeling. To be completely honest, Jaemin felt way better than Haechan but you would never admit that. You reached over to him and clawed at his back in attempts of releasing all the pain to him.

His hands that were on your waist held you harder against the bed and you could almost feel the spring in it by now. “J-Jaemin…” you didn’t realise tears were beginning to fill your eyes when Jaemin suddenly pointed it out to you. “Don’t cry, love…” he wiped the tears that left your eyes and chucked when you responded to him with, “Too big…” you groaned. “Bigger than Donghyuck?” he didn’t expect you to answer when he asked that. He didn’t even know what got into him when he asked you that.

“Bigger than hyuck… A lot big-ger…” a sharp thrust was sent to your pussy; meaning he liked your reply and a few deep thrusts later, you can feel your orgasm slowly approaching. “Jaemin… So close…” you opened your eyes and lifted your head slightly to look at Jaemin whose hair was coated in sweat. He looked so amazingly hot that you couldn’t help but whine audibly at the sight. “Me t-too…” his breath turned ragged and his pace began becoming uneven and then finally, you both came at the same time.

Sighing loudly, Jaemin fell next to you and you noticed the way his chest heaved up and down. A sign of how tired he is. “I just realised, now there’s no difference between us and them.” he laughed softly and you too, laughed along with him without thinking much about what he said and falling into a deep sleep shortly after. But that night, when you woke up in the dark unknown room with Jaemin snoring softly next to you, you thought about what he’d said once again and came to a conclusion that…

You’ve become just like him.

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[itllsetyoufree]

“Does this help?” + kara being injured

All things considered, Lena’s Saturday has been startlingly unremarkable so far. The sun is shining, she’d had her usual cup of yogurt with sliced bananas for breakfast, she hasn’t gotten a single off-hours weekend call from work, and she’d even had time to read the Cooking section in the National City Tribune. The biggest thing on her calendar for the day is her weekly movie night with Kara, which she’d been quietly looking forward to since Kara had left her apartment after their movie night the week before.

There was a time in Lena’s life where the easy, almost leisurely flow of her day would have been alarmingly, disarmingly suspect. But with no attempts on her life and L-Corp running smoothly for the last year or so, Lena’s life has settled into something more… quiet. 

And on any other day, it might have continued that way. 

Because noxious gas-breathing, nine-legged alien dragons aren’t typically her problem.

She gets the notification on her phone, of course:

Emergency Alert: Rogue Alien Attacking National City Waterfront— alien is violent and unrestrained, exhales unidentified purple gas. Residents urged to remain indoors and to close all windows.

Lena sighs, rolling her neck to the side and grabbing her phone as she lifts herself off her couch to close her balcony door. Despite having a near-panoramic view of the water, Lena’s apartment is on the other side of town from the docks, but she winds her way around her apartment anyway and closes all of her windows just in case. She’s just shutting the last one when she fires off a text to Kara, telling her to stay inside and to not come over until the alien is taken care of, and don’t even think about going down to the docks to report on it, Kara, I know CatCo doesn’t have gas masks on hand.

She gets a single thumbs up in response, an unusually terse reply from Kara, who never sends one text message when three will do, but Lena doesn’t think much of it and just settles back down on the couch to flip on the news. 

She watches live as the alien positively obliterates several of National City’s piers with three of its arms. The video feed shows people diving out of the way as wet, splintered wood flies in every direction. The esplanade is littered with debris as the alien rears up again, swinging its tail against the surface of the bay and spraying rolling waves of water onto the shore. 

Lena blows out a heavy breath as she watches the destruction unfold before reaching out for her phone again. She’s just hitting send on an email to Jess, telling her to donate funds to the city to rebuild the docks, when the unmitigated panic on screen abruptly stops. 

She sits up straight on the couch as she watches the dragon puff out a billowing cloud of purple smoke. It unfurls along the embankment and the remaining parts of the boardwalk, and slowly engulfs the small crowd of people fleeing the waterfront and the remaining stragglers on the shoreline.

Lena watches, mouth parting in shock, as they all stop running en masse and slow to a halt. The newsfeed goes silent as the crowd stops screaming, even the newscaster losing his breath as everyone stands still, lolling around on their feet as if held up by rubber and not muscle, before they all calmly sink down to the ground and lay down. 

The sweeping shot of everyone resting on the ground seems to spur the news anchor back to life, and he resumes narrating wildly, jabbering and speculating like an auctioneer calling the Superbowl. 

The dragon stops destroying more of the docks to huff out another cloud of smoke at a helicopter nearby. Lena sucks in a breath as the helicopter wobbles in the air over the people on the ground, but it just floats softly down, landing gentle as a feather on the nearest open patch of grass. Lena pinches her eyebrows together, bewildered, but before she can think too much on it, there’s a red and blue streak zooming into the frame. 

Supergirl pulls up behind the dragon, and Lena only has a second to admire the sun glinting off her hair before Supergirl grabs the alien by one of its legs and flings it out toward the sea. 

From there it’s a whirlwind. Supergirl and the alien lunge and splash and swing at each other at a dizzying speed, spinning in the air and dragging each other under the water. The camera holds steady on them for several minutes until one final breathtaking moment. Both Supergirl and the alien breach out of the water and whirl to face one another. Supergirl’s eyes glow for a split second before her heat vision activates and scorches across the dragon’s abdomen. It crashes back to the water with a roar, but just before it sinks beneath the surface, it huffs out one final breath of smoke. 

It catches Supergirl visibly off-guard as she recovers from the fight, gasping for air just as it engulfs her. The newscaster goes silent once more, watching as Supergirl seems to go loose mid-air. She sways a little, drifting in the wind, a glassy, confused look on her face. Lena’s reaching for her phone, ready to call Alex to see if she can help, when Supergirl shakes her head and starts to fly, slowly and unsteadily, away from the scene. 

The newscaster and Lena heave a simultaneous sigh of relief, and Lena lets her phone drop back down to the couch. The news switches back to coverage of the dazed, lethargic people on the shore who seem confused but otherwise unharmed. Lena’s just relaxing back into the cushions, half a mind to open her windows back up to let in the breeze, when she catches movement out of the corner of her eye. 

She turns, watching as Supergirl floats shakily toward her balcony. 

When Supergirl lands, it’s with none of the elegance or athleticism Lena’s come to associate with her. There’s no graceful descent, no landing delicately on one pointed foot or shooting down from the sky to stop on a dime just before she hits the ground. Supergirl drifts closer and closer to her building, one foot outstretched as she reaches Lena’s balcony, but her foot catches on the top of the railing, and she topples over it, hands splayed out to catch herself. She spills over the banister and lands on her chest, legs arching up behind her and feet still hooked over the railing. She looks up at Lena through the glass window, eyes half glazed over and unfocused as her cape slides up the slope of her back to pool at the back of her neck. 

The sight of her, glassy and dazed and draped over her railing like a wet towel spurs Lena into action. She throws the balcony door open and rushes over, dropping to her knees and reaching out to run her hands down the length of Supergirl’s arms, cupping her cheeks and tilting her head to either side to look for bruises. 

“Supergirl! Are you hurt? Can you stand? Come, let’s get you to the DEO.” 

“Hi.” 

Lena stills, pausing her frantic checking of Supergirl’s pulse to actually take stock of the situation. 

Supergirl, seemingly unconcerned by her chin pressing into the concrete or being curled backwards over herself, blinks up at Lena. She looks untroubled, calm, her hair and suit still damp from the water but otherwise right as rain, but the expression on her face is… vacant. Her eyes are glossy, just slightly unfocused, mouth parted as she looks up at Lena. She looks open, unguarded, and completely unaware, and Lena recalibrates. 

“Supergirl, do you know where you are?”

“Your balcony.”

“And do you know who I am?”

“Lena.”

“Does anything hurt?”

“No.” 

“Can you untangle your feet so we can get you up?”

“Oh,” Supergirl remarks, like she hadn’t noticed her feet weren’t under her. She tries to twist around to look over her back at her feet, and she shuffles a little, unhooking the toes of her boots and falling fully onto the stone floor. 

Lena tsks and instinctually reaches out again, grabbing hold of Supergirl’s shoulders and helping her move until she’s sitting upright, propped against the balcony railing. Supergirl leans back against it, blinking slowly and looking blankly around, and Lena finds herself itching for the phone she left in the living room but unwilling to leave the woman in front of her while she’s so vulnerable. 

It isn’t like she hasn’t dealt with an incapacitated Supergirl before. Lena’s saved Supergirl from more than a handful of scrapes in the past couple years, but never like this, never while she was conscious, never while she seemed loopy and almost childlike. It’s easier to maintain her focus, Lena realizes, easier to put the worry aside and work on a fix when Supergirl is in grave danger, in desperate need of help. 

This, with her awake and seemingly fine but so disoriented is throwing Lena off guard. Normal citizens shouldn’t see their city’s hero downed and unconscious, but they shouldn’t see her like this either, unfocused and confused, almost as if she’d been drugged. It’s unsettling, deeply uncomfortable in a way Lena can’t put her finger on, and she can’t help but feel both protective and out of her element at the same time.

“Okay,” Lena says, keeping her voice soft and caring. “How about we get you over to the DEO so they can check you out?”

“No, thanks,” comes the quiet reply. “I’ll stay here.”

It’s Lena’s turn to blink confusedly back at Supergirl, but the woman is looking elsewhere. The soft breeze that’s been blowing all day blows an errant leaf off of one of Lena’s plants and into Supergirl’s lap, and Lena watches, latent sense of panic beginning to grow in her stomach, as Supergirl picks up the leaf and twirls it between her fingers.

“I really think we should get you over to the DEO. You seem a little… off,” Lena says, careful to phrase it as gently as she can to not cause any alarm. “What if I just have Director Danvers come here by herself?” Lena asks, half unsure why she’s humoring Supergirl before she realizes that Supergirl has probably never gone anywhere she didn’t want to go— on account of being strong enough to lift a space station. 

“No,” Supergirl responds again, simply, not rudely, “she’s not invited.”

Lena narrows her eyes at that, trying to sort out what kind of laughing gas this dragon has breathed out. 

“I think I’m in charge of that,” Lena retorts, but she sighs, because Supergirl just looks up at her and smiles dopily. 

“Okay,” Lena tries again. “Will you at least stand up and come inside? I can do some research on how to get these side effects to go away.” 

Supergirl acquiesces this time, or at least Lena thinks she does until Supergirl turns away from the open door to her living room. 

“I’ll stay out here,” she says, words slurring a little as she points to one of Lena’s deck chairs. “Need a little sun.” 

She sways on the spot, as if momentarily suspended by the breeze, before stumbling over to Lena’s deck chair and collapsing onto it. She trips on one of the legs and the chair breaks under her weight, but she doesn’t seem to notice, letting her eyes drift shut and tilting her chin up toward the sun. A small smile crosses her face as the sun warms her, and Lena finds herself unable to hold back a small smile of her own. 

“You’ve got twenty minutes,” Lena says, already planning out her research on alien dragons and a call to Alex in her head. “Then I’m making the call.” 

“Uh uh,” Supergirl hums, eyes still closed, and Lena raises both eyebrows. “Is’fine, Lena. Don’t call. Wanted to come here.”

The longer sentences are starting to ease Lena’s mind, but Supergirl’s response rattles around in her brain and she can’t help but ask.

“Supergirl?”

Supergirl just hums back at her again.

“Why’d you come here instead of going to the DEO?”

“Didn’t want to miss movie night,” she says, calmly while she exhales, like Lena had asked her what day it is and she’d said, ‘Saturday.’

Lena freezes. The pit of panic in her stomach drops out and her whole body clenches at the loss. She stands frozen, staring at the figure laying prone, sprawled out on her deck chair. Lena’s heart pounds. She feels the rapid thudding in her chest, hears it reverberate in her ears. She takes it in, the red boots and skirt, the blue suit, the cape, the blonde hair. 

Her eyes map the features on Supergirl’s face, and she realizes with some modicum of horror how familiar those features are. The point of her chin, the slope of her cheekbones, the nick of the scar above her eyebrow, the slightly upturned, charming pull of her mouth. It’s all— 

“Lena?” those eyebrows scrunch together and it comes out as a whine, and Lena is overcome. 

The panic disappears, instantly replaced by a tidal wave of worry, of affection, of bewilderment, confusion, and a little hurt.

“I’m here,” is what she blurts out in response, dropping onto the adjacent chair and wrapping her hand around Supergirl’s— Kara’s?— wrist, gentle, caring. “Hey, hey, I’m here. Are you okay?”

“Mhmm” Supergirl hums again, twisting her wrist to take hold of Lena’s hand. “Better already. Just need a nap and then we can watch a movie, okay?” Her voice is light and airy, and the smile droops off her face as she begins to fall asleep, but Lena can’t let her go, can’t be left alone with her racing mind. She needs to know, needs to be sure, and with a pounding heart, she presses on.

“Have—” Lena starts. Her voice cracks and she clears her throat and tries again, wiping the hand not enclosed in Supergirl’s tiredly across her brow. “Have you thought about what movie you want to see?”

“Which Star Wars are we up to?” Supergirl mumbles, half-asleep, and Lena feels her whole body clench with the confirmation as she sweeps her eyes up and down the figure in front of her with renewed worry, checking for injuries she knows aren’t there, because it’s Kara, it’s Kara, it’s Kara.

“Episode Six,” she whispers, tightening her hand around Kara’s. 

“That one. ‘S a good one.” Kara breathes back. 

Kara shifts on the chair a little bit, and small as the movement is, Lena thinks it looks the tiniest more purposeful, the tiniest bit less loose and floppy, and Lena feels her shoulders relax with it. It shifts something in her, the worry beginning to melt into a tender form of annoyance and she decides to push a little more. 

“Are you hungry?”

“Mm,” Kara hums, smiling again. Lena narrows her eyes at her. 

“Do you want Big Belly Burger for dinner like last time?”

“Mhmm yeah,” Kara murmurs, “and those fries that I like.”

Lena smirks, raising an eyebrow, but Kara is completely unaware. Lena squeezes her hand and stands. “I’ll order the food, and you can nap until it gets here, okay?”

“Mhmm thanks, Lena.”

“You’re welcome, Kara,” she says pointedly, but Kara doesn’t notice. Lena watches her smile in her half-asleep doze, her hand twitching a little until the smile droops off her face and she falls asleep just like that. Lena stands there, gaping at her for a moment, then makes her way inside.

Twenty minutes later, after a text to Alex and enough time spent slowing her racing heart, enough time spent with the news to know that the gas wears off on its own, eventually, she hears a sigh and a creak from outside. Supergirl— Kara, god, it’s Kara— is stretching on the deck chair, which appears to be hanging on for dear life, and Lena lifts herself off the couch, grabbing the bag next to her and making her way back outside.

She sets a glass of water down on the drinks table next to Kara’s head, watching as she shifts in the sun but doesn’t open her eyes. 

“How are you feeling, Supergirl?”

“Mhmm, good, sleepy,” Kara yawns.

“They pulled that dragon out of the bay,” Lena says casually, crossing her arms. “You did a great job. No one’s hurt. The effects of the gas seem to subside on their own.”

“Good,” Kara murmurs, tilting her head up into the sun again. “That’s good.” 

“The food’s here too,” Lena informs her, unable to hold back a smirk. “I got us a couple shakes as well.”

“Thanks,” Kara sighs happily. You’re the best.”

“But Kara?”

“Mmph?”

“You have to change out of your suit first. Wouldn’t want to get any residual alien goop on my couch.”

It’s exactly as satisfying as she thought it would be. Kara’s loose, floppy posture stiffens as her spine snaps straight, her eyes flying open as the chair finally gives out from under her. Lena watches the wheels turn once Kara hits the ground, sees Kara’s eyes bug out when they make eye contact. Kara’s flick down to look at her suit, then back up to Lena. 

Lena twists her wrist, letting the paper bag swing out toward Kara. 

“Your fries?”

[benwvatt]

Memories, left untranslated, can be disowned (a Supercorp fic)

“Home is lien lilies growing by the craggy rock in my backyard, and early afternoons drinking lavender-colored tea with my dad.” Kara swallows. “And I can never go home again.”

Or: Kara is terrified of losing connection with her Kryptonian memories and language. During moments of anxiety and illness, Nia and Lena both help her remember that not all is lost.

Read here! (1500 words)

Kara’s forgetfulness, serpentine, sweeps through her body at times. She loses grasp of her English at the office vending machine, mumbling jagged mistranslations of the items she wants. She confuses which coins are the largest, dimes or nickels, because they were the same size on Krypton. Currency back home, in her real home, operated in multiples of twelves, anyhow.

Hidden by white knuckles, dollars crumple in her palms. If she’s not careful, she might solidify them by accident. When she was younger she’d come home with green tattoos of Monticello stuck to her hands, or cubes of bills hidden in her socks. A side effect of her strength. Press too hard and the ink will rise from the paper, settling in your skin.

“Kara?”

“Nia - hi, sorry, dumb question - what’s that?” She points at C3 in the glass window of the machine.

“The power bar?”

“Yeah, no, it’s called- um-”

Nia opens her mouth to speak.

“Wait, don’t tell me-” Kara balls up her fist again. “Cajhirrt?” She groans. “Sorry, I must look like a basket case. It’s called - it’s like a granular food, or grainy? it’s got oats and nuts in it, it’s called a- oh! Granola bar!”

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Lena decides that, although it’s been difficult to see Kara this miserable, sick Kara is a goddamn delight. “Okay.” She leans in to kiss Kara on the temple and Kara nearly squirms away. But she’s too tired to move, and groans.

“Just one kiss,” Kara mutters.

“Okay, one kiss.”

“Bet you like kissing me ‘cause I’m so cute. I’ve heard bags under your eyes and rat’s-nest hair are in fashion.”

“They are.”

Kara crawls out of the bed just then. “I - I think I have to make soup.”

“We already have soup,” Lena murmurs. These days Kara barely has the strength to brush her teeth, much less to stand up for fifteen minutes as water boils.

“Not the kind I waaaaant. I want zhirnikoj. What my mother used to make.” Kara pauses, one bunny slipper on her foot and the other lost somewhere under the bed. “And I… I can’t have it now. My life sucks. I should just crawl beneath the covers and lose every last speck of hope I’ve got.”

“Um… or we could… maybe not do that?”

[mrs-march-ahs]

how the evans would act when they have a crush on u ^^

How The Evans Act When They Have A Crush On You & How They React When You Tell Them You Like Them Too

Award for the longest title goes tooooo... me!

JAMES SUCKS BUT I MAKE UP FOR IT BY DOING BOTH KYLE’S AND A DETAILED KIT

Two other requests-

Could I please request how the Evans would react to their best friend (reader) admitting they're in love with them? 

Heyo! I’m not sure how this would go but how would the Evan’s react to a nervous/insecure reader confessing to them?

-I hope this is satisfactory, even though I don’t think it’s what you two wanted<3

Enjoy! :)

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Tate

-Would always just be interested in you

-Wanting to help you, watch you, talk to you, just constantly be around you

-But he’d also be insecure whether he was annoying you, so occasionally he would make himself invisible and just watch you

-Whatever hobbies you had, he’d love to watch you do them, paint, draw, write, play games

-If you played any instrument he would love to lay on your bed and listen to you, no matter how good or bad you were

-He would leave little sweet messages on the chalkboard and leave little post-it notes for you to find

-They would have fun little facts about birds or other trivial stuff but you would find them cute

-The occasional fact about something romantic, like ‘Every time you kiss somebody, your heart beat increases by 10-15 beats per minute’

-He might go a little far and leave a message like ‘Your dress looked pretty’, which you would find creepy since you didn’t know Tate was a ghost

Kit

-He thought of ways to tell you how he felt but because it seemed like your family was gonna live in the murder house for a while, cause you were all settling in well, he didn’t want to risk losing his friendship with you, since you were the only ghost with whom he really got along

-You walked down to the basement and said his name in a sing song voice, “Tateeeee”, “Come out come out wherever you are!”

-He showed up and you asked him if he wanted to go out on a real date

-He was obviously nervous, because you didn’t know yet that he was a ghost, but when he hesitated and you looked upset, he said yes right away

-You ran up and hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, making him blush and laugh, and whilst you were at school, he got some things ready and got candles and a table cover so make your kitchen look like a restaurant

-He ordered McDonalds delivery and got your chicken nuggets under a serving platter for effect

- “We are dining on, nuggets of the chicken”

-Although you were a little disappointed and wanted to go out on a real date with him, you found his effort cute

-He definitely played footsie with you under the table the whole date

-Definitely walked you to your room

- “Well… this is me…”

- “Just wanted to make sure you got home safe”

-Kissed you

oh my god I got so carried away

-You would first meet Kit when you first come and move to Massachusetts

-One day you want to venture out and get an taxi to go to town, only a few minutes later to realise you don’t have your wallet

-You awkwardly tell the driver that if takes you back home quickly, you can get money and you will pay him right away

-But since Boston men aren’t usually so sweet, he just kicks you out, leaving you to wander the motorway alone late at night, far away from your home and hoping to quickly find somewhere to go

-Eventually you stumble upon a gas station, and as you walk up, a hand appearing on your shoulder makes you automatically turn around and push whoever touched you to the ground

-The man in blue uniform gets up slowly with his hands up defensively, “Hey hey, didn’t mean to startle ya, miss”

-You apologise, feeling stupid for this kind of encounter, but he doesn’t seem to mind as much as you’d think

- “It’s always nice to see a woman able to protect herself”, he smiles

-He offers to drive you home, and you thank him dearly, explaining to him that you don’t have a car yet, having only just moved here

-He offers to take you to buy one, knowing an awful lot about cars, and to convince you further, tells you that any man working in a car salon will try to sell a single lady a piece of junk for a high price

-You agree, thinking that the offer is sweet, and he takes you to buy yourself a car, to make the date even more fun, Kit tells you to pretend you’re an old married couple

- “Miss Walka over here needs a car, good Sir”

-At some point while looking at cars, Kit holds your hand and you don’t even notice

-He negotiates a good deal with the salesman, and you get a car together

- “Your husband just got you an awfully good deal, Madam, he’s a man who deserves a good meal and a cold beer if I’ve ever seen one”, the salesman laughs, signing the last of the papers before handing Kit the keys to your car. “Oh, he’ll get more than that”, you say to tease Kit, before smiling at him sweetly. Kit blinks at you, before turning back to the salesman and shaking his hand. As the two of you walk away, Kit looks at you in disbelief, the thought of your dirty words clearly plastered in his mind. “Did ya mean what you said back there?”. He says, as he opens the car door for you. “Whatever do you mean?”, you act stupid. “I was just pretending to be your wife, Mr Walka”

-When he has a crush on you, he gives you sooo many compliments

-Little dirty innuendos

-Would definitely call you and talk to you late night on the phone until one of you fell asleep (house phone if they had them)

-He’s the kind of person to tell you that he got a visit from a cute dog earlier at the gas station and it made him think of you

 Kyle

-Every time you go to get gas from Kit, he gives you only a little amount, so you have a reason to keep coming back

-One time when you go get gas from him, you forget your wallet again, and he teases you about it

-He lets you off and pays for your gas

- “I owe you, Mr Walka”

- “How about a date?”

-You smile at how confident he is, and nod excitedly, having been waiting for him to ask you for a while now

-Kit winks at you and waves as you drive off, completely melted inside about finally getting his girl

-Even though he’s always confident, he’s still a little shy and awkward around you when he sees you in class

-If all of his friends are in a class messing around, throwing stuff, being loud, and you walk it, he tells everybody to shut up because there’s a lady present

- “Hey careful, make sure you don’t throw it at her”

-It’s not until he sees you at a huge party, that he’s confident enough to go up to you

-Even though he’s more than happy to flirt, he’s just not confident enough to do that last step and ask you out somewhere

-He’ll bring you a drink and  talk and flirt with you, and you’ll definitely get the hint

-He slowly lifts his arm up and stretches it over you, trying to do the classic yawn move, hoping you won’t notice or mind. You look over at him and narrow your eyes in fake suspicion.

- “Didn’t you come here with a movie star? Surely you get handsome men bringing you drinks all the time?”, he says, motioning to the drink in your hand.

“You calling yourself handsome?”, you tease him. Kyle laughs a breathy awkward laugh and nods. “Well yeah”

-When you do ask him for a date, he insists that he take the initiative to plan what you two do

-Clearly wanting to make a good first impression, he’d take you somewhere interesting

-Aquarium, in which he’ll make up clearly fake facts about the fish just to make you laugh

-Bowling, just so he can tease you about how much you suck

-Mini golf, so, even though you know how to play, he can wrap his arms around you and help you put

-And if he does take you to the movies, you aren’t spending a dime

-He’ll also wrap his arm around you not-so subtly

Franken Kyle

“Whatcha doin there, hm?”. Kyle leans into your ear and whispers.

“Just in case you get scared, you can cuddle up to me”

“Kyle we’re watching the Lego movie”

Jimmy

-You’re a witch at the academy, and with Kyle’s very slow progress to getting better, both Zoe and Madison are getting slightly tired of having to constantly take care of him

-But you don’t mind, finding his Frankenstein state cute

-Whenever he stumbles into the kitchen by himself you always help him make food

-If he’s ever struggling with anything, he usually comes to you, knowing you’re the most patient out of them all

-Then, one night, all the teens in the academy go to a party, while you lay in bed

-But when the rain starts to get really heavy and the first thunder growls, Kyle rushes into your room, before slowly knowing and peaking his head out, clearly scared

-You let him come and lay with you, rubbing his back to calm him down

-Although no real words are spoken, it’s from that moment that you decide to take on all responsibilities relating to Kyle, the good and the bad

-He’s admired you from afar for a very long time, ever since the first time you joined the circus

-You were incredibly flexible, and always showing off to everyone and practicing on stage

-He would always come and watch you practice, cheering you on more than anybody else

-You called Jimmy ‘my cheerleader’

-It made him blush every time

-Amazon Eve always told him to just ask you for dinner, but the only thing that stopped him was the thought that you wouldn’t want to go out and be seen with a freak like him, especially since your body looked so normal that you didn’t have to hide anything

-Eve and Paul reminded Jimmy that it’s him who’s always the most confident in going out into the real world, and he mustn’t be scared

-When they all plan to go to a diner together, as a protest to being shunned from society, you find his leadership charming and happily go with them

-Even though you all get kicked out, you calm Jimmy down and take care of him when his dad beats him up

James

-You wipe the scars on his face and tell him how brave you think he is

- Trying to gain confidence, you take a deep breath before making the move. “Maybe the two of us should go to that diner”. Jimmy looks up at you, as if he expects you to keep talking. When the nerves hit you all at once, you begin rambling. “You know cause if the two of us go and they’re okay with that then maybe we can start going with the others one by one, and then you know we’ll ease our way back into society and stuff”. You laugh a breathy laugh, but Jimmy says nothing. With every silent second passing, your heart begins to break. But luckily for you, Jimmy speaks up. “Wait, are you asking me out? Like… on a date? To the diner?”. “What if I were?”, you quietly reply. He smiles wide and pulls you closer to him, “I’d love that”.

-James is definitely the least subtle

-Constantly giving you compliments, kisses and gifts

-Opening every door for you and listening very carefully to everything you say

-He doesn’t want you to even think about another man, so he overwhelms you with every way he can show you he likes you

-I can imagine him organising a big ball or event at the hotel just so the two of you can dress up and go together

-He is also the most confident out of them all, although he is a softie around you, he has no trouble asking you anything he wants to you

-He’ll kiss your hand a lot and you’ll eventually get the hint

Kai

- “I would be most delighted if we were to make our relationship more official, and vow fully loyalty to one another”

-You agree and he is over the moon

-Once the two of you are in a relationship, the compliments, kisses and gifts don’t stop

-He will give you your space without him, but when the two of you are in the same room together, he treats your precious time together as if it’s sacred

-He will approximately 43 seconds into your relationship begin planning how he’s gonna kill you

-You can tell Kai likes you when he’s harsher on you than he is on other members of the cult

-He’ll be pissed at you for being a distraction for him

-He’ll definitely tell you when he’s impressed with you, when you murdered somebody or helped him plan something

-Even though he definitely would not want it

-If you proved to be smarter than him in any aspect, he’d be furious

-You’d be sat on his sofa while he’s talking to you about having to kill Sally because she’s getting in the way of him winning city council

- “Samuels looked at where she lives, and it has no back doors, no nothing, it’ll be impossible to get in her house without smashing windows and causing attention”

“Why don’t you get Ally to go to her first? If Meadow convinces her to go to Sally to talk about the cult, then the front door will be open”. Kai looks at you with angry eyebrows. “We’ll sit in the car and wait for a few seconds, she’ll let Ally in, won’t lock the door straight after her, and then let them talk for a minute before we just walk right in”

-His ego won’t let him take suggestions from somebody below him, so even though he wants to be proud of you for being smart, he’s mad

-He’ll sit for hooours trying to think of any other solution he physically can think of, to not go with what you suggested

-Around the cult, he’d treat you like everybody else though

- “Y/N’s idea was brilliant, Ally just walked in and they walked straight to sit down, she didn’t lock the door”

-He’d praise you to encourage you to think of ideas, which he would later be mad that you have

━━━━━━♡♤♡━━━━━━

-You’d find out how he felt about you during pinky power

-After being suspicious that he may have feelings for you for a while, you realised this is the only way to truly find out how he feels without him trying to manipulate you

-He’d ask you about something deep, and you’d latch on after he finishes a sentence to ask him your question

- “I have a question for you”

“Go ahead”

“How do you feel about me?”

Kai stays silent and continues to look you in the eye, taken aback by the question but not wanting to show it.

“When you’re with me, how do you feel?”

“I think you have real potential, you’re strong-”

“I’m not asking the Divine Ruler, I’m asking Kai, Kai Anderson”

He takes a deep breath before unintentionally breaking eye contact for a few seconds to think. You wait anxiously for the answer, and with every second passing you know what it will be.

“You’re special”, he starts, looking you in the eye again. “You’re valuable to the group, and to me. And I think you’d be a great… mother”. The last catches you off guard, not expecting Kai to be a family man or to think about this with you.

“You… you want me to… have your children?”

“I think our children would be indestructible, strong, powerful, decisive. They would be the seed of the better future”. Although it was a little forward for somebody you’ve never even kissed, you were beyond flattered, knowing how specific Kai is with traits in people.

“Let’s make a baby��, Kai says.

“Whoa whoa”, you laugh and unlink your pinky with his. “We’re not even dating, Kai”

“Why date if children is the ultimate purpose?”

“Then don’t look at is as dating… look at it… as getting to know the mother of your future children”

-Kai would love this and you’d soon end up dating

-And have like 6 kids

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[ 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ] : ᴍɪɴᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇɴᴋɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴘɪɴɪɴɢ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇʀᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍɪʀᴀᴄᴜʟᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ꜱᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴏʙʟɪᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴛᴏ. ꜱᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴄʜᴇᴍɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋʏ ꜱɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

( ᴘᴜɴ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ. ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴢᴇʀᴏ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛꜱ )

[ 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 ] : ʏᴏᴜ - ʙʟᴜᴇ // ꜱᴇʀᴏ - ᴏʀᴀɴɢᴇ // ᴍɪɴᴀ - ᴘɪɴᴋ // ᴅᴇɴᴋɪ - ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ

[ 𝗺𝘆𝗸𝗶𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 ] : ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ꜱᴇʀᴏ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴛᴀʟᴋꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴋᴀʏ??? ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ (˶◡‿◡) ~ <3

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"Come on, come ooonnnnn," Mina groans as she tugs at your ankles.

"You lazy butt!! You can't stay in here like a hermit forever!" she exclaims with a final yank, sending you off the edge of your bed with a loud thump.

"Ugghhh, but I'm tireedddd! I spent all day shoving boxes around and reorganizing my stuff!" You grumble underneath your arm that's dramatically draped over your face.

"I know! Which you did an amazing job by the way. You truly have a talent for decorating," Mina says with a teasing undertone as she looks around your new third year dorm.

"Aaannnnd that is exactly why you should unwind with the rest of us in Denki's dorm," she says as she bends down, grabbing your ankles once again and lets them rest on her hips.

"Think of it as a dorm warming party and celebration of our last year here at this god forsaken school," Mina concludes as she looks down at you, her eyes pleading you to give in.

"Nnnnggh- Finee!" You let out a disgruntled grunt as you dramatically fling your arm off your face and look up at Mina hovering over you.

"Yay!!" She squeals as she drops your ankles and bounces on the balls of her feet.

"God, you make it so hard to say no, Mina," You say as you sit yourself up.

"I know~ it's what adds to my irresistible charm," she replies with a wide smile and a wink, to which you roll your eyes at.

"And besides, I would've been so sad and lonely without you," She fake pouts at you, sticking out her bottom lip and gives you her best puppy eyes.

"Oh please," You say as you squish her cheeks together, making her bottom lip jut out even further in a comical manner.

"Shero would'b missh'd you tooooo~" Mina muses, her words slurring together while wiggling her eyebrows at you suggestively. You gasp, tossing her head back and you cross your arms across your chest.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," You say flatly as you turn to the side, no longer facing Mina's direction. Though you can't see it, Mina is giving you a devilish look as she giggles at your reaction.

"You totally know what I'm talking about, y/n~" she hums as she approaches you from behind.

"There's no way you miss the way he looks at you all love sick with big, gross googly eyes," She teases as she throws herself on your shoulders, her cheek now squishing into yours.

"Don't even get me started on how he went gaga over your new hero costume," she giggles, a shit eating grin pressing on your cheek, "Mans was practically drooling,"

"Wha-!??" you guffaw, "He was not!!" you exclaim, growing increasingly flustered from Mina's taunting, you throw your hands on your face.

"Oh, poor sweet y/n," Mina cries out dramatically, throwing her hand to your other cheek to push your face impossibly closer to hers, brushing your hands off your face while doing so.

"Too whipped for stinky Sero to see he is infact also painfully whipped for her," She sighs as she shakes her head against yours in fake disappointment, "Tragic..."

"S-shut up before I decide to change my mind!" you exclaim, your face glowing red.

"What?? Did I lie??" she says. You open your mouth to retort but Mina's hand flies to your mouth, pressing one finger against your lips with a shush to silence you.

"No. The answer is no," She concludes in a matter-of-fact tone. Angrily, you wiggle your way out of Mina's hold and turn around to her with a flustered scowl.

"I don't know where you got any of that from, but we're just friends," you huff at her, placing your hands on your hips. Mina's hand flies to her forehead with a slap as she lets out a groan in either annoyance or frustration. Probably both.

"Oh my god, you two are so cliché it's putting me in physical pain just watching it!" she cries, "The friends to lovers troupe is getting all too real!" You roll your eyes at her as you grab your phone and tuck it into your hoodie pocket.

"Common, let's go before you make me question myself more than I already am," you say, grabbing her wrist and make your way to the door.

Mina immediately snaps out of her dramatic manner and trails behind you with a cheerful "yay!". You can't help but giggle at the way your friend's mood flipped on a dime as you two make your way out of your dorm.

[ time skip; Denki's dorm ]

You have no idea why you ever agreed to letting Mina drag you here. Your whole body tenses up and everything in you seizes as Denki calls out your name from the strip of paper he pulled out of the beanie in his hand. Your heart is beating so hard it might as well burst right out of your chest and Denki hasn't even announced who you're being paired with yet.

"It'll be fun," she said, "You'll have time to unwind," she said.

Bullshit

And you believed her! You thought you'd be playing Mario Kart with your classmates or singing karaoke! Not playing a dumb game of chance to see who's going to be trapped in a closet together for nearly ten minutes. Embarrassingly close in a dark closet, fumbling over each other as you two awkwardly shuffle around in the closed space-

You shake your head to try to get rid of your anxious thoughts, silently cursing to yourself as Denki flashes you a smirk that has nothing but trouble written all over it.

"It's ok, y/n, Loosen up. You'll be fine, I promise," Mina whispers to you as she squeezes your hand reassuringly.

You give a nervous chuckle and shoot her a look that says I'm going to kill you when this is over. Mina gives you an innocent smile in response before averting her gaze back to Denki.

"Now, let's see who's the lucky fella, or lady, who am I to judge, is to be paired with the lovely y/n~" The electric blonde announces as he makes a show of shuffling the papers in his hat.

You anxiously fidget with your fingers as Denki continues to drag on in suspense. After what felt like an eternity, he finally pulls out the cursed slip of paper. His gaze shifts between you and Mina before he sends her a mischievous smirk before announcing,

"Sero Hanta!!"

Your eyes fly to Sero sat directly across from you and you see that he's already looking intently at you. After hardly a split second of eye contact, your eyes dart away, looking at anything but him.

"Dare I say I'm jealous~ you get to have sweet y/n aallll to yourself," He cries out in a dramatically animated manner.

Your stomach drops and you let out a strained gulp and your throat goes dry. You hesitantly look back at Sero, his dark eyes still glued on you and he gives you his all too familiar grin with a cocky wink. Holy shit- you think to yourself as your breath hitches, your cheeks already blooming an embarrassing shade of pink at his action.

"Come, come!!" Denki shouts as he gestures for you and Sero to stand next to him, "This is no time to be shy now!"

Sero lets out a soft grunt as he pushes himself off of the bean bag he was lounging on, running his long fingers through his shaggy black hair. Now anxiously gnawing on your bottom lip, you approach the center of the room where Denki is standing. Your eyes fly back and forth between the loud blonde and the lanky boy but unlike you, Sero's eyes have never left you since the moment Denki announced your name. Whatever nervousness he was feeling at the moment, he was doing a damn good job at hiding it. Though you hate to admit, you can't deny his confidence is insanely attractive. The way you can practically feel his eyes on you sends swarms of butterflies fluttering around angrily around your insides.

"Come on you two!" Denki exclaims as he places his hands behind both your backs and ushers you towards his closet, "Time is of the essence and it can't be wasted!!"

"Kami, shut up or I'm gonna punch you in the nose," You say bluntly, too nervy to care or think about what you said.

Sero snickers at your comment and Denki sucks in through is teeth in response.

"Tough crowd,"

You shoot him a nasty look and Denki throws his hands up in defeat while taking a step back, leaving you and Sero right in front of his dreaded closet. Sero looks back at him and Denki gives him a big thumbs up with a stupid grin smeared on his face. Sero rolls his eyes and shakes his head before looking back at you. He slides the door open and extends a hand towards you.

"Ladies first?" He hums and you smile at his gesture, your eyes nervously shifting from your feet up to him and you bite your lip before taking his hand. Sero gently guides you into the closet before quickly trailing behind and Denki's head peaks in through the doorway behind Sero.

"Alright now, you behave, kids. Sero, make sure you use protection, I don't want a mess all on my shit," Sero punches Denki on the shoulder at his sly remark and Denki snickers, "and y/n?... You're an angel so I trust you'll keep tape face in line," he adds, slipping in a wink at you and you can't help but giggle.

Sero scoffs loudly and slaps his palm flat on Denki's face earning a dramatic "mmphf!?" from him before Sero shoves Denki out of the doorway. All you can see is Denki's arms flinging backwards before you hear a series of fumbling followed by a yelp and a loud thump as he tumbles from the force of Sero's hand. Sero with his head now poking out, looks down at Denki on the floor.

"My bad, g," Sero says behind a stifled laugh, a shit eating grin spread on his face.

"Oh, fuck off," You hear Denki grumble as he gets back up to close the closet door, "Y/n if you ever come to the realization you're too good for Sero's clown ass, just hit my line, baby," he quickly blurts out before slamming the door shut in Sero's face.

Sero flips off the door and turns to you. Now quivering with your hands covering your mouth from trying to hold in your giggles, you find yourself unable to hold back anymore and burst out laughing. Your laughter fills the closet as Sero looks at you with a goofy grin plastered on his face. Your giggles being majorly contagious, he starts laughing along with you and makes his way to get closer to you but quickly gets cut off when he trips over something on the floor. He gasps as he's sent flying forward, the only thing stopping him from collapsing right on top of you is his large hands slamming on the wall behind you.

You stop laughing, holding your breath from the shock of what just happened and you look up at Sero in surprise. He looks down at you, wide eyed at the realization that he now has you pinned underneath him.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry y/n. I didn't mean- I can get off if I'm making you uncomfortable," nervously stumbling on his words, he shifts his weight to one hand as he raises the other to rub the back of his neck, subtly averting his gaze to hide the blush creeping up his face. He starts to sit himself up but halts as you placed a hand on his shoulder.

"No, it's fine, really," you say reassuringly, "I don't think you'll be able to anyways with all of Denki's stuff scattered on the floor," you add, looking down at your feet.

Though the lighting in Denki's closet is dim, being illuminated only by a small lantern in the corner behind Sero, you can clearly see the floor is nearly completely covered in Denki's belongings that are haphazardly strewn about. The already small space only seeming smaller with the limited foot room. Not to mention Sero kabbdoning you, your bodies mere centimeters apart.

Sero huffs at your observation, silently cursing Denki under his breath. You would think his closet would be at least somewhat tidy since you guys haven't even spent an entire day in your new dorms yet. Guess that's Denki for you.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," his eyes come back up to yours, "but you're sure you're okay with this? You're not just saying it," Sero inquires. Touched by his sincerity, you slide your hand from the edge of his shoulder to the crook of his neck and you can feel slight goose bumps form underneath your fingers where your skin is touching his.

"Sero, have I ever said things just to say it?" answering his question with another.

"Hmmm, I don't think you want me to answer that," Sero teases.

You quirk your eyebrow at him. Though you are still unbelievably nervous about the unusual close proximity between you and him, you are significantly less anxious than before, becoming more relaxed with Sero's chill and goofy atmosphere. His personality has always been so inviting, it's one of his best qualities that you happened to fall hardest for.

"But seriously, we don't have to do anything if you're not ready or don't want to... Last thing I wanna do is make you uncomfortable," he says, nervously shifting on his feet. A soft smile forms on your face and your cheeks grow warm at how considerate Sero is being. Your heart clenches and you're already practically melting underneath him.

"Sero, if you didn't care, you'd already have your tongue shoved halfway down my throat by now," you reply with a light giggle, " You've never made me uncomfortable, love," you say as your voice grows softer.

You truly meant it too. Sero is one of the few people you've met in your life that you never felt you needed to put up a front for. Just simply having his presence around eases your anxieties and the time you spend with him is always relaxing. Even on that one night where he had kidnapped you from your dorm and before you knew it, you were shrieking in his arms as he swung the both of you from building to building.

A lovesick smile spreads on Hanta's face and his heart stutters at your bold statement, especially at your use of the endearing name. Although he's done a good job at hiding his nerves thus far, it's a miracle he isn't shaking like a leaf from how you're looking up at him with those doe eyes, the dim lighting reflecting on your face just right. You're the only one who's managed to put a dent in his usual chill and aloof demeanor. You make him feel a way that is so unnatural to him, a way he doubts he's ever felt before and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it.

He clears his throat to try and shake off the nerves swarming in his stomach and starts to lean into you. Your noses now just barely grazing each other as he slides his hand underneath your ear, his thumb resting on your cheek.

"So... it's ok if I'm this close.?" his breath ghosts your lips as he speaks, his voice dipping to a low and sultry tone, "It's ok if I kiss you, right?" a slight rasp accenting his words.

Your breath catches in your throat and your heart palpitates at the way his voice pleasantly settles in your ears. Heat rises up your neck and you take a deep, shaky breath to try and calm your racing heart, completely unaware that you're making him feel just as flustered.

"Don't tease me," you say in an attempt to sound more assertive, but an unintentional whine laces your voice that undeniably turned Hanta on.

"Hm? I have no idea what you're talking about," he murmurs to your lips.

His are just barely touching yours, taking his time basking in the closeness and reveling in the way you react to his teasing advances.

Annoyed, you grip the back of his neck and shove his face into yours, your noses bumping into each other before your lips crash together. Surprised by your sudden movement, he grunts into your lips, the vibrations sending heat cascading down your spine that settles into the pit of your stomach.

But to your dismay, the kiss ends just as fast as it started as Hanta pulls away from you, leaving the warmth of his lips to be replaced by nothing but cool air. His eyes practically consume you as he slides his hand down to find its place in the small of your back.

"Dammit, y/n. I wanted to initiate that kiss," he grumbles

"You were taking too long.. and I was getting impatient," you grumble back at him, swiping the hair out of Hanta's face.

"Oh, is that so?" he quirks an eyebrow, "Am I just too irresistible? Even for a pretty girl like you?~" he purrs as he pulls you in closer to his body.

You slide your hand up the back of his neck, letting the dark tendrils of hair tangle between your fingers as you place your other hand on his chest, gently pushing it but not enough to actually make him move.

"Shut up," you whisper, the sides of your noses pressing together as you once again grow dangerously close to his lips.

"..Okay..." he whispers before colliding his lips with yours, this time more passionate than the last.

Hanta is holding onto your waist so close, so desperately, that you might as well meld into him. You sigh into each other, any tension from before melting away as Sero leans you into the wall. Overwhelmed by the sensation of having him so close, you pull away from him for air.

Hanta rests his forehead on yours, taking his time to breathe you in, sucking in every detail of this moment despite the fact neither of you can see very well through the poorly lit space. Gently letting go of your waist, his hand travels its way back to your cheek, cupping it in his palm.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that..." he says breathlessly and you hum in agreement.

"I don't think you know how long I've been wanting that," you say, mirroring his words.

"No, no. Impossible. I've definitely wanted you longer," he teases.

"Wh-? Ooooh, so it's a competition now?" you muse.

"I don't know where you could've possibly gotten that from,"

"Uh huh, cus it sounds to me that- wah-!" your cut off midsentence by Hanta gripping the back of your thighs as he hoists you up onto his hips. With your face now hovering above him, your back pressed flush against the wall, his chest presses against yours as he tucks his face underneath your ear.

"We can spend all day arguing over who wanted who first, princesa but... all that matters is that I want you right now~," He murmurs into you. His breath tickles the column of your neck, sending chills down your spine as he starts to gingerly suck on the tender skin under your jaw.

"Sero~" you sigh at the unfamiliar sensation of his lips marking your neck. He gives an amused hum, nipping at your ear lobe before raising his head to look at you. His gaze hungry, yearning for more.

"Call me by my first name, yeah? No need for honorifics anymore," he whispers before diving back into his assault on your neck.

You throw your head back in a daze, running your nails across Hanta's scalp and down his neck causing him to shiver underneath you. The way you lightly tug on his hair sends electricity through his body, encouraging his kisses to get sloppier and gradually starts to swirl his tongue on your sensitive skin. He nips at the collar of your hoodie, tugging it down as far as he can to gain more access to your skin and latches to your collar bone.

You can't help but let out a low moan as your mind goes hazy with how Hanta's lips somehow already know the spots that make you weak. You feel him smile against you, doing the exact same action that got you to make noise and squeezes the plush of your thighs.

"Ay dios mio... tú eres tan hermosa~" ( oh my god... you're so beautiful ) Hanta purrs against you, silk weaving through his voice as he licks the shell of your ear, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

"y tú suenas tan bonita..." ( and you sound so pretty... ) his hot breath brushes the back of your ear, causing you to whimper in response.

You have no idea what he's saying as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear but what you do know is that you don't want him to stop.

You grab his face to pull him away from you. Looking down at him with your eyes half lidded, you lean in and he meets you with a passionate kiss. Your breathing becomes rapid and shaky with the heat of the moment. Hanta softly swipes his tongue on your bottom lip, asking permission to deepen the kiss. Parting your lips, granting him wider access to your mouth, Hanta doesn't take a moment's hesitation as he sticks his tongue in. Tongues swirling together, he pushes himself harder against you, sandwiching you between himself and the wall, causing you to let out a muffled moan into his mouth earning one from him in return.

Hanta pulls away from you, surfacing for air as you pant against each other.

"Forgive me for being so bold but... I want to hear more of those noises you make..." he purrs, unintentionally rutting himself up against you.

"Well... maybe you should try a little harder to coax them out of me, hm?" you taunt in his ear, intentionally making yourself sound needy in hopes of riling him up a bit.

"Is that a challenge, love?" he hums and your breath hitches at the way the rasp in his voice sends heat up your neck.

"Only if you want it to be~"

Silently accepting your challenge with a low chuckle, he dives his head into the other side of your neck and starts kissing and sucking sloppily. His sudden change of pace, going from slow and sensual to hungry and passionate makes your head spin. He guides your legs to wrap around his waist and as soon as you got yourself situated, his hands fly to your ass. He squeezes and massages the soft muscle causing a mewl you fall out of your mouth.

But through the haze of your bliss, you're hit by a sudden realization that you're fairly annoyed with would rather not be bothered with right now... Shouldn't your time be up by now..?

"Hah..-Hanta..?" you speak hesitantly, a soft moan mixing with his name.

"Hm~?" he hums against your jaw.

"Don't you think our time should be up by now..?" Hanta raises his head to look at you, a shadow of an emotion you're not familiar with spread on his face. Worry? Disappointment?

"Well, probably not since Denki has yet to come barreling through the door, shrieking at us so... I think we're good on that," He says reassuringly, "Why do you ask? Do you want to leave..? ...Was I being too much?" He worriedly asks, nearly about to go into a nervous ramble.

You hold onto either side of Hanta's face, making him meet your gaze. A soft smile spreading on your face as warmth blooms in your chest from his genuine concern for you, despite how heated things were getting just a moment ago.

"No... no, I don't want to leave and I don't want you to stop. It's just- I-" you stutter on your words, trying to find the right ones to say.

"It just crossed my mind and got worried that Denki might've decided to lock us in together and... get stuck in here..." you admit.

The unreadable expression on his face washes away, being replaced with a soft, love struck expression and he returns your smile.

"There's no need to worry, cariña. ( darling ) He has to let us out sooner or later," giving your upper thighs a reassuring squeeze as he lowers you ever so slightly to make your face more level with his.

He furrows his brow, contemplating whether he should tell you what he knows or not. You look at him, his expression not going unnoticed and you give him a look, silently inquiring his worry.

"What's on your mind, love? You look upset," you ask softly. Hanta sighs loudly, silently cursing to himself before he continues.

"...I have a confession to make," he admits, averting his gaze from you. You look at him in concern, trying to keep your expression neutral before you jump to any conclusions about what he's going to say.

"I, uh- I knew we were gonna get locked in here... I wasn't in on it though..!" he blurts, "I wasn't supposed to know but Denki ended up telling me anyways. I don't know how long but... we're gonna be in here for a while," speaking quickly, he internally winces in preparation for your response.

Hesitantly, Hanta looks at you and is met by your dumbfounded expression. Your eyes wide and you start to laugh, a flurry of emotions you can't decipher rushing in.

"Y/n you're scaring me.. I can't tell what you're thinking," Hanta says, only half joking and you lean your head on his shoulder.

"Haaaa~ I'm going to kill him," You mutter, "I'm 99% sure Mina was in on it too," you groan into Hanta before raising your head back up.

"I'm afraid to ask if your mad at me or not," he says.

You look at him for a second, entertaining the idea of being upset at him but you decide against being petty.

"Hmmm, that has yet to be decided," you reply with a playful tone.

"That's a relief," he chuckles.

"Hey, look on the bright side," Hanta says, trying to change the subject, "You got to spend some time with me... and I got to make out with the cute girl I've been crushing on for a while~" he muses. Your quirk your eyebrow at him, a smile spreading on your face from Hanta's dorky demeanor.

"Mmm, she must be pretty lucky, managing to grab your attention like that," you play along.

A goofy smile tugs at his lips, sighing dreamily.

"Nah, I'd say I'm the lucky one. I never thought in a million years she'd ever feel the same way I do..." He leans his head to rest on yours and Hanta hums contently.

"She sounds pretty awesome," you jest.

"She's amazing..." he trails off and nudges you to lift your head. You look at him, his eyes staring intently into yours and you feel his thumbs brush up and down your thighs, his strong arms still holding you.

"You're amazing," he implores, his dark eyes looking deep within you.

"Hanta..." you whisper, cupping his face in your hand, feeling as if you might cry at how sappy and affectionate he's being.

You, rendered speechless and Hanta with no words left to say, you usher each other into another kiss, this one so many times more meaningful than the others. All the words you could ever say falling into the others' mouth as you exchange yet another passionate kiss. Hanta gently pulls away, not wanting to let go of you but continues to ask a question.

"Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable? Take your mind off things?" you shake your head in response.

"Just you being here is enough, Hanta," you say, planting a sweet kiss to the tip of his nose, "buuuuuut~" you continue, craning your neck to the side, examining the floor to see if there's any room for the two of you.

"Do you think there's enough room for you to sit down..? I wanna sit in your lap," you say. Hanta gives you a wide, mischievous grin before looking side to side, assessing the absolute mess of a closet underneath him.

"I'm sure I can make it work..." he hums, pressing a kiss on your lips before lowering you onto your feet.

Though the closet is narrow, there's just enough room for the two of you. Hanta turns around and eagerly kicks around the junk scattered on the floor. Once he's satisfied with the cleared space, he settles himself on the floor and pats his lap and opens his arms, inviting you in. You smile and make your way to him, sitting yourself between his thighs and you give your hips a teasing wiggle against his crotch as you get comfortable. Hanta clears his throat, trying to choke back the groan threatening to escape his throat from your movements.

"Now... where were we?" he asks in a playful tone.

"Hmmm," you hum, taping your finger on your chin, feigning contemplation before answering, "I think you were in the middle of attacking my neck, if I recall correctly," you conclude with a terrible British accent, reflecting his playful energy. Hanta chuckles, placing his hands above your hips, pulling you in closer to him.

"Ahh, yes, yes. I remember now. Thank you for reminding me, my dear," he teases, his British impression much better than your own and he gives you a sly wink that sends a new swarm of butterflies down your stomach.

You giggle, glad your able to be so comfortable with him, even in intimate moments like this. Hanta leans in and kisses your jaw.

"I love your voice so much, mariposita," ( little butterfly ) he muses, using the pet name he had coined specifically for you.

"I love when you laugh... and when you sing- regardless of whether you think you're good at it or not," he adds, assuming you'll try and retort. He moves his mouth right behind your ear, lightly squeezing your hips and drops his voice to a low husk.

"But I've found I especially love it when I can get you to moan~" he nips your ear lobe and lightly drags his tongue up the edge of your ear, causing you to shudder against his touch.

Hanta gives a low chuckle. You feel the vibrations from his throat in your chest and you lean into him, silently begging him for more. He wraps his hand around the back of your neck and pulls you in, letting out a long sigh against your lips as the two of you resume where you left off.

Eager to touch him more, you slide your hand in between the two of you and drag your fingers up his torso, his shirt bunching up around your fingers as you do so. He groans at your touch, his mouth opening just enough to allow you to stick your tongue in and swirl around his. He absentmindedly bucks his hips up against you, his mind foggy under the feeling of your magical fingers now caressing down his abdomen, your other hand playing with his dark hair. You take his movement as an invitation to start lightly grinding on him, Hanta's grip on you tightening in response and he pushes you down harder onto him. Groaning at the new pressure, he nips your bottom lip, lightly tugging the plum flesh.

Growing unbearably hot in your hoodie from your bodies rubbing together in such a close space, you stop and pull away from Hanta. You start shrug off your hoodie, revealing the spaghetti strap you're wearing underneath and Hanta looks at you like a deer in headlights. Hanta's face flushes and his pants start to tighten underneath you. With a surge of confidence, you draw out your movements, stretching out farther than you usually would and you hear Hanta swallow hard.

His eyes glued to your frame, unable to rip them off of you. A barely audible "dios mio" falls out of his mouth as he finally brings himself to tear his eyes off of you, his large hand dragging down the bottom half of his face as he throws his head to the side. You, now finished with taking off your hoodie, readjust yourself and look at Hanta as if nothing happened.

"Sorry.. I got hot," you say, feigning innocence.

So many things running through Hanta's mind, so many things he could say, so many things he could do but he bites his tongue, trying to keep himself in check as his eyes wonder, combing you up and down, drinking you in. He normally wouldn't be so affected by seeing you in a tank top, you often wear them in the dorms but this- this is something entirely different.

Hanta places his hands onto your waist and looks you right in the eyes, a certain darkness hidden in his eyes causing heat to pool inside your stomach.

"Yeah, you're really fucking hot...y eso fue realmente sexy..." ( ...and that was really sexy... ) he breaths out.

With an amused hum, you lean into Hanta, your arms sprawled lazily over his shoulders as your lips graze the shell of his ear. Hanta growing hyperaware of the way the plush of your boobs press against his chest. The way your top pulls down ever so slightly, revealing you are in fact not wearing a bra. How your soft breath fans against his neck and the way the smell of your shampoo has his head spinning. He looks away, trying his best to stay respectful. His face flushing a deep red and his breaths ridged as it grows harder and harder for him to keep his mind from cascading down a slew of dirty thoughts as his pants threaten to fully tent underneath you.

"I know~" you coo, your breath ghosting his ear, the low and sultry tone of your voice sending goosebumps cascading down his spine.

That was the thing that sent him flying out of control. Your confidence turning him on to no end, he grips your chin and pulls your face in front of his.

"Tú estas jugando con fuego, chiquita bonita," ( you're playing with fire, pretty girl ) He growls.

You gasp at his sudden aggression. You don't understand a word he's saying but the lust lacing each word sends the heat already pooling in your stomach shooting to your core regardless, making you throb in anticipation. You start grinding on him to try and relieve the tension in your core but it does little to help you. He lets out a brief moan at the sensation of your bodies grinding against each other before shoving your face into his, teeth clashing together as the two of you desperately latch lips.

"Is it ok if I touch you?" Hanta asks, his words muffled against your mouth as he doesn't even bother to pull away to speak.

You mewl into his lips, nodding against him as you grab his hand, placing him right under your boob, granting him permission to roam. He immediately cups your breast, messaging you in his large palm and rolling your pebbled nipple between his fingers through the fabric.

Wanting something to do with your hands as well, you rake your fingers down Hanta's chest all the way to the band of his sweats. Hooking your finger around the elastic band, pulling it out the smallest bit before releasing it, hitting his lower abdomen with a muted snap. He grunts at the feeling and lets out a shaky breath.

"Can I touch you down here..?" you inquire against his lips, your fingers dancing dangerously on Hanta's waistband. He grips onto your wrist, tongue still dancing with yours as he presses your palm forcefully on his clothed dick, a choked moan falling out of him as you round your wrist, making you rub his member in circular motions.

"Tú me estas volviendo loco," ( you're driving me crazy ) he groans into your lips, "Te deso tanto que me duele el cuerpo..." ( I want you so bad, my body aches ) he shudders underneath you, his kisses growing hungrier and sloppier as he gets increasingly intoxicated by your motions.

Growing more and more needy by Hanta's enticing voice, you slip your hand underneath his sweats and start palming him through his boxers. Hanta places his hand on the back of your head and shoves your face closer to his, deepening the already heated kiss and moans in your mouth.

But to Hanta's disappointment, you pull away from him. He cranes his neck forward to try and meet your lips again but you gently place a finger on his mouth to keep him from making any more advances. You pull your hand out of his pants and Hanta lets out a barely audible whine at the loss of friction while you trail your hands up to his abdomen under his shirt.

"Can I take it off?" you whisper.

Hanta looks at you, his dark eyes blown with lust as he gives you a mischievous smile.

"Of course, princesa," he purrs.

You give a content hum as you tug at his baggy shirt. Hanta helps you by lifting his arms as you slip it off of him and looks at you with admiration once you shrug it off. You run your fingers down his now bare chest, admiring his toned muscles underneath you.

"You like what you see, pretty girl?" he muses, his eyebrows raised suggestively in an attempt to tease you. You hum in response and kiss his neck.

"I think you're very handsome~" you hum softly into him and you feel his heart rate spike as your chest rests against his.

"Geez, y/n you're gonna make me blush," he says only mildly flustered.

Amused by his reaction to your compliment, knowing he's not very used to being on the receiving end of them, you continue, sliding both hands to rest behind his neck and you lift your head to look at him.

"But I mean it..." You coo, toying with the dark strands of hair on the nape of his neck, leaving Hanta as nothing but putty in your hands.

With his eyes half lidded, looking at you as if you're made of gold, he pulls you in for another kiss. Wasting no time, he sticks his tongue in your mouth, hungry for more of you. But before you could do anything more, you hear the closet door swing open.

"Surprise shawties!!! AHHHH-" you hear a dreadfully familiar voice drilling through the romantic atmosphere.

Incredibly startled and practically jumping out of your own skins, you and Hanta whip your heads to the door. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you to his chest instinctually as if to shield you, even though he's the only one shirtless.

"DENKI THAT'S WHY I SAID TO KNOCK, ROCKS FOR BRAINS," you hear Mina yell behind the door.

"What the hell Denki!?!?" you yell, your head still turned to the door and though you can't see it, you can feel Hanta giving a scary glare at Denki. Denki's face is flushed red and Mina stomps over and shoves him out of the way .

"I'm so sorry," she exasperates, "y'all continue and come out when you're ready," she finishes, waving her hand at you two without looking, in fear of seeing something she'd regret. Though, there wasn't much to see. Denki's just dramatic.

"There's no one in the room by the way! It's just us," she adds as she closes the closet door.

You sit up and look at Hanta, his arms still not leaving your waist and you see an infuriated look on his face you are not familiar with at all. His eyes meet yours and you can't help but laugh. Laugh at Denki's ridiculous personality, laugh at how Sero look genuinely pissed and just laugh at the overall situation you've been in this whole time. Hanta's hard expression quickly melts away at your giggles and despite him trying to fight it off, he starts laughing along.

"God, he's such a fucking idiot," Hanta says through giggles and laughs and you hum in agreement. You cup his face in your hand and give him a sweet kiss on the cheek.

"We should probably leave," you murmur under a giggle and Hanta groans at your words.

"Yeahhh but I don't wanna deal with Denki," He sighs, resting his forehead on yours and you agree. You two sit in silence for a moment, doing nothing but enjoying each others' presence as you think of what snarky comment Denki might have instore for you when you get out.

"Sooo... we'll continue this in my dorm?" Hanta muses, breaking the comfortable silence adn you giggle in response.

"Pfff, yeah... Yeah I'd think I'd like that," you hum in response as Hanta grabs your face to pull you into a gentle kiss, chuckling a bit against your lips.

.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜

𝒇𝒊𝒏 . ✩

[ SORRY FOR THE ABRUPT ENDING D: I LOST INSPO AND MOTIVATION BUT I REALLY LIKED THIS FIC AND I HOPE YOU LIKED IT REGARDLESS AHHH!!! <333 ]

[imagineabrighterworld]

Summary// Ground Zero has been your crush since you were rescued by him, and ever since then, you've been writing love songs that your manager is sick and tired of hearing. One day on a live broadcast, you admit that the songs were inspired by your admiration for said hero. Little did you know, he was just in the other wing of the building getting his own interview done and decides to see you after the cameras are off.

A/N: I know his hero name is Dynamite but I wrote this before it was decided so I'm sticking with Ground Zero, sorry ^^;

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You were never camera shy, you loved the stage and all that came with it. The lights, the flurry of makeup artists and the adrenaline rush of seeing the On-Air light turn red.

But the moment you saw him walk into the room, you swear your heart fell into your stomach and all the words you've ever sang were sucked right back into your throat.

- -

Ever since the accident that nearly took your life, you have been an active fan of Ground Zero. He was constantly in the news, either due to his heroics or due to being spotted with other top heroes such as Deku or Shoto. Considering he was their classmate in high school, the media gobbled up any coverage they could with the trio.

You on the other hand, were mostly into the tabloids for information on Ground Zero.

The accident was after one of your concerts. You had been on your way to your tour bus when a villain had attacked. Luckily none of your crew were hurt, but you were trapped under the rubble of the concert hall that had fallen when the villain rammed into the wall. It was cramped and had little oxygen, the air was full of dust and your lungs were heavy with the ash. You had broken your arm and had to use it to support yourself to keep from getting crushed under the rubble that was slowly but surely pressing down on you.

You had little hope for yourself as the rubble grew heavier, your arm giving out under the weight of your body, but before it could fully crush you, you heard the sounds of explosions.

Not long after, you felt the weight of the rubble lift.

Ground Zero had sent smaller blasts to break up the larger pieces of rubble before finally moving the giant piece that was pinning you to the ground. He scooped you up into his arms and murmured the same line under his breath as he brought you to the paramedics.

"You're safe now."

He lowered you onto the gurney and waited by you as the paramedics asked you questions, soon finding your rib was cracked as well. Ground Zero gave you a once over before parting with a quiet goodbye and a thank you to the medics that were helping you.

You didn't get the chance to thank him as the medics placed an oxygen mask on your face.

So you wrote him songs. You never used his name, but a hero was always implied when it came to songs about him. You tried to be subtle with the crush you had developed, but apparently you weren't subtle enough.

Your manager was sent an invitation for an interview to talk about your new album full of love songs. The album was crammed with songs about a one-sided pinning for someone who could never love back, but the last song was a ray of hope that they might find a way to each other.

Was it based on reality? No. Ground Zero couldn't have liked you like you liked him, he didn't know who he had saved and likely didn't look back on that event. He was a busy hero who saved people daily. He wouldn't know your name, but you could always dream maybe he would hold you like he did when you were hurt.

So there you were, in a chair with the lights on you and your interviewer.

"Your album is named Loved One, are you trying to send a message to a certain someone?" The man asks as he cleans his glasses with a wipe.

You fiddle with your hands on your lap, a half smile on your face. "It's a love song for someone, yes. But if he's ever heard it I'm not sure."

"Your songs have been in the top ten, with Sweet Delights being number one for seven weeks straight. Surely he's heard one of them."

True. Your music was popular. But did he ever hear them? Would he know it was him you were talking about when you sang?

Of course not. That's why you wrote your feelings with no fear of being found out.

"He's a very special man, I can't say he has the time for music." You turn your face as a small blush fans your cheeks. "He's a hero, I'm sure he's too busy to listen to the radio."

The interviewer leans forward in his seat, a grin tugging at his lips. "A hero?"

The live audience begins to whisper and you can hear the names of heroes being tossed around.

Deku. Shoto. Chargebolt. Cellophane.

Ground Zero.

"Yeah." You chuckle. "He saved me during an accident. I'll be forever grateful to him for saving my life."

"Love at first attack."

"Something like that."

"What would you say to him if he were here right now?" The interviewer leans back in his seat.

You look down at your lap, twiddling with your thumbs as you try to come up with the words. You've written dozens of songs, but what words would you give him?

"Thank you. For being my hero. I've written you love songs I never thought you'd hear. Maybe I thought it would make you feel the same way I feel for you." You look up from your lap and chuckle, this time a tad bit weaker. "Silly isn't it? I get to know so much about him but I'm just a dime a dozen that he saves. He doesn't even know my name."

The interviewer scoots forward and hands you one of the tissue boxes on his desk. You aren't about to start crying but you appreciate the gesture and take it from him anyway.

"Love can be tough. But you've written plenty about it haven't you?"

A light chuckle comes from the crowd.

You smile. "I know enough about pinning for someone who will never know me."

"What is his name? Maybe we could get him on here, get you a coffee date." He says in a playful tone.

What's the worst that could happen?

"Well, this is a little embarrassing, but it's Ground Zero." You rub your neck as the crowd collectively gasps. "He saved me after a concert I held, and ever since then he's been on my mind. I thought it was creepy, so I figured I would use my music as an outlet. My album is dedicated to unrequited love and accepting it. Hopefully I'll accept it one day too."

For a moment the interviewer is quiet, but when you look closer you see a smile is building on his face.

He clears his throat and lifts his remote control to the screen behind the both of you. "Ironically, in the west wing of the building, we're holding an interview with Ground Zero himself."

The screen turns on to show Ground Zero seated with his own interviewer.

They were watching your interview live.

And he just heard your admission to liking him.

Your grip on the tissue box tightens as you see his eyes scanning you.

Oh god you were going to be sick.

He stands up and walks out of the room. All you feel is lead in your gut as you watch the television move onto commercial.

Your interviewer presses on the Bluetooth in his ear and nods along to whatever the people were saying. But you didn't want to hear any of it. All you felt was dread.

He heard.

He heard.

He must think you were crazy. It was his job to save people! He didn't do it out of chivalry or kindness like some knight in a fairytale!

You let go of the box and cover your face with your hands. The crowd was talking now, you couldn't catch what they were saying but they were going wild.

Deciding to see what was getting the crowd so riled up, you look to the doors.

And there he is.

Standing across the room with his eyes glued to yours.

- -

So there you are. No words were forming and you felt like you were being sucked into the Twilight Zone.

The crowd cheers as he walks down the aisle in his full gear and makes his way straight to you.

You cover your face again as the interviewer speaks to him.

"The man of the hour, Ground Zero ladies and gentlemen!" He announces, but the crowd was already roaring with energy.

You feel the hero stand in front of you, mostly because he blocked your light, and soon you were wondering if you could sink into the cushions and disappear forever. Let Loved One be your momento mori, your swan song before you disappeared off the face of the earth.

"Hey."

No no no no- no!

You hear his gear shift and from the cracks between your fingers you see him crouch in front of you.

"Stop filming." He says to the interviewer.

"We still have five minutes to break-" The interviewer starts up but stumbles on his words. You hear the pop of small explosions and the murmur of the crowd.

"Break for two!" The producer calls from backstage.

"Hey."

This time, you lower your hands to cover your mouth, looking at Ground Zero with half of your face covered.

He looked just as he had when he rescued you, minus him being in his winter gear. But it was all the same. Even the tone he was using with you. Like you were fragile.

"Did you mean it?" He asks, his head nodding towards the screen above. "What you said about me."

"I.. I did." You uncover your face, using your nervous energy to hold onto the box of tissues instead, squeezing the life out of the poor box. "Every word. You saved me and I'm grateful." You look down in shame, unable to utter the next words while looking him in the face. "I- I know it's weird, to like someone you know so little about-”

"Bakugou Katsuki."

"Huh?"

"My name, is Bakugou Katsuki." He grips your chin gently and tugs you to look at him. He had a small grin on his face. "Go to dinner with me and I'll debate letting you call me Katsuki."

[yamithediaperdork]

Big Brother Loves you (Digimon)

Matt was riding cloud nine as he got ready for his date with Sora. no one was threatening the digi or real world, things with him and Sora were going great, and the sales of the new lone wolf's CD meant he had money to burn.

There were only two dark clouds in his sunny sky line was the fact TK had become more and more aggressive as of late, and belittling of Matt, because of the second problem: Matt had started bed wetting again.

It wouldn't of been so bad if TK didn't live with Matt, his share of the rent being paid by their parents and likewise for his food. and with school out all TK did was work out and lounge around the apartment while Matt had to mange the lone wolfs, keeping up gigs and doing band practice.

Since the accidents had started TK was always calling Matt 'little brother' or 'baby bro' or worse 'pissy pants' and after the fifth accident had gone out and gotten -4- packs of overnight diapers, using Matt's debit card.

when Matt had gone to say something about it TK had balled up a fist and brought it in like he was gonna punch Matt, making the older boy yelp and almost piss himself.

"That's what I thought. wear these to bed on your own Or I'll diaper you pissy pants. and If I diaper you, you're wearing the diapered till they're wet AND messy." TK had said and his evil smile left NO doubt in Matt's mind that he would follow though.

Still all that was behind him. He had booked a table at one of the finest restaurants in the city for him and Sora and then he'd gotten them a spot at the hottest club in town for drinks and dancing and finally reserved a hotel room for them.

It was going to be the perfect night and just thinking about Matt's head was up in the clouds, in a pair of black dress pants and a light green dress shirt that he didn't notice when TK came in, till his bully of a little brother spoke up.

"Oh my, your all dressed up for tonight! going out with the slut?" TK asked, smirking and leaning against the wall.

"D-Don't call Sora that, and yes, we're going out. Tonight's gonna be the night when we give yourself to each other. she's gonna be my first and I'm gonna be here." Matt said hotly.

"Awww, that's cute! you think she hasn't been ridding cock while waiting on you to build up the nerve to wreck her shit?" TK laughed. "Look baby bro, Let me spare you some time. That bitch has been putting out for any cock she could get her hands on, as long as it's 7 inches or more. Your little 4 inch wonder stands NO chance and let's be honest, your gonna blow your load in your pants before getting that far like you did during that slow dance at Joe's graduation party."

Matt was blushing super bad now, recalling the incident. Sora had been in a stunning gown, he'd been in a tux and halfway though the slow dance he'd creamed his pants so bad he'd stained her dress.

"T-That won't happen this time! Look, you're getting the house all to yourself tonight so just shut up and go plan a party alright?!" Matt huffed and Clenched a fist.

"Wait, your going out overnight? You sure Sora's gonna be ok with your 'little' problem?" TK said, noting Matt's fist and clearly not worried. "I doubt she's gonna wanna keep dating you after you piss on her in your sleep, and ditto when she see's you in your bed time diapies."

"Look asshole, just butt out of it and leave me alone or I'll-" Matt huffed, storming over and trying to get in TK's face, though due to a growth spurt TK was now the taller of them.

"You'll WHAT?" TK asked, and grabbed Matt by the collar with his left arm and hand and lifted him up off his feet and balled his hand into a fist and pulled his right arm back.

Without waiting for a answer Tk's threw the punch, though it stopped JUST in front of Matt's face the effect was instant and a hissing was heard as Matt's crotch dampened, then piss ran down his legs and puddled on the floor.

"That's what I thought bitch. I think your girlfriend deserves a night out with a real man." TK said and dropped Matt onto his ass, into the smelly puddle. "Get that mess cleaned up and then take a shower and meet me in my room. I'm gonna get you ready for the night."

With the mess cleaned up and Matt in the shower, TK listened to the soft sobs of shame and smiled even as he picked up his cell phone and starting to make a text message.

He'd gotten Sora's number from Matt's phone awhile back, and they had chatted off and on with TK asking her not to tell Matt he was messaging her, claiming Matt was the jealous type. So it was child's play to not only write a message explaining the full details of what kind of a loser Matt was, but to send her a few pictures of Matt in all his diaper bitch glory.

TK: Hey Sora, heard bout you and Matt's special night and I think there are some things you need to know about him.

Sora: Oh hey TK.

Like what?

TK: Well you already know he's a quick shot lol

Did he tell you how small he is?

Sora: LOL everyone knows about the quick shot thing.

Wait why do you know his cock size?

just how close are you two!?

TK: Well I know how 'big' he is because of his other other problem. He's a bed wetter and wears diapers to bed

Sora: LOL

Nice try TK

If your jealous just say so.

TK: Hey I'm not just blowing smoke. I got pictures and a video of him humping his huggies.

Sora: Surrre you do.

TK smirked and select a few of his favorite Matt pictures. one with him in just a diaper, on his back, hugging a teddy bear and sucking on his thumb in his sleep.

Anther with him holding a clearly soaked diaper away from him, holding it with just his index finger and thumb and holding his nose, in just a old white t-shirt.

and his favorite and most damning, Matt blushing and eyes closed, holding out a diaper and making it look like he was asking whoever took the picture (AKA him) to diaper him.

Sora: OMG O.O

TK: Still think I'm lying? XD

Sora: What the fuckkkk.. This looks less like bed wetting and more like he's a big fucking baby!!!!!

TK: XD well to be fair he loved being teased and treated like a little guy, so sometimes I wonder if he's still bed wetting.

or just using it as a excuse for huggies.

Sora: Wait, you said there was a video?

Let me see!!!

TK: heh, ok. it's about 5 min. long. perfect timing because piddle pants just got out of the shower after wetting himself LOL.

With the video sent to Sora, TK set his phone down and tugged out the extra pack of diapers he kept under his bed in case Matt ever tried to get out of wearing by saying he had used up all the ones in his room.

unlike Matt's normal bedtime diaper though, these were three times thicker and instead of being a basic white they had a nursery print on them.

there was a knock on his door and then it opened, and TK smirked, with the pack of 'little wussies, the baby diaper for big boys' sitting out on his bed and watching Matt's eyes go big and wide as he say what he would be wearing.

"T-TK no! please!" Matt mewed, his towel dropped to the floor and on his knees, hands together and begging. "I can't wear a diaper THAT thick out! Sora will notice fore sure! I'll be a good boy and wear one of the other diapers!"

TK thought about it for a second, but with Sora already told he figured it was too late for that fun.

"Relax Matt, I swear, Your not going out tonight in one of these diapers.Or in any diapers for that matter." TK said, coming over and tugging his so called big brother to his feet, a look of relief washing over Matt's face then replaced with confusion.

"Then.. why did you ha-" he started to ask, but TK cut him off.

"Because your not going out tonight. you're going to stay home and be tucked in bed save and sound like the little guy you are. I'M going to go out on your date with Sora and fuck her rotten..all on your dime." TK said and smirked.

"I..what!? Sora would NEVER agree to that! you can't do this!" Matt fumed and stomped a food.

"that's where your wrong. I might of texted her and gave her the impression your a closet diaper baby and she's more then a little shock. Right now she's watching a video of you humping your diapers while lisping about how much you love them." TK chuckled.

"But..but..You MADE me do that, you said if I didn't you were gonna kick my ass and lock me out for the night!!" Mat whined.

"Well -YOU- know that. and -I- know that. But who do you think Sora's gonna believe? the stud or the bed wetting loser?" TK asked smirking then giving Matt a look."Now, Your going in one of these diapers and your gonna pose for a picture to send to Sora one way or anther. we can do this the easy way where you let me do what I want, or the hard way where I spank your butt red and diaper you and take a picture anyways. Since I'm gonna get laid tonight I'm feeling generous and I'll let you pick: good boy or bad boy?"

Matt balled up his fists, looking ready to fright, starting to take a fighting stance.. then just dropped it and slumped forward, head hanging down.

"...I'll be a good boy." Matt said in a defeated voice, even as tears started to slide down his cheeks.

"Smart choice Mattie."

Sora couldn't believe what she was seeing as she watched the video over and over, waiting on TK to come back. Her so called stud in a diaper and humping his bed, moaning and coo'ing how much he 'wuv'ed his diapies' till he cried out and clearly creamed himself.

Sora was torn as she watched the video. On one hand she was upset that Matt had hidden this from her, She'd of never picked him over Tai if she had known he was a goo goo gaga diaper dork.

But on the other he WAS kinda cute in a pathetic sort of way and he WAS making decent coin.

"I suppose I could just blackmail to pay me to keep his dirty little secret." Sora mused out loud.

that DID leave her without a man though, Making her frown a little till she recalled just how in shape TK was and he was pretty good looking.

"then again small dicks might run in the family." she mused.

her phone buzzed and when she looked at the messages she was treated to a picture of Matt in just a babyish and thick diaper, tear stained cheek and holding up a sign that read 'plz dump me and go out with TK, He's hung.'

And to prove the point neck to Matt's tear stained face was a thick and long cock, ready to rub on the loser's cheek.

"..Well that settles that."

Still something like this shouldn't be done over a text, she was a proper lady after all and called TK's number instead.

As the phone rang TK smirked, tugging his pants back up and looking over at Matt.

"I wonder who that could be~" he snickered and answered. "Hello? Oh hey Sora... yeah that was my cock.... Uh-huh I thought as much. Sure you can still come over. I'll be getting a shower in and getting dressed for the night after I get the baby fed and put to bed." TK said, glancing over at a clock showing it was only 5:45 pm. "Hmm? Oh yeah, he's right here. Of course you can talk to him!"

Tk pulled the phone away from his ear and smirked at the sniffling Matt and held it out.

"It's for you diaper boy, Your 'girlfriend' wants to talk."

Matt whined and reached out, shaking as he took the cell phone and slowly put it to his ear.

"H-Hi Sora..L-Look I ca-" he started, but was cut off.

"There's nothing to explain Matt. I know everything. while I'll admit your a cute little pamper packer,I'm more into men who can get their rocks off without having to be pampered. So consider this your noticed that we're done, over, No more. I'll still come by and tease you but I'm going to be dating TK from now on." Sora said, a sharp edge to her voice and Matt felt the tears starting up again.

"But..but.." he whimpered.

"No butt's diaper boy. Now I will be nice and keep your love of huggies to myself and save your music career from flopping but my silence isn't for free. you're going to be spoiling me like the princess I am. Understood?" She asked.

"..I..Yes Sora." Matt whimpered and sobbed. "C-Can we at least still be friends?"

"heh, Awww~ How cute..and I'm gonna say not really. I'll put up with you when i've over there to be with TK but that's about it. I'm not gonna go out of my way to talk to you or be nice but I will make a effort not to make you cry, mostly because I hate the sound of bawling babies. Maybe if your a good boy and super spoil me I'll watch you hump a stuffie or whatever it is diaper losers like you do. Anyways, that's all I had to say to you, put your BIG brother back on the phone."

Matt was sobbing too hard at this point to say anything and rubbing his eyes with one hand, he held out the phone with the other.

TK took it back and ruffled Matt's hair.

"Thanks buddy. why don't you go and make yourself a bowl of cereal for your supper while the adults talk." TK said and Matt could hear Sora laughing.

Too defeated to argue, Matt nodded and started to stand up.

"what do you think your doing Mattie? In this house babies CRAWL." TK said.

Matt just whimpered and nodded, and on all fours crawled out of the room.

Tummy full of milk and cheerio's, Matt was put in a light green t-shirt that read 'diaper bitch' on the front in black text and was given a cock sharped pacifier with a green mouth guard to suck on, the dick being only 3 inches thankfully.

"There, you can picture it's yours and your getting a blow job as you got night night." TK snickered as he tucked Matt into his bed.

there was still sunlight coming into the room, even with his curtains closed.

"now I expect you to have that paci in your mouth and for that same diaper to still be on when I get back tomorrow morning, and I signed my name on the back of that diaper. I'll know if you removed it or changed it." TK warned.

Matt mewed and suckled on his paci and nodded he understood.

"I'll be taking your wallet of course and spoiling Sora, but if your a good little boy I might get you some baby toys. Have a good sleep loser, and dream about the pounding your EX girlfriend is gonna get." TK said and kissed Matt's forehead and headed for the door.

Pausing in the door frame he paused and looked over his shoulder.

"Oh and one last thing..remember big brother loves you~"

the end