#then he would say 'i'm better now' and then in 2 weeks immediately start avoiding her again because his feelings awoke again from slumber

[sovonight]

editing down my tob gameplay but only keeping the parts where i ramble about xan and radri and how they're each other's source of light and wonder but each only thinks that it goes one way

[hrtbeomi]

୨୧ — HAVING A HEATED ARGUMENT WITH THEM .ᐟ

pairing. OT5 x fem!reader (separately)

warnings. bad grammar, overreacting, reader overthinks a lot, insecurities, abandonment issues, reader being insecure in soobin's one, yeonjun being a little dumb, hyuka's based on a real story .ᐟ

a/n. you may remember this one maybe if you were around 2022,, i had an old user (ihrtrep) but that acc got deleted and took some time off from writing actually but here we are ! i hope you like this <3

CHOI YEONJUN ୨୧

it's no surprise that yeonjun is the type to stay late at night practicing his dancing, not worrying about sleeping or eating, that was something you were always concerned about, sure, you tried to tell him to take care of himself but he would just scoff you off telling you that you were just overreacting.

but the thing is, this went on for a weeks now, he didn't answer your calls or your texts, and that was the last straw for you. reason why you were now in hybe, directly going to see your boyfriend, who was practicing for god knows how long before you got there, it was 2:30am and he looked so tired, he had big bags under his eyes and he looked much thinner since the last time you saw him. you stopped the music, making him finally notice you were there “what are you doing here?” he asked, approaching you quickly “you didn't return any of my calls and didn't answer my texts or anything, i was worried” you said as you watched him frown, and that's how you found yourself stuck in a big argument about what was or was not good for your boyfriend's health.

it all ended with you letting out violent sobs that you were trying to hold back as you walked out of the building after probably ending your two-year relationship with yeonjun.

he was quick to follow you, immediately regretting yelling at you and fighting over something you were clearly right about. when he saw you, he immediately wrapped you in his arms, filling you with sweet words and thousands of “sorrys”, saying that he was carried away by stress and lack of rest, which was completely true. you turned to him, hugging him properly, admitting that you also let yourself be carried away by the insecurity that he was avoiding you because he didn't wanted you around.

you were glad that you finished the stupid argument, yeonjun kissed you gently and lovingly, grabbing your hand and heading to the building to get his things and finally go home with you.

CHOI SOOBIN ୨୧

soobin as your boyfriend was a total sweetheart, he was everything you dreamed of and more but being insecure about yourself was something that would affect your relationship with him sooner or later and it seemed that that moment was today.

currently, you were backstage, waiting your turn to perform on stage, you and soobin were sitting together, giving each other mutual support until some members of lesserafim approached you two, asking soobin if they could talk to him, to which he agreed, of course. you were never the jealous type but that slight insecurity you had slowly started to grow and grow as you watched kim chaewon and huh yunjin talk to your boyfriend, you didn't hate them or anything like that but due to your overthinking, you began to believe that maybe soobin would be better with one of them than to be with you because come on, they were beautiful, kind and talented, everything you were insecure about which caused that when he finally returned to your side, you began to throw passive-aggressive comments at him about it, causing him to yell at you about how you were starting to sound a little paranoid.

“if i'm as paranoid as you say, you better go and be with one of your girlfriends ! they sure are better than me! ” you snapped, and just when soobin was going to say something, you were called on stage to perform, so you wiped away the little tears that had begun to sprout from your eyes and you left.

after finishing your performance and going backstage, your boyfriend was sitting on the couch, waiting for you, he seemed to be thinking of the incident that had happened earlier because as soon as he saw you, soobin got up from his place and went to you, hugging you and filling you with kisses. finally apologizing, you explained everything you felt and that you feared that you could lose him to someone better than you but he hugged you again “you shouldn't worry, love, i love you more than anyone in the world and no one's better for me than you are.”

CHOI BEOMGYU ୨୧

for you, quality time was probably the most important thing in a relationship so you were glad beomgyu was on the same page as you but this can become a problem when you start feeling overwhelmed by each other's presence, that time had come when everything you did was a reason for you to get upset.

you were in the kitchen, making chocolate chip cookies together and it was impressive how none of you were killing each other yet.

until your boyfriend threw flour all over your face.

“what the hell!? why'd you do that!?” you said angrily as you saw him laugh at you.

you couldn't take it anymore, you started yelling in his face to stop being stupid, he looked at you surprised and contradicted you, saying that you should “stop taking everything so seriously!” and that you should enjoy the moment once and for all instead of being so pessimistic all day. you guys went on like that for a while until you finally realized what you were doing, you looked at each other surprised before letting out a “sorry, i shouldn't have said that" and an “it's my fault for bothering you,” anyway, it all ended with you kissing apologetically at him and then finishing the cookies, promising each other to communicate better next time before going to see a movie on the couch of your apartment and cuddling for the rest of the night.

KANG TAEHYUN ୨୧

you and taehyun had good fame as a couple, everyone envied you for the incredible communication you both had, every day you talked about everything that happened to you, whether it was good or bad.

your boyfriend wasn't necessarily known for being a cotton candy due to his sarcastic personality or "his rudeness" as it would appear, you had never understood this bad reputation he got about being "cold" and "serious" but you were able to understand this when he suddenly started answering your messages differently than he used to. of course, this could be due to the fact of not seeing him for a few days because of his busy schedule but whether or not it was for that, you overthought the situation and you couldn't help but feel that he had become much more distant, which was really out of character for him.

when you finally got to see each other, you confronted him about it but the only thing you got was a negative reaction from him, it was no surprise that he was going to react like this because even you knew that you would be mad too but you couldn't help those intrusive thoughts that kept appearing in your head, it was something you couldn't control. you could see how the people in the cafeteria were watching you argue about some text messages and when your small disagreement turned into a big fight, one of the waitresses had to kindly kick you out of the cafeteria.

taehyun looked at you, and you noticed right away because you were looking at him already, both confused by how was it that you got carried away by such a ridiculous situation as the one you were in, this was not normal for you, this was not how you two solved your problems, so you walked along the sidewalk for a while, both completely in silence until at the same time you began to apologize, him admitting that he was feeling so overwhelmed and stressed lately that maybe he didn't even want to talk to you at the time, which you understood but still confessed your concerns to him in case you made him mad or something.

“everything is fine now, okay? we don't need to let this happen again, dear,” he said, taking your hand and kissing it “i love you”

HUENINGKAI ୨୧

usually, when we think of hyuka, the first thing that comes to our mind is "he's a sweetheart", right? this case was no different, he was the best boyfriend you could ask for, you didn't even know what you had done in your past life to deserve someone as incredible as him, he seemed like he came straight out of a taylor swift song, something that made you feel in the clouds.

you were in the honeymoon phase, so you didn't expect to fight three months after dating.

it all started on a tuesday morning, you woke up as if all your energy had been drained, you felt completely miserable and you let your boyfriend know about this, who did not hesitate to hug you and promise to stay by your side all day until you felt better.

soon the afternoon came, 16:30pm and the whole panorama of you and kai was to be in each other's arms, your discomfort still present and just wanting to be with him. he asked you what was wrong, if something had happened the day before or in the morning before you saw him but you weren't even able to answer him, feeling weak, small and unable to answer without your voice cutting off in the middle of you talking, you felt like you'd collapse right there but your boyfriend did not seem to understand it, because even with being the best boyfriend in the whole world, he had a difficult time dealing with this kind of situation.

yeonjun had approached you, asking to speak with him for a moment, you certainly didn't want to let him go since his friend clarified that it wasn't really important but not to your boyfriend, being the kindest person in the universe, he insisted on talking with, giving it way to your meltdown.

not taking it anymore after telling him that if he wanted to go, he could and him responding with a “then i'll go if you want,” his voice strong and the harsh tone in it made it all worse.

yeonjun didn't know what to do when he saw how you fought, throwing cruel words at each other that you would soon regret. when you finished arguing, both of you going their own separate way and not speaking all day until the morning after had arrived.

“i'm sorry,” you said when you saw him for the first time that day “i shouldn't have taken it out on you, it's just that- i've noticed you've been acting different lately and i'm afraid you'll leave me or that you've gotten bored of me,” you confessed with a voice barely above a whisper but your boyfriend was capable of hearing it.

he wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head softly and rubbing your back “i'm sorry too, love, but hey, all couples fight, right? besides, now we can tell how was our very first fight to our grandchildren” he joked, making you chuckle “and you know i will never get bored of you, you're my soulmate, my other half.”

© HRTBEOMI 2024

[rxmqnova]

Hi!, how are you? So i saw that you have your request open can I request

Mama!Nat x daughter (around 3-4) in where on one of Natasha's missions she lost her memories and her memory stayed around when she left the red room so she doesn't know she has a daughter (duh), when she is told she can't believe it because she never though she would be able to have a child or they take her daughter to see her for when she wakes up and she finds out that she has a daughter that way. she feels insecure about being with her thinking she may hurt her So she avoids her. But reader insist to be with her mama angst with happy ending pls.

Hope you have a wonderful Christmas an new year🎉

Btw sorry for the bad grammar/English. it's no my first language

Lost memory

Y/N: 4 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV "Please, auntie Wanda, I want to see mommy" Y/N begs, hugging Wanda's legs tightly and looking up at her with the best puppy eyes she can do.

Y/N's been begging every single Avenger, one by one, to take her see her mommy. Natasha's last mission didn't go as planned and she got badly hurt. She even was in coma for the entire 3 weeks, but thankfully she's much better now.

Though there is one problem… Unfortunately, Natasha doesn't remember the last years of her life… more specifically, the last memory she has is from more than ten years ago when she escaped the Red room.

Y/N's been begging and crying everyday, wanting to see her mommy. She knows Natasha's here on the compound as she saw how Steve carried her mama to Bruce after the mission.

"Y/N/N" Wanda sighs, lifting Y/N up and sitting her on her hip. "Honey, I know you do, but your mommy needs to rest" She kisses the little girl's head, receiving a whine as Y/N buries her head into Wanda's neck.

"I want mommy" Y/N cries out into Wanda's neck, making Wanda sigh once again.

"I know, bubs, I know"

———

It took a few hours of begging, but Bruce and Doctor Cho agreed that they can't go on like this for much longer. Because the only one Natasha briefly remembers is Clint, he agreed that he'd be the one who tells the redhead about Y/N.

"How are you feeling?" Clint smiles at his best friend, sitting down on the bed.

"I'm fine, I don't know why I still have to be here" Natasha sighs, crossing her arms over chest. "Why are you here?"

"Can't I just come to see how's my friend doing?" Cling teases on which Natasha raises an eyebrow. "But yeah, I'm here to tell you something" He looks at the redhead, preparing himself to tell her about Y/N.

"Why are you looking at me like that? What is it? I feel like nothing can be worse than that I forgot the past 14 years of my life" Natasha sighs, waiting for Clint to speak.

"… We haven't really told you everything, Nat. There's something we left out, but we can't keep that from you anymore" Clint starts. "… You saved a little girl on a mission 3 years ago… She's spent here for about… 2 months and you decided to adopt her. She's 4 now and she's been begging us to take her to you. I know it's-"

"Wait. Wait. I adopted a child? Me?" Natasha asks shocked, not believing anything from what Clint has just said.

"Yeah, I-"

"Mama! Mama!" Y/N bursts into the room, Wanda running after her.

"I'm sorry, I turned around for 2 seconds and she was gone" Wanda explains with a sigh.

"Mama, I missed you!" The tiny girl says, attempting to climb the bed. "Mama" A whine escapes Y/N's lips after another failed attempt of climbing the bed as it's too high for her, holding her arms up for Natasha who's just staring at her shocked.

Wanda's quick to lift Y/N up, sitting her on her hip and holding her tightly as Y/N's trying to wiggle out of her arms and reaching her tiny arms for Natasha.

"N-no, no, I can't" Natasha panics, shaking her head.

"Calm down, Nat" Clint moves closer, trying to comfort his best friend. "Take her out, Wanda" He orders, Wanda nodding immediately.

"Want mommy! Mama!" Y/N cries loudly, kicking her legs and trying to wiggle out of Wanda's arms while the witch is carrying her out of the room again.

———

A few days have passed since Natasha found out about Y/N and she still doesn't know how to feel about that. And now when she's finally allowed to leave the bed and get back to normal life, it seems even scarier.

Y/N, on the other hand, has been crying nonstop through the days. She just wants her mommy and everyone's been keeping her away again.

"Mama!" Y/N grins once she sees Natasha step into the kitchen, immediately jumping off of the chair and running to the redhead, crashing her little body into Natasha's legs.

"Oh, hi" Natasha says akwardly, carefully peeling the little girl off of herself.

It's not like she wouldn't want a child, but she just doesn't know how to take care of one. After all, she's never taken care of a child before… well, she doesn't remember it… so it's understandable that she's scared of it.

"Mama, I drew you lots of pictures. I'm gonna show you" Y/N informs, already running away for her drawings which makes Natasha let out a sigh of relief and she quickly makes herself something for breakfast.

"Hey, hm. You're Wanda, right?" Natasha asks, sitting down opposite the brunette who smiles and nods in response, so Natasha takes a deep breath before speaking again. "Clint told me you were the one who mostly took care of Y/N. I just… I just wanted to ask you if you could maybe take care of her for a bit more? At least a few more days please?" She asks, hoping to get a yes from the witch.

"Oh, of course. Y/N's such a sweetheart. If you need any help with her, I'll be happy to help you" Wanda smiles warmly on which Natasha lets out a sigh of relief, though the tiny footsteps that are approaching stress her out immediately.

"Look, mama! I have so many pictures for you!" Y/N informs, crawling on Natasha's lap which only makes Natasha panic. She has no idea how to hold the little girl, scared that if she wrapped her arms around her, her hold could be too strong and she'd hurt her. "This is you and me playing soccer, mama!" Y/N grins, pointing at the two figures on her picture before looking up at Natasha who only hums in response and gives the tiny girl an akward smile. "And this is us building a snowman!"

Of course Wanda senses Natasha's discomfort and calls her little niece to come sit back to her and to finish her breakfast which she's been eating before Natasha came in. Natasha mouths a 'thank you', shooting Wanda a smile before quickly finishing her own breakfast, disappearing into the gym without Y/N noticing.

"Where did mommy go, auntie Wanda?" Y/N asks after a while, looking around to find her mother.

"She needs to rest a lot, honey. We should leave her alone for a little bit" Wanda says with a sigh, already knowing this won't satisfy the tiny one.

Y/N pouts, jumping off of her chair, taking her drawings and running away, ignoring Wanda who's calling after her. She hasn't seen her mommy for weeks, she just wants to be with her. Why nobody understands?

The little girl enters Natasha's bedroom only to find it empty. There are ony two more places on the compound Natasha could be, so Y/N decides to check.

After not finding her mother in her office, Y/N ends up in the gym, smiling when she sees Natasha there.

"Mommy, you forgot the pictures!" Y/N informs, running to Natasha with her arms up. "Up! Mama! Up! Please!" The tiny girl pleads, jumping up and down in front of the redhead.

"Y/N, I… just put those drawings on the bench over there. I'll take them later, yeah?" Natasha says, trying her best to not hurt the little one's feelings.

Y/N nods, running away to put her drawings on the bench like Natasha wanted and then running back to her mama.

"Mommy, up please" Y/N requests, pulling out her best puppy eyes in hope to get some cuddles from the redhead.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I can't" Natasha nearly whispers, hoping the little girl would just go away.

"But mama please. I want some cuddles" Y/N repeats again, tears filling her little eyes.

"Y/N, I said no. Please go away" Natasha sighs, slowly losing her patience as the little child is still standing in front of her with her arms up.

"Mama, please" Y/N pleads.

"What is so hard to understand? I said no. Go away" Natasha orders sternly, her voice raised a little bit which makes Y/N run away and cry loudly.

Natasha lets out a sigh after Y/N's cries die down, squeezing her eyes shut. She didn't want to make Y/N cry.

About an hour later Natasha leaves the gym, picking up the drawings from Y/N on the way. She throws them on her bed as soon as she enters her room, deciding to look at them after a shower. She really feels bad for making the tiny one cry.

Fresh out of the shower Natasha sits on her bed, taking all of the papers Y/N gave her and looking at all of them. She can't help the smile that forms on her face while looking at those drawings.

She spots a few more pictures hanging her closet, so she stands up and goes to look. She hasn't noticed them before as Clint only showed her where her room is this morning.

Now feeling even worse Natasha walks around the compound with hope to find the little girl somewhere. And after what feels like stepping into 100 different rooms Natasha finally finds the tiny girl in what seems to be her bedroom, laying on her bed and cuddling to her teddy bear while sobbing.

"Hi there" Natasha says quietly, sitting down on the bed on which Y/N just turns around and buries her head into her pillow. "Can we talk?" "Hm-hm" Y/N shakes her head.

"… Are you mad at me?" Natasha asks, gently placing her hand on Y/N's back and giving it a rub.

"Yes, because you're being mean and don't want to give me cuddles" Y/N mumbles out with a pout, finally looking at her mother with her puffy eyes.

"Y/N, I… I'm sorry, okay? I didn't want to be mean to you, but I just don't remember you" Natasha sighs, tears forming in Y/N's eyes again at the not very nice tone Natasha used. "No, please don't cry. I'm sorry"

"But I want you to give me lots of cuddles and be nice to me, because you're my mama" Y/N cries out, burying her head into her pillow again which makes Natasha think about whether should she leave or not. She's never been in a situation like this. What should she do?

"I'm sorry, please just stop crying" Deciding to stay, Natasha desperately tries to calm down the little girl somehow, but rubbing her back just doesn't seem to be enough.

Though Y/N's tears don't stop. She just wants more comfort from her mommy, so she crawls over to Natasha, sitting on her lap, wrapping her tiny arms around her and burying her face into her mother's chest.

"I… okay" Natasha carefully wraps her arms around the tiny girl which finally makes Y/N calm down and the redhead smile as Y/N's hug brings her this really nice feeling she doesn't remember feeling before.

"Mama?" Y/N questions, lifting her head to look at Natasha who hums in response, smiling a little bit. "Did you look at my pictures?" She continues, finally being in her mommy's arms making her forget everything that happened just a few minutes ago on which Natasha lets out a chuckle.

"I did, they're very pretty, sweetheart" Natasha tells the tiny one, receiving a huge smile from the little girl before she cuddles up to her, making Natasha smile.

It will surely take a while until Natasha learns how to take care of Y/N and it will surely be hard, but now the redhead knows she wants to try and be a mother to the tiny girl. And there was only one thing that made her realize… a hug from her little girl.

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I'm sorry it took so long. I hope you had wonderful Christmas and New year as well!! <33

Part 2

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[skzstannie]

"I'll take care of you"

SKZ-> Felix x Reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, stranger to lovers wc: ~3,100 cw: Abusive/toxic boyfriend, yelling, violence, Felix is literally the biggest sweetheart

summary: you'd never expect the coffee shop down the street to be your saving grace, but a certain sunshine had other ideas

A/N: Hellooooo! I reached 200 followers today, so THANK U AGAIN! Should I do something special for it?

Part 2 is now posted!

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"Baby, please," you sob, your cheek throbbing in pain.

"Don't 'baby' me, you know this is what happens when you don't do your chores." His smirk is villainous as he stands over you. "Don't be a bitch! Get up and go do what you were supposed to do," he seethes, making you flinch.

You slowly get up off the floor, brushing yourself off as you stand. You feel his eyes on you as you scramble into the kitchen.

You forgot to do the dishes again. You should've known better than to forget; you know he gets like this every time. You don't necessarily blame him, though. He does so much for you, and you can't even remember to do a simple household chore.

You scrub the plates clean, the hot water burning against your skin. His footsteps echo into the room, coming closer to you.

His hands wrap gently around your waist, holding you close. "You know I don't like to hit you, baby. Why can't you just listen?"

"I'm sorry. I'll be better for you," you tell him as you lean back into his touch.

"I know you will be."

~ ~ ~

"One medium Iced Americano!"

You stand from your seat in the coffee shop, making your way towards the counter to grab your drink.

The cafe is crowded, the queue at least 10 deep. You squeeze past people, muttering the occasional "Excuse me" as you pass.

You're disappointed when you get to the counter, seeing your drink nowhere to be found.

"Excuse me," you call out to the barista behind the counter, "What happened to my drink? The Iced Americano?"

"Oh, some guy just took it. It was yours?" she asks distractedly, another cup already in her hand as she pours coffee into it.

"Yea..." you trail off, your eyes scanning the shop for the drink-stealer.

"I'm sorry about that, I'll whip you up another one. What size would you like?"

"Medium, please." The barista nods her head and gets to work. "Thank you so much."

You sit down at a table near the counter to wait. Your mind starts to wander, thinking about all the work you have to catch up on this week. You're an editor for the local newspaper, and your boss decided to dump a bunch of stories on you last minute. While they weren't set to be published for another few weeks, you were incredibly meticulous with your work, so it usually took you longer than necessary to get through them.

You're brought of your thoughts by a boy walking up to your table. "I'm sorry, but I think I accidentally took your drink. My friend ordered a large iced Americano, and I think this is the medium." His cute face is twisted in an apologetic expression.

"That's ok, she's making me a new one. No worries," you reassure him, giving him a soft smile.

"Oh good, sorry again." You expect to him to walk off, your original drink in his hand, but he continues to stand in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours. It's a little uncomfortable, and you're about to get up to avoid the awkward tension when he speaks again.

"Mind if I sit? You look like you could use some company."

You hesitate to answer. If your boyfriend found out you let some random man sit with you, he'd freak out.

"I was actually just about to head out. I have to get back to my boyfriend," you answer, deciding that rejecting his offer was for the best.

"Here you go miss, one medium Iced Americano," says the barista. Her arm is stretched over the counter, your drink in hand.

"Thank you so much," you immediately stand, stepping around the man to grab it.

As you go to step away, the man stops you, "My name's Felix by the way. I've seen you around here before." His eyes twinkle from the dingey lights overhead.

"I'm Y/N," your lips morph into a smile at his kindness.

"I'll see ya around?" there's a questioning twinge to his voice, a hint of hope peaking through.

"Sure. See ya around, Felix." With that, you walk towards the exit, heading back home.

~ ~ ~

"What took you so long?" your boyfriend's voice booms through the house as soon as you open the door.

"Someone else took my drink, so I had to wait for them to make me another," you explain, hopeful that you're calm energy will have the same affect on your boyfriend.

"You think that's a good enough excuse?! For all I know you could've been cheating on me! What am I supposed to think when you're gone for so long?!" he yells, his heavy footsteps approach you quickly from the living room.

"Babe, I promise it was nothing like that," you panic, your eyes darting around the foyer for an escape.

"Next time," he's in front of you now, his face red in anger, "tell me if you'll be longer." His rough hand reaches towards your face, roughly grabbing your jaw between his fingers. You wince, sure it'll leave yet another bruise. "Got it?"

"Yes," you mumble, your jaw stinging from his tight grasp.

"Good." He releases your face and wipes his hands on his pants, like he's disgusted by you.

You hurry off to your bedroom, quietly closing the door behind you.

~ ~ ~

It's been a couple weeks since you've been able to stop by the cafe. Your boyfriend's been stricter since the last coffee incident, not letting you leave the house without him.

"Hi Y/N!" your eyes glance above your computer screen, meeting the happy face of the man you met the last time you came here. What was his name again?

"Hi..." you say, hoping he'll fill in the blank.

"Felix!"

"Oh yea," you chuckle, embarrassed by your forgetfulness, "Sorry, it slipped my mind."

"That's ok!" You're heart warms, his bright and happy personality filling the emptiness of the coffee shop. "May I sit?" He gestures to the chair across from you.

You think on it for a moment. You really need to finish this article, but you guess a little break won't hurt. "Sure."

You didn't know it was possible, but his smile turns brighter at your answer. "Thanks!" He pulls the chair out and sits. It's silent between you for a minute, and you go back to typing away on your computer. "What are you working on?"

"I'm an editor for the newspaper, so I'm just finishing up this story," you reply.

"Oooh, that's cool? Do you like being an editor?"

You and Felix hit it off right away. He asks you more about your job, and you love the way he genuinely seems interested in what you have to say.

You ask him a few questions about himself, too, and you find out he's in a band with his friends.

"That's so cool!" You've finished you're article by this point, and you're nearing the end of your coffee, as well.

His eyes light up as he talks about his friends. They sound like an interesting bunch from all the stories he tells you.

"And then," he stops, letting out an adorable giggle, "he fell right on his ass, in front of everyone!" He laughs again and you join in. Something about Felix's aura just makes you feel so comfortable around him, like you've known him forever.

You both quiet down, and you become a little uncomfortable under his intense gaze. His eyes focus on your chin.

"What happened to your chin?" It's obvious he doesn't mean any harm with his question, pure curiosity taking over his features. However, the attention to your bruises makes you severely uncomfortable, and you instinctually look to flee.

"Oh, it was nothing," you think for a second, trying to come up with an excuse, "I'm just clumsy and hit my chin on my nightstand. No biggie," you tell him distractedly as you hurry to pack up your things.

His eyes widen at your panicked movements. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry," he apologizes, standing up as well.

"It's ok, I actually had to go anyway," you lie, swinging your bag over your shoulder. "I'll see you around." You quickly make your way out of the cafe, not even giving him a chance to say goodbye. He stands there with a slight tilt to his head, watching you rush out of the shop.

~ ~ ~

Weeks go by before Felix has the chance to talk to you again. He waits for you on your usual days at the cafe, hoping to see your familiar figure walk through the door, but you never do.

His eyes light up one particular Monday morning as you walk through the door, the little bell dinging, alerting the employees someone came in.

His smile falters a little upon seeing the man holding your hand. You're expression is stiffer than normal, your lips pursed in a tight line, replacing the bright smile you usually wear.

Felix watches as the man orders for both of you. "One medium iced Americano and a small Hazelnut latte," he says.

The man looks nothing like he thought your boyfriend would look. His eyes are cold and emotionless, practically burning holes in the side of the barista's face. Felix doesn't miss the way he rudely tosses the money onto the counter, not even gracious enough to hand it to the cashier.

Felix's gaze shifts down to your hands, your boyfriend's grip looking unnecessarily tight around your small hand. He notices the way your fingers are white from lack of circulation, and his blood boils.

Felix manages to catch your wandering gaze, your cheeks heated in embarrassment from the way your boyfriend was treating the staff.

He gives you a small wave, the corners of his lips upturned.

Your eyes widen at his show of friendliness, and you give him the smallest of head shakes. Your expression conveys, "Please don't say anything to me", and his heart clenches at this. Who does this guy think he is?

As much as Felix wants to go up to you and rip his hand from yours, it's clear you don't want him to acknowledge you right now. He knows it is because of the man next to you, and he begins to wonder if those bruises he saw on your chin weeks before weren't from your clumsiness after all.

~ ~ ~

"You never order anything when you're here. Why is that?"

It's a nice, sunny Monday morning, and you and Felix sit in the corner of the cafe.

"I don't actually like coffee much," he chuckles, his face flushing in embarrassment. You raise your eyebrows at that, waiting for him to continue. "I just like the atmosphere here, and now I come for you, too!"

Now it's your turn to blush, a pink shade creeping up your neck. "For me?"

"Yea, I figured we're friends now, and I like to spend time with you." his voice is deep and charming as he speaks, his eyes soft.

Friends aren't something that have come easy to you. Your boyfriend rarely lets you go places by yourself. Work is the main exception, and after some begging a few months prior, he allows you to come to the coffee shop by yourself, too.

Being friends with Felix sounds nice. It's been months since you first met, and most weeks you both sit at the same table, you working on your articles and him doing various other activities. Sometimes he'll bring a book to read, other times he'll just play on his phone until you're finished working.

The silence sits between the two of you as you think, and Felix worries he's made you uncomfortable. "I mean- we don't have to be, like friends, or anything. I just thought-"

You cut off his rambling, a smile gracing your lips, "I'd love to be friends with you Felix."

His shoulders slump in relief, and he gives you a relaxed smile. "Oh good, I was worried I'd scared you off."

"You're practically the nicest person I've ever met. How could you possible scare me off?" you laugh.

"I know I can come off a little strong sometimes, but I'm just a friendly guy, and I like your company," he explains to you, and you can't help but agree with everything he says.

That first day he talked to you he did seem a little overzealous. Now, after hanging out with him numerous times, you know that's just him, and you're ok with that. You love how Felix is able to bring a little sunshine into your life, even if it's only for a few hours every week.

"Well, don't worry about it. I wanna be your friend, too, and I like hanging out with you just as much," you assure him.

"Perfect! As my first duty of being your official friend, I have to ask you to stop lying to me," his voice goes serious, the light in his eyes dimming.

Your breath falters a little at this. "What do you mean?" you try to play it off, taking a swift drink of your coffee. You know he's not stupid; anyone with eyes can see the various bumps and bruises that litter your body.

"All these bruises... nobody's that clumsy, Y/N."

The familiar urge to escape fills your body, and panic bubbles in your throat.

"Felix," you choke out, your gaze lingering on your hands nervously rubbing against your pants. Tears gather in your eyes.

No one has ever confronted you about this. You pushed your family away long ago; it was upon your boyfriend's request, but who were you to tell him no? You've not been close with someone since then. You had friends before, but after so many unanswered texts, they just stopped texting. Stopped calling. Now their contacts sit in your phone as constant reminders of what used to be.

Felix's heart softens as your eyes well with tears, but he stands his ground. If he was going to be your friend, he couldn't let this slide any longer. "No more lies."

"Felix, I can't," the anxiety becomes too much, and you're quick to run out of the cafe, leaving your bag and coffee sitting on the table.

Felix quickly gathers your things and follows you out, earning a few curious glances from the people standing in line.

His eyes find your form, speed-walking down the sidewalk in the normal direction you leave in. "Y/N, please wait!" he calls after you, jogging to catch up.

He only has to run for a few seconds, catching up to you quickly. He reaches out to grab your elbow, and he immediately recoils upon seeing the way you flinch at his touch.

You stop walking, knowing there's no point in running anymore. Your head hangs low, your gaze permanently set on the ground in front of you. You allow Felix to guide you towards a secluded bench, sitting on the side of one of the buildings.

Felix's body immediately kicks into comfort mode upon seeing the tears flowing down your face. He softly sets his arm around your shoulders. You don't flinch, so he takes that as his sign to wrap you up into a hug, pulling you further into his body.

You continue to cry into his shoulder, not sure how else to deal with the emotions that overwhelm you.

"Y/N," he whispers as he rubs your back, "Can you look at me for a second?"

You raise your head from his shoulder, your eyes glossy with unshed tears.

"Please let me help you," he begs, his arms firm around your body.

"Felix, I can't," your sobs return, your arms leaving Felix to cover your face.

"Y/N, you've let him control you long enough."

Your lips wobble, and you don't know what to say. You've dated your boyfriend for years; he's all you know, all you have.

You've listened to his verbal abuse for so long, his words constantly swimming in your head:

"No one else will love you like I do."

"Nobody cares about you."

"Your family and friends left you, but not me. You can trust me."

His physical abuse marks your body. Old scars litter your arms and legs, bruises coloring your jaw and neck. You're always aching, different parts of your body always healing. You know your body needs a break.

"I know you probably feel stuck, like you have no one to go to," Felix continues, hoping that there's room in your cluttered mind for his words to get through to you, "But I'm here now. I'll help you. I won't let him touch you anymore."

Your mind is full of every emotion imaginable.

You know you can trust Felix. The problem isn't whether or not you can trust Felix. After all these months, he's proven to be one of the greatest people you've ever met. He's kind, loving, caring; everything you're boyfriend is not.

No, the problem isn't whether you can trust Felix; he's one of the most trustworthy people you've ever met. You just don't know how.

"Please, Y/N, I can't sit by and continue to watch you walk into the cafe with new bruises every week. I'll help you get out of this mess; you don't have to stay with him anymore."

Felix's pleas swirl around in your mind. The kindness he emits mixes with the words of your boyfriend like oil and water. If Felix was ice, your boyfriend would be fire; the two polar opposites in every way.

"That boyfriend of yours is no good for you," you remember your mom telling you. It was one of the last conversations you had with her before he made you cut all contact with her.

Maybe she was right. Maybe it is time for a change. Felix has always made you feel safe, like you could tell him anything. He could help you.

"It's your call, don't let him think he has power of you. All you have to do is tell me, and it'll be taken care of. I'll take care of you, Y/N."

You sit in silence for a few moments, nothing but the sounds of your sniffles filling the air.

The cold wind whips past your clouded head, bringing you back to reality. You finally gain the courage to look up at him, and his eyes have never looked softer.

"Please help me, Felix," you sob, your hands going to grip his hoodie as you lay your head against his chest. Your ear presses against his heart, the gentle beat soothing you better than words ever could.

"Oh, sweet girl," he whispers, running his hand through your hair. He's holding you so tight now, like he never wants to let you go. "You'll never have to see him again. I've got you now, nobody will hurt you anymore."

Part 2

[inerizaki]

I'll eat your pa- what!?

Your boyfriends get caught by you.

First fic guys pls be nice 🤓.

Threesome, sakuatsu x reader, nsfw, panty stealing (?), cum eating, spit, Dom reader, subby sakuatsu, handjob, begging

It has been 2 weeks. 2 weeks going to sleep alone. 2 weeks of annoyed excuses from your boyfriends.

Today would be no different...

"Baby we're just tired..." Atsumu sighed, and Kiyoomi wasn't even opening his mouth, going through his routine in silence. You swore you felt a vein pop on your forehead.

"Yeah? Poor you. How tired?"

Atsumu sighs, not having the energy to put you with your anger right now.

"Very, why are you being --" his sentence cuts off short as he sees the garment hanging off your fingertips. Even kiyoomi who had been intent on not interacting to save his strength, had spotted it and was gulping heavily.

"Tired enough to spoil my panties?" Several things ran through Atsumu's mind at a breakneck speed, none of them helpful as he felt the most embarrassing blush up his face. "Hey... Um... I can explain" atsumu starts.

Your face was deadpanned. If people thought kiyoomi was the resting bitch face in your relationship, they didn't look at you well enough.

"they were my favourite pair you know" you pout and flop on the armchair in your living room. *Shit* *fuck* he should have known. You were the last person to get mad at them for their ungodly practices. You had your practices. You were also an athlete. There was no way this would have pissed you off, he should have known better.

As he thinks about his last words, he notices how sweaty you are. You must have just finished your practice too... Your bangs were sticking to your forehead, your legs manspreading and the prettiest flush on your face. *THIS ISN'T HELPING* he told his brain.

Kiyoomi had completely abandoned his daily ritual of setting his kitbag neatly in its place, instead, he was standing behind Atsumu, trying to hide. As if his 6'4 self would be able to. He looked sheepish behind his mask and you knew already. "Ye-yes babe wait...It was just.. you were so tired and ... We didn't -" your eyebrow raises, "me .. tired..." You slowly repeat what he said, and lord, Atsumu knew he was so fucked.

He knew the only way to ask for your forgiveness was to beg for it. So with his thighs still sore from practice, he sits in front of you, on his heels. He hears Kiyoomi behind him and immediately knows he's following suit, his mask dangling off of one ear.

They weren't looking up at you as much, being as tall as they were, but it was enough. Kiyoomi's pale face was also flushed as he was avoiding your gaze. You were sitting on the armchair, legs still spread and arms crossed as you regarded them. Omi had the insane thought that *the yakuza should be glad she never wants anything to do with violence*.

"so?" You ask them, eyes levelled as they look down on both Atsumu and Omi. Atsumu gulps again, his voice cracking as he starts, "Baby it's just... You had finally.. just got a break after a while and it didn't seem fair..." You scoff, "Spare me that bullshit, either it was a kink you didn't tell me about or you just didn't want to deal with me. Which one is it?" This time your question was aimed at Omi, who was shifting his feet.

Omi knew it was useless lying to you, you already saw through the whole act anyway, but still... For his dignity... "It's not like that it just happened -" he sees the beginning of a snarl form...

When Omi doesn't say anything, you sigh, "I can't believe you tried lying to my face." He looks at you through his lashes again and looks back down, the red getting deeper."I'm upset you know." When Atsumu hears those words he starts to crawl to you on his hands and knees, "Hey don't be like-" he gets stopped in his tracks with the balls of your foot on his forehead. Atsumu gulps, it was an uncomfortable position to be in, not to mention he could see your skirt lift, and he made every effort possible not to look.

You laugh coldly, "WOW, even after the stunt you just pulled you're still thinking about my panties? That's kinda pathetic Tsum." He felt the knot in his chest unwind a little at the use of his nickname coming back but he wouldn't be off the hook so soon.

Omi, on the other hand, had been looking at you both from the corner of his eye... He could see Atsumu's tent in his shorts.. and felt the mortifying realization that he was getting one too."I'll let you look if you ask real nice mmkay?" You tell Atsumu with faux sympathy dripping from your voice. He closes his eyes, takes a few breaths and says... "Please.. baby can I look?" That earns a catlike smile from you. "See wasn't that hard was it?" You shift your foot from the centre of his forehead to place your heel there instead, giving him plenty of space to stare. You turn to Omi now, watching his breathing get shallow and eyes get heavy-lidded.

"nothing to say, Omi?" You purr, but the expression on your face is as stoic as ever. "What would you like me to say?" He asks as levelled as he can, his breath betraying him at every word. Atsumu, clearly not having had enough of your attention, whines. "H-hey cmon.." you turn to look at him, his eyes defiantly looking up at you.

"Stop... Pay attention to me" he pouts. Fucking pouts. "You just had your turn being humiliated and yer asking for more?" You ask dryly. He nods his head, the heel still on his forehead bobbing up and down. You let out a breath of *fine* and travel your foot down until he reaches the growing tent in his shorts and you apply the slightest pressure.

You see him open his mouth in a silent gasp and throw his head back. You turn back to Omi, "Now what was I saying?" Omi looks back at you, clearly dazed, but manages to say "You were saying why you were upset with us". You click your tongue, "Ah right, see I am not even *that* mad about you both doing this, rather I'm mad about the fact that I've been lonely for 2 weeks and the one time you could have involved me, you didn't."

Omi nods, like a schoolboy taking a scolding. "I understand" he gasps out, but it wasn't enough to satisfy you. "And you also chose my favourite panties, care to explain why?" He thinks.. one more try couldn't hurt right? "We just.. took the first one on the pile" another twitch of your upper lip. "No ... You chose them because they had the most slick on them.. don't lie again. Am I not right?" *Fuck* there goes that.

You apply more pressure on Atsumu, and he gasps out, "Mhmm you're right fuck you're right". Your head tilts to the side, and Omi admits "Ye-yes.. it was because they had... The slickest..." He choked out the words. How the fuck did he end up here. "say it kiyoomi" Omi takes a deep breath steeling himself, "Yes, you're right we took those because .. you wear them often and they have the most... Slick on them" he breathes out.

Your cheek's resting against your curled up palm and you tap the finger of your other on your thigh. "You know what is even slicker?" You felt Atsumu's breath hitch, and another shot of shame blow through Omi. "What has...?" You roll your eyes. "Me you idiot. And maybe if you had thought things through I would have been nice" you eye Atsumu.

Now Omi not only had to deal with him LIKING being treated like this, he also had to deal with him being JEALOUS over Atsumu being treated worse but still being jealous ." are you that upset...?" Omi tests the waters, using his best pleading voice and puppy face, all of it shot down by you grumbling, "I'm not even going to answer that right now" your arms crossing across your chest.

Omi's heart drops as he hears your response. He didn't think it would get this far, to be honest, he hadn't been thinking at all. He also starts to crawl towards you, and you let him, much to Atsumu's disbelief. You press down on him a bit harder before he can argue. Omi makes it to your thigh, his chin resting on it as he looks up at you through his coal lashes and says in the prettiest voice "I'm sorry bunny... I didn't mean to upset you I wasn't thinking, Please forgive me?" He swore he could see your eyes darken.

You tilt your gaze towards Atsumu, your face not moving. To his credit he immediately gets the hint and whines "Yeah I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that I'm sorry I neglected you like that please forgive me?" You remove your foot on top of his hard dick and he almost stumbles forward crawling to you, placing his chin on your knee just like Omi. They look like a pair of puppies, pathetic and cute.

"you'd think just because I'm tired, which I wasn't by the way.. you didn't ask, I wouldn't help you" They could sense the genuine hurt on your face now, and sink their chins even deeper, looking up at you apologetically. "no... You would have" Atsumu says, his gaze running from yours. You were cruel, but you didn't have the heart to be cruel to both of your boyfriends kneeling in front of you.

You sigh and motion them upwards, and they quickly take the chance to nuzzle into your neck, still whispering favoured apologies and words of devotion, all of them muddling to kisses and hickeys. Barely able to breathe between them, you pull them closer through the waistbands of their shorts. They know better than to protest and let you manoeuvre them until they're looking down on you. Their palms are on the top of the armchair's back, holding on to support as they feel their calves burn from the position.

You palm their bulges, and immediately they shudder. "Pull shit like this again and I'll lock you both in chastity cages" you snarl up at them. Their eyes widen at the threat, feeling even more blood rush to their dicks. "Are ya serious?" Atsumu asks his abs relaxing and contract. You raise an eyebrow, "You tryna find out pretty boy?" Both of them shake their heads vigorously.

You decide to show them mercy, freeing their dicks from their shorts and starting to pump them after you spit on them. They lean into you, groaning and whining. Atsumu has always been a blabber in bed, but it was a pleasant surprise to see Kiyoomi moan and whine. You wished you could record them and avoid you could have it in repeat for days.

"You both beg so pretty," you tell them and they *preen*, back arching to you. The most pathetic whines and begs, you didn't expect them to be this wound up after yesterday's stunt. They start getting more high-pitched pitched and before you can prepare yourself, ropes of white paint your face and neck, making you scrunch your face.

Atsumu has his face against the back of the armchair, Omi swaying back and forth, his entire body the prettiest of flushes. "you're both too spent to clean me up?" You ask while licking your upper lip. Immediately rejuvenated, Atsumu is the first to throw his arms around you and start licking your face and neck, anything to make you forgive them, anything you say.

Omi is slower but more thorough, he has your face in a firm grip as he laps up all the cum off your face, kissing and dragging his lips across your neck. The saltiness of your sweat was mixed with their cum and Omi couldn't get enough.

"I can't believe you tried to act all aloof in front of me.. as if that would work when I know what you looked like licking the sweat off my face... Hmm Omi chan?" You teased and he couldn't even complain, he was just glad to not be the subject of your cold gaze.

When they're both done, they look up at you, their faces back on your lap. You swore you could feel their invisible tail wagging behind them. You wipe off the spit across your cheek and say, "Well then .. if you're not too tired. you could help me clean up the slick on these panties?" You coyly lift your skirt. And who would they be to deny you of such a request?

[collapsedglasshouses]

Consequences || Noah Sebastian x Reader [Part 2]

IF YOU DIDN'T READ PART ONE, READ IT HERE.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Summary: Even though Y/N felt slightly guilty about the eventful night with Noah, she can't help but follow him to his room that night.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, mentions of previous sexual events, swearing, alcohol consumption, oral sex (male receiving), (pls let me know if i forgot something <3), metric system (if that counts as a warning lmao, i'm european i don’t know anything about feet and inches)

A/N: Soooo, here is part 2... I dont even know what to say except that i was absolutely flabberghasted with your reactions to part 1. Thank you all so much! For those who want to know, I listened to Miracle on repeat while writing this ;) I'm always open for suggestions! Pls let me know if you liked this chapter. Enjoy!

When you woke up the next morning your head almost immediately started spinning. For the first few seconds you thought that maybe everything that had happened last night was just a dream but when you didn't feel any different after staring at the ceiling of your room for quite some time, you let out a frightened sigh.

Noah and you really hooked up last night. Noah really ate you out while watching your favorite movie. Noah and you really got intimate while your brother was celebrating his thirtieth birthday not even twenty meters away from you.

"Fuck..." you mumbled to yourself before you grabbed your phone to look what time it was. 10:23 AM. You didn't even sleep that long.

Slowly you got out of your bed and looked at yourself through the mirror that was hanging next to the dresser on the wall. The longer you looked the more guilt crept into your veins. You couldn't believe what happened. Even though you enjoyed every second of it, you couldn't wrap your head around how to go on from now on.

Would Noah and you continue as before? Were you now officially more than friends? Could you even go back from this? You had absolutely no idea...

After debating what to do, you decided to just go with the flow and went downstairs to be met with the mess the birthday party left behind. There were a lot of empty cups laying around and you felt the stickiness beneath your feet on the floor, causing you to shiver in disgust before tip toeing to a bar stool in the kitchen area to avoid as much floor contact as possible.

You weren't the first one to be awake since Jolly was sitting at said kitchen counter, eating a piece of Nick's birthday cake and mindlessly scrolling through Instagram.

"Good morning" you greeted him before grabbing a piece of cake for yourself.

"Are you okay?" You immediately tensed up and looked at Jolly who gave you a concerned glance. Is he talking about last night? Is he talking about why Noah and you just disappeared into thin air?

"I-… Uh… I threw up yesterday and Noah noticed I was gone and than he tried to make me feel a bit better." Tried to make me feel a bit better? Are you kidding me, Y/N, why don’t you just directly tell him Noah went down on you?

"Actually… just wanted to know why you looked so disgusted walking towards me." he began "But I’m glad you feel better now."

Internally you were this close to slamming your head repeatedly on the kitchen counter but on the outside you just forced a small smile onto your face "The floor is sticky. That’s why I looked so distraught." - "Thank god, I thought you decided you hated my face now."

"Jolly, you have long blown out hair and tattoos, if anything I would say I saw my fucking guardian angel." you joke and hug your friend from the said, who couldn’t help but gift you with the biggest smile you seen from him all week.

Right after you let go of Jolly, you heard steps behind you and were shortly met with Nick and Noah joining you in the kitchen.

"Good thing you took care of Y/N last night." Jolly spoke and making Noah and you stop in your tracks, while Nick just looked confused.

"Uh… Yeah… Thanks for taking care of me… Because you know… I threw up." You stumble not even daring to look your brother and his best friend in the eyes. "Oh right, yeah. She was totally wasted. She wasn’t even able to form clear sentences while we watched Spirited Away."

You immediately covered your cheeks since you noticed they were getting pretty warm while he grinned at you mischievously. He wasn’t wrong about you not being able to form clear sentences but for other reasons than Nick and Jolly thought.

"You really threw up? Holy! I always thought you could tolerate more alcohol than me, (Y/N/N)." - "Maybe, but yesterday was way different… Believe me."

You gave your brother an apologetic smile before quickly glancing at Noah who smirked a little while taking a sip from his water bottle. If he wouldn't have been so fucking pretty while doing that you would have slapped him in the face.

After Folio and Bryan had also found their way downstairs you began to clean the house.

About two hours later you all found yourselves laying on the couch while One Piece was playing in the background but no one seemed to pay closer attention to it since everyone still dealt with the hangover from yesterday running through their systems.

You were scrolling through Instagram when you let your mind wonder. You looked to your right and your gaze instantly landed on Noah. The last two hours everything seemed normal. You chatted as normal, he even helped you again to put the 'Happy Birthday' sign down. It seemed like nothing had ever happened between you and you didn't know if you liked that or not.

For you, even thinking about yesterday made you blush and you started to feel that weird feeling in your stomach but it seemed like Noah wasn't even bothered in the slightest by his previous actions.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Folio threw a pillow into your face. "What?" you asked aggressively, throwing the pillow back to him, while the others chuckled. "What were you thinking about, Y/N?" Jolly asked teasingly but you just rolled your eyes. "What do you want, Folio?" - "I was asking if you wanted Pizza or Chinese Take Out for dinner?" Noah would be nice. You cleared your throat. "Fried Rice sounds really nice actually."

After the food was ordered, Nick threw a blanket over your lap, being the caring big brother he was. Before you could even process what was happening, Noah was also slipping under the blanket your brother just gave you.

"Would you all be down to do a small second celebration for Nick since we all got split up so bad yesterday?" Jolly asked and not even an hour later you were all sitting in a circle around the couch table and were playing stupid party games while eating your food.

"Oh! I know something. Never have I ever sent a dirty text to the wrong number." Folio stated and your brother and Bryan drank a sip from their beers. "Two each other?" Noah joked and everyone laughed at that. "That would have been intentional." Bryan smirked and winked at your brother who blew him a kiss before they laughed again.

"Never have I ever had dirty thoughts about a friend." Noah, Bryan, Jolly and you drank a sip. You could nearly feel Noah's gaze burn into you but you decided to not return it to avoid any suspicion.

"Never have I ever dumped someone over text." Noah and Nick drank a sip. "They learned that from each other" you joked and made the others chuckle a little.

"Never have I ever kissed or hooked up with a friends sibling or a siblings friend." Nick said and looked into the round. You also let your gaze wander over the others, but no one raised their drink to their lips except Noah and you.

Bryan howled teasingly while Jolly pointed at you two while smirking. You realised how your cheeks grew a lot hotter but before Noah or you could say anything, Folio came to your rescue without even knowing it. "Come on, guys. Everyone and their mothers know that Noah and Y/N were making out at that one party when they were seventeen. You know... They were drunk as hell, I think Davis was even filming it and even Nick knows that." Your brother began to nod. "I mean, it wasn’t the nicest thing to be woken up with Davis showing his phone under my nose but…" He chuckled awkwardly.

Meanwhile you took a deep breath and looked at Noah who smirked knowingly. Yes, you made out at that party but no one til this day knew that this was the day you lost your virginity to your brother’s best friend. Also no one knew that this little thing didn’t seem to be a one time thing.

Jolly seeing how nervous you got just went on with asking questions. Your mind still wandered through events happening almost ten years ago when you noticed a hand coming to rest on your thigh and than slighty squeezing it. You immediately tensed up and looked almost unnoticeable to your right. Noah wasn't even looking at you, seemingly paying close attention to the conversation your friends were having.

Slowly but surely his hand made its way up your thigh while drawing small circles on it. Were you hallucinating?

You took a big sip out of your beer when his hand landed on your clothed core and he suddenly started massaging you threw your panties. You immediately placed your beer bottle on the table before pulling the blanket closer to you and looking at Noah. His gaze was still on his friends and nothing on his face made it even slightly clear that he was almost fingering you under the blanket.

What was this supposed to become? Something made you mad about this. You knew this was wrong. You knew you needed to talk this out before anyone would get hurt. And than suddenly an idea popped into your head. If he wanted to play games, you sure as hell could take part in it.

Your hand started wandering as well and landed on his left thigh. Even though he tried his best not to look nervous, him suddenly biting his lip gave it right away.

The other boys were still full on discussing something about a video game when your hand landed right between his legs. He took a deep breath which made you grin while you slightly stroked him through his sweatpants.

His movements on you came to a hold, him being too surprised by your action and trying to contain himself, when your hand slipped through the waistband of his pants.

You gave him only a few strokes before he cleared this throat and started to shift, making you remove your hand from him. Guilt crept up your neck when Noah excused himself from the group, saying he was tired.

You looked at him while he stood up and adjusted his clothes. You shot him an apologetic glance when he started walking towards the stairs but you weren’t met with the emotion you thought you would.

Noah signaled you to come after him.

Does that mean-…? Does he want to-…?

Approximately five minutes after Noah you also wished the boys a good night before making your way upstairs and firstly going into the bathroom. You looked at yourself through the mirror and started to think about what was going to happen when you would enter Noah's bedroom.

You weren’t able to form a single straight thought in your head so you just splashed a few drops of water on your face in an attempt to cool you down at least a little before quietly making your way to Noah's room.

You again paused while looking at the door, feeling your heart race so fast you weren’t quite sure if you just had a heart attack. Your mouth went dry when you quietly knocked on the door.

Everything seemed to go a bit slower when you heard him shuffle and than open the door for you, staring directly into your eyes. You didn't even know what to say when you made your way into his room and you definitely didn't know how to go back from this when he closed the door and you slightly pushed him against it.

"What are we doing?" Noah asked quietly while bringing his hands up to your face while your arms wrapped around his torso. "I don't know, Noah. You tell me" You whisper, goose bumps forming on your arms when you noticed you could feel his breath on your face.

"Fuck... I just can't stop." he whispered before kissing you hard. A slight moan escaped your mouth.

Without thinking twice you worked your way to get him out of his pants, before he helped you out of your shirt. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and walked to his bed, while you kissed, your tongues fighting for dominance.

You signaled him to lay down to which he obeyed before he pulled you with him, but you swore to yourself that this time was payback. You helped him out of his shirt, before instantly attacking his neck with kisses. His hands found their way to your hair while he quietly whimpered under you.

"You don't even know what you do to me, Y/N." Noah almost cried out while you kissed your way down to his waistband.

"Than tell me." you demanded while slowly pulling his underwear down to expose his cock. You heard him quietly swear while grabbing the sheets under him. For a moment you were surprised you had this effect on him, before you continued your mission.

"Tell me, Noah." you whisper while taking him in your hand. "Tell me what I do to you." You pressed a kiss to his tip, causing him to buckle his hips up.

"Every time I see you, I want you all to myself." he let out under his breath before you took him into your mouth. "I just can't stop thinking about you."

If you didn't know any better, you would say butterflies filled your stomach because of his statement. You took him as deep as you can while his hips started to move in your favor. One of his hands tangled in your hair and the mix of him quietly cursing out your name and holding you in place while you pleassured him sparked a fire in your core.

"Fuck, Y/N." he curses, careful not to be to loud, "I'm so fucking close..." A moan escaped his mouth and he cupped your cheek with his other hand while you were going up and down his shaft in a steady tempo. "Can I-... Can I cum in your mouth?"

Almost moaning at his request, you nodded and hummed around him. When Noah released into your mouth with a groan it sent shivers down your spine. He slightly twitched as you worked him through his high, hands letting go of your face before pulling you up to his face while you swallow.

"I-..." He started but than there was a knock on the door that let you both freeze in your place.

With widened eyes you stared at each other before you heard the voice of non other than your brother at the other side of the door. "Noah, are you still awake? Can I come in?"

Before you could even think you rolled yourself off of and under this bed, while he dressed himself as fast as he could. "One second." He almost cried out before stumbling to the door and throwing your shirt under the bed in the process, that you quickly pull to yourself before holding your breath.

You felt like you were a fucking teenager hiding from the parents of your person of interest in an attempt to not get embarrassed.

So when Nick came into Noah's room, wanting to talk about something tour related you couldn't help but feel like this all was just some confusing fucking dream.

READ PART 3 HERE

[curlyjohnlock]

Hi,

I'm new to this. I'm genuinely curious how johnlock fandom happened. I watched sherlock and didn't notice any chemistry between them. I'm just trying to understand. And how do you feel about Ben and Martin not liking each other in real life? Thanks.

Hello anon!

The Johnlock fandom was born long before BBC Sherlock aired. I think there was a speculation about them in the late 1800s but, obviously, talking about homosexuals was out of the question at the time. But the ship took off in 2010, when it all started.

I have met several people in the fandom who told me they didn't notice anything romantic between the two at first viewing, but then they had to change their minds with rewatches.

Now, it must be said that the characters themselves constantly imply that the two of them behave like a couple.

1. Mrs Hudson

From the first moment, in A Study in Pink, she believes that Sherlock has brought his new 'boyfriend' home.

In The Empty Hearse, she can't believe that John is now engaged to a woman.

"So soon after Sherlock?"

"Hmm... well, yes."

"What's his name?"

"It's a woman."

"A wOmAn?!?" and then she laughs. She sounds rather incredulous, perhaps believing he is moking her.

"You really have moved on, haven't you?"

2. Mycroft

Nobody knows Sherlock better than Mycroft. In A Study in Pink, when he meets John for the first time, he says: "Might we expect a happy announcement by the end of the week?" and literally Sherlock and John met the DAY BEFORE! Why would Mycroft bother stalking a poor army doctor if he doesn't believe that Sherlock could be attracted to him? 🤷🏼‍♀️

In The Final Problem, Mycroft already knew that Sherlock would sacrifice him and save John. Sherlock loves John more than Mycroft, AND HE'S HIS OWN BROTHER!

3. Angelo [the restaurant owner in A Study in Pink (although I prefer the one in the Unaired Pilot, better known as the Gay Pilot)].

Angelo has known Sherlock for years, and why would he make Sherlock attractive to John? "Hey, you know this macho guy got me out of prison?" "OH! Wait! I'll get you a phallus candle, that'll be very romantic. 🥰😍😛"

4. Donovan

In The Great Game, when Sherlock finds the abandoned car, Donovan says to John: "I see you're still hanging around him. Opposites attract, I suppose."

This one may not be the best example, but it's worth including.

5. Irene Adler

My God that woman. She's in love with Sherlock, and that's fine. Who wouldn't fall in love with Sherlock or his brain? But she also knows that Sherlock only has his heart set on John. In A Scandal in Belgravia, when they go to her house, she immediately says to Sherlock: "And somebody loves you. If I had to punch that face, I'd avoid your nose and teeth too."

Then, when John goes to Battersea and meets her, she asks: "Are you jealous?"

"We're not a couple."

"Yes, you are."

Again, she met them for literally 3 minutes and immediately realised it!

6. Mary

Mary should hate Sherlock to death (and I'm still convinced that she never liked Sherlock).

What was that proverb again? Respect the owner's dog for your own sake. It means: like the dog to please the owner. Or something like that.

In this case, the owner is John and the dog is Sherlock. It's obvious that at a certain point Mary starts shipping them, almost as if she doesn't really care about John.

7. Magnussen

In His Last Vow, Magnussen meets Sherlock and John for a few minutes, and immediately tells them: "You two are sooo domesticated." Later in the episode, he tells Sherlock that John is "your damsell in distress."

I hope this was exhaustive from Johnlock's point of view! Maybe try looking at it from another point of view and rewatch the whole serie. At that point, if you're still not convinced, it's okay, anon, we don't bite!

Moving on to Benedict and Martin... we all know that Martin has a particular character and that he has trouble getting along with literally anyone, but I don't believe the newspapers. They are journalists, they HAVE to cause a SCANDAL!! Otherwise no one would read them. They take sentences from a completely different context and pass them off as true. Take for example when it was said that Benedict had called Martin 'pathetic.'

There is a video of this interview. The presenter asked Benedict to drink tea the way Martin drinks it, Benedict imitates him and then says 'pathetic', but it is not strictly intended to refer to Martin.

I know for a fact that Martin took it out on Benedict when he got married to Sophie Hunter, just because he didn't invite Martin to his wedding. On the same day, Amanda reported Martin's tantrums on twitter!!! 🤣🤣

Anyway! Even if the rumors were true, it doesn't matter. It's their problem, not ours.

Yes, it may upset us as fans, but these two are real people in the real life.

I'll conclude with this. If you have any other questions, feel free to contact me again! And anyone is welcome to comment on this or ask me anything. 👋🏻

[pablitogavii]

WRITE A PART 2 FOR THE BABYSITTER ONE YOU ARE SO TALENTED AND SUCH A GOOD WRITER OMG

Some people don't feel comfortable reading this, so I advise you not to read it. I understand reader is underage but this is WORK OF FICTION.

Her Babysitter 2

You've been texting with Pablo ever day since the night you shared together. He would occasionally sneak into your room after his training to give you a few kisses before tucking you in bed.

"Aren't you the best babysitter in the world, Sr. Gavira" you teased him wanting desperately to feel that same pleasure he gave you that night.

"Behave preciosa! You know we can't do that here" he reminded you and despite whining, you would always listen to him hoping soon he will make you his again.

After two weeks of your secret dating, Pablo came home only to see your mother standing at the front door. He walked up greeting ehr kindly but could immediately tell something was not alright.

"We need to talk about Y/n, Pablo" she said making the boy gulp and invite her inside. He made her some coffee before sitting on the sofa across from her.

"I know about you two, and I came to tell you to end it." she said and Pablo felt his heart tightening at the thought of having to let you go..you were all his and he couldn't imagine losing you.

"But you don't understand..I.." Pablo tried to explain hat he was serious about you and that he cared deeply for you but your mother wouldn't let him.

"No, you don't understand! Y/n is a good girl and she doesn't need you to scar her for life! I know the lifestyle you have Pablo, I see you bringing different girl home every night and all those women that constantly chase you! My daughter is not one of your adventures!" she said standing up and Pablo did as well.

He knew that the woman had a point, he was a bit of a playboy and you deserved better man than that. He let himself fall in love with you that it might have blinded him but he doesn't want to ruin your life.

"I'm sorry.." Pablo said to the woman who picked her bag and walked to the front door.

"Just end it!" she said before leaving and Pablo sighed running his hand through his sweaty hair while walking back to his room and laying face down on the bed.

What the hell do I do!? he thought to himself when his phone beeped and your name decorated his screen. He found himself smiling despite everything.

preciosa💕: wanna come over? my parents are not home😊

Bless her little heart, she was indeed so precious and there was nothing more Pablo wanted than to have her in his arms right now. But he knew he couldn't so he texted coldly even though his heart was aching.

pablitoo: busy.

Days passed like this with you hopefully trying to see him and Pablo shutting you down each time absolutely hating himself for it. You no longer went to bed happy after receiving his kisses but with cheeks wet from tears and a throbbing headache form constant crying.

You've had enough so you went to his house grabbing the secret key and waiting for him to come from his training. Was this crazy?? Probably, but you couldn't handle him avoiding you any longer.

When he came in he was shocked to see you there. Internally he was happy taking a moment to observe every inch of you but your mom's words echoed in his ear.

"What are you doing here?" he said like it was nothing putting his bag on the floor and you walked to him snaking your arms around his neck. It was such a torture for Pablo not to snake his arms around your waist in response and to crash his lips against yours.

"Why are you avoiding me??" you ask confused that he just stood there coldly. What the hell is going on?? Why was he so cold all of the sudden!?

"Am not" he said about to walk away but you you wouldn't let him kissing his lips expecting him to kiss you back like always but he didn't so you whined.

"Stooop teasing me! I missed you so much!!" you say thinking it's just him messing with you but when he didn't change his demeanor you started to worry for real.

"You're so annoying! I already fucked you and that's all I've wanted" Pablo said it feeling his own heart break at his words especially when he saw the look on your face afterwards. He needed to make you hate him, because he couldn't handle having you around and act against his feelings.

"P..Pablo.." you voice was broken as you moved back from him a little letting tears fall down your cheeks at the thought that all of it was fake. You didn't believe him knowing this is not who he was and something definitely happened to make him say that.

Pablo felt like the biggest asshole in the world hating himself for ever be the reason for your tears. Nothing ever hurt him like seeing you cry because of him.

"Don't cry preciosa..I'm not for you. You need someone who wants to love you and all I want is to fuck you" he spoke walking closer and drying your tears as you gulped and looked into his eyes knowing now that he was lying. It was obvious to both of you so you did all you could to force him to speak the truth.

Your legs hit his bed as you laid back and pulled him on top of you which took his by surprise.

"Fine then..just do it then..prove it you're not lying and fuck me with no emotion!" you say while he held himself over you staring into your eyes in disbelief.

"What's the problem Pablo!? Fuck me and then toss me out of your house like you do with other girls!" you yelled into his face and he shut you up with a kiss while holding your face with his veiny hands.

"I can't, alright!? Not with you..I..can't.." he whispered resting his forehead against your while tears fell down his own cheeks and you dried them this time.

“Just tell me what is going on please??” You say caressing his face while more tears collected in his eyes breaking your heart.

“Your mom asked me to leave you alone..to end this” he said noticing the way that made you angry. How dare she get involved in your private life like that!!? It wasn’t her choice who you decide to love!

“I knew you love me…just as much as I love you” you said smiling about to pull him down for a kiss but he got off you making you sit up as well.

“I do. I love you so much it hurts but your mom is right preciosa. I don’t deserve you and my life will only ruin yours..” he spoke but you wouldn’t hear any more asking him through sobs to just shut up.

“I can’t believe you’re saying she’s right!” You said angrily thinking that he was giving up on you way too easily.

“I mean I am older than you..and my life is complicated” he said and you pushed his hand away when he tried to touch your hair and tuck it behind your ear.

“I don’t care about that! I want you! Only you! And you’re just giving up on me so easily! Fine then!” You said angrily moving to straddle his lap and unlike before his hands did grab your hips.

“If she’s right then you wouldn’t care if someone else fucked me, right?? And touched all the spots you did…and left marks all over my skin…marking me as his??” You whispered the last part into Pablo’s ear licking it afterwards and he groaned feeling himself getting harder underneath you. His hand wandered from your face to your neck as he held tightly.

"Basta!" he growled pulling you closer by his other arm and you rubbed yourself against him while biting your bottom lip.

"Hmm mala..what am I going to do with you??" he smirked seeing you giggle and start to kiss his neck leaving marks all over his skin. He would always get annoyed when girls wanted to do this making him have to explain it to paparazzi later but right now he didn't give single shit.

"Just..don't let me go..mmm p..papi" you moaned into his ear and after hearing you say that his pants became too tight and he flipped you over laying you down on the bed and hovering above you.

"Don't you ever say something like that again! You're mine! Only mine!" he growled ripping your dress of your body before feverishly kissing your skin making your mind cloudy and your heart hit hard against your chest.

"I'm sorry...p..please..I want you to make me yours" you begged having enough of teasing for past few weeks and he smirked nodding his head and kissing your lips while removing the rest of your clothes off and reaching to the cupboard for a box of condoms.

"Say that again preciosa.." Gavi groaned teasing your entrance while your face turned red looking into his eyes and feeling his strong arms on either side of your head.

"Make.me..yours" you whisper looking straight into his eyes and you both knew this was what you both wanted in this moment.

[al3zthecat-blog]

I've seen takes about Shang Quinghua pressing the Return Home button (either on purpose or by accident) and I've also read takes where the System for some reason (a glitch or a new mission) sends both SY and SQH to the modern world. And they are great BUT.....

What if SQH pressed the Return Home option (I'm thinking on purpose, but you do you) and the System sent both back home.

Let's say that the System didn't give SY that option because he isn't user number 1 and it was up to user number 1 to make this choice. Only, because the System is such an asshole it conveniently disregarded to tell either SY or SQH this.

So SQH not knowing his choice would also affect SY (otherwise he would definitely use this to get SQQ to do as he says, like getting LBH to give him the best food 😂) decides that he will take his chances on the real world. I'm thinking that he does this in part because the System actually answered when he would wake up and told him that in the real world no time has happened or that he would go back before he spilled his ramen and electrocuted himself. The other part could be that he just panicked upon seeing LGY. Or maybe he never saw LGY and was able to explore and sightsee some of the wonders of the world he wrote about and decided that this was as good as it would get here, whereas now that he lived in a cultivation setting he had so much fucking material. He could even write the danmei version of PIDW thanks to Cucumber bro!

So he activates the return home function and proceeds to write SVSSS, only he changes the name of Peerless Cucumber to another dick joke to avoid getting sued, you know, just in case.

For his part SQQ/SY hears the System saying "Activating Return Home sequence in 3, 2, 1" and he proceeds to freak out, except of course he doesn't have time to properly freak out and/or say anything before everything goes black.

SY wakes up in the hospital, his sister found him passed out and proceed to call 110/120*. Because this is SY and he no longer can hear the System he proceeds to go in denial/repression. "Ah... It was all a dream of course" (and to be fair, this would be more of a normal reaction than how he immediately accepted he had transmigrated 😂).

Until some weeks/months/days!? (Knowing Airplane it was probably days) later, Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky starts publishing an spin off/AU of PIDW named SVSSS.

Meanwhile back on SVSSS world either (and because I love SJ and he deserves a happy ending and because YQY also deserves a happy ending and I want these two to reconcile 😭 and what are fanfics for if not to write happy endings for everyone!?!):

SQQ'S body goes into a Qi deviation and SJ wakes up (resuscitates? I'm thinking the System grabbed his soul while he was deviating and put it into storage so SY's soul could occupy the body). Obviously SJ proceeds to FREAK OUT and runs away to CQM sect.

SQQ'S body just stops working. One moment he is breathing and the next he is dead. Somewhere out there SJ wakes up in a plant body (at some point SQH tried to bring back his favorite scum villain and gifted YQY a mushroom plant body with some precise instructions to care for it without telling YQY exactly what the plant was, because he believed if someone could bring back SJ it would be his soulmate YQY, but in case he was wrong better not tell YQY why or what the plant he gifted him was for)

SQQ'S body basically becomes brain dead. Technically alive, but since there is no soul inside the body it is as good as dead (SJ comes back with a healthy plant body and reconciles with YQY in CQM)

In any of these scenarios LBH will freak out, obviously, but in the case of scenario 1 he would have no reason but to think that this like the first time SQQ lost his memories, only now he recuperated many of them and lost the ones that involve LBH. So I guess the best option for a BingYuan reunion would be to go for 2 or 3 because LBH would be looking for SQQ|SY soul not SQQ|SJ (who is alive and safe in CQM sect) but I don't really care for this pairing soooo 🤷🏻‍♀️

Upon crawling out of the earth, SJ encounters YQY who immediately knows that this is Xiao Jiu, he would have the confirmation of what he already knew, that the other SQQ was not SJ. He still has no explanation to what happened or how SQH was able to return SJ to him, but he is glad and thankful to SQH.

SQH who has disappeared. Literally, his body did a Thanos snap and became dust or simply glitched out. Because SQH was never from this world. He was born in this world and given the role of SQH but his body is technically not the one of the original but supplanted it. Similar to a changeling only it was the System and he did this from the womb.

I don't know how it would go from here, kind of a dealers choice, if you want Moshang and BingYuan(?) HEA or if CumPlane HEA in the modern world. Or happy ending for Airplane who now can dedicate time to write whatever he wants because he already has SVSSS written thanks to the System and while that sells he can concentrate in writing other things.

[valle-de-sombra-de-muerte]

Homestuck Reread: Act 5-1, Part 2/5 (p. 2100-2235)

Read the previous post here.

Work was really rough for me last week so I didn't get a chance to write this. But here we are with the second part of this Act readthrough. It starts with a character I've had inconsistent opinions about during my time in the fandom.

I used to really hate Tavros when I was first in the fandom. Over time, I realized that my ire was directed more toward a certain fanon breed of Tavros: The simpering pacifist with love in his heart for all living creatures, who is a victim of misfortune and needs to be coddled (preferably by Gamzee).

I like the canon Tavros better. He's more like an awkward, avoidant weenie who isn't so much kind as he is too much of a spineless dork to fight back against the abuse hurled his way. He is quite explicit whenever he doesn't like someone or if he's uncomfortable, but he never does anything about the situation beyond that.

Tavros is also Hussie's dedicated buttmonkey, it seems. Prior to this point, all we really knew about him was that he was a bit of a try-hard who liked to rap and was really socially awkward. Now we see that he is wheelchair-bound and also really likes fairies and Pokemon. For a 30 year old man in the early 2010s, fairies and Pokemon would be patently uncool (and also "gay," to use the parlance of the time). Hussie wants us all to know right away that Tavros is lame (literally and figuratively) and gay (colloquially). Point and laugh at him!

I like the implication that Tavros actually breeds and raises all the Fiduspawn creatures he spawns.

Everything about Tavros's life is tragic. Hussie wanted to make a pathetic character who's the butt of every joke and whose existence is near-constant torment.

I suppose that building in the back could be a stable to house Horsaroni and the other Fiduspawn creatures, even though it's never stated. This is the last time his affinity for animal husbandry will ever be alluded to. You'd think Hussie would've included some crack about how being paralyzed makes it difficult to clean up their shit or something. Cue Tavros slipping and sliding face first into some manure...

Like Karkat, Tavros also wants to join the military to avoid being culled. It's surprising to see him have an actual goal to aspire to, considering how his character is mostly listless and focuses on escapism and avoidance. Perhaps he wants to be a cavalreaper not because of any higher ambition, but only because he thinks it'll save him from an early death.

Considering how it's never really mentioned at all after this point, I'm willing to believe it.

It is pretty funny how Tavros just lets Vriska prattle on. He gives her nothing to work with but she runs her mouth anyway. She's also really just ranting about Kanaya instead of anything about Tavros. He's a good captive audience for her to ramble at because he won't leave even though he stated at the start that he doesn't want to talk to her.

Couple of things to note: Kanaya giving Tavros some lame advice about anthropomorphizing his self-esteem is very on-brand for her. One thing about Kanaya that nobody seems to cotton onto is that while she loves to give advice and try to be helpful, she isn't all too good at it.

Another thing is Vriska immediately getting angry at "Rufio" for apparently attempting to stop her from talking to Tavros. That's a fun detail.

Gamzee and Kanaya are the only trolls so far to show kindness to Tavros. Which isn't saying much because Gamzee talks to Tavros in the same way he talks to everyone else. It's not like he's showing him any preferential treatment.

Note how Gamzee has slime on his face, so he had just eaten a pie and is totally stoned. It would explain why he seems much more out of it in this conversation than he was with Karkat or Terezi earlier, especially in the beginning since all he really does is laugh and honk instead of responding to Tavros in a coherent way. He then proceeds to relay all the information about the game to Tavros (pointless recap of shit we already know about), and the log ends with the two of them preparing to rap. In all this is a pretty worthless log and doesn't even offer much entertainment. And I say that as someone who generally likes pre-Murderstuck Gamzee.

I cannot believe this single conversation is what inspired so much generic slash art between these two. Homestuck fandom in 2010 was wild, man...

Aradia... exists. Her Ouija modus is a good representation of her character: a instrument of the plot/outside forces with little to no agency of her own. She spends a good chunk of the story as a deadpan plot device facilitating the whims of Sgrub and not much else.

Aradia is a frustrating character to discuss. There are at least four different versions of her depending on her status as alive or dead, and not once do we really get a chance to know the "true" Aradia. She really does serve as the "Jade" of the troll session, but Hussie doesn't even make an attempt at portraying her as endearing.

I wish that Aradia, not Terezi, was built up as Vriska's biggest rival. Aradia is the competent psychic who doesn't respond to taunts, doesn't care about winning, focuses on events yet to come, and generally has her shit in order. Compare that to Vriska, who cannot control Aradia, is hyper-competitive and escalates things constantly, always holds grudges and lives in the past, and switches emotions on a dime depending on what benefits her. They were already rivals in the past and while Aradia has long moved on, Vriska is dredging up the drama once more in a feeble attempt to try and "make amends" with her. The true motives of this are both to gain a position of power in the Blue Team, and also to soothe her own bruised ego and make her feel better about herself.

Her lame attempts to schmooze and flatter Aradia, trying to be on the same team as her, is in a subconscious way done to make sure that she isn't put against her. She knows Aradia is the stronger psychic and the better player, although she'd never admit it. If she can't beat Aradia, she'll do whatever she can to weasel into her good graces and try to steal credit for Aradia's achievements as the Blue Team leader.

Aradia of course, views the whole thing as childish and doesn't humor her at all. As she says herself, Vriska "never listens". These two are the perfect dynamic of cold and hot and I wish this was focused on more. Vriska should've been way more jealous of Aradia's abilities, seething about her and trying to one-up her. And the whole time Aradia doesn't take her seriously, which would only serve to piss her off further.

Time to talk about Nepeta, the troll that nobody seems to understand.

Nepeta is a lot of things. She's a personification of 2000s chatroom and forum-based RP culture, more specifically within the furry fandom. Not only does she roleplay as an animal on the internet, she also lives a very feral lifestyle. She lives in the woods, away from civilization, hunts and eats whatever animal she comes across, and uses their blood and pelts for arts and crafts. She's silly and naive, but also a capable hunter and quite perceptive, if socially immature.

Also, in regards to her moirallegiance with Equius, Nepeta appears to be obligated to stick with him for no real reason other than "someone has to keep him pacified." It's like a burden that she's saddled with; she's the only one that can put up with this dude that literally nobody else likes. While noble of her, it ends up being overall detrimental considering what a massive power imbalance they have. (Just read this post where I go into this in more detail. This post is long enough already).

People either want to characterize her as a ridiculous anime catgirl (which isn't even accurate to the subculture she's meant to parody; think less catgirl and more lolcats), or a bloodlusted killing machine. And both interpretations more often than not reduce her to a useless background character whose defining characteristic is her moirallegiance to Equius. I spit on all of that.

Nepeta's main trait is isolation (both physically and socially) and her difficulty expressing her desires. She leads a simple, primitive lifestyle away from civilization, which also impacts the way she is able to connect with others. Roleplay is the main way she expresses herself, and she has difficulty doing so when forced to drop the silly facade. She has a lot of wants (her crush on Karkat, her desire to be independent of Equius's control) that she is too awkward or timid to properly convey. Everyone around her almost always regards her as some kind of joke (Terezi roleplaying with her "facetiously", Karkat calling her autistic and trying to avoid her because of her feelings toward him, Equius's intensely infantilizating attitude toward her, Eridan not even remembering her name, etc.) which definitely hinders her ability to make others treat her with respect.

Oh wait, I forgot. Hussie himself calls her a joke character. Stupid me for getting invested in Nepeta, I guess.

"KARKAT THINKS ABOUT THAT A BIT AND HIS JAW DROPS OPEN AND BREAKS A HUGE COLUMN OF BRICKS LIKE A FUCKING KUNG FU MASTER" might be my favorite Karkat quote.

Equius is the one troll Karkat actively seems to dislike. This is the guy who is buddies with Eridan of all trolls, yet Equius is where he draws the line. Not even Vriska is a "bigger asshole" than Karkat. Nope, that's Equius, baby.

You know, it should be a little concerning that Karkat, the troll who lives and breathes troll romance in all its forms, is disgusted and dumbfounded by Equius and Nepeta's relationship. Especially since it's so often heralded as the "perfect" moirallegiance. Speaking of which...

This is very notable as being one of the few explicitly anti-hemospectrum statements said by a troll. A few trolls like Karkat, Aradia, and Sollux will grumble about their position in society and the way the higher castes behave, but ultimately accept the hemospectrum as an immutable facet of society.

Nepeta goes a step further than that and straight up says that caste separation shouldn't exist. Nepeta. The troll everyone writes off as being an infantile moron. Maybe it's these radical sentiments that cause Equius to keep her on such a tight leash.

As for Equius's response, am I the only one reading this!?!?!? What an incredible asshole. These two are the same age, yet he's talking to her like she's a child who needs guidance solely because she's of a lower blood caste.

Does he even like Nepeta? His supposed fondness for her is incredibly patronizing. It's like he only keeps her around because she provides him a service of calming him down and for no other reason. Other than that, she's only "ok, but not great".

Nepeta hunts and kills massive animals on a regular basis. She is not "delicate" in a physical sense. Equius is saying that she is "delicate" as in impressionable and at risk of being "corrupted" by her lower blooded friends. That's all Equius cares about: her moral standing.

Equius knows full well that Nepeta would never fight back against him, since she takes her obligation to pacify him very seriously. He exploits her goodwill to make her do whatever he wants. Why is this being paraded as the most wholesome ship in the fandom again???

I feel like it's this log that has forever damaged fandom's perception about Equius and Nepeta. Tavros suggests that Equius prohibiting Nepeta from playing FLARP was a positive because she possibly could've been maimed or killed otherwise. But it's not like Equius ever gave a shit about the danger involved at all. His biggest objection against Nepeta playing these games was because she'd be playing with lowbloods, not because he was afraid she'd get hurt. The ends don't justify the means. He's still barring her from interacting with her friends for shitty reasons.

Anyway, Tavros sucks here. He suggests Nepeta just go with the flow in her terrible relationship because he himself is so painfully passive that he'd never consider rocking the boat, even if it means standing up to someone who wrongs him regularly. Don't listen to Tavros, people.

I think I really need to have a serious talk about Vriska and Karkat's dynamic because I never see anyone talk about them. Their back and forth is hilarious just because of how similar they are to each other. Both have extreme delusions of grandeur that mask massive insecurities and paranoias (Karkat's "curse" vs. Vriska's "bad luck"). They also have aspirations of being the leader of all their friends, which leads to their egos butting heads with each other.

Vriska acts smarmy and disarming while Karkat vehemently shuts her down. Karkat sees through her manipulative tactics and doesn't want to give her any angle to work with at all. Vriska meanwhile sees right through Karkat's bravado and likes to toy with him and rile him up. (Something something... I wonder what other dynamic between a Knight and Light player is kinda similar to this where they see through the other's bullshit so transparently?)

Also jeez Karkat counting out the question marks is adorable and hilarious.

I love how Karkat boasts about what a competent opponent he'll be followed up by him telling Vriska not to use her mind powers. Right, that's kind of a major advantage she has.

Rolling my eyes at Karkat hyping up Terezi as this master tactician. "Ooh Vriska is jealous of her because Terezi is so good at manipulation." Why does the story keep talking about how cunning Terezi without ever showing us her abilities? Am I seriously supposed to think she's this Machiavellian mastermind because she tricked John Egbert of all people? Get real!

This is what I mean when I say that Aradia is the one Vriska should have seething jealousy over. Why should Vriska be jealous of Terezi at all?

Between Karkat, Tavros, and John, it's very safe to say Vriska's type is primarily soft boys.

Vriska, above all else, is an egomaniac. She, like Karkat, wants to be the best at everything. She wants to be in charge, to dictate the fates of those she views as weaker. She exercises this desire most often in FLARP, where she's essentially the most dominant player. She even likes to dabble in "dark prognostication" so she can foresee future events and stay ahead of those who wish to undermine her. This might have something to do with how her life is otherwise dominated by her needy lusus. She requires an outlet to exert control over others.

She's childish and cannot handle when she's losing or when bad things happen to her as a result of her own poor decision making. She breaks her magic 8 balls when they don't give her the result she wants, she lashes out at people when she fails to manipulate them, and she melts down when things in her life aren't going the way she wants them to. "Overdramatic" is an understatement when talking about Vriska. Everything about her is always turned up to 11.

She's also a master at avoiding responsibility for her actions. Any negative repercussions are deemed "bad luck", as if she's a victim of forces beyond her control. She'll even double down on this and claim that all her broken 8 balls are responsible for adding to this bad luck. She's a victim of a self-destructive mindset.

Also note how she's an "apocalypse buff" and Karkat dreams about programming the perfect doomsday virus. Yet another trait they share. Just saying.

Oh wait never mind all that. Uhh... "Vriska did nothing wrong!" There I said le funny meme. The only person who should honestly believe that is Vriska herself.

Vriska's such a goofball. She's so proud of her dumb little OC.

(Oh my god this was annoying to format. Fuck you Scratch and your white text.)

Very cute how she reuses Karkat's opening line against Scratch. And it turns out that she also reused the same login trick on Karkat that Scratch had done to her previously. Vriska is quick to call people out whenever she finds their actions to be unconscionable, but she'll readily excuse herself whenever she's guilty of doing the same thing. "It's okay when Vriska does it!"

She gets incredibly irritated when Scratch keeps talking about how he took advantage of her because she does not want to lose. She doesn't want anyone to have a position of power over her. It's a major way to make her uncomfortable (hence why she starts putting 8s in random letters very early on in this log).

I love it when Vriska says "can it". Also whenever she says "man" as a general expression of annoyance or amazement.

Kanaya loves dangerous women, but has no idea how to handle them. She wants to gently guide Vriska toward a more positive path, but Vriska resists any attempt at being controlled. Honestly, kind of fair considering that Kanaya is really only feigning to be Vriska's moirail so she can try and slide into her flushed quadrant. Kind of like what Eridan does with Feferi. But you're not ready for that conversation.

Uh, Vriska? Feferi's right there. And her lusus is much higher maintenance because if she doesn't get fed, everyone dies.

Not that I don't think Vriska wouldn't downplay Fef's struggles anyway.

And again, Eridan has significantly more irons in the fire since he's essentially in charge of keeping everyone on the planet alive.

Not like Vriska would care, though.

Equius might be one of the most viscerally repulsive and morally repugnant characters in the whole comic, but god dammit he just might be the most hilarious. To his credit, Hussie managed to craft the perfect buffoon by successfully capturing the essence of a specific kind of racist, perverted, online creepazoid and distilling it into a sweaty teenager who loves milk, horses, and being STRONG.

Making Equius fixated with grotesque furry art while calling it high art is a great parody of how fascists are obsessed with this grand idea of European exceptionalism when it comes to art and culture. It comes off as creepy and perverse (it also helps that many of these people are also addicted to hardcore pornography). If Homestuck was written today, Equius would probably be a very unsubtle parody of those people with a statue avatar and blabbing about how the West needs to "RETVRN" to past glories.

I'm kind of glad that's not the case because that'd be too on the nose. He's nasty enough as is.

Most trolls have to behave like "a sort of zookeeper" when interacting with their lusii, but Aurthour actually serves and cares for Equius. This does not stop Equius from referring to Aurthour as a "craven excuse for a custodian" or from mocking him when he gets injured (injuries caused by Equius himself, mind you).

I know it's a popular headcanon to depict Equius as this rippling, muscular bodybuilder, but I think it's more fitting to make him into this lanky guy who just happens to be freakishly strong. Muscular physiques are too aesthetically pleasing. It runs contrast to Equius's otherwise unappealing physical features. His widow's peak, his long unstyled hair, his broken teeth, his goofy ass legwarmers and shorts, the fact that he's constantly sweating... you get the idea.

He talks to Gamzee every day? Bro really wants to get his rocks off.

Equius won't roleplay over text with Nepeta, but he will pressure Gamzee into participating in his kinky dom/sub fantasy.

Equius structures all his social dynamics entirely around their position on the hemospectrum in relation to his own. There is no e%ception, he's incredibly infle%ible about this. From the way he browbeats Nepeta, to how he's begrudgingly civil to the similarly-classed Vriska, to the way he has to all but force Gamzee to try and dominate him, he is incapable of seeing anyone beyond what color their blood is.

Even later on, he never "overcomes his casteism." The only reason he ever acts subservient or polite to a lower blooded troll is because he view it through the lens of a power play dynamic. He gets a thrill out of "perverting" the class structure and getting "dominated" by those he views as inferior. Because despite his high social status and amazing physical strength, Equius is naturally submissive. It's this contrast that fuels a lot of his inner torment and anger issues.

Yeah he isn't a very dynamic character because at his core, he's a walking sex joke. But in Hussie's defense, it's an incredibly funny joke.

Oh Christ. And to think there was so much art of these two as a legitimate couple.

Equius's obsession with Aradia kind of reads like an openly racist/transphobic guy who secretly likes watching interracial/trans porn. Or perhaps in this specific passage, a guy who thinks he can "fix" a lesbian woman by turning her straight. No matter how you slice it, this just sucks.

Stay tuned for more yapping about trolls in the next post!

Read the next post here.

[joeys-babe]

Someday We’ll Be Together

Chapter 12: Since Lsu

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September 30, 2021

(y/n's pov)

its been..

18 days.

432 hours.

25,920 minutes.

1,555,200 seconds.

since i've talked to joe.

since our kiss.

since we cried on the sidewalk while it rained over top of us.

i had come to the decision to wait 2 weeks before possibly reaching out to joe, but now it had been 2 weeks and 4 days.

i did want to hear what he had to say.. but i was also nervous to hear what he had to say.

it was stupid for me to think the felt the same way, he could have any girl in the world; and there was no way he'd pick me.

over the past couple weeks, i've lost track of what day of the week it even was. i stayed in bed most of the time, busy feeling bad for myself.

gracie and jess had texted me everyday wondering if i had talked to joe yet. i'd tell them no and in they'd give me a pep talk in return.

they really wanted me to talk to joe, but i still had no clue to why.

it was 1 o'clock in the afternoon when my mom came in my room.

"good morning sunshine!" - your mom laughed

"not funny." - you

"i just thought i'd come in and check to see if you were alive." - your mom

"definitely alive, feel a little dead though." - you

"oh you're exaggerating. but.. you need to get up and out of this bed today. you, your father, and i have plans tonight" - your mom

"wait what? what are we doing?" - you

"we're going to the bengals game. joe got us three tickets but robin was the one to walk them over here. she said he didn't want to make you uncomfortable by coming over here." - your mom

"i don't know mom, i might not go. i don't know if i'm ready." - you

"this would be the perfect way for you two to talk, robin said he's going straight home after the game, win or lose. that's when you two can finally talk." - your mom

"i'm scared though." - you

"of what, honey?" - your mom

"what he's going to say." - you

"it's joe, y/n. it's the same boy you used to force to play barbie's with you. i wish you two would realize that you can't live without each other, and just stop fighting." - your mom

"it's hard to mom. it's hard to just see him as my childhood best friend when he's so much more to me." - you

"i understand, just tell me your decision before we leave." - your mom

"i will." - you

my mom gave me a small reassuring smile before disappearing out of my room.

joe hadn't left my mind once since that night at the bar and now i have to decide wether or not to go to his game.

on one hand, it was nice that he wanted to clear things up and the fact he invited me and my parents to his game today really showed he cares about our friendship.

but on the other hand he cared about our friendship.

to him i was nothing more than that, and at times it seemed like the only reason he talked to me still was because of how long we've known each other.

when i went downstairs for breakfast i immediately noticed robin sitting at the island with my mom. i had been avoiding her and jimmy too, only engaging in small conversation from time to time.

"hey honey!" - robin smiled

"oh hi! morning." - you

"you doing okay?" - robin

"uh.. i'm starting to get better, yeah." - you

"i'm really sorry honey, i hate seeing you hurt. especially over my damn son." - robin

"i'm fine, robin. i'll get over it." - you

"there shouldn't be anything you should have to get over! i raised him better than that. i mean has he even tried to explain to you why he did it.. or apologized?" - robin

"he has apologized, and he has tried to explain but i shut him down. he tried texting me, but after 2 days he gave up because i didn't answer. i'm sorry, i just can't talk to him yet." - you

"oh honey don't apologize, he really messed up. i understand you're side of it completely." - robin

i gave her a small smile before grabbing my breakfast and exiting the kitchen. before i got to the first step i turned around and asked robin something.

"hey robin?" - you

"mhm?" - robin

"is joe upset?" - you

"of course, y/n. that following tuesday, after practice joe went to the gym till dark. i had to call him and practically force him to go home. he's coming to a realization that he can't live without you and it's hitting him pretty hard. he won't talk much, to anyone really." - robin

"wow. i didn't know he was actually being affected that much." - you

"he's really upset with himself. he knows he messed up big time and wants to fix it. there have been a couple paragraphs he's showed me that he thought about sending you but i don't know if he ever did." - robin

"if he did i wouldn't know, i blocked him on everything.." - you

"that's your decision and i don't blame you. i wouldn't wanna hear from him either after what he pulled." - robin

"i'm just surprised he told you the truth." - you

"he wanted sound advice on how to fix the whole situation that's why. supposedly today was step one of his plan, you and your parents going to the game." - robin

"despite all of this, i cant but think about how sweet that is." - you

"i told you y/n, he really really cares about you. like a lot." - robin

"thanks for everything." - you said before walking upstairs with your breakfast

*time skip*

it was a few hours later and my parents had just left for the game. i decided to not go because i didn't want my first time seeing joe since the fight to be at such a huge event. both my parents and joe's respected my decision and said their goodbyes before leaving.

now that i was home alone i sat bored on my bed scrolling on my laptop looking for jobs.

i eventually gave up and picked my phone up off my nightstand to scroll through instagram. the first thing i saw was joe warming up and i couldn't help but smile, he looked so good.

when the game started i slipped one of joe's jerseys on and made my way into the living room.

once the game started i found myself zoning out while watching joe. he looked unbelievably good in his uni and it was hard not to watch him intently.

the whole first quarter every time the camera panned to joe he was looking up in the stands. it didn't take me long to figure out that he was looking for me.

(joes pov)

there was 2 minutes left in the first quarter and to my disappointment, y/n wasn't here.

i couldn't blame her, after all the shit i pulled i wouldn't come to the game to support me either.

but, there was a hope deep down that she would be here. the start of the 2nd quarter didn't make me give up either, i sat on the sidelines still staring up at the box my parents and y/n's parents were sitting in.

"joe. she ain't comin." - ja'marr

"you don't know that!" - joe

"i think she'd be here by now if she was going to come." - tee

i shrugged them off and while running onto the field with the rest of my offense i looked up at the box, she still wasn't here and that's when i concluded that she wasn't coming.

(y/n's pov)

i finished getting ready with 5 minutes in the 2nd quarter to spare. when i stood in front of my mirror i took in my appearance. i was wearing a  black long sleeve turtle neck with the black version of joe's jersey over top, biker shorts, and black combat boots to complete the outfit.

hurriedly i ran downstairs, grabbed my phone, keys's, and wallet before sprinting to my car.

i wanted to make it before halftime was over so when joe ran back out he would see me.

thank god my mom left my ticket on the kitchen table or else i wouldn't be able to get into joe's box.

when the security guard opened and i walked in, both sets of parents' faces lit up.

"y/n!!" - robin smiled

"hey y'all!" - you smiled

"come here, you can sit by me." - your mom grinned

i moved over and plopped down between my mom and robin.

"what made you decide to come?" - your mom

"i was watching the game from home. every time the camera was on joe i noticed that he was looking up here. i assumed he was looking for me so i wanted to be here for him." - you

"you don't even have to assume, he's definitely looking for you." - your mom

"no doubts there y/n." - robin laughed

(joe's pov)

when we ran back out after halftime i refrained from looking up at the stands. i didn't feel like getting let down again.

i was mid conversation with ja'marr when tee came running up behind us to interrupt.

"joe! joe!" - tee shoved joe's shoulder

"what?!" - joe

"look!" - tee pointed at the stands

my eyes trailed to where tee was pointing to see that it was in the direction of my box.

at first i didn't know what i was supposed to see until she started vigorously waving with other hands.

it was y/n.

a huge smile formed on my face as i waved back to her.

"you're whipped, son." - ja'marr laughed

"yeah.. i am." - joe continued smiling at you

"come on, lover boy we gotta go. you can fawn over her later." - ja'marr

(y/n's pov)

watching joes face light up when he saw me was so incredibly cute. my mom and robin's audible "awwww's" made the moment even sweeter.

the rest of the game joe seemed a lot less distracted, and they won 24-21.

"do you wanna come see joe with us?" - robin

"i'm probably just gonna go head home. thanks for asking though, and also tell joe i said thank you for the ticket." - you

"of course. we'll see you tomorrow?" - robin

"yup! goodnight guys!" - you

i made my way out of the stadium fast to try and beat traffic. my parents plus jimmy and robin were going out to dinner tonight, and from my mom i learned that joe was heading straight home from the game too.

when i got home i took my boots off and changed into a more comfy outfit.

sitting at the kitchen island in complete silence, i contemplated texting joe. after seeing his face light up on the field when he saw me in the stands, i needed to see him.

i found myself zoning out, my thoughts never stopping for a second when my phone vibrated on my lap.

grabbing it immediately, disappointment washed over me when it was just a message from my mom.

make it home okay?

i texted back a quick "yup 👍" before putting my phone down again. i was getting up from my seat after deciding to just go to bed when my phone buzzed again.

this time when i picked it up, my heart started beating out of my chest. it was a text from joe.

can i come over?

for a second i thought about what i could send back. something simple? something that shows how much i miss him without being too greedy? a simple yes?

after a few seconds of panicking i typed something up and sent it without thinking any longer.

please.

a smile wouldn't leave my face as i made my way to the living room. i watched through the window that overlooked the road, and started blushing when i watched joe fly out of his front door. his pace across the road was quick, practically running after he looked both ways.

once i could hear his footsteps on the front porch i started towards the front door to unlock it for him, but once i got to the hallway he was already standing there.

"i forgot you had a key." - you laughed nervously, unsure of what to do now that you were face-to-face with him

joe moved towards me and wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his head in my neck as my arms were around his neck.

i heard him mumble something incomprehensible, and when i asked him to repeat himself he pulled his face away from my neck. joes arms were still around my waist, my arms around his neck and he looked down into my eyes as fondness filled his.

"i can't do this anymore." - joe

"you can't do what anymore?" - you

"y/n, i want to clear up everything. tell you the truth." - joe

"then tell me, joe." - you

joe unwrapped his arms around my waist and grabbed one of my hands, pulling me into the living room and sitting on the couch.

"i'm so so sorry for what happened weeks ago. it wasn't what i planned at all." - joe

i heard his apology, but the only thing i heard was "planned".

"planned?" - you searched his eyes for answers

"planned. i wanted you to go to my game, and win or lose i was going to take you somewhere after. thankfully we won, and now i can admit to you why i was so persistent on you going to the bar with me. it was my plan to kiss you, but when i did.. i was so worried that you had just gotten caught in the moment and didn't actually want to kiss me. i totally panicked and the first person i saw was lexie. i'm truly so sorry y/n, and i know i can't explain it away. nothing happened between lexie and i either, she was being a total bitch and i'll tell you our conversation later. that is, if you still want to be friends?" - joe

friends.

"joe, over the past weeks i've realized that i can't go without you. i accept your apology, but i just have one question.." - you

a smile formed on joes face when i said i accepted his apology, relief washed over his body and the way his body physically became more relaxed showed that.

"ask away." - joe

"what were you going to do after you kissed me, if the lexie stuff didn't happen? what was the whole point?" - you

i watched him tense back up and his gaze left my face, joe looked at his feet as he thought about how to word his next statement.

"i was going to admit something to you." - joe

"admit.. what?" - you

"something i should've told you back when we were still at lsu." - joe

"which is?" - you

joe sighed before scooting closer to me on the couch, he took one of my hands off my lap and held it in his.

"in high school i came to the realization that you were the most beautiful girl in the world. when we were at ohio state together i started getting butterflies every time you said my name.. every word that left your mouth made me blush as long as it was directed towards me. when you went along with me to lsu, that's when it really hit me. you're the only girl i've ever truly truly cared about, y/n. no other girl i've ever been with has mattered to me as much as you do. you understand me more than anyone else, and i'm so grateful to have you in my life." - joe

my heart rate got higher and higher as words spilled out of his mouth. was joe really confessing to me right now? he felt the same way?

"what are you saying?" - you

joe licked his lips before making eye contact with me and letting go of the breath he didn't know he was holding.

"y/n, i'm in love with you." - joe

i squeezed his hand as those words left his lips, i've wanted to hear those words for so so long.

joes eyes were still searching my face for a reaction when i realized i hadn't said anything yet. without thinking i launched forward and hugged my arms around his neck, now sitting on his lap.

when i pulled myself away from him i cupped his face in my hands.

"joe, i'm in love with you too. have been for a long time, and you have no idea how happy i am to hear you feel the same way." - you

joe couldn't get the smile off his face, and i couldn't either.

"can i kiss you?" - joe smiled

"of course." - you

joe leaned forward and pressed his lips onto mine, it felt like fireworks were going off around us as our lips connected.

after a few moments we pulled away completely breathless with our foreheads touching.

"god, i'm so happy you feel the same way. now you can understand why i was so pissed off when you went on a date with tee. it wasn't just because he was my teammate, i just couldn't stand seeing you with another guy that wasn't me." - joe

"it makes sense now. i'm really really glad things ended up working out though. i've been venting to my mom about you for the past 5 years." - you

"i vented to her too! i don't know how your mom was able to keep from telling you that i felt the same way." - joe

"she was hoping a moment just like this would happen, that's how. and you don't have to worry about other guys anymore, by the way." - you

"i know. all mine now." - joe leaned in and kissed you

"i love that you just did that. we just kissed and it was so casual. like i can kiss you whenever i want now." - you smiled

"you're so cute." - joe laughed

eventually joe laid flat on his back and i laid next to him, his hand on my back keeping me from falling off the couch.

"what time is it?" - you

joe picked his phone off of his chest and read the time out.

"almost one. 12:47." - joe

"i don't want you to leave." - you buried your face in his neck

"i don't want to leave either. can i just stay the night? i really don't feel like sleeping without you tonight." - joe

"sure, let's head up to my room." - you

joe and i made our way upstairs to my room, he was now laying in the middle of the bed in the room that he helped me set up.

i excused myself to go wash my face, and by the time i had gotten back joe was sprawled out on the bed looking super comfortable.

"someone looks comfy." - you laughed

"i'd be even more comfy with you next to me, c'mere." - joe patted the space next to him

i made quick work getting underneath the covers and getting comfortable.

"you really sleep in just sweatpants and a sweatshirt?" - you

"i just sleep in boxers, but i think it's a little early for that." - joe winked as he moved a hair out of your face

i giggled and returned to laying on my pillow instead of joes like i was moments before. i guess joe could sense my unsureness of what to do next because he smiled as he pulled me into his chest.

"you can lay on me." - joe kissed your head

my cheek was pressed against his left peck as my hand rested just bellow his right.

"your chest is so comfy." - you

joe laughed sweetly before kissing my forehead, as soon as he pulled away he pressed another kiss to it and another and another.

"you're gonna kiss your lips off, joe!" - you giggled

he finally moved away and moved onto his side, now he was leaning on top of me.

"that's the plan, honey." - joe smiled

the nickname had me blushing and giggling before i pressed another kiss to his lips.

"we've gotta make up for the 5 years of missed opportunities for kisses." - you

"i can arrange that." - joe moved down and kissed you again

after a few more kisses, joe laid back down and pulled me back to his chest. his arms were wrapped tightly around my waist and it felt so right.

"our parents are gonna flip when they find out about us." - you smiled

"our moms have been planning this since they found out i was a boy and you were a girl." - joe laughed

"i have a question." - you

"you're full of those tonight, huh?" - joe grinned

i laughed before continuing on.

"what happens now? about us?" - you

"well, i'm a little tired right now. so i was thinking tomorrow night i take you on our first official date. that is if you aren't busy and would like to go with me?" - joe

"of course i'll go with you. plus i'm never busy joe i literally live with my parents." - you

"hopefully that'll change eventually." - joe

"what do you mean?" - you grinned up at him

"if we start dating and have a serious relationship, i was hoping at some point you'd move in with me. i mean would you rather live with your parents or your super ultra-cool best friend/boyfriend." - joe

"i love the sound of that." - you blushed

"living with me?" - joe

"that… and also you calling yourself my boyfriend." - you

"who knows, i might be able to call myself that after tomorrow night." - joe shrugged and you hid your blush in his chest

"you're gonna be the absolute death of me, joseph lee." - you

joes laugh shook his chest, me included, as he rubbed up and down my arm. when he finished laughing he let out a loud yawn.

"you tired from your game? i haven't even congratulated you on your win yet, i'm sorry! i'm such a terrible almost girlfriend." - you

"you're a perfect almost girlfriend. plus there have been more important things on our hands tonight." - joe

"okay well, goodnight joey." - you kissed his cheek

"goodnight, y/n." - joe kissed your head and rubbed your back in attempts to lull you to sleep

it wasn't long before joes chest got into a rhythm of rising and falling and small snores escaped from him.

tonight i fell asleep on the chest of my favorite boy knowing he was just as in love with me as i was with him.

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authors note: some fluff to end the horrid sunday that this day has been. 😭

(some angst is def coming soon though 😉)

hope you enjoyed! ❤️

[venjras]

GOOD LUCK WITH THAT PT. 2 - GOJO.

˗ˏˋ Nsfw, tw: F!Reader, fingering, oral ( M!Receiving ), marking, use of pet names, hair pulling, unprotected sex.

Part 1.

It's been almost a week since that night, you barely remember what happened next.

Probably because of the post sex but you collapsed practically immediately in the arms of Morpheus and when you woke up you were alone. You also thought you had dreamed of it but that thought faded as soon as you saw that you were naked under the sheets.

From then on you started to avoid Satoru, no matter the attempts, you always found a way to stem this matter. When you knew he was going to be home with your brother magically you had commitments at school and when it wasn't a tangible option you came up with being at a friend's house.

You don't want to deal with that type of conversation and you don’t need to focus on what happened, even tho every night since then you are being kept awake by the simple remembrance of what truly happened. You still feel his hands on your skin, the taste of his lips on yours and the feeling of having him inside of you that didn't want to leave you alone. You are afraid of rejection and are not willing to take any chances.

Right now you are in the tub, immersed in hot water and away from any matter. At one point, however, you hear a knock on the door.

« May I come in? »

Itadori's voice comes to you loud and clear, making you sigh as you let the door close behind his broad shoulders. Still buried in the foam as you watch him lean against the bathroom sink.

« Did something happen between you and Gojo? » He asks and the question make you panic.

« Why should it? He's your best friend, not mine. » You say beating a mental high five with yourself for maintaining a firm, detached tone. Gaining a sigh from him.

« Listen, I don't want to get in the middle of your business but it's from the Saturday party that you're both weird. You are practically never at home when he is there and he seems to be looking for every pretext to talk to you. I know he can be an asshole sometimes but I just want to make sure you're okay. »

Wait, is he looking for you? This is making you wonder if maybe your choice to avoid him isn’t completely wrong. It’s not benefiting either side.

« It's okay, Dori. It's a simple coincidence, nothing happened between us, I mean it. » You say trying to be as convincing as possible, before talking to him about it, you need to understand how you feel first.

« Good, but if he does something wrong tell me, I’ll turn him over. »

Those sweet words make you laugh, reassuring him that everything’s okay. Leaving him free to go and to have fun with his friends. Your parents were out for the Weekend and Itadori had some parties from which he would return probably the next morning.

After half an hour you get out of the tub and wrap yourself in a bathrobe, going downstairs in search of something to eat. Scrutinizing the various shelves.

« What a vision. You couldn't have welcomed me in a better way. »

You hear a voice whispering in your ear and the first reaction is to scream, your heart starts beating really fast, not hinting at stopping even when you see the boy’s white hair next to you.

« Are you crazy? »

You said placing a hand over your chest, noticing how the bathrobe had slightly untied and how his gaze was following exactly that trail. Immediately covering yourself up as you feel your cheeks burn. And not just those.

« I'm sorry but you didn't leave me a choice. You did a really great job with avoiding me this week but we need to talk. » He raise his hands as a sign of peace, resting against the kitchen counter as you settle on the opposite side.

« I don't think there's anything to talk about. » You murmur crossing your arms over your chest making him raise an eyebrow, almost amused.

« We slept together, I wouldn't call it anything. » This statement of his makes you laugh as you try to suppress that memory, just thinking about that makes you feel a familiar tingling in your lower belly.

« You do it as a sport. Everyone knows it. » Words that are a double-edged sword. Trying to back down as soon as you see him getting closer but finding the cold surface of the kitchen behind you. Like that he locks you against the counter, putting his hands on the edges of the surface just a few millimeters from your hips.

« You shouldn't believe everything you hear, you know that? If you had asked me right away I would have told you that I waited months before making a move. That I've never wanted anyone that much. That that night fucked my head up, you fucked my head up to the point that I don’t find room for anything else. » And as he talks he gets closer and closer, making your two bodies adhere and brushing your lips with his own.

You can feel him, you can feel every single part of him. Totally lost in the mixture of his scent and words that was making your mind completely cloud.

« I want you and I can't seem to get enough. Ever. And I know it's the same for you, I saw it that night and right now I see you want it even more. »

He says, slowly unfastening the lace of your bathrobe, leaving you completely exposed under his lustful gaze. Caressing the skin of your hips, going down until he touches your bare pussy, making you squint just by doing so.

« So? Still nothing to say? »

Gojo whispers in your ear, sending a jolt of chills down your spine. He wanted words and wouldn't move a finger if you didn't ask him to.

He wanted to play? Well.

You put yourself on tiptoe, looking him straight into the eyes as you take a step forward. Letting him feel your hard nipples against his covered chest and your wetness that was dangerously close to the obvious erection that you could clearly see from his sweatpants.

« I have thought of you every night since the party. I thought of all the places where you touched me, where your lips passed and how nothing is able to satisfy me anymore. You are driving me crazy but honestly I think I could get used to it. » You murmur as you take his hand, bringing it where he had touched you before. Making him feel how wet you are just for him, how needy you are by simply listening to his words. Satisfied earning a grunt from him.

« So, what about you fuck me and show me how much you really need me? »

You rose to meet him, making your lips collide as his tongue twin with yours and his hands grip your waist. Making you sit on the counter top, cupping your breasts, squeezing your nipples until they are taut between his fingers. You gasp and bit down hard on his lip, receiving back a growl that made you shudder. His lips left yours and descended upon your tits, licking and sucking, grazing each nipple with his teeth as your fingers pull his hair, pulling the strands harder the longer he worked.

Then you start tracing the line of his zipper, feeling him stiffen under your touch. His grip on your hips tightens as you free him from his last clothes.

Gojo’s gaze follows you as you trace the thick vein down his shaft. His breathing grows heavier when you replace your hand with your tongue.

Tentative at first, tasting the slightest hint of his arousal. Cupping his balls with your free hand and give them a squeeze. His hips push forward. Arousal coats your tongue and you want more of it, switching between deep sucks and long strokes of tongue.

His hands dig into your hair, his desperation growing as the tempo changes. His entire body shudders as you give him one last pull with your mouth, coming undone. He lets out a hiss of air when you release him and crawl back.

Totally fucked up.

He caresses your bottom lip, licking his own at the sight. « Swallow. All of it. » He whispers and you do as you're told, swallowing it all without wasting a single drop.

« Good girl. » You clearly see him smirking after that. Feeling your stomach upside down because of those words. Squeezing your thighs in search of some kind of friction. Even the slightest.

« On the table. Open your legs for me, doll. » Your entire face flames and again your legs seem to move on their own, doing exactly as he ordered. And without you having the time to realize it his fingers dips inside of you, removing all your control from the situation.

Your whole body clenches around his single digit, and almost jump when he adds another one. His free hand wraps around your hair and tugs, leaving your neck exposed to his lips and your body arched for the taking.

You tremble as you become consumed by lust. He sucks on your neck, leaving behind bruised skin. His tongue traces the curve of it as you cry out.

Two fingers turn into three, diving deep while his lips possess every inch of exposed skin. Scratching at his shirt.

« You are making me lose my fucking mind. » He mumbles against the goosebumps on your neck. He withdraws his fingers before slamming them inside again, your body clenches around his fingers. Riding them as you chase your high and got completely lost in it.

-

Gojo doesn’t even leave you time to recover, one hand holds your waist while he uses the other to trace your sensitive slit. The move is gentle and reverent before he slams inside of you, making you gasp at the sudden sense of fullness. Your entire body freezes from the burn, making you drop your head back.

Then his thumb finds your clit again, making all the nerves relax. The breath gets knocked out of you with each punishing stroke. Pleasure slowly crawls up your spine. His movements become sloppier as control slips from his grasps. Black spots fill your eyes before stars burst, sparking to life behind shut eyes.

You start shaking as pleasure rushes through again. Gojo’s body trembles as he comes but he doesn’t stop moving his hips until you’re both completely breathless.

« Fuck. »

He gasps before he brings his eyes up to yours, gently caressing one of your trembling thighs.

« How about a date tomorrow night? »

God, he is really incredible.

©️ venjras.

[thinkofmehoney]

"Smell that, it's wet grass and smoke in my hair"⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Chapter 2

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Summary: Where the basketball team's tryouts start and Ao'nung tries (and fails) to be friendly with Neteyam. And Lo'ak tries (successfully) to be in good terms with Tsireya.

Notes: I realized Ao'nung and Tsireya don't have official last names so I googled Māori last names for them! (Te Kauwhata)

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The days have gone by and the Sully kids have been meeting new people and basically just getting used to this new school and new life. Their school day was over so they were at home, Neteyam and Tuk were playing with her dolls and now got interrupted by Lo'ak and Kiri being yelled at because they took Jake's car to go to the mall without asking.

Meanwhile, a few kilometers away the Te Kauwhata siblings just did an skincare routine and now they were chatting while Tsireya rebraided Ao'nung's hair.

"So," Tsireya spoke "Tell me about your week" She was focused on the small braids she was doing.

"Hmmm, the first day of school I was with Koro and Nash when we saw the weirdest chick" He laughed at the memory, but his sister pulled his hair. "Ouch!"

"Don't be a skxawnk."

"Alright, alright" he sighed and rolled his eyes, "As I was saying, she was talking to plants... maybe she was high or something, or maybe she's insane."

"Get to the point!" His sister really didn't like when he made fun of people.

"Well, we were laughing at her and then this guy just… appeared out of nowhere and pushed me and told me to back off." his voice sounded so offended it made his sister chuckle.

"As he should." she smiled

"Then, we were playing basketball and he joined us 'cause Rotxo invited him… and it was like he was Kobe Bryant's reincarnation because holy fuck."

"Is he going to the tryouts?"

"I think so 'cause everyone started praising him and he seemed like a puppy being told he's a good boy" He sounded annoyed and Tsireya just laughed at the comparison.

"That's adorable" Ao'nung was scandalized, he could be so dramatic sometimes.

"No it's not! he must be so full of himself, I bet he thinks he's the shit" He said as he crossed his arms on his chest.

"Don't be so childish, if he's good maybe you could learn from him" hearing that immediately put her brother on the defensive.

"I said he's good but he's not better than me!"

"You literally just compared him with Kobe Bryant."

"I'm LeBron James then." Tsireya laughed as she finished his brother's hair, offering him a mirror to take a look

"Alright LeBron, your hair is ready, now would you care to paint my nails?" Ao'nung looked at himself satisfied with his looks, he put the mirror down and put a pillow on his lap to start painting Tsireya's nails

"Which color? Oh, look, I bought you this shimmery top coat" he picked the small bottle from his nightstand and gave it to his sister who looked at it with excitement.

"It's so pretty! thank you 'Nung! I want it with white." He smiled at his little sister's reaction. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was so protective of her he would do anything to see her happy.

And he noticed this days that she wasn't her usual radiant self, she seemed anxious and he knew what was the reason.

"I noticed Lo'ak is at school, I guess you don't like that, do you?" His eyes were focused on painting her nails correctly and not her fingers, but he could hear Tsireya's sigh

"It's not that I don't like it… it's just, it makes it all difficult now" Ao'nung stopped and looked his sister with a side eye.

"What you mean?" he actually didn't wanna hear the answer. "Do you still like him?"

Tsireya avoided eye contact "Well… yeah I do." Ao'nung pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand.

"But he's an asshole!"

"I know! I know! But it was easier to ignore him when he lived farther, But now…" Ao'nung didn't like this at all, he closed the nail polish bottle.

"Be honest, are you planning on getting back together with him?" She thought about it for a moment

"I'm not planning it, and actually i'm trying to avoid him but I can't say that i'm not going back with him if things work out for us" Ao'nung couldn't believe it, he laughed ironically and Tsireya held his arm to get his attention back. "He's not a bad person 'Nung. He was an asshole, yes, but he didn't meant to hurt me on purpose"

"I just… I always remember when you were crying on your birthday because he completely forgot about it, you know?" Tsireya looked at him with puppy eyes, which made Ao'nung remember how he felt that day. "We made you the prettiest party at the beach with all your friends and… seeing how easily he could ruin your day… it made me so angry."

"'Nung..." Her heart ached after hearing and remembering that. Ao'nung held her hands tightly.

"Look, who you date is your decision. But i'm your big brother, I have to protect you, so if that idiot makes you shed even one tear again, I'll kill him, alright" Tsireya nodded, looking down with some tears in her face "Don't cry, everything is fine." He hugged her tightly and petted her hair

"I love you 'Nung" her voiced cracked a little bit which made Ao'nung laugh

"Alright I love you too, now let me finish your nails and then I'll go make some pancakes 'cause i'm fucking starving.

It was the evening and the sports teams tryouts started, first it was basketball, then soccer and then volleyball. All the boys were warming up while the coach and Ao'nung checked some things before starting.

Ao'nung was told to give the boys some water, so he took a bottle and went to Neteyam first

"Hi" a smug grin adorned the Metkayina boy's face at all times, which made Neteyam feel uneasy. "Neteyam, right?" he offered the blue bottle which was received with doubt.

"Uhm, yes, and thank you" the Omaticaya boy thanked respectfully and walked the other way, but a pair of blue eyes followed him playfully

"I'm Ao'nung by the way, i'm the captain of the team" Neteyam turned around to see him.

"You are the captain?" He emphasized the «You», the other boy looked at him confused.

"Yeah, is there something wrong with that?" the question slightly offended him.

"Well, I mean, I didn't know you could bully other kids and still be in the school's team" he crossed his arms in his chest.

"What the hell are you talking about, forest boy?" He tried to use that nickname to tease and trying to annoy Neteyam, at that point, people were talking in the hallways about the new kids and where they came from; the forest. But Neteyam remained unbothered.

"Oh so you don't even remember now? how you and your friends were bullying my sister last week?" Now he remembered, the girl who was talking to plants the first day of school was Neteyam's sister.

"I didn't know you both were siblings-" the Omaticaya just ignored him.

"it's disgusting how you can just treat people like shit and then just forget about it like it's nothing." he shook his head and walked away, almost making Ao'nung feel guilty.

For a moment Ao'nung just stood there dazed, nobody has ever confronted him like that. He was popular, a heartthrob, the captain of the team… People who didn't liked or wanted him simply just ignored his presence, or at least they tried, but nobody has told him something like that before.

He came down to Pandora once the coach indicated that the tryouts were beginning, everyone got to their positions to start.

The basketball tryouts ended as the volleyball team installed their net. The boys changed their clothes, without showering of course, boys will be boys, and then they went to their homes.

Neteyam was outside waiting for Lo'ak to gather his stuff, and also to breathe some fresh air. He knew he was a good player, but so were the other students. His anxiety and negative thoughts were overflowing his mind but he tried to keep it down by breathing exercises. But everything was fucked when he saw Ao'nung walking towards him.

Neteyam's mind raced with thoughts, Ao'nung was right next to the coach the whole time, he also was the team captain, he probably knew if he got into the team or not, he had to have some idea.

"Are you going home now, forest boy?" Neteyam nodded with a frown "Well, get rest, I bet you're tired" he patted his shoulder, and sighed, which instantly worried Neteyam "You're a good player, better luck next time" he started walking, leaving an anxious mess behind him

"Wait! wait!" it honestly surprised Ao'nung feeling such an aggressive grip on his shoulder, making him stop and turn around to meet the agitated Omaticaya. "What do you mean?! what are you talking about?"

"What? I just wished you better luck next time, if you wanna go to the tryouts after holidays" that stupid grin never left ao'nung's face, and it was driving him insane

but for an instant, that sassy facade tumbled when Neteyam's grip on ao'nung's shoulders loosened

"That means i'm not on the team?" those big disappointed amber eyes almost, almost, made Ao'nung feel guilty "But I worked so hard… Dad is gonna be disappointed" he thought out loud and then looked up into the light blue eyes "Are you sure I didn't made it? did the coach tell you?"

"i'm sorry, it is what it is" Neteyam looked at the ground feeling very disappointed on himself. He wanted to stay at the school's parking lot for the rest of his life if it meant he wouldn't have to see his father's disappointment.

Jake used to play basketball with them since they were little, and after they found out that Jake played the sport on his school's team when he was a teenager, it made them instantly want to join their school's team to be just like their dad

"Alright, see you tomorrow then" he turned around and started to walk back to the school entrance to wait for Lo'ak, but then he heard his name being called by Ao'nung behind him. Confused, neteyam turned around to see the boy holding back his laugh.

"Of course you are on the team, are you kidding me? you were literally the best of them, I was just messing with you" he didn't expect the frown forming on the boy's face, Neteyam didn't think it was funny at all

"You're an asshole" he said almost like a growl and walked passed him angrily and pushing him with his shoulder, right when Lo'ak finally was back, witnessing the scene.

"What did you do to him?" Lo'ak confronted the taller boy by pushing him, to which Ao'nung got pissed, he wasn't really fond of Lo'ak.

"Mind your own business, Sully" He picked his things and walked the other way, pushing Lo'ak back with his arm.

"Fuck you, man!" He would have started a fight with him, but he thought it was probably better to go and reach Neteyam, it also wasn't a good idea because if he wanted to get Tsireya back maybe he shouldn't fight with her brother, even though he just wanted to punch that fish face.

He almost ran behind Neteyam until he reached his side, watching him still with slightly furrowed brows and a pout.

"'Teyam" he looked at his little brother, his eyes widened realizing he forgot to actually wait for him, "I saw you with Ao'nung, what happened?" Neteyam didn't like to see his brother worried for him, so he offered a smile to show that it wasn't something serious.

"Nothing, he's just an asshole, that's all" his hand now was on top of Lo'ak's braids.

"Yeah, he's a pain in the ass, I can't believe Reya and him are siblings" his older brother looked at him surprised.

"Wait, they are related? him and Tsireya share the same blood? there's no way" Lo'ak nodded.

"They are like polar opposites, he's like her evil twin, and he also doesn't like me so, it's way worse."

"I pity you."

The first week of school has passed, and Tsireya has avoided Lo'ak at all costs.

Now, it's not like she doesn't like him, she does, still does, and she knows if Lo'ak asked her for anything, she would say yes, and she hated it, it made her feel weak because he had her on the palm of his hand (which he didn't knew), so the best is to avoid him the best she could.

She had a big heart and loved so deeply, but when they were dating, she didn't feel all that love back, and to be honest it was a bit exhausting, she almost felt dumb liking him so much when there wasn't the same in return.

They lived in different cities at that time so they couldn't go out very often, and when they were out he would sometimes leave her early to hang out with his friends, or he would forget about things that were really important to her, like her cheerleading championship. Maybe he just didn't like her that much, so she decided that breaking up was probably the best option they had.

But now, they were attending the same school and living in the same city, making it more difficult to avoid him, but she tried her best.

She had cheerleading practice after school, so once it was over she took a quick shower before picking her stuff and walking outside the gym with her friends

When she saw him.

Lo'ak's heart ached when he looked at her, she was just as beautiful as always, even more when she laughed with her friends, making him feel guilty when that smile faded away once she saw him. Her friends noticed and left them to have privacy, but it made her feel cornered.

"Lo'ak... what are you doing here?"

"I needed to talk to you, baby" She sighed at the nickname.

"Lo'ak..." he shook his head, to then correct himself.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry I can't help it." She avoided eye contact at all costs, her restless hands played with the zipper of her bag.

"Well, anyway, there's nothing to talk about." She started walking and Lo'ak followed her, he wouldn't let her go again.

"Yes, there is!" They walked at a fast pace. "I miss you, Reya, and i'm sorry, I was an asshole who didn't know how to treat a girl like you." A sarcastic chuckle escaped from her lips

"Oh I know that, you don't have to tell me" She kept avoided eye contact, because she knew she would fall for him all over again if she looked onto those heavy lidded amber eyes

"-But i've changed, I fucked up and I realize that" he walked faster to stop face to face in front of her. "And I really, really miss you, Reya" She looked to the side and took a deep breath.

"Lo'ak, you can... Say all you want, you could say that you love me and that you'll give me the moon and the stars…" finally she looked up, teal and amber meeting "And I want to believe it… But I need to see it"

"Baby I promise you I will be a hundred times better, I won't be so careless again, you deserve so much more, I'll be the best boyfriend you'll ever have if you just give me another ch-" his words flowed like water, no, like a full on river, and his eyes were about to do the same thing if he kept talking with a knot in his throat.

"Lo, don't waste your words, I don't need them" She could feel the sadness through his eyes, she was so empathetic she hated it sometimes. "I'll believe you if you can prove it to me. If you prove that i'm worth something to you, then, I'll give you a chance, only if your actions can assure me that it's safe to give you my heart again."

"You're my princess" Lo'ak took the risk and held her hands "And I'll make sure you won't doubt about it" he felt a tear falling from his eye so he looked down to make it go unnoticed "I don't ever wanna be the reason you're sad again."

it broke her heart seeing him being so vulnerable knowing it embarrassed him, so, she had a good feeling about their future. Tsireya wiped his tear with her thumb and looked into his eyes "I'll see you tomorrow then." She smiled softly at him and left.

When the girl was far enough, he wiped his tears and grabbed his phone to text Neteyam.

«Can you come pick me up?????»

«suck my dick»

approximately ten minutes after, Neteyam was at the school's parking lot in their dad's car with a brown paper bag in his lap, Lo'ak got in the car and they started their way back home.

"You're lucky I was at the drive through, I got you some chicken nuggets" Lo'ak smiled and opened the bag his brother handed him.

"Bro this ain't chicken nuggets" the younger brother furrowed his eyebrows, picking one little fried piece "they just gave you lots of hash browns"

"Are you kidding me? don't fuck with me while i'm driving bro I could crash the car"

"I swear 'Teyam this is just a bunch of hash browns" they stopped at a red light and Neteyam aggressively registered his order, confirming there wasn't a single chicken nugget in that bag.

"I'm gonna kill myself I swear" As the light changed to green, Lo'ak looked at his brother with a worried look on his face.

"Bro don't say that while you're driving"

once they got home, the first thing they did was giving Tuk, their baby sister, the hash browns Neteyam accidentally bought, she seemed really happy with it unlike her brothers.

The older brother checked his phone and went to the kitchen looking for his apron,

Lo'ak followed him and sat on the kitchen counter.

"Mom won't be home for another hour so i'll cook dinner" he picked some vegetables and the cutting board "Now, tell me about your talk with Tsireya"

"What?" Kiri entered the kitchen, sitting down at the other end of the counter, Neteyam hissed.

"Why can't you guys sit on chairs like normal people?" he moved the vegetables closer to him, his siblings just ignored him of course.

"you finally had the balls to talk to her?" Lo'ak rolled his eyes.

"Yeah" he looked down at his hands while he fiddled with his fingers "She didn't wanna talk to me at first though" Kiri chuckled sarcastically.

"Well no shit."

"Kiri" Neteyam warned her, he didn't want his siblings fighting when he was cooking in between them

"What? I mean, of course she wouldn't wanna talk to you, she broke up with you to begin with, and it was for a good reason if you ask me."

"Kiri has a point though" He briefly looked at Lo'ak "You were careless, not always, but… Yeah" now he picked the chopped vegetables and put them in a pan with hot oil.

"I did care about her, but living in different cities also was a factor to our breakup" Kiri looked at him.

"Bro, on you forgot her birthday and sneaked out to a party the same day, she felt like shit. You could've at least texted her" Lo'ak hid his face in his hands.

"I didn't forgot her birthday! I thought it was the next day!" Neteyam was back on the counter, now with a raw chicken breast and a big knife.

"Well, let's not just focus on the negative things, cause' it's clear that you fucked up" he cut the chicken in small cubes, the way Tuk liked it. "Remember when she came to the house and you guys cooked cinnamon rolls?" Lo'ak smiled longingly.

"That was a good day."

"It wasn't a good day for me, I couldn't sleep in peace that night" Kiri made a disgusted face at that memory.

"Me neither, but aside from that" now he put the chicken cubes in the hot pan with the vegetables "You were attentive and caring with her and spent almost the whole day cooking together and all that cutesy stuff that couples do." He added soy sauce now. "I'm not saying you should be twenty-four seven sticked next to her, but you should make her feel like she's being listened to and that you enjoy spending time with her" Lo'ak nodded at his words.

"Yeah, yeah you're right!"

"How do you know so much if you never dated someone?" Kiri asked intrigued, Neteyam put the lid on the pan while he took off his apron.

"I don't have time for dating" he set a timer and walked out of the kitchen "You guys set the table, I have to brush TukTuk's hair!"

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[sirdurbe]

all the general questins + holysnowbird because i'm so <chinhands> about them

ship questions

(holysnowbird = holyice + snowbird, so durbe/rio/kotori)

1. Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

many years ago, durbe traveled – rather, was sent (different story) – to the united lands of poseidon specifically to proposition princess merag. the two quickly took a liking to each other despite neither being keen on the idea of an arranged marriage at first, but the sudden deaths of merag's parents prevented them from being wed, as the royal family were required every generation to give a child to the temple to live in service to the gods, and there was suddenly no other option besides merag, who in addition to her religious duties was expected to remain chaste.

this history together wasn't something they were able to talk about for a while, though. initially as barians, they didn't have their human memories, and even once those memories returned, the war and then vector's betrayal left them with no time to really discuss it. even once they were both revived by the numeron code... how do you begin a conversation like that? they both knew rio was no longer the woman durbe had loved, at least not entirely. she wasn't merag enough for durbe and she wasn't rio enough for kotori or anyone of her other human friends. and then durbe felt like he'd only ever failed her over and over again. for weeks going into months, there was just total failure to communicate.

it was kotori who picked up the pieces. in the immediate aftermath of the barians' revival, the seven of them rarely if ever left the kamishiros' mansion, unsure now of their place in the living world among the humans they'd threatened – and, in rio's (and ryouga's) case, intimately betrayed. kotori was the first to bridge the gap, coming by several times a week with dinner for them all (assuming, correctly, that they'd been living off takeout) and little gifts for rio, just small things like nail polish and bath products she remembered rio liked.

durbe was actually not pleased at first when rio eventually told kotori about their past, but did concede – because kotori pointed it out – that he may have avoided rio indefinitely (and vice versa) if she hadn't confided in kotori. and after a while, kotori's mediating became the three of them just spending time together.

all this to say: kotori initiated the relationship, in the end. she represents the present, and the future. things will never be the same again – and that's okay. this time, they'll be even better.

2. Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

yes and no. i think a lot of the above conversations happened in places like parks or on walks because kotori didn't want durbe and rio staying cooped up inside as much as they'd been doing, and gradually these outings started having more of a date-like feel without "technically" being labeled as such.

eventually rio did leap at the opportunity to treat them both to an expensive dinner, because sometimes your patron god looks out for you and doesn't just make sure your spirit lives on when your coworker kills you (arguably for the second time), he makes sure the bodies he stuffs you and your brother's souls in are rich.

3. What was their first kiss like?

very sweet. a little awkward. kotori especially was so nervous, because she grew up thinking your first kiss was of utmost importance and therefore wanted it to be absolutely perfect – which always guarantees the opposite will happen, obviously. it wound up being pretty spur of the moment, despite all the planning kotori (and, let's be honest, durbe) would have put into it, but that just made it an even more beautiful and special moment. (rio so loves being right, too.)

4. Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

durbe and rio were not each other's first kiss, but they were each other's first real relationship back then – merag, obviously, couldn't date because of duties to her family, and durbe just had no real desire before her. kotori, like i said, had never had a kiss or a relationship before either of them. rio and kotori had never had sex, but durbe had – though, not in his most current body until them. (dying and coming back to life makes everything so complicated.)

5. What’s their height difference? Age difference?

durbe is around 18 months older than rio and two and a half years older than kotori. ...you know, give or take a few centuries. (see the above about dying and coming back to life.)

in canon, durbe is a bit taller than 5'4" (163cm). rio is around 5'3" (160cm), and kotori is around 5'2" (157cm). rio is really the only one i can see getting taller – maybe 5'6" (168cm) – durbe is a short king and kotori is, of course, a little bird.

6. What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

ryouga has absolutely made the joke that he'd love to just replace rio with kotori as his sister, and obviously he and durbe were already ride or die.

the other barians are fond of kotori; mizael takes the longest time to come around, but eventually he does. alit teasingly points out that he tried to date kotori before durbe did and durbe fires back with something along the lines of, "so that's what you were doing when i sent you to earth for a job. i see." (gilag says that's what he calls a self-ko.)

if mach was alive he would like durbe's girlfriends better than he likes durbe.

kotori's mother is a bit more complicated. she's incredibly keen on rio, seeing her as an excellent role model... but, of course, there's a lot more to rio than that polite young lady and honor student. that said, she's accepting of durbe in large part because he's close with rio, and i do think eventually mrs. mizuki gets everything re: the barians, astral, etc. revealed to her and comes to terms with it, though it's definitely a lot for her to deal with at first.

7. Who takes the lead in social situations?

either of the girls. anyone but durbe. never durbe.

8. Who gets jealous easier?

i think they're all pretty equal, with kotori being the most obvious about it, durbe being the least obvious, and rio being somewhere in between.

9. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

mostly rio, occasionally durbe. kotori would die.

[broskiblurbs]

One Time Thing pt. 2

Summary: You wake up in Tom’s bed after a drunken night. You’re confused about how you feel. Oh, also, you happen to be his little brother’s best friend.

Warnings: Mention of vomit, mild cussing

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back! I should be writing a paper, but I needed to let off some steam. I'm sorry about the long wait. I've been really busy. Also, I was originally going to make this series that place on a cruise, but I've never been on a cruise before and I didn't want that to impact my writing. So, I edited Part Two and republished it. It's much different now and longer, so I hope you enjoy!

Part One here

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A few weeks later, you and Harry are at your apartment hanging out. Things have been more normal than you expected them to be. Of course, Harry still didn’t know and as far as Tom, you have been simply avoiding him. Whenever there was an event or hang out that included Tom you always had some excuse as to why you couldn’t go. You would be lying if you said you didn’t think about that night. You do. More than you would want to admit, which is why you needed to keep your distance.

Tom had been constantly trying to get your attention the last few weeks. You weren’t sure why it mattered so much. You figured he had never had a one night stand before and didn’t know how they worked. Last week Harry had invited you to go rollerblading with his family, but declined when you found out Tom was going to be there. You told Harry that you were on your period and you were cramping really badly. Which was true to some extent. You were on your period, thankfully, just not cramping as bad as you said you were.��

Two weeks before that, his family was having a huge barbeque to celebrate the Fourth of July, which confused you because they were British not Americans. Harry told you that they just like to have a reason to have a cookout. It was more about the event than the holiday. The moment you saw him there, you couldn’t handle it, well, your stomach couldn’t. Those tasty ribs that Harry’s dad prepared were now in the sewage as vomit.

Meaningless to say that Tom was starting to piece together everything after you canceled on “Boys Night Out” tonight. This hangout was a monthly occurrence when the five of you would go bar hopping, or as they would say “pub crawling,” and get as drunk as possible. Yes, you were female, but you were always considered as one of “the boys.” Now, Tom was blowing up your phone with confusion? Anger? Both? You weren’t sure, however, you were positive that there were emotions in his texts. You were staring anxiously at his unanswered texts when your phone started ringing. It was Tom calling you. 

You immediately send the call to voicemail. How could he be so stupid? He knew that you were with Harry right now, which by the way, has no idea you had sex with his brother. Your cheeks turn red as you slam your phone back down on the kitchen counter.

“Who was that?” Harry wondered with his head peeking up from the couch in the living room.

“Uh, no one. Just spam,” you responded way too quickly to not be lying.

“Are you sure?”

“Yep. No one.” It seemed that Harry didn’t believe you, but didn’t want to push it. He sunk back into the couch. You could hear the sounds of TikToks coming from his phone as he burst out laughing.

“Y/N, you have to see this!” You hurry to the couch with your best friend. On his screen was a cat being startled by an invisible bug, causing the cat to start doing random flips in the air.

“Eh, I’ve seen better cat videos.”

“Pfft, you’re just a hater.” “I’m not a hater. Besides, I thought you liked dogs.”

“I can like both,” Harry responded. Your phone starts ringing again. 

“Okay, for real, who is calling you?” Your friend asks. A spam number doesn’t call this frequently, so you knew that lie was out the window.

“Fine, some guy I slept with and he doesn’t know what a one night stand even means.” This was the truth and it felt nice to say something truthful to Harry because recently, it seems to be one lie after the next. You send Tom to voicemail once again and click on his messages. You don’t bother reading them.

You: Stop calling me! I’m with Harry.

“Who is the guy?” He questions. You groan.

“I don’t even remember his name.” So much for telling the truth.

“Well, he needs to know that no means no.” Both you and Harry receive a notification and it’s from the group chat.

Tom: Hey mates. Sorry I cannot make it tonight. I have an early interview in the morning I forgot about. Have fun.

Sam: Boohoo. You and Y/N suck.

Harrison: They’re lame anyway. We can really have fun now.

You knew Tom was full of bullshit. You think this is Tom testing you. He thinks if he backs out of Boys Night Out, then you would suddenly feel better to go. You weren’t going to give Tom what he wants. You were going to prove him wrong. 

“Well, that sucks,” Harry interrupts your thoughts.

“It’s fine. I’m sure you will still have fun.”

“Yeah. Anyway, I got to go. Feel better soon.”

About two hours later, you’re snuggled up on the couch and watching Netflix when you hear a knock on your door. You debate on pretending you’re not home and just not answer. Then, you hear another knock. With a groan, you hesitantly get up. You swing the door open to find him meeting your eye.

 “Uh, I have some water running for my shower. I don’t want it to get cold. Talk to you later, byeee.” You tried closing the door in Tom’s face, but he wasn’t having it. He stopped it with his hand, knowing you were lying.

“You shower after you’re in your PJs?” He raises his eyebrow in suspicion. 

“It was a last minute decision. Also, very bold of you to assume these are my PJs. For all you know, I wear this everyday,” you sass, folding your arms across your chest.

“Come on, I don’t even hear the water running,” he exasperates.

“It’s quiet?” You try but not with as much confidence as you hoped.

“Can I, please, come in?”

You roll your eyes and give in. “What do you want?”

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he says as enters your apartment.

“Pfft. Not everything is about you. Perhaps, I just don’t have any interest talking to you,” you simply state.

“You seemed plenty interested that night, darling.”

“If you’re here to rub it in my face, then you can-” You point to the door.

“No, sorry. Too soon. My bad,” he interrupted. “I just came so we can be on the same page. I don’t want my presence to ruin your ability to have a good time and visa versa. This..” he points at you then himself. “..doesn’t have to be weird. I want us to co-exist. If you’re okay with that, darling.”

“First, stop calling me ‘darling.’ Second, I agree. We can be adults about this,” you respond. “It was a one-time thing.”

“Great. Glad to be on the same page. You have to stop avoiding me, really. That’s going to start attracting more attention to the situation than anything else.” You take a deep breath.

“Yeah, but you ditching Boys Night Out the same day I do; doesn’t ring any alarms to anyone?” You state as you grab a handful of popcorn you had popped for yourself earlier. 

“What, I really do have an early morning interview,” he gasps.

“Mhm, sure you do.” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“It can be with you if you want.” He winks, causing you to shiver and blush.

“Tom! You can’t make comments like that.” You exclaim.

“What comment?” He chuckles and you throw a piece of popcorn at him.

“You know what I mean.”

“Alright, I’ll stop…” He walks up to you. Closer than you should allow, but you don’t stop him. You really should, but you don’t want to. He leans to whisper in your ear, “...but I can tell you enjoy them. You’re cute when you blush.” He slowly pulls away. 

You should yell at him for making such a pass on you, but you do quite the opposite. You don’t even stop to think about what you’re doing. You kiss him. Hard. Your hands are grasping onto the collar of his sweater, pulling him closer. You caught him a bit by surprise, but he was quick to recover. He has one hand tangled into your hair and the other wrapped around your waist. Your tongues explore each other’s mouths. He picks you up and sets you on the counter. 

Then, you stop. As if some common sense had finally been knocked into you. Tom sees the concern looks in your eyes and gives you some space. His lips are red from your kisses. His hair is more wild.

“What are we doing, Tom?” You whisper.

“I don’t know.”

“We can’t do this to Harry.” You take a deep breath. “I can’t even blame it on the alcohol.”

“I know, but you shouldn’t beat yourself up over this, love. I’m as much at fault as you are.”

“You need to leave.” You turn your back to him, trying to compose yourself.

“Y/N,” he tries.

“Tom, please.” With that, he sulks out the door.

[infunred]

TEST 2: LIBRARY

It’s the weekend finally. The usual crowds that follow Casey and somewhat avoid Kenneth have all gone their separate ways for various plans. Right now it’s raining quite a lot, but makes for a pleasant white noise for two kids at the public library. This also means Casey has a good enough reason to ignore the ungodly amount of texts on their phone, and gives Kenneth a good enough excuse as to not leave the library, despite being there since it opened.

Ding!

A text alert goes off from Casey’s phone. The only person who's notifications are turned on is Max. “lol” is all it reads and yet, Casey is over the moon. Almost as soon as the ding came from their phone, Casey snatched it from where it was laying and opened it immediately. They had a giant smile across their face as they texted back a reply. It could be considered rude to have your phone notifications on in a library, but does Casey care? Not really. Plus, the only other people here are a couple old folks, and the kid who everyone thinks sleeps in a dumpster. They set the phone back down and got back to their reading.

Kenny is reading silently on a couch within the library, When he hears a ding from across the room. Only sometimes does anyone come in on the weekend, aside from one other regular: Casey Briar. He sits up from the couch and walks over, shelving the book he was reading back into the bookcase. He catches a glimpse of Casey through the space between the books and watches as they frantically type something into their phone. Kenny takes out his notebook and prepares to take notes.

Ding!

Casey gets a text from “Don’t Answer”

“I feel like you’re ignoring me. That’s pretty rude you know😌”

Casey has tried turning this person’s notifications off a million times but they always eventually turn back on.

Ding!

“Come on, I just wanna talk 😉😉😉”

Their face immediately dropped once they looked at their phone. How did these texts always somehow go through? They were sure they had blocked this number at least three times now.

They decide to reply, to much dismay.

Casey: "Is it that obvious? I thought I was pretty subtle."

Once again, they turned off the notifications for this number, and set their phone back on their desk.

Kenny sees Casey's face change expression like emotional whiplash and takes note. Now that they seem to be unoccupied, Kenny walks over and takes a seat closer to where Casey is sitting, nervously fidgeting and scribbling in a small notebook.

Casey first notices the shaggy hair that the kid that sat near them had. They paid him no mind and went back to reading. If he wanted to talk to them, he would have to come talk directly, they were in a bad mood now.

Kenny stops writing in his notebook, shuts it and pulls his chair next to Casey. "Casey Briar, yeah?"

Casey looks to the kid that decided to talk to them. "Yeah. Obviously?" Their tone was a little on edge.

Kenny seemed a bit confused by their response. "Ah, great! It's nice to meet you. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

More and more it seems to be yet another fan, and yet their confusion to Casey’s response seems to hint that they don’t know them all that well. How odd? Everyone in this town knows Casey. At the least…they definitely know the Briar family.

"Look. I'm not really interested right now. You're cute, but I can do better." They shooed him away before going back to their reading.

Kenny is taken aback by Casey’s comment, then starts to laugh. "Ahahaha- oh you're serious... No no, that's not why I'm here. I need to ask you questions about the party that happened last week. I was hoping you'd have some answers."

Casey's eyebrow perked at the mention of the party. Once again remembering the embarrassing scene they made, they flushed. "Whatever you saw, 20 bucks says you didn't see it."

Ding!

“20 bucks says they did 🙃”

With a loud groan, they picked up their phone once more and looked at the notification. Then, their face fell.

Casey: "Which one of the old motherfuckers are you? I'm gonna kill you."

Ding!

“Don’t worry, I’m not here to spy on you, cutie.”

Kenny glances back and forth from Casey and the phone. Casey seems to grow more irritated with every text, and the air around them seems to get heavier. Their face goes red and they slam their phone on the desk.

"What?! What did you want to ask? Go ahead, ask away, I don't give a shit!"

As they slam their phone down the phone seems to shatter, broken way beyond repair, so badly the table has a decent phone sized divot in it. And despite the loud sudden noise, looking around the only librarian nearby seems to be dazed and moves on soon after the pieces settle. Not even bothering to check in with them. Looking at their shattered screen, they groaned again. Casey whispers under their breath. "Oh fucking great."

Kenny stares at the phone dent, glass pieces slammed so hard they affixed themselves into the table. "How ‘bout we talk somewhere else, yeah?"

Casey gives him a glare before sighing. "Whatever."

Kenny walks out of the library, Casey following begrudgingly behind him as he leads them out the front doors of the school, and around to the side alley where it's private.

"Remind me never to get in a fist fight with you.” He laughs awkwardly. “Anywho, the party. I need to know what you remember about that night." Kenny opens back up his notebook.

"I'd suggest you hurry up. And, I don't remember much. I got a concussion and the memories are foggy." Thank luck they had a reasonable excuse after knocking their fucking head against a washing machine. "Why do you care?"

"Did everyone end up blacking out at the party? -ah, whatever. First question: did you notice anything strange happen- anything out of the ordinary?”

"Wow, you're kind of a loser aren't you." They laughed. "No, nothing weird happened. There were no "aliens", there were no robbers, there were many fights but that's the norm for a bunch of drunk teens at a party, and there was no weird shit going on." There were a few beads of sweat trailing down their face.

Kenny could clearly see Casey’s nervous finger tapping and darting eyes. They’re hiding something. Just like Max was. He takes in the response and mumbles as he writes: "Defensive..when..asked...questions..about..party. Okay. Question 2, how'd you hurt your arm"

"I hit a washer too hard while laughing. I was drunk as fuck and ended up slipping and hitting my head, causing that concussion."

"You- hit a washer and broke your arm? Okay, strange." Kenny notes it in his journal. "3rd Question...."

Casey is half paying attention now, more worried about the rain when Kenny says “Third question…” and before Casey can meet their eyes again, Kenny’s leaned in close. He’s looking much more intense, and darker.

“Where's the other Casey?”

“Where's the other Casey” It hits like a brick, and the rain falls away. It’s only the two of them.

Casey seems to hear a ding, from far off, but not actually. Their phone was just shattered. They stare for a good minute at Kenny before answering.

"Another Casey? Oh please, no one is as hot as me, hun. Is this your attempt at an insult?" They laughed off their nervousness.

“You know what I’m talking about. At the party, people say you were in two places at once. There’s another one of you, I’m sure.”

"I dunno, maybe I have some mysterious twin or some bullshit. Why are you listening to some kids who were probably drunk off their ass at a house party anyway?"

“You mean like Max?”

Kenny isn’t trying to be as intimidating as he’s coming off, yet when Casey hears Max’s name, another layer of tension washes over them.

"Yes. Exactly like Max." Their face falls into an annoyed scowl. "What are you trying to get at, stop beating around the bush like a little bitch."

“Hmm…okay…”

Kenny begins pacing, recounting what he remembers.

“Something happened at the party. Someone caused the flood. Police say that it’s from a dented washing machine, but we both know that’s not true. But other than that, someone was at the party. Someone that looked exactly like you. But it wasn’t you. You were moving to the first floor after drunkenly punching a washing machine. At the same time, the other Casey was somehow in the basement you had just came from. Whoever they are, they came to the party with a plan to do something, probably to you if I were to guess. There were things besides that though. Things separate from the other Casey that were… strange. But I need the full picture to understand what’s going on. There’s someone out there looking to cause some chaos. And I know you know something about what happened that night. Chances are there’s a lot of people that know something about what happened.” Kenny stands straight, facing Casey. “You can either help me figure this all out and possibly save your ass from someone out there looking to fuck up your life. Or, you can go back to pretending you have this handled, yeah? So which is it?”

Once again, Casey stares at Kenny. This time it seemed that they were at a loss for words.

"You.. Fuck." They paused again.

"You wanna be some kind of detective or some shit? Ugh- whatever. I didn't actually get a concussion, I knocked my head but it wasn't hard enough to give me something like that. I remember most of what happened, so shoot. What do you want to know exactly because I could go on about the party and completely ignore what you're looking for. That good enough for you?"

When Casey says this a quick but freezing breeze blows through, causing a shiver up their spine. Almost as if an unspoken warning. Kenny less so feels the breeze, with much less intensity. However in a strange way, it feels familiar. Both are now cold in the rain, debating what to say.

Kenny thinks for a moment. "Okay. Let's start with this: I want to know who you remember seeing at the party. Any interesting characters you might remember? And I need to know if anything like this has happened before."

"No, the only person that I talked with was Max and a few other friends of mine. And, also no, this has never happened before."

"Hmm. Okay. How about who do you remember not seeing at the party? Anyone missing or absent that would've been there?"

Now looking back on it, Casey is hit with the memory of a familiar face. The scrawny kid a grade younger. Daun’s brother. They remember this because they've seen the two chatting plenty of times before. Dawn had also been pretty popular so occasionally their crowds mixed. Casey thinks about it more.This kid paid more attention to NotCasey than them. Not only that, but Casey is certain that NotCasey ran into someone before they managed to grab them. The card trick kid. Casey can’t think of their names. Hell, they cant even manage their own friends names.

"Actually.. There was someone I remember. This kid was playing card tricks during the party. We didn't talk, but I caught a glimpse of them and it seemed weird. I hadn't seen them before."

Kenny's eyes light up with surprise as he scribbles down a note "That's right! The card trick kid. They did seem kind of strange. I think they gathered a crowd at some point- might be a good lead. Have you seen them around anywhere outside the party? What do you remember them looking like?"

"Mmmm, they had black hair, it was to their shoulders and pulled to one side. They also had a bow. It was.. red? I think?"

“Perfect. Perfect. Do you know if they go to the school? Have you seen them anywhere else besides the party?”

"No clue, I don't usually pay attention to anyone besides my friends at school. I'm sure they do if they were at the party, though."

The rain has finally started to let up when down the alley a honking is heard.

“Casey dear!”

Casey jumps at the sudden call of their name. When both turn to look at the noise they see an older woman waving through the window of a rather mediocre car.

“Casey hun! I got so worried since you weren’t answering your phone! We have to go, we have the dinner party!” Her voice is cheery yet firm “Not to mention a friend wishes to talk to you! Hurry up now! Let’s go.

“I can drive your…friend?.. home too if needed!”

"Sorry to cut this short, but I need to go. Hope you don't mind." They didn't even offer to give the kid a ride, just waved back and walked to the car.

"Oh, uhhh....." Kenny's voice trails off as Casey makes their way to the car. Kenny looks quite confused, but makes sure to take note of what the car looks like for later reference. Honestly Kenny is a bit relieved that they didn't force the ride idea much more. (edited)

While Kenny doesn’t know much, he does know that Casey’s family is known for their wealth, and the idea of driving in such an average car is off putting. Slightly strange even.

Casey’s mother smiles and waves to Kenny “Well it was nice to meet you K-, Kid!” She quickly rolls up the windows and pulls away, the car missing its license plate.

Kenny stands and watches the car drive away for a moment before closing his notebook and shoving his hands in his pockets. He thinks about the interaction he just had with Casey and ruminates on what might be going on, then walks home, wherever that is today.

Back in the car, Casey is getting scolded by someone who is definitely not their mother.

“You know if you took some fucking time to actually respond civilly, you’d realize I’m not really out to get you. I just want to talk.”

They rolled their eyes, "I just hate talking with you. You're annoying."

As they pass through a tree covered roadway, the darkness slightly hiding the shift, Dawn suddenly appears in the driver's seat and gives Casey a sour look. “And you’re such a peach.”

“First off, thanks for keeping your mouth mostly shut. That kid is becoming more of a pain in my ass by the day. Luckily I’ve had a friend keeping an eye on him. Also lucky you were there at the library too!”

"He was up my ass the entire conversation, wouldn't let up on any details and kept poking. Sorry I couldn't keep everything hidden, it'd be suspicious if I didn't let a little info out." They sighed and put their head to the back of their seat. "And now you're up my ass, too. Fuck this."

“I wouldn’t be up your ass if you would have just listened!!!”

“Listen I just want to talk about an….agreement we might both benefit from.”

"Shoot."

“We both keep our respective secrets, obviously, and then maybe if need be…we help each other out. Simple I scratch your back you scratch mine.”

“Plus I heard you were talking to Max recently? The fucks up with that, you don’t run the same social groups.”

The agreement surprised them, they raised an eyebrow. "Didn't expect you to actually trust me any, to be honest. Sure. Beneficial for both of us, I guess, and maybe you'll finally stop texting me over useless shit." Their face flushed at the mention of Max, "Nothing. We just happened to meet at the party and I wanted to get to- It's just hanging out a little. That's it." They mumbled under their breath.

“I told you, I wasn’t out to get you, I genuinely wanted to discuss things. Neither of us want this shit getting out and well, instead of just blackmailing each other we can get ahead of it all.” She glanced over at the sight of Casey’s face flushing “Yeah. Nothing. Just like it was nothing at the party.” She smiled and laughed to herself “You know if you really want to get to know him more, a tattoo might be a good start. Full price of course.” she says with a grin.

"I think my mom would keel over if she saw me with a tattoo." They scoffed. "It's bad enough that I'm hanging out with Max, and now you. If my mom knew then she'd… fucking freak." It wasn't like they hated the thought of getting to know Max better, but their parents' wishes always came first.

“So? Hide it. Makeup? Blind spots? Long sleeves??? Nah, whatever. It’s not worth the fight. And I wanna clarify we are not friends, we are business partners. We’re not gonna hang out, we gonna meet. Only reason I’m driving you home is because I needed a way to get you out of there. I had to borrow this car.” She finally turns into the long driveway that leads to Casey’s house. She parks right at the entrance. “Get out here I’m not wasting gas on your pompous ass driveway.”

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Fucking asshole." They slammed the door to the car shut and gave the middle finger as Dawn drove away.

She gives a smile and wink to Casey and quickly backs out, driving away blasting music.

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