#up until they turn 45-46

[gch1995]

I just turned 28 years old last month, and it really is gross, overrated, and stupid just how much the US glorifies the 18-25 year old crowd. It’s really sad how the media starts treating you as “early middle-aged” as soon as you turn 26, especially those of us who are women.

As if the majority of us were really all that developed, fun, fulfilled, happy, self-confident, and emotionally mature in our late-teens to early twenties as the media often portrayed us in movies…In reality many of us had barely finished puberty, or were still finishing it, didn’t know what the future held, felt deeply insecure, felt deeply lonely, feared commitment, got offended too easily, had our heads in books for school, and didn’t put too much effort into being physically healthy with shitty food options…

As if the majority of us who are relatively healthy, well-adjusted, and practical Millennials aren’t going to live another 40-60 something years before we die of aging related illnesses or natural causes somewhere between our 80s-90s…That actually means 40-45 years old is when the “middle” technically starts, but the media so often encourages for those of us in our late twenties to thirties to start viewing ourselves as “middle aged.” Just because we’re no longer “baby” adult Zoomers, it doesn’t mean we’re past our physical prime. I’d argue we’re even more in it than we were in our early twenties, but the US media will never admit that because it’s too shallow and creepily youth obsessed.

As if we still haven’t spent more years as a legal minor than a legal adult by the time we reach our 30th birthdays…

As if many of us between our late twenties to mid-thirties (sometimes, even late thirties-early forties) still don’t often get asked to see IDs by bartenders at bars and restaurants when we ask for a drink, and often look physically interchangeable with people between their late-teens to mid-twenties, anyway…

As if many of us between our late 20s-30s still don’t get viewed as “kids” by our Gen X and Boomer coworkers at our jobs, anyway…

As if the average woman of 35+ isn’t still far more likely to naturally and safely carry a perfectly healthy baby to full term with minimal to nonexistent complications up until we reach our late 40s. No, the media encourages those of us who are young women to have a complete meltdown over such a low increase in risks for that usually only start to outweigh the positives a whole decade after our 35th birthday as soon as we turn 30.

I could go on and on, but yeah, you’re not even at the halfway point in life until you reach your 40s. Those of us who are younger Millennials/Zillennials in our late 20s-early 30s still have between another 6-18 years before we get there, and elder Millennials have just barely started “middle age.” In a way, you could argue that they are technically still a part of the young adulthood cohort, too. They are still in their early 40s, perimenopause usually doesn’t start in women until the late forties, and a number of sociologists and psychologists don’t even begin referring to people as “middle age” until they reach 45.

I think it's really funny when tumblr posts are like we need characters that are old pathetic washed up elderly losers with their entire lives behind them lamenting the fact that they wasted their time on earth and have no future as the end draws near. Like 28 years olds or something.

[siameanee]

take your time 🎸 hobie brown x fem!reader

DONT OPEN UR WINDOW FOR HOBIE BROWN AT 3 AM 😱😱‼️‼️💯💯 (REAL) (NOT FAKE)

i don't post. or write fanfictions. this is the first and last fanfic ill write - there just isn't enough hobie brown fics out there. hopped on and said fine ill do it myself 😞 !

also i didnt proofread this 😭

wc: idk might be long tho

tags or desc or whatevr: hobie brown x fem!reader smut, hobie smut, hobie x fem!reader, fingering (r receiving), riding, kinda slow burn (i think), friends to luvas

shmut unda the cut ‼️

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you sat idly in your bed, scrolling through tiktok and giggling every once in a while. you twisted and turned until your gazed lifted from the endless videos and you saw the time: 3 a.m., causing you to plug up your lit up rectangle and turn away from it, hand under the pillow and the other reaching to pull up the covers in an effort to warm your shivering body.

however, your best friend, hobie, had other plans. minutes later, your phone lit up and you flipped back over angrily, trying to get used to the flash of light in your darkened room. 

hobs 🎸

open ur window? got hurt need sum help :)

3:45 a.m.

you furrowed your brows as you leaned up to be able to type. 

hobs 🎸

open ur window in a min? got hurt need sum help

3:45 a.m.

it's 3:45 hobie ... 😭

3:46 a.m.

you waited for his response, letting out a frustrated huff when he didn't respond for a full 4 minutes. as you rested your head on the pillow once again, you heard another ping from your phone as it lit back up one more time. 

hobs 🎸

open ur window in a min? got hurt need sum help

3:45 a.m.

it's 3:45 hobie ... 😭

3:46 a.m.

*Attachment: 1 Image*

says right here 3:46 ? 

3:49 a.m.

you were about to comment on his witty remark until you heard repeated knocks on your left window. as you got up, you discovered a tall handsome male clad in a spidersuit and some plaid trousers leaning down and grinning back at you, pointing to the windowsill. opening the window, he crawls in, lifts up his mask, and lands on your desk chair, groaning.

"what ha-" you started, but you saw his face riddled with wounds and the gashes zigzagging his chest. you closed your mouth and pointed your finger to him. "stay right there, hobie. don't snoop around. i'll be right back with the first-aid kit." you ran out of the room, hearing him shout back at you.

"won't!" hobie shouts from your room, and you can hear the smile in his words.

you return with the first aid kit, and true to his word -- surprisingly, or so you think -- hobie is in the same spot. you settle in between his long, manspreaded legs, tending to his facial wounds. you try not to notice his burning gaze on you as he tilts his head up for you to tend to his wounds. you can see his adams' apple in your peripheral version and you're trying oh so hard to mind your business. to do what he asked you to. to focus. he's your best friend, and all he asked of you was to tend to his wounds.

but when your fingers start to fumble on his face and you drop a bandaid, you're forced to bend down. you're forced to bend down in between his manspreaded legs, and when your cheek accidentally grazes the tent in his trousers on the way down, you realize how difficult this is going to be and you swear you can hear something -- a sound -- emerge in his throat before he clears his throat.

you decide to ignore it however, resurfacing and continuing on his face, trying to ignore the new grin he's wearing and the telltale half-lidded eyes on display for you.

"hobie, stop." you gnaw on your lip, trying not to look at his eyes. 

"stop what?" hobie speaks, causing his grin to widen. 

"whatever the hell you're doing." your eyes flicker to his lips as his tongue darts out to lick his lips, and you pray he didn't notice.

he shrugs and lifts up his hands in faux surrender. "haven't done a thing luv." he smiles.

however, when hobie goes to put his hands back down, they don't land back on his thighs. instead, they land on your hips. your breathing quickens and hobie seems to take notice of this because you notice his grin widens. 

after getting sidetracked and going to his chest wounds so that you wouldn't have to look at that annoyingly pretty ass face of his, you finish tending to his chest wounds and return to his facial wounds to finish sewing them back up too. but when you travel up, hobie's hands do too. his index fingers -- that were hooked under your shirt-- slide up, and he reveals your pink panties, and you catch him looking down to see the gold he's dug up.

"hobie, hands to yourself." you shakily breathe out, trying to focus on his face. you said all this, but you also made no effort to remove his hands off of you, and he seems to have realized.

"yeah? should i really now? you can remove 'em at any time, luv. but you're not. why is that?" he tilts his head to the side to give you better access to a particular wound. you refuse to answer his question, so his deep voice dripping in a cockney accent emerges from his throat once more to ask the question again. "hm?" he asks, his right hand traveling to your back to arch your back and push you into him, so you can feel his boner in between your legs, and this elicits a short, cut off whimper out of you that he obviously takes pride in, as his smile is now handsomely toothy.

"fu-- hobie, please," your hands falter as you continue flimsily working on his face.

"please wha'?" hobie says. "gotta tell me what you want. use your words, huh?" and with that, he hooks his long fingers under your pretty pink panties, tracing the rim. 

his eyes never left yours as he did all of this, and it was apparent to you that he had no shame. 

but you didn't either, because when his fingers were removed from the band of your panties, you whined for him. for the loss of his touch where you needed it most. 

"do you need something?" hobie questions, innocently raising his eyebrow, hands traveling to graze your stomach.

you shake your head, biting your lip, scared to open your mouth just incase anything unwanted slipped out.

"good." he says, grinning from ear to ear as his hand dips to your pooling cunt, nearly dripping on the floor as he pulls your panties to the side, leaving you hissing and your hands fumbling on his face.

"oh no, can't have that doc. pay attention baby. i like how my face looks," he says cockily, rubbing tight circles around your clit.

"mh', hobie, please..." you say, starting to lose feeling in the cold tips of your fingers. 

"told ya to use your words luv." he says, dipping one nimble finger into your dripping hole, eliciting a moan out of you and he seems to swallow it as it leaves your throat.

it wasn't long before he slipped another finger into you, fucking you on his fingers slowly, refusing to curl his fingers up to hit that spot of yours that you needed so badly. you set your tools aside and he stopped moving completely, tutting at you before you picked the tools back up, and he resumed his slow, torturous pace in your cunt. 

"jus' like that baby," he coos after you finish closing up another wound, struggling to keep your composure as his pace starts to go at a cut-throat speed, his digits expertly doing a 'come here' motion against your gummy walls, making you drop your tools once more. he returns to your clit and picks up his pace -- as if it wasn't fast enough already --, making you moan and squirm on his deft fingers. "hobie--" you start, getting cut off by a moan as your grip on his shoulders tighten. "fuck-- please, please, please, please.." you chant. you noticed his gaze wasn't on yours anymore, it was on the way your slick pooled in his palm so mesmerizingly. 

"fuck... that's it baby." he said as you broke apart on his fingers after one more thrust up into your dripping cunt, causing you to cum all over his fingers, all for him, on him, leaving you moaning and shaking on his fingers.

his gaze returned to yours, your face furrowed and your lips glistening from spit, hobie looked you in the eye, making sure you saw him lick all of your taste off of his long fingers, leaving his mouth with an overly lewd 'pop' sound. he then reached for you and pulled you closer to make out with you, exchanging spit. you could taste yourself on his tongue, causing you to moan into his mouth. 

you thought you were done, and you were in bliss, making out with hobie brown, forgetting all about his boner. he was going to make sure you took care of it just like he took care of you, which is why he unzipped his trousers and let you feel his cock spring up rubbing against your stomach. 

you looked down in shock. there was no way that was going to fit in you. he was crazy. "hobie, that's not gonna fit," you say, gaze fixated on his angry red tip.

"yes it is luv. jus' sit on it, yeah?" hobie says, motioning to it. 

you lift your hips, folds grazing the head of his dick. you start to sink down on it, and you let out a loud moan when the tip entered you. you refused to move anymore, looking at him with furrowed brows before he tore his gaze from where you two conjoined and looked at your facial expression.

"fine... gotta do everythin' me fuckin' self don't i?" hobie mumbles, before grabbing onto your hips and slamming you down onto the base of his cock, causing a loud moan and mixed in whimpers to rip out of you. 

"shit... hobs..." you say, resting your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and indulging in the full feeling. 

this only lasted for a couple of seconds due to how impatient your best friend was. soon, you heard a laugh followed by an "i know. fuckin' mesmerizin' innit?" hobie says, lifting your hips on his cock, before pushing you back down, eliciting a whimper out of your chest, causing you to reemerge and start bouncing yourself on his cock.

"fuck yes..." hobie says, groaning. "jus' like that baby. c'mon."

this made you bounce faster and start moving your hips around. hobie started to meet you in the middle with thrusts, the air becoming hot and steamy and filled with the mixture of your moans.

"oh my.. ha--...hobie..." your nails dug into his back as he thrust up into you. he didn't respond, but he started to trace circles around that pretty little nub of yours. "gonna cum for me baby? cum for me yeah? come on, all over my dick. cum for me please, i want it so badly. need you to cum all over my dick for me, please luv," hobie shamelessly whined in your ear.

and fuck, did he get what he asked for. his words sent you over the edge, making you cum all over that long-ass dick of his, forming a pretty white ring around the base of his cock as your cum dripped and followed the winding paths of his bulging veins. he noticed your eyes were off of his and on the enchanting scene in between you both, and with that he took your jaw in his hand and forced you to look him in the eyes. "keep ye fuckin' eyes on me, yeah?" he said in between heavenly groans that made you wonder if you could get wetter than you already were.

as he fucked you through your orgasm, stars formed in your vision and tears clouded your eyes as hobie groaned into your ear. with one more jerk up into your dripping cunt, hobie -- your 'best friend', need i remind you -- spilled his seed into you, slipping out of you, carrying you to your bed and fucking all of his escaping cum right back into your cunt with two digits, sticking the same two down your throat. 

"suck." he ordered, and you followed. 

he pulled your panties right back over your slick folds and laid beside you like he didn't just take your soul from you, fuck it, and return it to your body. 

"i think i like you," is all that british motherfucker says, facing you with an annoying -- but incredibly attractive at that -- shit-eating grin.

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authors note:

i did this in under 3 hours dont criticize anything please ill cry

hobie brainrot is going crazy rn!!!! give him more love so i dont have to anymore!!!

hobartholomew needs to be put in jail 😞😞

[airaibunny]

GENERAL SMUT PROMPTS

1. “i need you, right here/now”

2. “louder/quieter”

3. “i dont care who’s outside”

4. “do you want them to hear?”

5. “what if i dont?”

6. “make me”

7. “you don’t get to tell me what to do”

8. “that’s strike 1/2/3”

9. “if you stop, i’ll stop”

10. “no more, please, i can’t”

11. “where are your manners?”

12. “what did you say?”

13. “try again”

14. “but the cameras” - “they can’t see us from this angle, if you can stay still”

15. “you don’t get to touch”

16. “i’m begging you, touch me, please”

17. “beg for it”

18. “i said no”

19. “stop pushing, it wont end well”

20. “you look so fucking hot right now”

21. “you don’t need anything, you want it”

22. “say it”

23. “use your words”

24. “i can’t understand you”

25. “i can’t read your mind”

26. “could he/she do it better?”

27. “do you wish it was *name* touching you right now?”

28. “play with me”

29. “you’re such a needy girl”

30. “i don’t think your stage outfits cover that”

31. “let me focus”

32. “sluts don’t get to make requests”

33. “what happened? you wanted this so bad five minutes ago”

34. “stop talking”

35. “did i give you permission to talk?”

36. “you don’t understand how angry i am right now”

37. “you’re fucking soaked”

38. “you make me so wet”

39. “why are you already squirming”

40. “can i ask you for something?”

41. “please don’t stop”

42. “please don’t think i’m weird for this”

43. “i’ve been waiting all day”

44. “does that turn you on?”

45. “i need your fingers”

46. “i want you to fuck me”

47. “do it like you mean it”

48. “scream my name while you cum”

49. “call me mommy”

50. “touch yourself, i want to watch”

51. “come here, now.”

52. “on your knees”

53. “turn around”

54. “bend over”

55. “spread your legs/spread your legs further”

56. “you can barely speak, so cute”

57. “you’re so flushed, pretty girl”

58. “sit on my thigh/face/etc”

59. “lift up your leg”

60. “i’m bored, let’s play”

61. “i can see you staring at my tits/thigh/ass”

62. “if you make me/if i have to stop this car, im going to make sure you can’t walk out of it without my help”

63. “harder”

64. “let me do it”

65. “i didnt mean to, im sorry”

66. “dont cum until i tell you to”

67. “what if i just leave you here, wet and needy”

68. “what’s the safe word? you’re going to need it”

69. “what about you?”

70. “it’s my turn now”

71. “i didn’t mean to call you that, i’m sorry”

72. “you look so pretty on your knees”

73. “what are you going to do? punish me?”

74. “i think i deserve a reward”

75. “your *body part* are/is so pretty”

76. “i really don’t care that we’re in public”

77. “keep it up, you won’t like the situation you end up in”

78. “who do you think you are?”

79. “spank me”

80. “choke me”

81. “bite me”

82. “no, don’t go”

83. “you can practice on me”

84. “this is a one time thing”

85. “i thought you said it was a one time thing?”

86. “we can’t do this”

87. “i ordered us something”

88. “that looks too big”

89. “are you comfortable?”

90. “grab the handcuffs and come back here”

91. “you bought a vibrator?”

92. “how do i look?”

93. “you taste so sweet”

94. “i’m/it’s all over your chin”

95. “do you want to try?”

96. “you’re so cute”

97. “do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

98. “why are you being so shy? it’s not like i haven’t already seen all of you”

99. “can we use a toy?”

100. “can i use a toy on you?”

101. “good girl, keep going/just like that”

102. “you’re doing such a good job”

103. “i’m so proud of you”

104. “nobody can know about this, okay?”

105. “how are you so close already?”

106. “i can see how wet you are through your shorts”

107. “can you be quick?”

108. “please, i’ll finish fast”

109. “use your mouth”

110. “why do you get so shy when i use that word?”

111. “i love your tits/ass/etc”

112. “where do you want me to touch you?” - “down there…” - “say the word”

113. “stop teasing me”

114. “i like it when you’re mad”

115. “punish me”

116. “are you going to stop me?”

117. “on the counter/table/etc?”

118. “you’re the only one that gets to touch”

119. “have you seen the things the the fans write about you and *other member*?”

120. “i don’t care what the fans think”

121. “i really need to finish this”

122. “this is exactly how i imagined it”

123. “is that my shirt/underwear/etc?”

124. “everyone else is gone”

125. “fuck, i wish this room was soundproof”

126. “shut up”

127. “relax, angel”

128. “keep doing that, please”

129. “you feel so good”

130. “your skin is so soft”

131. “kiss/touch me, everywhere”

132. “no, you started this, now you’re going to finish it”

133. “pull my hair”

134. “open your mouth”

135. “clean my fingers, this is your mess”

136. “you’re such a messy girl”

137. “why are you so hot”

138. “fuck, i love you so much”

139. “take off your underwear” - “but, there’s other people here” - “they won’t see you, there’s an entire table here”

140. “you’re so gorgeous”

141. “open your eyes”

142. “look at me while you cum”

143. “do you want me to use my fingers/mouth?”

144. “i want you to keep going, forever”

145. “do you want to join me”

146. “you’re not allowed to touch”

147. “bad girls/sluts don’t get to cum”

148. “can you tell me what you did wrong?”

149. “explain what you did, if you don’t finish before you cum, you don’t get to finish again for the rest of the night”

150. “you’re all mine” - “hm…” - “say it” - “i’m all yours”

151. “you’re such a fucking slut/whore/cunt”

152. “how bad do you want it?”

153. “make me cry”

154. “ruin me”

155. “i want to do so many things to you”

156. “you look amazing, really, but i think i prefer the dress on the floor”

157. “i need you”

158. “if you ever pull a stunt like that again, i won’t wait until we get to our bedroom”

159. “say that again, i dare you”

160. “it’s too late for this” - “you don’t have to do anything, just stay laying down”

161. “what does this make us?”

162. “i love making you so flustered, it’s so cute”

163. “do you like it when i touch right here?”

164. “can you stay quiet if i take this call?”

165. “we could get kicked out for this”

166. “don’t make me say it, you know what i want”

167. “let me eat you out while you do that”

168. “can you teach me?”

169. “can i call you mommy?”

170. “what would the others think of this? their innocent little maknae being such a whore”

171. “shower with me”

172. “put your leg over my shoulder”

173. “there’s no one else here, be louder”

174. “look what you did”

175. “i want to taste you”

176. “i’m going to fuck you against the windows, i want everyone to see how good you are”

177. “stop being gentle”

178. “i don’t care what you do, just touch me”

179. “i want to fuck you so bad”

180. “i want to feel you, inside”

181. “i promise i’ll be good, just please…”

182. “you can’t leave marks”

183. “you’re not going to fall, i’ve got you”

184. “we are not doing this standing, there’s a bed right there”

185. “do you like it when i spank you right there?”

186. “stop moving on your own, you’ll take what i give you”

187. “use my thigh”

188. “if you hate me so much, why are you letting me do this?”

189. “you’re really telling me to stop while both of your hands are in my shirt?”

190. “i still hate you”

191. “this is just sex, no strings”

192. “fuck you” - “well, that’s what we’re doing isn’t it?”

193. “you looked so hot out there”

194. “you can take it like a good girl, right?”

195. “swallow”

196. “i’ll untie you if you’re good”

197. “you heard me”

198. “that was a nice way to wake up”

199. “i want to make a mess of you”

200. “breathe, please”

201. “take it like a good girl”

202. “why don’t you make it up to me?”

203. “you think your begging is going to change my mind?”

204. “i don’t care that you’re sorry”

[gremlinvanfleet]

just a little harder... - h.s.

masterlist

summary: harry had a rough day and needed to be a little more rough with you as well. 

word count: 1,353

you knew he had been in meetings all day. he was out of the house early this morning and wouldn’t be back until late. you had been at work yourself, but the thought of him being in his boring public relations discussions had been in the back of your head for all 8 hours of the shift. 

you checked your watch. an hour and a half before your day is over and only an hour before harry gets home. you heard your phone buzz on the desk. 

9:46 pm 

harry: baby… i’m home. eta? 

you: 90 minutes 

harry: specific. counting the seconds?

you: been thinking about you today. its hard not to

harry: cute. hurry home please. 

you: trying my best love 

harry: that’s my girl <3

the texts from him made the last little bit of the day go by a bit faster and you found yourself on the highway faster than you’d initially thought. not much longer before you get to see your boy. 

you put your key into the sticky lock and gave it a wiggle and a pull before the door finally swung open. you surveyed the living room but harry was nowhere to be found. 

“harry? i’m home!” you called out while bending down to untie your shoes. you heard shuffling upstairs then thudding footsteps on the oak stairs. 

“there she is.” his voice was a bit huskier than usual. he gently ran his hand up the underside of your thigh and rested it on your ass. “missed you.” 

you turned around to face him and met his darkened and sleepy looking eyes. 

“how were the meetings?” you asked, running your hands up his chest. 

“you know the answer to that. too many people, all of them saying the same shit with different verbs.” he rolled his eyes. 

“hm. if it makes you feel any better, i lost the key to the copier room today. took everyone like 45 minutes find it.” you giggled. he smiled. “but i was the one to really narrow it down.” “well i should hope so, you were the one who misplaced it, after all.” you gently smacked him. he chuckled and squeezed your cheeks together. you stuck your tongue out at him and slid out of his grasp to head upstairs. 

he wordlessly followed you and watched as you undressed and put on shorts and a tank top. 

“fuck baby, you wear that well…” he gawked at you. you felt the redness that was starting on your face move to the rest of your body. 

he made his way over to you swiftly and planted his lips onto yours. you reciprocated and wove your hands in his hair. it was soft, meaning he hadn’t put any product in it today. casual, just the way you like him.  he grunted softly into the kiss. his lips were so soft and he had the taste of a smoothie on his lips. he must’ve stopped for one before he got home. you pushed your body up against his toned abdomen and deepened the kiss. he grunted into your mouth. 

“mm, i missed your taste today.” he mumbled as he pulled away from you. he gently smacked your hip twice, prompting you to move into the bed. you obliged and quickly took your tank top off. with how thin it was, it wouldn’t have even made much of a difference in what he’d be seeing. 

��already so ready for me, huh? that’s my good girl.” he looked down at you. the angle made his eyes look a greedy shade of green. 

“always.” you whispered. he quickly pulled himself on the bed and between your legs and began the ravishing of your lips. he ran his hand that wasn’t holding him up to your chest and groped harshly. you gasped and he smirked against you, pushing his tongue further in your mouth. 

he ground his hips onto yours and you could feel how hard he was already pushed against your heat. you matched this rhythm. the friction was so good you needed to pull away from him to catch your breath. 

“please, harry. i need you so bad.” you stared into his eyes. he chuckled and his hands quickly found your shorts and pulled them off. he paused for a moment to look at you.  

“i don’t think i’ll ever get sick of seeing you like this for me.” he kissed up your legs to your chest. “only for me…” he mumbled against your goosebump covered skin. every touch of his lips would send searing hot electricity to your cunt. 

you couldn’t take the teasing anymore so you trailed your hand down to your pussy to relive something. you got maybe one rub in before harry noticed and grabbed your wrist. 

“not yet, darling. i’ll take care of you soon.” he smiled sweetly at you even though the most filthy thoughts were happening beneath him. 

he began kissing down your body again, and spend time kissing the inside of your thighs. the drawn out teasing was absolutely agonizing. you whined and pushed your hips up. he smirked and pushed you down with his hand on your pelvis. he finally made his way to your clit. his lips attached and bombarded it with his tongue. you cried out and pushed yourself harder onto his face. he groaned into you. the vibrations went up your entire body. his fingers slid into your sopping hole and he curled them in the most delicious way. you felt your orgasm blossoming in your core. 

“f-fuck! please, harry…” you moaned pathetically. he laughed. 

“please what, baby?” he pulled away from your clit but his fingers were still hitting that spot with every thrust. 

“please, can i cum?” you whined. “please.” 

“aw, yes you can. cum for me. all over my hand.” his mouth was back on your clit and that drew you over that cliff into pure bliss. you clenched hard against him and cried his name. 

“that’s it, that’s it baby. just like that.” he coaxed you through your high. he watched you twitch and smirked. so proud of what he just made you feel. you crossed your legs and closed your eyes. 

“not yet, doll.” he tapped your knee, wanting you to open your legs. you did and he had already pulled himself out of his pants. he wasted no time in sliding his tip up and down your slit to collect your orgasm and pushed himself into you. “fuck me.” he groaned. you whined as he pulled out a bit more only to push back in with more fervour. your legs shook with every thrust from his strong hips. 

“just a little more, baby. just a little harder…” he panted. you couldn’t do anything but nod as he set an unforgiving pace on your little cunt. 

you could feel the soreness creeping with every grunt from him but you didn’t care. all you knew is that his cock was in you and if felt too fucking good for anything else to matter in that moment. you felt yourself coming close to the edge again. he could tell but he didn’t let up for a second. you weakly clenched around him once again. he pushed himself deep and let go completely. you felt his cum paint the inside of your pussy as he moaned and whined into your ear. the sounds were downright sinful but so beautiful coming from him. beautiful men make beautiful sounds. he pulled out of you and the sensitivity made you cry out. he chuckled and pulled you into his heaving chest. both of your breaths settled and you nuzzled into him. 

“you okay, darling?” he whispered. “i’m sorry if that was too much. i missed you so much today and needed you…” 

“i’m okay. it felt so good.” you managed out, half asleep. you knew it would make his ego grow more but he needed to know. 

“hm. my good girl.” he kissed the top of your head and pulled the blanket up over the two of you. 

a good sleep was on its way. 

© gremlinvanfleet 2023 <3

[apomaro-mellow]

Wrong Number 4

Steve was eternally grateful that he'd finally told Robin about Eddie. Because now, he could torture her with his outfit choices. Robin groaned and covered her eyes as Steve held out more shirts.

"What do you think? Stripes or no stripes?"

"Steeeeeeve", Robin whined.

"You're the one that told me stripes really shows off my chest."

"Is Eddie a tits guy? Or an ass man?"

Steve put the shirts back in the closet. "I don't know. I don't know Robin and the fact that this is a video call date makes it worse."

"Actually....actually it makes it better." Robin uncovered her face and grabbed Steve's shoulders. "You'll be on the phone the whole time!"

"Yes...We've established this", Steve said, not sure where she was going with this.

"I mean, if you're doing a video call, YOU control what Eddie sees."

Steve stared at her face for a long while as she simply emoted using her eyebrows. "Robin, no."

"Robin, yes. Come on. We're going shopping. You're waaay overdue for this. And I need a couple of things myself."

"Things going that well with Chrissy?", Steve asked right before Robin threw his shoes at him.

"What do you think I'm doing while you're on your date?", Robin grinned.

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Eddie's excitement just got more and more intense with each day. By Wednesday he was vibrating any time his hands weren't occupied with something. He only hoped it didn't translate to his texts. Cool as a cucumber, that was his motto when it came to Steve. He couldn't come on too strong.

(9:45 am) Thinking about those beefy thighs (9:46 am) god i wanna wrap them around my head

Perfect. Smooth. And not too much.

At least he didn't think so at the time. About an hour later Eddie remembered that Steve was at work and possibly reading that text in a room full of prepubescents. And he knew he was going to reap what he sowed when Steve texted him later.

[12:01 pm] You are the ultimate distraction.

(12:02 pm) sry. i forgot you were at work

[12:03 pm] I don't think you are sorry. In fact, I think you need to be punished.

Eddie needed to get a job in coding because there was no emoji that properly conveyed the intensity of the 'boi-yoi-yoi-yoing' going on in his pants. How grateful he was that he didn't need to talk. Texting would cover any stuttering he was sure to do.

(12:04 pm) punishment? 😏 (12:04 pm) what kind of punishment?

[12:05 pm] See me after class, Mr. Munson.

God, four o'clock couldn't come fast enough. Eddie knew that'd be around the time Steve got home from work. He spent about an hour rolling around in bed before getting up, needing to distract himself. He wasn't due for work today, but he went in anyway to loiter.

"I can tell you're horny and I can tell you're just idling until you get your dick wet. Get lost, some of us have actual work to do", Jeff said.

Eddie let out a dramatic gasp. "Jeffery! Jeffords! Jeffaniel! Jeffanie!"

"Are you just going to sit there, making up full names for me or are you gonna get off your ass?"

"I'll replace all the boards and sweep out the alleys for the next two hours", Eddie said, holding his hands together like he was praying to his friend.

Jeff rubbed his chin as he considered it. "Only if you take this next party I have coming in."

Eddie looked at the group arriving. There had to be at least a dozen. And he just knew they only reserved one lane. They always only reserved one lane.

"You drive a hard bargain Jimothy."

"Not even close", Jeff crossed his arms. "And it's this or whatever ants in your pants you'll do if you're unoccupied."

Curse his friends for knowing him so well. Eddie held up his end of the deal, taking care of the party. Turned out it was a birthday party (happy 14th Ashton). But two hours later, the time had passed and Eddie went back home. He still had an hour to spare (he didn't want to leave Steve waiting), so he spent the rest of the time coming up with some ideas for their date in a few days.

[4:04 pm] Are you home?

(4:05 pm) At home and awaiting orders gorgeous (4:05 pm) Have I been a bad boy Mr. Harrington?

Eddie's phone rang and he picked it up as he crashed onto his bed. He knew Steve could hear it when he laughed on the other end.

"You need to keep a tighter lid on those urges. It was a lucky break that all the kids were focused on their dishes that they didn't see the face I made."

"Truly, my bad Stevie. But I can't help what you do to me."

Steve chuckled. "Not even a little?"

"Not one bit. Okay, maybe a little bit. The truth is, I could've said a lot more, but I was holding back."

"Really now? And what would you have said if you weren't holding back?"

Eddie could hear something that sounded like movement in a bed. Steve was getting comfortable too. He thought about the picture he had saved, of Steve's lower body in those shorts. He had been laying in bed then too. Eddie let his mind wander for a bit. What he'd do if Steve were really in bed beside him...

"Baby if you were here right now, I'd have my hands all over you. You'd think I was an octopus."

"Tell me where you'd touch me first", Steve said.

"Well I'm still thinkin' of those legs of yours. You like massages, Stevie? I could rub you down all day."

Steve imagined Eddie digging his fingers into his muscles. That would really hit the spot, especially after a workout. "Mmm, and then?"

"And then I'd wrap them around my head, like I said. I saw what you were packin' in those shorts, baby. I would love to get my mouth on you."

Eddie heard Steve let out a soft moan and he definitely heard a zipper and some shifting. God, the image of Steve stroking himself... Eddie unzipped his pants too, palming at himself while the other hand kept an ever tightening hold on the phone.

"Eddieee..."

"I wanna hear everything, baby. I'm working so hard sucking you off, I deserve to know how good I'm making you feel."

"So good, uh", Steve let out a small breath at the end.

"Yeah? I haven't even told you how I'd rock your world yet", Eddie grinned.

"I just know...You're so good with your mouth."

"You like the way I lick you up and down? How I kiss that beautiful tip?" Eddie knew he had a dick just as handsome as the rest of him, never mind that he had yet to see Steve's whole face yet. His hand pumped up and down as he envisioned the weight of Steve in his mouth. He thought about getting drunk on that taste.

Eddie groaned and his eyes fluttered close, his mouth moving faster than his brain. "Do you shave Steve?"

"....No...is that a problem?"

"Ohh it's the opposite of a problem babe. I bet you got a thick bush. I'd sink all the way down, bury my nose in it while you're fucking my throat."

Steve let out the most delicious sound as he came and Eddie wasn't too far behind. It was like he was there, hairs coarse and curly rough against his skin while Steve moaned right into his ear.

"Mmm", Steve hummed. "I know you look good now. My cum dripping off your lips."

"I'd swallow it all, sweetness. I wouldn't waste a single drop." He would take all that Steve gave him and then some. He was a greedy man.

"I know you wouldn't. I don't allow anything to go to waste in my classroom. Have you learned your lesson, Mr. Munson?"

"Maaaybeee. I might need another lesson, Mr. Harrington. Say, this Friday, at eight?", Eddie teased.

"I suppose you'll need more help studying. Don't be late, mister."

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For once, Steve didn't linger after work. He made sure the kids cleaned up every last dish before the last period even ended. He even let them go a minute and a half before the bell. When Steve left, he went the back way to avoid most of the other teachers and that pre-weekend conversation. He got home right away and started getting ready. Robin had her own date tonight which meant he had limited time to get her help and last minute input.

When she got home from work, the apartment was a flurry of activity between them.

"Steve, I need the blow dryer!"

"Wait! I'm almost done!"

They both crashed into each other's spaces as they tried using the one bathroom mirror.

"Why can't you use your stupid vanity mirror?", Robin asked.

"That mirror is just for my hair and it's too small."

Robin gave him a side eye. "Is that my eyeliner?"

"Is that my face cream?"

For some reason, Robin insisted on getting dressed in his room, which meant at some points their outfits got switched around and they had to re-dress. The pandemonium finally quieted when Robin left for her date and Steve was at last alone for his. It was at 8:00 sharp that Eddie sent a text.

(8:00 pm) Knock knock 😙

Steve smiled as he started a video call. His heart fluttered at the thought of finally seeing Eddie's full face. So imagine his surprise when he was instead met with a hand that had a face drawn on it. And what could only be Eddie doing a deeper, character voice.

"Hello my love. Are you ready for the romancing tonight? I hope I get lucky, ehehehehe."

To which Steve couldn't help but burst out in laughter. Any nerves he might've had flew away.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm a proper young man. I don't think I could court with someone who was so...handsy."

"I wouldn't lay a finger on you without your permission, lovely. But maybe a few smooches. Muahmuahmuah!" Eddie's hand attacked his phone's camera with kisses and Steve giggled like it was actually touching him.

As his laughing fit subsided, only then did Eddie reveal his face. He took Steve's breath away. He was literally speechless and just stood there staring, which made Eddie start to squirm a little.

"You tryina turn me to stone, Medusa?", Eddie joked.

"Sorry!", Steve apologized when he realized he had been staring. "You just...you look really nice Eddie."

"You don't look too bad yourself, handsome", Eddie smiled.

That was putting it lightly. For the both of them really. Steve felt like he was talking to the perfect man. Eddie felt like Steve had walked right out of his wet dreams.

"So, what did you order?", Steve asked as he sat down at his table. He made sure his phone was angled that it only showed him from the waist up. Robin had the bright idea that since he could control what Eddie saw, he could wear whatever he wanted under the line of sight.

He was currently wearing a blue and white striped polo shirt. And beneath that, some lacy, navy blue panties. Maybe Eddie would find out, maybe he wouldn't. Steve had his phone on the table, propped up against some books.

"I ordered the Munson special. A grilled cheese with potato soup."

"Oh, that's a Munson special, hm?"

"Damn straight. Tomato soup is still a classic, but I'd die for a potato. What'd you get?"

"I have some leftover pasta that I just added some mushrooms too. Nothing too fancy."

"Unless it's one of those truffles", Eddie pointed out.

Steve rolled his eyes as he twirled his fork. "Truffles? On a teacher's salary?"

"Hey, you could be secretly rich."

"Oh if I win the lottery, there will be signs."

"Like 5th graders using authentic truffles", Eddie nodded to himself.

They kept talking throughout their dinner and then took each other to their sinks to wash the dishes together. Eddie talked more about his friends. Some of which he worked with and the band he was in. Steve wasn't super into metal, but he liked it enough to be interested in whatever Eddie did.

When they had talked about their date night and discussed their options, they decided on dinner and a movie. Once the dishes were cleaned, Steve took Eddie over to the living room and he sat down between the coffee table and propped him against another set of books as they both queued up the movie on their ends.

"You know it's been a really long time since I've seen this movie", Steve said. "I think I was literally a kid."

"There was a time when this was literally my religion", Eddie said as Quest for Camelot started to play.

Steve knew Eddie was into Dungeons & Dragons, so him being in love with a fantasy movie made total sense.

"Did you have a crush on Garrett when you were a kid?", Steve asked, later during the movie.

"'Did'? I'd still let him use that staff on me six ways to Sunday!"

Steve laughed and he was coming to realize he laughed with Eddie much more than any of his dates in a long while.

"I'm gonna go grab a drink", Steve said as he got up. He nearly asked Eddie if he wanted something. It really was like he was right there with him. Steve grabbed a soda and then came back, sitting down in his spot again when he saw Eddie's expression.

He was silent, which was rare.

His eyes were bulging out of his head and his hand was over his mouth.

Steve was about to ask what was wrong when Eddie's eyes flicked down and then Steve got it. He had stood up. In full view of his phone. And then turned to go into the kitchen.

Eddie had gotten a first rate view of his panties.

Part 6

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Trailer park Steve AU part 46

part 1 | part 45 | ao3

cw: recreational drinking

Somewhere around the second chorus, Nancy finally stops twirling, head down and eyes closed as she wobbles dangerously in place — Steve can see Jon tensing just in case he needs to jump in and save her from busting her ass — and when she looks up, her eyes lock on Steve like she's seeing him for the first time in forty years.

“Steeeeeve!” she slurs, smile sloshing over her features like a splash of spilled punch.

Good god. “Hey, Nance.”

She reaches over and paws at his arm, a swiping motion like she's either about to yank him in for a hug or wipe some lint off his sleeve, and says, “Steve, I— I, um- can- can we...?”

With a determined look in her glossy eyes, she pitches forward and slams into him. Steve goes flopping backward into a squishy leather armchair and lands with a lapful of Nancy. Nancy Wheeler, the ex who dumped him at a party not unlike this one. Who left him for a guy standing a foot and a half away.

Who's snickering into the crook of his neck now as she clings to his shoulders to try and stop herself from slinking sideways to the floor.

Steve throws Eddie and Jonathan matching looks — something between 'this okay?' and 'what the actual fuck?' — but Jon just shrugs like what're ya gonna do? and Eddie gives him a quick wink and turns his attention back to the boys.

Super helpful, Ed. Thanks so fucking much.

“Hiii,” Nancy giggles, looping her arms tighter around his neck to hold herself upright. It should seem flirty, but it doesn’t, somehow. Feels more like… sisterly concern?

Feels fucking weird, is what.

“Hi,” he says a little stiffly, his arms hovering in a loose bracket on either side of her in case she topples. He feels a little bad for being standoffish when she's in a sweet and friendly mood; doesn't want to be a buzzkill, but he doesn't exactly know what to do with an armful of happy-go-lucky hammered Nance.

Never did, really, because he couldn’t ever tell when it was genuine or not. Which was kinda the whole problem, wasn’t it?

Nancy pokes at the edge of the frown he didn't realize he was making. "Aw, don't..." she mumbles with a wounded little sound, her eyes sliding over his face, head bobbling like she's standing on the deck of a ship. “Or do," she hiccups and swallows a burp. Her lower lip trembles. "I prob'ly deser— deserve it."

Steve sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He would've killed for this conversation twelve months ago; would've killed to hear it sober and asking for him back.

Now he mostly feels bad for making her feel bad, even though she’s not exactly wrong. Maybe she did deserve it, once. But not here; not now. “No, you don’t,” he sighs and lets his arm skim her waist. “You don’t. You should be enjoying the party, I’m sorry.”

She protests with an almost violent shake of her head. “No,” she insists, overenunciating the word. “No. I do. I was…"

She straightens her spine and stares at him like she's trying to bore a hole through his head; like this is important. Like there's a cut on her hand and gasoline in the carpet. "I was bullshit.” She jabs her pointer finger against her breastbone. “I was.”

Steve blinks at her. Feels tears bead in his eyes and slither into his sinuses. Gently, he reaches out and pushes down on the back of her hand; guides it away from her chest until it falls back to her lap.

“Think maybe we both were,” he offers with a quiet sniff. Takes a second to just breathe, sharp and wet through his nose. “Thank you, though. For saying that. Means a lot.”

Her eyes still look sad, but the corners of her mouth lift in a small, hopeful tick. “It does?”

“Yeah.”

Across the room, someone clambers onto a kitchen counter and hollers, "Hey! Listen up!"

The music pauses; the moment breaks. The crowd turns to the guy, who cups his hands around his mouth and announces, “Fifteen minutes to midnight! Find your make-out buddy, folks!"

Commotion as everyone scrambles to pair up: Nancy looks at Jonathan and stumbles off Steve’s lap; Gareth stares forlornly at a girl over by the stairs; Frank purses his lips and tells Jeff to start puckerin’, princess, and Jeff laughs and shoves him with a playful "fuck off, dude."

Eddie’s only got eyes for Steve.

He’s staring right at him, eyes lit up with desire; twinkling stars in deep woods. “Get a refill with me?” he asks as he offers Steve a hand.

Steve stands and does his best not to sway into Eddie’s arms.

“Oh, my god," Robin mutters over the rim of her cup, "so we’re not seeing you two again tonight."

“What was that?” Steve asks. Eddie sticks his tongue out at her.

“Nothing, dinguses,” she sighs. “Happy new year.”

Steve wishes her the same, reaching out to link their pinkies and giving hers a quick squeeze. Pinky hug; love you, too. As he and Eddie shuffle past, Steve sees Argyle turn to Robin and casually try to shoot his shot.

“Hey, pretty bird lady…” he starts.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Robin responds by making crazy eyes and bleating out a nervous laugh that roughly translates to sorry sorry sorry sorry and never in a million years; Steve's tempted to lean over and clap a hand over her mouth to put her out of her gay misery, but Argyle's the most chill dude on the planet, apparently, because he doesn't even seem fazed.

“No sweat, my guy,” he shrugs and extends a closed hand. “Midnight fist bump instead?”

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part 47

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Hi!! I have a suggestion for kinktober! Could you please write a fic about ethan and y/n being childhood bestfriends then taking eachothers virginities in college? Please make it very sweet and fluffy

𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 DAY 7

Virginity

MINORS DNI

Pairing: (Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Fluff, smut)

Main Masterlist

𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

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Y/N could say her life was pretty good and she wouldn’t be lying. She had a good group of friends, enrolled in classes she actually liked, and was happy with herself. The only problem was that she was madly in love with her best friend of eight years. 

He was currently on his stomach as he watched a movie peacefully on her bed. She was at her desk working on homework. 

Ethan groaned for the umpteenth time, causing Y/N to roll her eyes. She spun around in her chair, stopping to be facing him. “What is it now?” 

Ethan rolled on his back, his arms sprawled out. He bent his head backwards to rest on the edge of the bed and looked at her. His curls bounced back as he pouted. “I’m bored. You said it’d take thirty minutes, not thirty hours.” He complained. 

“It’s been an hour.” 

“So you admit it’s been more than thirty minutes?” 

She dryly laughed before spinning back to her desk, earning a groan from Ethan. The truth was, she hadn’t got a single drop of work done. The whole time she had been texting a boy from her class, Greg. 

He sneakily walked over to her and peeked over her shoulder. His face dropped upon seeing her phone. Ethan looked at her sadly, but shook it off as he grabbed her phone. 

“Ethan!” 

Ethan giggled mischievously as he held her phone in the air away from her. She pulled on his arm, but she knew he was ten times stronger than her. 

“Who’s Greg?” He cooed as he teased. He scrolled through the text thread. 

“Ethan give me my phone back!” She yelled as she clawed at Ethan’s chest. His stomach only bubbled with laughter as he held his free hand out to push her away. 

Opposite of what Ethan thought he’d find, Y/N was scared Ethan would see the texts from Greg giving Y/N advice on asking Ethan out. “Wow you’re sending him outfit ideas?” Y/N’s eyes widened as he teased further. “You never send me outfit ideas.”

“Ethan please,” she pleaded. 

Ethan only put on a faux smile as he continued to scroll. His thumb froze on the screen, and his smile faded. His eyes rolled over the words as his arm lowered, allowing Y/N to snatch her phone from him. 

She nervously looked to her phone, seeing Ethan stopped on the texts she didn’t want him to see. 

Greg 

you won’t be happy until you tell him y/n

9:45 pm

Y/N

I cant

Hes my best friend everything would go to shit

9:46 pm

Greg 

Just give it a chance

Maybe he likes you!

9:48 pm

Y/N

I doubt it

He’d probably hate me if he knew

9:51 pm

Her face turned warm as she read the messages, and Ethan stood still. “How could you think I could ever hate you?” Ethan asked smally. 

“Because it’s weird,” she slumped her shoulders, turning away from Ethan. Ethan placed his hand on her shoulder, and he tilted his head to look around her shoulder. 

“It’s not weird. I like you too.” Ethan smiled nervously. “I have for a while.” 

“Really?” She asked, finally turning to him. He nodded and placed his hand on her cheek. They looked at each other for a moment, and then she yanked on his collar, pulling him into a rough kiss. Ethan moaned softly as her lips moved against his. 

It was better than she could ever imagine. His lips were soft and felt as if they were molded to fit against hers. She snaked her hands up his chest, and Ethan’s hands went to her hips. He pulled her closer to his body, earning a gasp from her. 

He backed them up towards her bed, pulling her down with him as he sat on the edge of the bed. His cheeks glowed a light shade of red at their position. 

“Y/N,” He trailed off in a whisper. He played with the hem of her shirt as he looked down. 

“Yes?” She answered softly. 

He pecked her lips. “Are you a virgin?” 

She laughed slightly, and she ran her fingers through his curls. “You know I am.”

“I didn’t know. I thought you and that one boyfriend…” She shook her head. “Good. I-I wanna be your first. I wanna be the one that takes your virginity away. I wanna be the first one inside you.” Her face grew warm at his words. His hands slowly moved under her shirt, reaching to the waistband of her shorts. “I wanna be the first dick you ever feel stretch you, hell, the only dick. I’m all yours, and you’re only mine.” 

He ravished her neck with his lips, and his hand reached to her panties. He smiled against her neck as he felt how wet she was. 

“Y-You’re a virgin too, right?” Y/N asked. 

Ethan nodded as he pulled away. He stretched her with two fingers, slowly curling deep inside of her. She whined softly as her eyes closed. “Please, Eth, I need to feel you.” 

“You are feeling me, sweetheart.” 

She shook her head. “Need to feel your cock inside me, please.” 

He smirked, pulling his fingers out of her. He let her unzip his pants as he pulled her shirt over her head. His eyes froze on her tits, and he practically drooled. “Fuck,” He held her shorts and panties to the side with his fingers, and he pulled his cock out, teasing her entrance with his head. 

“Wait,” Y/N suddenly said, voice lacing with concern. Ethan immediately retracted his hand as his cock bounced against his stomach as he let go. “What if I’m not good enough for you?”

“Babe, I don’t know what I’m doing either. I think you should be a little more worried than me.” 

“I guess, but,”

“Nah,” Ethan cut her off. “I promise you, you will make me feel good. Even if you’re the worst at having sex,” she slapped at his arm playfully. “I will love every part of it. Because I love you, and I will feel all of you. And that’s enough for me.”

Y/N sweetly smiled at his words. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Ethan looked at her longingly, before continuing his previous actions. His head was barely in her entrance, his precum dripping into her hole. Slowly, he thrusted his hips, shoving half of his dick in her. She inhaled sharply at the pain of the stretch. Ethan stopped, letting her adjust to his size. It took everything in him not to throw her on her back and pound into her. But he knew he had to be patient, he needed to be slow for her. So she could feel good her first time too.

After a moment, he thrusted his hips upwards, going deeper inside of her. She gasped, but rolled her hips with him. Ethan shut his eyes as she clenched around him. 

“Fuck, fuck, wait,” Ethan whimpered, pausing his movements. Y/N froze in fear as she looked at him. Did she do something wrong? “I’m gonna cum soon, fuck.” 

She dryly chuckled and kissed his cheek. He nodded, and he started moving again. Knowing that he’d probably finish soon, she reached her hand down to start rubbing circles against her clit. Ethan’s eyes flicked down as he panted. He replaced her hand with his, and he used his free hand to grip her hip, moving her forwards and backwards against him. 

Soft moans and grunts came from the two of them. Both of their bodies moved against each other, sweaty skin slapping. Y/N felt it, felt her stomach heating up, twisting. She was making love for the first time, with the boy she loved, and she was actually going to finish. Ethan was getting close too. He bounced her on his cock as he whined, his fingers still rubbing her clit. 

First it was Y/N, she came around his cock, clenching tightly around him with her walls. Ethan jerked his hips, and his mouth parted open to groan loudly. 

“I love you, fuck, I love you so much.” He whined as he kissed her sloppily. He moved his hips again, stopping as he was all the way inside of her, cumming. She ran her fingers against his chest soothingly as he breathed heavily. “Did I, mm, did I do okay?”

She kissed him in response, sucking on his bottom lip. “Amazing.”

“By the way,” 

“Hmm?” Ethan hummed, his eyes gazing at her lips. 

“I love you too.”

[imaginesfordifferentfandoms]

Prompt List

Hey! I am so sorry for not uploading for like five months! I really want to start uploading again but I think doing so many Taylor Swift inspired prompts burnt me out - if you sent a request or do send one I will get to it just give me time.

Here is a prompt list I'll be using from now on, like always if you have your own idea(s), send them in!

These's prompts include: "dialogue", 'anything in quotations is what the whole fic will be based around', 5 times plus 1, AU's and more!

Send in just one or merge some ideas together!

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1 - “You’re in love with her, you know that right?”

2 - “I didn’t know where else to go.”

3 - “I’m replaceable, you’re not.”

4 - “You kept it?”

5 - Leaning their head on their shoulder

6 - “Because that’s what you and I do, we protect each other.”

7 - “I swear on us.” “Why us?” “Because there is nothing I have ever believed in more.”

8 - Person A getting hurt protect Person B

9 - “Hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

10 - “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

11 - “Whatever you do, don’t let go.”

12 - 5 times Person A and B correct people about their relationship status and the 1 time they just accept it

13 - Everything is black and white until you meet your soulmate. The world goes back to black and white when they die.

14 - “For what it’s worth, I never gave up on you.”

15 - Accidental love confession

16 - “You’re staring at him/her again.”

17 - “Give me one good reason why I should trust you?” “Because no matter how much you hate me, you know I have never lied to you.”

18 - “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.”

19 - “If there was ever anybody meant for me, it’s you.”

20 - “You had your chance with her. You had your chance and you blew it, and this is my chance and I am not going to blow it because we are made for each other.”

21 - ‘I still hope there is more to our story. Maybe we just had to fall apart to find each other again one day.’

22 - “You weren’t there…why weren’t you there? I needed you! I needed you and you weren’t there!”

23 - “It’s my job to keep you safe, yes, but you could work with me a little to make it easier.”

24 - “Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you and you haven’t stopped thinking about me.”

25 - ‘I am usually an optimist but I have never hoped for a sad ending like I do for you and her.’

26 - “I can’t say if the day I met you was the best or worst day of my life.”

27 - “Don’t look at me like that.”

28 - ‘Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.’

29 - “She’s my best friend, that’s never changed.” “Yeah, the only thing that changed was your feelings for her.”

30 - “How many fingers am I holding up?”

31 - “You’d die for her?”

32 - ‘He had that awkward tenderness of someone who had never been in love and was forced to improvise.’

33 - “I did it for you, you idiot.”

34 - “If I never see you again just know that I love you so, so much.”

35 - ‘He kissed her. Without warning, without permission. Without even deciding to do it, but simply because he couldn’t have done anything else.’

36 - “I thought you were dead!”

37 - Squeezing their hand reassuringly

38 - “Whatever you do, do not make a sound.”

39 - “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

40 - “I can’t do this without you. I won’t do this without you.”

41 - “See? I told ya they’d get together.”

42 - ‘There is some good left in this world and it is worth fighting for.’

43 - Born with your soulmates first name tattooed on your body

44 - ‘There are some people that you meet and you just know from the get go that they are important, that you have to do anything to keep them in your life. He was that person.’

45 - “You came to me, begging me for help!”

46 - “Tell me about your life before all of this.”

47 - ‘S/he would always be my biggest what if.’

48 - “It turns out I’m absolutely terrible at staying away from you.”

49 - One being forced to hurt the other but refusing, getting themselves hurt instead

50 - “Why is it always the people you can’t trust saying “trust me”?”

51 - ‘If you were going to die, I was going to die with you.’

52 - “You can’t sleep yet kid, I need you to stay awake.”

53 - ‘We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day, years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop, in a faraway city somewhere and we could give it another shot.’

54 - Five times they wanted to say ‘I love you’ and the 1 time they finally did

55 - “I always thought you were the bravest person I’ve ever met.”

56 - “I’ve never had a family before.”

57 - “I’m not leaving without her.”

58 - ‘Sometimes we do everything right and it’s still not enough.'

59 - “Hey, you’re bleeding.”

60 - ‘We’re in love, we just want to be together. What’s wrong with that?’

61 - “Take me instead. Leave her/him and take me.”

62 - Sitting together on a rooftop

63 - “I think…I’m in love with (Name.)” “Congrats on being the last one to find out.”

64 - Needing somebody else to point out the fact you have feelings for character

65 - “I know we’re not…friends or anything, but…I’m here for you, if you need someone to talk to.”

66 - Drunken kiss

67 - “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

68 - ‘Home is not where you are from. It’s where you belong. Some of us travel the whole world to find it. Others find it in a person.’

69 - “If I had it my way, we’d never leave this bed.” 

70 - ‘Everything that needs saying, truly saying, begins with a lump in the throat.’

71 - When mysterious injuries appear on your body, it’s because your soulmate got them.

72 - ‘For old times sake.’

73 - “I’m never gonna be good enough for you, am I?”

74 - “Don’t hurt him! Just stop hurting him, please!”

75 - ‘Sometimes there are no words that can help. Sometimes you just need to sit together in silence and try to come to terms with how the world works.’

76 - “When I let a day go by without talking to you, that’s just not a good day.”

77 – “Do you have a plan?” “I have a gun.”

78 - “How long did you think you could hide that?”

79 - “Leave with me.”

80 - ‘She was good and he needed a little good in his life because without it there was an awful lot of darkness.’

81 - 5 places Person A and B have kissed plus the 1 place where they did more than that

82 - “Honestly I wasn’t listening but I always disagree with whatever you say.”

83 - “There’s no way I’m sharing a bed with you.” “You’re more than welcome to sleep on the floor.”

84 - Person B is frowning all the time but Person A can always see when they are happy (Grumpy x Sunshine)

85 - ‘I want you to always remember me. Will you remember that I existed and that I stood next to you here like this?”

86 - “I’ll do it, but only because you asked me to.”

87 - 5 times Person A treated Person B’s injuries, plus 1 time Person B treated Person A’s injury.

88 - ‘Maybe one day we’ll meet again and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me.’

89 - "Dying in the middle of nowhere doesn't seem so bad if you're here."

90 - “Oh no, you’re a morning person.”

91 - “I hate you.” “I love you too.”

92 - “No, don't stop, keep talking. I like hearing you talk.”

93 - “Are you cold?”

94 - “What do you want from me?”

95 - “Look, I know you hate me but I don’t know what to do and I really need some help.”

96 - “I’m not leaving you. Not this time.”

97 - “I wish things had been different.”

98 - “I can’t leave you alone for a second without you getting into trouble, can I?”

99 - “You’re not sleeping?” “Nope.” “Why not?” “Don’t want you to stab me the second I close my eyes.” “I won’t.”

100 - “This isn’t just an (object), it’s a promise.”

[actuallysaiyan]

hello! any fics/headcanons on dropping by high school nanami’s dorm room would be wonderful 🫶

warnings: mentions of being promoted, Reader and Kento are both 18!!! In their last year of being at JJT, smut, kissing, vaginal fingering, dirty talk word count: 1.6k pairings: Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Sorcerer!Reader summary: Kento just found a box set of 1980s Astro Boy and he wants you to come over to watch it with him! a/n: I wasn't sure what you wanted for this, so I took some creative liberties and rolled with it. I wanted it partly smutty and partly fluffy. I hope you all enjoy!

It was a quiet Saturday night in your dorm room. You sit on your bed, watching reruns of your favorite sitcom. Considering this was your last year at Jujutsu Tech, you knew that things would mostly be a breeze. You’ve been on more missions this year than any other year, but it still felt so much easier than training and learning theory. 

Your phone buzzes and your eyes gaze at it for a moment. Then your heart skips a beat when you see who’s sent you a text. Immediately, you open your phone and read the text.

Kento(8:45 pm): Hey are you still around? Or did you leave campus for tonight?

You(8:46 pm): I’m still here. What’s up?

Your heart is racing as you try to come to terms with the fact that your ultimate crush is texting you. You two are close, but he has no idea just how much you’re head over heels for him. He messages you again, mentioning that he’s managed to acquire the DVD box set of Astro Boy from the 1980s. You message him back, asking if you can come over and watch it with him.

Kento(8:50pm): Why don’t you come over right now? I’m just waiting in my dorm.

It doesn’t take much for you to reply that you’ll be over in a few minutes. You throw on a comfy hoodie and you turn off your devices. Then you grab some snacks from your drawer and you head out. With your door locked behind you, you walk down the hallway towards the boys’ side of the dorms. 

You knock on his door, admiring the way he’s placed band stickers and mini posters on it to give it some personality. Your smile spreads further when you see him open the door. He looks really cozy right now; dressed in a band hoodie and some sweatpants.

“Are you ready to watch this with me?” He shows you the box set.

“Fuck yeah! I didn’t even think you’d manage to find it!”

Kento smirks, “I’ve got my sources, darling.”

He invites you inside and you feel immediately at home. It’s so cozy in his dorm room. You’ve been here more times than you can count, considering you two are so close, but this is just so special for you. You place your bag of snacks on the coffee table and you sit on the sofa. Kento joins you, but not before he puts the first disc of Astro Boy into the DVD player. You two are sitting so close together, your knees brush up together.

“Thanks for inviting me over.” you bubble, leaning in close to him.

“It’s really no problem.”

The DVD menu starts up and Kento selects the play all function. Then you both sit back, watching the anime you both had been wanting to see for so long. It has become a bit of a tradition for you and Kento to watch anime together. This time, it felt a bit more intimate somehow. You weren’t sure what it was, but it was like you and him had these feelings just bubbling underneath the surface.

Eventually, he turns to you and offers you a soda. You accept with a smile on your face. Things are quiet and comfortable while in his dorm, until he stretches his arms and wraps one around your shoulders. You lean your head to nuzzle against his as you both continue to watch the show that’s unfolding before you on the screen.

“You know…” he whispers softly. “I’m glad we can still have nights like these.”

You turn to face him, “Me too, Ken. Especially since we both got promoted to Grade one recently.”

This makes both of your stomachs flutter. It was a serious move to be promoted to such a rank, but you two were the exemplary sorcerers for this position. Both you and Kento showed lots of strength, courage and ability. It took little to no time to go from Semi-Grade one to Grade one. And now you both were going on missions together, taking down curses together.

“I need to tell you something,” he finally starts up again. “It’s important.”

You turn to face him fully, your heart racing. He looks so good in just the glow of the television and the soft fairy lights he has strung up over the couch. He smiles sweetly before he cups your chin and his thumb strokes your cheek.

“Even if we end up on different paths,” he leans in closer. “I’ll always love you.”

Without another word, he presses his lips to yours. You feel like butterflies are erupting deep in your tummy. Time almost seems to slow down as you finally gain the courage to kiss him back. Your hands come up to begin playing with his hair. When he pulls away, he rubs his nose against yours.

“You’ve always been my pretty girl, yeah?”

You can’t help but nod. It takes so little effort for him to push you down onto the couch, pinning you there. Despite his slim build, Kento is very strong and muscular. He just hides it well. Then once he has you in the position he wants, he begins to undress you. Your eyes shine in the glow of the TV, and it turns him on even more. Something about this moment is just so special.

“I’m always going to be yours,” you promise as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

He nips softly at the tender flesh, making you moan his name. Your legs wrap around him, wanting nothing more than to be as close to him as possible. He smirks against your skin, knowing just how needy you are for him now. He’s feeling just the same; needy and wanton for the woman he’s fallen for so deeply.

“Can I show you just how much you mean to me?” He asks, his eyes dark with lust.

You smirk, “Oh yeah? How will you do that?”

He’s feeling like you’re challenging him now, and that turns him on even more. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. You moan at the feeling of him taking complete control of the situation. Then his other hand unclasps your bra and pulls it off completely. Your breasts spring free, bouncing slightly from being freed from their confines. You whine softly; your body heating up at the sensation of being half-naked in front of him.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He grunts before dipping down to capture one of your nipples into his mouth.

You buck up immediately, wanting nothing more than to bury your fingers in his beautiful blond hair. But he still has you pinned down to the couch, and his tongue is flicking against your nipples. He doesn’t even have to do much to turn you on, but he’s working hard on making you so aroused. He pulls away slightly, blowing air on your erect nubs.

“Pretty girl,” he coos softly. “Such a pretty princess for me.”

You whine again, begging him not to stop. He leans back in, sucking on your tits. He makes it messy and sloppy, nipping and biting at the tender flesh. His intent is now to turn you on and to mark you up. He wants you to see yourself in the mirror tomorrow and to see these love marks. They are the marks you’ll wear on your body to show the world who you belong to.

“Ken, please…”

He chuckles darkly, “What is it, princess?”

You mewl, “Please Ken I…”

“Use your words, pretty girl.”

Your mind is almost blank with just how much this is all turning you on. He’s usually quiet and sometimes stoic. But right now, Kento Nanami was a different man. You had heard rumors that he was a closeted pervert, but this was proving to be somewhat true. The way he was touching you and caressing you, it seems like he knows a thing or two about pleasuring a woman.

“I need you to touch me,” you breathe.

He chuckles again, then he presses his lips to yours. Your two stay connected like this for a few moments; tongues rubbing together sensually. When he pulls away to let you breathe, a string of saliva keeps you connected. 

“Alright, you need me that bad, huh?”

You nod your head, “Need you so bad, Ken…”

His free hand slides down your body, caressing you in your sensitive spots. Then he slips his hand into your sweatpants, gasping softly when he feels that you aren’t wearing panties. He grunts as his long fingers spread your wet folds, prodding your tight entrance. Kento smirks, his eyes growing even darker with lust.

“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” He asks, rubbing your clit slowly.

You shudder, “M-maybe…”

You let out a moan of his name as one of his fingers slips into your tight cunt. Immediately your gummy walls begin to squeeze the digit and this makes him grunt. He releases your wrists to reach down to adjust his cock in his gray sweatpants. Then his eyes snap up to watch you as he fingers you.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight, probably would make me blow my load in seconds.”

His words rile you up even more. Your hips begin gyrating against his hand, and he’s quick to slip a second finger into your pussy. Your juices begin gushing out of your slick hole, and you feel yourself growing closer to your orgasm faster than you ever thought would happen.

“Awhhh close already? Damn, princess, that’s flattering.” He goads. Your hand comes to cling to his arm, steadying him and yourself for the impending orgasm that’s on its way.

He moves his thumb to begin swiping against your clit and the added stimulation is what sends you over the edge. You cry out and whimper as the waves of pleasure crash over you. The entire time, Kento is right there, talking you through the intense pleasure. When you’ve ridden out your high, he leans in to kiss you so softly.

“My beautiful girl…I love you so.”

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 46

Part 1 Part 45

Hopper’s idling by the trailer when Steve and Eddie exit on the way to school the next morning. Eddie’s forehead immediately breaks out in anxiety-sweats. He stumbles back a step on instinct, arm up to waylay Steve. Nothing good ever came from the Chief of Police loitering in front of a drug dealer’s trailer. 

Hopper cranks his window down, leaning out enough to stick his head partially out, and shouts over at them, “you cleared to go to school already, Harrington?” 

Eddie drops his arm – threat categorized, acknowledged, and discarded. Steve steps over the threshold and down the front steps, each foot placed carefully, lest he stumble in front of Hopper. 

“It’s fine,” Steve says, like he always does.

“Your doctor say that?”

Steve shifts his eyes toward Eddie, like he’s begging for help. Eddie clears his throat, pointedly not curling his shoulders in when Hopper shifts his glare over to him. “He went yesterday,” he calls over, like a chump. Because what his majesty wants, Eddie will provide.

Hopper raises his eyebrows, letting them stew in the silence as he keeps his eyes trained on Eddie. Weakest link sighted. And just like every time he finds himself in this standoff with the bane of his existence, he folds. “He’s not supposed to go back until Monday!”

“Munson!” Steve grouses. Eddie’s guts churn at being last-named again.

“But” Eddie starts, waving his hand in Steve’s face like that’ll buy him a few more seconds of grace. “You gotta let him go, Hopper.”

“I don’t have to do anything,” he grouses, still glaring into Eddie’s eyes.

Eddie fidgets, hoping Steve won’t be too pissed off. “Harrington here’s a flight risk,” he says, patting his head lightly, like a dog who’s just performed a marvelous trick. “You don’t give him something to do? We might never see him again.”

Steve scoffs, but notably doesn’t pull away from Eddie’s hand or refute his point. 

Hopper continues glaring at both of them before sighing out like a beleaguered dog and rolls up his window. He doesn’t drive away. “Is that–” Steve starts, squinting at Hopper through his now-closed window. “Is that permission?”

“We don’t beg for permission, Stevie.” Eddie trails his hand through Steve’s peach-fuzz hair before skipping over to where his van’s parked, knowing without looking that Steve’s following him. He slides into the driver’s seat, waits for Steve to slide in as well before turning the key in the ignition. “We don’t even ask for forgiveness.”

He smiles over at Steve, cheeks hurting from the force of it. He feels like he’s just taken three shots of espresso, back to back to back. Steve smiles over at him, small but real, eyes shining in the morning sun. His hair glows golden in the sunlight, and his skin, still slightly sallow, is flushed pink in the cheeks. 

“We don’t?” Steve asks quietly. He sounds excited. Like a kid told he’d get to open his birthday presents early. 

Eddie’s endeared, any reluctance drained out of him around the second time Steve Harrington had saved his life. “Naw.” He reaches over, patting Steve’s knee, not letting his fingers linger like they want to. He cranks the engine, Black Sabbath booming from the speakers until Steve turns it down a few notches. “That’s for squares. And you, Steve Harrington, are a certified badass.”

Steve’s smiling out the window when Eddie glances over, watching trailers pass by. Electric Funeral turns over to War Pigs. Eddie sings along quietly as Steve bops his head along to a beat he doesn’t even know.

Hopper follows them all the way to school, his truck idling at the curb until Eddie pulls into a spot and takes out the key. Neither of them mention anything.

School passes in a mindless haze. Eddie listens to lectures on calculus and geography and the themes in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, lets it all fly over his head. Not even in one ear and out the other – that implies it went into his brain at all.

Jeff gives him dirty looks throughout calc, like he can tell Eddie’s checked out past the point of return and is feeling a sense of paternal disappointment over his lack of work ethic. 

Eddie’d checked out long before Demogorgon’s and Demon Worlds made an appearance in his life. Now, class feels like biding time until he can get Steve back in his sights. Graduating feels like another step away from Harrington that he doesn’t want to take.

So he sits and stews and ignores Jeff’s disappointed eyes, and regrets that Steve’s a year below him and not smart enough to pass calc either.

Seeing him walk into lunch is a religious experience. Eddie sighs into his suspicious casserole, staring at Steve with reverence. He’s talking to Barb quietly, standing beside her in the lunch line. 

Steve laughs at something she says, and Eddie swears he can almost hear it across the cacophony of the lunchroom rush. 

“Dude,” Gareth says from beside him.

Eddie jumps, whipping his head over to where Gareth had snuck up on him. “When did you get here?” he hisses, narrowing his eyes.

Gareth stares back, deadpan. Eddie misses when his little sheep were at least a little bit afraid of him. Honestly, the gall. “I was here before you sat down.”

Ah, well. Eddie hunches, looking around the table that’s seemingly filled in around him. “So?”

Gareth leans closer, keeping his voice lowered. “Are you, like in love with Harrington?” Gareth asks, voice quiet enough for discretion even as it lentils up harshly at the end. 

“No, shut up!” Eddie hisses back, but something restless and wanting unfurls as the fishhook in his ribs slackens with Steve’s approach. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!

“—could help you,” Barb is saying, inexplicably sitting at the wrong freaks and geeks table again. Clearly, there’s still trouble in paradise. “I’m free Thursday’s after school.”

Steve slides in next to Eddie, matching suspect casserole to Eddie’s own. He doesn’t look away from his conversation from Barb, but he slides his knee into Eddie’s, easy like breathing. Even easier, with Steve’s track record of not doing that.

“Really?” Steve asks, leaning toward her over the table. 

Barb shrugs, nonchalantly, pulling that same bagged sandwich from her bag to munch on. “Sure, why not?”

She says it like it’s nothing, but Steve exhales like the world just stopped ending. “Thanks,” he sighs. “I’m just so behind, and my Dad–” he cuts off, shoves a forkful of slop in his mouth like that’s the reason for the pause. “I just don’t want to be held back.”

Jeff, the traitor, looks over to Barbara and unhelpfully contributes, “are you guys planning a study group?” he asks, continuing before she has a chance, “because this one could use a little of that.”

Eddie doesn’t let anyone else get in a word. “I can’t Jeffery,” Eddie sneers. “Thursday is Hellfire.”

Steve furrows his eyebrows like he’s thinking deeply, starts, “we could maybe do it on Wed—”

“That’s fine!” Eddie says. “I’m doing fine!”

He glares around at the table, daring anyone to say anything. Jeff scoffs, and Steve still looks worried, but no one says anything. Study group is born, and Eddie’s plans are finalized: his graduating class will be moving on without him.

He only hopes Wayne understands. 

Part 47

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[magicshopaholic]

Moving On (Namjoon x OC)

Summary: BTS performs in Amsterdam and Namjoon invites you to the afterparty.

Pairing: Namjoon x OC

Genre: Angst, smut

Word count: 8.2K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language, angst, sex, nudity, making out, fingering, cumming, arguing,

A/N: Takes place a little over a month after Final Destination.

Tagging: @bbl32, @quarter-life-crisis2,  @margopinkerton, @faearchives,  @whoisbts, @purpleseoul7, @sumzysworld, @kflixnet (if you want to be added to the taglist, lmk)

Listen to: "where does the good go" by tegan and sara

namjoon masterlist | main masterlist

Joon [13:45] Did you get the email from Big Hit?

Kaya [13:50] Yes

Joon [13:51] The number at the end is their London office. They’ve been briefed already and have additional security available for all European locations.

Kaya [13:54] Okay

There’s a break in the chat here. Kaya stares at the time stamp, trying to picture him scrambling to find something else to say.

Joon [14:15] The company managed to track down the account that uploaded the video. Account has been taken down and they’ve sued for invasion of privacy.

Kaya [14:20] Okay 

Joon [14:22] They’ve also offered to add damages to the suit, in case we want that. Do you?

Kaya [14:25] Not really

Joon [14:26] Okay then

Another break. Kaya scans the time stamps again, even though she’s memorised it by now. She remembers the three dots indicating him typing, seeing them appear and disappear over and over again. 

Joon [14:40] How are you?

Kaya [14:45] Fine

Joon [14:46] How‘s work?

Kaya [14:48] Fine

Joon [14:50] Kaya I’m trying

Kaya [14:51] Class starting, got to go

He hadn’t responded and she hadn’t expected him to. Four days post break-up hadn’t been nearly long enough for her to let go of her anger but now, four weeks in, it’s only been replaced with an equal amount of sadness and longing.

Every conversation has been exactly this terse and abrupt, the last one being a week ago. It had appeared when she’d been teaching an elective class and it had taken every ounce of her will to not check it until the class ended. As it turned out, she couldn’t even think of a decent response to it.

“How can he possibly think of asking me this?” Kaya mutters, earphones in as she walks home. It’s dusk, a gorgeous time of the day, but she holds no appreciation for it right now.

“Wouldn’t it be worse if he didn’t ask?” Dilara asks reasonably. She’s in her car by the sound of it, a low hum audible of whichever fancy car of hers she’s decided to take out today.

Kaya swallows, pondering this. It might be, but it doesn’t address the problem she’s too embarrassed to voice out loud: it should be harder for him to ask. The thought that he might not be taking this break-up as hard as she is kills something inside of her, as if she’d misunderstood everything in the last three years. 

Her strategy to save herself from hearing the truth had been to distance herself from everyone, including Yoongi, who had texted her out of the blue one day to ask her if she was okay (she hadn’t responded); Seokjin, who seemed to skirt the topic altogether and sounded as though he was speaking to someone very sick; and especially Dilara, who Kaya knew would be the only one with the capacity to ask insightful questions that she herself was too afraid to.

“It’s just… strange,” is all she can manage. “He hopped on a flight, shot a few emails, came over and broke up with me and then went right back to his schedule, all in one day. And now he's inviting me to a party?"

“After-party, so it won’t be, like… crazy,” Dilara clarifies. “And the concert before it.” 

“I’m definitely not going to his concert.”

“Of course not,” she agrees breezily. “I wouldn’t expect you to. But the party… I mean, it’s a good thing, isn’t it? He doesn’t want you to be strangers.”

Kaya slows down as she approaches the river. She’s taken the long route home today - anything to prolong the commute before another night in her tainted apartment with memories on every surface.

“I don’t know if I want to see him.” I don’t know if I can. “He wants to see me, though, apparently,” she states after a moment.

Dilara doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. “I mean -“ She begins before pausing, then trying again. “I’m sure it’s going to be torture for him to see you. But even that’s better than not seeing you.”

Kaya doesn’t even realise she’d been holding her breath; she exhales as slowly as possible so as to not make a sound, both at Dilara’s words as well as her answering the unasked question.

She doesn’t respond immediately, though. Now that they’re down this route of addressing concerns she’s been harbouring in her heart for weeks, Kaya feels the rest of them on the verge of tumbling out of her mouth.

"You've seen him a bit these last couple of months,” she ventures, lowering her voice and leaning backwards against the railing overlooking the river. “Does it seem like he misses me at all?"

Dilara hums, a little too knowingly for Kaya’s liking. “Of course, he does. He’s not the most expressive when it comes to his feelings but aside from Tae last year, I don't think I've met a more miserable person."

Kaya waits for the swell of happiness or relief at this news, but all it brings with it is a new wave of anger and frustration.

“Thanks.”

"Look, speaking from experience, it's not easy seeing your ex after a difficult break-up,” says Dilara, sighing. “But sometimes you don't realise just how much you needed to see them until you see them, even if it's just to gain some closure."

Closure. It sounds… final. Kaya can’t picture it, being virtual strangers eventually, just bits of each other’s past. Ex-boyfriend, girl of his dreams, the one that got away. She hates all those words because they just don’t apply, not really. They can’t.

She closes her eyes and presses the heel of her palms into them to intercept the wetness forming, not caring that Dilara is still on the other end of the line. She and Namjoon had stood right here, years ago, living in the bliss of a new couple in fresh love. He’d brought her a bunch of tiny yellow flowers from the park, part-cheesy and part-genuine, eyes twinkling and dimples soft.

Kaya squeezes her eyes shut at the memory, terrified at how the edges of it are already blurring. 

“I don’t think I’ll go,” she murmurs, opening her eyes to stare at the ground. “I can’t.” 

“Are you sure?” Dilara sounds slightly surprised.

“Yeah. Two days from now is… it’s too soon. I’ll either cry or yell or… I don’t know. It’s too hard.”

“Oh.” She’s quiet for a few seconds. “Okay. If you’re sure. Let me know if you want to get together on Sunday,” she adds. “Brunch or something.”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks.”

—

The next day, Kaya is in the library again, grading papers and wishing she could go back to being a grad student who’s biggest problem was a pop quiz. She’s deliberately chosen a table at the back, away from where the students generally sit, which is why she looks up in surprise when someone comes to her table.

“H-hi, Kaya.” The student waves rests one hand on the back of an empty hair and waves hesitantly with the other.

“Um… hi.” Kaya tries not to frown too conspicuously, for she’s sure she knows this girl. 

Svetlana. Savannah. 

“Elena, right?”

“Yeah,” she answers with a nervous smile. “Um… are you busy?”

Kaya glances at the stacks of papers, books and laptop on the table. “Kind of, yeah.”

“Okay. Well… I just wanted to say hi.”

Kaya nods awkwardly and forces a small smile on her face. “Hi.”

Elena nods, tucking her hair behind her ears. She looks like she’s about to leave but at the last moment, sits down at the table. Kaya feels her smile fade for she really, really wants to be alone right now.

“How - how are things going?” She sounds nervous - extremely so. She seems to be fidgeting slightly and constantly touching her hair. 

“Great,” says Kaya shortly, going back to her paper and hoping she’ll take the hint. “You?”

“Not bad, overall. I guess. Classes are hard and mid-terms are coming up as well…” Elena trails off. “Any plans for the weekend?”

Trying not to sigh, Kaya shakes her head. “Not really. You?”

“Well… I’m going to a concert tomorrow,” she answers hurriedly, and it’s clear that she’s been waiting to divulge this information, oblivious to how Kaya’s heart stops. “It should be fun. Do - do you listen to BTS?”

An unexpected notification from this morning floats into her kind. BTS continues their Europe leg by arriving in Amsterdam, ready to kick off the summer in style!

“No,” she answers truthfully.

“Oh.” Elena is quiet for a moment. “They’re really… good.” 

There’s some awkward silence during which Kaya deliberately writes comments on the paper she’s grading, scratching the pen on the paper and wishing Elena would leave.

“It’ll be good to get out of campus. The people here are kind of intimidating. The parties are pretty wild, too,” she murmurs after a moment, sounding uncomfortable.

Kaya nods absently, uncharacteristically satisfied with the knowledge that she might be intimidating this unwanted guest. “Maybe you’re going to the wrong parties,” she offers.

Elena lets out a nervous laugh again. “Maybe. I never see you at them, though. There’s one, tonight, in the common room. Maybe you could come,” she suggests lightly. “Bring a friend or - or your boyfriend.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” she answers flatly, not looking up.

“You - oh.” There’s a note of surprise in her voice. “Oh,” she repeats, this time seemingly to herself. “Are you sure?” she blurts out.

Kaya’s eyes snap up to glare at her. “Pretty sure.”

Elena’s eyes widen. “Oh, of - of course,” she stutters. “Sorry, that - that was a stupid question. Sorry.” She swallows and looks at her lap.

Kaya closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, immediately feeling guilty for snapping at an innocent bystander in this situation. “Elena, I… I really need to get these papers done,” she tells her, her voice one of forced calm. “So…”

The blonde finally seems to understand and awkwardly stands up. “Okay. Um, see you around,” she says, tucking her hair behind her ear again. 

Kaya nods as she leaves, Namjoon’s invitation swimming in her mind tantalisingly. She can’t ignore it anymore, the fact that they’re in the same city, her city. If she’s not wrong, he’ll do the concert tomorrow night, the group will probably stay the night and depart by Sunday afternoon or evening and she will probably never see him again.

She attempts to continue grading the paper she was working on when Elena interrupted, but when she finds herself reading the same stupid sentence for the fourth time without retaining anything, she begins packing up, ready to head home.

—

Joon [18:42] Hope to see you there tonight

Kaya, with a loss as to how to respond to this, simply did not. She can’t imagine he would be texting her during his concert, but she also knows he has before, if the situation was urgent enough to demand it. 

She straightens the black dress against her hips and tilts her head at her reflection. It’s a simple dress, plain black, form-fitting and reaching below her knees, but it’s quite possibly the most gorgeous, sexiest dress she owns. 

If she and Namjoon were together, she would have worn it tonight with no hesitation because it would have driven him insane. After weeks of being apart, seeing her in this dress would have rendered him incapable of staying in work mode without dirty texts, flirty touches and eyes from across the room undressing her. Even now, with a bare face, her hair tied into a loose bun and no footwear, the dress is a game-changer.

She gives herself a few moments to imagine this paradise, one that might have come true tonight had she never told him about the break-in. Then, she silently unzips the dress and climbs out of the black fabric pooled around her feet. Tucking it back into her closet, she looks for something else.

Dilara [18:50] In case you change your mind, sharing the location here [Location]

Dilara’s text had come minutes after Namjoon’s, and Kaya has to imagine it was a genuine coincidence. Although she’d replied to neither, it was the second text that caused her to change her mind - that, and the lingering fear that if she didn’t go today, she didn’t know how either of them would be able to maneuver a situation to see each other again.

The concert should end in a little over an hour. Her phone pings again and she groans, for she doesn’t think she can take any more of their unsubtle attempts at convincing her to go tonight. It’s not Namjoon or Dilara, though, but Adam Fischer, her thirty-something thesis advisor, asking if she wants to discuss the coming week’s class schedule tonight.

Kaya shakes her head as she types out a reply (Sorry, I can’t tonight. Will set up a meeting for first thing Monday if that’s okay?), a little rueful. Namjoon heavily disliked Adam, despite having no concrete reason for doing so. He’d always suspected Adam of having feelings for her, even though Adam hadn’t said or done anything to make her think he might. Part of her wonders if she could somehow ditch the party for this meeting and still make sure that the news travelled to Namjoon through the grapevine (Dilara), and if that would still piss him off even now.

She immediately cringes at the pettiness of it, however, sending her reply to Adam and heading into the shower.

The party is at the rooftop restaurant of the hotel next to the concert venue, and presumably where BTS is staying while in Amsterdam. It isn’t as crowded as she was anticipating, although the music is fairly loud. It looks more like a fancy houseparty, and even a few seconds in, Kaya can spot a handful of vaguely famous people in attendance. She looks around for a familiar face, preferably Dilara or Yoongi or one of the younger boys, wishing she’d called ahead and trying not to think about the fact that in spite of not RSVP-ing, her name was on the guest list.

She takes another hesitant step in and audibly sighs when she spots Taehyung, who, for reasons best known to himself, has accessorised his outfit with an ascot. He seems to be in an animated conversation with Jungkook, while standing in between them and facing ahead, with loose curls tumbling down her shoulders and looking slightly bored, is…

“Kaya!”

Dilara’s mouth forms her name over the music as she brushes past her boyfriend and his friend and hurries towards Kaya, looking both happy and relieved to see her. “You look hot!” she exclaims when she reaches her.

“Oh -” Kaya looks down self-consciously; she’d settled for a straight strapless top and jeans, unable to justify dressing sexier without seeming like she was trying too hard for her ex-boyfriend. “Thanks. And you look…” She frowns slightly at Dilara’s mini-dress and go-go boots, with a slightly out-of-place gold ring hanging around her neck. “... like Daphne Blake.”

Dilara’s face visibly falls. “I look like a cartoon character?” she asks, wrinkling her nose.

“Well, a very pretty cartoon character,” she adds quickly. “Especially with the headband. But… why?”

She rolls her eyes. “Taehyung picked it - but I’m sure it’s not because of Daphne Blake.” Spotting Kaya’s confused expression, she shrugs sheepishly. “We got into an argument yesterday about who has better taste, so we decided to go shopping at The Nine Streets and pick each other’s outfits for tonight.”

Kaya raises her eyebrows, something seemingly clicking into place. “So the ascot is your doing?”

“M-hm.” She nods in satisfaction before her eyes widen. “Oh, hey! An ascot - like Fred!” She lets out a low whistle at this realisation and laughs, while Kaya nods knowingly, feeling the urge to smile for the first time in what feels like weeks. “Not planned but zero regrets. I wonder if Tae knows that - oh.”

Kaya cuts her off mid-sentence with a hug, suddenly immensely grateful for Dilara. She can’t remember the last time she’d let anyone into her life this much with the exception of Namjoon; but just maybe, when she’d been happy with him and her guard had been lowered, Dilara had slipped in without warning as well.

She tightens her arms around Kaya and rubs her back. “It’s good to see you, too,” she says, sounding part-surprised and part-delighted. “It’s been a while but I promise that we will still - oh, hey.” The change in tone is abrupt. “Incoming.”

By the way her voice immediately lowers, Kaya is sure she knows what Dilara is referring to. Her heart beating a mile a minute, she pulls away from the hug and turns as casually as she can.

Her first thought is that he looks thinner - visibly so. Well, he’s on tour, says a voice in her head but Kaya suspects that’s not the only reason, for he’d been on tour when he’d broken up with her as well.

His hair is a silvery blond, looking almost metallic; dressed simply in a black T-shirt and  jeans, he runs a hand through his hair so it falls gracefully around his face as he approaches her, his face unreadable.

“Hi,” he says, and it sounds like all the breath has been let out of him with just one word. He swallows and straightens his shoulders, a small smile appearing on his face, the dimple faintly visible. “It’s good to see you, Kaya.”

Kaya nods, unable to speak and overcome with a sudden urge to cry. “You, too,” she murmurs, glancing at the floor and blinking rapidly before looking back up at him, a bit defiantly.

“I’m glad you decided to come.”

She nods again, her chest twisting at how normal he sounds. He’s standing far away from her as well, as though to make it clear in every way possible that they’re not together. 

“Hope you had a good concert,” she ventures, recalling the grad student who’d accosted her yesterday, practically beside herself at attending a BTS concert. “Backstage must have been hectic.”

A flicker of something appears in his eyes for a moment, possibly with memories of backstage. Wishes of luck, last minute hugs, sweaty and passionate kisses fueled by adrenaline. But it disappears instantly and Kaya wonders if she imagined it.

“It was,” he answers, nodding. He slides his hands into his pockets smoothly, leaning back on his heels and his smile widening a little. “But worth it as always. The crew did well.”

Kaya doesn’t even bother nodding this time; all of a sudden, she regrets coming here tonight. Dilara has left, she just realises, and Namjoon is acting like they’re acquaintances at best, making her feel stupid and yet immensely grateful that she didn’t wear the sexy black dress.

At that moment, his eyes flicker to something behind her. “I’m sorry, I just need to go and say hi to a couple of people. But enjoy your night. It’s an open bar,” he adds, smiling and nodding politely before brushing past her and walking away.

Kaya doesn’t move; she doesn’t think she can. Something heavy feels like it’s settled on her chest, the weight of confusion, disbelief and crushing disappointment threatening to suffocate her. She has no idea what she’d been expecting; maybe arguing, fighting, crying together again - but not him not caring. Not this.

Namjoon continues walking in the opposite direction for as long as he can keep Kaya in his peripheral vision, both guilty and relieved when she doesn’t turn around. He doesn’t think he can look her in the eye if she does, witness the pain and hurt in her face that close.

He catches Seokjin’s eye and hurries over to him. Seokjin raises his eyebrows and seems to guess what might have transpired, ushering him over to the other end of the circular bar and out of Kaya’s line of sight.

“How did it go?”

Namjoon rests his palms on the bar and shakes his head, no words coming to him at the moment and feeling like he could throw up. He can’t fathom how he did it, how he stood there before her and didn’t immediately pull her to him, or break down and ask her to forgive him for doing the only thing he knew to do.

“Drink this.” Seokjin slides a glass to him and Namjoon takes it without hesitation, taking a huge gulp and waiting for it to sting his sinuses. 

“This is water,” he states hoarsely, frowning at the glass.

“Cold water,” corrects Seokjin. “It’ll help clear your head.”

Namjoon takes another sip and places the glass down, dropping his head into his hands. “I can’t do this. How do I tell her I can’t do this? How do I ask her to -“ But he breaks off here, his mind swimming with the sight of her bare shoulders and exposed collarbones, imagining how they would feel if he held her.

“Okay.” Seokjin exhales through his nose and pauses. “Look, I have to ask. You’ve seen the state she is in. And you’re…” He struggles for a moment “...like this. Are you absolutely sure you don’t want to ask her to get back -“

“No.” The answer is instant, although it’s partly a habit by now. As he does every time his mind tries to convince him otherwise, Namjoon forces the memory of her phone call to the forefront of his mind, the fear in her voice and  devastation on her face when he’d entered her apartment.

“But maybe this is -“

“No.” 

Seokjin is silent and Namjoon can tell that he doesn’t approve. Please don’t ask me again, hyung. He doesn’t know if he did the right thing by inviting her but he couldn’t imagine not doing it either, not being right here in her city, knowing she was so close that he could almost smell the coconut and vanilla in the air and still not see her in the flesh.

“If you’re sure,” says Seokjin at last. “If you are, then I guess you did well. Just… just be normal around her. Keep a normal distance, talk about normal things and…” He half-shrugs, sounding uncertain. “She’s smart. She’ll understand. If you’re sure you want to do this, then… she’ll get it.”

Normal. Namjoon knows what he means, but he wants to tell him that none of this is normal. Not touching her, not being honest with her, not being with her - none of it is normal. 

“She’s talking to Yoongi right now,” he adds, and Namjoon turns to see them near the stairs to the top floor. Kaya’s back is to him, her head lowered slightly and her thumbs hooked onto the back pockets of her jeans, the material hugging her hips and curving down her backside… He swallows and looks away.

“This is your chance,” says Seokjin. “Go and mingle. Let her see you moving on - even if you actually aren’t,” he clarifies quickly. “It won’t be pleasant but it might encourage her to do the same.”

Namjoon isn’t sure of the wisdom of this strategy but ever since the cause of his break-up had been revealed to the older members (and surely to Taehyung at least, by Dilara), he’d almost been relieved that he wouldn’t have to make every decision on his own.

He tries his best to navigate the party after that, making empty conversation with guests, using every bit of remaining energy and willpower to plaster a smile on his face. All the while, part of his attention is constantly on Kaya, registering her familiar figure alone at the bar as she nurses a beer, sometimes with Dilara. 

Be normal. Seokjin’s words start holding less and less meaning with every passing minute, especially when he spots Kaya having finished her drink and he’s struck with the sudden fear that she will leave the party. In an effort to be as normal as he can, Namjoon heads over to the bar where she’s scanning the life-size menu half-heartedly, arms folded across her chest.

“Like anything?” he asks humbly. Long Island Iced Tea or a Mai Tai - depends on the flavours. His heart jolts when she shoots him a doubtful look and doesn’t answer, almost as if she’s wary of talking to him. She leans over the bar and gives the bartender a smile that makes his heart drop, especially when he grins back.

“Komt de mai tai in mango?” she asks, half-pouting when he shakes his head. “Een biertje, alsjeblieft,” she says finally, taking her second beer and turning away from the bar.

Namjoon doesn’t remember ever feeling this distant from her. “I’m glad you came tonight,” he tries again, choosing to look at her even though she’s facing away.

Kaya nods, pursing her lips and looking ahead. “Yeah, you said that already.” But her voice trembles ever so slightly, or maybe he just knows her so well that he’s sure it’s not a case of her not wanting to look at him - she can’t look at him.

It’s all on him now. He started this; if there is any hope of them still staying in each other’s lives, it’s down to him to make it happen. 

“How’s your dissertation going?” he asks, hoping her work is a topic she might open up on.

She shrugs after a moment. “Off schedule,” she answers shortly. “A lot of variables hanging in the air.”

“Did you get into the research project you’d applied for?”

It’s momentary but it appears: the corner of her mouth tilts upwards. “Yeah,” she admits, finally looking at him, albeit hesitantly. “Guess I’ll have a lot more time to focus on it now,” she murmurs, the hint of a smile fading.

Namjoon’s heart sinks. She’s so angry with him; it’s palpable and not something he has ever been on the receiving end of. Her hand hangs by her side; his own itches to link his fingers with his, maybe tug her to him or lead her out of this stupid party where he can plead for her to just look at him.

“Well,” he says, then pauses. “I’m glad you could get the time off tonight. Must have been hard.”

“M-hm, not really.” She shakes her head. “Adam wanted to meet but I’ll probably catch up with him later,” she adds nonchalantly.

Namjoon nods, his hand tightening around his glass. He can’t tell if she’s trying to provoke him, for they do work closely; close enough that Adam’s intentions have always been a point of disagreement for them. He’d never been able to explain to her just how much he hated the way her advisor looked at her when she didn’t notice, how his hugs always lingered a moment too long or how he insisted on calling her late in the evenings to discuss work.

He’s distracted momentarily by Jungkook, who approaches them while bopping effortlessly to the music and stops in between them, turning to face in the same direction as Namjoon and Kaya. He’s definitely tipsy; the smile on his face is too big and he doesn’t seem to be reading the room at all.

“Dilara is a really good dancer, isn’t she?” he says loudly in English to no one in particular. Namjoon frowns and follows his gaze to see Dilara, Taehyung and Hoseok dancing, before turning back to look at Jungkook. On his other side, Kaya is also frowning at him, tilting her head curiously. Their eyes meet and she raises her eyebrows slightly.

Namjoon fights a smile as Kaya half-chuckles and looks away, his heart twisting with longing at how much he misses her. She looks so incredibly beautiful; his eyes sting when he realises that there’s absolutely nothing he can do about it.

“I’m gonna -“ He gestures vaguely and walks away in the opposite direction, desperate to be anywhere but around her before his resolve breaks.

The next half hour is a flurry of faces; Namjoon distracts himself with every single individual at the party, making small talk and exchanging unfunny jokes and hyper aware of Kaya occasionally glancing at him.

He knows, because he’s watching her, too, doing his best to make sure she doesn’t see him looking. He can’t even help it; it’s almost muscle memory at this point.

“Who are you looking at?” The woman he’s talking to asks him point-blank.

Namjoon flushes, realising he’d been staring at Kaya over her shoulder while she’d been speaking.

“No one,” he answers quickly. “Sorry.”

The twenty-something woman frowns curiously. “Are you sure? I’m not offended.”

“It’s… nothing.” He shakes his head and looks at the floor. 

“Ex-girlfriend?”

Ex. Not trusting himself to speak, Namjoon nods. 

“Hm.” She hums, somewhat sympathetically. “Bad break-up?”

“Pretty bad.”

“I’m sorry,” she says after a moment. “It’s never easy to be around an ex if it hasn’t ended well.”

“Yeah, well,” he says, desperate to change the topic. “All part of the process, right?”

“Right,” she says encouragingly. “Plus, once you’re past this phase, the one where you constantly want to die, you can begin the drink and eat and hook up as much as you want stage with no judgement.”

He chuckles politely, the prospect sounding horrendous. “Thanks. Feels good to laugh for real.”

She smiles wider and, before he knows it, leans forward and presses a kiss against his lips.

It takes Namjoon a couple of seconds of pure shock before he jumps backwards. “Whoa. What -“ His heart races uncomfortably. “What was that?”

“Sorry,” she says slowly, looking a little confused. “I thought… you wanted to make your ex jealous. Isn’t that where you were going with this?”

“No,” he clarifies immediately. “No. Absolutely not. I don’t want to - no.” In the midst of his minor crisis, he notes how the woman looks almost mortified.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to -”

“It’s fine,” he cuts her off, suddenly feeling horribly guilty. He looks up out of habit and sees, unmistakably, Kaya leaving the restaurant, her long dark hair and the shimmery dark blue of her top disappearing out the door.

—

The night has gotten chillier in the last couple of hours and the cool wind hits her bare shoulders the moment she steps out, but Kaya barely feels it. She’s not thinking right now; thinking is what’s got them here, thinking about everything and overthinking to the point of fleeing a restaurant.

“Kaya!” 

Her feet increase their pace automatically the same time her stomach flips, but he’s taller and faster and he reaches her before she can even reach the elevator.

“Kaya,” he repeats hurriedly, reaching and grabbing her elbow. “Wait, please. I’m sorry -”

“Why did you even invite me here?” she asks, cutting him off and turning around to face him. She’s so tired; she didn’t think break-ups could be this exhausting. “You’ve barely said anything to me. Was it to show me in person how you’re moving on? Because if that’s the case, then… message received.”

Namjoon shakes his head immediately; he looks exhausted as well, and Kaya is once again struck by how much thinner he is, overcome with a mixture of empathy and frustration at him. 

“That was not - I didn’t plan that,” he says, sighing. “I don’t even know who she is. She kissed me and it wasn’t… come on, does it look like I’m moving on?” he asks, raising his arms helplessly.

Kaya stares at him and then sighs, shaking her head. “Why did you invite me here?” she asks again, less defensive this time.

“Because I wanted to see you,” he says at once.

She stares at him. “Well, you’ve seen me,” she says, sniffing. “Can I go now?”

“Kaya…”

“What?”

Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, looking lost for words. “Please don’t -“ He breaks off abruptly before taking a step closer to her, his height both large and comforting. “I don’t want you to be sad. I’m sorry.”

Too late. “You’re not supposed to care how I feel. Not anymore.”

He lets out a humourless chuckle. “What?”

“We’re over.” She can hear the tremble in her voice as she crosses her arms across her chest again. “You said it yourself. You’re not supposed to care how I feel.”

“Really?” He narrows his eyes at her. “You think this break-up had anything to do with how I feel about you? You know as I do that it didn’t.” When she doesn’t answer, he sighs. “I did this because I care.”

“If you say so.”

He pokes his tongue into his cheek. “Are you deliberately trying to provoke me or something?”

“Provoke you into what?” she blurts out. “What - what is that you want, exactly? What do you want us to do? Just circle around in each other’s orbits for the rest of our lives, while still being - while still feeling the way we do?” she asks, avoiding her almost-slip of tongue. “We’re just supposed to stay not be together and still stay in each other’s lives? What - what do you want?”

Namjoon opens his mouth but falls silent; it’s clear he hasn’t thought that far ahead - or he can’t say it out loud. “I want…” He begins, before pausing and starting again. “I want… you to be happy,” he says eventually. “And safe.” 

She scoffs and he bristles. 

“I’m serious. I -” He breaks off when someone exits the restaurant, his gaze following them until they’re out of sight before he turns back to her. “This is hard for me, too, you know? Why is it so hard for you to believe I might want you to be happy?”

Kaya exhales but doesn’t answer, because it isn’t hard to believe, not even a little bit. It’s unfortunately the most believable thing he’s ever said to her which means she can’t even fight it.

“How?” she asks finally. “By moving on, like you were pretending to do?”

Namjoon bites his lip and his eyes glaze over, and she knows he’s picturing it. His eyes fall to the floor but he nods slowly anyway. “Yeah, I guess. As long as I don’t have to watch it,” he adds in a mutter.

It’s really over. Kaya feels her eyes well up. “Fine,” she answers quietly. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go find someone to move on with tonight.” She turns to leave but feels him stop her again. “What?” she snarls.

“Kaya, I -” The lift opens and a handful of people tumble out, holding merchandise and talking loudly. Namjoon’s eyes widen and he immediately grabs her arms and walks her back into a corner, just as the group turns into their corridor and towards the restaurant.

“What are you -”

But the second lift opens just then and they hear the sound of a second group of voices. Namjoon swears under his breath and pushes open a door behind her, walking her back further into the tiny dark room and letting the door swing shut behind him.

“What is wrong with -“

“It’s press,” he hisses, and she falls silent.

He peers out into the corridor through the small window in the door; there’s no light except for the bit through the window and from a skylight in the ceiling. Kaya can smell something vaguely citric that she decides is floor cleaner; they are in a janitor’s closet.

She and Namjoon are frozen in place, his hands still on her arms and hers on his torso to keep from losing her balance. It’s been a long time since they’ve been this close; it takes Kaya a few seconds to realise that the voices outside have disappeared, but he still hasn’t moved away.

Almost as if he’s subconsciously heard her, his thumbs stroke her arm once. The simple touch makes all the anger crumble away for a moment, especially now that it’s just them with the rest of the world shut outside. Kaya hesitates for a moment, then gently rests her forehead on his shoulder. Namjoon stiffens but a moment later, she feels his fingers tighten above her elbows, followed by him loosely enveloping her in his arms.

It seems cruel, almost, that the target of her anger and source of her comfort lie in the same person. It isn’t even a hug; it’s a moment of weakness at best, borne from his almost subconscious need to protect her. For the first time, Kaya wonders if she’s being unfair to him.

Resisting the temptation to wrap her arms around his waist, she steps away from him with difficulty, her back touching the wall. His arms fall from around her reluctantly, his expression resigned. It’s dark but she can see him more clearly than she has all night.

“This is a terrible idea,” she murmurs, echoing her words from a month ago. “The worst you’ve ever had.”

Namjoon exhales shakily but doesn’t argue. “I meant everything I said in that note,” he says, not even trying to hide the tremble in his voice anymore. “And I really do want you to be happy.”

The note. The one he’d kept on her bedside table when he’d left her apartment while she slept, the only thing of his that was left when she’d awoken, naked and alone. She’d only had the strength to read it once before she’d broken down and tucked it deep into her drawer, knowing the words would be etched in her memory.

“You know what will make me happy,” she whispers, looking at the ground. She feels him come closer to her, one hand hovering by her side as though unable to decide if she’d want her to touch him. 

He finally rests it lightly on her waist, moving it slightly upward as she looks up at him, her heart twisting at how he’s unable to meet her eyes. She places her hands on his face, thinking vaguely how much she misses seeing his dimple.

“Joon,” she whispers, waiting for him to nod once. “Look at me.”

Namjoon visibly swallows, gaze still fallen. “Kaya, I…”

“No,” she interrupts him. “Look at me.”

With what seems like an enormous effort, he meets her eyes. This is hard for me too, you know? 

She knows. Kaya strokes his cheekbones with her thumbs, her touch feather-light. “Kiss me,” she whispers. She touches her forehead to his and closes her eyes, hoping he’ll give in, for she can’t go further than this. 

His hand tightens around her waist, pressing her into the wall. Their lips brush momentarily and he shivers.

“Do it,” she urges, her voice barely audible now. “Kiss me.”

She feels his lips before she even registers him moving against her and she leans into it, feeling like she can breathe for the first time in weeks. Come back to me, she thinks desperately. Come back to where you belong.

It’s like he can hear her. Namjoon pulls away, one hand on the wall beside her face for support, the other holding her.

“Fuck,” he whispers, and it sends a jolt of anticipation through her heart. “I love you, Kaya,” he adds, voice full of emotion. Kaya nods, unable to speak, wishing he would meet her eyes. He moves his hands to her face and touches his forehead to hers again, swallowing.

Look at me.

But he doesn’t. “But you have no idea,” he continues, every word sounding like it's costing him effort, “how I felt when you called me that night. The things that went through my mind…” He sniffs, and Kaya’s heart sinks. “I can’t let that happen again baby. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…”

She can feel her face start to contort and she drops her hands from his shoulders, for she knows this part by heart. “Goodbye, Namjoon,” she mutters thickly, sliding out from between him and the wall. She pushes open the door and hurries out, leaving him behind.

—

When she hears the knock on her front door the next morning, Kaya is just about to step into the shower. She freezes and sighs, for she really, really needs this shower. She considers ignoring it but the knock sounds again and she groans, abandoning the activity of tying up her hair and letting it fall loose instead. 

Grabbing the old, threadbare robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door, she pulls it around herself and shuffles to the front door. She peers through the peephole and her heart stops for a moment, but she steels herself and opens the door.

Namjoon stands before her, hands in his pockets and shoulders slightly hunched. “Hey. I just wanted to - oh, God,” he switches abruptly, his expression changing from vaguely apologetic to shocked, and he slips inside the apartment.

“What?” Kaya asks, taken off guard and stumbling backwards.

“You really opened the door wearing that?” he hisses, shutting the door behind him. “I could’ve been anyone!”

“I knew it was you,” she argues, tightening the belt around her waist and realising, for the first time, how short the robe is. But she isn’t about to admit that to him, especially not when he’s turned up unannounced and decided to begin his visit by berating her. She folds her arms across her chest. “What do you want, Namjoon?”

He hesitates, almost as though he’s just noticing how displeased she is. “Sorry,” he mutters, looking a bit ashamed. “I didn’t mean to… anyway,” he says quickly, wringing his hands and slipping them back in his pockets. “How are you?”

Kaya shrugs suspiciously. He looks remarkably different from where she’d left him last night, almost breaking down and apologising to her. Right now, he seems almost… calm. She can almost imagine that last night had been a slip-up of emotion, possibly due to tiredness and an open bar, whereas in the light of day, he’s back to being the responsible ex who’s fulfilling his obligations by checking up on her each day.

“I’m great.”

He nods after a moment, clearly not believing her. “Well, I came here because…” He sighs and a glimmer of last night’s emotion appears on his face. “I thought about what you said last night. And you were right.”

The jolt in her stomach is almost painful, but Kaya hangs on. If he was talking about what she thinks he is, he would be delivering it far more differently.

“We can’t keep doing this. I can’t expect you to keep doing this,” he adds. “Staying in this limbo, not knowing…” He bites his lip and lowers his gaze, removing his hands from his pockets. “You have every right to move on. I want you to - to be happy.”

Kaya licks her lips slowly. “This,” she says coldly, “could’ve been a text.”

“I didn’t want to leave things the way they were last night,” he tells her, his voice softer. “You’re, uh…” His voice breaks off for a moment. “You’re the love of my life. And we were together for a long time and I… I loved every moment of it. I just want to say goodbye the right way.”

Her throat hurts holding back the rush of emotion that threatens to overwhelm her. 

“Are you sure?” She can’t resist asking, in a whisper. When he nods and lowers his eyes, she feels the heavy, heavy anchor of acceptance settle in her stomach. 

Namjoon hesitantly reaches out with one hand but when she gives him a look, he nods and steps forward, and they meet in their last hug, three and a half years after their first last hug in her apartment.

Kaya hugs him tight, no longer caring about hiding how she feels. There isn’t enough time to try and memorise everything so she doesn’t even try; she just goes higher on her toes and presses her nose into his shoulder, revelling in his scent one last time.

Namjoon doesn’t seem to be doing much better. He’s holding her tight, so tight that it doesn’t seem like he’s ever intending on letting her go. His face is in her hair and his arms stroke her back in small movements, his go-to movement to comfort her since they met.

Just a few more seconds. The sensations increase now; the feel of his shoulders, his chest touching hers - and she’s suddenly conscious of the thin robe being the only thing separating her naked body from him.

At the same time, his hands move to her waist - out of habit, she knows, but she can’t help but be extremely aware of it. His hand stops just above the curve of her hips, quickly and abruptly. 

Her mouth feels dry, but her legs press together. Then, as though he can read her mind and the direction her thoughts are invariably leading in, against her hip, she can feel his body react.

She lets out a soft gasp and feels his body stiffen around her. This is goodbye, a voice reminds her, urging her brain to focus on the matter at hand. But it’s slipping - fading, almost, as a physical urge struggles for dominance. 

Her lips brush his neck as she pulls away - she has to pull away - but it doesn’t matter in the end because somewhere along the way his lips find hers and all thought disappears, replaced by touch, feel and hunger.

Namjoon sighs into her mouth like he’s breathing for the first time, pulling her close. Her robe starts to loosen and he tugs at the belt, groaning when his hands touch her bare skin.

“Fuck, are you really not wearing anything under this?” he murmurs, his voice so low and reverberating so deep inside her that she shivers.

The robe is off; it’s cool and sudden air, a moment where his hands fall from her waist and then their back but this time, it’s skin against skin. It’s lips and sighs and tight grips, the feel of denim, her fingers moving out of habit as they unbutton and unzip - and then there’s pride and relief when she feels his desire for her, still the same as ever, no matter his words.

There’s something solid against her back; somewhere, dimly, her mind registers that her dining table is rickety and has her laptop on it, and then she’s leaning forward and he’s behind her and his chest is against her back and he wants her just as much as he wants him.

“Are you -“

“I’m still on birth control,” she confirms tightly, the next moment feeling his fingers on her hips and then he’s inside her again, after so long. She could almost sob at how good it feels, how right, the lips on her shoulder and his scent and touch.

But it’s over too soon. She gasps and falls forward, her ears ringing and heart hurting at the same time as her heart races. He’s getting close, too; she tries to memorise it now, the exact moment, but then he pulls out. It’s sudden, the emptiness, but the next moment, she feels wetness on her back.

It takes around ten seconds, ten seconds when she’s frozen before she finally hears him sigh and take a step away. A moment later, she reaches across the table and pulls the tissue box towards her, reaching behind and wiping her back.

Kaya turns slightly to see him pulling on his T-shirt, jeans buttoned already. She picks up her robe and pulls it on hurriedly, suddenly not wanting to be naked for even another microsecond in front of him.

Something feels wrong. It’s not the first time he’s finished on her; he’s done it before, on explicit request and without, none of which ever made her feel… like this. Self-conscious. Bare.

Namjoon clears his throat. “I -“ He meets her eyes, still panting slightly. “I still want to… do this right,” he says, sounding almost formal. “Goodbye, Kaya.” 

He starts to take a step forward but pauses. “Maybe we shouldn’t hug,” he murmurs, offering her a small smile. Kaya watches as he hesitantly offers her a hand.

This is goodbye. Kaya can’t remember ever feeling this uncomfortable around him. The momentary loss of her sense of reason feels like it’s returned in full form, and she tightens the robe around her. She starts to reach for his hand but then stops.

“This is what you meant?” she asks quietly. “When you said you wanted to do it the right way? You wanted to see if you could squeeze in one last fuck before you closed this out like a business meeting?”

“What?” Namjoon’s eyes widen. “No! I didn’t - I didn’t want that to happen! I mean - you know that’s not what I meant,” he adds quickly. “I didn’t plan this. You and I both -“

“You planned our break-up and I had no idea,” she cuts him off, the shame and embarrassment creeping up her throat. “I really don’t know anymore.”

He scoffs, but his eyes flicker like he’s been stung. “Is that what you think of me? We were both here, Kaya. It wasn’t just me - you wanted this just as much as I -“

“I slept with Adam.” 

Namjoon freezes. He swallows and his eyes flicker again, rapidly this time. “You’re lying,” he whispers.

Kaya shrugs, holding his gaze with every last bit of willpower in her. “You were the one who told me to move on last night,” she reminds him, watching his expression crumble and doing nothing to stop it.

After what feels like several minutes, or maybe even hours, Namjoon nods slowly. Then, without another word, he turns around and opens the door, walking out of her life and shutting the door behind him.

—

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101 ways to kill Barney Calhoun

I ended up making this list by going through multiple servers and people so here cuz I found it in my phone notes

Anyway the brilliant minds of the half-life fandom

1.) Waited pressure plate with tnt under it

2.) im going to leave mines under his mattress

3.) i’m setting a rake on his floor so he steps on it and whacks his face

4.) I'm giving him a bomb disguised as a cigar

5.) barney death 3: he ate what elvis presley ate….

6.) I would kill Barney Calhoun by slapping him so hard on the ass that it gives him cardiac arrest

7.) I drop him onto a pit of venomous snakes

8.) Im going to give Barney a beer but instead of beer it will be filled with deadly neurotoxin

9.) “now gordon, ive been keepin an eye out on this combine hideout for a while. they seem to walk in a certain pattern when crossing over to the entrance, which makes me think theyve buried mines all over the place. now, ive memorized the pattern, so im just gonna sneak on over, and you follow my lead, alright? dont worry, i know exactly where all the mines are.” and then he explodes

10.) that one episode of sponge bob where he eats the exploding pie and explodes

11.) set up tripwire then he falls into a tiger pit

12.) I type kill npc_barney into console

13.) slap the boobies off his chest so hard them fly around the world and hit the side of his head like water balloons

14.) i could marry him and slowly feed him mercury over a span for 3 years until he dies of mercury poisoning

15.) He tries to become a wwe wrestler but gets killed in a freak accident mid match

16.) I would kill him by making him a pizza but it’s covered in big chunks of lead but it’s hidden in the sauce and it’s a Chicago style pizza

17.) bring him to a highway and kiss him so hard he gets knocked onto the road and gets ran over

18.) Peeling him apart by the dna strand and eating it like spaghetti

19.) barney gets trampled by a stampede of horses

20.) giving him under the counter off brand viagra

21.) put him in a washing machine and turn it on

22.) shark attack

23.) pit of sharks

24.) barney gets criticized so badly he dies

25.) barney sits in an uncomfortable chair for too long

26.) He gets his arm caught in a bear trap w a beer used as a lure

27.) HE BECOMES THE CAT THAT TRAUMATIZED HIM. HE….YKNOW…..

28.) he gets stuck in a swimming pool like hes in the sims and dies from getting exhausted and drowning

29.) barney roasting marshmallows but his stick ignites into flames and he burns to death

30.) ATTACH SO MANY BALLOONS TO BARNEY HE FLOATS AWAY INTO THE SKY NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN

31.) barney gets rejected by gordon and he gets so sad his body shuts down

32.) I kiss him so tenderly on the lips that he melts into a puddle and dies

33.) i throw him in to a volcano so that he melt into a puddle and dies

34.) "I’ll turn him into a flea, a harmless, little flea, and then I’ll put that flea in a box, and then I’ll put that box inside of another box, and then I’ll mail that box to myself, and when it arrives…I’ll smash it with a hammer!"

35.) stick a bottle of beer into his throat, the whole bottle

36.) give Barney Calhoun a beer can full of poison

37.) hang a piano over the toilet and wait

38.) i think barney should have his spine ripped out through his mouth

39.) he goes to a bar and tries flirting with the bartender and the bartender takes out a shotgun and kills him on the spot

40.) punch him so hard in the penis that he shatters like a brittle glass

41.) bite him in half

42.) I'm grinding him in a giant shredder

43.) bro took a bath in hot mac 'n cheese

44.) i put him ina giant caldron full of water and i begin boiling him down to gelatin and broth

45.) barney accompanies the crew to the borealis and he steps over thin ice and gets dunked into the below zero water and freezes to death

46.) barney calhoun gets carried away by a tornado

47.) took barney on a vacation to Hawai’i and pushed him into a volcano

48.) He dies and he's never mentioned again and nobody cares

49.) died of tummy ache

50.) Stepped on by a strider

51.) shrinked until he disappeared completely

52.) blasted into the sun

53.) Stab him with 300 pencils made with real lead

54.) slip and falls and dies

55.) put him into a Minecraft furnace

56.) Barney ignores the wet floor sign and slips and cracks his head

57.) while swimming in the swimming pool he swims to fast and smashes his face against the pool's wall

58.) he gets a concussion and drowns

59.) i want to put him through a lunchmeat slicer

60.) He falls off a dumb huge cliff

61.) he lives his life to the fullest and at his deathbed at age 93, June 29th, 6:12 am he passes away

62.) he eats a burgie with too much grease and gets a heart attack

63.) testicular cancer

64.) He should get sucked into a fan while trying to fix it at Black Mesa and literally no one comes looking for him

65.) The Pita Bread Room

66.) slipped on a Banana peel

67.) ran over by a crap ton of shopping carts rolling down the hill

68.) barney overheats in a fursuit

69.) he has sex so bad that he dies

70.) Barney dies because i fucking kill him with a shovel 🖕

71.) barney eats the gas station sushi

72.) barney faints via twirling around and holding his hand in front of his forehead, and then slowly lying down with a flower in his hands to indicate death

73.) When they turn off the suppression fields he just blows up

74.) barney gets crushed by a giant boulder thats all i got son

75.) barney goes to the beach that makes you old

76.) His head spontaneously combusts and pops like corn

77.) erectile dysfunction

78.) we should also have him get carbon monoxide poisoning

79.) barney gets gaussian blurred into nothingness

80.) he eats 20 year old expired mcdonalds burger and contracts the worst case of food poisoning youve ever seen

81.) Have we done tying him to a train track like a damsel

82.) he dies in a glue trap

83.) barney develops lactose intolerance over the years of combine occupation and he drink milk and then dies from shitting hinself to death

84.) he should chocke on his favourite food

85.) barney gets lead poisoning from a 1990s garfield glass mug

86.) he chokes on plastic

87.) barney gets thrown throw a glass window from a 15 story building

88.) gordon gives barney a wedgie so bad that he splits in half and dies

89.) gordon and barney divorce and barney dies from heartbreak

90.) alyx and gordon have enough of barney’s snoring so they smother him in his sleep with a pillow

91.) he trips while walking with gordon and impales himself on gordons crowbar face

92.) if he were the size of an ant he'd be ok instead he blows up like a watermelon and his remains are fed to lamarr by a very delighted kleiner. he fucking hated barney

93.) dog roughhouses with barney and accidentally obliterates his spinal cord

94.) barney gets poisoned to death by his own chumtoad

95.) coats him in eggs and flour and fries him

96.) snatched by a hawk and eten alive

97.) barney gets to participate in a danganronpa killing game and gets executed

98.) barney opens the love-letter-for-you.txt.vbs file and it kills him

99.) elaborate rube goldberg machine to drop an anvil on barney

100.) barney dies in an Iron Maiden

101.) we should put barney under those old timey stone tablets meant to squish and torture people and make them talk

[days-until-burnout]

Heeyyy

Can I just say your writing always sends me to heaven and back

You write so gracefully I get inspired every time I read a post from you

Could you maybe do something with etho x tango? Maybe in a TIES context maybe maybe ??

Ps: youareawesomeyouareawesomeyouareawesomeyouar-

<3

AAAAAAAAAAAA WAIT THNNK YOU SO MUCH. THAT MEANS A LOT. COMMENTS LIKE YOURS MOTIVATE ME TO KEEP WRTING TO WIN WIN IN MY BOOK. this is not my best work but in my defence, i was sick recently so i couldnt write and i already feel rsuty but pls enjoy ;-; _____

📧 Day 46 -

Characters - Etho/Tango Words - 1,109 Time - 45 mins Content - Limited Life

It was an eventful day. After all the adrenaline and thrill and deaths, when the end of session was called, it was like everyone could finally breathe. Everything was still too tense, with side-eyes and murmurs, everyone sticking to their own. Better, but not by much. 

Etho had offered to stay back and clean up their base. Even without that, he had felt a little guilty at all the mess he had caused in trying to protect Tango. It was… a weird moment. He could not directly stop them, though maybe he should have gotten in their way physically. Instead, he had placed blocks that he then had to clean out. So he stayed behind to clean up while Skizz and Impulse went off to mine, and Tango—

Well, Tango already had a grand, exciting day, so he did not blame him if he decided to do nothing until the next session. 

Either way, cleaning did not take as long as he thought, even having time to fill the holes and terraform outside where the Bad Boys had dug in desperation. He giggled, remembering their glares when they realized it was a futile attempt, the realization that he had been lying to them. There had been a small phantom, very faint annoyance coursing through him when Joel looked at him (but they had broken into a fit of giggles when Joel stuck his tongue out, so maybe it was not such a big deal). People had been mad at him, but he had felt pride. 

He brought Tango time, which was the only thing that mattered.

After putting all the blocks back in the chests, he went to tend to the other chores in the base; mainly their crops and chickens. He found some seeds in a chest, and decided to use them up before doing the wheat. As he sat in front of their chicken ‘coop’, feeding the chickens seeds, his mind drifted to potential uses for the seeds. Wheat and composter were the obvious, but surely there had to be other uses, right?

As his mind wandered, Etho did not hear when someone joined him in the base, not snooping but right in the area where he was. Swiftly, quietly but not intentionally so, they began to harvest the wheat, only breaking the silence with a chuckle. 

“You’re thinking.”

Etho blinked, shaking his head back to reality, turning to see Tango knelt on the ground, pulling the wheat off. “Didn’t hear you.”

“I noticed.”

Etho let out a huff, a smile on his lips under the mask, “How are you feeling?”

“Good, good, I think. You?”

“I’m fine.”

“You know, I was talking with Pearl and BigB earlier. We talked about the time exchange thing. How I gave Skizz more time with my death?”

Etho hummed, promptly turning back to his chore. The seeds were light in his hand, a seed so small in between his digits. “We’ll get it back eventually. Just gotta keep it between us, and we might even have a chance to win.”

“You think so?”

“Likely. We are the biggest group, if you don’t count group alliances.”

“Huh, I guess so.” Tango hmphed, turning back to his work again. Soft stems breaking, roots pulled from the ground, the chuckling of chickens, exp, the occasional kneeling. It was peaceful, unlike earlier. “Hey, Etho? Thanks for all that, covering for me. You could’ve betrayed me, or even taken the time for yourself, but you didn’t.”

“What? No! We’re a team, c’mon. I wouldn’t have!”

Tango laughed, making Etho turn to him, staring at his back. That wire-like tail, flicking and swishing its flame. It was mesmerizing. 

“I know, I know. Aside from that absent father thing, you’re pretty loyal yourself, aren’t cha? Is that why you didn’t let me kill Bdubs before?”

Etho never knew he could go speechless so suddenly, throat dry and lips sealed. He stared at Tango’s back, waiting for him to turn around with a stupid smirk, say he was joking and pulling on his metaphorical (even though he very much had a tail) tail. But Tango stayed put, working diligently as Etho made seed dents in his palm. 

“I mean,” Tango continued, nonchalant, like that memory did not bother him even though they both knew better, “it makes sense, no? You love by protecting, or something like that. Loyal, weirdly loyal.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“Dunno. I was just thinking about today. About you, mostly.”

“Me?”

“You did save me.”

“We are a team.”

“Only a team?”

It was a long shot. A very long shot. But they had agreed, only waiting on Etho. And they were a team. Surely Etho would agree too. Matching ties to commemorate TIES. Tango remembered the shields. He could almost remember the weight on his arm when he looked at it long, like it would physically manifest at any moment. But it never did. He was almost glad. 

“Oh? What’s this?” 

Tango jumped, turning around to bump into Etho who was now sitting beside him. He followed his eyes, landing on the thing in his hand. Right. The tie. Etho’s tie. 

“It’s for you. Team TIES.”

There was a flash in Etho’s eyes, and Tango wondered if the same memory triggered in him. It did not matter, not now as he shoved the item into Etho’s hand, abruptly standing almost like escaping. 

“You don’t have to wear it, of course. But since we have, we figured out you might as well have it so you don’t feel left out.” He chuckled, Etho replying with a huff and an eye-roll. 

“I can’t tie ties, Tango!”

“You can’t?!”

“No?!”

It was almost unspoken. Tango sat down again, but Etho did not want it around his neck or collar. On his wrist, where he could hide it under his sleeve. Not that Etho did not care, that went without saying. But this was Etho, nothing explicitly said. How he was. 

They sat in silence for a while after, content in each other’s company. Etho dropped his head in Tango’s, letting out a long sigh. Before Tango could say anything, a hand found his, but not to hold. Fingers traced lines into the back of his hand; burning, bright lines like redstone. 

This was Etho, whether he knew it or not. 

Tango walked over, dropping some seeds in the nearest chest, lightly patting his shoulder. “I’m not going to say it, Etho.”

Before Etho could reply, Tango was gone. It was quiet, quieter. A ringing in his ears as his mind blanked. He looked down, peeking under his sleeve, the color red of the tie. 

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not me getting sick right on the weekend. awful timing. terrible timing. anyhow, no more breaks. this is not very daily behaviour of me also, dont mind my writing for the next couple days, i have no written anything and im trying to fight the sad so bare with me for a bit, fank you

[time-is-restored]

What Happened At The Church On Ruby Road?

AKA: Why does RTD want us to watch Ruby's first episode with a ruler and protractor?

Alright, so since I read this article excerpt yesterday night I haven't been able to stop thinking about what trick could be hidden in the sequence between the cloaked woman, the doctor, and baby ruby. While I'm not at all claiming to know the answer, I have a few details to point out that might help with further analysis.

First of all: A Continuity Error (On Purpose?)

At the very beginning of TCORR, when the doctor's giving his 'once upon a time,' speech, we see the TARDIS materialise + the doctor appear, looking in the direction of the cloaked woman, looking distraught. Disney+ is evil so I can't get an accurate screenshot, so take this scuffed photo instead, taken from 1:03. You can see a tear rolling down his cheek (little white dot on the left of his face, in line w this nose).

Later in the episode, when the doctor materialises in the scene for the first time, there is no tear. It's a marginally different shot in several ways, but that's the most noticable to me - screenshot taken from 42:59.

By itself, this is totally negligible. But I think when taken with the opening monologue (which heavily implies that the doctor finds out the cloaked woman's identity - "As for the mother, she was never seen again. No one ever knew her name, until that night a time traveller came to call. A traveller known as the Doctor."), there is possible evidence here that the doctor came to this moment twice. Once in the sequence of events as we see them, rescuing Ruby from the goblins, and once where... something else happened.

Second: The Layout of The Church

We get a few aerial shots of the church when the camera is showing the ascent of the ship, and a lovely wide shot as the doctor decides to not follow the cloaked woman (taken from 46:28 and 44:07).

The most important thing I want to point out is the way the hedge path curves to the right in the direction the doctor and the cloaked lady are facing. You can only really see it in that one shot (so I hope it's not a lens effect!). The aerial shot helps clarify that nothing is obstructing either of the character's view of the church.

We can also see that in this iteration of their encounter, the cloaked woman is standing a little bit to the right of the doctor (thanks to the curved path).

Third: The Timing

The only real indication of how much real time is passing in each scene is the clock striking midnight. So, when does that happen?

In the opening sequence, the clock strikes midnight after the man from the church has found Ruby and picked her up. We then see the woman relatively far down the road that we can see in that above screenshot, and THEN we see the TARDIS apparate and the Doctor appear.

In the goblin sequence, the woman is already far down the road well before it hits midnight, as the doctor sees her walking away before he runs to save baby ruby. Obviously time moves slower than usual in TV actions scenes, but that's not all - we see the clock strike midnight before the man from the church picks Ruby up.

Furthermore, the woman has... barely moved at all in those few minutes. Screenshots from 43:00 and then 46:45.

Okay, that should be all the relevant information from TCORR. Now to get to that point!

Fourth: The Point

This is where things go off the fucking rails. Here's our orienting shots for the Point.

Just to compare the positions of the doctor's shot here, here's the last shot we have of him looking at the lady in TCORR:

While this could just be a fancy camera angle, I think the Doctor is standing more to (his) left of the TARDIS than in this above shot. AKA: he's standing more to the left than she is. That emphasises that, if the woman was to be pointing at him when she turns around, she should be pointing to her right.

But I don't think she is -- especially in that wide shot, her arm looks like it's going wide. It's going more to the left than it should be. If RTD hadn't explicitly said the 'who's pointing at who' was significant, I would be fine with accepting that she's pointing at the doctor -- especially since that's how the doctor reads it.

And if we go back to the layout of the church, the things she could be pointing at are, in order of exactly how far to the left she'd have to point:

something just behind the doctor (would explain how close the point is to him)

the path up to the church

the clock tower

ruby/the baby

Regardless of where she's pointing, I think the implication is that there's someone else at the scene, doing something that the doctor didn't notice (perhaps due to his own bias with mother figures).

Wild Speculation:

Now, what do I think this means? Honestly, no idea LOL. It's still all just vague enough it could go in fifty different directions. But we know for sure that the moment where Ruby Sunday was left at the church is a moment in flux, thanks to the the Doctor's memory changing + the song in the background being different in Devil's Chord.

Part of me wonders if there's something (someone?) hiding inside that memory/moment in time? Like how Thirteen hid her companions inside their own time stream to try and buy time away from the swarm guys? It would explain the Maestro's reaction -- 'he couldn't have been there[...] on the night of her birth' -- in the devil's chord, the young boy is a harbinger. Maybe ruby is the harbinger of something too? That could also explain why it started snowing in the TARDIS after 15 scanned her -- the same thing happened when Maestro started trying to pull out her song.

Then if you go with the changeling angle, it's entirely possible we're about to get a shell game with babies 2: electric boogaloo (thanks russel for saying we should rewatch a good man goes to war, i'll never sleep again 👍). Maybe while the doctor's too busy watching the cloaked woman, someone else is intervening, switching her baby for ruby? Or doing something To her baby that explains why ruby is so... wrong, for lack of a better word?

Also, looking between the opening sequence vs the goblin sequence timing, we have several minutes where the cloaked woman is totally unaccounted for in the latter, as well as an entire interaction between her and the doctor that... didn't happen? Or did happen, but was forgotten? Unwritten? Rewritten? Etc.?

If I had to make a bet (and let's be honest, what else are we doing while theorising LOL), I'd say that something about that night has been memory-holed out of existence. Possibly a doomed timeline that righted itself, ala 73 yards, but left just enough trace that the people involved know something happened (ruby knows she's been to wales three times before, the doctor knows he was pointed at).

I think it was triggered when the lady and the doctor got too close to each other (did she hear that the goblin ship was taking her baby? did she turn around and see something she otherwise would have missed?), and realised something about each other (or ruby?) that needed to stay dormant. the cold opening implies the doctor learns her name, and since there don't appear to be any time of the angels sneaky outfit change moments, i can only assume it happened here, somewhere in this memory.

And hell, in for a penny in for a pound, maybe it all got undone (retconned, in universe, in real time), because the Doctor shouldn't learn about the cloaked woman until the finale? Spoilers? In TV meta, did the director tell all the other actors (the church man + the cloaked lady) to hold in place until the doctor was back in position?

[Final note, regarding the continuity error I noted first up, in TV shows with ad breaks factored in -- brief fades to black at dramatic moments, then the last ten seconds play again to remind the audience what's happening -- sometimes directors would use different takes for before and after the ad break. Maybe that's the explanation for the tear -- in universe, that cold open stopped in its tracks the moment the opening was cued to play. It then started again with a doctor who had last cried several minutes ago, and the scene played out as intended.]

Anyway fellow 'the mistakes are in there on purpose' believers how are we FEELING!!!!!

[xxnghtclls]

Permission

Chapter 46

(Chapter 45; Chapter 47)

True Form Sukuna x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence

Please see Chapter 1 for tags!

Judgement Day

Sukuna, still crouching next to Akiko, doesn’t respond with words. His eyes, however, bore into you, as if he’s hesitating. You hold the eye contact, before you nod at him, almost unnoticeable. His eyes squint softly, before you notice how his bottom pair of eyes focus on Akiko and his left hand starts moving into her direction. After the split of a second, you rip your gaze off his hand and slam the door shut behind you.

Bam!

With your pulse pounding against your throat, you stomp over to your own chambers and rip the door open.

Lightning.

Feeling nauseous with her blood still lingering on your tongue, you curse yourself, knowing damn well what you just told your King was just a selfish order to make Akiko disappear, knowing damn well that you wouldn’t be able to bear the pain of guilt while mourning her grave. Knowing damn well that, even if she was back alive, you wouldn’t be able to let her go.

So, you needed her gone. To ease your pain, to forget. The only friend you ever had.

Bury her in the maw of your King and stand proud. Seek revenge and kill that Bitch. Let yourself feel the pleasure of drowning in Sayako’s blood and let darkness consume you. Let yourself forget they ever existed.

And slowly but surely, you know damn well, that you’ve truly become a monster yourself.

Knowing, that your soul is losing every last piece of humanity with every step you take.

You rush over to the other side of your futon, your weapons still laying there where you left them. Dagger, bow and your only arrow.

No time.

You pick the dagger up and take the bottom part of your kimono, staining it even more with Akiko’s blood that’s still sticking on your hands. Quickly you slice a slit into the fabric for better movement and shove the dagger into your obi. Then you grab the bow and arrow and rush out of your room.

Lightning.

You stomp down the halls. The splatter of the rain is your companion, the rumble of the storm your heartbeat.

Another lightning.

Suddenly you hear that door fall open again and before you arrive at that very corner, you see that bitch Sayako tippling into your vision. Still a few yards in distance, you see her carrying a kitchen knife in her left, unwounded hand. She immediately stops and looks at you.

And you look back at her.

Wasting no time, you draw your arrow, focus on her and let go. Immediately.

Shoot.

Whoosh.

Through the darkness it flies.

A bad shot.

Sayako is fast, she reacts quickly and dodges, running back out of the door she came from.

Shit!

Clenching your jaw, you curse yourself another time, for not having trained with your weapons in a while, not even touched them. Your only arrow crashes against the wall and lands on the floor. A maniacal giggle echoes through the halls, until it’s silenced with the shut of the door.

Hurrying forward, you peek around the corner, before you rush to get your arrow. It’s still intact, as you pick it up.

In the distance, you hear the sound of Sukuna’s door. You look up and turn to see the light from his room illuminating the dark floor from behind the corner.

No time to waste.

You turn back to make your way to the door that Sayako left through.

Striding through the next part of the shrine, the sound of your footsteps is silenced by the splattering rain from outside.

It’s dark.

Your heart is beating fast, adrenaline is pumping through your veins. She could stand right in front of your eyes with the next lightning.

Oh how much you would love for your fist to fly through the darkness to punch into her face.

However, those halls seem empty, as if no one ever set foot in it. Another door is moving in the distance, however, the echo makes it difficult to determine which one it was. Looking around you, your vision can’t focus on anything.

Doesn’t matter.

You arrive at the kitchen door and wrap the bow around your torso, tug the arrow inside your obi, before taking out the dagger. You grab it tightly with your left hand and inhale before you loudly kick the door open.

“Sayakooo!” you yell, as you burst into the dark room. Only the candle on the counter is burning. The flickering light throws sharp shadows dancing against the walls, as suddenly-

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Heavy footsteps approach you to your left and you turn to see one of the other kitchen maids stomping right at you, swinging a heavy cleaver into your direction with her right hand. Her body and motion almost being only a shadow, thanks to the dim light of the candle. Your breath hitches, but you manage to crouch down in time. Quickly you, go down to your knees and crawl along the counter, manage to grab the basket with the apples in the corner and pull at it, causing it to fall over. Loudly, those apples roll onto the floor, roll into the direction of your attacker.

You turn around, see her taking another swing with the cleaver, as she suddenly trips and you also can’t react fast enough. She curses, as her upper body lands on your legs.

Fuck.

“Bitch!” she hisses, as you try to wiggle free. Your vision down here, on the floor, is even worse, almost black. She gets a hold of your legs and swings her blade at you. A heavy shadow with a deadly weapon. You clench your jaw, as survival instinct and adrenaline shoot through you-

CLING

The cleaver buries itself on the floor to your left, cutting through your sleeve and you feel that the fabric was pinned to the ground. Your left arm can’t move, as she tries to remove the knife, but it sits too deep.

And she struggles, as you keep wiggling your legs and with a loud grunt, you manage to free your right leg and-

Bam!

You manage to kick into her face. She cries out and looses the hold of the cleaver. You unconsciously let go of your dagger and it clings to the floor, as you move over to your side, grabbing the hilt of the cleaver with your right hand to free yourself from the ground.

Hearing your dagger’s blade rattle against the floor, rage bubbles up in you, fearing she got a hold of it.

No!

You pull and pull but nothing moves, before you quickly lay flat again, as you hear her coming closer.

Sting!

She strikes, burying the tip of your dagger into the floor right next to your face, cutting your cheek in the process.

You breathe angrily, clench your jaw and your lip trembles, as your hand searches on the floor, searches for an apple to crush against her head.

Sting!

Another strike, another miss, however dangerously close. The darkness feels like your best friend and enemy at the same time. Everything happens so fast, you can only hope and trust your instincts to dodge into the right direction. She retracts the blade from the floor and in that moment, an apple finds your hand. She strikes again, but this time, you do, too.

Before the blade can reach your face, the apple crushes against her temple, sending juices and bits and pieces right into her eyes.

“Fuck!” she curses, while her hands shoot to her eyes. She let’s go of your blade and falls backwards, causing your weapon fall onto the floor right next to your face. The impact and it’s angle makes it repel itself from the ground, causing it to cut into your left ear.

You groan and curse in pain, while you use the moment to roll over again. Pulling yourself up to your feet, you pull at the cleaver with all your strength.

Pull…Pull PullPullPull

Shluk!

You’re able to rip it out of the ground, before hurrying to the sack of rice, that’s stored in the adjacent corner, as you hear the maid collect herself and get back on her feet as well.

You grab a fistful of grains from the sack, turn around and throw it into her face. She manages to dodge your attack and follows you, trying to grab the sleeves of your Kimono. Adrenaline kicks in and in all the stress and motions, you can’t find a good moment to swing at her with the cleaver in your right hand, as she chases you around the counter in the middle.

Suddenly, she gets a hold on your collar, yanks you back to her. In the split of a second you see the candle, flickering, hot, with molten wax, sitting on the counter to your right. Your body reacts, grabbing it hastily with your left hand, turn around and shove it into her right eye.

A loud hissing sound fills the air, as she starts to scream and the light goes out, covering both of you in complete darkness, before a lightning strikes. You see her screaming face in the split of a second, so full of pain and agony, full of molten wax and blood.

Grabbing her by her wrists, you yank her to into the corner you’ve been lying moments before. She trips another time and falls onto her back.

Wham!

Apples crush under her weight, as she hits the ground, as her head hits the floor with a loud bang. She keeps screaming and you hear her voice becoming sore. Quickly, before you lose track of her position, you crouch down and straddle her, as she wriggles in pain. You heave the cleaver up, grabbing it with both of your hands and swing it down.

And you hit.

Splerch!

With a loud impact, you hit right into her face, cutting off her screams. Blood splatters into your face, as you feel her twitching.

Another lightning reveals what you’ve done.

Not enough.

A crack hits your ear, as you pull out the blade and swing it down again.

Sqwelp!

And again.

Shunk!

And again.

Sphhhlt!

Until she doesn’t move.

Until it’s completely-

Silence.

Panting, you toss away the cleaver and take a moment to collect yourself, before you lean over to grab your dagger back into your own hand. Carefully, you stand back up, feeling the blood drops on your face. Tapping along the counter, you find your way back to the opened door. Looking through the door, you see a huge shadow that paints the wall across from you.

A rumble, followed by lightning.

The light reveals Sukuna, leaning on his shoulders, his arms are crossed in front of him, the upper part of his Kimono hanging from his waist, revealing his naked torso.

And the light also reveals you, with a ripped Kimono, that looks just like his and with blood on your face.

His eyes keep glowing through the darkness, looking down at you with his chin risen. His gaze is stern, looking right through you, into your soul.

And if you weren’t you, you would’ve crumbled under this gaze of your King. Out of fear and horror, like a normal person would.

But not you.

Not me.

Your lip twitches and you glare back at his face. Without saying a word, you turn to your left to walk further down the halls, vanishing into the darkness-

Lightning.

Not far from the kitchen door, you see that other doors grace the wall to your left and suddenly, you see a light illuminating behind the next corner. You stop in your tracks.

Quiet now.

Without a sound, you tug your dagger back into your obi and take out the bow and arrow instead. The light keeps moving and moving, until it’s about to reveal itself. Quietly, you nock the arrow, keep standing still right where you’re standing and finally, one of other kitchen maids walks into your vision. You remember her joking about Sukuna’s taste in food with the maid you just killed.

The candlelight illuminates her and some of the space around her, but it doesn’t reach far. You assume, that she won’t see you, that you stand in complete darkness, until she approaches you further.

Badum. Badum. Badum.

Shhhh.

You soothe yourself, as she keeps walking towards you, not seeing you. She holds a knife in her hand, walking carefully, watching the darkness.

Correcting your feet, you quietly breathe in.

Flex your core.

She walks closer.

A little higher.

Heartache.

You suppress the hiss in your lungs and aim at her head.

Breathe out.

Now she’s close enough, suddenly her eyes widen, as she see’s how the light of her candle suddenly engulfs your figure. You focus on her, your eyes twitching at her wide ones.

“Boo!” you say calmly, before you let go of your arrow.

Thump!

With a loud impact, the arrow buries itself into her forehead, yanking her towards the ground. The metal of the candle holder and her knife clank against the stone floor, as she twitches once or twice, until it’s silent again.

Finally.

You sniff proudly, before you lower your bow and walk up to her. Putting your foot on her sternum, you grab the arrow and rip it out of her skull. It breaks out easy and you watch her empty eyes for a second, before you look up to the doors. They look similar to the one to your-

Those must be their rooms.

“Mhm…” you mumble to yourself, as you’re walking back to the first door you saw. Wrapping your bow around your torso, you switch the arrow with your dagger.

Which one is hers?

You rip open the first door, see the head of the kitchen maids standing at her window, quickly turning around to you. Not the maid you hoped to see, but seeing the blood on her hands, you figure, that she must’ve helped Sayako to cut out her tongue…

and didn’t even bother to wash it off.

A candle is burning in the corner. Glaring and focusing at her, like you’re on a hunt, you walk slowly, eye her up and down.

And her eyes grow angry and scared.

“You’re complicit in killing that girl, aren’t you?” you say, nudging your chin at her hands. Avoiding to speak Akiko’s name feels like a reaction of your immune system, to keep pushing her into the back of your head.

To forget.

She just follows your motions with her eyes, not daring to say anything. The grip on your dagger tightens.

“I thought only her tongue was cut out, not yours too.” you smirk, loosing the tension, before you sit down on her futon.

“Look at you.” she starts talking quietly. “Being covered in blood, you sit there. You’re becoming just like him. Something evil, with an aura that people can’t help to be fascinated with, obsessed with. Gentrifying their thoughts and actions around you, just like Sayako.”

You frown amused at her, feeling almost flattered, while she continues.

“Although you’re just someone who happened to walk in here. With nothing but the clothes on your body and your past in your brain. Not realising, how you’re loosing yourself in the attention he gives you. Loosing yourself in the words he tells you, in those lips he touches you with. What if he-”

“So?” you huff. And after a pause your mouth turns into a grin, start to chuckle deviously. Rolling back, you lay on her futon, exhale amused and look softly at her.

She frowns in surprise, can’t answer.

“He is all I have.” you say softly, with a smirk on your face. “And I am his. I lost my heart to him and I don’t want it back. No matter what.”

She huffs and shakes her head.

“You’re so far gone.”

A pause.

Your eyes grow dark, as your smirk fades.

“I am.” you say in a serious tone, before you stand up and walk slowly to her. “You wanna know how far?” your voice threatening.

The maid averts your gaze as you step close to her, lean to her ear.

“Far enough, to feed that girl you killed to my King.” you lean closer. “Far enough, to make him act upon my wish and far enough to seek blood to make me feel better.” you whisper. “So… don’t act like you know anything better than me. Don’t forget who you’re speaking to.”

She huffs quietly, before she speaks.

“Well, who am I spea-“

Bam!

You interrupt her with a punch into her face. It’s hard, with the hilt of your dagger. You even hear the crack of her nose. She cries out and her hands fly into her face, trying to soothe the ache.

“Fucking bitch.” she hisses, earning another punch.

Bam!

“There was a time I almost thought we could’ve been friends.” you say calmly, mixing your voice with her cries, before your right hand grabs her hair and yanks her head downward. You stash away the dagger, take the candle with you and walk her back to the door.

“When you’ve been caring for me when I was sick, when you were nice to me at the well, when you prepared food for me.” you continue, while dragging her out of her chambers. “Aaaahhh. Old times.” you chime.

The maid struggles in your hold and you dig your nails deeper into her scalp. Walking a few steps, there’s another door and you stop, pondering.

There’s someone missing.

Someone you haven’t seen in a while.

“Hm.” you conclude, before you take the detour and open said door. A loud squeak is heard from the inside.

A loud, familiar squeak.

Walking inside, another lightning reveals the person. It’s the blind maid. Panicking, sitting trembling on her futon in darkness. The other maid tries to wriggle out of your grip.

“Leave her!”-

“Shut up.” you hiss, as she tries to punch you, making you respond with another punch right on her head. She shouts in pain and the blind maid starts whimpering. You drag the maid with you, closer to the blind one, before you crouch down in front of her, holding the candle into her face.

And you look at her. In silence. Without her knowing how close you are.

There are scars in the corners of her eyes, right where Sukuna’s slashes hit. Her eyes are closed, probably no eyeballs left.

She hides her face behind her fists in worry, nibbles on her nails and rocks back and forth.

And you can’t help to think she’s innocent.

“H-Hanae?” she asks quietly.

You raise your brows in awe, having learned another name.

Hanae.

You tug on her hair, making her grunt.

“I’m here.” she hisses.

“You’re coming with us.” you whisper gently. “C’mon. Take her hand.”

You put the candle next to you for a moment and guide the blind girls hand into one from Hanae. Grabbing the candleholder, you stand up and walk out of the room. Your fist doesn’t leave Hanae’s hair as you turn to your left and keep walking down the halls.

Quietly.

The storm seems to stop, giving you no occasional light to make you fully see where you’re going. But it doesn’t matter, you’ve been running down these halls in utter darkness before, so your candlelight will be perfectly fine. You walk them past the maid you’ve killed with your arrow.

Down, down, down those halls.

Where are you, Sayako?

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps. You stop in your tracks and listen. Another glow in the dark, flickering and stumbling, behind the very same corner the maid earlier came from. However, it doesn’t move so slowly. Not at all.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Sayako turns around the corner, holding a knife in her left hand and barely holding onto a candle holder in her wounded, right hand. The bandages are dripping red, still and it must hurt to even touch anything with those slit fingers.

She spots you and your hostages, making her grin widely. Crazy, almost.

“Who do we have here?” she chuckles, visibly excited to see you. “I assume, that you liked the gift I sent you? Making you parade through these halls, using everyone you come across to paint yourself full of your bloody misery.”

You clench your jaw, are ready to go straight at her, but-

Be calm!

Breathe!

Quietly, you stare at her, not answering to her yapping. Stare at her, like a predator that’s focusing on its prey.

And her grin fades.

“I hope Sukuna was embarrassed by your misery, hearing how pathetic you were, while you cried for that stupid bitch. I hope my King saw who you truly are-“

“Sayako!” Hanae interrupts, but Sayako keeps talking, gritting her teeth.

“A piece of garbage. A sick whore, who thinks she can do what she wants, just because he enjoys your oozing cunt!”

“Stop!”

You huff quietly, tugging on Hanae’s hair again.

“Do you wanna know, what he told me?” you start to speak, as a smirk creeps on your face. “What he made me say, before I-”

“I don’t give a shit what he told you! He is lost!!” she shouts at you, before she tosses away the candle. “You fucking witch!” she keeps going, as she suddenly charges into your direction, raising her knife, ready to stab you.

Thinking Sayako would have to slow down her moves in order to catch you when you hide, you pull Hanae in front of you, shielding you. The blind girl stumbles after her, losing the hold of Hanae’s hand, as you quickly take another step behind, when suddenly-

Splitch! Splitch! Splitch!

Sayako starts shouting in rage, while she keeps stabbing Hanae in order to get to you. You’re shocked, stumbling backwards and sideways, hearing Hanae’s painful screams, but keep her in front of you, shielding yourself from Sayako’s insanity, until you feel her hair pulling against your hand. Hanae’s knees give in, as she whimpers and cries and gasps for air and you let her go.

With a loud thump her body falls onto the floor and the blind maid starts to scream.

Sayako still aims at you and you dodge one of her blows, while you witness how the blind girl falls to her knees in the corner of your eye.

“Hanae! Hanae!” she screams, shaking Hanae’s lifeless body in order to wake her up.

Slit!

Sayako’s knife cuts your right arm, not too deep, making you focus back on her. Your back meets the wall and before she can wield her knife again, you raise your leg to kick her in her stomach.

And you hit, with all your force.

Bam!

She falls to the ground and you quickly pull your dagger out of your obi. Sayako is fast to gather herself, moves to her side and wants to get up, but you throw your candle and candleholder against her head instead.

With a loud clang, it hits her temple, making her loose balance and sink further back to the ground again. She cries out in pain, while the blind maid keeps screaming and wailing in the back.

The flame doesn’t extinguish, as the candle rolls around the floor, giving you the perfect vision to give her another

kick

against her face.

Oh it feels good.

Her head and upper body is thrown back at the force, but she catches herself after a second and looks back at you-

And her eyes scream into yours.

With rage.

With fear.

Panting.

You crouch down to her and stare at her, muster her. Watch how a little blood runs down her temple.

And suddenly it’s just you two. The blind girls screams and cries grow faint and mute in the distance.

Like predator and prey.

So calm and quietly.

“Too bad you didn’t catch fire.” you mumble, cold, as your focus shifts to the blood, that runs down her nose. “Unlike me.”

She huffs insecurely, before she turns into the other direction.

As if instinct and adrenaline shot through her veins, she quickly hurries back on her feet and runs. Giggling, she creates some distance between you and her, almost stumbling over dead Hanae.

Sayako slows down and turns back to you, breathing, her eyes wide, as her giggles turn into laughter.

“Look at you!” she sighs loudly, the faint light of the candle flickering on her figure. “You’ve changed!”

Your lip twitches in excitement.

Tap. Tap.

You tap with the tip of your dagger onto the cold stone floor.

She starts running and the surrounding sounds echo clearly into your ear again. The blind girl keeps crying, louder and louder. You get up and hop over dead Hanae’s body, following Sayako with large, determined steps.

Down through the halls.

With screams behind your back.

Left corner.

Right corner.

Sayako keeps giggling.

Up those stairs.

The doors open and you see Sayako’s silhouette run outside into the blue moonlight, when suddenly, the screams from inside the halls are cut off.

And you know it was him.

Out.

Your foot hits the grass, a cold breeze flows through your hair, as you keep your focus on Sayako. She runs towards the woods, that you’ve walked through with your Love, makes you remember his words to you, when you asked him to teach you how to fight.

And your heart aches and your eyes get wet at the thought of those memories, how important you already must have been to him back then.

To teach you at your wish.

And how important you must be to him now.

To sent you to kill Sa-

…to kill that Bitch.

To make you feel better.

To set you free.

You sniff, still walking fast behind her, the space growing being between the two of you. As soon as she reaches the trees, you quickly stash away your dagger and in one fluid motion, unwrap the bow from your torso, pull out the arrow and nock it.

Too late.

Step.

No!

Halt. Her calf.

Breathe.

Shoot!

You let go, making your arm sting. It flies and flies, steady, until it grazes her thigh, makes her cry out loud in pain, makes her bleed, makes her stumble and almost fall. Your arrow lands into the thicket, down into the darkness and you realise, that it’ll be impossible to find again this night.

Fuck!

You stomp your foot angry onto the ground, before you hurry after the Bitch, who now only limbs her way through the thicket and trees into the darkness of the forest. Tossing, the bow away and into the grass, you reach the trees, feeling a dark energy looming behind you.

It’s him.

You turn around, see the tall silhouette of Sukuna emerge from the entrance of the shrine, walking slowly. Adrenaline starts pumping in your veins again and you turn back forward, crawling and tippling through that thicket. Slow.

The branches scratch and poke you through your kimono, it hurts, but you keep being focused on your goal.

My goal…

Focus.

To revenge.

To forget.

And what else?

And to make him mine.

And mine only.

No bitch to bother me.

’Cause I am his and he’ll be mine.

For now and all eternity.

Crack.

The sound rips you out of your thoughts. The Bitch has been moving forward and forward, moving towards that clearing where the moonlight hits the ground. That clearing where he saved you from those beasts, months ago.

Another step, another scratch and another branch that cracks beneath your foot and you step onto that clearing. The Bitch is still limping and you can see, that a big, red stain has formed on her kimono where your arrow hit.

She slows down and turns to you.

“When I think about it.” she starts, panting, her breath forming a cloud into the cold air. “I knew you’ve changed. I knew it when I heard you in the kitchen. So loud and filthy, breaking all of our hearts at once. What a vile bitch you are.”

You feel Sukuna’s presence arriving in the thicket behind you. So silently, while she keeps talking.

“At first I thought, what you made me do with my finger was just a silly, evil mood of yours. A way to revenge my little kick to your head, but no… You enjoy this.” she starts chuckling. “So I enjoyed, what I did to your little friend.”

You clench your jaw, as you stare at her wordlessly, while you slowly draw your dagger from your obi.

“I’m proud of you. Your garbage self became a pathetic monster who thinks she’s something. Prancing around in those halls, bewitching our King.”

You can‘t help, but to scoff at her words.

“Maybe I should’ve done the same, should’ve thought of some kind of spell, some kind of sorcery, six years ago.” she sighs, while looking up into the sky.

Wait.

“Six years ago?” you frown suspiciously and she chuckles, her eyes growing soft.

“When he took me in, as a price for destroying that muddy village next to mine.” she smiles.

Was she…

“Everyone was so proud of me, thinking I was to become his queen, someone royal and respected. And I did, too, until I learned what’s going on here. But I kept fighting and made sure I stood by his side, even though his soul never appeared approachable in any kind.”

…the price for my freedom?

“And then someday, you knocked on this very door!” she starts shouting, pointing with the knife into the void of the trees, directing to the shrine’s door. “And he changed, lost his mind and soul like he never did before! Six years worth of effort became in vain over some beggar like you! Stinky and foul on the outside and inside!”

Just like now.

“I hate you!” she shouts.

And you realise how similar the both of you are and always have been. It makes you smile.

“I hate you, too.” you say softly and from your heart, almost like you’re talking to an old friend. It makes her huff.

“Now tell me, how did you like my response to the audacity of yours to act like his fucking queen, when in reality he just can’t see the filth that you are??” she hisses.

The energy behind you grows darker, making your smile fade and your fingers tighten around the handle of your dagger, before you start moving forward.

Enough.

“Her screams so pathetic, so shrill, like a small baby, that’s been scared by a mere shadow.”

Clenching your jaw, you keep listening to what she’s saying.

“Started crying like a little child, when she lost her ability to beg for mercy.”

Your blood starts boiling.

Merge with your weapon.

”Too bad you couldn’t see her hollow eyes, when I fed her to my King.” you growl, as you approach her, lunging your dagger.

Her eyes widen in horror, before she’s quick enough to dodge your attack.

“What’s the matter?” you hiss, as you aim another time, this time slicing into her right upper arm.

Don’t think.

She cries out, as drops of blood fly through the air, before she suddenly buries the handle of her knife into your temple.

Bam!

You groan in agony, can’t see straight, as you try to reach for her hand that’s holding her knife to prevent her from attacking further, but she cuts into your fingers instead.

Don’t let her be faster than me!

Another pump of adrenaline shoots through you, making you rip your eyes open wide.

See!

“What’s the matter, you ask?” she shouts, before lunging her knife at you. “How dare you!”

You dodge with your upper body, but she buries the blade into your left thigh.

Splerch!

“Fuck!” you shout, the pain stinging badly. It feels like she even hit your bone and you can sense, that the energy, that’s sitting hiding in the trees, grows darker and darker every second.

And it reaches your soul.

You can feel it.

The darkness is growing in you. Consuming you.

She chuckles darkly, as she pulls out the knife from the flesh of your thigh and in the split of a second you turn away and run into the other direction, back to the trees.

“What now? This isn’t over!” she keeps shouting and you hear her running after you.

Your thigh keeps hurting, but you try your best to be fast.

At least faster than her.

Step. Step. Step. Step.

Fuck!

No!

Concentrate!

Step.Step...Step.Step.

Be calm!

Left hand.

Her left hand!!

Breathe!!

Step.Step.Step.Step.

You almost stumble, but you turn around and your swing your blade, see the Bitch running behind you, only a few yards away, before you let go of your dagger, aiming at the hand she’s holding her knife in.

Please.

Splitch!

The blade buries into her wrist, not exactly the point you aimed for, but it’s good enough. She screams and looses her own knife at the impact and stops running, bending her body in agony.

And you loose no time.

You start to sprint into her direction, despite the blood and pain in your thigh and tackle her harshly to the ground.

Thwump!

“You’re right. It isn’t!” you growl, as you straddle her and punch into her face. The punch so hard, blood starts crawling out of her nose again, before it mixes with the blood on her lips.

More.

Seeing her bleed from your punch fuels the darkness within you even more. It tickles in your veins, like boiling alcohol. With her being stunned from the punch, you take the opportunity to pull out your dagger from her wrist, causing the blood to run out of her arm and grab her hands, before you clamp her arms between your knees against her sides.

And then you punch her again.

Bam!

She spits blood.

And you start trembling from the excitement, start to gasp and rip your eyes wide open.

More!

A punch with the handle of your dagger.

You start chuckling, feel how she’s struggling beneath your legs like a fish on dry ground. The feeling so good, you feel the excitement overflow. Feel like you need to see more and more of her blood again. Your vision grows foggy, but so clear and sharp at the same time, as if your rage makes you so blind, but so aware, as if you can see with every sense in your being. The darkness keeps growing, your brain starts heating up, your heart is aching and you feel the need to punch her again.

Over and over and over again.

Bam!

Thwump!

Plorrkk!

And you can’t help but to laugh.

All those suppressed feelings over the passed time that you’re in this shrine, all the disrespect, the pain and the anger she’s caused and fuelled in your soul, they all come out as a laugh of insanity.

And you enjoy this.

With all your heart.

But your heart?

It’s aching so badly, almost ripping apart, as if he misses you so much, but you know he’s right behind you.

Watching. Enjoying.

As if he’s growing proud of the cruelty that you’ve become.

As if he wants to join you and your fun.

Almost as if he wants to fuck you into nirvana, right into the ground next to her body.

Oh and you would love it. Would love to let him carnally take you and make her witness with her last breath, that you’re his and he’s yours.

To let her know, who you are and what she never was.

To teach her the respect she never had.

To burn into her brain, that it was a mistake to fuck with you, that it was a mistake to kill Aki-

Thwump!

Another punch, that renders her unable to move, but not unconscious. She still keeps blinking, her eyes looking empty, her chest still moving, breathing slightly.

You run your thumb soothingly over the bruise you printed on her right cheek.

“Shhhh.” you coo. “Sukuna is here, you know, watching.”

Then you grab her by her jaw, squeezing her cheeks and give her a kiss on her forehead.

“And I’m glad, that he and the moon can both witness your misery tonight.” you whisper at her bloody face. Her eyes grow wide in terror, as she sees your face, your eyes. She panics, as she’s unable to move beneath your hold and you notice familiar sounds of growls coming from inside the woods.

Oh. Right.

Those Curses.

They’re waiting.

But you ignore them and keep your focus on your prey beneath.

“Now cry like a little child.” you spit at her, before you force her mouth open. “Say aaa!”

She starts screaming, squirming and struggling beneath your body, as you move the tip of your dagger down her mouth, poking through her tongue and piercing through. Her screams grow shrill, it hurts in your ear.

Hurts so good.

So satisfying.

Blood pools in her mouth and her eyes roll back, as she winds herself in pain. She chokes and coughs and cries and screams, as you cut through the muscle that made her able to speak those foul words, that flew right from her lips and throat like poison.

And it makes you laugh, makes you feel insane and cruel and happy and you can sense, that the beasts within the woods are impatient, ready to step out into the moonlight.

“Look at you.” you mock her. “I bet even she didn’t look so pathetic, compared to you.”

This sweet torture and revenge, it makes your heart go through the roof.

“Keh Keh Keh! Ahhhh!” you chuckle as you finally feel the muscle tear apart. Burying the dagger into the ground next to her head, you grab the tongue with your bare fingers and rip it out of her mouth.

Splitch!

Her screams grow silent, as you raise the tongue into your vision, while she keeps twitching under you. Mustering it for a second, you notice how she stopped fighting.

“Oy!” you slap her cheek, make her face turn to your right.

Nothing.

You quickly tug the tongue into your obi and raise her upper body. She doesn’t move, lost consciousness.

“I’m not ready yet, Sayako.” you whisper at her, before slapping her cheek another time.

And again.

And again.

And it wakes her up.

The Bitch starts coughing violently, spitting her own blood right into your face and you start to smile.

“There you go.” you chuckle, as she catches herself and calms down.

Looking back into your eyes, she grows horrified, before you yank her back down to the ground.

She moves, her hands slipped out from between your legs and find your arms, while she tries to speak, but only muffled noises come out of her mouth, making it impossible to understand. Her nails dig into your arms, as she starts crying and kicking again, while you take the dagger back into your hands.

“You held your promise with the tongue.” you hover over her, placing the tip of the dagger over her chest. “So I’m gonna do the same.”

She panics and screams and kicks and bends, knowing what’s about to come, but the strength in her hands is not nearly enough to yank you away. You slowly push the dagger into her ribcage, while your right hand guides the blade and your left hand pushes on the hilt, until you feel a resistance.

“Mh.” you hum, before you pull out the knife again, take the handle with both hands and raise it above your head.

“Bitch.” you sneer, before you stab her chest with all your might, aiming not directly at her heart, slicing through her bones.

She screams, but her vocal cords already give in, making it sound hoarse and voiceless. You pull the blade down, opening her rip cage even more.

Sayako starts to hyperventilate, her body starts to shake and tremble, her hands search and bury themselves into the dirt next to her. Your heart is pounding against your own chest, as you lean down and take a sniff.

This scent.

Of death and fear. It pushes you.

“Ahhhh.” you chime.

Like in trance, like on a high, your fingers find the edges of her bones and with all your might you crack it open, revealing her lungs and barely beating heart in front of you, the sudden force on her making her stop moving entirely.

Badum… Badum… Ba…dum…

“So weak.” you hiss, before you chuckle. Looking up to her face, her eyes grew empty. Hollow.

Another look at her heart.

Silence.

It’s sitting still, right there in her chest.

She’s gone.

You grab her jaw and turn her face to look at you.

And your eyes grow soft and your heart slows down.

Your hand moves from her jaw and grabs her heart, fingers burying into her insides, squeezing right into the remaining warmth of her lifeless body. The adrenaline recedes, and with the last strength you have within you, you rip it out.

And at the same time, it feels like he rips your own heart out as well.

You sigh loudly, catch your breath, before you look at it.

The moonlight shines its light upon it, makes the blood glistening and shining.

So small.

You sigh.

It’s over.

A pause.

Exhausted, you lean back and get back up on your feet. Your thigh feels like it’s about to give in, but it will be enough to go back. Tugging the dagger back into your obi, you suddenly feel something sniff at you.

Something huge.

It’s close.

And you almost forgot its there.

Almost forgot, during the bloodlust you felt.

You turn to your left and see a huge beast standing right before you. One of those curses, much taller than the ones which attacked you, much taller than the ones which are probably still sitting in the woods, ready to come out.

And you look it in the eye, staring right into its soul.

Feeling no fear whatsoever.

And somehow, you think, that it won’t hurt you.

It’s not here because of you.

It’s because of her-

Swooosh!

A fire arrow suddenly flies through the air and hits it right through its skull, making it collapse and fall to its knees right before your feet. A certain kind of self awareness and power creeps through your whole body, that the impact didn’t even make you flinch.

You watch the beast burn and crackle and stink right before your eyes, before you turn around and see Sukuna standing at the trees. The moonlight hits his figure and his eyes glare at you, before you start to walk up to him, squeezing Sayako’s heart into your fist. Your thigh feels worse with every step and you grow slower, until you arrive at the woods where Sukuna is standing.

And he looks down at you, his eyes containing a hint of softness towards your blood covered figure.

You blink at him, before you wordlessly limp into the trees, back to the shrine.

Slowly.

Step by step.

Branches cracking beneath your feet.

And you hear how he follows you.

How he follows every step you take.

Tugging at your heart.

Then you see the shrine, see a bunch of maids standing right in front of its entrance, looking at you.

And you wonder if they’re in fear or in awe.

You’ve never seen most of them before, but you don’t question it, since there were always other maids at the hearings before and you’ve never seen every corner of the shrine.

However, you’re surprised to see them, wonder if they’re happy or mad about your return. Uraume walks into the doorstep, looking sternly at you.

Quietly, you walk past the maids, see how they lower their gaze, as you walk by. You blink at Uraume and they bow their head and you don‘t question it, before you step into the door and carefully walk down the stairs.

Back, into your shrine.

[mammalsofaction]

For the writing thing : Perryshmirtz (15)

From the kissy prompt list here

Perryshmirtz kisses

... Made in anger (45)

... Made in jealousy (46) @dinnerdog

... Passionately (15)

Pushing All My Buttons

Rating: M

Relationship: Heinz Doofenshmirtz/Perry the Platypus

Add tags: Human Perry, speaking Perry, Peter the Panda (mentioned), Professor Mystery (mentioned), semi-public snogging, telenovela moments, owca agents being nosey little shits.

A/N: Yall would not believe how much fun I had with this.

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Unbelievable. Unbelievable.

"Perry. Perry. Oh, for Gott's sake, Perry would you please slow down and let me explain-,"

He doesn't slow down. In fact, he lets the heavy swinging door leading out from Monogram's office swing loudly shut behind him, hoping it would slam Heinz in his stupid, simpering, unapologetic, lying face. Maybe even break his nose. Breaking Heinz's nose always makes him feel better.

His co-workers peek from beyond their cubicles, but cower quickly upon the sight of a single frightening glare.

"Verdammt, ok, I know you did that on purpose but I won't hound you for that now, it's an action made out of anger, and I forgive you-,"

Unbelievable! "Me?" Perry echoed incredulously, turning on his heel just as he realized he'd been baited, and he threw his hand up in resignation as Heinz caught up, practically out of breath. "Me? I'm the dick?"

"Baby, please-,"

"Do not baby me, Doofenshmirtz, after the kind of mess that you've just made me clean up back there with that no-good son of a bitch-,"

"Ouch, last name, okay, so you caught me in Seattle talking with Peter behind your ba-,"

Perry slaps him.

He doesn't realize he'd been thinking of doing it until he's already done it, with Heinz's face thrown back and cheek stinging red from the blow. He hadn't realized he hadn't wanted to hear that bastard's name again until Heinz spelled it out.

There is an unmistakable gasp from the crowd all around them, and an even more noticeable silence after.

He can't fucking do this. He needs to leave. This is the most humiliating day of his life.

Perry turns back on his heel, keeping his dark gaze on the floor ahead of him lest any of his co-workers caught any strays, thought they all jumped away quickly from his path, spilling coffee and handfuls of paperwork. He's half hoping Heinz would leave that as is, letting Perry run home and lick his nonsensical emotional wounds in the privacy of his own home, with his brother and maybe Pinky, who will most assuredly hear about this down the grapevine in a couple of minutes.

No such luck. Just as he reaches the door on the other end of the office, he hears the man scramble after him, continuing to shout his name. Jesus Christ.

He usually takes a right out the door, heading for the lift, but he's not in a mood to be gawped at any further by another batch of not-quite-strangers and let the gossip run any worse than it already had, so he takes a left instead, for the stairs. He's got the feeling he's going to need the exercise.

It takes two full flights of stairs before Heinz properly catches up to him, pulling him back by the shoulder. On instinct alone, Perry twists his torso to fully bodyslam Heinz against the wall. Here's an unfortunate side effect his rage-addled brain oversees; it presses both of their fronts tightly together, bringing their faces closely enough as to breathe the same muddled air, and Heinz keeps him there with his arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"Caught you." Heinz pants.

"You're a sick sonofabitch and I hope you break every bone falling down the rest of these stairs."

"I'd let you push me," Heinz admits. "If it means you'd spare me a minute to explain what I was doing in Seattle."

The mere mention of the city sends another spike of angry adrenaline through his veins. Perry feels like he could take down a while SWAT team. He's done so with less.

As it was, he only presses his forearm harder into the front of Heinz's throat. The former mad scientist chokes, and it oddly makes him feel better.

"Maybe I should." Perry muses humorlessly. He lets the man struggle a little longer for air before he eventually releases his hold. He does not otherwise create distance, keeping their fronts pressed together with nowhere else to go. "30 seconds."

Heinz gasped. "Peter and Mystery broke up."

The statement actually caught him enough unawares that he does let off to let Heinz breathe. "What?" He said.

"Peter and Mystery broke--I don't know, he's told me it was complicated." Heinz rushes to say with the given opportunity. "Liebling, you know what I was there for. I've told you about it. I was there to attend Diminiutive's seminar at the Evil Expo down the street, and I was going to get some linner on the way back-,"

"Don't call it that."

"That's what it's called!"

"No one else calls it that."

"It's like brunch, which is--you know, combination breakfast and lunch, so combination lunch and dinner-,"

"Can we please-," Perry interrupts, refusing to let Heinz convince him into the grooves of this well-worn argument. Already he can feel himself relax against his better judgement. "You just have. 20 seconds."

"You were not counting down."

"10 seconds."

"Ok, ok! Look, he wasn't even there for me, he was there for Diminiutive, I was just helping out an old friend, so we got into a bit of...a...squabble,"

"You flooded the mall," Perry points out, gentler than he'd initially made it out to be.

"He short circuited the whole place and the convention ended a day early, which was probably what he'd been aiming for." Heinz shrugged, tightening his arms around Perry's shoulders. They were already so close...it was easy, too easy to let the taller Drusselsteinian man lean down, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. And again, as he realizes Perry makes no move to push him away. Again, and again, and again, and Perry feels the last of his fury seep out milimetre by milimetre, until at last Heinz cradled a boneless agent, softly cradled within his stubborn embrace.

Heinz swipes his tongue down his bottom lip, requesting entry, which Perry allows with a gentle sigh. He licks down the back of his teeth, tasting of coffee and flaky, overpriced pastries, and when they next depart the sound of their smacking lips echo obscenely in the silent emptiness of the stairway.

"Yeah?" Heinz murmurs, pressing his nose to the side of his temple. Perry can feel his stupid, smug grin.

"I hate you so much." Perry mutters fiercely, but he lets the man pull him into another kiss, more heated than the last, angling their faces to pull him deeper, tugging him closer, manhandling their positions so he could press Perry into the wall, slipping his knee between his thighs and dropping his hands to Perry's waist. When air becomes a more pressing need, Heinz pulled away only to latch onto the spot just underneath the back of his ear, right where he loves it most. "I hate-you, God, Heinz-,"

"You know you're the only nemesis for me, hmm?"

He's meant to have a proper retort, something suitably sharp, maybe about his current track record thwarting wise, but Heinz flexes the thigh pressed his groin just as he bites down the joint of his neck and shoulder--just where the collar couldn't hide, and what comes out instead was a breathy moan. "Hmmn, Heinz,"

"Mm? Right here?" Heinz asked, rhetorically of course. Perry moans as Heinz's trailed a line of open mouth kisses down the side of his jaw, feeling dizzy from the lack of air of the enclosed stairway as well as the joint thrill from the knowledge they could be busted by any random passer-by at any moment. Nevertheless, as Heinz's hip jumped unwittingly, pressed to Perry's own, the teal haired agent reciprocates readily. "Fuck, liebling-," Heinz chokes, surprised.

A niggling thought remains on the edges of his mind, puzzle pieces he couldn't quite pin down until he pulled Heinz back down for another kiss, licking down the back of his throat. Perry lets it run its course before he finally pushes the man away.

Heinz looked wrecked, pupils blown and teeth bared. Like he was hungry. Perry reminds himself to focus.

"You taste like chicken pastries." He accuses.

This time, it is Heinz who looks like he'd been caught off guard. He blinks. "What?"

Perry's still got his hands on Heinz's chest, where they'd settled after they've relaxed from his previous stranglehold. Perry narrows his eyes, and his fists clench on Heinz's shirt. "You've had 'linner'." He accuses. "How did you know Peter and Mystery broke up?"

The man freezes. "Uh...,"

Ah, there it is. That welcome surge of annoyance that had gone missing so quickly some minutes before. He hits his hands palm down on Heinz's shoulders with enough force to push him away, but he doesn't let Perry slip out of his hold. He ought to slap him again. As if reading his mind, Heinz quickly held on to each of Perry's wrists separately.

"Ah, Liebling, wait-,"

"You are such an unbelievable asshole-,"

"I'd just let him buy me dinner!"

"Fuck you." Perry wrestles his hands away with a simple twist of his wrists, pushing the man away with a hard shove. Heinz hits the railing behind him with a grunt, likely bruising the small of his back. As Perry advances forward, Heinz flinched. "Ah, Perry, wait just a moment-,"

Perry fists his right hand into the fabric of his shoulder, and he pulls Heinz into one last kiss.

To his credit, the scientist reciprocates immediately, mouth slack in surprise even as Perry bites viciously on his lip, mauling the lower half of his face. It is only when Heinz is sufficiently dazed and confused that Perry lets up, letting Heinz blink at him with no small measure of confusion and wonder.

"What-,"

Perry cuts him off by slamming the heel of his shoe to Heinz's left foot, right above the joint of his ankle. Heinz yowls, a sharp cry of pain echoing down the hall that finally fills him with a sense of satisfaction.

"That's fair." Heinz whimpered.

"I thought so." Perry smirks, and finally lets himself walk down the rest of the stairs.

He doesn't slow down as Heinz hobbles pitifully behind him, not even once.